#Pork Belly Press

[dear-aubade]

Hello, i really like everything you write about Joel, i am so in love with him😭💕

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What if reader has been having some insecurities lately and Joel fcks her in front of a mirror, worshipping her and telling her how beautiful she is🎀💖

Here you go anon, hope you like it!

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: You start pulling away from Joel because you’re having doubts about yourself. Joel decides to do something about it.

Notes: smut, p in v, Joel pulls out, praise, body worship, reader has body dysmorphia, reader has insecurities, soft!Joel, dom!Joel, sub!reader, mirror sex

A/n: Yes, I put a Pride and Prejudice reference in there (iykyk 😘)

“Give yourself a compliment.”

The past few weeks, you had been having some…doubts, to say the least. Before, it had been just you and Joel fending for yourselves out in the woods, traveling West. Just you and Joel against the world.

Then you found Jackson.

Oh, what a haven it was. Even if Joel’s brother hadn’t been here, even if you knew nobody in town, you still would have convinced Joel to stay. They had hot water, heating, and goddamn coffee of all things? Yeah. You guys were sticking around.

Not only were you able to shower once a day, but your diet had also changed drastically. Instead of only eating a couple sticks of jerky and some crackers for dinner each day, you had the luxury of consuming steamed broccoli, roast pork, and such excellent boiled potatoes—it had been many years since you’d had such an exemplary vegetable. Now you always went to bed with a full belly.

The diet change was reflected in the way you looked. You could no longer see your ribs through your skin, and your thigh gap was gone. Your eyes looked less sunken, your cheekbones less protruding. Your hips were a little rounder, your tummy a little softer. And you knew that it was a good thing, that it meant you were getting over the malnourishment and becoming healthy again, that you were at a perfectly normal weight for your height—you knew that.

But a small part of your brain whispered otherwise. It didn’t matter if it was healthy or not, it didn’t matter if you had looked like a walking skeleton before, you were getting bigger. You started to wonder if it was getting harder for Joel to lift you during your activities in the bedroom. You started to wonder if he didn’t know what to do with each pound you gained, if he preferred you when you were smaller and lighter, even if you had only been skin and bones.

And so you started to pull away.

You still pleasured Joel, of course. You’d wake him up with your mouth on him, or kiss him while grinding on his bulge. But each time he tried to pull at your clothes to return the favor you’d shake your head and give him some lame excuse like I’m tired, or I promised Maria I’d go help her organize the inventory lists.

Eventually Joel had had enough. He sat you down and kept pushing and pushing, trying to know what was the matter. And oh…his callused hands cupping your face had been so gentle. His eyes had been so soft. You had confessed everything then and there through your tears.

Which brought you to now.

You were in the bathroom in just your bra and panties with Joel standing behind you, one hand gently lingering on the small of your back as you both faced the mirror.

“Give yourself a compliment,” Joel repeated.

Your brow creased and you shook your head. “I can’t,” you whispered.

Joel met your gaze in the mirror. “Come on, sweetheart. You—”

You shook your head again, tears blooming in your eyes.

Joel stood there for a few moments, his hand still stroking over the small of your back. Soon he spoke. “Well, I’ll start, then,” he said, his voice tender. “That alright with you, darlin’?”

He didn’t give you time to reply. He lifted your hand to his lips and pressed an achingly soft kiss to the back of it. “I love your hands,” he whispered. “Look at ‘em—so small, so soft. I like it when you use ‘em to run through my hair, or when I hold your hand as we walk through town.”

He moved his hand up to gently hold your chin. “And your face—my gorgeous girl. And those eyes… I love when you let me hold your cheek as I kiss those soft lips…”

Joel kissed the sensitive patch of skin beneath your jaw and your breath hitched. You could feel his smile against you as he moved down, kissing along your neck to your shoulder. His hands went to your hips and squeezed.

You hesitated, doubt filling you. “Joel—”

“Ah, I’m not done yet.” He kneaded at the softness on your hips and thighs. “Oh…I love this piece of you, honey…grabbin’ onto these hips every time I wanna tell everyone you’re mine, or when I’m drivin’ into you in the bedroom.”

Your breath caught at that, cheeks flushing the same color as the strawberries that Maria was starting to grow for the town.

Joel chuckled and before you knew it your bra was unhooked and tossed across the room, but that didn’t matter because the moment it was gone Joel’s hands were there. You gasped again as he started to gently squeeze, thumbs flicking over the peaks.

“And these,” he went on, voice dropping lower. “You’re so soft, babygirl, ‘specially these pretty tits. Just wanna kiss ‘em and bite ‘em all day every day.” He pinched one of your nipples and you whimpered. You could feel his bulge pressing into you from behind.

One of his hands stayed working on your breast as the other flattened and smoothed down the front of your torso. “And this pretty tummy…makes me so happy to see you like this, baby. Full of food every night. It means I’m doin’ my job providin’ for you.”

Joel’s relentless touching was really getting to you. You were damp between your legs by now surely.

“And here…” Joel slid his hand past the waistband of your panties and you whimpered as his fingers stroked along your wetness. He let out a breath that was nearly a groan. “I love feelin’ you here, sweetheart. Feelin’ you clench around me as you finish, gettin’ that hazy look in your eyes…”

He pushed two fingers into you and you whined, arching your back against him. “Joel—”

“Shh,” he whispered. He mouthed at your neck and curled his fingers to stroke along your front wall. “Look at you, darlin’.” When you were nice and ready, he retracted his fingers. You whimpered at the loss, but it soon turned into a gasp as he unzipped his pants and pushed his length into you.

You let out a soft moan and closed your eyes at the feeling. Oh…he was so big, so—

He nipped at your neck and your eyes flicked open with a gasp. “Eyes on yourself, pretty girl. Want you to see how gorgeous you are takin’ me.”

At that, hesitation won over arousal for a split second. “Joel, I don’t…”

He kissed the part of your neck he bit, his affection so tender it made your heart swell. “You trust me?”

You nodded.

“You can do this, baby. Watch. I’m gonna take care of you.”

You bit your lip, then nodded again.

Joel grinned. “Good girl,” he cooed. “Put your hands on the counter.”

You did as he asked. The white porcelain was cold against your palms, but one of Joel’s big hands came to rest atop one of yours. The other grabbed your hip.

Then he started to move.

You let out a moan as he dragged along your walls. It had been so long since you both had done this and he was filling you so well, making it hard to breath, hard to see, hard to think…

“Eyes open, baby.”

They had closed in your feeling of ecstasy and you hastily snapped them open. Sex with Joel was always erotic, but actually watching it happen in the mirror like this…

He reached down to thumb at your clit and you let out a soft whine. Joel chuckled. “Needy girl,” he murmured. He let out a groan into your neck. “So warm, darlin’.”

Joel thrust into you deeper and put a hand on your stomach. “Another thing I love,” he whispered, “is when I make it so you can feel me all the way up in this pretty tummy.”

You mewled at that. There was a white-hot fire in your lower belly and it ached and you didn’t know if you wanted the fans flamed or extinguished or—

“Look how pretty my babygirl looks when she’s takin’ me,” Joel murmured.

Your eyes were half-lidded in the mirror, breasts moving with every thrust up into you. There was a flush around your cheekbones and nose and your lips were softly parted as Joel took you.

“Mmm.”

“Oh?” Joel kept rubbing circles into your clit as your hips squirmed. “Was that an agreement, sweet girl?”

You hesitated. Your mind was too blissed out to think clearly. “I—“

“Does my pretty baby see how I see her now?” A particularly well-placed thrust from Joel had you keening. “How beautiful she is?”

You whined and rocked back against him. Something was building inside you, a tight coil right between your legs, and it was too hot, too hot, and you…you needed…

“Fall apart for me, sweetheart,” Joel breathed.

You did. You let out a high-pitched moan and your walls clenched around Joel’s length, causing him to grunt. Your head swam. Your vision fuzzed. You barely even registered Joel pulling out and his spend landing on the back of your thigh.

Your legs shook and you let out a pathetic whine. Joel was quick to scoop you into his arms. “I gotcha, babygirl,” he whispered, kissing your cheek as he carried you to the bedroom. “Gotta lay on your tummy so I can clean you up, yeah?”

You nodded and let him place you on the bed face down. Your entire body felt like it was melting.

Joel left for the bathroom and soon returned with a warm washcloth to gently wipe between your legs and at his spend on the back of your thigh. When he was done he took you into his arms.

Chest to chest, he smiled down at you and pushed hair back from your face. “Hi pretty girl.”

You smiled back. “Hi,” you whispered.

His thumb caressed your cheekbone for a moment. “I know your feelings about yourself aren’t going to disappear overnight and that’s okay, but…you think you can give yourself a compliment now?”

You blushed, then nodded. “I like it when you make my cheeks flush.” Your voice was small, shy.

“Yeah?” Joel’s eyes sparkled. “How come?”

“Because I think I…” You swallowed. “I think I look pretty like that.”

Joel grinned. “Yes you do, baby.” He held you close. “Yes…you most definitely do.”

[tpwk-formula1]

Hey! Can I order a pizza with thin crust, red sauce bacon and pulled pork. As a drink Diet Pepsi, black tea and truly, no dessert. With Max Verstappen as a server

Thank youuu <3

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

thin crust brother's best friend red sauce rough sex bacon "What would your brother think if he caught us" pulled pork "God, I love when I fuck the attitude out of you" diet pepsi biting black tea choking truly belly bulge dessert no served by Max Verstappen

TW - choking, biting, belly bulge, unprotected sex, creampie

WC 900+

Y/N POV

"Max, literally go back to your own garage," I snap at the Dutch man standing in front of me. The same man who managed to wake me up far too early this morning.

"Schat, I literally apologized already! Stop being a fucking brat," Max snaps back making me groan and roll my eyes.

"Max! How the fuck did you manage to drop not 1, not 2, but 3 different things this morning. First, it was your fucking shoes you intentionally dropped onto the bed, then you drop my fucking Stanley after pressing a kiss on my forehead, and then those fucking keys! Can you learn to have some damn conside-" But I'm cut off mid fight by Max pushing me up against the wall of my brother's driver room holding my throat in his hand giving it a slight squeeze.

"Shut up! Drop the fucking attitude! I apologized already. The shoes where placed onto the bed, it wasn't my fault you shifted which resulted in you kicking them, the Stanley only fell onto the ground because YOU pushed me away when I tried to give you your good bye kiss and the keys fell because YOU snapped at me for dropping the Stanley and it scared me," Max seethes through clenched teeth while still choking me slightly.

"Max," I gasp when I feel his grip get a bit tighter cutting off my airflow even more.

"What has gotten into you. Been such a fucking brat lately," Max says getting up into my face still keeping his strong grip on my throat.

"I have not!" I snap back making Max tighten his grip while raising a brow.

"Wrong, one more chance to fix that answer," Max says back making me whimper knowing I was gonna have to admit I just missed him.

"Just miss you. Need you," I admit softly while closing my eyes in shame.

"Oh, so you're fucking needy and you thought picking a fight with me on a race weekend was gonna work?" Max asked clearly getting more frustrated with my admission.

"I mean, you're choking me out in my brother's driver room, so yes it worked," I reply back with a smirk making Max scoff and completely cut off all airflow for a few seconds before he released my neck and stormed out of the room leaving me alone with a light smirk.

When I got back to Max and I's hotel room later that night Max was already back and sitting on the bed in just his briefs.

"Strip," Max calls out through the room making me look at him slightly confused.

"Don't give me that look, strip," Max calls again which has me slowly putting my purse down on a chair near me before I started slowly slipping out of the dress I was wearing and unclipping my bra. Once I've slipped my panties down my legs Max is climbing out of the bed and approaching me. Once Max had successfully cornered me against the wall he pulled me in for a kiss.

"Been so desperate lately," Max mumbled against my lips as he started trailing his mouth from mine down to my neck where I felt him sink his teeth into my sweet spot making me gasp.

"Fuck," I moan when I feel him graze his teeth into my sweet spot before he moved his mouth away and replaced it with his hand where he started lightly choking me again.

"If you missed me you should have just told me, not pick a fight with me over some keys falling on the ground," Max roughly tells me while getting up close and personal.

"M'sorry," I mumble best I can.

"Mhm, I'm sure you are," Max says while roughly ripping me from the wall and dragging me to the bed where he climbed into the bed and quickly grazed a couple fingers through my folds making me gasp at the feeling.

"Already soaked," Max says with a smirk before pulling his boxers off and instantly pushing his full length into my pussy giving me no time to adjust before he is brutally thrusting in and out of my pussy making me scream at the pleasurable pain.

"Fuck," I moan when I feel Max bring his hand back to my neck giving it a light squeeze.

"What would your brother think if he caught us," Max asks with a smirk speeding up his thrusts making me gasp when I open my eyes and notice the bulge that appears each time Max fucked into me.

"I'm too big for this little pussy I had to make room in your tummy," Max says with a smirk moving his hand from my throat down to my tummy where he pushed down making all the pleasure more intense.

"Fuck, Max," I cry out when I feel my orgasm start to build.

"Is this what you needed? Needed to come back to our room and let me destroy your little pussy?" Max asks through clenched teeth clearly feeling his orgasm start to build as well.

"Yes," I gasp out getting extremely close to the edge.

"God, I love when I fuck the attitude out of you. Cum for me," Max says while speeding his thrusts up throwing me over the edge into a powerful orgasm.

"Fuck," I scream out at my peak hits feeling Max start to cum deep into my pussy making me gasp at the feeling of being filled up.

"So good," I whine as Max slowly starts to pull his cock out before laying down next to me and giving me a soft kiss.

[daddyfordaeddy]

Pairing: Businessman! San x wife! Reader

Word Count: 1887

Warnings: cursing, none otherwise (smut warnings under cut)

Genre: smut, fluff, rated M for mature, established relationship au, office au

Summary: After delivering lunch to your husband's office, the two of you get a little sidetracked.

Smut warnings: fingering, oral (male & female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap before tap guys🔫), wall/window sex, dirty talk, some degradation (whore, slut, being desparate), felch...ing (i think that's the right term?), cum play, semi-public sex (or its public...they're in san's private office during work hours), some petnames (silly girl because i discovered i have a new kink)

I'm only doing a couple of the February Filth Fest, and this is day/track 21! aphrodisiacs/overstimulation, and i chose the latter! i hope you don't mind how questionable this is lol i wrote it practically in a day

And if you want to know what other days I'm doing? You'll just have to wait and see ;)

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“San, I brought you lunch,” you call as you open the door to your husband’s office. “Are you busy?”

Your husband, sharp as ever in a tailored Brioni suit, turns to greet you with his million-watt smile as he opens his arms to wrap you in a hug. You eagerly close the door behind you and set down the bag of food as you embrace him, giggling as he lifts you up to spin you around and press his face into the crook of your neck.

“I’m never too busy for you, love,” San hums. “Will you join me for lunch?”

You nod, leaning over to open up the bag. “I brought pork belly soup and rice with some kimchi. I did buy you coffee but I drank it on the way up.” San snorts, slapping your butt gently in retaliation and you giggle. You turn to swat his hands away when you drop a fork. “Ah, shit.”

You bend down, reaching out for the fork, when hands grab your hips and pull you towards him until your ass bumps against San’s hips. “Oh–” you squeak, twisting around in San’s grip to stare wide-eyed at his now-darkened gaze. The two of you have plenty of sex at home, but you’ve never seen such a quick response to you doing a simple motion such as bending down. “San?”

“I hope you’re not too hungry, (Y/N),” San sighs, his hands wandering up your hips to wrap around your waist and tug you impossibly closer, fingers dipping into the waistband of your skirt. “I don’t think I can let you look this good without ravishing you.”

“I– but your desk is so clean,” you fret, glancing at the neat papers all lined up. “I don’t want to mess that up.”

San hums, looking you up and down. And in one swift motion, he grasps your thighs and hoists you up, setting you against his crotch. You gasp and grab at his back, grabbing onto the suit jacket and hooking your legs against him. “San!”

San grins wolfishly at you, adjusting his grip as he carries you over to the window wall overlooking the city. “Come on baby, let me love you like you deserve. It's a one-way glass, but honestly, everyone deserves to see how beautiful you are for me.” As he speaks, he presses your back against the cool glass and you whine a little as the shirt you’re wearing has an open back.

San fumbles with his pants before finally pulling out his already hard cock and pressing it against your panties, letting it rub against the soft fabric. “San” you moan, already gushing slick and soaking your underwear “you’re going to get tired.” You’re protesting half-heartedly, excited to see where this is going. San rarely is this risky with you, and you’re almost ashamed to admit it’s turning you on.

“Silly girl,” he groans, leaning forward until his nose is just barely brushing against yours. “For you, I couldn’t get enough of this. Just as long as I am near you, that’s all I need.” He punctuates his sentence with a long kiss to your lips and you groan into the kiss.

Without you even noticing, his hand pushes aside your ruined panties and he presses into your tight heat with a loud groan. “So tight for me,” he groans into your mouth, biting and tugging at your lower lip as his hips slowly thrust deeper and deeper into you. He’s burning hot inside of you, and you whine at the feeling, pressing your lips to his in a feverish kiss.

“Shit,” you whine as he finally bottoms out, your ass flush against his hips as he grinds into you. “You’re so fucking big, San.” Your nails are digging into his back, the pain making San groan and his cock twitch inside of you.

He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, biting, nipping, and licking at your skin as his hips work himself into you. When his teeth sink fully into the junction of your shoulder you can hardly hold back a scream of pleasure. “San, please,” you’re already begging and it’s only been a few minutes. But the way he’s stretching you out so deliciously makes you lose your mind. You clench around him, shifting in his hold just to try and work him into you the way you like it.

“Fuck, look at you, (Y/N). Already desperate for my cock,” San growls into your ear, pressing you even more into the glass window. “Do you off to it? The idea that people could look up and see just how much of a whore you are for me?”

With every word, he thrusts up into you and you’re a little embarrassed at how quickly you come, arching your back and letting your head rest against the cool glass as ecstasy washes over you in waves.

“Already so done?” San smirks, carrying you back to his desk and sitting at the chair, you still in his lap and his hard cock still spearing deep inside you, making you whine. “Such a mess for me, God, you’re so perfect for me.”

Your lips press against his feverishly as you moan into his mouth, letting your tongue flick out against his lips. “So full,” you mutter against his mouth. “Fuck– you’re splitting me open so well, Sannie.” You wriggle your hips down, squeezing around him and he comes with a broken moan. The cum inside of you is searing hot but you can’t get enough of it, grinding down onto him to try and milk the last bit out of him.

To your surprise, his erection has not gone down a bit, and San’s lips pull into a crooked smile as his eyes narrow. “I hope you know you’re not done quite yet. Only one orgasm? That’s just sad.” His hips kick up a bit as he speaks, and you moan from the overwhelming feeling. It’s almost painful, but that’s what you’re obsessed with.

But before either of you can continue, a knock sounds at the door and San quickly lifts you off his dick and you slide to the floor under the desk. “Come in,” San calls out, voice a little rough, and he clears his throat. His pants are still unzipped and his hard cock is just waiting for you.

Your eyes flick up to him and he’s not focusing on you, so you reach out and brush against the glistening head of his dick. His hand almost immediately comes down to drip at your hair and you can’t hold back a smirk before dipping your head down to kiss his dick. YOu can hear San choking on his words and his hands tighten but something overcomes you and you only sink deeper onto his dick.

The heavy weight resting on your tongue makes it hard for you to contain your noises and you press your tongue to the underside of his cock. San’s trying his best to stay collected as he talks business and meetings, but you can feel his dick twitch every time you swallow around him and something about it drives you crazy.

Without warning, San pushes your head down on his dick even further and your hands grip his thighs as your eyes roll back in your head. It’s only now you realise his cum inside you is slowly dripping out alongside his arousal. Your mind is swirling with so many thoughts that when his cock hits the back of your throat and his grip tightens even more, your eyes widen before ropes of cum shoot down your throat and you come in your panties with a quiet moan.

“What was that?”

Your eyes snap open at the question and San’s voice is tight as he tries to evade suspicion. “Ah– I think the aircon is messed up. I’ll have to- ah, talk to maintenance about that. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to finish my lunch.”

The employee apologises and leaves. As soon as the door clicks, San pushes back, letting his cock fall out of his mouth and he raises a single eyebrow at you. “Just couldn’t get enough, huh?” he sneers, although his eyes are raking over your body. “Come here.”

You stand with wobbly legs before making your way over to him. “I–” You don’t even get a chance to say anything when he grabs your waist and spins you around, before pushing you down onto his desk. “San!” you scold as he flips your skirt up to reveal your ass.

“Fuck, look at you,” he growls, his hand coming to cup your clothed cunt. “Soaking right through your underwear like the slut you are. Sucking my dick in front of my secretary? What, did you want him to join us?”

“No,” you whine, “I just wanted you.”

San chuckles, low in his throat, before pulling your underwear down in one motion. Your sopping cunt stares him right in the eye, and if you look down, you can see strings of your slick and his cum connecting the fabric to your pussy. And before you can blink, San’s mouth attaches itself to your pussy. “Ah–” you gasp and squeeze your eyes shut. You’re so sensitive from your previous two orgasms, you don’t know if you can take another one. But San’s not stopping, licking greedily into you like he’s never eaten a meal before in his life.

“You taste so good,” he groans, vibrations making you moan as your legs shake from the overstimulation. The only reason you haven’t fallen to the ground yet is San’s hands holding you up. His tongue presses into your folds and one of his hands lifts from your ass. You’re about to complain when a harsh pain shoots through you and you whimper as he spanks you again for good measure.

“San!” You gasp again, looking back to see San meeting your eyes with a wicked grin as he bites at your thigh. “Fuck–”

“Come for me, silly girl,” San rumbles again and you close your eyes as you let your body weight drop, San’s grip still on your waist as he mouths at your pussy just as desperately as he was teasing you about. You’re pretty sure your underwear is ruined now, but that hardly seems important with San pushing his come and your release back into you with his tongue.

“Shit, ah, too much, Sannie,” you whine, feeling finally coming back to your legs although they still feel a bit like jelly. “Come on, you still gotta eat lunch, you big idiot.”

With a sigh, San stands, helping you up as well. His mouth and chin are shining and you laugh to yourself as you pull him to you so you can kiss him. The taste of both you and him as you sighing. “I’ll see you at home,” San hums, his voice dazed as if he just went to another dimension and back.

“Mmh, yup. It’ll be a pot roast tonight. Don’t stay out too late and,” you cast a glance at his untouched lunch, “you’ll probably have to reheat that.”

San chuckles, wiping his chin with his hand and licking off the last bits of come. “Yeah, yeah. I love you, baby.”

“Love you too.”

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@cultofdionysusnet

[seospicybin]

TASTE PREVIEW.

CHAPTER III: AFTERTASTE.

Lee Know x reader. (s,a)

Synopsis: When Minho is hired as the head chef of Farfalle, a prestigious Italian restaurant, expectations are high for him to elevate its reputation and bring it to new heights. However, no one anticipates the drastic changes he implements in the kitchen—including his strict rule that that there'll be no women and no romance in his kitchen.

This is a preview for chapter III of Taste series. Full fic will be posted this Friday, January 17.

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The smell of sizzling meat fills the air as Taesoo flips slices of pork belly on the grill with precision. Felix leans back in his chair, watching the meat char while you mix soju and beer into an improvised cocktail for the three of you.

Taesoo serves the freshly grilled meat onto your plates, and you all lift your glasses. “To surviving another day in Farfalle,” Felix says with a grin, and you all clink your glasses together.

The first sip burns warmly in your throat, and the exhaustion of the day begins to fade. Taesoo’s dramatic gasp after his first sip makes you laugh, and soon you’re all eating and chatting between bites.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m still starving,” Taesoo announces, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“That’s no surprise,” you reply. “There’s a study that says professional cooks have the worst eating habits. We cook during mealtimes and then get too tired to cook for ourselves after work.”

Felix nods enthusiastically. “I thought it was just me. Sometimes even looking at a pan makes me feel sick.”

“Same with laundry,” you add, eliciting groans of agreement from both Taesoo and Felix.

Just as Taesoo starts another round of grilling, Felix’s phone buzzes on the table. He picks it up, speaking animatedly while looking out the window. His expression changes, and he waves at someone outside.

You follow his gaze, and your stomach drops when you see Minho walking through the door, phone pressed to his ear.

Of course Felix invited him, you think, sighing as you sip your drink. Minho approaches the table, his sharp gaze scanning the three of you.

He gestures for Taesoo to move, squeezing into the seat next to you. He nudges you lightly. “Mix a drink for me too,” he says casually.

You down the rest of your glass, setting it down firmly on the table. “I’m done for the night,” you announce, standing up. “Thanks for the food and drinks, Felix.” You grab your things and head for the exit, not sparing Minho another glance.

Just as you think you’ve escaped his grasp, you hear footsteps following closely behind. Turning around, you see Minho jogging to match your pace, his expression a mix of frustration and something unreadable.

“Where were you last night?” Minho’s voice cuts through the night air as he jogs to match your pace.

You glare at him. “Unlike someone, I don’t run away from my responsibilities.”

Minho flinches but presses on. “Why are you still upset about last night?”

You stop abruptly and whirl around to face him. “Why can’t I be upset when you’re playing with my feelings?”

He steps closer, his presence overwhelming. “You better shut your mouth,” he snaps, but you press on, determined to get answers.

“You don’t allow women in your kitchen, but you keep me. And now there are two women in the kitchen. What’s your game? Why do you keep confusing me?”

Minho’s jaw tightens. “I swear if one more word comes out of your mouth...”

But you’re relentless. “What am I to you? A piece of meat on your cutting board? Is that it? You’re not afraid because you’re the one holding the knife?”

His eyes darken as he leans closer. “Even if you were a piece of meat, you’re not fresh. You’ve been in the freezer too long, you’re tough, hard to handle, and take too much work to prep. After all that effort, there’s not much left worth eating. You’re not an appealing ingredient, and I would never put you on my cutting board.”

Your chest tightens, but you refuse to back down. “So you want me off the cutting board?”

“Yes,” he says firmly.

“There’s only the trash can left for me then,” you say bitterly as you wistfully look at him.

Minho doesn’t answer, but he grabs your wrist, pulling you toward his car. “Let's go home.”

You yank your hand away, turning on your heel to walk the other way. “I’m going home myself.”

“Fine! Go home by yourself then!” He shouts as you walk away.

Despite of what he said, he doesn’t let you go that easily. He follows you with relentless determination, matching your pace until you reach the bus stop. He sits down beside you, the weight of the day pressing down on both of you in the cramped space.

For a moment, neither of you speak, the only sound the distant hum of traffic and the faint music playing from nearby. Finally, Minho exhales deeply, his voice barely above a whisper. “I have so many reasons why I shouldn’t like you. If you weren’t working in my kitchen, I wouldn’t even think about it.”

You remain quiet, completely ignoring him and pretend that he's not there at all as you wait for the bus to come.

Minho’s shoulders slump slightly, the fight in his eyes dimming just enough. “Think about it yourself,” he says quietly. “Why can’t I just do what I want?”

Before you can respond, the bus arrives with a screech of brakes. You stand up, your patience worn thin. “You think about it yourself,” you say firmly, not giving him the chance to argue.

As the bus doors open, you turn to board, feeling a mix of relief and lingering frustration. Without looking back, you step inside, the doors closing firmly behind you, leaving Minho standing alone at the bus stop—his silhouette framed by the fading light.

The ride home is quiet, your mind racing with thoughts and emotions. You can’t shake the confrontation, the weight of his words lingering like a shadow. But as the city lights blur past the window, you remind yourself that you deserve better, that you won’t let his turmoil dictate your own path.

...

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[starfeedings]

The County Fair 

The day has finally arrived!! We were going to attend the County Fair!  You were so excited and couldn’t wait to get dressed after your giant breakfast. You started to get dressed and the first pair of jeans didn't fit.  The struggle got you winded and for a moment you really panicked because you thought you had gained again.  You then realized that they were the last pair you outgrew  .... Phew!!! You checked again and found a brand new pair of pants and a cute white top, and then came in the kitchen to help me pack some food for the trip.  It was going to be a 30 min drive, maybe 45 with traffic.  We packed some muffins, chips and cookies just in case.

We got in the SUV and headed down the road.  I loved watching your belly shake and wobble when we hit bumps and was so glad you had room to sit comfortably.  We sold our previous car about 6 months ago when you no longer fit.  With you gaining so fast, this one should work for a while.  About 10 min down the road you reached for the muffins and cookies and finished them all in a hurry.

Arriving at the fair, I dropped you off by the front entrance and then went to park.  A good thing since it took me about 15 min to walk from the truck back to the entrance.  You would need to save your steps as the fair grounds were big and your waddle was not geared for distances (or speed).  You were sitting on a bench when I returned eating some funnel cake with powdered sugar that was sold just outside the gate.  You were smiling, with some sugar around your lips ... so cute!

After buying tickets we walked in and started towards the main food area.  I had to walk very slow so that you could keep up.  You were doing pretty well.  After about 2 minutes you asked to stop to look at a map.  You were starting to sweat a little and wanted to catch your breath.  I told you I knew where we were going but you had me double check to make sure we went the shortest route.  After assuring you, we continued.  We stopping again a few minutes later so you could try some bacon dipped in chocolate. So yummy, but a little messy.  We sat down on a bench so you could eat it without it getting all over your white shirt.  You did pretty well, spilling only tiny bit of chocolate by your collar.

We got up again and continued toward the food.  It was so fun seeing all the people, hearing music, sounds from games and the popcorn machines.  There was also an unmistakable  aroma from all the foods, animals, hay and rides.  It was a lot to take in.  At first I really commended your willpower as we made it past the popcorn.  I'm guessing you didn't see it?

Arriving at the main food pavilion, we got in line for some of the celebrity chef dishes.  The lines were long, so I told you to find a seat and that I'd bring back the food.  "Make sure you get something good" you said as you waddled towards the picnic tables.  I watched you from a far navigating the picnic table and I was amazed how you figured it out.  My guess is that getting out will be a lot harder.

As I waited in line, I couldn't help but notice how many other fat girls and guys there were.  It seems like a perfect gathering place.  One woman was holding about 4 plates and looked to be about your size.  Another girl was much bigger,  and was riding a scooter.  Not a bad idea with all the walking needed.  Her belly was pressing into the steering wheel and her hips and side belly far surpassed the width of the scooter.  It was hot!

The first stand I got to had duck bacon wontons. The wontons were stuffed with duck bacon, grilled sweet corn, and cream cheese, and served with a creamy dipping sauce.  I knew you would love it, so I picked up 3 servings.

At the next stand I picked up bacon-wrapped pork belly and mashed potato croquettes served on a skewer, topped with either home-style gravy, Korean bulgogi barbecue sauce, or sweet chili sauce.  I got all 3 sauces in large cups so you could experiment.  I picked up 3 of these also and headed over to you.

You were so excited to try the food!  You were also a little upset I didn't get dessert.  I mentioned that I thought we could get some later, but seeing how upset you were I headed back and picked up some Bowl o' Dough. Basically cookie dough in 3 flavors -- brownie batter swirl, European cookie butter, lemon ricotta cheesecake with blueberries.  I got 3 of each.

You had already finished the wontons when I got back and were so excited about the cookie dough.  I wasn't quite hungry yet, but had fun watching you stuff yourself.  The pork belly was finished next and then you dove into the cookie dough.  About 15 minutes later you were done.  "Stuffed?" I asked.  "far from it." you said  as you tried to heave yourself up from the table.  Uh oh.  You your belly was stuck and wouldn't let your leg raise up enough to get out.  I had suspected this wouldn't be easy.  You tried again, leaning to side.  Better, but it was so hard tho raise your leg!  I let you regroup and then helped you by pulling your leg out and to the side.  It worked and you got up sweating and winded.  "Ugh. that was so tight!" you said.  Lets go see the animals

It was clear that you were  more full than you led onto, as your waddle was much slower and you were breathing heavier.  I hated to see you uncomfortable and suggested we sit for a break.  You happily obliged.  "Wow, it's really hot here" you said panting.  I agreed, but was  honestly glad I was wearing a long sleeve shirt.   65 degrees is not hot to me.

After you caught your breath, we made our way towards the animals.  On the way, I caught a stand in the distance and knew we had to stop. Fried Butter Balls.  I chuckled.  I had to see you eat those fat bombs.  You couldn't believe they had them and were so excited to give them a try.  I got you 3 servings and we sat down.  "OMG these are good!!!" you said in between bites.  "Get me more".  I did, 5 more.  You were eating like the pigs we were about to see.

After eating those you felt full.  Lets just sit hear and listen to the music.  The arena was close by and a band was playing.  I said we could go in, but knowing the size of arena seats, agreed we should just chill and relax.  There were picnic tables closer, but after the earlier fiasco the bench was a much safer bet.  I rubbed your distended belly and we leaned into each other.  So comfy.

About an hour or so later, we passed the heavy machinery section.  You joked about needing the forklift to carry you around. haha.  Getting tired from all the waddling today you were not happy.  You saw another fat girl waddling that looked to be in a similar place.  Who knew that you needed so much athleticism to attend the fair?  We passed a log flume ride, which looked fun, however it would require way too much energy.  It was also unclear if you would fit in the seat?

We arrived at another food court and you declared it time to feed.  You sat down on a bench and I picked up a bunch of treats.  Cheeseburgers with Fried Ice Cream, Deep-Fried Mashed Potatoes on a Stick, Krispy Kreme Hamburgers, Foot-long hot-dogs, Fried Oreos and Fried Twinkies.

You were pleased for sure with my choices and made your way through them without breaking stride.  You especially loved the deep fried potatoes and Krispy Kreme Hamburgers.  I went back and got you 3 more of each.

You were feeling very stuffed now and really just wanted to go home.  I said that we needed to see the animals.  You agreed and began the short slog waddle to the barn area.  I noticed you now had ketchup, mustard and sauce on your shirt now in addition to the earlier spilled chocolate.

We finally got to the animals and grabbed a seat fully winded.  You saw that there was Fried cheesecake and despite being stuffed just had had to try some.  You said to just get one.  I brought it and after the first bite you held up 2 fingers.  "2 more". wow.  this was sooo good.

I noticed your shirt was a lot tighter.  Your belly was so distended from all the calories during your multiple feedings.  You honestly looked like the pig who won the blue ribbon.  Both of you were super fat and glowing!

After seeing the animals and eating the fried cheesecake, we walked very very slowly over to the gondola. / aerial lift ride that carried fairgoers across the grounds. You were soooo relieved that you wouldn't have to walk back!!!  I was a little concerned about the weight limit in the car.  Anyway, it dropped us right by the front gate.  We got out, or should I say struggled out as the door was a bit of a squeeze for you.  

I left you at the gate and went to go pick up the truck.  I was hungry and grabbed some peanuts.  When I returned you had a bag.  "What's in the bag?" I asked.  "Oh, just some food for home" you said.  You had picked up deep-fried avocado, cream puffs, sweet corn ice cream and some Fried macaroni and cheese.  "Awesome" I said, knowing that you would likely polish them off tonight.

"What a fun day" I said.  "Yes, lets come back tomorrow" you replied before falling asleep on the short ride home.

[gallusrostromegalus]

Your Ulquiorra plans are very intriguing, he may be one of my faves from the og- How does he survive exactly and how does he end up in the court guard?

Do they let him roam and leave him be like the crow problem or do they eventually have dedicated arrancar babysitters? What is Ulqui the most curious about, is there certain squads he hangs around in more than others? Does his social awareness get better or does he try obliterating some poor sod because they stood in the middle of the hallway for too long? Does he manage to make some friends?

He do be a blorbo fr

Asking for a friend obvs and not for a Squad 9 ficlet at all *clears throat*

...so he actually ends up in the Royal Realm, not the court guard.

Specifically, when everyone else finally manages to subdue Aizen, Gin yoinks him off to the Royal Realm to be fed to the Life Machine, Ulquiorra zips through the portal after them, because he's determined to finish actually kicking Aizen's ass.

Instead, Ulquiorra ends up inside the Actual Soul King Palace, with exactly no supervision.

Being as the total population of the royal realm is 5 super-captains, a couple dozen assistants of dubious autonomy, and Gin, it's not hard for Ulquiorra to go do whatever the hell he wants undetected for several weeks, and when people do start noticing that things are amiss-

Kirinji is having a deeply paranoid reaction to the sudden appearance of masses of black hair in the drains of some of his hot springs. 

At first he thinks he’s going bald, but then he begins to suspect the other guards… and then that this is, somehow, a message from Tama.  The Kodoku is almost done, isn’t it?

Not wanting anyone to learn his secret, he tells no-one.

Hikifune notices that some of her food is missing- high protein, fat and iron stuff like pork belly and calf liver, but also candies and fruits.

At first she thinks there’s rats again, but then realizes- This is what someone used to starving takes. She prepares a more nutritionally balanced care package for him, along with a note that he’s welcome at her table any time.

...Hikifune didn’t kill the Mod Konpaku- she smuggled as many as possible into the royal realm with her as sous-chefs, but she couldn’t get all of them, and some still shuffle in, drawn to their mother.   She hopes her lost children will all come home soon.

Not wanting to jeapordize the safety of her children, she tells no-one.

-Senjumaru is initially *pissed* that SOMEONE not only stole a pair of denim short pants from her latest collection, they used her good fabric shears to CUT HAIR, but then she gets a better look at the black fur and WOW this is terrific long fringe stuff what is it it’s too soft to be horsehair, too long to be rabbit and there’s LOTS of it??? 

Well.

She supposes they can have a pair of Jorts in exchange.  She leaves him a note to make an appointment next time, she’ll make him something that fits instead of whatever is on the rack.

Not wanting to lose her position or the possibility of a new friend, she tells no-one.

Ichibe gets up in the middle of the night because he’s feeling restless- something is nagging him, trivial but irritating, like a pea irritates a princess, and goes into his studio to practice strokes and katas to soothe himself. 

But in the middle of the studio, standing over the good paper, is some sort of DEMON with glowing green eyes and horns and terrible bat wings and… jorts?  He’s so startled he doesn’t immediately strike the wretched thing down OR read it’s name and it scrambles away, the tail knocking over everything in the middle shelf of his inkstand and splattering it *everywhere* before it jumps out the window and flies away.

Ichibe curses and gnashes his teeth- everything is MESS, and FURTHERMORE, The Damn Thing has used up his good hot press paper and written the most AWFUL poetry… in unfortunately extremely good calligraphy.

Deeply embarrassed, he tells no-one.

...They're all WAAAAAY too paranoid and secretive to actually *tell* any of their colleagues that something weird is going on.

Except Oetsu, who assumes Ulquiorra is a Zanpaktou spirit that's crawled out out the pit from which all spirits he builds swords for emerge, and that absolutely nothing unusual is going on at all!

Sure, Batboy is a little bit weird and talks like a Bryonic protagonist, but it's nice to have somebody to actually *talk* to for once.

Oetsu has never actually *been* to spirit world for any extended period of time, and is maybe a little iffy on some of the specifics of some of the latest happenings of the last 2,000ish years.

Like that Arrancar exist.

Sure, Batboy's got a weird hole in his chest, but Oetsu does not immediately associate weird negative space in a dude's torso with him being a hollow. He deals with MUCH weirder-looking spirts all the time!

Eventually, Gin realizes Ulqiorra followed him into The Royal Realm, but he doesn’t seem particularly bent on Destruction.

If anything, he seems to have gotten a good bath, filled out a little bit, gotten a sword, some MUCH better-looking trousers and some mysterious ink stains and overall calmed down and looks better.

...Good for him!

But Gin’s got a lot of work to do, so Ulquiorra is now his intern! Ulquiorra: What’s an Intern? Gin Uh. An intern is a guy who lives in the office closet who brings you snacks! Ulquiorra: …That doesn’t sound right, but I don’t know enough about internships to dispute it. Gin: Whatever, just bring me a rat or something. Ulquiorra: …How about some ham? Gin: That’d be great actually. Ulquiorra: Get hammed, idiot. *throws ham at Gin but he catches it in his mouth like a dog catching a frisbee* Ulqiorra, after a few minutes of watching Aizen get taffy’d: So what’s all this… for? Gin: *Explains The Life machine, and it’s subsequent befuckening* Ulquiorra: We should ask Orihime to do this.  She’s the smartest person I know. Gin: You know like four people, and the other three are the SOB in the taffy puller, a cat, and me.  That ain’t a high bar. Gin: …she is still smarter than both of us though. Hm. 

Ulquiorra spends a few months like this- wandering around exploring, visiting and gradually getting better at deciding to do things on his own initiative, and to just... enjoy existing.

Meanwhile, Orihime has been working on working out the math behind how Kido Spells are composed, and cracked into the language of Soul King and The Life machine. She’s worked out that there’s something squiffy about some of the spells- two kinds of logic, like there are two authors. (One is the Life machine’s original programming, the other is Soul King’s edits to Reality to improve the wheel). The second logic makes more sense for how reality actually operates, but isn’t as complete. -She’s puzzling over this discrepancy when Shiro wanders over and makes a bad “Maybe he’s Dead?” joke Orihime: ...that would explain a lot actually. See this line right here? It’s like. Half of a new spell. And also the most recent change I could find.  It’s like whoever was writing this got interrupted halfway through and just. Never came back to it. Shiro: Oh. Shiro: …Can you finish it? Orihime: ...I think I can, actually, but.  Well, I can’t figure out how he was making the edits stick? Like? Where was he inputting this that the spell actually changes reality? Ichigo: Aizen was trying to go to the Royal Realm where the Soul King lives, right?  Maybe the terminal to edit the mainframe is up there? Orihime: ... Orihime: Oh my god. I think you’re right. Orihime: Well, the universe didn’t implode so I'm pretty sure Aizen isn’t editing there, but… Orihime: *Takes out Matsumoto’s old spirit phone which she stole along with Hitsugaya's when she got kidnapped to Las Noches, frowns at it for a while, then dials a number on it* Ichigo, shiro: ?? Orihime: *Holds up a finger to indicate she’s on an important call and they need to be quiet. Someone answers Orihime: Ulquiorra? Ulquiorra: Bwah? Ichigo and Shiro: BWAH?? Orihime: We have a lot to talk about, but I need you to answer a few questions for me, please? Ulquiorra: ok??? Orihime: Where are you, right now? -- Ulquiorra is in Hikifune’s kitchen, snitching food again. Ulquiorra: …A Kitchen. Orihime: in broader terms.  Living world? Hueco mundo? Soul Society? Ulquiorra: uhhhhh… none of the above? Orihime: is it an additional plane of reality? Ulquiorra: yeah? Orihime: Is there a large palace or something like that in it? Ulquiorra, worried: Yeah?? Orihime: is there, anywhere in that plane, but probably in the palace, a place with a lot of math text in it, like I was writing on the walls of Las Noches? Ulquiorra, alarmed: Yeah??? Orihime: Oh, good! Ulquiorra: It is? Orihime: Well, yes, but listen- Listen, okay? UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES SHOULD YOU, OR ANYONE ELSE, TOUCH **ANY** PART OF THAT WRITING. Ulquiorra: Why? Orihime: the universe might end. Ulquiorra: …I’m gonna go lock that room real fast. Orihime: Thank you. Call me back when you can and we’ll talk, okay? Ulquiorra: Yes Ma’am! *Hangs up* -- Ichigo: WHAT Shiro: YEAH, WHAT Orihime: Good news! Nothing broke yet! Both: Yet? Orihime: I uh. I’m pretty sure. That nothing broke. And that Ulquiorra is kind of technically guarding the place where God edits the computer code that makes up reality. Both: … Shiro, despairing: THAT FUCKING MORON?? Ichigo: yeah, that’s not “Good” news. Orihime: It’s fine! Just so long as nobody breaks in there, it’ll be fine!

Anyway, I hope that helps, and it's GRIMMJOW that ends up drafted into the Court Guards :)

[wonderingsoftly]

what she sees

i just wanted to write something soft...softly admiring a big, beautiful, fat body, and who better to do this than with theo and charlotte?

---

Charlotte watched quietly, contently as Theo’s breathing slowed and his eyelids drooped closed.

She had fed him a hefty dinner from his favorite barbecue place, warm pulled pork smothered in sauce, creamy macaroni and cheese, soft mashed potatoes, and several other sides Charlotte could not recall–having been too enamored with the sight of his feasting–leaving his huge belly bloated even larger than normal.

They were both seated on the couch, Charlotte resting her head on Theo’s large, soft arm. He had started rubbing slow circles on his tight, packed belly–Charlotte had pulled his shirt up to reveal the globe-like majesty of his full stomach, and took over when Theo’s movements inevitably slowed.

It was remarkable, watching him eat and then settle into himself, head propped up by his fat neck and shoulders. He began to drowse to whatever they had put on the television, a pleased smile creeping across his fat face.

His belly hung out and down between his wide legs, pale, fading stretch marks scattered across his skin. Charlotte remembered seeing the stretch marks appear when he started gaining weight and growing so quickly, almost shockingly red. She fondly recalled diligently rubbing lotion all over his expanding belly, hoping to soothe his straining skin.

Years had passed since then, and the stretch marks had settled into his skin like a natural part of the landscape of his belly and thighs. They were almost unnoticeable unless you were looking for them, but Charlotte was intimately familiar with every curve and slope of his big, fat body.

And he was beautiful.

Theo had always been warm and soft, both literally and metaphorically. But as Theo allowed himself to indulge and overstuff himself regularly, and to be overstuffed by Charlotte, he embodied it more and more.

Charlotte chuckled as she remembered how stressed he used to get sometimes, little things bothering him immensely and letting himself spiral–but now he was almost endlessly patient, gentle, and in good spirits.

She rubbed a large, slow circle over his warm, tight flesh. A sleepy, content moan drew Charlotte’s attention to Theo’s face.

Still smiling, eyes closed, as if he was floating aimlessly through the clouds. His short, curly blond hair was a little like a halo, Charlotte thought, and cherubic was her favorite way to describe him.

Her breath caught in her throat as she admired him, her hand still drawing circles on his belly.

Beautiful. Soothing.

A near-indescribable feeling of contentment welled up in Charlotte's chest. It was warm and filling, but she wanted it to inhabit every inch of her insides.

His peaceful smile and radiant warmth made everything feel right in the world. She gently nuzzled her cheek against Theo’s belly, flattening her palm across his soft skin.

Her hand was so small, and he was so big. She couldn't help but press a slow kiss on his belly, enjoying the sensation of his warmth and softness against her lips.

A surprisingly loud gurgle rumbled near Charlotte’s ear and made her giggle. She pressed herself further into Theo’s belly and wrapped her arms around his huge, soft middle as best she could.

He was softer and more pleasant than any stuffed animal she had ever cuddled with, and her heart was full of adoration for the enormous man she loved. She felt safe, loved, and warm in his presence.

As Charlotte got lost in her admiration of her big, fat, husband, she felt a wide, warm hand gently rest on the top of her head.

Butterflies flooded her stomach and lungs as her personal moment of delight had been discovered by the very object of her affections. She looked up at Theo, a serene, angelic smile on his face. His eyes were full of affection, cheeks warm and pink.

Their eyes rested on each other, comfortable and adoring. Charlotte slowly draped herself over Theo’s belly and chest, amused at how far out his stomach protruded to give her a lovely place to recline.

“Everything okay?” Theo asked gently as he softly, lovingly thumbed at her temple.

Charlotte smiled and nodded slowly. “I was just admiring…thinking about how far we've come…” she trailed off, leaning her cheek on his skin again. “I love the way you feel.”

Theo hummed thoughtfully. He slowly traced his finger along Charlotte’s hairline from her forehead to her ear, then brushed his thumb over her flushed cheek.

“I love the way you feel, too. I love seeing you resting on me…” He chuckled pleasantly, the sound delectably warming her from the inside out.

Theo let out a yawn, making Charlotte rise and fall on his big, round belly. She laughed, feeling like she was riding a wave on the ocean.

“You wanna go to bed?” His arm began lazily trailing down her arm, his pudgy, warm fingers giving her bicep a squeeze.

Charlotte was surprised by a yawn of her own eagerly escaping her mouth. She guessed Theo’s soothing warmth and softness was quietly calming her–much like it always did, she had to admit to herself.

She nodded, taking an extra moment to relish Theo’s body against hers before getting to her feet. Theo chuckled, recognizing Charlotte’s thoughts, and gave the top of her head a gentle pat.

Charlotte, now standing, held her hands out to Theo. He smiled, placing his plump hands in hers and gently curled his fingers around them.

Theo let out a sudden moan, making Charlotte think he just remembered how full he was. She bit her lip and gave him an apologetic smile.

A resigned laugh made Theo’s belly bounce, giving Charlotte’s hands a squeeze. “You do good work, little lady,” he mused, letting out a preparatory sigh. A few determined wiggles of his hips, Theo planted his feet firm on the floor and moved to stand.

Charlotte pulled with a grunt, and Theo made it to standing. His belly rolled down, jutting out and hanging low. He flashed Charlotte a knowing look, making her pull her lips into a tight smile to hold back a giggle.

“Come on, big boy,” Charlotte cooed, releasing Theo’s hands to grab handfuls of his belly, soft fat spreading through her fingers.

Theo looked back at her, pleased, as he placed a hand on hers.

Charlotte let out a happy noise, admiring his huge body one more time before leading him to their bedroom, where she would continue to enjoy him.

[toptierteaser]

Butterball Status: Pt. 1

A Blowup Anthology Story

“Well, well, well…seems like somebody’s hit ‘Butterball Status” today!”

The taunt, accompanied with a firm poke into his ample abdomen, carried out across the hall, audible to the dozens of Coaches and hundreds of Campers alike. Diego’s mouth fell agape, his plump cheeks reddening as the weight of what had just been said sunk into his stomach way that extra, stale donut had last night. I knew I should’ve laid off the treats for a while! Diego cursed internally.

But Coach Jason simply smiled at him. Or was it more of a sneer? It was hard to tell with Jason. ‘Chubby-chasin’ Jason,’ they called him. Behind his back, of course. Never when the handsome coach was present to make his Campers run an additional lap around the track. Watching diligently as their overblown backsides jiggled uncontrollably with all the added weight. Of course, the Coach could never fully express his predilections, as it would have been social suicide among the other Coaches. But he had his reputation among the Campers, and the fatties had eaten the rumor up faster than a bucket of fried chicken.

Naturally, Jason played up the angle of a Coach being disgusted at his camper for packing on as many pounds as Diego evidently had. And so the sharp poke into his big, juicy tummy transfigured into a grab as Jason’s hand snaked around from Diego’s front to his equally-tubby love handle. The other hand was placed on its twin and Deigo felt himself, helpless, defenseless, and in full view of half the camp, being turned toward the mirror in front of him.

The scale had confirmed it, the numbers having jumped by ten since the last weigh in—how was it even possible he had packed on that much weight in a week?—and Coach Sebastian clacked away at his calculator, racking up Diego’s routinely-increasing BMI. The nerdy coach began snickering behind his glasses as he waved the numbers up in the air. “It’s official!” said the Coach in his nasally voice. “The fat fuck is officially a butterball!”

Those within Diego’s earshot began to snicker and whoop, to offer snide comments about how he had “never quite been able to put the fork down, that one.” Or how it was a “good thing he’ll get bumped up a weight class. His fat ass was barely able to fit through the door as it was, poor fat fuck.”

Diego tried not to let everyone see how badly it affected him, how flustered and embarrassed it was making him. But such teasing, taunting observations weren’t even the worst of it.

                “This is your own fault, you know, pork chop?” said Jason in his ear. Now he really was smiling. “You’re the one who fed yourself up like this, weren’t you fatboy?”

                And as Diego’s round body was wheeled about, he realized the Coach was absolutely right. He almost didn’t recognize himself. Before him stood a tubby young man, the lingerings of handsomeness jutting through the added pudge on his face. but the rest of him was completely unrecognizable. In his time at the Camp, Diego had absolutely buried himself in layers of fat, his belly swelling to completely cover his fly, his thighs porking out ridiculously, his moobs pressing up against his chubbed-up neck. He looked like a big fat scoop of neopolitan ice cream, his warm brown skin busting out from underneath the tight white t-shirt that didn’t even reach his cavernous belly button and his bright pink booty shorts that looked more like painted-on briefs. It had been a while since he’d been forced to look at himself in the mirror and while he still found his shocked, embarrassed face to be handsome, he felt that the rest of him rather resembled an overinflated balloon!

                It was all too much! The image of himself, standing there, big fat legs pressing out against each other, juicy arms unable to rest because his love handles were in the way. His Coach poking and prodding and squeezing his chubby side rolls. The sight of himself, about a bite of cheesecake away from splitting his uniform, completely defenseless. An overfed blowfish who in all likeliness would only be blown up even fatter! He felt himself growing excited, the waistband of his shorts creaking as he felt himself expand within them.

                Calm down, he told himself. Just take a deep breath.

                And then he saw Brandon, the flamboyant Coach who had been a tailor and a hairdresser before they began Rounding Up fatties across the country, walking up to him, smirking with a measuring tape held taut between his hands.

                And as Coach Jason was forced to stand aside as Brandon took the helm, wrapping the tape beneath Diego’s armpits and tut-tutting as he slid down Diego’s sides to his big belly, measuring the ridiculous circumference of the fatass. “Seems like the fat fuck has ballooned his belly wider than his shoulder-width!” said the Coach. And as he said it, Diego felt himself rise, swell, and—PING—the button of his shorts went flying out across the room!

                There was another humiliating snickering that surrounded him, consuming him, driving Diego ever-more flustered.

                And then, as Diego’s obese ass and thunderous thighs were measured, Jason all but shoved Brandon out of the way, grabbing Diego by the love handles and turning him in a 180-degree fashion. “Well, biggums…I’m sad to see you leave the Bunk…but rules are rules…now, there’s only one thing left to do.” And Diego braced himself, hoping his belly covered the exposed fly of his shorts, as he felt the enormous stamp flying out across the air and pressing squarely in his extremely-wide ass.

                He gave an involuntary squeal of embarrassment that thrilled the Coaches. And then, looking more pathetic than ever, Diego turned to look at the mirror over his shoulder, taking in the stamped image of a turkey that now replaced the teddy-bear print on his caked-up ass.

                “Well, then,” said Coach Jason. “All there is for us to do now is to roll you on down to your new bunk and introduce you to the other tubby butterballs!”

[lizzy019]

𝑀𝒾𝓃𝒾-𝓂𝑒, 𝑀𝒾𝓃𝒾-𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝑀𝒾𝓃𝒾-𝓌𝑒!

David “Hesh” Walker x Pregnant!Reader [afab reader]

cw -> pregnancy but mainly fluff.. and going into labour was cut short :)

Word Count -> 1K

Part one (MDNI)

34 weeks.

34 weeks pregnant with a prominent baby bump, hormones flying everywhere and your body changing rapidly to accommodate a child.

Breast pumps were purchased, a hospital bag was packed way in advance, and poor Hesh had been working relentlessly to make enough money to keep you and your child afloat.

Regardless, as a Lieutenant, 65,000 dollars a year was plenty when you considered your work as an accountant. It was lovely seeing him work harder, but it worried you more.

This time it wasn’t, “What if David doesn't come back?” Now it’s “What if David doesn’t come when our child is ready to be born?”

You hobbled yourself to the kitchen to make yourself food, craving the most random eggs and avocado mixture which sounded disgusting, but your body wanted it.

A kick landed in your inner stomach, and you winced a bit. The child was active, even during the night, and especially when you had your hot baths.

You rubbed the swollen flesh of your stomach, sighing in tiredness as you put your now scrambled eggs onto the frying pan to cook.

A quiet three knocks hit your door, and you knew who it was but David of course had the key. The door had opened and Riley ran in first, the little tapping of his nails trotting down the halls alerted you and you smiled.

“In the kitchen!” You called out, hearing the duffel bag thud to the ground and footsteps near.

It wasn’t long until Riley spotted you and licked at your thigh gently. He was kinder since you got pregnant, and he just knew by the smell of you that you were going through it.

Whining from Riley made a chuckle rise from David as he followed the pup into the kitchen, seeing you with a much bigger belly bump than he remembered and he instantly began peppering kisses to your cheek, jaw and neck.

“My mama’s gonna be a real mom soon. I’m so happy, you’re gonna be the best mom.” He murmured, watching you cook up some eggs for yourself.

“Sorry I didn’t make you anything, I didn’t know you were gonna be home so soon. I thought you were gonna be back by midnight again.” You said softly, kissing his cheek back in greeting before dishing out the finished eggs. A bit of mashed avocado was put on top, and while it disgusted you, one bite of it had every nerve in your body loosen.

“...Eggs and avocados? That’s new.” David chuckled at your weird choice, but made his way into the kitchen for some pork slices, cheese and mayo to make a simple sandwich.

“You’re saying mine is weird, but pork, cheese and mayo?” You teased back, kissing his cheek and going to sit at the kitchen table.

Watching him in his full glory was always your most memorable ritual, just looking him up and down had hearts form in your eyes.

“Mama, your pregnancy cravings are growing on me.” He responded, smiling.

David finished his sandwich and sat beside you, feeding Riley a piece of the pork slice and shooing him off before happily eating away.

This made you smile wide.

“If you’re such a good doggy daddy, you’ll be a good dad in general.” You murmured happily, finishing your food and pushing the plate aside.

David smiled at that, pressing his forehead to your shoulder for a moment before finishing off his sandwich.

His hands found their way to your baby bump, gently rubbing and feeling for any kicks.

“While I was gone, did you find out the gender?” He asked with a small nervous expression. He didn’t care about gender, he just wanted a healthy baby. Well.. he was leaning towards a boy.

“You promise not to scream bloody murder at the news?” You smiled.

David nodded with vigour, excited for the reveal.

You took a soft deep breath, and gently took his hands in yours. His warmth, it was back.

“It’s a boy.” You said simply.

David gave the softest “yes!” as if he scored some big win, and smashed a big kiss to your cheek. For the rest of the day, he was tied to your hip and talked to your baby bump way more than before.

Even if it was a bit nerve wracking to let a baby into the world at its worst, you were happy that it was with David.

Inside the hospital with monitors going for checkups on the child you managed to push out of you, David sat at your side with eyes blown wide. He’s seen people die, not being born! He made the mistake of taking a peek.

So there he was, watching your face soothe as a nurse gave you a bit more pain medication and run off to go check up on the others.

“You okay, mama? You did it, you’ve reached the checkpoint.” He assured you, squeezing your hand and kissing your knuckles.

You smiled so softly, you were certain it didn’t show. But your happiness was apparent when your hand gently squeezed his.

“I did it? No, you were a great help during the process. We did it, David.” You chuckled, speaking almost above a whisper.

The doctor came in with your child wrapped in a blue towel to signify its gender, and placed it on your chest for you to cradle.

Hands gently holding the child, the cries of the baby were the most angelic sound. The baby was alive, healthy, and even if there was a spike in one of the vitals, they said it was a common thing for newborns and it’d go down in a few weeks.

“We still haven’t had time to choose a name, David.” You reminded him.

He thought hard, looking at the child and back at you every now and then. It hit him like a train, the idea he had.

David gently took the baby from your hands, looking at the sweet face of his child, the sweet fuzz of hair growing and the red cheeks.

“Jakob. Jakob Walker.”

[bts-hyperfixation]

Outside of the Fox

Chapter 30 of 35

6932 words

Y/N longs for a new life when the one she’d been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

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"I wonder if they know they've stunk out the entire house?" Seokjin chuckles.

He and Namjoon were preparing for dinner, or more aptly Namjoon was watching Seokjin prepare for dinner. They hadn't realised the two of you were home and upstairs until it was too late, the pork belly needed to be watched and they couldn't escape back into the garden where it was safe. 

"I'm not sure how they couldn't know," Namjoon says.

The air around them permeated with the overly aromatic scent of lavender and rosemary. Namjoon tried to take shallow breaths to stop it from affecting him, but he couldn't help shuffling uncomfortably on the barstool as he got hard at just the thought of what Jimin might be doing to you upstairs. He flicked his wrist to distract himself but the pain seemed to have the opposite effect. 

Seokjin watched Namjoon out of the corner of his eye as he flipped the pork belly over to sear it. He wasn't as unaffected as he was trying to act either. The older man bit his lip as he tried to focus on the task at hand, but his mind kept running to thoughts of the bear sitting across from him. 

They had been sleeping in bed next to one another for the entire week and Namjoon hadn't made a single move past kissing, it was driving Jin mad. When Namjoon invited him on the family trip after their little tiff he had assumed they would take the next step in their relationship as soon as they had the chance. He had thought about making a move himself, but Namjoon had seemed so on edge so early on in the holiday he hadn't wanted to push and since then the moment hadn't seemed right. 

However, watching the way Namjoon was squirming, now might've been his best chance to take the next step. The pork belly was just about ready to take off the heat in order to rest, and the scent of lavender had just spiked. It was too tempting not to take his shot. He turned off the gas and placed the pan on the back of the stove while Namjoon's attention was elsewhere. 

The younger man's eyes had glazed over as he pinched the skin on his hand again. Seokjin slips around to the other side of the breakfast bar, sidling in behind Namjoon. He raises his hands up to Namjoon's strong shoulders and begins to massage them. Immediately Namjoon tensed up rather than relaxing, although Seokjin had expected that. 

He leans in and blows gently against Namjoon's ear before whispering to him. 

"Why don't you let me help you unwind Joonie?" 

"I've never been good at letting myself go," Namjoon confesses.

It's clear that he tries to relax into Jin's touch but it's halfhearted, so Jin gives up on the massage and goes straight for the gold. He trails his fingers down along Namjoon's biceps, squeezing the muscles gently and then he moves on to his forearms. He plays with Namjoon's fingers for a little while and the younger man leans back into him. 

Jin's fingers drop into Namjoon's lap, he walks them along the thick thighs, teasing his way up and down the bare skin, Namjoon's swim trunks bunching around the top of his legs as he sits. Each time Jin's hands get close to Namjoon's centre, the bear moans just a little, more sensitive than usual as he drinks in yours and Jimin's scents in the air around him.

Just as Seokjin brings his hands to the apex of Namjoon's thigh, just a hair breath away from touching his goal when Namjoon's hands cover his.

"I don't think we should be doing this in the kitchen," Namjoon says.

"Why, I'm not scared of an audience, are you?" Jin teases.

He presses his lips across Namjoon's shoulder

"For our first time together I had really hoped for something more romantic." Namjoon sighs.

The younger man swivels in his stool until he is facing Jin properly. He reaches out and wraps his arms around Jin's small waist, his hands coming to rest on the doctor's bum as he pulls him in closer. 

"We have had plenty of romantic moments this week Namjoon and you haven't made a single pass at me," Jin rolls his eyes.

"I didn't know you wanted me to make a pass at you, I didn't know we were there yet," Namjoon stumbles over his words.

Jin chuckles over him being so easily flustered. The older man leans down and kisses Namjoon on the nose. 

"You think way too much, you know that?"

"It's hard to turn my brain off," Namjoon says sheepishly.

"Then for god sake man, just let me help you," Jin responds in mock exasperation. 

Namjoon relents, his hands coming away from Jin's bum. He fluttered his fingers around Jin's torso until he reached his shoulders before grabbing onto his broad shoulders and pulling him in for a kiss. They waste little time in deepening the embrace. Jin pushes Namjoon up against the breakfast bar, almost climbing into his lap.

The doctor nibbles at Namjoon's lower lip making him gasp and Jin takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into the kiss. 

Jin grinds his erection against Namjoon's leg, moaning at the relief the slight friction awards him. 

"I knew you would sound pretty like this," Namjoon mumbled.

"You haven't heard anything yet," 

Jin pulls back from Namjoon and takes his hand. They take off towards the stairs, giggling at each other like naughty schoolchildren. They don't even bother to close the door behind them, too eager to continue their elicit escapades. Jin pushes Namjoon onto the mattress and wastes no time mounting him. He flicks his hips against Namjoon's, brushing their crotches together through their swim shorts.

Namjoon groans as Jin works their hips together. 

"How about I get you out of those swim shorts?" Jin murmurs, leaning down to nibble on Namjoon's ear.

The bear nods enthusiastically, so Jin wraps his fingers around the waistband of Namjoon's trunks and yanks them down. He had felt Namjoon's size a number of times now but nothing compared to seeing it in its full glory. His mouth waters at the thought of wrapping his tongue around the length.

"No wonder you have so many happy mates," Jin beams. 

He wriggles back off of Namjoon's thighs until his eyes are in line with Namjoon's crotch.

He wraps one hand around the length and bends to lick at the precome dribbling from the tip. The salty taste does nothing to quell the way his mouth watered. He swallowed hard and then opened his mouth wide to fully encompass the top of the shaft.

Namjoon's toes curl. Jin's warm mouth felt like heaven on his skin. He reaches down to thread his fingers into the other's dark locks, tugging a little as the older man's hand begins to twist at his base. 

"You're making me feel like a teenager again, I don't know how long I'm going to last," Namjoon whines.

If anything that turned Jin on more. The fact that Namjoon was so sensitive drove him nuts, the man jerked at every small change in his ministrations. He grinds his own crotch against the bed to try and relieve some of the pressure in his own trunks. 

He thrusts into the duvet at the same pace as he bobs his head. He hollows his cheeks and sucks harder, willing Namjoon to cum down his throat. He can feel a knot tightening in his own stomach and is embarrassed to say he was so pent up he was going to spill over and make a mess of his swimwear. 

But he was determined to make Namjoon come undone first. 

He removes his hand from the shaft and reaches for Namjoon's balls instead. He fondles them carefully, testing the waters of what the other man can handle.

"Tug them harder Jinnie," He moans.

His fingers wrap tighter in the older man's hair. Jin does as he is told, using a much firmer grasp as he fondles Namjoon's testicles.

With one final groan and a harsh tug as a warning, Namjoon cums hard down Jin's throat, a bonfire scent filling the air as the pleasure rolls through his body. 

Jin shivers as the smokey smell mingles with yours and Jimin's already sweet odour. He pushes his harshly into the blush blanket and cums hard in his shorts.

"Did you just?..." Namjoon asks, lifting his head from the mattress to look at the panting man between his legs.

"Let's just say you might need to check on dinner while I change into something... fresh,"

"Dang I was so hoping to return the favour..." Namjoon pouted.

"Well, we will just have to rack up a round two later tonight." Jin shrugs.

"I'll hold you to it." Namjoon grinned.

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Luckily dinner had survived without the pair watching over it. 

You and Jimin had emerged from his room around twenty minutes before dinner was served. You had done your best to air out the bedroom, hoping the overwhelming combination of your scents had been contained by the locked door, but something about the sheepish looks around the table told you that it'd done a terrible job. 

You tried to keep your eyes down and on your food, but your cheeks felt hot with the prickly feeling of being watched.

From the corner of your eye, you could see a similarly bashful expression. It hadn't escaped your notice that his scent was also lingering heavily in the air. 

"So... anyone got any idea what they want to do for our second to last evening here," Taehyung asks, ignoring the awkward air.

"I thought I might go for a night swim," Jungkook chirps up.

"That sounds fun bun, maybe I'll join you," Taehyung winks suggestively.

Jungkook's ears turn a deep scarlet and he shovels more food into his face.

"I could do with a swim too," Jimin says.

Jungkook looks immediately relieved.

"Hobi and I were thinking of taking advantage of the jacuzzi. Y/N, would you like to join us?" Yoongi asks.

"Yeah, I feel like we haven't spent enough time together today..." Hobi flutters his eyelashes at you.

"Didn't you pair wake up in her bed?" Jin points out.

"I'm not sure how those two points are related..." Hobi pretends to be oblivious.

Jin shakes his head but drops it anyway. Neither he nor Namjoon are forthcoming with their plans but the flirty looks from Jin and general evasiveness from Namjoon made it easy to guess what they might be thinking.

The air of awkwardness lifts after Taehyung's icebreaker and dinner talk continues as it usually might. It's much later than any of you realised by the time dessert is cleared away but that doesn't;t prevent you from going about your earlier plans. 

Taehyung stays behind to tidy up as the rest of you disappear into the night. 

You change into yet another revealing bikini and make your way to the hut at the bottom of the garden where you'd discovered an indoor jacuzzi away from the main house. It's a beautifully dimly lit room with the tub sunk into the floor,  padded seating around the edges, and a minifridge for drinks in the corner. Hoseok and Yoongi are already sitting in the tub waiting for you.

Well maybe not waiting for you.

The two seem rather wrapped up in one another. They each hold a glass of champagne, arms linked as they toast to one another and take a swig. Yoongi is pretty much in Hoseok's lap, with barely any space between them. 

You clear your throat and they turn to look your way.

Hoseok releases a slow wolf whistle at the sight of you. Yoongi's eyes rove over every inch of your body, drinking you in. 

"Hurry up and climb in Y/N... before you get cold," Hoseok summons you forward. 

You lower yourself to the floor and slide into the wonderfully warm water. Stress you hadn't even realised you had been holding on to releases into the steam as the jets hit your back. The moment you settle, the two men separate to flank you on either side. 

"So... Y/N, how was your date with Jimin?" Yoongi said, a hint of teasing in his tone.

"It was a really nice picnic," You answer, not sure how much they suspected.

"When did you guys come back? We missed you this afternoon," Hoseok pouts.

"I... I don't really remember, not too late I don't think..."

"Having trouble remembering are you? Yeah, Jimin's tongue tends to cause amnesia..."

Your mouth opens and closes like a goldfish, coming up short when thinking of a way to deny the accusation without lying. 

"Oh Y/N, I'm just teasing," Yoongi chuckles.

He reaches out and places his finger under your chin, tilting your face towards him. He kisses you softly, tracing the line of your lips with his tongue. Hoseok follows his lead, kissing water droplets from the nape of your neck. Your body twists of its own accord, leading you to lean against Hobi's chest. His mouth follows the line of your shoulder, and he nips at the sensitive skin, leaving tiny bruises behind. 

As Hoseok's movements become more bold it feels as though Yoongi only becomes more apprehensive. The older man pulls away from you to watch the way your head lulls back onto Hobi's shoulder in his absence. You don't notice too much as Hoseok's arms encircle your waist pulling you fully into his lap. But Hobi notices the lack of resistance. 

"Puppy? What's wrong?" Hoseok asks, sitting you upright.

"Nothing is wrong, can't I just enjoy the show?" Yoongi deflects. 

"Not when you've been talking about us ravishing Y/N all week no." 

Yoongi's ears turn red as he lashes out and hits Hobi mockingly on the shoulder. The human only laughs in response. Your own cheeks heat up at the suggestion of the both of them talking about you. Hoseok reached out and caressed Yoongi's arm comfortingly.

"Is it the girl thing?" He asks.

Yoongi nods in response, suddenly shy.

"What girl thing?" You ask.

"Remember when we went on our first date?" Yoongi asks, you nod "Remember when I said I had never pursued a woman before? That means I've never been with a woman... you know sex-wise either..."

He doesn't look at you as he confesses his insecurity. It's oddly reassuring to know he is almost as nervous as you are to progress to the next step. Your afternoon with Jimin had certainly put your main concerns at ease, but it didn't really do much to quell the butterflies that flutter around your stomach every time you feel Hobi move his hands around your bare stomach. 

"I told you Jagiya, I'll guide you through it," Hoseok winks, cupping Yoongi's cheek.

"What do you mean by guiding him through it," You ask, twisting in his arms to look at him.

"Why don't we just show you?" Hoseok replies.

He lifts you from his lap onto the edge of the hot tub. You shiver as the cool air hits your damp skin. Hoseok drags his hands down your legs, pushing them apart just a little and then he backs away. Instead, he takes ahold of Yoongi's shoulders and guides him into the empty space between your legs.

One of his hands travels up, tangling in the hair at the nape of Yoongi's neck. Yoongi's hands fly to your knees to balance himself as Hoseok begins to force his head down. He grumbles a little at the pressure but allows the younger man to take control. 

"Now worship her thighs like you do Namjoon's," Hobi instructs. 

His voice is low and sexy, focus in his eyes as he watches Yoongi move, like he was born to command. 

"Now that is something I can happily do," 

Yoongi's eyes glint mischievously and he closes the rest of the gap between his mouth and your thigh. He licks a long stripe until he almost reaches your bathing suit, but his tongue disappears just before he touches the fabric. Your toes curl just thinking about how close he came to your centre. He bites his way back along where he had licked and then repeats his actions on the other side. 

His hands draw circles along your skin to compliment the movements of his lips. 

"Now that's a nice view," Hobi admires.

He floats back to the other edge of the jacuzzi to watch the show. Licking his lips in time with Yoongi's movements. 

You struggle to decide where to look. Hobi looked so sexy looking at you, but the man between your legs was practically begging for your attention, and then your brain was fighting for you to close your eyes and just enjoy the sensations. You're close to dragging Yoongi exactly where you want him when Hobi holds his hand up and instructs him to stop instead. 

"Y/N, lift your hips darling, let him take those bottoms off for you, they look very uncomfortable,"

You do as you're told, and Yoongi makes quick work of rolling the lycra down your legs and out of the way. 

"Such a good boy," Hoseok purrs and Yoongi flushes, "Now this is the really fun part. Yoongi, lean in and kiss her,"

Yoongi stands in the water, takes your face between his hands, and kisses you until you are breathless. His tongue plays delicately with yours, dancing around as his lips move expertly against yours. 

Hoseok allows it to go on for a short while before threading his fingers back into Yoongi's hair and dragging him away from you. 

"That's not where I meant puppy," He chuckles, looking between Yoongi's eyes and your exposed heat. "Let me show you." 

Hoseok opens your legs wider and slots himself between them. Yoongi becomes enraptured by the younger man, he watches intently as Hobi blows softly against your heat.

"Ready sweetheart?" he asks winking up at you. 

You nod, eager to see if he is as good as he seems to be suggesting. His tongue flicks across the small gap and teases the hood of your clit. He grins and wastes no more time. His tongue licks a long stripe along your pussy, the tip of his tongue delving into your hole, collecting your slick and smearing it along the rest of your folds. 

You are mesmerised as you watch the way his cheeks hollow as he sucks at your clit. You hear a moan escape and it takes a moment to realise it's neither yours nor Hobi's.

Yoongi's fingers are turning white as he digs them into his legs, leaning in to get a better look at what Hobi is doing to you. 

"God, you taste too good, maybe I don't want to stop and let him try," Hoseok moans.

Your head leans back as his tongue works faster. You reach out and Yoongi's hand meets yours holding on tightly. Two of Hoseok's long fingers join his tongue in his ministrations. He plays with your hole only for a moment before they push inside. 

"Now love, I know you can't see this part but you need to move your fingers like you're summoning her to you," Hobi instructs, punctuating his point with a harsh curl of his fingers inside you.

He turns to look at Yoongi to make sure he is paying attention, a line of spit and slick connects him to you as he speaks. The sight is sinful. Even worse when his free hand tugs Yoongi in by the chin for a kiss. The jackal practically cries when he tastes you on the other man's lips.

"Please let me try Hobi," He whines.

You never thought you'd hear him whine like that. 

"You can try after I finish her off Jagiya, I'm sure she can finish more than once for us," He promises.

Then Hobi turns his attention fully back to you. You crush Yoongi's hand as Hoseok's tongue goes faster and deeper. Your stomach ties knots around itself as your legs straighten of their own accord. You cum hard on his tongue, panting as he continues to work your clit long past your crest. 

When he finally moves away, Yoongi muscles him out of the way, desperate to taste you from the source. Any apprehension he was feeling prior to this moment seems to evaporate as he devours you. It's hard to tell if his tongue is better than Hoseok's or if just the oversensitivity of having just cum.

"I knew he'd be good at that," Hoseok whispers in your ear, propping himself up beside you on the edge. 

He has you lean against him again, supporting you as Yoongi pushes against your thighs to get better access to you. It takes no time before you're cumming again, Yoongi lapping up every drop. He doesn't stop until you cry out and push at his head. He still makes a point of kissing down your thigh as he pulls away, darkening the bruises he had left earlier. 

Hoseok tilts your head to kiss you softly. Yoongi stands to join the pair of you at your level, nosing into your kiss. It's awkward to kiss two people at once, but not unpleasant. It makes the three of you giggle as you fight one another for kisses. 

"Do you think you could manage one more orgasm, sweetheart," Hoseok asks, "I really would love to watch you come undone on Yoongi's cock, I mean look at how hard he is for you." 

Hoseok reaches out to grab Yoongi's crotch and your eyes follow the movement. Yoongi's cock strains against the limiting fabric of his trunks. 

"I...I think I might be able to," You try.

"Don't force yourself angel, we can entertain each other if you've been... tired out," Yoongi says.

"No, no I can do it," You assure them.

"That's a good girl," Hoseok beams, proud.

Yoongi wraps you in his arms and pulls you back down into the water with him, sitting you in his lap. Hoseok backs away to take in the whole view. 

"I think it's time to get rid of this," Yoongi says, untying the top of your bikini.

The fabric falls into the water and Yoongi's hands come up to cup your bare chest. His thumbs flash over your nipples and he chuckles as you quiver under his touch. You grind absently into his lap, his erection poking you in the back.

"Yoongi love, I think it's time to get rid of your... confines too," Hoseok suggests. 

He holds a hand out to you so you can stand and Yoongi shirks his trunks away. 

Yoongi guides you back down onto his shaft, they both help you to lower yourself slowly until you are fully seated with Yoongi buried deep inside of you. The water ripples around you as Hoseok disposes of his own swimwear in favour of also being nude. 

You can't look away as you see Hobi grab his cock, lazily jerking himself off as his eyes stay glued on the two of you in front of him.

"Go on then," He nods at Yoongi.

The jackal does as he is told thrusting up into you in time with Hoseok's hand. As Hobi speeds up so does he hitting hard into your most sensitive area, you tip forward to relieve the pressure slightly but you only succeed in encouraging him. His hips snap harder and faster. He massages your breasts as you bounce in his lap. 

You're closer to Hoseok now and he bends forward to peck you on the lips, his free hand wiping a tear from your cheek. 

The water sloshes harshly around you as the pair move in tandem. 

You see Hoseok bite down on his lip moments before he cums, the string of white flying up to land on your face. He has the decency to look a little ashamed as he does his best to wipe it away from your eyes. Your tongue flicks out before you think about it, tasting him on your lips. 

"That was far too sexy to be reasonable," Hoseok groans, kissing you again. 

Yoongi seems to agree as he pulls you back by the shoulder, settling you properly in his lap as he cums deep inside of you. One hand wanders away from your chest to play with your clit. 

"I'm starting to suspect you never needed my help here," Hoseok says, raising an eyebrow.

"I've watched enough porn," Yoogni shrugs.

Your entire body shakes as your orgasm washes over you, it feels almost like you're peeing as you cum hard, slouching back against Yoongi completely tuckered out. 

"Okay, I think we should get you dry and into a nice warm bed," Hoseok says, clambering out of the tub. 

Yoongi helps to push you up to Hobi's awaiting arms. Hoseok wraps you up in a fluffy towel and holds you close, keeping you warm as you dry off. Yoongi fetches a towel for himself and for Hobi, slinging the fluffier one around the human's shoulders. 

"How're your legs Y/N, still got enough energy to walk back to the house?" Yoongi asks, taking you from Hoseok's arms to lean up against him. 

"I think so," You confirm.

The pair lead you back into the villa and up into their room. There's no sign of the others as you pass, but you aren't really inclined to look for them at that moment. 

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"This entire place reeks of sex now" Jungkook laments to Jimin the next morning.

He had gone to bed all riled up with no one to take out his frustration on. Jimin had crawled into bed with Taehyung after their swim, and you, Hoseok, and Yoongi had shut the door to their bedroom hours before the three youngest had returned from their swim. He had intended to find Namjoon and Jin but the heightened smell of  Jin's citrusy scent suggested it might be best to leave well enough alone.

After their long talk last time he had felt left out, Jungkook was trying desperately to be happy for them all, knowing it was not a reflection on him. But it was their last day and he had started it far too grumpy. 

"Aw Jungkookie, we can have breakfast outside if you'd prefer... Although the dining area might be a little too close to the jacuzzi hut to really avoid that smell," Jimin chuckled. 

Jungkook didn't find that funny. He grumbled into his coffee. 

"Aw bunny, if you're feeling left out, I'd be more than happy to help you join in," Taehyung says, ruffling the man's hair as he comes into the kitchen.

The poor bunny turns vermillion as his coffee suddenly becomes the most interesting thing in the room. Jimin shoots Taehyung a look that suggests it was a poorly timed joke. Taehyung shoots one back that suggests it wasn't a joke. Jimin chokes on his own coffee as the panda pulls out the chair beside Jungkook, grabbing the pitcher of juice from the middle of the table and pouring a glass for himself. 

"What do you say Jungkook, fancy a romp? I've been thinking about you all week in those little trunks of yours." Taehyung winks.

He wraps an arm around Jungkook's shoulder and Jimin fully expects him to shake it off, but he doesn't. Instead, he leans into the embrace. Jimin raises his eyebrows but doesn't say anything for fear of ruining the moment, he thought Jungkook would still be a little scared of intimacy with the newer pack members. 

Taehyung lays his cheek against Jungkook's head looking unbelievably domestic, something close to comfortable, if only Jungkook's cheeks would de-flush back to his regular tanned tone. 

"I was thinking of spending the day by the pool again, perhaps we could share one of those double loungers on the far side with the gossamer curtains?" Taehyung suggests. 

Jungkook just nods, reaching out for a pastry to shove in his mouth as a distraction.

"Great," Taehyung beams, "Care to join us Chim?" He winks.

"Oh, I'm not going to miss this," Jimin grins.

Taehyung doesn't know what he has gotten himself into. 

Slowly the other members of the pack stroll into the kitchen, lazy smiles on each of their faces. 

Seokjin walks in first, he also ruffles Jungkook's hair and the youngest preens at the touch.

When Yoongi enters, he kisses each member sitting at the table. Even giving Taehyung a quick peck that the panda rushes to deepen before the jackal can pull away. 

Hoseok makes himself comfortable immediately, he stretches out in one of the chairs, taking a pastry from Jungook's plate. He then steals Taehyung's juice to take a swig rather than pouring his own. Yoongi hits him around the head but still waits on him handing him his own mug of steaming coffee.

Namjoon practically dances into the room, high on the happy scents of those who matter to him the most in the world. He stoops to scent each one, not even thinking to hesitate as he reaches Hoseok, who thankfully accepts the scenting with no issue. If anything the human wished he had a stronger inclination to do it in return. 

Finally, you stumble in, legs still a little weak from the day before. You barely make it over the threshold before Jungkook's hand shoots out and grabs your wrist. He tugs you gently and you fall into his lap with no resistance. His nose buries into your scent gland and he takes a deep breath. 

"You smell so pretty when you're this happy." Jungkook sighs dreamily.

He picks up one of the croissants from his plate and brings it up for you to take a bite. You do so happily and then he takes a bite for himself. 

"Are we planning to do anything today? I'm feeling a little tired if I'm honest," You say

"I bet you are," Taehyung mumbles so only you and Jungkook can hear him.

"No, I think we should hang around the villa, and make sure we are all packed and ready. I want everyone to go and fetch your passports to give to me so I can keep them safe," Namjoon directs.

"We are not giving you our passports Joonie, I love you but you'll lose them immediately," Yoongi points out. 

The bear has the audacity to look offended for a moment, before reconsidering.

"Give them to Jin," He concedes.

Everyone agrees and when you've all finished your dinner you escape to make sure all of your possessions are packed up and ready to go. 

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Taehyung doesn't give Jungkook the chance to back out of spending the day with him. As soon as you have finished finished packing up your room the man disappears in search of the bunny. 

He finds him and Jimin still in their room packing up a plethora of burrowing materials Jungkook had insisted on bringing so his room in the villa would feel like his room in the house. Taehyung grabs some of the pillows and pushes them into a vacuum bag ready for Jimin to suck the air out of. 

The three continue to pack in silence for a little while until everything is finally gathered and the only things left out are pyjamas for tonight and their travel documents. 

"I'm going to run these over to Jin," Jimin says, collecting the passports from the duvet.

The red panda scurries from the room, leaving Jungkook alone with Taehyung. The panda grins suggestively making Jungkook fidget. Jungkook had forgotten that technically pandas are predators until he saw that glint in Taehyung's eye, the glint that made his heart feel like it was going to burst from his chest. 

Jungkook's ears tucked down and he slowly started to back away as Taehyung advanced at an equally slow pace.

"You don't need to be scared of me bunny, I just want to show you a good time," He holds his hands up in surrender, stopping a couple of feet away from where Jungkook had backed himself into a corner.

Jungkook's eyes opened comically wide as he glanced around the room to try and find an escape. Taehyung readjusts his stance, seemingly remembering who he was dealing with, he steps to the side to allow Jungkook to run away if he really wanted to. 

"I...I'm not scared..." Jungkook puffs out his chest.

"Really? Could've fooled me..." Taehyung shrugs.

Jungkook rolls out his shoulders and shivers as the stress shakes through his body. 

"How about we head outside? Out in the open with everyone else?" Taehyung suggests holding out his hand for Jungkook to take.

Jungkook nods quickly and takes Taehyung's hand. His palm is sweaty but Taehyung doesn't let go. They make their way into the garden and find the rest of you all lounging around. Namjoon has you in his lap, reading to you lazily. Yoongi and Hoseok are tossing a ball back and forth in the pool. and Jimin and Jin have yet to emerge from the villa. 

Taehyung leads Jungkook past all of you to the double lounger he'd had his eyes on all week. The padding is far more comfortable than he was expecting. He sinks onto the chair and then pulls Jungkook down on top of him. The bunny freezes for a moment, hands braced on Taehyung's bare chest before he seems to remember himself a scurries off to the side. It makes Taehyung chuckle watching the flustered younger man, he is just too cute. 

Taehyung follows the bunny, rolling onto his side. He runs a finger down Jungkook's surprisingly chiselled abs. Jungkook squeaks as his stomach tenses up. Taehyung kisses Jungkook's shoulder just to hear him squeak again.

"Leave the poor guy alone," Jimin reprimands, sliding onto the edge of the lounger.

"If he wanted me to stop he would tell me, wouldn't you bun?" Taehyung asks.

He props himself up on his arm to look at Jungkook more directly. It seems Jungkook's tongue has disappeared but he nods enthusiastically.

"See" Taehyung sticks his tongue out at Jimin. "Jungkook is a good boy, he knows when to tell me to stop."

He leans in a teases Jungkook with soft kisses. Jungkook moans, his lips following Taehyung's every time he pulls away. 

"Guess he does know what he wants," Jimin shrugs.

Jimin rubs his hands along Jungkook's calves as Taehyung continues to play with kisses, not quite leaning in to kiss him properly. Jimin's fingers wander as he watches Tae, he makes his way over JK's knees and up his thighs, scratching as he goes. He can see the bulge growing quickly in Jungkook's pants as he gets riled up, it wouldn't be long until his switch flipped and Taehyung was in for an experience. 

"You know Tae, you might want to stop messing around if you want to get what you're going for..." Jimin suggests.

"I think I know what I'm doing here..." Taehyung says.

Still, he takes the advice and kisses Jungkook passionately. The hand he isn't using to balance draws up to Jungkook's nipples. He pinches a twists the dark buds and whisper against the younger man's lips.

"These are so pretty baby, I hate that you're going to be wearing a shirt more after today." 

Jungkook's reply sounds more like a growl than the whine that Taehyung had been expecting. He pulls back to find Jungkook's eyes are no longer wide and innocent, but focused and thin. He looks at Taehyung like he is hungry, making the older man swallow hard. He barely has a chance to take a breath before Jungkook is rolling them over and pushing him down. 

Jungkook licks Taehyung's scent gland possessively while Jimin chuckles watching the scene unfold. Taehyung looks mildly terrified and extremely turned on as Jungkook takes over the seduction. He had planned to worship the younger man until he was finally completely comfortable with him, but this worked too. He let Jungkook claim him, lying still as the bunny's tongue ran wild across his neck and shoulders.

Jungkook releases a low rumble that sounds like he is purring. 

Taehyung is unbelievably endeared by this confident side of Jungkook.

"Does this happen a lot when he is horny?" He asks a very amused-looking Jimin.

"Uhuh, He is like our own little wind-up toy. Turn him on and watch him go," Jimin shrugs.

"That might've been nice to know before I ended up pinned under him,"

Jungkook continues marking his territory with kisses and nips, seemingly oblivious to the conversation going on around him. 

"But that would've taken away from my fun. Are you really complaining about it?" Jimin raised an eyebrow.

"Absolutely not." Taehyung grinned, turning back to the man in his lap. 

He threaded his fingers into Jungkook's hair and tugged until the man's lip fell upon his own. He nibbled at the bunny's bottom lip until it started to swell, taking his time to enjoy the heavy feel of the man atop him. Jungkook's hips moved of their own accord, grinding down against Tae's crotch. The pair moan together succeeding in making Jimin just as hard as them. 

The red panda reaches down inside of his shorts to palm himself for relief. He starts with short languid motions favouring his tip with his thumb as his eyes stay glued to his lovers as they finally explore one another. 

"Let me be on top Kookie, show you what I can do for you," Taehyung asks.

"No," Jungkook replies. 

He shuffles down in Taehyung's lap and returns to his tongue's earlier exploration. He flicks across Taehyung's scent gland briefly releasing another plume of chocolate into the air. Then he licks down to Taehyung's nipples, taking each one between his teeth, sucking and nibbling at the buds until they are pebbled to his satisfaction. He finishes his exploration of Taehyung's torso with a brief dip into his navel, making the panda jump beneath him.

"Kookie, did you know Taehyung really, really likes to see his pretty skin when it's all purple and bruised? Especially along his hips. Why don't you see what damage those bunny teeth of yours can really manage?" Jimin encourages. 

The eldest has started moving his fist a little faster inside his shorts now as Jungkook follows his directions.

Jungkook carefully folds down the waistband of Tae's shorts so he can see his full 'V' at the bottom of his torso. A small amount of pubic hair peaks out over the top of the fabric. Jungkook starts on the left side, biting hard at the very top of Taehyung's hip bones making him shout. 

Jimin glances behind him to see everyone's eyes glance in their direction but he holds a finger up to his lips and winks. You all immediately go back to minding your own business, although some of you can't help a few wandering glances. 

Jungkook briefly admires the sharp imprint of his teeth, leaving tiny little bruises in the shape of his jaw on the previously unmarred skin, then he continues his way along the v-shape sucking smaller bruises in his wake. He stops just as he reaches the pubic hair, tempted to reveal even more but deciding better of it for now. Instead, he mirrors his actions on the other side, creating more angry red marks.

"They look so pretty Jungkook," Taehyung compliments, glancing down at his new decorations. "Will you let me worship you yet?" 

"No!" Jungkook giggles.

He moves back to straddle Taehyung's hip once more. He takes hold of the older man's wrists and pins them above his head. Then he kisses each of Taehyung's cheeks, then his forehead, and finally his mouth. He grinds hard against Taehyung, laying his claim by pressing as much of his body as he can to Taehyung's as he has his way with him. 

Mostly, the panda just takes it, chuckling a little as he gets more worked up but is powerless to do anything against him. He isn't used to not having the control it's... novel. It feels like Jungkook might be working towards something big.

And then Jin is calling them inside for lunch. 

Jungkook's ears go red as he comes back to himself. He squeaks and tries to scurry inside to meet the others for dinner before Taehyugn can comment. But Jimin stops him from bolting.

"Why so jumpy bun? That was hot as hell," Taehyung says, sitting up so he can kiss Jungkook one more time, "I only wish we had time to finish,"

"Maybe we will have a chance this evening," Jimin suggests.

Jungkook just nods, hoping they don't expect him to speak properly. He moves to get up and follow the others inside for lunch, only for Jimin to pull him back.

"We might want to wait and cool down for a little while before heading in bun," He says gesturing to the tents in each of their pants. 

By the time they do make it inside, you have all mostly finished your sandwiches, snacking on crisps and salads as the meal winds down.

For the rest of the day, it is suggested that you all spend time together, rather than off on your own. And so you do, playing games in the pool and cuddling up to watch movies under fluffy blankets until the early hours. leaving you all with only short naps before you have to leave for the airport and return to reality.

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[ladylooch]

Going Home with You- Timo Meier

A/N: Just cause I love these two and Timo had a great game today and I know exactly how these two spent the rest of their day 🥰

Word Count: 1.7k

Inside the group of Devils WAGS, Emma stands beside Kristen Haula, looking down at the newest addition to their family. The baby is in its holder, snuggles up into Kristen’s chest. Emma can’t help but steal glances at the little bundle every so often. Every time Emma sees a baby, she tries to wrap her head around the fact that there is one of those inside of her. It hasn’t quite computed. Maybe it will at their 19 week appointment next week when they get to see the baby again. 

Emma and Timo have told the team and most of their important  friends and family members now. It is starting to get real. As real as the baby yawning next to her while gripping its own fingers tightly. A smile tilts the corner of Emma’s mouth up seeing the baby’s little mouth stretch in a yawn again. 

“Very cute.” Emma murmurs when Kristen catches her looking.

“So cute. Makes all of pregnancy worth it.”

“I hope so.” Emma sighs, thinking back to those rough weeks in the first trimester when her body felt like it was revolting against her. “I am feeling better now.” Emma shrugs. “But my back is really killing me.”

As if on cue, her lower back tightens up and she leans forward, trying to stretch it out. A hand glides along her back, thick fingers beginning to dig into her reoccurring pain spot. Emma turns, looking over her shoulder to see Timo.

“Hi!” She smiles, wrapping her arms around his neck. He played so great today. She has been itching to get him into a hug since he scored early in the second period.

Timo chases her lips as she tries to press her nose into his shoulder. She tilts her head back, capturing his full mouth. His tongue is gliding along the seam of her mouth as his hands press her tighter into his body. Her bump prevents her from getting any closer. She feels pressure and rumbling where her bump pressed into Timo’s stomach. She contemplates, but ultimately unsure if that is the baby or the popcorn she couldn’t stop eating during the second intermission. When her and Timo separate, she is breathless.

“Wow, yeah.” She flutters her eyes closed, feeling blushy and giddy. “Hi.”

“Hi babe.” Timo murmurs. He pecks her one more time, then focuses his hands on her lower back. Emma grips the lapels of his suit as he rubs his fingers in. It feels incredible. She bites her lip to not let out a pregnancy soaked moan. His thumbs rub stretched circles into the back of her hip bones. She rests her forehead on his sternum and he kisses the top of her head. “Do you want to wait for Nico?”

“I should. He scored too.” Emma murmurs. “You guys kept me up and moving today.” Timo chuckles.

“That’s good, after you fell asleep during the Rangers game Thursday.”

“Look, I was tired. I didn’t get my nap in like you. Some of us are working weird hours to help support their business in Switzerland.” 

“This is true. My babies work so hard.” Timo nods, patting her bump. “Nico should be out in a minute. He was right behind me.”

Nico does indeed come sauntering out, hands in his pockets. He offers a hug to his sister and modestly accepts her excitement about his goal. Other than being with Timo, the best part of being in Jersey for Emma is getting to see Nico play consistently. The way this team ignites under his leadership gives Emma chills every night. Together, the three of them head out to the parking ramp. Lexi is working OT at the hospital and won’t be home until after 10:00pm tonight. Nico is going to the store to have dinner ready for her when she arrives. While Nico stops to take pictures and sign autographs for fans, Timo and Emma head home to their apartment. 

Once they are there, they order some pork belly ramen and plan to continue their quest of watching all the Marvel movies together on Disney+. Next up is Captain America: Winter Solider. Curled up under a blanket with Timo Meier is the only place in the world Emma wants to be. She can barely watch the movie because she is so focused on how good Timo’s body feels resting against her. Her pregnant body begins swirling with hormones, inducing thoughts of saddling up right here and giving him his reward now rather than waiting for the end of the night.

Her cheek perches on his pec. Her gaze drags off the TV to the tie of his sweatpants. Her hand moves down from where it was wrapped around his back, gliding along those ties and pulling them apart. Timo’s head turns away from the TV, lips ghosting over her head, watching her hand slide into the waistband of his cotton pants. Her palm glides down his shaft as it thickens in her grasp. She pumps him a few times, squeezing as she does so. Timo’s hand on her hip slides down the back of her yoga pants, gripping her bare ass.

It isn’t long before their pants are gone, shirts still on, as Emma bounces up and down on Timo’s cock. Her head falls back towards the ceiling, nipples pebbling against his callused palms as he holds her swollen breasts under her shirt. Emma is loud as she comes, stretched and used by his powerful body tonight.

“Ah.” Timo grimaces when her last wave releases them both. Emma steadies herself with her hands on his abdomen. “That hurt my ass a bit.”

Emma tilts her head to the side, looking utterly fucked out, not comprehending the issue.

“Hm?” 

“My butt hurts from the shot I blocked.” 

“Oh.” She rushes trying to get off him. Timo grips her hips tightly.

“No, no, no.” He murmurs, then drifts his eyes down to her belly. She looks so obviously pregnant right now with their baby. It stirs him inside her even as he just filled her up. “Wanna look at you like this some more.” So there she stays, until she absolutely cannot avoid getting off him to go to the bathroom. 

Timo is in bed when she is done. She comes out of the bathroom, smiling at the new panties and pajama pants he has waiting for her on her side of the bed. She slides them on, then gets into bed with him. She curls into his side, ignoring the pregnancy pillow that she itches to wrap around and under her too. She will eventually, but right now she wants to feel all of him against her. Timo rolls onto his side as she maneuvers a leg through both of his. Her socked feet tangle with his in the middle of their California King. 

“How is your butt now?” 

“It’s sore. Gonna have a sick bruise. Probably already do.”

“You think?” Emma murmurs. She shifts up, looking over his back and pulling his sweatpants and underwear down. He has a definitive reddish and purple mark from the puck. Emma cringes then leans forward and puts her lips on his butt cheek, kissing him softly. Timo’s ass tightens in surprise under her mouth.

“Whew, damn, babe. Warn a dude before we start doing butt stuff.” He jokes as she rolls back into her previous position after replacing his clothes. His palm slides across her bump immediately, settling in for his nightly hold of their child. 

“I hope you cleaned that cheek good in the shower.”

“Scrubbed it hard.” He murmurs, eyes shut. Emma leans forward, kissing his chin, then along his jaw until he starts kissing her neck. He sucks her skin in, rolling it over in his mouth. “How is your back?”

“I can’t do another round. Gave you everything I got.”

“Mmm, okay.” He agrees, halting his nibbling of her neck. He lays his head back on the pillow, scanning her face. “I am already missing you.” He confesses, speaking about his upcoming West Coast road trip. It’s about a week, but will drag on due to the large time difference. 

“How are you feeling about San Jose on Tuesday?”

“Um…” He trails off, running a finger along her chest, over the swells of her full breasts. “Weird?” He furrows his eyebrows. “Like I’m excited to go back but also a bit nervous.”

“I’m sure the fans will welcome you back. They loved having you there for so long. You grew up there.”

“Yeah.” He sighs, looking lost in thought.

“But coming here was a good move for you.”

“For us….” He smiles then leans forward to kiss her.

“Us? What, you’re finally going to admit you picked Jersey for me?” Emma murmurs.

“Yeah, babe. Of course I did.” He strokes her hair. “Did I think this is where we would be a year after my trade? No.”

“How disappointing…?” Emma trails off, looking at the red spot on his neck where his shoulder pads rub at him. She leans forward, kissing the irritated skin. 

“How lucky.” He corrects her. “This is everything, Em. Means nothing without you now.” He pauses. "I used to... imagine... in San Jose that one day, you would be waiting for me there after the game to go home with." He breathes in deeply. "But you never were. And I think that stung a few times last year, but it's because we were meant to have this instead. This life." He presses into the baby harder. "I love you so much, Em."

A smile curls along Emma’s lips as tender tears build in her eyes. She sighs happily, pressing her forehead against the heartbeat in his thick neck. Timo strokes his fingers over her back, resting his nose in her hair. Emma runs her hands under Timo’s t-shirt to cup the bare skin of his muscular back.

“I love you, babe. I loved our day too.” Emma whispers.

“Me too, baby. Good night.” 

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[revasserium]

Hewwo Rain! May I request "Close your eyes with Sasuke?" Ty bby!

reqs are open! :)

98. close your eyes

sasuke; 871 words; fluff and reflection u__u bc sasuke needs and deserves both those things

it has always been more difficult to see with eyes like his.

some people call it a blessing, but many more call it a curse — once, when he was still young enough to wonder, he’d wondered why sharingans always burn red. red like blood, like lust, like fire and rust and —

like that tainted moon had shone, huge and bright and unrelenting, on the night his brother shattered everything he’d ever known.

“hey… whatcha thinkin’ there?”

“hm?” sasuke looks up, his gaze falls on you.

you motion to his head with a knowing smile, the steam rising from both your ramen bowls. he looks down, and back up again, wondering if you really are wondering.

“i… nothing.”

“y’know… you’ve never been a good liar. even when we were kids.”

he stiffens, and then, he softens back into his seat with a helpless laugh, a thing that’s more breath than laughter, but still… you’ve been calling it a work in progress. his body relearning the meaning of joy, the weight and shape of laughter as it settles on his tongue. like a muscle that’s atrophied, you’d said, like a limb weak from disuse.

“you say that like it’s a bad thing.”

you smile at him, brilliantly.

“it’s not! it makes life much easier for me.”

he leans down to take a large slurp of ramen, letting the hot broth work it’s way down his throat, blossoming in buds of warmth down the center of his chest till it takes root in the base of his stomach. it sends tingles cascading through all his limbs, makes his toes curl in his sandals, the skin beneath his lashes catch in color as he feels the heat beneath his skin.

you are still watching him, and sometimes he wonders what you see, with those sharp eyes of yours. you’d always been good at watching, at seeing, at understanding what you saw. much better than he’d ever been.

“i was thinking… about why the sharingan is always red.”

you blink at his answer,

“oh…”

“i… used to wonder, as a kid.”

“what made you stop? wondering… that is.”

he looks back down at his bowl, at the slices of pork belly and revolving narutomaki’s.

he allows himself a smile.

“i figured… if that answer was meant to be mine, it’ll find me some day. all the things that i’ve ever really… needed… have found me eventually… no matter how hard i tried to run away.”

he feels the weight of your eyes shift from his face to the empty sleeve where his left arm should be and he shakes his head.

“ah… sorry. forget it.”

later that night, when you’re both back home and the lights are off, you turn to face him in bed, admiring how the moonlight sets an almost unearthly glow to his face, how it seeps into his skin like milk.

“sasuke?”

“hm?”

he opens his eyes; they spin like twin pools of blood in the dark.

you smile.

“i think… the sharingan is red because… that’s the color of love.”

he frowns, but he doesn’t interrupt you.

“because… love comes in so many forms — in lust, and greed, and passion… and hatred too. that’s a kind of love as well… you have to love someone enough to hate them. otherwise… you just wouldn’t care, right?”

sasuke shifts closer, his hair an inkstain on the pillows around you.

“i think… i like that.”

“good. because that’s what im choosing to believe.”

he grins, soft and steady, and then, he reaches our his hand to trail a finger along your cheek.

“see? the answer came to me, didn’t it?”

you crinkle your nose.

“yeah, because you asked at dinner!”

“i’ve been asking for a very long time… this is the first time the answer has come… and i’m glad it came from you.”

he presses his forehead to yours and you feel his lashes flutter against your cheek.

beneath the covers, you feel him reach for you, his grip still a bit too tight, almost as if he’s unsure of your existence, that he’s grounding your realness in his touch, and his touch alone. you reach down to lace your fingers with his, smiling as you meet his eyes, your noses nearly brushing.

“i’m not going anywhere… i promise.”

“and i’m not either… promise.”

you grin at his answer, reaching up your free hand to brush at his eyelids.

“good. then close your eyes… and let’s get some sleep, hm?”

he closes his eyes, and you watch as his body relaxes into the mattress. you wonder what he dreams of — if he spends his sleeping hours wandering the recesses of his memory, chasing down answers to questions he’d never been brave enough to ask out loud.

you wonder if he ever dreams of the future, of one that’s filled with more questions and answers, but also the promise that you’ll find them together.

and, from the way he pulls you closer, murmurs goodnight against your cheek, that he probably does.

[sugar-softies]

Day 9: Euphoria

When Cassandra got home, Wilson was exactly where she'd left him and looking twice as relaxed.

Before moving in, Wilson had been a scrappy, independent, quick witted writer who took his work seriously, and only got high when he was done for the day.

Now, however, he didn't have to worry about money or keeping house. It also helped he had a mommy dom around treating him like he couldn't take care of himself.

"It looks like someone got into the special brownies I left for him," Cass said in a cheerful tone as she entered the living room.

She leaned over the back of the couch and squished Wilson's cheeks, getting a giggle out of him.

"Did you know they'd get you high, or were you just hungry?" She teased.

"Hiiiiigh," he answered with a playful whine of protest. "I don't eat that much."

"That's just not true!" Cassandra laughed. "Silly. Let's get you some dinner. Come with mommy to the kitchen, be good."

Cass pulled out her phone, placing some orders for good old fashioned fast food before finding the remaining edibles.

"Sit on the counter if you can." She patted the kitchen counter and giggled as Wilson struggled to perch on it, clumsy from intoxication and the jiggling belly that was growing on his once slender form. "Now say ah!"

"Ahhhh-" Wilson went to take a careful bite, and moaned as Cass shoved the entire brownie into his mouth.

"Good boy." She patted his cheek. "Now stay right there, I want to get out of my work clothes."

Cass took her time showering and changing into something comfy, she must have taken too long though because when she got back downstairs she noticed a trail of fast food bags and wrappers leading back to the kitchen.

"Oh, baby, you gave yourself a tummy ache, didn't you?"

Wilson was no longer on the counter, now he was sitting on the floor, leaning against the cabinets and panting as he forced food into his mouth messily.

He didn't think to answer, too distracted by licking ketchup off his lips and taking another hungry bite of a triple cheeseburger. Every bite felt like fireworks going up his spine, even though his stomach was unbearably tight and full he couldn't stop eating, chasing that pleasure that coursed through his veins as he glutted himself.

Cass put her foot on Wilson’s belly and pressed down on it, making him whine, gasp, and finally belch. "Greedy baby. Do you have enough? I can get you more."

"Mm-" Wilson took another bite and spoke with his mouth full. "More. More, yeah. Mm."

"Okay, but if I get you more food then-" she grabbed Wilson's pen off the charger. "-You need to take more hits for mommy."

"Nn- Cass, I'll be so fucked up-"

"And I'll take care of you. Don't you want more?" She tempted, holding the vape to his mouth.

Wilson giggled and took it between his lips.

While Cass ordered more food, she sat with Wilson leaned against her and helped him take hits until his eyes glazed over.

When she stood to get the food, he practically flopped onto the ground, limp as a puppet with the strings cut.

"Come and get it!"

Wilson smelled fried chicken, burgers, pork ribs-

He crawled on all fours towards Cass, every bit of him that dragged on the floor felt a tickle of pleasure shoot through it.

He took a big bite of the burger Cass was holding out to him and his brain exploded with color and ecstasy.

He moaned as if he was getting fucked and chased after the burger, taking bigger and bigger bites until his mouth was so full that he was just nudging his lips against the burger needily as he tried to get more.

Cass had him lay back, taking over from there as she fed him bag after greasy bag. Wilson's stomach gurgled and complained, aching in a way that felt like sunbathing and soaking in heat. The pain was purple and pink and it made his pussy clench and his breath quicken as he gorged on whatever was given to him.

"Good boy." Cassandra kissed Wilson's forehead as he licked her fingers clean, drooling and smiling stupidly.

She stroked his belly, feeling how insanely taut and swollen it had become, and blushed when Wilson cried out with pure euphoria and squeezed his thighs together.

[glitterguts13]

Can you do Dr. Ratio or Gallagher x Caelus mpreg, with preg-Dr. Ratio/Gallaget?

Fluff plz~

Like their far along amd getting frustrated with their belly getting the way and just bring preg in general.

Can it have some age difference?

Plz and thank you

Why not both? My personal age headcanons for these three are as follows: Ratio: 35 Gallagher: 45 Caelus: 23 On a good day, learning under Dr. Ratio was brutal. Learning under a heavily pregnant, sore, and downright miserable Dr Ratio was its own fresh hell. There was no stopping to let anyone write notes, no time for questions, and heaven forbid you submit a late paper-

The chalk snaps in half, and Ratio all but grands the rest to dust in his fist. His back hurt, his ankles hurt, hell even his hair felt like it was hurting and the way his belly got in the way of him using the chalkboard at all was pushing him over the edge.

"Knock knock." there was no knock, just the voice responsible for his misery.

"Caelus, I have told you numerous times to not interrupt me while I am working." Dr. Ratio snaps, glaring over his shoulder at the younger man. The trailblazer stood at the door of the empty classroom with a take-out bag in hand, grinding sheepishly.

"Come on, it's your lunch break. Have you even eaten yet today?" he waves the bag in the air, "I got your favorite."

Ratio pauses, hand hovering over the chalkboard.

"...Carbonara?"

"With pork, from that place downtown you like." had he the strength, Ratio would have slapped that smug grin right off his lovers face.

"Very well. I suppose I can take a short break." tossing the broken chalk into the bin, Ratio carefully lowers himself down into his seat, hissing as the weight shifts off his ankles and settles into his spine.

"You know, most people take maternity leave this far along." setting the food in front of Ratio, Caelus hums to himself, "It won't kill you to hand over your job to a substitute for a few weeks so you can rest."

There was an argument to be had, but for once, Ratio couldn't bring himself to start it. The food looked too good and he was far too hungry to ignore it.

"Still, I wish you wouldn't bother coming here," he grumbles into his first forkful, eyes narrowing. Caelus chuckles warmly,

"I think you're a little past hiding your 'condition', doctor." the announcement of his pregnancy had sent shockwaves through the school, and well, the galaxy. No one expected the great Dr. Ratio to ever consider having a child, let alone with someone so...different from himself.

"I don't want people to get the wrong idea."

"Wrong idea? You don't want people to know I'm the father?" the jest is wiped from his tone, and for a moment, Caelus looks genuinely hurt. Ratio kicks himself mentally, no matter if he didn't show it, he hated seeing his lover look anything but their usual happy self.

"Caelus, you look young enough to be one of my students. I don't want anyone to think I've gone and done something uncouth." truthfully, no one was really sure just how old Caelus was. An adult, yes, even with all his knowledge, Ratio couldn't pinpoint an exact age, only the general range of 19 to 25. Even on the higher end of that scale, Caelus was still a decade his junior and that could certainly raise some eyebrows.

"I mean, I look young enough to be a student, but I could be older than you for all we know." not factually incorrect, but highly unlikely. Ratio sighs, shaking his head.

"If it's that big a deal, I promise not to bother you at work anymore. I just...worry about you. You work so hard and you never rest enough." there it was again, that kicked puppy expression that made Ratio feel entirely too guilty.

"...I suppose I don't mind you visiting. Sometimes. When class isn't in session." he ignores the shit-eating grin that spreads over his lover's face, but nearly stabs his fork into the back of Caelus's neck when the younger man dove to his knees and presses a cheek against his swollen belly.

"Aw~ Your mama isn't so mean after all~" face flushed, and a few curious students stuck their heads into his classroom, Ratio growled under his breath.

"Get. Out."

~~~~

At the age of forty-five, Gallagher thought his baby-making days were long over.

Oh, how wrong he was.

"Caelus, I need you to get me that bottle of whiskey. The one up top, yeah, that one, in the gold bottle." leaning back against the bar, one hand resting over the top of his swollen belly, Gallagher watches his boyfriend climb up top of the bar and snatch the bottle down.

"Thanks."

"Anything else?"

"Yeah, pick up that dish towel over there for me." Caelus grins and does as he's asked without hesitation.

"Can't climb up the bar, can't bend down to pick shit up...can't even have a goddamn drink," Gallagher grumbles under his breath, poking at his taunt gut with a frown, "All because of you."

""Aw, don't blame the baby." Caelus whines, hooking his arms around Gallagher's and hugging him tightly. The pitiful puppy dog pout does nothing to move Gallagher.

"Right. I should be blaming you." he flicks the trailblazer's forehead, smirking as he whines loudly and lets go of his arm to rub to sore spot.

"I'm too old for this shit. Youngin's like you should be the one's having babies, not me." how he ended up in this mess was anyone's guess. Knocked up and nearly fifty with a boyfriend who he isn't even sure can legally drink outside of Penacony.

"I think you look adorable." there comes that sweet purr, the flick of his tongue over those soft pink lips and beautiful, lust-filled eyes. His hands are on Gallagher in seconds, rubbing his tummy and nuzzling into his neck.

Right.

That's how he got into this position.

"I think," Caelus cooes, nipping at Gallagher's ear, "You've got another pregnancy or two in you before it's time to stop."

[fatboyproblems90210]

Been Playing with AI

"From Lean to Southern King"

Sebastian had always been the kind of guy people noticed—tall, blond, and lean with a slight European flair that made him stand out wherever he went. Born and raised in Germany, he grew up on a diet of lean meats, hearty vegetables, and everything in moderation. He was athletic, a regular runner, and always looked sharp in the latest fashion.

But everything changed when he decided to study abroad in the American South. He had been accepted to a prestigious university in a small Southern town, and the idea of experiencing another culture was too tempting to resist. He packed his bags, boarded the plane, and said goodbye to his careful European eating habits without realizing it.

The first week was a whirlwind of new experiences. The Southern hospitality was real, and everyone he met seemed intent on feeding him. His roommate, Tanner, was a local who wasted no time introducing him to the joys of Southern cuisine.

“Man, you gotta try this,” Tanner would say, sliding a plate of fried chicken, buttery biscuits, or pulled pork in front of him. “This is the real South.”

At first, Sebastian hesitated. He was used to smaller portions, lighter meals, and lots of fresh vegetables. But one bite was all it took—the flavors were rich, hearty, and absolutely addictive. Meals became an event, a way to bond with new friends, and Sebastian dove in headfirst.

Before he knew it, he was living on fried chicken, biscuits with gravy, mac and cheese, cornbread, barbecue, and pie. He had embraced every delicious bite of it without looking back.

He started to notice changes, of course—his jeans were tighter, and he could feel the first hint of a belly pressing against the waistband. His European clothes, once perfectly tailored, started to stretch, and he had to size up once, then twice. But he didn’t care. The food was too good, the portions too big, and the compliments too frequent.

“Oh, you’re enjoying that, aren’t you?” someone would say with a laugh when they saw him devouring a plate of ribs or demolishing a platter of biscuits. He would just grin, wiping the barbecue sauce off his face.

By the time winter break rolled around, Sebastian had gained nearly 50 pounds, and it was impossible to ignore. His shirts clung to his belly, his face was rounder, and his once-chiseled jawline had softened considerably. But he had made friends, felt comfortable, and was having the time of his life.

When he returned home to Germany for Christmas, his family was shocked. The clothes he had left behind were far too small, and his mother couldn’t hide her surprise. But Sebastian just laughed it off, attributing it to the “Southern lifestyle” and promising to get back on track when he returned to school.

But he didn’t.

Spring semester came, and Sebastian returned to the States with a bigger appetite than ever. His friends were delighted to see him again, and they wasted no time picking up where they left off—trips to diners, barbecue joints, and soul food restaurants. They noticed his new weight, of course, and they teased him about it mercilessly.

“Sebastian, you’re getting a real Southern belly!” Tanner would say, poking at Sebastian’s growing gut. Sebastian would laugh, secretly loving the attention.

The teasing became a regular part of his life. His friends would give his belly a pat whenever they saw him, joking about his “expansion.” He pretended to be embarrassed, but the truth was, he loved the way it felt—their hands lingering on the growing curve of his stomach, the way they admired how big he was getting.

The weight kept coming. By the end of the second semester, he had put on another 100 pounds. His belly, once a small bump, was now a massive, round ball that stretched out in front of him. He had to stop shopping in regular stores and switch to big and tall shops. His gut hung heavily over the waistband of his pants, and he wore it proudly, strutting across campus with a confidence he’d never had before.

Strangers started to notice too. At parties, people would come up to him, amazed at the way he’d grown. They’d ask him to lift his shirt and show off the huge, soft gut he was sporting. His belly had become a legend around campus—the foreign exchange student who had embraced the Southern lifestyle so fully that he was now nearly 200 pounds heavier than when he arrived.

Sebastian ate it up. He would lift his shirt, showing off the stretch marks and the way his gut sagged and jiggled. People loved to touch it, rubbing and squeezing it with admiration. Some would even lean down and kiss it, laughing as they told him he was “the king of the South.”

At the end of his sophomore year, he hit the 200-pound mark, and the celebration was epic. His friends threw a party in his honor, complete with a feast of all his favorite foods. There was fried chicken, mac and cheese, collard greens, ribs, biscuits, and more desserts than he could count. They made a game out of feeding him, piling food on his plate and cheering every time he finished another helping.

“Come on, Sebastian! Let’s see how big that belly can get!” Tanner teased, grabbing a spoonful of peach cobbler and pushing it toward his mouth.

Sebastian grinned, feeling his overstuffed stomach straining against the fabric of his shirt. He opened his mouth and took the bite, loving the way his friends were egging him on, worshiping the belly he’d grown so big.

He knew he had outgrown every piece of clothing he had brought from Germany, but that didn’t matter anymore. The tightness, the soft heaviness of his belly, the way it spilled over his waistband—it was all part of who he was now.

One afternoon, after a particularly big lunch at a local diner, he was lounging in a park with his friends when a group of sorority girls walked by. One of them, a tall brunette with a mischievous smile, pointed at his belly and said, “I love a guy who isn’t afraid to enjoy himself. Can I?”

Without waiting for permission, she reached out and gave his gut a firm pat, laughing as she felt it jiggle under her hand. Sebastian blushed but nodded, his heart racing. Soon, her friends joined in, rubbing and squeezing his belly like it was the most natural thing in the world. They cooed over how soft he was, how much he’d grown, and Sebastian just lay back, letting them worship his size.

The teasing never stopped, but it became affectionate, almost reverent. Everyone on campus knew about Sebastian’s transformation, and no one could resist giving his belly a playful poke or a squeeze whenever they saw him. It became a game to see who could get him to eat the most, who could get his belly to swell the biggest during a meal. And Sebastian loved every minute of it.

By the time his final semester rolled around, Sebastian was a true Southern legend—a European who had embraced the food, the lifestyle, and the teasing attention of everyone around him. His belly was huge now, a massive round gut that sagged heavily over his belt. His friends still teased him, still patted and worshiped his growing belly, but now it was different. They weren’t just making fun of him—they were celebrating him, admiring the way he had let himself grow, the way he had embraced every indulgence.

Sebastian looked at his reflection in the mirror one morning, his gut resting heavily over the waistband of his pajama pants. He gave it a rub, feeling the soft, warm flesh under his hand, and smiled. He had come to the South as a lean, fit European exchange student, and now he was leaving as something else entirely—the king of indulgence, the guy who had let go of every inhibition and embraced a life he’d never imagined.

And he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

[gurglebellylove]

The worst part about making pulled pork in a crockpot is that the lovely smell PERMEATES the whole house, and it needs to slow cook for eleven hours… my stomach’s been a nonstop grumble parade for hours. I feel like it’s pawing at my flesh, trying to break free and stuff all of that meat into it without bothering to go through the middleman of my mouth. I swear that I glanced at it once and saw it *twitching* from the force of its cries. I am miserable. But I love it. I’m very glad that I’m alone and no one can see me pressing on my poor, soft belly to make it cry out again, again, and once more…

first, i’d like to say that i absolutely love your descriptions! the way you describe the feeling and the sounds inside your hungry belly is so satisfying.

secondly, it almost seems as though this is exactly what you wanted. even though you’re making food that won’t be ready for awhile, is there nothing you could’ve eaten in the meantime? seems to me like you want your poor starving belly to cry out for food. not that there’s anything wrong with that 😉