#Burn Belly Fat Easily

[mehmetyildizmelbourne-blog]

Here’s Why and How to Shift from a Sugar to a Fat-Burning Metabolism

Regardless of age, when our body is fat-adapted, it can effortlessly generate energy from sugar and fat, giving us a better metabolic position and a defined body.  A long time ago, when struggling with metabolic issues, I learned that anthropological studies indicated that humans survived famines and evolved by gaining fat-adapted bodies. When studying mechanisms, I found that gluconeogenesis…

[dark-moonlust]

Filled and Stretched

Pairing: Minotaur x human F!reader

Summary: You Minotaur boyfriend gets jealous when you don’t give him enough attention. He makes sure to fuck you nice and deep, remind you how important it is not to ignore him.

Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, monster smut, explicit Minotaur smut, huge 🍆, lots of cum. Don’t like, don’t read.

You and your Minotaur boyfriend had been together for two years. You loved him. He was so big and powerful, yet deep down so tender and caring— he could also be seductive and fuck you within an inch of your life. You loved that even more.

One evening, you were in the study, reading one of the ancient books your boyfriend had fished out of the maze. This one was on Greek Mythology, the stories and sketches captivating. Before long, hours had passed with you pouring over the old pages. You tensed a little when you sensed a shift in the atmosphere around you.

Looking up from your book, you found your Minotaur resting against the doorframe. His was as tall and wide as the door, with the body of a muscular man and the head of a powerful bull. Shiny dark brown fur covered his body and large, curved horns protruded from his head. His eyes were pitch black and hungry with need.

“I almost regret getting you those books. You’ve been spending a lot of time on your own,” he said, his voice rumbling deliciously.

“Someone craves attention,” you teased, gazing at him appreciatively. He stepped closer until he was towering above you, his body honed with muscles.

“I desire your touch and affection. Enough of this stupid reading.” His massive hands wrapped around you and brought you flush against him. “I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk, little mate.”

“I accept the challenge.”

“Oh, it wasn’t a challenge,” he growled, desire burning in his eyes.

Your clothes were dragged and tossed carelessly on the floor. He lifted your small frame and got you on your knees on a chair. Big hands opened the cheeks of your ass, exposing your slick pussy to him. He kneeled behind you and closed his mouth over your fat pussy lips, suckling loudly.

Clutching the back of the chair, you moaned and wiggled your bum against his face. You wanted to get closer, you wanted him inside you. He growled, pleased as he tongued your cunt shamelessly, thrusting a thick finger in your depths. You accepted it easily, your walls stretching around it. Another one followed and you squealed as it pushed inside you.

"Please, ah, hah," your words faded as he devoured your cunt, licking your clit round and round. Your vision went white, pussy clenching violently around his thick fingers. He kept licking your oversensitive clit and you bucked, letting out long drawn out moans.

Thick hairy thighs settled on either side of your legs. He was so tall that he had curved his whole body behind you, half crouching.

You licked your lips when you felt the warmth of his leaking cock rubbing along your pussy. His shaft was thick and long, jutting angrily toward his stomach and leaking cum. Heavy balls hung low, ready to release their load inside you. You leaned back into your boyfriend’s chest and let his musky scent surround you.

His snout buried in your neck as he fingered your cunt and replaced them with his cockhead. He parted your pussy lips and moved his hips, the wide head of his dick entering you inch by delectable inch. You clutched his hands for stability, your breath hitching when he bottomed out. Your eyes closed, fires igniting within you.

You felt him throb inside you, your belly bulging with the shape of his monstrous dick.

“Pretty,” the Minotaur rumbled, rubbing your belly. He turned even harder inside you and you hissed as the head of his cock kissed your cervix.

“You’re impossible.”

“I haven’t even began to fuck you crazy.”

You didn’t manage to reply because he started thrusting, fucking you with primal ferocity, his thrusts deep and powerful. You were so slick that his cock came out frothing with your juices. He buried himself over and over while his heavy balls hit the back of your thighs.

He fucked you to the edge of ecstasy and you came hard around him, sweet climax rolling through you. Your contractions made him pump faster, and with a defeating roar, he spurted inside you, his cock pulsing so strongly that you came again with violent aftershocks. Load after load of hot cum was released inside you, it filled your belly and trickled down your shaking legs.

Inhuman hands cupped your tits, thumbs rubbing your nipples and around the areolas. You collapsed on his chest and he growled, lifting you gently by cupping under your knees. Gasping, you wrapped your arms around him as he walked with you strapped on his dick. You landed face down on the bed but he turned you onto your side, spooning you with his large hairy body from behind.

“Now, onto round two, little mate,” he drawled and began to fuck you again.

Hours passed with him owning your pussy. Your voice turned hoarse from all the moaning and crying out. And when your Minotaur was finally sated, the sheets reeked of your sex and his cum. Too fucked to do anything about it now, you curled up in the curve of his big strong body and let sleep take you.

You’d make sure to challenge him again.

[ssweetleaf]

doll parts.

summary: you agree to let dr crane experiment on you for ‘scientific purposes’.

jonathan crane x fem!reader

includes: SMUT 18+, based on this ask here <3, dub-con, clit play, fingering, overstimulation, kinda innocent!reader, doctor kink, jon being a condescending ass, unprotected p in v

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When you agreed to let Dr Crane experiment on you, you certainly hadn’t had anything remotely crude on your mind. A few tests, you thought, maybe he’d take your bloods— anything to help his scientific studies along and you agreed to be his little guinea pig for the day.

So, when he had you undress and get upon his silver operating table, it was quite the shock.

“Push your knees up to your chest,” he hummed, having you hold them in place while he analysed your pussy, “gotta make sure these tests are thorough, don’t wanna miss a thing.”

Jonathan ran a knuckle through your folds watching them flutter around his digit and coat it in your sweet slick, clit throbbing in anticipation just waiting for his touch.

“D-Dr Crane,” you stuttered out, finding it hard to keep your mewls choked down when he used a thumb and forefinger to spread you open, inspecting you even deeper. “I don’t think this is appropriate.”

You didn’t notice the flicker of a smirk that lifted his mouth before he pouted at you, mocking you, though you had no idea.

“But you said you’d let me experiment on you, sweetheart,” he cooed, using his other hand to pat at your thigh, attempting to somewhat calm your heavy breaths and wide eyes. “It’s for scientific purposes, you know that.”

You bit your lip, unsure.

“For science?” You repeated hopefully, staring at him with glistening eyes, eager to help the young scientist in any way, even if it did mean touching your most private parts.

“For science.” He nodded, “now be a good little patient and let the doctor carry on with his tests.”

Your cheeks burned, but you nodded anyway.

“O-of course, doctor.”

You resumed your position, chest already heaving from the tense atmosphere, peering down at his trailing hands when they squeezed at the fat of your thighs.

Jonathan’s thumb and forefinger parted your pussy lips, opening you up for him and exposing the pretty little pearl of your clit. With his other hand, he pressed his thumb to it, rubbing in figure eights, watching your facial expressions and how they changed with such simple touches, soft whines escaping the confines of your throat.

His eyes flitted back to your cunt, watching your arousal seep with each circle of his thumb, your hole clenching, desperate to be filled.

So he did just that and slipped a finger inside you, curling the digit upwards as it hit the base of his knuckle, and he smirked when you gasped at the sudden intrusion, your wetness just letting him slip right in, having him easily add another finger on his outward thrust.

“Oh, doctor,” you breathed, clenching hard around his fingers, the crude squelching causing your cheeks to burn.

“How do you feel, dear?” He asked, the tips of his fingers prodding at the spongy wall of your g-spot.

“F-feels good,” you managed to choke out, bashfully meeting his smug gaze. “I’ve never felt like this before.”

A virgin, he thought. Of course you were, pathetic little lamb— with the way you shivered from just his words alone he should’ve known. Hell, it made him harder, cock growing and forming a tent underneath his slacks, throbbing hotly and just begging to be released.

“I’m so glad to hear it, dear,” he cooed, reaching up to pat at your cheek with his palm, a little too hard, though you were sure he didn’t mean a thing by it.

With each passing moment, your belly started to tighten, growing warm and tingly, butterflies were flapping around and you felt like you needed to pee.

“Dr Crane, I feel strange,” you pouted, tears threatening to ebb over your waterline, it felt so good, but so unfamiliar.

“Just let go, darling,” he said, “this is what I was hoping for— my tests are going absolutely splendidly.”

Before you knew it, your orgasm rushed over you, your slick gushing along his fingers and down his wrist, your pussy clenching and spasming around his still prodding digits and you heaved out sobs. The feeling was so intense, so good, you hadn’t realised anything could feel as good as what Jonathan had made you feel.

“Say thank you, dear, it’s only polite.” He was smirking, though you somehow mistook it for a smile.

You nodded your head, staring at him with big, glassy eyes.

“Of course,” you breathed, “thank you, doctor.”

You had started to settle, your breathing and heartbeat evening out, until Jonathan’s thumb pressed to your clit once again, rolling and playing with the sensitive nub.

You whined out, you didn’t think you had it in you to go again. You grabbed onto his wrist, clawing at his skin and gasping into the stuffy air.

“In our agreement you said you’d take whatever I gave you, correct?” He spoke, an unoccupied hand grabbing at your cheeks, your lips jutting out into a pout.

You nodded, eyes wide like saucers and you shifted from all the fondling to your poor clit.

“Am I correct?” He repeated, much more stern that time, his jaw clenching and eyes narrowing from underneath his lenses.

“Y-yes, doctor.” You nodded.

“Well then,” he muttered, letting go of your face, directing his attention to your quivering cunt. “You’ll be a good girl and do just that.”

Quickly, another orgasm approached, simply by him playing with your abused little clit, urging you to cum for him and watch your hole quiver around nothing.

One after the other, over and over again, you came around his fingers and on his hand, your body heaving and jolting from the constant painful pleasure, he had to restrain you with a hand to your stomach, pinning you to the table and forcing you to ride out each orgasm.

Jonathan’s cock was painfully hard, and he reached down to palm at himself, smirking when he caught you staring, pussy fluttering at the sight.

“Now for my last experiment,” he pulled at his belt, tugging it from the loops and unzipping his fly, grasping at his cock, he pulled it from his briefs, pumping himself a few times, little beads of pearlescent pre-cum dripping from his tip.

You were babbling, completely inebriated from his touch— he was so long, and just the right amount of thickness, veins protruding along either side and underneath, his tip a pretty shade of red that had your mouth watering.

“Let’s see if you can take this, hm?” He mocked you, pouting down at your pathetic form, tears streaming down your cheeks, long lines of mascara staining your skin all the way down your neck. “M’sure you can— been so greedy for everything I’ve given you so far.”

He tapped his cock against your pussy, the wetness splashing up against your thighs, the obscene sounds of your sopping cunt had you blushing.

He pushed into you without a warning, to the hilt with no resistance, your creamy pussy letting him slip right inside, the mushroomed head of his pretty cock nudging at your spot so deep inside, even his fingers couldn’t reach.

Oh, you felt so full.

“Such a good little patient.” He groaned. “On second thoughts, I might need you to stay overnight— get a much more thorough examination.”

[usedtobecooler]

thinking about being eddie and steve's little cock hungry fucktoy <;3

content warnings: sexual content (18+ minors dni), mmf threesome, double penetration, vaginal sex, anal sex, nipple play, dacryphilia, dirty talk, degradation.

eddie's underneath you, thick cock rocking into your tight hole until you're gasping and writhing around on top of him. he has you pinned, large hands grabbing at squishy handfuls of your inner thighs to keep you spread wide for steve as he slides two fingers into your dripping cunt.

your hands grapple for purchase behind your head, settling in eddie's unruly curls and tugging hard — he punches his hips upwards, rocking your limp body until your head lolls back onto his shoulder, pushing his cock further into your ass and splitting you apart from the inside out. you cry out, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

it feels so good that all coherency has evaporated, brain turning to a puddle of mush — steve grins at you, crooks his fingers upwards until you're rutting into his hand, rocking yourself down on them both in tandem. eddie grunts, slapping his hand down on your thigh, the loud crack of skin connecting with skin echoing in the electricity-filled room.

"think we can get another one out of her, harrington?" eddie's gravelly, thick voice bounces in your ears, his chest vibrating and sending the shockwaves through your back, leaving you shivering and begging silently, arching into him and baring your throat.

you're dumb. reduced to nothing more than a cock hungry whore, pliant under large, roaming hands. aching to be filled and used however they want you.

you'd lost count of how many times they'd made you cum already. in the back of your mind you think it's surpassed six, at least. your clit swollen and tender from fingers and tongues and teeth.

steve knew that, knew your cunt needed filled now, clit thrumming and all feeling lost in it a few orgasms ago. the rough pads of his fingertips brush over that fucking spot, pressing down on the spongey softness of it until you're keening.

he cackles. tan, mole flecked skin gleaming with sweat in the luminescence of the sun shining through the crack in the curtains — god, when did daylight break? how long had you been like this? your mind races, eyes crossing as eddie slowly, languidly fucks your ass, huffing small groans into your ear, smearing wet hot kisses on the junction where your neck meets your collarbone.

"i think we could easily get more than one from her, c'mon, look how desperate she is. feel how desperate she is." steve looks at eddie over your shoulder, cocking his head to the side, crooking his fingers at the same time — your tummy quivers, pussy fluttering around the long digits sinking in and out, making sloppy sounds that sound like heaven to both men.

"i— i'm not—" your eyebrows marry together as you struggle to form a sentence, sweat matting your hair to your forehead as you're rocked back and forth between the both of them. they're talking about you like you're not even there — using and abusing your holes and taking you for everything you've got. it makes you all the more dizzy, knowing they're thinking of you as nothing more than a dirty sex toy to pass around.

eddie chuckles, pouting enough that you can feel it when his lips purse against your heated skin, "aww, sweetheart. nothing going on in that tiny little brain of yours, huh?" he taunts, palms at the thick fat of your inner thigh again, this time soothing and squeezing it, setting your body alight.

steve's thumb swipes over your abused clit and you swear your vision whites out for a moment — it feels bruised, battered, enough so that it almost hurts when he brushes it. teeters on the right side of too much.

they worked together too well, steve and eddie. knowing glances between them had all four hands, all twenty fingers working together to work you up and push you over the edge in a record time. the deep, burning heat pooling in your belly and igniting just as quick.

the force of your orgasm shocks you — wracks through you until you're vibrating and clenching down around them both. eddie loses a slight bit of composure, whining high pitched as you hold his cock prisoner in the tight heat of your ass, pussy gushing even wetter than before and dripping down his balls.

"'atta girl, honey," steve coos, always more gentle than eddie and sure to give you the praise he knew you deserved, fingers slipping deftly from your cunt — only to be replaced just as quickly by the blunt, thick head of his cock.

you cry out, wiggling away but helpless to it. you're pinned in place at either side, two weighty, hard bodies holding you hostage. steve's cock slides into you with minimal resistance, pressing snug in the tight walls of your pussy.

you don't miss the way eddie groans, pushes up into your ass and moves his hands from your spread legs to grip at steve momentarily — "holy shit, can fucking feel you splitting her open, jesus christ."

they both give you a moment, if you could even call it that, before they're giving each other a knowing look over your shoulder. they look at each other like you're not even there, a silent agreement as they begin fucking you.

and it's not slow. at all. it's fast, brutal, teeters on violent as steve slides out and sinks back in, simultaneously pushing you down onto eddie and forcing him deeper into your ass until you're practically screaming.

it feels so fucking good you're sick with it. you're so full you feel like you could be torn open, but the way they work together with roaming hands and heavy bodies eases and relaxes you until you're nothing but a whimpering, begging cockwhore.

"who do you fuckin' belong to, baby, huh?" eddie's voice is unwavering, hands roaming from your waist to your tits that bounce with every harsh thrust, fingers gripping and twisting at your nipples until you're wailing and thrashing around on top of him, pushing both of their cocks out slightly, "use your words. now."

steve's hips piston into yours, emphasizing the brutal force by rolling his pelvis when he's buried as deep as he can go. you're so stupid and hazy you can't reply. all you can do is grab onto the meat of steve's bicep and cry out, tears spilling down your cheeks as every part of your body is set on fire with rough touches.

"answer him, don't be a brat," steve grunts, gripping under your thigh to bend your leg upwards to your chest, somehow opening you up so he can fuck into you deeper, harder.

"i'm—" you choke on your words, eyes rolling into your skull when steve's blunt cockhead catches on your spongey wall just right and drags, "fuck, fuck — m'yours, yours, all yours."

the clapping of their hips against yours increases tenfold as your pussy floods and gushes for them, eddie grunting and pulling at your nipples until you wail, steve biting and nipping at your collarbone.

you're reduced to nothing more than a set of holes for them to use as they please. you don't want it to end, never want it to stop.

eddie's tongue is sharp, a deep, rumbling laugh escaping him, "perfect, sweetheart. that's it, fuck. you gonna let us both cum in you, hmm? fill you up nice? you love it, being used like a cumrag, don't you?"

steve grunts from where he mouths at your flushed skin, hips stuttering, "shut your filthy fucking mouth, munson," he snarks, bitchy, "you're gonna make me cum too quick."

"don't worry, steve. i'm right there with you," eddie admits, "she's so fucking tight, goddamn you should feel it. if she ever lets you in her ass, that is."

you want to yell 'i'm right here!' — instead all that comes out is a desperate, whimpering moan, as your orgasm crescendos and washes over you in tidal waves. the stimulation hitting you like a freight train all at once and driving you over the edge.

you feel your cunt gushing, both holes clenching and unclenching sporadically as you cum, hard. the breath feels like it's knocked from your lungs, winding you. body going limp as you flop around like a ragdoll between both men.

"so good for us, sweet girl, oh fuck, fuck," steve groans, gripping onto your thigh tight enough to leave bruises as his cock kicks up and pulses inside of you, painting your cunt in his cum. you feel it paint your insides, hot and sticky, drooling from your aching, used walls.

"jesusfuckingchrist," you barely register eddie's voice as he pulls you down by the hips and practically impales you on his cock, rocking your hips back and forth on him and biting down on your shoulder until tears prick at your eyes. he grunts and moans into your salty skin, hands rough yet soothing on your sore hips as he unloads in you.

they apologise for being so rough later on, in their own ways. steve showers you down gently and kisses every last mark they left behind with soft lips. eddie tickles and rubs your back until you fall asleep, leaving you a pliant, contented mess of limbs.

[shaisuki]

“what a whore you turned out to be.”

your face burns in embarrassment along with your body that is touched by the sparks of pleasure from rubbing your cunt to your master's stomach.

clicking his tongue while he looks at you unimpressed. his favorite concubine using his stomach to get off. your pussy drools with slick, covering his stomach with and despite the expression he was showing, fascination is embedded on them. chuckling to himself how he can easily get you flustered. hot and bothered. degrading you by the acts that he forced you to commit.

“tell me how does it feel rubbing your greedy cunt in your master's stomach, pet?”

“it f—feels good, sukuna-sama. f-feels good.” speech slurred along the rhythm you're forcing your body to move to please your master along your body. breasts squeezed by your arms while you pressed your palms in his chest.

“can it compare to the pleasure of my cocks splitting your greedy pussy?” one of his large hands grasping your soft jaw. his nails digging to your skin and blood drips, cascading to his fingers. multiple red eyes watching your own eyes to turn misty from how good you are feeling and the filthy words he is forcing you to come from your own dirty mouth.

you clit bumps in the hard ridge of his stomach, jolting and crying from the overwhelming feeling of your pussy being stimulated. “no. it can't sukuna-sama! my greedy pussy can only be satisfied being split open by your cocks!”

the king of curses is satisfied with your answer. a large smirk plastered in his face while thick droplets of tears rolls down in your round cheeks. you were his truly favored concubine. always know where to push the buttons and the words to say to please him and you are ought to be rewarded but he could relish this sight a little more.

your round stomach jiggles and sways with your every move. fixated on his favorite body part, the part where he gives it the most attention. the thick layered skin covering your precious organs and he would sometimes think if that belly of yours will still be soft after his seed had taken root. his brat being nurtured in that womb and growing in your stomach. also adores that fat pussy that greedily swallows his cocks like it was never enough that always wants to be filled with his cum until it drips out of you. a pleasing sight it is.

sukuna chuckles, watching as his favorite concubine changes her facial expression. nearing your release.

“i'm feeling generous tonight. cum and i'll reward you.” placing his chin in one of his arms.

with the permission given by your master. you came. body shaking from the intensity of the efforts you hardly worked for just to please your master. soft pants and your skin being covered with sweat and thighs clenching.

you await for further orders from your master and you dare meet his gaze and only to meet a satisfied smirk.

“good girl, little one. obedient and utterly devoted.” he spoke dripping with pride from how well you followed his orders. two of his arms hoisted you above and placing you above his hardened cocks.

“ride my cocks and you will be filled with my cum until a brat comes along.”

[drunkenbagel]

day two: size kink - könig

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Pairing: König (CoD) x f!reader Content/warnings: +18 CONTENTS MINORS DNI! size kink, praising, dirty talking, v fingering, p in v, use of pet names, creampie

König knew he was big. Most of the times he even tried to make himself smaller around other people, but there was just something about knowing he could easily manhandle your much smaller sized self.

Something about how you blushed when he towered over you, trying his best not to cum on the spot when you tried to take him in your throat, eyes prickling with tears at both the length and girth of his dick in your mouth.

“It's not going to fit” you said with wide eyes the first time you saw him in his full naked glory.

“You can take it, Liebe” he said as he got a big finger inside of your already soaking cunt. “My good girl can take me over and over, we just have to work you up a little.”

You whined at his words, a gasp falling from your lips as he got another finger inside you, working in and out of you, getting used to the size. When he added a third finger and curved them to brush the sensitive spot, it wasn't long until your legs trembled and heat started pooling on your lower belly.

“That's it, Liebe, cum for me so I can fuck you nice and deep” he said with a grumble as he kissed your neck.

It didn't take much longer until you snapped and gripped at his biceps while gasping his name as you came in his fingers. He brought them up to his lips and not breaking eye contact, he licked them clean.

“Can't waste anything, can we?” he said in a low voice as you felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment and need.

He positioned himself between your legs, getting his fat tip into your soaked folds, pushing inwards. You gasped at the sudden intrusion and gripped the sheets, your body tensing up.

“Relax for me, liebling” he said hovering over you, leaving soft kisses on your jaw and your neck.

You could feel him pushing farther, feeling like your insides were on fire at the feeling of his big dick making its way, molding you.

“Look at you, taking me so well” he gasped, barely containing himself when he saw his dick disappearing inside of you. “Your pretty little pussy is swallowing me. Doing so good for me.”

You whimpered at the praise. You would be lying if you said it didn't hurt, but it was a burning sensation that felt just too good.

Just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, you felt his fat tip pushing against your cervix, hips clashing with another. König stilled, breathing heavily and trying not to cum at the sight of your lower belly, swollen with the outline of his dick inside of you. He moved back, taking almost all of his length out before clashing your hips together again, making you cry out in pleasure, burning sensation growing in you.

“Fuck, you're taking me so well, liebling, you feel so good. God, I could fuck this pretty little pussy of yours all day” he gasped at every thrust inside of you, each faster than the one before. It was mind numbing, the feeling of his dick making way in and out of you, molding you to his will and ruining you for any other. “Meine schöne Liebe”

You couldn't think straight. The praise, the overwhelming feeling of his cock fucking you relentlessly, the feeling of his soft lips and wet tongue on your sensitive spots in your neck, it was all too much.

You felt the coiling sensation growing back on your belly as he stroked your clit.

“König, please- I need to- I-” you stammered, trying to finish a coherent sentence, but your fucked out brain couldn't make any.

“I know, liebling, me too” he said, gasps and moans mixing each other in your mouths. “Cum with me, darling. Let me feel you come around me”

You squeezed your eyes shut, mouth open agape as you loudly moaned, his name escaping your lips ever so lovely. He didn't last much longer as he felt you tighten around him, pussy gripping his dick until he came with a long, low grunt, filling you up to the brim until cum leaked out of you.

He couldn't help but get hard again at the sight of you, cock drunk and fucked silly, string of cum and juices connecting his tip with your leaking cunt. You yelped when he thrust his full length inside again, his name coming out between gasps and breathy moans. He couldn't stop looking at how his dick made your belly swollen, mushy walls of your cunt squeezing him.

”I'm just getting started with you, liebling.”

[boytumms]

Hey guys! This is a little collab I did with @let-me-fill-you, they've sent me many wonderful prompts in the past and I liked one so much I asked them to expand one so I could draw something for it!

Although it is a fine summer's day, you are cold, beneath the earth. For several minutes, you have followed the abbot into the bowels of the monastery, far deeper than you believed, deeper even than the catacombs. Thankfully, it hasn't been a single spiralling staircase all the way down, or else your head might've twisted off from sheer dizziness. But there is a growing pit of unease in your stomach. Where is the abbot leading you? And why now, immediately after you took your vows? Every time you think to ask, the words catch in your throat or the abbot speaks first, "This way." You are grateful for his guidance, at least. It's a maze down here - and the architecture has taken a turn for the unfamiliar, making the darkness all the more unnerving. Could it be that the monastery was built atop an older structure? The order is old, dating back centuries. You haven't the slightest notion of what might've come before. But you have a growing suspicion you're about to find out.

Soon, you see light ahead, stronger than the lantern borne by the abbot. You see a barred door, flanked by two members of your order... but they're not dressed in the monastic habit. Instead, they are clad in fine armor, made of what appears to be... silver? It gleams in the fire-light, lustrous and covered in filigree. No, not filigree, you realize as you draw closer. Runes. Protective spells. Your eyes drift from one's cuirass to his belt, and what you see isn't a cudgel - as expected of simple monks - but a blade, slender and deadly. Your blood chills, on the verge of becoming ice. You look to the abbot in trepidation.

The abbot's expression is grave. "Now that you are one of us, bound by oath, it is time you learned the truth of our order - our shame, and our obligation." He beckons you closer to the door - a great, heavy door, barred not once but twice. You hesitate to move from your spot, but the abbot is patient (and insistent). As you step forth, you console yourself with the knowledge that a door like this is not easily opened, and you are not alone. You should be safe. Should be...

Once you're close enough, the abbot slides open a slot for you to peer through, into darkness - but you hear it before you see it, whatever it is. You hear... moaning? It's dull and low, but clearly in pain. It's enough to raise your hairs; you feel the urge to pull away before something lunges out of the darkness, but you also feel the abbot's gaze boring into your skull, locking you in place. So you continue to stare into the darkness, until your eyes adjust.

And what you see is... a boy? Pale and thin as bone, his face veiled by a head of unkempt hair. You cannot tell if he's conscious, but his lips are open, from which the moaning emanates. He is chained to a rock, jutting out of the ground like a crooked tooth, kept halfway between standing and laying. His wrists, locked tightly within manacles bolted into the stone itself, are starkly red and raw from chafing. You imagine his ankles are similarly bound, but you cannot see them because, well... his stomach is in the way. You cannot believe your eyes. This isn't a gut swollen in hunger, but a sack of flesh, bloated like a fat mosquito, hanging from his skeletal frame all the way down to the rough stone floor, obscuring the entire lower half of his body. His belly, though it feels inappropriate to call it that (it doesn't look like an extension of himself, more like he is attached to it) is huge and ugly - shaped like a droplet from some great weight inside it, and wider than his shoulders, stretched perilously thin and marred with unflattering stretch marks and spider veins. Chains crisscross the gravid expanse, again not made of iron but hallowed silver - and wherever these hold tight, there seem to be burn marks.

Your stomach curdles. What could possibly necessitate this barbaric treatment? Then, as if in direct response to your thought, you see it - something huge and powerful, squirming and shifting within the boy's belly, pushing this way and that, recoiling from the silver, protruding in between the gaps. This isn't a silent affair - you hear the boy's skin creaking as it is stretched to its utmost, you hear sloshing (of amniotic fluid?), you hear sizzling as the tortured skin makes contact with the silver, and worst of all you hear a muffled growling of something vicious and hateful, and you hear the boy's moaning increase...

But it's cut off by the rasp of metal, as the slot is shut in front of your face, startling you. Refocusing on the abbot, you blink a few times, readjusting to the lantern light on this side of the door.

The abbot's expression has not changed, but did he always look so tired? Perhaps it is you who has changed, from the person you were just a minute ago, before you saw that. You look deep into his eyes for answers, a justification of any kind.

He tells you, with solemn cadence, "You must bury whatever sympathy you have for that boy. He contains Armageddon - a monster so terrible that, had it been allowed to enter our world, would have doomed us all. It is trapped in there, but we must remain vigilant. So long as he carries that monster, it will not allow him to age. And he must not die, or else that thing will be free to find another host, another womb to bear it. It may seem cruel to keep him like this, but remember your vows. You have a duty to your brothers and sisters, and the world beyond these walls. You must close your heart to his suffering. In the days to come - not today, or tomorrow, but soon - you'll be expected to feed him, to give him water. It's a heavy burden we share between us, so the onus does not break any one of us. And when that time comes, he will speak to you. He will cry, he will beg, he will howl and scream for the slightest of accommodations, a loosening of his shackles, anything to alleviate his pain, and you will know in your heart that his pleas are genuine. You must not listen to him. The devil does not speak through him - it has nothing to say to us - but it will use our better angels against us." The abbot places a heavy hand on your shoulder. "No one is deserving of that boy's fate. But he must suffer it all the same."

After that, the abbot leads you back to the surface, back into the warm light of day. But you remain cold.

[grimesgirll]

heyy could you write Negan smut, with them both fighting for dominance while they fuck, taunting each other; Maybe because they known each other before the apocalypse so she isn’t as intimidated by Negan like the rest.

you have to be the hottest thing he’s seen in quite sometime.

negan, simon, and dwight had heard the gunshots from your shotgun and stumbled upon you; all alone, fending off a few dozen walkers.

simon had insisted that they leave and not risk their safety for “some broad”, and negan was on board until he realized that wasn’t just any broad - it was you.

the three cut through the horde of walkers at negan's insistence. braving bloated corpses and trudging over the trampled isn't a simple feat - even with guns. minutes pass until you're finally face to face. half dazed, you did a double take once your eyes suddenly met the disgraced gym teacher's.

then you hit the ground.

when you woke up, mr. smith was there. you were shocked to see him and even more surprised to learn that he was the leader of an up and coming survival group.

“what about your wife?” you’d asked. “mrs. smith is really cool.”

made slightly dramatic by age, the pained twist of the former faculty's face has you regretting your question.

mrs. smith was really cool.

mr. smith had once been too. kind as well. negan is looks cool, and you can't deny that there's a cult of personality that can't be beat with him. not kind though.

no, you'd learned your first week that the gym teacher who had once teased you about college partying on the playground was now a certified psychopath. as a teaching assistant and faculty shadow at the school, you'd befriended negan easily. the two of you pulled off witty banter as you dropped the kids off for gym, even accepting invitations to join the day's activity.

mr. smith was no more and negan's now burning faces off. you'd seen that. just like you'd seen the floggings, the beatings, the spankings, and even the wall. waking up one day to see the nurse you'd grown fond of outside wandering as a walker was enough for you to tweak.

“what did she do?”

negan looks up from a map of northern virginia to grin at you. “hey, doll! what’s goin’ on?” he kicks his feet up on the desk. “don’t see much of you around here.”

“yeah, because i can barely get by your goons.”

he shrugs. “seems like you got up here just fine.”

you’d sideskirted fat joey when he left his post to top off his dr. pepper. it was easy enough to walk your way to negan’s office to confront him.

“why is the woman who trained me walking around the front yard as a zombie?” you question, not breaking eye contact with the smirking leader. “what could she have done to deserve that?” you let out an exasperated breath, reigning it in with another deep umhals before asking, “don’t you think that’s fucking extreme?”

if negan softens, you really can’t tell. all that comes from the man is a laugh. “you mean the nurse who was planning on robbin’ us all blind and hightailing it with nearly all of our narcotics?”

you don’t even have the care to gawk at him. “could she not have been rehabilitated?”

he scoffs at you. “once an addict, always an addict.”

a sudden wave of dread comes over you, and for a moment you think it may be your lunch coming back up but one look at your former fellow faculty member and you know it’s purely disgust.

“she was my friend!”

“you’ll make more!”

“she was my only friend here,” the words croak out of your mouth.

negan just chews on his lip and shrugs. “sorry, honey, you’ll just have to start bein’ friendlier then.” a smirk spreads across his leather-like, aged face. “might have to drop the whole resting bitch face.”

you’re fuming. the column of rage growing from your belly pangs with no place to go. “for you freaks?”

your outburst has fat joey huffing and puffing his way through the threshold of the door.

“everything, okay, boss?” the grunt looks from your red face to his relaxed leader. “sorry bout’ her. she shouldn’t be up here.”

negan waves a hand. “don’t worry about it, joey. i can handle her.”

joey nods when a “handle me?” is flying from your mouth and negan just shoots him a cheeky grin.

“let me walk you back down there, doll.” negan insists.

when he rises from his desk, you realize how he towers over you, something you’d never clocked despite how often you two had been in close quarters back at school. you’re glaring up to meet his dark eyes - the ones that glint in the light like he hadn’t subjected a young woman to the most gruesome death - not including her life after death.

“this way, you,” negan is shepherding you with a hand on your back and all you can do is grumble as you pass his lazy goon.

once the two of you are in the hallway, you slap his hand off of him. “don’t touch me,” you sneer.

he chuckles. “whatever you wish, princess, just stop interrupting me from my important shit with your emotional shit, ‘kay?”

you shake your head. “what would mrs. smith think of all this? surely you don’t think you’re in the right. your wife would’ve hated this.”

negan gestures to the empty, desolate stairwell the two of you are descending. “she look like she’s here?”

“doesn’t matter. what happened to your morals?” you spit, stopping in your tracks to turn and face the taller man, standing on a higher step so that you’re both at eye level. “you were a school teacher.”

“yeah, and you would’ve been dead if we hadn’t brought you in.”

“so i should be happy with the freak show you’re putting on here?”

the expressive leader throws his arms out to motion to the compound. “look around, it’s bread and circuses!” he says simply. “you work, you get a bed, and a safe place to live.” a devious expression overtakes his countenance. “and a show!”

“i hate it here.” you declare nastily.

he snorts. “you hate not being in control, and all the safe little assurances we had before. things are different now.”

“no,” you counter, face coming closer to his. “you’re different now.”

“gotta be to survive nowadays, darlin’, now hurry it up. you need to get back to stitchin’ up my men so they can go out and bring you back ravioli, morphine, soap, toilet paper, all that shit you’re bitchin’ about having.”

“you’re a psycho,” you huff at him as he ushers you down the stairs, another level, and the familiar way towards the infirmary.

“you’re just not adjusted yet. just stick to changing bedpans and we won’t have a problem,” negan instructs with a hand on your back again.

you brush him off once you two have entered the sterile, white infirmary where doctor carson is talking quietly with one of negan’s goons.

“what’s goin’ on here, doc?” negan questions, startling the two.

negan’s man is pale - and sweating buckets. the doctor stands from his bedside to face negan.

“hello, negan, we were just finishing up.”

“finishing up what?”

the pit in your stomach grows when you notice the sickly man on the bed scurrying to fold the fabric of his shirt back over his stomach. the doctor has a pokerface but you didn’t need them to answer to know what was going on.

“what’s goin’ on, dan? feelin’ alright?” negan doesn’t give the doctor a chance to answer before he’s next to his commissioned scavenger, towering over him now.

dan nods. “feelin’ fine. just scraped up and tired as hell after gettin’ back from carolina.”

“i bet!” that loud voice booms throughout the room. “mighty long trip that was. thanks again, man.” the clap to dan’s back from his leader almost has him buckling. “but you don’t look so good, bud. got something to tell me?”

“negan-,” the doctor starts but he’s quickly silenced by a simple raise of the leader’s hand.

“nope, doc. i wanna hear it from dan here.”

the man’s nervous eyes flicker from doctor carson and to you. you want to crumple where you stand. though his eyes are pleading, there’s nothing you can do. only manage your growing disgust as you watch negan reach for his sidearm.

then negan does something that surprises you, he leans down to embrace the man in a hug.

“thank you, it was just a long trip.” dan’s bumbling, but negan shushes him.

“don’t worry bout’ it, dan.”

that’s when the bullet departs the chamber and implants itself in dan’s brain.

the man who’d just been alive slumps down and falls onto the newly bloodied bedsheets. the white wall behind him is sprayed with brains and chrome. the salt and pepper haired leader stands from the bed and yawns, stretching as if he wasn’t leaving a mess of blood and trauma for you and the doctor to clean up and process.

“back to work. keep an eye on her, doc.”

“negan, you sick fuck.”

this time, negan’s holding his council and heatedly harping on gregory.

the man lets out an exasperated breath. “who the fuck wasn’t watching the door?”

his legion of doom is bewildered to see the sullen nurse standing in the doorway. dwight’s apathetic as always, but is the first to offer to escort you out while simon’s telling gregory to “shut the fuck up” and laura’s looking at you as if no one could be more annoying as to drag this meeting on.

“joey!”

one shout and you hear heavy footsteps thudding down the hall. breathing raggedly, the guard wraps himself around the doorway and drops his sandwich at the sight of you.

“so sorry, boss. she really sneaks in!”

the older man just shakes his head. “don’t let it happen again or gregory gets it.”

laughter erupts from the room. everyone at the table is dropping their dauntless demeanor as if on cue. the only one not laughing is gregory of course.

“negan, listen-,”

“ah!” negan interrupts him, straining against his leather jacket when he turns his body towards him. “you shut it! i hate having my shit interrupted, and i hate having supply drops interrupted far more than meetings.” he directs his attention from the man from hilltop back to you. “why don’t you just take a seat, honey? we’ll be done soon.”

you shake your head. “i’m not trying to stay here any longer than i have to. i need this sorted out now.”

“if you wanna talk, doll, you’ll have to wait your turn. i’m talking to gregory right now.”

“i don’t even want to talk to you.”

he exhales flippantly. “then why are you here? interrupting my important meeting.”

“i came for my shotgun.”

negan chuckles, crossing his arms. “you think you’re gettin’ that thing back? after the mood you’ve been stirring up here?”

you do your best to ignore the way he’s laughing and dismissing you or how he’s manspreading all over the chair he’s parked in.

“i need my stuff now. i’m leaving tonight.”

it’s like the air’s been sucked out of the room. you can see negan’s jaw tighten in real time, and the room stiffens. waiting for a reaction is half the angst but you don’t have time for it. don’t even want to defend your decision, especially in front of everyone here.

“out!”

chair legs scrape against the ground as some of negan’s senior partners in psychopathy begin to egress.

gregory is just looking flabbergasted. “but we had a meeting?”

“everyone, out. now!”

all it takes is a “negan doesn’t like to repeat himself” and dwight is shuffling gregory out of the room, simon taking up the rear.

“see you soon, hun’,” he taunts to you.

you don’t have enough time to process his words because he’s shutting the door behind you and probably mentally rescheduling this meeting. you could care less.

“enough, negan smith.” he blinks at the full name callout. “i want my stuff and i’ll be out of your hair. you won’t have to worry about me.”

negan’s off his feet again and sitting on top of the table now. he points to the chair next to the head. “sit.”

“i don’t want to sit.” you insist. “i already told you, i don’t want to talk, i want to go.”

“yeah, well we’re gonna talk first, so sit your ass down.”

you don’t want to spend anymore time in this nutjob factory than you have to but you want your shotgun back. so you walk across the room and you stand at the chair.

“what do you have to say to me?” you inquire.

“god, look at you!”

you roll your eyes.

“a few weeks after getting your life saved, getting your needs taken care of and you’re ready to go back to that?”

“i don’t want to be at your constant mercy.” you say plainly. “not that you can really call it mercy.”

with every retort from him being a laugh, your patience is growing thin. he snickers upon seeing your frown. “so, you want to take your chances out there instead of taking a little time to let me help figure out your problem?”

you throw up your hands. “figure out my problem? i came to you to help figure out my problem and you said to just deal with it. to ‘adjust’. well, i can’t. i can’t live like this. it’s not humane.”

“yeah, and it’s humane out there?”

“better than bitching in here.”

“well, i think i can help with that. won’t be getting your shotgun back.”

“oh, so you can’t help at all?” you snap.

he whistles. “never said that.” his eyes drop from your gaze down your torso to your thighs. he pats the table next to him. “come sit on the table.”

“no. i want to go. now.”

“alright then.”

“negan!”

you exclaim when he scootches off the table to scoop you up by your legs and middle and plop you down.

“let doctor negan see if he can help.”

“what are you-,”

“ah! look at that.”

“ah!”

the sudden sensation of a finger against your denim covered cunt has your face flushing and red. “been touched there in a while, honey?”

“just give me my shotgun,” you breathe, desperately trying with your eye contact to communicate that things aren’t going the way you expected.

“let me give you some reprieve, clear your head, and then we can see if you still want your shotgun.”

you shake your head as he starts pulling down your pants. “you think your wife would be okay with this?”

“she here?”

you curse yourself for giving him such an easy answer. you curse yourself for not doing anything other than pouting and wiggling once he’s at your waistband. you curse the little wet spot soaked though your underwear even more.

“god, i knew confrontation would get you wet.”

“so you planned this?”

the older man shakes his head, taking another moment to fully lock eyes with you, even as he towers over you on the table. “no, i’m thinking that we both walked into this.”

maybe you shouldn’t have walked in, you ponder as negan walks your undies down your thighs with his fingers and walks them right back to your dripping center. the hair you have down there is already slick, a damp curtain pried open by negan’s thick fingers.

“shit,” you rasp when a finger braves the pool of anticipation that’s only growing and delves further against your inner walls.

“want me stop there?” the fucker’s finger stills inside of you and the other dancing just above your clit comes to a halt.

you don’t respond, just lock eyes with negan and try to catch your breath. “that’s not fair,” you point out in a voice just above a whisper. “can’t stop now.”

“or can i?”

you shake your head. “don’t.”

maybe clearing the tension that’s been building like a twentieth century skyscraper inside of you will sort you out. or you could just say fuck it. the world’s ended anyways.

negan surely fucks a finger stationed inside of you back and forth. twisting and testing the waters before adding another. the extra finger curls inside you deliciously while he utilizes another to play around your clit.

the attention he’s paying to your once undisturbed nether regions is enough to have you creaking and moaning like an old door hinge and hinging forward into negan. he’s quick to let you fall forward into his arms. the sudden acceptance is all he needs to speed up.

“i know that feels good, honey.”

“mhmm,” you murmur into his shoulder.

there’s a spot inside of you that he’s massaging just right and another on your exterior; an x doesn’t need to mark the spot for him to rile up your clit. slow, lazy circles have you grinding against him on the table. how can you bemoan him when he’s about to pull the perfect release from you?

you know that because your breath is picking up again and you’re blubbering into his sturdy shoulder. those motions are telltale. mrs. smith’s memory hasn’t kept this man celibate.

the widower has his hand on your back again and the hand beneath you has its own task. the task at hand is executed with more skill than any boy you’d ever fooled around with in college or anyone who came after - not that there were many given how things had gone. you’d like to think that if shit hadn’t hit the fan, you would’ve settled down with someone like mr. smith but younger. this would have to do.

“clenchin’ so tight just around my fingers, baby. you always had the hots for me?”

you shake your head no truthfully. “this is the hots?”

“you feel hot down there baby, and my are you hot.” he lands the compliment with a kiss. you lean in, letting his tongue slip into your mouth because you’re too occupied with the build up brewing inside of you.

one glance down between you two and you see his fingers pumping. your heart rate jumps when you see the addition of another and now you’re being stretched out on his fingers on this table.

“god, you’re gorgeous. what a sweet little thing to have fallen into my lap.”

you curl further into his lap, legs now around him and his fingers knuckle deep inside of you. all he has to do is curl his fingers and you’re yowling. “mhm, they’re deep.” you say, brain just observing.

“too deep?”

“no.”

thus, they plunge further. until the extra finger on the outside is stirring up more than your slick and heat courses through you. you shudder against negan but that doesn’t stop his routine. the shape of his fingers change inside of you and you’re bucking against him to feel each one.

“fuck, i’m gonna come,” you don’t want to say it out loud but you do anyways.

“on my fingers?” negan sniggers. “you poor thing. c’mon now, i know it must’ve been a while.” he presses the pad of his thumb against your clit. “just let go, honey, it’ll help.”

and it does.

letting your lizard brain take the lead is all you need for your mind to go blank. if even for a second, it releases the anxiety and the anger that’d consumed you. you pulse and clamp down around his digits until suddenly he’s not moving at all but you’re rotating your hips against him.

riding out such a feeling, you blink the tears out of your eyes and do a double take once you notice negan removing his fingers and starting on his belt.

“what’re you doing?” you question, pussy still pulsing with a mind of its own.

“if you thought that helped you relax, this will put you to sleep. no more sleeping pills for you, darlin’.”

“how did you know about that?”

“doctor carson doesn’t keep secrets from me. he didn’t need to tell me you weren’t adjusting well either.” negan states matter-of-factly, then dropping his blue plaid boxers.

you’re not sure how you’re going to adjust to the sight you’re met with. the cock in front of you is larger than any you’ve ever seen before. if negan’s fingers had you losing it, this thing will ruin you.

“i don’t think it’s gonna fit,” you admit when his hands land on your hips.

the distance between your needy bare entrance and his thick dick is only inches now. you shudder at the longing that’s whipping you and your thoughts around. you moan when he slides his hard, veiny cock against your entrance, slapping it against you once for good measure.

“nope, you’re tougher than you think.”

you meet his eyes again as if to question him. sure, he feels good against you but this is next level. better than fiction but what would happen after you both got your orgasms out of the way?

there’s no time for you to speculate because his lips are on yours again and you feel him lining himself up against you. “you want me to fuck all those fears out of your head, honey? you wanna feel good?”

how can you say no to that?

one nod of your head and his tip is teasing you. it takes you telling him, “please, put it in. i want it,” and then he’s plunging inside.

your face scrunches as a little burn becomes prominent from his size, but he kisses the lines away from your face. your temple, your nose, your lips, your cheek, he’s kissing you, saying, “good girl. you’re doing fantastic.”

you just eat up the praise and look down to see your pussy devouring him whole. the first two or three inches were a struggle just from lack of use but your lack of pleasure - the near sexual deprivation you’d experienced since shit hit the fan - overcomes it, and is pleasantly fulfilled.

in and out of you, negan works his hips and you can’t be happier. could a man you’d branded a psycho just minutes before be so adept at addressing your pleasure?

seems like it.

“god, you fuck well for a gym teacher.”

negan won’t let the snide comment slide so he wraps up his tour of purple rain against your collarbone to simper at you. “yeah, and for a frigid bitch, this pussy is hot and ready.”

“maybe i’m one of those dumb girls who’s attracted to psychos and serial killers?” you ponder playfully and wrap your arms negan’s neck to pull him in closer.

“oh, i’m gonna fuck you dumb, honey, don’t worry.” and with a roll of his hips, you have no reason to worry he won’t live up to his words.

you whine when he suddenly rams into you. his girth juts along your tight, inner walls. you meet his gaze again and just looking at his smug face has you tightening around him.

“god, baby, did you just fuckin’ squeeze me?”

“can you adjust?”

he grunts. “can you?”

you don’t have time to ask what you could possibly have to adapt to next because negan’s turning you into your stomach onto the table, tossing his leather jacket down for you to bury your face into. his absence from between your thighs brings on another whine but one moment of motion and now you feel him flush against your back, filling you to the brink with his cock.

“yeah, bet that brain can’t even think about an escape plan with that dumb little pussy stuffed so full. you gonna’ be able to walk tomorrow, honey?” he asks you tenderly as if he’s not on the verge of taking out your cervix.

“ne-negan! sto-,”

“-stop what?” he gyrates his hips nice and slow into you, dragging on the sensitive insides of your poor, overstimulated little cunt. “stop fucking you? because the way your pussy is clampin’ down, i don’t even know how i’m backing out of here baby.”

“don’t!” you beg.

“what?” he leans down to take your chin in his hands and see the angsty, pleasure induced tear starting to roll down your cheek. “god, you even look pretty when you cry. fuckin’ face like that.”

hips are stammering and negan’s words burn straight through to your core. he moans like a motherfucker when he feels the squeeze of your clingy little core on him. haywire all of this had gone, and now your climax is taking you over the edge.

“negan, don’t stop. don’t stop. don’t be an asshole,” you’re pleading.

he’s back to spearing you on his cock, leveraging your hips and throwing his head back. “don’t think i could, baby. not with a pussy this fucking fantastic.”

the praise is what does you in for the second time. any thought of undead nurses or public floggings leaves your brain and all you’re left with is the molten hot pleasure exploding inside of you. negan’s hand drifts down to your clit to have you absolutely crushing his cock.

“god, doll, you’re fuckin’ tight. so fuckin’ hot when you come like that. gonna have me doing a fuckin’ one and done for now.”

the huskiness of his voice and the twitch of him against your walls only eggs you on. your eyes are shut tight but you he’s all you can imagine. head on top of his jacket, you breathe in his scent, musky with a hint of the same cologne he wore back at school, and you’re creaming around him.

“fuck, doll!”

and he’s shooting his cream inside of you. the warmth fills you up and you no longer have the energy to move. any gyration of your hips has halted. a few more thrusts and he’s in the same boat. he collapses atop you for just a moment before pulling out and padding towards the table against the wall laden with napkins and refreshments that were supposed to be for the meeting.

you don’t turn your head but you can hear him grabbing some paper towels off the roll and clutching some other things.

“just gonna wipe between your legs,” he instructs and you let him.

your forehead against the table and those pretty eyes squeezed shut has negan rethinking a thing or two. suddenly he’s regretting not fucking you like the sweet thing you are. you deserved better than a table - at least his soft, king sized mattress if not a cloud.

once he finishes, he pats your back and nudges you up where he’s waiting with a water bottle - already open with the cap off. you accept with no issue and gulp the mini-sized bottle down easily.

“listen, why don’t you have dinner with the girls and i tonight? i’m not gonna give you your shotgun back just yet, but might change your mind about some things.”

[adhd-fandom-hyperfocus]

✧₊⁺ Dessert ✧₊⁺

Pairing: Titus x Reader(f)

Arthur's Note: It wrote this for the fat Titus lovers. It's not long, truth be told, I am not comfortable writing smut ;_; and panic every time I write it. So here we are. My small humble offering for the kinky masses. Implied reader is female. Proofread? Never heard of her

Warnings: feederism stuff, breeding kink just at the end, but very light. It's pron without plot y'all.

18+ Minors DNI

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The bed groaned as he sat down. You had told him to go and relax while you cleaned up the dishes. His large frame resting on the bed, larger now thanks to you. If he weren't a smarter man, a man resistant to warp influence he might think you an agent of the power excess here to slow him down and leave him helpless in doing his duty. But you were not that. Just a simple woman with desire to care for him. And care you did.

Titus smiled as he rubbed the sides of his full middle. It was too easy to just gorge himself when you cooked. Eat like he was some starving baseline. But then again once he was called for duty it could be months before he could taste you and your food again. So yes, he was being gluttonous. He could hear your walk in, smell you too. He licked his lips and smiled, suddenly very hungry again, but for something sweeter...juicer. Oh yes, you had an ulterior motive, but what it was he didn't know, and he willingly let himself be consumed by it.

“You know I am starting to think you are trying to fatten me up on purpose.” Titus moaned as he tried to soothe his stomach with ginger strokes with his calloused hand.

“Trying?” you echo, delicate fingers tracing the curves of his belly, the effects of her work, “I think I have succeeded My Lord.”

The impish smile at your words, the scent of your sweet sex filling his nose, your delicate touch. He was drunk on it all, consumed. His tongue still dancing over his lips, angry it still did not have what it craved. You have ruined him, and he let it. Regretted none of it. He was yours. You lean close to his ear, “I am. Show everyone who you belong to, and make sure you understand no one can sate you like me. No one can sate your hunger like me.”

You lick and nip at his ear, smiling as he groans at your words. He was so close, right where you wanted him, but dessert was never given without a proper beg. You grin as he gasps your name, and you pull back so you can go back to rubbing his belly, “Tell me. Is my beloved full already?” you tease, knowing the answer.

A soft whimper, so soft for a man of his size and power, “Please...no, just a little more. Something sweeter.”

Despite how many times this has happened, Titus always got a little sheepish at this part. Perhaps it was the Astartes conditioning that always made begging, asking like this, uncomfortable.

“Oh, a little dessert for eating all of dinner?” you coo climbing onto the bed, and straddling his round middle. Your weight made him gasp and bark out a needy moan. He could easily take what he wanted. Do what he wanted, but he loved this; feeling weak and out of control. A nice chance of pace, and you were so kind to play your part. Maybe a too well.

You rock on his middle and Titus fights to keep his thoughts from scattering so he can get what he wants, “Yes.” was all he could muster, his hands gripping your thighs as he fights to not just jerk you on his face.

There was fire in his belly and burned down to his raging erection. He wanted to be in you, he wanted to devour you; he wanted it all at once. It was maddening. You lean forward still grinding on him, your beautiful hands tracing those beautiful lips. How he instinctively kissed and licked those fingers, craving you.

“Say, please. My Lord.” you say so sweetly.

“Please!” his normally deep raspy voice cracked with need.

That was all you needed, with a kiss on his chest and a nod from you Titus pulled you onto his face and started to devour you. Your cries filled the room as the man feasted like a starved madman. His tongue plunged so deep into your core you almost felt he might consume you, desperate to taste and have you.

He doesn't even stop for air, mouth, and tongue merciless in his hunger for you. Your body shakes as he feasts like the king he is to you. Because like you said now he knows none would satisfy him the same way. Care for him like you do. The tension and boiling stimulation inside reaches a fever pitch and before you can catch your breath from him licking up his reward for being such a gluttonous lover, you are pushed onto your back. Titus is grinning down at you licking his wet lips.

“I just had the most delicious idea my love,” he croons getting close to your ear, nibbling on it and kissing down your neck, “I think I would like to make sure all know you belong to me now. For when I am gone, yes?”

You feel his cock press against your still raw folds, “The milk you will produce for out child will be so sweet, I just know it,” he continued pushing himself inside you. You gasp as he starts to plunge himself to the hilt inside you.

You smile dreamily, completely and utterly yours. What a gluttonous husband you've made.

[fatbellyboysstuff]

I've seen many feedees write about how theyd love to be able to not work and just laze around, being spoiled like princesses/princes. and as much as I love this for them (I hope you get to live that dream someday!!) I can't really relate because I actually love my job/going to work! so here are some fantasies and thoughts for those of us who want to keep working:

getting fast food breakfast at a drive through on your way to work everyday

your feeder packing you a big lunch everyday

your uniform becoming tighter and tighter, having to ask for a size up constantly until your boss tells you they don't have larger sizes

eating so much lunch it'd have been enough for three of your coworkers and then trying to secretly rub your aching gut at your desk

having a snack drawer in your desk, snacking mindlessly while working, easily getting an extra 1000 kcal in every day

your ever fattening belly starting to push into the desk, your chair digging into your love handles more and more

your coworker bringing in cake on their birthday and giving you two pieces without you even asking

everyone around you talking about their newest fad diet while you are so proud of reaching your latest gaining goal

noticing your new fat getting in the way more and more, no matter what you do.

getting home all tired after being on your feet all day, your feeder waiting for you with a large home cooked meal. stuffing your gut til you feel like you're going to burst, leaving you still bloated the next morning

spending your days off just laying around, eating and eating and eating, your work clothes ever so slightly smaller on your next work day

your boss reassigning you to different tasks that are less physically demanding, making you burn less calories and growing fatter even faster

feeling yourself getting distracted from your work more often because of all the new softness on your body

being so aware of your size all the time, feeling your body jiggle with the slightest movement, getting more confident the more you grow

just some things I keep on thinking about, if you have more, feel free to add some! 🥰🤤

[daddy-suguru]

Rip Suguru's little wife, I feel like his babies would be bigger than average so pregnancy is extra exhausting when you're carrying his child (he'd get so horny watching you struggle with your large belly tho)

anonymous-asked a question!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ❥ pregnancy sex, fingering, lactation, daddy/mama

Suguru would love to come up behind you and slip his hands underneath your large round belly. And lift it up, bringing the pressure off your lower back and legs.

The way you softly sigh and lean back into his large body. He wants to fondle the rest of you, but he doesn’t want to take away the relief he is offering you.

Suguru groans, “Mm mama you look so damn beautiful, with my baby boy growing in you and your tits swelling full of milk.” You cup your breasts softly, whining at the tender soreness of them. While warm milk seeps into your shirt, creating a small wet spot.

You tell Suguru, “They are getting a bit too full. I keep having to squeeze them to get the milk out.” Slipping his hands out from underneath your belly. While you whine, as the weight comes back to you.

He says, “I’m not surprised your breasts have gotten so fat like your belly. My little mama is growing my baby after all, he is going to need a lot of milk.” He walks around your, his attention on your fat breasts and even larger belly. The sight making his cock twitch.

“In the mean time till he gets here Daddy is going to help you out. Go sit down in the bed with your legs spread apart, so I can take my time fingering you till you cum while suck the sweet milk out of your tits.”

↬ Ok still in the spirit of getting carried away. Suguru would love to show your round belly off to Satoru. But since your often very tired and don’t leave the house much that means Suguru has Satoru over more often.

↬ He would be taking so many pictures of you. And would adore seeing you in loose fitting dresses alongside his shirt the most. Since it’s so easy for him to slip between your legs.

↬ Suguru would be addicted to the extra warmth your pussy gets when your pregnant. And would be extra soft and sweet while making love to his pregnant lover. There is also the way he would praise you; “Mmmng your pussy is burning hot and squeezing me so tightly.”

↬ Half a year later Suguru is trying to get you knocked up again. Suguru wants to see you waddling around the house, with your swollen belly again. And getting to be the one who makes you that way drives him wild.

↬ Suguru is strong so even when your getting really round. He can easily lift you off his cock. Which means lotus position one of his favorite ways to make love to you.

↬ He loves stopping and giving you a break. And feeling your hot pussy throb around him while he fondles your breasts. To see the milk drip from it making sex messier.

↬ Suguru will then carrying you to the bathroom not matter how big your belly gets. And once you get big enough this becomes his favorite way to move you places. Since he will encourage you to stay off your feet and let him move you.

[miupow]

soobin's first rut [crave-verse drabble]

╰┈➤ werewolf!soobin x fem!reader (kind of) x werewolf!beomgyu

NSFW, MDNI! dark content warning, dubcon, free use, in rut/heat cycles, werewolf!txt, poly!txt mention, mean dom!beomgyu, dom!soobin, not much actual smut am sorry 😭

words. ~800

Soobin is… a late bloomer, compared to the rest of his pack. He was the second oldest, yet still hadn’t had his first rut— he hardly had any wolf in him at all, if he had to be honest. no rut, no overbearing instinct, nothing that set his brothers apart from normal humans. he was starting to think that maybe there was something wrong with him.

And then you came along.

It was like Soobin had been possessed by some demon, influence overwhelming to the point he would nearly act without thinking; he was haunted by the need to claim, to protect, to own. It frightened him, made him want to keep his distance from you, keep you as theirs and never his— you were for his brothers, not for him. he had no instincts to fulfill.

Yet why was he waking up at night in a cold sweat, groggy and lightheaded, flushed skin burning hot and everything smelling so overwhelmingly of you.

His first instinct was to pretend that everything was completely fine. He holed himself up in his room, was the first to volunteer for hunting trips or supplies runs— anything to keep away from you, your pretty face, your delicious scent.

He caught himself growling at Yeonjun when he went to grab for your hand. Soobin had never growled at anyone before, let alone his elder. Beomgyu’s near-constant demand for your attention was met less with Soobin’s usual annoyance and more with genuine, possessive aggression. Soobin had never acted like this before— Soobin had never felt like this before. Teetering on the edge. Just seconds away from losing control.

Soobin decides that he can’t take it anymore when Yeonjun uses you one night, and Soobin can smell your dripping cunt from all the way in his bedroom. Your arousal so thick in the air he could nearly taste it, unable to hide from your moans and whimpers even with his head buried in his pillows. He finally fell asleep after he had coated his hand, belly and sheets in his cum.

He goes to Beomgyu about it.

“You’re going into rut, hyung.” he snickered matter-of-factly, like it was obvious. It probably was to everyone other than Soobin himself. “Finally, jeez. I was starting to think you’d never have one.”

“What… do I do?” Soobin asks, jittery. He’s never been this out of his element in his life. “I can’t be out like this.”

“What do you do?!” Beomgyu guffaws, annoying maniacal laughter making Soobin’s head hurt. “We have a toy for a reason. Make her your bitch for a few days.”

Soobin blanches. He hadn’t even done so much as touch you before, too scared of intimidating you with his size. You seemed so small and frail… so easily breakable. “But what if I hurt her?”

“She can take it.” Beomgyu sneers. “It’s what she was made for.”

“Put your cock where it belongs.” Beomgyu spits, nasty, grabbing hard at your hair so you arch your back more, present yourself to Soobin— Soobin who can’t tear his eyes away from your drooling pussy, who is trying his absolute hardest to breathe through his mouth, not lose himself completely in your scent.

Soobin hesitates, but he’s just a man— he fumbles with his belt, presses the fat head of his cock against your quivering entrance. “Too big—!” you whimper when Soobin begins to push himself in, causing the older boy to stop completely, only having pushed just the tip inside of you. Soobin’s hands flutter around your hips like he doesn’t know what to do with them.

“Shut up and take it,” Beomgyu hisses into your ear, pulling harder at your hair. “Soobin, don’t listen to her, she’s being a whiny bitch. Just fuck her already.”

You whine pathetically when Soobin’s grip on your hips tighten considerably. It’s taking every bit of him not to push himself balls-deep in one thrust. “I’ll hurt her…” Soobin repeats, out of breath like he’d run a mile.

Beomgyu tsks. “Y/N, tell him to fuck you.”

“Soo— bin…” you warble, pushing your ass against Soobin’s hips, causing his cock to slip further inside of you. “Soobin, please, want it…”

“A-are you sure?!” Soobin’s hips are twitching like they have a mind of their own, fighting against him to push even farther into your wet warm cunt.

“She’s fuckin’ sure—“ Beomgyu butt in, but was cut off by your pretty high pitched moans.

“Go ahead, Binnie! I know you want to~” even with Beomgyu’s hand tangled in your hair, you manage to turn around to give Soobin a pretty, wobbly smile, “You can let go now.”

So Soobin does.

And you end up not being able to walk properly for a week.

[monster-disaster]

[dragon] Athos + sneak peek

"And what do we have here?" He breaks the silence. His words are deep with sleep and filled with amusement.

His sudden voice makes you jump as you snap your head up, barely avoiding the edge of the desk with your forehead. A startled gasp escapes your lips, and he can hear it when you snap the box shut in your hands. Your eyes are wide with panic as you look over him.

From this angle, still squatting behind the desk, he seems even taller and larger than usual. You can see the hard cords of his muscles moving with every breath he takes as his chest expands behind his thick arms. The greenish scales turn to faded yellow on his front, drawing your attention from his stoic face to the thin layer of fat on his stomach. His belly only adds to his sturdy form, though. He is a big boy who clearly lives even more comfortably than his ancestors did once in their caves.

When you don't answer, you are too busy staring at him, he breaks the silence once again.

"I'm sure you have some explanation for trying to steal from me." His voice is dangerously low, sending shivers through your spine as you stand up on your shaky legs, gripping the edge of the desk the whole time.

He is wrong, though. Your lips open and close several times without a word leaving your throat. You don't know what to say that could make your situation better. Despite what it looks like, you are not here to steal? Yeah, you are sure it would work.

"Come on," Athos coos, approaching you slowly and confidently. Both of you know who is the predator here, and it's clearly not you. His eyes don't leave you even for a second, and before you know it, he stands in front of you, glancing down at the still-open drawer with the box inside. He scoffs and pushes it close with a lazy kick of his leg, and for some reason, embarrassment starts to burn your cheeks.

You knew what would happen if he found you. One can't steal from a dragon so easily and without any risks.

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[coeurify]

c-can you develop your "needing abby to shove my face into a pillow n make me cry" thing in something? 👉🏻👈🏻😔 only if you're comfortable doing so or if you would like to write about her!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ under the cut, rough!abby, strap use, and some degradation. lol.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: first time writing abby so hope its alright! if not… idk slap me. or send more abby requests <33.

You were sure there was nothing better than this.

Than the soft plush of your comforter under your knees, than your bare back pressed flush to the sticky with sweat skin of your girlfriend’s chest.

Abby had easily pulled you into this position, not even having the control to lay you down after you had greeted her coming home by clambering to your knees on the bed, a smile as bright as the sun gracing your cheeks when she opened the bedroom door. It was cute, cute enough to distract the blonde for a moment before she saw the open expanse of your thighs. You had been wearing nothing but and itsy bitsy shirt, and those lacey underwear she loved so much.

Abby had swore something fierce under her breath, commanding you to turn to face the headboard and stay in that kneeling position. For a moment you let yourself rest despite this, the heels of your feet pressing against your bottom. You swore it took a matter of only seconds before the larger blonde was behind you, tearing off her own shirt and tapping your ass to raise you into that propped up position again.

You didn’t have a chance to chastise her for ripping the pretty underwear and messily pulling your shirt off you. You couldn’t even complain about her not laying you down before she was slamming into you, muttering praises about how wet and ready you were for her cock. The strap she seemed to have rushed to put on had drove you wordless nearly simultaneously with that first thrust.

So you were here, whining against Abby’s grip on your hips. She didn’t speak much, her eyes focused instead on where her strap was disappearing into your center and coming back out soaked. Her large hands were for sure bruising the fat of your hips, not that you minded. But what you did mind was when she slowed down, aiming to watch her strap slowly sheath its way into you again. “Taking it so well, doll.”

Without much thought your hand travelled down your belly, looking to make up for the lost friction that came from Abby’s curiosity. One finger found your clit, rubbing in circles to bring you back to that toe curling state again. You bit back a moan, head tilting back against Abby.

Her blue eyes flicked up for a moment, glancing at your parted lips as you began to shift more. Abby knew it wasn’t from her thrusts, which had slown for her own enjoyment, not paying your own much mind. Her gaze wandered down, finding the source of your new surge of pleasure. Your pretty little hand playing with your own clit— which had very much not been approved by her.

Abby’s jaw clenched, and still as steady as ever, she completely pulled out. A sharp whine passed your lips, and you pressed back against her harshly. That burn in your belly slipping away quickly from the change. Your chest heaved, and you swallowed, lips moving to begin asking questions. Abby was faster than your dizzy mind, a larger and stronger hand coming to rip away the hand that had stilled against your clit.. and then the other.

Without her hands holding you upright, and your own now behind your back, nothing stopped you as you fell face forward into the bed with a yelp. You only had one quick movement to turn your head so you could breathe, red cheek pressed against your silky pillow.

It was easy for Abby to wrap only one hand around your wrists, holding them against your back as the other arm lifted your hips. The position burned your middle, arching an uncomfortable amount against her.

“Ab-“ you began, blinking your fuzzy eyes a few times. Not much made sense, your skin on fire with each small movement, brain going into that mushy dumbed out space only Abby brought on.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” Abby questions stiffly, showering you with an immediate feeling of the need to curl into a ball, shame rising into your throat and nose— burning every little nerve there. She hadn’t given you permission, and you were sure to face the consequences for that.

When you don’t answer right away, Abby bucks her hips roughly against you, pushing you further into a bend that makes you cry out, unable to move away from it because of the hands trapped behind your back. Her calloused fingers rub against your wrists before squeezing harder. Even the slightest bit of her strength had left you with bruises before, so you quickly began babbling to stop the harshness.

“No, no abs, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't- I wasn't thinkin,” you choked out, drool pooling in your mouth as you tried to shout more apologies. It's cut short when Abby presses her strap back against your core, and slams her hips in with newfound vigor. Every time you thought you had seen the most of the blonde’s strength.. you were proven wrong. The sheer force sends another cry tumbling from your lips, eyes stinging from the sensation.

“No,” Abby huffs, a few strands falling from the tightly pulled braid and in front of her face. If you could see it right now you would have mumbled something about how pretty she was looking like this. But your only view was the blurry wall to your side as tears pooled in your eyes. You try to lift your head to readjust even slightly, but the hand holding your hip moves to shove it back down, Abby’s large fingers curling in your messy hair.

“You weren’t thinking,” she continues, “You never really do, huh doll? No brain up there the second I get my cock in you— right?” Her hips snap again, and you do your best to stay in the position she wants, wheezing as your face presses more into the side of the plush pillow.

You don’t know you’re crying until the wetness drops onto the pillow beside you, pooling and dripping against your hot cheek. Panting, you blink quickly, trying to stop the tears. It’s no use, every new thrust of the strap sends a new wave down your face. It’s accompanied by moans and whimpers so wanton that Abby thinks she could live in this moment forever, hearing those sounds forever. Your own thoughts dont even make sense, quick flashes of colors and feelings that go to fast to untangle any of them out. Its pure bliss.

“Never gonna do that again, right doll? Gonna be good for me instead of a dumb little girl?”

You can't nod in your position, and you aren’t sure words would come out making any type of sense at the moment, so you can only moan in response. It seems enough for the blonde above you, who quickens her already bruising pace. Your lips let out a little sob, and Abby glances down at your red cheeks, your face smushed against the pillow that now had a wet spot from your tears. It makes something darker, warmer fester in her stomach as your eyes glaze over.

Yea, Abby was sure there was nothing better than this too.

[nymphoheretic]

Nymph: BLEACH IS BACK!! Have a little repost from my old blog.

Synopsis: Shunsui has a silver tongue. And he shows you truly what it can do.

Warnings: Oral sex (Fem receiving), fingering, praise, squirting, implied sex

Word Count:0.7k

Pairing: Shunsui Kyouraku x F!reader

Network: @enchantedforest-network

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Shunsui was a man of many sweet and tender words; his silver tongue could swoon and charm anyone. He could talk anyone he wanted out of their clothing and into his bed. A few sweetened words and with a charming smile to match his already handsome face? And you were a puddle at his feet.

The quick silver tongue of his easily swayed you into his bed with your legs over his shoulders, fingers curling into his long, chocolate-brown hair as he tasted you. His honey-like words of tender praise echoing in your ears. Your fingers tug at his hair when his tongue flicks over your soaked clit, vibrating it over the sensitive nerve. Your mouth drops open in a silent scream when two of his thick fingers ease inside.

“You’re such a good girl.” He purrs inbetween gentle sucks. “Tastes so good on my tongue. I could spend an eternity feasting on you.” Shunsui kisses your clit, lips melding against the slick flesh as he basically makes out with your pussy. He thrusts his middle and ring fingers into your sopping hole as his other hand pulls back the hood of your clit so that his tongue could tease it even more.

Your back arches off the bed as your fingers tighten in his hair; not sure if it’s to get away from the intense pleasure or to keep his head where it was. Your voice comes out in a keen as he ups the rhythm of his thrusting fingers, twisting them as he moves in and out. “Shunsui!” Pushing at his head when the pressure starts to become too much, you gasp when he locks your legs over his shoulders as his arms come to bar down your hips.

Shunsui looks up from his spot between your silken thighs. “Don’t run from me, pretty girl. You were doing so good for me. Let me make you feel so good, my sweet.” His tongue dips into your quivering hole, licking up a fat stripe through your drooling walls. He hums at the taste that coats his buds. Shunsui moans as he sucks on your lower lips, becoming drunk off of your essence. “You’re so sweet. Better than the finest of sake.”

You feel your face heat with embarrassment as his words sent a streak of fire down your body that settled in the pit of your belly. It tightens with each flick of his skilled tongue; each rough rub of his stubble against your lips as his chin moves up and down. Your clit buzzes, thrums with pleaure as the heat spreads down your belly. “Oh, spirits!” You yelp. Palms striking the mattress as your hips twists to free yourself from his hold. “G’nna cum, Shunsui!”

“Go head, pretty girl. Cum f’me.” He encourages, his voice muffled by your cunt. His fingers twist even more as he thrust them into you. His unrelenting tongue continues to flick over your clit, pushing you closer and closer to that edge. “You’re doing so good.”

“Oh, my…Fuck! Shunsui!” You whine out his name loudly as your walls quivered around his fingers as your slick coats his tongue. Your body goes limp as you bask in the afterglow of your orgasm. Or so you would if Shunsui slowed down his fevered licks and thrusting fingers. Your belly felt tingly as the overstim started to sting. You push at his head in vain, squeezing your thighs together. “Shunsui! Stop it!”

Your clit was throbbing, pulsing in tune with your heartbeat. You felt a weird sensation burning in your tummy and you kept pushing at his head. “Shunsui!” You yelp, pulling at his long brown hair as he slurps at your pussy in lanquid licks. “Please! Feels weird! Like I’m gonna pee!”

Shunsui pauses for a moment, his dark eyes twinkling mischievously. “Just let it go, princess, You did so good for me, Let me reward you by letting you make a mess on my face.” His thumb comes up to swirl over your clit as he places a kiss on your quivering hole. “Let go.”

With one more harsh suck and a skilled flick of his thumb, you let go.  A clear jet of liquid shot out of your body, landing on his tongue and chin as it smeared in his stubble. Your chest heaves as you struggle to breathe. “Shun….” you gasp out. “What was…”

He sits up on his elbows, kissing your sticky mound. “I just made you squirt, my dear." Shunsui sits up and unties the sash that holds his pants up, his cock throbbing against his thigh. “Now let’s see if I can make you do that with my cock, shall we?”

[eating-whole-cakes]

I want us both to constantly be gorging ourselves. I want to spend our evenings and weekends naked with 10 big comfy duvets stacked on top of each other on the floor, surrounded by our favourite desserts and cakes and food and wine.

I want you to watch me eat, I want to watch you eat. I want to feed you and guide more food into that greedy mouth. I want you to shove calorie dense, fattening baked goods into my mouth and use your hand to move my mouth up and down when I chew. I wanna fill our bellies until they’re throbbing and we can see new stretch marks forming. I want to have lazy, hedonistic, fat, animalistic sex. I want to taste the sweat on your body because you’re getting so heavy you overheat so easily now.

I want to squeeze and jiggle your belly, ass and bite your back rolls gently, I know it makes you tingle. I want to squeeze and massage your fat thighs. I want you to put your hands around my fat belly and move and shake it. I want to tell each other how huge we’re getting and how we look like completely different people because we just got so, fucking, fat. Eat. Fuck. Eat. Fuck. Drink. Eat. Eat. Fuck.

I want us to put on at least 5 pounds a week. I want to take turns on top, it’s not fair to make a fatty do that exercise every time. We can’t burn too many calories so we’ll have to alternate. I want to cum inside a fat, squishy, hot, warm pussy. How could I ever experience anything else after my cock has had your fat, obese, lazy, soft, delicious pussy.

I want to have to lift your giant belly, so that I can rest my huge, swollen gut on your pussy and use it to press again your clit when I penetrate you.

They say personal growth is important in a relationship but I guess I had a different definition darling.