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#then at some point they all carried my fat ass to the couch and the first thing i said was I want my mom ofc
szaas · 3 months
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ahhh eeee aanggg imagine abby sliding her big hands down ur curves and whispering naughty things in your ear at an inappropriate time🫀🫀
oh geez you guyssss 🫦😫😫 i have writers block so bare w me 🙏🙏🙏
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you and abby were currently at a friends get-together at Dina and Ellie’s house. It had been a while since all 5 have been together hanging out (including jesse, who, shockingly, brought a plus 1..) so you decided to dress rather nice. a tight, long silk dress draped over your body, enhancing every curve and crevices for everyone to see. Especially abby.
You hadn’t exactly thought about what her thoughts might be about it since you were only thinking about being with your friends— but, your mindset began to change while you grabbed another drink in the kitchen.
You hummed, the alcohol beginning to make you a little tipsy, running its course through your veins. You heard Abby’s all too familiar Tabacco leather cadet shoes hit the ground as softly as usual, she carries her form so nicely. You smiled although you couldn’t see her, and she smiled at you when you turned on your heel. in your pre-alcoholic state, you’d missed how her blue eyes raked your body hungrily. walking past her, you placed a kiss to her cheek and made your way out of the kitchen with two beers in each of your hands. Abby smirked upon the thought that lit up her mind, cracking her knuckles as she followed you.
You weren’t the only intoxicated one- Ellie was barley breathing on the couch- her joint about to slip from her fingers and burn the place down, jesse and his new girlfriend were being so touchy even abby felt strange about it, and dina was laughing and dancing to the music playing. You’d grabbed 4 beers for you and dina, dancing and laughing with her. Abby took in everyone’s state and decided to let her body take over. Abby’s big form approached you as you bent down, placing the beers on Dina’s glass living room table, alongside other substances. You gasped when you felt abby’s strap against your ass when she pressed herself against you, surprise filling your mind that she would wear that to a friends house. you rose up, abby taking this opportunity to place her big hands on your waist, sliding them down to your hips and ass, grabbing the soft fat there and giving it a little squeeze. At this point, your laughing, carefree demeanor had vanished and all you wanted was to be bent over and fucked by your girlfriend. You sent her a bashful glance from over your shoulder, caching onto her games and trying to ignore them for the sake of everyone else while being oddly flustered; blaming the alcohol. Abby had noticed, not liking your idea of ignoring her advances but finding you cute when you are shy. She bend her head down, crooking her face so her lips were barely touching your ear as she began to whisper in your ear.
“why so shy?” her hot breath fanned your neck, inching you to hold had a pathetic moan you were about to make. “oh, c’mon, babe.” she laughed, her hands sliding more downward, towards your pushed together thighs. You sighed when her hand slipped past the tender spot of the bite she had left there the previous night. “you know you want to,” she continued, smiling against you. “you want me to touch you, hm?” you tried to focus on anything but her, “yeah? you want me.” she let out a deep chuckle, warm breath once more fanning your neck, goosebumps replying to the sensation. the pathetic whimper you let out had abbys already high ego boosting out of its mind, her hands quickly sliding to your hips and grabbing harshly before speaking up. “we’re gonna head out, have fun guys.” she said loudly, taking your hand in hers as dina yelled a sad goodbye, making her way to her stoned girlfriend.
once you both made it outside, you spoke up. “abby! you couldn’t wait a few more hours? i haven’t seen them in so long!” you whined, frowning at her smirk as she opened the car door. “sorry babe, but my dick needs some serious relief,” she said, pushing you inside the car and smashing her lips onto yours, grinning against your surprised moan. she closed the door, unbuckling her jeans. “i can’t wait to fuck you.”
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bnb-atnite · 8 months
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It’s like you’re living in my head, your writing is so fucking amazing. I love a fat, whiny, bloated and burping Bucky being teased, goaded into eating himself out of his clothes. 🥵 Would you be open to writing a fluffy fic where GF is on a mission without the boys and Stevie just pampers and spoils his Big Buck…? 🥺 Maybe he’s hit a weight milestone and Steve heaps praise and cavity inducing sweetness on him before Mistress returns to crack the whip because she missed out on the momentous occasion? Just spitballing…🫣
I’m craving some big boyyyyy buck STUCKY sandwich rn THIS IS KINK WORK
The Steve Interlude
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Fat!bucky, Stucky x reader, bj’s, Frottage, so much feeding, praise kink, teasing, d/s dynamics, Stevie is a horny puppy, fluffy, Bucky is Big, burping, accidental orgasm, humping, stuffing, weight gain, dom reader Asf
A/N: this was really horny and I apologize for grammatical errors. I love you Anon bc this hit the spot. Hope you enjoy xoxo
Edit: I went back and fixed some errors bc I’m Weird
Oh yes. Bucky was in heaven. His baby girl was away for a mission. He missed her dearly but his fellow lover boy Steve was here. Steve spoiled the shit out of him. The golden god was cooking him breakfast and planning on feeding him in bed. The food smelled delicious, his insatiable belly rumbling in anticipation.
Bucky idly rubbed the mass of fat, soft and malleable when it wasn’t stuffed to the brim with food. His belly had gotten real big, covering the tops of his thighs, pale and marked from growing so big so fast. It was actually a milestone as of last night. 400 pounds. (181kg)
Even as a super soldier— Buck could feel it, heavy and lumbering. His girl would tease him to death about it. Steve usually would praise him and hump whatever flesh was available, the pup. His belly grumbled again, more insistent. There’s usually food in his gut by now.
“Steeeeevie,” he whined from the bed, “Is it ready?”
Steve’s dulcet tone replied closer than expected, Cap was in the doorway carrying a tray of goodies impossibly weighed down. His mouth began to water, a helpless whimper leaving his lips. God. He was a hog.
Stevie chuckled, “I’m here, c’mon, gonna get that tank filled up.” He placed the tray beside Bucky with a saccharine smile, straddling muscled thighs atop doughy ones. The blonde leaned forward and kissed sweetly, murmuring, “I’m going to feed you every last bite, so what you want first punk?”
“Oh, the strudels, c’mon baby, so good Stevie.”
Steve melted under the praise, holding up the first delicacy to Buck’s lips. The brunette moaned around the flavor, almost crying in relief. “More, more,” he begged.
When Bucky was plastered on his back, Stevie coaxing burps out of his obscenely bloated belly, he may have regretted all the whining and begging for more. The blonde admonished, “Sit up a little Buck, laying down isn’t gonna help.” Skipping the inevitable complaining from the brunette, Steve easily hauled him upright and shoved some sturdy pillows from behind.
The sudden movement made Bucky’s belly flutter with a cramp, whimpering before he let out a brassy belch. God. He was fucking stuffed. Steve tenderly massaged the tightest part of Buck’s belly, apologizing for any pain. While dry humping his butter soft lower stomach. Bucky belched again and again, face beet red from how piggish he was being.
“It’s okay love, you had a lot of food, it’s just natural, let it out.”
Sounding like a fucking horn wasn’t really very natural to Bucky but the rubs felt nice. At some point the bloat died down and Steve flipped him around and fucked his fat ass cheeks, whimpering about how soft and round his baby was. Bucky might’ve come from the debauchery of it all.
He rarely left the bed, occasionally making the waddling shuffle to the couch or the porch, always for more food. Steve served him on hand and foot, massaging his aching feet or sore back from carrying around such a heavy belly. The blonde’s big blue eyes shone as he stared up at Bucky, face just soft with adoration. His paws for hands slid up Bucky’s huge thighs. Steve cooed, “You look so good baby, god, can’t believe we skirted around this for so long.”
Bucky’s hand always absently rubbing his huge gut came down to caress Steve’s cheek. He smiled, cheeks bunching, “Damn right. Thanks to our evil girl.” Steve snickered, squeezing tender chub, hands getting higher. He murmured in that sexy lower timbre, Bucky’s cock twitching with immediate interest, “She’s gonna be heated when the weigh-in happens. Poor Buck, you’re gonna get it.“
The brunette moaned softly, “Ah, fuck, you’re not getting out of it either.”
Steve was growing needy, pupils blown as his hands started yanking and pulling Buck’s sweats down. He begged, “Fuck, I can’t wait, fuck, lemme blow you baby. Lean back, c’mon c’mon.” Bucky couldn’t even begin to make the awkward movements because Stevie’s super strength just maneuvered his fatass around.
Bucky’s belly was still too big, Steve getting impatient and yanking him by his knees half off the couch. “God you’ve gotten big babe,” he groaned. The blonde easily used a strong hand to lift up Buck’s pale fleshy gut. Bucky shivered and whimpered when familiar plump lips kissed and nipped at his fat pad, terrorizing the tender tender blubber.
Bucky threw his head back and whimpered, “Stevie, quit playin’ ya jerk, fuck!” His pudgy hand yanked blonde hair when Steve’s sinful mouth enveloped the tip of his cock, free hand massaging that pad of fat, embarrassment and arousal coursing through his veins. Fuck.
He was gonna fucking bust, quick. Steve was moaning and rutting shamelessly against a thick calve, drool dripping from excitement. Bucky babbled uselessly, “Stevie, Stevie, fuck, I’m gonna- shit!” He pitifully whined and jiggled from twitching and huffing, Steve swallowing it all down, gasping around his cock, cum dripping down swollen lips.
He wiped his mouth, panting, “Hun, gosh, sweetheart.”
They messily made out like some teenagers, Steve humping Buck’s big belly, moaning eagerly. Bucky groped at that perfect ass, talking dirty in his ear with a smirk. Steve was coming undone, Buck could tell when his oldest lover started to plaster himself closer and closer. So damn sweet and needy.
When he cried out in ecstasy, wetting bitty shorts, the front door opened. There she stood, looking a bit worse for wear. Putting down a bag, their girlfriend hummed, “This was a good sight to come to. Rough go.” Steve turned to look at her and exhaled, “C’mere darling.”
“Awe baby, come over, we missed you, lemme love on ya, I got room.”
She instantly trotted over, clumsily throwing off combat boots. Their girl perched on the other side of Bucky, snuggling in. Steve leaned over and kissed her gently, stroking her hair. Bucky wrapped a fat arm around her bitty waist, cooing and nuzzling, “S’okay, you’re home now babydoll. We’ll order in.” She sniffed and burrowed her head into Buck’s soft neck, Steve rubbing her back.
After a bit of coddling and chatting, her mood shifted. It was time for business. The woman pinched Bucky’s swollen nipple and asked, “Stevie kept you fed. How much do you weigh? Since you two were probably busy being sluts.” Bucky and Steve gulped. They remained silent, gawking.
She raised a brow.
“He hit it didn’t he? And you didn’t even leave a text?”
Blabbering apologies came forward to their girl. She scoffed, “No, no, it’s fine. Bucky get your fat ass up and get to the scale though. Stevie, wait on the delivery and set up the bed.
“Yes baby!”
Bucky rocked and rocked forward, shifting his bulk up, knees creaking in complaint. Fuck, he was really starting to waddle, thighs too wide to walk straight. It exacerbated his already swaggering gait. He huffed a bit from then movement, weighed down and tired from Stevie. She smacked his dimpled ass and sneered, “Fucking hell you’re a hog.”
Buck’s face flushed again, she always made him so horny he was close to tears. He stepped onto the new industrial scale and couldn’t see the number. The woman looked over and croaked, “Four-oh-five. You little piglet. Go waddle your ass to the bed.”
Well. That went better than expected. Bucky was glad to get to lay down, all this walking was irritating his thighs and arms rubbing fat sides. Not to mention how out of damn shape he was. He rolled onto the reinforced bed, California king for the three of them. He rubbed his grumbly belly, Steve set up the food in the kitchen, his baby was taking a shower. He grunted, reaching for the sugary soda next to the bed, pounding that and belching in relief.
Something to fill his painfully empty stomach. The shower had stopped and she returned in the buff, Buck’s eyes widening at her gorgeous body, but marred with bruises. She waved off the look of worry, “Nothing new, I’ll be fine, it’s time for my retribution.”
Bucky grumbled, “You gonna let me lotion you this time.”
“Sure stud. Stevie? You ready yet?”
Steve came in with two platters of greasy fast food, some sort of burger joint. Milkshakes, fries, burgers, nuggets. Bucky couldn’t help but moan. Fries were shoved in his mouth, Bucky savored the salt, cock stiffening under his gut, he dutifully opened his mouth for more. And more and more. The burgers were so good he scarfed them down with no regards to wiping his mouth. But that’s where Steve helped out.
By the time he was slurping down the second milkshake, Bucky was whining between swallows. His girl was good at pushing limits. Steve was spacey now, so turned on he usually just resorted to being the angel’s lackey. Bucky tossed the empty cup to the side, so full he hiccuped. He whimpered, “Ow, ow, shit.”
“Oh..isn’t he so full Stevie?,” she said in awe.
Steve nodded with hazy eyes, “Uh-huh.”
Bucky whinged, “Ohhhhh god, fuck, ow, m’so fullll.”
He belly was tight and red from bloat and the sheer amount of food, gurgling angrily from all that junk. He needed to burp but nothing was coming up. Tears were in his eyes from the pressure. “Stevie. Sit em’ up a little, he’s too full to be laying back like that.” The blonde did so, probably groping a hair too much.
Stretching over chunky thighs she placed her hands on Buck’s rounded shoulders. Bucky hiccuped again, whimpering pitifully. His belly was making indecent noises, pushed out past mid thigh. She drifted a tiny hand to his chest, gently massaging and tweaking overfed flesh, “I’m proud of you sweetheart. My big boy eats so good for us. Lemme help you out.”
Then the demon angel jabbed a finger right into the roundest part of his tummy. Bucky yelped and squirmed, utterly pinned back, his belly shifting with the sudden poke. A cramp ran up his side, a moan of pain shifting into a long, loud belch. Stevie sighed, “That’s gotta be better right?” She turned around to give the space cadet a kiss, “Mhm baby. Come and feel.”
Two pairs of hands massaged and played with his overfed belly, Bucky burping and whining in relief. It felt so good, so good. Her soft lips nipped his jowls and fat second chin, Steve attacking his tender tits. She hissed, “Next time you let me know or I’ll lower your portions for a week.”
Bucky protested, “No, no, we’ll be good, wanna be big, bigger, baby!”
“That’s my good boys.”
Steve and her shared a kiss, hands joined together working the bloat out. Bucky couldn’t take it anymore, their movements jostling his gut against hardened prick. Bucky mewled, “Oh, guys, hngh!” They apparently didn’t hear it until he had wailed and painted his underbelly and fatpad with cum. Now two pairs of eyes stared.
“Did you just come?,” she asked, not meanly.
Bucky whispered, tears down his fat cheek, “Y-you guys looked so good, and, and you were making my…”
He stopped out of embarrassment. Steve’s dumbass asked, “Making what babe?” She rolled her eyes and palmed Bucky’s less swollen stomach, “We were rubbing him off by jostling his fat gut.” Steve blurted, “Fuck!” Bucky snickered at the genuine reaction.
She patted his belly and hummed, “I’ll have to clean you up later, mind if I take Steve for a ride? First row tickets?”
Bucky cracked open another coke and settled his hands on his belly, he was in for a wondrous reunion, well fed, sated and spent. God— he loved his life.
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Your determination to lose weight disappeared after that evening in the gym studio. When you wobbled out, a hot and sweaty mess, you decided to you would never walk again. You started mixing weight gain powder into every drink you had. You had seconds, thirds, extra meals, just to make up for what you kept yourself from having for that last few years.
I still made you go to the gym. The same ill-fitting workout clothes covered your growing body, or at least tried to. My friend made you do the simplest of exercises and stretches only to watch you fail. Your body struggled to move because you had been piling on the pounds. I had been feeding you the same as I had for the last few years, which is to say more than anyone should be having. You also ate more than you allowed yourself in the past. You stomach felt fuller and tighter throughout the day.
There had been some complaints at the gym about your attempts to workout. You took up too much space, your grunts and groans from walking became distracting, some even noticed that your were coming in fatter each visit. You had eventually gotten kicked out and I replay that memory everyday.
I started working out because I needed the strength to help pull you up from your seats. I'd watch you while I lifted weights, I think I've taken a liking to voyeurism. Your ass had turned your shorts into a thong (again) and I watched them jiggle as you stepped off the treadmill. I had to get a closer seat for the upcoming action.
Giving me a wink, your trainer mentioned squats. You grunted as you began. You ass cheeks pushed out further as you bent down. You brought your hands to you knees as you passed the point of no return. Your legs shook as they were pushed to their limit. A loud snap surprised you so you fell back until your well padded rear. Helping you up, we all saw the tattered remains of your shorts fall out from the mountains of fat you carry.
I had seen you pop a button off your pants, during that news year's oh so long ago. But to see you destroy the entire article of clothing? I was filled with such lust I had to share it with you. So I ushered you into the studio and share so much lust you, you could see that change. I cancelled your membership once we learned you were carrying five babies.
So you've been sitting on the couch for the last few months. The hundreds of pounds you've gained suited you well. I wanted to be there to fill you we whatever the babies made you crave but the seven we already had also needed attention. So I got nanny, who ended up liking to feed you more than I did. Your weight had been rising for ages but it rocketed once she was in charge of your dinners.
It was impossible to weigh you, your ass and the couch had a relationship that rivaled our own. We could only guess that you weigh 800 maybe even 900 pounds, but we couldn't tell how much of that what the babies. You insisted that it didn't matter, you wouldn't be able to walk afterwards but I stood my ground. The pregnancy helped but I wouldn't grant you the title of immobile until the quints came out.
It's late at night, the kids have been put to bed, and I'm feeding you a third dinner. You try to talk in-between bites but its just so tasty and the babies need so much energy. So you eat even faster so you'd be full and able to talk to me. You ask when I'll give you the surprise because you feet haven't touched the floor in 4 months. I hand you another plate while I try to think of something to say.
"Oh, so you found that out, huh. Um, I was expecting a little more time to prepare. Please let me explain before you jump to conclusions."
I get down on one knee and pull out a box. I open it to reveal a ring. You swallow so you won't choke on your gasp. But you realize that the ring will never fit. It is much too small for your fingers, even before you started gaining.
"I said let me explain. You have ate every meal I prepared, offered, or fed you. You have carried twelve of my children on three separate occasions. But this is not an engagement ring. It is a nose ring. Should you accept, you will be my piggy, my cow, forever."
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"Well, it's not like I could refuse, get up and walk away from this ~" I would flirt.
From now on, I want my workouts to consist of exercising my jaw muscles for chewing and swallowing down all the food you have to give me and you shaking up my body with all the future breeding sessions we will be having.
Make me work up a real good sweat. Your piggy hasn’t reached their weight goal yet ~
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fattestwriting · 1 year
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Cynthia, but she's 500 pounds heavier and going through a gassy butch phase? Complete with an undercut of course, with the sides of her head shaven~
Cynthia had lost her Sinnoh champion spot some time ago, with Dawn being the champion for leaning on two years at this point. During this time, the blonde pokemon master had not exactly adjusted well. At first, she decided to get a basic haircut, your average 'I need a change in my life' response. But the undercut didn't make her feel any better, not any better at all.
"I was the champion of this region for three decades, how do I lose all of that to some, some stuck up teenager!"
But, you know what did help? Food. Lots and lots of food. Cynthia found herself scraping the very bottom of her fifth XXXL tub of Super Chunk Chocolate Ice Cream that day. She tossed it with the others in the pile next to her couch, and struggles to get up. At this point, Cynthia was 500 lbs., if you're being generous, and yet she had someone failed to notice her change in size.
*PPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTT*
Or manners. Yes, indeed her constant binging had made her plenty gassy, and she couldn't care enough not to release it whenever she felt like it. This resulted in a number of things, a visual miasma of stink that lingered around her home, a several mile wide uninhabitable zone surrounding her abode, all the ice cream containers she orders directly to her house melting almost immediately, and, oh yea, she smelt absolutely fucking rancid. And yet despite all of this, and the fact she hadn't gotten off of her sweat and stench drenched couch in months, Cynthia she had had enough.
"What am I doing with my life?"
She grabbed her belly, a small monument to her legacy of fat, making up maybe 50 lbs. of her 500+lbs. total.
"I'm Cynthia, dragon queen, the champion of champions! I should reclaim my title! Surely it was just a fluke."
She had come to this conclusion in the past, in a desperate bid to convince herself her life still held meaning, but now? Now that she had delved so completely into her life of hedonism? She meant it. So she- after upwards of 3 hours of struggling- pried her sweaty hot ass off of her leather couch. She picked up her six trusty pokeballs, tried to put on her old coat, realized it would never fit again, and settled for a beyond-stained white tee and five-sizes-too-small sweat pants.
After she collected every thing she felt she would need, she opened her front door. A wave of hot dank air blew from her home like it was a popped balloon, tainting the last of the otherwise fresh air within the area. And so, with the sun glaring on her back, she set out on her grand adventure to get back her legacy!
...
And made it about 5 feet. She was doubled over, panting like she'd run a marathon, which for her cardiovascular system? She might as well have.
"Well, *pant*, in hard times like the- *wheeze* like these, you have to think smarter, not *gasp* harder. GARCHOMP, I CHOSE YOU!"
She reaches into her stained pants pockets with her beyond chubby little fingers and felt around until she found the ball for Garchomp. It was gross, covered in mystery stains and stickier than a string shot. She pressed the middle button to open the ball, and as it opens up, a physical film of gunk can be seen struggling to keep the ball closed, until finally the automatic mechanism pries it open and forces our Garchomp.
"GAR, GAR!"
The dragon pokemon looked as healthy and happy as the day it's owner quit battling years earlier. It's face shifted as it focused on its owner, however. It was clearly worried at seeing it's once beauty-model thin owner suddenly bloated into a 500 lbs. whale of a woman.
"Great, Garchomp! I need you to- *huff* to carry me! All the way to the champion hall."
The reptile would have assumed she was joking if not for her outstretched bingo arms and constant wheezing. Not to reject an order from its master, the Garchomp reluctantly sighed and then began lifting.
...
Several hours later, as the sun finally ducked beyond the horizon, they had made it to champion hall. At this point, Garchomp collapsed under it's owners weight, before returning to it's pokeball.
This wasn't the only thing collapsing, however, as soon as Cynthia began walking towards the hall itself, it began to wither, and eventually, fall apart. Cynthia's passive stench was ruining the building before her very eyes. Instead of feeling any form of panic or fear, she felt powerful and confident. Confident enough to turn her back to the champions hall and let out a trumpeting
*ppppppPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTHHH*
"*sigh*, it felt so good to let that out."
And as she turns around to face the hall once again, all she sees is an enormous pile of rubble. A very expensive, very satisfying pile of rubble where once the most prestigious establishment in the region stood.
Cynthia began to walk over the rubble, slipping farts as she m9ved her jiggly body over the rough terrain. After about ten minutes of walking (and an additional hour for her to sit and wheeze until she could walk again) she saw something amidst the rubble. On her knees, palms and hat on the ground, sat Dawn. She had grown into quite the desirable young lady since she beat Cynthia, with a fat ass and huge tits framing her thin torso.
"Dawn."
Cynthia spoke up.
"I challenge you for the spot of champion of Sinnoh."
*PPPPfffffffttptptpttt*
Almost as if to punctuate her challenge, Cynthia let loose another small fart, which sent tons of debris flying in all directions.
"Fine."
Dawn said, as she stands up and puts her hat back on. She's still smaller than Cynthia, by about two feet. Being an adult doesn't change her height, she supposed.
"On one condition."
Cynthia's ears perked up at this demand.
"You face me, in a battle of flatulence."
At that Cynthia's stomach roared. She didn't even need to say yes for the agreement to be made.
"Well Dawn, it's only fair you go f-"
*THHHRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPT*
Before Cynthia could finish her sentence, Dawn had let loose. She put her whole body into it, forcing it out of her as fast, hard, and sloppily as possible. The path of destruction was incalculable, easily reaching hundreds of miles past her ass. The entire region was aware of this fart, if not for the sound or the stench, from how it instantly melted all of Sinnoh's iconic snow and ice. Before anyone could worry about a potential flood, Cynthia responded.
*FFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTT*
She didn't even flench, barely letting out a toot. And yet still this miniscule release evaporated all of the water in Sinnoh, as well as in... Well. Every ocean. Her expulsion reached every corner of the planet, killing plants, coroding buildings, and evaporating water. If Dawn hadn't passed out from the pure concusive force, she'd have her jaw to the floor.
"Hah! I still got it! Cynthia's back, bitches! Say hello to your new champion! Me!
So Dawn, let's say we go down to a champion building that isn't in shambles and make this baby official!
Dawn? Hello?"
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gcldfanged · 1 year
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5. things you didn’t say at all
Things You Said [ACCEPTING]
It's a dumb trick. He even says so.
But the little lordling with his clean, pressed shirt and bow tie a bit too large for his slender neck just stares expectantly, waiting for the 'magic' to begin.
Sighing, Jae takes out a pretty worn gil coin and places it between his ring and pinky finger. Ducking his thumb underneath his palm, he balances the old coin on the pad of his thumb and transfers it onto the top of the same hand's index finger. It's fluid and practiced (he'd never admit just how long he'd been practicing, it'd ruin the effect), the elder boy anticipating the coin's movement enough to roll it straight across his knuckles and back again.
"Easy, huh?" he laughs, flicking the coin into the air with his thumb and feeling pretty satisfied with the performance despite his earlier hesitation. Maybe it was the look of pure amazement on the rich kid's face, maybe he just was REALLY bored that day- whatever it was, it felt kinda... fun.
The sun was dipping lower on the horizon and peeking beneath the plate more, casting a gentle and warm light of the Pavilion in Sector One.
"I gotta go, or else my parents might start freaking out... We should play again sometime, though! Tomorrow, okay?" the other boy promises, not even looking where he was running as he waved and smiled back at the young hoodlum.
"Yeah, maybe. If I don't have anything going on," Yoon lies- his day was completely open.
He whistled to himself as he jumped over a fallen trash bin, disturbing the pigeons that had been feasting on various food wastes. Pausing for a moment, he spun back around as the moment of realization hit him.
"Hey, wait. I don't even know your-"
WHAP.
A rolled up magazine smacks the foreign Turk in the arm, Jae narrowing his eyes and scowling at the lanky sprawl of bony limbs that was his senior.
"Scrub- Go grab me somethin' from the vending machines," Reno orders with all the languid authority of an emperor luxuriating on his lavish throne.
"Grab it yourself, you could use the exercise. All that take-out's making you fat."
As if on cue, Rude (the frik to Reno's frak) steps in and lowers his sunglasses just slightly as he glances down at Reno laying on the office couch.
"Scrub's got a point," is his only, meager addition to the fight waiting to erupt between the other two agents.
"I ain't fat! I'm like one of those big-ass snakes. The ones that choke farmers to death in swamps- Pure muscle, baby."
Jae merely passes the couch on his way out the door, visibly making the effort to gesticulate scratching the side of his cheek... with only his middle finger.
A brisk stride carries him down the hall before anymore reading material can be hurled at his person, he was making good time. Might even get to leave a bit early after he forwarded some of the latest propaganda clips to Tseng. Now that he was thinking of it, he did feel in dire need of a coffee- Even if it had to be canned.
There was a group of Second Class SOLDIERs standing in a little huddle around their First Class senior near the vending machines of that floor- And by that elaborately decorated leather coat, he had a feeling he knew who it was.
"Show me how to do that again?" one of the recruits asked, struggling with something in his hands.
"It's pretty easy once you get the hang of it-" Rhapsodos explains, looking a bit too inestimably pleased with himself. He clearly enjoys the attention and is preening a bit (okay, a lot) as the other men watch him roll single gil coin across his fingers. If only peacocks had been created in shades of red, then it'd better fit the swordsman's trademark style.
Watching as his captivated audience starts emulating the sleight of hand skill, Genesis happens to look up at just the right- or maybe wrong- moment.
Jae immediately averts his eyes and continues walking, which looks suspicious as hell, but he's not about to run up and start an awkward conversation. He would literally rather be flayed alive and rolled in salt than come across as another brainless, fawning admirer- Some kind of bizarre outlier from the Red Leather or Study Group fanclubs. There was no way that Genesis would even remember him, they'd been so young, and he could have picked up that trick in any dive bar available in Midgar.
At least, that's what he tells himself.
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s-8-t-a-n · 4 years
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Blackout story time lmao
#so today was....interesting...to say the lesg#it was my neph bday party & i already fucked up by taking sleeping pills instead of my vitamins so i crashed out for majority of the party#then as i awoke we sang happy bday and his family left but my brothers friends stayed#they then aquired alcohol...to before i chugged some NASTY whiskey for kicks#but they showed up and I took 6ish shots of mallibu and a bit of my brothers beer here and there#i then thot oh i should lay down#i did and one of my brothers friends was just leaving and called me cool so that was niiice#then next thing i knew i told my friend des i was gonna vom then i did#alll over their living room floor#then i was walked over to my friend rys bathroom and began to vom some more while contiuosly apologizing#that was until i felt so shitty i started moaning like a mother fucker#it was nice that i deadass onky knew 2 out of the 4 people taking care of me#i had just met the other two a couple hours before hand...#then at some point they all carried my fat ass to the couch and the first thing i said was I want my mom ofc#but soon i got better and had a wholeass conversation with a long friend who i had trouble getting close to#while also learning some new info on my crush#anyways i spoke to the other homies a bit more and still apologizing lmao#and one of em fed me string cheese and that was also very niiice#then like 5min after they left i threw up again and my homie ry had to hold back my hair and pat me on the back#again very nice and he left his door open for me cuz he be nice#then i fell alseep for like two hours ish?#and uh...here we is#time in vegas#satan speaks
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epigstolary · 3 years
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The Middle of Nowhere
Technically, I’m free to come and go as I please. My chaser doesn’t keep me under lock and key. There’s no gainer sex dungeon, no bed with handcuffs built into it, no livestock feeding machine with a harness he lashes me into. Anybody could come up and knock on the door, and there’s a decent chance my 800 pounds would even waddle up to the door to greet them. I’m not a captive. I’m not even hidden. I’m just… in the middle of nowhere.
At first, the idea of a farmhouse way out in the country seemed idyllic. Peace, quiet, privacy, and the miles of fields and plains stretching far away. It didn’t hurt that, in a rural place like where I was from, there was virtually nobody interested in feeding and growing someone — except for him, and he was surprisingly close. We met for the first time at the diner in town, but it didn’t take long for the discussion to turn to where he lived — miles away, miles down a dirt road cutting off from the already desolate rural route running along the edge of his land. Nobody around to spy or judge. Someplace where we could be ourselves.
I jumped at the chance to move in with him, and I started blowing up almost immediately. I had the opportunity to indulge myself, and I took it — while he’d be out at work, I’d be sitting around his farmhouse, always eating or snacking between meals, never having to stop and go anywhere. I went from my original fat body to morbidly obese in a matter of weeks, and in six months nearly doubled my weight. He bought me clothes with room to grow, but faster than either of us expected my belly was fully hanging out the bottom of my shirts, resting on the thighs that were stretching my formerly baggy pants to the bursting point. My newly flabbier arms bulged out of the sleeves, flexing the fabric as they lifted more food into my waiting mouth. I didn’t strictly need clothes, since I never went anywhere, but we both liked to keep up the pretense that I was living something of a normal life.
There was no question that he wanted to see me fatter; but he never forced me to eat, never got angry when I said I wanted to slow down or try to eat a little healthier. He just kept cooking, kept serving, kept making sure everything I couldn’t resist was always in reach. That was all it took. It wasn’t long before my belly and arms made me far too large to fit in the small cab of his old pickup. The discovery that I was now isolated here — completely under his power and dependent on him to leave, confined as effectually as if I were chained — took my breath away. Even if I could somehow squeeze behind the wheel, the fat bulging out around it was enough to keep me from turning it or reaching the pedals, however much I might push against that resistance. At that point, my only real means of leaving became tantalizingly close but forever out of reach. I could see it, touch it, get as close as I wanted; but I could never use it to save myself again.
I did try to walk away once. When I hit 500 pounds and he made an entire cake for me to finish to celebrate, I had a minor freak out at just how big I was getting and decided I had to get out. So I started walking in the middle of the night. But at a very sedentary quarter-ton, it didn’t take long before I had burned through the panic adrenaline and started getting winded hauling so much fat around. My back ached from holding up my juggling belly, my thighs burned from the unfamiliar friction of walking a long distance, and my chest clenched tight from exertion and the struggle to breathe. I collapsed about a half-mile toward the road, a sweaty, blubbery heap; and early in the morning I heard his pickup chugging up behind me. Without a word, with no reproach, he helped me up, hoisting my bulbous ass into the cab of the truck. He drove us both back toward the house, my body jiggling with every bump and dip. A pound of bacon and a plate of chocolate pancakes calmed me down just fine.
Things only accelerated from there. Early on, I’d been able to take a snack out to the yard and walk along the fence to get some fresh air. Now, I’m barely able to waddle out to the porch and plop down on the bench, my overhang bumping against my knees with each step. I’ll go out with a plate of food, my ass filling the two-seater bench in its entirety, and watch the occasional car glide by on the distant road, as remote and unreachable to me as the moon. Even if I really did want to leave — even if I thought I could go somewhere, ignore my hunger long enough to get down to a “normal” size, and go back to my life as it was — how would I do it? I’m not struggling for miles to the road carrying nearly a half-ton of blubber, if I could even make it down the driveway on my own without getting completely winded; and even if I did, nobody is picking up a hitchhiker who can barely fit into a pickup bed.
Who could I call for help, then? The police? And tell them what, that they should arrest my roommate because I ate myself to the size of a small elephant? This is the midwest; there’s a decent chance I wouldn’t even be the fattest person they’ve dealt with that week. And there’s nobody here driving for Uber, no cab company within a hundred miles, even if I could fit in their car. I could hire an ambulance, but with what money? And anyway, I’m not ready for the shame of being strapped into a gurney and bundled away by a troupe of men, all gawking at how much lard I’d been able to pack onto my frame and tut-tutting at the fat cow who let their indulgence and morbid obesity get so out of control. That might come whether I want it to or not someday, but not yet.
So here I sit — chewing, swallowing, consuming. Eating so much I can almost feel my body expanding with new fat every day. More weight pressing me down, making the distant road that much further away. My thighs and calves jiggling more, my pudge-filled arms swinging more to balance my weight, my belly hanging lower every day. And he sits here with me — smiling, complimenting, admiring my growing rolls and tighter clothes and slower steps and heavier breaths. Watching as I build my own prison, bite by bite.
It won’t be long before the dozen or so steps to the porch and the now-too-narrow front door are more trouble than they’re worth. Then more and more of my meals will be taken on the couch because it’s not worth my fat-laden frame hobbling over to the dining table. Then eventually, maybe, I stop getting up at all, and just let my fat swell and grow in place. How much bigger will I get then, I wonder.
He doesn’t have to keep me locked up, because I’m doing the job well enough on my own. And I know he’ll never stop wanting me bigger. I can see it in his eyes when he imagines my body under another hundred, five hundred, thousand pounds of fat, wobbling pitifully amidst a pile of unmoving lard and struggling desperately to function at all. What is he going to do to get me there? What’s going to happen to me when I’m too big to go anywhere and he has me, in the middle of nowhere, all to himself?
I guess all I can do is keep eating and find out.
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Thin Ice - Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader
WARNINGS: mild angst, cursing, arguing, clingy kuroo cause i think he's adorable, hurt/comfort
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SUMMARY: after an intense fight with kuroo, you resign to the couch for the night. however, kuroo still needs his nightly dose of cuddles and is determined to get them
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"Whatever Tetsurou, I'm too tired for this anymore. I'm done." The two of you had been arguing into the late night hours about God knows what at this point. So much had regrettably been said in the past hour that you couldn't even tell who was in the wrong anymore. It was just one thing after the other. Your cheeks were damp with the few tears you'd been unable to hold back and your head was pounding like a drum. You were absolutely drained.
Not that Kuroo was fairing much better, dark bags hung under his blood shot and glossy eyes, causing his face to look a little more hollow than it actually was. If anything, he looked even more exhausted than you were.
It was rare to see him like this. Usually he'd cover up his hurt with a quick joke or comment, but his stressful day at work had eroded away at his walls, leaving him completely vulnerable.
"What do you mean done?" He asked, fully preparing for the worst. Was this it? Were you about to leave him? No. You wouldn't, the two of you always worked things out.
"I mean that I'm done with this argument, I can't do this anymore. I'm going to bed, and I suggest you do the same." You started gathering pillows and blankets from the various pieces of furniture in the living room, setting them up on the couch to form a makeshift bed.
"You're not actually sleeping out here are you? Kitten-"
"Don't call me that, not right now! Just leave me alone Kuroo, I don't want to see you until the morning." You sounded a little harsher than you intended to. But your own stubbornness refused you the chance to take it back.
Kuroo let out a scoff, "Oh so I'm Kuroo now? Whatever Y/N, sleep wherever you want, I don't care." He didn't mean that, not in the slightest, but the need to get in the last word had overcome all sense of logic he had left. So with clenched fists and a tense jaw, he stormed out of the living room before you could utter another word. The slamming door of your shared bedroom finally allowing you the privacy to let loose the flood of tears you'd been holding back.
Unfortunately for you, the close proximity of the living room and master bedroom created by the quaint one story house allowed for the muffled sobs of your boyfriend to reach your ears. Your heart hurt at the though of him curled up all alone on the large mattress, but again, you were too headstrong to do anything about it. Everything was so overwhelming that your body ended up giving out. Your eyes falling shut as you hugged a throw pillow close to your chest.
It was around 2:30 a.m. that you were roused from your slumber by the sound of shuffling feet. Sleepily rubbing at your eyes, you looked up to see a large, dark figure looming at the foot of the couch. You nearly jumped ten feet in the air, your heart rate quickening to an unatural pace. The sharp yelp you let out was followed by the figure flicking on a light, revealing that the figure was in fact your, very exhausted looking, boyfriend.
"Woah, Kitten it's just me!" He stretched out his arms in an attempt to calm you.
"Tetsurou what the fuck? You scared the shit out of me!"
He grimaced, mumbling out an apology. That definitely wasn't his intention.
"What do you want?" You asked sharply.
"I couldn't sleep, not without you." His voice is pleading as he looked at you expectingly.
"Well maybe you forgot, but we're not exactly on cuddling terms right now." You weren't even all that upset anymore, most of your sour emotions fading away with the few hours of sleep you'd gotten. Nonetheless, a few traces of bitter hurt and anger still remained. It was the principle, the fight the two of you had was still unresolved, and being woken up so suddenly didn't exactly help much with your current mood. He really expected you to just come to his beck and call because he "couldn't sleep?"
"Can we just forget about it until the morning? Please, I need you." He sounded a little more desperate this time. Now that you thought about it, he seemed on edge and antsy. He kept shifting his weight from side to side, the backs of his heels lifting up as he did so.
"No, Tetsurou, go to bed. I don't feel like being around you right now. Just give me some space and we can talk in the morning." You dramatically slung your blanket over yourself, making it a point to toss over to your other side, turning your back to Kuroo.
There's an annoyed huff, and suddenly your blanket has been rudely ripped from your body. Before you could protest, a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, hoisting you off the couch and over Kuroo's broad shoulder.
"I didn't want it to come to this but you've forced my hand."
"Kuroo Tetsurou put me down!"
"Sorry Kitten, but I need you, so we're doing this the hard way." It seems as though his defense mechanisms have built themselves back up, as this time his voice holds a more teasing tone to it.
Despite your protests, he carries you back to your shared bedroom, gently tossing you onto the queen sized mattress. You're quick to make your next move to escape, but before you could move more than a few inches, Kuroo plops down on top of you. His chest is pressed up against your torso and he's already nuzzled his face into the side of your neck, pinning you down with the full weight of his body.
"Tetsu, get off!" You squirm under him, grabbing at his back. You hadn't even realized that you'd resorted back to calling him by the nickname he loved so much. But he surely did, his chest warmed as the name rolled off your tongue. He took it as a sign that you weren't really as mad as you were letting on to be. The two of you were okay.
His breath tickles your neck as he let's out an exaggerated sigh. His hands move to either side of your head, giving him the leverage to prop himself up just enough to lift his head while maintaining the ability to hold you down with his weight. His face is now centimeters away from your own, his nose brushing against yours as his hot breath fans your face. Did this smooth mother fucker really brush his teeth before he came to talk to you?
"I'll let you get up if you can tell me why we were even fighting." His voice is low and gravely. He knows he's got you by the way your eyes refuse to meet his, and he can't help the smirk that crawls it's way onto his face.
Based on the way he's looking at you, you're expecting him to spew out some teasing comment, but instead he presses a chaste kiss to your lips. It's sweet and innocent, a contrast to his usual eager and cocky displays of affection.
"I'm really sorry, Kitten." He whispers, and you know it's genuine. "And I should have said it earlier instead of storming off. I don't want us to end up like my parents, going to bed angry and never fixing anything."
There it is. That's why he was acting so desperate when he'd come to wake you up. His parent's rocky and loveless relationship imprinted on him at a young age, showing him everything he wanted to avoid in his own relationship. His worst fear was being unable to break the cycle of heartbreak set by his parents, and your unresolved argument scared him.
You couldn't help but feel a little guilty knowing that you were to blame for the pain he went through tonight. You instinctively reached up to cup his face in an attempt to comfort him, the pad of your thumb gently running over his cheek bone. Any anger or bitterness you'd felt had melted away with his heartfelt apology. He leaned into your touch, eyes fluttering shut for just a second as he let out a relieved sigh.
"I'm sorry too, Tetsu." He let out a soft hum as your hand glides down to the back of his neck, finger tips scratching at his nape and playing with the soft tufts of hair. "We're okay, I promise."
Kuroo's previous smirk had now melted into a soft lopsided smile. Leaning down, he presses another kiss against your lips, this time a little more confident and eager.
"Okay, now can you get your fat ass up so I can breathe?" You mumbled against his lips. The sudden snarky comment has Kuroo putting back up his signature smirk. A deep chuckle reverberating through his chest. "Are you gonna stay?"
You nod silently and that seems to be enough to convince him.
Although you'd made quiet the fuss about it, you actually miss the pressure and warmth provided by his body as he lazily rolls off of you, now laying on his side. But the warm feeling isn't gone for long, because next thing you know Kuroo's arms have already snaked around your waist, pulling you back into his chest. He's got you pressed flush against him, one arm holding your waist while the other tangles itself in your hair. His chin rests comfortably on top of your head, every now and then tilting it downward to press soft kisses to your hair.
It isn't long before his breathing is already starting to even out, the exhaustion finally catching up to him. The feather light circles you're tracing into his back only speed up the process.
"You're lucky I love you," you joke, but you're sure he gets the hidden message in your words. Although, the response you're waiting for never comes. There's no way he's already asleep, he's definitely toying with you.
Your fingers halt their movements on his back. Impatient with waiting for his response, you dig your nails into his back, just hard enough to get his attention.
"Hmm? I was sleeping, did you say something, Kitten?" You don't miss the subtle taunting that laces it's way into his words. Oh, he's definitely toying with you.
"You are on thin ice Kuroo Tetsurou."
With your ear so close to his chest you hear the soft vibrations of his chuckle. "I love you too, Kitten."
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baekhansol · 3 years
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relief & reassurance
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pairing: san x reader, wooyoung x reader (both san & wooyoung are doms, reader is sub)
genres: comfort, angst-ish, smut, completely self indulgence | rating: mature ! do not interact if a minor
word count: 3812
plot: you're feeling down, and your boyfriends try to make you feel better
warnings: depression, self hatred, skin picking disorder, body weight insecurity, polyamourous relationship, nipple/ breast play, fingering, sex toy usage, oral, bdsm themes, doms/sub relationships, orgasm denial & control, squirting, spanking, choking, biting/marking/slight scratching, a bit of hair pulling, slight teasing, use of pet names (princess, good girl), bulge kink, creampie, unprotected sex (please be safe!!), doggystyle, praise kink, multiple orgasm, pain kink(?), threesome, use of the color light system (just check-ins, no safe word use), subspace, and sweet sweet aftercare - as usual, let me know if I missed anything!
a/n: this is a very very self indulgent fic. a very special thanks to @sugasbabiie for beta reading this for me and pointing out some things that I needed to change 💜💜💜
You felt disgusting, broken, and just downright depressed. You were supposed to hang out with San for the night, but he was running late. So you went ahead and ordered takeout, getting his favorite. Ever since you started dating him and Wooyoung, you would take time to have a date night with them separately and together. That way, you wouldn't always be the victim of their teasing.
You hear San unlocking the door, so you do your best to act fine as you go over to greet him.
"I'm glad you're finally here!" You say, pulling him into a hug.
"Hi baby," he says, his dimples appearing as he hugs you back. "It smells delightful," San adds, pulling back and looking at you. His eyebrow twitches, and you're afraid he is going to ask what was wrong, but instead, he takes off his shoes.
"I'm glad! I bought your favorite barbecue, and I think it might still be warm," you tell him, clapping your hands once as you go to check, San trailing behind.
"Did you already eat?" He checks, looking at you sternly as he breaks the wooden chopsticks.
"Yes, and if you want proof, it's in the trash can," you say, looking down and away.
"Alright," he says, his voice softening immediately. "Go turn something you like on, okay? I'll eat and then clean up."
You nod and kiss his cheek, going back and turning on the show you've been marathoning. San comes and sits next to you, eating and half-heartedly paying attention.
You lean against his shoulder and curl up into your blanket, trying to relax. Your insecurities were getting the better of you.
When San finishes his food, he kisses your cheek. "I'll be back in a few," he says, and you know he is going to shower.
"Make sure to brush your teeth!"
"I will," San responds with a chuckle.
When San returns from cleaning up, you hadn't realized you zoned out from the show and started crying. He turns off the TV and pulls you into his lap slowly, giving you the opportunity to pull away.
You don't, so you end up letting out a soft sob against his chest. San soothingly plays with your hair and rubs your back, letting you cry while saying soothing words in your ear.
"It's okay baby, let it out. I'm here for you, don't worry. You can tell me anything; you know that, right?"
When you’ve calmed down enough, and you blow your nose, San finally asks, "What has you so worked up, Y/N?"
You sigh, looking away and shaking your head.
"I just want to help," he assures you, "So please, tell me."
He wipes your tears away with his thumb, his own eyes full of concern.
"I've just been… feeling really insecure and hating my body," you murmur, looking away. "I hate that I have a stupid skin picking disorder. I hate how fat I am. I hate my stretch marks and my stupid eyes. I hate that I have two incredibly attractive boyfriends, and I'm just a potato," you rant, getting overly worked up to the point you start crying again.
"No, no, no, no, precious no," San says, his heart breaking as he sends a quick text to Wooyoung (get your ass over here asap).
"You're so beautiful, okay? We are all humans with flaws. Woo and I are idols, so that's why you think that. Remember my high school and middle school photos? I'd probably look worse than that now if I weren't an idol and could spend lots of money on skincare," he says with a slight giggle, handing you tissues again.
You take it and blow your nose again, groaning slightly. He just had to be logical.
"And I love all of you. I love your sexy body. I love your personality. I love the way you think and talk; how you see the world. I love your pretty eyes. They can see, you know? So you can see me," he giggles at that a little, gently kissing each of your eyelids.
"I love your pretty lips," he says, running a thumb over them. "I love your body. There's so much to cuddle, and you're soft and even better to cuddle than shiber, but don't tell them." At this, San gently starts caressing your body.
"And you know, your sweet tummy isn't going to be flat like mine. It's hard work to keep abs, and I generally don't eat before we perform to keep them there. Because when I eat, bye bye abs," he tells you, pulling his shirt up to show you how his stomach was just smooth and soft.
"And for your tummy," San begins, laying you down on the couch and pulling your shirt up to kiss it. "Your pretty tummy holds your uterus and the most precious parts of the entire female reproductive system, your ovaries and eggs. And right here," he kisses under your belly button, getting closer to over your pubic bone, a very sensitive spot for you, "right here is where all the magic happens."
You quirk an eyebrow, waiting for him to explain as you feel your cheeks heating up.
"It's where a baby will grow, if we decide to have one, and it's where your body let's you know it's reproductively healthy," he starts, kissing lower and lower each time, until you're biting your tongue to hold back a moan. San picks up the change in your state, swallowing the need to smirk.
"And your legs, your beautiful legs," he murmurs, massaging your feet and up your calves. "They carry you around all day and are so pretty." San kisses your shins, then slowly up your inner thighs, making you squirm.
His strong hands hold you in place as he continues worshiping your body. "You're beautiful thighs," he murmurs, nipping them. "They hide something beautiful between them, but even on their own…" San tries not to groan, as he can tell he is growing hard by your soft gasps. "They're soft and lovely to rest my head on, like your breasts, and I could spend all day marking them up. I love the way they jiggle like your ass does when spanked," he adds, looking you in your eye as he rubs your thigh, what he normally would do before spanking you.
When you nod, he gives them a resounding smack. This time, you don't hold back your moan.
He takes your hands in his, kissing your palms. "Your beautiful hands are perfect to hold, and your arms giving the best hugs, but don't tell Wooyoung or really anyone I said that," San giggles a little again, kissing up your arms, nipping here and there on the soft flesh.
"I know you hate how you pick at your arms, and I know how hard it is for you to control that impulse. But I want to help you, and I assure you Wooyoung feels the same way, okay?" he assures you.
You look away, more embarrassed than aroused now. "Precious, I asked you a question," he says, turning your chin to make you look at him, his dominance coming out.
"Yes sir," you say, biting your lip.
"You don't have to call me sir right now. This is about you. Now, can I make you feel good?" He whispers, his thumb ghosting over your lip as his knee ruts into your core.
"Please," you sigh, wondering if he would ask first or if he would make you beg.
Your word pleased him, as he immediately picks you up and kisses you deeply, carrying you to your bed.
“I love you so much; you know that, right?” San asks as he sets you down on the bed, helping you out of your shirt.
“I do,” you say softly, looking down as your face heats up.
San plants another sweet kiss on your lips, then slowly down your neck.
“Your soft skin is so kissable,” he says with a little giggle, nipping and sucking lightly, just enough to leave slight marks for the day. He undoes your bra, laying you back on the bed as his mouth travels down your decolletage, his hands caressing your breasts.
“You’re so precious to me, and I love all of you,” San assures you. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’ll say yellow if you’re uncomfortable? Red if you want to stop?” he adds.
“I love you too,” you whisper, looking down at him lovingly. “And I always will,” you assure him.
He immediately takes one of your breasts in his mouth, his teeth lightly grazing your nipple, causing you to moan out his name.
He smiles against your skin, giving the same attention to the other breast. San begins to kiss down your stomach, humming while he does.
“I love your soft tummy,” he murmurs, looking up at you with utmost sincerity in his eyes. “It makes you extra cuddly,” he giggles.
You blush, not sure how to respond until he hooks his fingers beneath the waistband of your shorts.
“May I?” San asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes please,” you say, raising your hips to help him. He ends up taking your underwear off as well, a somewhat sheepish smirk on his face.
“Sorry,” he says, his tone rather unconvincing.
You roll your eyes as he spreads your legs, his eyes going face to face with your heat.
“Can I eat you out?” he bluntly asks, his warm fingers opening your folds.
“Please,” you say, letting him position your legs better as he immediately licks your folds, kissing your clit.
You let out a soft whine of pleasure, falling back onto your bed and allowing yourself to relax. San continues to suck on your clit, feeling your arousal start to drip onto his chin as you clench around nothing. Before you could beg for more, San’s tongue enters you, lapping up your arousal and easily hitting the spots that make your orgasm begin to quickly grow. San’s nose rubs against your clit, and he smirks as you grind against his face.
“San~ Sannie~ ah~” you moan, causing him to chuckle softly. The vibrations make your toes curl, and you gasp and grab the sheets.
San reaches up and takes one of your hands in his, gently squeezing it in reassurance as he continues his ministrations.
As you start feeling closer to your orgasm, San stops. He stands up, causing you to whine.
“Don’t worry, I’m not done yet,” he says with a gentle laugh. San opens the drawer where you kept your sex toys and lube, and he takes something out you can’t quite see.
“What color are you?” he asks.
“Still green,” you assure him, trying to smile for him.
San kisses your forehead before going back down on you, this time putting his fingers inside of you. He turns on the bullet vibrator he took on a low setting and presses it against your clit, smirking when you groan his name and buck your hips.
“God, you’re so sexy like this,” he murmurs, kissing your thigh.
You whimper in response, boosting his ego. San turns up the setting on the vibrator, relishing in the power he had over you. He was glad he could help you feel better, even if it was only temporary. Which he hoped it wouldn’t. He wanted his words to have comforted you.
“I’m close-” you begin, your toes curling and thighs shaking.
San immediately pulls his fingers out of you and turns off the vibrator.
“San, what the fuck?” you whine. You weren’t being bratty; you were just confused.
“I promise I am still doing this to make you feel good,” he assures you, setting down the vibrator. “What color are you?” San asks.
“Green,” you admit, causing him to smirk and go back down on you.
After being denied twice, the coil built into a strong pressure, causing you to furrow your brows and whine out his name, being more vocal than usual. You almost feel overstimulated, but he holds your hips in place with firm hands so you can’t escape.
“San, fuck, I’m gonna- fuck!” you nearly sob, suddenly orgasming harder than you have in the past.
He lets you ride his tongue through your orgasm before he pulls up, a confident smirk on his now rather wet face. “I made you squirt,” he says proudly.
“I-?”
“Squirted, yeah,” San smugly confirms, standing up and sauntering to the bathroom. You’re not sure what he is doing in there, but he soon comes back with a dried face and a damp washcloth.
“I want to keep going,” you sheepishly admit.
He nods and cleans off some of the mess, tossing the washcloth into the hamper. “Let's take off the blankets then, yeah?” San says, helping you stand as he strips off the blanket.
You sit back down and look up at him, pulling him in for a kiss when he comes back. “I want you inside me,” you say softly, tugging at his pants.
“Be patient, you will,” he assures you, pulling away to undress himself.
His self-control never failed to surprise you because as soon as he got rid of his clothes, his hard length stood erect.
He hovers back over you, laying you down and kissing you sweetly. San grinds against you to test how sensitive you were. When you shivered, he stopped, continuing to gently kiss you.
San pulls away after a moment in order to align himself with your entrance. “I love you so much,” he tells you, sliding his tip in.
“I love you too, San,” you assure him, gasping as he continues to enter you, stilling only when he was fully seated inside.
“See, your tummy is even bigger now,” San giggles, rubbing your tummy.
“Are you trying to get me to say you have a big cock?” you giggle.
“No, but I wouldn’t be offended if you did say that,” he responds with a giggle of his own.
“San, please move your big cock,” you tease a little, laughing softly.
“As you wish, princess,” San teases right back, beginning to move at a comfortable, intimate pace.
You move your hips in tandem to his thrusts, gasping softly as he brushes your g spot.
“I’m so lucky to have you in my life,” San says, praising you sweetly. “You’re an amazing person, and I can’t believe you love me back.”
You feel yourself blushing, unable to say anything besides soft moans and whines.
“You’re so beautiful. Like this and any other time. You’re always beautiful,” he assures you, reaching down to start rubbing your clit.
You grab onto his bicep that was holding him up, whimpering his name.
“Good girl,” San groans, reaching down to capture your lips in a kiss. “Go ahead and cum when you need to, don’t hold back,” he adds, picking up his pace ever so slightly, knowing you were growing close.
“I- oh, fuck,” you whine, your nails digging into his bicep as you orgasm.
He continues to thrust through yours, and San soon releases inside of you.
“You couldn’t wait for me to get here?” You hear Wooyoung cry indignantly.
“How long have you been there?” San asks, pulling out of you and cupping your cheek before rolling onto the bed next to you, giving you a view of a very irritated and flustered Wooyoung.
“Long enough to start getting hard,” Wooyoung complains. You glance down to his crotch, and there was a definite tent in his pants.
“Well, this wasn’t the original plan,” San begins, and you are quick to look at the floor, taking great interest in the carpet suddenly. “Y/N was feeling depressed and very insecure about her body, and it just happened to lead to this,” San explains, leaning back and crossing his arms.
“You did?” Wooyoung asks, his eyes snapping to you.
You don’t look up at him or say anything, but you nod a little.
Wooyoung doesn’t say anything, but you know he walks over in front of you. His fingers grip your chin and tilt your head up. “I asked you a question,” he says, his eyes hard.
“I… yes…” you say, sounding uncertain of yourself.
Wooyoung raises an eyebrow, waiting expectantly.
“I… don’t like myself?” you tell him, your words coming out as more of a question than a statement.
“Y/N,” Wooyoung says, trying his best not to sound disappointed. “You’re an amazing person. The best partner we could ask for. I don’t know what exactly is wrong, and I would love to talk about that later if you want. But I love you so fucking much, okay?” Wooyoung’s eyes were a little glossy, and you could tell how much he meant his words. He wanted you to feel better.
“I know… I love you both too…” You say, holding onto his arm before leaning up to give him a gentle kiss.
Wooyoung holds you close, deepening the kiss. “Is it okay if I have a turn?” he asks you, his hand resting on your hip.
“Yeah, I’d like that,” you whisper, rubbing your noses together.
“I love you so much,” Wooyoung says, mostly to himself. He then asks, “Can I be rough?”
“Yes, I’ll say if it’s too much,” you assure him, Wooyoung and San both nodding.
Wooyoung is quick to undress and is soon guiding you onto all fours. He spreads open your legs and cheeks, watching San’s cum drip out of you. “You didn’t use a condom with San?” he leans forward and whispers into your ear.
San shrugs, knowing it didn’t matter since you were all clean and you were not likely to get pregnant.
Wooyoung pulls back and smacks your ass. “I love the sight,” he groans to himself, teasing your entrance as he smacks your other cheek. “I love how your body reacts to me,” Wooyoung says, grinning as you arch your back up, trying to get him inside of you.
“You had San, and you need more?” Wooyoung teases, slowly entering you.
“Yes, I need you too,” you gasp out, getting fistfuls of the sheets as you hold them to keep yourself up.
“Good,” Wooyoung grunts, beginning to harshly thrust into you.
“You’re making such a mess with your pretty cunt,” Wooyoung laughs a bit sadistically.
“Just for you, just for you both,” you manage to get out, angling your hips so he would hit your g spot.
“You’re such a good girl for us both, and you’re so fucking perfect,” Wooyoung groans.
San scoots up closer to your face, tilting up your chin to look at you. “You okay?” he whispers. “Color?” He knows Wooyoung could get a bit carried away at times, so he wanted to check.
“Green,” you choke out, your arms giving in on a particularly strong thrust.
Wooyoung slows his thrusts and grabs your hair, pulling you up and moving his hand to your throat. “You’re beautiful, Y/N. We are so lucky to have you,” he whispers, rolling his hips into yours.
You nod a little, your orgasm building again. Wooyoung hums softly and starts thrusting faster, grunting softly in your ear before he decides to suck colorful marks onto your neck and shoulder.
“That’s our girl,” he murmurs, reaching down to rub your clit as he squeezes your neck.
You gasp, your thoughts going blank from the slight lack of oxygen to your brain.
“Go on and cum on my cock, princess,” Wooyoung urges you, biting down on your shoulder as he squeezes your neck a little more, searching for his release.
At the slight increase in pressure, your body explodes, and you cum, your fluttering walls encouraging Wooyoung’s orgasm.
He lets up on your throat and clit, thrusting a few more times to ride out your highs. Wooyoung pulls out of you and helps you lay down, cupping your cheeks.
“How are you feeling, baby?” Wooyoung asks, cupping your cheeks.
You’re zoned out, blissed expression was a dead giveaway of your state, as you felt high and floaty.
“Damn, if I had known you were going to come and fuck her like that, I wouldn’t have made her squirt,” San says with a sigh, getting up.
“You did? Without me here to watch?” Wooyoung groans.
San shrugs, heading into the bathroom and drawing a bath.
You watched the two, not quite able to make out their conversation.
When Wooyoung picks you up, you gladly lean against his chest and gently hold him. He leads you into the bathroom and sets you in the tub, which San had filled with a bubble bath. Wooyoung kisses your forehead, and San squeezes your hand, saying something.
San stands up and sighs, looking at Wooyoung. “Don’t leave her alone like this. I’ll wash the sheets,” he tells him.”
Wooyoung lets you play with the bubbles and soon gently washes your hair. “You’re doing so good,” he says, rinsing out your shampoo. “Our pretty girl,” Wooyoung adds, smiling. “Turn a little to face me, and I will wash off your makeup~” he says, putting the cleanser oil on his hands.
“Okay!” you giggle, turning and closing your eyes.
Wooyoung is gentle as he massages the oil into your skin, singing to you softly. You hum along with the tune, letting him rinse off the oil and use your regular cleanser.
“Are you ready to cuddle?” San asks, coming back into the bathroom and now fully dressed.
“Cuddles~!” you say, nodding immediately.
Wooyoung giggles and unplugs the drain, readying a towel.
“I have your favorite pajamas ready for you,” San says, smiling.
You let out an excited squeak, reaching out to Wooyoung to help you up. He gently grabs your arms, helping you find your footing before beginning to dry you off.
“Will you finish her up?” Wooyoung softly asks San, wrapping you in the towel before picking you up.
“Yeah, go clean yourself up,” San says.
Wooyoung kisses your temple and goes to the bathroom, and San helps you into your pajamas.
“You pretty princess,” he says, pulling on your pink pajamas.
“Mhm, your princess!!” you confirm, nodding.
San smiles, plugging in your hairdryer.
“You are the prettiest princess I have ever seen,” he assures you, brushing your hair before adding essence to it.
“Then you’re my… prince?” you ask, glancing up at San as he picks up the hairdryer.
“I’ll be whatever you want me to be,” San assures you, turning on the hairdryer and drying your hair.
Before San finishes drying your hair, Wooyoung returns and lays on the bed next to you, rubbing your back.
Once finished, San unplugs the hairdryer and turns off the light. Wooyoung pulls you under the covers, holding you in his arms. San joins you, kissing your cheek.
“I love you,” Wooyoung murmurs.
“We love you,” San corrects him, smiling.
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shugojima · 2 years
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Poly Meian x Iwaizumi (fem)
(˵ ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°˵)ノ⌒♡*:・。.
Meian was usually the first one coming home to you, due to Iwaizumi still having some stuff to do at his training center he just freshly opened.
You were prepping dinner for the three of you when Meian's keychain climpered against the front door before he opened it and stepped inside the warm living room. You heated up the fireplace every day when it's become cold outside.
Making his way to the kitchen he put his sports bag on the floor, took in the delicious smell before walking up to you and wrapping his strong arms around you, his head resting on yours.
You shrieked a little since you didn't hear him coming home and quickly turned around jumping at him, your lags wrapped around his hips.
"SHUUU!! I missed you!!" You whined as you buried your head into his broad chest.
He chuckled, holding you up on your ass.
"You did?"
"Mhm.. So much!"
"I missed you too, princess. Daddy said he'll be here soon as well." He assured as he put you down on your feet again so the dinner doesn't get burned.
"Daddy's earlier today??!"
"Yes, he his." Meian smiled as he patted your head cutely.
You proceeded making dinner and Meian helped you carrying it to the dining table. As soon as everything was set, he hoisted you up and carried you to the couch, where he sat the both of you down.
When Meian's phone vibrated in his pocket, he looked at it, typed something real quick and put it back again.
"Daddy said 5 minutes. You wanna spend those to make me happy?"
"Yes! I'd love to, Shu!"
"I'm seriously questioning the way you adress me, princess."
"'M sorry, captain! Sorry!"
He smiled as he made himself comfortable and pointed to the floor, his legs spread for you to sit in between.
"If I do well, can you tell Daddy?"
Meian raised a brow looking at you kneeling down on him.
"You want him to reward you, hm? Let me decide when you've finished, ok?"
You nodded as you leaned in and slowly opened his belt, using your teeth to unzip his blue jeans. Eyeing you closely he felt himself already getting hard. He loved to see you down on him.
"Princess gonna help me relief some stress, yea?"
"Mhm!" You pulled down his boxers, his thick heavy cock slapping against his shirt when you wrapped your hands around it and started pumping a little, your eyes on his hazel ones.
"Just like that.. Now take it inside your pretty mouth for me, will you? We don't have much time left." He said as he caressed your (h/c) locks.
"Yes, captain. I'll make you feel so good, promise!"
"That's my girl."
You kitten licked his tip a little before taking him as far as you could reach. Your jaw will hurt soon but that didn't stop you from making him happy. Swirling your tongue around his fat head you bopped yours up and down, sucking and playing with his full and heavy balls.
He moaned in pelasure, a few deep growls ripping from his throat as he threw his head back, his arms now spread on the back of the couch.
"Mmm you think you can take-" Meian was interrupted by Iwaizumi opening the door to the sight of you two.
You looked up, Meian turning his head in his direction, then back to you.
"Huh, looks like Daddy can see for himself." He said as you jumped up and ran towards Iwa.
"Daddy's home!!" You yelled as you jumped on him the way you did earlier with Meian, making him stumble a little.
"Yeah, I'm home babe but you don't just stop sucking on Shu. That's pretty rude, you know?" He laughed as he carried you to Meian again, sitting you down between his legs.
"Now show me if I teached you right."
Iwaizumi watched your every move as you again wrapped your lips around the 6'5 men's length.
When he noticed your hair got in the way, he kneeled behind you and held it back for you to be able to work your mouth on Meian without distractions.
"Look at you doing so well, baby. I'm so proud of you. Now.... " he pushed your head completely down onto Meian's length, leaving you choking hard on him. "...Let me see if you finally manage to take all of him."
Tearing up you tried to control your gagging reflex but how?? Meian was a good 11 inches and you practices on Iwa's still more than enough 10 inches, which you just hardly managed to take.
"Hajime, I don't- nghhh I don't want her to throw up." Meian said as he threw his head back into the white leather.
"She has to learn someday, Shu. Just like you did." He smirked at the man you were sucking on.
"Expand your throat a little babe, come on I know you can do it. Yeah just like that! You see? It's not that hard."
Pffff it sure is.
"Enough for today, you've done well, I'm very proud of you, very proud. He kissed you intensely. "Now finish him off, babe. I'll go take a shower and take care of you after."
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monstas1ut2 · 2 years
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2/3 Eren Yeager (Smut Warning!)
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That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucka!
The screenshot sound was pretty loud as your back went up and down like a roach sprayed with raid. The male on the other side of the phone laughing his ass off. Well, he wasn't the only one.. but he's the one who took the screenshot.
"Delete that shit, don't put it on Instagram Connie!" Your pretty face was immediately in the camera's view. Your eyes a little wide at the fact that you were caught off guard. But at the same time, you let yourself go in front of the group. That's your wrong doing. But it made them smile nonetheless.
The people who were on the call at the moment were Connie, Jean, and Sasha. The rest were either too bothered to be in such a crackhead group, or they were busy.. probably the first one. Anyways, everyone in first period happened to be your friend, they were all different but they adored you nonetheless... even Annie... she just hides hers pretty well. Anyways, It's almost the end of senior year already and the bond is hard to break..
"That's my favorite song, you can't be catchin a hoe off guard.." you scolded the bald male who still happened to be laughing. His controller in his hand since he was playing nba2k. Jean was also playing but at the moment he was trying to figure out what you were doing.. and he's mad he didn't see..
"What did she do now?!"
"She was throwing her back out of place!" Sasha muffled out as she was stuffing her cheeks with a Hershey chocolate bar. She was also watching Hell's Kitchen on her tv, you could hear it.
"Daddy Jean aint need to hear all that.." you playfully spoke as you bit your lip at him. It was obvious he liked you, not to the point where he wanted a relationship though.. he's just a bit of a man whore.
Though everytime you mumble a 'Daddy Jean' , he's all for it. That's yo bitch.
After a bit of a pause of talking, Connie had picked up his phone and you were now cleaning the table that was in your room. The last time you were in this room, you didn't even have time to clean... Your father was screaming for you to hurry.
Let's explain, this weekend, you are visiting Hange, your mother . She missed you so she invited you to stay for a few days. Today is Friday so you have the whole weekend with her. She had planned Saturday and Sunday. Not to mention, Monday is a holiday so no school. 
"Hey guys... uh Armin and Eren having a party.. y'all comin?"
All while Sasha said yes, along with Jean.. you were still jamming to 2-pac spitting his shit. Your hand movements not going unseen by the three on your phone. So in result of not having a response from you, Connie screamed oh so suddenly which caused you to jump pretty high.
"What the Fuck is yo problem!? You bein held by gunpoint nigga?" Your voice showing 1% concern as you moved closer to the phone on your dresser and you stared into it.. quite surprised still.
"(Y/n)... you makin my hair fall out..." Connie spoke as he gave a sarcastic smile and... wow it was hard for everyone to suppress their laughter... your face would turn purple instead of red though..
"Ight~... watchu want?..."
"Eren-"
"Oooh, Eren.." you spoke in interest, your long eyelashes fluttering. This however made Jean and Connie 'throw up' at the same time. All while you rolled your (e/c) eyes.
"Yall do too much-.. and Jean, stay in yo game ight?.. befo I come through the screen and punch-"
"Eren havin a party.. are you going..?"
Tilting your head in slight disbelief that Connie interrupted you. Your eyes rolled as you looked to the side. Obviously leading them on, but at the same time they knew that Hange will let you go...
"Fine. But somebody pickin me up.. and Sasha cuz boo-boo can't drive worth a dime.."
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As much as you hated it, you sat uncomfortably in the dodge... Ugh... It's just something about you and dodge's. The cars radiate fuck boy energy, and guess who happened to be driving this car? Jean..
Though he let you sit in the passenger seat just because. Your eyes staring out the window as you messed with the stockings you had on. They were in a bit of a web, that was the design. You also had on a plaid skirt and this crop top with some white platforms. Oh you looked scrumptious.
The person who put this outfit together in the first place was Hange.
"Baby Jean, you need a new car... cuz-"
"It radiates Fuck boy energy.. you said it the first time you ever saw it... I know.." Jean pouted as he continued to drive to Eren's house. Who was shared with Armin. The two always lived together, some speculated that they were... sparkle sparkle.. gay.. but they aren't.. not that you would've minded.. it just would've been a bummer.
"(Y/n)... Didn't Your father take your car away...?"
Glaring back at Connie, who was wearing a white shirt with black pants and some timbs. You rolled your eyes and looked through your window again.
"Yeah but my car is a Mitsubishi.."
The neighborhood around these parts were quite pretty. Just like where you lived with your dad. But at the same time you were confused as to how Eren and Armin could afford such a place. The first thing popping in your mind being. Drug dealer and then you thought about what Sukihana said about dating them...
That's probably why Levi didn't want you around him... Yeah.. This whole senior year has been Levi making sure Eren doesn't sit beside you... nor have a project with you... It's like he barely existed at first. Though you always had these ways to talk to him. He's not even that bad.. he's quite the hottie and he knows what to say... he's just a flirt, and you edge him on every time...
"(Y/n)! Can you come with me to find the food?"
Snapping out of those thoughts of Eren, you didn't even realize Jean had already parked. A small 'mhm' coming from your throat as you opened the car door. Everyone else doing the same. Lord it was a bunch of people out here. People were outside and inside which was baffling honestly.
A soft hand touched your wrist and started to drag you towards the house door. It was Sasha, her mouth almost watering for something to eat. She told Eren to make sure there was extra cheese in the fridge for her. Hidden... and lo and behold when you both shimmied through the crowd, the cheese was in the fridge. Her eyes beaming as she grabbed some chips as started eating like it was her last meal, nothing out of the ordinary.
"This music actually hits..." you spoke out to nobody in particular as your hips started to move ever so gently. Though as nice as your body was, it looked more seductive than anything. Popping one of those chips into your mouth as your hips continued to wine ever so gently.
The looks you were getting, not only lustful but want... The way your long dreads just complimented your look had only made it worse. The second you decide to stop, it seemed like everyone stopped looking at you. In slight despair that you'd stopped. Though one individual in particular was continuing to stare...
His hand, wrapped around the cup as he'd sipped at the liquid inside. The black ring on his middle finger caused his hand to look hotter than it already was. He had these prominent veins that would just look so pretty on your brown skin...
"She likes you too..." the blonde that was a tad bit shorter spoke to his childhood friend, Eren.
"What makes you say that..." lord, somehow over all this music, and his low tone... you could still feel the vibration of Eren's voice. Just glancing from the kitchen as Eren was sitting on the couch in the living room. Leaning back like he owned the place... well he did.
Fine ass..
Giving him a bit of a stare, your glossy lips curved into a smirk as you glanced at him up and down. All before turning your attention back to your friend who was having the time of her life eating...
"So Sash.. what's up with you and Connie...? Yall gon date.. or-"
"(Y/n)!"
"My bad.. my bad.. I just wanted to know"
The party was a bit lively, more than anything since this is a longer weekend. So everyone was happy.. including you because they were playing your favs. So of course your body started to move again. That skirt of yours being a paid actress in helping you look more hot. Though, what you did not expect was someone coming up behind you...
Now that's nasty..
You whipped your head around about to give them an earful... though... you saw that smexy... face and you looked kinda shocked...
"Oh..." you choked out before turning your head again.. Eren's evil little smirk had caught you off guard. It boosted his confidence even more that you didn't feel the need to even move away from him. His hands slithering onto your full hips.
Man, he was really risking everything this time... considering your father is.. Levi...
This however was thrown out of the window because of the fact that you could feel Eren's... crotch against that thick form of yours. That little smirk on your face only widening as you started to gently rub against him, your back bending over somewhat.
His long brown hair then started to ever so gently fall in front of his face as his greenish eyes stared hard into your body. That harsh little grip on your waist made you feel all different types of high. Gawd.
"You like that huh...? I know.." your cute, but seductive voice made Eren chuckle just a tad. It causing you to almost choke on those words.. This man didn't need to TRY to be hot... he was already smexy.
His hands then started to travel up your body to your arms and he gently pulled you up towards him, your back against his scrumptious chest. All you could do was open your mouth a bit, quite surprised that he wanted to be this close with you.
"Eren... You a lil close... you needa tell me sum?"
The way you spoke, the way you carried yourself... it was new to Eren when he first met you.. but he got used to it real quick and he noticed he wanted something he never knew existed.. and that was you.
"Can't tell you here... but I can tell you in the bedroom..." Eren purred out, his voice smooth as a babies skin, smooth as butter. It caused you to tingle, the female between your legs wanting that more than anything.
Biting your glossy lips, the room started to become hotter than it already was. The people who were in the house started to pile out of the main and started to go outside. It was quite cold outside as well, but the party continues.
"Where the hell is (Y/n)..." Jean spoke to himself as he watched Connie and Sasha become drunks in two seconds. It was obvious he himself could not drink since he is the driving parent tonight.. but he now had nothing to do... he's just wondering where... you are..
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"S-..Shit Eren~..."
The (f/c) nails you had were now digging into Eren's muscular arms as his lips caressed your neck. The seductive kisses making dark marks on your brown, beautiful skin.
Your head being thrown back onto the soft black pillow as your pretty toes curled. Feeling Eren's slender fingers inside of your pussy. His intimidating green eyes watching your every expression, every move. Seeing that your crop top was already rolled up over your pretty chocolate mound breasts that were covered with your bra.
"E-Eren, s-stahp..." choking that out, you could hear the loud rip of your stockings when Eren moved his hand out of them. The wetness of your brown pussy lips being known pretty well when Eren's fingers slid your panties to the side.
"You don't want me to stop... huh...?"
"N-No.."
The electricity shocked through you when you watched Eren stare down into your eyes. Lust and want, all in them as his key necklace dangled in front of your face ever so gently.
His shirt immediately being discarded as he watched your pussy pulse from his fingers being pulled away from it. It was amazing to him how much you wanted him.. it was amazing... it ran something through him...
All you could see was his muscular frame, his hands to match as he easily tore through your bra. Watching the way your breasts fumbled out of the cups. He never seen a black woman's breasts before.. but it couldn't get any better than this though.. is what he thought.
"Daddy~... don't stare at em..." you pouted playfully before licking your glossy lips. Just running your fingers up Eren's arms as you eventually made your way up to his luscious hair. Running your fingers through the locks. Pulling him down ever so gently to finally get that kiss you wanted.
Eren's eyes glowed when he felt your soft lips, the lip gloss giving him this taste of lovely. His lips tasted of some sugar, kinda made you wonder what was in his cup before this.
The wetness of Eren's tongue touching yours as the both of you withered in this naughty, sloppy kiss. Something you both weren't supposed to do.... It was fun, crazy... scary..
"You act all bad outside of the bedroom huh... but you ain't ever have someone touch you..." Eren teased gently, in a whisper against your lips. His hand gripping your chin as he stared at your innocent looking face. Gently spitting all nastily into your mouth and you moaned out seductively. Swallowing it so easily..
"Show daddy you'll be able to take it..."
Eren's cock was so hard in his pants, it being unzipped by him and his underwear was now restricting his release. His eyes staring at your pretty pussy, the wet, pink insides were bright and untouched. Though his pale cock was eager to invade it.
"I-.. I can take it daddy..." your whimpers echoed In Eren's ears as he pushed his underwear down. Your knees being pushed to your chest as you felt Eren's stare. The plaid skirt you had was still on, so you tried to cover your pretty pussy with it.
"Stop... don't hide now.." Eren scoffed out as he gripped under your thighs, the underside of his cock rubbing up and down your wet and gooey pussy.
"Hold your legs... don't move.."
It was so demanding, your pussy clenching already as the wetness dripped down to your other hole. Your pretty, long nails visible to Eren as you held your legs as tightly as you could. Knowing Eren's cock was a monster. You could see it... right between your legs.. right between your brown pussy lips.. the contrast was unbelievable..
"F-Fuck!! Eren~~ ow~" the way your painted toes curled gave Eren a shiver of excitement. Your back arching ever so slightly as your virgin hole was taken away from you. Squeezing tightly around Eren's experienced cock.
"Shh.. it's Ight.. take it babydoll.." Eren's whisper was gentle and sincere as his thumb started to gently rub at your clit. Causing you to swallow your spit, though it spilled out. What also spilled out is your loud whimper. Your legs staying wide open for him as your hand slowly slid up his muscular structure.
"It's .. i-it's so big..."
Hearing these whimpers and words spill from your throat, Eren couldn't help but take his hand and wrap it around your throat. Causing your breath to be taken away oh so suddenly when Eren snapped his hips forward even more.
"Fuck!" Your moan could probably be heard outside as your breasts bounced from the impact. Eren's smirk wide as he felt the tightness of your insides. His necklace going back and forth ever so gently as his pelvis started to clap against you. The feeling was so foreign to you, having someone ram into you like this. But it was Eren... it wasn't just 'someone'..
Your (f/s) scent was powering against Eren's own scent. The feeling of Eren's cock was starting to really take a toll on you..
"A-Ahgh..."
Eren's cock was being enclosed so tightly, you just wet up his Dick so well.. he was starting to become obsessed.. more than he already was.
"Daddy's. little. pussy..." his deep voice echoed in your ears as he started to get a bit faster. Your breasts bouncing even more as Eren made sure that skirt was moved out the way. He wanted to make sure to see everything. His hand squeezing harder at your throat. It was keeping you firm against the bed, like a little fuck doll...
"I-it's your pussy Eren~"
Curling those pretty toes again, you could feel the bubbles in your lower region. The craziest orgasm you've ever experienced... just tip toeing to the tippy top. All you could muster was a pathetic whine. Your eyes watering up behind your long eyelashes.
"I'm-.. I'm cumming..." Your voice was so weak, it sounded like you were passing out almost. Just rolling your eyes back as the bed frame started to hit the wall. Your pussy gushing more than usual as the white cum started to coat Eren's cock a little.
"Shit... yeah~..." Eren growled under his breath, watching you come undone on his pale cock. Your thicker form was just so adorable, looking all bent up. Your locs scattered around ever so softly.
It was like he was fucking a goddess...
Eren was between harsh and soft, his manhandling ways were shown easily by the way he pulled out quickly and turned you over. Your plump ass shaking like jello as his cock easily slipped inside once again.. filling you up for the second time. God you just couldn't wait till you could feel his cum...
"Imma Fuck you till you turn dumb..." Eren spoke harshly as his long fingers gripped at some of your locs. Pulling them and wrapping them around his wrist somewhat. Gaining all control over you and your own body...
He wasn't playing either...
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bnb-atnite · 11 months
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Consider........ Bucky being too, too stuffed after a dinner of his favorite foods. He couldn't resist. He overdid it big time. Like, he's legit so full and fat that he can't fuck (or get fucked [I love all the pegging content you do 😳😳😳🥵🥵]). So. What is there to do but leave him to digest, reclined back like a spoiled king, while masturbate just out of reach. Teasing him. Also, just admiring him. Baby is BIG.
(Sorry if this is, like, too intense or explicit 😬🫣)
OOP you pressed on my kink button no this is divine, thanks for the compliments xoxoxoxo you see what I write I love some NASTY SHIT and hnghhhh big boyy. Hope you enjoyed thanks for the IDEA it made me FERAL
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Femdomming w no touch, f!masturbation, Fat!bucky, Subby whiny bratty Bucky, teasing, heavy humiliation, wg kink, belly kink, post-stuffing, temp immobility, burping
Wants and needs
You wanted to fuck tonight. But no. Your greedy hog of a boyfriend wanted to empty the snack pantry and park his fat ass on the couch all day having a feast. You’d come home from work, toeing off your heels with a huff. Getting dicked down was the first thing on your mind.
Yes, Buck was a big fucking boy. But he was still capable of bedroom activities unless bloated or stuffed up to the max. His weight had plateaued but the damage was done. So there Barnes was, sitting on the couch and taking up space. He was shirtless and clad in what appeared to be boxers, a bag of powdered donuts on his belly.
Bucky was so food drunk he didn’t notice until you were standing across from him, arms crossed and an annoyed look on your face. He looked up, sinful lips covered in the sweet white powder, chubby cheeks reddening. You deadpanned, “See you had a grand old time today, looking pretty fucking full there Buck.”
He cautiously placed the empty bag to the side and replied uneasily, “Sorry, I uh, got carried urrp- away.” Bucky licked at his powdered fingers. Fucking glutton. You groaned in annoyance, “Is that why you didn’t see any of my texts today? Too busy cleaning out the house?”
He blinked dumbly, muttering, “Oh, M’sorry baby. Is everything okay?”
You wanted to start tearing at your hair. Sexual frustration was a beast and Bucky looking like this wasn’t helping. With an irritated huff you replied, “Does it sound like I’m okay? I just wanted to come home and eat some ice cream and fuck you until I pass out.” You gestured at his swollen, heavy belly, “You’re not getting up any time soon, hog.”
Bucky burped in surprise, actually burped. His eyes grew wide as it registered you were actually pissed. He attempted to get up, rocking and scooching forward with grunts before giving up and falling back, body swaying. He apologized again, “Aw, no, really I’m sorry, just come over here I’ll rub your feet. Just hurp- fuck- need to digest a bit.”
You briefly considered it. But you had a different idea. You walked away from his glutted frame to the bedroom. Bucky whined from behind, “Baaabe, c’mon now!” Stripping your clothes off you half-stomped to your side table and grabbed your vibrator. The wand got it done, unlike some people.
The next stop was moving the ottoman right in front of the TV. Bucky clutched at his gut in distress, asking, “W-what are you doing sweetheart? Just come over here, please? Is that your vibrator?”
You plopped down on the soft furniture and hummed, “Yes. It is my vibrator. Since you’ve eaten yourself useless I figured it would do the trick. I can go do it in the bedroom if you’d like?” He moaned in desperation, begging, “Nono- fuck- stay here, just come over here and let me do it!” Pointing the neon pink device at him you snapped, “Nope. You get first row. Just relax and digest like you said.”
Bucky’s lips trembled, the beginnings of a world class pout on the horizon. You stretched out some, spreading your legs to expose your slick slit. The brunette groaned, shifting under his stomach, so big it monopolized most of his lap and hanging between fat thighs. You clicked on the vibe and started a slow up and down to get warmed up.
“Oh please,” he begged uselessly.
You breathily inquired, “Did you stuff your face with junk all day Hm? Bucky, you know how bloated and achy you get doing that. Just can’t help yourself, I gotta keep your big ass in line or you’d be stuck on the couch two months ago, yeah?”
He nodded along, pudgy fingers twitching on the tight crest of stomach. Bucky moaned, “I just was going to have some of it, and, and, it was too good!” Dragging upwards to your clit you gasped, “Uh-huh?”
“Yeah, it doesn’t urppp- fill me up fast enough.”
You rambled, “Like you need to be filled up, one day you’re gonna pop you’re so greedy.” Bucky was downright squirming now, eyes zeroed in on your pussy, panting profusely. The man whimpered thinly, chest wobbling as he shifted forward, belching at the change of pressure. He panted, “Wanna be heavy though.”
Your legs twitched and body shuddered, a helpless cry leaving your lips. You meanly taunted, “Sweetheart you’re so heavy you can’t get off the couch, much less touch your dick because of that gut.” Bucky moaned, trying to get some friction under said gut. His arms couldn’t reach, bowed out by fat sides and rolls. You cried out again, back arching.
Your boyfriend’s wimpy display had you peaking quick. In a breathy, high voice you teased, “Poor Buck, can’t fuck my pussy because he wanted to be a pig. Christ!” Bucky warbled, “Fuck, fuck, want that pussy so bad, please!” His eyes were watery and lips trembly. You shook and tightened your legs, holding the vibrator flush to your clit as you came.
You fell back and moaned over and over, the orgasm taking you wave by intoxicating wave. Bucky’s agitated whining and babbling dimly registered in the back of your mind. You cried his name and exhaled sharply, flicking the vibrator off and tossing it. You remained laid back, legs wide open to show off your swollen and soaked cunt.
“Oh baby, please, please come here.”
You laughed deliriously, “One second you big fat baby, I need a breather. You know about those don’t you?”
Bucky almost sobbed in response. He was to be in for a longggg night. But you’d take care of your baby, you always did. Sometimes the pig just needed a reminder to mind his manners.
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waitimcomingtoo · 3 years
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Adventures in Cat Sitting
Synopsis: Tom is not a cat person, but watches your cat anyway
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“Hi baby.” You appeared in the doorway of the living room with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders and a nervous smile on your face. You had a big favor to ask of Tom and you already knew he wasn’t going to like it.
“Hi princess.” Tom sat up on the couch and noticed your face. “You look like you need something.”
“I might.” You shrugged as you sat down on his lap. He immediately wrapped his arms around you to keep you from falling off, clasping his hands together under your spine.
“Let me see if I can help you.” He chuckled as he tugged you closer by the blanket.
“So you know how I have to go away this week for my cousins wedding?” You began, slow as not to startle him.
“Yeah. I miss you already.” He pouted, making you laugh and kiss his lips.
“I miss you too, lover.” You ran your fingers though his hair. “So I was wondering if you could do me a favor.”
“Anything, Princess.” He smiled lazily at you. “What do you need?”
You tugged at his shirt for a moment and avoided eye contact, shrugging a little as if you hadn’t been planning this for days.
“Ineedyoutowatchmycat.” You said quickly.
“What?” Tom furrowed his eyebrows when he didn’t understand you.
“I need you to watch my cat?” You grimaced, finally looking at him. You knew how Tom felt about your cat from the many, many times he told you.
He wasn’t a cat person. Not at all. And your cat in particular seemed to be his sworn enemy. They never got along and you often had to hide him in another room when Tom was over.
“You mean he’s not going to be guarding the pits of hell?” Tom tilted his head in confusion, making you roll your eyes.
“He is not that bad.” You insisted. “You can survive a few days with him.”
“Uh Uh.” Tom shook his head firmly. “You know how I feel about cats. That’s my least favorite kind of pussy.”
Your jaw dropped as he laughed at his own joke, stopping when you smacked his arm.
“Don’t get fresh.” You scolded. “I just need you to watch my cat for a few days.”
“You don’t have a cat.” Tom disagreed. “You have whatever Pandora let out of her box.”
“Oatmeal is really sweet once he warms up to you.” You told him. “You haven’t spent enough time with him to do that.”
“Because every time I get close to him, he hisses at me.” Tom exclaimed.
“Not every time.” You said pointedly. “Just most times.”
“Can’t you put him in the kennel?” Tom whined, knowing he wasn’t going to get out of this.
“He’s not social and I haven’t found one I like.” You pouted, putting on puppy dog eyes to sway him.
“So drop it off in the forest for a few days and let it get some life experience.” Tom shrugged, earning himself another playful smack.
“Tom.” You groaned. “He’ll die out there.”
“We can only hope.” Tom mumbled under his breath.
“I think this will be good for you guys.” You ignored his comment. “You’re the two most important men in my life and I need you to get along.”
“How am I possibly on the same level as that heathen?” Tom held a hand over his chest like he was offended.
“I love you both so much and it kills me that you don’t get along.” You whined, stroking his cheek to pull him back.
“We’d get along just fine if he wasn’t such a bastard.” Tom snapped, making you gasp.
“How many times do I have to tell you not to call my cat a bastard?” You asked. This was a conversation you had had many times as it was Toms preferred nickname for you cat. Tom shrunk down on the couch and looked at the ceiling as he blew out an annoyed huff.
“Sorry.” He mumbled.
“This could be good for us too.” You assured him. “Watching a pet is an integral part in any relationship. I’m giving you all my trust.”
“You’re not giving me your trust.” Tom laughed sharply. “You’re giving me your fat ass demon cat.”
“Come on, please baby?” You jutted yourself bottom lip out. “Oatmeal might grow on you.”
“Aw. Like genital warts?” Tom smiled sarcastically.
“No.” You said flatly. “Not like genital warts.”
“Why do I have to watch him?” Tom complained like a child. “Why can’t you just leave him in a box with some food and water?”
“Would you like that if I did that to you?” You raised a skeptical eyebrow at him.
“If there was alcohol in the box, then yeah.” He shrugged. “I might just enjoy myself.”
You realized you weren’t getting anywhere and pulled away from him with a new approach ready.
“Fine.” You sighed and dramatically looked away. “If you don’t want to watch my cat, I’ll just have to find a boyfriend who will.”
You started to get up but Tom immediately pulled you back, making you giggle as he held on firmly. He had finally caved and you knew it.
“Woah woah wait.” He nuzzled into your neck and left kisses there before sighing. “I’ll watch your bastard child.”
“You’ll what?” You texted him.
“I’ll watch your precious fur baby.” He said through a fake smile. You twisted your body and wrapped your arms around him, kissing every inch of his face you could reach.
“Thank you.” You gushed. “You’re a life saver.”
“You’re welcome, darling.” He chuckled as he lovingly rubbed your back. “You better remember this if I ever need a kidney.”
“I don’t think the two things carry equal weight.” You tilted your head playfully and laughed.
“They don’t.” He agreed. “You’re welcome for letting you off easy.”
Rolling your eyes at your boyfriend, you decided not to fight back since he was doing you a favor. Instead, you opted for kissing him long and deep to show your appreciation.
“Thanks for doing this.” You mumbled against his lips. “I know you don’t like cats so I appreciate it. I owe you one.”
“Mind if I collect my toll now?” Tom smirked as he flipped you onto your back, making you laugh loudly.
“Not at all.”
Sunday
“This is his food.” You handed Tom a pink bag with whiskers stitched on. “He gets two cups a day, dry at morning and wet at night. He won’t eat unless you scratch him behind the ears after you put it in his bowl.”
“I’m not putting my hands anywhere near that thing.” Tom shook his head as he took the bag. “It has a bloodlust.”
Oatmeal was nestled in your arms, staring at Tom with a vengeance. Tom stared back with wide eyes, already feeling his pulse quicken.
“No he does not.” You cooed as you scratched Oatmeal behind the ears. “Make sure to keep an eye on his water bowl and never give him milk. It’s bad for his teeth.”
“Right. Wouldn’t want him losing his razor sharp little death traps.” Tom said sarcastically, seemingly speaking directly to the cat. “If he bites me, I’ll bite him right back.”
“Tom.” You sighed deeply. “I shouldn’t have to say this, but do not bite my cat.”
Oatmeal suddenly bared his teeth and hissed at Tom, making Tom gasp.
“Did you hear what he just said to me?” Tom exclaimed as he pointed to the cat.
“He’s just getting used to you, is all.” You shrugged as you set Oatmeal down on the ground. He took a careful step towards Tom before hissing again.
“He did it again!” Tom jumped into your arms in the style of Shaggy and Scooby. “He called me a slur.”
“No he didn’t.” You laughed as you set Tom down. “His treats are in the bag. Only one a day and none if he’s naughty.”
“I didn’t realize he had a setting other than naughty.” Tom sassed your cat, making him hiss once again. Tom looked at you for help and you sighed.
“Hey, behave.” You scolded Oatmeal as you stroked him. “His toys are in the bag too. He gets pretty feisty with the fish on a string so don’t go near him when he’s playing with it.”
Oatmeal jumped up on a chair and leaned towards Tom, peering at him as if extended an olive branch. Tom looked at you and you nodded, encouraging him to reach out towards the animal. Oatmeal leaned forward and sniffed Tom’s hand before snapping at him. Tom jerked his hand back and cradled it, though he wasn’t actually bitten.
“I don’t think I can do this.” Tom said suddenly. “He’s gonna put a hex on me.”
“Tom, please?” You whined when he went back on his offer. “I have to leave now and there’s no one else who can take him.”
“Give him to one of your friends.” Tom whimpered as he hid behind you. “What about Stacy? Don’t you hate her?”
“All my friends are either allergic or coming on the trip with me.” You pleaded with him.
“There has to be someone else who can watch this hell beast.” Tom spat as he shot daggers at Oatmeal. You chewed your bottom lip as you thought of way to keep him on board until something came to you.
“Well, my ex watched him a couple times.” You shrugged casually as you picked Oatmeal back up. “Maybe I can call him and-“
“I’ll watch the damn cat.” Tom cut you off, always the jealous type. “Come here baby.”
He cooed and walked towards Oatmeal, who swiped at him with his claws.
“Ah! Bitch!” He screamed and jumped away from
“Are you sure?” You innocently batted your eyelashes. “I’m sure he’d be more than happy to-“
“La la la la la.” Tom held his hands over his ears and sang loudly. “Enough about him. I’ll watch Oatmeal. It’s just two days right?”
“Four days.” You kept a smile on your face so you wouldn’t worry him.
“Four days?” He gasped. “How many people is she getting married to?”
“Just one. Who knows? If this goes well, maybe she’ll be flying out to my wedding soon.” You flirted as you held his chin between your fingers. This pulled a smile out of Tom, making him walk to you and wrap his arms around you. You fitted your face into the crook of his neck and left a kiss there, taking in your last few moments with him before you left.
“I’ll miss you, princess.” He mumbled as he rubbed soft circles onto your back.
“I’ll miss you too.” You sighed, resting your chin on his shoulder. You pulled away after a long time and kissed him, letting it linger until you couldn’t breath. You patted his cheek softly before bending down and petting Oatmeal.
“Amd I’ll miss you Mr. Fluffy Pants.” You cooed as you picked him up. “Who has the fluffiest pants?”
“I believe that’s his feline obesity.” Tom said sweetly as he narrowed his eyes at your cat.
“Funny.” You stuck your tongue out at him. “I’ll see you Wednesday.”
“Don’t be late.” He pouted, feeling his heart sink as you collected your things. You noticed his forlorn demeanor and hugged him again, taking in the scent of his cologne.
“How could I stay away from my baby?” You mumbled into his ear. You pulled away and jutted your bottom lip out before smiling wickedly.
“And I’ll miss you too.” You added as you pulled away. Tom rolled his eyes at you while you opened his door.
“Hilarious.” He replied sarcastically. “I’m laughing my-“
The door shut.
“-ass off.” He said weakly as silence settled into his home. He let out a sigh as he stared at the door, the smell of your perfume still lingering on his skin. He hated being apart from you, even if it was just for a few days. Tom’s reminiscing was cut short by a hatch meow from the floor. Tom jumped, having forgotten all about the cat he had promised to watch. Oatmeal stalked over to Tom and sat down in front of him as if to mock him.
“Listen you little whore.” Tom pointed an angry finger at the car. “I’m in charge. There will be no shenanigans this week, you hear me? Not one single shenanigan. That means no scratching the furniture, no shedding, and absolutely no napping in sunbeams. And I swear to God, if you piss on my rug, I’ll kill you. I will kill you with my bare hands. You hear me?”
The silence in the room was replaced with tension as Oatmeal silently stared at Tom with narrowed eyes. Finally, he let out a soft meow.
“Shut up.” Tom jumped again. “I’ll kill you.”
Oatmeal took another step towards Tom, making Tom take a step back. Oatmeal seemed to like this and sat down again.
“Why are you staring at me?” Tom snapped. “Do you want to fight?”
Oatmeal lifted his paw and put it back down, almost like he was stamping his foot. He let out a whine and took another step towards Tom, meowing towards the bag you had given him.
“Oh. It’s 6.” Tom realized. “You’re hungry, aren’t you?”
Oatmeal meowed again, louder this time.
“Don’t use that tone with me.” Toms voice cracked. “My beloved just left and I’m very sensitive right now.”
Oatmeal tilted his head to stare at him, silently judging Tom as he wiped away a tear. Tom composed himself quickly and went over to the bag you’d left, taking out Oatmeal’s pink bowls and bag of food. Oatmeal jumped up on the counter to watch Tom as he prepared the food, both of them sneaking glances at each other every once in a while. Tom stuck his tongue out at the cat before setting his food on the ground.
“Here you go, fatass.” Tom snapped, taking a step back when Oatmeal walked over to the bowl. Oatmeal sniffed the food skeptically before looking up at Tom as if he was waiting for something.
“I’m not scratching you behind the ears.” Tom scoffed with hands on his hips. “You’re not royalty.”
Oatmeal let out a howl and pawed at the bowl, demanding his ear scratches.
“Starve, then.” Tom shrugged. “See if I care.”
Oatmeal hissed at Tom, who responded with the middle finger. He kept his middle finger up and directed at Oatmeal as he walked out of the room, going into his bed room to calm down. After five minutes of thinking, he went back to the kitchen.
“After care consideration I’ve realized Y/n will break up with me if I kill her cat, which is fair.” Tom announced as he walked to Oatmeal. “That is why I’m doing this. Not because I care about you or your well-being.”
Oatmeal meowed softly and pawed at the bowl again, making Tom roll his eyes as he crouched down.
“Here are your little bitch scratches behind your little bitch ears.” Tom grumbled as he scratched the cat. Oatmeal purred in satisfaction before eating the entirety of his bowl. Tom backed away and watched him, smiling a little at how docile he seemed. He quickly wiped the smile off his face as Oatmeal finished and looked up at him.
“I need to call my brother about a script we’re writing, not that it’s any of your business.” Tom said as he looked at the floor. “Don’t bother me while I’m on the phone.”
Oatmeal didn’t pay any attention to Tom, instead busying himself with cleaning his left paw. Tom narrowed his eyes at the cat and huffed out an angry breath.
“Whatever. I know you care You just won’t admit it because you’re jealous.” Tom laughed bitterly as he stared daggers at Oatmeal. Oatmeal continued to ignore Tom as he began licking his other paw.
“You’re jealous that I have abs and you have a flabby cat tummy that drags on the floor.” Tom continued, determined to get the cats attention. “And we both know which one Y/n prefers.”
Oatmeal flicked his eyes to Tom before lifting a leg and licking his nether regions. Tom gasped and touched a hand to his chest in offense.
“You’re disgusting.” Tom spat. “I’m leaving.”
Tom turned on his heel and heard a meow from behind him as he walked away, resembling a taunting laugh.
“Don’t follow me!” Tom called once he got to his office. He sat down at his desk and rubbed his tired eyes before dialing his brother.
Forty minutes later, Tom and Harry were knee deep in their script. They had gotten to standstill, unable to come to an agreement with where to take the story.
“Right, right.” Tom nodded as he rested his chin in his hands. “I was thinking for - - oh for Gods sake.”
Tom’s attention was claimed by Oatmeal slipping in through the crack in the door, letting out a meow to announce his presence. Harry saw Tom’s jaw clench as he stared at the cat offscreen, leaning closer to the camera to get a better look.
“Was that a cat?” Harry asked as he watched his brother swat at something to his left.
“Hey!” Tom bellowed as Oatmeal jumped up on the desk. “No feet on the table!”
“Mate, who are you yelling at?” Harry tapped the screen repeatedly to get his brothers attention.
“Oatmeal.” Tom grumbled, jerking his neck at the cat as if to challenge him to a fight.
“Y/n’s cat?” Harry chuckled, knowing all about his brothers hatred of cats. “Why is he at your place?”
“Shes at her cousins wedding this week.” Tom pouted. “I told her I’d watch the furry bastard.”
“How’s that going?” Harry smiled teasingly, already having an idea of how it was going. Before Tom could answer, Oatmeal walked in front of his phone and knocked it down with his tail. He let out a proud purr as Tom picked his phone back up.
“Shut up!” He shrieked. “I’m on the phone!”
“Tom! Stop yelling at the cat.” Harry snapped his fingers at Tom. “I asked you how it was going.”
Tom tore his eyes away from Oatmeal, who had made himself comfortable in one of Tom’s desk drawers.
“Not great, man.” Tom shook his head. “Not great.”
Monday
“I’m home.” Tom announced as he walked into his front door. “Did you kill any children and eat their souls while I was gone?”
Oatmeal didn’t come to the door right away like a dog would, making Tom worry briefly. He set his grocery bags down and knelt to the ground, patting his thighs the way he would do to call Tessa. It’s not that Tom was dying to see him, he just didn’t want to be the guy who lost his girlfriends cat. Much to his relief, Oatmeal appeared from around the corner, the bell around his neck jingling.
“There you are.” Tom sighed as he stood up. “You look like shit.”
Oatmeal hissed and pranced over to the couch, stretching out his limbs in a sunbeam before laying down. As his body his the couch, tufts of hair flew into the air. Tom’s eyes widened in surprise before running over to the couch to investigate. Even though it had been less than a day, Oatmeal had managed to get his fur all over the couch.
“Excuse me? What is this?” Tom demanded as he picked up some fur between his fingers. Oatmeal rolled onto his side and stared at Tom with unblinking eyes.
“What did I say about shedding? You think this is some brothel that you can defile with your fur? It’s not.” Tom snapped, stomping over to the hall closet to get the vacuum. He plugged it into the wall, shooting angry glared at Oatmeal every few seconds.
“Unbelievable.” Tom pretended to gag as he vacuumed up the hair. “You disgust me.”
Oatmeal flicked his tail back and forth, causing the fur Tom had missed to float into the air. Tom shook his fist at the cat before getting his food out and putting it in the bowl.
“I’m taking a shower.” He grumbled as he rinsed his hands. “Eat your damn food.”
Tuesday
“Oatmeal? Come in here.”
Tom stood with his hands on his hips, impatiently tapping his foot as he waited for the damned cat to come. When he didn’t show, Tom balled his fists in frustration and let out a silent scream.
“Oh my God. SPSPSPSPS.” Tom yelled, spit flying from his mouth as he called the cat once again. Oatmeal waltzed into the room, taking his sweet time to get to where Tom was.
“Do you want to explain to me what this is?” Tom asked angrily as he pointed to the surprise Oatmeal had left on the floor while he was working out. Oatmeal sat down and tilted his head at Tom, daring him to raise his voice.
“You’ve done it.” Tom nodded as he tightened his lips into a line. “You’ve shit on my floor.”
Oatmeal purred before turning his attention to his paw, loudly cleaning it to show Tom he had no shame.
“The disrespect you’ve shown for my hard wood is astounding.” Tom pointed a finger at him. “You’re a fiend. A sneaky, fatass little fiend.”
Oatmeal looked towards the kitchen table and meowed before looking back at Tom. He shook his body out, fur flying everywhere and settling in the air.
“Why must you insult me in this way? Why wouldn’t you go in your-“ Tom cut himself off when he looked at the litter box, still on the kitchen table where he left it. So that was what Oatmeal had been looking at.
“Oh. I told you not to put your feet on the table.” Tom realized the cat had listened to him after all. Oatmeal had pooped on the floor, but only because Tom failed to put the litter box down. Oatmeal let out a quiet meow and walked over to Tom, hitting his leg with his tail.
“No, I get it.” Tom sighed as he went to get cleaning supplies. “We were both at fault. I mean, I wasn’t the one who shit on the floor, but we both made a mistake.”
Oatmeal circled Tom’s body before taking a seat at his feet, peering up at him with wide eyes. Tom felt guilty as he looked at the animal, knowing he could never understand that he was sorry for yelling at him. He walked to the table and got the litter box, setting it down where Oatmeal could access it.
“Here.” He said softly. “Sorry about that.”
Oatmeal walked over to the box and looked up at Tom, giving Tom the impression that he was forgiven. But of course, Oatmeal still had a cold side. He hissed viciously at Tom before stepping into the littler box.
“Fine.” Tom scoffed. “I’m not sorry.”
Your cat and your boyfriend stared at each other for a long time, neither wanting to be the one to leave. That was a sign of weakness, and they were both determined to dominate the other.
“I’m getting frozen yogurt.” Tom said suddenly, unable to take the tension any longer. He grabbed his keys and left without another word.
Less than an hour later, Tom returned home with a ring of chocolate frozen yogurt around his mouth. He locked the front door and turned his light on, jumping when he saw Oatmeal sitting in the middle of the floor with a vacant stare.
“Jesus. Warn a guy, would you?” Tom rolled his eyes as he held a hand over his heart. “You could’ve given me a heart attack.”
Oatmeal stayed silent as Tom put his keys in the bowl by the door, his eyes following Tom’s every move.
“Yeah, you would’ve liked that, wouldn’t you?” Tom narrowed his eyes at Oatmeal before washing his hands in the kitchen sink. Oatmeal let out a loud hiss, making Tom jump out of his skin. He had crossed the room to get to Tom, all without making a sound, and sat himself at his feet. Tom stumbled back, only stopping when his back hit the wall. His heart pounded in his ears from the scare, and if he didn’t know any better, he could’ve sworn Oatmeal was laughing at him. Not wanting to show weakness, Tom quickly collected himself and stood up straight.
“Alright listen here you little bitch.” Tom snapped. “I don’t like you. And if I wasn’t seriously in love with your owner, I would microwave you. I would put you in the microwave and watch you rotate just like them damn rotisserie chickens until you blew up. And then I would set the microwave on fire.”
Oatmeal let out a long meow, sounding insulted by Tom’s words. His eyes softened upon hearing the hurt in the cats voice, fixing his body language to not look as menacing.
“Okay I wouldn’t do all that, but I would drive out to a really far place and leave you there. And that’s basically the same thing.” Tom shouted as he folded his arms. Oatmeal dragged his paw behind his ear and purred, taking no interest in Tom or his threats.
“Shut the fuck up.” Tom hissed. Oatmeal hissed back and swiped a paw at Tom.
“I’ll shave you.” Tom threaten as he backed away. “I will shave you bare.”
Oatmeal continued to advance on him, backing the actor into a corner.
“You don’t think I’d do it?” Tom asked with a shaky voice. “I’ll get the buzzer right now. Do you know how ugly you’ll look?”
Oatmeal stopped in his place and sat down, leaning back on his front paws to stretch.
“That’s right.” Tom laughed sharply. “You’ll look like an uncooked chicken breast. Fuck you.”
Oatmeal watched Tom curiously as he left the room, satisfied with how the conversation went.
Wednesday
Tom sat at his kitchen island, slowing sipping his fourth glass of wine. It had gotten to the point in the week where he missed you too much to do much of anything, which resulted him getting drunk early in the day. He had been locked in a staring contest with Oatmeal for quite some time, never breaking eye contact as he poured his next glass.
“What are you looking at?” Tom slurred as he brought the wine glass to his lips. Oatmeal said nothing, blinking slowly at Tom as he drank.
“So what?” Tom shrugged. “My girlfriend is gone. I can get drunk at 2 pm.”
Oatmeal tilted his head to the side, something Tom was growing to resent.
“How dare you judge me?” He spoke slowly, heavily intoxicated now. “You’re not even wearing clothes.”
Oatmeal let out a soft meow, making a smile tug at Toms lips.
“Heh heh.” He chuckled as he took another sip. “Imagine that? You’d look pretty stupid in clothes.”
Oatmeal took a few steps toward Tom, sweetly purring as he rubbed himself against Toms legs.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to call you stupid.” Tom said softly. “If anyone’s stupid, it’s me. I should’ve gone with Y/n. I miss her so much.”
Oatmeal peered up at Tom with kind eyes, the first docile interaction between them.
“Yeah.” Tom smiled as reached down to scratch his ears. “Me too.”
Oatmeal jumped onto the chair, and then into Toms lap, nuzzling himself against his neck. Tom happily stroked his soft fur, liking this newfound civility between them.
“This is gonna sound crazy, but what can I say? I’m a crazy guy.” Tom laughed heartily. “Do you want to drink with me? Do you just wanna go crazy and drink away the day?”
Oatmeal looked up at Tom and meowed, making Tom smile.
“Hell yeah!” He cheered. He picked Oatmeal up with one hand and grabbed the wine bottle with the other. After setting Oatmeal down on the ground, he poured wine into his water bowl.
“Wine is for cats! Wine is for people! Wine is for people and cats and people.” Tom sang happily. Oatmeal purred as he watched Tom, curious about the unknown liquid in his bowl.
“Thats right.” Tom agreed. “It’s also for church.”
Oatmeal sniffed the wine and pulled away, the sour smell sending a shiver through his body. He waltzed over to a sunbeam that was lighting up the floor and laid down, letting the sun warm his body. Tom stared at him for a moment before shrugging and laying down beside the cat.
“Do you believe in God?” Tom asked as he looked over at him. Oatmeal let out a small meow, to which Tom raised his eyebrows.
“You’re crazy, man.” Tom shook his head and patted his chest. “You’re a crazy dude.”
He laid in the sun with Oatmeal in silence for a moment, taking in the warmth from the floor.
“It’s so warm down here.” Tom sighed in content. “It’s like a hug from the sun.”
Oatmeal swatted his tail towards Tom, making Tom smile. Tom reaching over and rubbed Oatmeal’s tummy, his attention diverting to the bell on his collar. He took it between his fingers and saw your name and address engraved on it, sighing again as he was reminded about how much he missed you.
“I have to tell you man, I love her so much.” Tom pouted wistfully. “Y/n is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Tom smiled as Oatmeal purred in understanding.
“You want another drink you crazy bastard?” He asked the cat as he got off the floor. He poured some wine into his glass, and then some into Oatmeal’s already full bowl.
“Me too, man. Me too.” Tom said as he took another sip and got back on the floor.
“You know, Oatmeal isn’t that bad of a name. I can see why she named you that, though.” Tom thought out loud as he stroked the cats fur. “You’re the exact color of her favorite kind. The maple brown sugar one, you know? She gets so excited in the winter when it’s one sale. I’ve seen her clear a whole shelf into her shopping cart. And then she sits down at the table when her hair is still messy and lets it warm her up. She puts her little spoon in it and blows on it even though it’s never that hot. She’s so cute, man. I love her so much. I could watch her eat oatmeal everyday.”
Oatmeal purred as he rubbed his head against Toms hand.
“I know.” Tom chuckled. “We really are lucky.”
Tom situated himself into a more comfortable position on the floor and held his hand up, letting the sun rays shine through his fingers and illuminate the cat hair in the air.
“I gotta say, you’re really onto something with this whole napping in sunbeams deal.” Tom commented. “I’m quite enjoying this.”
Tom was too busy drinking on the floor to hear his front door open. You set your bags down and went into the living room, smiling in confusion when you saw your boyfriend and your cat on the ground.
“Tom?” You laughed at the sight. “I’m home.”
Toms eyes widened as he sprang off the floor, the wine in his glass sloshing around as he stood up.
“It was his idea!” He exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at your cat.
“Oh really?” You humored him. “What are you guys doing?”
“We…sunbeam.” Tom explained as he weakly pointed at the sunbeam, still too drunk to form a real sentence.
“I see.” You chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You placed a welcomed kiss to his lips, immediately tasting the bitter wine.
“Are you drunk?” You asked as you finally noticed the wine glass in his hand.
“Maybe.” Tom giggled as he struggled to stand up straight.
“Never mind that.” Your eyes shifted to Oatmeal and the vacant spot next to him that your boyfriend previously inhabited. “Were you just…cuddling my cat?”
“No.” Tom said quickly. “We were both laying there and you happened to walk in during the brief moment we touched. That’s all.”
“Why were you on the floor?” You questioned as you took the wine glass from his hand and took a sip. Tom opened his mouth but found no words coming out, opting to change the subject instead.
“Come here!” He smiled as he pulled you in for a long hug. “I missed you. Tell me all about your trip.”
“I picked up food from your favorite restaurant. Let’s eat and I’ll tell you everything.” You suggested as you pulled away.
“That sounds perfect.” He sighed, suddenly realizing how hungry he was. “I’m starved.”
You pulled him in for another kiss before bending down to greet your cat.
“Hello baby.” You cooed as you scratched behind Oatmeal’s ears. “Were you a good boy for Tom?”
“He was all right.” Tom shrugged, sending a wink to the cat. “Nothing to report.”
“You spend all that time whining about watching him but you have nothing to report?” You asked skeptically as you stood back up.
“It was pretty mellow.” Tom said dismissively, not wanting to get into the multiple fights they had. You squinted at Tom as if you didn’t believe him and folded your arms.
“Hm. Maybe he did put that hex on you after all.” You teased. “I’m gonna change real quick and move my bags.”
“Okay. I missed you.” Tom pulled you by the hand and kissed you again before you could leave the room.
“I missed you more.” You gave him another quick kiss and grimaced. “You taste like alcohol.”
“I’ll set the table, princess.” He called after you as you walked towards his bedroom.
“Thank you!” You called back.
Tom got to work setting the table and putting the bag of food near the place settings. You came back in no time in one of his large T-shirts and a pair of his boxers. Tom smiled softly, always happy to see you in his clothing.
“You look comfy.” He commented as he pulled you towards him by the waist.
“I am.” You hummed. “That was such a long flight. I don’t know why I wore jeans.”
“Well at least you’re home now. I couldn’t handle us being apart for another day.” He pouted while resting his forehead against yours.
“Me either.” You smiled at him until your eyes shifted to the wall behind him, noticing something strange right away.
“Tom?” You asked as you pulled your head back.
“Yes, love?” He answered, obviously to the concerned look on your face.
“Why is there wine in Oatmeal’s food bowl?”
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imtheasssniffer · 3 years
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Ball Drop
(This is a quick little story for you miserable horny little bitches. I hope 2021 is better than 2020, and I hope you’re all able to find happiness that is well deserved in the new year. Also thank you for over 1,000 followers. I never addressed it, but I am really grateful. 🥂)
“...three, two, oneeee!”
As part of a yearly tradition that you didn’t come up with. Your boyfriend Antony would crush your tiny frame with his saggy scrotum. Trapping you with his genitals, as he jerked off on top of your defenseless body. You had been forced under his sack for over a minute now. It felt like an eternity of grinding and dick musk. You knew he was already hard, because you could feel his dick grow with every thrust. He was just waiting for the new year to yank out his dick and pump it out on top of you. As he finished the countdown. He pulled his thong below his balls and let them unload onto After a few years of enduring this torturous ritual you knew better than to try to escape. Even as he lifted himself off of you briefly to pull his thong you knew to stay in place. Lying on your back, or things would get rough.
Antony moaned as he started to stroke his dick. Meanwhile you were struggling to just catch a breath. The saggy skin of his balls pooled over your body. Almost drowning you in must and pheromones. His balls bounced on top of your body rhythmically. Moving up and down in a motion that followed the movement of his dick.
“Awwww fuck!” Antony moaned,
“Babe feel free to move around down there.” You complied. Anything to get this over more quickly. You began to squirm. Kicking and clawing at the fleshy wall that confined you.
“Fuck babe. Use your nails!” You scratched at his dick vigorously. Getting the scent of his manhood trapped under your finger nails. You noticed the faster and harder you scratched the choppier his breaths got. His breathing was getting heavy, and as the loose skin that dangled over you contracted and became more dense you knew he was blowing his load. A moan of pure bliss vibrated through his body, and he sighed deeply. Dropping his dick on top of his gargantuan balls, and further crushing you with more weight.
He pulled himself off of you, and you gasped for much needed air. He chuckled a bit as he watched you recuperate from his strenuous assault on your senses. You slowly stood up as you gained some strength, and looked up at him, waiting for his next move. He smiled down at you knowing that you were frustrated, because he nearly killed you with his sack, and it made you so insufferably, horny.
“I was thinking this year we spice it up a little,” he teased as he turned around and plopped his plump ass in front of you. Without a second thought you ran. You knew his ass was a war zone, you could feel it’s heat and smell radiating towards you, and with how musty his balls were the scent of his ass must’ve been catastrophic. Of course your attempt to escape was in vein. You weren’t even an inch tall. Your little legs barely carried any mobility compared to Antony. Who instantly plucked your little body between two fingers, and lifted you to his face. There was a dangerous smirk smeared across his mouth. You wanted to fight, but you knew there was no point.
“Well I was gonna go easy on you, but since you decided to disrespect this beautiful ass that you should be worshipping. I’m going to have to punish you. Sorry babe,” Antony said with a cruel arrogance. You started kicking at his hand, but your feeble kicks were useless. He started to lower you. Purposely moving slowly to torture you. As you braced to enter his ass. He stopped.
“Oh wait. I need to lubricate.” With that said he quickly lifted your insolent body back up to his face and placed you on his tongue. You screamed for him to stop, but he simply receded his tongue back into his mouth. As he closed his jaws your screams bounced off of the cavernous walls of his mouth, and echoed back at you. You sat in fear for a moment. Everything was calm, unmoving. Until his saliva started creeping towards you. Slowly rising in the darkness. Then, as you felt his spit soak your body. All hell broke loose. His tongue started grating you against the roof of his mouth, next it brushed you against his teeth. Your body got tossed around the inside of his mouth like it was some sort of fucked up rollercoaster. Then like it had started everything went calm, and his mouth opened. You watched as his fingers slid across his lips into his mouth to retrieve you.
As soon as his fingers felt your body they snatched you from the darkness, and pulled you into the light. Antony let out a sick chuckle before lowering you again. This time more quickly, and with more intent. You watched in horror, as with his other hand he pulled down his thong, and grabbed his right ass cheek. Separating his two mounds of fat to allow your access. As your body became level with his hole you prepared yourself for the worst. Your preparation meant nothing however. Nothing could’ve ever prepared you for the stench that was ingrained on Antony’s asshole in this moment. It was vile, and is if it couldn’t get worse,
ppPFfFfRtTtTtT
A hot airy fart puffed against your body, and flooded your nostrils, causing you to choke on his ass gas.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned, and you knew it wasn’t a good sign.
PPPpffFflLLrRtT
He began to rub your body against his slimy putrid hole. You were gagging. This was sick, and worst of all your dick was hard.
“Listen to the fireworks babe,” Antony said with a laugh.
bbTRraaaPpTT
pppRrRrraaaaaPprrRrRtT
FFffFrRRrRaaaaAaaaRrtT
“Holy fuck!” Antony laughed for a good while, before saying,
“Now it’s time for your punishment.”
This wasn’t the punishment? You started to panic. What more could he do? As he pinched your body again, and pulled you out, before turning your body perpendicular to his hole. That’s when you knew. That this New Years celebration, was going to be much more hellish than you had anticipated. You felt your feet go into his hole, and as you got pushed in even deeper you could feel his asshole stretch around you. As he guided you into his anus, panic momentarily ceased, and was replaced by pleasure, as your dick slid against his insides. The sensation made you cum. You felt disgusted, ashamed, but moreso terrified, because he didn’t stop until you were chest deep. No pleasure could completely replace the anxiety of almost being swallowed by your mans asshole.
You began to claw at his crack trying to pull yourself out.
“Ah ah ah, when will you learn your lesson?” Antony said ominously. His finger lurked back over to you, and you knew it was over. He began to push you in further, until nothing, but your head remained outside of his hole.
ppPFFFrrRTt
“Now be good, and I’ll try to hold my farts, while your inside of me,” Antony said, before pulling his thong back up, and going to rest on the couch.
“I’m glad we could spend the new year so close together babe.”
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creepytoes88 · 3 years
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WARNING ⚠️- this is absolutely FILTHY like I need to go to church for real. like the last one is rainbows and kittens compared to this one y’all 😰🥴 sorry for any grammar mistakes or miss spelling
PSA- y/n in this smut is a famous TikTok weeb and she doesn’t understand how famous she is yet and Vinnie has a fat Crush on her readers to find out more 😈 and covid doesn’t exist in these obviously
https://youtu.be/NocXEwsJGOQi
Song/dance I’m talking about 👆
Vinnie’s POV
I watch her dance again I’ve watched it 8 or 9 times. Her baby blue thigh high socks and her lace pink skirt. The little bit of thigh poking out between the two driving me crazy the thoughts going right to my downstairs area. I groan and close TikTok I can’t keep thinking these things about y/n it’s not right I then hop out of bed and head downstairs to get some breakfast and coffee. When I get downstairs and step into the kitchen J immediately yells to me from the living room “DID YOU SEE HOW HOT Y/N LOOKS IN HER LAST TIKTOK!” Before I could answer Anthony come out of his room and gets something from the fridge “Avani is coming over and she’s bringing a friend that’s moving in with her, apparently she’s shy so everyone is nice I’m not getting bitched at cause you all couldn’t keep your dicks in your pants and made her uncomfortable” we all nod in agreement I take my muffin and coffee up to my room and watch some tv.
Y/n POV
I take a deep breath as I step off the gate moving to LA was a big move but it’s for the best I skip baggage claim because all of my stuff should be at Avani’s house by now. I pull my phone out of my carry on but before I could call Avani and see if she’s here yet but before I could I hear my name being called I turn around and see some boys around my age coming towards waving at me I wait and we take pictures I say goodbye as we walk away and call Avani’s phone “HEY! DID YOU LAND?!” “Yes I landed, I’ll be out front by the doors come find me.” I laughed as I hung up, It only took 10 minutes for Avani to find me and run at me full speed before nearly taking me and her self to the ground “WOAH!” “So how was your flight?” I laughed “very pleasant” Avani pulled away from me before looking me dead in the eyes. “There’s someone I want you to meet” point, Blank, period that was all she said before grabbing my hand and pulling me to her car. “Not that I don’t appreciate that but I’m not looking for a boyfriend.” Avani stops dead in her tracks before turning around to look at me “Then just fuck him” I stared back at her with a shocked face.
“I- wh- what “she turns back around before pulling me to her car, she unlocks the car and I throw my carry on in the back seat and get in the passenger side. Avani starts the car up then puts her seatbelt on, she turns on her blinker and waits for space so she can get out “well who is it?” I’m a little curious. Avani looks at me and smiles “I know you don’t follow him but maybe you have heard of him” she says with a big smile “his name is Vinnie and he is simply and cutest and sweetest most annoying human being on this earth” she says as she pulls out on to the road heading to her house or so I thought “no I can’t say I have heard of him.” About 30 minutes later she asks if I need to change because we’re gonna stop and pick up her boyfriend and maybe some of his friends then we’re gonna get some food. I thought about it and remembered I brought a mini skirt with me and some thigh high socks along with my doc martens and the sweatshirt I am wearing I think that’ll be fine “no I brought some clothes to change into.”
“Okay cool,” she says we sang to music before pulling in to the expansive looking neighborhood. I guess I should get used to this in a couple of months I’ll be in my own house in an expensive neighborhood just like this one (wink wink 😜) we pull into a house with a bunch of cars in the driveway. I’m kinda nervous for all the people my anxiety starts to kick in a little bit so I take a deep breath “if you want you can change in the car or the bathroom.” I almost agree about changing in the bathroom and for some reason, I change my mind “ it’s ok I’ll just change in the car.” Ok, that’s fine just come in when you are done past the stairs and then you’ll see the living room I’m gonna get Anthony from upstairs.”
She says as she walks away ok this is fine I hurry up and change I slid my socks on before putting my boots on as fast as I possibly could. I put my bag in the trunk in case more people decide to come then just us three I then walk up to the door and take a deep breath I grab the handle and turn it, Of course, it didn’t open. Why would it open, nothing goes right in my life. Great time to make it more awkward for myself, I knock on the door a couple of times and nothing happens so I do it again. Still nothing I take a deep breath before pushing the doorbell great just great I think to myself. I hear someone yell and I stand up straight and got ready to start explaining myself especially if Avani wasn’t the one to open the door. Not a second later a BEAUTIFUL man opens the door, soft brown eyes with hints of green and long eyelashes, rosy cheeks, and big red lips. Even his unruly curly hair was beautiful. I had to tilt my head back to look up at him ( you can change this if you are tall we love tall queens here) his eyes meet mine and Immediately his face changes from confusion, shock and then finally he hits the ground.
Vinnie’s POV
After I finished my breakfast I hopped in the shower and made a TikTok (the one where he has a towel wrapped around his waist) I then put on some sweats and walked downstairs I saw Jordan and Kio playing on the x box so I laid on the other couch before falling asleep. However, I woke up to the sound of Kio screaming my name I look up at him “will you go answer the door I’m about to win.” I groaned as I got up to answer the door I looked out of the peephole and saw nothing but the top of a head with pigtails on it “what the fuck” I said to myself chuckling and I opened the door to see a girl and as she looks up at me I immediately realized who it is and then everything went black.
Y/n POV
I look down as he lays on the ground unconscious I gasp before calling Avani’s name all of a sudden three boys come out of nowhere. “I don’t know what happened he opened the door and when he saw me he passed out” the boys looked at me with wide eyes before they started to laugh and make fun of the boy on the ground for being “whipped” and a “simp” I just look at them shocked “YOUR FRIEND IS PASSED OUT ON THE GROUND AND YOU'RE CALLING HIM A SIMP!!?” The boys stop and take their friend to the couch about that time Avani comes running down the stairs “ OMG Y/N ARE YOU OK I HEARD YOU SCREAMING!” “Yea the door was locked and that guy answered it and then just passed out when he saw me.”
Avani let’s out a load laugh “what the fuck is wrong with y’all” I say with a scared look on my face. “THAT'S VINNIE!” Avani yells as she laughs “he has the biggest crush on you and he passed out when he saw you OF COURSE WE’RE GONNA LAUGH!” She says almost crying “that’s Vinnie,” I say with wide eyes he’s fucking beautiful I think to myself. Maybe I will fuck him I laugh at my own joke I turn around as I hear one of the boys say “welcome back simp” I hear him groan. ”You guys I thought I just saw Y/n but I am pretty sure I was just still asleep, tell that girl I’m sorry please I’m gonna go lay down,” he says as he gets up slowly “you should put some ice on that bump.” You say as you walk towards him he looks up at you with wide eyes “don’t pass out again, please.”
I say with my hands out in front of me to push him back if he falls forward “ I-I I’m ok really.” He says as he scratches the back of his head “well show me where the kitchen is and I’ll get you an ice pack.” I saw with a smile “oh good luck we don’t have those here.” Vinnie says with a laugh “I got this don’t worry” I say with a wink. We walk into the kitchen and as he sits at the island I look around for a ziplock and fill it with ice, then wrap a rag around it. I walk towards Vinnie and hand it to him “thank you” he says with a smile while looking into my e/c eyes I stare back at him I don’t know how much time went by with us staring into each other's eyes but Avani walks in and laughs.
“Alright you two do you guys wanna stay here and we’ll bring you back food all the guys wanna come and we only have 5 seats sooo?”
I turn to look back at Vinnie “is that fine with you?” He looks at me and smiles “ I would love that” he says as he looks in my eyes again I take a deep breath staring back at him. I look at his beautiful lips his smile is just everything. “okay well text me what you guys want and we’ll be back in a couple of hours have fun, but not too much fun.” she says laughing I roll my eyes and look back at Vinnie “does your head feel any better?” “Yea actually” he pulls the ice back from his head and throws it in the sink “wanna watch a movie with me,” he asked with a smile “yes absolutely but first do you wanna film a couple of TikTok's together?”
I ask with puppy dog eyes “yes!” Vinnie says with no hesitation my eyes widened in shock at how fast he said yes “ok great. Well where should we film?” Vinnie thinks and asks if I wanted to film in his room or by the pool “hmmm the pool” I bet the sun is about to set “ok come, on silly girl,” Vinnie says as he walks away I run after him to see him go through a door so I follow and I see the big ass pool, I was right the sun is going down “wow,” I say to myself “it’s so beautiful right” Vinnie says with a smile “yea it’s is beautiful.” “Not as beautiful as you though,” Vinnie says with a slight blush on his cheeks I turn and look at him before walking towards him. I stand on my tippy toes to kiss him on the cheek I feel Vinnie put his hands on my waist “come on before the sun goes down” Vinnie and I make a couple of dancing tiktoks and we decided to make a thirst trap on his account so we went to his bathroom.
Vinnie started the video in front of the mirror by himself and then he transitioned to where I’m standing in front of him holding the phone. The next transition was me sitting on his sink counter as he takes his finger and snaps my thigh high sock against my thigh he laughs at my shocked face before ending the video he watches the video back with his hand still on my thigh. His thumb drawing small circles on the outside of my thigh I just stare at him I could feel my heart thumping and butterflies in my stomach going straight to my heat I can’t be thinking about him like that we just met an hour ago tops. Vinnie looks down at me his eyes then trail from my eyes to my lips he licks his own lips “V-Vinnie” “ yes beautiful?” He asks “what are you thinking about?” Vinnie looks me in the eyes again and says “About how great you’re going to taste.”
My eyes widen in shock and I put my hands on his shoulders to stabilize myself I can’t do this I shouldn’t be feeling this way I barely know this man “V-Vinnie?” Vinnie looks down at me “what baby?” I move my hands to the back of his neck “kiss me please” Vinnie didn’t waste any time attaching his lips to mine he grabs at my waist and chest. I nibble on his lips teasing him he opens his mouth for me but I denied it and keep biting and teasing him. However Vinnie grew tired of my teasing he picks me up off the counter, he then rubs the little but of ass that’s poking out I gasp as he does, Vinnie takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth, I can feel my heat throbbing against his rock-hard abs, my legs pulling Vinnie even closer to me and I start to grind my hips against his toned stomach and I let out little moans between kisses.
Before I realized what was going on he drops me on his bed immediately my legs fall apart and I reach my hands up to grab him but Vinnie is too busy staring at my cheeky white Lace panties with a cute pink bow at the top. I grow self-conscious I remember that I’m probably a little prickly down there and begin to close my legs, maybe this isn’t a good idea right now “don’t close your legs baby I think you are gorgeous.” He says with a sweet smile and lays his hands on my knees resting them there “I-I haven’t shaved in a couple of days and I-“ “I don’t care” Vinnie says with a duh face as a smile creeps on his Lips “as long as you keep you’re skirt and socks on I’m happy.” I give him a weird look and Vinnie looks back at me with an open mouth “ unless that makes you uncomfortable-“ “no I’m just curious as to why” I say with a smile “god I hope I don’t make myself sound like a creepy stalker” Vinnie says as he takes a deep breath “I have been following you for at least a year now and I have always had a crush on you I've had dreams about fucking you in a skirt with your socks on” he says really fast a deep blush on his cheeks.
“You just make it look so hot with your thick thighs and bubble butt-“ I take my sweatshirt off before he could finish ”so no shirt?” Vinnie looks at my boobs with his mouth open just staring “n- no” he clears his throat “ no bra huh” he says with a small smile “that’s a nice surprise” his eyes trailing down my naked chest “you can touch them if you want.” I say with a smile Vinnie immediately pushes my legs open and lays between them he then grabs both of my boobs in his hands and pinches my nipples with his thumbs and pointer fingers. I let out a whimper and grab his strong biceps I can feel his muscles flexing in his arm every time he squeezed or rubbed my boobs and nipples I began to rock my hips against his stomach again “c-can I lick them?” He asks in a small voice I throw my head back and let out a moan “YES PLEASE” Vinnie takes one of my nipples in his mouth and sucks harshly and pinches the other with his ring-covered hand as he begins to grind his bulge against me.
I gasp as he nibbles and sucks before moving on to the other nipple I run my hands through his hair I know I’m fucking it up but it’s so soft. I feel his lips trailing down my stomach I open my eyes and look down at him and the first thing is seeing is a bunch of big and little red mark all over my boobs and tummy “you left hickeys!!?!” Vinnie looks up and then looks down I see the blush creep on his cheeks and he looks down “well it’s too late now” I say with a breathy laugh “just keep going” Vinnie’s eyes light up before he went back to leaving hickeys on my hips. “Please vin” Vinnie looks up at me “can I” he looks down and then looks back up at me “yes, please do“ I laugh as I run my thumb over his bottom lip. Vinnie kisses the palm of my hand As he then kisses my lips again he rubs and squeezes my thighs for a while before pulling away to unlace my boots once he got both off he spreads my legs wide and looks at my panties that are soaked with my excitement.
I throw my hands over my eyes I know there’s a wet spot I just know it “Jesus baby all this for me” he says as he runs his pointer finger over my wet panties “you even made a mess on my bed baby.” Vinnie says as he kisses the inside of my thigh leaving hickeys I groan in pleasure and embarrassment my cheeks glowing red. Vinnie’s eyes shoot up to look at me and I can feel him smile against my thigh before switching to the other side I moan as I feel my walls clench around nothing. I can feel my wetness gush a little and I throw my head back whining and moaning Vinnie’s name. I feel Vinnie push his nose against my heat, he takes a deep breath through his nose, he groans as he licks his lips pulling away “you smell delicious baby, I bet you taste delicious too.” Vinnie leans his head down taking my underwear in his teeth and pulling them down my legs once they were fully off Vinnie pushes my legs apart and pushes my knees up so they are by my shoulders he can see EVERYTHING.
Vinnie keeps looking down eyes locked on one certain area I could feel him looking at it.“Maybe one day if you get lucky” I say with a smirk ( let me know if you would be interested in part 2 with✨anal✨😊) Vinnie blushes and then realizes what I said before smirking and leaning down between my thighs. Vinnie licks a stripe from my wetness to my clit he groans before shoving his tongue as far into me as possible “mmmm baby you taste like fucking candy.” he slurps and nibbles I gasp and run my hand in his hair “how is that even fucking possible?!” He groans “I could live down here.” he says as he shoves his long tongue into me yet again but this time he grazed a special spot making me release a small shout in shock.
“O-OH VINNIE YESSS DO THAT AGAIN!” I yell as I push his head down and grind my hips on his face at the same time basically using his face to get off. Vinnie pulls my hands off his head after a few minutes and pulls away “n-no keep going-“ “sit on my face please.” Vinnie says as stands up and pulls me towards him by my legs. “Why-“ “because I asked nicely,” he says with a cheeky smile looking down at me, so I sit up and get on my knees Vin lays down on his bed and gets comfortable he then reaches out to me with both hands. I take them and slowly shuffle my way up, when I finally am above his face and I start to lower myself Vinnie grabs my thighs and pushes me so all of my body weight is on his face ”mmmmmm baby! “Vinnie moans inside of me I moan and try to get away from his torturous tongue and vibrations that’s making my legs weak I don’t have the strength to fight him anymore and I fully sit.
Immediately he starts eating me out twice as fast and deep he starts rubbing my clit with his nose while he moans. He’s squeezing and slapping my ass with the other hand “OH OH GOD YES VINNIE JUST LIKE THAT.” I was humping his face at this point I don’t even realize he wasn’t holding me down anymore and it was me I thrust my hips a couple more times before calling out to him.“YES VINNIE MAKE ME CUM DADDY MAKE ME CUM ON YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE!!” I yell with my head thrown back “do you want me to cum on your tongue daddy?!” Ask in a whimper Vinnie groans in response to the vibration shoving me over the edge. I throw my head back so hard I fall off of Vinnie’s mouth onto the bed still moaning and whining, Vinnie jumps up and attacks my pussy with his mouth again.
Before my high is gone making me scream again and thrust against his face once more before I lay with my legs and mouth open gasping for breath. “Are you ok” I didn’t have it in me to talk so I just gave him two thumbs up Vinnie laughs before asking “are you down for another round?” My eyes widen and I look at him before I answer I take a good look at his hair all over the place lips red and plump my juices on his face. My eyes then got distracted but his god-like features my eyes taking extra long to graze over his v-line and his rock hard cock. I take my hand and run my fingers down his hard stomach feeling all the bumps and grooves down to his happy trail and I follow it to his sex Lines. I push Vinnie down on the bed before crawling in between his legs I begin to kiss his neck and leave hickeys as he did on me.
I lick his nipple on the way down and he lets out a surprised gasp grabbing onto one of my pigtails as I trail my lips and tongue down to his hip bones to leave hickeys there and on his sex lines. He trusted his hips up towards my face and let out a hot whine so I pull down his sweats and underwear in one go I immediately start to rub my thumb on his tip. I lick the vain from the bottom to the top and then I took his balls in my mouth as I stroke him Vinnie's head thrown back in pure pleasure “ple-please don’t stop” he says in an airy breath I pull off from his balls making a popping sound. I then take him in my mouth if there is one thing I’m good at its blowjobs the bigger the better and Vinnie is the biggest I've ever seen.
I suck the tip and make my way back down as far as I can go without deep throating him yet I got about halfway down his cock I then started to hum and move my tongue around what I could reach. I then began to deep throat Vinnie and as my throat was expanding to his size I couldn’t help but moan “F-FUCK.” Vinnie yells as he grabs both of my pigtails and shoves my head the rest of the way down making me choke “OH MY GOD! I’m so sorry-“ I moaned before doing it again myself my eyeballs rolling to the back of my head I then pull off and catch my breath. “Mmhm fuck my throat daddy” I say as I start to suck his tip again with big wide innocent eyes Vinnie’s hips snap against my face his hands grabbing my pigtails again fucking my throat.
I could feel his balls slapping against my chin and I grab them in one hand and start to massage them while I rub his thigh with my other hand. I feel his balls start to tighten and his tip twitched so I pull off “lay down I wanna Fuck you.” I say with confidence “I-I ok” Vinnie stutters laying on his back now as I straddle him. I take him and put his tip at my entrance before starting to sink down on him I let out a small moan as Vinnie let out a load moan as he grips the sheets trying to keep him self from pushing you down. ”Fuck Y/n your so fucking tight, I’m gonna explode” “ooooh yea, you gonna cum in me daddy or are you gonna put your baby’s on my thighs instead hmmmm maybe on my ass cheeks?” Vinnie let’s out a loud moan “any-anywhere baby please just let me cum” Vinnie groans “mmm fuck me baby.“
I say I feel him grab my ass cheeks before thrusting up into me at a super-fast pace. Vinnie groans and moans as I scream and moan “ahh are you gonna cum in my little pu-pussy daddy?” “Mmmm yes baby I’m gonna paint your walls with my seed.” Vinnie says as he pounds into me at an even fastest pace if that’s possible. “I’m gonna shoot my load so far up your pussy it’s gonna be coming out of you for days!” He yells as he grabs my neck and licks my face we are both groaning and yelling things at each other. “HIT ME DADDY HIT ME” I yell I’ve never asked someone to hit me before so this is new.
Vinnie without even thinking about it throws me on my back and slaps me across the face. I could feel the stinging sensation and my pussy throbbed so I whimpered “again” he slapped me across my face again. I moan even loader this time I could feel the knot starting to twist “AGAIN DADDY SLAP MY FACE AGAIN AN-AND CALL ME YOUR LITTLE SLUT!” I scream at Vinnie so he slaps my face again harder this time. I could really feel the sting that time I let out a cry but immediately moaned right after “YOU LIKED THAT DIDN’T YOU SLUT” he pounds into harder. I let out sobs of pleasure tears running down my face.
Vinnie then pulls out completely before flipping me on to my hands and knees, I immediately drop my head to the bed so my ass is in the air. I feel Vinnie push inside of me again this time from the back, he grabs my hips thrusting in to me at a fast pace ”DADDYS GONNA SLAP YOUR ASS TILL ITS PRETTY AND PINK” Vinnie shouts at me as he begins to abuses my ass cheeks with his open palms I push back on him and I moan my eyes rolling to the back of my head ”P-P-PLEASE DADDY CUM INSIDE OF ME I WANT TO BE YOUR SLUT !” I scream at the top of my lungs I can feel the knot about to pop “F-FUCK YOUR SUCH A DIRTY LITTLE SLUT YOU WANT ME TO CUM IN YOUR TIGHT LITTLE WHORE PUSSY!” He moans “SUCH A DIRTY SLUT FUCKING A MAN YOU MET TWO HOURS AGO AND ALREADY ASKING ME TO PUT BABIES INSIDE OF YOU!” He shouts as I let out a scream it was like everything stopped my mind went blank all I could think about was how good daddy’s cock felt inside of my slutty little pussy.
I hear Vinnie start to pant “I’m gonna-I’m-I’m CUMMING” he yells as he grabs my boobs and falls into my neck his hot breath on my neck. I wrap my arms around his waist and I start to rub his back “thank you, Vinnie.” He starts laughing “I should be thanking you I don’t think my dick will get hard for another woman ever again.” I laugh and give him a tight hug “you know I don’t actually think you're a whore right “ I look at him and smile “well I would hope not considering you had sex with a complete stranger too” I kiss him on the lips “will you go on a date with me y/n?” I smile at him “yes, absolutely I would love to!” He chuckles and kisses my lips “I never thought I was gonna meet you, or be going in a date with you. let alone have sex with you AND cum inside of you all in the same day, life is full of surprises” he says with a big smile. I smile back at him before kissing him once more and getting comfortable “will you take a nap with me?” “Yea of course my sweet girl.” Vinnie says with a kiss on the head.
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When, Not Whether
Anyone can tell at first sight that you’ve let your appetite get the better of you. When you lumber up to a restaurant — ass and rolls jiggling out of your clothes, belly bouncing a foot or two in front of you, flabby arms swinging to keep yourself steady — it’s clear you’re there for serious business. Nobody expects you to show up for the salad bar.
But even with all that, it’s another thing entirely to watch you actually eat. Once the food is in front of you, there is almost nothing else in your world. Sure, you’ll carry on a conversation with your friends, or watch something on tv, but your mind clearly isn’t dedicated to it. You’re focused on what’s going in your mouth and filling your belly. You desire that slice of cheese-laden pizza. You crave that mouthful of creamy, buttery pasta. You yearn for that fatty burger, dripping with grease. While you’re eating your meal of choice, your whole self is dedicated to it — you want the joy of tasting it, of feeling everything that’s bad for you sliding over your tongue, of feeling more and more of it fill your cavernous belly. But when you’re finally done, you’re still not satisfied. It’s rare that you’re not planning your next meal before you’ve finished the one you’re already stuffing yourself with.
As much as you love eating out, though, the real magic happens when you’re at home. Where nobody really gets to see. This is where you get to work your way through a stock pot filled to the top with mac and cheese over the course of an evening. Or put away an entire three-layer chocolate cake, slice by slice, bite by relentless bite disappearing into your implacable maw. Or polish off a couple family-size boxes of sugar cereal as a midnight snack. Your snacking is epic too, of course. You’re never without a bag of chips, a box of candy, and a two-liter of soda or something similar within arm’s reach. You go through corn dogs, chicken nuggets, Hot Pockets, pizza bites — all the frozen and fried snacks you can manage — at a rate that would send most people to the hospital. That kind of endurance and consistency is what it takes for someone to have a 20,000 calorie day. Every. Single. Day.
And that singleness of purpose must have been your way for a long time. You’ve been so focused on using food to pleasure yourself for so long that you’ve completely ignored what it’s done — is doing — to you. You’ve missed how your body has expanded, as if to make room; and you keep eating more and more, trying to fill it. You’re somehow oblivious to the pound after pound after pound of fat that packs on your frame as you follow this disaster diet. Arms, legs, butt, belly, all ballooning outward in a grotesque display of how many calories a single person can put into their body. It would almost be inspiring, if it weren’t so horrifying to watch someone utterly wreck themselves.
Because as much as you’re ignoring the changes happening to you, you still feel some of the effects. All that blubber, though soft and plush from the outside, presses relentlessly on your organs and bones. Even planted on the couch, it takes active effort, pressing against the ever-increasing pressure of the weight, for you to breathe and take in enough oxygen to sustain your tremendous bulk. The extra weight and volume in so many different places on your body contorts your frame as you walk, or sit, or lay down, and it stretches and twists your joints. As a result, your fat is basically inflicting low-level torture on you 24/7. And the hundreds of pounds of excess flab covering every inch of you — which any motion requires you to hoist, lower, stabilize, or simply carry with you — means that even the simplest movement becomes a cardio workout. You’d think it would weigh you down more, but it hasn’t (at least so far) stopped you from that next meal.
Just where do you think a habit — an addiction — like that ends? A human can’t just eat the calorie intake of ten people every day and expect it never to catch up with them. And your day of reckoning is fast approaching, my friend. Can you feel it catching up with you as the growing weight of your prodigious blubber slows you down? A creeping sense of dread that soon, you’ll have to pay the price for your obscene indulgence? Maybe somewhere, in the part of your mind not occupied with what you’re consuming next, there’s that little nagging worry about what’s coming. Maybe it’s the fear, knowing how tenuous your grasp on your health and your mobility is, that’s making you ignore the problem and, perversely, driving you to destruction.
You know it’s a matter of when, not whether, you’ll be too fat to keep going as you are. You may not admit it to yourself, but you know. Even with a van big enough to get you there and chairs strong enough to hold you, eventually a porker just gets too heavy to manage the waddle up to a restaurant and too bloated to fit through the door. Your last trip to the buffet might be the one that ends with an embarrassing collapse in front of a shocked wait staff, sickened at seeing your mass of glistening chubby flesh sprawled on the floor, after finally getting exhausted by trying to carry your near half ton of fat back to a table. Or you might take the wiser course and decide, at some point, not to test it anymore. Either way, it will happen sooner or later.
And what happens then, when your last reason to leave the house and get some meager physical activity goes away? What happens when all you do is stay home and gorge yourself nonstop? And you and I both know, that’s exactly what you’ll do. You’ll lounge on the couch or snooze in bed and stuff yourself like an engorged tick. If you have any room to pack any more food in your distended gut, you almost certainly will. And with nowhere to go and nothing to do, except maybe to make more food, just about every bite you eat will get turned by your crashing metabolism into brand new fat. You’ll get fatter and heavier faster than ever before — and maybe you’ll even get big enough fast enough to scare you. But at that point, you probably have to resign yourself to living like this, to having ever more fat enveloping your body and weighing you down.
I hope you have a plan for when that day comes. You have to have known it’s coming, however fixated on food you may have been up to now. And there’s no way you can take care of yourself if you can barely struggle to your feet. Don't worry, though; I’m sure some chubby chaser will be happy to step in and make sure you never go hungry. But I wouldn’t expect them to help you lose weight, either. You’d better be ready, because I have to say — I don’t see this ending well for you.
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