#michael jackson x plus-size!reader

[michaelsfavgirl]

chubby chaser

Pairing: Michael Jackson x plus-size!fem!reader

Synopsis: just mike having a strong preference for chubby women. <3

Word Count: 1k

Requested: yes/no (one of you gave me an idea for this a while back)

Author’s Note: this is for my fellow softies! love y'all

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This man has been into fuller women all his life.

He cannot quite pinpoint when this so-called preference began, yet he vividly remembers his entire family teasing him about it.

Once, during his childhood, he stumbled across a pinup magazine featuring a drawing of a fat woman. Captivated, he quickly cut out the picture and tucked it neatly into his notebook. Each afternoon after school, this adorable fool would pull it out and stare at it, daydreaming instead of completing his homework.

The peace didn’t last long though. One day, his mother, Katherine, discovered the picture while tidying up. She chuckled, thinking it harmless, and set it conspicuously on his desk. That’s when chaos truly ensued. Marlon barged into the room unannounced, as was his habit, and immediately spotted it. Oh, it was over for little Mike. The relentless teasing that followed could fill a book.

“Damn, Mike, we didn’t know you were into fuller gals,” Jermaine said with exaggerated emphasis, holding the picture for the other brothers to see.

 “What’s this, Mike? Planning your future with Miss Chubby Cheeks?” Tito teased, grinning ear to ear. He was mortified, face burning red as his brothers howled with laughter. 

Naturally he got embarrassed from their teasing yet it didn't make him any less ashamed of what he was into. 

Always ran after the rounder girls in school.

It crushed him every time they turned him down.

Poor thing couldn’t comprehend that being into softer girls wasn’t mainstream.

As he grew older, his innocent admiration evolved into a more passionate, teenage longing.

His once puppy eyed stares grew more sinful as his hormones kicked in.

The urge to kiss soft, chubby cheeks turned into a desire to bury his face in full, ample tits and to grip meaty love handles. 

Every time a curvy girl walked by, his breath would hitch, his gaze following the hypnotic sway of wide hips and jiggling bellies.

But even in his late teens, the frustration mounted. Porn magazines, ubiquitous among his peers, featured nothing but slim women. Respect them though he did, they simply didn’t ignite his imagination. leaving him to rely on his thoughts , filthy thoughts might I add.

Often imagining a fuller girl astride him, her soft body bouncing as she rode him, her weight pressing him into the mattress. His fantasies would leave him fisting his stiff cock fast like a mad man.

As he moved onto his solo career, away from his brothers, he had to be very careful about his image. 

That's something both he and Frank agreed on, however that's not what Michael insinuated when it came to his dating life, or the type of women he wanted in his short films.

One such instance occurred during the production of the Thriller music video. Michael and his manager Frank DiLeo sat reviewing headshots of potential female leads.

“Hm, no, not this one,” Michael said, tossing aside yet another photo of a slender model.

Frank groaned, exhausted. “Michael, for God’s sake, this is the hundredth girl you’ve rejected. Pick someone so we can move on.”

Michael shrugged casually. “Hey, all these girls are cute, but I want it to be realistic.”

Frank gaped. “Realistic?! Michael, you’re playing a werewolf in this video!”

Michael sighed, annoyed. “Not that kind of realistic, Frank. If I’m supposed to give this girl a damn promise ring in the video, she should look like the kind of girl I’d actually give it to.”

Frank pinched the bridge of his nose. “Michael, we’ve been over this—”

Michael’s voice turned sharp, leaving no room for debate. “No, you’ve been over it. I’m not changing my mind. Either find me a softie, or I’ll find myself a new manager.” 

Thankfully, things often worked in his favor. 

Whenever he brought a curvy girl to set, no one batted an eye, assuming she was just a friend. 

No one noticed that these “friends” never appeared more than once, nor did they question why his hand always rested possessively on their plush hips.

He’d smirk, thanking god for how clueless people could be.

Of course, not everyone was oblivious. Karen, his longtime makeup artist, had clocked his preference long ago. 

She’d tried everything to seduce him—short dresses, red lipstick, flirty banter—but to no avail. 

One day, as she applied his makeup, she noticed his attention fixed elsewhere.

She followed his gaze, annoyed that he wasn't facing her, to see him staring intently at another makeup artist across the room, her round cheeks glowing as she did his back up dancers makeup.

“Do you know her, K?” he asked, still staring, eyes never straying away from her round features.

Karen’s lips thinned. “No,” she said curtly, jealousy simmering beneath her skin. It was then she understood the truth.

By the time interviewers began prying into his love life, the pattern was unmistakable.

Questions about his “hidden” relationships amused him.

He wanted to laugh every time someone asked why he was so secretive. Secretive? Hardly. The world’s ignorance was the real culprit. 

For years, he’d been openly hand-in-hand with his soft little muse, yet the tabloids never caught on.

Finally, he decided to just say ‘fuck it’ after marrying the love of his life in a beautiful secret ceremony. 

The second the wedding photos were released, chaos erupted. No one could stop gossiping about it.

“Did you see the photos?” one host exclaimed. “He married a curvy girl! I mean, she’s stunning, but no one saw this coming.”

 “I know, right?” another added. “I thought he’d end up with a model or actress, not someone so… chubby.”

Back at neverland, you lowered the TV volume and turned to him.

 “You know this isn’t going to blow over anytime soon, right?” you asked.

Michael smirked, pulling you into his arms. “Who said I wanted it to? I want the world to know you’re my pretty wife—nobody else’s.”

He pressed a line of kisses up your neck, pausing to playfully nibble at your soft double chin.

“Ow! Hey, I’m not food,” you giggled.

He raised a brow. “Oh really? Because you tasted real sweet this morning—” You silenced him with a hand over his mouth, his muffled laughter warming your heart.

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[whatever-lmaoo]

Make me a star

Summary: You’re giving Bucky a lap dance.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x curvy!reader (i had a plus size reader in mind but anyone can read it! I didn’t use many descriptive words pertaining to size💖)

CW: 18+ This is suggestive as hell(we get close to crossing that line but i didn’t so ig you could say it’s kind of smut, idk😭 ), implied sex, handcuffs, slight dom/sub dynamics, mentions of spanking at the end, I think that’s all but if i forgot anything please don’t hesitate to send me an ask or dm me💖[1.2k]

A/N: Firstly these cute line dividers were made by @firefly-graphics 🌸 I know the title sucks but I had no idea what to name this😭 This is my first time writing something even remotely suggestive, let alone whatever the hell is up under the cut, so I apologize if it’s not the greatest💖 The song I used for this fic is “Dirty Diana” by Michael Jackson. You don’t have to listen to it because it’s not a song fic, I just used a few lyrics. I hope you enjoy and constructive criticism or any nice comments are always appreciated🥹✨💗

After checking that the handcuffs are tight enough around Bucky’s wrists and positioning his hands behind his back doesn’t cause him any discomfort with his shoulder, you stand up and walk towards your dresser, picking up your glass and sipping your drink. “Was cuffing me necessary?” He says, tilting his head to the side, licking his lips slowly as he lets his eyes trail up and down your figure.

You smirk over the rim of your glass, admiring how the dim light from the candles makes his eyes look almost black. “We both know how touchy you get, and I’ll be damned if I let you ruin my gift to you. Plus, I enjoy seeing you all tied up for me.” Biting your lip, you send him a playful wink before heading to your nightstand.

Placing your cup on its surface, you pick up your phone and scroll through your playlist, searching for the perfect song. Your lips form into a smile once you’ve found it. You close your eyes and roll your shoulders back to release any leftover tension before pressing play and setting your phone back on the nightstand.

You turn around as the familiar intro of “Dirty Diana” plays through your speaker, meeting Bucky’s gaze, swaying your hips slightly as you stroll toward your lover sitting patiently in the middle of the room. He whistles as you glide one hand across your thigh to the hem of your robe, bringing it just high enough to cover what’s hidden underneath. Your other hand travels across your neck and down your curves as you roll your hips to the beat.

You trace your fingers up Bucky’s thigh, past his arm, and to his shoulder as you take your place behind him. You bring your other hand around his body, meeting them both in the middle of his abdomen before dragging them slowly up his chest. One hand dips inside his button-up while the other continues its path up the side of his throat and into his hair. You rake your nails against his scalp before tilting his head back gently and dipping your head into the crook of his neck, peppering kisses across the skin, nibbling on his pulse point before sucking it into your mouth.

The way he trembles beneath your touch and the deep moan he lets out sends an addictive sensation throughout your body. You give his hair one last tug before releasing him altogether; continuing your circle around his form, you glide your hand down his other arm, dragging the tips of your fingers over his thigh before stepping in front of him.

Bending over slightly, you put your hands on his knees, watching his eyes fall to the red lace outline of your lingerie that peeks out of your robe. You push his knees together, placing your legs on either side of him and sit on his lap. The sounds of a gasp and a groan fill the room as your heated core meets his jean-clad member.

You watch as his face contorts into one of realization as you continue to grind on his thighs, your wetness seeping into his pants. “Baby, are you not wearing any panties?” You didn’t think his eyes could get any darker, but somehow they did. “Even better,” you say, rolling your hips as you tug on the tie of your robe, releasing the knot and pulling it through the loops, revealing the pretty, crotchless number you’re wearing.

His mouth watering at the sight of your hardened nipples and barely covered pussy drooling over his thighs, begging for some attention. You chuckle at the sound of him struggling against the handcuffs. “Be a good boy and sit still,” you tease, wrapping the belt around his neck and twisting it around your left hand, bringing his upper body forward.

“I’ll be your night-lovin' thing,” you whisper against his neck. You move your head to hover over his head, your nose barely touching his, gripping his chin with your right hand and tilting it up. “I’ll be the freak you can taunt,” the glint of mischief in your eyes grows as you take his bottom lip between your teeth, sucking on the muscle and letting it go with a pop.

Releasing one end of the tie and throwing it carelessly to the side, you let go of Bucky’s chin. You stand on your knees, dragging your chest in front of his face, grinning as he darts his tongue out, licking a line across your breast, and you pull away just as his teeth grazes one of your peaked nipples.

You slide off his lap and slip off your robe, turning around to bend over so he can get a view of your glistening folds. “I’ll be your everything,” you bring your left hand to the back of his head as you sit in his lap again, grinding your ass back into his cock, dragging your hand to the side of his damp cheek.

Turning your heads to face each other, you look him in the eyes as you whisper, “If you make me a star,” against his lips before crashing your mouths together in a needy and lust-filled kiss, humming at the taste of strawberries and chocolate lingering on his tongue. You continue to move your hips as you swallow each other's moans; he sucks on your lower lip as you slowly pull away, needing to breathe, a line of saliva following you as he lets go.

Chest heaving as you rest your head on his shoulder, you shut your eyes and arch your back, wrapping your left hand around the nape of his neck. Bucky watches as you bring your other hand to your sternum, ghosting your fingers down the middle of your chest, passing your soft belly, and leading them to your aching clit.

Just as you’re about to reach your destination, you hear a growl come from the man underneath you and the chain of the cuffs snapping before you feel a warm hand gripping the inside of your thigh roughly while a cold one wraps around the heated skin of your throat. The contrasting temperature and firm hold he has on you sends you into a dizzying headspace, and a loud moan slips past your lips.

“I may have let you restrain me, but touching my pussy will always be off-limits, Doll.” Another moan escapes you, loving when he starts to get rough with you. “If it weren’t our anniversary, I’d spank your ass raw, but since it is, I guess that’ll have to wait until tomorrow.” He stands up and turns you around before lifting you in his arms, walking to your bed, and dropping you in the middle of it.

You move back until your head hits your pillow, spreading your legs as you watch Bucky slowly unbutton his shirt. “Happy anniversary, Baby,” you say, drooling at the sight of his toned abs. His pants and boxers go next, and you clench around nothing when he starts twisting his hand around his hard cock. Climbing on the bed, he hovers over you, kissing you passionately before pulling away slightly. “Happy anniversary, pretty girl. I hope you’re ready because I’m not stopping until you’ve got nothin’ left to sing.” A dangerous smirk grows on his face as he begins to make do with his promise.

[thrashyraccoon]

Patch (Eddie Munson x metalhead!reader)

Summary: You buy a Christmas present for Eddie.

Warnings: none.

The holidays were approaching and you were wondering what to buy your boyfriend as a gift. You didn't have much time because it was a week until Christmas. Your thoughts landed on Eddie's combat jacket as you remembered how many times he had praised your jacket and the number of patches on it. You're not surprised at all, his jacket was quite "naked" compared to yours, if I could put it that way, because it was decorated only with a few patches on the front and a few pins. There was absolutely nothing on the back. Focusing on this thought, you decided to go to a music store selling vinyl and cassettes in Hawkins. Due to the fact that it was the only music store, there were quite a lot of musical genres, from Michael Jackson to Black Sabbath. At first glance, it didn't look like they sold metal band patches there, but you've bought patches here a few times before. You saw the salesperson hiding them behind the counter because of the various customers milling around the store. You approached the salesperson and asked the classic question about patches. Despite the newer assortment, the selection wasn't too huge, but you finally decided on one large Dio patch from the album "The last of the line". You were lucky because of the larger ones there were only two patches. This one from Dio and the other from Metallica's album "Kill em all". You really liked the other one, but you only had money for a patch for Eddie. When you saw her, you knew this would be it. Eddie loves Dio very much, including this particular album, which the boy calls the best of the band's entire discography (even though it was 1984 and his discography was not large yet). You were already heading towards the entrance when you saw Eddie enter the same store. You packed this patch into your bag so quickly, not even knowing it was possible. When he saw you, he was as surprised and slightly stressed as you were at that moment.

“Hi, baby,” he gives you an awkward smile, “What are you doing here on this oh-so-cold day?”

"Well… I decided to go for a walk, see the… new assortment, but there's nothing interesting, you know," you answer him with a similarly awkward smile as his. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at band practice today?"

"I should, but we finished early today… but I had to… come get a present… for Wayne… you know… I wanted to buy… a vinyl record" you admit that you rarely see someone so awkward, but at this point you wanted to leave as soon as possible.

"Oh yeah? Well then I hope you find something."

"Me too…me too," he replies, looking away.

"You know, I'd like to talk to you more, but I still have to look for gifts for my parents, so you know…"

"I see, it was nice meeting you."

“I love you too,” you smile before giving Eddie a quick kiss on the cheek and walking towards the door. Jeez, you really were terrible at improvising.

…

A week passed and you were already at Eddie's. You decided to meet Eddie one day after Christmas at his place. Even though you suggested that the boy spend Christmas Eve together, Eddie insisted that he would rather spend the entire Christmas Eve with Wayne. You're not surprised because, after all, it's his closest plus, even though your parents accepted Eddie and already considered him their new son, your extended family, not necessarily. You were currently sitting on your boyfriend's bed with your eyes closed, waiting for him to let you know when you could open them.

"Okay, you can open it." you hear Eddie coming towards you. You open your eyes and see him holding a medium-sized red gift bag. "Happy Christmas".

You smile as you accept the gift. You bend down to give him a gift. "Merry Christmas, darling"

"So," he begins to say, "who unwraps first?"

"Maybe you?"

"No, I'd rather it be you." You start laughing and then say after a while

"Okay, why don't we unpack them together?"

"Actually, that's a good idea." You both start unwrapping your gifts from each other. You take a gift out of the bag and you see a patch, that patch you saw in the store a week ago, which makes you laugh, as does the metalworker sitting next to you.

"I can't believe we thought the same thing."

"I'm impressed too, honey," he says before giving you a kiss, "When I saw this patch, I thought it would be perfect for you. I know how much you love Metallica."

"I also made my choice based on how much you love Dio," you say, and then it dawns on you, "Wait… did you buy it the same day we met at the music store?"

"I guess so," he laughs, "We had good timing, it turns out."

"And you told me you were buying a present for Wayne, didn't you?" you say, feigning outrage, and you inhale dramatically. "Did you lie to me?"

"And you were just there to see the new range?" Eddie clearly gets your game and continues.

"Oh no, you can't avoid the answer, Munson," you laugh, climbing onto the boy's lap, stealing a passionate kiss from him.

"Well, turns out we're both liars, honey." he says, wrapping his arms around your waist, "what do we do with this fact?"

“Well…” you get off his lap, heading towards a nearby chair in his room where his combat jacket is, to which Eddie is slightly confused. "We can sew our new patches onto our jackets right away." You smile, tossing him the jacket.

"You know what?" he says, slightly resigned, but also amused, "Okay, you're in charge here, sweetheard."

I don't know if I'm satisfied with what I created, but this idea was in my head and since I wrote that I would write it, that's what I did. I know the holidays are over, but I can at least wish you a happy new year. As usual, I'm waiting for your opinions on this fanfic.

[benefits1986]

Carpenters PL Revisited x Mother Dragon's Hello, Love, Au Revoir

Bakit kasi nag-stick 'yung mga super basic phrases in French from grade school? Ayan tuloy. Ang aga-aga na naman.

Went to restock my pantry with healthier options because though I don't like to admit it, the virus is still in my system. I was legit tired even when I just filled a cart. Or is it the universe telling me to compartmentalize my work and life, before I indulge in workaholism dressed to the nines? I'm on the cusp, to be honest. It looks more than gold, it's like titanium encrusted with diamonds. Or is it time to put my work ultra-smart hat mode on so we'd have a character development? Sinabi ng I won't think about work in this WL e. Sinabi ng tigilan muna e kasi kahit anong work naman hindi mauubos, laging may kulang, laging may sobra. I don't know if it's just me, but I can still feel mother dragon's presence. Perhaps it's her version of Are You Afraid of the Dark: Magandang Gabi Bayan x KJMS. And this morning, I revisited her go-to PL which is The Carpenters. I used to abhor this group because they're not as popping as her other vibes --Michael Jackson, Whitney Houston, Madonna and The Beatles.

She loved Karen Carpenter and was devastated to know that she lost her anorexia battle. She watched me carefully during the time when bulimia and anorexia looked cool. She reassured me that being big-boned and plus size is NEVER a liability. My stretch marks are my tigress stripes. My ample hips, thighs and legs are part of my being and doing.

She taught me to embrace my flaws, like my dyslexia. She never believed that I am a slow reader. LOL. She felt that my poor grammar skills can be neutralized by writing and speaking. JUSQ. While I usually get a line of 9 in English, the truth is, I struggled so badly with every timed Phoenix comprehension worksheets. While I misread, mispronounce and misspell a lot, mom felt that I am but making an alibi. She branded me as careless and distracted easily. LOLOLOLLOLL. Mother dragon for three, always! She told me to that while I keep skipping lines when I read out loud, I can use my pointer finger to guide my handicap. Of course, she used verbatim that's too graphic, it's traumatic, because her Tagalog is tumatagos hindi lang sa buto pati sa kaibuturan aka verbal abuse minus the cursing; because she is a classy bitch looking after her kanal daughter.

Reading out loud was always an internal shit show until she instructed me to join declamation contests in English and Filipino. Later on, she egged me to give extemporaneous speeches and debates their precious chances. The struggle escalated because I can barely organize my thoughts, but she told me: It's not about winning. It's about how you play the game AND what you learn from it. She was RBF when I bring home a few medals during my years in school. You see, I am so poor in Math. I guess, the science and history subjects actually keep me up and giddy. However, mom said, that of course, science and history make sense because they're part of the obvious world. LOL. Hindi po talaga siya nagpapatalo. She's poor in math herself so, she can't teach me a lot. We can't afford a math tutor and my grades won't make it to remedial classes, as they're barely hanging.

In mother dragon speak, barely hanging grades meant anything that's lower than 89. May sarili siyang grading system sa utak niya. :D Though I had a few merit cards and was generally part of the Top 10, I was never an honor student. She didn't push for the top of the batch, but she has her own way of grading me. Because I am generally moody, whenever there's something off about my conduct and homeroom grades, mhie, mas lagot ako sa kanya. She has this belief that while grades matter, it's the decorum that goes with it that matters most. Hindi ko na alam saan ako lulugar because I noticed that most of the high achievers in my hood have a seeming social withdrawal and may come off as outlandish and worse, anti-social or socially awkward.

I remember asking her one time if I could try out for the swimming team because the coach is Eric Buhain. Also, I wanted a Speedo duffel bag, too! Iba 'yung feeling 'pag nasa diving board tapos nakakasabay ako in my thicc frame and lampa sa larangan ng sports. Also, I love the water. Iba 'yung effect niya sa akin. Nakakalma ako kahit overthinking pa rin ako. Most importantly, 'pag nasa swimming ako, wala akong ibang iniisip kung 'di 'yung hindi ako lumubog and makatawid sa other end ng pool. The Olympic size pool is like my ice skating rink. Though punggok ako, may advantage naman since bouyant ako saka generally, I can take a deep, deep breath and hold it kahit malimit akong may URTI growing up. The tanned and lean build is just sooooo appealing to me. I can imagine that my shoulders will be broader and my clavicles would pop. I can also shape my wide hips and thicccc thighs and legs. She told me to forget it even when I excel in swimming. She told me that I won't be getting a Speedo duffel bag, swimsuit and swimming cap because we can't afford the expenses that go with it. Ayaw daw niya akong maging kawawa and that while co-curricular activities are good, these don't fit my schedule especially when my brother is still recovering from meningitis. And knowing me daw, for sure, mapapabayaan ko 'yung school stuff because swimming makes me forget the world. Baka raw malihis pa ako ng landas. Syempre, I was beyond heartbroken when I heard this. Sabi ko, okay, wala ng Speedo. I can go with department store stuff (our suking Landmark or SM) and that I won't forget my duties as a forced dutiful ate to my brother. I even told her that I'd do better in math. HAHAHAHAHA. Lahat na po nilagay natin sa table pero, mother dragon put her claws down. She breathed fire to the pawn me. Ashes. Ashes everywhere. Super sama talaga ng loob ko sa kanya noon. She told me that since my skin usually gets fucked when I swim in a pool of chlorine, I might just end up more fucked. She didn't use the word "fucked" ha. That's me hearing what she meant lang talaga. HUHUHUHUHU. I honestly felt like I was treated unfairly even borderline inhumane. At a tender age, I felt like mother dragon wanted to force things in my system instead of allowing me to blossom through adversity. Aywaw. Naisip ko talaga 'yun because we always fight, fight, fight. Siya naman laging nagso-sorry kahit ako mali, as our Taurus-Cancer game is always up and running.

Para kaming may scoreboard kung sinong nananlo at natalo. She told me that she doesn't care about that scoreboard because para daw sa kapakanan ko 'yun. LUL. 'Yan na naman siya. Akala mo alam lahat. E siya nga, ending is housewife when she could have been a legit career woman on her way to the top of her game. :p Bawing-bawi ako 'pag ganito comeback ko sa kanya. Hahahahahaha. Syempre, she'd whack me back saying that: Kaya nga, ako ang nanay. Ako ang masusunod. Kung gusto mo, palit tayo. Ikaw na 'yung nanay, ako na 'yung anak. Me: OK. Fine. Bye. Bukas ulit. Or mamaya.

I think it took me ages to let go this angst go. Actually, iyak-tawa na naman ako writing this out. The Carpenters PL made me bleed e. So, okay. Go lang. Andito na rin e. Speaking of this PL, it hits different AND it hits home. Mas na-appreciate ko and... love ko na PL na 'to. Currently hunting down a good vinyl for this nga, preferably 'yung vintage. I noticed that the quality of the new vinyls are MEH and BLECH. Kakabadtrip though the aesthetics are better. Hindi pixelated or malabo lang talaga kuha. Bangkal, Makati Cinema Square, or Cubao X na siguro ito 'pag mas oks na pakiramdam ko. Sana bukas na 'yun please. UGH.

While I can definitely score a good item in Amazon or Ebay, iba pa rin 'pag nahahawakan mo, naamoy, nilalagay mo sa player. Iba pa rin 'pag pumipili ka sa vintage piles. May kakaibang euphoria siya as a mababaw person. Today is the day to remember the dead. I find this absurd to be honest. Why so? Because we don't really need to have this day of commemoration, to be honest. We always remember. Sometimes, we choose to forget. Most of the time, we the dead people become so alive in micro-moments and even zero moments of truth. Today, I'm thinking of lighting my Nasugbu candle for mom. I never believe in traditions, but let this be a curious day. Let this be day of remembering her life and her lessons as I make sense of my limited time across this universe, this lifetime. And yes, I'll play her PLs throughout the day. Maiba naman. Try natin if I won't spiral or be triggered. May this day be a day filled with glimmers as her au revoir non-horror keeps coming. Humanda siya. Mature na ako. LOL. Ready na ako to face my demons and hers, too. LUH. Labas ko na ulit 'yung dusty and rusty scoreboard namin.

[warmaidensrevenge]

Eddie's love is undeniable.

Papa!Eddie Munson x plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

The next chapter in my Papa Eddie series. Thanks for reading. Oh I'm tagging @mrsjaderogers because I think you would like this series.

Warnings: +18 Language, abandonment issues, oral, and not proof read and no word count.

Summary: As things progress Eddie realizes he hasn't fully healed from Tina. And he works with you as you go through the ringer too.

Chapter 4: Abandoned

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The drive home was filled with laughs and stolen glances. Erika had taken over the radio playing a mixture of New Kids on the Block and Michael Jackson. It was funny because the music wasn't really Eddie's taste. But he found himself tapping along to a few of the songs. He liked seeing you sing along with Erika. Your variety of music astounded him. It made him want to branch out just a bit. It wasn't the lyrics that deterred him from that type of music. It was the instrumentals. He very much preferred to head bang than to jive or hop around flaying his limbs about. But if he was honest with himself, he really didn't know how to dance. Awkward stiff movements were all he could conjure when he would practice alone in front of his bedroom mirror.

When you guys pulled into a gas station somewhere in Lafayette, you had decided to teach Eddie some moves. You guys got out of the car when Eddie pumped gas. You had blasted You Got It. Erika was dancing with Rosie and you had his hands trying to rock him side to side. He shook his head at you and smile.

"Try this Eddie." You said letting go of his hands.

He watched you move your legs into a pendulum swing. Eddie looked over to Erika doing the same thing.

" Uhh I can't do that sweetheart."

" Just try Eddie."

And he did. But he knew he looked ridiculous.

" Okay. Okay. Just move your hips." You said while putting your hands on his hips. " Just roll them to the beat."

Eddie liked how you held him. Your smile made his heart melt. When there was a small breakdown you got closer and touched his lower half with yours. Rolling your body into his. Then as soon as it was over you pulled back and started to do The Snake. He just stood there watching you having so much fun. You went to Rosie and Erika and started dancing with them. Pulling them closer to Eddie so that the four of you could dance together. This moment instantly became a core memory for him. As the song ended all of you stood there laughing. Eddie pulled you to him, kissing your forehead.

"God you make me so happy sweetheart."

" Only returning the favor honey."

" Eww. Enough with the PDA guys."

" Sinclair I swear, I will leave you here."

...

Eddie spent the last few days of his vacation with you and Rosie. At least as much as he could. You had returned to work the following day you guys got back from the concert. Your shift had changed and now you were working 16 hour nights with Wayne. Eddie was lucky enough to get a spot on the morning shift because of Rosie. But now he barely saw you. In the morning Eddie would arrive at work while you and his uncle were leaving. A quick kiss on the cheek was all you have been giving him for weeks. The only days he saw you were Sundays. You guys would go outside and make snowmen and take Rosie sledding. Trying to spend most of the day with each other.

One day he was called in to cover a shift Saturday night. He was excited because he was gonna see you all night and you could come over after and sleep with him. However, the night was going to be spent in the hospital.

Eddie was on his machine when he saw a commotion. All he heard was your name and he went running. When he got there you were on your knees.

" YOU. CALL 911." You said pointing at one of the workers.

"WAYNE! MR. MUNSON ARE YOU OK!" You said shaking him.

You looked up and told someone to get you the first aid kit.

" EVERYONE BACK UP." You shouted

Eddie was frozen. He watched as you gave his uncle CPR. You looked up at him quickly and looked back down.

" SOMEONE GET EDDIE A CHAIR BEFORE HE PASSES OUT!" You said before giving Wayne mouth to mouth.

Someone led Eddie just far away enough to find a seat. His face was in his hands. And for 30 long minutes you pumped Wayne's chest until the EMT's finally came. You came and squatted in front of him.

" Eddie....He had a heart attack."

Eddie's eyes were glossed over. He didn't know what to do or say.

" Come baby. Let's go. We need to go to the hospital."

All he could do was nod.

...

His uncle came home a few days later. Eddie was allowed to take family leave in order to take care of him. He moved Rosie's crib out to the living room so his uncle could take the bedroom. He made sure that his uncle rested as much as he could. Eddie found himself crying himself to sleep every night. In the morning when you got off you would bring all of them breakfast. Checking on Wayne. You would sit with him and talk until you were too tired to talk.

Eddie was getting jealous at the time you spent comforting his uncle. Was he not important enough for you to comfort too? Did you not see how almost losing his uncle affected him? His irrational thoughts consumed him. He became distant from you. He didn't really want to but he couldn't help but feel left behind. Again.

You had noticed his change and you decided to act. You got Erika and Max to stay and take care of Rosie and Wayne while you and Eddie went for a drive. You drove out to Lake Jordan. Your original plan was to go to lovers lake but you didn't want to bring up any terrible memories for him.

As you parked you guys just sat there listening to music. Eddie and you moved to your backseat and cuddled.

" I missed you Eddie. I'm sorry that I haven't been spending time with you and Rosie. I know it's hard right now with my schedule. But I promise. I'll be here more. I'll be here for you more. Whatever you need okay. Just tell me."

Eddie was quiet for a second. " I need you to kiss me."

You move to pull his face down, kissing him gently. Too gently. He grabbed your waist and pulled you to straddle him, his grip was firmly on your ass. He lifted his hips and rocked yours against him. He started to kiss you harder when you pulled away.

" What?"

" Eddie."

He tried to kiss you again pulling your neck hard to him smashing his lips to yours.

" Eddie stop!" You pushed him away and got off.

He huffed. What? Now you don't want him?

" Eddie please....we can't...not like this."

" Why not like this? What's wrong with having sex in a car?" His voice was cold and harsh.

" There's nothing wrong with having sex in a car. It's just having sex. You're not ok."

" Why not?! Am I that repulsive? Or what?! Do you like my uncle or something?"

" Eddie no..." You said just above a whisper.

" Then why can't you just fuck me? We've been seeing each other for 2 months now and this is the closest we ever got."

" Is this how you want our first time to be? Does making love to me not as important to you as it is to me?"

" Are you fucking kidding me y/n?!"

" Eddie please. Just talk to me. I can't keep doing this."

Eddie scoffed. " Right. Just fucking leave like everyone else."

" Wait no. That's not what I meant."

" Whatever" he said while getting out of the car stomping off.

He stopped at the lake when he heard your footsteps. He wanted to punch something. He knew how he spoke to you was wrong. But he just couldn't handle everything that was going on. Tears threaten to leave his eyes. Why was everyone leaving him? Did he not matter? Did no one really care? What was the point of surviving if this was what was waiting for him?

" Eddie...please."

Your pleading voice only made him angrier.

" Y/n just fucking go! I don't want this anymore."

" No."

" YES! JUST FUCKING LEAVE. THERE'S NO POINT OF DRAGGING THIS OUT."

"I'm sorry, but no."

"GOD DAMNIT Y/N! JUST LEAVE NOW. LEAVE SO THAT I CAN JUST GET OVER YOU."

" Why? Why I would leave?"

"BECAUSE EVERYONE DOES ALRIGHT!"

You were quiet. As he continued to vent.

" My mom left me, my dad took off on me. All my friends went. My uncle tried. Rosie is gonna leave when she gets older. Tina....fucking Tina left me. And sooner or later, when you get tired of me too. You'll leave just like her. GOD! What was so wrong with me that she fucking left me like that? How could she leave me like that? How could she leave Rosie? What kind of mother just abandons her kid like that? Why would she just abandon me?"

Your lip quivered. And your breath shuddered. It was clear that you weren't the problem. Everyone kept leaving him. But it wasn't like most of them did it maliciously, he just felt like they did.

" Do you still love Tina?"

"What?! How can you ask me that?! I HATE HER! I fucking hate her! I hate her for leaving Rosie. I hate her for leaving us." He turned to you, but you were looking at the ground.

" If she hadn't left. Or if she came back? Would you be happy?"

Eddie had thought about that a lot. He always pictured what his life would be like if Tina would have stayed. He had a ring for her and everything. But she changed after a few months of being pregnant. He had returned the ring when Rosie was born. But he still loved her. He hoped that one day she would come back for so long. But then you came around being this perfect person that he never knew existed. Things changed for him. He no longer pictured Tina with him. It was you who was a part of his dreams. You who he was crazy about. You who was right for him. You who he wanted to be Rosie's mom. But what if she did come back? What if she decided to be a part of their lives again? Would he let you go, just so Rosie could get to know her real mom? Could he really take that chance and lose you?

"Eddie it's fine ok. I get it. If Bastian was alive and his dad gave an actual fuck about him then maybe we could work it out. For the sake of Bastian....I know what this feels like okay. People left me too. But you can't blame yourself for that...if Thomas loved me he would have stayed. If he loved Bastian he would have come to the funeral. And the same goes for Tina. She would have been here for Rosie. She would have been here for you. But she wasn't. I'm here. I love you. And I love that little girl with all my heart....I wish she was ours....but she's not. I promise you though. I will love her like she is mine. Because she already feels like that to me...but if Tina does come back...and she wants to be a mom...then I won't stand in the way...if you choose her then that's okay. But just know that I love you too. Do you think that I would just give up without a fight? Well, I will fight with everything I have because you need someone to. I'm not just gonna go away...I'm not just gonna leave. I'm not like anyone else that has. So don't you dare think that of me....and if you really want me to leave...if you really don't love me...then just say it now. Because... Because I can't stay on the side lines waiting for you for when you eventually find that you don't love me. I won't."

He didn't know what to say. No one has ever said anything remotely close to what you just said to him. He believed every word he said until you spoke. Why did he have to meet Tina before he met you? Then Rosie or Bastian would have been your guy's. And he wouldn't have felt this way. But he decided here and now that Rosie was yours. He was yours. No more questioning of what ifs or doubting you. Your love for him was unmatched. And his love for you was undeniable. He vowed to make sure you would never doubt his love for you ever again.

...

Christmas was just around the corner and Eddie spent every last dime he had saved to get you and Rosie the perfect gift. Matching mother and daughter gold necklaces and a 2 night stay at the Four Seasons hotel in Indianapolis. He thought for a moment that maybe all of it was too much and too fast. But he would be him if he wasn't dramatic in some way or another.

You had an array of gifts for him and Rosie. One for everyday of the month. It was halfway through December when you surprised him with a painfully fun gift. Eddie sat there holding your hand as the tattoo gun pierced his skin. It didn't hurt, he just liked touching you.

He got the latin words Amor vincit omnia on his inner bicep. As he was finished he looked in the mirror. You just behind him smiling.

" Love conquers all sweetheart."

" It sure does."

He turned and pulled you in for a hug. " Ready for your's?

You lifted up to your toes and kissed him softly. "Ready Freddy."

" Uhh for the last time it's Eddie." He teased and kissed you again.

You went and sat down in the chair. Holding out your arm tugging at your bottom lip.

" Alright man. Don't hurt my girl too much. Or we will have words."

Eddie left gentle kisses on your matching tattoo doing his best to soothe your soreness.

" Eddie it really doesn't hurt. I have enough fat there, my arm could be considered a wing. I swear if I caught some air I could fly."

Eddie frowned. " Why do you talk about yourself like that? Don't you know how damn beautiful you are? Do you really think I would care about how you look?"

" I...it's just something I did in order to not let anyone's words hurt me. I figured if I can make fun of myself. It wouldn't hurt so much when others do."

Eddie shot up and looked around the shop. " Who dares talk about my girl like that? Huh? Who wants a can of whoop ass?"

You laughed. " Eddieeee"

" y/n" he said mimicking your whine. " Listen pretty lady. I don't ever want to hear you say bad things about yourself. You're exquisite in every shape and form. I swear."

" You have a heart of gold Eddie. Don't ever change okay."

"Never."

...

Christmas Eve started out so great. You, Rosie, and Wayne were in the living room waiting for Eddie to finish wrapping his gift to you. Why didn't he do it earlier wasn't even a question. Why was that? Because he was such a procrastinator and he got distracted so easily.

It didn't help things when you had finally gotten back to the same shift as him. He and Rosie were with you all the time now. It was damn near impossible to get to wrap your gift. Especially when you would distract him with your lips and body. Every night things would get hot and heavy between the pair of you. But always stop before getting there. It wasn't as if you guys were gonna have sex with Rosie so close by. But it was bound to happen when he took you to Indianapolis. He had it all planned out. He bought candles and fake rose peddles to set the mood for it. He had bought a huge pack of condoms ribbed for your pleasure of course. Though he knew he didn't need that to make you...well you know. But he had to make sure he gave you the best you have ever had. Because he just knew you were going to be his. He dreamed of the heaven between your legs. How fuckin warm you would be. If your body gave any indication on how warm you were. It was definitely going to burn him. In a good way.

As he put the last piece of tape on the medium size box, he smiled at how well he did. Sure it wasn't perfect like how you wrapped yours but he tried. And he knew you would love it anyway because he put in the effort.

" Alright, here we go." He mumbled to himself.

When he walked down the small hall he saw you sitting with Rosie in your lap smothering her with kisses. Eddie had accidentally tripped over one of Rosie's toys. He almost went down but he caught himself. He stood up straight and laughed. He noticed you were looking at him shaking your head.

That's when he heard it. Rosie had started mumbling something that in any normal circumstances would have been absolutely perfect. But the look on your face told him that you were not okay with what Rosie just said.

Eddie and Wayne froze at Rosie's half words half mumbles. Eddie could see your chest heaving and your hands start to shake.

"W-wayne....t-take her...I-I'm-I'm gonna drop her."

Wayne who was the closest to you immediately took her. You had gotten up and ran outside. Eddie's feet had a mind of their own and went to chase after you.

He was right behind you in a matter of seconds. You had your head between your knees trying to breathe.

" Y/n she doesn't know what shes saying. Please baby don't freak out." Eddie tried his best to calm you.

He went in front of you lifting you up so you could look at him. Your forehead was lined with sweat and your eyes were red from the tears.

" Common sweetheart. Rosie doesn't know what shes saying."

" It's not that Eddie. It's me okay. It's me."

" What are you talking about? Talked to me."

I- I...I just wasn't ready for her to call me that. I- I never thought she would... Of course I wanted it...I just didn't expect it so soon."

Eddie hugged you. " Why wouldn't she call you that? That's who you are to her...You're her mom.. or mum as Rosie would say."

" Don't you think that it might be too soon for her to see me as that."

" Why would it be? If she wants to see you as her mom then so be it. I know I already do. And I'm glad she sees it too"

...

During the drive to Indianapolis you guys listened to Iron Maiden, Judas Priest and The Scorpions. He found out during the ride that The Scorpions were your favorite band. He swore he was falling in love with you all over again with each song that played. You knew every lyric and always told him about the favorite part of the song you like. Explain when the first time you heard it. You guys exchange past stories about yourselves filling up the long drive. As you two sang along to Eddie's favorite song he looked over to you and saw the necklace he bought you resting between your cleavage. You were so beautiful. He only wished you guys had taken your car so you could sit close to him. He now cursed his van for having a gap between you two.

When you guys got to the hotel and got the keys you went to the elevator. As soon as you stepped out you gave him a look.

" Race you." You said before taking off down the hallway.

" Hey! You cheater!" Eddie yelled running after you.

He grabbed your arm and pulled you back so he could get in front of you. He knew he was faster so he held back just a bit. The halls were filled with laughter and the sounds of shuffling. You were almost at the door when he grabbed you to pull you into a kiss. Moving you just a bit to be the first one at the door.

He touched it and looked down at you.

" I win."

" Hey no fair. You can't use your lips. Now that's cheating."

He smiled kissing you again.

"Well of kissing you makes me a cheater. Then I'm a damn cheater.... Common sweetheart. Let's get ready for dinner."

Eddie brought his nicest shirt and slacks. Borrowing a pair of his uncle's dress up shoes. He was pulling on his leather jacket when you came out of the restroom. You were wearing this beautiful black velvet dress that hugged you in all the right places. It came down to your knees and you wore 3 inch black heels. You also had on a matching cardigan with your hair pinned up. You looked stunning.

You guys had went to a fancy restaurant. But as you sat there looking at the menu you had no idea what the hell any of it was beside the salad that had some fancy cheese on it.

" Eddie...What's Bouillabaisse?"

" I uhhh think it's bologna soup."

" 46 bucks for bologna soup?! Oh god... Eddie...could we just get a hot dog or something?"

Eddie sighed in relief. " Thank you. The only thing I could make out was the chocolate cake."

Eddie stood up and pulled out a 20, leaving it on the table for the drinks. You shook your head because you guys only had water. But Eddie shrugged and held out his arm for you.

" M'lady."

You smiled taking it. You guys found a small vender just a few blocks over. Eddie scarfed down 3 brats while you were working on your second one. He saw that you were shivering. He put down his fourth dog and pulled off his jacket slinging it around your shoulders.

" Thanks honey."

Eddie kissed your temple and held you with one arm as he worked on his bratwurst.

" Do you think ants hibernate during the winter?"

" Huh? I don't know. Maybe. I have never seen them in the winter. Why do you ask?"

" I don't know. Just a random thought I had." Eddie chuckled.

"Do you always have random thoughts like that?"

" Yeah all the time. I just don't voice them. I don't want anyone to think I'm weird."

" Eddie your curiosity isn't weird. I like it." You turned to him and smiled.

You had a little bit of mustard on the corner of your mouth. Eddie wiped it with his thumb putting it in his mouth. He saw you bit your lip watching him. His watch went off. He looked at it and it was midnight.

" Happy new year sweetheart." He said before kissing you. " Let's go back to the room yeah?"

You nodded and finished your food, tossing your trash. You walked back to his van holding hands. He opened the door for you giving you another passionate kiss before closing the door. Eddie made his way around the van adjusting himself so the his boner wouldn't stand out too much.

Eddie waited in his boxers under the blankets for you. He had the urge to put on a shirt but he remembered that night with you in his restroom. When you came out you had your hair in a high bun and in sweats. He couldn't wait to get you out of them. When you climbed in he kissed you again. His hands wondered everywhere. It wasn't until he tried to touch you lower when you grabbed his hand.

" Eddie we can't... I'm on my period."

Eddie threw his head back in frustration. " Fuck!... I'm gonna get a towel."

You grabbed his wrist. "No honey. Please can we just wait. I don't want to cover you in blood. That's just gross."

" Have you met me? I'm the living personification of gross." He said while he belched and blew the air away from you and pretended to scratch his ass. He tried to fart but it wasn't happening.

You laughed so hard that you snorted. You covered your nose and mouth right after.

" Oh baby that's so cute." He said kissing you again.

He kissed down your neck and tries to touch you again. But you stopped him.

" No honey. Please...I know..I want you too. But I don't want to do it like this."

" I don't care if your bleeding."

" Yeah but I do."

" Okay but I swear the moment you stop. Wherever we our, it's happening."

You and Eddie grinned at each other. Eddie laid down on his back and he looked down as his tent. He then looked at you. You were on your side smiling looking at it. Eddie felt your hand sneaking it's way under the blanket to touch him. He closed his eyes when you did. His hips bucked under your touch. You then pulled down his boxers under his balls and held his dick gently stroking him.

He let out a low, rough groan as your grip got tighter. You suddenly took your hand off and he opened his eyes to look at you. You sat up and pulled the blanket off. You went to kneel between his legs. His eyes were saucers when you licked your lips.

" Y-you don't have to-"

"Shhh. I'm not going to let you get blue balls because of me." You pressed your finger to his lips.

You removed your hand and grabbed him again spitting on the tip and stroked him slowly, spreading your saliva over it's entirety. You brought your mouth down to leave a soft kiss on his head. Eddie could feel your hot breath and he shuddered. His whole body trembled when you gave him one long lick from the bottom of his base to his red tip, licking up his precum and swirling your tongue around it. His eyes rolled back when you took him into your mouth.

"S-shit."

It blew his mind when you took him half way. He felt the bed move and saw you adjusting yourself to a comfortable position on your stomach. Your eyes were closed as to took the rest of him. Your warm wet mouth felt so good he could have cum in just seconds. He felt your throat tightened as your gag reflex kicked in. You let up for just a second to catch your breath. But then you went back in. Taking all of him again.

Eddie saw tears falling from the corners of your eyes. He cupped your face while wiping your tears away. You really couldn't take all of him but being the good girl you are you did. You hollowed out your checks and your head bobbed at the perfect pace.

" Fuck y/n... G-god you're so good.. it feels so good.

The sounds of lewd slurping and his grunts bounced off the walls. A mixture of palm and tongue set Eddie to the edge. His need to cum became too dire now. His balls clenched as you took him in one last time. Stopping at his base with your nose in his little curly hairs. He held your head in place as his load shot into your throat. You moaned as he did, making him fall into complete bliss.

You let him come down from his high before relieving him of your mouth. He watched in aww as you swallowed his cum and wiping your bottom lip.

" Good?" You said breathlessly

"Jesus H Chris! Are you kidding me? That was just...fuck!...How in the hell did you make me cum in" he looked at his watch." Fuck! In only 3 minutes.....baby I swear I last longer than that."

You giggled and you sat up fixing his boxers. He sat up to kiss you but you stopped him.

" No I gotta brush my teeth."

" Uhhh no. You gotta kiss me." He said pulling you for a deep one.

" Ok honey. Can I brush my teeth now?" You asked after he pulled away.

He nodded and you smiled getting up. When you came back out Eddie was fast asleep. You laughed to yourself and got into bed with him. He turned so that he could spoon you.

He mumbled an 'I love you' before he went back to sleep.

" I love you too honey."

The next day you gave him 3 more blow jobs. One in the morning. One after lunch, and one before bed. He was absolutely spent. That thing you did with your tongue and your hand at the same time had him speechless. Even on the drive home you made him pull over so you could give him one in the back. You made him cum twice that time. He wanted to cum again but, this time you took your time with him. Teasing so much that it hurt, but in a fun way. After his second release, you said that you missed Rosie. He did too. So he picked up his pants as you went to the passenger seat. He smacked your ass before you sat down. You yelped and giggled. You flipped open the mirror to wipe your cheeks from the tears that stained them.

" Why do you take it all if you choke?"

" Because I am not a quitter and I love how squirmy you get when I take it all. The sounds and faces you make are worth the sore throat."

Eddie tilted his head and raised his eyebrows with a smirk across his lips. " Oh you like making me squirm? Just you wait sweetheart..."

...

When you guys got back to his trailer. You picked up Rosie and held her so close to your chest.

" Hey sweet girl! I missed you so much."

Eddie came to hug her too but she pushed him away and buried her face in your neck.

Eddie grabbed his heart and fell to the ground.

" Oh no princess. What happened to your daddy? We gotta save him."

Eddie played dead and he could feel you get close to him.

" Give daddy a kiss. Maybe, a kiss from a princess will wake him."

Eddie peaked to see you holding Rosie over him. She was puckering her lips to kiss him. When she did he shot his eyes open and sat up. Making Rosie laugh.

" You've brought me back princess. But, I'm weak. I need a kiss from another princess."

Rosie smacked your chest lightly trying to get you to kiss him. " M-mum, mum..."

" Okay sweet girl. I'll give daddy a kiss. But then he has to promise to love us forever."

Rosie looked at him with raised brows.

Eddie gasped. " Mommy should know I will always love you too."

He looked at you and smiled. Your sweet soft smile made his heart race. He knew you liked what he said from the happy tears forming in your eyes. You leaned over and kissed him with such love that he swore it really did bring him back to life. He jumped up right after making Rosie scream and giggle.

" See princess. You and mommy saved me." He said picking her up and helping you stand.

He held both of you, sharing kisses between the pair of you.

" My girls."

...

After that day Rosie got chicken pox. Since Eddie never had it, you took care of both of them when you could. Eddie still didn't get to have you like he wanted. Even after a month and a half. Things just kept coming up and he was getting extremely impatient.

...

Before he knew it, it was the middle of February and you, him, and Rosie were walking through the cemetery. It was the anniversary of your son's passing. You had asked Eddie to come and of course he did. You stopped at a small gravestone and put down your son's teddy bear. Eddie put Rosie down and held her hand and you kneeled down next to her.

" Rosie, this is Sebastian. Sebastian, this is Rosie. And this is Eddie baby." You looked up at him with tears in your eyes.

" She's your new sister Bastian. Hey bud... I brought you something." Eddie said while pulling a toy car out of his pocket. " It's uhh a black and yellow Hot Bird. It's a really cool car little guy."

Eddie bent down and put the hot wheel car on the small stone. " I wish I could've met you little guy....I promise to take care of your mommy."

Eddie stood up and you picked up Rosie. He held both of you kissing the crown of your head.

" Thank you for bringing us sweetheart."

" Thank you for coming."

" Any time sweetheart. Whenever you want to come with us, just ask and we will come. Always."

...

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[babyspiderling]

Tiny Dancer Michael Jackson x reader (Triumph era)

"Blue jean baby, LA Lady, Seamstress for the band"

I pulled the shining fabric through the machine, turning a square of sequin material into a shirt for one of the boys. I adjust the needle of my machine as someone opens the door. I glance up to see Michael peeking his head in. "Oh, Michael, perfect timing. I need you to try this on. And if you could get your brothers in here too, I need to do fittings on the outfits I've already finished." I hand him the shining fabric, as well as a pair of white pants. "Put these on, I'm planning on putting some sequin on the knees, and I need to see where that falls on you." I shoo him out the door as I thumb through my shelves of fabric, deciding on what to work with next. Once again my door is opened, this time four Jackson's trample through the opening. Randy and Marlon automatically move towards my designs pinned to the wall, Tito is drawn to the shining fabrics, and Jackie leans against the door frame a small smile blooming on his face. I swat Tito's hand away from the fabrics, very territorial of my materials. "Alright guys, it's fitting day!" I organized outfits by person, making it easy to select an outfit for each man and give to the correct person. I shoo them out the door as well as Michael comes back in, a perfect fit.

"Alright Mike, what do you think? Too loose anywhere, too tight anywhere? Go ahead and do a couple steps to make sure it doesn't get in the way of anything." He does his little ankle breaking shuffle, spinning a couple times. He shoves his hands into the pockets and shrugs. "Feels good, perfect fit." I smile and nod, feeling proud of getting his perfect size on the first try. I grab my swatches of silver fabric and rest on my heels in front of him. With a mouth full of pins, I feel around his legs to find his knees, pinning the fabrics in place. Leaning back, I inspect the patches, muffling out a "Heels together." as I inspect them closely to make sure the two sides are identical. I hear Michael say "Wow, you're really good at this.", and I chuckle in return. "Glad I can be of service. You like it?" He murmurs an affirmation, and he lifts me off my heels. I search his face, memorizing every single detail. My hand reaches up to his face, his weight leaning into my touch. "I love you Mike." Kissing my palm, he rests his forehead against mine. "I love you too." I enjoy his presence just a little longer before stepping away, clearing my throat. "Alright, I've got another outfit for you to try on. Careful with the pins, and I'll see you in a bit, ok?" He chuckles, kissing my cheek one last time before exiting. "Ok. I'll be careful. See you when I get done."

Rolling my eyes, I sit back down at my seat, hemming a skirt Janet had begged me to alter. Tito then entered, his sequin vest shining, and his outfit going together very well if I say so myself. He inspected himself in the mirror, almost as if trying to see what was missing. His eyes lit up and he turned towards me. "That's it! I need a cowboy hat!" My eyebrows crease and my jaw drops in confusion. "You need a what? Tito, no. You are not a country band, no one else is wearing a cowboy hat. You do not need a cowboy hat." He slides up to me, puppy dog eyes staring me in the face. "Please Y/N, it'll look really cool. Plus it'll tie the whole thing together. I've already got the vest and everything." I huff, throwing my hands up in the air. "Fine! Tito, you can get a cowboy hat, but you have to find one and I will jazz it up, understood? I am a seamstress, not a hatter." His face lights up at getting his way, hollering and spinning me. "Yes! I knew you'd agree! Thanks Y/N!" I roll my eyes playfully shoving him away. "Is there anything else wrong or missing with the outfit? Besides the cowboy hat, anyways." He turns and twists, pretending to play guitar, and does a couple steps. He shakes his head. "Nope, all good. Just need to get the hat. Which I'll go out and get when we're done here." I hand him a second outfit, sending him on his way. Marlon and Randy follow one right after the other. While hemming Randy's pants, I kept having to chide Marlon from touching my stuff. I yelled over my shoulder, "Marlon Jackson if I find a fingerprint on my fabric or designs I swear I will give you the ugliest tour outfits until the end of time." He raised his hands in surrender and took a seat.

Jackie and Michael came in about the same time, Michael letting his older brother go first. "Alright Jackie, what do you think. Anywhere too loose or too tight?" Jackie wiggles around and lifts his leg. "The pants are a little loose. But overall, it's all good." I nod, filling my mouth with pins, sitting on my heels in front of him. Jackie smirks down at me, "Babe, if you wanted to get on your knees for me, you could've just asked." I roll my eyes, pinning the inside of his pant leg tighter, pointing a pin threateningly at him. He smiles at me flexing his hands in surrender. I see out of the corner of my eye Michael shifting in his seat, a scowl deep in his face. I send a smile his way before finishing Jackie's pants.

Rocking myself back to stand, I stagger at the blood flowing back into my legs. A large pair of hands wrap around my hips to steady me, and I look up to see Michael staring down at me. I give him a reassuring smile and whisper, "I'm ok Mike, thank you." With a smile in return, he releases his grip and takes his place for hemmings. I see Jackie flick his gaze between Michael and I, his face scrunched up in concentration. I shrug it off, trying not to give anything away. "Alright, Michael, you know the drill. How's it fit?" His white pants from earlier are simply duplicated since Michael has a talent for wearing out his costumes faster than anyone else. He has a red Hawaiian print shirt tucked into it, a few buttons undone. "The pants fit, but they're a little loose on the belt line. Nothing you need to fix or anything, just a belt would make it perfect." I nod, checking over his outfit myself for loose threads, puckers in the seams, loose buttons, but find nothing wrong. "Alright, let me add that to the list with Tito's cowboy hat." At the mention of the horrible idea of a cowboy hat, Randy and Marlon are back, Tito not far behind. Marlon screeches and cackles. "Tito, you want a cowboy hat? C'mon man!" Tito huffs, and folds his arms under his chest. I roll my eyes and call out to everyone "Alright everyone. Mike, Jackie, go change. Jackie, please be careful with those pins! You three, decide which order you're going in for fittings, and then we're done for the day." I pin and adjust Tito and Marlon's outfits, Jackie and Michael returning while I finish up on Randy. "Thank you boys. Just take a seat while I finish up here." I place the last pin in Randy's sleeve, shortening it to the correct length. "Randy, are the pins comfortable enough for you to stay here for a couple minutes?" He nods and I open my mouth, "Alright guys, we're all done for the day. Please I am begging you guys, do not rip up these costumes. I'm looking at you Michael, if you rip these shirts like last time, I will send you out in whatever you have packed for tour." A few chuckles are heard and Michael smiles and rolls his eyes. They all take their leave as I sit back at my machine, ready to fix everything from today. Michael calls out to his brothers that he'll catch up, he just needs to double check something.

Slipping into my work room once more, he shuts the door behind him. He pulls me from my seat and presses me tightly against him. "Y/N, you have no idea how much I wanted to punch Jackie after he said those things to you. Why can't we tell everybody about us? At least my family? We're going on tour next month and my brothers are going to try to set me up with fans. Are you ashamed of being with me?" I stare into his eyes with a passion. "Oh god, Michael, no. Of course I'm not ashamed of you. If anything you should be ashamed of me. I'm just the band seamstress. Not to mention the fact that if we did come out about our relationship, people would wonder why in the world would you choose to be with a white girl who makes your clothes. Your father would see me as a distraction. If he found out about us, he would fire me and then kill the both of us. I love you too much to let you risk that." He shakes his head, his eyes growing glossy. "I love you too much to keep it a secret. To keep you a secret." I lean my forehead into his chest. "I'm sorry Michael. I didn't see it like that, if you'd like, we can tell your family. Just, just let me be there when you do. Ok?" He nods his head and captures my lips in a gentle kiss. Breaking away, I sit back down. "If you want, you can put some records on and we can have each other as company until I finish here. You'll just have to tell your brothers to go on without you." He nods and exits to tell his brothers goodbye, saying that I need him to stay behind to make sure everything meets his standards. Returning, he puts some old records on, teasing me for my Dolly Parton albums, and we just enjoy the music and the hum of my machine.

"Jackie! Outfit! Tito! Outfit! Marlon! Outfit! Randy! Outfit! Michael! Outfit! Please be careful tonight! We have reached the halfway point in the tour and I am very proud of the condition you are leaving these in! Have a good show tonight! And please, do not rip your shirts open!" I hand out garment bag after garment bag, the boys hurrying to change in their dressing rooms. Janet leans against the wall, her outfit designed and made by yours truly, looking good for a fifteen year old. "When I go on tour, I am definitely bringing you with me." I rolled my eyes and laughed. I place my ticket around my neck and take my place up against the barrier separating the crowd from the boys. The opening refrains of "Can You Feel It?" rang out and the crowds went absolutely wild. It was so fun just to watch them all in their element. I'd catch the boys singing to me or looking at me and I'd make the silliest faces. I accidentally almost made Randy mess up on his bongo solo on "Working Day and Night". "Shake Your Body (Down To The Ground)" finished and slowly the fans filtered out of the arena. When no one was looking, security lifted me over the barrier and back to the corridors in the backstage area.

Michael was on a high after the show like he always was. He was jumping around in the hall when I finally made my way to him. "You had a very good show tonight. I had fun, and I'm pretty sure the girl next to me was having fun too. When you winked her way, I'm pretty sure she found euphoria." He giggled and spun me around. "Goodness, I love you." With that he held me tight against him and kissed me deeply and passionately. I let myself melt into him, letting myself slip into the bliss only he provides. We break apart with the sound of Janet shrieking "What the hell?"

Taglist: @accio-boys

[winchester-fantasies]

Just a Taste

Summary: You want this Halloween to go down in the books as one of your favorites. And you’re about to find out just how epic it can be. (Halloween Special 2019).

Word Count: 3851

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, swearing, jealous Dean & possessive Dean (two of my favorite warnings! lol)

Pairing: Dean x Plus Size Reader

A/N: Happy Halloween! 🎃 Hope you enjoy!!

Winchester Fantasies’ Masterlist

     You huffed as you surveyed yourself in the mirror. It was Halloween, and although Sam had outright refused, you had finally convinced Dean to accompany you to the party right up the road at the small convention center.

     Dean had adamantly declined your suggestion of wearing a costume, but you were determined to go all out and make this Halloween go down as one of your favorites. You'd ordered a costume off of Amazon, but as you surveyed yourself, you half-regretted your decision. 

     The sheer material of the bodice clung to your waist, accentuating not only your curves but the extra roll under your bra line, too. Your breasts were pronounced, the tops peeking out from the costume's neckline and jiggling every time you moved. 

     You put your hands on your hips, turning slightly to get a better view of your backside. You groaned. The hem of the skirt was almost obscenely short. Thank Chuck you'd decided to wear stockings, otherwise everybody and their mother would have an eyeful of your womanhood. Online it was described as being a sexy clown costume, but with the way it fit you, you thought slutty clown more appropriate.

     You sighed heavily as you went back to doing your makeup. Maybe if you did your makeup really well it would take attention away from the ill-fitting costume. You knew that was only wishful thinking as you leaned over the sink. Your breasts shifted just right, the left one nearly popping out of its restraint. You quickly righted, stuffing it back down and adjusting your top. You silently cursed and made a mental note to never purchase a costume from Amazon again.

     With your makeup complete, you took one final look at yourself. You still didn't like what you saw, but it was too late to turn back now. You'd just have to make the best of it. You drew in a deep breath to steel yourself before you walked out into the main room of the motel.

     Sam glanced up from his laptop, and he blanched. "Hey, Sam," you said nonchalantly.

     You sauntered over to the table, and Sam tensed, pushing back in his chair slightly. "You take one more step, (Y/N), and I swear to God..." Sam warned, pointing a threatening finger in your direction.

     You ignored his warning and instead closed the gap between you. You wrapped your arms around him from behind, your chin resting on his broad shoulder. You couldn't stifle a chuckle as his breathing grew heavier.

     You knew it wasn't necessarily the nicest thing to tease him when you knew he was deathly afraid of clowns, but you just couldn't help yourself. He was like the brother you never had, and you both were always joking or playing good-natured pranks on one another.

     "You know I'd never hurt you, Sammy," you playfully crooned. He flinched at your words, and you couldn't resist planting a wet, sloppy kiss on his cheek.

     "Hey, (Y/N).... Whoa!" Dean said, stopping in his tracks as he walked through the door and stared at you leaning over his brother. "Am I...interrupting something?"

     You chuckled as you straightened. You shook your head and wiped the remnants of your makeup off Sam's face. "No," you said. "Just having a bit of fun."

     "More like fucking torture," Sam grumbled.

     You chuckled as you grabbed your bag from the table beside your bed. "You know you love me, Sammy," you said. Sam just rolled his eyes. 

     "You sure you still want to go to this party?" Dean asked.

     "Yeah, of course," you said. "Why wouldn't I?" you asked with a frown.

     "It's just..." he trailed off, his eyes studying your outfit skeptically. His critical gaze hurt, but you tried to hide it.

     "I don't care where you guys go," Sam interjected. "Just so long as you get her the fuck away from me!" He shivered in disgust, and you couldn't help laughing.

**********

     "So where is this party anyway?" Dean asked as he pulled out onto the highway.

     "Google says it's in a convention center a couple blocks from the motel," you said, checking the address on your phone.

     "Convention center?" Dean asked incredulously. "So what? It's gonna be some fancy-schmancy shindig?"

     You rolled your eyes. "No, Dean," you said. "It's not a 'fancy-schmancy shindig'. It's just a little party with food and dancing."

     "Dancing? Really?" Dean asked, his voice rising in pitch. 

     "Look, Dean," you snapped. "I know Halloween isn't exactly your thing, but you're the one who decided to come."

     "Me?" Dean bellowed, his eyebrows shooting up. "You practically forced my hand!"

     "Then why didn't you just say you didn't want to come?" you asked, throwing your hands in the air.

     "Because," Dean shouted, "you wanted to go!"

     Silence fell over the Impala. You drew in a breath as you tried to regain your composure. "You're impossible," you muttered, running your middle finger and thumb over your eyelids and pinching the bridge of your nose. 

     Dean sighed heavily. "Look, (Y/N)," he said, his voice softer. "I just don't understand why you want to go to some party where people are dressed up as the monsters we hunt everyday. I mean, our lives are basically Halloween on steroids."

     "I just wanted to celebrate, that's all," you grumbled, crossing your arms. 

     "We celebrate Halloween at the bunker every year," Dean pointed out. "Why couldn't we just stick to tradition?"

     "I don't know, Dean," you clipped. "I just wanted to do something different."

     "Whatever," Dean huffed with a roll of his eyes.

     "Can you at least try?" you asked. "You don't have to dance or mingle or anything else. But just try to have fun," you implored. "Please."

     Dean drew in a breath. "Fine," he grumbled.

     You sighed and turned towards the window, looking at the passing scenery disappearing in the waning light. This wasn't how you'd envisioned the night going at all.

**********

     Loud music drifted outside as Dean parked the Impala. Your heels clicked on the asphalt, tension still pervading the air. You shivered as a brisk breeze flew around you, only adding to your discomfort.

     Dean held the door open for you once you reached the entrance. The music was even louder inside, the sounds of Michael Jackson's "Thriller" reverberating around you. You and Dean paid the $5.00 fee before walking into the auditorium.

     The smell of sweat and stale beer filled the air. Despite the small room, at least two hundred people crowded the space.

     "I thought you said it was gonna be small," Dean said loudly, surveying the throng of people lining every wall.

     "I thought it was going to be," you shrugged. "Let's go find a table," you hollered above the music.

     Dean nodded as you led the way. You wove through the crowd, your shoulders bumping into several people along the way. You hated crowds, and you were on high alert. You sighed in relief once you came to the far wall. 

     You found a vacant table, and Dean sat down. "You want a drink?" you yelled. Dean nodded, and you returned his nod.

     You made your way back through the crowd. The refreshment table was right in front of the DJ, and you thought whoever came up with the floor plans for tonight's party had to be one of the worst party planners. The music blared right in your ear, almost painfully.

     You took up two Solo cups, filling one with beer from a keg for Dean and the other with spiked punch.

     "Hey," a voice said, and if it hadn't been for the slow song that started playing, you wouldn't have even heard it.

     You looked up to find a man standing beside you. He was tall - at least Sammy's height. His dark hair was slicked back, and his blue eyes glowed in the dim lighting. 

     "Hey, Dracula," you said, surveying his tux and black cape. He grinned, revealing a set of fake vampire teeth. 

     "I vant to suck your blood," he said, in his best Transylvanian accent.

     You rolled your eyes at the cliché but grinned nevertheless. The man chuckled at your reaction before extending his hand. "Josh," he introduced himself.

     "(Y/N)," you said, setting down one of the cups and taking his hand. His hands were soft and uncalloused. So different from the hands of a hunter. But his handshake was firm.

     "You here with someone, (Y/N)?" he asked, looking between the two cups. 

     "Yeah," you nodded. "My friend," you said, picking up a couple bags of M&Ms and tucking them under your arm. 

     "Want help with that?" Josh asked as you took the cup from the table.

     "Nah, I got it," you said. "But thanks for the offer."

     Josh smiled. "See you around?" he asked hopefully.

     "Maybe," you said with a coy smirk. You turned and walked away, swaying your hips a little more than necessary.

     "What took you so long?" Dean asked grumpily as you set his beer in front of him.

     "You're welcome," you said sarcastically, tossing the bag of M&Ms at him. He jumped back in his chair as his hands fumbled to catch the bag. The candy landed at his feet, and he groaned in irritation as he stooped to pick it up.

     You tsked. "Better watch it, Winchester. Your hunter reflexes are getting a little rusty," you teased.

     Dean shot you a glare as he straightened in his seat. You laughed before taking a sip of your punch. You scrunched your face up as the liquid burned down your throat. Whoever made the punch didn't know the proper ratio of punch to rum.

     "I met someone," you said nonchalantly, looking out at the dancers. 

     When Dean didn't respond you looked at him. His face was blank and unreadable. "Oh, yeah?" he asked. 

     "Yep," you said. "Name's Josh. And he's really fucking hot," you said with a grin.

     Dean chuckled and took a sip of his beer. "I'm thinking if I play my cards right, I might just get some tonight," you said, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively. "Chuck knows I haven't gotten any lately," you muttered, popping two M&Ms into your mouth.

     But as the night wore on, you began to think the entire idea of going out tonight was a total bust. You had gotten up a few times to refill yours and Dean's drinks, but other than that nothing happened. You thought you'd never had a more boring and uneventful night. Dean outright refused to get up from the table, and the harder you searched, the more you were sure Josh had already left. 

     You were just about to call it a night when you felt someone tap your shoulder. You looked up to find Josh, wearing a wide grin.

     “Hey,” you said, smiling. “I thought you already left.”

     “How could I leave without a dance from a beautiful girl?” he asked with a wink, and your stomach flipped.

     Dean cleared his throat, and you turned to find him looking between you and Josh. He raised his eyebrows, sending you a pointed look. 

     “Oh, uh, sorry,” you said. “Dean, this is Josh. Josh, my friend, Dean,” you introduced, gesturing between the two.

     “Hey, man. Nice to meet you,” Josh said, extending his hand.

     Dean paused for a moment, staring at his outstretched arm. But finally he reached out and shook it. His face was undecipherable, and you weren’t quite sure why he was acting like he didn’t even want to acknowledge Josh.

     You mentally shrugged it off as Josh extended his hand to you. “So...you want to dance?”

     “Okay,” you said shyly. You took his hand as he helped you from your chair and led you to the dance floor. The soft notes of “Witchcraft” by Frank Sinatra started up. You wrapped your arms around Josh’s neck as he snaked his around your waist.

     “So…” Josh said awkwardly.

     “So?” you asked with a grin.

     Josh chuckled. “Umm…. What do you do?”

     “What do I do as in...work?” you asked, cocking your head.

     “Yeah,” Josh nodded.

     “I’m a historian,” you said. Not exactly a lie. You were practically a historian with the amount of research hunting required. 

     Josh’s eyes lit up in interest. “Oh, really? What field?”

     “Mostly lore and mythology,” you shrugged.

     “Oh, wow,” he said. “Sounds intriguing.”

     “It is,” you said.

     Josh looked at you slyly. “So you know any lore on vampires?” he asked, baring his plastic fangs.

     You chuckled. “Oh, I could tell you lots,” you said.

     “And how do I fit the bill? Am I authentic and scary enough?” he asked good-naturedly. You had to hold back a laugh. If only he could see the real deal. He’d be scarred for life. 

     “Eh…” you said, rocking your hand back and forth in a so-so gesture. “More like rinky-dink, Hollywood version,” you said playfully.

     Josh’s face fell in mock hurt, and he grasped his chest. “Way to shoot down a guy’s ego,” he said with a chuckle.

     “Hey, but you’re still a cute Dracula,” you flirted.

     Josh cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah?” he asked suggestively. You bit your lower lip and nodded. He drew in a deep breath as his arms tightened around you, and his hands slid lower on your back. “Well, I happen to think you’re the sexiest clown I’ve ever seen,” he said, his mouth only inches from your own. You could smell the remnants of rum on his breath as you closed your eyes, waiting for the press of his lips on yours.

     You yelped as you were roughly jerked out of Josh’s arms just as “Monster Mash” came through the speakers. “Ow!” you exclaimed, as the fingers around your bicep tightened.

     “What the fuck, Dean?” you shrieked, turning to find him behind you. His face was hard, and his eyes were dark with something you couldn’t quite place.

     Dean didn’t reply, instead whirling around and dragging you behind him, Josh’s feeble attempt at a threat echoing after you. Dean stalked through the crowd, curses and loud groans falling around you as he all but shoved people out of his way. He flung the doors open with force and veered to the left.

     You stumbled after him, your ankles twisting a couple of times as you fought to keep up with him in your heels. He dragged you around the side of the building into nothing more than an alleyway. He was breathing heavily as he shoved you against the wall, the cold brick hitting your back.

     He put both hands on either side of you, caging you in. His face was hard, and even in the dim light of the streetlight, you could see lust emanating from his eyes as he leered, his gaze sweeping over you.

     You shivered as a wave of unexpected arousal washed over you. “Wh...what the fuck, Dean?” you asked again, this time your voice a tiny whisper.

     Dean leaned forward, his nose nestling into your hair. He drew in a deep breath and growled in admiration. “Do you even know how hard tonight’s been for me?” he asked.

     “I...I know it’s been hard for you,” you stammered. “I’m sorry I dragged you here, and it won’t happen aga….”

     “No!” Dean barked. You jumped as one of his hands smacked the brick next to you. “I’m not talking about that,” he growled. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, nipping at the skin. You fought against the moan that threatened to escape as your stomach tightened with desire. 

     “What I mean is…” Dean panted. “Fuck, (Y/N), this boner has been so damn hard to conceal. Why do you think I never left the table?” he asked, his voice deep.

     “Wh...what are you talking about?” you gasped. His hands fell to your hips, and he jerked you towards him. You could feel his bulge against your hip as he lightly rutted against you. 

     “You feel that, sweetheart?” he asked. “This is all your doing. This is what you do to me,” he groaned as his movements stuttered at the friction.

     You were shocked into silence. How had you come to the party with your best friend but left it, pressed against a wall by the man you had hopelessly pined over for the last five years?

     “Fuck, baby, when I saw you all dressed up like this, it took everything in me not to rip right off you. So fucking sexy,” he growled. His hands were now roaming freely, caressing your curves, fondling your breasts, kneading your thighs. His hands came behind you and grabbed your ass in both of his hands, digging his fingers into the meaty flesh. You gasped, and your hands flew around his shoulders, holding him tight against you.

     “Shit, (Y/N),” Dean breathed. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to touch you, taste you....feel you from the inside,” he rasped.

     “Dean,” you moaned, your hands sliding from his back to the base of his skull. You weaved your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. A low groan escaped his mouth as he found the juncture of your neck and collarbone, lightly nipping at the sensitive skin.

     “I was willing to let a little innocent flirting slide,” he said, pulling away. “But when that asshat laid his hands on you, that was an immediate deal breaker.”

     “Dean,” you moaned again, this time louder.

     “I want you to know…. After tonight, I’m gonna be the only one whose touch you crave,” Dean growled before burying his face into the soft and plump flesh of your breasts. 

     “Dammit, Dean!” you snapped. “Fucking take me already!”

     Dean leaned back, a cocky smirk crossing his lips. “Your wish is my command,” he said. He slid down your body, leaving open-mouthed kisses across your torso, his warm breath steaming your skin through the filmy fabric of your costume.

     He knelt on his knees in front of you. He looked up at you with hooded eyes before lifting your leg and throwing it over his shoulder. He pushed your panties to the side, and he growled in appreciation as your wet folds glistened in the streetlight. 

     “Damn, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Already so fucking wet.”

     You whimpered as he leaned forward, his warm breath fanning across your core. “All I could think about tonight is how fucking good you must taste,” he said. 

     Your breath hitched and you leaned your head against the wall as his tongue slid through your folds. “Mmm,” Dean groaned. “I was right. Your pussy is fucking intoxicating.”

     You moaned as he dove back in, his tongue pulsating over your clit. Your hands flew to the back of his head as he moved it around, his scruff shooting electricity through your core. 

     You gripped the wall, bits of mortar cramming underneath your fingernails as you clawed at the bricks. “Dean…. So...close,” you breathed, barely able to speak past the pleasure.

     Dean abruptly switched his tactics, licking around your vulva. He inserted two fingers into you, and you nearly lost it. His movements were steady and unhurried, dragging out the pleasure, building you up to the grand finale. 

     His fingers pumped into you, the wet sounds of your dripping core mingling with your soft moans. You heard voices around the corner, but you didn’t care if you were caught. You were already too far gone.

     Dean crooked his fingers, the rough pads of his fingertips meeting your sweet spot. Dean suddenly straightened, his face burying into the crook of your neck. “C’mon, baby,” he whispered. “Cum for me. Wanna feel your walls clench around my fingers.”

     With that you came, your walls clamping down with a force they never had before. A deep moan escaped your throat, and Dean swallowed it as his mouth found yours, the sweet taste of you still on his tongue. 

     “Damn, Dean,” you chuckled breathlessly once he had disengaged his fingers. You wiped your sweaty brow with the the back of your hand, your now ruined clown makeup rubbing off.

     Dean chuckled. He leaned forward, capturing your lips into another heated kiss. Your fingers fumbled with the button on his jeans before you found his fully erect member. You pumped it, his hips rocking into your palm as he exhaled a deep groan.

     You felt him twitch and knew he was close. “Enough, enough!” Dean barked, slapping your hand away and stepping back. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he panted. “I love a good hand job as much as the next guy, but, baby, I gotta feel you,” he said desperately.

     You bit your lower lip as you shimmied out of your skirt, panties, and stockings, tossing them beside you. You reached out for him, drawing him against you. His hands cupped your ass again before sliding them to the back of your thighs. You jumped up, your legs wrapping around his waist. His hands held you steady as he centered himself with your core.

     He pushed in slowly, giving you time to adjust to him. A groan escaped his mouth, and you sighed as he bottomed out, his tip meeting your cervix. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he said, leaning his head on your shoulder. Dean pulled out slowly before plunging back in, setting a brisk pace. 

     You gripped his shoulders, your fingers fisting into his heavy jacket. His manhood dragged across your sweet spot, searing warmth flooding your body. Sweat dripped from Dean’s nose and chin and rivulets ran down your face, creating unsightly trails through your remaining makeup.

     You felt your coil tightening and knew you were already on the verge of cumming again. “Not gonna last much longer, babygirl,” Dean said breathlessly, his speed not slowing, but his movements growing sloppy.

     “It...it’s okay,” you gasped. “I’m almost there, too.”

     Dean snaked his hand between you, his fingers rubbing quick circles over your clit. The floodgates of pleasure ripped open, and your muscles tensed. “Dean!” you cried out as your orgasm washed over you, your body trembling uncontrollably.

     “Fuck. Me. Runnin’,” Dean grunted as his hips faltered. He spilled himself inside you, aftershocks milking him for all he was worth.

     Your chests were heaving as he pulled himself from your core. He buttoned up his jeans again before taking a handkerchief from his pocket and carefully cleaning you up, his ministrations gentle. 

     You pulled your skirt back on, and Dean stuffed your ruined panties and his handkerchief back into his pocket. You shivered, suddenly very aware of just how cold it’d become. He took off his jacket, placing it around your shoulders. You smiled gratefully at him as you started making your way back to the Impala.

     Dean threw his arm over your shoulder. He leaned in, his lips grazing your ear. “What say we get a separate room tonight, and I can really show you what you’ve been missing?”

     You giggled as you leaned back, meeting his desirous stare. “That wasn’t proof enough?” you asked, motioning your head behind you.

     Dean chuckled, his voice dropping low. “Oh, honey, that was just a taste.”

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Poor, Unfortunate Me: Chapter 3

Ben x Plus Size! African American Reader

Summary: What if Ben didn’t fall in love with Mal? Find out the answer in Poor, Unfortunate Me. A story about the lesser known and evil second daughter of Ursula and how she gets the love she has been searching for her whole life.

Chapters: 1 / 2 /  4 coming

A/N: Most animated characters that I bring to life in this series will be the actor that voiced them.  I don’t own any of these characters besides Evangeline, all the other characters are owned by Disney. The collages I add are outfit references for (Y/N).

As soon as you got back to your dorm and Evan saw you crying, she asked what was wrong and tried to calm you down. You told her what happened while twisting the truth to protect the others. She just held you and told you everything would be better. To make you feel more relaxed, she broke out some hidden treats and some self-spa tools, saying she was going to pamper you.

15 minutes into the mini spa, you already felt 100 times better.

“Thanks, Evan. This is the first time I’ve ever done a spa,” you say with an avocado mask on your face, laying on your bed with Evan right next to you.

With the same avocado mask on her face and 2 cucumber slices on her eyes, Evan says, “I can’t believe you’ve never done this before. Not even with your sister?”

You sit up and look at your lap, taking a moment before you answer her question.

“No, she can’t stand me, because I’m too soft. Family is not the same on the Isle as it is here. Just cause we’re related doesn’t mean you have to love or care for each other. You got to look out for yourself.” Your voice is heavy with years of loneliness. When you don’t hear anything from Evan but a sniffle, you look to the side to see what’s wrong.

Evan, with her adorable self, has tears running down her face full of avocado while she sticks a cucumber slice into her mouth. She sits up and while chewing the cucumber slice, she says, “That’s so sad! I’ll be your new sister!” you don’t want to laugh, but the scene in front of you makes it hard.

“Why are you laughing? I mean it. I want to be your sister!” She says with the other slice of cucumber in her mouth. It makes you laugh harder, which results in her pouting like a little child.

After a minute you finally calm down enough to talk to her. “I’m sorry. I’ve never seen something so funny,” she gives you a look, “And sweet. I want to be your sister too. Come here.” you open up your arms for a hug and she takes it.

When you guys pull apart from the hug you both look each other up and down then bust out laughing. During the hug, you guys got avocado all over each other. It was all on both of your clothes. “I trust that you won’t freak out when I do this.” Before she can question what, you mean, you say a little spell, flick your wrist, and all the avocado is gone.

“OMG, you have magic!?” she excitedly said. You nodded ‘yes’, which resulted in a squeal from her. Her excitement was infectious and made you giddy too.

The rest of the night you guys played around with magic until you guys fell asleep. But during your good time, the others were making love potion cookies among doing other things.

After Lonnie left the kitchen, Mal put the cookies in the oven. In the silence of the kitchen, the tension between the group was almost palpable, but Carlos soon broke it.

“Mal, what you said back there to Y/N was very uncalled for. Just because you and her sister have beef doesn’t mean you can take it out on her.” Evie and Jay nodded to what Carlos said.

Mal is trying to hold her ground, by staring Carlos down, but the guilt is too much. She huffs defeated and looks to her feet. “I know! I know… It’s just we have a mission to complete and if we don’t,” she pauses looking up at the others equally frightened faces, then continues, “I don’t want to think about if we don’t.” The air is heavy with emotions.

The same thoughts all go through their minds in the silence of the room. They all started liking Auradon, but they wouldn’t say it out loud to each other. Here they could do and be whoever and whatever they wanted to be without worry of judgment or consequences. But when they thought about it, they don’t belong here. They had to remind themselves they were evil and belong to the Isle. Though, in reality, none of that was true.

They had been so lost in their thoughts, that when the timer broke the deafening silence, they all collectively jumped in surprise. They all shared a look before they all walked over to see how the cookies came out.

Mal takes out the cookies and places them on the prep table. “I think these are ready. So, do we all know what the plan is for tomorrow?” They all nodded in unison.

After cleaning up, they make their way back to their dorm rooms. Jay and Carlos get to their room first, which leaves Evie and Mal to still get back to their room. When they finally get back, Evie stops Mal before she enters the room.

“You are going to apologize to Y/N, right? Just because we are evil doesn’t mean we don’t have manners.” Evie can understand where Y/N is coming from and hopefully Mal can too.

“Yeah, Yeah. Only so we can make her our ally again.” Evie knew Mal was actually doing it because Isle kids stick together, but if it helped Mal sleep at night, she wasn’t going to say anything.

When morning rolled around you felt like something good was going to happen, but it was going to have bad consequences. Letting that thought linger in the back of your mind, you thought about how first period would go after what went down. At least you knew that if Mal came after you again, Evan was coming after her. Yup, reassuring.

Evan was nice enough to walk you to your first-period class since you usually went with the others. When you got there, everyone looked at you, with sorry written all over their faces. Evie put her hand on Mal shoulder, which prompted Mal to get out of her seat and walk over to you.

When she was finally standing in front of you, Evan stepped forward eyeing up Mal like she wasn’t Maleficent’s daughter. “If you hurt my sister,” she points her thumb over shoulder at me, “I’ll hurt you.” Your surprised by the protective nature of Evan but let her do her thing.

Mal’s surprised too but also impressed, so she tells Evan she understands. With that Evan hugs you goodbye and walks to her class. Once Mal has you alone, she says something you’d never expect from her. An apology.

“I want to say sorry about yesterday. What I said was not cool. Can you forgive me?” she asks, looking at you expectantly.

“Water under the bridge. Now let’s get to learning,” she smirks at you, and you guys walk to your seats.

During break, the group tells you about the love potion plan and you agree to help as much as possible. It hurts you to help destroy any and all chances of getting Ben, but you still feel obligated to help them and something is telling you to do so too. They tell you the plan is going to happen after school at Mal’s locker, so you just wait till then.

When the bell rings ending school, you shoot up out of your seat and run out of class since Mal’s locker is on the other side of the school. This causes Evan to follow you, though. You guys always walk from 5th period back to your dorm, so she thought something had to be wrong

By running, you made it just in time. Ben had just taken a bite out of the cookie, when something roughly bumps into you, sending you into Ben’s arms.

Ben is looking down into your eyes and is holding you against his body to keep you from falling.

“Y/N, are you okay?” You nodded too speechless and dazed to verbally answer. The next thing Ben ask you truly knocks you out more than the mystery object that got you the first time.

“But did it hurt?” his slight pause gives you a chance to be confused, then he finishes. “When you fell from heaven?” At that cheesy pick-up line, everyone’s jaw dropped especially yours. You honestly couldn’t believe your ears.

“Ben, Are you okay?” You ask being able to finally stand on your own legs, but Ben still has his arms wrapped around your thick waist.

“I’m fine, but not as fine as you, sweet thang.” he says with a love-struck smile on his face which you promptly covered with your hands so he would stop flirting.

“Jay, can you pull him off me, please?” Jay comes to your rescue and gently pries him of you. Once Jay has him, he asks Ben, “Has your world been worked?”

The answer to Jay’s question comes in the form of a song lyric. Looking you in the eyes, Ben sings, “You know you do.” (quoting one of Michael Jackson’s songs). At that you become flustered and turn around, not wanting to drag out your embarrassment.

When you turn around to see what pushed you into Ben, you see Evan.“Evan, what are you doing here?” she opened her mouth to answer, but you interrupted her. “Wait, were you the reason I fell into Ben?” When you said that, she became a little sheepish as she answered.

“Yes,” she whispered, “But I was only running in behind you to see if you were Ok because you left class so suddenly…sorry.” Hearing her explanation only made you smile. You could never be mad at her.

“There’s no need to be sorry. You were concerned about me and I appreciate that you care enough to check up on me.” With that said you hugged her. During your talk with Evan, the boys left to get ready for their game.

Once you pulled out of your hug, you look towards Mal and Evie and see they both have an urgent look on their faces. “Uh, you want to go to the field and save us some seats in the bleachers?” you ask Evan nervously. She nods ‘yes’ and runs off to the game.

“What was that?!” Mal asked incredulously.

“I’m so sorry guys. It was an accident. I tripped,” you said apologetically, “But you can fix this right?”

“No, there is no time. You’ll just have to become his girlfriend.” She said nonchalantly.

“Wait, what?!” your jaw was practically hitting the floor.

You guess this was the good thing that you felt coming, but unfortunately, you knew it was going to end badly.

Taglist: @havlindzk

[plussizeappreciationfics]

Headcanon: Special bonds

Requested by @weebiemo: Hello! Could I please request a platonic Peter Parker x black reader, where she's like an older sister to him?  They nerd out over Harry Potter, play pranks on the other Avengers, especially Scott/Antman. Maybe slight romance between reader and Thor, and Peter gets all protective? General fluff, really. I don't see many older sister like fics, I think it would be nice. Thank you ❤❤

Pairing: Black plus sized reader x Thor Odinson

Warning(s): none

Word count: 572

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-Thor loved every little thing about you. Staring with your loving, caring, genuine and hilarious character to your weird habits and the way of handling certain things in certain situations

 -But what he loved the most about you was the way you had special bonds with everyone he loved. When he met you and saw the way you instantly clicked with the people he loved the most, he knew that you were the one. When he introduced you to the super team, you welcomed them as your own family and created a special relationship with each and every member

 -Because you were a curious person, Tony and Bruce loved the way you asked them tons of science questions. You listened to them explaining you tons of things for hours and never getting bored of it

 -Your love for good music made the friendship between you and Sam Wilson stronger every day. The two of you listened to Marvin Gaye, Tina Turner, Michael Jackson and other musicians while relaxing on the couch and not saying a word, just letting the music flow through the two of you

 -Your genuine and compassionate heart made you grow close to Natasha and Wanda. You always listened to them whenever they needed to talk their sorrows off their chests and not once judged them for bad decisions they made in the past. And also being a woman made you feel like they were your sisters, so of course you always had their backs and were always honest with them when they were about to do something stupid or bad

 -Your hilarious and optimistic character made Scott, Clint and love you as their sister they never had. You loved playing pranks on them and helping them pranking each other, loud laughter always echoed through the tower whenever the three of you got together and it brought joy and happiness to everyone. They also got very overprotective about you whenever you were in danger, they always had your back no matter what

 -Your inner child that never grew up helped you create a special older sister bond with Peter Parker. You were able to understand the struggles he was going through as a teenager/superhero. You always gave him advice on how to handle things and told him to enjoy his teenager years as long as he could. Next to Tony, you were the person he looked up to and always felt grateful to have you as his big sister and protector

 -And last but not least, your kindness and love for others was what made Thor love you more every day. The way you only saw the good in people and never tried to tear someone down was what Thor loved so much about you. Not once did he feel the need to lie, hide or avoid certain things in your relationship because you always reassured him that you wouldn’t turn your back to him

 -Thor confided his deepest secrets and sorrows to you, sometimes with thick tears in his eyes. You were the only person who saw the vulnerable side of him. He was pretty good at hiding his feelings, not wanting to come over as weak but with you Thor knew that he could be himself

 -Every day he was grateful to wake up to you and go to sleep next to you. You taught him and the super team so many things they would never forget

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-Emma

[michaelsfavgirl]

Oh, he wanna be with a chubby girl soooo bad!

[michaelsfavgirl]

NSFW alphabet

Pairing: Michael Jackson x fem!reader

Tags: Smut, mention of mirror sex, creampie, toys, public play, foreplay, semi-exhibitionism, outdoor sex, somno, masturbation, size kink, mention of a foot fetish (oop), teasing, mike being whipped and pussydrunk, porn, oral (f & m), mike's enormous monster cock, edging, overstimulation, mention of dp…

Word Count: 4.8k

Requested: yes/no

Author’s Note: You can tell I started to lose my sanity at the end

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Pop, Rock and Soul aren't the only things he's the king of, he’s also most certainly the king of aftercare. Michael takes aftercare to a whole new level, turning it into an art form that rivals his mastery of music. For him, aftercare is not just an afterthought, it's as important as the act itself and the foreplay leading up to it. You’ll never catch him lacking

After the heat of passion has subsided, he gently guides you to lay on your shared, soft sheets, allowing you to catch your breath while he admires you with a look of pure adoration in his eyes. His touch is tender as he massages your heated skin, soothing any lingering tension and leaving you feeling utterly cherished.

Alright I'm going off on a tangent, back to aftercare! When it comes to cleaning up after sex, Michael prefers to do things properly. Instead of reaching for a mere wet rag, he opts for a shower or bath, finding the experience infinitely more intimate. With his hands in the warm water, he lavishes attention on every inch of your body. While he may melt at the suggestion of you returning the favor, his focus remains solely on pampering you.

Physical exertion is strictly off-limits after sex. Michael won't hear of you doing anything even remotely taxing. Instead, cuddles are mandatory.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Michael's adoration for you is evident to anyone who crosses your path; it's as if you radiate an otherworldly beauty that captivates all who are fortunate enough to behold you. From the strands of your hair to the tips of your pedicured toes (which, of course, he insists on paying for), you are nothing short of a goddess walking among mortals. If you asked him to choose a favorite part of your exquisite form, he would malfunction, how dare you make him choose? 

…however, when it comes to the sexual side of your relationship there are certain aspects of your body that he simply can't resist fixating on. He loves your hips, his large hands seem to have a mind of their own as they instinctively find their way there. Loves to squeeze them, especially when you’re in company and he needs to silently convey his yearning for you. Now if you’re chubby/plus size he’s obsessed with your love handles. Marveling at the way his fingers effortlessly find purchase in the soft folds of your flesh, when he’s taking your breath away with each thrust of his hips.

As for Michael's own body, it’s no surprise that he likes his hands. I mean have you seen them?! He knows the effect they have on you, he's caught you, not so discreetly, staring at them on multiple occasions. Loves to make you watch him play with your wet cunt in front of a mirror. He firmly yet gently cups your jaw to make sure your eyes stay glued to your reflection as he pushes his fingers into you, scissoring them in and out while slipping his thumb past your lips. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Certified creampie lover. Yes, seeing your soft skin glistening with his pearly beads of cum is undeniably arousing but it's the sight of his spent oozing out of your sensitive pussy that truly drives him wild. That sight alone is enough to get his length hardening in an instant. 

There's something undeniably primal about the way he fills you to the brim, until his own semen spills over, unable to be contained by your warmth, trickling down your slit in a deliciously messy display. The added messiness and the sinful squelching sounds only serve to send him into overdrive, fueling his desire to claim you again and again.

On occasions when there's no need to leave the confines of your home, Michael isn't shy about shoving his creamy mess deep into you with his thick fingers, then nonchalantly pulling up your panties as if it's the most natural thing in the world. He unashamedly revels in the sheer debauchery of watching you walk around with his cum dripping out of you, soaking your underwear. And just when you think he's done, he'll surprise you with an occasional check, slipping his warm hand under your panties to slide his fingers between your folds, deliberately ignoring your clit as he teases you about how drenched you are.

However, if Michael is feeling slightly remorseful or if you two have places to be, he'll opt for a more discreet approach. In such instances, he'll push a plug past your tight entrance, ensuring that his creamy aftermath is neatly contained within you. But this "tidiness" comes with a price—the plug he chooses is usually a remote-controlled vibrator, allowing him to maintain his dominance over you even when you're out in public. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Michael is an open book when it comes to sharing his fantasies and kinks with you, but there are certain desires he keeps hidden, reserved for the privacy of his own mind. One such secret, (yes there’s multiple) nestled deep within the recesses of his consciousness, is somnophilia.

There's an undeniable allure to the sight of you lost in slumber, your features softened by the peaceful embrace of unconsciousness. As you lie there, your slow, rhythmic breaths filling the room, Michael finds himself mesmerized by the sight of your sleeping form. He can’t help the blood pumping in his veins when you inch your leg higher, seeking a more comfortable position, whilst inadvertently revealing tantalizing glimpses of your clothed pussy. 

He only wants to rub your little clit that's all, or maybe also slip a finger or two into your slippery hole. Can you blame him for wanting to make his precious girl feel good? For wanting you to wake you with that familiar, pleasurable sensation between your legs?

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

As much as the media wants to portray him as a clueless virgin to the public, behind closed doors, he's far from inexperienced. He's no prude and unfortunately for his mama he didn't wait till marriage. Trust he knows what he's doing. He knows his way around a bedroom, his every touch calculated to elicit gasps of ecstasy. With Michael, there's no fumbling or uncertainty.

In the beginning, when you first became intimate Michael made it his mission to commit to memory the nuances of your body and what turns you on. He focused solely on you, trying to gauge your reactions, see what brought you the most pleasure and what you didn’t seem too fond of. He learned to read your body like a well-worn book, to anticipate your every whim and desire before it even crossed your mind. His touch became more intuitive, his movements more fluid, as he effortlessly guided you to the heights of ecstasy and beyond.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

To him, it's an absurd question because He has no issue with bringing you the most pleasure in any position. and he's more than willing to explore them all with you. Of course, if you have one, he's more than happy to accommodate. Your satisfaction is his top priority, and he'll go out of his way to make sure you're getting exactly what you want. 

But I know you want to know more so here are honorable mentions: The mating press: oh lord, he’s obsessed with how deep he can go. He revels in the sensation of plunging deep into your drooling cunt, his hips slamming against yours with a ferocity that borders on animalistic. Almost cums on the spot at the sight of your jaw unhinging as his tip kisses your cervix with each powerful thrust. 

Standing up/against a wall: these are mainly reserved for quickies. Loves the urgency, the need to satisfy your needs in the heat of the moment. He delights in pushing you against a wall, his hands gripping your hips as he slides into your puffy cunt with abandon. Bonus points for watching your ass jiggle.

Low doggy style: prefers this one over the traditional doggy as you have to do even less. There's no need to strain your spine or hurt your elbows; no, instead all his sweet girl has to do is lie comfortably on the sheets and let him do all the work.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Michael has a fantastic sense of humor, most of his friends and family will agree. However, when it comes to matters of the bedroom, he adopts a more serious demeanor. He wants your thoughts to meld together, your senses attuned to the delicious stretch of his cock or the tantalizing sensation of his mouth between your legs. To introduce humor into such a sacred space would be to risk disrupting the delicate balance of pleasure and passion that he works so tirelessly to achieve.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Michael takes great pride in his grooming habits, ensuring that he is always impeccably clean and well-maintained, especially when it comes to his nether regions. While he may not be a fan of shaving, he keeps his pubic hair neatly trimmed, finding that the hair adds a touch of masculinity to his appearance. However, he does make an exception when it comes to his balls, preferring to keep them smooth for your convenience and enjoyment.

As for his preference when it comes to your grooming habits, Michael has a strong preference for a full bush. This is factual, you can't tell me otherwise. He's a product of the 70s era, where lush and natural pubic hair was the norm. The wilder the better. He told me so himself.

Adores when it gets messy with his cum or feels it dampen with your arousal as he pleasures you. He loves the way the soft hairs brush against his cheeks when he's sucking on your clit or when your pubic hair tangles with his own as he thrusts deeply into you.

Plus when the two of you are lounging on the couch, boredom sometimes leads him to slip his hand under your pants to absentmindedly play with the tufts of hair at the top of your mound. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

For Michael, sex isn't just a physical act, it's the ultimate expression of intimacy and connection. He views it as something sacred, a deeply personal and meaningful experience. He’s always doting on you in your relationship so that doesn’t change in the bedroom, he actually becomes even more affectionate. From gentle whispers of endearment to tender kisses placed upon your skin, he leaves no doubt in your mind that you are his everything, the center of his universe, and he is utterly devoted to your pleasure and satisfaction.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Before you entered his life, Michael's hand was no stranger to his throbbing shaft, especially with the weight of carrying the entire music industry on his back. Masturbation served as a way to let off steam and alleviate the relentless stress. But once you became intimately involved, his solo sessions dwindled significantly. Your touch, your scent, your very essence eclipsed any pleasure he could derive from his own hand. So, he'd much rather wait to get his hands on you. 

Even when you're not in the mood, he holds off. Some might say he edges this way but of course, he'd never admit to such lewd accusations.

However, when the demands of touring keep him separated from you for months on end, Michael's resolve is put to the ultimate test. Alone in his hotel room, he finds himself unable to resist the primal urge to seek release. With your panties clenched tightly in his fist, his hand moves with a frenzied urgency, his shaft pulsating with need as he conjures vivid memories of fucking you senseless, eagerly counting down the days until he can hold you in his arms once again.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Lowkey a freak. All that repressed sexual desire from being in a highly religious household really did its thing, taught him how to conceal his deepest yearnings behind a façade of propriety and restraint. Considers himself more kinky than most. Even when he comes across someone who's also into kinky stuff they’re usually into the typical bdsm-like things whilst Michael's tastes veer decidedly into the realm of the unconventional. our man gets off on the weirder fetishes. (still love him though)

Aside from those when it comes to the more “normal” desires he’s into immortalizing your most intimate encounters with a click of his camera shutter. Polaroids and videos of the most raunchy moments that would put Kim K’s tape to shame. Of course your faces are still always out of the frame, after all, discretion is important when you're the most famous person in the world.

Has a raging size kink that borders on obsession. (not talking about body size) Each time he has to prep you with his fingers, the sensation of stretching you to accommodate his girthy cock makes his brain melt. Also unashamedly loves being messy and spitting in your mouth. I could go on forever listing them so let’s stop, we've got more to talk about. 

 Also may or may not have a foot fetish, but i didn't tell you that.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Mainly prefers the privacy of your neverland ranch but he's not limited to the confines of the bedroom. There’s no surface in your home that hasn’t been christened by the both of you. from the kitchen counter to the inviting waters of the pool.

Considers himself a semi-exhibitionist, relishing in the thrill of the forbidden without the desire to actually get caught in the act. There's something about the risk of being discovered, of stifling your moans with his palm while keeping a vigilant eye out for prying eyes. It's the adrenaline rush of teetering on the edge of discovery that sets his pulse racing.

Outside of your haven he prefers either his dressing room or somewhere out in nature. Making love to you while you're laying on a soft blanket in the middle of a flowery field while the birds are chirping? Sign him the fuck up.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Michael's motivations are as straightforward as they come: you. The simple presence of your divine form is enough to send his desire into overdrive. Call it whipped if you must, but he sees it as a privilege to be enraptured by the allure of the sexiest woman in existence.

Strangely enough, it's not the overtly seductive gestures that get him going. No, it's the everyday moments, the mundane activities that hold the power to ignite the flames of passion within him. You can be lounging on the couch beside him, lost in conversation on the phone or simply lost in your own thoughts and the innocent sound of your sighs or the arch of your neck as you stretch will get him chubbing up instantly.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Michael has firm boundaries when it comes to certain acts in the bedroom, rooted in the trauma he endured at the hands of his father. The idea of causing you any harm, whether physical or emotional, is utterly unthinkable to him. Squeezing your hips? Sure. a spank on your soft ass? Alright. but anything more aggressive or degrading is strictly off-limits. The thought of leaving a mark on your delicate skin or causing you any distress sends shivers down his spine.

Another thing that's off the table for Michael is pornography. He simply can't bring himself to watch other naked women when he's got his very own P.Y.T. by his side. Besides, with his penchant for taking Polaroids and videos, he's got his own personal collection that far surpasses anything he could find online. Why settle for generic smut when he has the real deal right in front of him?

At last, subbing is something he’ll never do. Nope, not happening. He's a pleasure/service dom through and through, and the idea of you putting in any work to satisfy him instead of the other way around? Yeah, that's a major turn-off for him. Katherine didnt raise no 50/50 “let's split the bill” goon.

When he's really exhausted but still wants to please you, he'll reluctantly let you take the reins. Will let you bounce on his fat cock as you use him for your own pleasure. It's the closest thing to submission you'll ever get from him, but even then, that doesn’t happen often and he's still calling the shots, making sure you're getting exactly what you need while he serves as your willing plaything.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Michael's got a Ph.D. from the pussy eating academy, wait no, scratch that, he's the one who founded the university. He’s the founding father, the dean, and the star pupil all rolled into one. Therefore he's more of a giver. It's not just a preference; it's a calling. Sounds overused but he really could spend hours nestled between your thighs, worshiping at the altar of your pleasure. 

And let's talk about his chronic clit-sucking habit. Once he gets going, there's no stopping him. He'll latch onto that little bundle of nerves like his life depends on it, not even bothering to detach his lips when he sees it swollen and sensitive from his ministrations. And when your thighs instinctively squeeze around his head, well, let's just say it's his version of heaven on earth. Deny him the chance to feast on you daily, and he'll legit start having wet dreams about it. No joke.

Now, when it comes to receiving oral, Michael's a bit more reserved. He prides himself on being a gentleman, and making you kneel on a cold wooden floor just doesn't sit right with him. He'll only let you go down on him on special occasions, and even then, he's careful not to push you too far. You won't be deep-throating him anytime soon—just the tip, thank you very much. He's all about ensuring your comfort, and he's not about to let you strain your jaw for his pleasure.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He's somewhere in between. He's quite blessed downstairs so he knows he needs to tread carefully to avoid accidentally causing you any discomfort. “Technique is more important than pace” truther. That being said, there are moments when he's not afraid to let loose and take you hard and fast, especially if he's feeling particularly stressed or you've been a bit of a brat.

But if he's not in the mood for a wild romp, it'll take some serious convincing, a healthy dose of luck, and maybe a few well-timed puppy dog eyes to get him to crank up the intensity. And if you manage to persuade him to pound you into the mattress he'll step up his aftercare game to a whole new level.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

There's something undeniably thrilling about swiftly pulling aside clothes, not bothering with the formality of full undressing, and dropping to his knees to bury his head under your skirt for a quick taste of ecstasy. The urgency of it all, the risk of getting caught, it's enough to send shivers down his spine and get his blood pumping. He gets it, he really does.

But as much as he enjoys the occasional quickie, nothing compares to the ecstasy of taking his time with you. Michael is all about savoring every moment, prolonging foreplay until you're practically begging for release. He revels in edging you to the brink, pushing you to the very limits of pleasure until you're a quivering, whimpering mess beneath him. And when you finally can't take it anymore, when you're cumming so hard you can barely see straight, that's when he knows he's done his job right. 

Seeing your legs trembling, your eyes rolling back in bliss, and your beautiful face contorted with pleasure is the ultimate reward for him. So while quickies may have their appeal, for Michael, nothing beats the pure, unadulterated ecstasy of taking his time and making you cum over and over again.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Michael is all about pleasing you so if you've got a fantasy you've been dying to try, you can bet he'll be game for it. Even if it's not exactly his cup of tea, he'll give it a shot at least once, just to see the look of satisfaction on your face. There are very few things he’d not try, especially with you. Your pleasure is his top priority, and he'll go to great lengths to ensure you feel comfortable and fulfilled in the bedroom. So don't be shy about sharing your wildest fantasies with him – he's always eager to turn your dreams into reality. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

You could be lying there, barely able to catch your breath after multiple rounds, and he'll be grinning like a Cheshire cat, asking if you can give him one more orgasm. And trust me, you never have to worry about taking too long to cum or him finishing before you do as this man can dance, sing, and entertain on stage for hours on end without breaking a sweat. 

You’ve never had an experience when you didn’t cum or that he climaxed first. Absolutely not. He's a master at making sure you reach climax first, every single time. He's all about you and your pleasure baby. You'll never leave the bedroom unsatisfied when Michael's in charge. 

He usually goes for three rounds and can last around thirty minutes before he finally lets himself climax. And even then, his refractory period is short – just a few minutes, maybe ten if he's had an especially intense orgasm. So rest assured, you'll be in for a wild ride every time you're between the sheets with him.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He does have a stash of toys that are mostly for your pleasure and he's not shy about putting them to good use. From vibrators to plugs to dildos (none bigger than his own length, of course) to lots of lube, he’s got everything you need.

 He is not one of those men who get insecure and compare themselves to silicone toys. In fact, he sees them as valuable tools for enhancing your pleasure, not as competition. He knows that they can help him make you feel even better. They're besties not enemies.

He's especially into the idea of double penetration, but he's not about to invite someone else into the bedroom to make it happen. That's where the toys come in handy. He can fill both of your holes at the same time, giving you the kind of mind-blowing pleasure you crave.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

After music teasing you is his second most favorite thing to do. You hate how naturally it comes to him. No matter what the situation, he always manages to find a way to make your face feel hot, leaving you squirming and begging for more. 

It's almost unfair how good he is at it. One minute you're just minding your own business, and the next, he's got you swatting at his arm and burying your face in his chest, trying to hide the embarrassment. But deep down, you secretly love every second of it – even if you'd never admit it out loud.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Unlike some guys, Michael isn't shy about letting the world know when you're making him feel good. He's a vocal one, and he sees no reason to hold back. I mean, why would he want to hide the fact that you're driving him wild with pleasure? Especially when you're at home, he couldn't care less if the maids or security overhear (they've all signed NDAs anyway), he's not holding anything back.

And let's talk about that mouth of his. It's downright filthy, I tell you. Once he gets going, there's no shutting him up. He's always whispering the nastiest, dirtiest things into your ear, sending shivers down your spine and making your gummy walls clench around him like a vice.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Remember the dildos I mentioned in the toys section? Well this little freak has made a custom made dildo for you that is an exact replica of his cock. Yeah, you read that right. I’m going to give you a second to take that in……

he was absolutely buzzing with excitement, literally had his dick in a mold, imagining your reaction when you laid eyes on it.

Before jetting off on tour, he carefully placed this anatomically accurate marvel in a discreet box on your bed, like a tantalizing treasure waiting to be discovered. And then, without so much as a backward glance, he vanished to conquer stages in far-off lands, leaving you to uncover his risqué gift in his absence.

When you finally laid eyes on that uncanny replica, your face surely turned as hot as a boiling teapot. From the lifelike color to the intricate veins, every detail is meticulously crafted to match the one you’re all too familiar with.

When Michael called you from across the globe, you could practically hear the mischievous smirk in his voice as he awaited your reaction, fully aware of the tidal wave of emotions that “little” creation would unleash.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I'm just expanding on this post I made a while ago. 

He’s 7 inches when soft, 9 when hard. And before you start with the "unrealistic" talk, let me stop you right there, this blog is not the place for that. We're on Tumblr for crying out loud. Besides, rumor has it that Michael was packing something closer to a 12-inch monster, so let's just say 9 inches is well within the realm of possibility for our man. 

But besides length you may say “length isnt everything its all about the girth” you are correct and to that i give you one hint–can of soda.(which is around 21 cm btw). He is absolutely obsessed with the fact that your hand can barely wrap around his impressive shaft.

Also he's uncut, with faint veins tracing their way all over, adding an extra layer of sensation as they glide against your slick walls. Has big soft balls to match the length. They are very sensitive so every time they slap against your bottom he's panting from the sheer overstimulation. Sucking on them during oral for longer than a few seconds  will have you witnessing a rare sight of him losing his control.

Michael takes great care of himself physically so his cum tastes relatively good, never have you felt the need to spit it out. It's so thick and milky as well, all that creamy goodness looks mouthwatering, painting your skin or insides.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Good luck soldier cause he has a very high libido. And he has the audacity to blame it on you. He'll look you dead in the eye and say, "How can I not be insatiable when I wake up next to the most beautiful girl in the world?" Cheesy bastard. 

As much as Michael yearns for you every damn day, he's not about to let his desires override your comfort. He's a gentleman through and through. If he notices that you're still feeling sore from the previous night's escapades, he'll restrain himself because at the end of the day, your comfort and well-being come above anything else, even his insatiable hunger for you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

you're usually the first one to tap out. After all those gentle caresses and sweet nothings whispered in your ear, it's a wonder you manage to stay awake at all. But Michael's not the type to tease you about it, he's too busy showering you with praise for how well you did for him. He'll pull you close to his chest and tell you to close those pretty eyes and rest. There's no better lullaby than the sound of his steady heartbeat as you drift off into dreamland. Makes sure you are snuggled up close to his chest before he lets himself drift off.

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