#tease me about how fat im becoming

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YOHHH I JS READ UR NEW POST, IM GONNA LYK HOW MUCH I LOVED IT LATER 😭😭😭

i do got a request tho 😻 soft dom toji talking the reader through her first orgasm, or hate sex with toji !! you can choose either !!

—pearl anon <3

Ⳋ᧙ : having hate sex with toji.

warnings. fem reader, hate sex, shower sex, dirty talk, praise, choking, breath play, mdni.

“fuck you, toji.”

you scoffed, yet little did you know how quick you’d be eating up your words. you slip off out a small gasp once he quickly spun you around in the shower. as water raced down your back, you were met with toji pressed up firm against you, parting your legs.

“fuck me?” he mocks your tone, and you almost slip off a moan once he runs a hand between your legs, brushing two fingers against your drenched slicked folds. “fuck me but y’er this fuckin’ wet?”

“that’s just the water.”

“that’s just the water,” he mimicked your voice, butchering it entirely. you were close up against the shower wall, and toji’s warmth went all over your body. “if y’er gonna talk to me like that at least face me. but you can’t do that in this position can you?”

it was pure silence.

“what i thought. no fuckin’ back talk, brat.”

“you talk so much,” you spat, only to whine once he gives your pussy a brief squeeze. it felt good, your breath soaks against the wall as you panted before you bit your lip. “just fuck me already.”

“got some nerve tellin’ me what to do,” toji scoffs, and you moan once you feel the tip of his dick graze against your folds. he was so thick, just the sole fat tip was enough.

you felt beads of sweat run down the sides of your neck as you stood still.

“bet me havin’ you like this is getting you all wet. knew you were always nasty for me.”

your eyes roll for a bit before you part your thighs a bit more.

toji makes you arch your back for him. he wraps a hand around his girth of a length before you feel him starting to realign himself.

a soft whine flew past your lips once he teasingly starts to slap his tip against your slick entrance.

“audacity,” he hisses in a low tone.

the base in his voice made you pulse—you felt so hot, the steam of the shower wafting in the air, ringing started to form in your ear from the droplets plopping down amongst the floor.

“…audacity to say ya hate me with a pussy this drenched.”

toji’s dirty talk never failed to make you throb, yearn desperately for more.

he was so filthy, his mouth was especially. he knew no bounds.

all he knew was rhat he could say just about anything to make you drip all right between your thighs.

rough hands of his roam all over your body before he brings your ass right up against him.

“f-fuck you,” you whine, his girth completely stretching you out. he was so big, it was almost too hard to fathom — too hard to process.

toji’s wet body rocked in such a sensual way, all it took was for him to wrap a hand around your neck, ghosting a middle finger near the passageway of your throat.

he leans up close to your ear, pivoting his hips before you’re met with a rude thrust. “you fuck like a girl.”

“you couldn’t be funny if you tried, girl,” he whispers, sneaking a kiss towards your neck. once you start being fucked behind by toji, he grunts at how the sheer ruthless smacks your ass feels. just thwacking and thwacking back against him in response. “yeah. try ‘n hide those pathetic moans from me.”

as he was pressed up against you, toji teasingly brings a hand towards your ass. you gasp, feeling the sharp sting his palm presents you.

he maintains a tempo before you moan, the thought of becoming fucked from behind turning into a reality for you.

he was all up close, even being a tease to bite against your neck—you moan once he pivots his hips just to reach that spot.

“nothing to say now, huh,” he scoffs, bringing two rough hands towards your ass.

you shiver from his touch, feeling the droplets of water that raced down him dance against your skin. for a few seconds, nothing but silence was your initial response before he chuckles. “hate me yet here you are. bent over of me like some slut.”

“s-shut up.” you grouse, the temple of your cheek being pressed up against the slick tile wall.

toji raspy laughs against your ear, “make me. oh right, you can’t.”

and his tone was filled with such tease—you moaned once he pulls your ass up a bit, getting such a thorough angle that he’s reaching so deep. you gripped back against him and it made you bite your tongue to not produce such loud whiney moans. “say ya hate me but y’er pussy says otherwise.”

he always sounded so sure of himself, the pure smoothness that ran off toji’s touch — it never failed to make you soak right between your legs.

his cock was so thick, you felt it reach just about every spot, every crevice with such ease. it left you with your maw practically dropped, such moans escaping your lips.

the way his vigorous hips maintained such speed. you whined, feeling your right thigh start to bounce. fingers of his wander against your skin, tracing the outline of your figure just to watch you shiver from his touch.

“such a sensitive girl,” he purrs, right beside your ear. you moaned, feeling the edge of his mouth, the side where his scar ran across his lip swipe gingerly against your cheek. toji’s so mean with his thrusts, it leaves your mind empty — brain just roaming with all kinds of filthy thoughts. “should see y’erself for me right now.”

he knew every inch of your body, every spot to make you tingle and whine out in pleasure. toji positions his hips in a way that you feel the girth, the stretch he continuously makes against your cunt. he groans, looking down to see how your slick departs from him again and again.

“fuckin’ messy,” he groans, and you feel the heftiness of his base thwack against you. just a simple gesture of that makes your ears rings before you arch just a bit more, dumbly moaning and whimpering for more. you sounded desperate, which you were. “looks like someone’s getting close.”

“t— toji,” you mewl, entire body being drenched from the water. toji too — his body heat radiated amongst you, him being so close and personal this much towards your body made you pulse.

he snickers, bringing a smack towards your ass. “don’t give me that. thought you hated me, baby.”

toji smiles, knowing you were probably pouting from his witty response. you felt multiple nerves stir up inside you, and your breathing started to becoming heavy and irregular.

each time his tip prodded against that particular spot, you let out a cute noise, chasing your incoming orgasm.

“jus’ let me cum,” you whined, fully disregarding what he was saying. you were so close—you squeezed your eyes shut for a brief moment, transmitting into a world of total ecstasy. toji brings his hands towards your waist, pressing two thumbs against your skin before he shoves you back and forth against him. he was so thick, your mouth remained open before you start whimpering, not knowing how long you could hold out. “pleasepleaseplease.”

“say pretty please,” he starts, and that’s when you feel his hips slow down. as his voice trails, you frown once his sudden sloppy pace goes to an abrupt halt. “in that cute voice of yours.”

you whine, clenching around him before murmuring out a sweet, “pretty please toji.”

“good girl,” he maunders lowly, his tone made you pulse — it was embarrassing. whenever he did that thing where he pitches his tone, the bass that hid behind it. especially whenever he praised you. toji fixes your posture, skimming a finger down your back before kissing the back part of your neck. “go ‘head. give it to me. i guess...”

you couldn’t see him, but you’d bet money he’d just given you an eye roll. once you came, it was so much — you moaned from the shockwaves that ran out of you. “f-fuckkkk,” you spat, convulsing all on his shaft.

even whilst standing up, your legs felt so numb. butterflies resided in your tummy, and once he let you compose yourself, he turns you around.

toji’s smirking at you visibly, and your eyes were all low and half lidded — you give him a glare before he leans in to kiss your neck and slowly raise your leg up against him. he whispers right against your skin a rasp, “uh huh. that’s what i thought.”

[ayacokeandpepsi]

Niki walking in on you masturbating ⋆·˚ ༘ *

Cw: f!masturbating, smut, softdom!niki, roommate!niki, oral (f recieving), facesitting, squirting, protected sex, fingering, nipple stimulation (f recieving), cock warming at the end if you squint, fluff if you squint, reader is not shy, use of word “slimy” to describe ur puthy 😖

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You didn’t know he was home with how your noise canceling headphones really did cancel out the noise, you could barely hear your own loud moans as your purple vibrator worked its magic on your throbbing clit. Your legs were spread out, your head resting against the headboard of your bed, your panties and bra were thrown on the floor of your bedroom. Your door was slightly cracked open, and you were loud enough to have Niki notice, your eyes still closed tightly as you edged yourself to the thought of him eating you out. He was supposed to be at practice with his members, but it got canceled, which you didn’t know, so he came straight back to your shared apartment. As soon as he walked in and heard whines and sweet sounds that belonged to you, his face flushed as well as his dick. He nervously peaked over to your room, seeing you in the crack just barely, but just enough. He gulped. The sight of you, pussy and tits on display, legs spread out, your face contorting in pleasure as you moaned his name was almost too much for him. He was throbbing by this point. His breathing was heavy. He didn’t notice when his own eyes were closed shut as he pumped his cock to the sounds of you, that you had found him peeping at you and quietly left your bed, only opening his eyes when he noticed your sweet moans stopped. His eyes widened. You pushed open the door to your room fully, he looked everywhere but you it seemed.

"i uh im so sorry! i didnt expect to see you like this, i just, im so fucking sorry!" he stammers out,

you notice his cock slightly peeking underneath his jacket, his belt unbuckled, which made you grin. you interrupt him by taking him by his shirt and pulling him back into your room, giggling. he finally looks you in the eyes, his breathing becoming audible.

"are you, mad..?" he nervously whispers, your lips just inches away from his own. he realizes what you want, letting you pull him in to kiss him. he hurriedly takes off his jacket, not breaking the kiss, followed by his white tank top and baggy jeans, revealing his toned body. you moan into the kiss as he finds your breasts in his hands, massaging them softly. he lays you down on your bed, his long body pressed between your naked legs, the only thing between you two is the already damp fabric of his boxers, as he thrusts against you.

"i-ah- didnt know you wanted me," he mutters inbetween thrusts as you kiss him.

"fuck, riki, i need you so bad, please, touch me more," you whisper as he sighs into another kiss, his cock growing painfully hard. he flips you over so that youre on top of him, his hands holding your hips as he grinds you on his cock. he leans his head in to suck on your nipples with his plump lips, his warm tongue going painfully slow as he teases your tits, eliciting a moan from you. he brings down his other hand to circle at your clit with his thumb, playing with you so easily.

"can you do something for me, please baby," he whispers, his lips swollen from sucking and kissing you everywhere. "sit on my face, i wanna taste you so bad, fuck," his deep voice whines to you. you were reluctant at first, but were too horny to care about embarassment. his fat lips slowly sucked on your swollen clit, groaning into you as the vibrations from his voice added to you pleasure unintentionally. his eyes were shut in pleasure as you grinded on his tongue, he was sloppy in the best way possible, lewd sounds came from him as he dragged his tongue up and down your pussy, kissing your lips and sucking loudly on your puffy clit. his own cock was throbbing by now, leaking precum more and more everytime you moaned for him, when you moaned his name. you came fast even though he was so slow with it. he brought your hips back down to his as he sat up more, immediatley kissing you, his long fingers finding their way to your slimy cunt, his middle finger gently thrusting into you as you whined loud for him, taking the opportunity to leave warm, breathy kisses against your neck. he added his ring finger inside you, pumping in and out of you. he pulled them out, causing you to whine, he giggled and pulled you into a sensual kiss as he wipes his fingers on his boxers before sliding them off completely.

"do you have a," he gestured to your drawer. "yeah, one sec," you giggled. you fumbled around for a condom in your nightstand drawer as you two kissed passionately. you gave it to him as he slides it down his cock, softly groaning. he puts his hands on your hips as you line yourself up with his mauve tip, easily sliding down on his fat cock, causing both of you to moan. his lips find your own again as he slowly thrusts up into you, his deep voice making such needy whines you would never had expected from him. his hips grew faster as his strong arms held your hips up, burying his face into your neck. he brought one hand down to harshly rub circles on your clit, causing you to squeeze him tighter. his thumb was so fast and his cock was just the right amount of thick to stuff you, his fast pace continued until you squirted against his abdomen,

“oh fuck babygirl that was so fucking hot, mmm, fuck, kiss me,” he whined as he pulled you in to his lips, swallowing your moans,his own orgasm coming “gonna-fuck-cumming,” he moaned out, his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. He slowly thrusted inside you, coming to a stop as he filled the condom with cum, groaning into your neck as your hands cupped his hair.

“Fuckkk…,” he panted against your neck as he held you by your waist, soft giggles coming from both of you as his thumbs ran circles against your skin, giving you soft kisses to your neck before forcing you to look at him and kissing you slowly, cock still inside you. "lets just stay like this for a bit, baby," he says into your lips as he holds you tighter against his chest.

[scaranation]

HII I SAW UR REQUESTS WERE OPEN!!! your writing is so amazing i couldn’t resist sending one in after i had binged everything…

may i request headcanons for a totally whipped al-haitham with the childhood friends to lovers trope throughout the years? as in how he was to reader in elementary, middle school, etc. but if not that’s fine!!! your fic with him liking reader since middle school was so 😭😭😭❤️ reader teasing him was so funny and i can’t scream about it hard enough 🥹

i hope you have an amazing day!!! keep up the good work!

thank you smm that rlly means a lot! im so glad you enjoyed my writing ❤️❤️ i love the friends to lovers trope sm writing this involved a lot of giggling and kicking my feet, whipped Alhaitham is just so cute. Anyway I hope you like this I had so much fun with it too 😋😋

༊*·˚ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

Pairing: Alhaitham x F!reader

Content: fluff, modern AU, childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining, (very) whipped Alhaitham

ELEMENTARY SCHOOL

You’d first met Alhaitham when you were in elementary. He, being slightly younger, was in preschool. Unlike the other kids, he kept to himself, mainly studying a picture book in a secluded corner. Your play areas were separated by a low fence, one which you often loved to climb over.

“Haitham!” You almost fell onto the grass after scaling this fence once again in the break time, peeking over the smaller boy’s shoulder.

“Is that a kangaroo?” You pointed at the picture book enthusiastically. Alhaitham only looked up at you, blinking a few times with his wide green-orange eyes.

“No, it’s a pademelon.” He spoke surprisingly eloquently, tongue only slightly lisping over the syllables.

“You’re no fun.” You sighed, plopping down next to your self-proclaimed friend and beginning to draw flowers on paper with your new crayons. Upon seeing the curious look on Alhaitham’s face, you handed him the green crayon.

“You can draw flowers with me if you want.” You shifted closer. The boy said nothing, only holding the crayon tightly as he watched you happily scribbling.

Once you’d befriended Alhaitham, there was no turning back. He was shy and quiet, but utterly attached to you. You nodded excitedly whenever he babbled on about a new topic, although you never really understood what he was talking about, and played imaginary games with him in the playhouses. He never really understood the imaginative concept, but you would lead the way as he followed along with whatever you said.

“I am the princess, and I am going to become the queen! Bow before me!” You manoeuvred a figurine across the miniature castle.

“No, the crown prince’s wife will become queen when he ascends to the throne.”

“Oh, okay. You’re so cool, Haitham.”

Alhaitham only smiled at you. The truth was, he thought you were the coolest person in the world. He might know all the logistical facts, but he could never weave a story as you did.

“Huh? Haitham, you’re the knight. You need to go to battle!”

Alhaitham was shaken out of his daze when he realised he’d only been staring at you in awe, quickly grabbing the knight figure to move it. Beneath his long lashes, he’d constantly sneak glances at you - looking for your approval that he was doing the right thing.

Whenever you were absent, Alhaitham would ask everyone else where you’d gone. After verifying that - unfortunately - you really weren’t coming to school and shocking his peers with his sudden friendliness, he’d retreat to the outskirts of the play area. He would collect flowers and rocks, gathering them in his small arms - still a little chubby with baby fat - determined to find the best things to gift to you.

When you came back the next day, Alhaitham would shyly press the gifts he’d collected into your hands, eagerly watching your expression. If you smiled, he would too. Truly, although he was too young to know, you were his first love and the centre of his universe.

MIDDLE SCHOOL

During middle school, you and Alhaitham were in the same class. Due to his intellect, he’d been bumped up by a grade - much to his joy. The truth was, he’d been offered to move higher by two grades, but opted to only move one so he could be with you. Not that he’d ever admit that to you, of course.

Middle school Alhaitham would be better at hiding his feelings. He’d no longer be the the eager boy who openly chased your attention, although he still wanted it just as much. Rather, he’d deploy more subtle tactics, despite them rarely ever working.

It was undeniable that you were quite popular. Given your outgoing, virtuosic personality, you were constantly surrounded by friends. It hurt Alhaitham slightly, knowing that you were his favourite but he wasn’t yours. Despite this, he never changed his aloof demeanour - acting coldly to others, and less coldly to you. It was clear through his gestures that he had a soft spot for you, whether it consisted of paying for your lunch or bringing you snacks.

“Oh, we were supposed to bring a protractor to the test?” You hissed in the silence of the classroom, broken only by the whisper of pencils on paper. The teacher shot you a glare, motioning for you to be quiet.

“Here, I have a spare.” You felt a light tap on your shoulder, and spun around to see Alhaitham holding his hand out. His eyes hesitated before locking into contact with yours, the glasses making them look larger than they were.

“Thank you. You’re so cute, Haitham.” You whispered, shooting him a wry smile before resuming your position hunched over the test paper. You didn’t lie - he really did look adorable, those large eyes and small frame lending him to having a rather endearing disposition.

Alhaitham flushed red, his hands fumbling to close the zipper on his pencil case. He pushed his completed test paper to the side and placed his head on the desk, the hard surface cold on his burning skin. He mentally praised himself for always bringing a spare of every stationery item, just in case you needed it.

Whilst Alhaitham swatted away anyone else who dared ask him for academic help, he’d be almost eager to give you any form of assistance. If you were paying attention, you’d see the way his cheeks flushed when you leaned in to copy his homework, or the slight tremor in his voice when he explained a concept to you. Middle school Alhaitham - now hyper aware of his feelings for you - would be a stuttering mess at times, although that would soon change in his high school years.

“So, after completing the square… this equation can translate to- hey, why are you staring at me?” Alhaitham stopped upon noticing your gaze.

“Haitham, you can be so pretty if you tried a little more. I’m so jealous, you have such nice eyes.” You commented, running your fingers through his soft hair.

“… Why would I seek the superficial approval of others?” Alhaitham huffed, crossing his arms. Secretly however, your words spiralled in his head. Perhaps, if he did as you said, you’d like him too…?

He realised your hand was still on his head, and moved back. You whined in exasperation, flopping onto the desk.

“Your hair’s so soft though…” You mumbled, reaching out again.

“We’re here to study.” Alhaitham snapped, busying himself in flipping through the textbook to hide his red face. He found the content mundane, but teaching it to you made his heart flutter in knowing that he could be of use to you.

HIGH SCHOOL

Alhaitham in high school was drastically different from his middle school self, to say the least. He’d risen greatly in popularity for being the mysteriously smart and handsome student that barely paid anyone any mind. Much to your surprise, he’d grown even taller than you - making it a lot harder to ruffle his hair. It was rumoured that he’d brutally rejected confessions from many others, and had even made a teacher cry - but the shy boy you knew would never do that, right?

“Where are you headed?” You felt a large hand on your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks.

“I’m… going to study!” You stammered, finally looking behind you to meet a piercing amber gaze.

“Studying? On your way to the bus stop that leads only to the mall?” Alhaitham raised an eyebrow.

“Um, yes, a new cafe opened there and I wanted to study in it.”

“Hey, what’s taking you so long? We’re going to miss the movie at this rate!” You internally cursed as the loud voice of your friends interrupted your conversation.

“Studying, huh… Well, have fun. Don’t expect me to help you this time.” Alhaitham scoffed, releasing his grip on your shoulder.

He sent you his notes later that night regardless.

It was well known around your school that you were friends with Alhaitham, although you vehemently denied any romantic feelings between the two of you - much to his dismay. Because of this, you often had students approaching you and asking to be set up with Alhaitham. Of course, being the epitome of moral excellency, you only agreed if they paid you.

"You know, this girl in my class is pretty cute..." You showed Alhaitham a picture on your phone.

"You like her?" Alhaitham asked, not even sparing a glance to the picture.

"No, I..."

"How much did they pay you this time?"

"What! I would do no such thing-"

"You know, if you just asked me, I could give you way more than whatever they're giving you. Stop trying to auction me off, I have no interest in such things." Alhaitham snapped his book shut. You frowned, tugging on his arm.

"Please? Just one date with her, I'll do anything."

"Anything?"

"Kiss me."

"Why?"

"Wouldn't it be awkward if I were on a date with this girl, and I didn't even know how to kiss her?"

"Oh, true." Alhaitham internally winced at how you didn't give it a second thought, only leaning in to seal your lips together. Although he'd mastered the art of maintaining a cool facade, if you'd opened your eyes in that moment, you'd see the flush in his face. He reminded himself to close his eyes, recalling the countless books he'd read about the topic. It definitely wasn't how he'd imagined his first kiss with you to be, but he'd take anything you gave him.

"Now, you're going on that date right? Here's her number." You winked, pulling away. Alhaitham furiously tugged his headphones onto his ears to hide how red they were, shooing you away.

"I'll text you her number then, Haitham!"

You ignored the confusing twist in your chest, attributing it to the kiss. After all, sharing a kiss with anyone would make you flustered - surely, it was nothing special.

Regardless of your efforts to make whatever dates you sent Alhaitham on successful, it never seemed to work. In truth, you had no idea how Alhaitham knew you'd been spying on those dates - after all, you were so inconspicuous, posing as a mere passerby. But he'd grown used to your exact demeanour, and no matter how hard you tried to be nondescript, his eyes were inevitably drawn to you. Unbeknownst to you, your eyes were drawn to him too - perhaps that was why you felt a slight twinge in your heart.

"Which popcorn do you like?" The girl next to Alhaitham giggled nervously.

"Salted caramel." Alhaitham responded cooly. Your jaw hung open from where you sat hidden behind a poster wall. Whenever you got salted caramel popcorn - your absolute favourite - he'd raise an eyebrow and inform you of your poor decision making, muttering something about the awful taste. You closed your mouth to smile to yourself. Perhaps he was trying to impress his date with his (superior) choice of popcorn. Your smile faltered when you realised how close they were standing to each other, before you mentally cursed yourself. What were you thinking? Surely you didn’t… have feelings for the very guy you were setting up with another girl…?

You followed the pair into the cinema, sitting a row behind them. They'd chosen a horror movie, which you absolutely hated, but you bore with it.

A few minutes into the film, you felt a tap on your knee. Alhaitham held out a fistful of popcorn to you from where he sat in front, his arm outstretched behind him. You scowled. He'd shown no prior indication that he'd noticed you - did he have eyes in the back of his head? You took the popcorn anyway, frowning at how Alhaitham played it off by lowering his arm around the girl's shoulders.

As the movie continued, Alhaitham wished it was you seated next to him. He hated the popcorn, but he'd gotten it just for you, anyway. His heart beat a little louder every time you reluctantly accepted his offering, although he had to glare at the girl who'd stolen your spot every few minutes to make sure she didn't think he was blushing for her. How troublesome this ordeal was. From an objective perspective however, this was fair exchange. If it made you happy, then he was happy too.

Alhaitham wasn't particularly athletically inclined, although his scholarship demanded participation in extracurricular sports. Hence, he found himself in the odorous male changing rooms for the second time that week. It would've been a mundane practice session (with him showing off a little if you happened to be watching), until he overheard a teammate's plans to ask you out.

"You should do it, I'm pretty sure she's single." Another teammate encouraged the first, the echo of a slap on the back reverberating through the room.

Alhaitham frowned. He'd planned to play the long game, although this was an unexpected interruption to his plans. Of course, there were other people to factor in. How could he have been so foolish as to exclude that from the equation?

"Yeah, I've had my eye on her for a while." The first guy spoke again.

"She's taken." Alhaitham blurted. Blurted, as in - his mind didn't fully weigh the decision before it left his mouth in a measured tone.

"Oh, sorry man. Are you two...?"

"Yes, we are." Alhaitham lied smoothly. He'd figure out how to deal with the repercussions later, but for now, he had to prevent anyone else from asking you out.

"That's great. Wish the best for you two." With a friendly (although slightly forceful) pat on the shoulder, the teammate left Alhaitham to head outside.

Alhaitham’s confession to you was ultimately very enigmatic and confusing, just as he was. Although he’d more or less practiced what he would say, when it came to you, he was always at a loss. You were a contradiction, a threat - both to his plans and his sanity. Somehow, that was what made him love you so much.

“I’ve heard a rumour that you and I were dating, Haitham. How come I never knew about this?” You tutted.

“Ah, they’re just saying mindless things. We’re just friends, after all.” That was what Alhaitham meant to say. Instead, what came out was;

“So what if we are?”

“We’re dating?” You cocked an eyebrow, failing to hide your flushed cheeks. Alhaitham noted this detail, trying his best to control the situation. What on earth had he just said?

“Yes, we are. Since we both like each other.” Alhaitham explained, internally cursing himself for his straightforward delivery. The situation was so outlandish - he’d just made an assertion, then supported it to somehow (very obviously) gaslight you into being his lover.

“You like me?” You spluttered. Alhaitham smiled. You hadn’t denied that you yourself liked him.

“Yes, because we’re dating.”

“No we’re not.”

“We are now.”

You stared at him in stunned silence, shocked by his audacity. But you couldn’t exactly deny his claims.

“Okay, I guess we are then.” Your mind still spun. Had he just… declared your relationship status?

“… Thank you.” Alhaitham murmured. You fidgeted on the spot uncertainly, before finally mustering the courage to peck his lips. Before you could scurry off however, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back.

“What are you-”

“I’ve waited years for this. God, you’re so stupid for not realising this earlier.” Alhaitham brought your lips to his, fiercely bringing you in to a passionate kiss.

You closed your eyes, melting into his touch as his hands deftly pulled you flush against him by your waist. Unsure of where to put your hands, you placed them on his chest - feeling it heave with every breath he took. His heartbeat thudded under your touch.

It was strange. Most people thought of him as being cold, almost robotic. And yet, he was so human now, from the light sheen of sweat on the column of his neck, to the flex of his jaw as it worked against yours. The slight tremble of his hand as it rose to rest on your nape, almost as though he too couldn’t believe what was happening.

The two of you pulled away after a while, panting heavily.

“I’ve… got to go.” Alhaitham muttered, walking off hurriedly before he could embarrass himself further. Nevertheless, it was alright for him to be selfish for once, right? It had seemed to work out in his favour.

Despite however much he tried to soothe himself, Alhaitham’s face was red, and a giddiness bloomed in his heart. Any other student would’ve been shocked to see the tender smile spread across his face, breaking that infuriatingly stoic expression. His childhood friend - and his first love - was now finally his.

[blingblong55]

Some love- John Price NSFW

Based on a request:

Price and a gn reader where we walk in on him and he then makes us give him a bj 

A/N: Short smut but I hope I do the request some good ---- GN!Reader, smut, 18+, oral!sex, soft!Price?, established!relationship ----

It was a long day at the base, you were stuck in meetings all day long with Ghost. Lieutenants from all over the base conversing about some issues when Price texts you. 

Office. Now. 

It was a blind game but you excused yourself and went to his office. "Captain?" you walk in after the usual knock. He was sitting there, lights dim as he strokes his cock. "Lock the door and c'mere," his voice raspy and low. You do as told and go to him. Your gaze on his swollen tip when he tugs at your arm. "On your knees, love." He positions himself further from the desk as he watches you lower yourself, your head between his legs as you await his next order. 

"Obedient pet, aren't you little one," he kisses the top of your head, his hand on the back of your head as you part your lips open. His tip teased your tongue and before he told you what to do, your mouth wrapped around his cock. As your head bobbed, his head was thrown back. Grunts and moans cover the air from how good you are making him feel. "Don't stop, darling," he says between heavy moans. You loved it when he would get this horny to the point where he would ask for a blowjob at work. 

"C'mon, don't close your eyes," his voice determined to keep that pretty gaze of yours on him. Your tears ran down as you kept gagging on his cock. The tip of his fat cock hitting the uvula, your drunk stare on his which only causes him to chuckle. "That's it, you're doing a great job darling," he continues his praise. You can feel him beginning to push you faster, at times keeping your head still as he enjoys the feeling and then once more making your head bob. 

His cum leaks through your mouth and throat. Your lips at his shaft as you gag and him. "Oh fucking-....yes my love," he pulls your head back and kisses you. "God you are something," he ushers between kisses. His big strong arms bring you to his legs as he nuzzles his head on your neck. "I love you," his lips once more meeting yours. Your head still spinning and each one of his kisses gives you more and more comfort. "You did well, okay?" His warm hands cupped your face, thumbs caressing the softens of your skin. 

"Just lay on my chest, let me take care of you," his voice softer now. Your lover comes back only when alone and in between the secure four walls. He grabs his jacket and covers you with it. Rough hands become soft as they caress your back and head. You soon close your eyes and rest against him. His breathing soothing you to a short nap. 

A/N: I know you would like this and also im working on your request @anonymuslydumb

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[chxrrylime]

All I can think of rn is the filthiest fic you can think of with soap and ghost fucking their little boy (ftm) into oblivion and then some with a breeding kink and just rabid soapghost

What has become of me 💀

I used the word cunny I like the word I don't know how people feel about it but this is a warning I guess.

Ghost x Soap x FTM!Reader ↪ 507 words — 18+ / SMUT.

Content tags — cis male dominant Soap, cis male dominant Ghost, trans male submissive reader, fem terms used for trans male readers genitalia, crying, breeding kink, dumbification, daddy kink, throat fucking, oral fixation, dirty talk, minor scent kink, piv sex and unsafe sex.

“Don’t hide that pretty cunny from me, sweetheart,” Soap purrs, his tone soft but grip hard as he slams your legs back down, keeping you from squeezing your thighs together.

“Jesus fucking christ, Soap,” you groan at his words, face flushed with embarrassment. You try to hide behind your hands only for a big leather grip to encompass both of your wrists and pull them to the side.

You blink up at Ghost—at the hollow mask staring down at you, head slightly cocked.

“Maybe we should tie ‘im up” he rumbles, staring at you even as he speaks to Soap, “‘know how you love to watch ‘im all cock stupid.”

You keen, feeling Soap’s vicious smile against your skin, where he nips and laves over your nipples.

“Give ‘m a chance, Si,” Johnny smiles, leaning over you to press a chaste kiss over the fabric of Ghost’s mask, simultaneously pulling Ghost’s cock free from it’s confines, guiding the hot pulsing flesh to smear precum across your cheek and slightly parted lips, “see if he can’t be a good boy for daddy, yeah?”

Ghost groans as your tongue peaks out to give tentative little kitten licks to the weeping tip, and you can see how his eyes flutter shut from the small sensation. You keen as Soap presses his own cock to your cunt, dragging the tip from your clit to your hole and down further to tease at your ass, the Scot basking in how you whimper when he gives a teasing push, the furled rim parting ever so slightly before he pulls back.

He rams into your pussy with one brutal thrust, bullying his fat cock into you, your walls struggling to adjust to his girth even with the amount of prep he’s put you through. 

You seek out comfort through your mouth, desperately trying to take Ghost’s cock into your throat, mouth gaping like a fish and neck straining up like a dog after a treat, earning you a low, rumbling laugh from Ghost as he mercifully grips the base of his prick and guides it past the plush ring of your waiting lips.

His mercy ends there, giving you no time to adjust as he thrusts into your throat, holding your head in place as he fucks your face, groaning deep and gravelly as you claw at his wrists, tears and snot and drool decorating your face as you’re violated from both ends, letting the sounds of their voices and the smell of their musk encompass you.

"Gonna let daddy breed yer cunt, baby?" Soap pants, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each brutal thrust of his hips, "you'll look so good all big n' round, won't he, Si?"

Simon curses, hunched over with a hand on your throat as he pumps his seed into your stomach, leaving you a sniveling, gasping mess as his half hard prick finally slips free, your eyes glossy as your body limply rocks up and down the bed with Soap's movements.

"Think we broke 'im..."

[biscuitsngravie]

gangsta fairtytale part 3

part 1 -- part 2

tags in part 1

Stuff stuff happens, blah blah blah, yall get bold, yeah? So now he’s glaring daggers at the people sitting across from him, red in the face as they try to ignore the very obvious sucking sounds underneath the table

And when he demands that they focus, it’s kind of unfair when they’re supposed to describe the plan while keeping their eyes up, and not on the way your ass jiggles while you ride his fat cock

To focus on what he’s saying, and not the way you’re moaning about how big he is and how much you want his cum, begging him to let you have his babies. 

Nope. focus on him, not his hands that start slamming you on his dick with you letting out choked sounds once your knees’ engine lights come on 

It’s almost cruel.

The way he says in a very audible whisper “come on Daddy’s cock, buttercup” causing you to cry his name when he bottoms out for the last time, pumping you full until it starts leaking down you two’s thighs — only for him to glance around the table and go “what the fuck are you looking at?”

Time skip, yall have a great relationship or whatever, blah blah. He asks if you wanna be his partner in crime for as long as both of you walk the earth and sail the seas and you say yeah cause it’s shanks 

Okay but when yall are fucking on the wedding night that shi go crazyyyyyy

Cause like

After he makes you come on his tongue for the third time, you stop wanting to hear “one more” and beg him for it. Your throat is already becoming hoarse as you push him away from your sensitive clit like if you he doesn’t fuck you with his dick right now you will literally perish

Can you tell im getting tired?

When he starts slowly pushing past your tight ring, you reach your hand out to his chest (you can’t reach his chest cause he’s tall lol) and ask him to fuck you. He’s confused cause is that not… what he’s about to do?

“No it’s just… you don’t have to be so gentle with me, you know?”

He has a small chuckle and rolls his eyes. “Yeah, okay buttercup.”

“No i’m serious! Wasn’t it anything for me…Daddy?” 

Your “innocent” face is the most sinister thing he’s come across. He laughs incredulously until your silence proves that you’re really serious. “Oh yeah?” you nod. So he leans in real close and growls in your ear “what’s the safe word?”

You swear you can feel and hear his heart beating with a newfound adrenaline rush, or maybe it’s the warmth of his dick against your skin. You swallow thickly and barely push out “b-bananas.”

“‘B-bananas’ is not the safe word. Try again.”

“Bananas,” you say as your legs are becoming jello.

“Good. cause im not stopping unless i hear that.”

He start tearin yo shit up. Im talking possibly pressing a permanent indent in the bed. Im talking your throat feeling thick  because you can feel his dick pushing up from your pussy. Eyes? Rolled back. Pussy? Drooling. Hotel? 

He pulls out and lets you whine for him not to stop like the pocket pussy you are for a minute before flipping you over on all fours and slamming it right back into you. 

That greedy lil pussy takes him like it’s supposed to, but the unexpected stretch has you crying out. “Safe word?”

“B…bana…” you start sobbing as he rolls his hips a bit, hiccuping as you try to gather your thoughts, feeling yourself become dizzy. “Bananas.”

“Attagirl.” he’s fucking you to the point where you’re sure you’re tearing holes into the blanket below you. You head feels light, and it doesnt help when he lifts your hips up and angles himself on top to make sure he’s slamming into that g-spot every… damn… time…

“Fuck pretty girl… gonna make me…” your body is almost limp, dangling in the air pathetically while he treats you like you were $21.89 

He takes you and puts your back to his chest and bounces your now limp form up and down his dick. You swear he’s tearing a hole in you, the head of his dick teasing your cervix every time he slams you back down. He sits you down for a moment so he can put your hand over the bulge on your lower abdomen

That dick put you to sleep and he’s buying a new bed frame in the morning but watching the loads of you two’s combined cum oozing out of your swollen cunt is satisfaction enough

[garoujo]

「 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐌 | 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍 」

summoning the second eldest to cure your boredom seemed like a bright idea at the time, but you didn’t expect him to be that sort of busy.

warnings : f. reader, pining, mammon masturbates over you and gets caught, breeding, grinding and a very short handjob.

word count : 2.6k

note : this came into my mind so suddenly and i had to write this, im gonna be doing some hcs for the others (and more mammon) this week for the same scenario also.

this was mammon’s problem, you were his problem—not in a bad sense but he couldn’t stop thinking about you, nights spent together were never enough and he wanted nothing more than to spend every moment of his time with you.

not that he’d ever admit that, too embarrassed incase you reject him—he’d never hear the end of it from his brothers, it would just give them another reason to tease him, as if they even needed one, which is why he buried his feeling instead, even though that’s why he ended up in situations quite like this one.

“shit—c-can’t believe a human’s got me all, fuck—all riled up, why d’ya have to be so pretty, h-huh?” mammon grumbles to himself as he lies back on the couch in his room, jeans pooling around his ankles on the floor while his pretty fingers wrap around the base of his cock, giving it a few shallow pumps before he hisses through his teeth, pulling the fabric of his shirt up until it’s caught between his teeth.

the white haired demon sinks into the plush cushions as his thighs tremble, swiping his thumb along the beads of precum that gathers at the blunt tip before smearing them along his shaft with a few needy, languid pumps. his skin feels sticky as he continues his movements, flicking his wrist in practiced motions while his head falls to rest over the back of the couch.

mammon’s eyes gloss over and flutter closed, not being able to control the way his mind immediately goes to you—your smile, your laugh, your scent, every single detail about you ingrained in his mind and his hips twitch at the thought of your hand replacing his right now, the image of the fat head of his cock glistening and disappearing into your fist.

“f-fuck—“ he hisses, clenching his jaw as he recalls the way you’d call his name, your tone dreamy and honeyed everytime it would fall from your lips, like it’s reserved just for him and he can’t help but think about how much prettier it would sound through a moan.

mammon sloppily pumps his cock as he remembers the nights he’d spend in your room, pressed up against your side while you both watch a movie, and he’s panting shamelessly as he remembers the way your body felt against his, the feeling of you relaxing in his embrace and the heat of your skin against his.

his back arches as he huffs, twisting his hand around his cock just like he likes, forming a tight circle around the pink glands and squeezing, accidentally letting a shakey, languid moan of your name fall from his lips as his fingers graze over the sensitive head of his cock once more.

“can’t believe y-ya have me, hngghh—d-down this bad for ya, hah”

—

im so bored— you think to yourself as you lie on the mattress in your room, flicking through your DDD for any sort of entertainment but you’ve been staring at the same photos on devilgram for hours now, and you need something else to stimulate you, anything else.

and then you had an idea, it wasn’t unlike you and the second eldest demon to end up in each others room late at night—he was the one you’d become closest with during your stay at devildom, quickly finding yourself attached to the silver haired brother considering you spent most of your time with him.

you’d found comfort in his company quickly despite him still being a demon, playful banter between you both came naturally and maybe he’s exactly what you need to cure you your sudden need to do anything, you realise as you push yourself up onto your knees.

you could text him, but you were a little impatient in your boredom and decided you’d just summon him instead—he wouldn’t mind right? it was mammon, if anything he’d either be in his room or at a casino losing all of his money right now, so you’d really be doing him a favour.

..hear me, denizens of the darkness, you who are born of shadow and you who give birth to it. hear me and do as i command, i call upon you to send forth one of your number—

i summon the avatar of greed, mammon.

or so you’d thought atleast but that was definitely not the case when he’s sat across from you now on your bed, flushed from his cheeks to his chest as his back rests against the wall opposite you.

his pupils are blown wide, most likely with lust before they widen when they suddenly meet yours and he freezes, his ringed fingers twitching from where they’re still wrapped around his cock, his hair a mess of silver under his other hand where it’s tangled in the locks and was that your name that just fell from his lips?

“mammon—“ you gasp, feeling yourself burn hot at the sight of him before you, and the tone of your voice almost sounds like a plea while your eyes travel down his toned abdomen, all the way down the parts you too had only dreamt of.

mammon feels too warm in his almost nudity before you and he swears he feels his flush deepen even more when he realises where he is, what’s just happened and who the hell is seeing him like this right now as he inhales sharp, the fabric of his shirt caught around his chest.

“wha—what the hell d’ya think you’re doin’, j-just summonin’ me l-like that? i—i dunno what ya heard but, but i-i wasn’t thinkin bout ya or anythin if that’s what ya think.” the silver haired demon babbles, panic coursing through his veins and he hisses at how still painfully hard his cock feels, feeling it twitch against his palm when he notices your gaze fixed on it and he grumbles in embarrassment.

“i’m sorry! i—i didn’t think you’d be busy with this, uh, i was just bored.” you breathe, and suddenly something burns through you—a sudden determination that has you shuffling on your knees, rubbing your thighs together for the friction that you suddenly crave, and he notices.

“do you want help?” you say suddenly, cutting off whatever complaint mammon was about to whine as it’s replaced with a heavy silence, one that makes the room feel thick and warm as you meet his eyes.

“what d’ya mean? y-ya don’t have to, i—i was just changin’, it was nothin’, i mean, d’ya want to—“ he exhales, still frozen from where hes facing you but he relaxes slightly at the question, gives himself a chance to really look at you for any signs of teasing but your face is pinched, eyes heavy with an emotion that probably looks similar to his own as he slinks himself further against the wall.

“i want to.” you smile, a reassuring kind when you lean onto your hands, inching yourself closer to him, slowly—like you’re giving him the option to back out as you kick off your shorts on your way, revealing the skin of your drool worthy thighs and the peek of your clit that’s just barely visible from where he’s sat, watching you slink into his lap.

“y-ya can do what ya want, s-since ya interrupted me and i mean, ya know i cant s-say no to ya.” mammon grunts, his need for you evident in the way his hands are quick to guide you onto his lap, pulling you in for an eager, messier, sort of kiss—hoping you can tell how much he’s thought about this, thought about you.

you feel so warm and soft, his broad hands pulling you closer, as close as he can get as your fingers wind in his hair and he shamelessly grunts, grips your waist when he feels the soft, slick folds of your pussy rest against his cock beneath you.

“y-ya sure ‘bout this—ya know im a demon.” mammon huffs, thighs quivering at the lurid back and forth sway of your hips on his lap, you feel better than he’d ever imagined, so comfortable and warm as your body melts into his before you nod. “im sure.” smearing kisses along his cheeks as the bump of your clit catches on the swollen head of his cock while you both twitch and sigh.

his chest jumps with an inhale when you press yourself closer against him, he can feel your tits against his chest through the fabric of your shirt, your hips never stopping their intoxicating motions while his hands squeeze and knead at the skin of your hips, his blush stinging at his skin and he feels like he’s back in heaven.

“m-mammon.” you gasp, crooning when his cock twitches against you and the look he gives you is wide eyed and full of need as he mindlessly rocks you back and forth along the length of his cock. “y-ya look so pretty, i—fuck, wanna be the only one to see ya l-like this.” mammon grunts, his voice catching with a shock of pleasure with another lewd swirl of your hips and he feels his toes curl, lips parting to grind out another groan of your name that’s clearer now than it was when he first appeared in your room.

the saccharine rub of your skin against his is making him feel delirious when he rasps out a breathless laugh, the humid air in the room feels like it’s filling his lungs when he pants and his head spins with the soft bouncing motion of your body on his cock.

your choked moans ratchet up in pitch and mammon feels your hips twist above him, squeezing his strong hands around you as he drags you greedily along the sensitive bumps and nerves on his cock, grunting with eachy greedy swirl of your clit until you pull back and he gasps, watching your fingers wrap around the base of his cock exactly like he’d thought about as you twist your wrist, using the mixture of your slick and his precum while you breathe moans across his flushed cheeks.

“you’re g-good at that, ya tryna make me cum? fuck—i ain’t gonna let ya do that, ya need to be feelin’ good to o-or else it’s a waste.” mammon gasps, legs stiffening before he looks at you, your eyes wide with desire as you pump his cock with everything you’re worth and suddenly he really feels like he’s losing all self control.

but he remembers that even though you’d tell him he was still sweet enough to be an angel after he’d playfully remind you he could eat you— he’d still fallen, he was still a demon now and lucifer had warned you about dangling desire infront of people like him.

mammon was good at controlling himself, when it mattered—being the only brother who’d never used his powers against you and he’d keep it that way but this was different, he needed you and by the way your lips part he can tell you need him too—so he gives into his desires, just this once, and the room spins when he twists you underneath him—pressing you into the mattress beneath you both as he looms over you.

“i gotta have ya, i—i gotta f-feel ya, baby, shit.” he groans deep, dipping his body to bury his face in the crook of your neck as he inhales the all too familiar sweet smell, peppering a few needy, wet kisses along the dip of your shoulder as he swipes his fingers between your glistening folds, making sure you’re wet enough for him before he grabs his cock, lining it up almost impatiently.

mammons lips part softly when the fat head of his cock finally pushes past the entrance of your flexing pussy, your arms shakily wrapping around his shoulders as he pushes past your folds and sinks into your warm cunt—burying his needy groans and whines into your skin as he feels you twitch around him harder and deeper he goes.

“q-quit tightenin’ around me l-like that, goddamn, is that why ya really summoned me? y-ya must’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout this—bout me, probably gonna start callin’ me y-your mammon.” he babbles, words raspy and mumbled as his cock glides past the spot that has your thighs twitching either side of him, and you both sigh when he finally bottoms out, stilling his movements for a few moments as he tries to calm his own breathing, dizzy spin clouding his mind from the feeling of finally having you.

his silver hair falls over his face when he pulls back to blink down at you slowly, bright eyes still heavy with lust when he finally pulls his hips back, exhaling heavily before rolling them back into you and you gasp before grasping at him when he begins a steady pace.

“yes, been thinking about y-you—“ you plead, voice like a mantra while your needy walls rewarding each languid thrust with a twitch around his sensitive cock that has him moaning loudly, loud squelching noises growing louder as you call his name once more and he pulls you in to kiss you messily, dipping his tongue past your lips to taste yours as he draws you closer.

mammon feels like his mind is spinning with the pleasure you give him, his tongue dragging along yours eagerly before he pulls away to grin at you because he can’t believe this is finally happening, before he begins a pace that’s a little faster, rougher.

you hiccup his name, feeling his breath fan across your neck as lust driven curses and whimpers fall from his lips with each smack of his lips against yours, feeling him melt into you when your fingers continue to tighten around the silver of his hair. “ya feel s-so good, baby.” he grumbles, his movements becoming sloppier but the strength and speed behind each thrust remains as your body claps against his.

the blunt head of his cock feels like it’s kissing every part of you, thickening and throbbing with each needy coax of your tight cunt as his pelvis grinds against your puffy, sensitive clit everytime his hips meet your own.

mammon’s hips buck almost wildly into your needy heat as his grip on your skin turns almost bruising, your body stilling suddenly when the familiar rush of warmth from your orgasm finally washes over you.

“ya m-make me feel s-so good, that’s right—take it, shit.” he groans, pulling back to pull you in for another feverish kiss as he lets lewd whispers of how pretty you are fall from his lips, your pussy squeezing around him until he finally stills, giving into the needy coax of your walls. he spills into you with babbled curses and praises between low growls as he allows your cunt to milk him, shallowly thrusting his load into your sensitive walls and only stilling when he’s hissing from overstimulation, almost collapsing on top of you as you both bask in the pleasantly sleep gaze that follows.

“do you want me to call you my mammon?” you breath, lips curling into a smile when you hear mammon groan from his place beside you, his cheeks puffing out into a pink cheeked pout as he tilts his face away from you despite his arm encouraging you to cuddle closer.

“n-no, i mean, i know that ya probably wanna do that so that’s why i said y-ya can that’s all! knock it off— s-stop lookin’ at me like that.” he grumbles, slowly turning his head to glance over at you and there’s a slight nervousness in his eyes when they meet yours as his heart thuds against his chest.

“ya better not go summonin’ any of the others, ya hear? ‘m the only one ya gotta summon when you’re bored!”

© 2022 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[jewbeloved]

Hi I have to things to ask of you 1.the red panda ask is not working for some reason an I really want to read it because I love your work and 2. Do you think you can do a Encanto reader I would like Isabela powers please for Stan group with butters or Craig gang.

Ps your a great writer 😉

Craig, Tweek, Clyde, Tolkien, Jimmy, and Butters with a s/o who can make flowers grows like Isabella🌸💐🌺💖💖

My red panda post has been fixed, thank you for informing me.

Warnings: None

Gender: Neutral

💙 Craig Tucker 🐹

He low-key finds that special power ability of yours adorable.

He would probably melt if he found out you made a flower vase with the colors that matches his everyday outfit. Blue and Yellow.

Stripe also loves the flowers you make too! You and Craig would find she/he sleeping in a flower pile you left behind when you last used your power.

Cue you and Craig taking multiple pictures of Stripe sleeping in the flower pile📸📸📸📸

You would use your power to make flower crowns, necklaces, and wrist bands too! Craig would definitely wear it wherever he goes. He doesn't care if his friends tease him for it.

They wouldn't be teasing him if they had a s/o who had such a unique ability that can make pretty flowers. They're missing out, but Craig wouldn't tell them or anyone about your special ability.

Unless you're okay with it, your secrets are always safe with Craig. He can promise you that <3💙💙💙🌸🌸

💛 Tweek Tweak 🍪

Oh Jesus! this poor boy freaked out the first time you showed him your power. I mean can you blame him? It's not everyday you see someone randomly make flowers bloom outta nowhere!

Please reassure him that you're not a sorceress. (Tweek....why?😭)

He is okay with it, at least it's not something evil or else he's gonna freak out.

Flowers aren't evil right? well....some can be like the venus one. But it's okay! You wouldn't use your power to harm your boyfriend in any way!

Would be impressed if you made a flower bloom with coffee beans inside of it (not meth, just your regular coffee beans you would find on trees like the ones in Jamaica)

Author note: THEY TASTE GOOD! ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU BOIL IT IN A POT AND IT BECOMES TEA!❤️❤️❤️

Okay sorry I didn't mean to bore you guys with that ;-;

Ehm, anyways.

If Tweek actually made coffee with the beans from the flower you bloomed, he would be amazed with how it tastes so much better then the meth his parents put in his coffee! He might get used to this.

Tweek is now interested in your ability, please show him what else you can do with those flowers of yours :3💛💛💛💛

❤️ Clyde Donovan 💧

You aren't gonna bloom onions, right?

"CLYDE! THERES NO SUCH THING AS ONION FLOWERS!!".

"WAAAH IM SORRY N/N!!"

Definitely loves your ability and the flowers you bloom. He secretly might use the flowers and mix them into perfume.

But you would know what scent is because you know all of the flowers that you bloom. He can't fool you can he?

Would cry if you make him accessories that are made from your flowers, it's not everyday he gets a gift from anyone.

He'll wear the flower accessory, but never in front of his friends. (HE HAS HIS REASONS OKAY?! LEAVE HIM ALONE😭😭😭 definitely not because he teased Craig and now he doesn't want to get teased himself).

Whenever he's crying (if he had a bad day or rough time) you would try your best to make him happy again by putting on a show for him like making your flowers move in a silly way to cheer him up.

But if he faked cried just to get to see your ability again if you weren't using it for a while...you'd turn your back and ignore him for a few hours. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

💜 Tolkien Black 💸 (Yes I figured I was pronouncing his name wrong this entire time 😭)

He found it strange how someone is capable of making flowers bloom randomly whenever they please, but who is he to judge you? Definitely Cartman would but Tolkien wouldn't allow him to do that.

As a matter of fact, how the hell did the fat ass find out about your ability? Did he spy on you and Tolkien? He better not say a word or you will barrage his mouth shut with flowers.

If you made a huge flower field in a secret place where nobody can find it. You and Tolkien would play around in it for hours as if you guys were swimming in a pool. <3

Flower dates if you made it possible!

His parents would be confused if they see a random flower on the wall in his room and he would make up an excuse like: "Sorry mom and dad, I thought it would be nice to pick out a flower and put it on my wall...". HE WOULD BE SHOCKED IF THEY ACTUALLY BELIEVE THAT RIDICULOUS LIE!!.

But that's fine, you both can play around with your flower ability in Cartman's treehouse without him knowing💜💜💜💜💜

💛 Jimmy Valmer 🍭

I think he just found a new muse for his silly jokes. Haha with that aside he really loves your ability as well! You make a lot of colorful flowers that some people probably can't resist.

Probably made a joke about steroids while mixing with it flowers. that was a one-time joke since he didn't know what other kind of joke to make with steroids.

You suspected he probably made that steroid joke because he was taking them again💀 so you decided to hide all of the steroids in flower piles so he couldn't go on steroids anymore! ☺️

But yeah, he loves your flowers and accessories you make with them to give to him! Probably brags to Timmy about it everytime you make something for him.

Would be surprised if you bloom a flower that squirts water out like those prank outfits with the flower on them💛💛💛💛💛

💛 Butters Scotch 🍓

"Oh my (Name)! that's a really mighty special thingy you have right there! can you show me more of it?".

Show. Butters. Right. Now.

He became addicted to seeing your ability. Let him see more beautiful flowers bloom! :D

Whenever he's grounded in his room and can't come out. You would sneak him out of the window

And take him to a special place that you created for you and him. He would be ecstatic to see a huge amount of flowers around everywhere! It makes him feel like he's living in a fantasy world where all of the flowers are huge!

He would store every accessories you make them for him in a vase where his parents won't find out about.

Thinking about it, this makes him want to get you a ring that has flowers on it for the day he wants to marry you when you both get older.💛💛💛💛

HELP I HAVE A NEW HYPER FIXATION! ❤️💛💙 (These 3 hearts should hint it 😌)

[recentadultburnout]

Info for writer in Thai series fandom: Pet name & tone indicator sound

Some words to call your lover

Sweet and polite

คุณ-khun or เธอ-tur with ฉัน-chan, เรา-rao or ผม-phom(offically this one is for men, but it did get used by women) are words that can be used with people who are not your lovers but are considered to be quite sweet to call your lover that. I already mentioned it in Chapter 4. Chan and tur are very popular choices for song lyrics.

ที่รัก-thirak straight up call a person "someone you love". Rak is love, so if we want it literally, it would be beloved or something along those lines. I never saw anyone actually use it seriously before. Just a parody of something, or like I do, to tease a friend. Or, if we count, I think I've heard a mom call her child "mom's thirak" before. We could add สุด-sud in the front, sudthirak, make it mean "someone you love most."

แฟน-faen Boyfriend/girlfriend but non-binary. If used as a pronoun, then it usually comes with those Thai sounds khrap/ka at the end. You probably need to draw the word out for good measure too. Its sound is the same as how the word fan in "fan club" is pronounced in Thai, so there are a lot of fan club or faen khrap puns/jokes used with actor shipping situations.

คนดี-kondee Khon is a unit of human in Thai, and dee is good. เด็กดี-dekdee Dek is a child, and dee is the same as dee in Khondee. I feel like both Khondee and Dekdee have a bit of a patronizing feeling. But not always in a bad way, though. Is that a thing? Like, if you used those words with someone sincere, you probably felt the urge to take care of them at least a little bit. You probably feel like they are a precious, cute little thing. Something like that The fact that Im 100% sure parents used dekdee with their children might factor into it. As for Kondee, I'm about 90% sure.

Dek means kid, but we use it quite loosely, so twenty-somethings get called Dek all the time, and if it were by an elderly person, then the Dek in question might as well be a mother of two.

พ่อ แม่-por and mae As in father and mother. Usually, it starts when a couple becomes parents. A fur baby will do too for some.

Insulting words as a pet name

เด๋อ-der clumsy, foolish, silly, awkward, stupid, dull, dump_ Those things mix together, but like, in a soft version. Usually used with something add to the front, such as ไอ้-Ai, เด็ก-dek, or some Thai's sound for tone indicator(?) to the back, or both.

อ้วน-uuan fat, chubby—อ้วน can actually be a parent-given nickname too. I know some women around my mom's age range whose nickname is that. Personally, if it says it in a particular way, I find it really cute.

เหนียง-niang double chin

เถิก-terk go bald,the description of a hair line that starts to recede.

ลุง-lung Uncle (the one that is older than the father) aka old man. Usually used by a noticeable younger person. Not that they actually date someone older than their dad, or do they?👀

เด็กโง่-dekngo Stupid child, but like, an endearingly stupid, childish person.

ดื้อ-due _Not obeying, refuse to comply_ often used to describe a child. I saw ดื้อ  get translated to stubbon a lot, but personally, I find that not quite fitting (not that I have other words in mind). It might just be a me thing, though.

Probably a full-on PDA couple, act cute to each other 24/7

เล็ก-lek Small,tiny

ใหญ่-yai Big,giant

This two are a pair. Sometime it will have something added to it, ตัว-tua which means self/person/body, for exemple.

Animal + small or pi/nong/por(dad)/mae(mom) + animal Something like, cat, bear, pig, dog

Ex:Pi Muu(pig)/Nong Miao(cute alternative way to call cat)/Miao lek(small)/Por Mee(bear)

บี๋-bie Short from baby

Repeating a syllable of a nick name two times for a lovey-dovey pet name is also a thing.

ไอ้ต้าว-ai tao Tao is a meaningless sound that was derived from a word that was a prefix "เจ้า-Jao." It is used to express that the speaker thinks the person being mentioned is cute/childlike. They most likely appear with a strangely sweet voice. Sometimes used for friendly mocking of someone for being childlike.

Eng sub-cute dimples = Ai tao dimples

หนู-nhu Nhu is something that is used with children, but it also can be for a lover. Can be innocent or quite sinful depending on the context. (This one is already mentioned in Chapter 4 too)

เค้า Kao and ตัวเอง Tua-eng are a pair. Kao is for calling yourself, and Tuaeng is for calling your lover. What is of interest is that Kao typically refers to the third person, and Tuaeng refers to "oneself." It kind of gets perceived as something silly that people in love do. There are some words that are born from distorted "tuaeng" that you can use for a lover too, such as using only the first word "tua", shortening the "tua" sound to make it sound like 'ta-eng, or combining the two sounds to make it sound like "teng". The "Kao" might be replaced by other words such as Rao, and it might help lower the silliness, or not? Lately, I have seen some traders (usually women small business owners) call their customers Tuaeng to make them feel closer to them. Not Kao, tho. I have yet to see any shopkeeper use Kao for "I.".

Kind of a little roleplay, but not really?

ป๋า-pa Dad as in father or 💰Daddy💰 as in sugar daddy.

An overly respectful way to call someone or use a title that the receiver doesn't actually own is also something I see and think is pretty cute.

Legal prefix

เด็กหญิง-dek ying 

abbreviation - ด.ญ.

For those who were assigned female at birth under the age of 15

Translate to - none

เด็กชาย-dek chai

abbreviation - ด.ช.

For those who were assigned male at birth under the age of 15

Translate to - none

นาย-nai

abbreviation - none

For those who were assigned male at birth, from age 15 onward

Translate to - Mr.

นาง-nang

abbreviation - none

For those who were assigned female at birth and marriage (optional since 2008),

Translate to - Mrs.

นางสาว-nang sao

abbreviation - น.ส.

For those who were assigned female at birth, from age 15 onward

Translate to - Ms.

Some words/phrase that relevent to love life.

เพื่อนคู่คิด มิตรคู่ใจ-phuea khukhit mit khuchai This is a phrase that describes a marriage partner as a friend ( phuea = friend) who will help you think ( khit), a trusting ally (mit ), and your best friend who you can rely on. I find it to be very romantic.

คู่ชีวิต-khu chivit life partner

คนรู้ใจ-khon ru jai person who knows your heart

ศีลเสมอ-syn samoe (like the name of a character from Cutie Pie)

ศีล Syn = precept

เสมอ samoe = same,equal

"Syn samoe" is a figure of speech that is probably roughly equivalent to "birds of a feather flock together." It is a concept that in order for one to be able to associate with others with ease of mind, one needs to hold the same moral code and values. If a person only holds on to one of the precepts, not killing, they wouldn't be suited to be with someone who also does not steal, not only as a lover but also as a close friend or someone close in general. And also the reversal, which is that if you can be close with someone, then you must be on the same level as that person, good or bad.

คนคุย - khon kui Person (you) talking to If A is Khon Kui of B, then they are getting to know each other with romantic intentions, but nothing is serious yet.

กิ่งทองใบหยก - king thong bai yok - jade leaf gold branch A very suitable match, used for those who are about to get married.

ผีเน่าโลงผุ - phi nao long phu - rotten ghost, decayed coffin When a couple is a very suitable match, but it's because they both are bad

ทองแผ่นเดียวกัน - thong phaen diao kan - the same gold sheet To become one piece of gold is to be connected by marriage. Ex: These two families are going to become the same piece of gold soon = someone from each of their families is going to marry the other.

ข้าวใหม่ปลามัน - fresh rice, creamy(?) fish A word to call a newlywed couple. Anything new is good, so in a period of newlywed bliss, everything will be good in your eyes.

ถ่านไฟเก่า-old coal Old flame, ex-lover who still might get back together

โซ่ทอง-gold chain A child is parents' gold chain that will link parents' hearts together forever. Basiclly, it is a concept that by having a child, the couple will be more committed to each other. Kind of scary if you ask me.

จีบ-jeeb _woo, flirt, spark, spoon, court, bind around_ I saw this translate to flirting most of the time, but while flirting is not serious, จีบ can be.

หยอด-yort is to put or pour it little by little in a narrow place; in some contexts, it means to drop in sweet words when you talk to someone, aka flirt.

อ้อน-oon is to plead, to implore, to cajole, to wheedle, to whimper. 

กัดก้อนเกลือ-kat kon kluea-to bite on a cube of salt Is to be poor. usually mean when your financial situation is likely to be better than it is if not for your choice of partner.

ป๋า pa - เสี่ย sia - เด็ก dek pa/ dek sia When these words are used together, pa or sia is an (usually) older, wealthy (this one is a must) man, and dek, which translate directly to child or young, is a (usually) younger person who got financial benefit from being in this relationship. Pa or Sia is a sugar daddy, and Dek is a sugar baby, basically. 

คบ-kob Is mostly used to mean dating, but it can also mean "associate" or "friend with", and it has been used for a variety of ambiguous speaking scene in drama and novels.

ชง-chong-brew It's kind of like creating an opportunity for someone else to say a pick-up line. Say things in order to push your friend toward the one you think your friend will like (whether the assumption is correct or not). Say a pick-up line or flirt with someone for the other person. GMM actors do it to other shipping pairs all the time. I find it quite funny, lol.

เพื่อน=friend But it can also mean accompany if you say it in some way. You could say that you want someone to go somewhere with you as เพื่อน and that would mean that you want them to accompany you, not that they are your friend exclusively. You can say it to anyone. friend, family member, lover, co-worker, etc.

Here Ayan say that he thanks Akk for นอนเป็นแฟน instead of นอนเป็นเพื่อน. 

นอน=sleep 

เป็น=as ,are, be, become, have, constitute, be able to 

แฟน=lover 

เพื่อน=friend

นอนเป็นเพื่อน=to go to bed with someone and keep them company

เพื่อน can also mean co-worker, school mate, 

slice-of-thai.com, thai-tones.com, [Learn Thai] Five Tones in Thai (Pronunciation Practice) <--Some of the links for the Thai 5-tone explanation.

I think it would help in the next part (and with the Thai language in general) if you could remember what tone is what.

The mid one, number 1, had no mark, and the other is as you can see in that orange band.

อา, อ่า, อ้า, อ๊า, and อ๋า is probably going to be the same when spelled in English (unless we make something up, like, อา=ah, อ่า=aah) but in Thai, you can see that the mark on top of them is different.

There are also a bunch of things that are relevant, like the way each type of Thai alphabet has its own base(?) tone in itself, making tone marking affect them differently. Ex: low consonant + dead syllable + short sound = rising tone (5) Even though it is written with no mark tone and so looks like it should probably be a mid tone (1), but we are not here for an actual Thai lesson, so you just need to remember that different tone is a thing and different tone = different mening.

Sounds that we use to indicate the tone of the sentence

****This topic isn't really an official and well-organized thing, plus my knowledge and ability to explain are quite limited, so maybe don't see it as a fact but something subjective?

If I put a check mark in the example column, it means it makes sense to put the sound in that row in the blank. Well, at least to me, it makes sense.

A sentence that has some polite words in it doesn't mean that it is in fact polite or that the speaker is being polite and proper. So while Khrap and Ka are polite, people still can and have used them to end a sentence that is so impolite you will get customers yelling for your manager to fire you for saying it.

Some of those sounds can also be paired with other too. For example, Na(4) and Si(2) can be paired with Ka(4) and Khrap(4), as well as a few others, and include each other.

Index

[muns0nslov3r]

beg for it.

steve harrington x female reader

warnings ; breeding kink, praising a shit ton, pet names like : angel, stevie and baby, steve rambling ab how good ur pussy feels, dom!steve, sub!reader, oral (fem), makeup sex?, rough sex, hair pulling, spanking, creampie

minors dni or ill call ur mom, bc shes in my bed rn.

you dont understand how you ended up this way, it started out with a stupid argument about something useless. tears filling your eyes from the stress, steve explaining something you werent listening, you were so upset and stressed from everything. from the upside down and school. it was to much. anger took over as you felt the heat of tears rolling down your cheeks rambling all upset while you poked steves chest with your finger. you guys didnt argue much, it was super rare. 

steve looked at you jaw clenched, you kept poking his chest crying before you could understand what was going on. steve grabbed your wrist his lips crashing onto yours, a groan leaving your mouth as your guys mouths attacked eachother.

your hands got lost in steves lovely hair tugging at his locks earning a groan from him, his hands gripped your hips pulling you close as you moaned into his mouth. “you look so pretty cant help myself” he smirked leaving wet sloppy kisses to your cheek, down to your jaw then to your neck. nipping at the pale skin.

your body felt like it was on fire as you felt the heat between your legs grow more and more. feeling steves boner poke at you as he held your waist.

steve started to suck hickeys onto your neck, feeling you slowly melt under him just from little neck kisses.  gripping at his shirt as you moaned feeling his soft plump lips against your neck. making you feel weak.

you closed your eyes to suddenly feel yourself getting picked up, getting brought to the bedroom as you got onto the bed giggling, as steve grabbed your shorts tugging them down.

steves eyes being met with a wet spot on your panties, he smirked slowly pulling down your panties, a string of slick showing as your panties moved away from your pussy.

you felt steves lips kiss your clit making you blush and giggle feeling his tongue lick a fat long stripe up from your needy leaking hole up to your clit, his tongue flicking your bundle of nerves making your thighs twitch. “oh stevie!” you moaned out feeling him suck on your clit.

your hands gripping his locks tugging as he sucked more, his fingers teasing your needy hole. slowly pushing one finger into your pussy. his movements were slow which you didnt like that. 

making you whine “stevie..i want more please!” you whimpered “baby we gotta be careful dont wanna hurt you” he mumbled into your clit as the vibrations made you arch your back a bit “stevie!” you let out a high pitch whimper as you grinded against his face.

“ mh- your so needy hm?” he teased humming around your clit sending shock waves through your body “fuckk yes steve im so needy for you” you moaned feeling a second finger fill up your pussy. 

making you whimper and squirm. steves fingers moved fast he curled them hitting your g-spot over and over. “fuck oh my god!” you arched your back more moaning. 

steves fingers kept hitting your g-spot, aswell for him sucking your clit making you become a mess. steve loved seeing you like this.

“stevie im so close” you moaned tugging at his hair more, you felt steve start to hum against your clit and move his fingers faster. you rolled your eyes back whimpering “fuck im gonna cum! can i? can i cum please..?” your rambled.

“of course angel cum for me” steve hummed as you came undone, grinding against steves fast moaning. steve pulled out his fingers licking them clean then licking your pussy, he stopped when you pushed his head away from the overstimulation.

“ taste so good angel” he smirked and sat up pulling his sweatpants down, along with his boxers. his dick sprung free hitting steves shirt,  precum making a little wet spot on his shirt.

“get on your hands and knees angel” he kissed your cheek as you got onto your hands and knees wiggling your ass, earning a slap on the ass. you cried out heat rising onto your cheeks then your cunt. 

steves tip slid in between your folds making you squirm. he pushed the tip inside as you both hissed, the stretch was amazing each time. he pushed more inside before pulling out and slamming back in.

making you cry out and moan while steve kept thrusting, making you a moaning mess as you gripped the bed sheets. steve gripped your hair lifting your head up.

steve gripped your hips slamming against you as you moaned “oh stevie!” you whimpered tugging at the sheets “that feel good angel? you like my cock fucking you hm?” he moaned in your ear as you blushed.

“ye-yes!” you struggled to get words out your mouth from the force of steves thrusts.

his tip hitting your cervix each thrust, he was so deep you felt him in your tummy.

“fuck this pussy is so fucking tight, i love your pussy baby” he groaned slapping your ass a bit. you arched your back moaning. steves cock was thick stretching your gummy walls each time you guys had sex.

your walls kept clenching around steves cock earning slight groans from steve. “fuck! youre squeezin’ me so tight baby, you gonna cum? yeah? cum on my fucking cock wanna hear you fall apart” steve groaned.

you cried out as you came all over steves dick soaking it as he helped you ride out your high “fuck- good girl..fucking so good for me..” he whispered in your ear as he kept thrusting “shit- so close! im gonna breed you so hard. wanna be a mommy to my babies?” your stomach had butterflies grow from his words. 

“fuck please!” you whimpered, three more painful thrusts and steves seed covered your walls. you felt him fill you up as he rode out his high.

your pants filled the room as you laid onto the soft covers. you didnt notice that steve left the room, and that he was cleaning you up and getting you dressed. your eyes were heavy your head felt dizzy your body felt numb.

“ did so good for me baby..i love you” steves voice made you come back. “ i love yo-you too..” you mumbled cuddling into steve, you both slowly fell asleep.

[disastersteps]

you know, i think the first time julia meet anita- they already have little fats to their body- and its mostly thanks to themmy (bc i forever hc that themmy was the first person and first friend of anita to introduce to the variety of food)- and then gradually get a little more weight as they got to know charge then later as julia, and food was becoming something these two genuinely bonds outside of their banters and teasing they do on the field and at the HQ- but food? cooking together? that was one of the rare moments where anita shows interest and ortega was simply happy to do it to a point she did introduced them to her mom.

that seven years later, she sees anita- there was no fats left in their body- even when she sees them training herald (i like to think that the training varied, from rooftops to just training room in the HQ) and took notice of their body- where was that body neets used to have- its still wide, its still round but it… just feel wrong- and idk if i want that apartment route to be the canon or i can just mixed it together- but that the apartment route is how julia tried to nudge anita to eat well, to eat and to cook with her, because she knew they knew they missed this. the rare bonding they used to have together.

it would've taken years- and years post-whatever the fuck the story will be finished, i do honestly want anita to finally stop thinking about self-sacrifices and putting themself to the death and instead. focus on regaining the body they have- started cooking even if their hands are still weak but slowly steady over time, even when mortum is now part of their life and food. food is everywhere.

and. julia ortega one evening leans on the railing of the porch, mortum on the side with a hot tea. the two looks toward the horizon to the fields where horses roam, and a person walks with their cane as they help lead a horse who was only months old- and. oaughoguhg eating well, food matters to ortega, and anita regain their love for cooking and and and (im BLAMING THAT COOKING MANGA-)

anyway. julia and anita is "i want to cook for you because its simply is love" and mortum is "the food you cook makes me feel loved." and BYE

[b1ackg1rl-mag1c28]

Incel!Shigaraki x black chubby! reader

note: My first fic so please be nice. Also some words are spelled incorrectly. You can also tell me ways on how I can approve but be nice about it!!

warnings: humiliation, slight misogyny, shiggy is kinda meanish but reader is too

God he was so weird. He put on this personality that he was not like other guys and would never fit in with all ''the popular jocks''. It was so corny that you held back a laugh every time he said something along these lines. He was the walking embodiment of a cornball and you wanted to humble his ass at any giving opportunity. Something held your tongue though; every single time you were about to tell him about himself, you just couldn’t. Deep down you knew that no matter who said anything about him, he will always feel like they are stupid and closed minded. You really wanted to tell him that he was a fucking dumbass, and no one wanted to be friends with him, especially not with that stank ass attuited

You couldn't stand his attitude and the way he would dismiss anyone who wasn't on his level.

But then why were you gladly on your swollen knees, gobbling his dick. Tears and mascara was running down your face, your cheeks were on fire and your face, chest and legs were covered in spit and precum.

''Your throat feels so fucking good. Shit, I wish i could make you my personal fleshlight. Always using that plush body of yours to tease me. Can't wait to beat that pussy up. Maybe then you'd stop talking and learn your place.''

He was spewing out shit like that for the past 20 minutes. He would call you all type of names, all of which was going straight to your clit. Not a single thought was going through your head right now. His hands were gripping your hair to the point where it felt as if he was tearing it straight from the roots. The sting and burn slowly started to melt into pleasure. You were only focused on how he looked down at you. The look was that of a predator who wanted to devour their prey. He made you feel small even though you could body slam him without hesitation.

At first, he started moving your head to get you to go faster, but he grew more annoyed with your lack of compliance. He started shoving and forcing his way down your throat, ultimately, fucking your round face.

He was shoving your head down all the way to the base of his cock and would hold is there for a few seconds. His untrimmed hair was tickling your nose and would cause you to move. But he would always push you back down on it.

''I see the way you look at me. All of that laughing and shit you do when you see me. I know you talk shit-fuck- about me when you are with your friends, but yet here you are, gagging on my dick and getting your dirty pussy juice all over the floor. Can't wait to cum in that fat pussy of yours. Fucckk, your throat is so good. I bet you blow the whole football team every weekend. I mean why else did you have these plump lips for.''

The degrading, the way his dick pulsed in your throat, the way his eyes looked at you, was all becoming too much for you. You reached between and your legs and started rubbing your clit in a frantic manner. You wanted to come so bad, you needed his touch, and he was not giving it to you.

''Fucking greedy bitch. You begged for my cum down your throat, yet here you are rubbing that nasty clit of yours. Nasty slut. You just couldn't wait until I do it. I knew you wanted me to abuse that nasty pussy. Fuccckk im about to cum. I'm about to cum all down that fucking throat, bitch. Shiitt I'm cumming, fuck i'm cumming. Take this dickk. Take this fucking nut baby. Open your mouth and show me when i'm done.''

As soon as the words left his mouth, you felt his cum hit the back of your throat. It was so warm and tasted salty, but you drunk every drop. But you needed more. You needed his cum in your pussy.

You were so close to cumming on your fingers until you felt a sharp pain on your cheek.

''Don't fucking cum yet. I'm not finish with you slut.''

[nevarroes]

i refuse to send these thoughts separately:

who would cas main in league, he wouldnt play isnt an answer the mans gender is at least 25% calling people slurs on mic

okay but what if what if um 🥺👉👈 someone wanted to write a thing but they were super anxious about getting cas’s voice right in part because by the nature of how you share your creative concepts the only solid vibe they get is Doesnt Talk A Lot, When He Does Its 90% Weird Rude Mean Shit, hence the cesare big top burger comparison

and fuckin um i forget if ive ever asked, i mostly process cas’s fuckedupedness through a lens of npd, but am more familar with bpd because my own brain garbage is a bit of both and having had many loved ones with bpd, does cas ever fully freak the fuck out in an insecure attachment way trying to make gortash Go Away or trying to leave himself(but coming back generally), might characterize that Oh No Hes Going To Die leaves forever cant handle loss unless he “choses” it meltdown in a similar menthol eelnessTM vein

i especially love thinking about cas being extremely insecure because reality will never live up to his delusions of self importance perfection and grandeur because fun fact :^) a side affect of those thought patterns is constant disappointment in a reality of self that can never meet those expectations :^^^)

casim “i AM perfect or ill DIE” carnavorn

honestly "Doesnt Talk A Lot, When He Does Its 90% Weird Rude Mean Shit" is pretty on point here😭😭 I used to say like everyone desires him and then he opens his mouth and theyre like "hmmm yeah idk if this one's worth it chief". Like he has no filter at all but it isn't like he doesn't do it on purpose it's more like he goes out of his way to make sure everyone leaves in a worse mood than before, if that makes sense? Gortash would join in though honestly.... type of situation where Gortash tries to introduce them to some noble family on a party and Cas just drops that some poor girl looks like a fat cow (see this is funnier considering that he stands next to Gortash but ain't nobody gonna say that back) 🙏

aside from that though like.... in private? I suppose this may be more of a tone thing and I'm a VERY mid writer so I couldn't even tell you how I'd show this of the top of my head but I suppose he's more... clearly affectionately teasing? because yeah he obviously stays teasing and calls him a fat bastard in private still and such but it's very obvious if you look at them for a second that it's like a far cry from how he treats everyone else (smth smth his gaze very clearly softens and he allows himself to giggle and you can tell that they have been knowing each other for a long time)

okay sorry im YAPPING but ! ....If you want to write something I'd be over the fucking moon either way honestly like??😭 tbh I think you sound like you get him a lot already but also let me just say additionally... I see Cas as a character that's pretty flexible anyways because he erm... he has mood swings but also doesn't really have smth I'd consider a set speech pattern or something that he needs to sound in character?

anyways concerning the npd/bpd thing I never quite drew a line for him or anything to put him more into one camp but. I mean yeah based on the dying of old age scenario... LMFAOO but also yeah he does. Cas is the type of person that will literally leave the city for months or lock himself in and try to "become a new person" (he literally has moment where he's like "maybe I should just become who Bhaal wants me to be. maybe it would be easier") if there's some dispute with Gortash. It usually ends with Gortash forcing him to meet him again and Cas being something along the lines of "oh my fucking god can I just stop loving you already" but yeagh u know the fact that Gortash is kinda the only person he ever liked or even saw as a friend just makes it worse tbh

and the insecurities/delusions thing? yeah exactly what you said. a lot of his insecurities are insane too tbh like "I can never be what everyone desires" but then he loses it if he's NOT what someone desires, Gortash saying smth along the lines of "I like women too" would be enough to make him walk off a ledge because he can't be that part (smth smth I can be most perfect man on the planes but I'll never be a woman. funnier when u know he could use incubus illusion magic but he refused to his whole life). But anyways yeah as I said once Cas is like... a DEEPLY insecure person at his core even if he'd never admit or think that it shows

anyways after this analysis... Cas plays adc and shits on every support he plays with💯 He mains aphelios because he wants to look at a man but also because he thinks he's better than anyone else for playing a complex champ... hope u see my vison

[twogyuu]

okay 'youth of may' honestly left me at a loss for words, so im not going to bombard y'all with some 5-page word vomit so just gonna talk about the new and true OTP of all time.

the main couple was so healthy and good for each other :') sans their communication struggles in the beginning bc the female lead had trauma that she found hard to share, they were so perfectly imperfect 😭🥺 no relationship is happy all the time and arguments are inevitable, but rather than being immature about it, no matter how hard the conversation, they communicated (I'M TALKING ABOUT LIKE TALKING AND LISTENING) and worked through it, which is just everything to me 😭😭💘

it seems so basic and bare minimum but honestly is so important and hard to do?

the chemistry wasn't romantic or steamy, but you could just SEE how much they really liked and cared for each other 😭 THE TEASING WAS TOP TIER FUCKING CUTE. the way their feelings developed felt really organic. it was easy when they were together and it was comfortable. safe. warm. funny. despite each other's shortcomings and the shit thrown their way, they still chose each other until the very end :')

you can't help but root for a happy ending for them 😭💔

the story itselfwas beautiful and i think that stems from how subtlety seeped into the plot and all the character relationships :') like it was all so well-developed. though cheesy at times, it was nothing overdramatic for the most part. overall, this wasn't something jaw-dropping or gave me some mind boggling revelation. however, it was a nice reminder that life and the ppl in it aren't perfect. humans SUCK and some things are unforgivable, but cherish the ppl who are good to you. life becomes a series of choices that you make and how you face the consequences. sometimes those decisions won't be "right", but you still have the power to turn it around rather than wallowing in your misfortune. what counts is that you tried - not that you won :')

this one's gonna stick with me for a long time . . .

p.s. i have a fat crush on hwang hae tee now 😭😂 bye vernon jk jk jk

[kayfarafey]

This is the previous anon who loves your posts. Thank you so much the post made me very happy :) baroryuu still isn't my cup of tea but I still enjoy reading your thoughts about them. If I wanted anything written, I'd love some iris and barok bonding drabble if that isn't too much to ask. Again, thanks so much I'm about to spontaneously combust out of happiness <3

dear god. anon forgive me i have no excuse for leaving this for so long. genuinely started your drabble, did not finish it, and then left this to rot in my drafts like some kind of uncivilized beast. so i also have a barok and iris scene for you from a fic im never going to finish, and i hope that's enough family bonding material for you to forgive the discourtesy of my bullshit. you might not even follow me anymore, but just know i never forgot about you.

“Uncle.”

Barok doesn’t look up, focusing on finishing his sentence. “Yes, niece,” he says, matching the exasperation in her voice with the intent to tease. When the scratching of his quill pen ceases with a flourish, he looks up at Iris—her arms are crossed over her chest and her cheeks are puffed out. He cannot fathom whyfor, and dutifully puts his work aside; he will be unable to return his attention to it when he encounters whatever the cause of his usual tenderhearted and tolerant niece’s frustration is—for it will soon become his own frustration, and a headache he will need to medicate. “Are you all right? What’s happened?”

“I’m all right,” she says, and at once the fight leaves her and her shoulders slump. “But Uncle, I’ve hardly seen you! It’s been days since I sent you that telegram.”

She had indeed sent him a telegram almost a week prior, imploring him to Baker Street for tea, but he was unfortunately unable to attend as he was in the midst of an extremely demanding investigation. He was remorseful, of course, but also embarrassed to admit the invitation had slipped his mind in the face of his work, and he neglected to reschedule with her. And, he recalls now with a sudden bolt of horror, this has become a pattern with previous invitations—at least the past three.

Though it is justified, it is always a lamentable day when Iris is frustrated with him. This is not a problem Barok can fix with a few choice words and an icy glare—his reflection in the mirror is no longer cowed by such elementary tactics.

“Please forgive the discourtesy of neglecting you, my dear,” Barok says. He bows his head, calculating what he might procure to make his unintentional slight up to her. “I will not attempt to excuse my ungraciousness.”

Iris sighs, her bright blue eyes downcast. “I understand you’re busy,” she says softly. “Everyone is very busy... Ginny’s busy being an Inspector, and Mary is busy because she’s the coroner, and Kazu’s busy with his cases, and Daddy and I are busy too. But that doesn’t mean—” Abruptly, Iris raises her gaze to fix him with a determined stare. “—that we don’t all need a break!”

Iris, now thirteen years of age, resembles her mother more and more each day. It is a solemn reminder that she has never and will never know Lady Baskerville, despite just how much she shares her face and attitude. As her features finally relinquish the fat of childhood they expose the high cheekbones so often prominent on those of aristocratic blood, and in the slight uptilt of her nose—the way it wrinkles when she laughs—the remnants of Eliza Baskerville remain. When Barok first met his sister-in-law, he was no older than his niece is right now, and Eliza was of age with Klimt, but he can imagine a more youthful version of the woman. Truly, he doesn’t have to imagine it; she stands before him. Even the way she holds herself, the confidence and certainty, the kindness threaded through her arguments, comes from her blood.

But her ever-increasing height and her clever eyes... Those are things Klimt has left her.

As recently as a year ago, such thoughts would have sent a shock of pain through him. Two years ago, the pain would have been debilitating. Now, he allows it to tug at him for only a moment before he releases it, turning his full attention back to the living.

Raising an eyebrow, Barok asks, “And what do you suggest?”

“We’re having supper tonight!” Iris declares. “All of us. Everyone.”

“Everyone.” He cannot help but roll that word around on his tongue. It seems at once intimidating—the Baker Street suite is not meant to hold a crowd of people, but he still refuses to allow Herlock Sholmes to invade his manor—and inaccurate. The latter is another thought he must release as well; this time out of self-preservation. “And if I said I could not attend? Regrettably, of course.”

“You wouldn’t get away with it!” That is a gesture she inherited from Sholmes alone—a cheeky point that fills him with dread. “I can see you have no case at the moment judging by the lack of a diorama on your table. Plus, I’ve already made my rounds and invited Ginny, Kazu, and Mary, and none of them declined—meaning there are no important investigations pending that would require your involvement as the DPP. Also, your pile of uncompleted work is almost entirely depleted, which is why you didn’t immediately look up when I entered; you were finishing the final sentence on the report you have in front of you! Therefore I can easily conclude you have no good reason to reject my invitation, and Uncle, you will be coming to supper tonight! Even if I have to drag you!”

She curtsies. It is a wonder a curtsy can look so smug. “Thus concludes Iris van Zieks’s ‘Logic and Reasoning Spectacular’!”

--

“Did Mr. Sholmes ever do this for you?”

“Only when I was really little,” Iris chirps, and her heels thump against the door-frame as she straightens herself flush against the wall, chin tilted up to grin a bright, missing-tooth-gap grin. “I think Daddy may have forgotten about it, but he does that all the time—starts things and forgets to finish them—so I don’t mind!”

A lump grows in his throat that prevents him from responding immediately, so he simply hums in acknowledgment. Enough time has passed for his more unsavory emotions regarding the circumstances surrounding Iris’s childhood to have been exposed to the critical eye of reality and adequately examined, but he is still occasionally gripped by them—vehement envy, the thick black bile of melancholy, the childish desire to bemoan how unfair it all was that he was barred from her existence for more than a decade. If he had raised the girl, she would not have missed out on these tiny, priceless things... 

Yet at the same time, he had little more to offer her than Sholmes. Perhaps even much less. For all Herlock Sholmes was an impertinent maniac, he fostered a home full of warmth and energy, and provided what Iris needed to flourish. At its most basic requirement, Iris needed to be raised by a person, a living soul, as opposed to a husk of a man too steeped in his own selfish misery to exit his chambers without a bottle of wine in hand. Iris is a marvel, and Barok is glad she was not pulled into his darkness, and Barok grieves what it may have meant for him if she had been—if she was the light he had been missing for all those years.

“My brother and I took this very seriously,” he says eventually. He does not refer to Klimt as Iris’s father; he is lucky enough that Iris values their blood relation enough that she wants to associate with him, and even Barok’s ties to Klimt’s memory have oxidized somewhat. He will not allude to a relationship Iris has not acknowledged, even if its biological presence weighs heavy between them, silent but reeking of iron. “Though I suppose he may have simply humored my competitive streak.”

“You can’t grow taller through force of will,” Iris says solemnly. “I’ve tried.”

“I attempted that as well,” Barok admits. His thumb grazes over one of the notches high above her head, the divot’s edges rounded and softened with age. In Klimt’s hand, the tidy note beside it reads, ‘Barok - 175 cm,’ and he recalls being sixteen like rediscovering a worn photograph nestled between the covers of a book. “I... used to hang upside down from the trees in the grove, in hopes that may garner me a few inches on him.”

Iris bursts into laughter—pure, unrestrained glee that instantly illuminates the room. “Oh dear! D-do you mean, like a bat?”

“He claimed I looked more like a colt dangling from a fence.” Distantly, as though someone else was pointing it out, he recognizes that he is smiling. It is a small, rueful smile, but a smile nonetheless—another surprising talent of Iris’s, being able to coax such a thing out of him. “Klimt was, of course, the one who ‘let it slip,’ so to speak, that this was a viable plan of action. Pretending it was a secret he failed to conceal from me cemented the idea in my head.”

Iris looks thoughtful, her giggles abating as she turns his tale over in her clever mind. “Perhaps it has something to do with blood flow?”

“I believe it had something to do with making me act like a fool.”

With another trill of amusement at his expense, Iris hands him the pencil and the tape. The change in attitude is immediate—she flattens herself against the doorframe once more, rigid and solemn as a statue, staring straight ahead in the interest of complete accuracy. Barok exerts what may be the most care and gentleness he’s ever utilized in his life to smooth down her hair and etches a mark at the crown of her head onto the jamb.

When he steps away, Iris once more shifts back to delight, and practically bounces out of the way so he can measure her height with the tape.

“The last time I checked, I was one hundred and twenty centimeters!” Iris announces. “I do hope I’ve grown a bit!”

She has. Barok writes, ‘Iris - 125 cm’ next to her very first mark, right above one of his own at age ten.

[eggluttony]

While Eggman overeating and getting fatter and sexier naturally/unintentionally is super hot, the concept of him WANTING to gain weight and his perverted thoughts coming out during stuffing sessions/dirty talk is just a MASSIVE turn-on for me sghsgshfhdk it’s way too hot 🥵

I know it’s probably not the most in-character thing for him to think or want but… it’s just so damn hot to think about 🥰 Like him actively wishing to gain pounds and become bigger and bigger SGSHSJSH- THTS SO SEXY yes king become the morbidly obese slob you wanna be 😌 We won’t complain lmaoooo

While I don’t see Eggman regularly weighing himself, he obviously checks himself out in the mirror and when he sees his “developments”, i love to imagine it turning him on, like- ohhh my god I am absolutely huge… his round belly starts to develop into rolls and his hips get wider with love handles as well as his ass n tits and he’s just like yeeeeees I am so fuckin sexy 🥴 When people start to tease him about it in bed and really lean into the concept of him becoming hundreds and hundreds of pounds fatter it really makes him horny

His belly and tits start to get so much softer, instead of his harder sort of fat before he gained a bunch, and all of him starts to jiggle when doing stuff, even during the smallest of activities after a while - his clothes are getting super tight even after moving up so many sizes constantly and, if he’s wearing clothes with a belt or a waistline, he starts to get a veeeeery prominent muffin top sgdhdgsk- Moving about/daily activities are becoming so much more tiring and he wishes he could just sit back, eat some of his favourite fattening desserts and be worshipped like the absolute king he is, just to spare him the effort of “strenuous activity”

He notices these changes in his body and behaviour frequently and he’s quite shocked (and even appalled) with himself… until he’s alone sgshsjsh- sometimes things like this can be concerning when he notices in public spaces, but once he’s by himself and can reflect, he’s extremely horny and gives into his gluttonous and lustful desires…

OKAY IM GETTING CARRIED AWAY I GOTTA STOP TYPING SGSHSGSKSHSK what do you think tho?? Like, do you like the thought of him actively liking gaining weight, enjoying the changes in his body?

HELLO I have a fucking intense boner fnjsbkgsbwkgksbh GOD SAME

Of course I do love the idea of Eggman accidentally overeating, unintentionally gaining a lot, and then being shocked by his own transformation with just how far pure mindless gluttony can take him and how it's like he just can't control himself sometimes. It's really sexy when he's oblivious, then in denial, and then embarrassed and a little ashamed, it's a prime state for him to be teased for the bad habits and poor choices he makes without even realizing sometimes.

But I'm also really weak for him totally getting into it, not just all the big stuffings but even weight gain. I like to combine the best of both because I can see it working that way for him, where he accidentally and naturally gains and is embarrassed and nervous that he's put on this much weight without even noticing but gets turned on by that and realizes he's actually not sure if he wants to stop now he's aware and it's not just because he hates trying to lose weight.

If he doesn't gain intentionally at first but realizes he's loving it and can't deny it, he says fuck it and gives in and gains purposefully but tries to tell himself and others he's just taking time to relax and treat himself, to try to feel less guilty about it when it's really just an excuse to let his greedy slobby side come out. He swears he can stop whenever he wants so it won't go too far but of course that's not true because it's addictive and he's bound to get carried away hehe ;)

I LOVE the thought of him specifically admiring his fat in the mirror as part of being madly in love with himself, I think about it all the time! Him posing and feeling himself up, being proud of his big round belly as he rubs, pats, and shakes it in his hands, loving his squishy tits and big butt, and how everything wobbles around. He loves everything about himself and thinks he has the perfect, most gorgeous body shape and size and he's so right.

He blushes like "Oh man I'm getting so fat..." and gasps and tuts and is appalled but is also in awe and wonder as he feels himself up in the mirror, grabs thick rolls of soft fat, squeezes his butt, cups his tits, takes in how much bigger he's gotten and gets hard as he realizes he just looks even sexier fatter as all his best assets get bigger. He ends up jerking off excitedly and surprises himself by blurting out how he's such a greedy fatass and looks so sexy.

The hornier he gets, the more he wants to get fatter and then the thought of that turns him on even more to the point he can't stand how good it feels to be getting fatter and how hot the thought of gaining even more is. He gets so carried away in the thoughts as he jerks off aggressively and cums so hard, realizing his heart (more like his dick lol) really wants to, even though his mind is conflicted with knowing he shouldn't but he's loving it and can't help his desires.

He secretly fantasizes about being seriously pampered and overfed constantly and becoming a being a slobby obese fatass of an emperor, with a massive belly that draws attention so eyes are always on him. He just sits back and is worshipped and fed with days full of constant bliss, pleasure, fullness, and sleepiness, lounges with his huge stuffed belly proceeding him, eats and eats and gets even more food at the click of fingers and gets fatter and fatter.

He has wet dreams of being a massive morbidly obese lazy fatass and wakes up to the tent of his boner in the sticky sheets and the naughty fantasy on his mind, so he waddles to the kitchen for a late night feast, clearing out the entire fridge and pantry while imagining those dreams coming true. He wobbles back to bed severely overstuffed and bloated, loving how fat and huge his belly feels when packed full and he wishes it looked like that while empty and even bigger.

Or of it's morning, he stuffs himself with a big hearty breakfast and then struggles to pull himself and his fat stuffed belly out his chair- or when he's especially horny, he orders for an even bigger breakfast in bed and ends up too full and heavy to get out of bed. And that just further encourages him to be lazy and go back to sleep, where he just keeps dreaming of getting huge while his stomach digests and more fat is added to his frame in his sleep.

During a stuffing session and/or when he's in bed with a partner, he really likes being teased for his awful habits and how he's been getting fatter. He starts off seeming flustered and in denial, then nervous and blushy, but he gets so turned on that the excitement takes over and he stops pretending he doesn't love it as a big smile is finally on his face and a giggle escapes him as he admits that being so fat feels really good and he wants to be bigger and fatter.

Talking about how fat he's getting and the subject of fattening him up further in dirty talk drives him crazy, he gets so hard and leaky while his fat is jiggled and played with, he starts moaning and sighing in delight of how fat and soft he feels and the thought of getting bigger. When it gets him horny, he doesn't think rationally or worry anymore and instead loves how naughty it feels and associates every jiggle of his heavy fat body with feelings of pure ecstasy.

He tries to grind up into them excitedly during it only he just pathetically humps his own soft fat of his growing belly hang but that feels great too and he loves it. He tries to reach to touch himself but it's also difficult reaching his dick and when he's told to imagine what it would be like if he couldn't reach to do it at all anymore and always needs help with it and he knows that would be appalling and frustrating but it excites him way more than it should.

He starts moaning and panting and almost pleads as he says he needs more, he needs to eat more and he needs to get fatter. Greed and desire takes over and makes him so horny and he gives in. During a stuffing session, his mind tells him to eat and eat and have more food forced down his throat and feel his fat belly expand and bulge until it feels like he's about to burst and keep going and he eats sloppily and messily like a pig the more desparate he gets.

He'd love to be way fatter because it's so exciting for himself and others to play with it. Some of his biggest orgasms happened while his fat was played with and wobbled and kissed and he's told to imagine getting even fatter. He loves feeling like a blob of fat and everything jiggling and shaking as he thrusts or gets fucked or gets jerked or sucked off and cums while smiling wide and moaning as he's called a big greedy fatass and kinds of other teasing names.

When his body gets bigger and softer, he has even more fun admiring his developing body with how the slightest movements make him jiggle all over, how much his round belly proceeds him so he can't see his dick or his feet, how his tits sag heavier than before, his heavy wobbly belly hangs, and his fat plump ass jiggles. He wonders what it would be like to become a big blob of lard, how it would feel to just drown in it and he can't stop eating to get there.

He finds himself loving the process, the pressure of his strained creaking bodysuit sounding like it's going to split, seams feeling like they're going to tear, when his belly muffin tops over belts and waistbands, buttons and zippers straining and about to break and pop, feeling himself getting too big for seats and doorways, his bed, and bathtub. He tries to sound disappointed whenever his wright gives him issues but his sighs and groans sound more like arousal.

He's a bit blushy when clothes get tighter and it's more obvious that he's barely squeezed into them as they're strained and buttons and his bodysuit are creaking, shirts are riding up, his squishy love handles and butt are spilling out, how his moobs are showing through everything. But it also feels so good, how it's all barely containing the thick squishy fat and imagining getting big enough to ruin these clothes and keeps eating and enjoys feeling it get tighter.

The times he does explode out his clothes, he moans deeply as all his fat abruptly spills out every angle and his fat belly looks massive when he looks down, it feels amazing. He feels an intense rush of pleasure and his cock hardens under the layers of fat. If it happened in the middle of eating then he just shoves the next bite down his throat and keeps going, thinking of getting enormous and he becomes addicted to stuffing himself silly.

All the days of being so packed full after meal after meal and snack after snack to the point he can't move starts feeling like accomplishments that he's proud of himself for. The tummy aches he gets are signs he's eaten enough and if he doesn't feel round and heavy and tightly stretched then he hasn't. He loves waddling to the pantry for more food and stumbling into bed with an overstuffed gut and sometimes can't even gorges on late night snacks after.

Every new roll of fat and fresh set of stretch marks he notices all over his body in the mirror, everything getting bigger and fatter and even his cheeks and multiple chins. It makes him feel so giddy, he can't believe how sexy he looks and how great he feels and how he just wants more! He's gaining by the week with constant stuffings and lazy days of sleeping and gaming and eating until he's about to burst, always thinking about his next meal and nap.

Eventually everything starts making him breathless and tired easier, too much heavy fat to carry to move and he's too full and sleepy to function mentally. He just wants to lay back and eat big tasty fattening greasy meals and junk and sweet sugary desserts and go to sleep with his hands resting on top of his huge packed full gurgling stomach. He wants the most work to be moving his jaw to chew and his poor stomach working extra hard to digest all he forces into it.

He also doesn't want to move because his back fat and huge plump ass feel like big cozy cushions, his tits and belly are comforting to hold and pleasurable to play with. He's so warm and fat and comfortable and the satisfaction of being stuffed to the gills on top of it is exhilarating. He just wants to sit there like a lazy slobby fatty and ask his robots to do literally everything for him and judge him for becoming extremely obese to the point it's getting really shocking.

There's confliction. It's so wrong but it feels so right. He really shouldn't but he just really wants to get bigger, it still doesn't feel like enough even when it starts giving him problems. And even though he knows he's getting too fat and he's too full and should stop, he keeps shoving more food into his mouth as the fantasy and thought of how he shouldn't actually just really excites him more and he likes telling himself he needs it. He likes when partners tell him he does.

When he's horny he gets really carried away and can't help himself. He forgets about the shame and guilt and gives into dirty desire and lust. He loves the heavy indulgence and tells himself he needs and deserves to feel good and gorge freely to his heart's content and grow. They're just barely restrained deep dirty desires of complete gluttony and obesity and when that smallest amount of restraint is lost, it's easy for him to let himself go and get absolutely huge.

He gets so huge that he surpasses type 2 to 3 obesity class and when he's finally pushed to get back on the scales by concerned robots, it reads error and he's embarrassed to move up to a bariatric one and find that he's now considered morbidly obese. And he's seriously shocked and appalled with himself but at the same time this is the beginning of his fantasy coming true and he can't help but feel a bit excited at how fat and heavy and enormous he is!

He's worn out after waddling to the scale and the shock so he just wants to lay back down and rest. And when he thinks about all the food he ate to get this big he just starts craving more. So he soon finds himself lounging and stuffing his enormous big soft fat belly again just minutes after the discovery because he can't stop now, it feels so good and he needs to eat even more to be satisfied now that he's so fat and rest more because he's so heavy it's tiring.

As much as I love unintentional weight gain with him, I really do adore the thought of him losing control and giving into a desire to become a lazy slobby greedy morbidly obese fatass too. And go ahead and give in to your true desires you adorable fatty, we will absolutely love it! God I'm so fucking weak for him 🥵🤤😍💘💜💖💕💗 This got fucking long oops lol. And nooo you don't need to stop, getting bigger asks makes me so happy and brings out bigger responses like this aagjfhsbskfbskg 💕