#Embarrassing StretchMarks?

[wifeiy]

not an original or new thought of mine but Akaashi w many beauty marks. and the bokuaka twist Where bokuto fixates on them perhaps especially when they, as some may say, Freak It. thank u

[stupidlypregnant]

impregnating your boypussy leaving you with a huge womb packed full of baby, your belly covered in stretchmarks, settling heavily in your hips forcing you to waddle everywhere. Every night I play with your body by rubbing and deeply massaging your massive gut, pressing into it to make my children kick and squirm painfully inside you. Teasing you for getting so knocked up on our first try, and fucking you passionately on every surface of our home as if i was trying to fuck another set of twins into you, your distended stomach sandwiched between us. Just when your 6th month rolls around and the end to your miserable pregnancy is in sight, I begin to use your other hole, giving your ass creampie after creampie. Soon after, you're experiencing morning sickness again, and during a checkup the doctor reveals I've impregnated your ass with another set of twins. She states in order to keep this 2nd pregnancy, you'll need to be on labor suppressant starting your 9th month which I immediately agree to for you. Wracked with constant Braxton Hicks for the next 5 months, your belly only grows bigger, heavier, and more active as the second set slowly catches up to the first and fight for space inside you. You've never been sexier

Ohhh please. That concept is so hot ...

I'd be so impossibly full, my belly filled with life. I could barely do anything besides letting you distract me from all the pain ... or letting you make it worse. With your hands on my cramping belly ans you taking me whenever you'd like I'd be such a mess. Being in this state for months, belly so heavy, so tight, I'd be so uncomfortable, so embarrassed by how needy all of this makes me ...

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Can you do Cam boy Tengen with wives as they do a livestream session of them all having sex with a shy voluptuous female reader?

Cyber Sex (Tengen x Wives x F!Plus-Size!Reader 18+ One Shot) [REQUEST FILL]

Pairing: Camboy!Tengen Uzui x Camgirl!Wives x Plus-Size!GF!Reader

Synopsis: Your boyfriend Tengen and his wives, also your girlfriends, are big in the world of camming. They are a popular camming couple that have made you the newest addition to their little family. Intrigued by their profession and the idea of having sex on camera, you decide to partake in one of their livestreams despite your nerves and insecurities in your body threatening to ruin it for you. Lucky for you, your sexy partners are 100% addicted to you and how you look on camera.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS DNI); Camboy!Tengen x Camgirl!Wives; Poly Relationship; Shy to Slutty!Reader; Sex On Camera; Exhibitionism; Voyeurism; Fivesome; Daddy Kink; Sex w/ Sex Toys; Anal Play/Mild Analingus; Oral (Giving & Receiving); 69ing/Facesitting; Doggystyle; Everyone Cums; Mutual Os; Facials; Cum Play; Aftercare 

Writer's Note: @rottmntrulesall Thank you so much for your patience & THIS CONCEPT!!! As soon as you sent it, I knew I had to write it. I'm sorry I couldn't get it out quicker. Work has been soooo busy + other writing projects. I hope you enjoy it regardless! 💗💗💗💗 -Jazz

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You sit as rigid as a board in your vanity chair as Suma stands behind you, teasing your hair for at least the fourth time. 

With every spritz of gloss in your hair, you become more and more nervous. You’re supposed to be excited to be all dressed up for the camera, but the knowledge of what will come next makes your stomach jump. 

“So you ready for your official debut, cutie?” Suma asks, her breasts pushed against the back of your chair.

You can see why she makes so much money as a camgirl with her set of double Ds, hourglass body, and shapely ass. It is how your other two girlfriends, Hinatsuru and Makio, are shaped, their God-given bodies only accentuated by the babydolls they wear for the “occasion”. 

You are wearing one as well–much larger in size to fit your soft, shapely body with its love handles, stretchmarks, rolls, and pudginess that your partners somehow cannot get enough of. The girls decided on a powdery pink babydoll with lace trim, a matching thong to hug your round, shapely ass, and furry heels to make your red-painted toes even cuter. 

The “occasion” in question is your grand debut with your romantic partners, both who are sex workers and majorly popular in the camming world. That sounds better than having sex on camera in front of a bunch of strangers.

You take the bottle of sour apple-flavored vodka from the vanity and pour yourself a shot before downing it between your glossy, bubblegum-flavored lips. The girls watch you while you gulp down the strong liquid that already begins clouding your senses and some of your frazzled nerves. “Y-Yeah,” you stammer. Makio snorts from her spot on the stool next to yours. “That was a no.” 

The girls giggle together at your nervousness, making you flush with embarrassment. Suma coos, wrapping her arms around you from the back. “Awww, you’ve got nothing to worry about, cutie pie! It’s just us!” 

Hinatsuru nods, standing behind you with her long, raven-black hair in her usual high ponytail. “She’s right, darling. We’ve been dating for two years now. You have nothing to be scared of when we’re your loving partners.”

Her soft, soothing voice would usually relax you, but nothing seems to be working to calm you. “It’s not that, girls,” you confess. “I just don’t wanna mess up. I mean, thousands will be watching and—“ 

Makio stops you by rising from her stool, nearly knocking it over. “Hey!” she barks, glaring at you in the LED-lit mirror. “None of that. Our followers will love us no matter what and they’ll love you too! Don’t get in that head.”

She pokes at your temple but bloats your face with a tissue to ensure that your makeup isn’t ruined. Even as the hot-headed one between your girlfriends, Makio is the most loving and affectionate. 

“Awwww, aren’t you the sweetest!” Suma squeals while Hinatsuru gives you a knowing smile. Makio blushes as red as her babydoll (Hinatsuru’s is purple while Suma’s is blue).

“And remember what Tengen-sama said,” Hinatsuru says, placing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You can always say our safety word or tap one of us three times if you ever need to slow down or stop. Your safety and comfort come first.” 

Suma snorts in that way where she is struggling to hold back a joke. “Unless you cum first,” she giggles.

You and the girls stare at her, totally done, even as she giggles and snorts hysterically at her own juvenile joke. But it manages to make you crack a smile even when the idea of having sex on camera with your camgirl girlfriends and camboy boyfriend in front of their adoring audience still makes you quiver. 

After Suma finishes with your hair, giving it soft yet teasing waves, and Hinatsuru applies another slick of lip gloss to your lips, you stare at yourself in the mirror. All you see staring back at you is a pretty girl who needs to be touched and fucked on all night until her hair is a wreck and her makeup is running. You want nothing more than for Tengen and your girls to do that to you. 

“Okay,” you sigh. You turn around in your hair to face your adoring girlfriends with a determined smile. “Let’s do it then. I don’t wanna keep your fans waiting.”

As if being walked down the red carpet, the three gorgeous girls walk you down the hallway from the bathroom with its pink, plush rugs to the bedroom you share with your partners. Your heart flips as you hear the soft music playing and your boyfriend’s seductive chuckles from behind the door. 

Hinatsuru gives you a reassuring smile and a wink before she knocks daintily on the door. “Come in!” Tengen hollers from behind the door.

She opens it, revealing a bedroom decorated for the occasion with plush rugs, a satin, black bedspread, and a neon light coating the walls in a soft, neon pink. The entire room smells of vanilla and bergamot, somehow easing your nerves in a way the vodka did not. But nothing catches your attention more than your man. 

Tengen, known simply as “Uzui” in the sex work world and among his fanbase, lounges against the many multi-colored pillows and Sanrio plushies that you and Makio are obsessed with, his satin pants so low on his narrow hips that you can see his well-defined V-line and the outline of his big, gorgeous cock that lies just underneath the satin fabric.

His body, as if cut with stone, is slick with oil from his broad shoulders to his big, squeezable forearms right down his washboard abs. His silvery locks cascade down in waves to his shoulder blades, curling up against his earlobes that drip with colorful earrings. 

He is busy staring at the glowing screen of his laptop, running a hand over one of his pierced, brown nipples that you can’t help but salivate over, when his maroon-crimson eye lifts from the screen to widen at the sight of you. His other lies behind an eyepatch though it is probably just as wide with shock.

“There are my pretty girls!” he exclaims, grinning his wide, white-toothed grin at you. “And what’s this little outfit you’ve got on, babe?” His grin only grows as the girls gently walk you farther into the room. You try not to flinch when Makio closes the door behind you. 

“It’s for you, Daddy,” Hinatsuru replies. “We got her all dressed up for her grand debut tonight.” She gently caresses the lace of your babydoll covering your tummy to which Tengen’s eye is drawn to. “Isn’t she pretty, Daddy?!” Suma asks, practically teeming with excitement. “I told her that pink is her color!” 

Tengen seems to agree with the way his smile has turned into something more lustful. He moves the laptop off of his strong thighs and rises from the bed. “Why don’t you three entertain our guests while I greet our actress?”

You can hear the little rapid fire bloop-bloop sounds of people liking the livestream and you briefly wonder how long Tengen was streaming before you arrived. 

At the mention of “entertaining”, Suma excitedly claps her hands and runs over to the bed, belly-flopping onto the bedspread. Makio rolls her eyes and crosses her arms as she struts over, her ass moving so enticingly in her lace panties.

“You little attention whore,” she scoffs. Suma sticks her tongue out at her, smacking her ass when she gets on the bed. “Says the one who begged to cum on camera!” she shoots back. 

As the two begin to argue in front of their horny and eager audience behind the screen, Hinatsuru gives you and Tengen an adoring smile. “Don’t keep us waiting, you two.” She gives you both a peck on the cheek before she joins the two girls on the bed, playfully shoving a Pikachu plushie in Makio’s face. 

You can see the appeal as the three girls banter and be their adorable selves in front of the laptop for all the world to see. They are just too cute!

It was what drew you to them the moment you started watching their streams alongside Tengen being his hot and flashy self.

He and his wives became big in the camming world due to their relationship dynamics, role play sessions (with costumes included), and Tengen’s hot dirty talk that always seemed to turn you into a puddle. You had been a fan for some time, lurking in the comments with your camera turned off and dropping tips when your money was right. 

Soon, the foursome took notice of you and began shouting you out. “Thank you for the tip, Cute Little Listener!” Tengen said one night, all while pausing from a heavy make-out session with Hinatsuru.

Your username on his tongue nearly made you cream all over yourself…but nothing prepared you for the sultry look he shot at the camera. “Maybe one night you’ll turn on your camera and let us see just how cute and little you are.” 

Cute? Sure! But little? You didn’t define yourself as “little” at all. But when you finally turned on your camera for a private session with Tengen and his girls, they regarded you as if you were the prettiest, sexiest thing ever. And when you met them weeks later in person, Tengen’s sheer size made you feel as if you were as little as an ant! 

He towers over you now in the hallway, his big hands dripping in bracelets and rings cascading over your pudgy sides. “Look at you,” he coos. “You look fuckin’ delicious, babe.”

Despite his lustful smile and gorgeous body on full display for you, you can’t even muster up enough courage to cop a feel. “I don’t feel very fuckin’ delicious,” you murmur, feeling your stomach churn again. Maybe you should’ve had more shots. 

Tengen’s smile drops and he encases your hands in his, secure and safe. “Are you second guessing this? It’s okay if you are. This is your first time having sex on camera, right?”

He wraps his big, beefy arms around you, encasing you in them. You press yourself against him, feeling safe the instant your body is meshed with his. “Yeah, but it’s with you guys! I should be so excited!” 

You’re the one who came up with the idea in the first place! One, because you were curious and two, to spice up your sex life. While sex with the foursome is always a blast, it enticed you to have sex in front of their dozens of adoring, paying fans, especially once you learned that they were all interested in meeting you.

While it excited you before, now? All it does is fill you with dread. Tengen stares you down with that damn eye, seeming to know all of your thoughts. “Does this have anything to do with the audience or something more…personal?” 

He says the word very carefully, making you understand exactly what he means. You hide your face in his chest though you keep some space to avoid ruining your makeup. “It’s both,” you admit. “I’m sorry, Ten. I know you don’t like me talking about my body so poorly, but—“ 

“Stop,” he firmly says. His voice dips an octave, becoming steely and authoritative. It sends shivers up and down your spine. “Don’t say anything more. Your body is perfect, darlin’, just the way it is. Don’t feel any type of way about it just because the girls are smaller. It makes no difference.”

You crack a smile, touched by his sweet words. “And if nobody likes it, they can log the fuck off. But that won’t happen.” 

He takes your chin between his big hand and multi-colored nails. “Not with a girl as hot as you cumming on camera.” Sparks as hot as burning rods shoot through you, your arousal growing now. “So no more doubting yourself, got it?” he asks. “Don’t make me punish you before we’ve even had a chance to get online.” 

SMACK!

He takes his other hand and gives you an open-palmed smack on the ass, emitting a soft gasp from you and a tingle in your clit. “Yes, Daddy,” you giggle, suddenly giddy and ready to start the cyber sex session. He grins down at you, pressing a chaste kiss to your nose.

“Thaaat’s my good girl,” he draws. “Now let’s introduce your sexy ass to your new fans!” He then takes your hand in his and waltzes you back into the bedroom where you are met with a pleasant surprise. 

Your girls have already started their entertainment session for the audience: Hinatsuru and Suma teasing Makio in front of the screen, her creamy thighs spread open and her lace panties discarded, showing off her puffy, pink pussy drizzling with wetness and teased by Hinatsuru’s fingers.

Suma has one of Makio’s pink nipples in her mouth while her hand fondles the other, Makio’s babydoll pried open to reveal both of her tits to the screen. 

When you walk in with Tengen, Hinatsuru and Suma turn their heads to each give you giddy smiles. Poor Makio is too busy facing the wickedness of the fingers on her pussy and the mouth on her nipple to notice, sweet moans and whimpers leaving her lips.

“Oh, look!” Tengen laughs, wrapping an arm around your pudgy waist. “They already started. Little sluts couldn’t wait to start.” 

“We’re sorry, Daddy,” Hinatsuru apologizes, still rubbing away at Makio’s clit, earning dozens of likes on the stream. “We were just getting ourselves warmed up for you and Y/N. We still have plenty of time, don’t we, Makio?” She plunges a finger inside of Makio, emitting a long, high-pitched whine from her open lips. The very sound makes you wet, pushing the fabric to your panties up against your pussy lips. 

Tengen leads you over to the bed and smacks Hinatsuru, making her shoo the girls over to make room for you and him. The girls pause from teasing Makio to make you comfortable, placing you in the middle of the mattress before Tengen scoops you into his lap. From behind you, Hinatsuru sucks Makio’s juices off of her fingers as Suma playfully bites at Makio’s nipple, earning a pillow whack in the face.

 Tengen squeezes an arm securely around your waist as he places himself and you in frame. Suddenly, you are facing his entire world with the left side bar exploding with comments like rapidfire. “Attention, bitches, bros, and nonbinary hoes!” Tengen boasts. “This here is my beautiful girlfriend, Y/N.” He presses a kiss to your cheek before his juicy lips trail down your neck. “Introduce yourself to the audience, honey,” he coos in your ear. 

Despite his honeyed kisses and the scent of your girlfriends’ perfume clouding your senses, you manage to speak: “Hi, everyone,” you shyly say. “It’s so nice to finally meet all of you.”

You stare at yourself–such a pretty girl–on the screen, smiling wider as the comments grow more positive, gushing over how pretty you are. “Awww, they like you!” Suma coos, crooning over your neck to get a look. “See? We told you they would!” 

“And they’re gonna love her even more after we get this off,” Tengen sultry remarks, playing with the tie holding together your babydoll. “Actually, I think it’s time we all get naked, hm?”

He turns to the girls–his girls–one by one, giving them each a smirk filled with promises of what will follow later. The baby dolls fall off, revealing each of your naked bodies to Tengen and his joyful, aroused audience watching from behind their computers and phones. 

Though the bodies of his three wives are gorgeous, Tengen’s eye is planted firmly on yours, his beautiful girlfriend. He runs his hands down your sides blessed with extra curves that translate to love handles and roles hotter than the ones out of the oven. Your titties hang like overripe fruit on a tree and your thick thighs encase the sobbing, wet pussy that he so desperately wants to see, touch, taste, and feel.

And your ass…the damn thing could stop traffic! “Fuckin’ perfect,” he groans. “How did I ever get this lucky to have four such sexy girls?” 

While his wives begin coating him in kisses–his neck, his broad shoulders, his back muscles–, he scoops you up into his lap again with your back pressed against his front.

A soft gasp leaves your lips as you suddenly face yourself on the screen, totally naked and open-mouthed as Tengen’s lips caress your neck. His big hands cup your tits in his hands, massaging and rolling them around in a way that has your head swimming.

Despite how big they are, your soft pair of breasts fit so perfectly in his calloused palms, his thick fingers tweaking and pulling on your nipples. “Look at these,” he softly growls, giving the laptop a searing look. “These are mine.” 

Before you can even blink, he forces you to turn around to face him, your back to the camera.

SMACK!

His hand comes down across your ass, the sound of it connecting with one of your cheeks ricocheting across the bedroom. “See this?” he chuckles, seeing something you can’t. “These are mine!” Ping-ping-ping! The sound of many likes and loves fill the air, signaling more upvotes and views for your camboy and his camgirls. 

You turn around to face the screen, gawking at the hearts popping up all over the left side of the screen. “See all those hearts?” Tengen asks, his voice like smooth butter, breathless and lust-filled. “They’re all for you, baby. All because of this body.”

He takes two handfuls of your ass and spreads it open for the camera, gripping each cheek and emitting a moan from your lips. He captures your open mouth in a passionate, possessive kiss, his tongue swirling with yours. 

“No fair,” Suma whines, pecking Tengen on the arm. “I want kisses too!”

Hinatsuru crawls over to you, running her hands over your sides. “Me too,” she softly whispers, pecking your neck. “Don’t leave us out.”

Tengen chuckles as he pulls away from your shared feverish kiss, grinning at the needy women surrounding him, his eye filled with adoration. “Now how could Daddy forget about his other baby girls?” he coos. 

He moves you off of his lap and shares kisses with each of his wives, all of them filled with the same passion, adoration, and feral kind of lust that he shared with you. You always get so wet seeing them together and now, you feel yourself becoming soaked, your body tingling with need for more. That need only grows when Tengen’s lips find yours again and he lays you down on the satin bed sheets. The girls join in, coating your body in kisses, from your neck to your stomach to your thighs. 

You are practically teeming with need and desperation, especially when they bring the toys out (with lube, of course). The girls are way too eager to toy with you while Tengen watches on, his big hand palming himself through his satin slacks. Makio and Hinatsuru clip nipple clamps on you, teasingly tweaking and pulling on your nipples to make them extra sensitive.

Tengen’s eyes grow big when finally Suma bends you over for him moments later, your body trembling from the pinching of the clamps around your nipples. “That’s our good girl,” he coos as Suma runs a butt plug around the rim of your asshole. “You should see how cute you look right now, darlin’.” 

“So cute,” Suma parrots, salivating as she watches herself swirl the lube-coated plug around your hole coated in lube. She then leans in and replaces the plug with her tongue, using the tip to wet the tight hole in her saliva.

“Oh!” you moan, fisting the sheets below you. Suddenly, you do not care about the audience anymore. They don’t matter. All that matters is the pleasure you are feeling as Suma tears her tongue away from you and finally slides the plug inside of your ass. 

“Oh, it vibrates too!” Tengen chuckles as Makio presents him with a remote. “We’re gonna have fun with her, aren’t we?” 

The “fun” presumes moments later when your big, beautiful, and flashy boyfriend lies back against the pillows and allows you to sit on his handsome face while his sinful tongue goes to work on your pussy. You once teased Tengen about being a much, but the man would change his middle name to such with the way he proudly tongue fucks your cunt as if it is about to go out of commission soon.

The laptop is propped up on an ottoman at the foot of the bed, giving your audience the perfect view of their favorite camboy slurping down your honey and sucking on your pretty, puffy pussy lips while his tongue rolls around your clit. 

The camera also catches his wives each sharing his big, beautiful, throbbing cock and bulbous, pink head dripping in pre-cum and pierced with a silver hoop where a ruby dangles from it. Hinatsuru playfully sucks on this while Suma and Makio share his heavy balls holding loads of cum for all of you.

With how big and long Tengen is, there is plenty of dick to go around. One would think that the girls are starved for his cum with the way they greedily suck, slurp, and lick at his cock, needy, breathy moans and sighs leaving their lips as they do. 

“Come on, Suma!” Makio groans, frustrated and impatient. “Stop hoggin’ him up! You’re not the only one here!” 

“I’m sorry!” Suma whines. “He just tastes so good!” 

“Now, now, ladies,” Hinatsuru giggles, stopping from sucking on Tengen’s head to speak. “Don’t bicker too much. We’re here to make our husband feel good…and our girl too, of course.” She laughs again, watching you sit on top of her husband’s face. “But I think Tengen-sama is doing a perfect job at that.” 

You concur, your sweet, loud moans filling the air scented with lube and sex. You toss your head back and shamelessly ride Tengen’s face, calling his name out for all who will hear. “Oh, fuck, Uzui!” you shout, tingles of pleasure zipping throughout your body. “Please, Daddy, go faster! I’m so close!” The butt plug still vibrating away in your ass makes your orgasm want to come faster than usual like a speeding train. 

Tengen moans out “Uh-huh” between your thighs, practically smothering himself as he grips your ass and plunges his tongue deeper, licking you from the inside out. With everything the girls do on their end, it translates to how fast Tengen eats your pussy as if the more his wives suck his cock, the deeper his tongue goes, pushing you closer to the edge. 

“Go ahead, pretty girl,” Hinatsuru coos, pulling herself away from Tengen’s cock, her mouth coated in spit and saliva. “You can have a taste of him too. We’ll be happy just sucking him right here.”

She moves down to share his heavy balls with Makio and Suma, sucking on the foreskin and trailing her tongue along them just like he enjoys. 

You oblige and lean down to suck Tengen’s cock now, pressing your tits against his abs and continuing to grind your pussy against his mouth. His cock is already wet with the wives’ spit, making it easier to stroke and suck on him as much as you want and can possibly take.

You decide you want to take it all and slowly sink your mouth down onto his throbbing cock, encasing him in your wet throat. Tengen’s body tenses and he groans into your pussy, sending vibrations up through your hole that make your core tighten with the incoming of an intense orgasm.

Suddenly, you feel the vibrations in your ass increase, almost as if someone has turned up the setting. With a moan of surprise, you tear your mouth off of Tengen and search for the culprit. 

You find that they come in three: Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru sit by Tengen’s feet, toying with the remote to your plug, hyper fixated on your reaction to each tiny amp. “Don’t stop now, cutie,” Suma says with a playful pout. “You were doing so well!” 

“You wanna make him and the audience happy, don’t you?” Makio asks, smirking at the spit dripping from your lips and the flush in your face. “Then make our Daddy cum for you.” 

Tengen must hear her order to you despite your thick, soft thighs cushioning his ears like earmuffs. Suddenly, his body lurches underneath you and you instinctively get off of him, thinking he can’t breathe. You quickly scramble onto the bed as he rises from the sheets as if he was brought back from the head, his face glistening in your juices. Your body heats with embarrassment.

“I’m all over your face,” you whimper. 

“And I’m fuckin’ keepin’ it there,” Tengen growls. You don’t argue due to the feral aura radiating off of him in waves, from the tension in his jaw right down to the bobbing of his throbbing, hard cock.

“Now do me a favor and bend over so our lovely viewers can see you take this dick.” His dirty words hit you like tranquilizer darts, making it almost difficult to move because you’re so paralyzed with lust. 

You go to position yourself on all fours as he wants, but he stops you short. “Not yet.” He points at Suma, motioning for her to lie on her back on the bed. She giggles and obliges without protest or question, giddily lying down on the sheets. “Get on top of her,” Tengen orders you. “I want her to taste us while I fuck you.” The idea of little Suma licking you both while he plunges his cock in and out of you is enough to make you cum all over yourself before he’s even inside of you. 

“And you two cuties,” he says, pointing at Hinatsuru and Makio. “Bend over for me. I’ve got my hands free.” He wiggles his painted nails at them, giving them a lustful, wolfish grin.

Giddily, the two wives bend over just as you do over Suma, your pussy hovering over her face as Tengen kneels behind you, one foot on the bed as his cock plap-plap-plaps against your soaked, sensitive lips. “Ready to take all of me, sugar?” he whispers. 

You slowly turn your head to the laptop, facing the dozens of faceless people watching you. “Yes, Daddy,” you answer, staring dead at the screen. “I’m ready. I need you to fuck me no–” 

Tengen evilly cuts off your sweet begging by gripping your hips and plunging himself inside of you. You react with a long, loud moan trapped inside of you as you feel him stretching you out in the best possible way, your clit reaching pleasures and stimulations that it so desires.

Tengen grins at you squirming around his cock as he begins slowly rocking hips inside of you, biting his lip at the feeling of Suma’s tongue tickling his balls. “Sorry, honey,” he chuckles, “but I couldn’t wait. You just looked too damn good…not to mention this fuckin’ ass.” 

SPANK!

He gives your ass a swat, the sound carrying throughout the room, and he damn near explodes when your asscheeks jiggle and recoil from his assault with the silver plug settled deep in your hole. “You should wear plugs more often,” he groans. “Maybe I should fuck you here too.” 

He begins to piston himself deeper inside of you, giving you long, slow, deep dicking while he uses his fingers to rub Hinatsuru and Makio’s pussies on either side of you. Their wanton moans and lewd whimpers fill your ears as Suma licks and sucks away at your pussy beneath you, sloppily drinking down whatever she can as Tengen strokes your insides with his cock.

You can feel your body trembling and your fingers digging into the sheets as you start to drip, no doubt filling Suma’s mouth and soaking Tengen’s cock. “Ah, fuck, Daddy!” you moan. “Please! Faster!” 

Your boyfriend stares down at you in pleasant surprise, giving the camera a wink and a blinding grin. “Faster?” he parrots. “So my baby wants to be fucked fast and rough, huh?”

With his hands still occupied, he begins to thrust his hips back and forth, back and forth, at a fast, rough pace that makes you see stars. Yes!” you sob. “Please, Daddy, fuck me faster!” 

Tengen does just that, as talented and skillful as he is, not even having to hold you still to fuck you into the bed. “Do my other babies want it fast and rough too?” he coos, staring at the pretty asses of his two wives on either side of you.

He laughs at their whimpers of agreement, his fingers sinking into their sopping, wet pussies, causing him to hiss in arousal as they clench around him. “Suma, baby, I know you can work well with my thigh, can’t ya?” 

Suma obliges, lifting her hips to grind her pussy against Tengen’s thick, naked thigh. “Mmm-hmm!” she moans into your pussy…or is it against Tengen’s balls? You can’t tell anymore, but you can sure as hell feel everything.

All of her moans create vibrations throughout your pussy, only stimulating you further along with Tengen’s cock setting every inch of you on fire. No longer are you the shy girl who was afraid of being on camera in her bra and panties. 

Now, you are a total cock slut desperate for more, tossing her ass back in an effort to receive more pleasure, your tits and stomach jiggle as you do so. You are unafraid of your love handles, rolls, tiger stripes, and cellulite. You don’t care, not when you’re with four of the hottest people you’ve ever seen in your life.

“Fucking me back, huh?” Tengen comments. He breathlessly laughs, the sound making you wetter than a puddle. “How flashy of you, baby. You’re so desperate for my cum.” 

He gives it right back to you, thrusting harder, faster, rougher, causing his earrings to jingle and his fingers to plunge inside of Hinatsuru and Makio at a pace that makes them even louder than before. 

You can tell they’re both close from the way their bodies are shaking, asses in the air and faces down in the pillow. You’re sure than Suma is close too judging by how sloppy her licking has gotten below you. “Y-Yeah!” you stammer. “Fuck yes, Uzui, I’m gonna cum!” 

You can feel it rising inside of you, an intense orgasm cresting as the morning sun would the skyline. Now is your favorite part: when Tengen absolutely loses himself and becomes a total unrelenting fucking machine. “Yeah, you’re gonna cum?” he asks, raising his voice so it can carry to the laptop. You frantically nod, your moans reaching new heights in volume the more you peak. “Do it then. All of you fuckin’ cum for me now.” 

It’s impossible not to! With the way Tengen’s heavy, cum-filled balls are slapping against your clit and Suma’s tongue caresses your pussy in time with the vibrations from the butt plug, you are guaranteed to burst. And you do. With a loud swear that comes out in a moan that could break glass, you cum all down Tengen’s thick cock and soak him as you do Suma’s soft, wet mouth.

“Thaaat’s my good girl,” Tengen encourages. “Keep it goin’, baby. Keep cummin’ for me.” He doesn’t stop dicking you down as you cum, drawing your orgasm out in a way that is both euphoric and agonizing. 

Hinatsuru and Makio cum shortly after, soaking Tengen’s thick digits in their honey. Suma does the same thing with his thigh, cumming with a wanton, needy whimper and a shudder as her pussy leaks all over his leg.

As you all come down from your orgasmic highs, Tengen slowly comes to a pause and pulls his still hard, soaked cock out of you. You hear the rhythmic, wet sounds of him stroking himself and you know what is coming next. “Now lemme give all of you a taste. On your knees for me.” 

You and his three wives come together on your knees in a line, your pretty faces tilted up to look up at your handsome, beautiful man stroking his beautiful, big cock for you to taste. His face is flushed pink and his body is tense with need, each vein in his muscles popping.

With a loud moan of “fuck” and more strings of orgasmic, porn-worthy moans dripping like honey from his lips, Tengen finally shoots his load, much to the enjoyment of you, his wives, and his audience. 

You close your eyes as you feel the wet droplets of his spunk splash onto your tits, stomach, and face, making you feel sticky and wet. Judging from the way his wives giggle softly, you suspect that they caught the same thing. Tengen has always been a messy cummer.

Luckily, he didn’t get any near your eyes, so you’re free to open them despite your ruined makeup. Tengen sticks a thumb up to wipe a drop of cum from your lips, his eye flaring with lust at the sight. “Guess we need to clean you up now.” 

The wives are way ahead of him. Together, they coax you to lay down on your back once more, all three of them surrounding you with their pretty faces coated in Tengen’s spunk.

“Open wide for us, pretty girl,” Hinatsuru seductively orders. “Daddy said we need to clean you up.”

She then dips between your legs to slurp up your wet, sticky pussy, making you shudder and whimper, your hands grasping her hair as trendles and sparks of pleasure shoot through you. Makio and Suma do the same thing, each one licking you clean and kissing your thighs as they do. 

Once they finish, you are completely spent, lying on the bed in a breathless, wet, sticky mess. Tengen whistles, just as winded, his pretty body soaked in sweat that makes his skin glisten.

“Damn, we made a mess!” He motions at the rumbled satin sheets soaked in your bodily fluids and lube, making for a much-needed laundry session. 

“A mess is right! I’ll get the wipes!” Makio announces, crawling to the nightstand to get the lavender-scented baby wipes you keep on standby.

She also fetches some mini waters and packaged snacks that Tengen insisted on keeping up here for recording. Keeping you on your back, the four of them begin to gently dab at your face, stomach, and tits, cleaning up the mess Tengen made with his cock from your body as well as from themselves. 

Once they finish, Tengen tosses the soiled wipes away and finally lays down next to you on his side. His big frame nearly eclipses yours on your side while Hinatsuru lies on your left, her fingers stroking up and down your stomach. Makio lays beside Tengen, snuggling into his back, while Suma lays at your feet, purring like a cat. 

“Not bad, cutie pie,” Tengen chuckles, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You really outdid yourself. The audience agrees!” Despite your exhaustion, you lift your head to stare at the laptop screen. Sure enough, the hearts keep coming and the upvotes keep going up, up, up. “They love you!” Suma giggles. “That’s more views than we’ve ever gotten!” 

You feel a proud yet tired smile stretch across your lips as Tengen rises from your side. “We’ll have to celebrate later, but first…”

He grabs the laptop and turns the screen onto you, giving everyone a view of your gorgeous, naked body and the afterglow you are lying in. “Until next time, ya hornies. Say bye to our lovely fans, gorgeous.” 

You squint into the blue light of the laptop and give everyone a finger waggle, the anticipation for next time burning inside of you. “Until next time,” you giggle. “I can’t wait to do this all again.” 

THE END

[worstgenerationloser]

Hello! May i ask for shanks x f reader who is chubby and insecure about her weight and stretchmarks? (if it makes you uncomfortable just ignore this) have a good day!

,, Too beautiful. ''

Shanks x F! Chubby! Reader.

Summary... you're insecure about your weight, and that doesn't exactly pair well with the most easygoing man in the grand line.

Warnings: smut (requested!!! also shanks wants u SO BAD omg and i got rlly into it)

A/N: beginning of smut is marked with pink colored text, also has around 4.7k words

"Can I help keep you company tonight, darling? I'm sure a man like you would enjoy having a woman like me to warm his bed..."

"Oh, thank you so much for saving us! You know, if you ever need anything, and I mean ANYTHING? then i'm your girl... Well, hopefully I can be."

"Why hello there, handsome. Can I buy you a drink?"

Comments like that were often heard by you, directed towards your lover, to be exact. You knew they couldn't help it, any confident woman would be trying her luck with Red-Haired Shanks, and it wasn't just because he was a powerful man, but because he was a sexy man. But, he was yours, and he certainly wasn't going to leave you in the dust for a cheap broad, that was for sure...

But, when they shot glares your way when he wrapped his singular arm around you, or when you fed him a piece of food off of your plate, or maybe even when you brought his drink to his lips for him if he was too busy holding you, it slowly eroded the sense of temporary confidence Shanks allowed you to experience. Their glares weren't there because they were just jealous that you were with Shanks, the ladies glared and scowled at you because you weren't attractive, or so you told yourself.

When a lady or two would hit on Shanks, you shrunk into yourself, you wanted to shut them up, and maybe make yourself feel a little more secure, but when you glanced down at your own body, and back to theirs, you saw the difference between you two, clear as day, and you really, really wished that maybe you could change yourself overnight, get rid of your stretch marks, the fat on your thighs, your stomach fat, anything that Shanks might see as undesirable.

You laid in bed next to Shanks, staring at his sleeping face, before you closed your eyes, replaying tonight's events in your head, although Shanks had comforted you before bed, holding you and kissing your lips so gently, you knew it wasn't enough to get rid of what had to have been years of insecurity about your body and appearance. As per usual, Shanks was being crowded by a group of women, their adoring smiles and flirty gestures didn't go unnoticed by you, but you stayed quiet. Shanks grinned at the attention and praise from them, though he attempted to remain humble, he didn't wanna give them too much attention, because he had something much better he was wanting to do. After a while longer, most of the women dispersed, much to your relief, but one lady remained.

"Would you mind if I... Personally, thank you?" A particularly beautiful woman spoke softly, her hand ghosting over her breast in a suggestive movement.

Beckman and Yasopp glared daggers into the back of her head, they were probably you and Shanks' biggest supporters when it came to your relationship, and they were happy to pull off an especially stubborn woman from Shanks if you couldn't find a chance to help him slip away yourself She didn't seem to be doing much harm as of now, so they just watched her closely.

“Ah, well, I already have a pretty lady that'll be warming my bed, and my heart for the foreseeable future, so, not a chance.” Shanks huffed out a laugh, but the woman seemed a little agitated, not embarrassed in the slightest , just… Angry. She glanced around for a woman nearby, eyes passing over you, and you felt extremely embarrassed in the moment, especially when she looked at you with a bewildered expression, before barking out a cold laugh, scoffing at Shanks. “Is that what you're into? Yeah, no.” She flicked her hair, walking off, the look she gave you, paired with the words she spoke about you, ended up crushing your very soul, and Shanks ran to your side.

Fortunately none of the other crew paid enough attention to hear her words, and Beckman and Yasopp immediately stopped watching the lady like hawks when Shanks blew her off.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Shanks smiled softly, caressing your cheek as he leaned down to press his forehead to yours, closing his eyes. He opened them again when you stayed silent, offering you a private smile, before speaking softly into your ear, his arm wrapping around your waist, his hand resting on your lower hip. “You know, I don't tell you you're beautiful everyday for no reason, honey. You're the prettiest woman in the world.”

You wanted to cry, because his words were just so sweet, and you felt undeserving of his constant reassurance more than ever now, and also because you were so embarrassed that your lover fell in love with somebody so unsightly. You knew pushing him away when all he wanted to do was help you would do no good for either of you, so you let him hold you, because you knew it wasn't right to reject his love when he just wanted to make sure you were okay, you let his soft words reach you.

“I love you, Shanks. I really do. I’m sorry.” You shakily exhaled, apologizing for your insecurities being so obvious. Shanks frowned at you, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose, his stubble lightly tickling your lips. “I love you too, but don't apologize. What are you even apologizing for, Silly?” He quipped, pinching your hip playfully, making you exhale a laugh as you lightly jumped from the sudden action, sniffling and blinking away the barely formed tears in your eyes as he smiled at you again, moving to stand by your side, hand dropping down to hold your hand.

“I’ll be with you again right after we set sail, M’kay?” He whispered in your ear, pulling away, then giggling to himself before he leaned down to kiss your lips, walking over to the crew to bark orders at them.

Your eyes opened, sleep unsuccessful in welcoming you, your bottom lip quivering as you huffed hot air out of your mouth, the memories of today’s previous events not serving to comfort you, despite the many kisses Shanks had given you when you two crawled into bed. You whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut, then opening them again, blinking away tears as they slid down your cheeks.

You ended up looking at Shanks, who had his mouth wide open, snoring softly as a bit of drool dribbled down his cheek, his hair messy and disorderly, making you giggle softly despite your sadness. Your giggles slowly turned into soft sobs, your hands gently reaching under your clothes, tracing along the stretch marks scattered on your flesh. Your fingertips traced the marks on your hips, stomach, lower back, your biceps, inner thighs, and when you stopped at the stretch marks on your breasts, you couldn't help but feel bad for Shanks. You felt bad that, instead of smooth scar-free flesh, instead of a small stomach, smaller thighs, instead of a beautiful and fit woman, Shanks had you.

Your skin was littered in stretch marks, and although you weren't weak nor unhealthy, you remained chubby, and you couldn't get rid of your stretch marks in an instant, so Shanks just… Had to deal with your body, the body you felt ashamed of showing off.

You sniffled, tears still streaming down your face as you looked at your sleeping boyfriend. You felt guilty for looking at his face and crying, and maybe even a little embarrassed, even though he was fast asleep, so you turned around and cried facing the wall.

Your soft sobs slowly woke Shanks, his breath caught in his throat when he wasn't met with the sight of your face immediately, and instead, the back of your head, along with the unmistakable sound of you crying. “Hey, hey…” He cooed, sitting up in bed as he blinked away the sleep caught in his eyes immediately, all for you. He wasn't angry in the slightest, but when his beautiful girlfriend was upset, he wasn't gonna just go back to sleep and hope you fixed it yourself, no, of course not! He wasn't that kind of man, he loved you, and when you love somebody, you're supposed to love each and every part of them, physical or not, right?

You jolted slightly when his deep voice echoed throughout the room, and as his hand found its usual place on your hip, guilt crept in.

“It's okay, baby, it's okay. I’m awake… Why are you crying?” He pressed his chest against your back, kissing your ear softly as his whispers soothed your cries into soft whimpers. You couldn't run from it now.

“My body. My body is—” You shook as you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut as you turned around to look Shanks in the eye while you had this conversation. Your eyes opened as you came face to face with Shanks again, a small frown etched onto his face, his brows furrowed. “Your body? What's wrong with it?” His soft breath fanned over your cheek.

“You know, my… My stretch marks and, I'm chubby and… And… You know that I’m not really… Conventionally attractive. What about me do you find beautiful?” You shook, small sobs escaping between your words as you tried to piece together the words you wanted him to hear without wailing like a baby. “Y/N, maybe right now you can't see yourself the way I see you. I tell you how beautiful you are everyday because it's a fact. It's not me spitballing for no goddamn reason—” He let out a breathy laugh, pausing to kiss your tear-stained cheek.

“It's because you are beautiful, honey. I know me explaining why I love you won't work like the magic I want it to be that just makes all your insecurities disappear, but really, you're beautiful. And, your stretch marks- Why would they matter to me?” He paused, any lingering sleep completely out of his system. He expressed his love and devotion to you so, so clearly, and it was utterly romantic.

“You don't think I’m ugly because of the scar over my eye, or my missing arm, right? Why should I care about them? Your stretch marks are beautiful, and they make you so, so unique. I don't even know how to put it into words, but they make you seem so divine.” He breathed out, swallowing the saliva pooling in his mouth. He was reassuring you because you were sad, but all this talk about your body made a few other things flash in his mind.

Your tears were gone now, but there were still small slivers of doubt stuck in your brain. “I’m afraid that you hate looking at my body. Maybe you could love me as a person, but sometimes it feels like you loving my body is just… Out of the question.” You smiled awkwardly, an uncomfortable warmth spreading throughout your body at the mention of your body.

“No- Oh, god, no. Am I so bad in bed that you think I don't like your body?” He joked, chuckling at himself as he tried to lighten the mood, making you giggle at the way he poked fun at himself, the weight on your chest seemingly lifted. “Your body is so, so fucking sexy, and you're so beautiful already that sometimes I feel a little nervous. I love your lips, your hips, your stretch marks, your thighs, your legs, and…” He grinned, and you, sensing the incoming dirty joke, pinched his cheek, laughing at him when he yelped lightly, overdramatic per usual.

“Owie! My girlfriend's so mean to me! Here I was, ready to show her a night so good the whole crew would know… Ah…” Shanks sighed, pouting as he began to sit up, his messy red hair illuminated by the lamp on the bedside table, he looked messier than usual, but it was… Really hot. You chuckled, sitting up and scooting closer to him so you could rest your head on his shoulder. “You better not, Shanks.” You warned, a playful poke to his rib.

“What, not in the mood?” He chuckled, hand reaching up to play with your hair, bouncing it in his hand. “It's not that I’m not in the mood, I just—” Shanks made you cut yourself off, swiftly moving to shove you down onto the bed again, burying his face into your chest, making you laugh loudly at him, any tiny remnants of lingering sadness immediately dispersing. “What are you doing?” You questioned Shanks with a flick to the back of his head, his stubble poking your clothes.

Shanks mumbled something indiscernible, the vibrations shooting through your body and making your soft nipples slowly begin to harden under your blouse, the small warmth from his mouth seeping into your clothes, reaching your skin. You shuddered, placing a hand at the back of his head, lightly tugging on a few strands of his hair.

“What do you want now?” You playfully quipped, breathing through your growing arousal. Shanks’ hand reached up, rubbing your hip, then dipping down to caress your thigh in a sensual way, not helping your case in the slightest. Shanks chuckled dryly, huffing in your scent, before lifting his head up, smiling at you, and you could definitely see that glimmer in his eyes.

“I want to eat your pussy right now.” He spoke as serious as ever, before giggling at you, not alluding to whether or not he was serious, though, you would think after knowing and dating him for such a long time, you could tell. He scooted upwards a bit, his thumb dipping to rub your inner thigh, and he began to kiss you by pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, then trailing down to your jaw, your throat, back up to your jaw, and ending with your lips. He wanted to taste your other lips, too, but the ones on your face would do for now until you were ready enough.

You smiled into the kiss, before breathlessly pulling away.

“Really?” You questioned, whimpering softly as his warm lips encased part of your neck, ready for him to just swallow you whole. You shuddered, your legs spreading a little, feet rubbing against the soft sheets as Shanks spread your legs a little more, slotting himself deeper between them, though both of your clothes remained on your bodies. You felt the outline of his dick under those pesky pants he wore, he was merely semi-hard, but a few more seconds between your warm thighs and he’d be hard as rock.

“Of course. I’m already loving the way your thighs feel. I always tell you they feel better squishing my face.” His hand traced over your stretch marks, momentary embarrassment taking you over, but he quelled it with one more kiss to your throat.

“I’ll take my pants off.” You nodded in agreement to your own statement, whining at the affection you were receiving, even when you were feeling insecure, Shanks always had a talent for making sure even if you were angry, upset, tired, or just lazy, you had a good time during sex. Shanks moved back a little after removing his hand from your thigh, sitting up on his knees as you slid your pants down to your thighs, lifting your hips up so you could throw the fabric off with ease, sighing in relief as cool air hit your bare legs, your underwear still covering your pussy.

“Spread your legs for me, honey.” He smiled, positioning himself between your legs once more, resting his chin atop your thigh. You complied, spreading your legs just far enough for your thighs to lazily drape over his shoulders. “Good. I’m gonna try to pull your underwear off with my teeth.” You were incredibly aroused right now, and you were sure Shanks could see the faint wet spot on your panties, but despite your arousal, you snickered at him when his teeth tugged at the elastic part of your underwear.

He gently pulled your panties down, they glided over your thighs in a few sloppy movements, making Shanks laugh at just how bad he was at removing your panties with his teeth. “You are so bad at this.” You playfully giggled, hand resting atop his head as he pouted. “I wish I had both of my arms. I’ll get you back for that.” Shanks was clearly joking, but you had no time to linger on that statement, because your panties were tugged down to your ankles the next second.

.........

“Aha! I’m not that bad at it.” He grinned triumphantly, using his hand to slip them off completely, tossing them onto the lampshade, making you laugh again. Shanks leaned back a little to kiss your ankles, trailing his lips down to your knees, then your thighs, stopping to kiss at your wet pussy lips, covered in slick. “Good job.” You hummed in a teasing tone, sucking in air through your teeth when his lips met your pussy for a mere moment, exhaling a moment later.

You stared at his head down between your thighs, your stretch marks slightly illuminated by the light in the room, but with Shanks between your legs, it felt hard to get sad about your body again. He gently licked the smeared arousal off of your cunt, eyes squeezed shut as he just savored your taste. You whimpered when his tongue, warm and wet, gently dipped between your lips, licking and kissing your pussy, breathing onto your clit.

And then, his eyes opened. He had a look others would register as scary, you think anybody would be horrified if “Red-Haired” looked at them with these eyes, but right now, he wasn't “Red-Haired”, he was just Shanks. That, and he was eating the life out of your pussy right now, his stubble sometimes got annoying, but it was worth it every. damn. time. Moaning softly, your hands made a move so they could begin grabbing at his hair, your head tipping back to land atop your pillow, spreading your legs a bit more for Shanks to get a better taste. The heels of your feet rested on top of his back, and you let yourself relax, Shanks would ensure you would relax either way, but he preferred if you were cozy right off the bat.

“Your pussy’s so pretty.” His words muffled by his face buried so deep between your legs, still managed to reach your ears, making you blush, thighs instinctively trying to clamp together, but instead ended up squishing Shanks’s face together. Still, he kept eating you, not stopping a second other than to murmur soft praises, slowly building your orgasm with deep flicks of his tongue and gentle rubs of his thumb against your clit, and it made your hips buck when he kept sucking on your clit.

“Oh, I’m gonna cum, Shanks. Oh god, I love you, I love you so much. Fuck, you're the best thing thats ever happened to me, I’m- Oh, I’m cumming!” You keened, trying to close your plump thighs together while Shanks continued to tongue-fuck your pussy, alternating between rubbing your clit with his thumb, flicking it with his tongue, or just stopping to suck on it like a lollipop.

With a sharp cry once more , your pussy clenched around nothing, hips softly bucking against your lover's face as his movements slowed, a warm cream dripping from your vagina, making Shanks dip back inwards towards your pussy, softly lapping up your cum as you gasped from the overstimulation. Shanks pressed one last peck to your clit, before sitting back up, smiling at you. “I love you too. You feel better now, sweetheart?” He giggled, laying ontop of you, his painfully obvious erection pressing against your thigh.

“I feel… A lot better. I feel amazing.” You murmured, pausing between words to pant softly, but the ache between your legs started again, and it was slightly embarrassing. All of his praise and reassurance got you a little wetter tonight, and even after you got eaten out by the man in question, you still wanted him, and this time it was an even deeper want, maybe it was carnal. Shanks leaned up to capture your lips in a kiss, pressing his chest to yours as he slid his tongue inside your mouth, both of your eyes closed shut.

Your hands, however, had other ideas. One of your hands stayed on your lover’s cheek, while the other reached down to tug at the waistband of his pants, pulling it down just enough for you to feel his cock spring out. Shanks smiled into the kiss, before pulling away. “Want me that bad? Just ask.” His brows wiggled, and you rolled your eyes playfully at him.

“I never need to ask. The answer is always yes, Shanks.” Giggling, you reached your hand downwards, gently grasping his shaft, making Shanks groan softly, eyes squeezing shut as he tried to catch his breath. “Okay, yeah, the answer is always yes. You know me too well, Y/N. Touché.” He clicked his tongue, watching your face as you began to slowly stroke his length, his eyelids felt heavier, and Shanks closed his eyes to savor the feeling.

“We fuck like rabbits when we get the chance, of course you know me. Shit, fuck-” Shanks groaned, moving up a bit more to rest his head on your shoulder, laying on his side. His hand went to your chest, tugging up the blouse you wore to bed gently, making a gasp escape your lips as the cool air quickly hardened your nipples. “There they are...” Within seconds, Shanks began to litter your breasts in kisses, stopping to gently suck a few hickeys onto your skin, his hand moving to gently tug and rub your nipples.

You kept jerking him off, fingers gliding to the tip of his cock, and you swore you could feel it throbbing, pre-cum smeared over his head. Shanks wrapped his mouth over the entirety of your areola, drooling on your tits as he moved his tongue in slow circles. “Shanks. I want you inside of me.” You moaned, digging the soles of your feet into the sheets, toes curling.

“Okay, yeah. Let me just…” Shanks panted, grabbing your wrist to halt your movements, pressing a sloppy kiss to your collarbones. He groaned, grabbing his shaft to begin rubbing the tip of his dick between your folds, originally planning to get you wet by playing with your pussy, but he seemed to have forgotten just how wet he got you. “Oh, woah. You're still really wet.” Shanks chuckled, halting his movements so his hand could toy with your clit, making you huff out a desperate moan.

Slowly, Shanks gently massaged his middle finger into your entrance, marveling at how you eagerly sucked in his singular finger, hungry for more the next second. “Just put it in already. God, I can't wait any longer.” A groan of frustration left your lips, immediately silenced by soft whimpers as a second finger had unknowingly entered you, as Shanks began to massage your cunt, your legs spread wider, and you could feel the heat slowly building in your stomach, the nape of your neck feeling sweaty as you tried to relax and be patient, eyes shutting.

“Can I make you cum on my fingers? Or do you wanna cum on my cock?” You licked your dry lips, a tingly sensation shooting through your thighs and trailing up towards your starving pussy, sucking Shanks’s fingers deeper, although he was already knuckle deep into your pussy. “Please, fuck me already. I wanna cum on your cock.” All shame disappeared when you were both alone in the bedroom, embarrassment flying out the window because you knew for a fact beating around the bush would do no good.

With that, you watched as Shanks nudged the tip of his cock against your hole, pushing himself halfway inside you, before stopping to rub your clit, spitting on his fingers so he wouldn't chafe it. After a while, you shakily exhaled, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him closer in, though your greedy pussy sucked him in closer than you did with just your legs. “Greedy tonight, huh? I’ll take good care of you, baby.” A smile finding its way onto his lips, Shanks leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours, nudging his dick against your walls as he adjusted himself so he could place his hand beside your head.

“I’m gonna move now, hold on.” And so you did, wrapping your arms and legs around Shanks as he began to thrust into you, not impatiently, not lazily, but as slow as he could be, reaching deep inside of you, staring lovingly into your eyes as his lips parted, a soft moan erupting from his mouth and slipping into yours. “You feel so good.” You shuddered, kissing his lips as you moaned into his mouth. Shanks grunted, catching your lips with expertise, fucking into you a little faster, a lewd slapping noise sounding out through the room when your hips connected, spurring Shanks further on. He pushed your hips further into the mattress, bed frame squeaking from the repeated motions while he kept fucking you.

Each time he fully sheathed himself inside of you, you moaned desperately into his mouth, as did he when he felt you clench him, breathy groaning muffled into your mouth as he pounded his hips into yours, your thighs jiggling as he sped up, you dipped into the mattress only to gently spring back up, your pussy clenching him so tightly it felt like it was swallowing Shanks’ cock whole. With one more thrust, you felt the rope in your stomach begin to fray, a girly moan slipping past your lips, eyes rolling back into your head while Shanks kept his rhythm, pulling away from your kiss to admire your face, eyes trailing down to your body, your stomach, hips, thighs, god, he loved your thighs.

Lips darting to his, you crashed your lips back onto Shanks’ own, your orgasm building further, the last time he actually had time to fuck you must have been three weeks ago, and you had almost forgotten how heavenly he was in bed.

“Gonna cum… Ah…” You moaned into Shanks’ lips, grabbing his red-hair, bucking your hips up into his, doing just about everything to chase that high that you needed so bad, you wanted to show him just how much you loved him in this very moment, and what better way to do that than to cum on his dick? More moans poured past your lips, until everything boiled over, your legs locked Shanks in place, cunt spasming over his cock so intensely it felt agonizing, but the sensation was merely pure pleasure, and everything exploded at just the right time, making you moan so loud you were sure the whole crew would wake.

You whined, feeling Shanks still for a moment, his cock twitching ever so slightly inside of your gooey walls, a ring of cream forming around the base while your pussy couldn't decide whether to suck Shanks deeper in, or to push him out. “Where do you want me to cum, baby? Your thighs?” You had almost forgotten that Shanks didn't have a condom on, not a very smart move, but it wasn't like you could reverse time. “Thighs.” You managed to breathe out, yelping when Shanks began to thrust inside of you again, fast and sloppier this time, before he grunted loudly, moaning as he pulled out, jerking himself off a few times before shooting his load onto your thighs, a bit splattering onto the sheets. He sighed, wiping his hand off on his pants, pulling them up, and laying ontop of you.

“I love you so much. You're so, so, so beautiful. Who cares about your stretch marks, anyways? I say you're sexier with ‘em.” He giggled, wiggling his brows.

“I’m not ever gonna find anybody better than you, because nobodys better than you. You're the only woman I have eyes for.” You were about to talk to him a little more, but he was already fast asleep, snoring loudly.

“Old man.” You giggled, pulling a blanket over you two so you could fall back asleep.

[whisperingmidnights]

7 feysand x reader (but it’s the universe from that one thing about the hewn city reader and the secret baby)

Ooooo I liked this one.

7.) silent fury

Whore.

That's what the lords had called you when they found out whose babe you'd carried. It wasn't enough to cast you out or for your family to close their doors to you. The distasteful look your father had given you once he found out you were bedding their half-breed High Lord still left a foul taste in your mouth.

But you hadn't expected the cold, silent fury that stole across Rhysand's face when their hateful words got back to him. Or the way your father's blood had fallen like mist upon the marble tile in the throne room, all that remained of him once that fury had been given form. The scent of iron lingers in your nose even now, mingling with the smell of the rose cream Feyre rubs into your belly. She says it helps with the stretchmarks and itching, but you're not convinced it will work.

This boy is taking up too much space already, and you're nowhere near to your due date yet. It doesn't help that her own belly is still small and perfect, despite being the one who has given birth before. Two babes born this close together is surely an exercise in insanity. They should have let you leave when you tried. At least no one would have had to die then.

"Are you feeling better?" Feyre asks, screwing the cap back on to the tub of cream.

"A little," you murmur, grateful she didn't mention your embarrassing fainting spell in the throne room. A cold breeze caresses your forehead, chasing the heat from your skin.

"No one will speak ill of you again."

"Not publicly." You know what kind of gossip occurs in the salons held by rich, bored aristocrats. It doesn't matter what they say, so long as it doesn't reach Rhysand's ears. Apparently, he's feeling rather protective of his second son. "What they do in private doesn't matter, so long as I don't have to hear about it."

"You never have to go back there. Not if you don't want to."

"I imagine I'll be too busy to consider it for a while." Your hands stretch over your belly, feeling the boy shifting restlessly beneath your skin. He has to be your priority now. You agreed to stay so he might know the rest of his family. Your relationship with Rhysand and Feyre...well...that will be addressed later, when you're not feeling quite so raw.

[wannabefatplease]

Recent horny ramblings:

weight gain is just so fucking attractive, one of my favorite things might be the aspect that, you slowly start to see someone get fatter. You get to see all the changes that take place, you get to see the clothes get tighter and harder to put on, you get to see the stretchmarks and jiggle, you get to see and feel the lack of physical health, you get to notice all the small slightly embarrassing things that go into being fatter. And it’s all just so hot, even if it’s someone trying to pull their shirt that’s gotten too small over their belly, seeing them get to that point does something to me

I love those gains where you don’t see someone for a few years and when you see them again, they’ve just exploded in size, becoming so noticeably overweight. I need that to be me in a few years tbh, I need someone pushing me to that level daily, all while I do the same to them. I need to see what a few years of unchecked gluttony and constantly giving in with someone would do to my body and theirs

I need a life with someone where we go to bed after cumming, so full and heavy, and wake up next to each other and immediately start playing with each others fat and force feeding each other gainer shakes. A never ending cycle of gluttony and pleasure.

And finallyyy

I need to hear yalls 10 step plans to slowly corrupt me and make as fat as you, and gain just as much with you. Please actually dm me or tell me your plans, I will genuinely fucking melt 🥵😵‍💫

[laswells-ashtray]

this is the rant of someone tired and pissed off so it shall probably be gone by some time tomorrow morning.

but anyway, sick of people hating fat people. sick of being surrounded by size fours who constantly ask the biggest people they know if they look fat and then tell those plus size people about the absolute disgust they feel about ever being that person's size.

im also fucking sick of the way people write fat characters or tiptoe around writing them. if you only write "chubby characters" who's entire being revolved around being a healthy weight, but oh dear God, she has thick thighs... how will she survive... or a fat character, actually fuck that, any character with a little meat on their bones and all you can write about is how much they hate that about themselves. they have to be insecure and their weight has to be a point of contention then fuck you. you're a shitty writer, there i said it.

just because a character is anything but a skinny person or someone with a muscular build it doesn't give you the write to reduce them down to someone who hates themselves for it.

write fat characters who're happy. give me a plus-size woman who wears shorts under her dresses so that her thighs don't chafe to the point of bruising. a fat character with stretchmarks and cellulite who doesn't give a shit about it. give me a fat guy who overheats easily and sweats like fuck but who actually cared about such a human quality because bodies aren't something to be embarrassed about.

coming from a fat bitch who's spent a life time listening to people's utter hatred at the thought of even looking like me, yeah I don't fucking like it either but if you can't help but reduce a fictional fucking character down to their weight and how that's a sore spot for them then you're an asshole.

daily reminder that if you like any of my Laswells content then Sarah Laswell is a big woman who's riddled with stretchmarks and cellulite that she doesn't give a fuck about. she sweats like, to quote my grandmother, a hooker in church when she overheats. her thighs have chafed to the point of bleeding, and she whined to Kate about it for days. she isn't skinny and she is very happy in her own fucking skin. and her wife loves her because I feel that important to mention.

[bredstick]

Artist! Male reader x Architect! Kaveh

You draw Kaveh as one of your frienchgirls~

NSFW! SoftDom!Kaveh x Sub!Reader

During these 3 months of dating Kaveh, he has already grown accustomed to you asking him if he could pose for you, show you his pretty delicate hands, and in general his face. He was your official muse.

But he wasn't thinking ahead of time, what else you'd like him to show you to fulfill your, specifically said, anatomy knowledge.

When you came to Kaveh's place stressed from work, all you wanted to do is lay in your lover's arms all night. But you also wanted to ask the big question that you weren't sure when the right time would be for it, but you were impatient. "Would you please undress for me?" sounds a bit perverted, while even telling him about you wanting to draw his body makes you quite concerned that he'd be creeped out by the idea. But you were ready to risk it all, Kaveh is understanding and it wouldn't be a problem, would it?

When you made up your mind, you opened the bedroom door and upon seeing those bright red eyes, there was no way nervousness wouldn't crawl through your body. You felt sweat forming in your clutched fist, your throat closing up as Kaveh looked at you with a gentle smile, happy you came to visit him. You see, he gave you another spare key so you can come to his place freely- it took a while to convince Al Haitham to trust you with the access to their home though.

You slowly walked over to him, trying to hide your nervousness by smiling back, sitting down on his bed and letting out a big sigh. Kaveh looked at you intently, sitting at his desk with many architectural blueprints, leaning back against his chair. "How are you? There seems to be something troubling you." He says in a soft tone, fiddling with his fingers.

"Ah, it's nothing! It's just been a very tiring day for me so far.." you look away, a slight blush coating your cheeks. You were always easy to read, Kaveh thought. Deciding to know more about the true intention of your actions, he stood up from his desk and stood right infront of you, his hands on his waist.

You look up at him, feeling even more nervous by the proximity of your bodies, unable to speak at all. The most you did with Kaveh in these past couple of months was hold hands and kiss, but nothing else other than supporting eachother's lives. You weren't sure how to take a more intimate approach.

"Tell me, it can't be that bad. I hope you're not keeping anything from me!" he says, slightly pouting while looking down at you. You looked down again, your cheeks burning with embarrassment, as you mumble out your question; "Can... can you help me out with anatomy practice...?" your voice was shaky as you spoke, looking at his feet. There was a moment of silence engulfing the room, making it seem like he hasn't said a word in hours until he softly spoke up;

"Why didn't you tell me sooner? I'll always help you with your practices, no matter how embarrassing the pose may be," he chuckled lightly, looking down at you with a slight blush on his cheeks. He kneeled down, looking into your eyes as he mumbled; "Just tell me what to do. If you need any part of my clothing removed, I'll do it." Kaveh was always the one who was passionate about art, why were you even nervous?

Your stomach has never had this many butterflies floating around, looking into his eyes excitingly as you gripped your sketchbook on the bed, smiling up at him as you opened up your sketchbook.

-

Kaveh is now sprawled against his white silk bedsheets, almost naked if it weren't for his boxers. He looked like sleeping beauty, his little stretchmarks across his hips glowing and his soft pecs and milky toned skin, not to mention his soft pinkish nipples begging to be touched, all on display for you and you only to draw every curve and outline of his body. Your mind was racing, looking at every inch of his body, praying to god that you can imprint it into your brain forever.

"Tell me when you're done, I've thought about a pose you might like." he told you while fiddling with his boxer strap. You were too busy drawing to realise how innapropriate that sounds, humming in concentration, sitting on the bed next to him.

When you were done, you looked up at him with a smile, turning your aketchbook around to show the drawing you were very much proud of- your innocent smile dropped when you locked eyes with his- his pupils blown wide as he looked at you, biting his lip anxiously.

Your heart started beating faster, immediately realising why he was looking at you like that. Your stomach was doing backflips, trying to control yourself. "...Why aren't you saying anything?" you mumble, blush spreading across your cheeks by the sudden silence.

Kaveh sat up close to you, kooking at the drawing closely. He blushes a deep shade of red, observing every pencil stroke carefully. "You're an excellent artist, the details are perfect- and you did it in such short time!! How long has it been? Twenty minutes??" I guess he snapped out of his previous mood, you thought, as you smiled at him thanking him for the compliments.

Suddenly he took your sketchbook out of your hands, carefully putting it on his nightstand. As your face contorted into confusion, he kissed you softly.

As you were opening your mouth in protest of you not processing it at all, he quickly shoved his tongue down your throat. The sounds of heavy breaths and soft moans filled his bedroom, as he slowly pushed you down, hovering over you, not breaking the heated kiss.

Once you fully processed the situation, heat started to spread across your body, knowing what Kaveh wants. This is the first time you'll do it together. It makes you a bit nervous, but you trust him.

As you two break the kiss for some air, he looks at you softly, holding your hand as he whispers; "Do you want to... take the next step? Tell me,.." he waited in anticipation, seeing you nod loosely, "Say it please, I want you to be completely sure." "Yes," you said quickly, the nervousness taking over you yet again.

-

Your loud moans were heard all across his room, biting your hand to shut yourself up as every part of your body was flushed in embarrassment, your legs spread wide open with Kaveh inbetween them, fingering you skillfully.

"You're taking 2 of my fingers so well dear," he looked down at your face, gripping one of your thighs, "Can you take three for me darling?" he says slowly, your dick twitching at his words, Kaveh rubbing your tip in a circular motion. You were so immersed in the pleasure that all you could do was say a couple of words mushed up together- he slowly added another finger, causing you to whimper softly, feeling more needy every dying second of the experience. At this point you didn't care how needy you sound, so all you were mumbling about was you needing him inside of you. Kaveh found this quite adorable, looking down at you with a smirk and kissing your neck, suddenly biting down and stroking your cock quicker.

"Puh-please!! Please- hnn.." you muffled out nonsense as a big wave of pleasure danced across your body, pulling Kaveh closer by hugging his hips with your legs, making his obvious erection rub against your ass as he whimpered slightly.

As he finally put it in, he waited for a moment waiting for your plea to start moving- eventually bottoming out and gripping your hips tightly. He kept thrusting fast then slow, trying to find a good rhythm- which you weren't even focused on. You were focused on his chest, going up and down as his pretty and soft looking nipples were encouraging you to touch them- to make them swollen.

Kaveh let out a loud gasp as he picked up his pace, your mouth working wonders on his left nipple and fondling with the other, occasionally letting out whimpers and moans yourself. This is heaven, you thought, arching your back and making him hit your prostate several times as you release his nipple- he hugs you tightly, burying his face into your neck letting out high pitched whines as his hips started to lose their pace, signalling that his orgasm is near.

You grip his blonde locks as tears start forming in your eyes, whining his name repeatedly as both of you came undone at the same time, your breaths rigid as he was still buried inside of you and holding you tight, not letting you go.

He props himself up on his elbows, looking at you with pure adoration;

"You're so incredibly divine," he exclaims, and starts thrusting into you again as you take a sharp breath from the overstimulation, gripping his forearms in protest. "I-I wanna ride you please- I wanna draw you from underneath me," you breathed out, making Kaveh slightly flustered as he pulled out of you, allowing you to go on top.

The whole night consisted of both of you trying out different positions, while you got the best anatomy practice drawings you'll ever need- maybe they can be used for the time your boyfriend is on a long trip away from you~

[miguel-owhora]

thinking about price owning a couple of toys, ones that make him shake and squirt, ones that he uses to stretch himself open and gape his pretty hole. it's all fine and dandy until you stumble upon them - and though you have an established relationship with price, he's never told you about them - and so you decide to do something about them.

when you catch price all alone, you act as you usually do: tugging him close by his waist, letting your hand splay over his tummy and prodding at the pretty stretchmarks, leaning down to kiss his jawline as he gruffs about something, probably busy with finishing up a report or something. he smells of tobacco and his cologne and his rich musk - he smells familiar.

you kiss his neck and murmur, "you didn't tell me ya had your own toys, john," in a low murmur that could pass off as a subtle growl. you smile when you feel him stiffen and tighten your hold on him.

and after some back and forth, with price getting increasingly flustered, you tell him: "how about we go back and you show off your pretty toys for me... or, i'll throw them away." and though embarrassed, price is more than willing to show them off and put on a little private show for you.

[let-me-fill-you]

Bi m/f couple who finally decide to pull the trigger and have that mmf threesome they've been talking about. (Un)fortunately for them, their mysterious third ends up being supernaturally virile and seductive. What started out as an introductory and experimental session ends with both of them comatose and nursing cum bellies, her womb and his colon completely stuffed full of his concrete-thick seed with their benefactor disappearing into the night. As the weeks go by, both of them start to exhibit pregnancy symptoms, though both of them chalk his up to couvade syndrome. Nauseous, sore, and more than a little insecure about how his girlfriend is likely carrying the strangers baby, his and her world is turned upside down when an ultrasound reveals he's growing their breeders baby inside his guts too. Their pregnancies progress, hers is perfect as she enjoys every second of it, the baby kicks cutely as if on cue, and she glows and feels fantastic while his, due to its supernatural nature, is miserable and embarrassing. Remodeling organs that weren't meant for reproduction into such means his guts loudly protest their state, gurgling and bubbling loudly as they stretch to accommodate both the growth of his unnatural womb and the painful constant thrashing of the spawn fighting for space inside him. Angry red stretchmarks on his sloshing lopsided torpedo belly, contrast with her flawlessly smooth spherical bump. They support and find each other irresistible in their states, the girlfriend especially supportive as she guides him through his changing body as his hips painfully widen and pecs bloat into prematurely milking udders. As they both go overdue, with no induction techniques working, they realize the cock that put them in this state is the only way to get them out of it

👀 Oh, this is a beautiful scenario~ Partners pregnant together, thanks to a mysterious inhuman third - with internal remodeling to boot! And it's arduous and noisy, as it should be~ But what a sweet twist, that hers is easy unlike her hubby's 💕 She's such a good girl for taking care of her growing man, while she herself is pregnant~ By the end, I imagine he looks every bit as maternal as his girlfriend, albeit far more wretched looking -- but she too would get uncomfortable before long, as their pregnancies continue along without their breeder's intervention... who might even be counting on it, watching from the shadows as they blow up further and further, increasingly dependant on each other and desperate~~

[charliegyrth]

Fatter for the Wedding - Part 7 of 12

An Unbelievable Number

Read Part 6 here.

The next month sped by without any changes to my diet or (lack of) exercise. Simon had originally made a two-week meal plan, and when it was done, we just repeated the same schedule. Because my capacity had grown, I no longer needed the shakes to help ease my stomach pain, but I kept drinking them anyway.

I’d become addicted to them. I started waking up multiple times throughout the night just to drink them from the nightstand. (Simon kept our bedroom well-stocked.) In the daytime, I’d down at least two between meals. Simon was in charge of refilling them, so I lost track of how many I finished each day.

During this time, we almost never left the house. We went to the movies twice. We walked (very slowly) around the block a couple times. But otherwise, I stayed at home. Simon did all the shopping himself and we never had the need to go out to restaurants. (I’d become an extremely sloppy eater, and I didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of people.)

But in the few instances where I was out in public, no one really paid attention to me. No one ogled my hot body or secretly glanced over in my direction. I was just an ex-jock now. A guy with a handsome face and a beer gut.

Exactly what I wanted.

While my size didn’t drastically change during this time, my features definitely did. My soft pecs had finally changed shape, drooping into moobs. My waist sprouted love handles, which Simon loved to play with. My hips and ass widened a bit more than I’d expected, making my (slower) stomach gains appear less impressive.

(Simon explained to me that I was destined to be pear-shaped if I kept gaining. I had mixed feelings about that.)

But the biggest change, the one that I definitely didn’t like, was the sudden addition of cellulite. And it wasn’t just on my ass. It was all around my upper legs, tiny dips and lumps that I found deeply unattractive. I guess those were better than stretchmarks (which I thankfully didn’t have), but I really didn’t like them.

The only part of me that hadn’t changed was my face. Every morning, I checked to see if my cheeks had widened or my chin had softened, but they hadn’t. I zoomed a couple times with my coworkers and a few family members, but they had no idea that I was fat now.

One morning, while I ate breakfast burritos in bed and Simon played with the brand-new rolls on my sides, he asked me a surprising question: “Honey, would you like to weigh yourself now?”

“Sure,” I said.

My casualness surprised him. What was he expecting from me? Excitement? Nervousness?

He grabbed the scale from the back of the closet and brought it to the side of the bed. I finished my last burrito and sat up. It took me a couple tries to stand up. I lumbered toward the scale, feeling my hips wobble just a bit more than they had yesterday.

Simon stopped me before I could step on.

“What?” I asked.

He seemed surprisingly nervous. “Well, you haven’t weighed yourself since we started, and I… Um, I want you to prepare yourself in case the number… surprises you.”

“Don’t worry, Simon. Even if it hasn’t changed that much, I won’t get upset. I look different, and that’s what’s important, right?”

“Um, how much do you think you weigh now?”

I thought for a second. When Simon had told me not to focus on any specific number, I took that advice to heart. I really hadn’t thought about it. “I don’t know. Would it be overambitious to think I’ve passed 200?”

He was speechless. Maybe I’d gone too high.

“Look, I’ll be fine with whatever. It took me a full year of my gym routine to build 30 pounds of muscle on my model body, and that took a lot more effort than just sitting around and eating. I have a belly now. And a fat ass. So that’s something. But I still haven’t gotten my double chin. So I’m going to guess… 205?”

He flinched at the number. “Okay. Let’s, um, let’s see.”

I stepped on the scale. The numbers took a second to settle, and when they finally did…

“247 pounds?” I shouted. I did the math in my head. That couldn’t be right. “How could I have gained 75 pounds?”

“Maybe a pound or two less than that,” he said. “You have to subtract the weight from the burritos and last night’s lasagna.”

“Seventy. Five. Pounds.”

He grabbed me by my fleshy hips and guided me off the scale.

“But… but my chin.”

“I know. Usually that’s the first place to soften. You’re one of the lucky ones, I guess. The fat… builds elsewhere.”

“Do I really look 75 pounds bigger?”

“Well, yeah. Don’t you think so?”

Of course I didn’t. Sure, I felt heavy, and most of my body swayed around more, but I didn’t look that big. “Are you sure the scale’s right?”

“I am.” But just to prove it, he stepped on: 158 pounds, same as always. “Come with me.”

He took me to the mirror, where we stood side-by-side. I’d looked at my reflection plenty of times before, but now I was forcing myself to really look. Not at each individual change, but at my body as a whole.

I was obese.

My thighs were wide and lumpy. My gut was pure fat. My pecs had drooped into full-on tits. And my muscle-less arms were thicker than they’d ever been. And with my thickened hips, I no longer looked broad-shouldered. I’d gone from V-shaped to… I don’t know, diamond shaped?

“Honey, have you really not looked at yourself?”

“I have!” I said, feeling my eyes pucker up. I wasn’t crying, but I felt like I was about to. “I just… I didn’t…”

“I thought you knew,” Simon said. “I’ve literally told you every time I noticed something change.”

“Yeah. You did.”

“And you’ve felt the changes.”

“Yeah.” Now I was crying.

“Oh, honey.” He wrapped me in a hug, my body squishing against him. “I worried about this. We can stop if you want. We can…”

“No,” I muttered, feeling the tears slide down.

“We can… ease up a bit?”

“No.”

He let go. “Then why are you crying?”

“Because I love it. I love how I look.”

Read Part 8 here. You can find all my stories here. And you can also read the full ebook of this story (plus a bonus story) on Amazon.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unexpected 50

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, pegging, Lloyd being the worst, post partum, csection, suicidial ideation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your promise to Lloyd is empty. You have no great urge to see Andy again. You’re embarrassed at the thought. Even a bit guilty as you accept that any sliver of excitement he brought to you has flown away. The return of your husband drags you back down to earth in the most desolating way.

You swipe away another notification. You don’t know how to reply to Andy. It doesn’t seem right to tell him over a text. Still, you can’t bring yourself to face him. Your last two conversations haven’t been exactly productive. How many times can you tell him this was never meant to be anything more than sex?

That’s when you feel rotten. You used him the same way you’ve been used. Just a release, a thing to make you feel better about yourself. Worse, he’s a widower. He’s lost so much already and now you’re toying with him. That’s hardly fair.

You sit with Luna on the floor. Getting down there was hard enough and you don’t want to ponder how you’ll get back up. She lays on her mat, raising her head to look around. She’s still needy but you see her changing. Maybe she sees the same in you with how she stares at you.

There’s a knock at the door. You brace yourself. You already know it isn’t Lloyd, he would just barge in. You know he hasn’t changed at all. Luna’s head bobbles as she tries to look around and you call for whoever it is to enter.

“Hey, we goin’ on that walk?” Harlen asks as he enters, already half-dressed for the dipping temperature. You notice the metallic red thermos in his hand, “I was hopin’ to get out.” He present the capped container, “got us some hot chocolate even.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet,” you make yourself smile, “yeah, that might be a good idea.”

“Here, let me help,” he sets the thermos down and crosses the room, offering his hand to haul you up.

“Go on, get ready,” he bids as he grunts, bending to pick up Luna from the floor, “oh, she gettin’ heavy.” He stands straight, “I need the workout anyhow.”

“I have a suit for her. Thermal,” you explain as you search the dresser against the nursery wall. The last few nights you’ve spent sleeping in the glider chair, your own fortress in a castle not your own.

“You let me worry about that,” he nears, rocking Luna in one arm as he takes the insulated outfit from you, “go get something warm on. You gotta take care of you too.”

You look at him. You nod. He’s the only man you can’t bring yourself to argue with, maybe because he’s the only one who’s ever really cared. You love that about him but it makes you think of your own dad and how he would rather his flask than to spend a single birthday with you.

“Right,” you surrender, “I won’t be long.”

You leave the nursery and head down to the guest room. The door is already unclasped but you don’t think much of it until you enter. You find Lloyd sat on the foot of the bed with the little crescent moon toy Luna likes so much. His eyes flick up as you sigh.

You ignore him and go to the closet. You take out an old sweatshirt and dig out some jeans from a drawer. You feel him watching you. You hear him get up and come closer as you take out a pair of wool socks.

“Gonna be Christmas soon enough…” he says.

“Oh shut up,” you snarl.

It’s his turn to sigh. He angles around to stand beside you, facing you, and puts the toy on the dresser. You walk away from him and he follows you towards the bathroom door. The very idea of him seeing how he ravaged your body, the stretchmarks and the loose skin, repulses you. You won’t give him that victory.

As you try to close the door in his face, he forces his foot between it and the frame, “you have to talk to me eventually. She’s my daughter. I have a legal right–”

“Why did you come back? I know it’s not because of her,” you lean on the door. He’s just as strong as ever. If he really wanted to, he could overpower you.

“You,” he says. “I was always going to come back–”

“No, no, no. Lloyd, enough lies. It’s over. You know that. Whatever made you want me, I’m not it anymore. So whoever you were out fucking, go back to them. You won’t get anything from me.”

“I didn’t–”

“Fuck. Off.”

You stomp his toe and he recoils. You take the opportunity to slam the door and flip the lock into place. You keep your hand on the door and catch your breath. You hear him on the other side, lingering, the friction of his touch dragging down the other side.

“Peaches…” he says.

You scoff and push away. You go to the counter and put down the armful of clothes. You look at yourself in the mirror. You don’t even feel bad for yourself, you feel worse that Luna has to call someone like him a father.

🍑

You meet Harlan downstairs. He has Luna bundled up and helps you get her strapped into the baby carrier that hooks over your shoulders. It’s much easier than the stroller, if not a bit of a strain on your back.

He tucks the thermos into the large pocket of his coat and opens the door for you. He trails you outside into the brisk air of late autumn. The chill nips at your cheeks and nose as you adjust Luna’s hood to make sure she’s cozy.

“Thanksgiving soon. Dot was talkin’ bout it,” he says as you walk down the long driveway, “she talkin’ a lot lately. Driving me a bit crazy.”

“Oh,” you raise your brows dully. You haven’t said much to her. You resent her for all those weeks of sticking up for her son and her tune hasn’t changed, “yeah, maybe… get a turkey.”

“Ha, come on, what are we gon’ do? Sit down for a family dinner? She just wants peace but she won’t acknowledge the battle,” he puffs as he takes out the thermos and untwists the cap. “Here?”

He offers you a drink first. You stop awkwardly to sip from the brim and thank him. He takes a gulp of his own and hums.

“Not too bad,” he comments, “was of a mind to add some whiskey but we’ll save that for later.”

You chuckle and shake your head. You set off down the sidewalk, keeping a hand on the bottom of the carrier as you make slow progress. It’s the sort of cold that wakes you up. It reminds you of the day you met Lloyd and you scowl. A year. More than.

As you come to the end of the street, someone turns the corner. You don’t pretend to be surprised as Andy approaches. He wears a navy cap, his hair poking out from the hem, and his cheeks are rosy above his thick beard. He smiles as he nears, even as his eye twitches.

“Morning,” he greets brightly, “how’s little Luna?”

You slow as he glances at the baby in her harness. You sway with her as she babbles.

“She’s good,” you answer as Harlan clears his throat. You sniff as you try to roll the tension out of your shoulders, “oh, Andy, this is my… dad, Harlan. Harlan, Andy. The neighbour.”

“Sir,” Andy smiles and offers his hand, “nice to meet you. You must be so proud of your daughter. And granddaughter. A beautiful pair, huh?”

“Beaming,” Harlan shakes his hand gruffly, “couldn’t ask for anything better.”

“Well, uh, I was actually gonna pop in. I found some more baby stuff and thought maybe you could use it,” Andy rescinds his hand, tucking it in his jacket pocket. “I could watch Luna if you want. Give you some time off.”

“Oh, Andy, that’s sweet but… I got all the help I need,” you peek over at Harlan. “I appreciate everything but I hate to take advantage of your kindness.”

“It’s no problem. Really. I don’t mind,” Andy insists, only girding himself as his eyes flit to Harlan and he squares his shoulder, “just putting it out there.”

“I’ll… I’ll keep you in mind,” you utter awkwardly.

Harlan’s silent. You don’t have the courage to look at him. You can feel the tension radiating off of him. He’s shielded in that cool stoicism that once made you feel so small.

“Well, you know my number,” Andy shrugs, “I’m sure you can figure out how to reply to my texts,” he steps forward, gazing at Luna as he coos, surprising you as he bends to kiss the top of her head, “buh bye, Luna.” He grins, his eyes meeting yours as he stands at his full height, “pretty, just like mommy.” He nods and looks past you to Harlan, “try to stay warm out here.”

Andy struts past as you step aside. You hesitate before you continue on, quiet as Harlan lets a hum roll up his throat. He clucks and cranes to peer over his shoulder.

“That’s him?” He asks. You can only nod, staring down in shame. “Ah, well… you keep space from him… for yourself. Man’s got something ‘bout him…. Something off.”

“I… I’ve been ignoring him so…”

“No, no,” Harlan intones, “no, ain’t nothing ‘bout you.”

You stroll on, the uneasiness in his timbre crawling over you in goosebumps. You look down at Luna and run your hand up the back of the carrier, embracing her a little closer. Andy could be a little overbearing but he’s harmless, right?

[readychilledwine]

Plus Size Elain Headcanons

Warnings - Half naked bodies. I've been asked to add this warning when it applies

A/n - Ah! Posted before I remembered to add this. I have received so many requests for this headcanon. I hope I did it justice.

✨️Body Headcanons Masterlist✨️

Throughout history, plus size women have been signs of wealth, fertility, beauty, and good health. Even in modern-day times, the plus-size figure is the norm and desirable in many cultures.

When we look into history at statues meant to bring blessings of fertility, you notice a female statue with large breasts, large stomachs, and typically a bit of a booty or fuller hips. Fertility statues are considered sacred, beautiful, and worshipped in religions all around the world. They are representations in many places of the ideal female body, not just pregnancy.

We see this similar theme in the Goddess of Love, Beauty, and fertility across religion. From the birth of Venus to the modern-day art of Oshun, to carvings of Lakshmi, it is still very popular to see these Goddesses depicted with a fuller figure, softer stomach, and hips.

During the dark ages, the plus-size figure was the standard of beauty for other reasons. It meant you were wealthy and could afford to eat. Daughters and wives of wealthy men were lusted after for the symbolism of money and power their fuller figures created. That brings me to Elain.

I firmly believe Elain at her happiest is plus size. Soft curves, a belly, and ass for days, Elain isn't ashamed or embarrassed by her full figure. Not when she knows what we all should: Curves, no matter how big or small, are sexy, and not when she knows it is a symbol of her papa's wealth and later Rhysand's, then Lucien or Azriel's, whichever you prefer.

I do firmly believe Elain would have a gentle hourglass figure as a plus-size woman. She would be a proportional plus-size woman, mainly because SJM would write her that way to match the image of perfection.

I also firmly believe Elain is rocking a booty. Big booties have always been sexy. Sir Mix a Lot made a whole song out of it and people will pay for BBLs to achieve the big booty look Elain naturally gets to have.

When addressing the booty situation, think of all the squatting she is doing in the garden. Mama has thick thighs and perfect ass. That's why she can't wear pants. She put too many fae in the hospital by breaking their necks to look back at it.

Cellulite and stretchmarks are also a thing on plus-size Elain's body. And if it's Lucien or Azriel, those dimples and scars are loved and cherished. They're signs of her happiness and security in herself. Signs that starvation didn't win. I imagine both of them as the types of males to trace them, whispering how beautiful she is and how sexy they find her.

I very much picture plus-size Elain as an Ashley Graham like figure. Ashley Graham, in my opinion, is one of the most beautiful women in the world. Her long hair, her face card, her curves. But most importantly, her confidence. Elain would be so confident in her plus-size body that you can not help but see her as this ethereal creature.

[alexandy99]

I want to eat off your tummy and out of your bellybutton

Pretty curious who sent this one lol, a shy little deviant who would be embarrassed if everyone knew they wanted to eat off a fat girl’s belly. Let me spray sweet whipped cream across my stretchmarks so you can lick it all off the lines. I’ll put some in my belly button for you to lap up, but you are going to need to do a VERY thorough job cleaning it up with your tongue.

[angelicnymph]

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Suguru went to work this morning while you had a day off today. You woke up around 9am, had breakfast, showered and did the laundry for you and Suguru. After half an hour, you decided to rearrange your wardrobe since you were bored. You started from the top shelf to the bottom, trying on every clothes you own.

To your surprise, many pants were too tight for you and you had to discard them eventhough you bought them around 2 years ago.

You were actually really skinny before until you joined Jujutsu High as a teacher last year due to Suguru and Shoko's incessant persuasion. You were a former student of the other Jujutsu school and after the completion of your studies, you were simply tired of the Jujutsu world so you decided to work a 9-5. You were met with Kento at work who was also a former Jujutsu student. Eventually both you and Kento quit your 9-5 and upon Kento's invitation, you visited Jujutsu High of Tokyo where Nanami studied. You were surprised to know that Shoko, your childhood bestfriend was there. Kento being a brother figure to you was the one to introduce you to the rest.

At first when you were first introduced to Suguru, you two were like dogs and cats until you were requested to pair with him on a dangerous mission by Principle Yaga. The mission was a bonding experience for both of you allowing you both to confess to each other.

Upon completion of the mission, Suguru asked you to join Jujutsu High as a teacher like him. At first you hesitated because you were always looked down due to your physique. You had a petite skinny frame which was a huge disadvantage to you in combat. The only reason you got in Jujutsu school was because of your immense curse energy. Your physique was your biggest weakness and that was one of the reason you left Jujutsu World for the corporate world which didn't do you good as well.

When Suguru came to know about that, he assured you that he'll help and protect you as much as he can. Since you joined Jujutsu High last year, you were actively training with Suguru. You both worked out regularly and he personally did your meal prep, count your calories and tracked your protein intake. He was kind of your personal gym coach.

Although you were finally reaching your goal and building your dream physique, you were quite insecure. Especially due to the fact that your old cute pants and shorts that you loved a lot and without forgetting the stretch marks on your thighs and ass cheeks.

You were standing in front of the mirror picking out your flaws with teary and glossy eyes when Suguru entered the room.

"Hello Princess, I'm bac-", he paused when he saw your teary faced.

"My love~", he said and sat on the bed and caught your wrist to pull you on his lap.

"Now tell me my love. Why was my babygirl crying? Did someone say anything to you?"

"No", you sniffed and hid your face in the crook of his neck, taking in his manly scent.

"It's just, I'm not used to this body. I- I've gained so many stretchmarks on my body"

You kept on rambling on and Suguru being a good listener, kept listening while caressing your thighs.

"Babe. Its completely normal to have stretchmarks. I've them too." He pulled off his black compression shirt to show you the stretchmarks on his well-sculpted boulder shoulders and a few on his inner chest.

You were somewhat comforted by your boyfriend but nevertheless the feeling was still there.

"BUT I've it on my ass", you whispered quietly.

"Oh yeah? Why don't you show me then?", he cocked an eyebrow.

You whined in embarrassment and hit his chest while he continued to look at you with a cocky smile and knead your thigh.

[dolcinos]

beachy alfred since summer is slowly coming up…

first of all, his trunks from last year have already grown small and straining. he can barely squeeze them up to his thighs. so, new ones…alfred would honestly wear his regular clothes to the beach if he could, would put on a baggy shirt and stretchy sweatpants. but he wants to swim! and he’s like, 500 pounds, he would overheat like hell. so he gets a new pair of very modest and knee length swim trunks, plus a swim shirt. never mind the fact that the shirt outlines every bit of pudge… he feels better not leaving his belly bare.

but just the trek up the dunes is a little too much exercise. a battle of its own to get from the sizzling pavement of the parking lot to the sand, as close to the sea as he can manage before he’s huffing too much. his flat sandals certainly don’t help the matter, his knees and ankles sore from climbing all the inclined sand hills.

then he’s rubbing sunscreen all over his sensitive skin. the pale rolls of his back and chest and belly and sides. smooth belly, stretchmarked lovehandles, his thick back folds, gotta get all of it! can’t have that soft skin burning!

which is when he decides to ditch the shirt to swim, because he realizes his overhang is peaking out from the bottom and can’t stay contained. it’s more embarrassing to have something this ill-fitting on than to let his gut and saggy moobs hang free.

several other beachgoers think he’s nude from the front, until they see his swimtrunks in the back…his belly just eclipses all the fabric of them in the front. many blushes ensue as he waddles his way to the water, wheezing a bit. he just hopes some kids won’t start jeering about his tits or something…

finally, though, the relief of the cool sea is worth it… he’s floating on his back and his belly is sticking up above the waterline so high. and…he’s definitely getting mistaken for a beached whale like this.