#(skinny not absolutely ripped)

[fizz-pop-thwip]

Headcanon that it's actually much harder for Peter to put on muscle after the spider bite because his super strength is always doing the heavy lifting.

To get to the point where his physical muscles are actually feeling the effects he has to lift tones and tones, so his every day Spider-maning doesn't really make him buffer or anything, the bite maintains the level of muscle it gave him on its own.

[overexciteddragon]

I need to fucking talk about this scene BADLY

The fact that DunMeshi actually depicts starving dwarves as ripped muscular anime boys is, to me, absolutely incredible. I can't stress how often fat people starving are depicted as either skin and bones or ✨️beautiful and healthy✨️ (the latter being a body shape that they are encouraged to maintain), it's straight up a trope in so much media for skinny people to be depicted as fat in the past as if it's some "dirty secret", or for fat people to be depicted as unhealthy/ugly until they starve themselves enough to become "attractive", and on top of that the depiction of the Dehydrated Adonis Protagonist has become more and more present in our day-to-day media

Meanwhile, it's becoming more widely known that this isn't how bodies work at all; that fat isn't inherently unhealthy and that ripped bodies aren't just impossible to maintain but often quite dangerous. All of that put together, the depiction of more actors and characters that are fat, chubby, large, etc and not used as comedic relief has been so, so important to really hammer home that lean, dehydrated muscular bodies aren't necessarily something to aim for

But especially, dwarves being shown to have the same physical features as these ripped muscly characters (lean, bulging muscles, sharp cheekbones, defined pecs and neck muscles, etc) when they're starved, and that being depicted negatively is such a huge deal. This is also coming from the same anime in which one of its male protagonists is the epitome of the hero-- an athletic tall man in a shining knight's armour with a big shiny sword-- and he isn't shredded, he's got a tummy, he's got soft arms, he's clearly strong and muscular but it's all protected by a healthy layer of body fat

I'm never gonna shut up about how Dungeon Meshi has been such an incredible vehicle of body diversity with neither insidious fatphobia/queerphobia/racism nor performative (and frankly harmful) allyship behind it. I'm excited for how many young people (and older too!) will be made to slowly but surely question their internalized and ingrained fatphobia or general medical misunderstandings about weight as they watch/read this series. These are such important details and not enough media addresses them in such subtle but clear ways.

Bless Ryoko Kui but also bless Trigger for not doing what a lot of studios do (thinning characters and lightening their skin colours)

[creaturefeaturecommando]

My personal BG3 body headcanons

Lae’Zel: Flat chested, bottom heavy. She doesn’t need fucking boobs. “But what if they’re for sex purposes-“ shut up she doesn’t need boobs.

Shadowheart: Diamond shaped

Gale: Fat. “But what if he works out in his tower meh meh meh” shut up. What he does in his tower is read, feed and plays with his cat, cook a new recipe and and then realizes he has no one to share the family sized meal he made and eats it

Astarion: Skinny as a twig until you let him start drinking the blood of enemies every fight, then he plumps up just a little. It’s noticeable but it’s just a slight layer of pudge, nothing too drastic, you just can’t see his ribs anymore now that he’s freely gorging himself

Wyll: Doesn’t look like much until you see him take off his clothes. Total gunshow. Not big like Halsin but not small either. Can pick you up with one arm though. Also has a very grabable waist and the nicest butt in Baldur’s Gate.

Halsin: He’s fatjacked. Very muscular but still has a prominent belly. Like he can rip a tree stump out of the ground and his arms are huge and his pecs are toned yet still soft but you can still tell he loves his meals. His butt gives Wyll’s a run for its money.

Karlach: Absolutely jacked. Can rip a tree stump out with one arm, while carrying you in the other. Like that big bitch from Love Lies Bleeding

[butchvampireheimerdinger]

can we get butchfemme sevika/reader hcs please :3

GAWD yes. Lord, I've been waiting for this day lessgo

ButchFemme Sevika/Reader Headcanons

⚢ In typical butch fashion, her love language is acts of service

⚢ Loves to be fawned over ! Like “Omfg babe you’re sooo strong helping me put together furniture” and trust she is melting even though her face is expressionless and immoveable

⚢ She likes when you graze your long nails over her skin for back scratches and its all nice and light and tingly

⚢ She’s not much of a prettyboy (prettybutch…?) so she doesn’t really have a skincare routine but you have an extensive regimen so she memorizes all ur million little bougie products and gets you an extra to keep at ur place so you don’t have to eff up your skincare routine in favor of spontaneous sleepovers

⚢ Yeah she’s not too particular about her grooming in general. She lets you cut her hair even if you’re not super experienced with clippers. She still hypes you up even if you nick her ear when doing up her side shave/undercut.

“Oops! Sorry babe I think I got your ear…”

“Didn’t even feel it. You’re doing great baby keep going.”

⚢ On that note, pet names: For Sevika, its baby alll dayyyyyy ! She calls you baby, my girl, my pretty girl, my woman, etc. And as for what you call her, she always loves a “omg babe” moment. And “settle down there, cowboy” but in like a jesting sorta way. Also: “my butch.”

⚢ Stone top/pillow princess anybody?

⚢ Also: she’s ur cash cow. She loves buying you expensive shit and showing you off and showing off the expensive shit. You breathed in the direction of a particularly nice perfume? Surprise! It’s in your bathroom the following day. Like. It’s a theme. Especially in ur pre-relationship courting era. “Baby anything you want I get for you. Say the word I’ll buy for you the moon, the stars, et cetera, no one can provide for you like I can” blah blah blah

⚢ But you can’t be interrupting her card games tho. She’s like a teenage boy on the xbox with those things. Probs something to be worried about tbh.

⚢ And I’ve written this into a fanfic already, but that bitch wears boyshorts. I was thinking boxers for a while but I think that would be too much bulk over them skinny little plants she wears. I am a Sevika boyshorts TRUTHER

⚢ And she works out. Matter of fact, forget the prettybutch comment because Sevika WORKS OUTTT and I think she has resistance bands. Like she goes to an actual gym but around the house you’ll find her repping with those damn resistance bands to relieve stress or just cause she sees them and remembers.

⚢ And she works out to like. Classical music. Cause she’s a classy mothafuckaaa just absolutely getting ripped and her face is in a scary ass sneer but there's like ode to joy in the background

⚢ You pack her lunch. She gets flamed at work cause her paper bag is covered in lil hearts and stickers and kissy lipstick marks and its filled with sugary baked goods like pink sparkly cupcakes and fruity pastries cause u can’t cook. But by gawd u can bake.

⚢ That being said, she’s the cook in the relationship. Especially when it comes to meat. It’s problematic. Sevika’s version of “girl dinner” is straight up protein. Her typical meal is like. A rotisserie chicken + hard boiled eggs. It made you gasp the first time you saw her pull out one of her meal prep tins and it was just that.

⚢ Oh yeah and she meal preps

⚢ Claims she “doesn’t get sick” because her “immune system is just built different.”

⚢ When she does get sick, she refuses to chill out and let herself be sick and she tries to speedrun her way to health by taking too much vitamin C and then working out and cranking the heat to “sweat it out quicker.”

⚢ She knits to relieve stress

⚢ Sleeps topless and in undies. And a wife pleaser tank if its chilly.

[derekhighwaytf]

Welcome to the Team, Bro

TW: Misogyny, Homophobia

Your twenty-first birthday had been going absolutely perfect. Of course, you’d surrounded yourself with all your closest friends, all girls, obvi.  Drunk off cheap grocery store champagne being sipped out of red solo cups, you all continued laughing and enjoying your annual birthday roast, regardless of how uncomfortable everyone was stuffed onto your small college apartment couch. It was all in the name of light-hearted fun—typical jokes about how you wear the tightest of clothes, how you seem to have retained more Sex and the City quotes than anyone else alive, and of course, your nonexistent love life with guys. The usual, nothing that cut too deep. You laughed along, leaning back in your chair, feeling comfortable and safe being with your gal pals.

But then the door swung open, and Levi, Jessica’s ultra jock boyfriend, walks in. The room goes completely silent for just a second, the atmosphere shifting rapidly. Levi, an absolute douchebro, is the kind of frat guy who dominated a space just by existing. Tall, muscular, and that same cocky grin permanently plastered on his face. He saunters into your living room like it was his own frat house.

"Hey, birthday boy!" Jessica teases, giving you a nudge. "Levi asked me if he could take a turn roasting you. He says it’s good practice for his stand-up career.  Can you please let him go up?  I promise he won’t say anything too horrible."

You blink. ‘What on earth could Levi even say?  He doesn’t even know me?!’ you think to yourself. The other girls exchanged worried glances. The guy’s not exactly known for being subtle or sensitive, but before you can protest, Levi stepped towards the middle of the room, cracking his knuckles as he sized you up.

"So this is our little birthday bitch, huh?" His voice booms, loud and commanding. He stands in front of you, creepily grinning as he looks you up and down your skinny, twinkish frame. "Man, look at you. You’re such a fucking stick. Bet you couldn’t lift up a five pound weight, even if your life depended on it. What, a gust of wind gonna blow you over, fag?"

The girls laugh sporadically, forcing a chuckle just to try and relieve the tension. But as the words leave Levi’s mouth, a hot, uncomfortable sensation ripples through your body, and out of nowhere, you feel a tightness push itself against your pale skin. You glance down and your eyes widen—your biceps are swelling, your pecs thickening themselves into two smooth mounds of man meat. Muscles you’ve never even fathomed having in your life start to form, bulging out of your once-slender frame. Your shirt strains at the seams as your chest broadens to it’s sides, your chest pushing forward until they’re massive, rock-hard slabs, rivaling the tits of your girlfriends.

"Whoa, dude... what the hell are you saying, man?" you mutter, your voice suddenly much, much deeper, almost as deep as Levi’s.

The girls gasp, their eyes widening in shock, but Levi just keeps going, pretending to be unaware of what’s happening to the poor boy.

"But you know what?" Levi grins, his tone dripping with smugness. "I bet you’re the kinda guy who’s so obsessed with looking good that you wouldn’t even know what it means to get truly dirty, huh? Probably shower three times a day, all prim and proper. Nah, man. A real dude doesn’t give a shit about smelling fresh.  Real men smell like bulls.”

As soon as he says it, a wave of heat rolls through you again. This time, it’s not just gonna stay inside yourself, no. It’s... in your gut. A thick, rumbling pressure builds up more and more inside you, and before you can stop it, a loud, wet burp escapes your mouth. 

BRRRRRRRP!!

The girls squeal in disgust, but it doesn’t stop there. A loud, long fart rips through the air, and the smell is rank—sweaty, cheese, and 100% pure man odor.

PFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT!

Your armpits start to sweat profusely, staining your rapidly shrinking tank top shirt, and the once-fresh Polo cologne you had on is completely overpowered by the raw, animal scent of your dick stink. You can feel your skin getting greasy, and when you scratch your balls—without even thinking about it—they itch more, like you haven’t showered in days and you can’t help but touch it more and more.

"Ugh, gross!" one of the girls groans, wrinkling her nose. But as she pulls away, her eyes, they…change. Like she can’t stop glancing at your new Adonis body, completely disregarding, maybe even enjoying the smell. And she’s not the only one. All your former “gal pals” are starting to shake and whisper amongst themselves, their giggles turning into flirtatious murmurs, their shirts opening up as if he thermostat had been turned up to a hundred.

Levi leans in closer, his grin growing wider. "But hey, it’s not just about the looks, right? I bet this little fucker still can’t get laid to save his life. Probably jerks off to Tumblr stories every night instead of actually getting some pussy. Pfft. Bet he couldn’t handle a real girl if he tried."

Something snaps in your formerly gold star brain. You’ve always been gay, but now, that feels... weird. Incorrect.  Immoral.  Suddenly, the thought of even just hugging another guy seems wrong, as if you were worried you could catch gayness. Your eyes flicker over to Jessica and the others, and a new heat ignites inside your groin. Your mouth waters at the sight of your friend’s curves, their massive cleavage, their clean shaven legs. You want to be inside them. You need to be.

Memories shift. Nights spent dreaming about guys and writing fanfictions about male celebrities blur and twist into hazy recollections of fucking girls—lots of girls. So many, you couldn’t even remember one of their names.  You can taste their pussies, hear their moans. Your cock twitches in your pants, straining against the fabric of your newly materialized gym shorts as you stare at the girls who used to be just your friends. Now, they’re more than that. They’re... opportunities.  Sluts, ready for the taking.

"Fuck you asshole, I get laid all the fuckin’ time," you hear yourself shout, your voice deeper, more arrogant, your words rolling out in laughter like they’ve always been true. The girls giggle, blushing and shooting you lingering glances, clearly wanting your dick in their mouths. All of them. And in the pit of your stomach, you know they’ll all be yours by the end of the night.

Levi laughs, clapping you on the back. "Now that’s more like it, stud!" He steps back, crossing his arms, admiring his work "But let’s be real, this guy just thinks far too much, huh? He’s always overanalyzing shit, worrying about dumb stuff. A real bro doesn’t waste his time thinking. Just acts. Bet this guy’s head is still full of that nerdy fag crap."

You feel a sharp, dull shot of pain go through your head like a bullet, as if half of it is being yanked out. Your vision swims around the transforming frat room of breasts, and suddenly, it’s hard to think—like there’s a deep fog settling over your brain, clouding everything, mushing it into a few simple desires. The things you once knew—your studies, your hobbies, your passions—fade away, replaced by simpler, more immediate thoughts. Working out. Fucking. Drinking beer. All the things that matter to a real man.

The last thing to go is the memory of who you used to be. That skinny, smart, gay kid? Gone. Replaced by the image of you as a dumb, horny jock, the kind of guy who lives for the gym and pussy. The kind of guy who doesn’t need to think—because he already knows he’s the shit.

You blink, grinning stupidly at Levi, feeling the last vestiges of your old self disappear. "Yo, bro, I ain’t no faggot. Hey, where the fuck’s the beer at? We gotta get shwasted, man."

The girls are all over you now, practically throwing themselves at you. And why wouldn’t they? You’re hot as fuck, and you need to dump your cum in their needy holes.  You’re gonna make these formally open-minded liberal intellectuals into perfect American mothers.

"That’s my boy," Levi laughs, handing you a beer. "Welcome to the team, bro."

[dollyhao]

succubus!reader x nerdy!ellie

summary: ellie is desperate to lose her virginity that has been looming over her her whole college career.

toni’s note: i made it guys! i promised this back in october and it’s the end of january… but it’s here.

cw: this is pure smut, no plot at all lol. 1.8k words

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ellie has not a single regret about what she’s about to do. ellie is in college and is still a virgin, at this point she didn’t think she’d ever lose her virginity. until one of her friends joked that she should summon a sex demon, that it was ‘the only way she’d get laid’. it wasn’t meant to be taken seriously, but desperation makes people do crazy things.

she read in an old book she found in the library about one in particular, the book had a picture of you drawn in and ellie thought you were absolutely gorgeous and perfect for her. what was the worst that could happen?

ellie lights the candles around the circle she made on her bedroom floor. she chanted your name 5 times like the book told her, then after 20 seconds the candles all blew out and a gust of purple smoke floats in the air. you pop out the smoke looking even more perfect than the book describes.

“who dares summons me?” you say in this slow sensual voice that ellie feels course through her body. you look around the room you were summoned in before your eyes rest on a short girl with black rimmed glasses on her face. ellie is looking at you with those pretty green puppy eyes, mouthed formed into an o shape.

“a girl? well thats new,” you walk closer to ellie sizing her up. “your cute… tell me what you want from me.” “i-i,” ellie is literally speechless. shes staring up at you, the lady demon whos probably gonna take her virginity. you have long horns on your head and a cute skinny tail, but the best part is that your completely naked. breast out in the open, nipples standing at attention, nothing covering your cunt and it’s just begging for ellie to drop to her knees to taste you.

“did you call me here to waste my time?” you ask her putting your hands on your hips with a quirked brow. “no no! i-i want you to take my virginity.” ellie says playing with her fingers. you hum, “ok ill do it. but you have to sign a contract-” “yes yes! anything!” you spawn a paper out of thin air, “dont you wanna know what your agreeing to?” but by the time you finish your sentence ellie has already signed the paper.

after she is done signing, the paper disappears. “i wanna let you know i-i’ve never done this before. well i almost did in my fourth year of highschool but that was a missed opportunity-“ ellie’s nervous rambling was cut off by you running your hands over her shoulders and ripping her shirt open exposing a blue sports bra underneath. ellie gapes at you, suprised at the sudden intrusion. you push the ripped shirt off her shoulders. “do you wanna touch me?” you say voice softening seeing how nervous the poor girl is.

she nods vigorously trailing her hands up your tummy to your breast. “you can touch me however you want.” you say smirking at her. ellie feels like she can hear your voice inside her head, a slow sensual voice with a rasp that can only be described as wild and sexy. she feels a rush of arousal pulse through her as she pushes you to lay on her bed. your eyebrows shot up, you feel her start to kiss down your stomach swirling her tongue around your navel before her head dips between your legs.

you buck slightly when you feel her inexperienced tongue flicking all around your cunt. she takes your clit into her mouth rolling and flicking her tongue all around it (like they do in the videos she watched before the summoning). you can feel her breathing heavy against you. she pushes two experimental fingers into you feeling how wet and tight you were. you taste sweet like honey and something else addictive that ellie can’t name, ellie suspects its part of your demon powers.

you grab her hair squeezing your legs around her head trying to contain your moans, no human has ever made you feel so good. you might just… like this girl. she’s cute and gentle. and she looks at you like your aphrodite instead of a sex demon.

you feel yourself about to cum when you push her head from between your thighs. ellie is looking at you, chin covered in your juices looking pussy drunk with her glasses fogged up. “are you ok?” she asked you, looking genuinely concerned. you want to coo at her but instead you flip her over taking place in between her legs this time. you peer up at her with this look that looks like you want to devour her. you pull down her sweat pants and underwear licking your lips at her slick pussy.

you give her clit a sweet kiss before using your thumb to rub circles on it. ellies moans out loud when she feels your abnormally long tongue enter her. your tongue is reaching places her fingers couldnt possibly reach. she chants you name which only encourages you to move your thumb faster on her clit. ellie grabs your horns and pull before locking her ankles together keeping you still as she grinded on your tongue feeling the knot in her stomach ready to explode. you let out a groan as ellie tugs on your horns. “im so close.” she says before her body goes rigid.

you pull away from ellie, swallowing her essence, seeming to have had an energy boost. “is there anything else you wanna try?” you say rubbing up and down her legs. she nods getting off the bed grabbing a box from under it. in the box are sex toys but ellie pulls out a girthy purple strap. “oh,” you say eyes widening, “you wanna use that on me?” you ask with that same sensual tone from the beginning. “yes.. please”

she puts the strap on before she feels you push her down on the bed straddling her. you hover over her dick grabbing it and running it up and down your slick cunt. “you want me to fuck you?” you say placing a hand on her chest still hovering over her. ellie nods her head grabbing your hips panting in anticipation, “yes please…” “ask nicely,” you say leaning down licking and biting her ear. “please fuck me. please.” ellie says bucking her hips. the tip of her dick pushes into you, you moan sitting completely on ellie’s cock.

you are bouncing and riding with no sign of slowing down. ellie is running her hands over your body, transfixed at the way your breast bounce as you ride her. when she sits up, she wraps her arms around your waist, holding you close to her as she kisses your neck and chest leaving marks.

you grab ellie’s face, tilting her head to the side so you can have access to her neck. you use your tongue to lick and suck marks into her neck until you get a little too excited and nick her neck drawing blood. ellie let’s out a groan followed by a guttural moan, completely dazed. you lick at her neck getting all the blood up before humming and planting a kiss on the mark.

ellie is gripping your ass meeting your thrust with her own desperate ones. “are you close?” ellie asked desperately, leaning to kiss you again. “very.” you coo out, kissing her using that long muscle of yours, twirling your tongue around hers.

you let go and ellie is staring in awe at the beautiful look you made while cumming. she lays back on the bed, exhausted and satisfied. when she feels your very sharp nails trail up her stomach and latch at her sports bra causing it to rip as if it was being cut by scissors. “more.” you whisper with a wide grin.

“what?” ellie asked wide eyed. “i want more. i think im going to keep you.” you whisper in her ear.

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I, Ellie Williams, am allowing succubus y/n to take on a human form and co habitat with me. I will fulfill her needs of sex so that she may stay by my side and use me for a long as she wills.

signed: ellie williams

[dykespirk]

I think both tos and aos Jim survived Tarsus. but I think tos Jim was older (15-17) and aos Jim was younger (10-12).

I think tos Jim became the de facto leader of children survivors (as we see with Kevin Riley and Thomas), because of his age. That Jim carries the survivor’s guilt of not being able to save more kids—of watching the youngest ones die (ostensibly) in his care. his coping mechanism is thus leadership—usurping and clinging to positions of authority in an effort to save others; he craves authority, wants and needs to embody it to turn it into something that would’ve saved the others, would’ve saved him. Starfleet becomes his white whale. he needs the myth of Starfleet—an intergalactic emblem of peace, carving through deep space purely to discover (and defend). he embraces starfleet’s militarism because it echoes his understanding of power (some evils need to be defeated; innocents need to be protected). Jim also loves to defend—to entrench and hold boundaries (with the Klingons, the Romulans, with any hostile life). deep space is at the same time mystical—where birth and rebirth are always possible, where miracles happen every day—and orderly, where regulations and boundaries are clearly defined. Jim finds solace and role stability in this space, defending others, acting as a father figure, and indulging in hyper-independence & isolation.

that’s how we get tos Jim, who’s desperate for connection & intimacy, but ultimately clings to his leadership role like it can sustain him—like it’s all that can sustain him. (love, you’re better off without it, and I’m better off without mine. this ship, I give, she takes…I’m the captain…I’ve lost the enterprise, I’m losing command…nothing is more important than my ship) the guardian role is essential to his self-image.

conversely, aos Jim was the child. he was the scared, too-skinny kid who had the rug ripped from under him. aos Jim is born into a world where fatherhood/authority is already dead; George Kirk’s absence is a gaping hole in his life. Starfleet’s idealism makes martyrs, but it also cannibalizes its men to sustain its ideals. George’s replacement, Frank, neglects if not abuses him. that Jim witnesses the complete breakdown of authority. he watches Starfleet come with too little, too late. he sees the older kids die. he watches his only solace from Frank’s terror, his fresh start, become a waking nightmare.

that Jim learns that no one is coming.

his coping mechanisms are withdrawal from the system entirely; to bare his teeth at it, to claw at it, to draw blood. scare them before they can scare you. act bigger than you are. appearances are everything. to distrust authority entirely. give up on Starfleet, because Starfleet is an empty vaccum that will take and take, ineffectual at its core and hypocritical at best.

instead of being defined by his attraction to space, aos Jim is defined by his inability to stay still; his distaste for Earth, for Iowa, for groundedness. for him, staying in Riverside is a kind of self-harm, one he doesn’t understand how to escape and ultimately believes he deserves.

this Jim is lonely not because he uses distance as a defense, but because he’s so distrustful of others, he genuinely can’t imagine an open hand. (enlist?)

that’s how we get the Jim that ultimately cares way more about his crew than his ship; who latches onto Bones like a leech and craves Spock; who wants connection with far less shame has absolutely no expectation of receiving it. this is the Jim that blares sabotage while charging into battle, says fuck you to the admiralty, and would rather die saving lives than live with taking them—that’s what I was raised on.

there’s also the fact that tos Jim is a Jewish man written in an era of liberal internationalist optimism underscored by the early Cold War and the shadows of the Shoah whereas aos Jim is the flashy product of peak commercialized Hollywood in a post-9/11, post George-Bush America. anyways.

[krakensdottir]

A scene I wanted to address, because I think we need to, because there is some understandable concern over this.

So, Aziraphale's first taste of human food... he goes pretty nuts. He eats it as fast as he can get it down. He can barely stop to breathe. And I can see why that evokes the Greedy Fat Person trope for some.

Given that Gaiman is no fan of fatphobia, I'm pretty sure that's not the intent. But I won't lean on that. I'll go further, and explain what that scene evoked for me, and see if it makes sense to anyone else.

(To preface, I'm a fat person with blood sugar problems who DOES eat like a starving animal and has 0 shame about it. So I'm not just Not Seeing It because of skinny privilege etc. To get that out of the way.)

So first off, of course, it's his first EVER attempt at eating human food. The absolute lack of moderation could be explained by that alone. But I think it's significant that it's specifically meat.

Those who are familiar with the Old Testament know what I mean when I say that God is carnivorous. It's the entire reason he was a bitch to Cain and not to Abel. The Abrahamic god was one of many at the time that accepted burnt animal offerings, before later revisions attempted to wave that away because oops, it sounds too pagan. Flesh of livestock was a common and expected offering, and burning it assured that the smell and smoke and 'essence' would rise to the heavens.

With that in mind, consider what the taste of meat would do to an angel. What it might awaken in them, the first of God's creations?

Maybe it's the monster-lover in me, but I didn't see a fat man gobbling food. I saw an inhuman ancient entity of immense power that only disguises itself as a man, briefly succumbing to a primal and Earthly urge. It wasn't comical to me. It was almost frightening, in a very intentional way. Rarely do we see through the human guise in this series, see just how eldritch these ethereal beings really are, especially Aziraphale. But here he is, ripping almost uncontrollably into the flesh of another life-form with ominous music and thunder overlying the whole scene, and a demon staring at him with intense satisfaction and fascination throughout.

That's what I took from it. If I had to guess, I'd say that's closer to the intent. Again, partly from knowing the author, but also from the way the scene is shot. We're watching an angel partake in literal pleasures of the flesh for the first time, taking formerly living matter into his body. I can totally vibe with Crowley's reaction, tbh.

[leighsartworks216]

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Sylus x fat!fem!Reader

I am a firm believer in Sylus with a fat partner and nothing will change my mind on this

Warnings: mentions of being fat, mentions of a fupa, dresses, teasing, kissing, biting, bruises mentioned, spicy but not full smut

Word Count: 739

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"Are your eyes closed?" you call out from behind the divider.

Sylus's fond chuckle reaches your ears like one of his many vinyls, beautiful but with a slightly roughened quality that makes it feel special. "Yes, sweetie," he calls in return. "My eyes have been closed for the last five minutes."

You roll your eyes. "They have not!"

"Careful, kitten, or I'll open them right now."

"Okay, okay! Keep them closed!" He hums his acquiescence.

You take one last look at yourself in the mirror. The black dress you bought with your own card (and bribed Mephisto not to spoil) sits beautifully on your body. Two slits along the sides reach up to your waist, exposing the flesh of your hips and thighs, all the way down your legs. The front hangs precariously between them, barely leaving anything to the imagination. With a low cut neckline, your cleavage is on full display, practically pouring out over the supportive cups.

You look gorgeous, but you can't help feeling a bit nervous. You're not exactly skinny; certainly not the body type they imagined this dress would be worn on. But you couldn't resist! You'd grabbed it on a whim, and when you tried it on in the store, all you could think about was Sylus's reaction to it. It's like nothing you've ever worn before. You just hope he'll like it.

With a deep breath, you step out from behind the divider. "Okay," you say, far more breathless than you want to. "You can look now."

If you could have recorded his face, oh gods above.

When his eyes opened, they latched immediately onto you, slowly raking up and down your form, determined not to miss a single detail. Which was all well and good, but his expression.

That smug smirk of his fell into an open-mouth gape. You knocked his smirk clean off his face! Not only that, you can see the way his throat bobs, swallowing his saliva as he tries not to absolutely drool over you. You take a step forward and his eyes rocket down to watch the fabric as it exposes your leg. His eyes are dark as sin when they finally meet yours again.

"You look ravishing, kitten," he purrs, voice low. He holds out a hand, legs spreading to make room for you. "Come here."

You bite your lip to try hiding the giddy grin that wants to break out. Every step is tracked by him, following the flow of the dress. You think he nearly loses his mind when it slips to the side just a hair further than before and exposes the precious skin of your fupa.

You take his hand. He guides you down to sit on his leg. One hand supports your back, but the other lets go of yours and glides up the expanse of your thigh, from your knee to your hip. He presses featherlight kisses to your collarbones with a soft groan of appreciation. "Do you like it?"

"Like it?" He nips at your skin. "My beloved, if you could see a fraction of my thoughts right now..."

"Hm. So you don't like it?" you tease.

He growls, biting more firmly at the skin of your neck as he grips like a lifeline at your thigh, forming divots under his fingers that you hope will bruise. His hot tongue laves over the imprint of his teeth, drawing delicious sounds from your throat. "Do I have to spend the rest of the night showing you just how much I adore this on you?"

"On me?" You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging lightly as he trails kisses and nibbles along your jaw. "You're acting like you want to rip it off of me."

"Mm, not tonight." His hand releases your thigh to slip under the dress. He starts at your stomach, feeling the warmth of your body, the heat you radiate with every kiss and caress. But soon he trails lower, over your curves and folds, until his long fingers are sliding along your wet slit, unimpeded with your lack of underwear. He nearly moans at the feel of you coating his hand, as you try to shift your hips to chase after the friction he so willingly provides. "Tonight, I want you just like this," he whispers, breathing heavily with want as he sucks at your earlobe. "My beautiful angel...

"Will you let me worship you?"

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[bigtreefest]

Sick of It

Pairing: Boyfriend! Steve Rogers x Girlfriend! Reader one-shot

Summary: Steve looks good in everything and you’re sick of it. That, among other things.

Word count: 1,784

Content/warnings: Crying, comfort, angry feelings, kissing, mentions of body image issues, swears, snacks, non-sexual semi-nudity

A/N: I wrote this a couple weeks ago while I was feeling like absolute crap. I was so stressed and just wanted someone to hold. I know too many people relate. I think Steve would’ve been such a sweetie for this kind of moment.

Comments, likes, reblogs, and asks are so appreciated. Thank you for reading!!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Main Masterlist

“I’m so fucking done.”

You slammed the door to the pantry as Steve looked over his shoulder at you from his spot on the couch.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” His words trailed down to you as stomped down the hall and slammed the door to his room.

Steve sighed and tossed the blanket off his lap, softly padding after you down the corridor. He leaned against the doorframe before lightly knocking with the knuckle of his pointer finger.

“Hey, you alright?” He faintly heard the sliding of his dresser drawers, frantically paired with the sound of clanging hangers in his closet.

Steve opened the door slowly to be met with the sight of you half naked, hoodie stretched over your one arm and head, only accompanied on your body by your socks and underwear.

You grumbled and sighed before pulling the hoodie fully down over your body, looking in the mirror before ripping it off and throwing it at him. Steve didn’t flinch, catching the beige hoodie he had been given in a stylist’s attempt to take him on as a client.

Steve had many pieces of clothing like that: obscure fashion pieces gifted to him because of his celebrity status. To a normal person, they were impractical and weird. Odd shapes for an odd body. They’d only look good on someone as hot as him, broad shoulders, skinny waist, and all. Any time you’d try to put on a piece of the clothing, you felt like it hugged your curves in all the wrong ways.

You sighed, but it was deep and guttural, bordering on a scream. The way every piece of clothing, which looks so trendy and stylish on Steve, draped over your hips in a weird way, drove you nuts. The colors didn’t look as good, the shape was meant for someone else.

You flopped down on the bed, still only in your underwear, as Steve grabbed a hanger, placing the hoodie on it and hanging it back in the closet.

He walked over to you, slotting his legs in between yours which swung off the bed. He leaned forward over you until his arms framed your head, one hand on each side, careful to miss your hair that was sprawled out over the comforter.

When you opened your eyes, you were greeted by a sea of blue. You wanted to melt instantly at the care and concern that Steve’s eyes held, before you remembered why you were so upset.

You rolled on your side with a groan, hiding your face in the plush covers before Steve did his best to brush the hair out of your way.

He continued to softly rub his thumb against your temple. “Jellybean, you wanna tell me what’s going on? What’s got you so upset?”

You sighed before speaking into the blanket covering your mouth. Even Steve’s super soldier hearing couldn’t decipher the muffled sounds.

“Can you try again for me? I didn’t quite catch that.”

You turned slightly and threw your hands over your face in exasperation before peeking through your fingers at the face full of love and kindness that was always waiting on the other side.

“I’m sick of it.” It came out still muffled by your palm, but understandable this time. Steve nodded in an attempt to understand.

“Sick of what, honey? Anything I can fix? Or at least help with?” He helped you up, sitting next to you on the mattress. He attempted to pull you into his lap before your stopped him, pushing his arms off of you.

“No! Stop it, you’re the problem.”

Steve was taken aback. He would never do anything to hurt you, not even accidentally, so he had no idea where this was coming from. He cautiously continued.

“I’m really sorry, bean. What did I do?”

You shook your head before it fell into your hands, tears threatening to dampen the heels of your palms while you sniffled,sucking your emotions back in. You took a deep breath before looking up at him with red eyes.

“You know what? Actually, nothing. I’m overreacting. Forget about it. Maybe I should just go.”

You stood up and began to gather your clothes from the floor when Steve stood to stop you, holding your hands against his chest.

“Wait, Jellybean, come on. If-“

You threw down your hands, releasing them from his grip as you continued to look down at your feet.

“Quit calling me that!! That’s the problem!! I’m not a jellybean!”

His head cocked to the side in confusion. “Honey, what do you mean? I thought you liked that nickname…”

You shook your head as Steve crouched down in an attempt to meet your gaze. “No, because a jellybean would fit in your clothes and look good. And I don’t at all right now.”

Steve cautiously moved a hand to your cheek, finally able to look into your eyes. “Hey, what happened? Did someone say something to you? Did I? If I did anything to make you feel like that, I’m so sorry. You’re so perfect in every single way, what’s making you feel differently?”

His other hand went to your other cheek and you grabbed his wrists, looking down again, kicking your feet. Your next words came out as a whisper. “Everything sucks. I’m exhausted, and my eyes keep twitching because of it. I couldn’t focus to save my life today. I thought coming over here would make me feel better, and I looked in your pantry to see if you had any of the good snacks and of course you don’t because you’re Mr. Healthy! None of your clothes fit or look good on me! I mean, why do your even own half this stuff!? So many pairs of fake glasses, your eyesight’s perfect-no. Better than perfect! You make stuff that’s not even fashionable or practical look good and I’m sick of it!” You were practically yelling now, your words growing in volume the more you kept going.

Steve simply nodded, letting you vent as much as you needed to and taking it all in. He knew he didn’t have good snacks, he had asked if you wanted him to pick up your favorites when grocery shopping last week and you said ‘no, that’s not necessary. I probably shouldn’t tempt myself anyways. I’m trying to be healthier.’ He should’ve gone with his gut. He wouldn’t blame that on you, though.

He knew his clothes were ridiculous, too, but he kept them around because he thought you liked them. And he loved the way they looked on you.

He also knew the game you liked to play of ‘is it a fit or are they just hot,’ looking at the ridiculous clothes designer brands would release and judging whether or not they were high fashion, or just on a person with a nice body. He had just never thought he would be the subject of it, or that it would bring you down this much.

Steve knew you hadn’t been sleeping well for the past month, too, but hadn’t said anything. He could feel the way you tossed and turned at 3am, before you finally fell asleep again an hour later, only to be woken up shortly after by the alarm clock.

You looked up again after Steve had been quiet for too long. You let out a deep sigh. “I’m sorry, Stevie. I think I’m just taking this all out on you because you’re here. Everything but you is wrong today, and I’m taking it out on the one thing that’s here.”

You shook your head, profusely apologizing before Steve pulled you in close against his chest. He kissed the top of your head as he rubbed your back.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Thank you for talking to me. I’m not the enemy here. I’m your teammate. Thank you for letting me in.”

“It just isn’t fair.” You spoke into his chest before looking up into his eyes again.

“Even when you’re concerned you’re still hot, too.” You rolled your eyes before throwing your forehead back in between his firm pecs.

“Steven. Fix it.” Came out mumbled in his shirt.

Steve laughed and nodded before kissing the top of your head again. “I think I have just the thing. Hold on.”

He meant that literally. Steve stood up fully and you wrapped your legs around him, clinging like a koala, as he walked back over to the closet. The fact that he did it so effortlessly made you feel a little better about yourself, but a super soldier could probably do that with anyone.

He browsed the rack and shelves before he found what he was looking for. “Ah, here it is. They let me keep these after I had to pose as part of a construction crew for a mission. Regular people clothes. None of that high fashion bullshit.”

You laughed against his neck before he set you down on the bed. He kissed the tip of your nose before sliding a dark gray sweatshirt over your head and sinking down to his knees to pull the light gray sweatpants up your legs. They fit just how your wanted and you beamed at him.

“Better?” You nodded.

“Perfect. Thank you, Stevie.”

He gave you a wink. “Of course, jellybean. I think these fit you just right, but maybe your outfit’s missing something. I might still have the reflective vest around here somewhere, or maybe you need a good pair of fake glasses to top it off?”

You giggled and pushed his shoulder. “Absolutely not. I think the only thing that could make this better is if you had real snacks in the pantry.”

Just then, the both of you heard a knock on the door. You perked up and looked over Steve’s shoulder before raising an eyebrow at him. Steve looked back at you sheepishly.

“I think your prayers have been answered. I texted Buck and asked him to pick up your favorites the second I heard you huffing while searching through the cabinets.”

You smiled before wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you. You’re perfect, even if it’s a little infuriating how much so.”

Steve laughed and wrapped his arms around you again, carrying you towards the front door to retrieve the package. “Perfection means nothing if I can’t use it to make your life better. I love you, Jellybean.”

You smiled as he set you down on the couch and handed you a bag of snacks before cuddling close and pulling the soft throw blanket back over the two of you. You placed your hand gently on his cheek. “I love you more, Stevie.”

Bonus A/N: What’s your favorite snack/candy? I’m currently rocking with those nerds gummy clusters. So good.

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[newkatzkafe2023]

Sooo there’s this trend I’ve seen going around where it’s basically someone copying someone’s snaps, and then they basically just flex their muscles, and the person copying the other person is just RIPPED. I was wondering how that would go with the monkey kings, where they’re joking around with the reader and just asks them to flex, and it just turns out the reader is SUPER muscular

MAMA IS BUFF💪

(Lmk Wukong) I can see him flexing his muscles as a joke, especially when he's busy shouting and bragging to Mk. Though he would joke to you and also show off his good looks which you called him handsome on multiple occasions. You told him and Mk that you your own muscles as well, and of course Wukong asked you to show him, thinking your joining in on the fun. Until when you did you flexed your muscles so hard your sleeved ripped, cue Mk's blown mind and Wukong's jaw touching the floor. He also might be blushing and drooling very hard as he pushes Mk out the house so he can jump your bones🤤

(HIB Wukong) Man he would think the concept of flexing is stupid, and thinks it's purely for showing off.(Which is rich coming from him🙄) However Luier was on his motor mouth moments and asked Wukong if he still has his muscles, and of course he was against it. Though that's when you tell Luier that both you and Wukong have muscles, it's just not seen too often. Wukong, though, you were exaggerating and just telling Luier anything to keep him for bothering him, so he asked about it. That's when you sighed and showed your BULK Biceps ripping the sleeves slightly. Luier began fanboying and shooting questions at light speed. Meanwhile, blood shot out of Wukong's like a water fountain, mumbling as he had a physical breakdown.

(NR Wukong) I'm sorry but this man is a hyperactive bean pole, you would think that all the CENTURIES of battle he would have some kind of bulk but no. However he did share some stories with you and Li about when he was at his prime. You would laugh at his exaggerated muscle mass, and that's when Wukong challenged you to a flexing compilation. Though that quickly backfired Spantacularly when you flexed so hard you shredded a perfectly good jacket, your muscular body would ruin him beyond repair. you would have this man screaming from the roof YES MISTRESS! DESTROY MY SKINNY ASS! BREAK ME IN HALF LIKE A KIT KAT BAR!🥵 I don't know how somebody can get even more shameless.

(MKR Wukong) Oh this should be hilarious, I mean Wukong clearly doesn't need muscles to cave somebody's face in. Wukong would roll his eyes at the idea of flexing, and also thinks it's stupid. That's when you told him about your own muscles as you walked together on patrol, Wukong immediately thought you were messing with him. Their is no way you looking all pretty and Dainty could ever have muscles like that, However It didn't stop him from asking to see out of curiosity. I KID YOU NOT, but the second you flexed those perfect biceps, back and shoulder muscles boy did Wukong acend to a whole new plane of peace and love with his demon boner. You should probably take him to the doctor 😬

(Netflix Wukong) Oh god you don't want to absolutely destroy this little boy's self-confidence, which is why you kelp your muscles to yourself. Though let's face it he has spaghetti Ramen arms to the point where even his staff would have more muscle then him, but that's besides the point. Wukong would loudly and desperately show off his own muscles despite them looking like twigs, is when he challenged you to flex. Wukong asked if you have any muscles not expecting you to say yes, he also wasn't expecting you to have an entire body made of muscles what's really killing him is those big Juicy thighs muscles. You mean if my mommy gets mad at me enough she'll crush my head like a watermelon??? Wukong fell into true madness that day, mentally and Sexually.

(BMW Wukong) OHHHHHHHHH GOD NOOO UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES, CAN HE KNOW ABOUT YOUR MUSCLES because once he does it's over. Wukong would brag for hours and hours about his physical physique as he shows off to impress his dear wifey who is you. However, you didn't tell him about your own muscles mainly because you once felt insecure about them. You got a bit tired of him running your mouth, so you decided to show him your muscles, and boy, was that a game changer. You would have this man re-evaluating his life like you gave him a good crisis. You mean to tell him that this entire time you could have at any time absolutely break his back like an F*CKING GLOWSTICK...........but chose not to...his boner is soooooooo hard and Pulsing that he can't afford to wear pants right now.

(Destined one) Oh lord you would shock the poor baby into another layer of silence if you ever flash your muscles like that. The Destined one has no interest in flexing or in muscles, despite him being battle driven however I think it would peak his curiosity if he learned that you have muscles. The second he learned that you had one of those body builder muscles that can rip clothes off like tissue paper, he couldn't handle it. Im not kidding the Destined one Collapsed on the floor like he was having the most severe seizure of his immortal life. Next time he wants to see those muscles in actions in your shared bed at home😳

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG💪

[arc-misadventures]

Ruby: Look at me! *Rolling around on wheelies*

Coco: *Disappointed gay stare*

Jaune: *Torn between wanting to ride around on some wheelies and disappointment in Ruby*

It Could Work

Ruby: Hey, Jaune look!

Jaune: What is it?

Ruby: Wheelies!

(Ruby then zoomed past, Jaune, and Coco on her wheelies, and then zoomed back in front of the pair.)

Ruby: Pretty cool, right!

Coco: ...

Jaune: ...

Ruby: Pretty cool... r-right...?

Jaune: It's the outfit.

Ruby: Huw?

Coco: Agreed. The wheelie sneakers in of themselves fit someone like, Ruby, and her cute, adorable demeanor.

Ruby: Naww~! Thanks!

Coco: But, it absolutely clashes with the gothic lolita look she has.

Jaune: Agreed. She looses her cuteness appeal if she wears these shoes instead of her usual combat boots.

Ruby: Ahck?! My cuteness...?!

Jaune: Mmm.. Skinny jeans, charcoal... with, or without rips?

Coco: With rips; drags a persons eyes to her legs.

Ruby: My legs...?

Coco: Silver grey teeshirt, something that's tight on the body.

Ruby: T-Tight?

Jaune: An oversized crimson hoodie; not too big, at least a size, or two bigger. It gives her this cute vibe hiding in an oversized hoodie.

Coco: She needs bracelets; black lace with red beads, silver chains. simple things like that.

Jaune: Fingerless gloves?

Coco: Skater fingerless gloves, with those knuckle dusters on them.

Jaune: And, a took! She needs a black took, with rose pins on it!

Coco: Oh~! Nice touch! Okay, Red, you make an outfit with the clothes we suggested, and you may ride along in those wheelies of yours!

Ruby: But, I don't wanna do that!

Coco: Do it, or else...

Ruby: Or, else what?

Jaune: Hey, Yang?

Yang: Yeah?

Jaune: Ruby's ignoring our fashion advice; can you explain to her why that is a bad idea?

Yang: What did they recommend?

Ruby: A bunch of clothes I have to wear so I can wear my wheelies.

Yang: Do you remember what they recommended.

Ruby: Yeah.

Yang: Great! Let's go shopping, and get you a new outfit!

Ruby: But, I don't want a new outfit!

Yang: Ruby! The water bordered me for wearing crocs! If they say, 'get a new outfit, or else!' You get the new outfit! Now let's go!

Ruby: Whoa hey?!

~~~

Yang: So... what do you think?

Jaune: Now ain't that a pretty sight to see!

Coco: Mmmm~! I'd tap that!

Ruby: ...

(Ruby looks at her outfit in a mirror.)

Ruby: They're right... This is a good wheelie outfit...

[warping-realities]

Commitment

"I thought you were into my body, you know?"

Peter said, sounding a bit butthurt on the phone while checking out the video of this jacked dude hogging his screen, trying to sell a workout plan in a personal training studio that just opened up near his place.

"I like you, babe, but you spend so much damn time working, and... honestly, I’ve always liked your skinny body... but lately, you’ve been packing on a gut. No biggie... but c'mon, you know how hard I bust my ass for this body, just for you. A little give-and-take would be good. So pleaaaase, I’ve set up a session for you." Julia, Peter's long-term girlfriend, wrapped up the call. They met back in college, and he always wondered what a total knockout like her saw in him. Not that he was a total scrub; he had a decent face and a slim build, with the class and sophistication vibe only an Old Money heir had. But even that was a far cry from her runway-ready looks. People whispered she was just after his cash, but Peter tuned that noise out because he was head over heels for Julia. He didn’t want to hear any of that crap. He loved her so much that he found himself putting on gym gear and heading to the address in the pamphlet. After all Julia knew how to push his buttons to get him to do what she wanted: appealing to his sense of commitment.

When Peter rocked up to the studio, he saw it was just a tiny room with a few weights, which he realized was Julia trying to spare him from his fears. Even though he came from old money and had been dragged to all sorts of social events since he was a kid, he absolutely dreaded being in the spotlight.

So yeah, a small studio was probably where he’d feel less freaked out. But maybe she overlooked another one of his fears: the hulking muscleheads. And this dude, standing in the center of the room with his arms crossed, lokling like he just stepped off a bodybuilding stage, doing the same pose as the ad Peter had just seen in the ad, was hitting all his triggers.

Peter told himself that this was just the standard for a trainer, but that didn’t help the wave of panic washing over him when he saw that beast. The massive dude on the other hand flashed a grin that dripped with way too much confidence.

"Hey man, I'm Dan. You must be Pete, right?" The trainer asked like they were old pals, making the rookie mistake of calling him by the short version of his name.

"It's Peter. Peter Wexhan, never Pete"

"Whoa, my bad. Won’t happen again, just trying to break the ice since we’ll be hanging together." Dan said, his grin still plastered on his face.

"I-I don’t know if we’ll... I just thought about trying a trial class." Peter stammered.

"Nah, once you catch the iron bug, there’s no turning back. So, the girl who set this up for you said you wanna lose some belly, right?"

"Julia, yeah, that’s my girlfriend... and that’s what she wants..."

"But what do you want, man? You’re my client!" Truth was, Peter would rather be at home. But he didn’t have the guts to say that, scared of the giant in front of him and letting his girlfriend down.

"I... that’s what I want."

"Dude, you gotta learn to stand your ground, man. And you know a killer way to do that? Get jacked!" Dan flexed his massive muscles, stretching his shirt to the brink of ripping.

"I... I..." Peter stuttered, wide-eyed at that mountain of muscle.

"Just messin’ with you, Peter. Who am I to say what you should do? But listen, a real man knows how to stand up for himself, and he also knows how to keep a woman happy."

Peter didn’t know what to say again, so he stayed quiet, giving Dan the floor to drop the question he knew was coming.

"So, Peter Wexhan... any relation to Senator Frank Wexhan?"

"Yeah, I’m his son."

"Wow, one of my first clients is a big shot."

"My dad’s a big deal; I’m just a regular dude," Peter replied, knowing deep down that wasn’t exactly true. Sure, his family was loaded, and Dan probably knew that too. But acting more professional than the earlier interaction, Dan didn’t say anything about it and just kept the class rolling.

"Let me work with you for a bit, and you won’t be regular. And the best time to start is now." He flashed that killer smile before putting Peter through one of the toughest workouts of his life.

While they worked out, Dan tried to chat with Peter, talking about cars, football, parties—topics Peter had zero interest in.

"What do you mean you don’t have a football team? Not even your college’s?”

"Never cared for it, sorry."

"Stop apologizing for everything, dude. Although, yeah, in this case, you kinda have to. Just kidding!!! But didn’t you at least check out the cheerleaders?" Dan asked, steering the convo to another touchy subject—women. Julia was the only woman in Peter’s life, and he was all about her. No reason to even look at other chicks. His commitment was that deep.

Hearing this, Dan just smirked again and corrected Peter’s form, getting back to business with the exercises. Peter was blown away by how good Dan was at this and how quickly it showed. By the end of the session, his arms, shoulders, and legs felt a bit beefier, and he couldn’t help but admire himself in the mirror, feeling good about the progress. Sure, Dan was the type Peter usually avoided, but he was starting to see him as someone cool to hang with. So much so that he ended up booking another session for the next day. He left the gym with a handshake, feeling like he made a solid choice.

When he got back to the simple but cozy apartment he shared with Julia—rather than his family's empty mansion—he was hit with a hunger like never before. He raided the fridge and cupboards, not even bothering to shower, and plopped down on the couch, wolfing down everything he could while flipping through channels until he landed on a college football game, absentmindedly rubbing his sore muscles with a feeling that bordered on bliss. That’s how Julia found him two hours later when she got home.

"Hey babe... what’s that smell? What’s going on?? Peter, you smell like a locker room!"

That was her reaction when she saw him sprawled on the couch, the place reeking of manly sweat.

"Sorry babe, I got home and lost track of time." Peter said, catching a whiff of his own pits and grimacing. "Eww, I really stink."

"Peter, I can’t believe you sat all dirty on my couch!"

"My couch, the apartment’s mine, and I can crash here and watch football however I want!" He shot back, a bit too aggressively, making both him and Julia jump.

"Sorry babe, I don’t know what got into me. Let me shower and whip up your favorite dish." 

The night went by smoothly after that, with dinner and chit-chat leading to bed, where he treated Julia to some of the best action she’d had in ages.

The next morning, Peter woke up alone on the living room couch, clueless about how he ended up there, and why he was only in his shorts instead of his usual PJs. Did the wild night with Julia mess with his head? Remembering that got him hard, and as he adjusted himself (how could he be turned on right after that?), he was surprised by the lean, defined physique he found himself looking at. As good as Dan was, this had to be a joke, he thought in disbelief. But any doubts vanished as he felt the solid muscles under his hand, leading to the best solo session he’d ever had, even though he was tense and had to hold back to not wake Julia in the next room.

Later, he thought about the weirdness of the situation. After a long shower while Julia was still snoozing, Peter admired himself in the mirror as he adjusted his tie. It seemed impossible that one session could change so much, he thought, watching his biceps stretch the sleeve of his suit to its limits. Seeing that image reflected in the mirror his brain came to a conclusion that he thought was logical: If it seemed impossible, it was probably because it was, considering he wasn’t new to working out, as his lean, defined physique showed.

After getting ready, he grabbed his gym bag and headed to work. He was climbing the ladder at a law firm specializing in environmental issues, something that didn’t sit well with his dad, a Republican senator with ties to the oil biz. But he’d long accepted being a disappointment to the old man. Despite his good looks and love for the NFL, he’d never been the sporty type, and he wasn’t a player either, which could’ve helped his dad’s conservative image. But dating a staunch Democrat was a whole other issue. Worse yet, dating only her. An exclusive relationship could sit well with his father's conservative audience. But the truth is, he always wanted a womanizer son, especially since behind the facade, Senator Wexhan had a bunch of hot mistresses and expected his son to follow suit. Choosing a sustainable lifestyle was just the final nail in the coffin for their already shaky relationship.

Work went well, but as the hours dragged on, Peter grew anxious about his second session with Dan, with the last few minutes feeling like an eternity. When he finally got to the studio, he found Dan finishing up his own workout, and he couldn’t help but feel impressed and a bit envious of the guy’s massive build, wondering if he could ever get that big.

"Hey Pete, I’m almost done here. Why don’t you go change so we can get started?"

Peter was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t even correct Dan when he called him by the short version of his name. After slipping into his workout clothes, he met up with Dan, who quickly kicked things off with their session, and this time, Peter had the previous night’s game to talk about. He didn’t know what had gotten into him when he said he wasn’t into football—maybe it was the fear of being asked to play that made him say that. But the convo soon switched back to women, and even though Peter tried to dodge the questions, he didn’t feel as uneasy anymore. After all, it wasn’t like he’d ever cheat on Julia; it was just some bro talk. The subject then shifted to video games, another topic Peter had never cared about, which surprised Dan, who invited him to play COD with some of his buddies. He was shocked to find out that Peter didn't have a PlayStation.

Their differences were becoming more apparent, even though the sessions were going great.

In fact, they were going so well that after a shower in the studio’s tiny bathroom, Peter caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His arms looked jacked, his shoulders broad, and he was sporting a six-pack.

Getting a body like that was worth overcoming any differences he had with Dan, he thought as he left, ready to give his trainer a high five goodbye.

"You were my last client, Pete. I’m closing up here, and I’ll call you once I get home so we can play COD. Should be enough time for you to grab a bite first."

"Um... okay." Peter replied, still not quite getting it, thinking he’d made it clear he wasn’t into video games.

When he got home, any thought about Dan’s strange comment vanished as the heavenly smell of food wafted from the kitchen. Finding Julia cooking dinner—something she’d never done before—was a shocker.

"I’m glad you’re home, babe. I’m making roast beef with mashed potatoes, so I don’t mess with your diet."

"Hmm... thanks, babe... but what’s the occasion?"

"Occasion? None…?"

"Well, I usually cook."

"I didn’t know I was dating a comedian. Peter, reheating frozen dinners doesn’t count as cooking."

"What are you talking about? Last night I whipped up a lasagna, there should be some leftovers in the fridge." Peter said, opening the fridge only to find a few bottles of milk and a ton of eggs.

"Babe, enough with the jokes, you are distracting me. Why don’t you change clothes and go play video games with your friends while I finish up here? Oh, I left a protein shake on the table for you."

Peter, not knowing how to respond, grabbed the shake and headed to their bedroom but not before passing through the living room and spotting a PlayStation 5 next to their big screen TV. While downing the shake, he tried to make sense of the situation—maybe this was a prank Julia and Dan were pulling on him, considering they had chatted about his first class.

That could explain her odd behavior. Maybe the game console was a gift from her. Still, it felt weird. And what was with her suddenly being all subservient? Very odd, he thought as he slipped into a tank top and shorts, walking into the living room. As he stared at the controller in his hands, a text from Dan popped up on his phone.

"We’re online, just log in."

So, with a familiarity he shouldn’t have had, Peter turned on the console, which booted up to his account with a bunch of games downloaded, as if he was a regular player. This just added to the weirdness.

But that train of thought was derailed when Dan’s invite popped up on the screen, and he put on the headset to join, hearing Dan’s voice.

"Hey bro, how’s it going at home?" Dan asked.

"I’m good, thanks, Dan." Peter replied, opting to ignore all the weirdness for now.

"Hey Dan, who’s this?" came a voice as douche as Dan's.

"Hey, Trav! This is Pete, a buddy from college. We reconnected this year and he’s been training with me. I invited him to join us for some COD."

Peter frowned at that. What the hell was Dan talking about? Aside from the training, the rest was a total lie. He opened his mouth to deny it, but Dan jumped in before he could say a thing.

"Trav, it was Pete who lent me the cash to turn the studio into a legit gym. He likes to act humble, but he’s loaded, right Pete?" 

Peter was extremely confused by all of this; the things Dan was saying made no sense at all, or did they? It was hard to think clearly, but the man wasn't going to make up a bunch of lies and go around saying them, right?

"I thought we were just here to play, Dan. Let’s see how Trav does, because I’m tired of kicking your ass!" Pete shot back, suddenly recalling all the games he’d played against his old college buddy.

"Ouch, that stung! But I’m coming for revenge tomorrow, Pete. It’s leg day, and I’m gonna make you beg like those college girls begged for the senator’s son."

"Your threats won’t do anything like their pleas."

"Wife alert! His girlfriend must be nearby, Trav. He plays the good guy when she’s around. But don’t be fooled; this guy’s a beast."

"I don't know what you're on about, but you're dead, dude," Pete added, as his avatar took out his friend’s in the game.

"Ah, tomorrow you’re gonna be so wrecked, Wexhan."

"If you keep threatening me, I’ll roll straight home from work and show up just in time to finish you off in the game."

"Work? What work? I thought you were just chilling until your dad’s next campaign."

What the hell was Dan talking about? Of course he worked, he worked with... with... why couldn’t he remember???

"Babe, dinner’s ready," Julia’s voice cut in, giving him an excuse to sidestep Dan’s question.

"The lady of the house says dinner’s served, see ya tomorrow Dan. Nice to meet you, Trav." He said, ditching the console and avoiding any more thoughts about what had just gone down.

Dinner was great, but Pete ate like a robot, more focused on hitting his macros than enjoying the meal. Julia noticed.

"Is something up?"

"No, I’m good." He replied, still lost in thought.

"Peter, it seems like you’re in another world. I spend all day managing the apartment and prepping meals for you while you’re off at the gym or with your buddies. The least I want is a little attention when we’re together."

"What are you talking about? Managing the house? But… you don’t work?"

"It’s funny you think what I do isn’t work when you only work when your dad threatens to cut off your allowance." She shot back, clearly hurt. Peter raised his eyebrows, staring at her for a few seconds while new connections and memories formed in his foggy head before he responded.

"I’m sorry babe, I didn’t mean anything by it. Of course, managing our home is super important, and I really appreciate it. The food is awesome. But let’s not talk about my dad’s allowance; it’s what keeps us afloat." He said, getting up and looking at his girlfriend leaning against the counter, while casually slipping his hand into his shorts and giving her puppy eyes, which always made her do whatever he wanted. Even though he’d rather do the chores around the house like a woman than admit Dan was right about what kind of guy he was.

"I’m sorry too, Pete. It’s just that I try so hard to please you and..."

"I know babe, so let me make it up to you the way you like." He said, scooping her up to take her to the bedroom for another night of wild sex.

Pete woke up around noon, light streaming through the curtains he’d left carelessly semi closed in the bedroom, finally forcing him out of bed. He stretched, glancing to the side like he expected someone to be there. He attributed that weird thought to still being groggy. 

After chillin' in bed for a few more minutes, he finally decided to get up. He grabbed his last model iPhone from the bedside table, and irritably walked to the big windows, finally shutting the curtains properly. In the dark, he considered catching a few more hours of sleep, but decided to snap a selfie and send it to a bunch of his contacts, making sure to slide a private message to Julia.

"Thanks for last night, babe. I was hoping you’d wake me up with a blow job before you left, but you’ll have the chance to make it up tonight."

Without waiting for the flood of replies he knew would come, he headed to the bathroom. After a quick shower, he admired himself in front of the huge mirror on one wall of his bedroom. Damn you’re a hot piece, Wexham!”

With little interest, he finally checked his missed messages while slipping on gym shorts and a tank top, then headed down the long staircase to the kitchen where breakfast was still laid out for him. He poured himself some black coffee while waiting for the cook to bring him a hearty plate of scrambled eggs. After eating, he hit the entertainment room, where a projector with killer sound and his PlayStation awaited him. After a few hours of gaming, joking around and throwing light-hearted insults with his on-line friends, he took a pre-workout, hopped into his Porsche Cayenne, and headed to Dan’s gym.

Dan’s place spanned two spacious floors filled with the latest equipment, with rooms for different workouts—dance classes, martial arts, and a whole section dedicated to free weights. When Pete walked into the reception, he was greeted enthusiastically by the two stunning receptionists who had seen his selfie and were practically drooling over him. He flirted back, knowing that would be all they’d get from him. Flirting was cool, cheating was a whole different ballgame. After chatting for a few minutes, he found Dan, who was ready to supervise his workout—one of the few sessions the busy owner of the city’s hottest gym still personally conducted.

"Pete, ma man! Ready to pay for last night?"

“Bring it On!” He replied with a grin.

The workout was tough but smooth. Pete and Dan had been training together for years, to the point that Pete himself helped Dan with his exercises. Their conversation flowed easily, covering everything from football season to cars, parties, and of course, the endless supply of gorgeous women surrounding them.

"Emily and Rachel are dying for a piece of you, bro."

"You know I’m with Julia, man. We might not be super serious yet, but she’s still my girl, and I gotta respect that."

"Do you respect her while sending selfies to half the women at the gym?"

"As far as I know, that’s not cheating. Plus, a little advertising doesn’t hurt if things with Julia go south."

"Wow, do you two have any problems?"

"Ah, bro, she’s been pushing for us to move in together, to leave my parents’ place. But why would I do that? With my folks in Washington, I’ve got a sweet mansion with staff at my disposal. The only thing I can’t do is bring a woman to live with me until I marry. My dad and his rules—you know how he is. But between living in a cramped apartment or having all this space and comfort? No contest. Plus, I’m not ready for that kind of commitment."

"I’d never put you and commitment in the same sentence, bro."

"Asshole, don’t forget where the cash came from to finance all this."

"I’ll never forget, brother, but I already paid your dad for everything, and he’s thinking about expanding the academy into a network. If you join as my partner..."

"I don’t know, man. That’s not really my scene."

"Dude, you practically live here."

"Yeah, but this managing stuff isn’t my thing."

"I can handle that part, bro. Think about it. A way for your dad to ease up on you."

"I’ll think about it, I promise. But for now, let’s focus on helping me with these squats and clearing my view of that hot blonde on the treadmill," Pete said, a mischievous grin on his face.

"That’s my bro! So why don’t you strip that shirt off and show off those gains?"

"What?"

"Just a little advertising!" Dan joked, ripping Pete’s shirt and exposing his chiseled abs to the whole gym.

"Bro, what the hell?"

"No modesty here, man! Flex for me!"

With an expression somewhere between annoyed and flattered, Pete did what his best friend asked, grabbing a ton of attention—including from the girl on the treadmill.

"Hell yeah, my man! Now enough of this, let’s wrap up your workout before a pack of women swarms you."

"So far, you’re the only one who’s attacked me." Pete replied, still somewhat miffed.

"But it was for a good cause. I bet the blonde’s already plotting her approach."

"Too bad she’ll only be able to watch..."

"That’s for you to decide!"

"Dan, I told you, I’m committed to Julia and..."

"Okay, okay, I’ll drop it. Let’s finish your workout already!"

After wrapping up one of the toughest sessions of Peter’s life, just as Dan had promised, they stopped for a protein shake in the gym’s café, where once again, Pete was the target of the attendant’s gaze. Which he returned with his charming, cocky Lady Killer smile.

"And you still wanna tell me you’ve never cheated, bro?!"

"Looking doesn’t hurt, and being looked at isn’t bad."

"You’re not fooling me, Pete. But what’s next for you? Any plans on the horizon?"

"You know I’m between jobs."

"To be between jobs, you’d need to have had one first, Pete."

"Asshole, you know I’ve been helping with my dad’s campaigns since I was a kid."

"Ah, my bad. I meant a real job. It must be tough just smiling and showing off."

"Hey, it’s way more tiring than it seems, and if anyone should know that, it’s you, since you need it for your own gig."

"Touché! But again, you’re not fooling me. I know how much you love showing off to others, especially female voters."

"I said it was tiring, brother, not that I didn’t enjoy it." Pete concluded with a smile, earning a laugh from Dan.

"Fair enough. But what’s the plan for later?"

"I’m gaming with Trav as soon as he’s off, which should be in about an hour. Then I thought I’d soak up some sun by the pool at home, and Julia should swing by later so we can do something. And by something, I mean we’re going to bang till dawn."

"No wonder your dad came at me about that partnership, bro. You’re living like a teenager."

"Fuck off man; I’m just living life to the fullest. Anyone in my spot would do the same. In fact, why don’t you let the hired trainers take over and come chill at the pool with me later?"

"I’ll think about it, but I don’t like leaving the business to others."

"Look at you being all responsible. You don’t even seem like the guy who did all the craziest things back in college."

"No, really, because that guy was you!"

Dan shot back, making Pete chuckle.

"That’s you saying it, not me. I’ll catch you later, bro!"

After eating a wonderful meal prepared by the house's cook and playing some online games, Pete found himself on the edge of the mansion's luxurious pool, dozing while sunbathing, enjoying the best that life had to offer. Until he was suddenly woken up when someone knocked him into the pool.

"Motherfucker!" He yelled, surfacing irritated and greeted by Dan’s grinning face.

"You asshole, you nearly scared me to death! I’ll wreck you!"

"You can try, bro, but you gotta be a lot bigger if you wanna hit me."

"Big enough, bro!" Dan shot back, flexing his massive, sculpted body.

"You can't resist a little show, can you? That way you'll make the girls go crazy!" Dan replied in turn, with a malicious expression on his face.

Girls? What girls?"

"Hi Pete!" Said a beautiful young woman while another as beautiful as her giggled next to her.

"Their shift at the gym is over so I invited them to come along. Don't worry about Julia, they'll behave, right girls?"

"Yes Dan, we won't do anything Pete doesn't want." Emily replied with a smile.

"You pay me for this you Asshole" Pete whispered to his friend.

"Hey, aren't you the faithful guy? Just stay that way, brother." Dan replied, his mischievous smile widening.

Somehow Pete managed to hold on, despite the advances from the women. When the situation became too difficult to control, he left the pool and went to the bathroom of a way to send them away before Julia arrived. While he was swinging his long, thick cock, he was surprised by Emily who pushed him, still naked, against the wall and gave him a professional-level blowjob. So professional that he found himself unable to protest. And why would do that? After all, it was just a blowjob; it wasn’t like he was cheating.

He was already searching for excuses for why that blowjob ended with him banging the girl right there in the bathroom when his phone buzzed, and he saw Julia’s message that she was at the front gate. He quickly pushed Emily away and told Dan to hide with the girls in a guest room while he dashed to his suite for a quick shower to wash off the smell of sex. When Julia walked into his room, she found him naked on the bed, waiting with a grin.

"Hey babe, how about that blowjob?" He asked with a smile, acting like nothing was up.

Pete woke up the next day from a bizarre dream where he was a wimp living with the woman he’d hooked up with the night before, too scared to admit he was being used by a gold digger. As if that could ever happen. Yet before he even opened his eyes, he felt his bulging muscles and knew everything was as it should be. It was way too early by his standards, but that was his fault for accepting that partnership with Dan and having to help organize the new Dan's Gym locations around the city. Just thinking about having to find a new name for the franchise almost made him want to stay in bed. But he forced himself to get up.

Passing through the living room on his way to the kitchen, he received a message from the gym’s social manager about the next promo video for Instagram. Dominating the screen were him and Dan, looking more like brothers than just friends, laughing and flexing their muscles after a killer workout that pushed them to their limits.

A momentary doubt crossed Peter’s mind: how was it possible for two people to be so physically similar in habits, tastes, and thoughts? But soon, that fleeting doubt faded away as he heard the voice he’d been waiting for, making him look up.

"I personally think the final result of the project is fantastic."

"I agree. And I see you’re pretty comfy as a guest," he replied with a teasing expression.

"Brother, I’ve been coming here for years. Your parents see me as a second son; I’m way more than just a guest." A grinning Dan replied, lounging on the couch in just his underwear. “More than I can say about that chick you brought home last night—seriously scandalous in bed and worse out. Who was the diva?"

"You don’t know her. Some girl I picked up in college. We crossed paths again recently, and I thought I’d give it another shot, but turns out she expected a lot more than I had to offer. She was not happy when I called a car to take her home."

"You know, for someone so rich, you lack class, bro!"

"Look who’s talking; I heard what you did with those girls in the guest room."

"But I’m not the senator’s son."

"It was my bad. I should’ve ignored her advances and stuck to my no-repeat policy. I’m not looking for any commitment."

"A wonderful thing to hear from a business partner.” Dan said with a mocking tone and a cheeky smile."

"Dan, if there’s one relationship I’m fully committed to, it’s ours—both in business and friendship."

"I know that, brother, and I’m grateful for it. My life wouldn’t be the same without you!"

[kara-zor-els]

I don't understand the idea of Cissie being skinny. Cissie is the only member of YJ other than Tim without any powers and she is an Olympic level athlete with a gold in archery. She should absolutely be ripped.

I don't like that she's Arrowette again currently but this is 100% the accurate body type for her:

[wonysugar]

can u make a sunoo fic?

missed you | kim sunoo

synopsis : kim sunoo, your favorite stripper from the hybe boys establishment, started missing you after a while of you not showing up, so he had a lot of things to show you when you did come see him.<3

pairing : stripper!sunoo x rich!femreader

genre : smut :]

tags : sunoo is a male stripper, ricky from zb1 mentionned, jake from enha mentionned, reader is rich but it’s like not really relevant to the story, fingering (male receiving), biiiggg mommy kink, sub!sunoo, dom!femreader

warnings : none he’s just horny

word count : 1.5k

work was rough.

sure, going to work in itself wasn’t super difficult, but it was mostly the people working with you that made it unbearable. i mean, for god’s sake, you were a superior to the most of them, the least they could do was actually listen to you, and obey you when you gave orders.

which, they didn’t.

so naturally, you felt like going somewhere special, somewhere people knew their place and didn’t talk back to you during every second of the day.

immediately upon finishing your shift, your mind wandered to one place and one place only.

hybe boys.

-

you stepped foot into the establishment and was greeted by the comforting and familiar ambience, the music and lighting welcoming you with open arms.. you particularly noticed the usual customer seemingly going absolutely crazy over three of today’s boys, hoshi and jake. the third guy, whose name was apparently ricky has probably been staying for a short amount of time, due to him not being a employee you recognize, but it’s not like he was completely new either, since he clearly knew what he was doing. it takes someone with experience to grind on a pole like that with such a lustful expression. anywho, the said girl was having the time of her life and pushing everyone out of her way and honestly? who could blame her?

as cute as the boys were, though, you came for someone else. someone who caught your oh-so-precious attention since day one. to you. this whole strip club was like a restaurant, while he was both the main course and the dessert.

you spot him, kim sunoo, sitting down at the bar, probably on his break, talking to some seemingly older man as he’s being his very touchy self as usual. that quickly ceases once he sees you approaching him, immediately ignoring the other guy with a big cute grin on his face, as he clearly just saw that man as an opportunity to get more cute hand bags. that idea was quickly killed off by seeing you though. you always knew you were his favorite.

“y/nnnn, where have you been? it’s been soo long!” he says, clinging onto your arm and pulling himself in closer to you. you, in response pat the back of his head, returning the affection in your own way.

“work, baby. i’ve been super busy lately.. i barely have any time to see you anymore.”

he pouts, making your heart skip a beat. he always knew how to act adorable for you. “i missed you.. you could have told me, you do have my number, after all.”

you hum, wrapping your arm around his fairly skinny clothed waist, admiring his look for the night. you particularly noticed that he wore a piece of almost see-through lingerie that you bought him a few months back, probably walking around with it fully aware of how well it suits him and the impact it has on people.

despite how good it looked, though, you still felt the very intense urge to rip it off of him right at that moment. you knew you couldn’t though, not right now, at least.

“how much did you miss me, babyboy?” you whisper into his ear, careful not to let anyone near hear it. because yes, as hot as it probably looked, his regulars were pretty crazy about him, and his whole paycheck depended on them, so he kind of does need to act like he belongs to them. but really, you both knew that he belonged to you, and exclusively you.

“mmh, so much, mommy. i kept checking around the club every shift to see if you were here, but you never wereee.” he was already turning a little red, and his voice was getting higher and whinier with each word. the temptation to just cup his cute ass right then and there was strong, but you managed to contain it.

“you’re on break for another 30 minutes, right?” you asked, still whispering into his ear, his skin tingling in response to the warm breath it felt. he could only nod, poor baby was probably already so needy for you.

as to not waste any more time, you took his wrist and took him upstairs, where there were private rooms for “VIP lap dances”. now, let’s be realistic, as a regular, you knew that nobody ever used those rooms to get a personal show. while yes, this was technically a strip club, but it was also considered to basically be a brothel, too. not every employee here is comfortable to fuck clients, but most are. sunoo is one of the uncomfy ones when it comes to sex, but he seems to be way more than perfectly fine with it when it’s with you.

as soon as he closes and locks the door behind him, you take his lips in yours, immediately entering your tongue into his mouth, roaming the insides of it. cute whimpers coming out of him, you could clearly feel his hard-on as he lightly humped your clothed thigh, trying to make how horny he was not too obvious. he was failing miserably though, and viewing that sight made you chuckle involuntarily, voice low.

“so needy for me already, hm?” you teased.

“please fuck me mommy it’s been so long.. not even jerking off works anymore.. i - mmh oh my god - thinking about you while i jack myself off isn’t enough, i need your hands on me pleaseee.” he’s desperately whining and begging, being so good for you like this, you would just hate yourself if you couldn’t give him what he wanted. if you had known, you’d bring your strap-on if you were planning on staying for a long time, but.. fingers will do for tonight.

“then, sit on that chair for me, sunoo.” upon hearing his name, he immediately did as told, and even spread his legs so you could get better access. “so obedient for mommy, aren’t you? good boy.” you knew how desperate he’d act for praise, so he pouted and nodded eagerly, in hopes of making you understand that his dick was probably aching by now. he needed to feel your touch.

it didn’t take long before his cute cock was sticking out of his tight set, throbbing at the feeling of your thumb gently grazing its tip, teasing and feeling all of the precum leak from it. sunoo was a whining mess by this point, and he made it very well known that he wanted more, according to the bucking movements of his hips. his moans slowly becoming fuel for you, you progressively went faster, making sure to thoroughly stroke every inch of his adorable twitching dick. he was throbbing at each swift motion you made, his body shaking, already threatening to shoot his load all onto your hand.

not even 5 minutes went by before he started begging and calling out to you, mommys loudly spilling out of his mouth before a big amount of warm, white and thick liquid spurts out of his tip, most of it landing on your fingers and palm, the rest on the chair he’s sitting on. you loved the look he had on his face, everything about it drove you absolutely crazy. he was already far from being innocent, but you just wanted to corrupt him even further.

if you weren’t in a hurry, you would’ve started riding him a long time ago, taking all of his length and watching him squirm under you like he always did, moaning like a bitch at the feeling of his dick inside your tight pussy.

“f-fuck i missed you s-so mu-“

before he could even finish that sentence, you quickly grabbed him from the waist and turned him around on the soft chair, earning a small yelp as his soft ass was now facing you. you couldn’t bother to tease him, not when he was being this good for you. so, like anyone in this situation would, you spat on your fingers and gently rubbed them on his entrance, hearing how his whimpers and whines get higher.

“m-mommy, i just c-came - god - please..” he begged despite unconsciously arching his back so you could get better access. you chuckled at his poor attempt of not seeming like a desperate little puppy for you, he was so unintentionally adorable.. you just couldn’t wait to rim his ass roughly like he oh-so deserved.

inserting two fingers into his hole, his immediate response was to gasp and push himself deeper onto your digits, whining and sobbing at the pressure that was being applied.

pleads and begs for you to go faster escape his open mouth, “pleasepleaseplease”, “y/nnn” and “fuckk..” were the only things that could come out of his mouth, his drool slightly drooping out, just looking like a total slut from getting gently fucked by your fingers. if you knew he got like this desperate when overstimulated, you would’ve done it a lot more often.

“it f-feels so g-g-oodd momm-myy..” he moaned out shamelessly moments after, not giving a single fuck about somebody, anybody walking past and potentially hearing. his legs shaking uncontrollably at your digits. “didn’t you miss this, sunoo? didn’t you miss being fucked this good by mommy?”

poor baby could only nod his head, trying and barely succeeding in keeping his teary eyes open. he looked a mess, his cheeks all flushed, his messy and wet covering his sweat-coated forehead– fuck he looked so pretty. you were ravished by undoing him like this.

despite your inability to express it with words,

you missed him too, and that night,

you made sure to showcase it for hours to come.

[r0-boat]

🪶 anon here! Can I request dating headcanons for 5 WHB Kings with gn s/o please?

Absolutely! I'm not sure if you want NSFW or not so I'm going to play it safe and keep it SFW

5 WHB Kings date headcanons

Let's see how these demons take you out on a date!

Sfw cut for length

Satan

Satan thinks anything with you alone is a date. Satan is not really a romantic person it's not something he's ever thought about before. Planning romantic dates he would need the help of his subordinates which will gladly help him plan a nice romantic date.

He's wearing a plain white dress shirt and ripped jeans. He gives you a helmet and takes you out on his motorcycle. You hold on to him as he rides out into the country of Gehenna. The two of you got into the wilderness. He knows this trail by heart as if he has been through these woods countless times until he shows you a small creek and a pond. "I found this place I come here to come down."yeah you can see that, deep scratches and some of the trees fully broken but the creek and the pond remained.

He invites you to swim your hesitant because you don't have any swimming clothes. Satan confusion "What? You don't swim naked??? Human's bathe naked. what's the difference?" Then drops the 'nothing I haven't seen' line with a shit eating grin that makes you want to smack him. the two of you, strip off your clothes and go skinny dipping, something he suggested. If you are worried about the local hell wildlife with a toothy grin, he assures you that he'll protect you.

You spend the day frolicking in the forest and playing in the water. Satan acting like a little lovable in nuisance, pretending to be the evil demon as he goes after you in the water. Grabbing you and dragging you closer to him as you squeal and bat water at him.

You pick flowers to put in his ponytail which he obediently lets you do (He's mad but he likes it, so he shuts up). Show building his demon strength. He picks up a whole tree from its roots out of the ground, puffing out his chest like a peacock. You sit down on that same tree after he placed it on the ground and the two of you talk about your lives, about humans, about devils... About angels. And that's the sound goes down he drives you back.

Mammon

Oh boy, instead of sending a text like any normal demon would he sends you a letter in case in gold. In that letter is Oh great... A date with Mammon dinner reservations on Saturday??? He sent you a package, too? Opening up the package, you see, Oh no, why is this in gold and white? How much is this? It feels like silk, and the price tag is conveniently on it. You tear off the price tag immediately, throwing it away. Mammon knows how to date He probably has been on tons of dates and he wants to show off. He wants to spoil you. He wants to give you the best night of your life so you'll always think of him on your other dates.

Mammon prefers you wear something of his on his dates He wants to deck you in his wealth give you what you deserve. He even is gracious enough to give you a ride to Tartaros And when you get there, you look absolutely stunning but not as stunning as Mammon looks in that tuxedo. You're staring directly at him, and he knows it. He gives you a confident smirk. His eyebrows raised giving you a 'like what you see?' look.

A fancy restaurant dimly lit in the VIP room reserved only for the king of Tartaros and his date tonight. A bottle of expensive alcohol is set on the table with two glasses. Candle lit even rose petals all over the table on the floor. You feel like You're with an A-list celebrity, The way Mammon is holding that glass and the menu. He looks seriously as if choosing his meal is the most important thing in his life. He tries to get you to order the more expensive options. He makes suggestions. "I've eaten here many times by myself. I've always gotten this one. It's pretty good. I think I'm going to have something different tonight."

You have to say the meal was amazing. And he watched you take every bite as satisfied smile on his face even asking you if it's good. "Good that's the food you deserve." He even ordered do you dessert to take home. (Your sure Satan will destroy that before you even get to it) despite how many times he would not keep his hands to himself tonight he is a gentleman holding open the door rolling out a chair for you even asking you politely if you would like this night to continue.

You thought that means going to his bed room nope. He takes you somewhere else He takes you to all the sights and tartarus he would want to show you All the sights he can show you tonight. He's upset that he can't show it to you all night. But he assures that there will be more dates.

Leviathan

Fucking terrible at dates. The whole scene plays out like Beauty and the Beast, where he demands you down for dinner, and you deny him. And his subordinates have to teach him how to ask you out properly. After they dress him up, make him look nice to you. Biting his tongue, he politely asks you down for dinner with him. You say yes because well he's not being an asshole and to be honest you barely have eaten since you came to Hades.

Levi is barely eating He is watching you the whole time to be honest he is very on edge. Is this what being on a date is? It's terrible His heart is filled with anxiety. When your eyes meet his he stumbled picking up his work and eating His cheeks turning pink.

He brings you out into the castle gardens, a place you have not been to yet. Because he brought you here and, to be honest, almost killed you. You probably see Hades as a hostile country. He wants to show you the beauty of his castle and his country. The two of you are alone in the garden. He doesn't want to be forceful again, something that his subordinates told him not to do to when your affection, but he can't help but feel a little jealous. You are admiring the beauty of The red roses and the hedges of his garden, but he wants that attention on him. He leaves your side for a second coming back with a flower. Levi does not know how to talk to people so it's hard he presents it to you quietly before stuttering "I saw you looking at them."

He could have sworn he saw you sneak a glance at him. His heart is pounding in his chest What kind of look did you give him??? Is it a glare?! Is it a smile?!! He has to know but he just can't bring himself to open his mouth as you walk down the courtyard together deeper into the garden, He keeps thinking back to how you didn't flinch away at his touch when he put the flower in your hair.

Something catches your eye: the vegetables? Your eyes light up with curiosity. Oh, look, he had never seen it before. So make sure to burn it in his mind. "Oh yes, I grow my own things here for the chefs to prepare. I'm quite picky with food. I'd rather grow my own things than worry about what the hell is imported in Hades." some vegetables you don't even recognize. He tells you about each one and what they taste like. "If you're still hungry, I can ask the chef to prepare you some-"You cut off his words when you pop a berry into his mouth. He grumbles but chews. As a bit of payback, he picks up a weird fruit and starts itching closer to you. The servants stare at you wide-eyed when you come back into the building covered in soil, their imaginations running wild.

Beelzebub

Beelzebubs style of dating is not only more casual but spontaneous. He'll just decide that "hey let's go out tonight, let's go on a date right now!" And his dating spots are more about having fun. If it isn't clubs or bars it's amusement parks or other places to have fun. You never know what you're going to get sometimes you'll start bar or club hopping, or it will be an attraction that he has been bothering you about for days.

He wants you to have fun. He wants you to let loose if he sees you hesitating only for a second film massage your shoulders. "Come on, have some fun... Abyssos is the funniest place in hell. Let's lose a little bit."He's only having fun when you're having fun. So, of course, he takes you to the best amusement park in all of Hell. Usually, the park is complete, and tickets are always sold out. "Don't worry, you're a pretty little head princess. Luckily for you, your date is the King."skipping all of the lines just because of special privilege didn't feel right to you, so you got to go in for free and do any games for free, but you agreed to still go through the lines.

You will feel like a child again for all the rights they have some of them are a little intense meant for demons of course. But there are still plenty of games and rides that are made for humans. And of course you do get to go on all of them for free so of course you're going to go on every single one of them. You practically drag each other around the park smiles big and eyes wide with wonder. Beelzebub started becoming interest in the food stalls more than the rides. He's always carrying some kind of food thing in his hand. Then he insists to go on a roller coaster. "What don't look at me like that I'm a devil a petty little roller coaster isn't going to affect me..."Cut to The glorious king of Abyssos in all his glory puking of what he just ate because the roller coaster upset his stomach.

Unlike the carnivals in the human world the games are not rigged. Devils just want to have fun according to Beel (it's just slightly gambling So you beg to differ), keep puffs out his chest and pride as he wins you a toy. You are very skeptical because Beels king status, but you take it anyway. The rush of winning hits him and suddenly you now have 20 stuffed animals and toys that you're hauling around. Good thing he has people to help him carry it :).

How the hell can this man still be eating after having his guts destroyed on that roller coaster here? He was munching away at what you think is a pretzel. Hell, food is weird??? After spending all day at the carnival, He's still hungry, asking you if You would like dinner. Usually, he would go to a club by now, but he knows that you are not a devil and you are not him, and after a day of excitement, that is enough for you.

Lucifer

He knows humans from a scientific standpoint, but he still cannot grasp human emotion. It's something that he pretends to understand, but he knows better. He has no idea how humans Court, so many things he does are a little outdated—showing up dressed nicely with some flowers and some gifts. He figured a nice walk in the park or be okay..."okay, I think I'm a little overdressed for this, I admit." He sighs. You seem to like it though so he does not care. His breath hitches when you rap an arm around his. He didn't know why he forgot that couples normally hold hands like this so he shouldn't be reacting this way.

Lucifer is silent the entire date He does not know what to say so he doesn't say anything. Really would be up to you to get him to speak ask questions and such. "Hm? Yes you can ask me anything, my dear I will not mind no matter the question, within reason of course."He is reserved He doesn't want to do anything unless you ask for it. Even though you want him to take initiative. You want him to kiss you.

You are not the only ones one dragon and one tiny little devil followed you. Peering at the two of you from the bushes. They were very excited that there King was going on a date This was a very special occasion and they want to know how it's going.

You find a place to sit, underneath a tree where the petals fall fluttering to the ground. A lot of your conversations seem to more about your health and how you've been doing and hell. You reassure him and he smiles putting an arm around you, he pulls you closer. The first time he had showed affection today, and you are loving it, nuzzling into his chest. The two of you taking the beauty around you hearing the wind looking at the cloudy sky. And enjoying each other's company. Until a cold raindrop hit you. Lucifer noticed What you thought was his cane was actually an umbrella as he opens it up. "Let's walk back home I do not want you to catch a cold."

He puts mostly you under the umbrella his shoulder dripping with water. You scoot closer to him and he invites you happily. The umbrella was something Gamigin pastored him to take with him. Nothing much happened but that's okay. Next time he proposes that you picnic when the weather is nicer. You like that idea.