#I wear them until they rip and after that but I need pants without rips for both work and school

[bigification]

Step Daddy

"You really need to get over your stepdad man." My friend tells me, concerned.

"Look, I'll try this one last thing and if it doesn't work then I'll give it up." I respond. "Did you bring the sunglasses?"

"Yes, but just remember he's like 25 years older than you. He's probably not going to be into you, even after this." He says as he hands me a pair of old pilot shades.

I told him I could let it go, but I can't. I'm just putting all my eggs into this basket, the sunglasses. Apparently they're supposed to transform someone who wears them mentally and physically to match my type. He already is my type, but I guess I wouldn't mind him bulking up a bit and growing some hair. It would be sexy if he got more charming, but he's already charming as it is. I guess there's only one way to find out.

I wait on the living room couch watching tv. He always gets home from work at the same time, so I know he'll be here any minute. I sit and stare at my reflection in the glasses. Am I really ready to change this man's life so drastically. My friend said no one else would take notice of the change, so it'll be like nothing happened. As I'm thinking over it, I hear the roar of his engine from the driveway. I try to calm down, but I can feel my body vibrate from the nerves. The door flies open.

"Hey buddy, hows it goin?" He asks me with his hot southern accent.

"Not bad. By the way, I found these sunglasses lying around, and assumed they were yours." I try to play it cool as I lie to his face.

"Oh, thanks. But these aren't mine." He responds.

"Well you might as well keep em, they don't fit me anyway." I try to convince him to take them without seeming too pushy.

"Well alright, thanks kid." He swipes the glasses and throws them on.

That was easier than I thought. As soon as he put them on, he stopped moving. His jaw slacked as if there was not a thought running through his mind. It started slow, his button up started to look a little bit tighter. His once flat chest started to push against his shirt and the shape of a belly started to show. Then it started to speed up. His chest started to pulse, growing in size with each one. They grew until the button on his collar popped off, then another button popped, then another and another. His juicy pecs flopped down after being released from his shirt. His stomach was next. His midsection widened and his stomach grew into a respectable beer belly, straining against his shirt. It wasn't long before more buttons began to pop, until his shirt was completely open. His arms also looked like they doubled in size, filling out his sleeves with thick muscles.

Next his legs start to look like they're gonna burst out of his dress pants. I can hear the rips ripple through his pants as his thighs grow inside of them. His ass fills out all the space in his pants and proceeds to rip open his fly and snap his belt in half. I can tell his underwear is barely staying in one piece as a large bulge formed in between his legs.

Finally his face begins to change. His once skinny face fills out with fat, giving him a rounder look. I can see that hair is falling out of his hat until he is left completely bald under there. Though in return his clean shaven face grows a bushy beard. But the hair doesn't stop there. It continues down his chest and to his belly, and presumably the rest of his body. He finally regains control of his body. He sighs as he stretched out his arms and cracks his knuckles before looking right at me.

"Come here, son." He says in a deep buttery voice.

A shock travels through my spine as I think he might know what I've done to him.

"What'd I say boy!" He raises his voice.

I jump a bit before I walk closer to him. I realize how imposing he is up close. He must have gotten taller because he seems well over six feet tall now, and at least 250 pounds.

"Daddy had a stressful day, why don't you help him release some tension." He says as he pushes me to my knees.

I blush, this is everything I wanted from this, it just happened so much faster than I thought.

"Don't be shy, boy. This will be our little secret." He says as he pulls his underwear down.

#male tf #masculine #fat tf #hairy #reality change #muscle tf #male transformation

[ladykailitha]

Not All That Glitters is Gold Part 7

Hello! I am really chugging along with this story I have 5 chapters done (including this one). It was supposed to be 4 with 4 on the Harrington Pattern but somehow, I got an extra chapter here and only 3 on The HP. Still not sure how I did that.

Here we have Chrissy because sometimes you just need another omega friend who gets it.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

@mira-jadeamethyst @rozzieroos @itsall-taken @redfreckledwolf @emly03

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Steve came home and flopped face first on to the sofa. He wanted to call Robin, but he knew she was hanging out with Vickie tonight. So he had been given a replacement handler for night as management wanted eyes on him because there was always some kind of drama at these things.

It wasn’t a date date, but now they were on the same page, there was major cuddling to be had.

He rolled over and threw his arm over his eyes.

After a moment or two of serious moping he opened the clutch to get his cell phone out. But stopped when he noticed the sparkle of the diamond. He pulled it out instead and held it up to the light. In his minds eye he could see Eddie smiling at him as he handed the lost diamond back to him.

Steve sighed heavily. He had met a lot of alphas in his line of work, but none of them had the effect on him that this one did. Yearning didn’t even begin to cover the depth of emotion ripping through him in that moment.

He rolled off the sofa and wandered into the kitchen, his heels clicking on the hard surface. He really should have taken off his shoes at least. He sighed heavily and grabbed his phone from where it was charging on the counter.

He swapped it for his burner client phone. He unlocked his personal phone to see a sweet picture of Vickie and Robin cuddling together on Vickie’s bed.

He smiled at the absolutely giddy expression on his best friend’s face. It also hit him with a longing he didn’t want to name. He could. He just didn’t feel like sobbing in his kitchen on a Saturday night.

Steve removed his shoes, kicking them off to the side so he wouldn’t trip on them in the morning and then wandered to his bedroom, eyes on his phone.

He unclasped the dress and like he told Eddie it would, it slid to the floor in a graceful heap. All he was wearing now was the gold thong he had worn under the dress. He shimmered out those as well.

He then carefully removed the remaining diamonds in his hair and put them in his jewelry box. He paused with the last one. The one he had been hold onto this whole time. Eddie’s diamond.

He went digging through his vanity until he found a small felt bag that had once contained a small bottle of perfume. He put the diamond into the bag and hung the bag on his vanity mirror.

He went to his closet and rifled through it before finding the pajamas he was looking for.

It was a pair of soft, light grey, satin pants and button down shirt. He never undid the buttons though. He pulled on the pants without underwear. He didn’t have the energy to go hunting down a pair just then. Then he pulled the top on.

He flopped on his bed and wiggled happily at the silky slide of the pajamas on his bare ass. He was still scrolling through his contacts, trying to find the right person he could talk to about this. And then he hit on the perfect person.

He hit dial and waited until it rung through. “Chrissy!” he greeted warmly.

“Steve!” she cooed. “How was the gala? Tommy has been raving for months that you got to go and he didn’t.”

Steve chuckled. Tommy wanted to go because his favorite band was Corroded Coffin.

“Senator Lombard was a wet blanket,” he pouted. “Another alpha was just being nice to me and he got super territorial.”

“Bleh!” she hissed in sympathy. “Who was your handler tonight? I heard you gave Robin the night off.”

Steve sighed. “Yeah, she finally asked Vickie out and I didn’t want her to wind herself up and talk herself out of it. Again.”

“Oooh,” Chrissy said. “I get that. She just doesn’t believe what a catch she is.”

“The dilemma of the century,” Steve agreed. “To answer your question, it was Troy who was handling me tonight.”

Chrissy blew a raspberry. “Troy isn’t the bottom of the barrel, but he’s definitely the scum on bottom of the barrel.”

Steve shrugged even though she couldn’t see him. “He did his job, Lombard was put on my pre-check list and he got me home in one piece.”

“So why are you really calling me, cher?” she asked after a moment of silence. “Alpha prostrating is stupid but nothing you haven’t handled before so what’s on your mind?”

He flopped on his stomach and ran a hand through his hair. “You remember I told that the senator was pissed because an alpha was nice to me?”

“Sure,” Chrissy said. She paused for a moment. “Oh! Were they cute? Is that what’s got your panties in a twist? Super cute alpha was sweet to you and now your ovaries are ready to explode?”

“Tommy’s going to kill me,” Steve moaned.

There was silence on the line for a beat too long and Steve pulled his phone away from his ear to make sure the call didn’t disconnect.

“Wait, Eddie Munson was your hot, nice alpha who made your client so jealous and possessive you put him on your pre-check list?” This was said a question, but to Steve it sounded more like a statement. One he couldn’t refute.

Not that he wanted to. Eddie was hot.

“Yeah,” Steve said around biting his thumb. “I had diamonds in my hair and one of them must have fallen because suddenly he was handing one back to me.”

“Oohh...” Chrissy cooed. “This sounds like an ice cream and wine girl talk. I’ll be over in ten, sweetie!”

Steve let out a sigh of relief. “Thanks, babe. See you soon.”

He rolled over on his back and clutched the phone to his chest. He couldn’t wait to tell Chrissy all about Eddie. He kicked his feet in the air as he giggled.

****

Steve paced back and forth in his front room as he waited for Chrissy to come over. It wasn’t as though she lived far away. She lived like two floors below him.

She was younger than he was by about two years. Like Tommy and Carol everything was happy town with her boyfriend Jason until she presented and was found out to be infertile.

Jason and his parents fought hard to have her put in the Church to be a celibate nun. But thankfully for Chrissy her dad had more sense. Not her mom though. Her mom had gone so far as to drive her to the local nunnery and drop her off.

But after a talk with the Mother Superior and a call to her dad, they made the arrangement that Chrissy would finish up her schooling at the nunnery and then when she turned eighteen she could choose to stay or take one of the other two options.

When Chrissy chose Starcourt, the money was split between the nunnery and her dad.

Money that he then put aside in case she just wanted to walk away from escort business and live her life. The money would be used for whatever she wanted and that included school.

As far as her mother was concerned, Chrissy was still at the nunnery and was just refusing to see her.

Steve thought it was delicious revenge.

The knock came part way through his revery. He leapt over the sofa and ripped open the door.

“Well someone is comfy,” she cooed. As if she wasn’t dressed similarly. She too was wearing fuzzy pjs. But hers were bright pink and had a horn on the hood of the top.

Steve tugged the hood down over her eyes and teased, “And aren’t you the cutest thing?”

Chrissy blushed and pushed on him playfully with her shoulder, her hands were full of ice cream and a bottle of wine.

Steve grabbed the wine. “Cupcake prosecco? Looks yum!”

Chrissy grinned and held up her other prize. “Cookie dough!”

Steve kissed her cheek and led her inside. “You’re the best, sweetie. You didn’t have any plans for tonight?”

She shook her head. “Nope, no clients either.”

Steve reared his head back. “Uh oh, that doesn’t sound promising. Is your handler, Amy not scheduling you right?”

Chrissy shrugged. “I think it’s because I’m nearing the end of my contract and because I have money waiting for me, management is thinking I’m going to bail so they’re trying to stave of the inevitable.”

“Boo,” Steve hissed. “They shouldn’t be allowed to that. Plus, I thought you were staying?”

Chrissy blushed. “I am!” she insisted when he raised an eyebrow at her hesitation.

“Uh huh,” he teased further. “Sure sounds like it from here. You got someone who you want to snuggle up close with when you retire?”

Chrissy ducked her head. “Not anymore.”

Steve was almost to the sofa when that brought him up short. He frowned at her a moment before his face cleared with understanding.

“Don’t say it...” she warned.

He pouted. “But I thought that’s what this was about; us both complaining about our lack of love lives and eating and drinking our feelings?”

Chrissy sighed. “I hate it when you use puppy dog eyes. It’s too fucking effective.”

Steve grinned. “That’s why they pay me the big bucks, baby...” he sung at her.

She giggled and raced him around the sofa to nab her favorite spot on the far left side.

“You cheated!” he squealed. He set the bottle on the coffee table and padded into the kitchen for a bottle opener and two wine glasses.

He popped the cork and poured their glasses. “Spoons!” he said as he was most of the way sat down.

He put the wine glasses on the table and dashed back to the kitchen Chrissy’s giggles fast on his heels. He grabbed the spoons and raced back.

“Tada!” he cheered.

Chrissy set the tub of ice cream between them and dug in.

“So Eddie Munson, huh?” she said around her spoon.

Steve took a large sip of his wine before he he told her about his night. “Like I knew he was hot before now. With Tommy and Dustin both being fans it was hard to not see the guy everywhere.”

“But he’s hotter in person?” Chrissy prompted.

Steve blushed and swirled his drink thoughtfully. “I guess. But he’s so sweet and funny and yeah it doesn’t hurt that his legs look like they could go on for miles in those tight leather pants. That his chest feels out the even tighter see through mesh top he was wearing...”

He buried his head in his hands. “I was lucky wearing scent suppressants is required for each job otherwise the whole fucking gala would have been able to smell my reaction to him.”

“Ooh...” Chrissy said. “I bet you got a little wet for him, too, didn’t you?”

Steve brought his knees up to his chest and scooted away from her.

“Oh my god!” she giggled. “You totally did. This strong, hot alpha made the Steve Harrington wet.”

“I take it back,” he huffed. “You can go away now.”

Chrissy slapped his knee. “I will not! It’s a little...” she pursed her lips trying to find the right word. “Spicy.”

Steve covered his face again. “Oh god.”

“Stevie!” she said gently pulling his hands away. “It’s not a bad thing. I know it’s hard when most of our job is about sex, but babydoll...the fact that you can still have that reaction to a hot alpha means you’re not dead inside, okay?”

Steve sighed. “But I made my client mad at me,” he whimpered.

Chrissy set down her wine glass and moved the ice cream to the table. She scooted as close to him as she could. “No you didn’t.”

He turned his head away from her, but she grabbed his cheeks and gently brought them around.

“You did nothing wrong,” she insisted. “I mean it. Eddie was the host and the two of you were only being friendly. Yeah, you got hot and bothered under the collar for this alpha, but it was up to the alpha you were with to decide how to behave and he chose to be territorial and rude. You aren’t his property. You aren’t anyone’s property, babe.”

Steve nodded. He let out a low breath. “The way Eddie smelled, Chrissy. I had never smelled any alpha like it before. It was warm and spicy in the Christmas way and not the spicy as in a burning mouthfeel way.”

She opened her mouth to reply when he suddenly shifted gears. “So tell me how long you’ve had a crush on my best friend.”

Chrissy went bright red. Scarlet even. “Like forever. Which is decidedly unhelpful. Like I know it’s impossible while she’s still your handler, because Starcourt would never let a handler date a former escort. But she’s so funny and sweet and smart...”

“That you just want to eat her all up?” Steve teased.

She swatted him playfully. “You’re just saying that to get back at me for the wet comment.”

He raised his eyebrows suggestively. She hit him again and he yelped in protest.

Steve picked up his glass and drained the rest of the liquid. He poured himself another glass and held out the bottle for Chrissy, but she shook her head.

“One glass is enough for me,” she muttered.

After a moment of swirling his wine Steve said, “Stay. After your contract is paid in full, Chrissy. Just stay. You love it, even if Robin Buckley was an option, you know you would be happier here than anywhere else. You shine as an escort, sweetie.”

Chrissy picked up her glass and downed the rest of her wine. “Fuck it. Yeah, I’m going to stay. I do love this job. It’s amazing.” She looked at the bottle a moment. “And what the hell, pour me another!”

Steve cheered and emptied the bottle into her glass. She laughed as it almost splashed over the top.

“To being Starcourt escorts for life!” he said as he raised his glass.

She clinked her glass against his. “Here, here!”

They gulped down their drinks and dug into the ice cream again, laughing and talking.

Steve smiled. Maybe tonight wasn’t the disaster he thought it was. He was so glad to have a friend like Chrissy.

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#my writing #stranger things #steddie #wip wednesday #omegaverse #alpha eddie munson #rockstar eddie munson #omega steve harrington

[petrssecrethideout]

I'd hoped I would get at least a few days of peace after having to move back in with my dad, but within a few hours I heard honking outside the house. I waited for it to die down as I unpacked my stuff, before going outside to see the one person I couldn't face.

I knew Hunter better than anyone, but now i barely recognized him. the man in front of me had hundreds of pounds on the man I left, his bulk replaced with cut muscle. He had grown a beard too, changed his haircut. He looked so good it made my stomach turn.

"Took you long enough," Hunter said, lounging in his truck bed. I could see the flare of his lats even as he relaxed. "What the hell were you doing?"

"Unpacking," I said trying not to show any guilt or discomfort "What do you want?"

Hunter responded by tapping the tailgate, a motion that just meant to come sit down. I did without thinking, just like i had seen him do for me. It was the most common thing we used to do, besides almost get caught fucking. It was just nice to... talk.

Now, I could feel the body heat radiating off of him as I leaned back against his arm, feeling his bicep against my back. I'd never been so close to so much muscle in my life. I was in awe, mostly just confused on how it happened. I looked down to see his shorts, the only thing he was wearing, were much shorter than I was used to. He used to be afraid of wearing anything that cut off above the knee, too afraid of "looking gay". He must've changed a lot.

"So, how have you been?"

"Pretty good," Hunter said his accent just as thick as ever. "I got a job down at the the steel factory that pays pretty well, and I'm going to the gym again. I think I might be the biggest guy there now."

"I'll say! How the hell did that happen?" I exclaimed.

"Well," Hunter "One of my buddies told me about this Mutant Juice stuff, and I just thought it was some kinda hoax, but it was fucking crazy. Expensive as hell, but I think I'm getting my money's worth. I thought I'd just stop after a round or two, but at this point I think I'm just gonna keep growing until it stops working. Just get real fucking big, bigger than anyone else around here. Maybe I could even be on the ads for this stuff, flexing all of this muscle wearing almost nothing. I think I'd look pretty good like that, don't you?"

He knew what he was doing, and it was working. I needed to feel him, to hold him, to rip those shorts off and just have him again, but something still stopped me.

"You like all of these muscles?" Hunter said, reading my expression. He slowly bounced his pecs. "You always did stare at me a lot. God, did I love it. Still do. Something about the looks you give makes me feel like a fucking beast."

I could feel my dick straining my pants, begging for release. I couldn't do that, not yet. I had to find something else to talk about.

"How's your family?" I asked, veering the conversation away form anything too horny.

the words poured out of my mouth, but it immediately got Hunter to stop bouncing his pecs. Something in his expression changed, he looked... pissed.

"We haven't talked in almost a year. After you left without a word I told them, and... it didn't go well. I got a place of my own after a while." Hunter said

"You weren't..." I could feel my own heart shattering. This wasn't what was supposed to happen. I was the weird one, the freak. His life was perfectly mapped out, just like all of the men around here that had come before him. A decent job, a christian marriage, kids before 25. He had a happy life ahead of him, and I selfishly ruined that.

"I didn't stop being gay when you left. Even if that's what you wanted." Hunter said, his voice filled with a cold anger. "I was just...alone."

I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I tried to blink them away, before I felt his arm wrap around me and pull me towards his torso. the feeling of being in a hug of his was enough to get me to cry.

"I missed you." I said.

"I missed you too." Hunter replied as he sniffled from crying. "Y'know, for someone so smart I don't know why you sent that letter. Dear Hunter, I love you, I'll never forget the time we had, but please forget about me. I can't ruin your life. What the hell did you think was gonna happen?"

"I was trying to be all poetic, and self-sacrificial, and... yeah it was bullshit but I thought I was corrupting you. I still kind of do."

"You ain't doing shit. All you did was help me figure out who I actually wanted to be, which is gay and fuckin' massive. I'm just glad I can finally do both of those things now without anyone telling me I can't."

My head nuzzled into his neck as I thought about the man I was currently holding growing even larger. My hands couldn't even fully reach around his back as it was, what was I going to do if It got even wider?

"I'm glad to have you back, even if it won't be forever." Hunter said.

"Maybe next time you could come with me?" I asked, a question I knew would get shot down the last time we talked. He loved his family, and his hometown too much to ever leave, but he had changed a lot since I left.

"Sure. we'll do it together."

#ai muscle #muscle fiction

[akutasoda]

Hi pookie <33 Did you drink water or have any food today? if not please go do so and then read my req, health is important <33 Okay so for my req, I would like hcs and/or scenarios w ranpo, chuuya, sigma, and anyone else you want, with a reader who felt very hot and uncomfortable at night due to hot weather, and thus decided to sleep w/o a shirt, and obvi wearing pants and all that but instead of a shirt she's just wearing smth like a sports bra.

So basically, the reader's s/o gets all flustered and uncomfortable and shy and stuff and ask for permission to do normal stuff like "is it okay for me to hug you?" and "are you sure you're comfortable sleeping w/ me?" I feel like it would be so adorable asjkdaskjdksadj. (Also the reasoning behind this very specific, I was feeling rlly hot one day at night so i took off my hoodie and slept like that, and my mind went "hmm...this could be a great prompt" so yeah ;-;) I also would not like any nsfw content ig bc it makes me super uncomfortable, i live for fluff <33 You don't need to take this req if you don't want to, I hope you're doing well and wish a lovely night/day to you <33 stay safe <33

i can stay, if you want?

synopsis - after particular warm nights, you decide to shed some clothing - how do they react?

includes - ranpo, chuuya, sigma

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight crack, reader is gn but mentions bra once, reader is mentioned to be shirtless, wc - 855

a/n: hi! health is important! i have had food and water and if you're reading this make sure you have aswell! stay safe yourself <3

ranpo edogawa ★↷

the agencies accomodations weren't exactly a five star hotel but no one complained as they did there purpose. but the most common problem for them was the heat - they weren't exactly well ventilated. most often had to purchase their own or put in a request but not ranpo.

ranpo cared little for the heat. while he disliked it, it didn't bother him that much. but when you began sharing with him it became noticeably warmer inside the small rooms.

and when one particular night became rather humid it affected the both of you. the shared futon was stripped of most bedding and even that didn't really help seeing as ranpo was very clingy. he always said that he couldn't get to sleep if he wasn't cuddling you or you were cuddling him. even if ypu were sweating.

so the solution you came up with was taking of a few layers. temporarily ripping ranpo off you to take off your shirt. ranpo didn't really clock back on until you layed back down next to him. and when he realised his face exploded into red, he was glad it was so dark.

while you weren't exactly naked as you had pants on and a bra should you wear one, but it made him slightly unsure wether he could still hug you. you noticed this hesitation and simply laughed at him saying something along the lines off 'its still fine if you want to cuddle' and that's all he needed.

he quickly got over his flustered state and snuggled back into you. he still was slightly embarrassed in the morning but very quickly learned not to be so embarrassed.

chuuya nakahara ★↷

when you first moved into chuuya's residence you were quite impressed. you were well aware that he made quite the pretty penny but this really hammered the idea home. literally. so it was no surprise that durong warmer day's and night's the rooms were quite well ventillated.

chuuya wasn't the fan of heat. while he wouldn't be picky and most the time didn't mind, sometimes the heat made him sweat a bit too much and he started getting that uncomfortable crawling feeling. but he still never prefered it.

but nothing could prepare either of you for some really warm nights. and there wasn't much else to do about it. even when all duvets and extra blankets were discarded it still felt uncomfortablly warm for you. so while you were getting ready for bed you decided you could do without the top.

you didn't think much about it as you still had most clothes on but the minute you stepped into the shared bedroom you didn't anticipate chuuya's reaction. and you didn't notice. mainly because even though his face was flushed with red he didn't say anything.

he felt as if he couldn't and he didn't even notice himself become hesitant to cuddle you, not until you asked if something was wrong. he simply coughed out a 'are you sure your still comfortable with that?'. you giggled to yourself before saying a simple 'of course'.

while he wasn't entirely comfortable yet, he did really want to hug you. so he did and very soon he got over it and if you continued to do this everytime it got too warm, he would always ask first.

sigma ★↷

he always was so hesitant about every little detail of your relationship. he wanted it all to be absolutely perfect and you had to keep reminding him that as sweet as that was it's not always obtainable. so moving in together was planned to an absolute T.

even when you proposed sleeping in the same room was enough for him to panic. he wanted to, but he was scared to rush things even if you proposed the idea. but you two eventually got there even if he was very flustered at first.

sigma was never one for heat. it made him uncomfortable and while one of the first things he ever saw was a desert, he still disliked it. so the warmer the nights got the more hesitant he was too sleep in the same room seeing as the heat that radiated of both of you could be suffocating.

yet you never minded, perhaps you both settled for a fan or rid the room of any duvets or blankets but eventually you convinced him it was alright. but ot was still overbearing for you.

so much so that you weren't even thinking when you sat up and peeled off your top layer. the action woke sigma and he had to double take to properly register the fact you were indeed now shirtless. if he wasn't embarrassed before, he was now.

he immediately scooted over scared he might cross a boundary like this. and when you asked him what's wrong he responded with 'are you sure your still comfortable hugging me?'. you smiled to yourself and told him 'of course'.

though he was still hesitant and his faced remained red, he continued as before. and even when he woke in the morning before you he got reminded of the situation and got very embarrassed very quickly again.

#x reader #x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bsd x you #bsd ranpo #ranpo x reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #bsd sigma #sigma x reader

[alternative-ffa]

Over twenty years ago, I read a story on a fat fetish site. The author is unknown to me, and it's been so long, I'm not sure how to search for it.

I've decided to re-write it in my style. It's certainly not the same, and my memory is going to write it differently. But, mainly, it is an homage to one of the stories that inspired me to write my own, decades ago.

Feel free to post a link to the original in the comments if it rings a bell to you!

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I hate grocery shopping, and I had put it off for a while - until I couldn't anymore. I didn't want to drive all the way to the big grocery store considering I really just needed basics, so I drove down the street to the corner store. It was late, and I was glad to get there before closing time. It was completely empty, except for one employee manning the register. He sat on a stool behind the counter, wearing sweats that looked awkwardly tight on him. I found the tightness extremely intriguing, being able to see all the rolls of fat on his body. I almost couldn't concentrate on shopping. I grabbed a few essentials then got to the counter. He put down the book he was reading and without a word began to ring my items up. As he did this, an apple fell behind the counter. He grunted with annoyance as he lifted his fat body off the stool. Leaning to the floor to pick up the apple a loud rip could be heard. His face turned red. I heard him swear under his breath. He stood, and noticed that his sweatpants had ripped. I could see the fat of his rear and thighs bulging through the hole in his pants. His eyes closed and he swore again.

I asked, "is everything okay?"

He contunued to look annoyed and said, almost to himself, "well, I can't fucking get on the bus like this... the store is closing, and... fuck... I don't have a change of clothes."

I don't know what was going through my mind at the time, but I had a sewing kit at home, and I lived down the block. I spoke, "I can fix it for you. My car's outside, if you don't mind going to a strangers house. I'll sew it up for you."

He had a combination of suspicion and relief on his face and he said, "well, it seems that's my only choice. Do you mind waiting for me to close the shop? I also have a few grocery bags myself that I was going to bring home, could you fit them?"

I nodded and said, "no problem, take your time. I'm parked on the street."

He asked, "would you mind pulling in the back? I don't really want to go out the front door like this." And he motioned to the huge rip in his sweatpants exposing his fat ass and thighs.

I understood and said, "oh yeah, I'll just drive to the back then."

He looked grateful and said, "I'll be out shortly, thank you."

I drove my small SUV down the alley to the back of the store. I parked and lit a cigarette as I waited for him. After a few minutes, the lights inside the shop turned off, then I saw him waddling out of the back door. He had a few grocery bags hanging on his left arm, as he locked the back of the shop.

I exited my car and walked over to help. He waved me away and said, "I've got it. Where should I put these?" He motioned to his shopping bags.

I opened the trunk and said, "you can put them here."

He grunted in acknowledgement, then placed the bags in the back and closed the trunk. He waddled to the passenger door and opened it. Pausing for a minute, he looked at the seat then said, "I... I'm not sure I'm going to fit."

I replied, "well it's a short drive, it might not be comfortable, but it'll only be a minute."

He seemed to agree, then faced his left side to the open door. He grabbed the top handle as he shifted himself towards the seat. He seemed to jiggle more than I expected, and I couldn't help but stare at his exposed flesh, as his fat rear wiggled into the seat. He let out a frustrated breath once he had sat, then he grabbed the fat of the side of his belly and pulled it towards him to get the door shut. I don't think I took my eyes off his body for even a second.

Once the door was shut, I reached to the gear shift. My hand immediately landed on a soft roll of fat. I jerked back and he tried to look down to his left. Realizing his fat was covering the gearshift, he lifted up the roll and said, "I'm sorry. Try it now."

I was able to wiggle my hand under the fat and put the car into drive. Luckily it was a quick trip, as I worried that his fat might press the button and accidentally shift it into neutral or reverse as we traveled. He seemed to be aware of this, and had his body leaned towards the right, pushing his weight into the door to avoid the center console.

My place was just a few minutes away. We arrived swiftly, I put the car into park, and then exited the driver's seat. The man from the store had opened his door, but was struggling to exit. He wiggled his body towards the opening, but then fell back. He tried again, and again... slowly jiggling himself closer and closer to the edge of the seat. Finally he was able to put his feet on the ground, and he used the handle to heave his weight out of the car. I thought to myself, "thank God it's late and my neighbors aren't seeing this."

After all, here's a morbidly obese man with his ass hanging out of the rip in his pants struggling to get out of my car.

He had gotten out though. He closed the passenger door, then said, "I have some perishables in my bags, do you mind keeping them in your freezer in the meantime?"

I said, "oh, of course."

Then we both grabbed his bags and went into the house.

He had a very distinct waddle, his belly and rear end wiggling side to side as he tried to walk. I wanted to watch it, to stare at his fat body trying to move, but I didn't want to be rude, so I went ahead of him.

I guided him and his grocery bags to the kitchen. We placed them on the counter, then I went to look through them to figure out what needed to be in the refrigerator and what needed to be in the freezer. To my surprise the bags contained only ice cream. It looked like there was gallons of it. I glanced at him and he looked embarrassed. He said, "I, well... I have a sweet tooth."

I didn't want to stress him out, so I didn't say anything. I opened the freezer to find that there was no way I could fit all of his ice cream. I didn't say anything about it, just grabbed each pint and placed the ones I could fit into the freezer.

Two remained on the table and I had to say, "that's really all that is going to fit."

He replied, "that's okay. At least we got most of them in."

I don't know what came over me, but I said, "I mean, we shouldn't let these go to waste. We can have them while I sew up your pants."

He seemed excited about the ice cream, but nervous about the pants. He asked, "about that... what am I going to wear while you're fixing them?"

I thought for a second. Then said, "you could sit on the couch and I'll give you a blanket to put over your lap?"

He agreed and we walked to the living room. I grabbed a quilt from one of the couches as he untied his sweatpants and let them drop to the floor. My intention was to hand him the quilt while I looked away to give him some semblance of privacy. But, obviously, I couldn't avoid looking at him. The fat of his belly hung out from under his sweatshirt, his thighs were so huge that they forced his legs apart, and I saw the rolls of thigh fat that practically covered the indents of where he knees were.

Thank God he didn't notice me staring. He lowered himself gently onto the couch and took the quilt to cover himself. His sweatpants were still at his ankles, and he tried to lean over enough to pull them off his legs entirely, but couldn't reach.

I took the initiative. I said, "I've got it."

Then gently took each leg off, guiding them over his sneakers.

I placed them on the chair so I could go get my sewing kit from upstairs. Before I reached the staircase, he gently reminded me of the melting ice cream. I turned quickly towards the kitchen and said, "I'll be right back!"

I grabbed both pints and two spoons. I had no intention of having any of it, but figured that it might make him more comfortable if he thought I was going to have some as well. I handed him a pint and a spoon, then placed the other pint on the table next to him.

I said, "I'll be right back!"

Then ran my way up the stairs to find the sewing kit. I loved being near such a fat man, so I rushed to grab what I needed so I could get back downstairs to him.

It was only a minute or so, but he was already digging into the ice cream. He noticed me staring. His mouth was full as he said, "... well, it's melting quicker than I thought..." As if he needed to explain his gluttony.

I wanted to encourage him and say, "oh go ahead, eat as much as you can. It's so sexy."

But I nodded instead. Almost disappointed in myself for not speaking up about how gorgeous I found him to be.

He continued to dive into the ice cream. I saw some dripping from the corner of his mouth. His fat hand reached up and he wiped his mouth with the back of it. Then looked at me as if he didn't know what to do. I immediately said, "oh, let me get some napkins!"

I grabbed some from the kitchen, then gave them to him. He burped and thanked me. The burp seemed to embarass him, but it excited me.

I almost didn't want to fix his pants. I literally had my dream man in my living room, stuffing himself with ice cream, belching every few minutes like a glutton. It was heaven.

I did promise him that I would fix them though, so I sat next to him on the couch and began to thread the needle I'd be using to sew them up. They almost seemed like a blanket themselves. I'm a small woman, so they draped across my lap almost enveloping me with the fabric.

He continued shoveling spoonfuls of ice cream in his mouth, as I sewed up the ripped pants. Only a few minutes passed until he had finished the first pint. He placed the empty container on the table and motioned to the second one. I mean, I had brought out a second spoon, so perhaps he thought I wanted some of it. He asked, "do you mind?"

I nodded no, and he tried to reach for the second pint. He grunted as he tried to reach over his belly for it. So I grabbed it for him. He belched after having bent down, and said, "thank you."

We both remained on the couch: him shoveling more ice cream down his throat, and me desperately trying to pay attention to sewing up his pants instead of watching his impressive and sexy gluttony.

I heard his huge belly gurgling as he ate. I continued to sew, but kept glancing his way. As he stuffed himself I noticed his sweatshirt rising, exposing more of his stretchmark-ridden belly. I tried to be subtle, but was given away when I accidentally pushed the needle into my thumb. I shouted, then put my thumb to my mouth, cleaning the little drop of blood.

At this point, he definitely realized I had been watching him instead of the needle. He put the spoon in the container as if done eating and said, "I'm sorry."

I finished up the stitch I was on, then said, "no, that was my bad, you don't need to stop."

He smiled, grabbed the spoon, then asked, "so, you're sure you don't want any?"

I nodded, "oh, I'm good, you can go ahead and finish it."

He seemed relieved, and continued to shovel it into his mouth.

Only a few more minutes passed and I was done sewing his pants. I almost didn't want to let him know I was done. I was tempted to feign sewing as if I was still working on them, just so I could continue to watch him eat.

But, I was finished with them, so I folded them in my lap and placed them on the chair next to me.

With his mouth full of ice cream, he mumbled, "are they done?"

With disappointment that he didn't pick up on, I said, "Yup, all fixed."

He burped. Then placed the second empty pint on the table. A moment passed and he looked at the two empty pints of ice cream with a sense of disappointment in himself. He groaned quietly and said, "I can't believe I just ate all that." As if he didn't eat like that all the time.

He motioned to his pants and said, "I'll get these on and get to the bus."

I wanted him to stay. I wanted to tell him he was beautiful and that I wanted to see if he could eat all the ice cream he brought - not just the two pints that didn't fit in the freezer. But that would be weird, right? So I grabbed his pants and handed them to him.

He put his feet into each pant leg, then he tried to stand. He belched again with the movement. He said, "excuse me."

I smiled. I just couldn't help it.

He tried to stand. He wiggled himself to the end of the couch and placed his right hand on the arm of it, trying to get up. He grunted with each thrust upwards until he was on his feet. He pulled the pants up as much as he could, then realized his belly was too bloated to fit them.

They had rested on his belly originally, so tucking them under his stomach was not an option. I heard him say, "oh shit." Under his breath.

I asked, "is everything okay?"

He paused for a moment before replying. Then he stuttered, "I, uh, I don't want to trespass further, but I think I've outdone myself. They wont fit over my belly." After a pause, he said, "I can't believe this. I'm so sorry. I'm probably gross to you."

I finally said what I had been thinking this whole time, "oh no. Actually it's quite the opposite, I think you're incredibly handsome..."

For a second he looked offended, as if he thought I was lying to him. But he looked me in the eyes. His facial expression changed to one of slight surprise and he asked, "really?"

I stood up with him. I took his hands in mine. Just holding the huge fat hands in my small ones was such a pleasure. I gestured for him to sit back down. He didn't question it, and lowered his body back on the couch. It groaned under his weight.

I remained standing and said, "there's still quite a few more pints of ice cream in the freezer..."

He smiled at the suggestion

#ssbhm belly #ffa #ffa bhm #ssbhm #bhm #fat belly #ffassbhm #fat #fat fantasy #ssbhmstory #feedingstory #female feeder #femalefeeder #female ffa #femalefatadmirer #female fat admirer #fatfantasy #fat fantasty #obese #obese belly #obeseman #obese man

[emlovslennon]

Ok so for your Paul stuff… y/n has been dating Paul since the cavern club days, now it’s set during get back, and Paul has gotten a lot more dominant….

Good LORD i have been lacking smh. But woohoo ft Paul McCartney for the first time on my account ‼️

Era: 1969

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it’s been 8 years since you and Paul have gotten together, you guys met early 1961, back when The Beatles were still performing at the infamous Cavern Club. You showed up to every show and ultimately got the attention of the handsome bassist, after that night, you and him have been pretty much inseparable. At the beginning of your relationship, Paul was very shy, and would let you take the reigns when it came to bedroom activities. But, something changed, to say the least. As the Beatles grew bigger and more popular, the more confident Paul grew. And it wasn’t just an egocentric kinda thing, he started to really push himself when it came to sex as well. Especially now, with how stressed he is with the band seemingly falling apart, even though he doesn’t want to admit it, and obviously you don’t either. And the numerous moments in between when John hit on you when drunk and apologizing in the morning after Paul’s scolding.

“I just don’t understand it, y/n.” Paul sighed, looking at the copious amounts of song writing material on the table. You looked at him, with nothing but sympathy, you know that Paul is truly trying his best and how passionate he is about the band, it truly is exceptional.

“Paul, I promise, everything will be fine.” You say softly, bringing your hands to his shoulders and slowly massage them. You felt him groan as his head laid against your chest. This went on for a minute or so until he turned around and gave you a soft kiss, Paul was always such a passionate lover, he usually was never too rough, even though he sure tried.

“Y/n, I want to try something, I heard it helps with stress, at least, something to do with what John was rambling about earlier, but, I wanted to ask you if you want me to be… rougher, in bed.” You blushed as he explained, you’ve never done that before, but as much stress he’s been dealing with lately, you couldn’t help but not give in to what he wants.

“Of course, we can try. That’s fine with me.” You said, you smiled as Paul’s eyes grew wide and giggled, he honestly didn’t think you’d agree to it. Paul picked up bridal style and took you to the bedroom and threw you on the bed. You pulled yourself up by your elbows to see the look Paul’s eyes change, they looked darker than usual, and filled with lust. Your breath hitched as he slowly unbuttoned his vest and the white button up he had underneath. Today was a very stressful day for him, whether it be him and George bickering or John completing spacing out or having pda with Yoko.

“Strip for me, love.” He demanded. His voice deeper than usual. You immediately got on your knees on the bed and unbuttoned your blue cardigan along with your white top, along with your black, lacy bra you had been wearing. Paul seemed to be impatient as he grabbed your knees and pulled from under them so you fell on your back, as he nearly ripped off your black skirt and panties. This was definitely not the norm for him. He spent no time slipping a finger into you without warning, causing you to arch your back and moan loudly. He immediately shoved a second one in, causing you to gasp, he’s usually very slow in mid movements, but this definitely is different, he’s wasting no time. His fingers always manage to hit your sweet spot as his fingers curled. Causing your legs to shake as you continued to moan.

“Never noticed how needy you are, love. I think I’m gonna need some convincing if you want me to do more than this.” He said, kissing your forehead, although his fingers felt ethereal, you did wish he was actually inside you, especially at such a fast and deep pace he was going.

“P-Paul, please, I need you.” You moaned out shakily, a huge grin painted his face, as he slowly unbuttoned his pants in a excruciatingly slow pace, which made your thighs clench.

“Paul, come on, please I need-“ you stopped dead in your tracks as Paul shoved his entire length into you at one go, causing you to yelp out. Paul gave you no time to adjust, which he usually does, and just immediately started a hard pace.

“Come on, you asked for this, what you get for rushing me.” Paul grunted, you cried out as he hit all the right spots, you have no idea where this type of Paul has been all your life, well, the last 8 years, but you weren’t complaining. You have never felt yourself so close to the edge before, it never came this fast. You could feel the warm feeling in your stomach growing, you felt as if you were a ticking time bomb.

“P-Paul-“ you gasped

“Already? I don’t know, should I let you cum?” He says, in a very breathy tone as he lets out groan after groan. He never made you beg before.

“P-please Paul! Please let me cum, please!” You cried out, Paul spent no time rubbing your clit before you felt the feeling in your stomach snap and you let go all over him. Paul didn’t stop, though. You felt yourself started to get overstimulated, tears started to brim your eyes and the shakiness you were feeling wouldn’t subside.

“I know, I know, I’m almost there, love.” He moaned, after about three more thrusts, he came inside you with a loud groan. Which is probably the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. His long, dark brown hair disheveled, and his face was flushed. He looked so darkly beautiful. He laid next to you and kissed your face all over, no matter how rough he was, he will always be the same boy you fell in love with in Liverpool.

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THIS WAS KINDA BAD BUT WE NEEDED PAUL CONTENT IT NEEDED TO HAPPEN

#classic rock #classic rock imagines #george harrison #john lennon #paul mccartney #ringo starr #the beatles #the beatles x reader #60s #paul mccartney x reader

[hiding-in-my-blanket-fort]

Making Simon “Ghost” Riley into your boy toy (F!Reader):

Inspired by the stunning work on Twitter by BettyBRenders who created the image below that knocked the breath out of me and left me wheezing for a solid ten minutes.

TW: bondage, dom/sub elements, praise kink, a touch of humiliation/degradation???, dirty talk, unprotected PIV sex (wrap it up!!), mentions of drinking/alcohol, submissive Ghost (minors absolutely NO PEEKING UNDER THE CUT)

You worked as a bartender at a local place that Simon often frequents after a mission. The two of you developed a friendly and comfortable vibe, but you didn’t pry when he was brooding which he appreciated.

If Simon was honest, he was a little sweet on you. Admiring you from afar. He loved that you let your sassy side show when you became more familiar with him.

So it was late one night, the bar was practically empty and the two of you got talking. The alcohol was working its magic, loosening tongues and boosting confidence, lowering inhibitions. And there was definitely some flirting going on.

When you mentioned that you hadn’t been on a date in a while, that surprised Simon.

“Why?” he asked.

You shrugged. “I have certain…tastes. They intimidate most men.”

Your gaze drags up to meet his and Simon can tell you’re studying him. You wipe down the bar and then stop with your hands braced on the counter as you lean in. He holds your gaze without blinking the whole time.

“You don’t look like the type of guy to shy away from anything,” you say.

A small smile curls up at the corner of his mouth. “Sounds like a challenge to me.”

You give a coy little shrug. “Maybe it is.”

Normally, you never go home with a customer. But the chemistry between you and Simon is sizzling hot and you’re not about to pass up this opportunity. So you reach over and you hook two fingers into the silver gleam of his dog tags at his throat, tugging him closer.

“I’d like to make you my boy toy for the night,” you whisper. “Does that scare you, tough guy?”

He smirks with a breathy little laugh that has your stomach in butterflies. He doesn’t back down, unlike most guys you’ve shared your fantasy with who can’t handle being dominated.

“I’d like to see you try, love. I doubt you could break me.”

That’s the green light you’ve been hoping for and you shut down the bar, kicking out the few stranglers who are still lingering. Minutes later, you’re in a hotel room with Simon, pushing him through the door as he backs up.

He always an intimidating presence when he entered the bar, but now that you’re alone with him, touching him, trailing your hands up his torso, you realize he really is just a solid wall of muscle.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” you mutter under your breath, practically ripping his shirt open in your desperation to reach skin.

You push Simon deeper into the room until you pull out a chair. His shirt is unbuttoned now, still tucked into his pants. He’s left his mask halfway pushed up his face, the way he usually wears it when he’s in the bar. You glimpse scars and tattoos and muscles and you’re pretty much salivating at this point.

“Sit,” you say.

Simon fixes you with a steady look as he lowers himself into the chair, spreading his knees wide, hands resting atop his thighs.

“Shirt,” you say. “Take it off. Won’t be needing it.”

He huffs a laugh and obeys without protest. He could easily fight you on any of your demands and you wouldn’t be able to force him to do a damn thing so you’re curious to see how far you can push before he starts to get a little resistant. You’ve known Simon for a while now and you really want to see what it takes to get him to run his mouth off a bit.

When you pull out a pair of handcuffs from your purse, Simon’s eyes flicker slightly but that’s the only tell he’ll give you. He doesn’t budge as you put them on.

You circle him, dragging your hand over his biceps, his shoulders, sliding down his chest and back up to cradle his throat. As you skim your hand through his hair, Simon tilts his head back, watching you.

As you come around to stand in front of him, you push in between his knees. Hooking your fingers into his dog tags, you tug the chain snug beneath his chin, forcing his head up.

Simon’s pupils go totally BLACK. His lips part and his Adam’s apple bobs, giving away just how hot he thinks you are.

You smile a little. “You’re very laidback for a guy cuffed to a chair.”

“Not my first time, princess,” he replies. “If you want to rattle me, you’ll have to try harder than that.”

You raise your eyebrows and curve your palms over the top of Simon’s thighs, gliding higher and higher.

“Are you saying,” you reply, your voice low as you nuzzle against his cheek. “You’re not turned on right now?”

Simon clenches his jaw tight and says nothing. But he watches you. God, this man never STOPS looking at you. Studying you.

You kiss his neck, sucking at his pulse, smoothing your tongue over his skin and scraping with your teeth.

“If I touched you,” you murmured into his neck. “Would you be hard for me?”

You move your palms lower, bracketing his inner thighs, not quite touching his groin. Simon’s gaze drops to your hands, his lashes shielding his expression. But he dips his head in a single, barely-there nod.

You brush your knuckles against his crotch, finding his cock straining against his jeans. Holy hell, you knew he’d be big and now you can’t wait to actually see him.

At your touch, Simon doesn’t make a sound. But his eyes flutter closed and he bows his head. He looks like a man steeling himself for inevitable torture.

The metallic clank of his belt echoes in the anticipatory silence of the room as you unbuckle him, drag the zipper of his fly down with a gritty rasp.

Simon is watching you again with pitch black eyes. He doesn’t move a muscle and sits as still as a statue as you pull out his gorgeous, thick cock and wrap your fingers around him. But he throbs in your hand, betraying just how much he’s enjoying himself.

You bite your lip with a grin as you circle your thumb over the head of his shaft.

“With equipment like this, you must have the stamina have a horse,” you say, endlessly circling your thumb. Simon’s breath grows shallower and shallower. The tendons in his neck stand out. “I could fuck myself on your cock, coming again and again, but you…”

You trailed off, kneeling between his thighs and kissed the tip of his cock, slowly, flicking your tongue along the slit.

Simon’s breath catches in his throat. His abs flex tight and hard as a slab of granite.

“You wouldn’t come if I ordered you not to, right, Simon?” you said, smiling sweetly up at him, your breath fanning over his cock with every word. The sight of you right now is enough to completely wreck him, but he has a will of iron and he’s stubborn as fuck.

And he has to admit: you’re right. He’s a man accustomed to following orders.

You scrape your teeth over his hip, dragging a long, deep groan out of Simon when the welt appears.

“Fucking hell, you little minx,” he growls.

He breaks off with a strangled noise when you slide a hand lower and cup his balls with a firm squeeze.

“Goddamn it,” he breathes out, tipping his head back.

Feeling very smug and satisfied watching Simon slowly begin to crumble, you stand and shimmy out of your jeans and underwear. As you straddle Simon, you take a fistful of his hair and pinch his lower lip between your teeth.

“Do you want me to stop, Simon?” you ask softly with a teasing note in your voice. “Is it too much for you to handle?”

You feel Simon shift beneath you, straining at the cuffs, fists clenched. He’s strong enough that you have no doubt he could probably just bust out of them.

“Don’t tell me this is all you’ve got, love,” he says. “If you think you can make me beg already, you’ll have to work harder for it.”

You raise your eyebrows at the way he’s goading you on.

“Oh, is that what you’re waiting for, Simon?” you ask in a sugary-sweet voice. “You want me to make you beg for it?”

He manages a breathless laugh, his eyes bright with this banter between you, loaded with sexual tension. So you line up his cock at your entrance, resting just the tip inside you. And you sink down, oh-so-slowly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck,” Simon hisses under his breath.

You’re pretty sure you’ve found heaven on earth because every inch of him is filling you so perfectly.

When Simon tries to bow his head again, lips skimming your cleavage, you yank his head back by his hair until he’s forced to look at you as you begin to roll your hips, gliding up and down his length.

With your free hand, you touch his chest, tracing his tattoos and scars. Resting your palm at the base of his throat, your thumb sliding up over his pulse.

He tries to thrust up into you, but you grab his chin with a fierce look.

“Did I tell you to move?” you demand with steel in your voice. “Did I give you permission to do that?”

The corner of his mouth twitches with a smirk.

Your fingers tighten, digging into his jawline.

“No,” he says. Then after a moment’s pause, he adds, “No ma’am.”

You smile, clenching around him until he grunts and his whole body jerks.

“Good boy.”

Simon’s cock surges inside you at the praise.

“Oh, look at that,” you say. “The big, mean, tough guy is obedient and eager to please.”

You swear a little flush of pink creeps up Simon’s neck and into his cheeks and it only makes him even more endearing to you.

“Uncuff me,” he replies. “And I’ll please you by fucking you into the mattress, baby girl.”

You laugh and kiss him, licking into his mouth. When you pull away, you tap your fingertip against Simon’s lips.

“Oh, no, no, no, sweetie. You’re not the boss here, remember? I’m the one using you to get off. And if you’re very good for me, I’ll let you come. Otherwise, all you get to do is sit there while I play with that beautiful cock of yours.”

You’re a soaking mess by now and you strip off your shirt and bra, barely breaking your rhythm. Planting your hands on Simon’s chest for leverage, you work yourself up and down his shaft, over and over, until the burning fire of an orgasm builds between your thighs.

You lock your fingers around the back of Simon’s head and pull him down. Before you can tell him what to do, he has one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking hard enough to make you see stars. Your body is lit up like a live wire, buzzing with electricity, trembling on the edge of release.

“That’s it, love,” Simon murmurs against your skin, peppering your tits with kisses. “Look at you, baby. Fuck. Squeezing my cock so tight. You can practice that wicked streak of yours on me all you like if it gets you this fucking wet, princess.”

You’re in a frenzy now as your orgasm starts to take over, climbing hot and fast. With your arms around Simon’s shoulders, he’s like an anchor, keeping you steady through the pleasure that washes through you.

He kisses up your neck, murmuring sweet nothings in your ear as the aftershocks wear off. You go limp, sagging against him.

When you kiss him and finally give Simon permission to come, he’s driving up into you like a man possessed, teeth gritted, face buried in your shoulder.

You cling to him, encouraging softly, “God, you’re so close, Simon. I can feel it.”

He finishes with one final, deep thrust that has you gasping against his mouth and your eyes rolling back in your head.

The two of you stay that way for a while, pressed flush against each other, exchanging lazy kisses, until he goes soft and slips out of you.

You thread your fingers through his hair, nuzzling him, before you retrieve the key from your jeans pocket and uncuff him.

Simon takes your wrist and pulls you into his arms, carrying you off to the bathroom where he washes—and kisses—every inch of you with admiration.

Masterlist

#cod #simon ghost riley #imagines #cod imagines #simon ghost riley imagines #simon ghost riley x reader #writing tag

[mynameismckenziemae]

She's a Fire-Chapter XIX

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)

I like ‘em hot

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: 18+, semi-public p in v, oral, exhibitionism, handjobs, etc.

Bob pulls into the hotel near the wedding venue around 1 AM; 45 or so minutes after the performance in the car.

You’ve been teasing Bradley the entire time, alternating between teasing brushes and rough palming over his erection. While Bob and Sunny are distracted by choosing a new playlist, you kiss your way up his neck to his ear to whisper all the dirty things you want to get up to with him over the next few days.

You barely have the door to your room closed before Bradley’s turning and crowding you against it, grinding his erection into your stomach. He pulls you for a deep bruising kiss.

You bite his bottom lip as you fight for dominance and he grunts before lifting you. He walks you further into the room and drops you on the bed, ripping your leggings off, and drops his sweats. He climbs over you, thrusting into you with ease; the last hour of the car ride was all the foreplay you need.

You fail to stifle your gasp as he bottoms out, his hips pumping into you at a punishing pace, panting into your neck.

“Wha—what’s gotten into you? Did you like that? Spying on our friends?” You breathe against his shoulder.

He nods, so you continue.

“Me too,” you whisper, “What did you like the best? Was it when he called Sunny a good girl? Would you like it if he called you a good boy?”

A choked groan leaves him at your words. You drag your nails down his back, smiling at his hiss when you dig them into his still-sensitive ass from the night before. “Answer me.”

He mumbles something into your neck. Your right-hand leaves his ass just to come back down in a harsh, loud spank. “I can’t hear you when you mumble. Do I need to spank you again? I bet they can hear it from their room. Now, would you like it if Bob called you a good boy?”

He whimpers, his back stiffens, and his hips still as he cums without warning. “Yeah-I…I think I’d like it,” he pants.

You laugh, “I’d say so.”

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He pulls out when he catches his breath, and pumps his cum back into you with his fingers as he laves your clit.

“Shhhh,” He shushes and slaps his hand over your mouth when you cry out from your first orgasm.

Bradley brings you off several more times until you’re shaking and pushing his head away from the overstimulation.

You finally fall asleep wrapped up in each other around 3.

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“Rowan, are you up? Nat texted that she’ll be here in 20 minutes.” Sunny knocks from the shared door between your rooms.

“Yeah, just let me get dressed and brush my teeth.” You reply with a yawn. You start to rise but Bradley’s arm tightens around your waist.

“Mmm not yet. We don’t get nearly enough mornings to cuddle together like this,” he murmurs.

You laugh and kiss his forehead before wiggling out of his hold. “I know, I’m sorry. I don’t want to make the bride wait on me for her spa day though. You should probably get up too, I’m guessing Jake is picking you up at the same time.”

He groans but rolls over and walks to the bathroom and the shower turns on.

You pull on your bikini and coverup and make your way to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth.

“What are you guys up to today?” You ask after spitting out your toothpaste.

“Not sure exactly. Jake just said he was gonna show us around his old stomping grounds and then meet up with you all later.” He replies turning off the shower.

“I’m a little nervous about this surprise,” you laugh, “Oh, make sure you guys wear sunscreen if you’re outside, I don’t think Nat will appreciate sunburnt faces in the photos.”

“Yes, Mother,” he rolls his eyes and yelps when you swat his bare cheek.

“That’s what you get for sassin’ me,” you say, giving him a look.

“That’s what you try for sassin’ me,” he mocks as he walks out of the bathroom, rubbing the handprint you left.

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“Row, will you get ready with us at the venue? I meant to ask you sooner but with the training, briefings, deployments…I really wish I would’ve asked you to be a bridesmaid instead of my cousin, but my mom would’ve had a fit.” Natasha sighs, sipping her drink.

You three are sitting at the pool after your massages, mani/pedis, facials, and all other kinds of wonderful pampering.

“No worries, I’d love to! And it’s okay, I get it. Plus we didn’t know each other that well when you got engaged,” you squeeze her knee.

“So what’s the plan for tonight?” Sunny asks.

“We’re going line-dancing at the honky-tonk,” Nat smiles, “it was Jake’s idea, but I think it’ll be fun. That’s why we told you to bring your western wear.”

You laugh and Sunny groans dramatically.

“Rowan’s a pro at line dancing. She tried to teach me in college but I barely could get the basic steps.” She says.

“Oh whatever, liar! You did fine!” You argue.

“They’ll teach you, and they play other songs that everyone knows,” Nat assures her.

“I’ll just need some liquid confidence. Promise you won’t laugh too hard?” Sunny jokes, as if she isn’t a natural at everything she does.

The three of you head back to the rooms to shower and get ready.

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“Girl, look at that dump truck!” Sunny exclaims, turning you around to look at your butt in the mirror. “Bradley isn’t going to be able to keep his hands off you,” she breathes, cupping a cheek herself.

You’re dressed in cowboy boots, form-fitting flared jeans, and a black lace tank.

“That’s what I’m hoping for,” you laugh, wiggling your brows. “Bob’s gonna feel the same when he sees you in those shorts.”

Sunny smiles and does a once over on herself; cut-off shorts look great paired with a black top and her own pair of boots.

“I’m glad you both are wearing black,” Nat says as she places a new cowboy hat on each of your heads.

“Oh Nat, thank you! They definitely complete the look—Oh my God, look at you!” Sunny gasps.

Natasha’s in all white—hat, fringe dress, and boots.

“You look stunning!” You agree.

“Thanks! I figured I’d go for the bridal look since the bachelorette weekend was canceled,” she replies, rolling her eyes.

You and Sun had a weekend planned but she ended up deployed so it ended up just being a night on the town.

“Ready? The guys are on their way there,” Sunny asks, checking her phone.

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20 minutes later you and Sunny stroll in the bar behind Natasha.

“Jake said they have a corner booth reserved,” Nat nods to the corner of the bar. “Want to get a drink first and head over?”

You nod and look around, spotting Bradley but not Jake or Bob. Bradley’s leaning against the booth table, clad in a black tee, fitted jeans, and his own boot and hat. He looks good enough to eat.

His eyes meet yours and then darken as he does his own perusal. You give him a sly smile as you turn to give the bartender your order.

You feel his presence behind you before his fingers grip your hips, pulling you against him.

“You look so fucking hot right now,” he says lowly, grinding his erection into your ass.

“Thank you, so do you,” you reply as you turn your head to kiss him, hats bumping. You bite his bottom lip before pulling away, “Think you can make it through dancing with me tonight without cumming in your pants again?”

He chuckles. “No promises with how good your ass looks in these jeans.”

You snort and take your drink from the bartender.

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It’s starting to get busier as you make your way over to the booth. Bob and Jake are back too.

You sit with Jake as everyone else heads to the dance floor while the DJ gives a quick rundown.

Laughing as everyone gets the hang of it, you lean over to Jake. “How ya feeling about the wedding? Nervous?”

“Nah, not really. Just excited, for the wedding; to start our lives together, all that…ya know?”

You smile and nod, squeezing his shoulder before you both join the rest of the group waving you over.

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The first hour consists of mostly line dancing. After though, more modern dance music is strewn in and you lose track of the other couples as the night goes on.

You’re hot and bothered from Bradley’s hands all over you, hips grinding into your ass and the way he’s been kissing your neck and panting into your ear. “Wanna step outside for some fresh air?”

He nods and leads you outside into the slightly cooler night air and pulls you around to the quiet, dark side of the building. He pushes you against the brick wall and takes your lips in a bruising kiss.

His hand unbuttons your jeans and dips in, gathering your wetness to circle your bundle of nerves while the other teases your nipple through the lace of your top.

You gasp as he pushes his fingers in and uses the heel of his palm to rub your clit. “I’m close already,” you whine against his lips, hands weaving into his hair, knocking his hat off.

“Mmmm,” he hums and curls his fingers, pressing your g-spot. You cry into his mouth as your release pulses through you, he grunts as you pull his hair almost to the point of pain.

He pulls his fingers from you and you grab his wrist, bringing his hand to your mouth. You moan around his fingers as you suck your arousal from them.

“Christ, Row,” he sighs, hips grinding into you.

You turn him, his back now against the wall, kissing him again as you unbutton his fly. He shutters when your thumb smears his precum over his head and fingers circle his cock. You stroke him a few times and you can tell he’s already close.

You break the kiss and just as you’re about to drop to your knees, the door swings open and you hear Sunny. “Over here, I bet no one’s around.”

Bradley grabs your wrist just as you’re about to pull away. He pumps himself with your hand, and he cums with a low groan just as you hear Sunny’s gasp as she turns the corner.

“Uhhh, we’ll…uhmm, wait over here,” she stammers before she disappears, dragging Bob with her.

“So you’re into exhibitionism?” You laugh breathlessly as you pull your hand out of his pants. You caught the majority of his cum in your hand and take a few steps to wipe it on the grass.

His cheeks turn red and he chuckles while he buttons his fly. “I think I might be, with those two at least.”

Unexpected arousal shoots down your spine. Maybe you’re into it too.

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Sunny smiles sheepishly as you both round the corner. “I’m so sor-“

“It’s okay, now we’re even,” you say nonchalantly.

“Even? For what?” Bob asks, confused.

“The show you gave us last night in the car…” you reply with a wink, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go wash my hands and get a drink.”

Bob groans in embarrassment and Sunny laughs as you open the door and walk inside.

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A/N: another time jump. There’s probably going to be a few more time jumps because I feel like this story (sex scenes especially) is getting repetitive. I’m sorry if you feel the same way.

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#bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x you #robert bob floyd #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #bob floyd #top gun smut #bradley bradshaw x reader

[hellcat8908]

Hello!! Could you possibly do a Rhys x reader where they are both very frustrated and pent up because they haven’t been able to have sex because they have both been very busy with High Lord and High Lady duties? Eventually Rhys finally has enough of not being able to have a second alone with reader so he clears the next week for them and finally can have a good stress reliever 😏 and a moment of peace without people interrupting them?

I just know that the aftercare that Rhys would give would be wonderful cause it’s not just him checking to make sure he wasn’t too rough but because he hasn’t been able to just touch reader?

I Need You Rhysand x Female Reader

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Language

It was never difficult for you and Rhys to find time for each other until recently. It seems the two of you were constantly being pulled in opposite directions for your duties. When you were able to get a night together, you were both too exhausted from working. One day, Rhys had had enough and called everyone to Rita's for a dinner.

During dinner, it was nice to catch up with the inner circle outside of reports and assignment check-ins. Once dinner was winding down, Rhys told everyone the two of you were taking a week off. "I'm leaving Amren and Mor in charge in our absence. They'll be the ones to handle anything that comes up." He says. "Under no circumstances are y/n or I to be disturbed." Everyone nods in acknowledgment. After his announcement, he quickly escorts you home to the river house.

As soon as the door is shut, his lips are pressed against yours in a searing kiss. His hands ripping the zipper on your dress before sliding it off your shoulders. He lets out a moan of appreciation when he finds you're not wearing a bra. He trails kisses down your neck to one of your tits, biting and sucking it while his fingers tease the others. Hearing your moans only makes him need you more.

He pushes your dress to the floor before tangling his fingers in your hair, "I need you now." He practically growls before bending you over the entry table. He nudges your legs apart with his feet before his other hand slides down your back over your ass. He runs his fingers between your legs, feeling how needy you are. His fingers gently rub your clit as he leans over, whispering in your ear, "You're going to be a good girl and take every inch of my cock in your tight little pussy. I can't be gentle with you, I need you too badly."

His fingers disappear from your core before you hear him undoing his pants. Soon you feel his hard cock nestle between your legs. He teases you, running it along your pussy. You can't help but try to grind on it, wanting it deep inside you. Rhys's hand comes down on your ass, leaving his handprint. "You're so needy for my hard cock, maybe I should make you beg for it." He says with as much control as he can find.

"Please, please fuck me, I need you so bad." You beg while trying to grind on him. Within seconds his cock is buried deep inside you causing you to scream at the force he used. His hands grip your hips tight before he starts pounding your pussy. "That's it, take my cock like a good girl." He says as his grip on your hips tighten. He thrusts into you harder, making you take every inch of him. Your fingers hand a death grip on the table as you moan louder, not caring if anyone hears.

"Good girl, let all of Velaris hear how good your getting fucked. And how much you love it." He says as he pulls your hair. "Fuck, I love taking your hard cock deep in my pussy. I want you to fill me with your cum." You manage to say between moans. "My cum is going to be leaking from your sweet pussy all week." He says as he takes you harder. His hand wrapping around you before his fingers find your clit.

"Be a good girl and cum on my cock. Show me how much you love it." He says while masterfully rubbing your clit. He has you close to the edge in no time before sending you over it. Just as you cum he is right behind you, filling you up with a massive load of cum. Once you both start to recover from the intense orgasms that ripped through you, you feel Rhys kissing across your shoulders.

You're barely able to stand, but luckily, you don't have to. Rhys picks you up in his arms and carries you towards the bedroom. He passes the bed and takes you into the bathroom. The tub is filled with hot water already. He steps into the tub with you gently sitting down with you in his lap. The hot water helps to relax your tender muscles as you settle into Rhys's lap. He grabs a cloth and gently starts washing you from head to toe.

As he washes you, he asks, "Are you alright, darling? Was I too rough?" You smile before kissing him softly, "I'm alright, a little tender, but nothing to worry about." He kisses you softly before he finishes cleaning you up. The water starts to cool and he helps you out of the bath. He helps you dry off before leading you to the bench in front of your vanity. He stands behind you and picks up your brush.

He delicately brushes your hair, making sure to gently brush any knots out. "You're so good to me, darling." He says softly. "You're good to me, love." You respond with a smile while he finishes brushing your hair. He separates your hair into sections and starts braiding it. He lifts you off the bench before carrying you to bed. He pulls you into his arms, "Goodnight, darling." He says before turning off the lights. Goodnight, love." You whisper back as you drift asleep.

#acotar #batboys #sarah j maas #acotar fanfic #rhys acotar #rhysand x reader #rhysand

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

Imagine waking up one morning to an empty bed. Thoughts of last night flooding through your mind of Mommy Wanda fucking you so good that you can barely walk. You decide to go look for your incredible girlfriend, finding her in the home office. “Hello there, darling! Im sorry you woke up without me next to you. Mommy had to get some work done.” The use of the title instantly sends a rush of wetness to your panties, ruining them further. Wanda pats her lap, signaling for you to go over and sit. You do as she says and straddle her lap. “Oh baby, I can feel the heat from your pussy. Are you already this needy so early in the morning?” She grips your hips trialing a hand down to your pussy pressing on your clit through your panties. She notices you’re wearing one of her button ups and panties, “you look really good in my shirt, baby. It makes Mommy want to rip it off you and fuck you until you’re crying” you let out a whimper at her words trying to grind into her hand but her grip on your hip is too strong. “Mommy please, I need you,” “what do you need, puppy? I need you to use your big girl words and tell me exactly what you want” she emphasizes her words by pressing your clit with her thumb. “I need you inside. I need your tongue. Please Mommy, I promise I’ll be good. Please fuck me” tears start to prick at the corners of your eyes due to how desperate you are. “You beg so pretty for me, my little puppy. Hop up on the desk for me” you do exactly that and Wanda spreads your legs. She pushes you onto your back and pulls your panties to the side.

I need to get a home office just to be fucked in it

-K

yes yes yes yes yes

and then she eats you out, and you make a mess all over her desk while you accidentally push all her papers to the floor. she has to hold your hips down, and you hook your legs around her shoulders.

you're about to come, when her phone rings. she answers it while you whine, and to shut you up she shoves your ruined panties into your mouth and teases your clit until you're just an empty-headed little slut for her to use.

she ends the call after a while, and praises you for being such a good girl and rewards you by fucking you with the strap she'd worn under her pants, knowing that her precious little girl would wake up horny.

you're a whimpering mess, about to come on her strap when her hands hold your hips down, bruising them as she asks you, "awww, does my puppy want to come? remember that good girls ask permission."

of course you're not able to speak, your panties still in your mouth, and she's relentless. her phone rings again, and you nearly sob when she stops. she takes pity on you, ignoring the phone call and fucking your brutally, the sound of her strap thrusting in and out of your soaked pussy filling the room.

she starts rubbing little circles on your clit, and you lose it. as soon as you've finished coming, you try and push wanda away, but she twists her fingers and uses her magic to tie you down, saying, "oh no puppy, you came without permission. now, mommy gets to do her favorite thing... punish you."

#she needs to fuck me in her office #tbh it would solve a lot of my problems #-K anon #mommy wanda #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #dom!wanda

[lipglossanon]

COW HYBRID READER WITH LITTLE HORNS!!!!!! i love the farm idea you had so let me add,,,,,,, she’s in heat so leon brings her inside so she doesn’t get bred by another hybrid but he didn’t plan accordingly because of her little hooves on the wood floor causing her to slide everywhere so she’s bed bound until he either gets her little silicone hoof covers so she doesn’t slide or he gets rugs everywhere so he’s taking of her and it’s just escalates a little too much and he all the sudden has a house cow and he’s so attentive to her and she complains about being needed miles and leon isn’t sure how to go about it but luis takes care of it (or leon but i’ve exposed myself and how i feel about luis 🤭) so it turns into them taking turns with you and passing you around placing you in leon’s living room so your stationary on the hardwood floor because you’ll slip otherwise so you’re stuck there while the have their way with you

- 💀

(imagine pet play with dark stepdaddy leon,,,,, i feel like he’d go feral over having you naked in a crate with cat or bunny ears and a little collar with a bell,, only taking you out when he wants to get his dick wet so he’s never letting you cum so you’re basically rubbing yourself against the bars of your crate for some relief and he just finds it so amusing 😩)

Howdy 💀 anon!! 👋

AGSKVL the hoofs!! How cute! And Leon’s such a big sap that after he brought you in, you’re pretty much just a house cow from then on 🤣

And when you whine and beg for him to milk you cause it hurts 🥺🥺 well who’s Leon to deny you? He’s just trying to make you feel better (even if he’s as hard as he’s ever been in his life and you notice and start stroking him through his pants cause you’re just returning the favor by milking him too 🤭)

And Luis! 😩 he accidentally walks in while Leon’s balls deep in your cunt and there’s this awkward moment of 🧍‍♂️ until Luis just sits down to watch the show and once Leon’s finish, he offers you to go help and you’re more than happy to 😜

So now you’re being passed around from cock to cock, having your tits milked and squeezed as they stuff you full of cum 🥵 🥵

(SHDFKL he’s so be into pet play! Oh!! Especially like a predator/prey scenario; making you wear some cutesy throwaway outfit so he can chase you and once he pins you down he can rip it off without worrying with it, just bury himself balls deep in your wet little pussy and breed you all night 🥴)

#ask box #💀 anon #lipglossanon #lipglossanswers #cow hybrid #hybrid!reader

[zitot3]

Give more details on slut gem!... please

SORRY I GET STUPID ABOUT GEM, here's several paragraphs of pure word vomit as I go insane:

OKAY, so Gem loves her body and loves getting attention, she's hot and she knows it, right? She doesn't even have to dress particularly slutty, but she does sometimes because the reactions are so fun -- a girl is at her most powerful when men fall to their knees and weep before her.

She shamelessly flirts with everyone, and she is in a LOT of servers for a reason; she really gets around. She'll even flirt with Joel in front of Lizzie -- and then make him jealous by taking interest in Lizzie afterwards instead. And imagine how Jimmy would react to her paying attention to him. She could just lean into him and he'd get flustered and pop a boner.

She looooves having casual sex with her friends, it's actually a need, not a want. She finds it so hot when someone comes up to her and gropes her without warning, she'll stop whatever she's doing so they can use her. Like free-use Gem. Sausage would do this a lot, and he's so much bigger and stronger than her, she couldn't fight him off even if she wanted to. And e!False absolutely can't keep her hands to herself either. They would have the craziest lesbian sex. And half the time Gem wouldn't even bother finding somewhere private to fuck, she loves being watched and she's perfectly fine doing it out in public if someone needs to cum in her. Rip her pants down, bend her over the fence, and fuck her hard until she's moaning so loud the whole neighbourhood can hear how good the sex is. Get her in the standing splits position to stretch her legs wide open like the slut she is.

ALSO SHE AND IMPULSE DEFINITELY DID IT IN SL. I know they'd sneak out to each others' cottages at night because they're too horny to sleep. She's a total nympho, as long as she's cumming she's happy, doesn't even matter who it's with anymore. And sex is a great bargaining chip, win-win for her. She whores herself out in exchange for gifts so she's absolutely spoiled.

She got onto HC because X wanted her sooo bad, and everyone else enthuasiastically agreed that they needed more hot girls to fuck around here, and she's in her sexual prime. Literally the slutty ginger girl stereotype. She was born to feel pleasurable.

And she likes it rough too, getting bruised and bitten. She always has marks on her from several different people who have passed her around. She starts wearing clothes that are easier access -- like the overalls are cute but fiddly. She makes it easier by removing other layers, so no bra or panties underneath. Then she just stops wearing them for any outfits so you can just slip her shorts to the side, after her bare pussy has been rubbing against them all day, doing whatever sort of exercises she needs to stay in shape for PVP. And her nipples are always showing through her shirt. She is SO soft to touch.

And speaking of PVP, she'd beat Etho within an inch of his life and when she finally has him pinned down, straddling him, he's completely hard, and she finds it soooo hot that they make it a routine before sex. Sometimes Etho's too eager to fight back, but it's hotter when he does and she overpowers him anyway.

Also Scott -- one of my favourites. He's definitely gay, but sex is sex and Gem gives the best blowjobs he's had in his life. The guys rave about throat fucking her, pulling her hair and making her cry, tears and snot running down her face. She loves being used like that, utterly disreguarded as a person and treated as an object who exists for everyone else's pleasure. She's curious about what people are into and knows their most personal fantasies, and she's willing to try anything once if it makes someone happy. She loves the enjoyment her friends get from fucking her, and knowing that it's her and her body doing this to them, making them lose control and abandon all rational thought while they're together.

#I have way more thoughts about her slutiness but they're all from noncon or und4rage AUs SOOOOO #I've also drawn her before but I haven't posted most of my art because it's NSFT and I don't have another site to upload to #I've also cosplayed her for pictures in various states of undress... that's how insane I am. #my posts #asks #gem #joel #liz #jim #sausage #false #imp #x #e #scott #dubcon #Just incase

[gary-mu]

@miamisa101 hope you don't mind if I go with the smutty option 😏

Thanks for being so patient 🥺🙏

-HC- First time with Kishibe

Warnings/Tags: female/afab reader, smut, fingering, virginity loss, vaginal sex. Reader is a consenting adult.

*No beta read

Kishibe is a horny bastard. We all know that. He has probably done everything under the sun with more lovers than he can remember. Still, he never gets tired of it.

He is the kind of guy who goes to a bar, orders a drink, chooses his next prey, and lets his natural charm work the magic until they are crying out his name with his cock buried deep inside them. Rinse and repeat.

And that's exactly where you met: at the shitty bar a few blocks from your office.

The moment Kishibe saw you entering the bar, he decided you were going to be his. He needed your lips on his mouth and your legs on his shoulders.

So he carried out the routine he mastered several years ago: he approached you, invited you a drink, paid a respectful and honest compliment without sounding like a creep, and let things flow.

Lucky for him, you were entirely under his spell after a few moments, and soon you were both locked in the bathroom, making out like there was no tomorrow.

He was getting hard and eager but didn't want to end up fucking you in a dirty bathroom stall. Not that he's never done it before, but with you, so shy and compliant, he needed more time to play.

"Wanna go to my place?" Kishibe panted in your ear, making you tremble, and you answered with a needy "yes, please," ignoring a little detail you should have told him: you're still a virgin.

But he was just so good with his mouth, his hands, and his words… You just didn't want to waste an opportunity to have a good time with a guy who actually knew what he was doing.

Kishibe doesn't like wasting time with formalities, so don't expect him to offer you a drink or a glass of water before you get to business. As soon as he closes his apartment door, you will be trapped in his arms, with his body deliciously pressed against you and his mouth on your neck.

Most of the time, Kishibe likes it rough. He has no respect for a piece of fabric getting in the way and wouldn't hesitate to rip your clothes off to get what he wants.

This doesn't mean he won't respect your consent and boundaries. He might be an asshole, but he's not a r*pist. Just don't be surprised if he sends you straight home if what you wanted was a cuddle buddy.

"Fuck, doll. You're already dripping wet for me," he husked, letting his hand slide inside your panties, swallowing your moans with his mouth when his fingers began stroking your swollen folds.

Your mind shut down a long time ago, and you were completely surrendered to him. At this point, Kishibe could do whatever he wanted with you, even if it felt half as good as his fingers curling and rubbing inside you.

Soon you found yourself on his bed, with your bra lifted above your breasts, and Kishibe - wearing only his boxers - between your legs, eagerly sucking one of your nipples.

Then he ripped your panties off and pulled you flush against his clothed erection, and you suddenly felt overwhelmed. You couldn't see him, but he was bigger and thicker than you expected, and it filled you with dread.

"Wait!" you almost yelled, making him stop in his tracks. Not daring to look him in the eye and trembling uncontrollably, you confessed your inexperience.

"Do you want to stop?" Kishibe's tone was calm and understanding, but his mind and body were on fire.

This man has collected many kinks over the years, and corruption is one of them. There's nothing more satisfying than slowly turning someone so pure and innocent into a naughty sexual freak. He wasn't planning on letting this once-in-a-lifetime chance slip through his fingers.

It took you a while to answer his question, but finally, you replied with a soft "No, just… Please be gentle."

It wasn't gonna be easy for Kishibe when he wanted to do the opposite. That deep blush on your face and your reddened lips were calling him to fuck your mouth until tears were running down your cheeks. But he also didn't want to scare the shit out of you. Maybe if he behaved, you would come back begging for it.

Kishibe wants your first time with him to be perfect. Not because he cares for your feelings or some shit like that, but because he loves the idea of ruining every other guy for you. He wants to be on your mind whenever you're fucking with someone else, like a ghost reminding you who's the only one capable of making you squirt and scream. The sheer thought makes his cock twitch.

"I'll try my best, doll," he promised with a wink before getting rid of his underwear and reaching out for the box of condoms and the bottle of lube on his nightstand.

Your heart wanted to jump off your chest while he rolled the condom over his erection and coated it with the crystalline liquid. You were both afraid it might hurt too much but desperate to have him buried deep inside you, even deeper than your fingers could reach.

"Are you ready?" Kishibe whispered in your ear, the length of his cock rubbing against your soaking slit until he heard a needy "yes" and pushed himself slowly inside your tight pussy.

With your eyes closed shut, you dug your fingers into his shoulders, holding your breath all the while his girth stretched your walls. The burning sensation quickly turned into a pleasant tickling as Kishibe began hitting all the right spots. Soon the sound of his hips mercilessly snapping against yours was accompanied by your loud moans.

Don't let his age fool you. There's a reason why this man is the best devil hunter there is. He is not only strong as fuck, but has more stamina than you could expect from a guy over 50. By the time he needs a pause, you'd be a sweaty overstimulated mess.

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[writing-frenzy]

Beautiful Disaster AU

So, here I am, on a serious Shang Qinghua/Airplane bro binge because sometimes you just crave a thing and can't let go, and I ended up getting inspired by these two posts :) Link and Link So here I go.

Edit: Forgor to set a link for part two, my bad.

Also, here is this poem that also inspired a thing and also gave the name for this AU~

`Beautiful Disaster~ By Nikita Gill If he tastes like the rainfall, Looks like a summer storm, Fights for you like a forest fire; he's a tornado of trouble. (And you need to hold on to him and never ever let him go.)

So yeah, I took a look at that, and thought it actually fit both Shen Jiu and SQH/Airplane well, if in different ways. (Shen Jiu the tornado and Airplane bro the forest fire, but oh, how SJ fights like lightening in a storm, ready to burn everything away, while SQH is tricky like the wind, saving most of his energy for when it really matters until you can't see anything past the wails and talismans.)

So yeah, watch me stumble into a scumplane with Ghost!Shen Jiu :3

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It starts ever so simply, Shen Jiu watching as that fake is so happily accepted, all the other Peak Lords seeming to rejoice at having them there, even the disciples pleased and ever so willing to bark for the man wearing his face, the little beast practically panting after him every step he takes.

It disgusts him, makes him grind his teeth, makes him want to scream, shout, curse like he hasn't since he was just a desperate slave, how many visit his former home, his sanctuary now a cage of bamboo and frustration, rage, and bitterness. Watches how Peak Lord after Peak Lord visits, each charmed, some slowly, some in less than a second, guests of all types and titles leaving yet obviously wanting to stay.

All except for one.

"Ha-hahaaa, hello Peak Lord Shen, I'm here to deliver the order forms for the new training instruments and inkstones." The An Ding Peak Lord, Shang Qinghua laughs weakly, even as the fake narrows eyes at him over his favored fan. Shen Jiu glares, wishing he could rip it to shreds, throw it away, burn it so that it is no longer being defiled by this body snatcher.

"You may leave them with my disciples, Ming Fan or Binghe can take care of it." is the dismissive response of this other, lesser fake goods, even as Shen Jiu wants to scream.

"These are my duties; these are the responsibilities of a Peak Lord, you cannot hand them off to mere children, much less the beast." The real Shen QingQiu wants to howl, but it only comes out as whispered words through clenched teeth, the ghost not able to open his mouth for the anger choking him.

"Ah, about that my fellow Peak Lord, these contents are not for the eyes of disciples, I'll need your seal of approval on them as well." Shang Qinghua seems to wince, sounding rather apologetic, but it is this refusal that gains Shen Jiu's attention, actually surprised to hear someone being reasonable since the switch happened.

(The first time he's seen anyone actually refuse his cuckoo of a replacement.)

And is just in time to see the cold, cutting calculation the supposedly 'apologetic' man hides with his bowed head, before it is gone just as fast as he raises it.

It is the start of his interest in Shang Qinghua, that man he considered a rat in life, only to show just how clever he is after Shen Jiu died.

Watches how the man sneakily tests the fake, teas for cleansing snuck in here and there, talismans deceptively hidden in paintings, vases of flowers that detect malevolent, demonic energies.

And even with none of it being triped, the Fake able to somehow breeze past all these tests, Shang Qinghua still watches, guarded and suspicious, without ever letting his cuckoo even suspect it.

It is... gratifying, even if it is from that rat, to know someone still does not trust in what they see, that they too judge the fake and decide to actually question it. It is more than what his own disciples have done.

(It is more than what his Qi-ge has given, still ever so tolerant, ravished as he is for any crumbs, he can fucking get like the dogs they were.)

Changes only happen after what is apparently a disastrous conference, with intriguing, if terrifying secrets coming to light.

"Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky!"

"Peerless Cumber?!"

Hearing their words, it brings in new consideration for his circumstances, makes his already yin filled core seem to freeze at just what he is hearing.

Some kind of fate that forces you into another's dead body, chains one to follow it with little hope for change, even forcing a literary god from the sounds of it to be reborn into a human, never actually expecting their words to come to life, just trying to live as it were like any other storyteller from the streets.

(Remembers how any damage he does is just as quickly erased, as if it has never happened, as if there isn't a resentful ghost clawing at the walls, ready to destroy any in its way at the first chance it gets.)

Shang Qinghua, or Airplane as it were, visits more after that, plotting and planning with his bodysnatcher, who while he still hates, would be willing to gut if possible (but... can understand, so painfully understand being forced and chained, even if he was lucky enough his Masters were very much mortal at least).

But while there are no longer any suspicions in those eyes (the calculations are of course still there), they are instead replaced by a... mournful quality?

?

"Rest in Peace, Shen-Shixiong." is said in the middle of the night one day, when his fake has long since slept, the words like a whisper in the wind. In his mind's eye, he can smell the incense of sandalwood and jasmine, with an offering of melon seeds beside it...

...!

oh...

... Not once, not since he has been stuck in his home, has he heard his Shang-Shidi call the imposter Shixiong...

For that night, Shen Jiu stares at one of the pictures on the walls of his bamboo house, keen eyes seeing the subtle symbols for mourning on it, a subtle 9 easily hidden among the strokes if one was not a master like himself, the rage a quiet thing tonight as he thinks.

-

And then, one day, seemingly normal for all it is a quiet day at his peak, Shen Jiu finds that whatever was trapping him, caging him, chaining him to his bamboo house turned prison is gone.

He doesn't miss his chance, out the door before his mind can catch up, before he fully realizes he has been freed. It is only once he is off his mountain, out from that sect, away from everyone, that Shen Jiu realizes he has a choice.

He can feel it, he can feel his body even with the distance he is, knows exactly which direction to go if he wants to reclaim it. And he could, he could do so rather easily he can tell, whatever link between it and chained binding his imposter had gone...

...But why should he?

Why should he? Why should he go back to all those so willing to trade him for his knock off, why should he go back to people who will only be disappointed in the return of the 'old Shen-QingQiu' even if it is the true one.

Why should he debase himself to go crawling back to people in a body even more wrecked then his Qi-Deviation left it, all wanting something he is not and will never be?

(Go to see that panting, drooling Beast, to the desperate, stalking Brute, to that disappointing, clinging to scraps and fakes Brother Sect Leader?

To see those calculating, distrusting, mournful brown eyes? As weak as he is now? Not worthy to even be called Shixiong.)

Shen Jiu pauses, turning aways from where he can feel his body, where all those lies and expectations are, into a different direction, where death calls and the yin energy beacons any foolish or ambitious or both to answer.

He can feel it in his distant bones, trembling in his ghostly yin qi running through his spiritual body, his other choice.

The Gates of the City of Gu are about to open.

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Author's note:

*Me looking at Airplane, his trust issues, his knowledge of just how fucked up his story could be, thinking of alllllll those wife plots and the trickery* No way this man didn't try a few ways to see if Shen QingQiu was possessed by something or another; not that he doubts the all knowing sword, but yeah, he doubts the fucking sword.

Also, if anyone were to find out that Airplane was technically the creator god, I headcanon people would assume he was a literary god who either gained too much power on accident or some other gods decided to fuck around for shits and giggles because they could.

Also, Shen Jiu would be smart enough to figure out about the system, even if he doesn't know exactly what it is, the concept he understands fucking terrifies him; no way would he go back into his body giving the choice, being so weak from without a cure and whatever the fuck the imposter did to it to where he can go back. He'll take his fucking chances.

(Besides... his Shidi like demons well enough, why not a Calamity?) :3

#scum villian self saving system #scum villain #Shen Jiu #Shang Qinghua #airplane shooting towards the sky #OG!Shen QingQiu #Scumplane #Jiuplane

[shameful-sinful-sensual-sex]

He notices I stole his hoodie. He’s 6”0 and I’m 5”2 so it’s a little big on me. He stares at the hem of the hoodie gliding along my chubby thighs. He admires the pattern of my stretch marks. His mouth waters at my voluptuous butt. His heart squeezes at the sleeve paws over my smaller hands. He can’t resist temptation. Kissing me hungrily, holding me firmly by my waist, feeling up my chest, caressing around my butt, groping and gripping my entire cheek.

My legs go weak with heated submission, he holds me tight, guiding me down on my back with control, taking his rightful position between my thighs. I cling my legs around his waist, wrapping arms around his torso. Clawing at his clothes to lose them and collide with my skin. He doesn’t waste any time. He reaches down to rip my panties off and toss them elsewhere. Unzipping his pants and freeing his hungry shaft through his boxers. Without warning or contemplation, he pushes through my sticky folds and sinks deep in my heat.

My heart is pounding through my sternum. Tears threaten to form at my eyes. A silent scream of surprise and searing pain shoots through my loins. But I try to relax and breathe because I know it’ll be okay. I trust him with everything. He takes my hands and intertwines them with my hands. I’m almost crushed by the intensity of his forceful hips, throwing deep inside and pulling out, grinding against every texture of my inner walls, knocking into my cervix without any concern.

It hurts and I’m crying, but I’m never more safe than in moments like these. When he takes me in such a primal and unsuspecting state. It drives me crazy that I craves this side of him. I dream about it. I pray for it. He makes me lose focus. I lose my composure. My dignity. My secrets. My everything is sacrificed to the whim of his overwhelming cock.

My legs are shaking with euphoria and muscle aches. My groin can barely withstand the impact of his hips, but I take it like I need to. He deserves everything I have to give. And my pussy is starving to be fed. I can hardly breathe with the pace of his thrusting, the accuracy of his cock, the girth of his cock, the depth he’s always capable to reach. His sexual prowess remains incomparable and transcendent.

My neck is painted with bites and bruises, his kisses have left my lips swollen and drooling. My moans have reached every ceiling. My heart is going to explode, legs spasm with my buildup, the walls of my pussy tighten like a desperate hug. I cry out his name, praying he keeps going, begging to let me finish, pleading that I’m almost there. I feel myself fill up, heat rising, the pain pushing me over the edge as everything releases all over his shirt, his underwear, his pants. Soaking the hoodie on my back as it spreads over the floor.

My legs are weak and limp as my pussy still throbs through my orgasm and his relentless pounding. He’s not done. And I’m not done until he says I’m done. He moves to grip my hips with one hand, pushing my leg up by my thigh with the other. His tight hold is going to leave bruises later. And I’ll wear them as a badge of honor.

He fucks my pussy mercilessly, ignoring my blissed out cries of exhaustion. Going until it builds up within him, holding on till he’s killing my cervix and any chance of me walking after this. He briefly loses his sanity, growling possessively, slapping my ass with a stinging force, laughing when he hears my agonized screech. He loves that shit and he knows I love it, too.

He knows only he can fuck me this good. Only he can treat me so well and ruin me so recklessly, leaving me so tender. I fucking love him. He speeds up before he spills his seed deep in my womb. I thank him with tears in my eyes. I know I’m not ready for a baby, but I’ll always get ready for him.

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[raspberrysmoon]

ok so. nobody cares but I DO!!!! so here are some fun facts about my biggest npmd au i curse the day !! :] names are colored/altered for their corresponding lord. red is 'generally evil'

it got long so. facts under cut <3 spoilers are very minimal but go check out my series on ao3 !! 'i curse the day' !!!! olease im insane over them !!

psst @bellqmione i did it. for you :]

- pete hates his horns with a passion. steph thinks theyre kind of cute when he doesnt try to shave them off or rip them out. pete would rip them out if he was sure they didnt connect to his brain like some goat horns do

- similarly, grace adores her eyes/newfound sight 99% of the time. until The Horrors. she cant bring herself to go back to camp idonwannabang.. or look the jerries in the eye

- ted has full custody over pete and acts as a pseudo parent. hes a solid 15 years older, and generally acts like a teen boy with pete. silly goofy guy who has some issues hes not ready to face and a tendancy to drink !

- jenny... is there. somehow. she misses ted a lot and genuinely wants to come back to hatchetfield for him. she just... can't

- steph and nibbly have a weirdly tight knit relationship. treats her like a lapdog. think a maltese with dyed-pink fur and you have steph

- grace is blinkys coworker. she has half as many eyes as him. blinky has 999 eyes. grace has 499.5. one of her eyes is mostly blind, but not entirely. she doesnt know this number

- richie and ruth Are There. so is max. none of our three know this. webby knows. wiggly and pokey know. they're the only ones. not even they themselves know that theyre still there. they lie dormant for now

- hannah, daniel and sophia are attached at the hip. the only reason sophia hasnt shown up yet is because shes rich and homeschooled. they see eachother more than their families. sophia and daniel are hannahs only outlet for webby, now, and theyre both quite familiar with her

- daniel can hold his breath for 10 minutes on average. hannah is the only one who can time him. this can get complicated when holding your breath stops time

- webby is trying desperately to reach lex constantly. lex is doing her best to ignore her, but its getting harder. webby needs something from her.

- grace has watched richies funeral 376 times. she's counted. she can recite to you exactly what each person says and does

- paul is having some trouble with his hearing after richies death. he wasn't that close with his nephew, but the loss is still hitting him. he can only hope its shock. something tells him its not.

- emma is also having trouble with her hearing. she has not told paul, and she will not tell paul. she will not be losing her hearing like her sister. even if it doesnt feel like thats the cause of it, she won't.

- speaking of, i made jane hard of hearing. i dont know why exactly it fits her in my mind, but it does. her and her family are mostly fluent or entirely fluent in american sign language, as is emma. she wears hearing aids

- the three learn sign language. from who? stay tuned and put your guesses down below ‼️

- alice has had vision problems since she moved to clivesdale a few years back. her vision was always bad growing up, and now its... perfect. shes having trouble keeping up the lie to everyone.

- bill and alice really do love eachother i swear. but she doesnt like him much. theyre trying. deb is too. they really are.

- jenny doesn't like the color yellow. she never has. teddy used to. she's not sure if he still would. it makes her head hurt to look at.

- pete hates pants. pete only owns pants. his basketball shorts are actually a pair of stephs, that used to be maxs.

- max is scared of the dark. this was a closely held secret in life. steph finds herself turning a nightlight on for him without thinking about it.

- max didn't have a funeral. his body wasn't buried- instead kept as evidence then tossed out when nobody came to collect it. jason, kyle, stacy and brenda had a small service for him by the lake when they were told he'd been murdered. jason was the only non-cop to see maxs' body after he was dismembered and left at the waylon place

- grace spends more time at the waylon place than she does at home. she finds a strange comfort in it now that it's completely off the market.

- the many quick-succession deaths put the waylon place and its haunting back into the forefront of peoples minds. the town is collectively afraid of it again.

- max is scared of the dark. the black is a very dark place. richie and ruth have yet to encounter the problem of darkness. in fact, ruth has been having some trouble with seeing past the stagelights in front of her

- ruth and richie have their own personalized rooms. a stage/large theatre, and a cozy little room with a fridge and a large tv. max does not get as pleasant of an afterlife as this.

- jerry grew up vegan. he's not sure what his parents would say about his diet.

#hehe lore is sprinkled in a couldnt help it #more on Them later !!! soon!!!!! im fixating hehe #do i try to plan a multi chap fic ??????? #im getting real ideas for it #i curse the day #starkid #hatchetfield #npmd au #npmd #npmd spoilers #nerdy prudes must die #raspberry writes #uncolored names are undecided as of now #jason and kyle my boys i promise im comign to fix you but youre giving me NOTHING !! #emma and jane are both subject to change also