#warning: extreme slob

[impossible-gains]

Unlike Mitsuru, Kagetora's wife is an EXPERT at shitsquatting.~

Especially when Kagetora spreads her legs and orders her to 'drop and dump~'.

"If you can't do it right, don't do it at all Ms. Prissy Pants. Nnghh...!!"

BBBBBFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrRRTTTTTT!!

Dropping her pants and into a squat, Yu does what she does best...Chocolate soft serve coming right up-

[soft-mafia]

Tuesday [Buggy x Reader]

warnings: fem reader, nsfw, smut, rough sex, Buggy being a perv(kind of), risky dry humping, fingering, straight up porn I’m ngl to you, barely proof read

a/n: I’m SO sorry for my absence😭I was kind of caught up in my own life(and my own head) and I completely forgot to write lmao. I hope you guys enjoy this one though!!

“Listen.. Y/n. We’re both adults here so I’m not gonna beat around the bush. Sleep with me for just one night, and in return I’ll let you have days off every Tuesday.”

• When Buggy came to Y/n with the proposition, he was obviously nervous, but still trying to act “cool” and macho. He didn’t want to seem like too much of a creep coming to the only female member on his crew with an offer like this.

• Buggy would be lying if he said he hadn’t fantasized about Y/n. Especially when she wore those skimpy outfits on hot days.. that would lead him into spending hours in his quarters, vigorously rubbing one out to the thought of grabbing her by the waist and dry humping her on the deck.

• So if she were to reject him, it would make things extremely awkward. Buggy was already regretting his decision.

• Y/n on the other hand was ecstatic, she got to have sex with her handsome captain, and getting days off in return? Count her in.

• And so, that one night turned into several nights. Y/n had snuck out of the crew’s quarters every night, tip toeing past sleeping pirates until she made it to Buggy’s cabin for another evening of fun.

• The first time Y/n had snuck back into Buggy’s room— she had tripped over a sea of empty beer bottles. The first night she slept with him, Buggy made sure to clean up all the mess so she wouldn’t find out how much of a slob he was, but after that night the mess just started to accumulate again.. Y/n had walked in on Buggy, half hunched over his bed only wearing his boxers, about to get some shut eye. When he saw Y/n trip over his mess he screamed out like he had seen a ghost.

• Eventually, Y/n had just migrated to living in Buggy’s quarters with him. Of course, not without sly comments and occasional wolf whistles every time someone caught her walking out of his room.

• This night wasn’t different than the other nights, Buggy was on top of Y/n, his hairy chest pressed against her back, cock buried deep inside of her as she moaned into the pillow. Buggy was grunting and huffing like a boar, booze-scented breath fanned over the back of Y/n’s head as he slammed his hips back and forth.

• Buggy was not a gentle lover in the slightest, he was rough and took what he wanted; the first night they had sex was probably the roughest; he had bent her in half on his bed, holding her ankles down as he plowed her. It was far from what Y/n always fantasized but she was seeing stars never the less.

“Mmm.. C-Captain..!” Y/n gasped, almost getting choked on her own breath as Buggy detached his cock to hit her cervix, she titled her head back and let out a loud moan. “Yeah.. that’s right. You’re Captain’s little fuck toy, huh?” Buggy snickered behind grit teeth, sliding one of his hands down her back to give her ass a firm slap, “My little whore.” He grunted, thrusting his cock in and out at a rough pace, making her pussy spasm.

Y/n could barely keep her eyes open, her entire body trembling underneath her rough captain; she loved every part of it. They both came, Buggy, deep inside of her, and Y/n, around his cock and onto the mattress. They were both panting heavily— Buggy felt like he was about to have a heart attack. “Oh fuck-” he groaned before rolling over and flopping on his back, his long hair sprawled out around him, he glanced over at Y/n, a shivering mess curled up at his side, “You ok, Y/n?” He asked gently, the first few nights he had just stared in concern, too afraid and too awkward to speak up, but he was slowly working on his aftercare skills.

Y/n nodded, leaning into him as the musky scent she grew to love invaded her nose. She wrapped an arm around his torso, across his broad chest. “I’m just glad tomorrow is Tuesday.” She giggled.

The next day, Y/n was enjoying her day off; by being a nuisance to Buggy, sitting on the arm rest of his throne, letting her legs rest over his lap. “It’s like you’re trying to get me riled up.” Buggy said through a smirk, rubbing up and down Y/n’s leg. “Of course not, I’m just trying to spend time with my Captain. Is that wrong?” Y/n giggled, playing with one of the braids in Buggy’s hair that was dangling out the side of his hat.

“Hmmm. Nothing wrong with that.” Buggy mumbled, his smirk growing as he palmed the growing bulge in his pants, “Why don’t you slide down on my lap, here?” He glanced up at Y/n, patting his thigh. Of course she noticed his boner, and thank god that the rest of his crew were out doing something off of the ship. She slowly moved down to sit on his lap, right on his hard crotch. She felt a small chill run down her spine when she heard him groan under his breath. He put one hand on her hip, squeezing it firmly, “That’s right, baby.” He leaned forward, wrapping both arms around her waist now as he began to move his hips underneath her.

“Mm.. captain..” Y/n held onto Buggy’s forearms, grinding her ass against his clothed dick as it rubbed against her pussy through her pants. Buggy chuckled, “Funny how this was supposed to be a one time thing,” He licked a stripe along the shell of Y/n’s ear, “And now you’re here, rubbing your sweet ass on my cock. You must really love getting attention from this dirty old clown, huh?” He whispered in her ear, followed by a dry chuckle.

Y/n bit her bottom lip, whimpering softly, “It feels so good..” she breathed out, her legs trembling as she squeezed them together. Buggy swiftly spread them apart again, his fingers moving down between her legs, slithering beneath the hem of her pants to get into her panties. “Holy shit you’re fucking sopping.” He laughed, slipping two fingers into her easily, making her mewl and arch her back; he moved his fingers out and up to rub circles into her clit as he continued to grind against her ass.

“That’s good.. yeah, lemme hear those little noises.” Buggy grinned widely, then grunted as his abdomen clenched, the friction getting him so close to cumming, urging him to rub her clit faster. Y/n’s thighs were trembling, fingers digging into Buggy’s hairy arm as her hips struggled to keep up with him. They were both panting, moaning and groaning together.

Y/n put her hand over where Buggy’s hand was inside of her pants, pressing his palm against her pussy further so she could grind on it. “Damn you’re really loving me, huh?” Buggy laughed, then groaned before burying his mouth against Y/n’s back, squeezing his eyes shut as he came right into his boxers, knuckle deep inside of her spasming cunt. Y/n made a mess of his fingers as she came around them, purring like a kitten.

Buggy breathed heavily, he was seeing stars for a moment before he leaned back against his throne, Y/n was still riding out her orgasm on his palm, before he slid his hand away to lick at her juices. Y/n moved so that she was sitting on one of his thighs, wrapping an arm around his neck and leaning against his chest.

“Hey.. uh- Y/n.” Buggy croaked out, wiping his saliva off on his pants, “Why do you keep.. yknow, doing this with me.” He asked her, wrapping an arm around her.

Y/n looked away, chewing on her bottom lip as she thought, “I..” she didn’t know why she was afraid to just tell him that she always liked him, he’s fucked her so many times already, but she couldn’t stop herself from blushing and stumbling on her words. “Am I making you feel like you need to do this?” Buggy asked, starting to panic slightly, feeling like he was abusing his position and being a dirty creep towards the only girl on his crew, “I swear I didn’t mean to pressure you into doing anything!”

“No, Captain! You didn’t pressure me into doing anything. I really like spending time with you.” Y/n looked back up at Buggy, “I really like you.”

Buggy’s eyes widened, he then looked away. Oh.. well, that explains why she was so eager to accept my offer in the first place. “Really?” He said in slight disbelief, his voice cracking unintentionally. “Yes really!” Y/n frowned at him, “Do you think I’d even be doing this if I didn’t? You’re the handsomest pirate I’ve ever seen!”

Buggy didn’t know if that inflated his ego, or confused him even more— She thinks I’m handsome?! “Really?” He said again, his pitch getting higher. “You’re so insecure.” Y/n mumbled, giggling quietly as she looked away. “HEY!! I’M NOT INSECURE!! HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT TO YOUR CAPTAIN!!” Buggy shouted, grabbing both of Y/n’s shoulders and shaking her.

“STOP SHAKING ME!!”

[yyokkki]

Vil Schoenheit's Resentment

Vil x GN!Reader/Yuu warnings: mild swearing, petty vil supremacy, reader is called yuu, reader is a lot shorter than vil and somehow has clear skin, neige slander im sorry i love him i really do TT, s-silent treatment? pov: third-person wc: 1021 words

Vil Schoenheit; top model, renowned actor and acclaimed singer. For as long as he could remember he’d been wearing a mask in the eyes of the public. 

Cool, calm and collected. It took years of practice to perfect his persona. 

Extremities were frowned upon so he had to balance his traits. Not too cold, not too warm. Not too approachable, not too lofty. Altogether, he was the spitting image of a perfect celebrity.

Just one glance was enough to tell anybody; that right there is a star.

So why?

The Ramshackle Prefect enters the scene. They were shy and soft-spoken, with a little too much fringe blocking the world’s view of their eyes. Quite pretty eyes at that. Moving on, they slouched while they sat, left crumbs around their mouth and when they did speak, only the crudest vulgarities left their lips.

Vil would never! Ever! Waste his precious time even interacting with a slob like that, much less fall in love with them.

But if there’s anything fate has taught him, it was to never say never.

—

You… You’ve ruined everything..!

Vil Schoenheit, the fairest of them all, as many would say, was having a crisis. 

It was hard to describe what he was feeling. A giddiness bubbling up in his stomach that made him start kicking his legs while screaming into his pillow as if he weren’t a superstar but a delicate maiden, followed by a sharp realisation and… Shame. 

It had been a while since the VDC and S.T.Y.X. incidents. He’d gotten much closer to Yuu, the Ramshackle Prefect during that time. He’d long let go of the notion of them being a slob. If anything, they worked much harder than anybody else did. 

Since he had taken them under his wing, it was up to him to bring that inner beauty of theirs up to the surface. To let the whole school marvel at his little spudling in full bloom.

Mascara, maybe some lip gloss. Some blush and by the Sevens, Epel, I need your brush. He was going to make them beautiful.

And beautiful they were. 

He couldn’t explain the slight twinge in his heart as he watched Rook lather praise upon praise on them and noticed the turning heads following them down the hallways.

Then came that fateful day. After weeks of denial and renditions of ‘I Won’t Say I’m In Love’ (Rook played the part of the Muses), he’d accepted his feelings, and was ready to put them into action.

He’d seen the way they looked at him. The twinkle in their eyes, the unintentional smile they couldn’t keep down. All symptoms of a disturbance in the heart. He knew it well, he was afflicted with the same illness after all.

So with a carefully penned, scented letter sent over to Ramshackle’s doorstep, he’d collapsed into his bed, eagerly awaiting the next day. He resented Yuu. The way they made him feel. But it was a sweet sort of resentment.

—

Yuu, a.k.a Ramshackle Prefect a.k.a. Caretaker of Grim a.k.a. Beast Tamer, after making it out of seven overblots by the skin of their teeth, was having a crisis. A love crisis.

It had been a few months since they started dating Vil Schoenheit and so far it was going great. It was the first time Vil had been in a relationship (which surprised them at first but made sense considering his background), but he was a natural. He took the lead and was always trying to better both himself and Yuu. 

Dates were fun and relaxing, full of self-care and spa nights where he’d personally massage the knots out of their weary shoulders and apply face masks onto their skin along with those cucumbers they’d always seen in movies.

“It’s truly a miracle your skin is as healthy as it is, considering you’ve neglected it so much these past few months,” he’d whispered under his breath the first time he did their makeup. They’d caught on to the tinge of envy in his voice and would chuckle at the thought every now and then.

But back to the topic at hand. Vil… Was a vindictive boyfriend. Not to say he would lash out at them or anything but sometimes they wished he would. 

You see, the first and most obvious sign that Vil was mad at Yuu came in the form of silent treatment. 

“Vil, Vil! Look, I got a ninety-eight on my potionology exam! It’s all thanks to you,” Yuu gushed, running up to the man. 

He didn’t reply. Didn’t even turn around to acknowledge them. 

“Vil? …How come you’re wearing your fifteen cm heels today,” they faltered, a little nervousness starting to creep up in their voice. This was yet another sign of Vil’s anger. Even barefoot, the top of Yuu’s head barely reached his shoulder so whenever he wore his heels, they had to crane their head up to a painful degree just to get a look at him. It was a petty move but oddly effective.

The model looked down on them from above, before huffing and strutting away, his heels clicking on the hallway tiling.

Oh shit.

—

Yuu  honey  Yuu darling 🥺 Yuu light of my life 🥺🥺  Yuu talk to me please 🥺🥺🥺  did i do something wrong? Yuu im sorryyy

—

Hah. Did I do something wrong?? The audacity!

Imagine Vil’s shock and betrayal when he’d been idly scrolling through MagiCam after a relatively good day only to find a post from his dreaded rival, Neige Leblanche (which in itself would’ve dampened his mood), only to see that his very own beloved had liked the forsaken post.

Okay, fine. Maybe he was overreacting a little. But it mattered! It mattered a great deal to him!!

—

Me Give me a day or two to cool down.  Me And for Seven’s sake, PLEASE block that little twink on MagiCam right now.  Me You know who I’m talking about. Yuu okay done  Yuu if you need anything ill be here <333 Yuu love you 🥺

—

…He was starting to feel a little guilty.

[wing-ed-thing]

Konoha 12 Domestic/Spousal Headcanons

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns, Boruto Doesn't Exist, No Mentions of Children/Adoption

Completed versions of these headcanons will be linked on the character's name.

𓆃 Choji

THE BEST COOK ON THIS LIST NO ONE CAN COMPARE

Loves bonding over cooking and baking— whatever you like! If there's anything you're ever craving, Choji is taking to the kitchen to make you a gourmet meal as good as any professional chef!

Prime rib, lamb, tartare, croissants, macarons, soups! It doesn't matter your allergies or preferences, Choji can and will make you any food your heart desires.

Offers excellent cuddles. 11/10 squishy and soft.

Is very understanding, a fantastic listener, and naturally positive.

Never lets the romance l die, and after a hard day at work, will feed you ice cream while you rant about your day.

𓆃 Hinata

Traditional wife who has always wanted to be a traditional wife since she was a kid.

Content with cooking, doing laundry, and other domestic work.

Although, because of the society and the way she was brought up, she might feel insecure transitioning out of shinobi life.

While being made to feel weak isn't something Hinata is a stranger to, she is sensitive to comments from others about her domestic life.

Be sure to give her lot of reassurance and validate her work around the house.

𓆃 Ino

Also wanted to be a wife growing up, but the stay-at-home life is clearly not for her.

She'll try it for a period of time after your wedding or union, but she's far too restless for cooking and cleaning.

You supposed that she thought it would be relaxing and aesthetic, but if anything, she's getting frustrated and throwing the potato across the kitchen as soon as it slips out of her hand.

Ino will eventually find important work to do, come home to complain about it over dinner, and buy you something nice in a half-brag about how much more money she's making.

This is, of course, not to say she's bad at housework or doesn't do her share. She's perfectly good at domestic work and does the bulk of it, but the moment you expect it from her is the moment she stops.

𓆃 Kiba

A slob who, if allowed, will live in heaps of trash.

For the bulk of his 20s, he'll be super unsure of the whole settling down thing. You could make a whole bingo chart out of the cliche bachelor lines he spouts.

I'm not really a marriage kinda guy. I don't wanna tie myself down to a ball and chain. I just wanna meet people. I'm looking for someone who doesn't take themselves too seriously. Nah, I'm not looking for a relationship.

That is... until one day he wakes up and desperately wants a family of his own. To an extreme extent. Like his expectations are absolutely insane.

As a husband, you'll need to reevaluate those and have a nice long chat because at the beginning of your relationship he will certainly not be pulling his weight.

𓆃 Lee

Sweet, clingy, loving and sincere man.

Ah, you are the sun, the moon, and the world to Lee. He is constantly thinking of or doing the sweetest possible thing he possibly could for you at any given hour of the day.

Is his execution great? You'd give it a 50/50. Does he ever take a break? NO.

Whether it's breakfast in bed or going on a grocery run to get it off your plate, you're sure to have to put out one fire and learn how to use 20 carrots in your meal prep for the week.

He really tries his best, he just gets a little excited.

𓆃 Naruto

Another slob, although well intended.

Naruto never had a formal family growing up, and so he has little ideas of what's expected.

Much of his idea of what a partnership should be comes from media or stupid things that Shikamaru probably told him on the playground growing up, so you'll have to work together as a team to set expectations.

A lot of what he does for you is in his language (you have to learn that him making you both ramen cups is indeed a romantic gesture for him), but he loves exploring things that you like!

Naruto explores your likes and hobbies in a very genuine and non-performative way. Sharing things you enjoy together will be the foundation of your relationship.

𓆃 Neji

You'll spend your first year of marriage focused heavily on strict boundaries, expectations, and other couples work.

The way Neji was brought up completely fractured his sense of family. Not to mention, no matter what you're like Neji will certainly have to fight with his family in a silent battle over clan politics.

Because even though the Hyuga clan has stopped certain practices, doesn't mean that everyone in the clan is in mutual agreement or share similar attitudes with each other.

This will be a marriage built on structure and meaningful confrontation. Neji is determined to break the cycles of his family to make a healthy life with you.

𓆃 Sakura

Wasn't sure if she'd end up with a partner. She really wanted it, but with everything that happened in her life, she had her doubts.

Most definitely too hard on herself. Sakura pushes herself to almost fall over you to ensure you're pleased. Whether it's housework or cooking, there's a part of her that feels the need to prove her work ethic.

It's the small things with Sakura. Even after a long day at work, she'll still bring you your favorite home for dinner, even if the place is out of the way. She'll stay up an hour later to spend time with you even if she has an early morning.

𓆃 Sasuke

An ironic mix between Naruto and Sakura.

As a kid, Sasuke 100% wanted to be a husband when he grew up. 100% wanted to have a spouse to provide for and had similar dreams that some kids often do when they think about families.

But after the Uchiha Tragedy, much of Sasuke's outlook about his future has been skewed. Any relationship will start off as rather unstable and you can almost count on Sasuke being emotionally distant

It's about how the two of you work through his baggage and his willingness to be vulnerable.

𓆃 Shikamaru

Surprisingly well-adjusted?

He knows how to do basic life skills. Pulls his weight and sometimes even does your tasks. Shikamaru is generally clean and organized.

Where's the problem? He's terrified of commitment.

Most of the relationships in the Nara clan seem to consist of passive Nara men with verbose spouses who have no issue bossing their partners around.

But at the same time, Shikamaru doesn't mind this dynamic. He wants to laze, but he's also almost seemingly afraid of dynamics that allow him to laze.

He'll be just fine around the house, just a bit dramatic if you ever ask him to do anything. He'll get over it.

𓆃 Shino

Great husband and great family to marry into.

Just overall very balanced, if not quiet. The Aburame clan is close, but respectful of each other. You'll never have to deal with nagging in-laws because Shibi has already taken you in as one of his own.

Enjoy fresh meals of produce expertly tended to from the garden.

While Shino has his more talkative side when it comes to people he's close to, he's still quiet by nature. Don't expect that to change just because you've gotten married.

The obvious con is the massive amount of insects that will constantly be around you. You're not allowed to trap them or kill them.

You will have to get used to bugs crawling on you.

𓆃 Tenten

You're always doing something crazy.

You don't think any of the other Konoha 12 ever expected that Tenten would have the most exciting marriage, but look at her now.

You're always innovating, making new things for her business, and taking spontaneous trips to check out crafting techniques.

Anything and everything you set your mind to, you support each other in. There are ten million projects scattered around your home.

You roll up to get-togethers (when they seldom happen), being the most traveled and bringing the most unique gifts.

No one knows what you're going to be up to next.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: I apparently had a lot more opinions on all of these characters than I expected. When I make multi-character posts, I like to keep each section sort of short, so if you are interested in more in-depth hcs, tap the underlined name or visit my blog for more.

Sakura, Lee, Choji, Tenten and Sasuke are done at the current moment.

[mightypossibly]

Thinking of getting it in with invisible monsters...

content + warning: extreme smut, genuinely gross, phallic!monsters x afab!reader

You were pumped full of cum so many times that the loads that had spilled out of you had begun to crust over. Once a virgin only a few hours ago, now a human breeding ground for invisible monsters. The rough cocks slammed into you. You couldn't see or touch them, but they were there.

Strong, invisible hands, likewise, were slapping and groping every part of my cum-soaked body. Hands gripped your hips as the non-existent cocks pounded into your cum-crusted holes. Pleasure invaded your sticky body, and you pushed yourself into every thrust. You bounced slutily on the non-existent cocks, accepting your fate.

Your entire body is creamy and dirty from the VERY visible cum. You struggled to suck the (transparent) three fat cocks in your mouth as your ass and pussy was ravaged mercilessly. In seconds you were gargling balls bigger than you could fit.

You could almost imagine what they'd look like as you drooled, gagged and slobbed on tons of balls as many others swung and slapped your cunt. You couldn't escape or push them out, so you had no choice but to eat and fuck dozens of invisible dicks, balls and jizz.

[mothwingwritings]

H and J for jack, please 💗

More for our darling Jack! <3 TY for the ask anon!

Warnings: Violence, mentions of forced cohabitation, mentions of drug use, Jack being overbearing and not giving you any damn autonomy.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

In general, all the violence that surrounds Jack would be horrid for you. I feel like most of the Baki men would try and shelter you a bit from the more savage aspects of their lives, but Jack not so much. He relishes having you witness it. It excites him knowing you are watching, pumping him up more than any drug ever could. Sure there is also an aspect of fear, concern that you may get caught in the cross fire and get yourself hurt, but that’s exactly why he keeps you under a tight guard. No one in their right mind is going to fuck with you when he’s around, and if they are dumb enough to try they won’t be making it out of that altercation alive.

You’ve had front row seats to all of Jack’s fights and have been a firsthand witness to more carnage than anyone ever should. You’ve seen all manner of snapped and broken bones, gazed into faces so badly beaten you can barely recognize them as human, glimpsed torn and bruised flesh through the slits of your fingers when you’d try and hide behind your hands. After a while you hoped you would at least get somewhat used to it, but you found out quickly that the brutality Jack inflicts on his targets is not something you will ever be able to be indifferent towards. Each fight he morphs into a monster, driven by a lust for blood and havoc.  His eyes instinctively search for your each time he sinks his teeth into one of his victims, the excitement reflected in them when he sees you watching him mangle someone is the stuff of nightmares.

After he’s done butchering whatever poor soul has crossed his path, he’ll seek you out and hold you, breathing heavily as he crushes your body against his own. His blood and sweat mix with the remnants of his victims, smearing across your body as he forces himself on you as a victory prize. It never matters how hard or long you scrub once you get home, you always feel dirty long afterwards.

Also, the living conditions are pretty awful. His lifestyle was not something that was easy to hide from you before, but it was impossible to hide now that he has you holed up with him. It’s not that he’s a slob or confines you to some dank room, but your new home is not very… welcoming. What with the sparsely decorated interior (Jack doesn’t really have the time or energy for such things), rampant drug use and obsessive exercise habits, living with Jack lacks the warmth, love, and security and that sorely miss from your own home.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He doesn’t really get jealous so much as he is extremely overprotective. He’ll let you hang out with just about anyone, even people he hates or distrusts (which is more or less every friend you have). Just know that he’s going to be there hanging out with you, every time. Because the best way to make sure you are safe and not being taken advantage of is tag along with you, right? He sees it as a win win-not only will he be able to spend time with you, but he also acts a great deterrent should anyone try and mess with you. And on top of that, he gets to take stock of the people you surround yourself with. He isn’t shy about voicing his opinion on your acquaintances either, and his curt manner and standoffish persona make things very uncomfortable very quickly whenever he joins in on your hang out sessions.

And God he has SO MANY rules when it comes to you interacting with other people. If you are planning on visiting someone IRL, Jack has to be there. You can’t go to their home, but you also don’t want them coming over to yours (If Jack would even allow them past the front door). If you are texting, he’s over your shoulder reading them. If you are on the phone, he’s listening. In fact, you can’t even have your phone if Jack isn’t around.

He makes it so awkward that eventually you give up and decide to drastically limit communication with your family and friends, just to give yourself a break from his tyrannical digging into your personal affairs. Jack takes this as a good sign, choosing to see it as you picking up on just how unworthy of your time these people are. The fewer idiots around you the less he has to worry.

On the flip side though, if you put up a fuss and try to go off on him for being too domineering he will start to lose his patience with you and take a more drastic approach to deal with the issue, and it will not be anything remotely good for either you or your loved ones. But you’re smart, and he knows you’ll come around and see eye to eye with him sooner rather than later. It’d be a shame if someone got hurt because you were being stubborn, wouldn’t it?

[pangtasias-atelier]

Innes' Growing Viewpoint

Had like 200 words and then just had extreme lack of motivation so then just didn't touch this wip until I forced myself and well I guess that works lol so here's this and hopefully there's more eventually instead of waiting 2 months for a new story.

Really craved more Sac/red St/ones since been playing it so have my favorite character who I legit like never use lmao. Hope you enjoy some mind warping and hopefully it came out decent.

Warning: This is a fetish story!

Flapping pegasus wings sound off in the distance, the customary noise hard to frighten the chirping of Frelia’s scattered birds in the safety of the sparse trees amongst the grunts of the training soldiers in the courtyard. The sun manages to hold off on torturing everyone in its rays with the day rather cloudy. Frelia’s gray atmosphere perfectly matches its King.

“I’m a fool to allow this,” Innes adjusts the final portion of his outfit, the miniscule wrinkle in his cuffs irritating him much like the small bit of belly fat he now sports—the additional pale sliver of pudge had not been there the day before, but his hard work ethic has him immediately blaming himself—and even presses against the silky fabric of his clothes. Innes’ grip on his door handle slips upon the sound of shock and surprise coming from the courtyard. A quick trip to his balcony, and an even quicker glance outside shows him the cause for the commotion.

Despite the distance, the mop of cerulean blue hair is all too hard to miss. Along with the wide silhouette. The wave from Renais’ King and their slightly hurried pace as he enters the castle is also hard for Innes to miss, decorum hard to follow between the two grown men when having known each other for far too long. 

“Tch, he’s still allowing himself to be an utter slob,” Huffing in disapproval of Ephraim’s size, able to see he’s gained some weight despite the large distance, he can’t help but grumble as he glances down at his own bit of pudge. With nothing to be done at this exact moment, he igores his current state of affairs and takes a seat on his ornate couch, the slender curves of each leg along with its armrests indicative of Innes’ highbrow tastes. As he awaits his visitor, the small bit of pudge on his figure slowly bulges out; the leather strap of fabric meant to hold his coat together ever so slightly begins to strain further, more and more of Innes fat ending up pressed against the material. His thighs slowly widen, two barely pudgy legs thickening outward and taking up more space on the furniture. Fattening up, Innes pays no attention to any of it, even as his weight begins to wind down and crest at a noticeable 300 pounds. 

Instead, Innes waits patiently. As patiently as he can while his stomach grumbles, his early waking hours usually filled with some level of hunger. Glancing down, the small frown that frames his pudgy face is only alleviated by the faint smirk of satisfaction that crosses his mind when all alone. He gives his portly belly a small few pats; the pale flabby stomach jiggles, the slightly snug fabric meant to show off his curves following every slight yet noticeable bounce of his heft. The gesture only eggs his stomach on, the grumbling noise only intensifying. 

“Hmmph,” Innes waits all alone in his lavish room. The only accompaniment he has is his grumbling belly, a feature he’s grown accustomed to from always having such a stocky figure—a fact that comes so naturally for him to recall despite the ever so slight fuzz he feels in the back of his mind. His still growing stomach interrupts that minor train of thought; his impatience gets the better of him as his rising weight only worsens his morning hunger. “To think I held off breakfast for Ephraim. When he gets here I’ll…” With a quick tsk, Innes stands up from his spot.

But not before he reaches for the belt that digs into his aching, wobbling gut like the harsh scales from the few times he’s ridden a wyvern—all with complete expertise over the mount despite the initial irritation from having such a hefty rider. Innes’ thick fingers, still firm and sturdy from all his years of archery, barely brush against the leathery adornment before they graze nothing besides the silky fabric of his clothes. His outfit changing before his very eyes, he pays no attention to it, even as his thighs widen and fatten up, each thickened limb becoming much more cumbersome to maneuver with each slow, meticulous step. Innes’ belly blossoms into a mound of a gut; the empty tank’s incessant grumbling only grows more uproarious as it sags further down his obese figure. Slowly, the flabby roll of fat descends past Innes’ fattened crotch and fat pad. His gut slaps against his fattened thighs as his gait turns even more awkward and cumbersome. His clothes change little in their appearance despite his growing size—and the widening state of his clothes—larger and larger amounts of expensive fabric needed to accommodate all of his girth. Innes’ decadent tastes remain the same even as he grows fatter. His arms grow more rotund, the two plump arms becoming much less likely to pull back on his string than to lift up a fork and stuff himself. His breasts fill out, the two moobs swiftly turning into full blown breasts as more plush lard gets slapped onto his ever growing body. 

Innes’ waddling that only continues to come ever closer to a crawl ends up finally put on halt with a massive hand outstretched against the wall. Furiously red, the crimson hue on his face is only half from hunger. The other half from exhaustion, all too clearly displayed by the beads of sweat that stream down his porcine cheeks that bulge out and jiggle with each heaping gulp of air he breathes, Innes' massive body forces him to stop his fruitless waddling. Innes pays little attention as to why or even how he stood up, the massively fat royal always needing assistance to get up everyday now before being fed his daily feast for breakfast. 

“Haah, I’ll get you for this Ephraim,” Innes mutters under his breath in between his heavy, tired wheezes. His still growing body presses further against the wall. Always so damn jealous of how much bigger I am. Innes thinks. The previous memories of his entire existence are fully altered to match his corpulent state. 

Ephraim’s finesse to battle equally matched by his appetite, the azure haired royal stood out from his twin by his stocky figure. A figure that only grew as Innes gave extra treats and passive aggressive remarks, the slightly older male—who had also been rail then back then—unable to properly hide his fascination with Ephraim’s plumper than above average body. A bet from Ephraim had been all it took for Innes to start indulging himself. The excess calories that left him always so satiated and content, the constant gorging that helped his swelling waistline, Ephraim’s firm, demanding attitude that could all too easily goad Innes into stuffing more food down his throat all mingled with his own unabashed enjoyment of his increasing size, plus his naivety in believing that he truly was besting Ephraim at his own game, led to Innes ever growing heftiness that now leaves him teetering on immobility. 

As Innes tries his best to regain his stamina, his bulging body that resembles more of a mattress continues to ache with hunger. 

Fortunately for Innes, Ephraim finally makes his way to his room.

Ephraim rather portly as well, the obese man fills out his attire all too generously. His clothes seem painted on, fabric and buttons just loose enough to come close enough to where they strain but with still enough room to not immediately be in danger of tearing. Ephraim’s large, portly gut bounces with each heavy step he takes. His large stomach is outlined by his tight clothes, the beast of a gut well past his crotch. His breasts follow a similar motion, the upper portion of his torso straining his clothes with his engorged nipples visibly pressing against the material. His doughy arms are strangled by his sleeves; fat bulges out the sides. Ephraim’s lower half isn’t as well endowed as the rest of him, leaving him with a rather noticeable apple shaped figure. But his ass still has some heft to it, the two hefty cheeks for a rear wobbling while he waddles up to Innes. 

Despite his own heavy breathing, Ephraim’s size and exhaustion only a fraction of Innes’, Ephraim supports himself with a cart of food. Ephraim’s rounded out fat appears even rounder with the addition of stubble. “You should be in bed, lardass,” Tucked in between his large, fat biceps and his breasts is a tome—not that Innes pays attention to it with food now near him.

“I hnnghh…” Already out of breath, Innes still growing ever larger and fatter, Innes has no response with his brain muddied by his impossible logistics of getting up by himself with his newfound reality at such an immense size.

Ephraim spares no delicacy as he manhandles and fondles Innes’ enormity. “Let’s make this quick, we don’t have much time left,”

Innes doesn’t bother asking what he means, food and comfort much more pressing.

“A pig like you really just can’t help but stuff himself,” Ephraim pushes into Innes to get him moving, lard sloshing against lard. He practically humps Innes to get him moving, the nearly immobile man’s pathetic movements still managing to slow further down. Ephraim thankfully manages to get him onto his bed, what used to be a canopy is now reduced to nothing but a massive mattress. 

“Haaahhh… you’re jusshht hnnggh jeahloussh…” Innes weakly retorts even while Ephraim gets him comfortable and perched up by a multitude of pillows that still end up squashed underneath his titanic girth. His speech grows more difficult as he ends up even fatter, more and more of the mattress obscured by his immensity.

“Sure thing. I mean, it is impressive that just one of your tits alone is bigger than my gut. And I’m already fat as hell,” Ephraim hefts himself up atop Innes’ gut. Making himself comfortable, he parks his fat ass right atop Innes’ dining table of a gut. “All you do is gorge the entire day away. How are you going to make people respect you when you’re on your way to being fatter than a manakete?” Ephraim holds back his snickering the best that he can, gleefully grinning down at Innes while grabbing the first of many plates from the cart. 

Innes’ eyes never stray from the plate of food Ephraim holds. Even as his memories focus on Ephraim’s words the best that they can, the words Ephraim tells him Innes’ very own the last time the two had seen each other—before Ephraim had cast his spell on the unwitting Innes. “Whaaht?” Is all Innes asks before Ephraim shovels rich, buttery lobster pasta down his mouth. 

“If you want more, you’re going to have to ask for it. Unless you want me to catch up and pass you? Not that I’d ever become such a useless slob such as yourself,” Clearly enjoying himself, Ephraim leans closer to Innes, the tome holding the incantation that caused this left right beside it lest it get lost somewhere in between Iness’ numerous rolls of lard. He has Innes still growing, the gargantuanly obese man still managing to fatten up.

Innes lacks any semblance of shape to his enormity. Immense all around, the immobile man resembles a pile of lard more than the slim sniper and strategician he used to be. His massive stomach envelops everything around it, the pool of lard for a gut spreading out further. His ass cheeks that rival couches rest far behind him, the shapeless ass cheeks constantly jiggling with each deep breath he takes. His arms and legs are sunken into his enormity; the once slender limbs lack anything remotely near flexibility with hundreds and hundreds of pounds of fat crammed onto them. Innes can’t even move his digits with how fat he is. All he can do is eat and moan, the sudden changes forced onto him clearly enjoyed. 

And despite all his pride, the immobile blob’s starving hunger wins out, that and his eagerness to grow even larger, to upstage Ephraim even further in the two’s nonexistent bet that he believes. “Pleeasshee…. Ihh’m… urrrp… sshtarhvin’ hhnnnggg…”

“You got it, pig. I’ll make sure you never be left wanting more,” Before going to feed the moaning Innes more, Ephraim reaches a portly hand for his tome. But he stops himself, making Innes smother the mattress in its entirety and watch as furniture disappears from his room to accommodate his even larger, more absurd size. “And since your fatass is enjoying how much of a blob you are, I guess I’ll keep us both nice and happy,”

[laz3otakugirl]

Bottles

A/N: This is a continuation of Everything to Hide so I suggest you read that first but you can read this as a standalone I guess. Spoilers: This is BEFORE you find out he knows about your regression.

TW: Gross, cum eating, RAPE/NONCON, force feeding cum (you're not aware of it) THIS IS EXTREMELY DARK AND GROSS

This is explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Robert or "Bobby" as your mother liked to call him always seemed like a goddamn slob but was surprisingly clean with everything. If anything this man hated whenever there was a mess around and would scold you anytime you left something and didn't clean it up. The only other time he knew was considered gross was when he'd secretly go down to the basement and take your premade bottles for your "little" self after giving you your "special" treat that always made you a little sleepy afterwards. As soon as he knew you were knocked out, he'd grab the bottles and add his "secret" ingredients with a little sedatives and loads of cum that was always covered up by the little bit of vanilla you previously added whenever you wanted a bottle.

And goddamn this man can't help himself. Once you're in your little area and drinking, this man already has the hidden cameras on and jerking off like a mad man and cums loads over and over again into jar that he saves especially for you. He sneaks it in wherever and whenever he can, you're food, lotion, hell even your toothpaste. This man can't get enough knowing you have him everywhere. He loves doing your bottles most of all knowing it'll settle into the that soft tummy of yours.

All the while you remain oblivious to all of it...

A/N: Guys I'm genuinely sorry but I wanted to up the horror of it all and how much Robert has impacted the Reader's life. Sorry to say I will be writing more about what he's done before the events of 'Everything to Hide'. But anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed it!

[feral-ffa]

Which abandoned WIP should I finish this week?

I feel like actually trying to finish something, so maybe it will actually happen if i know what the people want

A: Reader finds a selkie boy on the beach and brings him some fast food. Gender neutral feeder, modern fantasy, merboy feedee, soft feedism, no sex. Probably my most plain vanilla feedism option. Probably will be done the fastest. All fluff no plot.

B: Wild west sheriff finds a big fat slime boy in the local watering hole. M/M, historical fantasy, monsterfucking, nsfw, no feedism. I randomly was pulling porn themes and monsterboys out of a hat and got this. I then spent most my time writing it thinking about the worldbuilding. Extremely experimental. Again, no feedism in this. Just backstory and fucking a fat slime.

C: A groupie is hooking up with a chubby musician and he asks her to feed him. Male feedee, female feeder, nsfw, explicit feedism, messy eating and other light slob themes. This is based on the love god from gr*vity falls, fair warning. You don't need to have seen it. I only have like 4 sentences of this done. Not sure if it will be 1st or 2nd person pov yet.

Only open for one day, I want to start on this on Sunday. If this post is still up, I'm working on the winner.

[rejected-restaurant]

Is it bad that when Makoto was going through with a silly little hypnosis trick her date wanted to show her at a restaurant, she ripped ass and shat herself on the spot when he said "now relax yourself" after just beginning to wave the pendulum?

Well yeah because A) she just messed herself in public, B) that clearly shows that she needs to ease up a lot more.

[impossible-gains]

Rise teaching Mitsuru how to shit herself like a REAL pig so she's not just claiming to be one.~

"You gotta use your hips! Drop into a squat, yanno?"

(@slobbyprincess)

"I'm..."

*Prffttt*

"TRYING!!"

*BRRAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!*

All Mitsuru can manage with a squat is a wet fart and some grunting while in her squat, and she is actually trying. But her diet has been lacking in fiber for sometime. Kinda hard to push a log out when you're severely constipated.

It's actually starting to hurt now...Rise should've stretched her girlfriend's asshole out more during anal practice-

[full-loup]

Content Warning: Story contains slob, gas, extreme weight gain and forcefeeding.

Another thick, chocolatey mouthful was swallowed, the wolfess hardly spending a moment to lick the greasy frosting from her lips before cramming another slice into her maw. A belch rumbled past her plump lips, wetting them as the gas spluttered from her gullet, crumbs and drool spilling over her flabby double chin. The expulsion broke the woman out of her daze momentarily, creating a gap in the cycle of endless gluttony that she knew would quickly be filled with more fattening cake.

How long had she been eating? It was hardly the first time she had wondered this, but it was a question she could never answer. Not until she was free. The only method Johanna had of measuring her time in this ceaseless purgatory of mastication was her slowly growing corpulence. She took stock of her bloated body, comparing how big she was now to her size the last time she had been able to concentrate on anything else beyond stuffing her face. She had completely outgrown her clothing, from her sturdy leather armor down to her simple undergarments, but that had been long ago. She felt sure that she hadn't had that extra belly roll before, but she couldn't remember for certain. She was still seated upon her massive, fleshy buttocks that spilled across the floor behind her, crushing the remains of the chair that had given up on her weight a few hundred pounds ago. Her footpaws could reach the floor still, but she wasn't sure she could still stand... She hadn't really tried. Just as the thought occurred to her, her preternatural hunger returned, and Johanna found her flabby paws once more reaching for the cake before her. Her ears drooped as the gluttonous curse took hold of her once more, its clawed grasp seizing her fate again and pulling it under a ruinous sea of sugar and lard. Johanna's despair was quashed again by the pure sweet taste of hedonistic indulgence and her worries melted like the frosting that coated her tongue... Johanna moaned loudly as she leaned against the surface of the table, the bare wood cold against her fat, naked breasts abd belly as her claws raked deep grooves into the grain. Gas once again erupted from the enormous woman's body, this time thundering from a rear so fat each cheek could outweigh an entire person. The wolfess panted as the last of the gas left her, mind suddenly clearing again at the unexpected sensation. She pressed her feet firmly down towards the ground, but found that they now could not touch... Had she already outgrown her last chance at freedom so quickly? "No, dammit!" The trenendously obese wolfess groaned, already drooling as she gazed at the fresh cake that had again appeared before her, another in an unending line that led straight down her gullet, "Have to... hnnngh...! Have to...! Eat..." Johanna Thunderpaw reached greedily for her next slice of cake. Her own desire to escape was once again washed away by the alien, yet inevitable desire to fill her endlessly expanding belly as much as she possibly could...

A quick sketch and short story with Johanna eating some totally normal cake!

[yuurei20]

Ortho Info Compilation part 11: Idia (pt2)

Idia may have programmed Ortho to be something of a conscience for him: when he reveals his plans to get revenge on Riddle in Book 5 for Riddle’s insistence that he make a presentation in person, Ortho warns him that, “it’s not nice to pick on underclassmen.”

Ortho is very positive on Idia socializing in person and taking part in school activities.

In a Chat he asks Idia if they can go to an amusement park and Idia agrees to meet him halfway, saying he will "code up a VR amusement park” instead. Ortho insists, “That defeats the whole purpose!”

In a vignette we see Ortho questioning Idia’s decision to wear his lab wear while playing video games (“That’s sounds like an excuse to be a slob to me”), telling him to not go outside dressed with his lab gear over his pajamas as he will get in trouble with the teachers and it would be a bad influence on the other students.

Idia goes outside anyway, terrifying Grim, who starts a rumor that an evil spirit wanders the halls at night.

Ortho realizes what has happened despite Idia never admitting to it and confiscates his lab wear, refusing to let him have it in his own possession outside of lab exercises.

Ortho also encourages Idia to take breaks and remember to sleep, but he seems to have no qualms about Idia “prioritizing mental stimulation over physical rest” when Idia decides to follow up 11 hours and 35 minutes of work with a video game.

Ortho also encourages Idia to interact with Kalim during New Year’s and to thank the other students for saving his life after the events of Phantom Bride.

Idia responds with, “Would’ve been nice if they hadn’t cut it so close” and Ortho scolds him for throwing in “some of those smart remarks again. And by ‘some,’ I mean a whole essay’s worth.”

Idia is very dependent upon Ortho, showing extreme reluctance to interact with anyone at any time but especially when Ortho is not with him, and saying that he wishes he and Ortho could have their dorm all to themselves.

Riddle calls him out on having Ortho do all of his work for him, saying that Idia refuses to attend meetings and instead makes Ortho receive his visitors and handle all orientation preparations, “Honestly, I feel bad for him, having to take on all the work of his irresponsible housewarden!”

Idia also tries to leave the Magicam Monster problem on campus to Ortho as well, as, “He’s way better at talking to people than me.”

Having joined the Film Club after Book 6, Ortho leaves Idia to fend for himself during Vargas Camp 2, despite Idia’s protests.

During Wish Upon a Star Idia gets into an argument with Sebek over boss fights and Ortho makes the conscious decision to not step in, as, “it sure is nice to see him hitting it off with someone besides me.”

[mikanlardyclinic]

Kinks and kink warnings!

"listen here ya bunch of cumbrained fools! I'll only say once!"

Feederism

Force feeding

Slob

Extreme slob (body hair Body odor vomit scat)

Health issues (from minor to severe)

Death feederism

Obsession

Identity death

Addiction

Fat speak!

Mind drain!

Bursting gory and cartoony

Reality shift

"muuhre... C..coume.. O... Onn m.. Make me burshht out of da chair!!"

Don't do em..

Preggo

Vore

Loli

Skinny feet (massive lardy ones are cute)

Tf aka transformation

"i..I'm terribly sorry b..but you're gonna have to leave!"

[incorrect-jojolands-quotes]

Hello here is my crackpot theory with no evidence 😎👍

Meryl Mei will be the ultimate big bad of the part

She has a lot going on and nobody knows everything about her. She is a principal, business owner, fashion designer, wife, mother, and leader of a small crime family. How. How is she doing this. Is she ok. There is something here and I hope it does get more elaboration.

And then there's Usagi. I do not think he'll be a traitor, but if he is... ohoho.

Meryl Mei hired him, a 17 year old drug addict. Why. Why did she do that. He doesn't have experience, he's not been shown to particularly smart (besides the raft thing which is very interesting), he didn't have relationships with the others besides Jodio kind of, and his stand is useless when he's alone.

What does Mei see in him? Why did she send him on this mission? I hope there is more elaboration eventually.

There's also the fact that she just HAPPENED to hire the gang to steal from the man with the lava rocks. That's a very very very interesting coincidence, is it not?

Anyways I love Meryl Mei and I need her to have a larger role in the story, I hope this was coherent, bye.

Meryl Mei will be the ultimate big bad of the part

It makes the "I wouldn't trust your friends" warning more shocking. Unless the translations were wrong, Rohan was rather vague when he advised Jodio to be careful of his companions. Meryl Mei is a very beloved principal of McKinley High, the main three trust her judgment, and she treats them almost as if they are her own children. She is very similar to Polpo in that both give off the appearance of being a well-respected, admired public person overseeing their underlings, but are very different when the performance drops. Polpo acts like this sophisticated, worldly, and trustworthy Caporegime revealed to be a slob who betrayed Giorno's trust and sees his underlings as mere pawns. Meryl Mei gives this girl-boss vibe of being a crime boss, designer, and principal but we know she is making kids commit crimes for her- even if it means they could be injured or arrested. It could set up the gang to feel betrayed the way Giorno was with Polpo.

As the possible big bad? I don't think so. I don't think she would be a direct main villain. Instead, if we have Meryl Mei involved with the big bad, I think we would have a DIO&Pucci dynamic where someone else is the main villain because they were following a legacy or unaccomplished dream Meryl Mei had. Whether Jodio and his gang killed Meryl Mei or a completely different group kills her, it sets the other main villain up to go against the former.

Meryl Mei hired him, a 17-year-old drug addict. Why. Why did she do that... What does Mei see in him?

I actually made a headcanon about Usagi's backstory that explains why he's a drug addict but is considered a good student prior to his current backstory.

Looking at it now with what we know, there is two scenarios that could explain why he's not a drug addict but he was first seen buying drugs:

He's buying the drugs for his mother. It's possible that Mrs. Aloha'oe is still grieving over her husband's death and became addicted to drugs as a result. Usagi could have been guilted or coerced into buying drugs for her. It would explain how he mentioned the family was living off life insurance but his mom has seemingly tight control over it, which is why he took the job.

He's buying the drugs for himself but he never took them. I'm speculating he's a very sheltered kid, like the one being bullied in Chapter 1, and wanted to rebel or have more friends by deciding to buy drugs to try them out but chickened out. It's all an act and his attempt at finding friends and it led him to join the gang.

Meryl Mei seems to take on kids who are extremely troubled so that she could act as a savior who could convince them to do her bidding. If you think about it, all four characters are very impressionable and vulnerable: Usagi is a drug addict, Paco was abused to the point where he was mutilated while suffering from kleptomania, Dragona is gender non-conforming (they/them, trans, whatever you interpret) and has that used against them, and Jodio is diagnosed with ASPD. I have a whole theory about the psychotherapy test and how that connects to Meryl Mei as well.

There's also the fact that she just HAPPENED to hire the gang to steal from the man with the lava rocks.

I think this was all a coincidence and nothing more to dive into. Pretty much throughout JJBA we've seen how Stand Users are connected and attract one another; we see this especially in the second continuity. However, Meryl Mei could still know that the lava rock exists but not aware of who owns it or plan on getting it while the diamond heist occured.

I love Meryl Mei as well, and I do miss her. I hope she appears more soon!

[ateriblewriter]

The Cheese to My Macaroni (r.h)

warnings: anxiety, panic (nothing to bad)

Enjoy!

You were extremely nervous to say the least. This was the first that you were actually going to have Ryan inside your home. Everything had to be perfect. After one month of dating you certainly didn’t want him to think you were a slob. You were falling for this guy.

On top of making sure your place was in tip top shape, you were going to make him dinner. You were aiming for something more extravagant, but you ended up planning something more simple like chicken with honey carrots, roasted potatoes. If you had time you were going to possibly make a cake.

You have every intention of making everything. But the universe had other plans for you.

Almost anything and everything that could possibly go wrong with dinner went wrong. You fell asleep and didn’t have time to clean, rendering your house messy in your eyes. And when it came to the food, everything was wrong.

The carrots looked fine on the outside, but when you tasted them they were all wrong. So they were tossed. On top of that, on your way to work that day you had forgotten to turn on the crockpot for the chicken. Needless to say it was still raw by the time you came home. Not to mention the cake that you attempted to make never got made.

The only thing that was potentially edible were the potatoes. But in your mind you can’t only serve the man you may love only potatoes. You needed something more that wasn’t possible in the time that you had.

In your panicked state you came up with the most logical thing to do at this point in time.

“Hey Ryan.” You started off the voicemail you were leaving for him. “You’re probably just getting home, but I’m going to have to cancel tonight. It’s um, just not going to work out tonight.” You tried keeping your voice nice and even, hoping that the anxiety wasn’t showing through your voice.

Ryan heard right through it and it worried him. After being let go for the day, he raced over to the address you had given him. Something must have been really bothering you for you to be sounding like that. He had his fingers crossed that he could make the woman of his dreams feel a bit better.

The knock on the door brought you out of your thoughts. Who would be here at this hour? It couldn’t have been Ryan, maybe it was one of your neighbors drunk off their asses trying to get into the wrong home again. That happened more often that you’d like to admit.

Whoever it was, you really didn’t want to deal with them right now. But you did anyway.

“Hey.” Ryan’s form embraced yours almost instantaneously after you opened the door.

“What are you doing here? I thought I canceled tonight.” You fought the urge to push him out the door. You looked like a mess and the apartment didn’t look much better.

“I know. But you didn’t sound too good over the phone. I thought I’d come and make sure you were alright.” He looked over the place. Your place was small but enough room for what you needed. He loved it.

“Uh. I’m fine.” You bit your lip, tears threatening to spill, your anxiety still flying through the roof. Why did this man have to be so nice and considerate? He was perfect.

“No you’re not, Y/N. You called tonight off and you never do that.” He tilted his head to the side, a worried expression falling onto his face. “What’s wrong? You can tell me. If you want.”

“I um I …” You started to defend your previous response. Looking into Ryan’s beautiful eyes you knew you could trust him. So you let it out. You told him about what happened with the dinner. “... And that’s why I canceled.”

“You know I love you no matter what?” Ben pulled you into another embrace and placed a tender kiss on your forehead. “I don’t care that your place is a mess, which it really isn’t, or that your meal didn’t turn out. All I want to do is be with you.”

You were momentarily distracted by his words. He said he loved you. He never said that before. He probably didn’t even realize what he had said, judging by the look on his facial features.

“Alright.” You finally let a smile show through. “What do you want to do now?”

“Well. Do you have anything that’s edible? Besides potatoes.” He teased looking over at your small kitchen.

“I think I might have some noodles in the cupboard. And maybe some cheese.” You give him a shrug. “We could always order something. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“No. I know the perfect thing we can make.” He headed for what he thought was the cupboard that contained the aforementioned noodles. “We’re making macaroni and cheese. Together. Got it?”

“Ry?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you too.” You kissed the man with all you had. This couldn’t have been a more perfect moment.

please let me know what y’all think. i’d love to hear any thoughts, comments, or complaints.