#like i look in the mirror and all i can see is my fat double chin

[swordsandholly]

Double Date - Double Down

NSFW | MDNI

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Fem!plus size!reader

Word count: 4.9k

Summary: When you get a call in the middle of the afternoon from your friend begging you to fill an empty spot on a double date your initial instinct is a hard no. After all, no one wants to go on a blind double date and be surprised by the fat friend. It doesn’t help that this Simon guy is stupid fucking hot and obviously doesn’t like you - if his lack of talking is anything to go by.

A/N: Just a fun little oneshot I used as a warmup between working on chapters of future multi chapter projects.

“I said *no*.” You snap, angrily folding the washcloth in your hands.

Your friend splutters from the other side of the phone, the desperation in her voice only growing now that she’s on her fourth ask. “*Pleeeaase*! Steph backed out last minute and no one else is free-“

“How do you know I’m free?”

“You just said you were!”

You huff. She’s got you there. When she first called, you admitted you didn’t have anything going on but that was *before* she told you the plan for the night. Before she mentioned that her very, very conventionally hot military boyfriend wanted to do a little double date with his friend and one of hers. Plus, you take a least a little offense to being second choice. Really, last choice, it seems.

“Cass, you can’t just set up a blind date and take your fat friend. That’s not-“

“You’re not fat, love. You’re beautiful.” Her words drip with turned honey. You make a gagging face to yourself in the mirror. “You just need more confidence!”

You sigh loudly, pinching the bridge of your nose. You could try, for the millionth time, to explain to her the nuanced ins and outs of dating as a fat woman. The rules and stats that could rival even the most complex rpg… or you could be petty. It takes less time to be petty. “If I go, you’re paying for my drinks.”

“Johnny’s friend will probably-“

“Yeah, and when he leaves you’re paying for my tab.”

“He won’t-“

“We got a deal?”

She clicks her tongue. “*Fiiiine*.”

At least you can get wasted for free either way. A small consolation. She texts you the time and location, barely leaving you with enough time to shower and turn yourself into something presentable. Not that you really care. It’s going to be shit either way, most likely. Staring yourself down in the mirror, you suppose you could at least try to look somewhat attractive. If you’re about to get rejected (or possibly shouted at, you’ll never forget *that* horrendous interaction) you might as well feel your best.

The pub is small as you push through the front door. Casual. A couple pool tables, some darts, a large bar and few booths with stools on the outer side. You scan the room, searching for Cass’s familiar face.

“Over here!” Cass waves with a wide arc at you, a grin plastered from ear to ear. At least she’s having fun.

You take a long breath, bracing yourself for whatever is about to happen. Cass introduces you to her boyfriend - who is somehow even hotter in person. You can see why she’s so smitten with him. Johnny looks you up and down as he shakes your hand. He doesn’t comment, or make a face, or really react in any particular way, but you can feel a shift. Something in his eyes…

Maybe it’s just your imagination. You’ve always been a little over sensitive.

“Si will be back in a sec. Stepped over tae get a drink.” He flashes a grin.

You hum, quietly folding your hand as Cass pushes a cocktail for you that she preemptively ordered. Criticize her as much as you like, she knows her mixes.

“There he is.” Johnny grins, turning slightly.

You follow his gaze, heart sinking as your eyes settle on the man approaching your table. He’s massive. Tall and wide. Total brick shithouse. His face is mostly covered by a black surgical mask. A few years ago you might have questioned it but at this point you couldn’t care less, especially when his dark eyes meet yours, small flecks of gold honey catching the low bar lights. Barely styled tufts of blonde hair stick up from his head. They look like they might curl if he let it grow a little longer.

All in all, wayyyy out of your league.

He settles into his seat with all the confidence of any military man - back ramrod straight. He extends a large hand. “Simon Riley.”

You murmur your name, somewhat enthralled by the half lidded, almost bored look in his eyes. Now that he’s closer you notice a large scar splitting his left eyebrow and light, newly forming crows feet in the corners of his eyes.

“S-so you’re military, too?” You stutter, eyes trained on his the massive hand holding his glass. It’s nicely vascular, his nails are well groomed but it also looks like he could snap you in half with it.

Not that that’s entirely a bad thing - whatever that may or may not say about you.

He nods. “I’m a Lieutenant.”

“Oh! Officer position. So you’re smart, then?” You try to be charming, to give him a sweet smile and keep your body language open.

“Enough.” He deadpans. It takes a few beats for you to realize he’s not going to say anything else.

“Uh…” You squirm awkwardly under his gaze. It’s intense - his dark eyes nearly black in the low light of the bar. “I do hair.”

Conversation is slow, to say the least. The longest answer he gives you is maybe five words. He only flips up the mask long enough to take a sip of his drink every so often. You start to talk less, opting toward a group conversation in which Johnny takes the lead, which he is obviously very good at. He regales you and Cass with a few stories of his and Simon’s adventures. Some funny, some brave, some worrying. He’s setting the man up to be a god, nearly, but Simon himself just shakes his head and insists Johnny is exaggerating.

You wonder what he sees in Simon. Alternatively, you wonder what *you’re* supposed to see in Simon. Besides his good looks, of course. He’s… bland. Obviously bored if his constant glances toward the exits and rhythmic, occasional tapping on the corner of the table are anything to go by.

“Want tae go dance, lovie?” You overhear Johnny as he leans in toward Cass.

She glances at you, then Simon, then back to you before nodding enthusiastically. “We’ll give you two some time *alone*.”

In any other situation, you’d probably beg her to stay in desperation for a conversation buffer. Here and now, though, you’re grateful. You can finally let this poor guy off the hook. You wait until they’re gone; fully out of earshot before turning to the man in front of you.

“I…uh… look…” You chew your lip, glancing between him and your folded hands on the table. “Sorry… I know I’m probably not what, uh, what you expected… I get it if you want to leave. It’s - you don’t have to stay, or whatever. Don’t have to be polite…”

He cocks an eyebrow, eyes boring through your skull. “Why would I want to leave?”

“I know what I look like. You don’t have to be nice.”

His raised brow turns into a slight frown. “I think you’re quite pretty.”

You scoff - blushing despite yourself. “Again, you don’t have to be nice.”

“Do I seem like the type to just be nice?”

You continue to gnaw at your lip. He’s got you there. Simon definietly doesn’t come off as the type to bow to polite society. “You’ve barely talked to me.”

He stares for a moment. It’s his turn to avert his eyes, swirling around the whiskey in his glass awkwardly. Almost bashfully. “It’s not you. I’m… not great in public… especially in crowds…”

Oh.

*Oh*.

You’ve completely misjudged him, haven’t you? Shit. He’s just a big awkward lug isn’t he?You sigh, rubbing your temple. “Oh God, *I’m* the asshole, aren’t I?”

He chuckles, “I wouldn’t go that far.”

“I’m sorry it’s just…” you scrub a hand over your face. “Most men don’t really want to be surprised with a fat girl on a blind date. Guess I assumed the worst.”

Simon hums. A low vibration that settles into your bones. He gets up, sliding into the booth side of the table beside you - his massive frame pushing into your space. He smells like spices. Cinnamon and pepper. A little hint of leather and tobacco underneath. It’s heady, and some primal part of your mind wishes you could roll around in it like a dog.

“Some men might like a waifish little thing, that’s their business, but personally…” He leans in, a large hand resting on your wide thigh. “Yeah. I like somethin’ I can get a proper handful of.”

“*Oh*.” You squeak, back stiff. Was that what you saw in Johnny’s face before? Approval?

“‘Ere’s a thought - we go back to mine. S’quiet. Can talk more freely. See where the night goes, hm?”

You smile hesitantly, finally looking up to meet his gaze. It’s honest. Kind. Dark pools of sincerity. It’s against your better judgement. Impractical. Out of character. Even so, you allow yourself to surrender with a warmth in your cheeks and a small nod.

“I’ll get an Uber.” He pulls out his phone, tapping away. “Five minutes out.”

“Want to wait outside?” You offer, nodding toward the front entrance. Simon just nods, following you out close behind. Neither of you say much of anything while you wait, but you watch him out of the corner of your eye. He taps on his leg a few times in much the same way as he did on the table.

He dutifully opens the car door for you, letting you slide in before climbing in beside you, long legs slightly cramped in the small sedan.

“You don’t live on base?” You ask as the Uber drives away from the infamous military housing. You’d been there once or twice - a while ago when you were younger and messier.

“S’too loud.” He shrugs. “Too crowded.”

“Well, at least you’re consistent.” You smile.

Simon hums, resting his hand on your thigh once again. It’s casual, not too high up or too much pressure. Not presumptuous.

“How’d Johnny get you out there in the first place? If you’re so *averse*.” You tilt your head.

He shrugs, “Was supposed to be another Sergeant we work with but I guess he cancelled. No one else was free.”

“Ah, so we’re both last choices, then.”

“Yeah?”

“Made Cass promise me free drinks if I came.”

“Smart girl.” He chuckles, holding out a hand to help you up out of the car upon your arrival. His hand is warm when you take it, and a small part of you feels disappointed when he lets go.

The building is small. Old. All red brick with a thirty year old intercom and an elevator that you’re pretty sure hasn’t been inspected since the place was built. About halfway down the hall, you start to second guess yourself. You don’t know a thing about this guy - you don’t know what’s going to happen as soon as you get on the other side of his door. His weird, bright red door. Wait - why is this whole floor covered in red doors?

“Alright?” He grunts, back turned to you as he wrestles with the lock.

“Uh - why is your floor color themed?”

Simon laughs, wide shoulders shaking with the movement. It’s a low sound, something that vibrates in his chest. Makes you want to press your ear to it, see how it feels. If it will reverberate into your bones as well. “The old lady that owns the building is a bit… unique. Likes to talk about colors and karma and destiny stuff.”

“Ah.” You nod, as if that makes any sense at all. “So you’re red?”

“Apparently.”

His apartment is actually quite homey, as you step into it. From a stiff military man like him you expected something akin to an ikea floor model. Instead it’s furnished with a well worn, green couch. A large TV with an extremely up-to date surround sound system and an entertainment center filled to the brim with CDs sits against the wall. A few movie posters fill the walls. All horror classics - you count three of the scream movies. The first two final destination. There are condensation rings on the coffee table.

Behind you, you hear the door lock and unlock three times, but you don’t pay it much mind.

“Want a drink?” Simon asks, already popping open a decanter full of something gold on a small drink cart beside the kitchen island.

“Sure.” The agreement is automatic - blurted out before you can second guess taking a drink from a total stranger.

You watch a little too closely as he takes off his light jacket, exposing his strong arms and a half sleeve tattoo. It’s a bit tacky, all skulls and military symbols. The black ink has been sun worn over time. The motif of a young getting his first tattoo after enlisting. He settles down on the couch with the decanter and two glasses, patting the spot beside him. You plop down. It’s pretty comfortable, honestly.

His fingers loop into the mask’s straps. You find yourself watching with wide eyes and bated breath as he removes it. His nose is crooked - broken more than a couple times, you think. There’s a scar running from his nose to upper lip that could only come from a cleft palette. It’s charming, in a way. When he turns toward you, you notice a patch on the side of his face that looks like a rather large burn all the way down to his sharp jaw. The roughness of him works, somehow. The scars and tattoos and choppy hair all coming together to create the visage of a life hard lived.

“You’re really pretty…” the words slip from your tongue before you can stop them.

Simon splutters out a laugh, the slightest hint of color appearing across his cheeks. “Didn’t take you for a flatterer.”

“I’m not.” You huff before nodding toward the posters. “Horror fan?”

He hums, passing you a glass. “Are you a fan? Of horror, I mean.”

“Found footage!” You grin a little too excited. “It’s the best genre.”

“Terrible taste.” He scoffs.

“Wrong! Found footage can be anything you want it to be - slasher, thriller, mystery, mocumentary. Anything.”

“Which makes them messy.” He argues. “Anyone can make one.”

“Yeah! Theres so many hidden gems out there.”

“Whatever you say.”

“Oh, I’ll put you on them. We just need to get you a good one.”

“Askin’ me on a second date already, love?”

“Oh, fuck off.” You shove at his shoulder. He was right, it is so much easier to talk freely out of the bar. Away from everyone and everything. His posture is far more relaxed, laid back into the couch with his hips canted forward rather than stiff as a board.

“We could watch one now?” He offers. If you were more sober, you might have heard the twinge of pleading in his voice. As it stands you’ve already drained the glass he gave you and are perfectly buzzed enough to be ignorant to the subtler parts of communication.

How convenient.

“Okay.” You whisper.

After a bit of debating back and forth you settle on Hell House. After all, it’s been your tried and true method for getting anyone and everyone into the genre. You don’t notice it, at first, but you slowly begin to scoot closer to him as you fold your knees up on the couch. Eventually, tucking yourself under his arm sling across the back cushions. Between him and the drinks - which you’re pretty sure is a rather fancy bourbon - you feel what could only be described as snuggly. Limbs loose and pliant, smile easy and words flowing as you cheer and jeer at the characters together.

At some point, Simon’s dark eyes meet between yours. You lean in, so does he. Inch by inch until your lips meet. It’s tentative, at first. Testing the waters. His lips are soft and move expertly against yours. You part for him has his tongue darts across your lower lip.

It’s easier than it usually is for you. Easy to let him pull you over his lap. To rest your hands on his broad shoulders as you take each other in. Normally, you’re not a person for one night stands. A commitment kind of gal. You can’t exactly say no, though, when you have a beautiful man’s hands traveling over your body like it’s the only thing in the world worth paying attention to right now.

He breaks the kiss just long enough to grunt, “Bedroom?”

“*Yes*.” You gasp between kisses.

Suddenly those large hands grasp under your ass as you’re hauled up. You grapple to hold onto the back of his neck, keeping your weight forward.

“Simon!”

“Yes, love?” He asks as if he didn’t just life you like a sack of potatoes.

“A-aren't I heavy?” You question as he makes his way through the apartment, peppering kisses over your neck and jaw.

“No.” He replies bluntly. Like what you asked was stupid.

You’re placed on a bed with all the gentleness of a rare china plate- one hand cradling your upper back and the other tucked under your thighs. There isn’t any time to take in the room before Simon is kissing you again but you do count approximately five pillows and zero navy sheets.

That shouldn’t be as hot as it is.

Simon leans in close, nose ever so slightly bumping yours. “Before we keep going, I want to establish a rule. Red light means stop. At any time, for any reason.”

You can’t help but smile. “Okay.”

“Say it back, doll.”

“Red light means stop.” You reach up and cup his face. So handsome. So warm.

“Good girl.” He murmurs. “Let’s get these off, hm?” Simon pulls your clothes off deftly - dragging those rough palms over your skin as he moves and kneading at the plushness of your hips appreciatively.

You reach up to tug at his shirt. “S’not fair if I’m the only one naked.”

Simon chuckles and hastily sits back to yank the shirt over his head, giving a lovely show in the process. You think this what people mean when they talk about an Adonis. There’s a comfortable soft layer of his strong abdomen. Something you want to sink your teeth into. Your fingers trace each dip and curve of his muscles, the lovely shape of his pectorals, the raised scars littering his body. Floral shapes from bullets along with slashes and smaller jabs. A particularly nasty one runs down his side, coving his ribs. A burn, you think.

“You’re beautiful.” You murmur. Definitely out of your fucking league. You move to sit up, reaching for his waistband.

His hand pushes your shoulder back on the bed. “Let me take care of you tonight, bird.”

Your face warms. Simon kisses your cheek, continuing down to your chest and taking one of your nipples in his mouth. Gently sucking and nipping at it while flicking the other with his hand. A shameful whimper escapes your throat.

Simon leans up to murmur in your ear, “What do you want, sweet girl?”

“Want you to fuck me…” You murmur, embarrassment making you want to close your legs. His solid hips block you.

“Oh, I will, but first I want those beautiful thighs wrapped around my head.” Simon continues to place kisses down your body, over your stomach, stopping right at your panty line and tracing along it with rough fingers. His arms circle your thighs and in one swift motion your hips teeter on the edge of the bed, Simon kneeling between them. His fingers hook in the waistband of your underwear.

“W-wait…” You sit up on your elbows.

He freezes, looking up at you.

“I, uh, I haven’t exactly *landscaped* in a while… wasn’t really planning-“

Simon huffs out a laugh. “I’m a grown man, love. You think a little bush is gonna scare me off?”

All thoughts related to anything within the proximity of embarrassment come to an instant halt as Simon’s lips wrap around your clit- sucking and nipping and lapping like a man starved. Like he’d die without it. A low groan rumbles through his throat.

“F-fuck!” You gasp, whimpers and moans interrupting any chance you may have at putting words together.

“Taste so fucking good, princess.” He mumbles against you. A shaky moan rattles through you as he pushes a thick finger in, working it gently. His other than grips your hip tightly, pinning you in place. The pet-name sends a shiver down your spine - leaving you rolling your hips and clenching on the finger inside you.

“Fuck, Si…” You gasp, tangling your fingers in his hair.

“I can tell your close, baby.” Simon groans. “Cum for me. Come on, be a good girl and cum all over my fucking tongue.”

The bastard knows the power he has in that voice. He *has* to. That baritone gravel sinks in your veins and all you can do is whimper. Panting pathetically the closer you get. His fingers curl up and your back arches harshly as your climax washes over you. Your legs tremble as he works you through it; stopping just shy of pushing you too far.

“Hey!” You gasp indignantly as a jolt shoots up your spine as he settles a final, harsh suck on your clit.

Simon taps your hip, climbing back over you as you scoot up on the bed. He carelessly kicks off his pants as he goes, toeing them off before settling between your legs. Those dark eyes rake over you leisurely - taking in every inch. Every curve and dip and flaw categorically. He sucks in a breath and sighs. “Bloody ‘ell, look at you… so fuckin’ pretty.”

Your face heats and you look away. “Who’s the flatterer now?”

“Not me. Just bein’ honest.” He places a quick kiss to your soft jawline before reaching over to dig through his nightstand drawer. You don’t miss the gold foil of the condom wrapper.

You can’t stop yourself from licking your lips as he pulls off his boxer briefs. Simon is uncut, already ruddy and leaking and just begging for your mouth. Maybe next time, though. He’s already slipped on the condom, carefully hooking one of your legs over his shoulder and the other around his hip. The man has a laser-focus to him, you’ll give him that.

“Still want t’ keep goin’?” He mumbles, eyes locked on his cock as is drags between your folds.

“*Please*.” You whine pathetically. Simon’s chuckle turns into a gasp as he presses in. It’s achingly slow and you roll your hips in demand for more.

Simon lets out a low groan as his hips meet yours. The stretch is perfect - just enough to feel completely full without pushing you too far. As though your bodies were made to slot together just so. Your head falls back, chest heaving as you beg him to move, to fuck you, just *please* for the love of god-

“Needy little thing.” He gives you a sloppy smile before setting a brutal pace. You find yourself clawing at his back, clinging to him as your back arches and the most obscene sounds are systematically torn from your throat. The angle he has your hips placed causes his cock to bully that sensitive spot inside you - dragging over it with every thrust.

Simon leans toward, bracing himself on his forearms and pinning you under him as he fucks into you. “So fuckin’ good f’me. Knew you would be. So soft and sweet and goddamn *pretty*.”

“*Fuck, Simon*.” You gasp, nose bumping against his as your lips intertwine. Breaths and moans intermingle as you both chase that edge. There’s nothing else, in this moment, just you and Simon and the sounds only he has ever managed to pull from you.

Your orgasm hits you like a train. Out of nowhere and all at once, tensing every muscle into a trembling mess as you clamp down around his cock. Simon sinks his teeth into your neck as his own climax takes him, cradling you close and moaning out your name so muddled you almost miss it.

For a few moments, you stay frozen in place trying to catch your breath as you come down. Your limbs feel like jelly when you finally try to move, body limp and pliable. It almost feels like a loss as he pushes off of you, leaving you open and vulnerable to the cool night air while he ties off the condom.

“Be right back.” He murmurs, slowly climbing off you and heading for an attached bathroom off to the left.

You let your eyes slipped closed only to jump and shoot back open as a dap rag drags between your thighs. A little yelp escapes you as the rough material drags across your oversensitive clit. Simon chuckles at you, tossing the rag back somewhere in the bathroom before crawling into the bed beside you. It’s so easy to curl into his chest and let those strong arms encircle you.

“Have fun, love?” Simon murmurs into your hair.

You just hum happily, smiling against his hard chest.

“Good.”

It’s just as easy as the rest of it to fall asleep like that. To seek out the warmth of his body in your satiated haze and press into him, allowing the night and rhythmic beating of his heart to overtake you. You feel four small taps between your shoulder blades just before tipping over the edge into comfortable nothing.

You wake slowly to an empty bed. The light from the window above you streams in - bathing the room in a light golden tone. It’s cozy. The blankets seem to pull you in, keeping you snugly in place. Distantly, you hear the sound of pots and pans clinking.

Shockingly, you’re not hungover. Well, not much at least. There’s a slight twinge in your head and a not unpleasant soreness in your hips. You dig around, finding your clothes strewn across the room haphazardly. Your underwear are nowhere to be found and you eventually give up with a shrug. They weren’t one of your best pairs anyway.

When you come out of the bedroom, you pause. Simon stands in the kitchen, working on something over the stove wearing only a pair of sweatpants. They hang loosely around his hips, showing off the rises and dips of his strong muscles and well defined waist. This scene somehow feels too intimate despite your activities the night before.

“Perfect timing.” Simon turns, placing a plate down on the kitchen island. The omelette before you looks immaculate, all the way down to a light garnish on top.

Your eyes turn to saucers. “You…you made me breakfast?”

“Course.” He nods sharply as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. As if *not* doing so would be some sort of affront. Either you’re still asleep and this is all a dream or you stumbled upon the perfect man through pure happenstance.

He turns the stove off and on and off twice before standing at the counter across from you while you sit on one of the stools at the island. It’s a comfortable silence as you both eat. Simon keeps glancing up at you as if waiting for your disapproval. Boyish, somehow, despite the size and breadth of him.

It’s perfect. The eggs practically melt in your mouth and the goat cheese and vegetables taste fresh. You can’t help but him happily as you eat.

By the time you’re done, you think you might be a little in love.

Maybe you should text Cass and thank her or something. Maybe a gift basket. “Oh. My phone’s dead.”

“Didn’t charge it before y’left last night?” Simon cocks an eyebrow, chewing on his last bite.

You snort. “It was last minute, remember?”

“What if I’d been some sort of psycho? What was your plan?” He grins as he takes your empty plate. If you were a more impulsive woman you may have gone so far as to lick the damn thing.

“Are you a psycho?”

“Not generally, no.”

“Well then, nothing to worry about.” You grin, watching a little too happily as he rinses down the dishes and loads the dishwasher.

Simon just scoffs at you.

You glance at the time above the stove, disappointment settling deep in your chest. “Shit. I should get going.”

“I’ll get you a cab.” Simon offers automatically, reaching for his phone.

You shift side to side, twiddling your thumbs. “Y’know… we never finished the movie…”

Simon cocks and eyebrow. From the pleased smirk on his face you can tell he knows what you’re implying. He still patiently waits for you to say it out loud.

“Would, uh, would you want to exchange numbers? Maybe… meet up… again…?” Your voice is more timid than you’d like. This fear of rejection is new. Being rejected is nothing new for you, so why does it suddenly feel so high stakes with this one guy you barely know?

You don’t miss the way his eyes light up ever so slightly at the question. “I’d love to.”

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[cocklessboy]

I see a lot of people saying that gender-affirming health care like top surgery for trans people like myself should be freely available (which is correct), but one of the reasons they often give is that top surgery is very safe and has a very low rate of complications compared to other surgeries. And I often see transphobes clutching their pearls over the few people who do have complications. What about them?! What if you're one of the unlucky ones?! Should we really let those transes risk it??!!!

Setting aside the fact that no one raises such concerns over other types of surgery, I'd like to use myself as an example for anyone who needs one.

In May of 2022 I had top surgery (double mastectomy). The surgery was done by a gynecological surgeon, not a plastic surgeon, because that way my insurance would cover it.

The surgeon did his job and removed the breast tissue, but he did not make it look pretty. I have dog-ears at both ends of both scars (extra bits of skin that hang off in a very unappealing fashion), my chest still looks unnaturally flat with no muscle or fat despite a lot of working out, and one of the stitches didn't heal properly and was left as an open wound through "secondary healing" for several months before it finally healed over into a very large scab (and eventually a very large scar). My nipples are uneven and irregular and look... well, just awful, really. Due to bad genetic luck, I wound up with keloid scars which, instead of getting smaller and lighter over time, have instead expanded, becoming thicker and darker. Worst of all, I now have chronic nerve pain in my chest. My GP thinks the surgeon must have hit a nerve during the procedure, and now I have random sharp pains all over my chest even now, nearly ten months later. The pain might improve with time, or it might not.

I basically had almost every possible complication one can have from this surgery short of infection or death. Some of the aesthetics might be fixable with more surgery (though plastic surgery will be expensive). Some are probably permanent. I might never feel comfortable taking my shirt off in public again. I might have to tattoo over the scars.

And pay attention to this next bit, because it's the most important part of this whole post: I do not regret the surgery. Even with all the complications and the ugly state of my chest and the pain. If someone said they could push a button and make it so that the surgery never happened and I'd have a perfect, unmarred chest with C-cup breasts again, I would tell them to take their button and fuck right off. Because even with basically the worst of all possible outcomes, that surgery was the best thing that ever happened to me.

I don't feel good about taking my shirt off in front of people now. I do think my chest is ugly. But it's a male chest now. When I put on a t-shirt, it rests flat against my chest. No one will ever mistake me for a woman again. I'll never have to wear a bra or binder ever again.

The dysphoria I felt from having breasts was so severe that a hideously scarred chest and chronic pain are vastly preferable. The euphoria I feel when I look in the mirror with a shirt on is something I never knew I was capable of feeling.

And it's my fucking body, and it's up to me what I do with it. If I wanted to tattoo myself from head to toe, or file my teeth into fangs, or have a doctor break my legs and surgically implant extensions to make me taller, that's my right because it's my body. The fact that all those things are regarded as basically acceptable (if a little weird), but I had to have a dehumanizing interview with an old cis psychiatrist who hates trans people and wants us all sterilized just to get a piece of paper giving me permission to have my tits removed, is fucking absurd.

Top surgery (of any kind) is generally very safe, and complications are rare. But even with the worst outcome, a trans person will basically never regret it.

And frankly, if a cis woman wants her tits cut off, or a cis man wants a pair of boobs to play with on his own chest, more power to them because literally who gives a fuck what people do to their own bodies? I saw a dude on TV when I was a kid who'd tattooed his whole body to look like a cat, filed his teeth into fangs, and had loads of plastic surgery to surgically implant whiskers and make his face look more feline. It was weird! But literally no one said that should be banned because he might regret it. It's his body to do whatever weird shit he wants with.

The next time someone clutches their pearls and kicks and screams about how you can't let someone permanently alter their body in a way they might regret, feel free to point to me and my complete and utter lack of regret.

(Or have a little fun with it, go hard in the other direction, and say you absolutely agree, which is why we should ban ALL non-emergency surgeries until the patient has been FULLY evaluated by three psychiatrists - along with tattoos and piercings. Oh, and ballet lessons for anyone under the age of 25, since ballet changes the structure of a child's body FOREVER.)

#transgender #transmasc #trans man #lgbtqia+ #queer #top surgery #gender dysphoria

[sinning-23]

Twice the Fun (Zoro x Reader x Sanji)

Because i need them both in a way that is concern to feminism and they could literally do whatever they wanted to me (respectfully) ahem. This ones for my sick, freak, nasty, touch-starved bitches It's really just prn with A LITTLE plot yall and a little more attention to detail.

18+ DUH?!

Warnings: Tagteam, creampie, gagging, choking, biting, scratching, p in v, unprotected, degradation, teasing, praising, spanking, double penetration (holy shit this is a lot even for me lol)

Hope yall enjoy (smut is a bit of a specialty of mine)

PART 2 HERE

Ps. PLEASE EXCUSE ANY SPELLING ERRORS!

What were you truly meant to do? Turn down the pair to try and make yourself look like less of a slut than you really were? Well, slut was kind of harsh. We'll say, more sexually inclined.

Yeah, that sounds classier.

Anyway, when Sanji and Zoro approached you in a more physical than verbal way, you couldn't decide whether or not you should say no to try and keep up an image they already saw past, or simply let them Eiffel Tower you. How the hell did you end up in this predicament in the first place???

___3 days ago___

You sigh, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you nudge the man beside you. You didn't quite care if he woke up or not, you'd just go to your other 'friends' room to fulfill your insatiable need for dick...and love and affection...but of course, Sanji didn't know that...and neither did Zoro and hell you'd like to keep it that way.

Perfectly balanced...sorta. Part of you feels bad though, you do love him...and Zoro too but damn it you just had to have them both. And with the way that two bicker and act like they can't stand each other, there was a fat chance you'd get your wish.

You nudge Sanji again, pressing soft kisses to his temple, and brushing his hair out of his face. He stirs, eyes slightly opening to reveal a set of lovely blues.

"Good morning. Pussy put you to sleep?" You tease, seeing him smile in recollection of the events of the night prior.

"Its not nice to tease." He groans, sitting up on his elbows and forearms to kiss your lips.

Its sweet, your heart stuttering with guilt. You know he loves you but this whole thing was supposed to be no strings attached. You pull away, noticing a brief hurt behind those eyes you just stared so lustfully into hours ago.

"Hurry up, youve got breakfast to make and I'm pretty sure someones getting a bit suspicious. You chuckle, pointing to the alarm clock.

He swears, shuffling a bit faster to find his briefs, dress pants, and shirt in a hurry. He doesnt forget to kis your temple before he leaves though.

"Come to my room again tonight, yeah?" He asks, and you nod. How could you not?

When you're sure he's long gone, you hide your face in your palms, groaning deeply before gazing into the mirror. Shit...he marked you up worse than before. You roll your eyes, that funny butterfly feeling filling up your stomach again. Damn him for making you love him. This wasn't the first time you'd have to cover up hickeys and it wouldn't be the last.

Your shoes echo down the hall a bit as you pass zoro's room now, curiosity getting the best of you. You crack the door open and there he is, pulling on that same old tan shirt over that damn gorgeous body.

"Good morning." You hum, slipping in and closing the door behind you.

He doesn't respond back, only nods in your direction. Zoro was more...blunt with these things. He thought he'd almost gotten perfect at hiding how he was feeling from you, but you had already clawed your way up and over the walls he put up. Essentially you could see right through him.

Before he can protest about you not knocking, you've got your arms around him in a hug, one he definitely needed seeing as he missed your touch far more than he would admit out loud. In his head, you were his girl. All his. He knew it wasn't true, this...whatever this was, being nothing more than a beneficial friendship. You weren't really his and it tore him up inside. He knows he loves you, but damn it if he admits it.

"Missed me? I see that look in your eyes Roro." You tease, knowing the nick name bothers him in th best way.

"I wish you would quit calling me that." He responds, letting his arms wrap around you to return the embrace, his chin resting atop your head. He needed you bad.

"Coming here tonight? Or do I have to drag you from your quarters to mine?" He smirks, making you laugh and bury your face in his chest. Gods he loved your laugh.

"How could I not?" You respond, swallowing a bit hard, knowing you were wrong for that.

Double booking a dick appointment was a big NO-NO. This leaves too much opportunity for one to find out about the other. But in hindsight, would that really be so bad? You wanted and loved them both, and being sneaky was starting to weigh on your conscience despite not being in an actual relationship with either of them.

"You alright?" He asks, cupping your face with his free hand. You drank up moments like these, it was truly a privilege to see the softer side of Zoro.

You nod, kissing him quick before making your leave.

The rest of the crew is already up and working on odds and ins of the ship. You managed your end of the chores, first mopping, then tying knots, and lastly laundry. You chatted with Nami, hoping a village is coming up soon but no luck.

Damn, the day had really gotten away from you. The sun was already setting and your heart sank to the pit of your goddamn stomach. It's sunset...which means night is right around the corner...

Oh fuck.

You scramble off the front deck and head straight to your quarters, skillfully dodging both Sanji and Zoro, who you had managed to have run into each other instead of you. Bad idea, because if you knew anything about Sanji, it's that he had a funny way of letting things slip rather sneakily. And if you knew anything about Zoro, its that he would easily catch a slick comment, and match it.

You lock your door, pacing back and forth in hopes of coming up with a plan. The truth? Yeah maybe tell the truth! You swallow your pride, taking a deep breath, only to head a kock at your door. Oh god. Your hands tremble, that sickly nervous feeling seeping into your pores. Its hot in here.

"Hey honey, um, how about we reschedule to tomorrow?" Sanji hums, something...off in his tone.

You pull the door open, that same facade over your face. You swallow, nodding at him in response.

"I see. I mean yeah we can. Something come up?" You ask, eyes shifting all over. You can bring yourself to keep direct contact with him and damn he can tell. You could've sworn that you saw someone turn the corner...was that Zoro. Nevermind that. Apparently, Sanji had said something to you but you hadn't heard it you were panicking so damn much.

"Uhh sure. You okay?" He questions, more smug than anything. He knows...

__2 days ago___

It was far too quiet for your liking. Sanji seemed to avoid you...and so did Zoro. Well, not really avoid you. In all honestly you were paranoid and reading into everything. You had FABULOUS intuition so when the energy was out of wack it went straight to your head.

They know. They have to. There's no way they don't. The two of them had gotten a lot bolder you noticed. It was all so clear to you. They were...competing almost. Zoro would leave his hand on your hip, and Sanji would roll his eyes. Sanji would pull your hair up into a ponytail to keep it out of your face when you were cleaning? Zoro would scoff and move on.

Okay, so they definitely knew. Now they were playing the "She likes me more game." That was the least of your concerns. If anything you were drinking up the attention. What you really wanted to know, was how they had found out about each other...the ship is small so that doesn't help the situation.

Today, you managed to find yourself in the kitchen while both your blonde and green-headed sneaky links were ALSO in the vicinity. You swallow hard, bidding them a good day whilst making your way to the fridge, which Sanji usually keeps locked up otherwise Luffy would get in it.

"Sanji, um, the key please." You ask, clearing your throat as the two seemed to watch your every move.

He smiles, stepping beside you, his hand trailing from your waist to the curve of your ass. He's grinning the whole time, his eyes cutting to Zoro before squatting down, using your leg as a means to steady himself to retrieve the well-hidden, key. His fingers dance over your thighs and inwards, just barely brushing over the crotch of your shorts. You yelp, tensing when Zoro gives a slight 'tch'

Sanji stands, plopping the piece of metal in your hand before returning to the stove from whence he came.

"Thanks." You rasp, fianlly feeling a pinh at ease before oepenign the fridge.

Too bad the peace only lasted for two seconds, becuse right when you had cracked it open, Zoro was already behind you, reaching for his desnated bottle of alcohol, his hand right at your waist, just where Sanji's had been.

Instead of squatting however, down to more or less 'politely' show ownership of you, Zoro opts to wind his hand back as far as possible.

SMACK

You yelp louder, steadying yourself agaisn the fridge as you moan at the sting. There was no doubt there was a bit of a mark again toyu melenated skin now. Zoro only grins, all too smug at Sanji's enraged expression.

"Thats it. You just have no sense of respect do you." Sanji argues, Zoro standing a bit taller now.

If you hadn't been squeezed between the two now, they'd surely be chest to chest. Your body is beginning to betray you, heat flooding your face and between your thighs. This wasn't about them. This was about you and who you liked more...They each wanted your attention. Rightfully so, I mean not only were you a sweetheart with a smart mouth but that mouth could do a lot more than just talk shit. And either one of them would be happy to accept death between your thighs.

"If you knew anythign at all, youd kne she likes a little desrespect." Zoro shoots back, your eyes widening.

"If you knew anything you'd know she likes being treated like a princess." Sanji scoffs.

"Lets not talk about me like im not here-"

You're cut off when they shoot that same look your way. A look you'd seen one to many times, bent over, facing a conveniently placed mirror...or wit your back against the matress, one of them over you while your legs cramp up from being so close to your chest.

Damn fr two guys who seemingly didn't 'get alog' they sure had a lot in common.

In the heat fo the argument, you slide pst the pair and out of the kitchen. Unfortunetly for you, a head of orage just happened to be outside and heard part of the last three statements.

"I dont even want to knw what or how you're gonna get out of this. Youll figure it out." Nami half encourages as you groan.

Is that what good pussy did to a mf? Start wars?! It blew your mind but you had less than a few seconds process to the situation. Before you could even realize what was happening, Zoro exited the kitchen and scope you up. And right behim him was a very serious, looking Sanji....

oh you’re so screwed.

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Authors note: HI YALLL ok so this one’s been sitting in the drafts for literally I wanna say a half a year now lmao uhhhhh let me know if you’d like to be tagged for pt.2 that’s where all the HOT SHIT HAPPENS! Anyway love you all! Drink water lol

#x reader #one piece #one piece live action #reader is black #i don't care he's hot #headcannons #one piece x reader #opla #smut #hes so hot #zoro one piece live action #roronoa zoro x reader #opla zoro #opla zoro x reader #sanji opla #black leg sanji #opla sanji x reader #sanji x reader #zoro x reader

[httpsdana]

Gavi one where she’s feeling really insecure and comparing herself to others because she’s not the tiniest girl and he just showers her with love

Insecure~Pablo Gavi

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

A reminder that everyone reading this is absolutely beautiful and i love you all so much 💋💞

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players/drivers i write for

y/n wasn't the tiniest girl ever. She had some fats in her belly, and for her, her thighs where way too big. For her, her face was too round and her cheeks were too chubby. For her she was too much.

Feeling insecure since you were a child only makes it more traumatic when you grow up. You carry that guilt with you until it becomes unbearable. And when you finally start feeling good about yourself, or when you finally accept yourself as you are, something ruins it and takes you back to zero, where you're standing in front of the mirror, and pointing out every imperfection you can see in your appearance, and body.

That was the case with y/n. Growing up as a child she was always bullied for her body. She never felt good about herself. Reaching high school you would say the bullying stopped, but it didn't. It only became worse. That's why when she met Gavi after her graduation, she thought he was just there to make fun of her or something.

She pushed him away thinking that its better than getting attached. But his desire to make this broken girl his won, and there they are happiest as ever.

Well that was until Pablo decided go post a picture of them. They had always been the pribate couple. They only posted pictures where their faces don't appear, just pictures of their hands interwined, or one where their backs are to the camera with his arms around her.

But this picture was on another level. It was a picture of them at one of their friend's wedding. She had a slightly tight dress on, and her stomach was bloated and on display, her hair was out of place and her lipstick was ruined. Her shoulders looked too broad and her smile was awkward. Everything seemed wrong.

Although she knew it was a bad thing to do, she opened the comment to see what people thought about it, and it seemed like everyone had the same opinion as her.

nah look at that double chin 💀🤣

gurl should've gotten a bigger size 😬

is gavi actually dating her-

ain't no way literal models exist and he's with her 💀

i wonder if he's forced to date her or smth

Tear streamed down her face like a river. She didn't think these comments would affect her that much...but they did. She knew people will not like her, but she didn't think she would get more criticism than she did back in high school.

She locked her phone and covered her face with her hands, trying to calm herself down by taking a few breathes.

Maybe if i had blonde hair Pablo would like me more? or colored eyes? he probably thinks I'm too basic for him. or too fat. why is he even still with me? so he can leave me when he's bored? or when he finds a model that's suitable for him?

These thoughts ran through her head, only drowning her even more. She thought that maybe scrolling through tiktok would keep her mind off what she just saw.

Oh how wrong she was. The only videos she saw showed pictures of Pablo with pretty girls, or from his last meet and greet, girls all over him, some giving him their instagram and others their number.

What made it worse was seeing Pablo keep the papers with him. And the caption are all the same thing about Pablo deserving a prettier girl.

She threw her phone across the room and burst into tears. She didn't think it would hurt this much, but it did.

"you scared the hell out of me! why didn't you open the door when i knocked?!" Pablo barged in the room, making her flinch and the sound of the door

Only when he saw her puffy eyes and wet cheeks, his face softened but showed worry instead

"are you okay mi amor? why are you crying what happened?" he asked in a soft voice

He tried wrapping his arms around her but she only pushed him away and tried to stop her sobbing

"y/n.. what's wrong?" he asked, hurt evident in his voice and his eyes

"why are you with me Pablo? are you still here to make fun of me? why are you not with a model or something like literally every other football player? why are here with me? a normal basic fat girl with chubby cheeks and huge thighs and an ugly smile and a-" her sentence was interrupted by Pablo pressing his lips on hers

"y/n baby why are you saying that? you know i adore you. I'm literally so in love you that I can't even look at any other girl. I would die for you my love. Why would i want a model when i have you? a pretty, smart, super adorable, and an amazing chef as my girl. why would i want a girl who only cares about what she wears or how she looks or what she owns. I only want you sweetheart. I only love you and only what to have you in my arms every night. I don't know why you think i would leave you. you're the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I don't know what made you feel this way, but please don't ever think that low of yourself. I'm so proud of you and i love you so so much" he said in a soft tone, his hands holding her face and wiping her tears with his thumbs. He kissed her tears away and brushed her hair away from her eyes.

She managed to give a small smile. Her stomach erupting with butterflies at the sweet words said by her boyfriend. She felt the genuine love they shared and the sincerity in his voice.

"I don't deserve you. you're amazing. i love you so much" she whispered, wrapping her arms round his torso and laying her head on his chest

"please don't say that. I'm the one who's lucky to have you in my life"

#football #football blurb #football imagine #football one shot #football x reader #footballer imagine #barcelona #fc barça #fc barcelona #fc barca #barca fc #barça #barca #pablo gavi x you #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo x reader #pablo gavi blurb #pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi one shot #pablo gavi x fem!reader #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi fanfic #pablo gavi fluff #pablo x you #gavi x you #gavi x reader #gavi #pablo gavi #pablo martín páez gavira

[cod-sins]

Hi! :)

Can I request könig w/ a insecure chubby s/o headcanons? (If you're okay with writing that) I read your könig headcanons and this came in my mind

Have a good day!! :33

.ೃ࿐ Format: Hcs.

.ೃ࿐ Reader: Undisclosed. Fat/chubby/plus-sized.

.ೃ࿐ Ratings: SFW. NSFW UNDER CUT.

.ೃ࿐ Word Count: 725.

[A/N: Why not kill two birds with one stone? It's not just big girls he likes, it's big boys too! König likes 'em all. Also if this seems a little repetitive sorry my brain is fried and so is my laptop. P.S. My gay ass really likes cheek cupping so yall gon see a lot of that.]

König understands what it feels like to be insecure about your own body. He was the tallest boy in his class and always felt singled out by his fellow classmates. There were times were he absolutely dreaded going to school knowing he would be ridiculed and teased about how tall he was. To him it was one of the worse things he experienced so he would never want anyone to deal with that ESPECIALLY his partner.

You would stare at yourself in the mirror, constantly comparing yourself to other people you saw. You always felt as if you weren't good enough when it came to everyone else. You tried to ignore it but the feeling always kept crawling back. It would get to the point where you feel like you weren't even good enough for your own boyfriend. You began hiding your shape, wearing clothes that were double your size, and switched out your things for stuff you'd normally wear in the Winter/Fall.

König would start to pick up on this. Noticing that you started skipping meals or wearing clothes that weren't usually your type. He would gently pull you aside to find out what's wrong. Probably waiting until you were both lying in bed to ask, so you couldn't dodge his questions.

"Liebe," he said softly while repeatedly rubbing circles into your back. "is, everything alright with you?" He continued with pauses in his sentence. You mumbled out that you were fine but this answer didn't satisfy König. He pulls you up, rearranging y'alls position so that you were making direct eye contact with him. Even on his lap he still managed to hover over you.

He asks you once again with a more focused look in his eye. “Schatz, what's the matter with you? You have been acting so…different lately. You aren't yourself these past few days.” He says frowning.

Unable to hide it any longer you begin to cry into his arms, confessing that you don't feel worthy about being his partner. You tell him how you don't feel attractive and that you aren't comfortable with your body anymore. König pulls you into a hug, kissing your head while muttering “Oh Liebeling, can't you see how beautiful/handsome you are? You shouldn't hide or change any part of yourself. You are so perfect the way you are, that's why I fell in love with you in the first place.” He says solemnly while cupping your face.

To counter the way you're feeling König would start spoiling you with brand-new clothes, taking photos of you, and giving lots of attention to parts of your body. Don't like your stretch marks? He's tracing them up and down with his fingers smiling. Dislike your stomach/fat rolls, well he doesn't! It's natural and a sign that you're body is alive and you're well taken care of. Think your fat fingers are unappealing? He's already placing them on his face and gently kissing them.

König is going to make it his mission to make sure you feel good about yourself.

Even though his social anxiety is bad he would try and take you out places to flaunt you off. He wants you to know that you can come to him when you feel bad about yourself he's your boyfriend after all.

[A/N: That was the SFW now for me to be a horny degenerate with some once again mild (very self-indulgent) smut. Picking up from the crying part.]

The only time König wants to see you cry is when he's overstimulating you, so after he's done soothing you he starts kissing his favorite parts of your body starting from top to bottom. He kisses your cheek before moving down to your neck, sucking and lightly grazing it. Spending a considerable König continues to go lower and lower until you're on your back and his mouth is on your heat.

He'd spend hours down on you, sucking your dick/clit, eating your ass/pussy making sure you feel loved. He gets so much pleasure from watching your legs shake after giving him your third orgasm. You're vision is hazy and you have your hands buried in his hair. You could feel him slightly humping the bed for some form of relief.

By the time you're done you're covered in sweat and ripped lingerie. Bite marks, hickeys n bruises are speckled all over your body. König would savor this moment forever keeping a polaroid photo safely tucked away just in case he misses you too much on a mission. <3

#.jupiter writing #.König #könig x reader #könig headcanons #könig x you #könig x male reader #könig smut #könig hcs #könig fluff #könig x plus size reader #könig x plus!size!male reader #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig x reader #könig #könig x fat reader #könig x fem reader #.anon #cod x reader #[holy fuck im tired. finna power nap wake up then write sum more.] #[im so tired that im misspelling all my words thank you autocorrect my brain is mush]

[bigification]

I stand in front of the mirror, rubbing in SPF 100 sunscreen on my face. With how light my skin is, I would be a tomato by the end of the hour without it. I check my entire body to make sure I haven't missed a spot with my razor. I pinch my stomach, confirming there is no fat between the skin that I pinch. Finally, I check that my ass looks cute in the new green speedo I'm wearing. Good to go.

I walk out of my air bnb onto the sandy beach, my eyes burn as they adjust to the bright light. My feet hurt with each step on the hot sand. I speed up until I make it to the edge of the water where the sand doesn't hurt to stand on. My muscles relax as I sit on the cool wet sand, the waves feel nice on my skin as they roll up the edge of the beach.

A wave hits my legs, and as it recedes I notice my feet look bigger. Another wave hits them and they grow even bigger, and they're hairy. I try to recoil in shock, but I feel stuck in place. Another wave rolls up my calf, muscles bulge out of my leg and think dark hairs cover my skin. The next wave hits my thighs, they thicken until they look like a quarterback's thighs with a dark coat of hair. I also notice my once light skin darkens into a tan colour. I shiver as a wave crashes against my crotch, my speedo feels like it's shrunk three sizes. I look down and see a massive bulge against the front of my speedo, and I can feel my plumper ass pressing against the sand.

I want to resist, I want to reject what is happening to me, but it feels so good. The way the speedo hugs my dick, the powerful feeling coursing through my legs makes me hard. Another wave comes crashing into me, it feels like the waves are getting stronger. The water hits my body, and my flat stomach grows into a thick and hairy six pack. The next wave reaches my chest, broadening my shoulders and giving me a pair of juicy pecs. Every part of my body that the water touches continues to become a tan colour with a pelt of black hair. The water hits my arms, turning my twig like arms into thick veiny biceps. My forearms become thick and hairy, and my hands double in size, with thick hairy fingers and hard callouses. I feel so powerful, and all I want is to feel more powerful. My giant man hands dig into the sand as I tense up. Another wave hits me directly in the face and I feel a thick beard form on my face. I run my hands over my head, my long thin hair is gone, replaced with a short buzz cut.

"Bro! What are you doing, the tide is coming in." A strangely familiar voice yells out from behind me. I look behind me and see a large Arab man holding out his hand. I instinctively grab his hand and he pulls me up. "Thanks bro!" I say in a deep gruff voice. Something else was off though. I think for a moment and then remember. How could I forget, I'm speaking arabic. Why would I speak anything else with my brother Mo. I only speak English when I talk to customers at the car shop. "Look at this." Mo says excitedly as he points to a group of hot chicks sunbathing. We both smile at each other as we start walking over to them.

#male tf #masculine #muscle tf #race change #reality change

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You’ll Do

Amy’s boss Mia was as cruel as she was beautiful & made Amy nervous whenever she was around. Despite this somehow Amy found the courage to interview as her replacement. For some reason Mia was leaving the company & hiring her own successor. Needless to say the interview went awful.

Adding insult to injury, Amy had to ride the elevator with Mia directly after the interview and Mia didn’t hold back on her comments.

“You see Amy you lack what I need in a successor, you don’t have the killer attitude needed to succeed. On top of that you have a terrible dress sense and are a 5 at best. Yes I could ‘improve’ you but why put lipstick on a pig when I could pick someone who needs little work at all.” Mia said with a sharpness to every word that plunged Amy into a deeper depression than she already was.

“That’s why I’m giving the job to Kali, she’s so perfect for the role I didn’t even interview her. Im going to meet her right now and by tomorrow she’ll be your new boss, although I’m sure she’ll remind you of me.” Mia continued with a knowingly smile.

Amy knew Kali and was dreading her promotion. She was no where near as bad as Mia but she was certainly only a few steps away. Knowing she would be taking over made Amy want to call in sick for the rest of the year.

However just as they were nearing their floor the elevator suddenly shunted to a halt, stopping dead. Amy just stood there, knowing she couldn’t do anything while Mia rolled her eyes.

“I’ll have the maintenance team hung for this.” Mia snarled as she took out her phone and contacted the elevator technician.

“2 hours? No this is unacceptable! I need to get to my meeting! I’ve already waited too long!” Mia screamed down the phone.

Amy had never seen Mia so agitated, she figured Mia had some sort of fear of tight spaces. Amy let herself have a brief smile knowing that Mia was human like the rest of them.

However as an hour passed without much progress, Amy started to get worried about Mia. She was sweating and pacing like crazy and even seemed to be twitching now and again.

“M-Mia it’s alright, we’ll be out of here soon. Just breathe.” Amy said calmly to her boss.

“Oh shut up you twit, this is beyond your understanding, this body is expiring and I need a new one!” Mia snapped back. She looked at her watch and fear etched her face.

“Oh fucking screw it, you’ll do.” Mia said and surely lunged at Amy who was too quick to react. Mia grabbed Amy’s face in her hands and planted her lips on her lowly employee’s.

Amy’s eyes went wide as she felt something slither from Mia’s mouth to her own and down her throat. Mia’s body went limp and collapsed to the ground. As it hit the ground it immediately turned to dust, leaving Amy to wonder what the hell just happened.

“Ugh I can’t believe I had to take your pathetic body.” Said a voice that sounded like it was coming from inside Amy’s head. It was a deep ethereal voice that sent shivers down her spine.

“W-who said that?” Amy nervously asked.

“Not that it matters but I have gone by many names. Abyzou, Hecate, Morrigan, and most recently, as you can see, Mia but you can call me Lilith, all others will call us Aimee, once I improve you of course.” The voice said with a cackle.

Before Amy could ask a follow up question, she doubled over in pain. Putting her hands on the glass mirrors of the elevator to steady herself, she watched as her nails grew long and sharp, like wicked talons.

Radiating down from there her pale skin turned sun kissed, as if she never spent a day in the office. The tan ran up her arms, making them tingle in pleasure in the process. Her body began to change as the tan ran down her figure. Every inch that it touched she felt a warm sensation that came also with a tightening of skin or modification of fat. Her boobs for instance once a meagre B cup ballooned out into an impressive pair of double d’s.

“Mmmm yesss this never gets old. This feels so fucking good doesn’t it Amy?” Lilith purred in Amy’s head. Amy wanted to plead with her to stop whatever magic she was doing but to her shame she found her pussy getting increasingly wet. It helped that it too changed, becoming tighter and more sensitive.

Staring at her shifting face, she watched as her lips grew into a bitchy pout, her hair became incredibly sleek and straight, and smoky makeup appeared on her eyes. It was now a face that commanded authority, a stern but sexy facade that would have others eating out of the palm of her hand either out of fear or of lust.

“I was going to take Kali’s body but now I’m glad I took yours. It’s been decades since I transformed Mia from the worthless house wife she was into a bitchy and powerful CEO, I forgot how much pleasure it gives me to turn a goodie goodie nobody into a wicked whore. Kali was too like me already but now I can’t wait to make that split bow down and lick our pussy.” Lilith said but this time the voice was starting to change. It was starting to sound eerily like Amy’s.

Amy for her part was feeling increasingly calm about the apparent devouring of her soul and merge with Lilith. As the seconds ticked by her mind was filled with wicked memories of Lilith through the centuries. She had been a witch, a queen, a faux goddess, a homewrecker, a trophy wife, a queenpin, and everything in between. The one constant was she was always in charge. For Amy, as someone who always took a backseat the idea of being on top scratched an itch she never knew she had.

“Oh god! Yessss! Kali will be our little simping slut! Change us more! Make us a hawt fucking bitch! Merge us into one!” Amy moaned loudly as she felt her new bigger tits with her perfectly manicured hands as the magic worked its way to her ass flairing it out. Her stomach crunched as it became slimmer and body toned all over to give her a delightfully flexible and athletic body.

Finally her demure gray work clothes became darker, tighter, and more revealing as they clung to her new body. Her pants hugged her legs as they became intimating leather and 6 inch heels sprang out of her flats lifting her to new heights. As the changes reached their apex, her eyes rolled back into her head as the two minds merged into one new evil persona.

“Mmmm much better. It was about time there was for a change in management.” Amy smirked to herself. As if on cue the elevator shunted to life again and finished its descent to the bottom. Amy picked up Mia’s left over purse and phone beside the pile of dust and took out lipstick from the bag.

Amy just finished applying a shade when the door dinger open and two sweaty maintenance workers stood there. Amy enjoyed their lingering looks at her ass as she capped the lipstick and put it back into her bag. She brushed past their stunned looks.

“Sorry miss but where is the CEO? She called us in a panic.” One blurted out. Stopping in her tracks Amy turned her head back to them.

“That’s me. I’m Aimee, the CEO of this company and if you so if you don’t want to lose your job I suggest you clean up that pile of first that’s in there immediately.” Aimee snarled back at them. The two men quickly jumped to attention.

Aimee however had already forgotten about them, she had her sights on a gorgeous woman sitting in the lobby looking anxiously around. Approaching Kali with all the menace of a predatory lioness, Aimee snuck up on her new lowly employee.

“Kali, what time do you call this?” Aimee said angrily. Kali looked up at was stunned to see who the voice belonged to.

“Amy? You look… wow. I’m waiting for Mia, she wanted to discuss something with me.” Kali said somewhat flabbergasted.

“Mia is no longer your concern. She has put me in charge and my first order of business is to hire you as my assistant. Follow me.” Aimee said strutting off back to the elevator where the men were finishing up. Aimee stood at the elevator door and beckoned Kali in.

“I- I don’t understand, I thought I was getting a promotion or something.” Kali said but Aimee just stared at her without saying a word. Kali felt the new bitch’s eyes burrow deep into her soul and she felt compelled to get into the elevator.

Aimee pressed the button for the executive suite and the doors shut sealing them in. Only once they were alone did Aimee finally speak again.

“This is a promotion, you get to taste the pussy of a goddess from now on. You’re going to be the executive simp. So kneel down like a good little slut.” Aimee said as she towered over Kali.

#female possession #f2f #corruption #bitchification #evil bitch #power transfer #corrupted merge

[she-her-cuntboy]

ok since this is a safe space.. Today's wildly specific genderplay fantasy is:

Being a beta male orbiter who somehow convinced a hot mean ethot ahegao of creator to have me help her manage the channel, shoot videos, etc. and she picks up on how desperately easy to manipulate I am for her approval and starts toying with me, asking to try a new makeup look she's been thinking about on me to see how it looks first, so I agree and she gives me big sexy lashes and exaggerated eyeliner and slutty eyeshadow and puts one of her cosplay wigs on me too for good measure, and I look in the mirror and what I see there is goonfuel for the next week, at least. She tells me I look gorgeous and she loves the look, she'll be using it in shoots from now on, and every time I see her post with that makeup style I can't help but remember looking like that and I have to quickly excuse myself to the bathroom to rub one out. She shares bubbly music with me, and gives me makeovers, and tells me how I should be sluttier, and I can't bring myself to do anything but nod along and agree and try my best to obey and impress her. She takes all my straps and replaces them with her dildo collection, so the only way I can even imagine fucking her now is with my own neglected transmasc pussy stuffed full of a double ended dildo. She humiliates and emasculates me further and further and I follow along like a drooling dog eager to do anything to please her, until one day I realize I've been made into a slutty little pornstar just like her, and none of our of followers think of me as a man, or anything other than her submissive lesbian fucktoy she's showing off and bimbofying. And I can't even muster the thought to be upset about the realization - there's a vibrator pressed at just the right angle against my swollen clitoris, long manicured pink nails rubbing my pink pussy lips as they stretch around a fat dildo she works into my vagina, and the thought dissipates into bubbles as I squeal and sigh and cum all over the bed. She laughs at me, so desperately responsive, pets my silly little head, and brushes any doubts or worries out of my thoughts, replaced with pink and bubbles and ribbons and pretty girly bimbo fog. Good girls make more good girls

#dumb puppy #fakeboy #ftm bimbo #ftmtf kink #misgendering k!nk blog #forcefem #feminine sissy #force feminization #forced feminized #covert hypnosis #hypnoslut #fantasy detransition #elle post #gender play #sorry for the Wall Of Text I am not in my right mind and can't evaluate for readability or stuff like that...

[allfattenedup]

I'm a huge fan of your content, but I need to take a minute to talk about something you do that drives me absolutely wild:

I love when gainers tag their stuff as "ex-jock". Because, in the "real world" when someone uses terms like that, it's typically to describe a specific body type. An "ex-jock" is someone who works out, or at least used to. Sure they've gone a bit to seed, and they have a nice little pot belly going on, but their strong muscles, the developed upper body or the muscled glutes are all still present and noticeable. Any fat they have doesn't really jiggle all that much, because at the end of the day, there's still, you know, muscle supporting it.

But you gainers have created a second meaning for the term. When gainers like you use "ex-jock", it's not helpful shorthand to describe a specific body type, it's something used to remember a person who doesn't exist anymore. Because no one looks at a developed, established fatty, gut hanging and jiggling, ass and thighs plush and dimpled with cellulite, two chins and chubby cheeks grown plump with gorging on thousands of calories of chocolates and junk food, and thinks "oh yeah, he ran track in high school". Once you hit a certain threshold of weight gained, that history disappears. No one can see the hours in the gym. No one respects the team captain anymore. No one sees you as anything other then a lifetime fatty, because how could someone that fat ever have been anything else?

But that's not how gainers like you like to operate. Destroying the athlete you used to be, rendering them invisible, is only half the objective. Sure, you're fat now, probably fatter then you ever wanted to be (not that something like a weight limit, or goal, could ever stop you), but that alone doesn't give you the perverse thrill you crave. So what can you do? "ex-jock". A word that works like a brand. Now, no matter how fat you get, no matter how hungry you are or how much muscle mass you replace with soft, jiggling fat, the world will know that you made yourself this way. Like a bat signal in the sky, calling everyone to see an athlete that was conventionally attractive, fit and energetic, and who gave it all away. All so you could be what you see before you now.

And you're still hungry for more.

I don’t know what I can add to this because it’s perfection 😩👌🏼🐷🥵 And you nailed it. To me, I use ex-jock so that when people look at me they try to imagine what I must have looked like before I ruined my body with fat.

When they see my belly wobble against my heavy thighs, I want them to know the feeling is still strange to me, still new, still a bit frightening. Very exciting.

That the face I see in the mirror was once radically different. You’d have thought so differently of me if you’d known me before I got fat. But if I use ex-jock, at least you know when you see me like this that once I was the complete opposite of what I've now become.

That I’ve changed. I’m not making the best of the body I have, I’m making the worst body I can possibly bear, and then a little bit worse than that. Maybe a lot worse if things get out of hand. Methodically, intentionally, fatter and fatter, loving how hard it is to see myself like this. Relishing the constant, gentle horror as my fat arms wobble while I eat. Delighting in the dreadful embarrassment of a new double chin.

And you're right. I am hungry for more. Desperate, even.

#askafu #exjock #😏

[ebonyslasher]

Hey I'm new to these requests so sorry if it's bad. Plus been reading ya stuff and I feel like you are the only one who can do this justice. But for some reason having the slashers react to their s/o having a decrepit version of their fit makes me laugh. Like they seem so excited to show them and it's just.. 👁️👄👁️bad. (Um I do see you're on hiatus so I'm sorry if this is an inconvenience or anything.) Also can this be the mask that Michael s/o has plz?

Hey! Thank you so much for reading my work and sending this in. That mask cracks me up

What the hell you got on?!! Slasher mask reaction:

Michael Myers

You saw that mask at a spirit halloween and had to get it

That specific one in Haddonfield couldn't sell the more accurate, original one anymore....mostly due to combined ptsd lol.

But, this would be great to use to try to get a reaction out of him...maybe a chuckle 🤭

It seems impossible but you were successful a few times, he just has....dark humor.

Knowing him, you had to just go ahead and out the costume on in the parking lot. That nigga be stalkin'.👀

You bust through the door🚪 with the whole fit on, confident as hell

😠Michael strides to the front door, figuring out why you making all that fuckin noise and slammin' doors in HIS house.

Michael sees you. And he stops.

You looking how you looking is looking at Michael and he's looking at you.

Girl...what the fuck you got on?

Michael knows he don't look like that y/n🫤, you look derpy. He looked intimidating- there's a difference!!!

He starts to walk past, acting unaffected. But, he swiftly pulls that shit off.

You're shocked 😲, he just scalped you! You start giggling.

"Michael that cost money!!!" 😩

Michael thinks, 'You shouldn't care, you were wasting it with this shit anyway.'

Stu +Billy

Oh, this shit was perfect.

You saw this while browsing on e-bay and thought that Stu and Billy would love this. And you got an old big ass block cordless phone too? Oh baby!✨

You went over their house to spend the night. And of course you hid the costume and mask in the spennanight bag 👜. Y'all were in the middle of the first blunt rotation. You excused your self to the bathroom so you could enact your grand plan.

Taking your personal fat ass weed 🍃pen, you hopped into the bathroom and put the costume on. You also smoked tf up out of the bathroom so you could have some smoke as a background.

Throwing open the door, you jump out and say, "Wassuppppp!!!!"

They look at you, shocked, before Stu and Billy double over. They are hollering.

Y'all all crying 😂 over the mask. The weed wasn't making things better

Stu and Billy both randomly say WASSUPPP😝 and point at each other as they laugh.

Honestly they love it. and your grand entrance ? Fantastic

Bubba Sawyer

Listen.... you don't know about putting someone else's skin on your face

If you want to do that, by all means. you strong as fuck. And fit right the fuck in with who you with.

But you find this mask for pretty cheap online, the others were....costly (like $100 + for the good ones, dayum!)

Once it's delivered, you run up into a random room and shut the door. You put it on and look in the mirror as you evaluate the mask.

Man, what the hell were these ears?🙃 It looks like someone tried to make earmuffs but didn't really know what they were.

Also this fucking hair? You looked like a fucked up lunch lady

It's huge asf on your head, balloon 🎈 ass mask. It's lopsided. Looking like you got hit and was turned halfway loose

Bubba comes in and spots you with the mask.

He starts, jumping and clapping❤️❤️. Bubba is bubbling and squealing at how cute you are.

Essentially he's like, "oh baby yay!" He loves it. Bubba doesn't think it looks bad! He's flattered! 🤗

It's like physical thing that represents you truly being a part of the family~

Pinhead

Well...Pinhead's face isn't a mask. It's his damn face. But it'd be a mask for you!

You gotta show your appreciation to yo mans!!! and mess with his ass. He's dramatically hilarious.

There were, surprisingly, a lot of masks made of Pinhead's face. It was a bit odd, but useful for what you needed. At least you didn't have to make one from scratch. 🤷🏿‍♀️

However, You still wanted to be a little creative. Dip a lil toe into your ✨craft era✨.

So, it was obvious you got one without the pins! Going to the store and seeing to most colorful 🎨 of pins was an automatic yes.

Now, this shit was not easy putting in. Some of them was bent every whichaway, the holes were uneven so some were drooping.🫠

You looked a mess, chile.

"Y/n...what is the meaning of this?" You snicker. "Babe, I'm You!"

"So, you attempt to mock ME! Blasphemy!"

"Not trying to mock you!! I was making this so I could be like you...and mess with you a little."

"Silly human....tsk tsk. I will have my comeuppance."

#slasher x reader #black reader #michael myers #billy loomis #stu macher #bubba sawyer #pinhead #slashers #michael myers x reader #stu x reader x billy #bubba saywer x reader #pinhead x reader

[willyoubemycherryy]

❣︎𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑛! 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐽𝑜𝑒 𝑅𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑧’𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑔𝑓 (•̀ᴗ•́)و

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ to @missusnora @eymie @eleanorbaybars

Warnings: slight role reversal, cursing, threats, she’s had just about enough of his tomfoolery😂, gf b^llying, hickeys, biting, Joe may have won the battle but the war is far from over

“𝑨𝒎 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒇𝒇? 𝑵𝒐𝒑𝒆. 𝑫𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒔𝒐.”

. . . . .

“Can you help me work out?”

That was the one sentence that ended up triggering it.

Joe’s cuteness aggression.

It was utterly adorable. Seeing you arrive to the training room in your tshirt, cute little shorts, and white sneakers, looking up at him so determined to crush it.

You were never much of an athlete, you were just born hot but seeing Joe all the time motivated you to give it a try.

How hard could it be?

You give up 40 minutes later.

It was hot. You were sweaty. You were sore.

The worst part wasn’t even the pain in your lungs. It was the fact that your boyfriend hadn’t even broken a sheen. Groaning from your place on the floor, you try to catch your breath.

Now, to his credit, Joe tried to hold it back. But it was so charming how tuckered out and annoyed you were after some stretches and strength training. Your pretty face red from exertion, shorts ridden up, short wispy hairs of your hairline sticking to your forehead with sweat.

Something about you being smaller than him and trying so hard, that made him want to eat you up.

Huffing as you turned to your side, it was cooler for a second before you felt a puff of warm air near your thigh then a light pain.

“…did you just BITE me?!” Shock all over your face as you snap your head down to look at Joe who just hums before biting you again, this time near your ass.

He’s never felt this type of impulsiveness before. You getting fed up should not be that cute. Too bad it is.

Cute, pissed off and soft, he just felt the urge to go a little feral.

“You’re so cute, toots. I can’t help it. All breathless n tired.” He murmurs around smaller bites of your thighs. The warm wetness of his mouth feels good but the sting of his teeth make you tingle.

Before you can poke fun at him for the getting hot-collared at your current state, Joe flips you onto your back. Wrapping his big arms around your hips with his head at the apex of your closed thighs, your heart picks up at the sudden intimate position as he proceeds to nuzzle into them so vigorously it felt like getting rug burn.

He’s never gotten like this out of nowhere so shocked is an understatement. Shakily gasping, you pull his head back to look at you.

Seeing his eyes are more dilated than before makes your heart skip a beat.

“What’s gotten into you? Aren’t you supposed to be helping me not give me the chewtoy treatment”.

Joe nods, “I know, you just looked so precious”, he smiles innocently before rising and pulling you to your feet.

You’re still confused but let it go.

“So, since I’m tired and this sucks, can we to my place and get something to eat now?”, The blank disinterested, honesty makes Joe break out in a wide grin. Chuckling because you really have no idea how darling you are.

Instead of answering he walks closer to you, bends down, and instead of biting your cheek, he sucks the fat into his mouth. Amused at how you almost immediately start whining.

“Nooooooo. Food, not me!” You were starting to feel put out. After all, you were supposed to be the nuisance in this relationship :(

Humming happily, Joe keeps sucking at your cheek, biting and pulling it before he lets go laughing when you start to stomp your foot with your cute little complaints.

He’s laughing even harder when he looks and notices the huge red circle left behind. Tearing up and doubling over, he can hardly catch his breath at how done you look, topped off with a giant hickey covering the apple of your cheek.

Hungry and sore, you ignore your boyfriend and walk to get your stuff near the mirror as he laughs with reckless abandon at what? You don’t know.

Until you look up at the mirror and see it.

Gasping you spin around to yell at him. Hitting him on his chest, it’s threat after threat. Even more pissed at the way he just laughs and takes it like a lovesick fool.

“You little irritant! This better fade fast or I swear I will end you!”

“It’s not even that funny!”

“Joe, I swear to god!”

“If I wasn’t so tired, I’d kick your ass!”

“STOP LAUGHING!!”

He tries to tone it down but one look down at you; your adorably angry red face, bite mark littered thighs, cheek hickey, and he’s falling out all over again.

You were completely darling. His feisty little girlfriend. He really couldn’t help but to want to pick on you a bit.

Still, he didn’t want you to actually get angry so he takes a few deep breaths to settle.

“Toots, m’ so sorry…I got carried away, didn’t mean anything by it.” He leans down to press a gentle to kiss to said wronged cheek, biting his inner lip to smothering any remaining chuckles.

Your glare has him cooing internally, taking your hands in his bigger ones and kissing your knuckles.

“You’re a pain in my ass but you’re lucky you’re pretty and I love like you,” rolling your eyes as you accept his apology and affection before pulling him with you.

“Let’s go get something to eat. And never besmirch my countenance like this again”, Lord help him. Why did you also have to be so unintentionally funny? He’s sucking in his lips like his life depends on it trying not to laugh. Pfft, besmirch.

“Joe.” Shit.

“Right, angel. Never do anything that might inconvenience your countenance again.” Doing his best to sound repentant and not nip the top of your head when you nod once to establish that you mean business as you pull him along with you.

You must really be over it because usually you’d drag it out, get really dramatic with him earning your forgiveness. So, he’s relieved he’s off the hook.

But,

little did Joe know, you were going to get him back. . . .

dearly.

#callum turner #callum turner x reader #fluff #joe rantz #joe rantz x reader #the boys in the boat #masters of the air #mota #x reader

[chubbycelebs]

The Weight of Fame (part 3)

As the months went by, the pounds kept adding up. Harry had really gone from fit, toned and in shape to now a mound of lard. His abs had stretched into a belly, now extended so far over his crotch, it was impossible for him to see his own dick. His chest and thighs grew thicker and bigger, pushing the seams of his clothes. But even though Harry now has a huge hairy body, he loved it. The feeling of a tight stomach after stuffing his belly all day, clothes he used to love bursting off his jiggly belly. There wasn't anything that Harry missed about being skinny, because being fat was so much better.

One morning as Harry put on a shirt, not even bothering to button it up already knowing his belly would bust the buttons off, he became intreigued by his weight. He hadn't actually stepped on the scales since putting all this weight on. He knew in his peak he was about 150lbs but he was wondering how much he had gained since those days.

Harry pulled the scales out and stood and looked at them for a while. Did he want to put a number on his weight gain? Did he really want to know just how big he had gotten or would that make him self concious of his huge size. As Harry rubbed his gut, he decided to give his fat friend Louis a call.

Since their last long phone call, the two had kept in contact over messages. Harry Loved talking to Louis, not even about getting fat but just everyday things. In fact when he thought about it, the two had hardly bought up the fact they both had stuffed their bellies fat. Harry decided to call Louis over his concerns about his big gut. He pressed to face time and after a few seconds of waiting, he answered.

Harry on his screen, even though he was not showing off his belly, still looked very chubby, his cheeks and double chin were becoming very prominate. On the other hand however, Louis looked how he did when they were in the band. Harry thought that he must have gained mostly in the belly and not in the face.

"You're alright Harry!" Louis said smiling, very happy to see his chubby friend on screen again.

"Yeah I'm great thank you! I've been eating pretty well" Harry said with a chuckle, pointing the camera at his belly, giving his gut a shake. Louis laughed at this and blushed slightly but then his face dropped slightly. "Whats up?"

Louis looked down at this body and then pointed the camera down. Harry did not see a big bulbous stomach like his, instead Louis body had gone back to how it was back in the band. "I had to lose it all Harry. My PR team said that if I was to be fat when I release my album, I'll lose my sex appeal and this album can't flop. I'm sorry Harry." Harry didn't know what to say. Now every member of One Direction had released music apart from him and he was still a fat slob. "I'll probably gain it back one day Harry, don't worry. I enjoyed being fat like I said, I just need this to go well." Harry understood but couldn't help but be disappointed with the outcome. He hung up the phone and plopped him self on the sofa, eating a tub of ice cream. Harry sat there filling his belly up bigger and wondered if this would last. Can he really stay this big? Would he have to lose it like Louis did?

As he began to spiral he then thought, why is he worrying about that now? He is still not close to the album being done, he still doesn't need to see anyone in public yet, and he still had a few months left before his PR team would ask for his first solo project plans. In the moment Harry decided to give in, and get as big as he could. He didn't know if this could last a few months or years but he knew he wanted to get as huge as possible. And so Harry did just that.

Harry walked to the mirror and looked at himself the next morning. His unshaven face and long hair showed how little he cared for his appearance. He then lifted his shirt up to reveal his big hair belly. He stood and looked at his fat body in the mirror, still finding it hard to believe that he was really this big. He placed his hands on his gut, gave it a violent shake and said "Lets get you nice and big" with a final big slap as he went to the kitchen.

For the next few months Harry spent every waking moment filling his lard covered body with greasy fattening food. He was expanding from every direction, unstoppable endlessly stuffing his gut. And he loved it. The feeling of his body pushing further outwards, the constant jiggling and movement of the fat. If he could get bigger faster he would because he loved this feeling so much.

In between the stuffing and playing with him self, Harry was inspired to keep playing new music and descovering his sound. It seemed that the more he expanded the easier it was for him to make new music. It took the pressure off him when he sat down at the piano and could feel his belly pressed against it.

Harry had now grown out of his clothes apart from his grey sweats. Everyday he'd walk around just in his underwear or jogging bottoms if it was cold. His fat covered body kept the rest of his body warm. Its huge size made sure to keep his privates covered as well.

As the final month of his break began to come to a close, he was also finishing up his album and all the songs he wanted on it. He called his manager and arranged a meeting for the last week of the month. Harry didn't even think to warn his manager of his change in appearance. He had significantly changed since he was last seen by anyone. He had truly never even thought to get this big let alone actually get to this size. He was most defenatly obese if not morbidly. But Harry loved it. He felt so relaxed and happy with his body and comfortable with his lifestyle. This however was all about to change.

Sorry that this next part has taken so long to come out. I've been very busy over the last week or so but I hope to get this story done this week. I hope you guys are still enjoying this story and where it is going. The story will be taking a different turn in the next part so I hope you enjoy that. Thank you!

#fat #fatty #male weight gain #men getting fatter #fat men #cute belly #fat belly #fatboy #fit to fat #full belly #fatass #fat piggy #big fatty #fat guy #fat boy #big belies #hairy #getting bigger #bigger is better #sexy belly #beer belly #feedee belly #belly expansion #chubby #exjock #gut #fat gut #beer gut #bloated gut #gaining

[vastarion]

‘‘I’d love you even if you were a worm.’’ Astarion with a Fem!Plus Size Tav.

🔞 FLUFF, ANGST, AND SMUT ALL IN ONE SO BEWARE! MINORS AND MEN DNI! 🔞

A midsummer day at the campsite. Astarion is roaming about with the others, while you sit alone in your tent. You’re gazing at your reflection in the handheld mirror, disgusted by who you see.

Your overly-rounded face, puffy cheeks, and double-layered chin. You scowl lightly, running your fingers over the acne scars and pores. You feel hideous as you set the mirror down. Your entire life you lived as the unconventionally attractive one, or so to speak. Even being the sorcerer you are didn’t stop the ridicule from judgemental mouths, and their snake-slit eyes always watching your every move, hoping that you would fail. Astarion would compliment you every chance he got, but you still questioned his authenticity. Even though you’ve been silent about it for awhile, it creeps back around during moments like this. Astarion has always been beautiful. His lean yet muscular physique, toned abs, and jawline so sharp as if it was sculpted by the gods themselves. You still wonder how someone like him ever gave you a chance. Most men like him would’ve scoffed at the first sight of you. Yet, Astarion seemed to have been drawn to you since the first day. You always felt like it was because of your powers as a sorcerer, which made sense considering Astarion needed you to help him take down Cazador. But it’s how you’ve always felt. No one ever genuinely wanted you for you, only for what you possessed. At least, that’s how it had been ingrained into your mind. You quickly get dressed, making sure to bundle up with extra layers to hide your stomach rolls and contain your chubby thighs. In a way, this has been your way of masking. Astarion never seemed to mind, or does he...?

Later that evening, you find yourself sitting at the campfire. Astarion went out for a meal, and the others are in their tents. You’re roasting some chicken, when Astarion returns.

Astarion rubs his belly, ‘‘Ah, I just found the most delicious deer I think I’ve ever sank my fangs into. How about you, sweetheart? Enjoying the chicken?’’

You look up at him and crack a smile, as you slowly nod. ‘‘Oh yes, once it’s done cooking I’ll season it with some herbs.’’

Astarion smiles in response, as you turn your attention back to the chicken. He watches as you wipe your forehead. He can see droplets of sweat on both your forehead and face. He notices you’re also still wearing the multiple sweaters and jackets, even though it’s deep into the summer. Astarion’s eyebrows furrow slightly.

Astarion speaks up, ‘‘Darling, may I ask you something?’’

You look back up at him. ‘‘Yes, my love?’’

Astarion takes a seat on the log next to you, as he looks at you with a hint of concern. ‘‘I don’t mean to pry all of a sudden, but I’m just curious is all. It’s a little hot for wearing coats, wouldn’t you agree?’’

His questioning catches you off guard. It seems he’s seen through you, and you have no choice but to tell him the truth. ‘‘I, uh... I just like keeping myself concealed, you know? Don’t like others seeing my stomach, and things like that.’’ To your surprise, Astarion gives you a horrified expression.

He responds with a bit of shock in his tone, ‘‘I’m sorry... Did you just say you’re keeping yourself ‘concealed?’’ You sigh at his response, as you set the chicken down in your lap.

‘‘Yes, the truth is I’m insecure about my body, Astarion. I don’t like my fat stomach and my legs stick out, and my butt is rather concave. Not to mention having a puffy oval face with 2 chins doesn’t make it any better! That is why I wear tight-fitting clothes. It makes me feel less ugly.’’ You say bluntly, because it’s true to you. But Astarion is baffled at this confession, trying to fathom how his girlfriend could hate herself this much.

When Astarion responds, you can hear the heartbreak in his voice from your revelation, ‘‘Darling, I-... I don’t know what to say. I never guessed you felt this bad about yourself. You kept this from me? I wish you told me this sooner, my dear!’’

You frown to yourself. The guilt from keeping your insecurities hidden for so long has reached its tipping point. Astarion was thorough with you from the beginning, but you couldn’t relate. So of course, Astarion has every right to be upset. Your mask shatters, as you croak out your feelings all at once, ‘‘I-I’m sorry, my love! I just- You don’t understand how it feels to be me! To constantly live in shame and regret of my appearance! It’s... It’s easy for you, Astarion. You were already handsome before you became a vampire. I’ve never been the pretty one, or someone people sought after. A woman with a body like me was never meant to make it in this life.’’

Astarion’s red eyes darken at your words, as his jaw clenches. He remains silent for a moment, taking it all in. But after a moment, he inhales and speaks up, ‘‘Maybe you are right in the way that I am seen as a beauty standard. As for my fem-aligned counterparts, the pressure to be perfect is even worse. But you remember my past, darling. I was merely only valuable for my looks, not as a person! Until I met you, my sweet. When we first met, it was quite obvious we had our physical differences. But I didn’t care much for your body, to be frank. Your brilliant personality, and girlish whimsy, and of course that marvelous scent of your blood is what swooned me. To even assume that I’m shallow enough to choose someone based on their looks—is laughable. So? Listen when I say that, respectfully....’’ Astarion suddenly stands up, and he holds his hand out for you to take it. You eyes widen and your cheeks flush red, but nonetheless you take his hand and stand up as well. Astarion looks at you endearingly, smirking slightly as he then slowly trails his long slender fingers up your arms, making you shiver at his touch. His voice comes close to a whisper, and he leans down close to your ear.

‘‘My gorgeous darling, I’d love you even if you were a worm.’’ Astarion purrs out, as you feel yourself melt at his touching and captivating monologue. You feel heat take over your body, as Astarion looks you up and down. He bites his lip, as he then leans in and kisses you passionately. You feel your body fill with passion and lust as you return his kiss. Astarion grunts through the kiss, but he suddenly pulls away.

‘‘Darling, let us return back to our tent, where I can show you just how beautiful you truly are.’’ His accent oozes lust as he smirks at you. You blush again as you look into his eyes, nodding in response. Astarion takes your hand once more, as you both make your way back to your tent. You walk in first as he follows, closing the tarp behind him. Astarion then turns back to you and smirks, as he begins to take his tunic off. You watch him strip down to his glorious naked body, and blush as you glance back up at him. Astarion strides towards you as he slowly puts his hands on your waist, then leans in and kisses you again. Once you return his kiss, he begins to move his fingers down to your bum. It causes you to break the kiss and gasp lightly. Astarion can feel you tense up at this, he starts to console you.

‘‘Shh, darling. Just relax, my dear. There’s no need to be scared. Not anymore.’’ Astarion coos in your ear, and you feel the tension ease slightly. He then begins to trail his lips down to your neck, as you lean your head back. He plants soft kisses all over your neck, causing his hunger to rise slightly. A light moan slips out from your lips, as he moves his hands up to the hem of your coat, beginning to slowly take it off you. Your heart races at his move, and once your coat is off he lets it fall to the ground. He kisses you again, moving his fingers to the button of your blouse as he begins to unbutton them—slowly. Your breath catches in your throat, knowing your stomach and all its flaws will finally be revealed to him. He opens your blouse, and your belly falls out in all its glory. Astarion’s red eyes light up, his cheeks turning pink at the sight of your belly. He can’t resist, as his large hands begin to roam all over. He squeezes your rolls gently.

Astarion speaks again, his voice more sultry than before, ‘‘So this is what you’ve been keeping from me. My gods darling, you are... breathtaking.’’ He whispers out, as he looks back into your eyes. Your pulse relaxes, as you start to yearn for his touch. He can see the longing in your eyes, as he smirks once again.

‘‘Tell me you want this.’’ He demands, never taking his eyes off yours. After so long, you feel inclined for the pleasures of romance, and with a man that has made it known that you are his everything.

You quickly nod, as you lean close to his ear and purr, ‘‘I want this.’’ Astarion groans at your words, as he kisses you again, and you return his kiss with a more passionate heat this time. His desire grows more each second, as he yanks your blouse away. You both moan through the kiss, that’s when Astarion grips your thighs and lifts you up with ease, and begins to slowly set you down on the blanket, not breaking the kiss once. He presses himself up against you, slowly moving his fingers lower to your pants. You allow him to pull them down and off your feet. Astarion glances back up at you with his bewitchjng red eyes, as he moves his mouth to the hem of your undergarments, and begins to slowly drag them down with his fangs. Now you’re completely exposed to him. Astarion takes the sight of you in, admiring your fatness like a fine masterpiece. You feel flustered again, as you look away in embarrassment. But he suddenly leans up, and pulls your chin towards him.

‘‘No no, my sweet. Do not look away from me.’’ He speaks in an assertive tone, which makes your heartbeat quicken again. Astarion slowly moves his hands up to your large breasts, that hang a little past your ribs. He groans as he begins to caress them, then moves on to squeezing them. You moan and lean your head back again, as he starts to run his thumbs over your nipples. He does this for about a minute, then leads his head down towards your left nipple, and begins to suckle on it. You continue to moan, as his other hand rubs your right nipple. Once he’s done entertaining the left, he switches to your right nipple. He grunts as he swirls his tongue around it, then suckles on it as well. You had always wanted your breasts sucked on, and now your dream becomes reality. Astarion’s tongue felt silky against your nipples, and you couldn’t wait to see what else he could do with it.

Astarion decides to finish by grabbing both of your breasts, and rubbing his face in-between as he groans into them. This causes you to giggle and moan simultaneously, and he begins to move lower once again. He plants a trail of light kisses down to your large vulva, but instead of going right into it, he smirks, deciding to tease you by moving his lips towards your inner thighs, and starts planting kisses on both sides.

You groan and then hiss at him, but your words falter slightly, ‘‘Don’t t-tease me like t-that!’’ Astarion continues to kiss between your thighs, even going so far as to plant hickies, with his fangs grazing your skin slightly. Your legs jerk, his kisses sending shivers up your spine. Astarion chuckles, as he looks back up at you and teases you once again, ‘‘My my my, I haven’t even begun and you’re already dying to be tasted. I wonder if your juices are even sweeter than your blood.’’ He purrs, and you feel your vulva beginning to pulse from his words. Upon noticing this, he lowers his head down into your vulva as he slides his long tongue in. You gasp as you grab onto his silvery locks, as he starts to slowly move his tongue up and down your folds, savoring the taste of your sweet juice leaking out. You moan and whimper, as your hips buck slightly. His nails dig into both of your thighs, his tongue pressing deeper. You begin to push his head further, your vulva now throbbing from the rapid sensation. Astarion’s head bobs as he begins to move his tongue in and out of your canal, as you buck your hips in sync with his tongue, your thighs shaking along with you. Astarion groans as it sends out a vibrating sensation throughout your vulva, which causes you to gasp and arch your back, as Astarion feels the full force of your juices slip into his mouth. Astarion groans once more, as he doesn’t let a single drop go. He pulls away as his red eyes dart back up to you, smirking as he licks his lips. ‘‘As I thought! You taste splendid, darling.’’ Astarion teases, as he grins at you. Because you’re panting he decides to let you take a moment to recuperate. Once he sees you calm down, he speaks up again. ‘‘Are you ready for the next part, darling?’’ You take a deep breath, and nod as you breathe out, ‘‘Yes, my love. Take me there.’’ Astarion grins, as he then kisses you again.

You both grunt, as Astarion moves his member over your vulva. He then presses the tip against your throbbing clit, as you gasp and pull away from the kiss. He groans as he moves his hands down to your stomach, gripping your love handles as he grinds against you. You let out a whimper, and lean your head back. Your swollen vulva is aching to be taken by Astarion’s girthy, hard cock. He decides to make his move. He moves his member down to your canal, and slowly pushes it a little. Your eyes go wide and you yelp at the slight pain from it. He groans but quickly speaks up, ‘‘Does it hurt, darling?’’ He asks with a hint of anxiety in his voice. But you quickly reassure him, ‘‘Maybe a little bit, but... I want this. Please, give it to me!’’ You call out in response, and Astarion doesn’t hold back this time. He pushes his length all the way inside, as your back arches. You moan and he groans again, as his thrusts start slowly. You both stare into each other’s eyes, his filled with passion and hunger for you. He keeps a slow rhythm at first, but you ache for speed.

‘‘Astarion, please. I want more!’’ Your tone is desperate and pleading, but in a reassuring way. Astarion grunts, as he grins with his fangs protruding. ‘‘Very well, darling... If that’s what you want.’’ With that, he plunges deeper into you. He digs his claws into your sides, then begins to move at a rapid pace. You lean your head back as your eyes flicker, your mind swirling in ecstasy. Your bodies sync together in erotic perfection, your body finally getting the praise you so much deserved. He then kisses you in the heat of the passion, as his cock is stretching and filling up your canals. Both of your moans, groans, and whimpers fill the entire tent, and you both are soon to climax. Astarion nearly loses himself to your body in the moment, but quickly regains his senses slightly as he forces himself out of you, and holds his length up at your stomach with his silky white seed fluttering out onto your skin. You let out an exasperated squeal, as you feel your liquids began to ooze out of you. Astarion looks down and watches as he groans, then leans back down as he licks all of it all up. You lean back as well, panting heavily. He falls next to you, also panting and trying to get a breath in. You turn to him, as he looks at you and you both give each other satisfied smiles. But then you feel it, again.

The insecurity creeps up on you after a vulnerable night of passion, as you narrow your eyes and turn away from him. Astarion notices this as his smile falters slightly, as he puts his hand on your shoulder. He speaks with some anxiety in his voice, ‘‘Oh no... I did something, didn’t I? I was too rough, wasn’t I? Should I have been a little more moist?!’’ You let out a strained sigh, as you shake your head. ‘‘No, my love. It’s not that... It’s just—I want to be praised more in just seduction. I want my duties to be seen as worthwhile, and especially me as a person.’’ Astarion seems to relax a bit, as he smiles again. ‘‘Oh darling, I already commend you for all of that. You are just as attractive now, as you were when you casted Daylight upon Cazador himself. But I don’t want you to hide, and isolate yourself any longer.’’ He speaks in a soothing reassuring tone, but you frown as your judgement is starting to cloud your mind again. You speak rather pessimistically next,

‘‘I just feel like I’m too much for you to handle.’’

But Astarion counters this, and you can feel the genuinity radiate off his tongue.

‘‘You’re perfect to me, darling. I love every inch of you, inside and out. You’re not too much—you’re just right.’’ Your eyes widen once he says this, he reaches out and brings your hand into his, and plants an endearing kiss on your knuckles. You both smile again, as he then moves closer to you, and lays his head on your chest this time. All the doubts and insecurity from before slips away, and for once it feels like it won’t return for a very long time. Your mask has shattered and you’re finally free, with the man who will love you forever.

#after nearly a month it’s finally here #hope you all enjoy it #plus size!tav #fem!tav #tavstarion #astarion #astarion x tav #bg3 #baldur’s gate 3 oneshot #writers on tumblr #plus size reader #signed vi

[hauntedbubbles]

They're so sassy with it 🤣🤣🤣

Graves: Watch your ass down there Soap: Aye...I'll be watchin' somebody's arse doon ther'👀 Ghost: Fuckin' 'ell

@atombonniebaby here with my secondary blog...wanted to give my cod content it's own home... HantedBubbles = SoapGhost 🧼💀

I'm also doing a one shot, where Soap didn't get the birthday he had planned, and the boys decide to drop in, unannounced to cheer him up. (or Price has the kids for the weekend)

So...I wrote a bit where Ghost is bribed into getting the above outfit when they're out getting supplies 🤣

Have a read 👇🏼 encourage me to finish it 🙌🏼

"You seen this?" Gaz holds up a t-shirt, a mix of black and neon pinks. "It's got a skull."

He should hate it. He knows he should. It's garish and loud and everything he'd usually scoff at. But fuck it all, he sorta loves it? "It's not the worst thing you Muppets have shown me..."

"With them grey jeans and this..." Gaz hands him a light grey garment, a jacket by the looks of it, trendier than he'd ever have chosen for himself. The arms look like they'd cut off circulation to his hands if he flexed too hard. "I think it could work."

"Go on, son, no point speculating, go try ‘em on." Price shoos him in the direction of the changing rooms.

He could complain or try to argue his case, but he knows this is one of those battles he won't win. With a heady sigh he makes his way to an empty cubicle, which is hardly big enough to house a fucking toddler... never mind his 6”3’ arse.

After what felt like the warm-up session from his workouts (and an hour of swearing at buttons), Ghost managed to wrestle himself into a pair of jeans that actually fit him (if you don't look down past his shins) They were just long enough that his boots might reach ‘em. (And spare him the trouble of looking a right tosser.)

They was...a little hugging. The soft, light grey denim, a far cry from his usual heavy blue work jeans and cargos... He almost hates them too, wants to, but even he can admit, his legs looked mint in ‘em, he turned then, to see how they look in the back and— yeah...not on their life... this ain’t ‘appenin’—

"You alive in there?” Price, king-of-choosing-his-moments, knocked on the door.

Fuck! The button's stuck!..."Ye...yeah..." He struggled to breathe out, trying to keep quiet while fat fingers fumbled with the bastard button. "Tha’s it! I-I ain't buyin' 'nout from 'ere— fuckin' ’ell!”

"Simon, unlock it, yeah?”

If that fucker laughed he'd kill him. With a defeated sigh, Ghost opened the door just enough for Price to slide inside the tiny space... He looks down at the captain and debates if he has enough room to hide the body.

“Just help us get these off, yeah? Fuckin' things are stuck!”

"Reign it in...take a breath." He had to give it to the Captain, that smile that nearly broke, stayed away. "They ain't bad on ya, what's the matter?”

He's more caked up than the fucking bakery isle in this here Big Tesco is what's the fucking matter. "They ain't practical, Captain. Soft as shit fabric'll fall apart after a few washes."

"Fifty quid..." Price smiled, arms crossed and smug as he opened the door. "And I'll buy 'em for ya?”

"Why?” Ghost blurted out. "I ain't got anywhere to wear 'em!"

"Because I remember the crazy shit you used to wear back in the day, and this is bloody tame... Why not let Simon have this one, eh?”

He hated the way his cheeks burned hotter... but fifty quid? Outta the Captains pocket? Fuckin' hell. "A'right, fine! But on the small chance I croak it t’night and end up a real fuckin' ghost lookin' like a knob...I'm haunting ya!”

Price laughed at that, clapping him on the shoulder. "That sounds like a yes?"

"A begrudging one."

"Then get to it. We 'aven't got all day."

Bastard.

Ghost double knotted his laces. Nothing pinched, everything fitted, felt comfortable. Fuck. He stood on a deep breath and turned to the ridiculously big mirror and tugged the scarf back down around his neck, running a hand through his hair. "Fuck's sake..."

The skull T-shirt clung a little tighter than he expected. Not quite a second skin, but enough to be noticeable. These clothes were... new and different, and he doesn't know how to process how that made him feel.

He was the kind of guy that could blend into any crowd, could fade into the background and be unnoticed. He liked being invisible. Hated being in the spotlight.

The jeans made him feel like an asshole.

The shirt made him look like a twat.

And yet, who he found staring back in the mirror was a man that could pass for an everyday bloke. One who didn't live on the fringes of society, one who hadn't done the things he had. This was a guy who could be content curled up on the sofa with a book and a cup of tea. The kind of man that had roots, who had friends and family that stood by him...had his back.

Simon stepped out of that cubicle, feeling more naked than he had when he'd stripped down. Yet, a strange sense of security washed over him as he faced his commanding officer with an apprehensive stare.

Price had that stupid, dopey grin plastered on his face, just like when he was congratulating his troops on a job well done.

"There he is," Price whispered as he reached up to ruffle his hair, and he batted the hand away, scowling as he ducked out of the changing room.

"Fuckin' hell, sir..."

"Garrick...I'm warnin' ya..." he growled, shoving the smaller man towards the exit of the store. "Not another fuckin' word."

#If you guys have seen Barry and Sam's banter on lives...I just imagine that's how the whole team are! #john soap mactavish #ghostsoap #ghost mw2 #modern warfare #cod ghost #call of duty mwii #kyle gaz garrick #ghost riley #cod modern warfare #mw2 #captain price #john price #mw3 #mw2 fanfic #mw3 fanfic #warzone screens

[madnessformunson]

Double Daddy Part 5

Warnings: pregnancy, mean girls, a little angsty, mentions of food, mentions of pain

Note: I wasn’t going to post this yet but I just can’t wait. My account it being super weird and I’m unable to reply to any comments 🥺

Part 6

You had stuck the book Joyce gave you into your backpack so you could look through it during your free period. During your first class you pulled your notebook out of your book bag making the “What to Expect When You're Expecting” book fall out. Jason Carver glanced down and saw it, “whoa I think you dropped your book about pregnant ladies”

“Can it Carver” you yelled at him. Causing him to put his hands up in defense.

Later at lunch Eddie and the rest of the party sat at their usual lunch table. El and Will distanced themselves from Eddie after finding out he was the baby’s father but you knew how much Will enjoyed Hellfire. You told him to go ahead and keep playing, that it wouldn’t bother you. Chrissy was sitting practically on Eddie’s lap as she pushed around her meal on her tray. Gareth told a slightly crude joke making the whole party break out into a laugh while Chrissy sat making a face. “I don’t see how that’s funny at all” she snapped. Jeff rolled his eyes. Gareth replied, “I wish y/n still sat with us, she always thought our jokes were funny.” Eddie stiffened up and Chrissy let out an annoyed groan. “How is y/n doing anyway?” Jeff asked Will and El.

El shrugged, “good I guess. She complains a lot about how her pants don’t fit and she acts really strange all the time” Will continued, “yeah I know last night I saw her dip her banana in ranch dressing” as he made a disgusted face. “Ew that’s actually really gross” Chrissy said with a huff. She got off Eddie’s lap and started pulling him up to leave. Eddie looked over at the table you sat at with Robin, you were laughing as you dipped your banana in the ranch and Robin gagged. You looked to be really enjoying it.

It was Friday night and you were laying in bed as usual. You never went anywhere besides school and work anymore. You heard a knock on your door and perked up. It was Steve. “Hey y/n/n, whatcha up too?” He said as he entered and sat on the end of your bed.

“Clearly I’m extremely busy” you said moving your arms around and you both chuckled.

“So I was thinking, what if me and you go out tomorrow night? Maybe to Starcourt and the diner? You’ve been cooped up in this room for far too long”

“I don’t think my dad would let me Steve”

“Already checked! He said it was fine as long as with bring Will and El”

“Will and El being our babysitters? I don’t think so” you scoffed throwing your head back down on the pillow

“Come on, it will still be fun! Pretty please!” Steve said with big puppy dog eyes that were hard to say no to.

“Ok fine” you whispered.

“Perfect, I'll be here tomorrow at 4 to pick you up!”

As soon as he left you called Nancy and Robin asking them to come over tomorrow to help you get ready.

Saturday afternoon came and the girls sat on the bed as clothes covered your bedroom floor.

“I’m getting so fat, ugh none of this looks right” you said as you threw what felt like the 100th outfit you tried on to the floor.

Robin replied with, “you do know you’re pregnant right?” And nancy leaned over and hit her shoulder

“Ow sorry” Robin muttered.

“You are not fat at all y/n” Nancy said as she came up to stand next to you in the mirror Robin followed behind her.

“She’s right, you look amazing! I wish I looked like you right now” Robin replied.

“Says the two people that can still fit in their jeans” you mumble.

You finally settled on an outfit and Steve came to pick you, Will and El up.

Will and El ditched you as soon as you got to Starcourt leaving Steve and you to wonder about. You enjoyed spending time with Steve, he was funny and caring. After some time you found Will and El and made your way to the diner. You sat at your own table, facing Steve as you looked over the menu.

“I’m starving” you muttered as you flipped through the menu.

“Says the girl who had a slurpee, pretzel bites and an ice cream sundae at the mall” Steve laughed, making you turn red in embarrassment. Steve noticed and quietly said, “but you are eating for two so gotta make sure my girl is fed” which made you feel better.

“I really just want a chocolate shake with some fries” you finally said.

“Then that’s what you and baby are gonna get!” Steve said as he turned to get the waitress so he could order it.

A few booths down Eddie sat with Chrissy.

“So Chris I was reading a pregnancy book and noticed you don’t have any of the common first trimester symptoms? I’ve never seen you have morning sickness or anything” Eddie questioned her.

“Not everyone gets those symptoms Eds, I think I’m just lucky!”

“Yeah I guess that’s possible…maybe we should get you to a doctor so we know everything is alright”

“I called to make an appointment but there was a waitlist, I’ll call again this week I promise. Everything is good here” Chrissy said, forcing out a smile. She knew she was going to have to step her game up. Eddie was starting to get suspicious.

As the weeks went by you started to show more and the pregnancy symptoms got more intense.

Joyce made you a doctor's appointment where they gave you a due date and confirmed you and the baby were healthy.

As you were ending your 1st trimester you started to feel better, occasionally still experiencing morning sickness but the doctor told you that was normal.

Steve and you got super close. You hung out all the time, he tried to get you out of the house more but you often just settle for some scary movies and popcorn at home. Your dad even allowed him to take you to and from school (with Will and El supervising of course).

Steve pulled up to your house to take you to school. He knew the second he saw you that you weren’t feeling good. He got really good at reading your expressions.

You huffed are you threw yourself and your bag in the front seat.

“Not feeling well today?” Steve questioned as he rubbed your thigh.

You shook your head.

“What’s going on? Do you have a headache or just nauseous again?”

Before you could answer he said, “oh no are you getting those round ligament pains already?”

“No” you chuckle, “just feeling nauseous from the smell of my dad cooking bacon. How the heck do you know what round ligament pain is?”

“Oh I’ve been reading a pregnancy book. I’m not a girl thankfully so I have no idea what you are going through but I like to have somewhat of an idea so I can help” he said with a small smile.

“That’s really sweet Steve”

“Yay Steve that’s so sweet of you” Will mocked in the back sit with El. You turn around and punch him in the shoulder.

“Ow” Will said as he rubbed his arm.

“I made you some ginger tea y/n, I read it’s supposed to help” he said as he passed you the travel mug. “Oh and there are some crackers in the glove box, just in case”

You smiled and thanked him.

When you got to school you noticed Chrissy’s belly was still pretty flat. You weren’t huge yet by any means, and to the average person wouldn’t even guess you were pregnant. You just looked bloated.

After one of your classes you went to the restroom. Afterwards as you made your way to wash your hands you saw Chrissy at the sink fixing her lip gloss.

“You are getting fat” she said not looking away from herself in the mirror.

“Yeah weird huh. I guess you aren’t far behind me” you said with a wink as you dried your hands to leave.

The next day you had another doctor's appointment so you were late to class. You rush into Mrs Clicks class with your books in hand.

“Sorry I’m late Mrs Click here is my doctor's note” you handed it off to her. As she inspected it you noticed Eddie staring at you. You didn’t notice that your book pulled your top up a bit, slightly exposing the side of your belly. You quickly adjusted yourself and when Mrs Click accepted your note you headed to your seat.

Later that night you were home alone. Steve had to work and your dad took Joyce out for a date night. El and Will went to Mike's house so you decided to nap. That’s until the phone started ringing.

“Hello?” You picked it up slightly out of breath.

“Uh y/n? It’s me, Eddie”

Your heart dropped.

It was silent on the line for a few moments.

“Hello, are you there?” Eddie said.

“Yeah, I’m here. What do you need” you said, trying to control your tone.

“Just wanted to see how you were doing”

“So all of the sudden you care about me? After what 12ish weeks?” You scoffed.

“I never stopped caring y/n/n I promise. I just, I just got confused. Chrissy got in my head.” He sounded so small on the phone.

“Oh so you believed a girl you just met instead of me, your best friend for literally years” now you were getting pissed.

“I’m sorry”

“I don’t want your ‘sorry’ I don’t care what happened or what Chrissy said. You abandoned me when I needed you most. You made me feel…used. I don’t care what you have to say Eddie, the damage has been done”

“If you’d just let me expl-“ you cut him off, “I don’t care to hear it, Eddie seriously! I’m done with your shit. You left me to deal with the aftermath of something we both did alone. I can never forgive you for what you have done.” You started to sniffle but stopped yourself. You didn’t want him to hear you cry.

“Ok I’m-“ he started to talk again but you felt a stabbing pain in your abdomen.

“Ow!” You let out, not meaning to but you couldn’t control it.

“Are you ok?” He sounded really worried.

��Yeah I just- ow ow ow!” Tears started forming in your eyes, the pain was so intense. You dropped the phone.

“Y/n? Hello y/n!” Eddie called out but you were doubled over in pain.

“I’m coming y/n just wait right there!” Eddie yelled as he hung up the phone and ran as fast as he could to his van.

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