#my body being bigger is not a problem but my clothes being too small is

[gaybitchfx]

-❄️ Character(s): Dad Zhongli + Kid Xiao

-❄️ Type of reader: M!Reader

-❄️ Category: SFW + hybrid AU

-❄️ Warning(s): None

-❄️ Part 1

-❄️ Edited: ❌

“You’re such a cutie, look just like your father.” You cooed at Xiao as he ate, his big eyes looking up at you as you fed him. Xiao moved his wings a little, he hadn’t yet lost the feathers on his arms since he was only a few days old now. And because he was so young you often kept him close knowing he couldn’t maintain his body temperature.

“I can’t wait till he gets older.” Zhongli hummed as he gently rubbed the feathers that littered Xiao’s arms. A few months later and Xiao managed to learn how to walk and run around pretty quickly. However, flying was a big problem.

“Get down from there!” You shouted at your child seeing how he was going to jump from the top of the drawer to teach himself how to fly.

“Chi!” He chirped as you quickly scooped him up into your arms, your heart relaxing. “You can’t just jump from high places and think you’ll fly my sweet boy.” You sighed and moved his hair from his chubby face. His brows furrowed as he folded his wings across from one another, upset.

“I know I know, you want to learn how to fly like papa, but because your dad's child as well you won’t be able to because your wings won’t last long. Well, it depends.” You told him as you went to his room and got him a change of clothes, him having made a mess of his previous ones. None of his clothes had sleeves unless it was winter and spring.

Xiao let out small chirps as he flapped his wings, eager to want to learn how to fly at such a young age. Sighing you picked him back up. “Zhongli! I’ll be going out with Xiao for a bit could you watch the house while I’m gone?” You shouted, he was in an entirely different room.

“Yeah! Be safe!” He shouted back and so you left, unfolding your wings and flying to a reasonable level around the area till you were now at an area where there were barely any trees or anything in general. Placing your child down, you got to somewhat eye level with him. “So first my little one, you have to open your wings like this.” You demonstrated by extending yours as far as you could, him doing the same, his eyes twinkling see your wings up close.

“Try lightly flapping them, not too fast though.” Xiao began flapping his wings but not in the way you told him. “No no, like this.” You held his wings and moved them slowly before releasing them as he continued moving them at that pace. “Such a good boy!” You cooed and gave him many kisses on his cheeks, many chirps leaving his mouth. You told him to speed it up a little bit and a couple of times he’d end up levitating off the ground before going back onto his feet.

“You did such a good job! Papas so proud of you!” You picked Xiao up and hugged him, pressing his cheek against yours as he wrapped his wings around your neck to the best he could. Time went on and Xiao began getting bigger, yet seemed small at the same time. That wasn’t a problem though, he was still as healthy as ever.

“Daddddd! Papaaaaa!” Xiao called out as he quickly flew into his parent's bedroom like he was a hummingbird before landing on you and Zhongli’s bed, you being the first to wake up.

“It’s my birthday!” He exclaimed the seven year olds face beaming with joy as he fluttered his wings. The feathers on his arms, that made up his wings, hadn’t disappeared at all so he’d end up like your aunt. “Is that so? You’re a big boy now aren’t you Xiao? Isn’t that right Zhongli?” You yawned and smiled softly before looking over at Zhongli who was still sound asleep.

“Zhongli!” You shouted making the poor man jump out of his sleep, barely saving himself a heart attack. “Y…Yes, my love?” Zhongli quickly answered as he sat up.

“It’s Xiao’s birthday today. He’s going to be the big seven.” You smiled and began tickling Xiao as he giggled, tossing and turning as he tried to stop you from ticking him. “It was almost like yesterday he had hatched. They grow so fast.” Zhongli sighed as he looked at his family with a soft and gentle gaze. “Alright, Mr! Let’s get you ready! We’re going to Liyue for your birthday.” Xiao let out a yell of excitement as he flew back to his room, you and Zhongli not too far behind.

The entire day was nothing but fun, Xiao even got to play with kids his age. “You tired?” You asked Xiao as he rested his head on your shoulder his thumb slightly in his mouth as his eyes would close but quickly open again. “No..” He grumbled as he tried fighting his sleep. “Don’t worry Xiao, just get some sleep and we’ll play with you tomorrow how’s that?” Zhongli offered. Hearing the word 'play' made Xiao nod his head as he relaxed in your hold and fell fast asleep.

“He’s just like you y’know.” Zhongli laughed making you look at him with a raised brow. “What do you mean he’s just like me?” You huffed and fixed Xiao so he could be more comfortable. “So stubborn unless you’re being bargained with.” He said making you roll your eyes and begin to walk faster than you were previously doing.

“But it’s true dear!” Zhongli called out as he tried following you till you took off and flew your way home making Zhongli chuckle as he walked.

-❄️tags: @jkloserdazai @reallyromealone @lostsomewhereinthegarden

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[plussizefantasia]

Orange Slices

Flufftober Day 19: Sweaters

Aaron Hotchner x Plus Size! reader

Word Count: 1.0k

AN: I know that I always write with bigger bodies in mind, but this one does mention sharing clothes and some body image stuff. If that bothers you, please protect yourself and don't read. It's still really fluffy but I just want to give a heads up.

Anyway, I love a cute little hotchner family moment and this was really fun to write. I'll see y'all tomorrow <3

divider credit @royallaesthetics

Aaron always took care of the people he loved, it was something he was incredibly good at and something you loved to witness. He took care of you, his team, Jack, and Jessica, and he had tried his best to take care of Haley until the two of them split.

One way he cared for Jack was by coaching his soccer team. He spent extra time with his son, running drills in your backyard. And Saturday mornings were pledged to soccer games. 

The best way that you could put the weather this Saturday morning was brisk. When you had gotten to the fields Jack had run away immediately after getting out of the car to go join the rest of his team. Aaron had helped you unload the cooler with halftime snacks and drinks, your folding chair, and the bag that Aaron brought when he coached full of cones and two or three extra pairs of socks and shin-pads for kids who might’ve forgotten them.

“It’s a little chilly this morning dontcha think Aaron?” You had asked, walking side by side with him, both of your arms full.

“Too cold? I can run back to the house real quick and grab you a jacket.”

“No, no. I’ll be fine it’s not that bad.”

“You sure hon?” You smiled at his concern.

“Yes, Aaron I’m sure I’ll be okay.”

You were not okay. Well at first you were, the first quarter went by kind of fast and Jack had scored a goal right off the bat so you were pretty pumped. But as time went on and things became a little less exciting you started noticing the crisp air biting at your skin more and more. It wasn’t enough for you to complain, but you did start rubbing your hands up and down your arms while you sat to try and generate some friction heat.

Aaron noticed because of course he did, it’s his job to notice and while he might not get paid to notice things about you, you’re one of the most important things in his life and he likes to keep tabs on you.

So when he sees your leg start bouncing and you beginning to blow into your hands to try and warm them up he makes his way over to you. He lets the other coach know that he’ll be right back and shouts some parting encouragement at the kids while he walks away.

“Cold?” He asks, but it’s not a question. He knows you’re cold. He knows everything about you, like how the pout you’re giving him means that you’re going to say no but you don’t mean it, you just don’t like being wrong.

“I’m fine Aaron, don’t you have a team to coach?” He notes the attempt at deflection but also notes the little puff of air that he sees coming out of your mouth when your hot breath meets the cool air.

“Take my jacket.” He starts unzipping the three-quarter zip that he bought just so that you can share. Aaron’s jackets usually don’t have a problem fitting you in the shoulder area or length but you had hated the way his coat had clung to your stomach the first time he offered it to you.

And he noticed because he always does. So the next day he went to the store and bought himself this sweater, it was a little too big for him. Not baggy enough to be noticeable, but he did have to push the sleeves up when he wore it because the cuffs on the end didn’t hold onto his wrists.

But the extra room in the sweater meant that it was perfect for you, you could share it and in moments like these, that was kind of a lifesaver.

Aaron shucked his sweater off leaving him in just a plain grey long-sleeve shirt and his black sweatpants.

“No Aaron you're gonna get cold.”

“But you already are.” Was his reply. Not even moments later did a small body crash into yours.

“Did you see that goal I scored!?” Jack’s exclamation and excitement put an end to whatever potential back and forth was about to commence and you slowly pulled the sweater over your head while Jack gave you a play-by-play of the game you had just been watching. 

“You’re doing good Kiddo, you’ve got one more half think you can do it?” You asked offering him a small red Gatorade from your cooler and an orange.

‘Course’ I can, m’ not even tired.” 

“Okay Jack, go kick butt.” He gave you one more hug and took a final swig of his drink before tossing the still-half-full bottle at you and running back out to the field. 

Aaron turned to you, “Keep the sweater hon, I’ll be fine. Promise.” He placed a chaste kiss on your forehead and went to go give the team the halftime pep talk that got them hyped for the last thirty-ish minutes of the game.

You had to admit though, that watching the second half of the game was a lot more enjoyable than previously, where you were more focused on not losing any fingers than what was going on. 

Jack played a great second half, scoring two more goals and winning it for his team. And Aaron looked great standing on the sideline, anytime you got to watch your kid have fun and check out your husband at the same time was a win in your book.

When the game ended and Jack helped you and Aaron pack up everything you’d brought, minus a few oranges, you’d all clambered into the minivan and Aaron pulled out of the parking lot. But he had gone the opposite way to your house.

“Where are we going, Dad?” Jack had asked from the back seat.

“To go get another sweater, just to keep in the car.” You had hit his arm at that and started sulking in the passenger seat. Aaron had just cracked a grin and chuckled a little at your reaction and Jack had just called out, “Can we get a hot chocolate too? I’m a little chilly.” 

At that, both you and Aaron burst out laughing.

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[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Sick Ruben

This is a very cute smut😊

Summary - Reader takes care of a sick Ruben Dias.

Enjoy!

You woke up to daylight slipping through the window blinds and somthing warm burning your back.

"Ruben?" You groaned and turned around to find your boyfriend sleeping peacefully beside you. The only problem was that his body was burning up. You put a hand to his forhead but quickly withdrew it. A quiet gasp left your mouth. "Ruben wake up. I think you've got a fever."

His eyebrows furrowed as you tried to stir him awake.

"Please wake up."

"My head." He groaned.

"I'll go downstairs and get the thermostat."

Ruben tried to move as you slipped out of bed. However he was too weak to even lay on his back.

You headed downstairs and returned with the thermostat, a glass of water and somthing for Rubens headache.

"Here baby, swallow this." You said, handing Ruben the small pill.

"What is it?" He struggled to open his eyes and look at you.

"Just swallow it baby, it will help with your headache."

Ruben manage to take one look at the pill before curling his lip. "I don't need it." He muttered.

"Of course you don't." You sighed. Ruben hated appearing weak. Pain was something he was taught to endure, however right now you were worried that things were going to get worse unless he let you take care of him.

"Baby please. Do it for me?"

He sighed, but stretched out his hand for you to put the pill in.

"Thank you." You bent down to kiss his cheek, then left Ruben to rest as you got dressed and headed back downstairs. You arrange with your boss so that you could work from home for the day. Somthing told you that you would have to keep an extra eye out for Ruben who hated being sick.

It was all going well. Ruben was sleeping peacefully upstairs whilst you prepared to bring him his meal. Then all of a sudden you heard a loud thud above your head, like somthing being dropped to the floor.

"Ruben?"

You dropped everything and rushed towards the stairs.

"Ruben what is...?" You stopped in the frame of your bedroom door, shook by the scene you were met with. His clothes were scattered across the floor and drawer boxes had been pulled out from their frames. Ruben sat on the floor in the middle of the room, tugging at a pair of man city socks to go onto his feet.

"Ruben?" You addressed him in your calmest most patient voice. "Why are you getting dressed in your training gear?"

"Oh hey baby. " Ruben turned his head, suprised to see you. "Didn't know you were coming to watch me today. Did Bernardo drive you here?"

"Um...no sweetie, he didn’t." You approached him slowly, clearly Ruben had been strucked by a feverish daze of some sort, because he never left for training dressed in his gear, he would always change clothes at the training grounds, and besides, Ruben wasn't leaving anywhere today with a 40 degrees fever.

"Ruben do you know where you are right now?" You knelt down before him. His gaze remained on his feet where he was still struggling with his left sock. His forhead was dabbed with sweat but his body trembled a little as he shivered.

"Ruben? I said, do you know where you are right now?" You stretched out a hand to touch him but Ruben jumped back, eyes full of fear.

"Hey. It's just me." You said, holding up your hands before you. "Your girlfriend."

"My girlfriend?" He frowned.

"Yes, your girlfriend. Please tell me you haven't forgotten about me?" You chuckled.

Something about your smile made his face mellow.

"My girlfriend." He repeated, as if testing to see if they fitted into his current narrative.

You flinched as he dropped the socks and stood.

"Ruben." You gasped. He stumbled backwards, struggling to find his balance.

"Baby, you have to go back to bed." You stood up and grabbed his arm, tugging at it to force him to sit down. However Ruben was bigger than you, much bigger. In the end all you could do was make sure that he didn't fall over where he stood.

"Oh Ruben." You said. He looked so pale and so confused. Perhaps he wasn't used to feeling this weak, this disoriented.

"Y/N." He said, voice quiet.

"Yes baby?"

"I don't feel so good." He sat down on the edge of the bed, facing you as you moved to stand before him.

"I know baby,  I know."

Slowly you tugged at the hem of his Manchester jersey, pulling it over his head. For a second you thought he'd fight back, but Ruben only tilted his head to watch you helped him undress.

"I think a shower might help you feel a little better. Don't you think?"

Ruben nodded his head. "Yes."

You help him to the bathroom, twisting the knobs to turn on the water. You thought a cold shower might help with his fever daze.

"I'll be downstairs if you need me." You said, before turning around to leave the bathroom. Ruben's hand around your wrist stopped you from going any further.

"Is something wrong baby?" You asked. Ruben was looking down at you with furrowed brows.

"Don't leave." He said.

"I'll be right downstairs." You reassured.

"Can't you stay here? Shower with me?"

Your lips twitched into a smile. "Ruben, I'm afraid the water is going to be too cold for me to bare."

"Then turn the heat back up." He protested.

You shook your head. "No baby, it's needs to be cold. It will help with your fever."

Ruben frowned. "Then I don't want to shower."

"Ruben." You gasped. He was still holding onto your wrist, refusing to let you go. "Baby?" You tilted your head, bringing a hand to caress his cheek. He closed his eyes feeling your touch.

"Can't I just go back to bed."

You shook your head. "No. But..." He would do it for you, you thought and removed your shirt, pulling it over your head. Ruben had often gone out his way to care of you whenever you were sick. You should do the same for him.

There was a draft as you stepped out of your pajama shorts, leaving you to stand before him in the nude.

Rubens gaze wandered up and down you body, but he shamefully turned his head once you caught him starting at you.

"It's okay baby. You can look." Somthing about his current illness made him less comfortable with you, but you were suprised that he let you pull down his sweats along with his underpants. You led him into the shower with your back to the water. You jumped a little as the cold sensation slid down your body.

"Sorry." You whispered as your sudden reaction casued you to bump into Ruben, who still stood holding your hands.

"It's not too bad." You said, urging for him to step closer to the water. He groaned once the cold hit him. But once he adjusted to it his body relaxed.

"There, does it feel better?"

Ruben nodded and to your surprise, grabbed a hold of your waist, pulling you stand closer to him. You continued showering this way, with Rubens hands on your waist and you shampooing his hair. Once you were done you help him dry himself and put on clean clothes. Returning to the bedroom Ruben lay down on the bed to rest whilst you cleaned up the mess he had caused, as well as putting back the broken drawer into it's frame.

"Please stay" Ruben said once you brought him his lunch. He finnish the warm soup in almost one go.

"Ruben, I have to get started on the work on my computer." You said, setting his bowl of soup aside.

"Just until I go to sleep." He begged.

"Okay."

You crawled into the bed with him, cuddling up to his side. Rubens fever seemed to have gone down a bit and the warmth he cradled you with was far more comforting than it had been this morning.

"Is this okay?" He said as you felt his hand go to you waist, railing you in a bit.

"Of course Ruben."

You put your hand over his to reassure him, giving it a light squeeze.

"My head doesn't hurt anymore." He said, sounding like he was on the edge of falling asleep.

"That's good baby. You had me a bit worried there."

"Thank you for taking care of me." He muttered. Soon his breathing slowed down, caressing your neck. This time you were sure that Ruben had finally allowed himself to go to sleep.

#fanfiction #man city #manchester city #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias #cuddles #football x reader #football imagine #ruben dias imagine #football angst #footballer x reader

[thecrownestt]

Clutter

Is this too much? Slob talk? Ancillary slob talk? Let's be playful and say it's cool.

Imagine being a docile, go with the flow type of feedee. Willing to be cute and pampered, and eager to look nice for a feeder. A classic, heartfelt tale of two love birds doing what they desire because their partner desires it. Eating because she likes how it makes her feel, and feeding her because he likes how it makes him feel. Win win. The stuff that makes any relationship easy. If I do what makes me happy, it makes you equally happy. How great.

And he's so so good at being a feeder. Always knows when she is due for a snack or a craving. Attentive to the ambiance that someone needs if they are gaining. Takes care of the odds and ends, like laundry, dishes, cleaning. It's easy to be comfortable with a changing, growing body when all the other constants are met.

So what happens if he strategically slacks one week? A week's worth of empty containers and pizza boxes sit in the corner of the bedroom. Sure, nothing with actual spoiling food scraps are in them, but they are still there. A lingering reminder of ugly corporate logos and generic packaging in the midst of an otherwise cozy room fitted with good, modern decor.

It isn't like she is ever going to ~dream~ about dealing with the trash on her own. That hasn't been her job for years. It's unbecoming of a proper lady to tend to strain herself to do busy work. He would always shush her back towards a seat or the bed if she tried. Those worries aren't meant for someone so delicate and soft, certainly not when they could be easing off a big meal.

And the problem is ignored.

For a while.

The weight trickles onto her frame. They don't check the scale often, who needs to when the carnal look in his eyes let her know that she isn't just being wishful about a few extra inches on her waist.

The pile of boxes and bags in the corner grows in tandem. What was a job for one trash bag now starts to become a point of fixation on its own. Pizza boxes in a stack going up to his knees. A disorganized mound of Styrofoam containers that he tosses a new addition on top of.

She mentions the pile. It's getting a bit unwieldy? He brushes her off. She's being far too uptight. It's nothing. It's a tomorrow problem. Does it sound any bit as good as eating a slice of cheesecake for dessert? It never seems to.

The new routine becomes accepted. Normal. Weeks go by. Clothes get tighter. The first stack of pizza boxes reach the ceiling. How many does that even take? How much of that added to the new stretch marks working their way up her stomach? Is it that direct?

More weeks. More months. More clutter. More space being commandeered by a couple with no guardrails.

Yes, dear, there's always more.

Please, darling, bring me more.

Let me help you up.

I need you to make this easier and grab my hand.

How many of the prettiest girls have someone to be so practical about assistance in the shower?

Her belly grows. Her torso thickens. Chest in the way. Legs and ass wobbling beyond sight. She has gotten bigger.

So has the trash.

Her absent minded hand traces the edge of her love handle. She's lucid. Some of her window is being covered by the trash. When he comes into the room, he navigates a small path amidst the heap. If she wanted to roll to the one side of the bed, she'd see that the boxes and wrappers have begun to pile up against the bed. Under the frame.

Is this how much a person eats in a year? Is this what they needed to be reminded of... how visibly shocking the price of growing into 4x's in a single year requires?

A single year. How about two?

Moving isn't easy anymore. He brings most everything to her. He tends to her needs, and he never allows any negativity.

The room is dark. Although the bed is quite sizeable, there's a stray bottle of soda or crumpled fast food bag that tips onto the bed. It's beginning to become unsafe for her to be on her feet for very long. Heavy, wobbling steps are no match for an uneven surface of cardboard and garbage strewn about on the floor. The window allows a few stray beams of light to reach her bloated, unmoving body.

Did he know they would view the trash with such disregard? So as to look at her new rolls, listen to her deep huffs and puffs, and think "don't you forget where this came from, it's literally closing you in."

It's claustrophobic. Overwhelming. A world closing in. Her own body consuming the space around her. The evidence of what it takes.

The last time she could see out the window, her belly didn't fully touch the bed when she was on all fours. The floor covered entirely in about the time it took her to grow a cute fat roll on her arm. An artwork of desire. How much do you give up to pursue this life? How much do you gain? What does it take? The reminder is panic inducing, but also resignation. Fat slobs do not become this way magically. It happens slowly, gradually creeping onto someone. Discreet. Looking the problem in the face and denying it's ever going to be as concerning as giving up on the blind desire between two lovers.

#female weight gain #get fatter #feedist #obese #looking for a feedee #gaining kink #ssbbw feedee #slob kink

[didishawn]

Breeding + Size kink w Ferran please????🤭🤭🤭🤭

Baby fever (Ferran x Reader) smut

Warnings: smut, breeding kink, size kink, some Spanish

Masterlist

You would have been dumb to not notice the signs.

It all started after a favor for your brother, taking care of your noisy, annoying yet lovable nephews so he could go out and get laid. Ferran, being the amazing boyfriend he is, obviously went with you.

And from that moment, your boyfriend's baby fever started, and doesn't matter how much he tries to hide it, you notice.

How he stops to watch baby clothing shops, sometimes commenting on how cute the mini shoes are.

His tiktok only showing him baby videos, the same on insta.

He is always offering to look after any teammate's baby.

You notice it the most, when he is inside of you, babbling of how pretty you would look pregnant, begging you to let him cum inside, talking about how bigger your breasts will be when filled up with milk.

You never have the opportunity to talk about it, as he always acts innocent and confused when you dare to comment about it.

You decided to address the problem yourself.

Ferran's hips have a quick and desperate rhythm as they hit against yours, one hand on your hip to keep you in place, the other foundling with your breasts, there is a special twinkle in his eye that makes it clear to you what he is thinking about.

He groans as he watches his cock thrusting inside of you, the pace has you moaning out at how rough and unforgiving it is, your nails digging into his back motivating him to go faster.

The bed is creaking, you are sure one day he will break it at how strong e goes. He is so much bigger than you, doesn't slow down when your little hands push into his lower abs, his mind only thinking about how sweet your small figure will look when your belly is round and full of his children, one kid after another, his brain already enamoured with how you will look pregnant with his child.

"Joder, amor. You are so tight around me. Fuck you every day, yet your little body doesn't seem to fit me yet. So full of me, will be fuller once you are pregnant with my kids. Gonna have lots of them, won't we? Them running around and you pregnant with the next" (shit, love)

You dumbly nod at whatever he says, honestly your mind is so hazed from the pleasure you cannot fully comprehend, bit you can guess what he is saying. Not even he knows what he is rambling about, you walls are tight around him, as if wanting to milk him from everything he has to offer, one time, another and another, too many rounds have passed, too many rounds are yet to come. The night won't end until he is satisfied with how many cum there is inside you.

"Fuck me harder, Ferran! Fill me up! Make me pregnant with your children so we can have the family you so long for, my love. I cvant wait until I am full of you. God, Ferran, you are everything. Everywhere I see you are there, so fucking big"

He groans, head falls back as he cums once more, breathing deeply and playing with your clit making you too fall over the edge.

You are too sensitive, he knows, yet can't help but kiss your breasts, sucking one nipple and play with the other, you moan at the feeling of his cold chain against your hot skin.

He doesn't move from inside you, one hand reaching out for something, he picks up your hips, levelling them up and putting them on top of the soft pillow he had picked up.

"Like this my cum can go deeper. Rest up, darling, we are not done yet"

You decide to have the talk later, your boyfriend seems to gave forgotten you are still on birth control.

You are comfortable as you cuddle into him, both of you rambling about the future.

It may not be now, but you, are sure you will have this man's kids.

#ferran torres imagine #ferran torres x reader #ferran torres smut #ferran torres #ferran #barca #fc barca #barcelona #spanish nt #spain national team #spain nt #pedri

[aph-mable]

Dp x MHA prompt/story; ghostly child.

Okay so this idea been turning in my head for most of the day so I'm going to try to write this, anyone is free to add to it too.

Main plot is this; Danny is on the run from the GIW, being injured enough to cause him to de-age to around 6-7 years old. Same power strength and mind, but suffering from pretty bad injuries such as dissection, and having a lightning scar on his arm from the accident, others are from dealing with the other ghosts.

Danny does try to survive by himself, mainly useing the tricks and abilities he learned from his rouges, mostly doing the bare minimum to get by like steal food and clothes, sometimes kick bad guys to the curb but mostly keeps to himself.

He is in the MHA because during his escape he ended up creating a portal, while doing so he was begging for safety and to finally be accepted, the infinite realms awnsered by placing him a universe of heros, though it takes Danny some time to realize that.

Now with that established time to try and start the story, (though writing this while a bit tired)

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Danny's bare feet echoed as he ran through the rain storm, it made his body shiver yet he kept pushing through as his medical gown was almost causing him to trip due to it being a size a bit to big.

Yet it didn't matter to the young boy as he ran through the dark streets and alleyways, the pitch blackness of the night helped cover his tracks as he pushed his body forward.

All Danny knew was he needed to run, get away from the men in snow white suits, or else his blood will be splattered again.

No, no, that can't happen again, they had already cut Danny's body over a thousand times that he worried if there was anything human left of him.

His hair was already permanently white, his eyes now a sickly green that shined like spot lights in the dark, he even lost the real need to breath which was the only reason he hasn't collapsed yet.

The sickly young boy only stopped running when he slammed into a trash can, causing him to fall over and cry out in pain as his hands and knees bleed out a toxic red and green.

Painful sobs escaped his mouth as he culled up behind a dumpster, useing what little shelter from the pouring rain.

Finally unable to go any further Danny passes out, coughing now and then as he falls into a restless sleep.

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The sounds of birds chipping and passing by cars woke up Danny as the sunrise peeked though the clouds.

Rubbing his eyes and sticking to the shadows Danny crawled from his hiding spot to see where he even was, everything felt so much bigger then they used to be and it was kind of scary.

When Danny peeked around the corner what he saw made his eyes widen.

People and humanoid creatures walked the streets, drove in cars, and chatted away like there wasn't a problem in the world, living their lives without a care around them.

How long was Danny locked up? How far has the world move on that both human amd supernaturals could live together without fear? Would he be accepted for once or rejected again and hunted?

Too many questions filled the young halfa's mind, he needed to get away from the crowds and find some where safe, after all the Guys In White was most likely still looking for him.

Backing away further into the shadows Danny took twisting turns and back paths just to try and stay hidden. Ducking behind whatever he could find like a scared beast whenever a loud or sudden noise happened.

After hours of wondering the streets a painful growl came from Danny's stomach, reminding him that he was still human enough to need food, real food, not just literal trash.

Grumbling Danny went looking for an out of way convince store or small food shop, knowing full well he will have to steal from it. He would possibly go to a bigger food chain that wouldn't care as much about a few missing items, but Danny was still scared of being seen by too many people.

Finally finding a shop that was out of the way and didn't seem to have even a customer inside it Danny took his chance.

Pulling at his core and useing what energy he had, turned himself invisible and intangible as he walked right through the door.

Moving quickly he grabbed what his tiny arms could hold, which was a water bottle and twi pre made sandwiches.

Looking at the check out counter he could see a very tired looking young lady with stripes and long fangs, looking close to a wearcat, bored out of her mind. Werid words and colorful posters sounded her like some kind of ads.

Seeing he wasn't noticed yet Danny bolted for the door.

His invisibility slipped just as he passed the store clerk, leaving her only a sight of a small white haired boy in a werid gown phasing though the doors. It took only a second to make her realize he was running with unpaid store items.

Danny could hear distant yelling as he booked it back to the darkness of the alleyways, catching a few other people's attention but escaping.

Once sure no one was chasing him, Danny wolfed down his sandwiches and downed the water. Ancients, he hadn't even eaten or even got a proper drink like that in ages, tye most he gotten was the bare minimum to keep him alive.

Now a bit more fulied and a clearer mind Danny was planning his next move, which was finding a place to well, live in. A place to hide away from and maybe make his new haunt if it stays a good spot.

As he dusted himself off a near by broken mirror caught his eye. Moving forward Danny could see himself for the first time in a long while... it was a bit distressing.

Standing in the reflection was a young boy no older then 7, with snow white hair that was long and tangled with ectoplasm abd blood, wearing an oversized medical gown that was torn at the bottom, showing his recent knee injuries and barely hiding his lightning scar and others. Lime green eyes stared back at him as tears were rolling down his crumb covered face.

Not wanting to look at the monster in the mirror any longer, Danny matched forward in hopes to find an abounded building close by so he wouldn't have to pass out on the streets again.

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An unknown amount of weeks passed by, during that time Danny had found an old shack not to far off from a small stream and bridge.

From there he stole the odd blanket or clothing that were left in the wind to dry, making a nest withing the rotting boards. Danny manged to get his hands on a few shirts and shorts that would fit his smaller body better, yet kept the bloodied hospital gown, mostly as a way to cover up a big hole in the wall.

During his raids to get resources Danny did get spotted many more times, especially when trying to snach food, but so far hasn't been chased further then a block or two.

Danny had quickly found out two major factors of this new place; firstly he couldn't read anything, everything looked like werid squiggles and lines, that might be due to him not being good at reading in the first place or the fact he only knew how to read/write ghost since that's what he did to pass the time. Secondly was there were heros and villains, and he wasn't sure who he was more scared of.

Heros were easy to spot since they wore costumes and announced themselves, villains were more subtle most of the time until they start causing trouble.

Danny had a few run in with the latter, mostly just jerks who think a kid would be an easy target. They were proven wrong quickly when Danny knocked them out by barely trying and dragging them to what he thought was a police station.

Heros were much more tricky, Danny mainly blots whenever he sees any, same with police in person, because what if they worked with the GIW? What would happen if they find out Danny was nothing but an abomination, a crime against life and death.

He wasn't going to risk it.

Yet unaware to Danny due to his adventures he had been spotted multiple times by civilian and a few heros too, one or two may have caught a picture of him back when he was still in his medical gown. And with him naturally running whenever a hero was spotted things were getting suspicious.

Heros and officers were alerted to the presents of a young boy who's case was looking scarily similar to another.

Which lead to Danny's main problem now...

He keeps getting chased by heroes!

Danny mostly avoids them by phasing thorough buildings but it was getting annoying. He started to use his intangiblity, floating, and ice abilities more, he didn't use his ecto blasts since he didn't want to cause that much harm. So far he's been stalked and chased by a werid guy made out of wood, a cowboy, and a rabbit lady just this week! That's not counting the police trying to corner him.

The only ones now that weren't giving him any trouble were normal people and the odd villan.

All Danny wanted to do is eat a good sandwich and maybe relax a bit.

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Going to stop here for tonight but might add more later, any suggestions on how to make this story better is appreciated too.

#danny phantom #long reads #autistic writer #danny fenton #danny phantom crossover #de aged danny #dp x mha #mha #dyslexia #mha fanfiction

[multixsposts]

The Jock pt2

Context-> the reader finally realizes that Suguru Geto is no good for her, so she decides to end things, but what happens when the ex bestfriend of the jock swoops in and steals ‘his girl’?.

Warnings -> strong language and name calling will be mentioned.

Fandom/Ship-> Jujutsu Kaisen | Suguru GetoxFem!reader | Satoru GojoxFem!reader

a/n-> i hope you all enjoy, sorry for any incorrect grammar.

You take a deep breath.

Today is the day you’re finally going to gather the courage to end things between you and suguru.

You thought that after the special day everything would be different, and it was!..only for three days, So you’re waiting in the janitor’s closet in the dark wishing Suguru would hurry up before you lose your nerves.

*knock knock knock*

Three knocks was the code for the two of you to make sure it was no one else

after the knocks he opens the door, squeezing his way into the cluttered closet.

“alright. let’s make this quick, yeah?. got practice in 15 minutes.” he whispers as his hands fly up the bottom of your shirt, ready to pull it over your head.

but what he didn’t expect was your hands pushing his muncher bigger ones away..

“y/n..stop fooling around. I told you i-”

“i’m done with this.” you tell him, your eyes shut, afraid to look at him.

It was quiet for a moment.. too quiet… your eyes stayed shut your hands still on his making sure he wouldn’t try to pull your clothes off either way.

you heard him scoff.

“what?.” his voice harsher than when he came in.

“i-..im done with this…” you got the courage to open your eyes and look at him, his eyes fixed with emotions you couldn’t even put your finger on.

You remove your hands from his and motion them between the two of you.

“i’m over this ‘relationship’ im tired of the way you treat me.. the way you call me names and then act completely different behind closed doors. I don’t deserve this.” you say, your voice growing more confident with every word that left your lips.

His brows furrow, his facial expression turning angry.“you..can’t be serious?.” his head shakes a little as he takes the smallest step away from you, it not making that much of a difference since you two are in a small closet together.

“but i am..Suguru-”

“i told you to call me Geto when we’re alone.” He hushes out, his eyes never leaving yours.

“don’t you see?? that’s the problem…you only care about me when we’re alone..and it’s just because you want to use me, use my body!, but i can’t keep letting myself be hurt by this a-and by you!..” you’re trying not to cry..your voice shaking as you talk to the man that brought you so much pleasure these past couple of months.

“i care about you even when we aren’t alone, y/n. Why are you being this way?. You’re acting like a whiny bitch.” He seethes out, his teeth clenched and his fist bawled up.. obviously angry at the fact that you want to end this sexual relationship.

“you can’t be helped..” you whisper to yourself. “i’ll see you around, Suguru Geto.” you tell him as you go to leave this stuffy closet.

You flinch as his palm makes contact with the wall next to your head that when it collided it made a loud thud.

“S-suguru-” you squeak out, what’s with this sudden aggression?..

“you think you can find someone better than me?. hm?” his voice dropped an octave as his face gets closer to yours.

“you think anyone else is going to want someone like you?.” he lets out a short laugh, “you aren’t even that pretty..you’d be lucky if someone even looked in your direction.” His words were like venom to you. Your heart stung when he spoke.

“So let’s just get this over with. I’m already late to practice take off your-” his words were caught in his throat as he stared you.

You were crying..full on sobbing.

“jesus christ..” he says to himself as his hand went up to his hair to brush the strand that fell out of his face.

You sink to the floor and you pull your knees to you chest as you sobbed.

Suguru pulls out his phone seeing that he was already 5 minutes late.

Any later than that and he’d be benched the entire next game.

“fuck this.” He says as he left you alone in the dark, cold closet.

The next day you steered clear of Suguru Geto.

Picking at the crust on your ham sandwich you ate lunch in the music room all by yourself.

What Suguru said to you really messed you up..you didn’t think you were that hideous, considering that one of the hottest guys in school wanted to keep having sex with you..

So you couldn’t be that horrendous….right?..

Whatever. Screw him..he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He just wanted to ruin your life, mess with your head.

That’s all he did anyways.

“You know this isn’t the lunch room, right?.” a voice echos through the music room.

Your attention went from the sandwich to the beautiful blue eyed man that stood in front of you.

“yeah..i know.” you tell him and he smiles softly

“mind if i join you?.” he asks.

you just wanted to be alone, but somehow his company doesn’t disturb you so you said “yeah sure..”

You move your things out of the chair that was next to you and you took a seat.

“i..haven’t seen you around before ?.” you ask while he’s pulling out his lunch from the brown paper bag.

“ah. that’s because i skip a lot of school.” he tells you truthfully, taking out a little bag of candy he offers you some, which you politely declined.

“you shouldn’t skip so much school.” you say and chuckles a bit as he takes the wrapper off a cherry flavored sucker.

“don’t you worry about that, sweetheart. It’ll be fine.” he winks at you and puts the sucker in his mouth.

“enough about me, why is a pretty lady like you sitting in here all alone?”. He asks, propping his feet up on the chair in front of him.

Your cheeks heat up at the compliment— did he really just call you pretty?..

“you..think im pretty?” you ask, not daring to look at him afraid he might laugh in your face.

“hm? yeah, of course i do. I find you quite attractive, actually.” he tells you truthfully.

So you decided to look at him and he has the warmest smile on his face. you smile back at him, your heart pulling itself back together after suguru broke it into pieces.

“so..why are you in here all by yourself?” he asks once more

“i-…well it’s a long story” you say feeling comfortable enough to reach a hand into his bag of candy, pulling out a small Hershey Kiss..

“i have time.” he insists.

but should you really tell him about why and how you ended up in this situation?. You don’t even know him..

but you feel so comfortable with him.

this is insane.

But someone wanting to actually listen to your problems just feels so good that you start to spill.

and you keep pouring until it ran out.

After you got done babbling, he was quiet.

he stopped looking directly into your eyes.

You thinks it’s because he thinks you’re a whore, a slut who’ll just sleep with anyone, but what Satoru was really thinking was how Suguru Geto could do something so diabolical to such a beautiful woman.

The silence was cut by Satoru clearing his throat.

“I don’t think i caught your name?.” he asks, his eyes and attention back to you.

“um…it’s y/n….and yours?” you ask, still playing with the little piece of chocolate you stole from his bag.

“ah, sorry about that, It’s Gojo Satoru, but you can call me Satoru.” he tells you while reaching his hand out to shake yours.

You grab his hand and shake it, after what seems like an appropriate amount of time to shake someone’s hand you go to pull yours away, but he has ahold on it.

“That man’s a real jerk. Don’t let what he said get to your head..you’re very beautiful, stunning. Do not settle for anything less because he told you those awful things, okay?.” He tells you, his voice low but soft.

His face closer to yours that you can feel his breath fan your face.

All you can mange to do is nod and he finally let your hand go— the warmth from it already being missed.

“can i walk you to class?..” he asks you, standing up and grabbing his bag.

“oh uh..a-are you sure?” you question as you stand up as well gathering your food from the lunch you didn’t have the appetite to eat.

He just chuckles, your are just so cute.

“I’m sure, darling.” He takes another piece of candy from his bag.

“well..if you insist.” you two walk to the door and you just decide to throw away your lunch.

The two of you walk to your next class, the hall feeling much smaller than it normally does, your shoulders brushing against each other as you talk— your laugh when he made a joke that made absolutely no sense made his smile widen.

Oh he was most definitely swooned by you..

It was when you almost reached your class door that you heard laughter from not one but three mean boom through the hall.

Your curiosity got the best of you and you turned you head only to make eye contact with Suguru Geto.

You don’t think you’ve ever turned your head away so quickly.

“hey uh..i’ll see you guys later.” You hear him tell his ‘friends’ as he parted ways with them. Then he called out your name, but only once his team mates were nowhere to be seen.

“y/n!.” but you just kept walking. Satoru not doing anything unless you ask him to.

Suguru didn’t take a good look at the guy you were with. It was probably just some nerd, someone he could beat up instantly.

But once that mad turned his head to give a sly smirk towards the black haired man, his blood started to boil.

Satoru fucking Gojo.

“You’re such a fucking whore.” Suguru hissed out, his fist clenched at his sides.

He will not let that blue eyed fuck take you away from him. You were his and it’s going to stay that way. The two of you just had a misunderstanding and it’s going to be fixed..once he got rid of this bitch.

His words hung in the air as you froze in your tracks, Satoru stopping with you.

“You’re just gonna let my friends run a train on you?.” Suguru laughed out as he got closer to you

You turned around to face him.

“friend?..” you question yourself quietly as you look at Satoru..

He’s friends with satoru?..was this part of his plan?. Be nice to you and get into your pants?.

“ah..no. we are not friends.” Satoru reassures you. Giving you a look that said he promises to explain it to you later.

“but we were.” Geto pushes.

“yeah we were..and i regret it more than anything.” It was starting to get personal.. You could feel the tension between the two of them

“whatever.” he scoffs “i hope you enjoy my sloppy seconds.” he smirks “that slut will let you do anything to her..she has zero self respect.” You don’t know what it was but something snapped in satoru and he was face to face with Geto in seconds.

“shut the fuck up.” he tells him, his fist shaking at his side from how angry he become.

“why?..make you mad i got to fuck her first?.” next thing you know punches were being thrown. Satoru punched Geto in jaw and Geto punched Satoru in the stomach.

“guys! stop it!” you yell at them as you run over trying to break it up, but it took you by surprise when a blow landed on your jaw and you fell to the ground.

“shit. y/n!” you hear Suguru call out as he ran over to you, trying to pry you hand away from your face so he could see the damage he done.

“get away from me!.” you scream— tears falling from your eyes as you try to get away from him

Geto felt Satoru push him away from you and he watches how gently he handles you, How you let him check to see if you were okay..

He’s finally realizing how badly he fucked up. How his heart started to hurt from the fact he lost you for good..his eyes started to sting with tears.

“y-y/n” he voiced out, the crack in his throat when he talked indicating that he indeed was absolutely heart broken.

He’d hit you…he ruined you, he completely and utterly destroyed you…

“just get out of here Geto!,” his ex bestfriend yelled at him, his eyes full of rage.

Geto didn’t want to leave you..he wanted to make sure you were okay,but he didn’t want to keep putting you through anymore pain, so he got up and left.

He made his way to the spot underneath the bleachers where you met him that day, and he cried.

Suguru Geto cried for what felt like the first time in years, and it was over a girl that he loved so dearly and didn’t realize it until what he had was gone.

Hi! so no one was really shipped in this story, but nonetheless i hope you enjoyed ! ;)

again i apologize for any spelling errors

#jujutsu kaisen #choso kamo #geto suguru #mha dabi #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu gojo #jjk anime #jujustsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu toji #jjk sukuna #nanami kento #jjk shoko

[damiansgoodgirll]

Damian Priest x reader where he takes her on dates and shows her how much he loves her thank you 🙏

damian priest x reader

tw : mention of past abusive relationship but not that much, i promise

teach me how to love

you weren’t a huge fan of dating. maybe your exes all made you think that you were the problem, always asking for too much when in the end all you wanted was to feel loved.

so after your last break up, you decided to stop dating for a while. that was until you met damian at your local gym.

you’ve never saw him there before and the receptionist lady told you he recently moved from his old house to this new neighbourhood and that he was looking a place closer to his home.

at first he was being nice with you as he was with anyone else. always greeting you when you came from the door and always saying goodbye everytime you were leaving. he then started to initiate small conversations with you, trying to get to know you better. you thought he was just being nice but in the back of your mind you knew he was flirting with you.

you couldn’t deny the attraction you felt for him but you knew that a man like him, handsome and famous, could have anyone he wanted - his instagram following proved you that - not that you stalked him but before trying anything with him you needed to be sure he wasn’t going to take you for granted.

you wanted, you really wanted but the fear inside of you stopped you from moving past the simple conversations you had at the gym.

one day he invited you over to see him wrestle as the raw episode was taking place in the city you both lived in and you said yes without even thinking twice. it’s not that he was going to spend time with you anyway. but once the show was over he looked for you in the crowd and when he found you, he brought you backstage so you could get to know each other better.

from that day on, everytime you were both at the gym together, he would work out with you, sometimes even offering to take you home or to pick you up the following day.

it was the simple gesture that made your heart beat ten thousand times harder only for him.

one day he asked you on a date. you thought about it, you thought about the pros and cons but you ended up saying yes anyway. so the day after he was at your place, with a bouquet of roses in hand, ringing your door bell.

you were wearing a black dress, sexy and elegant but nothing to excessive or revealing. it showed some of your cleavage down to your breast, you loved that dress, it made you feel sexy and powerful but you thought it was too much, especially for a first date. damian’s eyes couldn’t leave your body when you opened the door.

you thanked him for the roses and placed them in a vase full of water. his eyes still on your body, watching every movement you made.

“you like it? if you don’t i can change it…maybe it’s too much, i’ll go change” you said, suddenly feeling self conscious, remembering how your ex would get mad at you if you wore something too revealing.

“no, why would you change it? it’s absolutely amazing, you look amazing” he smiled, taking your hands in his bigger ones.

“are you sure? doesn’t the v-neck make you uncomfortable? you can tell me…” you asked him a little anxious.

“absolutely, you’re breathtaking mariposa” he reassured you “you can go change if you want to, but i want you to know how amazing you look in this dress”

“maybe i should wear a jacket on top of it…” you said, still feeling a little insecure.

“you’re gonna melt…hermosa, why do you think you should cover up?” he asked a little concerned.

“my - my ex never liked this dress, or anything in my closet, he said i wore too many revealing clothes and that i was just seeking for attention, he didn’t like the idea of other men watching me…” you confessed.

damian wasn’t expecting that answer. he couldn’t understand how someone as beautiful as you were could have dated someone as that asshole “hermosa, let me tell you how beautiful you look in that dress…you’re breathtaking and if it wasn’t for the fact that we have to be at the restaurant in twenty minutes i would fucking place you in front of a mirror, lift your dress up and make love to you as you’re watching your reflection” he said while his hands went on your hips. you were shocked by his confession, especially knowing this was your first date. before you could say anything, his lips met yours in a delicate and romantic kiss “trust me when i say you’re beautiful” he whispered against your lips.

and you trusted him.

and after that date, a second date came. a third too, then a fourth and a fifth and then you officially began to dating.

he was helping you to rebuild the confidence you once had and that your ex boyfriend broke down. he would help you with the easiest tasks, if you had groceries to do he would come with you, he would help you to put the groceries away and then he would cook dinner for you. if you had a stressful day at work he would give you a back massage. he would take you on dates everytime he wasn’t busy with work schedule. he would clean your house if you were too busy or too tired from work.

and you quickly realised that it wasn’t you who was asking too much, it was the bare minimum that none of your exes was going to do. but damian taught you how to love again and how to feel loved again.

#wwe #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwe superstars #wwe imagines #wwe oneshot #wwe x you #wwe x oc #wwe story #wwe fanfiction #wwe damian priest #damian priest #damian priest x y/n #damian priest x oc #damian priest oneshot #damian priest x you #damian priest smut #damian priest x reader #damian priest imagine #damian priest fluff #damian priest imagines #damian priest one shot #damian priest angst #damian priest writings #damian priest drabble #damian priest blurb #damian priest is hot lol #damian priest x original character #wwe the judgement day #the judgment day

[riddle-me-ri]

A/N: what, no…no I don’t have a problem…again...I don’t know what you’re talking about. This is Instagram’s fault...again. Also I just…am really fond of the wearing significant other’s clothing…especially if said s/o is like…taller and bigger so when the smaller person wears it, it’s cute and wholesome…also I really dig the sweatshirt Miguel wears in the recordings with Gabriella, I like long-sleeved shirts in general but between the cool colors and the collar…I just really like it and want one in my own size lmao and just the overall concept art of him in casual wear makes me wanna give him his domestic life back rip

Trigger Warning: nothing explicit, just some teasing and touching

Word Count: 805

Miguel O'Hara x Reader - Something Borrowed

Miguel was absent all day at the Spider Society Headquarters and instead of moping and groaning about not having him around to mess with, you opted to be productive.

You gathered up all your clothes in the hamper and began taking off the clothes you wore now. Just so you had most of your wardrobe clean and available…until you noticed you have nothing else to change into. 

Oops. 

Your eyes darted between the clothes you discarded and your shared closet. You glance back to the closet and see a familiar blue and gray long-sleeved sweatshirt. The tiny ding of a lightbulb went off in your head. 

Maybe, just maybe, you could still mess with your husband when he got home. 

You snatched the sweatshirt off the hanger with a delighted grin on your face. Once you got the garment over your head, you couldn’t help but laugh. 

The size difference was pretty hysterical. The end of the shirt went past your knees, and your arms and hands didn’t even make it to the cuff of the sleeves. You shrugged, bringing your head in, and giggled. You felt like a turtle shrinking its head back into its shell with how wide and tall the collar was. 

When your face was buried inside the collar, your musings stopped. Your nose caught the homely and hearty scent of Miguel. Your body tingled as you wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to feel a sliver of warmth that Miguel’s body naturally radiates. You longed for his arms to be around you instead of your own. 

You took a deep breath and exhaled. You released yourself from your hold and went back to the tasks at hand. 

You hummed around the house. Twirling, dancing, and sliding around freely. Openly enjoying yourself while you finally managed to mark some to-dos off your list. 

You got laundry started, dishes were put away, had a small internal conflict about dusting away the cobwebs that were being inhabited by a couple of spiders (you put them outside after a jerk flight or fight reflex). 

You were so wrapped up in your chores and mini-concert that you didn’t notice someone entering the front door. 

Miguel trudged in, exhausted, but surprised at seeing you sway around the house. Amused at the sight and you being distracted, he crossed his arms and leaned against the front door. Just waiting to see if you would notice him. 

However, after watching you for a moment, he noticed something else too that didn’t click into his tired mind immediately. 

“Is that my shirt?”

Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest along with the shocked shrill you screamed. 

“What the hell?! How long have you been standing there?”

“I think I asked a question first.” 

“Miguel!” 

“All right, all right, like five-ten minutes tops.” 

“Somehow I don’t believe you, and I don’t have spidey senses.”

“Neither do I, mi cariño." 

"Yeah, but you have heightened senses. I don't, so you shouldn't scare me!" You exclaimed as you playfully smacked his chest.

As you got closer, Miguel’s eyes drifted up and down your figure. 

“You are wearing my shirt.” He remarked, answering his question.

You stood back and looked down, you were so busy you almost forgot your little stunt.

“Uh…yeah, uh laundry…I had to do laundry.” You answered plainly like the reason was simple. 

“And you had nothing else?” Miguel murmured as his eyelids lowered.

“Nothing. I figured you wouldn't mind me borrowing it for the night." You shrugged innocently. 

Miguel wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. The palm of your hands rested on his chest. 

He hummed. "Nope, don't mind at all." 

You smiled up at him, you stood up on the tip of your toes and wrapped your arms around his neck. Even with the slight comfort his shirt gave you, nothing compared to actually having him close to you.

You leaned in and your lips met in a soft sweet kiss. Miguel's grip tightened around your frame as his hands roamed your body and squeezed whatever skin he could grip. Which made him aware of something else. 

He gently pulled away from your lips, causing you to look up at him confused. 

"Are…are you wearing…just my shirt?" 

Miguel's grip tightened unconsciously when you bit your bottom lip. 

"Mmmaayybee…" 

Miguel tilted his head to the side and raised his eyebrow. 

"Oh, you can't judge me. You put a lot of faith into a hologram suit every day in public." 

Miguel chuckled as he grabbed under your thighs and lifted you off the ground, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"I'm not saying anything, mi cariño. There's something I would…much rather do instead." 

Which was the last thing he said before rushing you to your shared bedroom; while your laughter echoed through the home. 

#ri writes #lemme know if y'all want a part 2 #it could happen tehe #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #atsv miguel o'hara x reader #atsv spiderman 2099 x reader #atsv x reader #across the spiderverse x reader

[genshinchubbs]

I absolutely LOVED your piece of work about kaeya and chubby reader. Do you have any thoughts about Scara or Alhaitham with chubby reader that gained a lot of weight since they got in a relationship? 🫶🫶🫶

Hello sweetie, thank you so much for your support. I tried to do something with both of them. It's short, but I hope you like it. It's been a long time since I wrote something, so I hope I won't ruin it. 💖

Alhaitham:

Alhaitham acted like he hadn't noticed anything, but he had a small smirk on his lips as he admired your chubbier frame as you tried to get in your now too small clothes. Since you two have been together, you slowly started to gain weight, at first it was just a small amount, but after a year you looked definitely bigger. He slowly walked to you and put his hands on you sides, squeezing the plump flesh.

"Oh? Oh my. My, my. So, you've grown a little chubbier. Well, it suits you. You've gotten softer, and more comfortable, like a stuffed pillow. "

He commented letting his hand slip under your belly, weighing it carefully. His expression was serious, but he sounded calm, almost pleased. He picked you up like you weighted nothing at all.

"You're getting hefty, you're lucky I'm strong enough to still pick you up."

"Is that a problem?"

You asked a little nervous, he shook his head and smirked.

"No dear, not at all"

He put you on the bed, slowly removing your way too tight clothes, one of his hand was under your neck and the other one was wandering on your body, caressing the supple skin and pinching it. Your arms were now soft, just like your chest. Your once flat abdomen was now big and round. He put one of his finger in your bellybutton measuring how deep it went inside it, he smirked noticing how big your stomach was. He then slowly went down with his hands, caressing your inner thigh.

"Your skin it's like satin. It's so soft, I love it. The sight of you fills me with joy and excitement."

A small chuckle escapes the scribe's lips as he looks down at your body. He then started to kiss your inner thigh, biting and sucking the skin a little. You moaned lightly as you felt his lips. His eyes slowly closed as he listened to your little noises.

"Oh... Mmh... My, my... Is that what I think it is? Did I make you feel good just now? Does my little one want more?"

He leaned forward, his lips brushing against your neck as he whispers into your ear.

"I can reward you for being so good and getting so plump, little one."

Scaramouche:

His eyes travel up your body, pausing for a moment at your stomach before settling on your face. You were too busy reading a book to notice it. As you sat down you stomach spilled in your lap, covering your thick thighs.

"You've... gained some weight, haven't you?"

He said as this was the first time he looked at you in a while. But it wasn't right. He was always cuddled up against you enjoying your extra weight that made you so warm and comfortable. He got a little closer to you and with his fingers caressed your cheeks lovingly.

"It's because you've been eating too much?"

"Maybe"

You said with a smirk, you knew so well that he loved your body, especially now that it was bigger and softer. You took his hand and placed it on your midriff.

He rubbed your stomach and lets out a sigh of satisfaction.

"You've gotten a few stretch marks on your stomach... I like them. And these... on your thighs. I like them, too."

He said caressing your body, his touch was light, his hand looked so small in comparison to your supple skin.

You kisses him deeply and he got up to get closer to you. He seemed to enjoy your presence even more as he rubbed your round belly.

"All this weight looks so good on you. I wonder how good you'll look if you got... bigger..."

"Do you want to see me bigger?"

"I do, I bet you'll look even cuter if you were fatter."

"Then I'll do my best."

You said with a smirk making him blush just at the thought of seeing you even chubbier. You didn't made it on purpose a t first, but now... now that he seemed to enjoy your weight gain, why you should not gain more? You bet that he would love you even more.

#genshin impact #genshin impact chubby #genshin x reader #chubby reader #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x chubby reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x chubby reader

[starsurface]

Hai! Hcs for MK1 Baraka with baby regressor? :3 TY!-✨

Hi!! Of course!! There's a lot of things in my other CG Baraka post that are related to babyspace regressor, but these ones are more focused on those. :D

WARNING: Assusion to lost of family, and effects of Tarkat

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Baraka w/ Babyspace Regressor Hcs

🦴 Oh my goodness baby regressors would have such a soft spot for his heart!!! 🥺

🦴 If we ignore canon again, he’s much more of a cuddle bug with a baby regressor than with bigger regressors

🦴 Not that he isn’t affectionate with bigger regressors!! He’s very . . . VERY cuddly with all regressors

🦴 But baby regressors are usually somewhat dependent, and clingy, so why not give them as much attention as they want?

🦴 (^ Again, he’ll do this with ALL regressors!!!)

🦴 But his affection is still limited, even if we ignore that Tarkat is spread by being around it

🦴 He doesn’t have lips, so unfortunally he can’t kiss your forehead :(

🦴 But he can nuzzle your cheek! Or do forehead touches!! :D

🦴 And his arms, and body, are really spikey, so he has to be careful hugging/cuddling you

🦴 But he can wrap you in a soft blankie so he can coddle you!!

🦴 He’s very good wth nonverbal babies!! It takes some time, but he’s getting it down well

🦴 Ugh, babbles :(

🦴 Seriously, he loves babbles, they’re so cute!! And make him very happy that your comfy enough with him to do so

🦴 It’s been a long, long time since he was a Father, so if you need padding, he knows some tricks, but finds it a bit difficult

🦴 But he also knows that his arms are spiky, and he’s terrified about hurting you

🦴 Takardans aren’t in the living scenario, so regressing at your place might be the best scenario

🦴 ^ But his personal hut isn’t the worst either!! And he’ll dedicate an entire area for your regression!!

🦴 Takart is still getting accepted, but that doesn’t mean he won’t try to get you stuff!! Like new bottles, or blankies, or stuffies!! Whatever he can get his hands on!

🦴 I think he’d know how to sew, having to help fix others clothes and such, and would make you a stuffie :3

🦴 He’s very gentle if you regress at camp, as are the other Takartans

🦴 You do stay right next to Papa though, no leaving his side, he’ll just give you a piggy back ride for the entire day if you’d like

🦴 If your a naughty baby, he really doesn’t like punishing you

🦴 If it’s an accident, he’ll redirect you

🦴 But if it’s on purpose, his (accidental) scary voice will put you in place, but he also thinks your too small to be put into a full timeout

🦴 You know what the best soft food to give baby regressors?

🦴 Cake 🎂 (seriously CGs, y’all should give it to them, it’ll make all problems disappear 👀)

🦴 (^ A hint to his MK11 Friendship) but also cake isn’t something often around the Takartan camp, so being able to give it to his baby makes him really happy because he’s giving you a very nice treat <3

🦴 Back onto his voice for a second, it might be a little scary at times, but he’ll try his hardest to soften it, especially if your a more senstive regressor

🦴 But if your a regressor that likes scary things, he’ll try to be more normal, but he’s still cacious of scaring you

🦴 Very protective of you, especially as a baby regressor

🦴 He can’t have you hurt, not at all, he won’t be able to forgive himself if you got hurt

🦴 I think he’d really enjoy rattles

🦴 Whether he rattles it above you, or you rattle it in his face, or just playing with it, he really adores it

🦴 It’s so cute! And your so cute with it!! <3

🦴 Also there’s so many to choose from! :O

🦴 He might not be able to get you a custom paci, but a fun little activity would be getting some small gems or such and decorating it together!!

🦴 You on Papa’s lap, picking out what to put where, him glueing it on 🥺

🦴 He adores his baby, and he’s very happy to be your CG <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Baraka seems really cool, I'm glad he got turned into a good person. I never liked the whole way Takartans were treated in Mortal Kombat :\

#age regression #agere #sfw age regression #sfw agere #mortal kombat agere #age regression headcanons #mk agere #mk1 #mk1 headcanons #mortal kombat 1 headcanons #mk baraka #baraka mk #baraka #mk1 baraka #caregiver baraka #cg baraka #baraka x reader #mk1 baraka x reader

[scoops-aboy86]

literally so happy to hear you have wide open asks.... I LOVE the idea you brought up about Steve gaining weight just kinda slowly and steadily because he loves to eat and is tired of denying himself....... and how might Eddie respond to this newly relaxed and bigger Steve?

Hi, hello! Yeah, Steve needs a break, man. Those regularly unscheduled beatings take a toll, he’s just tired. I read something once that referred to him gaining weight after the Upside Down stuff is done for good as his “peace body” and that lives in my brain rent free. 

I hope this answers your question because I kind of got carried away:

Eddie loves relaxed Steve, especially as he unlearns some of his own “jacks bad nerds good” and “popular bad outcast good” dichotomies that he’s built up as part of his armor over the years. Steve, he realizes, is not just a good dude, but a chill dude too. 

Sure, he’s a little fussy about his hair, and sometimes his clothes—complains a little when his polos start not quite fitting the way they used to, although Eddie personally can’t see any problem with that. Steve is just hot, okay? He was hot in gym class in those little green shorts, in basketball games in those little white shorts, and he’s just as hot (if not even prettier) lounging back with a joint in one hand, a soda in the other, and a little sliver of belly peeking out the bottom of his shirt. Because he’s happier now. Cozy. Eddie takes any opportunity he can get to lay his head on Steve’s lap because he has just the best thighs. 

Meanwhile, Steve—who’s only fussing because he’s had a thing for Eddie ever since “dontcha, big boy” launched him into a sexuality crisis last March, and he’s used to getting dates because he looks good, so he wants to look good—just sort of melts any time Eddie leans or lays on him. This has occasionally made him late for work or picking up Robin or the kids, but more often it just means that he asks “Can you get me…” a lot. Which is difficult for him to do! Because he’s used to the idea that he can take care of himself, and he can take care of other people, but why should other people have to take care of him? But he can and has sat still for hours if it means that Eddie gets in a decent nap, or is enjoying the movie that’s on, or whatever. If he has to go to the bathroom, he’ll hold it. Robin teases him that her dad is the same way about the family cat… which kind of indirectly leads to Steve learning that Eddie loves head scritches. (He totally white lies to her and says that Eddie asked him to do that, but actually he did it one time without thinking and Eddie asked him in a slightly hoarse voice to do that again. And then got up shortly afterwards to go to the bathroom, allowing Steve to stretch his legs and take a bathroom break of his own.)

And it’s only a matter of time, what with the gradually waning nightmares as it finally sinks in that the danger is over, the not being on alert all the time, the fact that Steve is no longer a teenager or on any sports teams, the recreational smoking, the metalhead lapcat… Only a matter of time before Eddie settles into place and feels where Steve’s tummy is starting to encroach on his spot. 

It’s after a small party (just the older UD crew) when everyone else but Robin has already gone home, and he’s just high and sleepy and a little tipsy enough to roll over and snuggle in without thinking about it, nuzzling that sliver of tan skin and chest hair and just breathing Steve in with a happy sigh. His body feels floaty enough that he vaguely thinks that Steve must have carried him upstairs to his bedroom, and this is Steve’s pillow or something. 

Steve is frozen in place, eyes absolutely huge, staring across the living room to where Robin is watching this happen from the kitchen doorway with an amused smirk on her face. When Eddie brings his hand up to hug the “pillow” closer, Steve mouths “Help me” at her. 

She shrugs and spreads her hands like, “What do you want me to do?”

He tries to use eyebrow movements and hand gestures to remind her that of the three of them she’s smoked and drank the least, so she should have the functioning brain cell right now, not him. Because he’s pretty crossfaded too, and fairly full after getting the munchies and going to town on the pizza they’d ordered for the party, and now there’s a cute dude cuddling his belly and it feels good and he’s going to have a reaction soon—

“I don’t need to know about that,” Robin shout-whispers vehemently, and backs into the kitchen mouthing “la-la-la-lesbian” and “I can’t hear you.” Steve vows to write her out of his will. Not that he has one, but still.

Eddie rouses a moment later because his brain is starting to catch up to the fact that it’s not fabric he’s drooling on here. When he half sits up he’s face to face with a very flustered Steve, who is chewing on his plush bottom lip and Eddie wants to, like, help him with that. And then he looks down, and probably part of what woke him up, and his nuzzling has pushed Steve’s shirt up a little more than usual, and slo yep, that’s a boner.

They make eye contact. 

“Can I kiss you?” Eddie blurts out, because he definitely wants to and he thinks, based on the boner and the fact that Steve hasn’t shoved him away yet, that maybe Steve does too. 

“You’d better,” Steve blurts back, cheeks flaming, because he already has Eddie’s spit drying on his skin. He’s totally flustered and doesn’t even have time to run a hand through his hair before Eddie is straddling his lap, cradling his face gently in both hands, and drawing him into a clumsy but earnest kiss.

They spend the rest of the night kissing and cuddling and talking on the couch, still a little giggly from their highs and Eddie snagging more things for Steve to eat whenever Steve seems even the tiniest bit hungry, because he just looks so happy whenever he’s relaxed and enjoying his food. And if he sneaks some belly rubs in there too, no one else has to know.

Permanent tag list: @hotluncheddie

#ask #scoops words #i think this is my first anon hurray! #wg steddie #chubby steve harrington

[adobe-outdesign]

Oh mannnnnn Neopets reviews…how do you feel about my fav, Blumaroo?

Blumaroos are very vaguely based off of kangaroos, but they don't share too much in common other than jumping ability and the -roo name. Instead, they have a great abstract design that feels pretty realistic while being a complete fantasy creature, with floppy trunk-like noses and details that they can bounce on.

Visually, the soft pink accents of the nose are complimented by the ears, and this base works as a good neutral to match any color. They have these nice dot eyes and smiles that capture their happy-go-lucky nature, and just have a nice shape to them. I also like them having their own land and distinct personalities; it helps them stick out a lot in my mind.

Customization-wise, the Blumaroo is a mixed bag. On the plus side, their old artwork was dated and needed a refresh (note the almost complete lack of shading). I like the way they're fatter now, the loss of the belly button is an improvement because it felt weird that they had one to begin with, and they come across as a bit happier in the new art.

But on the minus side, the lose of their old pose is a tragedy. Blumaroos bouncing and standing on their tails was one of their most interesting characters, and while it's obviously still a trait of the species, it's a shame that it's no longer shown in their art. This is particularly sad because their adorable heart-shaped feet are also hidden from view, which has the side-effect of no longer carrying the pink through the design as well as it used to.

I get that customization needed to regulate the poses a bit more, but seeing as each item has to be redrawn anyway, would it have been that hard to keep them on their tails? It's not like the Lutari where the pose would've made it difficult to see clothing or something. It's otherwise a fine conversion, but man, it would've been perfect if we got both the new art and old pose together.

Favorite colours:

Plushie: Blumaroos already look pretty huggable, but the plushie form ramps it up to 11. I love the soft blue color with just a few pops of color on the eyes and tail patch—it gives the impression of an old and much-loved plushie. The converted version isn't bad, but it unfortunately can't compete with the unconverted version, which has much bigger, floppier ears, a thicker tail, and a very cute pose.

Tyrannian: Speaking of colours that looked better unconverted, dang, the Tyrannian Blumaroo got it rough. I love the original's brows and horn-ears, with this nice neutral dappled brown serving as the base. The converted version had to change some things obviously, but it also feels like they didn't really try—why doesn't it keep the same expression (unconverted Darigan Blumaroos have different eyes, so it's obviously not a problem to change them)? Why is the brown on the tail so much lighter to the point where it's barely noticeable? Why is the ruff now red instead of the dark brown of the wings? Why are the horns so small, and why is the perspective wrong on them relative to the ears? Bleh. At least the original's still great.

Oil Paint: Thankfully, here's a Blumaroo color that looks great with the customized pose. Such a beautiful color palette, combining little strokes of colors with pretty flower-like blotches interspersed throughout. I love how the colors also flow with the body, like how the torso goes from green to red, or how there's red right around the feet. Lovely all around.

#neopets #neotag #blumaroo #neopet reviews

[lcvefriedman]

is that my dick?

basically: roman notices something new while doing the deed with you.

18+: not even a 0.1% of plot, edging, rough sex, bulging kink, pussy slaps, degradation, dom!roman, sub!reader, sudden penetration? idk, he just goes for it, fingering, dry humping.

"roman, what the fu-“ you couldn't even finish your sentence before your mouth was stuffed by the two digits that had been fingering you not even two seconds ago.

"patience is a virtue, baby," he lightly scolded, pushing his fingers covered in your essence until the back of your throat, making you slightly choke and humming in approval at the feeling of your tongue tasting yourself.

when he had first started fingering you with his index and middle finger, while he brushed your sensitive clit with his thumb, you didn't think he was going to edge you, and that seemed to have started hours ago. your thighs already hurt from being open for so long, and you could hear your own agitated breathing. but roman was the one truly enjoying this, he basked in the visual of your flushed face and your rising chest, breasts moving up and down and hard nipples. and he would be lying if he said the squelching sounds that came from your pussy weren't causing him a big problem inside his sweatpants. roman shortly considered what would happen if he came undone in his pants, you would definitely see the stain on the grey cloth but what about your reaction? would you laugh at him? was it even possible to come just from looking at someone? roman quickly concluded that as long as it was you, there was nothing impossible, before he decided that he would take the risk of being humiliated if it meant that he could have you under his mercy for a bit longer.

you let a surprised shriek when your boyfriend's hands harshly grabbed your waist and placed his hard-on against your bare pussy, dry humping your cores against each other.

"roman, please. i can't take it much longer…” you whimpered, trying to keep your eyes open and persuade him with your best innocent eyes into just fucking you into oblivion already.

"i thought a slut like you would be able to take more." he spat the words while clenching his jaw, trying to hide how much his own actions were affecting him too. desperate as you were to get more of him, you tried to move your hips at a faster pace, rubbing your clit harder against his sweatpants and making the wet patch that had formed even bigger.

"fuck…you are such a brain-dead whore, can only think about fucking me, right?" he asked while stopping your movements, earning a whine from you.

"yes, please, ro. need you to fuck me right now." you begged, trying to lower his pants and underwear.

"shit, you don't know what you just got yourself into, slut." he muttered with a devilish grin and brought his hand to your pussy once again, only to deliver a couple of hard slaps that had you whining in surprise and making a couple of tears fall down your face. as if trying to smooth the pain, he let his dick on your pussy, earning a moan from you as you felt the weight of his manhood rest over your cunt. then, started moving his hips forwards and backwards, coating his hard-on in your wetness and edging the both of you further. he let his body fall, but still put his hands on either side of your face holding his weight off you. he started kissing and nibbling at your neck, moving until he found your sweet spot just under your ear.

"my girl has such a pretty pussy. but do you know how it could look even better? stuffed with my fat cock.” he whispered into your neck before finally putting you out of your misery and thrust his hard cock inside your awaiting hole. he set a ruthless pace from the beginning, barely leaving you any time to adjust to his girth.

"ngh, fuck, you feel so good, ro…" you moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist and resting your heels on the small of his back. your hands were roaming through the expanse of his broad back, leaving red trails all over his muscles with your nails.

"yeah? you like feeling full of my cock?" he asked, before abruptly stopping his movements, making you let a loud groan again.

"i swear to god, if you don't finish what you started—“

"wait, is that my dick?" He wondered, completely ignoring your hollow threat and giving and experimental thrust. you followed his gaze and looked over at your tummy, seeing a bulge whenever his dick thrust in. you wanted to scream at the top of your lungs for him to just make you cum already, but it was impossible to deny how much this new discovery was turning you on.

"fuck, y/n, i knew you were hot, but this? i can't believe I'm just realizing it now…" he practically moaned, bringing his hand to the bulge in your tummy and pressing over it as he regained his pace with renovated force, making your mind go foggy with lust.

"my slut has such a tiny cunt…only for me, right?"

"yes, yes, yes, only for you!”

“good, because i plan on fucking your pussy forever." any possible answer you could have tried to give vanished from your mind when you felt pleasure spread throughout you. roman was taking turns shifting his gaze from your belly to your fucked-out expression, not being able to decide which one was turning him on more.

"i know you're close, babygirl. i want you to cum for me." he rasped out, a small cry escaped you at his words. his own head spinning at the pleasure.

"a-almost there, roman." you managed to get out, as his dick twitched inside you at the feeling of your arousal gushing out of you, making an absolute mess between your thighs and his lower stomach.

"such a good fucking girl for me," a small cry escaped your pouting lips at his praise, body starting to tremble, signaling how close you really are to reach your high.

"f-fuck…" you stuttered, when one of his fingers made contact with your clit and started drawing figure eights. if roman thought the visual of edging you was already hot, there were simply no words to describe the visual of you coming undone underneath him. it was enough to make him cum too, painting your velvety walls with his warm cum.

"that was fucking unbelievable, baby…" he said in between kisses, calming you both from your highs. "if i could barely get enough of you before i don't know what's going to happen now, beautiful." he said, after rolling you over him and hugging you closer to him. you giggled at his words, not finding a problem with this new situation.

#wwe #roman reigns x female reader #roman reigns one shot #roman reigns smut #roman reigns imagine #roman reigns

[luneesv]

Mystery Of Love | Joel Miller

╰┈➤ Joel Miller x M!Reader

[ english isn't my first language ]

You just arrived in Jackson and you meet Joel, you discover a passion for the guitar and he will teach you how to play it, which will bring you closer, a lot even.

You arrived on a cold winter's day, you had been picked up by Ellie and Jesse who were exploring a place where you had been hiding from the Clickers. They asked you to come to Jackson after you proved to them that you were a nice person.

When you got off your horse, you met the eyes of a man in his fifties, he was a handsome man. He has a beard and brown hair. His face captivated your eyes. You fell directly under his spell.

- Welcome.. What's your name ? Asked some guy who maybe was their boss, you didn't really know, but you didn't answer him because you only had eyes for the mysterious man.

After you answered the one who asked you a question, the man left, several people followed him but Ellie and another girl you didn't know stayed with you.

- Hi, i'm Dina, we're gonna show you where you can rest, it's next to a friend of Ellie.

- No problem. You replied.

Dina, with Ellie, took you to a small house which was actually next to another one who seemed bigger but you didn't really care since now, you had a home.

- Normally you should have had another place because that friend Dina told you about doesn't really like company. Ellie laughed after looking at Dina who was smiling.

- But don't worry, he doesn't bite, well it depends if you decide to make a lot of noises. Dina said after seeing that you started to worry about that man.

You laughed and after chatting for a while about your life and who you were, they told you about the interesting places around here. The bar had you interested but according to Ellie the barman is a real asshole, so maybe not the bar.

They decided to leave when the sun began to set. You decided to undress and go to bed, even though it was only 6 p.m. You were so tired of hiding, of running that having a bed and something to keep warm made you so happy, you had to enjoy it.

You fell asleep in your bed, naked, but even without clothes you were warm. For the first time in years you felt good and safe.

At night you woke up suddenly because you heard music. You wondered where it came from, you didn't even know what instrument it was, but it was beautiful.

You didn't even bother to get dressed, and you went out to your bedroom balcony to see where the sweet melody was coming from.

He was a man, but it was hard to decipher who he was as the night hid his face. The moon only illuminated his body.

Suddenly the man, turned to you.

- Jesus, you scared me.. Wait, what the hell ?! Why are you naked ?!

That's when you realized you forgot to cover up before you came to see him. Even if in real life you didn't mind being naked in front of a man, you decided to go home to get dressed so as not to embarrass him. You didn't want this to be your first impression of this person producing such beautiful music.

You put on the outfit of the day before but taking care to comb your hair before leaving your house and going to the man in question.

That's when you realized it was the mysterious man from earlier.

- So in addition to having a neighbor, I end up with a nudist and a spy ?

- I'm sorry, I had just woken up I was not very conscious.

His face seemed to tense at the idea that you were there, disturbing him.

- You play music ? You asked, hoping to be able to discuss with him.

- Is it not obvious enough?

- Yes but it's just that.. it's very beautiful what you played, what is it ?

He gave you a puzzled look before grabbing his guitar.

- Are you talking about that ? You don't know what a guitar is ?

- I do but I never saw one in real life and I never heard one, I was too busy hiding from the infected.

He seemed to calm down hearing what you were going through before coming here.

- Well, it's my guitar.

You approach him to better see the instrument, even too close to the taste of the man.

- Erm.. My name's Joel. What about you ?

- Oh ? I'm (y/n).

He nodded before presenting the guitar to you.

- You want to try mister (y/n) ?

- You sure ? Well of course I want to try !

He passed you the guitar that you took in your hands. You try to hold it in a way that's comfortable, except Joel gets up from his bench before positioning himself behind you, to show you how to carry the guitar.

- You do it wrong, you have to put your hand there to hold the instrument and the other there, you see? He said, just behind you.

You felt his body heat emanating from him, his scent was comforting, as if you felt he would be there to protect you from any danger. His hand on yours to hold the guitar, you were blushing and the moment you turned your head to see him, you found yourself in front of his face, right in front of yours. His gaze drowned in yours and his lips so pink and so soft, pushed you to kiss him.

As soon as he realized what position you were in he pulled away from you.

- Here.. um it's better now.

- Thanks Joel.

He nodded before sitting down.

- You can try to play it, but I'm not sure you can.

- You're right, you said giving him his guitar back, please play it for me.

After saying that, Joel blushed and picked up the guitar. He gave you a vague look before he started to strum the strings.

At the same time he started to sing, and it was so beautiful. You had never heard anyone sing for so long, and it was amazing. His voice tickled your ears, and enveloped you as if he was hugging you.

The more he sang the better you felt.

After a few minutes he stopped.

- I don't usually sing in front of people.

- So why are you singing in front of me ?

- I don't know, you're.. special (y/n).

You blush, and so does he apparently.

- That's really nice Joel, I think you're special too, I mean you have a beautiful voice.

- Thank you man.

He put down his guitar, and looked at the black sky. The moon was just a white circle surrounded by thousands of stars. It was such a beautiful sight, you hadn't had many chances to stop and look at the sky. Especially at night.

- It's beautiful isn't it ? He mumbled.

- Yes, very.

He turned his head towards you, his fingers tapped mechanically on his thighs.

- Hey, it's getting late, and I... do you want to come sleep with me, im feeling kinda lonely right now, so..

You blushed even more, was he serious?

- Um, yea of course. But you mean.. you want to sleep with me, us together ?

- Us together, yes. He answered with a look that was very different from before.

You accepted, and he waved you in after opening the door to his house. He put his guitar on the living room table before taking off his puffy jacket.

- You want me to take off your jacket ?

- No I can do it, thank you, you said before giving him your jacket to put on the coat rack.

- Here, I'll show you my room, your house is the same ?

- No, it's a bit smaller, but hey, you said, why are you so nice suddenly ?

- Why ? 'Cause I was mean before ?

You gave him an amused look before bursting out laughing.

- Yeah.. kinda.

- I'm sorry, i'm not usually nice to people I don't know.

- But you don't really know me, do you ?

- No but you're special (y/n), I dont know.. I feel good with you.. When you listened to me sing I felt like I met a really special person.

He approached you, looking a little uncomfortable, then he took your hands in his, his hands were warm and muscular. Your face was now so red, your heart was beating so hard.

- What are you doi-

You didn't have time to finish when Joel kissed you, his beard caressing your face, your nose against his, your hands in his.

He took off your t-shirt before taking off his, leaving you two shirtless.

He pulled you closer to him, before kissing you on the neck, leaving you with hickeys, one of his warm hands caressed your back and the other the bottom of your head.

He stopped suddenly before looking, panting.

- Do you want to sleep with me, yes or no ?

- Yes Joel.

So he took you to his room, opened the door and threw you on his bed before joining you, kissing you until you couldn't breathe. His hands roamed your body.

- I love you Joel. You mumbled to his ear.

He looked up before smiling at you, for the first time you saw him smile.

- I love you too (y/n).

He straightened up and lay down next to you. You turned to him and he hugged you. You felt safe. His body odor captivated you, you could only smelled him. And it made you feel safe. His room was tidy and the moonlight lit up Joel's hand caressing your hair.

- Good night love.

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So, since a lot of people are talking about their experience with having Barbies in their youth, i'll tell you about my Trans Barbie Ken!

So, I had a lot of dolls, some were actual Barbies from Mattel, some were knockoffs, like Tania (an italian doll with rubber arms and a removable head) and some were actually not even Barbie shaped like a terrible Bratz knockoff. And Kens too of course.

The problem was that i didnt have enough male dolls to pair with my female dolls: i had California Ken, but he was obviously California Barbie's boyfriend. I had an Action Man but since he was supposed to stay on a boat he had his arms locked in a driving position and couldnt hug Barbies (but was perpetually half naked at least). I had a poor Ken that lost its head at some point, a very tragic death for my Barbie canon and a Max Steel who was actually amazing because he had a lot of bendable joints, he could even bend wrists and ankles (he could hug Barbies so he was top tier). And that's all. I even had to pair the Bratz knockoff with a Bionicle and another with a Godzilla toy.

So one day i tought: "Well, one of my Barbies must become a Ken, then!" I took one of them, i don't remember what model it was (she was black with straight hair but she wasn't Christie because I had one and their faces where different, she looked younger and had smaller features. I chose her because I didn't have a black Ken and i believe they werent around much to begin with back then), cut the hair short and put on Ken's clothes. But of course they didn't fit, the body was too small, so I wrapped her in some paper tape masking her breasts and waist, made her hands bigger and tried to glue some of her hair on the face to make a goatee (didn't work sadly).

And in my mind he wasn't a Barbie anymore, he became a really cute Ken and I treated him as such for the time being, making him hook up with Barbies and all.

It was almost 20 years ago but since my parents never taught me homophobia, it was a normal thing to do, you know? They were just amused by my craftiness and didn't say anything about it. I wish i'd kept him, i gave all of my Barbies away in my angsty teen phase but I really regret it now.

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