#plus-sized blog

[letsyapthenightaway]

I'm so tired and frustrated of being like “Yeah I'm plus-sized” and people imagine curvy and just slightly chubby.

Like no! I'm big! I'm fat! Is that how people want me to say it?! Nothing wrong with those words but the way people use them in such a degrading way.

Like I've always been big but health stuff and stress/anxiety have made me get bigger plus a couple of other changes and I just feel so shitty!

Like I see the other girls that are the same size as me and they look gorgeous! I wanna be like them and feel like myself again but little things just discourage me so easily. I hate to say it but I just wanna feel pretty again.

[pinkgirlgems]

cute coquette like journals ♡

[chrollohearttags]

my dress up darling • ony

convincing your friend to go to a convention with you turned out to be the best idea ever!…but it’s what happens before the event even arrives that makes it all the more fun..

blerd!ony, black fem!reader (plus size coded), PWP, finger sucking, thigh riding, fingering, handjob, pet names used (mama, baby, she slips up and calls him daddy), lots of praise, tit/nipple play, nasty hotel sex, tiny mentions of blood + injury, reader is a seamstress/cosplayer, missionary, squirting, friends to lovers, lots of humor and banter, creampie aftercare

word count: 6.3K

this was a lil something I’ve been wanting to write for the longest bc blerd!ony altered my brain chemistry and I miss him tremendously (if you’ve read this before, no u didn’t 🙄 and if it’s ur first time, please enjoy! )

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“Ow..damn, this hurts already..”

“You good over there, mama? What’s wrong?”

the deep voice belted out in a rather low and calm tone..cool and collected, that’s how he always was. Nonchalant to a fault and that was just one of the many things you loved about him. Hence why you had invited him along to this little venture in the first place. However, at the moment…you quite frankly could not stand his ass! Through gray colored contacts, (y/n) shot the tall male next to you an icy glare..one signifying just how ‘good’ you were!

“Oh, I’m just fine, Ony. Despite the fact that my legs are still shaking and I’m sore as hell.”

a statement that should not have garnered a single chuckle out of anyone had your very handsome homeboy doubling over in laughter. He could tell by the look on your face that you were still a little peeved at him for the previous night and this morning. Honestly, you’d never want to fight a single person in your life but if you thought you could beat him, you’d ask him to spar just one time. “What the hell is so funny?” “Nothing at all, you just seem a lil’ stressed.” Feigning his humor as he pressed the key fob to lock the doors of his 2022 Camaro..a beautiful specimen, much like the man driving it. Honestly, it should’ve been illegal to be this fine but you knew exactly what you were signing up for when you decided to come to this convention with him! Three days full of dressing up, video games and all of the collectible items and rare figurines that one’s nerdy little heart could desire. It was an event that you had been looking forward to for months and it was only the icing on the cake when your favorite cashier turned cosplay buddy decided to tag along! You’d discovered Onyakopon’s, or just Ony as everyone called him; his love for nerdy things after you came into his store on a late night with a random anime shirt on and he was all hyped to see someone else that looked like him, especially a girl..that was into this same stuff. Since that day, the two of you spoke every chance you got to gush over your favorite shows and game series, all but holding up the lines to do so. Soon, that bond carried over outside of his workplace and the two of you began hanging out. Even going to a manga and anime cafe for your first outing. You were so excited to have a friend who shared your similar interests. Eventually, you divulged to Ony that you were a cosplayer and that’s when he stumbled upon your Instagram page. Which was littered with photos of you in beautiful costumes…some very detailed and intricate and others..very revealing and sexy! Make no mistake, he drew an issue with neither one but to see your duality from a girl who walked around in long graphic tees with characters on them and sweatpants to seeing you with your ass out, dressed as one of his fictional crushes, had him very conflicted! But what impressed him even more was the fact that each one of those beautiful outfits you were wearing?

You had hand sewn each one yourself! Spending weeks at a time crafting each one. Hence why your page was so much more bare than other girls he’d seen doing the same craft. It wasn’t that you loved it any less, you just didn’t have the luxury of tossing on any old, run of the mill Amazon ensemble from some third party buyer whose plus sizes looked like they’d fit a middle schooler at best. So instead of giving it up altogether, you took the liberty of learning how to stitch them together yourself to ensure the perfect fit. So naturally, it came as no surprise that when you revealed this secret to him, he wanted you to curate his very first cosplay as well! Ony had long since dreamed of dressing up as characters such as Kratos, Jin Kazuma and all the other badass video game giants he adored. Not only did go out and purchase hundreds of dollars worth of materials for you to make his dream costume come to life, but he offered to cover the costs of everything for the weekend. Just because he was so gracious to you and excited to be going. You made it your mission to ensure that he’d be left in awe when he put it on! The character in question? None other than Shao Kahn from Mortal Kombat and you decided to accompany him as the antagonist’s wife, Sindel. You both looked incredible. But leading up this moment, things had gotten a little out of control, thanks to your companion over there!..who didn’t seem to be phased at all.

“Aye listen, to be fair, you started it. I just finished it.” Prompting you to smack your lips and cut your eyes at the shirtless male. Who was glistening in the sunlight and not making matters any better. “Whatever, I think you were betting on sum’ shit like that to happen.” “Shit, I ain’t mad that it did and I know you not either.”

but just what was Ony referring to? Well…it all began last night in the hotel room…

flashback

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“Ony! Can you stay still, please? I’m tryna finish this last piece.”

“C’mon, ma. Can’t you do it later on?”

“If it gets any later, imma be sleep so no. You can pause that damn game and wait for me to finish sewing this on.”

it was around eight thirty at night..dark had fallen cast over the skies and faint crackles of thunder resounded throughout the air. Luckily, the two of you were safe from any potential storms in the confines of your spacious hotel room. A luxury, double bed suite at the Best Western; only two blocks away from the convention venue. The last thing either of you wanted to be worried about was having to drive forever to get there and then have no parking or having to wait in a long line. It was a mistake you’d made several times when attending these events alone but Ony wanted his very first time to be absolutely perfect. Not to mention, he didn’t want you having to walk far in your heels. DragonCon was by far one of the largest conventions in the country and people of all kinds came to the illustrious event to have fun, make friends and of course, show off their cosplays. You and Ony had decided on the video game greats, Sindel and Shao Kahn from Mortal Kombat. You had loved Sindel since you first began playing the series and she became your favorite. So a year ago, you decided to craft her iconic purple suit and the staff to go along with it. So you were all set aside. But he wasn’t going to be as easy…because at the moment, while you were trying to put together the final touches on his outfit, he was clicking away at a controller, which made it difficult to get the stitching right. But you knew how it went…when you found yourself gridlocked in an important match or battle and couldn’t stop at the moment.

“Awww, c’mon! You keep blocking, bro. I hate this damn combo—“

it was at that moment when you were bringing the curved needle up through the loin cloth piece and securing the stitch, did he jump and not only cause you to lose balance, but send that needle right through your finger! Poking the index pad and breaking the skin. “OW!” On instinct, you’d jump back and immediately, Ony dropped his controller, finally breaking focus on what he was doing. You were bleeding but nothing too major. Alas though, he felt instantaneously guilty and reached for you. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. Are you alright?” Making an attempt to check on you. The last thing you wanted was for him to feel bad so you’d downplay your pain and try to brush it off. But he was quick to run to the bathroom to grab some paper and bandages to help clean it up. “Here, you sit down..I got you.” You could tell he was remorseful by the way he flew into action but it was just a part of the craft. You’d lost count of how many times you’d singed yourself with a hot glue gun or poked yourself with a needle. Hell, you still had a giant scar on your arm from the time you sliced it, trying to cut material for a prop. It was certainly on the tamer side of the injuries you’d sustained. But just knowing that he was even remotely responsible for your pain, he couldn’t handle that.

“Ony, I’m fine. Really..I’ll just wrap it up later..”

“Nah, I should’ve stopped like you said. That’s my fault.” There was a sudden shift in his tone and you didn’t like it! There was no need for him to feel guilty. But here he was, sitting next to you on the bed as he gently cusped your hand and began first aid. He was a true sweetheart if you’d ever met one. He’d start by wiping it away and cleaning it thoroughly. You told him that a bandaid would only get in the way and keep snagging so you’d just leave it uncovered.

“You good? How you feel?” A question that elicited a laugh from you. You didn’t understand why he was so worked up over something so trivial. “I told you I’m okay. You ain’t got to worry, I’m a big girl. It’s gon’ take more than a lil’ ass needle to break me.” It was then that the two of you found yourselves face to face on the edge of the bed. Everything else had seemed to fall silent or as menial background noise. You noticed that he couldn’t stop staring at you and that he was still clutching your hand. Those deep set eyes of his remained focused on you as he casually slid his thumb across your own. “Yeah..I know. But I just wanna make you straight, that’s all..you know I care about you.” The sentiment sends flutters throughout your stomach. He was so sweet and attentive..it really shocked you that no woman had snatched him up already. He was incredibly handsome, respectful and always kind. You were happy to have someone like him in your life.

“I appreciate that..I’m just happy you decided to come with me. It means a lot. I usually do this by myself so I feel a lot better with you around.”

by now, the mood had shifted from slightly intense to..something far more sensual. Serene and quiet, as if the two of you were lovers confessing your feelings under moonlight. Truth be told, you’d never pictured yourselves as anything other than friends up until that moment. But you were always each other’s ‘person’. Attached and glued at the hip and loving the sense of happiness you brought one another. This peace and safety that came with knowing you could be your authentic selves. Inching closer, Ony would bridge the gap of space between your bodies and place a hand on your thigh. “Well you know I wouldn’t have missed this for anything..getting to be alone with you? It’s the highlight of my year..dressing up and getting to experience my first con with my fine ass girl? I couldn’t ask for better.” You’d feel your skin run hot and pangs shooting off in your stomach as he uttered the words in that deep drawl. You couldn’t believe he was so infatuated with you. Granted, you were beautiful and there wasn’t a time that you doubted yourself but he was unreal. Those pearly white teeth, that gorgeous dark skin, chiseled physique and that height..he nearly drove you insane when you were measuring him for all the pieces and you caught a glimpse of that v-line! Right now, your minds were on a one track path and there was no chance of it derailing.

“..Ony..”

because of this, neither of you could fight your urges a second longer and he’d pose a question you’d been dying to hear. “..Can I kiss you? Lemme thank you for helping me..” and without hesitation.. “I think you know the answer.” ..you gave him the green light. In a matter of moments, he’d curl a finger underneath your chin before pulling your face closer and pressing your mouths together. His soft lips collided with your own and eventually, you’d begin to make out. Shoving your tongues around inside of each other’s jaws. Your palm would creep up to cup his face and you’d find yourselves locked in a heated moment of passion. You found yourselves tangled up; hands colliding and caressing the opposite frame and by the time you came up for air, yours were roaming underneath his tank top and his were all up your slightly parted thighs.

“Here..sit on my lap.” Commanding with such suaveness, you couldn���t move fast enough as those perfectly manicured fingers waved you towards him. Ony would chew at his lower lip after licking; his signature mannerism when he was feeling a bit aroused by you. He’d done it so many times, that he had to quell it and be on his best behavior. But now, he couldn’t be too vexed to do so. He wanted you and you’d realize just how much before the night was over. You’d follow his command, propping yourself on his muscular thigh. It was decorated by a single tattoo of Shenron from Dragon Ball Z, surrounded by the eight balls. It was such beautiful work but if Ony could be rather frank…he wanted nothing more than to have you grinding yourself on it or watch that ass clap against it! A depraved thought but a real one nonetheless.

“I think you deserve a break, baby..been working so hard tryna’ get me right…lemme take care of you for a lil’ bit.” It was once you were stationed on his lap with those legs slightly parted, did he resume those sloppy yet gentle pecks. Intermittently shoving his tongue into your mouth. He’d slowly trail those fingertips across your covered skin; still sheathed by those tights underneath your skirt that you’d worn at dinner. Rips had plagued the inner corners as they’d always done…it was nearly impossible for you to keep those or a pair of fishnets with how thick your flesh was. That didn’t seem to bother him at all though. To Ony, it was the most attractive shit a woman could have. He loved how soft and supple your skin was..always scented with cocoa butter and that sweet perfume he loved so much. He loved how your features just made everything you wore, cosplay or otherwise..look so accentuated. He couldn’t get enough. Meanwhile, those nimble digits worked their way up your skirt and stopped just a centimeter short of your aching center. Unbeknownst to him, this was the first time you’d been so close to a man and in such an intimate setting. But make no mistake, you weren’t scared. In fact, you invited the idea of having him be the first one to ‘deflower’ you.

“You gon’ let me do that, baby?..Can I play with this pretty pussy?..”

the lewd question sending pangs throughout the pit of your belly. You didn’t even hesitate to provide him an answer and before you knew it, he was ripping out the seat of those tights and peeling your panties back. As he suspected, you were dripping. He just knew you’d be some pressure but this was his first bit of confirmation. As you sat idly on his lap, Ony began to toy around with your cunt. Brushing ever so slightly over that clit and running his finger pads along your folds and lips..it was so sticky and he was certain that it tasted even better. A theory he’d put to the test soon enough. However, at the moment, he just wanted to get you stimulated. He wanted to see those cute little reactions when he rubbed on your aching bud and teased it over your hole. Your arm clenched around the back of his neck as you held on for leverage. You’d watch his every move. Following his pace step for step and it was agonizing to see him going so slowly. You needed him to do his worst already!

“Mmm…I knew this shit was gon’ be wet but damn..look at my fingers already and I ain’t even stuck ‘em in..”

referring to the copious amounts of slick coating the tips as he swiped up and down. Over the sound of the crisp air blowing from the vents, he could hear your stirred up secretions, only growing by the minute. And of course, those cute little moans escaping your throat. “Ony…fuck.” “Oh you like that, huh? Like when I play in this pretty hole, don’t you, mama?” All but rhetorically questioning when he finally decided to plunge his middle and index inside simultaneously; nearly making you come undone right there. You couldn’t even elicit a response until he gained a rhythm and slowly worked you over. A single strand of drool seeped from your lips as he gently thrusted those digits back and forth. He could sense just how tight you were from his digits alone. The anticipation to be inside of you was growing stronger. But for now, he’d hide his time and focus solely on your pleasure. Those gentle brown eyes were fluttering and had even rolled back whilst you rolled your hips in a circular motion to meet his movements while incoherent babble left your mouth. But that wouldn’t suffice..he needed to hear you say it.

“Unt uh..use your words, baby. I need to know I’m making you feel good..” and alas, he’d get his answer when he sped up his pace and clutched a hand around your throat. Squeezing ever so slightly to garner his desired reaction. Ony wouldn’t consider himself to be super dominant by any means but he loved taking control to show his girl she had nothing to worry about.

“Y-yeah, daddy. It feels so fucking good.” The name slipping out casually as you pounced up and down on those two fingers. You’d felt a slight tinge of embarrassment but Ony on the other hand? Felt empowered. He never really cared for the term but hearing you utter it with those mellifluous moans, he was reconsidering! In fact, he needed to hear it again. “That’s my good girl…here, lemme take this off too.” Referencing your tube top that had been housing those ample breasts and concealed under your sweater at the restaurant. For now though, he wanted to see his gifts unwrapped. “Fuck..these big ass titties so pretty, baby. I love the way they sit up..”

it was then that he’d bury his face between them and alternate between each one’s nipple while his fingers remained nestled inside of that warmth. They’d slowly work around, twisting until they prodded your g-spot and his tongue swirled those brown buds, lapping and licking. A combination of the stimulating movements had caused you to make quite the mess of his leg with creamy juices spilling forth. You were squirming, becoming restless and in need of an orgasm already. But Ony was enjoying this far more than he should and couldn’t be vexed to stop right now.

“You so fucking pretty, baby. I swear I be so happy when you’re around..”

doting on you constantly whilst working over your sweet spot. He could tell just how excited you had become, just by the way you writhed and squealed as well. In truth, you’d never been in a situation quite like this one. You look so salacious yet so innocent and it wasn’t something that was lost on Ony. In fact, he wanted to further exploit it..

“Open that mouth..” the command followed by you promptly obeying and him gliding those same digits that were just inside of you onto your tongue. It was such a cute sight..watching you suckle on his fingers with those brown doe eyes fixated on him. This was something that he could never grow tired of..reducing his pretty little best friend to his adorable slut! You’d whimper heavily around those digits, moaning and still rutting yourself against his exposed upper thigh. Meanwhile, he was pushing those digits in and out, even getting you to gag and drool a bit from the movements. “Fuck…there you go. Suck them fingers, baby. Taste that pretty pussy f’r me. Yeah, you know your shit good. Fine ass..” which prompted you to giggle. It wasn’t a compliment you received often and honestly, you never doubted that you were beautiful but it was something about him affirming you that made your heart flutter. Suddenly, his low drawl ascended a half a pitch higher when you’d snake your smaller hand into his shorts. You’d continue to be pacified on his fingers whilst jerking him off. You were inconsolable and when you noticed that very visible tent in his bottoms, you had to move.

“Oh my gosh—shit…keep playing wit’ it, just like that…stroke that fucking dick..” growling as he forced his digits a little more down your throat; depressing your tongue along the way and causing you to keep emitting drool. Which served as the perfect lubricant to his already leaking cock. “Mmmm…Ony. Need you to fuck me..” “..you want this dick, baby?” Neither of you could take much more of this teasing and when he’d utter the fateful question, asking if you wanted to go further, you didn’t even hesitate. Despite never being intimate with a man prior. Your only partners were women or your lovely assortment of toys that you’d stashed away in your dresser. Honestly, with your arsenal..you saw little to no need to even entertain these dudes. Any feeling or sensation they could bring forth, your Rose Toy and Bad Dragon could replicate times ten! However, it was something about Ony and the way he made you feel. Not just in an erotic sense, but an emotional one as well. You felt so safe and comfortable in his presence, that it only felt natural to submit. He brought forth your feminine energy and allowed you to thrive in it.

“Here, lay down f’r me, mama. Just like that..and keep them legs spread.”

upon giving you instructions, he’d long since removed you from his lap and allowed you lie flat against the mattress; just awaiting his next move. Your tits were still sitting up, spilled out of the tube top, shuffled around your belly..and those sheer fishnets were as good as torn. It was such a sexy view, that Ony didn’t even want to undress you. However, he stripped all of his clothing down and immediately joined you back on the bed. He’d hover above you with his shaft in hand, stroking slowly. The expression on your face told it all…and he couldn’t help but to laugh. “What’s wrong, baby? You look nervous.” To which all you could do was swallow the lump in your throat. Granted, you didn’t know what an actual human’s length was supposed to look like but from the girth of his and how nearly reached the end of his thigh, nervous was an understatement. What if you couldn’t handle it? What if you embarrassed yourself?!..

“Well don’t be..you know imma take my time witchu’..I been waiting on this a long time.” Whispering to you as he leaned down and met your gaze with warm eyes and gentle smile. Brushing your cheek with that cock still in his opposite palm, he’d place small kisses atop your forehead and eventually your lips. “You just tell me what I need to do..this is yours now. I wanna make you feel good..” but it was a given, blatantly obvious even at this point. You needed every last part and inch of him..with your reassurance, he asked once more if it were okay to keep going and you’d grant him permission with a palm of your own to the side of his face..whispering to him to put it inside of you. Cooing with sweet nothings and whiny breaths, (y/n) begged Ony to fulfill your wish and it wasn’t long before your eyes went wide and your face went flush..

“Oh God—“ “Fuck…”

in that moment, the sounds of squelching flesh, along with breathy gasps emitted into the room. The two of you clashed and joined as one, right there on the crisp sheets of that king bed. The first few inches of his cock embedded deep between your warm, massaging walls and it was a sensation that could only be described as euphoric. Your legs instinctively coiled his waist, your hands to the sides of his head and his arms on either side of your body. Lying there, awaiting his next move. But alas, he had to regain his composure. Out of fear of sounding a bit too egregious, he’d keep his thoughts to himself but you were most certainly the best pussy he’d ever felt and he hadn’t even made his first thrust! Even so, Ony released a deep grunt and focused his attention back to your pretty face. “You good, baby?..Can I start moving?” This question required a bit more consideration, as you need time to adjust. That initial feeling brought forth a pleasurable yet slightly painful feeling..you didn’t make it a point to disclose to him that you were technically a ‘virgin’..but seeing as how it wasn’t the very first time you’d felt penetration, you didn’t feel it important. Besides, at that very moment. None of the proverbial details really made a difference. All that mattered was that the two of you were comfortably, willing and all ready to take this next step. And after a moment of quick breaths and whimpers, you’d instruct him to keep moving. In which he’d make one full thrust in and out..

“Agghhh…fuck..there we go, baby. In and out..” eventually, you’d fall into a rhythm of kisses that mimicked his thrusts..each one slower than the last but full nonetheless. This was so you could get acclimated with the shape and size of his member. It was a bit much and by the expression on your face, Ony knew he couldn’t start out drilling your shit!..as badly as he wanted to..

“Yeah..you takin’ my dick so good, baby..you feel so warm..” doting on you whilst your tongues swished around one another’s mouths. Sloppy, wet and steamy; an ideal combination. Coupled with that of the slow, deep thrusts in and out of your tight cunt. One thing that you loved about him was that he wasn’t afraid to be vocal. He didn’t shy from the fact that he was feeling good and wanted everyone to know. “Mmmm…Onyyyy…” “I know, mama. I know..” it went without saying, you were certainly enjoying this and he’d do everything he could to make the situation the best he could. Keeping you reigned in close to his chest, Ony persisted with his thrusts, trying to slowly get you to conform to his shape and so far, it was working.

“There you go, baby. Open that shit up..lemme have it.” Soon, the sounds of thumping and smacking began to fill the atmosphere and you’d feel those strokes become a little faster. It was then that you’d feel the swollen tip of that girthy cock not only stretching you out but precisely hitting your spot as well. Once he knew this was your sought after core, he’d hone in on it and pound away with precise thrusts; even rolling his hips and reaching a hand down to massage your clit. You’d have a moment where you’d falter and that, along with those beautiful eyes rolled back. “Fuck!..f-fuck..yes!” However, he thrived off the satisfaction of seeing your expressions and how they shifted, the deeper he got.

“Unt uh..eyes up here. Lemme see that pretty face while I fuck you..gimme that pussy, baby. Yes..”

You found his commands so sexy and soothing. His voice was soft yet stern and you felt comforted by his tone. It was no wonder that you’d become nearly entranced by him. The smacking sounds only grew louder and that was thanks to the fact that you were a dripping puddle between your thighs. Pearly white secretions leaking everywhere, even coating his shaft entirely and making quite the mess. In one fell swoop, Ony shifted from cradling you to his own body, to pinning your legs to the mattress and spreading you wide open. From this angle, he’d have an ideal view of those voluptuous tits bouncing each time he thrusted. Or just how that plump cunt looked swallowing his cock.

“Oooh..you creaming all over my dick, baby…shit’s so fucking sexy. You like the way this shit feels?” “Y-yes, daddy. Thank you, thank you!—“ declaring so with his thumb pad rolling on your clit and a long trail of saliva coating your lips. He didn’t relent, even when you’d squeeze down on him. It was every bit of eight inches and you’d nearly taken all of it at this point..you couldn’t believe it. “I just knew your shit was good..knew this pussy was the best just by looking at you.”

which made the both of you break into a slight giggle. But you certainly had help getting to this point. This was a newfound sensation and your body was reacting accordingly.

“You bring it out of me..fucking me like this—“ the incoherent babble was followed by something that would only further prove his point. When he’d keep gliding back and forth, speeding up his movements..that’s when it happened…

“Oh shit!—“ “AHH!! FUCK!…” as you’d whimper and cry out, even pawing at his abs as those streams of juices began to spill out and hit not only the linen underneath but his torso as well. Marking his decadent skin with splashes of your liquid. He’d never seen and you’d never experienced anything like it!

“..look at you squirting on that dick, baby...” although you were beginning to feel depleted, your body craved more of him. You wanted to keep going until either of you could move another inch. A wish that would soon come to fruition when you felt Ony’s thrusts become a bit more sporadic and off rhythm. He’d begin to falter, falling prey to your sex. Admittedly, it’d been ages since he’d had sex or a proper orgasm to boot but you were on a whole other playing field! The plush of those thighs, the ripple of that pudgy tummy and big tits, not to mention, the warmth of your wet hole…it was simply too much for him to fathom!

“Onyyyy!..” the louder you cried out, clawing into his skin; albeit his back or his abdomen, the more motivated he became to give you the most pleasure he could possibly help you attain. Even so, he’d make certain of your well-being all throughout. Asking if you were okay to keep moving..not doing so without explicit instructions and checking constantly to see if your expressions matched your sounds. He only wanted tears brought forth from joy and ecstasy, not pain. But the smile plastered on your face was pretty indicative of how good you felt! “Haaa..yeah, baby. I’m right here—tell me what you need…”

clinging to the last semblance of dominance he could muster, Ony slowed his pace down back to the original and held you close once more. He needed it..not just your body, but you in your entirety. He needed to hear you say that he was the one that you desired…that he could officially be your special person and never let you go for as long as he lived. It was all he had wanted, since the day he first cast eyes on you. When he first saw you in those shirts and sweats with his favorite series on it and when he first saw you in those cosplays. It was a moment that he not only wanted to remember but keep reliving. He wanted what the two of you had to last for an eternity…“..I love you....” the words sending your heart fluttering like butterflies in a garden. It was all you had been waiting to hear come from his mouth. Ony thought he’d never truly be able to utter the phrase and it has substantial weight behind it but now, he’d found his one and only who made the words come to life.

“I love you too, Ony…” so with a gentle stroke of your fingers to the side of his face, right there in that hotel room…the two of you consummated what had long since been established. The feelings of adoration for one another that could not be contained. It wasn’t long before either of you would reach your peak and before long, he was heaving and holding onto you with the last remnants of his strength.

“..come. Come for me, Ony…come in me..”

With that, you’d answer his earlier question and he’d have no problem fulfilling your request! He’d spotted you taking your birth control pills once you returned from dinner so any qualms he had dissipated. “I’m coming!…imma nut—“ veins bulge from his forehead and hands as he continues rutting into you. Ony’s fingertips grasped the headboard behind you and would serve as his balance as every ounce of his warm seed began to trickle into your inviting womb..you’d both reach that climatic peak together and following your stream of sexual secretions, was a trail of joyous tears shrouding your faces. Heavy gasps and breathless whimpers escaped your throats before you collapsed into one another’s arms. Once you were both back in the realm of reality, lying underneath him, (y/n) didn’t waste another moment before pulling him into a searing, passionate kiss. One that neither of you wanted to break.

but alas, your gazes would meet and you’d break into a fit of light chuckles.

“How you feel? You good?”

“Oh I’m just fine…are you good?”

poking fun at one another’s reactions in that final moment of ecstasy. But you were both feeling quite well after that. And you wanted nothing more than to keep reveling in it but tomorrow the big day awaited and you both needed rest…

“I’m straight…I mean, shit…you put it on me for real..where you learn to do them lil’ tricks at?” Referring to your earlier display of waterworks but you’d have to tease him once. “A lady never reveals her secrets..” you’d tease back, pursing a finger to his lips before he’d slowly began to pull out, dragging a string of pearlescent cum along with him and splattering a bit on your tummy on the way out. “Besides, I gotta finish your outfit before I fall asleep—“ “Unt uh…you ain’t getting up until you drink sum’ and wipe off. I can get you some snacks from downstairs too.” That’s when he’d roll over and crawl out of the bed, going over to the bathroom to retrieve a warm washcloth and some water from the mini fridge adjacent to the foot of the mattress. He wasn’t going to let you up until he made certain you could handle it. That was Ony’s overprotective nature for you. But it came from nothing but the purest intentions.

“That is not necessary. I’ll be fine.” “Yeah, but you my girl…and imma always take care of you. So hush.” Kissing your forehead ever so gently before sitting at your side and running that rag over your skin. It felt quite nice and you were glad he made you rest for a moment because your body had been through a foreign experience and he made every single second of it magical…you knew that you wanted to create more memories like this with him for as long as possible. Albeit a convention, a date or even kicking it at his place as you watched him play video games. You just wanted to remain in his presence and remain his girl forever.

“Aye, you gone let me sleep in the wet spot?..I wanna stay cool tonight.”

“..Ony, get away from me, please.”

even if he did work the last good nerve you had sometimes!

[henneseyhoe]

Lights, Camera, Action.

Terry Richmond x BLACK!FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: light smacking, fingering, brief PinV, unprotected (wrap it uhp!), daddy kink, sir kink, squirting, head (m receiving), Pornstar!Terry, dirty talk, slightly unedited, short. i think das it.

SUMMARY: The camera loooves you, and Terry gets all your good sides.

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If it wasn’t for the cameras, she probably would have fell in love with the man.

“Look real pretty for the cameras, baby. They ain’t watching for nothing” He whispered into her ear softly while pushing into her. The mic most likely didn’t catch it, but she caught all of it. Every dirty, nasty thing he spoke into her ear, guiding her with how to look, what to do, how to feel. He did it so well she almost forgot this was just work, he made her feel like a rookie in just this thirty minutes of filming.

She turned her head to the professional camera pointed at her face, her moans only heightening as he folded her legs closer to the beds sheets, her heels pointed to the ceiling and toes curling when he bottomed out. “Now smile. Show them how much you love getting fucked like a complete slut.”

Fuck…

Sweat dripped down the back of her neck as she stared into the camera lens, the reflection of her looking back and showing how much of a complete mess she was, most of her lipstick smudged across her lips. He wouldn’t even allow her to wipe her face. The messier, the better, he said.

“You gonna cum on daddies dick?”

“Y-yes!”

“Yes what?” His hips pressed against hers, skin flushed against each other as he well groomed pubic area met her clit.

“Yes, Sir!”

He had gotten so deep that she could feel every twitch from him inside of her stomach, the movement teetering her off the edge of her orgasm just a little more than before. He wasn’t far behind either. With every clench, he prepared himself mentally for having to do another take because he came too early, leaving the director to instruct him to get himself up again after the overstimulation period had subsided.

“Cut!”

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“Such a good girl. You can take it just a little deeper”

Terry held the back of her head with a steady hand, sure to push her head back down whenever he felt her attempting to come up for air. She heard the cue from behind the camera to give them a good shot, making her open her eyes and look for the recording lens.

A camera snapped pictures, close ups of her mouth wrapped around his thick dick, her pussy dripping with arousal, and her erect clit peaking from underneath her clitoral hood kept to be stored in a harddrive later and uploaded to a dirty site with premium content.

The flash showed all of the glistening sweat on her body and the outline of his dick deep down her throat. It was hard for her to even lift her head with more than enough inches down her throat and him standing above her wasn’t helping. The constant sensation to gag poked at her reflexes until she couldn’t refuse anymore.

Popping off of him with a gasp, spit fell from her chin and onto the hardwood floor that had her wishing she put a pillow down for her knees. He chuckles darkly, pleased with her attempt to keep all of him down.

“That’s a good fuckin’ girl. Using that mouth for something so much better than running it. Fuck, you look so pretty like this” He praised as his hand lightly taps on her wet cheek, smudging the blush she applied earlier.

He wanted so badly to just shove his fingers down her throat and make her gag again, but they had already gone off script enough for that day. He’d just have to get her number for a more private session.

“Good girls get prizes, don’t they?”

“Yes, Sir” She nods.

“You wanna cum don’t you?”

“Yes, please”

Without another question, he lifts her by the waist and effortlessly tosses her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, the heels she wore clicking together as she settled across his broad shoulder.

With him now sat on a couch, she bent over his knee like he told her to and lifts her own skirt while Terry gestures the camera towards him.

“Look at that…” He slides his fingers between her lips and spreads them for the camera to see, her clit jumping at the feeling.

“Wet ass pussy” A loud smack sounded off in the room, her back arching in before quickly regaining its original form before she earned herself a harder smack.

Her ass bounced back like waves against his hand, one of them squishing her cheeks as his other hand slide further between her legs, the pads of his fingers teasing at her clit before he sunk two fingers into her.

Off bat, he started with no easy pace, his fingers curling up to her gspot as a long string of moans left her pretty little mouth. The moans were broken up into sections, sounding as if someone was shaking her by the shoulders; it was really just the effect of his wrist colliding with her ass.

“Wanna cum- Can I please?” She whined helplessly, trying so hard not to let her thighs close of him or for her to roll right off of his lap. She couldn’t even begin care about the cameras anymore.

“Wet it up, baby” He demanded a response from her body as his fingers pressed up against her favorite spot, wiggling until she clenched so hard he no longer had room to move. Her legs shook violently and her thighs finally locked together, gushing of her wetness soaking his entire lap and the couch.

“Uh-huh, look at you still following orders” He smirked and pried her thighs apart again, laying smacks on her clip to beckon a stronger orgasm to her, which she got. As his hand made contact, water splashed up from her middle.

“Look at that mess you made, baby”

Her upper body slumped down onto the couches cushions. He was proud of his work, fixing her up to sit properly in his lap after pulling his fingers out of her and bringing them to her lips.

“Now open, look into the camera, and clean me up”

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💌-IM BACK 😜 this was originally supposed to be for lewis but fuck it we ball am i right????

[grenadehearts]

Jjk smau request for the plus size girlies where they just talk about how much they love our thighs? 🤭

JJK BOYS react to you feeling insecure over your thighs.

in which they yap about how much they adore your thighs..

authors note: i rly hope i did ur request right?? anyways this is my first jjk smau, and i alr suckkkk at smau's so bare w me.. also i did not know how to go abt writing nanami like at all. content suggestive! m.list includes s!gojo, s!geto, y!itadori, m!fushiguro, k!nanami.

p.s i spelled megumi's last name wrong in yuji's so ignore that pls. also it was not letting me lay the texts out how i wanted at all?? so its like one long list lmao.

[mayakern]

just showing off some shirts on me and my wife 🤭

[crashingcryptid]

Dirty mind, filthy mouth

Graves is a nasty, dirty man, and his new favorite bartender is learning just how much he'll run his mouth until he gets what he wants. It's just a blurb, not a full story :]

@lay-z I couldn't stop giggling as I thought about this, I hope you like it! Theres no real smut in this, just bad flirting.

"100 bucks if you let me eat it, doll."

That was the line that got your attention, almost dropping the glass you were setting in front of him. Graves was a newer patron of the bar, and he was there almost every single evening for wings and beers.

And almost every single night, he would use that slick southern drawl to make you blush to get you to come home with him. Some good, some bad, some downright romcom levels of cheesy, but none of them made your jaw drop like this one.

"What?" A laugh you weren't expecting bubbled up from you, and you quickly try to bite it down. Do not encourage him. He'll only get worse.

"You heard me." Graves hums as he leans up further on the bar and smirks at you, raising an eyebrow. "Come on, doll. You know if I took you home, I'd treat you real nice." He continues and slides over his card to pay his tab.

"I do not go home with customers. Especially not regulars." You say firmly as you take the card and swipe it through the machine. "But I will give you points for creativity." Setting the card back on the counter, he grabs your arm.

It's not hard or demanding. If you wanted to pull your arm away, you could, but you didn't, just looking at him with a raised eyebrow. He at least looks a little bashful at that but flashes you that damn smirk again.

"How about 200 dollars?"

[softestjilly]

our love story. 💍🩷🌈✨

fat people get engaged.

fat people get married.

fat people are loved, desired, needed, and wanted.

[letsyapthenightaway]

thinking ab to nico hischier and his love for big girls... wdyt ab him and plus size reader ? 👀

Nico Hischier x PlusSize!Reader

Nico gives me munch vibes...I said what I said but I won't elaborate. I get nervous to talk nsfw about real people but idk this man kinda gives me that he likes to smother himself.

Nico is a hidden PDA lover. Like he looks all cute and shy but this man is clingy. I see Nico and I think of a bear and that quickly makes me think he's warm and cuddly.

So I can see him always on you even before dating. Arm around your shoulder, waist, or holding your hand. He wraps himself around you a lot his chin is usually on your shoulder in some way. You won't go cold around this guy.

Man is a big worshiper. Again! Even before dating his eyes held hearts for you! All the boys saw it, how their captain literally stumbled and fumbled for the attention of his so-called friend.

I feel like he's a big "Sit on my lap" guy. He'd so proudly have you sit on his lap and his hand is on your hip. He grabs and runs his fingers on your love handles. It's so casual to him and don't tell him you're too heavy. Literally would tense up and give you those eyes he does, "I'm strong" yet so understanding about why you are scared.

Tight grip on you at all times. Especially during intimate moments, his hands are literally marked on you. He's soft but like that he can be a little rough with you.

I can see a playful Nico making you part of his gym routine. Like your his girl he should be able to hold you and do a couple squats. He'd definitely be someone to add a couple more weights into his routine because he wants to be secure of his strength for you.

Calm but protective. Everyone knows that you're his girl before it's official. It's those little actions I mentioned before that give it away. If he's out with you he knows you can defend yourself but he's a couple steps behind just in case.

If someone even tries to chirp on you hell breaks loose. I can see him trying to ignore it but then snapping. Getting into a bad fight on the ice all because someone said something about you. He'd ask if you're okay even though you have no idea what the other player said about you.

Dare I say that out of all the players I write for I think he is on the top of my list as a grabber? Idk.

[pinkgirlgems]

what my dream closet entails 🎀✨

[lyiswriting]

OC!Stalker!Landon x Plus size!Reader

More Landon

Landon has readers name tattooed on his vline.

I sat at the tattoo parlor, I couldn't believe I was doing this. I needed this, I needed her on my skin in any way I could. Getting her name didn't hurt, I barely even flinched. Girlfriend? The tattoo artist asks with a smirk. Wife, I take a deep breath as he finishes writing her name. I hated how hard it made me, she did this to me. I branded myself with her name, in her favorite color, and close to my cock that was straining against my jeans.

I needed to get home, I needed to get off. But like clock work there she is getting on the subway. She gives me her usual shy smile as she stands next to me. She's so pretty, she smells so good, and she's so close! I used to hate when the subway got packed but now I wait for it. She doesn't even know me but she has enough trust from seeing me so many times to lean closer to me. God I wish I could just press myself against her, grab her plush hips. Make her feel what the simple touch of her name did to me.

Her smile and small wave as she walks off the subway. I have to grip the pole tightly to not follow her home. I huff as I watch her walk away in that cute work outfit of hers. Maybe just for tonight I can follow her? But just then the subway doors close in my face.

The moment I get to my apartment I'm rushing to my computer room. Rushing to change into some sweats and taking a picture of the tattoo. I need her to see it, girls like that. She likes that, the not too blunt pictures, she doesn't want to see my dick just yet. I spent way too much time choosing a picture, it all needed to be perfect. I sent it to her, got your name where it belongs. I quickly log into my computers, I wait for her reaction. I can't help but palm myself as I eagerly watch her through the cameras.

[rolledincense]

Balloon Art by V. Marie

[letsyapthenightaway]

Sunshine Beauty ☀️

Luke Hughes x PlusSize!Reader

When Luke invited you to come on the boat with his brothers and a couple of friends you quickly started overthinking. You knew Luke knew you were a bigger girl. He never failed to show you how pretty he thought you were. Holding you close, kissing your cheek, and he says it more times you can count. All that and you two aren't even dating yet! That only made you more nervous because what is after today someone talked him out of being interested!?

You try to shake it off as you get closer to the dock. A T-shirt and shorts over your bathing suit as you carried a cooler with drinks. Requested by Luke himself because "you always have the best drinks" once you get closer a bunch of grown men yell your name out multiple times like toddlers. Some start rushing towards you and you of course recognize them as you watch Jack playfully push Luke to get to you first.

"No fair you cheated!" Luke exclaims as just hugs you. "Maybe you should've just gotten to her quicker" Jack laughs and grabs the cooler from your hands. Just as Luke is about to whine again you interrupt him "Boys behave" you laugh, joining in on the playful banter. "I invited you, I should get to hug you first" Luke says as he pulls you into his arms. Luke's hugs always lasted longer, you never questioned why.

"can the three of you get on so we can leave?" Quinn calls out but Luke doesn't let go. He keeps an arm around you as you walk towards the boat and he helps you get on. You say hi to everyone and Luke's just a couple steps away. As Quinn is about to set off you sit next to Luke. Maybe you weren't just nervous about being in a bathing suit... Just as the boat starts moving you tightly grab onto Luke's shirt. He looks down at you and chuckles "Scared?" He pulls you in closer, "no!" You lie through your teeth as you hold onto him tight.

"yeah, okay" he smiles and shakes his head. That's a thing about Luke he won't question you about things like this. If it was Jack the whole boat would've known and 10 jokes would've been cracked by now. After a while of just talking and laughing Jack calls out to you. "Y/N! Get in the water with me!" You sigh, "Jack you know I can't swim" but he keeps whining. Finally you stand up but Luke grabs your wrist. "You know you don't have to" he's worried, he trusted Jack but he didn't want to put you in an uncomfortable situation. "It's fine" you say as you nervously take off your clothes. You can feel his eyes on you but once you are finished and look up at Jack he's already off with someone else.

You laugh and turn to Luke "well Jack is gone" but Luke doesn't answer. He stares at you for a good minute before pulling you over and grabbing the plush of your hip. "You're really pretty" he mumbles as he pulls you onto his lap. You quickly try to squirm off "Luke" he stops quickly and lets you get up again "I'm sorry am I making you uncomfortable?" His face shows that he's nervous, he'd never want to put you in that situation. "No! Um no it's not that...it's just I'm heavy and-" he shakes his head "so me touching and pulling you in doesn't make you uncomfortable?" once you shake your head and he's pulling you in again.

"Luke!" This time you can't help but giggle. "That's cute, you're cute." His hands stay on your hips as he looks at your face. "I think you look really pretty in this... I think you look pretty all the time" he shrugs and does his lopsided smile. "Luke you say that all the time" you can't help but smile softly. "But apparently it never gets through to you. I think you're gorgeous... I want you" he taps your hip and pulls you closer. "I love every curve, I love having you close, and I love everything about you." He sighs and leans in "have I not made that clear? Im getting desperate here Y/N"

You look at him, you're not shocked about the confession. You knew how you both acted around each other. Yet you still felt shocked as he continues to lean in. "Please, Y/n" Luke says softly "I like you too, Luke" that's all it took before he is pulling you in and kissing you. Once you pull away he's looking at you with a smile, he looks like the word love shot him. "I really do think you're everything" he pecks your lips one more time as he kneads the plush on your hip.

Bonus:

"You know he was actually desperate" Jack says as he floats by. Luke's holding you as he helps you keep steady in the water. "Jack" Luke warns with a playful glare as you laugh. "What? I'm not lying!" Jack calmly floats away as he sips his drink.

[cerudinaeart]

Woke up to wonderful news!

Thr plus size mod I was given early access to by my friend Mango is finally released on Nexus! It's what I've used to create Sohla in game!

https://www.nexusmods.com/baldursgate3/mods/8843

My first in game version (before mods) of Sohla is on the cover!

Go make beautiful plus size tavs and durges and share them with meeeeee

[theeedarlingflame]

shigaraki x chubby reader !!!（＾ω＾）

he’s been through a lot. the world is harsh and cold, but you—you are soft. you are warm and pliable in his hands. in his arms, you are his. in a world that has taken so much from him, a world in which he wants to crumble to dust, he wants you whole. he wants you forever.

at first, he pushes you away. he’s harsh to you—you’re some NPC toga picked off the street, after all. he doesn’t have to kind to you. he doesn’t care for you.

you pull your weight. you clean and cook for the league, you joke with them. you’re too nice to be a part of this group of people, the people society rejected and casted aside, he thinks. you’re far too soft-hearted. you give in to toga’s sweet tooth half the time, you insist on making tea for kurogi and inguchi to help them relax, just to name a couple examples; you fuss over everyone and you care for them, too much. if that wasn’t enough, you were overly physically affectionate too. once you noticed the league members were fine with your hugs, a dam broke open and you give everyone hugs as often as they’d let you. it took them some getting used to, but they’re fine with it. (dabi receives his hugs in secret.) toga especially loves your hugs—she’s taken to calling you YN-nee.

he bares his claws when you try to do the same care and fuss for him, over him. he doesn’t need you or your softness or your care. he’ll eat your meals, but he won’t thank you. he doesn’t need your warmth, your kindness, your patience.

however, he does want it. he craves it, even if he can’t admit it to himself. (when was the last time anyone had ever treated him with tenderness…?)

after a nightmare that leaves him feeling like the bruised little boy who would sit outside with no one but mon to keep him company, he’s jerky and sensitive and shaken when he steps out of his room. he’s too out of it to really question why you’re out here, in the living room, wide awake with the television on, looking exhausted as he feels. shigaraki is tense, visibly so. whatever exhaustion you feel is replaced with worry. you stand. “hey, are you okay? what’s wrong?” you ask, voice quiet and concerned.

you take a step closer, eyes glimmering with an emotion he doesn’t know how to name. he isn’t sure he’s ever seen it directed toward him. he doesn’t know. right now, he is vulnerable and raw and—

“shigaraki,” you mumble. you hesitate and reach a hand out to him, as if to provide comfort. you know how he’s reacted to you before and you’ve never seen him like this, so you’re prepared for him to snap at you. who knows, maybe he’ll actually decay you, this time, in this state of his that you’re sure no one else has seen. the leagues has teased you for being too soft. maybe they are right. because…even if shigaraki may decay you right this moment, even if he hates you, you don’t want to leave him alone. his red eyes are wide and frightened, a bit glossy. he just—he looks so sad, so lost, so small. you want to help him. even if he kills you, you want to make sure he’s okay, first.

and—

his hand shoots out, curls around your wrist too firmly, on the edge of hurting. quickly, before you can blink, shigaraki is the one who yanks you to him and hugs you, body stiff, grip tight.

you freeze with shock, eyes wide. shigaraki is hugging you. you didn’t think this would ever happen. wow, is all you can think. wow. you blink and quickly tell yourself to be more surprised, later, because shigaraki needs you now.

so you wrap your arms around him, returning the embrace. your pudgy, soft body presses into him, squishy and warm. you rub your hand over his hand in circles, slow and careful. his breathing is still a bit uneven, shaky. you’re not sure what happened, really, that could get someone like shigaraki so…well, anxious. you know everyone in the league has demons that plague them, you just…you just didn’t think shigaraki’s demons made his heart and soul ache to this extent. he can bury it far, far under anger, hatred, resentment, and the desire to destroy the world, but…

deep down, he wants to be loved as much as anyone else. he wants acceptance. in his core, he’s just a little boy who wants unconditional affection. love. attention. (you think of a show you watched a while back—the good place. a particular quote has buried its way into your mind that’s guided your behavior with the league—they’re your family and friends, you can’t help it, you would’ve acted the same regardless—people improve when they get external love and support. how can we hold it against them when they don’t?)

“it’s okay, it’s alright,” you whisper softly. “i’m here, shigaraki. i’m here for you.”

after that, it’s like a switch flipped. he comes back to himself and he’s too embarrassed to look you in the eye. he avoids you for a few days, snatching his meals off the table and eating in his room. however…you finally get him alone and you silently offer him a hug in private and…there’s no judgement in your eyes as your arms are in the air. no sympathy or pity in your gaze. he should tell you to fuck off. he should decay you, even.

instead, he slowly opens his arms, and begrudgingly steps forward twice. he’s too prideful to be the one that hugs you, even if you’re the only ones in the room. last time, he was too vulnerable and initiated the hug. it’s only fair you do it this time.

and you do. you step forward and hug him. you squeeze him with your arms gently and firmly, your body flesh with his. he hates how he wraps his arms around you and finds that his comrades weren’t bluffing when they talked about how great a hugger you are. something inside of him unravels at your embrace. when was the last time someone held him like this?

from that day on, he indulges in your physical affection akin to a sponge with water. shigaraki finds that he can’t help it. he’s a dehydrated man in a desert and your touch is his salvation. he doesn’t like sharing you, but he’s secure in the comfort that he’s the only one who gets to cuddle with you in your flimsy pajamas. he doesn’t know if there’s a name for what you and him have. he doesn’t care, either.

as long as he has you, nothing else matters. you’ll be his undoing and he doesn’t mind it. not when it’s you. never when it’s you.

[lyiswriting]

Plus size!reader x Stalker!OC

Past mention

Things about Landon!

I kinda want Landon to be like a Punk/Jock. Idk I'm figuring it out

How I'm thinking they met

Met the reader in the subway. It was a rush hour and the train was packed and she was standing in front of him. He didn't pay attention at first just scrolling on his phone. Until he looked up and they accidentally made eye contact. He fell so quickly, he couldn't stop looking at her as she squirmed. His gaze making her uncomfortable, she thought he was handsome but why would he be looking at her. Reader doesn't question her beauty but it's still weird.

Offered her his seat but she refused as it was already hard to get around and her hips weren't about to fit in that space. He insists but she keeps refusing. Eventually they both drop the conversation but Landon doesn't stop looking at her. Taking in every inch of her, even sneaking a picture the best he can.

Things he starts to do

He starts purposely missing his usual train to take the same one as reader. Once this starts to affect his schedule he changes it so it can fit. Doesn't even need to talk to reader as long as he gets to look at her.

Observes everything about her. Her style, purse, pins, keychains, anything! To try and get more information on her, soon enough he catches a glimpse of a tag on her purse. That's how he gets her name and quickly takes it to social media.

Starts to purposely push people out, makes sure there's a seat next to him. Once this fails the first couple times and reader doesn't sit next to him he re-thinks. From observing he notices she tries to take as little space as she can. And from media he finds out people complain about plus size people sitting next to them. So he starts to stand, stands next to her, glances at her phone, down her shirt, and into her bag if he can!

Subway can get pretty rough so when they hit a rough patch he always uses it as an excuse to get closer. Putting his hand on the bar next to her, "stumbling" into her, grabbing her so she "doesn't fall" all with that innocent charm of his.

Diary keeping. Writes down everything! Even if it's the smallest glance it will have almost a whole page. What reader wore, if she had a snack, how she looked, and not only the stuff you can see. But the stuff he's imagining, the bra color, the beauty marks, the positions.

He starts incorporating her into the things he does. I'm not sure what I want Landon to work as but reader does make her way into it. If it's art she is his muse, he draws her and paints her body all the time. Over and over making sure every detail is just right not leaving a single mark. If it's music, his lyrics describe her. The plush of her hips, his need to grab and bite. If it's business or something of the sorts he creates things that allows plus size people to be more included. Like more sizing, open spaces, and things he knows she will like.

Reader isn't Landon's type.

By reader not being Landon's "type" I mean he has never been with a bigger woman. He's stereotyped to be seen with that classic skinny, blonde, and blued eyes. It will play into the gaslighting and manipulation I have planned for him to do.

Landon is used to getting what he wants.

Even if he has to fight for it he will have it. Anything and anyone. He's patient and will achieve. Yes, this does mean he would kill for reader.

Reader makes Landon feel like he's never felt hormones before.

He's confused himself because he's never been shy with women, always had options. So the way that he can't get her out of his head is insane to him. Spends hours and hours just thinking about reader, drawing, writing, rewatching videos he's taken, printing pictures, picking out gifts to send her, and watching porn but looking for her. Anyone that looks like her but it's never enough because it's not reader!

I'm so happy and grateful for the support on the first post! So here's some stuff I have planned for Landon. Definitely more to come and more scenes!