#accidental weigh gain

[growmydarling]

I’m pretty sure nobody was expecting me to get fat. Can’t believe my flat stomach now droops and wobbles. I think everyone one I come across has been surprised to see this transformation. Do you think I’ll keep growing👀

Like you can ever stop at this point. Your body is too far gone, producing adipose like a factory in wartime. Blowing you up beyond belief. Fat boy for life!! ❤️‍🔥

[memento--moray]

As someone who engages a lot with fantasy/sci-fi/horror media, one of the worst tropes I see again and again is the "this entire group of people is inherently evil".

The fact that it's so easily accepted, particularly in DnD and related environments, is deeply unsettling, particularly because of how much of it stems from racism (and other "isms"). Beyond the horrible implications of this concept, it makes stories far less nuanced and interesting.

I much prefer stories where evil is something on a societal or individual basis rather than inherent, since it allows us to explore why this evil came about. Exploring how propaganda, tradition, dogma, ect., might shape a society is far more interesting than just going "they're all born evil".

This certainly is not limited to DnD, just as someone who runs modules to practice encounter balancing, and has run 5e for people used to the rigid alignment system of earlier editions, you get reminded of this quite a lot in that space. There's a bunch of people talking about New Phyrexia in similar contexts, and while I don't feel like I know enough about the story to toss my hat into the ring, I will always be an advocate for nuance. Particularly when a lack of nuance means that "this group is inherently evil" accidentally ends up demonizing aspects of a very real group of marginalized people (as it often does).

Again, much more informed people than I have talked about this subject at greater length. All I can say as someone who's been in the fantasy/sci-fi/horror space for pretty much all of my life, I feel like there's certain standards that we really shouldn't accept as such, since they really don't have to be. In most cases, stories are more interesting when nuance is involved.

[garden-eel-draws]

Me, having finally regained 5lbs after years of struggling to maintain weight: my ass has finally returned from the war...

[shanastoryteller]

i know supernatural is the show of missed opportunities but man. the trials really get to me - what a perfect way to reboot and reset this show that you're artificially extending for ratings. it could have been really, really good, actually

so the trials of god is a way for someone to gain the ability to seal the gates of hell and the gates of heaven

they have the translation for hell, they know that slamming the gates of hell shut means calling all the demons back home and locking the key. it's logical, then, to for them to believe the same is true of the one for heaven - that it calls all the angels back home and locks them away where they can't do any more damage

peace, for the people of earth, outside of the influence of angels and demons. that's got to be worth it, right?

so while sam is completing the hell trials, they get the angel tablet, kevin gets translating, to figure out the angel trials. or maybe metatron helps nudge them along to figuring it out, since him being the big bad here isn't really relevant and they are in a bit of time crunch

canon doesn't tell us what the heaven trials are, except that the first one involves a ritual using the heart of a nephilim. they make it sound like they're carving it from their chest, but what i would do is

have a nephilim offer you their heart from their chest (gain their loyalty in a binding ceremony)

create grace from freshwater (there is no rain that falls anywhere on earth that is safe to drink and god said let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters)

find a human soul to guide you to heaven (babel fell but the stairway was built and those with wings have no need of stairs)

so sam is in the midst of the hell trials when dean sort of accidentally on purpose completes the first heaven trial and then the brothers are on parallel train tracks heading in the opposite direction

sam works to close the gates of hell

dean works to close the gates of heaven

demons and angels both working to stop them

sam completes the trials. he restores crowley's humanity and he dies and the gates of hell are closed

but that's not the end

metatron says they can close the gates if they're willing to pay the price. canon says the price is sam's death, but frankly that doesn't make any sense. what's the death of one human against the horrors of hell? and remember, metatron doesn't know the winchesters. maybe another angel would make this comment, knowing how the winchesters have weighed the safety of the world against their brother and left the world out to dry, would think this a price worth warning for. but metatron wouldn't bother, wouldn't even think of it, if that was the only price

the gates of hell close and malevolent spirits explode across the globe, evil spirits and angry ghosts causing death and destruction everywhere

hell serves a function and now the gates are closed and every evil human soul is forced to stay on earth, causing as much destruction as it can

that's the price for closing the gates of hell

except. except. aren't the hell trials interesting?

kill a hellhound. rescue an innocent soul and return it to heaven. purify a demon and restore their humanity.

the trials are not to prove if someone is worthy of closing the gates of hell. it's to prove they're capable of setting hell to rights

the trials are if things got too out of hand, if things were taken too far, and hell had to be put back in it's place. sam dies and ends up exactly where azazel wanted him - ruler of hell. all the demons and souls are trapped with him and what he has to do, while he has them all there, while they can't escape, is exactly what he did to get there

he kills the hellhounds, leaving only those meant to patrol hell. he releases every innocent soul bound there. he purifies the demons one by one, who he either releases as innocent souls or who to pledge to do their job as demons of hell - punishing evil, containing evil - in penance for what they did before (how do i even begin to make up for what i've done, crowley had asked, and this is the answer)

meanwhile, dean, heartbroken, completes the heaven trials and dies

and the gates of heaven slam shut and all the angels are stripped of their grace and expelled from heaven and dean finds himself in charge of an empty heaven

the trials are for when things have gone too far and heaven must be rebuilt, after all

good souls pile up, no one who dies able to truly leave earth, and given enough time they become twisted things that must be hunted along with the spirits of evil men and women who cause chaos from their last breath

dean has work to do. he has one angel - the nephilim whose loyalty he earned in the first trial - and this is what he has to do. he recruits more, to replace the ranks, he creates grace and hands it out judiciously. he sends them to guide the good souls home, using the stairway that the former angels wouldn't be able to use even if they wanted to, and each good act and deed earns them a little more grace. former angels throw themselves into the fight for humans, because they know it's the only way that dean will return their grace to them and lift them back into heaven

and in fighting for them, in living like them, they learn to love these creations of their father that they'd despised. they see what he saw and the thought of destroying this place in a civil war becomes unthinkable to them. they are once more the angels god intended them to be

in this, dean and sam fulfill their destiny as lucifer and michael's vessels. not in letting them in, but in pushing them out, in doing the work each was intended for but refused

only when there is only evil human souls being punished and caged, only once the demons are once more working to run hell and earn their release to heaven, does sam reopen the gates of hell

only when there's a full choir of angels once more, committed to their cause, only once there are souls working with reapers as it once always was, does dean reopen the gates of heaven

they're called the god trials for a reason. above and below, sam and dean act as god, putting things back in their intended places

they could stay. they should stay. keeping house, making sure it all goes smoothly, eternally keeping earth safe from angels and demons both

they're called the god trials for a reason. not even god could resist the paradise inbetween that he'd created

dean doesn't know if sam is going to return to earth. he might stay in hell, and if dean becomes human once more, then what's the point? he'll live and die a human, get stuck in heaven, and be forever separated from the brother he loves

sam doesn't know if dean is going to return to earth. he migh not be able to, might be stuck doing his work - sam assumes if the hell trials did this to him, then the heaven trials did the same to dean, and the idea that dean could have failed the heaven trials after he dies doesn't even cross mind. if he returns and dean's not there then he loses it all, he never again gets to see the brother he loves

but when, exactly, haven't they been willing to risk everything for each other?

dean falls as lucifer fell, throwing himself towards earth

sam rises as michael did after the fall, pulling himself towards earth the same way michael once pulled himself to the top of heaven

what's the use of being a god without his brother, after all?

dean and sam are reunited on earth, human once more

no more angels, no more demons, heaven and hell functioning once more as they should. we're back to basics, a clean slate, all of the rest remade and set aside by their own hands (it's literal and a metaphor, the way the show could have remade itself with the trials, after setting aside kripke's plan while at the same time recognizing that the design of it - two brothers who love each other going across america and fighting evil - is the thing that made it worth watching to begin with) and now it's them again, brothers forged in blood and sacrifice and love, and a new appreciation for the humanity they gave up and returned to

and then we get my beloved monster of the week with no stupid too high stakes, convoluted bullshit involved, beyond the occasional angel who dean refused to reinstate and demon tracking down miscreant souls and, every once in a while, a person or creature or something in between squinting at them and going - weren't you two gods?

nah, they say, all corn fed grins and the dimples their momma gave them, we're brothers

[philistiniphagottini]

Take Me in Your Arms

Stupid, silly headcannons or musings about some gacha game characters picking up their chubby/fat s/o in their arms. I need to smile today and hopefully, you do too. I could be persuaded to write more, but only if people are nice about it.

cw. fluff, established relationships, gender neutral reader, chubby reader

Featuting: Jing Yuan, Blade, Arataki Itto, Neuvillette, Wanderer, Alhaitham, Feixiao, Firefly & Kazuha

Jing Yuan:

You are constantly worried about your weight and Jing Yuan notices. And when he tries to sweep you into his embrace, you deny him at first, saying that you’ve been gaining weight recently. You’re too heavy, you don’t want to put any strain on his body. And he’d smile lovingly at you and say 

“you can worry about your weight when you get heavier than the weapon I wield.” 

Which you scoff and roll your eyes at because what a load of bullshit, you know how much his weapon weighs, that’s not fair you were just concerned for your old man and you bite back that you didn’t want him to break his hip. But all your worries melt away when he picks you up into his arms, spins you around with ease and holds you close, because he knows it makes you swoon and you can’t help but falter at the little cheeky grin he’s wearing.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Blade:

Nothing hinders this man. If you are in his way, he’s picking you up and moving you out of the way. If there’s something on the top shelf you can’t reach, he’ll pick you up and help you get it. When you usually hug him, he wraps his arms around your waist and picks you up until your feet are dangling because you enjoy his tight hugs. And when you’re having a bad day and say that you’re too heavy? Yeah, you’re immediately getting bundled up into his arms so he can prove you wrong, silently dotting on you like a mother hen. Your weight is not a burden to him, he’ll pick you up every day to prove that you aren’t. He could prove it some more by tossing you around and the blunt delivery of his joke made you laugh. Well, he was half joking but he decided against it when he reasoned that he didn’t want to hurt you, you were too soft and squishy and had to be protected at all costs. 

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Arataki Itto:

Would actually get offended if you say that you’re too heavy for him to pick up. You doubt the One and Oni’s strength? He proclaims very loudly that he will prove you wrong and picks you up with gusto. He actually lifted you up so fast and with such ease that he accidentally, almost tossed your body completely over his broad shoulder like you were a sack of potatoes. He would grin triumphantly as he holds you aloft and you are so flustered and speechless that you just let him boast for a little bit longer. You actually liked being picked up and held by him like this. Itto refused to let you down for a while. Walks around town for a bit with you bundled in his arms and you get a few pointed stares from a few passersby. Absolutely will never refuse when you ask for a piggy back ride. 

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Neuvillette:

You had been running up the steps of the Palais Mermonia to catch up with Neuvillette, calling out to him to gain his attention. When he stopped at the top of the steps and turned toward you, your bad luck caught up with you and you ended up tripping on the last few steps to meet him. The papers that had been clutched tight in your grip were sent scattering everywhere and when you realised you were about to smash your face into the pavement, you braced for impact. So you’re startled when you crash into a warm body, a flutter of material rushing by your ears as two arms wrap securely around your waist. When you peel open your bleary eyes to be met with Neuvillette’s radiant face, you think you’re about to pass out. 

“Are you alright?” he asked. “Are you hurt?”

It feels like your face is on fire as you stare up at him with wide, doe eyes and sheepishly nod your head. A sigh of relief breezes past his lips, a small smile touching his lips as he continues to hold you, your feet dangling a few inches off the ground.  

“Thank goodness” he replied. “But I must implore you to be more mindful of your footing.”

“Uh Neuvillette, I’m grateful that you saved me from a tumble but could you maybe, put me down?”

He only now realised that he was still holding onto you and with a rushed apology he carefully sets you back down and helps you retrieve the stack of papers you dropped. You replayed the scene in your head for the next few hours and continued to be a flustered mess for days to come.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Wanderer:

There is strength hidden beneath his porcelain skin. Picking you up is honestly as easy as pulling a weed out of the garden for him. So when you lament that you had been gaining weight and you joked that not even he would be able to pick you up, he got catty with your remark and decided to shut you up. By bundling you in his arms and taking off into the skies. You had shrieked so loud that he considered dropping you. Which he blatantly told you to your face. But he did recognise your concern that you weren’t used to not having your feet on solid ground. So he made sure he didn’t float too high, just above the tree line so you could overlook the vast jungles litterted all over Sumeru. You were pleasantly speechless and a flustered mess, which Wanderer took great joy in. His grin was smug as he held you in his arms bridal style, your plump skin squishing beneath his touch as his face hovered closer in your vision. 

“You were so chatty a moment ago” he taunted. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

A small pout tugged at your lips. “I get it. You’ve proved your point that you can lift my fat arse.”

“Good. Because if you keep complaining I’ll pick you up again.”

You were going to hold him to that promise.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Alhaitham:

You had been stacking away a few books in the Academia’s library, walking up and down a step ladder to reach the higher shelves as you returned the books to their rightful places. Alhiatham had been hovering nearby, nose stuck in a book as usual, when he just so happened to notice the way you had been precariously balancing on the ladder. Just when he opened his mouth to warn you, you started to tip. The sound of his book hitting the ground was muted by your loud shriek of surprise as he rushed over to meet you, catching your plump body before you had a nasty fall. You are stunned when you open your eyes to see Alhaitham holding you, your thick legs draped over his arm as the other was supported around your plump waist. There was a stern look in his eye, lips tugged down into a frown as you twiddle your thumbs and silently burned with embarrassment under his scrutinizing gaze.

“That wasn’t very smart, was it?” 

You shook your head. “No” you agreed. “I’m sorry.”

His gaze softened, a soft sigh falling from his lips before his gaze roved up and down your body. 

“Are you hurt?” he asked.

“Other than my pride?” you replied with a soft sniff. “I’m fine.”

You dare not mention the way your head was spinning at how effortlessly he was holding you. That problem could be shelved for another day.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Feixiao:

Honestly, she does not notice your weight. Gravity is but a mere suggestion to her. She is constantly lifting heavy things to impress you and gain your approval. She is strong and she liked to show off for you. One day you had been talking to Moze casually when Feixiao suddenly materialised out of thin air, claiming that she needed you for something. Before you could get a single word out, she just simply waltzed up to you, tucked you under her arm like she had just picked up an unruly cat and kept walking. Moze politely did not say a single word. He just simply nodded in acknowledgement as Feixiao waved him off. She didn’t put you down for a while and you had to suffer as she lovingly carried you everywhere. 

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Firefly:

She was such a sweetheart. Always positive and so sweet on you that you felt your teeth rotting from the sticky sweetness of her affections. You were having a particularly bad day when Firefly came to visit, lamenting that you noticed you were gaining weight recently. Firefly asked if you wanted a hug, for her to sweep you off of your feet and squeeze you so tight that all the bad emotions would just come pouring out. You thought she was exaggerating about the whole picking you up part. But you agreed to the hug, wishing to be doted on and comforted. A wheeze of air was squeezed out of your lungs as Firefly wrapped her arms around your plump waist and picked you up, burying her face in your chest as she hugged you as tight as she could. You were surprised, to say the least, your eyes wide with awe at how easily she held you like your weight meant nothing to her. When she peeked her head up to look at you, a look of panic crossed her visage and she put you back down. 

“I’m sorry” she rushed with her apology. “Did I hurt you? Did I squeeze too hard?”

You shook your head. “No” you replied. “But can you…pick me up again? It felt…nice?”

The distraught look on her face quickly vanished, a bright and beaming smile lighting up her face as she eagerly nodded and swept you into her arms again. 

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Kazuha: 

He asked you to sit beside him one evening by the docks. He was perched on top of a crate while Beidou and most of her crew were out restocking in Liyue Harbour before the journey back to Inazuma. You happily obliged and went to sit next to him. Only for Kazuha to snake his arms around your plump waist and pull you into his lap. You swallowed the loud gasp that stirred in the back of your throat as you fell into his lap, your plump thighs draped over his as he pressed his chin to your shoulder.

“Kazuha, let me go I’m too heavy to be sitting on you” you complained, panic tasting like bile in your mouth.

A soft smile graced Kazuha’s lips as he shook his head. “No, you’re not.” 

“Yes I am” you countered, squirming in his lap.

Another slow shake of Kazuha’s head as he squeezed your soft waist, lips as soft as the touch of rose petals as they brushed against your flaming cheeks. 

“No, you’re not” he repeated slowly, until the words finally sank into your frazzled mind.

You stopped squirming in his grasp, heart settling back in your chest as you slowly started to calm down. The soothing way that Kazuha ran his hand along the notches of your spine helped. You offered him a bashful smile, slowly making yourself more comfortable in his lap as he squeezed your waist, humming a soft tune that carried on the gentle breeze.

[imababblekat]

Accidental Eavesdropping?

Anon request, "Hey!!! Love your blog and your writing style, it’s amazing and so detailed!!! Can I request Bayverse TMNT Spider-man Au, where the turtles and spider-y/n are in a battle with Bepop and rocksteady. And in the last moments of the battle, spider -y/n saves the turtles but gets unmasked in the process. (They live) If you don’t want to do that idea! You can either delete this OR A moment where the turtles start talking about y/n and they don’t even realize that they’re talking TO THEM!!! This was funny to me for some reason lol 😂"

A/N: Aw thank you, anon! ;v; I went with the second prompt, btw. Leans towards Raphael x reader, but it's mentioned/hinted that the other turts also got the feels for reader. Any who's, I hope you enjoy! <3

◌(s,p) = spider persona◌

~xXx~

You're swinging over traffic, indulging in a rather quiet night despite the sounds of honking vehicles and other night life, when a sudden warm fuzzy feeling beams from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. It's not your spidey sense per say, but something akin to it, all you know is that it's a good sense and you follow it with glee. It doesn't take long before the feeling is buzzing and you see the source of the feeling chilling atop a pizza parlor. Well, more like sources. You let out a small giggle, noticing that the four ninja turtle brothers seem to be in some sort of deep conversation or debate.

"Hey guy's, what's going on?!", you greeted, swinging in next to a steaming Raphael.

"Oh you know, just the daily sibling teasing while we wait for our pizza to be made.", Donnie shrugged, watching as you and Mikey did your secret handshake.

"Yeah? Let me guess. . ."

The eyes of your mask squinted as you pretended to skeptically look at all brothers before looking at the glaring gaze of Raphael next to you.

"Is Raphie suppressing his emotions again?", you chaffed.

Said turtle rolled his eyes, shifting his weight to one side as he growled.

"Great, just what I need. And don't call me that."

"Come on, I'm sure I can help! What's up this time big guy?"

Leo chuckled, gaining your attention while Raphael sent him a warning glare from behind you.

"Raph's got a crush on our friend."

At this your eyes widened, a small gasp escaping you as you looked between the two eldest brothers in excitement.

"No way! Who?!"

You're question went ignored as Raph threw his arms up, cheeks flushing a light hue of embarrassment.

"All I said was they smelled nice, and y'all chuckle heads suddenly think I've been struck by cupid or some mushy crap!"

"You complimented them, Raph.", came Leo's retort.

"I compliment people all the time!"

Everyone remained silent, giving the hot headed turtle deadpanned expressions.

"What? I do. Right (s,p)?", he asked turning to look down at you.

You merely shrugged.

"Sarcastically maybe."

Raph huffed, leaning back against the buildings ledge, you hoping up to sit next to him.

"So is anyone gonna tell me who this mysterious person is or nah? Come on people, I want the tea."

Mikey, idly spinning his nun-chucks, grinned widely.

"It's our friend, (y,n)!"

You sat rigid, mask eyes wide once more.

". . .Who now?"

"Oh you haven't met them.", Donnie waved off, checking his turtle made watch to see the remaining wait time on their order.

Raphael clicked his tongue, still slightly aggravated about his brothers earlier teasing. Meanwhile, you still sat frozen beside him, staring into the abyss with a racing heart.

"I still don't have a crush on them.", he muttered.

"You complimented them on their perfume!", Leo loudly pointed out once more.

"Why is that so weird?!"

The two started to banter once more, Mikey enjoying the show while Donnie threw in a few matter of facts to weigh in on Leo's side. You, however, felt never more thankful than in that moment that you wore a full face mask. If it wasn't for the coverage, surely the ninja brothers would see just how closely the color of your face matched Raphaels mask right now.

Raphael growled, fed up with his brothers ganging up on him and his definitely non-existent crush on you. If they were going to call him out, then he would do the same to them.

"Maybe you guys should get off my shell and jump on yours first! I ain't the only one whose been makin' googly eyes at (y,n)."

You just about fell off the side of the building, hands gripping the edge of where you sat, knuckles definitely white beneath your suit. What is happening right now, is all you could terrifyingly but blushingly think.

Leonardo and Donatello were quick to look anywhere but at Raph, trying their hardest to not blush themselves at their brother's call out.

"I seen the way you put on the macho charm, Leo, bowing extra deep and all your swooning romance book crap when they come over. And you, Donnie, sputtering and dropping shit when they try to help you with projects and their hand accidentally brushes against yours. And Mikey. . ."

All eyes focused in on the youngest of the bunch who sat ready and waiting to hear Raph's jest.

"Actually, Mikey you're not that surprising. You think anyone who gives you food is a gift from heaven."

"Hey, it's not my fault their cinnamon rolls are so good!.", Mikey pouted, bottom lip jutting out adorably.

Leonardo shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose before turning towards you.

"What do you think, (s,p)? Are we over analyzing or are we right?"

The boys eagerly waited for your answer, for your input. Surely someone from the outside would be able to better determine the situation the brothers found themselves in. Well. . .should have been able to more like, as the response you gave was not what they were expecting.

A rushed, "Igotgo!!!", was all they got before watching you thwip away at the speed of light, leaving the turtles to look at each other confused and quizzically.

". . .Wait, so you guys don't have a crush on (y,n) too??", Mikey questioned with furrowed brows, innocently confused by how they could not.

Raphael groaned loudly as he and his brothers devilled into another childish debate on why they totally didn't have feelings for you, a familiar smell that had sparked the argument coincidentally wafting lightly into their senses upon the wind in the direction of which you swung off.

~xXx~

[sunandflame]

So, I have it in my head that Kyojuro’s nipples are really sensitive (and if he doesn’t have much experience then I don’t think he would know that), but I think someone could get him real hot and bothered just by playing with them (and fuck it is so hot when big strong guys like their titties played with, amiright??)

🥹🙏🏼 could please have a drabble of someone figuring that out? Maybe both him and whoever’s getting their paws under his shirt figuring it out together? Sitting in his lap and teasing him for however long —light, tiny little pinches that make him squirm and whimper, warm, swirling circles with your fingertips that make his jaw drop open, fluttering nudges and flicks that make his hips buck under you. Anything you do to them gets a reaction, could do it for hours, but five minutes of it and he’s a wiggly, panting mess, but he doesn’t want you to stop so you try putting one in your mouth and—- 😈🥵

Dear anon baby, you are so fucking right. This is indeed very hot. When I saw this I KNEW this was way too good to dismiss this delicious idea. I am just so sorry for answering this so late. I hope you are still around and I hope you enjoy it!

Weak Spot

Warnings: suggestive, nipple play, nipple teasing, dry humping, smut

Word Count: 701

Pairing: Kyojuro x Reader

crossposted on AO3

You were sitting on your favorite place in this whole world and that was your boyfriend's lap. You liked how his muscular and big thighs felt under your thighs. In the beginning of your relationship you were so self conscious, not sure if your weight crushed him, but Kyojuro assured you that you weighed nothing for him. After you made sure that he was not lying to make you feel better for your weight, you started to sit more often on his lap as this was a way to be as close as possible. 

It was winter and you started to feel cold, searching for some heat that you knew that your boyfriend would provide. Your mind was absent when your hand wandered under his shirt, laying your hand on his chest and stroking his skin. 

A little gasp was to be heard and you lifted your head to see into your boyfriend's eyes who was starting to blush. 

“Kyojuro honey, are you okay?”  Curious you furrowed your eyebrows

“Hm, yes yes. It’s nothing!”

“If you say so…” 

You thought nothing of it and placed your head on his shoulder again and continued your stroking. Your fingers accidentally brushed his nipples and then you heard it again. That little sweet gasp of his. Can it be…? Now your hands slid over his chest not involuntarily but carefully, brushing against his nipple until you heard him holding back a whimper. Oh he is sensitive there… A mischievous idea came into your mind and your fingers were now circling around his nipple to tease him lightly. 

“My flame…” His voice was strained, as he was trying to gain his last self control, his face completely red. “Please…”

“Please what…?” Your fingers didn’t stop drawing circles around his nipple until you decided to give them a very slight flick. That caused him to buck his hip under you. He realized what he had just done and his face turned into a scarlet tone, embarrassed over his own reaction.

You undid his shirt and revealed those sweet manly titties that you were keen to explore now. You continued to stroke them with your fingers. And his jaw actually fell open when you were fluttering nudges and started to flick his nipples. The bulge of his, under your lap, was pushing against your ass and thigh. His skin was too hot and you decided that he needed a cool off by your mouth.

You drawed out your tongue, licking first his chest before you finally got to your desired target. You heard him whimper as he wiggled under you but did nothing to push you away. He enjoyed this far too much even if you overstimulated him.

Kyojuro was truly a mess. It was the first time he experienced those things and he was not sure how further he could go. His skin was tingling and feeling hot. His pants were incredibly tight and he worried that his zipper wouldn’t hold his dick anymore if you continued to play with his chest like this. Things didn't get any better when you started to dry hump him, causing more friction. That’s it. It was impossible to hold back his moan. He grabbed tightly on your waist as he tried to stop your hips from moving. 

His strength was remarkable and something that had always turned you on, but this did not stop you from continuing your play with his nipples. So you went further, licked and bit his chest, eliciting all those sweet moans and whimpers from him, while his hands bruised your waist. You did not mind at that point. You would wear those love marks with pride. 

You did a quick cat lick. It felt so deliciously warm after all that preparation you had done. So beautiful red and puckered. You sunk your teeth into his nipple and that was the moment where he came undone, trembling as he gasped for air. You felt how his cock was twitching under you and a wet spot forming on his pants. A satisfied smile was on your lips as you gave him a kiss on his lips.

“I guess we found out your weak spot, my love.”

[dollhog]

You still alive?

Yes, thoroughly alive and haven’t stopped putting on weight. Need to come back with some killer pictures to show off how much I’ve gained on my accidental hiatus. Still haven’t weighed in, as I want to put on an extra 50lbs or so before I do, so that the number is truly shocking. But I would estimate I’ve put on a good 40lbs since my last weigh in, because I’m looking huge. I’ve been chugging a shake with each meal and eating copious amounts, and it’s really showing on my back rolls and arm fat. My double chin has become basically just extra lard storage at this point. Y’all have this pic I snapped to give you the idea of what I’ve put on until I take some better ones. My belly at its furthest point sits at my mid thigh ❤️‍🔥🕷️

[baka-bakeneko]

Hey Mamí - Miguel O'Hara

Miguel O'hara x AFAB Reader

a/n: whether you like it or not, i will be adding a stupid part two to this

wc: 2.6k

tags: Minors DNI, NSFW, accidental breeding kink (oop), creampie, emergency contraceptives, adventures in babysitting, yearning, grief, PTSD, confessions

synopsis: Miguel learns more about himself

Miguel knew it felt way too damn good. You were so hot around him, pulsing and wet; so much wetter than before.

Condom on, it wouldn't feel this pristine. You knew it and Miguel knew it too. From behind, he held you down by the back of your neck.

He pumped into you with such a ferocity, your stomach could barely recover. Every thrust was sickening and torturous, so sweet and begging.

And you could barely contain your excitement when you felt the new feeling inside you.

"Mierda," Miguel winced, stopping his thrusts when he realized his mistake.

You whined at him, rolling your hips after him to resume his pace. "Miguel," you panted, reaching for his thigh as you rested your cheek to the mattress, glaring over your own shoulder back at him.

Pillow tucked under your stomach, you tilted your chin and pouted at him.

"Miggy," you mewled, trying to chase the building high in your stomach.

Miguel gasped hastily, pulling his hand from your throat to rest at the small of your back. He retracted his length, earning a low disappointed groan from you.

"Mi vida, th-the condom broke," Miguel murmured, leaning in as if to tell you this as a secret. He paused, his tip brushing along your folds; his cock twitched eagerly, the ring of the condom nestled at the base of his cock.

The remainder was dangling down to his sack, all of your wetness on the contraceptive tickling his skin.

"Let me get another," he reasoned, tearing off the defective piece then reaching for his nightstand to grab another.

"No," you whimpered, your knees trembling as the heat from your body began to dissipate. The slick between your thighs began to cool, no longer aiding ticklish hike of euphoria. "Forget it, please."

Miguel's brows knitted together at the back of your head, taken aback by your words. "Honey, it's right--"

"Miguel, please." You wiggled your hips, spreading your knees and curling your toes. "Just fuck me."

He gulped, weighing his options presented before him. He trusted you, he just didn't trust himself. Miguel felt that the possibility would be a high probability knowing how his life loved to make him miserable.

"Are you sure?" He asked, his chest heaving from the come down. This was a screeching halt to your fucking, just when it was getting really good.

"Yes, yes, please. I trust you." You begged, backing your hips to rub against his at-attention cock. "You'll pull out, I know you will."

Miguel's eyes crossed, rolling at the carnal warmth that coated his cock. He gave up instantly, guiding his tip back between your folds then pressing into you again.

Your hand reaching out for his thigh now reached for his cheek, pulling him to bend over you. "Fuck me raw, Guel. Make it good."

The lecherous snarl that gained traction to a growl reverberated from his chest and into your back. Your eyes twitched in pleasure, your body short-circuiting when his cock bottomed out.

Entranced, Miguel returned to his original pace. His hands caged you to the mattress with his hands grabbing into the sheets; his claws punctured through the plush top of the bed, ignoring the thought of property destruction as he relished in your slick warmth.

"What if I don't pull out, hmm?" Miguel spat into your ear, slamming you into the mattress.

Your bottom lip was bit tensely between your teeth, threatening to gnaw through it. Your stomach fluttered at his question, unable to answer.

You only twitched your hips up in response. Miguel husked against your temple, forcing his cheek over yours. He bared his teeth lewdly, the string of spit twanging with his snarl.

"You want to be fucked full, don't you?" Miguel taunted, stopping to roll his hips into you. "You want to be bred."

You squeezed your eyes shut, your hand holding at Miguel's cheek now holding at his neck. You didn't respond still, only rode his thrusts into the mattress.

The pillow tucked under you shifted further, propping your hips up when you finally lost strength in your back.

"I'll admit, it's sick of you to want my babies, hermosa," Miguel snapped, taunting his teeth to bite playfully at your cheek. "But who am I to deny mi reina?"

You whimpered, releasing your swollen lip to pant up at Miguel's mouth. "I-I'll take your babies."

Miguel's snarl peeled back his lips, his nose scrunching as he planted a foot onto the mattress and began a whole new pace; one that effectively caused a pain in your lower back.

"I know you will. Mi hermosa puta." His words held the distinct lash with his tone, however soft, still felt so delicious and awful to be called.

You nodded along to his words, knowing they weren't meant heinously but driving that heat further up.

"I'll fuck you full of my cum, and when you're done, I'll cum again," Miguel said, only driving himself wilder into your hips.

His thrusts were lost to the metronome now, pistoning his steel cock in and out of you until your body couldn't sustain the pummeling anymore.

Your back curled up as your arms and legs tensed, your entire body seizing the opportunity of animalistic pounding to orgasm on Miguel's throbbing cock.

The gush of slick from your pussy drove Miguel mad, chasing your high with his own.

Pulling his hands back, he grabbed at your hips and forced a final thrust into you, securing himself deep within your walls as he came.

The two of you caught your breath, gulping and panting collectively while Miguel remained firmly inside you. After the quick come down, Miguel straightened up behind you realizing his mistake and pulling out.

You'd told him, said you trusted him, and here Miguel was watching his hot seed spill out of your pussy. He wanted to relish in the sight, something so sinful yet savory.

He tempted to use his thumb to push his essence back into you, hold it there with the thought of owning you. But he shook his head, backed off of the bed and grabbed a smattering of strewn-about clothes.

"Nena, get dressed for me, hmm? We gotta go to the corner store."

-

You stood, brain effectively fucked out of you, close behind Miguel. He'd dragged you out of bed, knees still fawn-strength, pulled his hoodie over your body and led you to the convenience store.

Your eyes lulled as you leaned into Miguel, feeling the sluggish trail of his cum begin its way to your inside knee. You smiled lazily at the cashier while Miguel rested his arms on the counter, narrowing his eyes to stare at the options of emergency contraceptives behind the worker.

"I need... two of that one, right there," he politely ordered, pointing at the priciest box in the far left corner. Miguel had pulled his hood up, adorned his glasses for this midnight excursion.

You curled your arms around Miguel's elbow, his hoodie draping well past your knees. "Honey..."

"In a second, hermosa. We'll get this and go home, yeah?" He reasoned, not tearing his eyes from the cashier as he rang the two boxes up.

You leaned further into Miguel, pressing your knees together to stop the slow tide of cum to decorate more of your skin.

"Anything else?" the cashier asked, looking from Miguel to you in a post-fuck daze.

"No, that's it," Miguel said finally, producing his wallet and sliding a large bill across the counter.

He wasted no time taking one of the boxes and handing over to you. "I guess I could've gotten you a drink, huh, nena?"

You shrugged, tearing into the box to produce the singular pill worthy of Miguel's scientific praise. He didn't stare at you as you worked up enough spit to swallow the pill on your way back to his apartment.

His arm circled your waist, walked you into his elevator and then back into his home. You blinked slowly, tossing away the empty box when you were inside then shrugged off his hoodie to take a shower.

Miguel's eyes remained on you, stopping in his tracks when you turned towards the bathroom; he bent to pick up his hoodie from the floor, staring at your slickened thighs also sticky with his cum.

And the thought of you walking out of the house like that, parading your bred body like that. Miguel's mind blanked, following you into the bathroom and bending you over the counter.

"You look so good with my cum in you, hermosa." Miguel breathed into your ear, his free hand petting over your full sex.

He tenderly folded two fingers into you, drawing a low moan out. You arched to the bathroom counter, hands reaching out blindly to gain leverage.

Miguel's other hand went for your mouth, two fingers hooking into your cheek as your forehead braced the mirror.

"I want to decorate you with it, from now on," he whispered, kissing the back of your bare shoulder.

You moaned at his confession, his fingers beginning to pump into you. You nodded along with him. "You should invest in more Plan B, then."

-

Mayday crawled over Miguel's shoulder then perched at the back of his neck. You reached your hands out to take her, but she was more than occupied crawling over Miguel.

"Do you want me to take her?" you asked softly, resting your hand on your boyfriend's thick bicep.

Miguel hid the grit of his teeth, the tense of his jaw as Mayday crawled about his skin like an itch he couldn't relief. "No, nena, I'm fine."

Peter B. had Mayday, but he couldn't have his own daughter? He knew that in some realm, some insignificant distant verse much like the one he visited before, would have him happy again. Would have her around.

What he wouldn't give to do it right just once. Your hand went for Miguel's, moving his sudden blind grip from touching the hot pan you'd pulled from the stove.

"Miguel? What's wrong?"

Your concern was genuine, Miguel knew it in his heart of hearts, but there would be no instance in which you'd understand his full plight.

"Nothing, mi amor," Miguel said, reaching at his shoulder to pluck the crawling toddler from him like a full-bellied tick. "Here, I think la mono mono needs a diaper change."

You flashed a grin at him, taking the little redhead baby in your arms. "Distracting me from picking your brain? Smart man."

Miguel scoffed in response, turning back to the stove to peel the cookies from the baking sheet. "Go, then we can feed her and watch our movie."

You take Miguel's order with a grain of salt, knowing his bite wasn't aimed at you. Turning your attention to Mayday, you pulled her over your head and lowered her cheek to your lips. "Let's give Tío Guel some space, huh May?"

Miguel glanced over his shoulder after you, watching you walk Mayday to the bedroom. He reached for the sheet itself, hissing lowly at the pain that centered in his palm.

He stared at his hand clutching the heated metal, allowing the pain to dull while he weighed his thoughts. He'd never tell you. He wouldn't be able to bring himself to admit that while he wanted a Mayday, he wanted Gabriella specifically.

And he didn't know if it was you or him that brought her around, but if it wasn't her, he didn't know if he could do it. But Miguel saw how you handled a Mayday, the Mayday, and the affection in your eyes when you stared at the little redhead.

Who was Miguel to deny that of you, if you truly wanted it. And Miguel didn't want any other man to give that to you. You were marked by him, spoiled by him like the two of you egged on every night.

You stood in the doorway with Mayday affixed on your hip, holding her hand around your finger. "Maybe you'll get a cookie, huh? Tío Guel needs some sweets for his sour too."

Looking at Miguel, your brows furrowed in concern. His hand tenderly gripped at the still-hot but empty baking sheet. You sat Mayday down in the living room then went to Miguel.

Rubbing between his shoulders, you leaned into his view. "Miggy?"

Miguel snapped back into the present, setting down the baking sheet and turning to you. "Sorry, mi amor, I was thinking."

You quirked your brow in question, one that Miguel refused to answer as he picked up a cookie and went to the fridge for Mayday's pre-made dinner.

He moved away from you, giving the toddler her cookie then putting the dinner in the microwave. "Go. Sit. I'll be there in a minute."

You stared further at him, tilting your head ready to ask him what was going on in his head.

"Hermosa, go sit." He ordered, his tone holding a bit more bite than usual. You flinched softly at his words, his volume never raising but catching you off guard still.

Miguel noticed and bit at his own tongue, regretting his bark. He took hold of your arms and leaned in to kiss your temple. "Relax. I've got this."

-

Miguel sat up in bed, staring down at you curled against his waist. You'd been telling him about your day with Mayday while he was at headquarters. The two of you went for some ice cream, a walk around the park, a stop by the petting zoo and the pool before she was passed out by the time you came back to his apartment.

Whether or not you actively told him, Miguel knew how much you cared for the little being. Maybe you strived to have one of your own, but Miguel wouldn't ask.

He ran a hand down your back, soothing you through your simpers. "I had a daughter, in another life. Another universe, much like this one."

He began, but didn't know when or where he should stop. Miguel wanted to tell you his holdbacks, his true fear. So he did, and he didn't spare an inch in scouring his soul clean.

He confessed that, in his weakest point, he took his own place in raising his daughter. The confusion got to him so he referred to the other one as 'Him' only.

"He had Gabriella, a loving wife, a happy life. I wanted that. And I took His place when He met his end."

Miguel wasted no time to butcher his intentions, knowing that it was selfish of him to swoop in and take everything another version worked so hard to build.

"And I knew I'd never be able to be happy," he pointed out, pausing to look down at you again. He'd fixated on a dark spot in the bedroom corner and lost himself in confession. "Until you."

Miguel wouldn't bring up the kink that was deeply festered and grown from this sore spot within him; his body yearned for something more to tether to, he craved his own happiness.

But that stemmed from you. And your womb was not his to own, to stake claim onto if you didn't want that.

"I do want a baby, mi amor, and I know it's selfish of me to say that I only want one. But I want Gabriella."

You stirred softly, not enough to let Miguel know you were awake. But you were, and you'd heard every word of his bleeding heart.

You shifted, hiding the tense feeling in your stomach from his admission. What did this mean for the two of you?

"I'm not hung up on it, if you aren't." Miguel tried to smooth over his tides, running his hand over your shoulders. "I've been in my head since that night."

You remembered that night, it was hard to forget. Miguel barely let up until day broke, and went back to the convenience store with the same shamed look on his face the night before.

Despite his best efforts and attempts though, you and Miguel had created a mess that wouldn't be easily mulled over.

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i dunno, i made this bc i had an idea and then it got angsty and then it felt sad soooo

[queenshelby]

Forbidden Desire (Part Eleven)

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader (Female/Incestuous)

Warnings: Incest (at this stage accidental), Age Gap, PTSD, Domestic Abuse, Self-Harm, Fluff, Smut

After the earth-shattering revelation that Thomas Shelby was your long-lost uncle, your world was turned upside down. The truth weighed heavily upon your shoulders, casting a dark cloud of desire and forbidden love that enveloped your every thought.

Yearning for a real father figure and a sense of belonging, you found solace in Arthur's attempts to embrace you as his own. Yet, deep within, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions tugged at your heart. The news of Arthur being your father was a bitter pill to swallow, especially as you had already fallen under the spell of Thomas. Despite the twisted nature of your newfound familial ties, an undeniable thrill coursed through your veins at the mere thought of him.

Polly, ever perceptive, was aware of your forbidden desires. In due course, she orchestrated your induction into the Shelby Family, much to your mother's displeasure. In the midst of a family gathering, you were welcomed as an equal, officially cementing your place within the Shelby clan.

Within weeks, Polly took you under her wing, unveiling the intricacies of the Shelby name. She showed you how to navigate the treacherous waters of their empire, providing you with the tools to forge your own path. In her tutelage, you learned the art of negotiation and gained the confidence to command respect from those who once stood above you. Your transformation did not go unnoticed, as your newfound assertiveness radiated like a beacon.

Linda, resentful of Arthur for allowing your rise within the Shelby Company Limited, would often remark, "You truly are a Shelby." In the bustling office, you commanded attention with your sharp wit and no-nonsense attitude. Even the other Peaky Blinders marvelled at your ability to tackle any challenge that crossed your path. Your formidable uncle, Tommy, couldn't help but be drawn to this "new you."

"I see you've settled right in, taking charge like a true fucking Shelby," Tommy proclaimed proudly upon his return from the United States, where he had forged an alliance with Al Capone.

A mischievous twinkle danced in your eyes as you replied, "Indeed, Tommy," fully aware of the captivating presence you now possessed. Tommy's gaze lingered upon you, unable to tear himself away from the magnetic force you had become.

As such, his desire for you quickly resurfaced when he returned to the office after you had last seen him three weeks ago, and this desire was now becoming stronger with each day.

Your desire for your newfound uncle, however, had never really been extinguished even though, deep down, you knew that this forbidden infatuation could never be. The more you tried to fight it, the harder it seemed to resist.

Now that he was back in Birmingham, this was going to be problematic, and you could not help but tease him, making sure that he knew that you still did not care about the fact that he was your uncle.

Thus, one day, as you were engrossed in analysing some financial documents, you became aware of a pair of intense eyes fixed upon you. Raising your gaze, you caught Thomas giving you that infamous Shelby smirk, glimmering with a mixture of admiration and something darker.

"Enjoying the view, Tommy?" you quipped, unable to resist the temptation of toying with your uncle and letting him know that you knew he was watching you. After all, power breeds confidence, and confidence tempts fate.

Thomas leaned against the door frame, his voice dripping with the perfect blend of arrogance and desire. "The view is quite remarkable indeed, but it's not the scenery that has captured my attention, Love," he mused, and the air between you crackled with an intoxicating mix of tension and attraction.

“I didn’t think it was, uncle,” you teased and little did you realise just how deeply Tommy still desired you, his thoughts consumed by the forbidden possibilities.

***

As days turned into weeks, though, the flirtation between you and your uncle escalated. The stolen glances, lingering touches, and suggestive banter left a trail of electric anticipation in the air.

However, Tommy, consumed by his position and familial responsibilities, fought tooth and nail to keep the burgeoning attraction at bay. He knew all too well the dangers of allowing desires to steer his course, especially when they involved his own flesh and blood.

Reminding yourself of the bond you shared as a family, you tried to suppress the growing feelings within you as well. This was a line that should never be crossed again, no matter how tempting it may be.

One evening, though, as the sun dipped below the Birmingham skyline, you found yourself alone with your uncle in his dimly lit office. The cogs of desire turned ceaselessly in both of your minds, threatening to break free from their self-imposed restraints.

"You know damn well what you're doing to me, don't you Love?" Tommy whispered his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine.

“I do, Thomas and I am enjoying it. You were the first man I have ever slept with, and I most certainly don’t have any regrets, even after finding out that we are related,” you smirked before a moment of tense silence hung heavy in the air like a thick fog, the unspoken truth lingering between you. The forbidden fruit was tantalisingly close, the taste both bitter and alluring.

“But, I respect your decision. I know how important the elections are for the company, and I also know how important you are to this family of which I am now part. So, I won’t stand in your way,” you reassured your uncle, your voice filled with a mixture of admiration and apprehension. The weight of the upcoming elections for the company and the significance of your role as a member of this esteemed family was not lost on you. You knew that your uncle's leadership was crucial, and you didn't want to impede his progress.

As he stepped closer, his presence enveloped you, and you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. It sent shivers down your spine, igniting a desire that surged through your veins. The intensity of your emotions was almost overwhelming, but you managed to maintain your composure.

His response was immediate, his voice dripping with an intoxicating blend of passion and confidence. "You could never stand in my way, Love," Tommy declared, his gaze locked with yours. It was as if time stood still at that moment, and you couldn't help but feel a wave of vulnerability wash over you.

A shy smile played on your lips as you absorbed his words. "No?" you whispered, your voice barely audible. Tommy's hand gently caressed your face, his touch both tender and possessive.

"No, never," he assured you, his smile radiant as he pulled away slightly. He seemed to savour the tension between you, revelling in the unspoken connection that bound you together. "I have a gift for you," he revealed, his voice filled with anticipation.

With a delicate flourish, he presented you with a beautifully wrapped parcel. The vibrant green satin dress nestled within shimmered in the soft glow of the room. Its luxurious fabric seemed to come alive, whispering promises of elegance and allure. It was a testament to the exquisite taste and attention to detail that Tommy possessed.

You couldn't help but be captivated by the dress, its beauty mirroring the complexity of your emotions. It symbolised the delicate balance between duty and desire, representing the choices you were faced with in this intricate dance of power and love.

"Before I knew that you were my niece, I had something special planned for your birthday. This no longer seems appropriate now as it involved a date at the pictures and several hours of fucking. But I wanted you to have this dress anyway, as it was custom-made for you. It should fit you perfectly, and perhaps you could wear it at your birthday party next week,” Tommy exclaimed, hearted.

The beauty of the dress filled you with conflicted emotions - gratitude, desire, and a tinge of sadness. You couldn't ignore the fact that Thomas had desired you before discovering your blood connection. It was a bittersweet gift, a reminder of the love that could never be.

***

The day of your birthday had finally arrived, and Polly spared no expense in hosting a lavish celebration for their newest member. Arrow House was adorned with twinkling lights and fragrant roses, the grandeur of the occasion evident in every glittering detail.

As you walked down the sweeping staircase adorned in the green satin dress gifted to you by your own uncle, the room fell silent. All eyes were on you, the long-lost daughter of Arthur Shelby, now officially welcomed into the Shelby Family.

The dress clung to your curves, accentuating every tantalising inch of you. Thomas, unable to resist the sight before him, felt his desire for you intensify with each step you took. It was as if the very air around him crackled with a forbidden energy.

He couldn't tear his gaze away, mesmerised by your beauty. He cursed himself for the wicked thoughts that danced through his mind, yearning to touch and taste what he knew he could never have again.

The music swirled through the room, a melody of voices and laughter, yet all Thomas could hear was the pounding of his own heart, a wild beat that threatened to expose his desires to the world.

In a quiet corner of Arrow House, beneath a veil of shadows, you mustered the courage to approach Tommy to thank him for his generous gift. The ache within you had become unbearable, the desire to kiss him consuming your every thought.

“Thank you for the dress,” you told him almost shyly as his penetrating gaze met yours, and you could see the struggle in his eyes.

“You are welcome, Love,” Tommy responded as he looked at you, desire mixed with guilt, creating a tempestuous storm within his troubled soul.

"You look stunning in it, just as I had anticipated,” he whispered, his voice tinged with need. It was a dangerous game he was playing, his words a tantalising invitation into the forbidden depths of his desires.

Lizzie Stark, who had harboured affection for Thomas for years and who was carrying his child, watched your interaction with a mix of envy and resentment. The rivalry between you and Lizzie had always existed, but now it had become intertwined with the complex tapestry of desire and blood that bound Thomas to you.

She knew about past intimacy between you and Tommy and thought that all of this was in the past now that you were part of the family.

“Lizzie is clearly still worried about you and me,” you smirked, causing Tommy to chuckle as you both noticed her eyes on you.

“Well, Lizzie has always had a dislike for women I am associating myself with, and you are clearly no exception,” Tommy acknowledged, causing you to laugh.

“But you are not associating yourself with me anymore. She, of all persons, should know that now that she reminds me of our family bond every day, referring to you as my fucking uncle,” you said with some annoyance in your voice, causing Tommy to chuckle.

“Does she now?” Tommy chuckled, causing you to nod.

“Yes, Uncle Tommy. She does. And perhaps you should have a word with her about it and tell her to stop being so pitiful,” you told Tommy before you beckoned him with a mischievous smile.

“Now come, I need to show you something,” you then told your uncle before leading him upstairs to one of the guestrooms in Arrow House, and as Tommy followed you silently, desire burned hot between you, pulsating with a fierce urgency.

“Show me what, Love?” Tommy ought to enquire as, confidently, you pulled him into the empty room before, in the dimly lit corner, you pressed your lips against his with a passionate fervour, your hands exploring his body with a mixture of longing and desperation.

It was a kiss laden with desperation, a passionate struggle against the convictions that threatened to tear you apart. For a fleeting moment, nothing else mattered, and the world outside that room ceased to exist.

But just as quickly as it had begun, Thomas pulled away, his face a maelstrom of regret and self-reproach. "No," he said, his voice ragged and filled with torment.

His grip on your shoulders tightened as he tried to find the words. "Y/N, I am your fucking uncle,” he said, his voice thick with anguish. It was a reminder that echoed through your mind, a harsh reality that threatened to shatter the fragile illusion of forbidden love.

“Yes, I know, but it is also my birthday, and I am already drunk on the champagne,” you told him, realising once again how much you still loved him as, in your eyes, disappointment mingled with frustration.

Thomas looked torn, his resolve waning under the weight of his desires. But his sense of duty fought fiercely against the raw passion that had entwined your souls. It was a battle for his moral compass, and he knew it would forever change the dynamic of the family if he surrendered to temptation.

"I can't Love. It's not just about us. It's about my fucking reputation, the elections, and everything that holds our family together, and you fucking know that, don’t you, eh" he repeated again, using the same words that he used on you two weeks ago. His voice was heavy with self-restraint. His eyes bore into yours, an unspoken promise of love and longing, even as he denied himself the pleasure of surrendering.

The corner was filled with unspoken words, thick with regret and longing. The world faded away, leaving only the two of you caught in a web of desire and familial ties. The room buzzed with excitement, oblivious to the intricate dance of passion being performed in that secluded space.

Frustration coiled within you, growing with each passing second. The truth of your blood connection was like a spectre haunting your every thought. The intensity and complexity of your feelings made it difficult to see beyond the throbbing ache in your heart.

Thomas abruptly stepped back, creating distance between you as he battled conflicting emotions. He turned away, his jaw clenching with determination. "I'm sorry. I should've never allowed it to go this far," he said, his voice heavy with self-loathing, not even realising that you both were being watched.

Without another word, Thomas walked away, leaving you standing there, trembling with a potent mix of desire, frustration, and heartbreak. He walked toward the door, his footsteps weighted with regret.

As he turned the doorknob, you couldn't hold back the desperation in your voice. "Thomas, please... don't leave me here. Not like this, on my fucking birthday,” you begged, and Thomas froze at the threshold, his resolve wavering for a precious moment. His eyes were lost in a tempest of conflicting emotions. But then, with a final sigh, he stepped out into the dimly lit hallway, leaving you alone in the room, your heart shattered.

Tears streamed down your face as you collapsed onto the bed, the weight of the forbidden desire crushing you. You wondered if you could ever find a way to navigate this treacherous path, one that defied both morality and convention.

Unbeknownst to you, as you lay broken and defeated, Thomas stood at the end of the hallway. His fists clenched, his features twisted in anguish. The battle within him waged on, torn between the love he knew was wrong and the restraint he knew was correct.

Lying there, adrift in a sea of despair, you wondered how it had come to this. How had fate forged such an intricate web, weaving together desire, longing, and the damning truth of your shared blood?

You felt like you had been short-changed by life, and after wiping away your tears, you, too, put on a solid face to return to the party downstairs.

Lizzie Stark, her eyes filled with triumph and pity, brushed past you on your way down to the ballroom, her voice barely concealing her smug satisfaction. "Tommy will never truly be yours. Blood is thicker than desire,” she barked, and you resisted the urge to confront Lizzie, unable to find the words to refute her taunts.

The weight of Thomas's rejection bore down on you, suffocating your spirit and casting a dark cloud over the extravagant celebration that had once held so much promise.

As you meandered through the festivities, your mind raced with thoughts of escape. Perhaps leaving Birmingham was the only way to mend your shattered heart. But even as you entertained the notion, a part of you clung to the hope that maybe, just maybe, love could conquer all in the end until, somewhat suddenly, you were approached by a man you had not met before. His name was Liam O’Connor, and he was the newest member of the Peaky Blinders. Handsome, tall and dangerous.

[luna-jaden-shadow]

OUAW With Insomniac!Reader

Request - can i request a Once Upon A Witchlight gang x insomniac reader?? ur OUAW cuddling x reader was so cute good heavens 🥺

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Kremy Lecroux

- Kremy definitely went to bed before you cause he needs his “beauty sleep” and is beyond confused when he wakes up randomly to you not in bed like ??? Hello ???

- He’ll get up and go find you, trying his best not to startle you

- Will sit with you either in silence or chatting between the two of you

- Will 100% pull you into his arms so he can rest his head on top of yours

“Ya know, Gid used to not be able to sleep when we met.” Kremy gently traces his hands up and down your arms. There’s a soft rumble that comes from Kremy as he settles against your back. 

It wasn’t often that you got the softer side of Kremy even his voice was quiet. “Did you use your magic to put him to sleep?” You muse but when he doesn’t answer you laugh, getting a chuckle from him.

“Sometimes, yes. But only when he asked.” He left it at that, an open invitation for whenever you really needed to sleep but couldn’t, he’d have no problem asking you if you would kindly go to sleep.

Gideon Coal

- Will offer to knock you out as a joke and if you agree he doesn’t have the heart to do it and will just fake hit your head before saying how strong you are (will imply it’s cause he’s been giving you fighting lessons on the side)

- Having his fair share of insomnia, Gideon understands how hard it can be and is more than capable of staying up with you if you’ll have him

- Will tell you stories about him and Kremy’s travels to pass the time

“And then they had the nerve to call me a bitch, me!” He throws his arms up and then wraps them around you, huffing at the memory. Your hand runs up his arm, gaining his full attention. 

“What happened next?” You lean against him, playing with his hand in your lap. 

You can almost imagine the smirk on his face as he shifts. “Well I beat the living hell outta him obviously.” He laughs, “Guy was on the ground after the first punch.” 

Morning Frost

- Frost offers to make tea

- Will stay up as long as needed so you’re not lonely

-  You two will get into deep conversation while drinking your drinks, it becomes a regular thing over your time traveling together

“You should just open a tea shop.” You muse, sipping the drink. “I mean after we free ourselves of our mense amount of debt. Take it easy, just sell tea someplace in the mountains.”

“You’ve thought this out.” Frost notes.

“Got a lot of time to think when I’m not sleeping.”  You smile from beside him, Frost’s tail lays across your lap, allowing you to run a hand through every once in a while. He’s secretly hoping it’ll be enough to lure you to sleep so he can also sleep but he’s fine staying up for a little while longer if it’s with you.

Gricko Grimgrin

- Will go dad mode on you don’t think he won’t

- When he says it’s bedtime it’s bedtime even Hootsie knows that

- But when you can’t fall asleep and accidentally wake him up by turning for the 100th time, Gricko will roll on top of you

“What are you planning to accomplish here?” You can’t help but laugh at the Goblin now lying to you. Gricko yawns, snuggling closer to you as a hand raises to place a finger over your lips. 

“It’s bedtime [ your name] so I’m weighing down your thoughts with my body so you sleep.” While his logic didn’t totally make sense who were you to argue with him? Seeing you both awake, Hootsie will totally move in closer, now taking Gricko’s spot so that you’re officially stuck with him. 

“I can’t really argue can I?” Gricko shakes his head, making a noise as he begins to fall back asleep. He’s a little guy he needs his rest and honestly a weighted Goblin is probably a nice help with sleeping. 

Torbek

- 100% Will stay up with you as long as needed he’d rather talk with you than sleep and have nightmares sooo

- He’d totally make up games to wear you down though cause he does care about you 

- Will try to convince you that sleep is important even though you might not be able to help that you can’t sleep

“Torbek believes that we should sleep now, it’ll be tomorrow quicker.” You could laugh at his obvious statement had it not been the middle of the night and everyone else is sleeping away. There’s shifting and suddenly he’s pulling you to him and you’re wrapped up in his arms in bed.

“Believe me, I would love to sleep.” You mumble against him, feeling his hands trace shapes and soothe over your back. You can see the soft glow that comes from the Witchlight fill the room.

“Torbek will not leave, you can sleep.” His hold on you tightens as he holds you against him. You eventually do fall asleep and, true to his word, Torbek was in the same spot when you woke up, he had barely moved.

[stonerbellybabe]

Figured I should make a pinned post.

I’m SBB, a she/her feedee in my mid twenties. I was super skinny through high school but gained some weight accidentally in college (thanks weed) and figured out I was Into it in late 2020. I now have a long-term boyfriend/feeder who I met on the Fetish Internet several years ago. I’m into stuffing and gaining, but I also like to stay active for my mental and physical health. I fucking love milkshakes and popcorn, and I don’t eat mammals or birds. I’m currently in a pretty intense graduate program so I don’t always have a ton of time for feedee activities, but when I take breaks I always find my way back here.

A non-exhaustive list of things I’m into: Weed, stuffing, gaining, pregnancy (but only like. conceptually), biking, crafts, houseplants, going into the woods and picking stuff up (the crow instinct)

Some things I’m not into: vore, death feedism, immobility, unsolicited pictures of you

I have an onlyfans (st0nerbellybabe) where I post stuffing and funneling videos, weigh-ins, clothes try-ons, content with my boyfriend, and more. You can find my free content here and on my ig under the same name (I’m pretty inactive on instagram.) My boyfriend also posts me occasionally on his Reddit (bqb13) and on curvage (SBBBF). If you see my stuff up anywhere else please let me know.

Thanks for reading! If you’re new here may I suggest perusing my #before and after tag 😎

[tkthrilla-writes]

Charm for Good Luck

WARNING!!!!!! this has depictions of depression, suicide and drowning!!!!! Reader discretion is advised!!!!

Staring up at the ceiling, in his bed, his shirt unbuttoned to reveal the grey and scared skin underneath. The feelings of crushing defeat piercing his cold dead heart, he couldn’t understand where it was coming from. He couldn’t remember how he got here in his room down in hell, last he remembered was preparing a shopping list in his host’s mother’s home.

Trying to prop himself up on his elbows, he found it hard to do so, like the weight in his chest was quite literally pushing him down. Looking down to eye his chest, he noticed he wasn’t the only one in his bed, turns out his darling host was there, hair spread out covering their delightful face. By the looks of it they were asleep on him, making a warm smile appear on his face. Though the question of what they were doing there in the first place crossed his mind. Had he accidentally dragged them down to hell with him when he came? It was a rare coherence when that happened, however over the years of their contract, Alasator had been gaining more control in preventing that happening to stronger their bond became.

He reached a hand over their hand, combing through their hair and detangling it at the knots, for some reason his hand feeling heavier and heavier by the second. He simply brushed it off, thinking it was simple strain from how exhausting their days have been these last few weeks. “Dearest,” he started softly, “we need to wake up, we have quite a lot to do,” he continued, the swelling in his heart continued to weigh him down.

His host was normally quite quick to wake up, so after the first couple of shakes on their head brought no reaction did it finally register that something might be dreadfully wrong. “Darling?” Alastor questioned, moving his hand down to their shoulder, gently removing them from his person to lay more on the bed. Still not able to see them properly, he tried a second time to prop himself up, “Dar-“ now he got a clear view of the state of his host.

Eyes wide open and greyed, face pale and bloated. Alastor cried out their name, all feelings of heaviness gone from the shock and how alert he became in the moment, jolting up to sit up properly to start shaking them, trying to get a reaction from them. He shouted their name again, louder and more desperate now, smile far from being absent from his face, with his voice shifting between radio glitches to actually using his normal voice without radio effects.

He shouted their name a few more times, each time getting louder and louder, each time failing, even going as far as to gently while still apply force to slap their head, desperate for a reaction that he isn’t getting, head instead limping and moving to the force that was applied to it.

Finally having enough he gets off the bed and summoned his microphone, this wasn’t his host, only a mere reflection of what was happening in the human realm. He needed to take over! NOW!

He slammed his microphone down on the ground, fully expecting to now take over their body… but it didn’t work… if anything everything got fuzzier and harder to focus. It was as if they were actively blocking him out, something they haven’t done in oh so long. He slammed his microphone down, more forcefully this time, panic of not knowing what is happening to them creeping in. But still nothing happened.

He yelled out in frustration, screaming their name out loud like Bloody Mary, and in his fit of rage he used his powerful magic to telepathically make the bed slam into the door of his room. The body of his host dissipating from the sudden movement, door and bed breaking and leaning on the opposing wall outside his room. Feeling even more enraged, he started to repeatedly slam his microphone on the ground. He was nearly there, he could feel it with how exasperated he was, it just felt like a kicking down a metal door with extra reinforcements.

And at long last… he finally broke down that door…

Waking up to a gasp and jolting up from the bathtub. Alastor now in his host’s body let out very harsh sounding coughs. Water sprayed everywhere with his jolt, on the walls and on the floor, nearly reaching the toilet on the otherside of the bathroom. While even taking over his human dearest, eyes were like radio dials, showing just how much of a hole he had now, voodoo symbols filtering through the air announcing his arrival.

His coughing turned into hacking, lungs full of water that would not come out. He turned and leaned over weakly trying to summon the strength to get out of the bathtub, but it only led to him vomiting all the water that was inside their body out and onto the floor. Feeling more water climbing up at the back of his throat he gave up on leaving the tub very quickly, turning to the vapor ridden wall beside him, shakily drawing symbols that he had practiced a million times when he was alive, and a million more times in his death. Slamming his hand on them to activate their spell, filling the room with a sharp red glow that near instantly. Once the red faded his breathing started to calm down, a healing spell, something that removed the water from inside their body.

“What,” he started, still grasping for air, “happened?” he was in total control, so obviously he was met with silence. Whenever he was in complete control it is as if the host of the body is in a slumber, which was the case since before he woke the body up.

He looked around the room and saw what a mess was left by the water. Flinging his arm to wave shadows out, commanding them to clean the bathroom from the watery mess, which they obeyed and everything was as it should, floors dried, clothes neatly folded on the closed toilet, all that remained was to ensure the Madam was not home. Thankfully the shadow he sent out to scout the house for her presence came back to report she was not home. Good, the last thing the poor woman needed was to walk in on her child nearly dying.

“What’s going on?” a meek voice sounded in the back of his head. Making him lean back in the bathtub to try and calm himself as much as possible, which he found hard to do in the now cold deathtrap they both were in.

As softly as possible he called out their name, “You tell me.” Trying to hold himself back from absolutely exploding on them, he could already feel them trembling in fear, just as much as he knew they could feel his frustration from the stress building up.

There was a pause in the air, till the meek and extremely weak sounding voice of his host, “I fell asleep…”

“You-“ he interrupted himself, trying to make sure to handle the situation as delicately as possible, taking a steady breathe in and out, “nearly drowned…” he ended quietly and softly. Feeling the waves of failure crashing down on him. Something that normally would give him great pleasure and joy in this world, but he has grown far too fond of his host to enjoy it from them.

“Makes sense,” they replied back, “wish I could drown,” this made Alastor freeze up, “but it already feels like I am,” he could hear them choking up a sob in their mind, despite the forced and strained smile he wore, he could feel tears starting to form. “It’s been nearly a year! It’s not fair!” this is broke the dam and tears let loose.

“I know my dear, I know your struggles,” Alastor cooed, bringing the shared body’s hands up to their face, trying to wipe away the tears while being sure to cup their cheeks in whatever comfort he could try to provide.

“I’m twenty-fucking-whatever! With a bloody degree! But no, I’m unqualified for a proper job, too over qualified for a shitty part-time! Just what the royal fuck am I supposed to do!” he could hear them screaming out in despair, it’s not the first time this has happened but their breakdowns were never this bad. Honestly he had to admire their perseverance on this matter, some people of his time would’ve just given up and dropped dead. “And to top it all off, I can’t even afford my own place! Have to bunk down with my parents! Again!”

Tears still streaming down their face, falling and making their way into the cold water while Alastor continued to gently hold their face, now using their thumbs to caress their cheeks, trying even more to provide some comfort. “When is the next one?” he whispered, there have been so many of them he hardly has been able to keep track of them.

“Tomorrow at 1pm,” the defeat started to echo in his head, “Al?” he hummed in acknowledgment, “What am I going to do?” A good question indeed, this contract of there’s was him helping them in whatever way he can to succeed in exchange for their soul and servitude in hell. And he has not been able to uphold his end of the bargain quite well. First few interviews with him taking over turned out to be a fluke, turns out you can’t simply charm your way into being hired like you could in the 20’s. Then he simply took the backseat and let his host show him the ins and outs of modern-day interviews, and they certainly got close with a few call backs, but still nothing.

“I genuinely do not know sweetheart,” an endearing term he is starting to enjoy using in these times, his little way of showing that no matter what he will always be there. But his statement only gave way to more silence for a few more moments. He was about to get up, seeing their body start to get goosebumps from how cold the water was getting, but stopped when his host spoke up again, “What is hell like?”

He let out a sigh, they didn’t have many conversations like these, as much as it was going to be the reality of them being with him in hell, long were the days he used this topic to jest and upset them. “I am truly sorry to disappoint, but it somewhat similar to this. If you are referring to it in terms of struggles. Drug fuelled streets, people selling their souls and themselves to make a buck, if you’re not lucky in making connections your suffering does continue.”

There was a prolonging silence, Alastor would’ve tried another attempt at getting out of the water if it weren’t for the crushing defeat that had him hunching forward, nose coming in contact with the water, a harsh and choked up sob breaking out from his throat, “I have to go through this again!” this time the voice of his host that resounded in their head was loud and absolutely soul crushing. If he had his own heart, Alastor was sure it would have broken tenfold at this sound of this distress.

“No, never!” he cried out, starting to slowly lose control as they started to gain more power over themselves again, but while he was up and about, he would do whatever he can to provide comfort, lest he wants them to harm themselves again, “We made a deal!” he removed their hands from their face, wrapping them around their shoulders as if to embrace them in a hug, “You will succeed in this life, and if I have anything to say about it, you will succeed in the next in Hell!” he was still feeling the waves of powerful emotions coursing through them as he tried to hold back a sob. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this in his time alive, but then again, he hardly felt pity or sorrow for anyone except for his own mother, not even for himself.

“You mean it?” his host asked, going back to the slight meek voice that they had moments ago.

“HA!” he exclaimed, “Like I would let my first human contract become like one of those drug and sex fuelled pigs that never amounted to anything in their lives! And will continue to amount to anything in Hell! Only destined to be exterminated and perished!” he continued starting to feel a wave of slight confidence building up, trying to build it up as much as he could through his way of reassurance. Which seemed to work because he felt laughter resound through their shared body, “You are starting to share my sense of humour my dearest,” he jested while he could mentally feel them childishly sticking their tongue out at him.

Finally he was able to get out of the cold bath water, with heavy shiver that nearly rendered him unable to continue moving, he snapped his fingers which made the towel on the rack float through the air and wrap around their body, hearing a faint mmm cold being let out by his host. Merely continuing with what he was planning, pausing for only a second to make sure to send waves of warmth to his host and stroke their cheek playfully, making his way to the bathroom door to leave. Only stopping as the state they were in caught his eye in the mirror.

Wet hair stuck to their face, skin paler than the norm, eyes sunken and dark circles forming, hardly looking presentable at all. “We may or may not have let go of ourselves,” the sight broke him, smile wavering, he supposes they both have been too out of it to notice, “It’s ok though, mum’s got a lot of makeup, I’m sure we can use some to look good for… tomorrow.”

What he was mostly paying attention to were the eyes, they had a very slight red tint to them that were only noticeable if you really paid attention to it. That was mostly the only way that anyone could tell that Alastor was in control of his host, aside from the smile ofcourse. “An issue for tomorrow morning dearest,” he merely said walking out the door and down the corridor to their bedroom.

“Can I be your receptionist?” his host’s voice peeked up.

“Excuse me dearest?”

“Yeah in Hell, can I be your receptionist?”

“Of all the things you could strive for. Fame and power, you would aim for something below your talent’s?” he asked in amusement.

“Maybe I would go for that later, but I think I would rather work and be close to you.” This made him stop in his tracks, suddenly feeling flustered and muttering something along the lines of full of surprises, before marching through the bedroom door and beelining for the cabinet with indoor clothes, drying off and getting dressed. The rest of the day will be focused on solely comfort and relaxation for his host. Hotel and Overlord duties be damned, his human needed him.

He was about to leave the bedroom now that he was dressed to the nines in fluffy cat pyjamas, though the clothes hanging on the wardrobe caught his attention. Making him now walk up to inspect it, “Is this what you are wearing tomorrow?”

“Yes…is it bad?” confidence was on the verge of breaking once more as doubt started to creep into their shared head.

“Not at all, you would be dressed for success,” Alastor smiled warmly, “It only is missing one small detail.” Snapping his fingers to make a necklace with a small amulet attached appear in his hand, hooking it onto the neck of the hanger. Now flicking his wrist to make a red scarf appear, wrapping on the hanger well enough to cover the amulet, “And now dressed for the kill!” he exclaimed proudly.

“What is that?”

“Just a little charm for good luck, not that you’ll need it, I am sure you will win them over,” Alastor bounced on the body’s heels placing the clothes to hang back on the wardrobe, putting a pep in his step leaving the bedroom.

“Oh yes because the other how many other interviews went so well,” his darling said sarcastically. He could quite literally feel them rolling their eyes in their conscious.

“Give it time my dear,” he spread his arms out and gave himself a little twirl, enlightened that they are feeling better, “Afterall you did win me over!”

[electraslight]

the loss of the addiction angle in Kevin's character in the transition from ogs to uaf really shows to me the flaws in uaf's writing compared to ogs's, at least in terms of Kevin's redemption.

Kevin's energy addiction is a key part of his character in ogs. it's implied to be why he swings so drastically from being good to Ben out of the kindness of his heart to trying to kill hundreds of people in mere hours, and it seems like this has been going on a while, shifts in mood correlating to his energy consumption. the addiction is why Ben and Kevin break apart, because Kevin's behavior because of the effects of the drug and his pursuit of it stop them from being healthy friends. Ben never stops believing Kevin might have the capacity to change, though, trying to see through the person the drug created to the person inside, like him sparing Kevin in framed and helping him out in grudge match. Kevin is, at this point in his life, dangerous, but he's still a kid, and Ben's failure to protect him weighs heavy on him for the rest of his life. you see this narrative and think well, if he's redeemed later, this should be important. recovery should be hard, especially when he seems to have been in survival mode for years. it must be hard for Ben to trust him afterwards, especially with the sheer amount of pain they've put each other through, Kevin especially, because of his addiction.

in uaf, Kevin is already good. he can still absorb things, but they don't hurt him now, they aren't a compromise he makes, sanity for safety. he's a con man, he makes measured plans and scams, not drugged out bids of random violence. he's calm, mostly, and he's a good guy now, and he'll help Ben because he has "honor", and he no longer thinks of life totally selfishly. this, I feel, is a cop out.

main characters aren't really allowed to have rough edges in uaf, and when they do, it seems jarring and out of place, or a result of weird writing. Ben's transition from being a little too kind for Ben to being unreasonably cruel in a way he never was as a child is strange, unfitting of how perfect the show wants him to seem. gwen's random bouts of insulting Kevin or pettily harping on him for things he apologized for seem strange when paired with how kind she usually is to him. and Kevin, Kevin is a "bad boy", but not in a dangerous way. all of his crimes are amorphous "things he's done" that they never elaborate on, his scams not cruel but only conniving. even when mutated, he still seems lucid, way less vengeful and violent than he was as a child. he's not an addict. why would he be? he's a good guy. he's changed. even at times where it seems obvious to show that he's "fallen off the wagon", they don't mention it.

I feel like this leads into a larger discussion about uaf, mainly about character flaws and the white sheet covering specifically the alien trio. character traits that got lost in translation, Ben's hobbies, Gwen's love of technology, Kevin's addiction metaphor. especially in terms of flaws. in uaf Ben's "flaws" fluctuate, sometimes being perfect, sometimes randomly getting an ego, losing it, then gaining it back. Gwen in uaf has no stated flaws, or at least ones that are intentional, but because of that, the ones she accidentally has are more toxic and weird than she ever did as a child. and Kevin? he's an amorphous concept. vaguely criminal. vaguely angry. a doormat. what's the issue with writing Kevin in a way where he really does feel like a homeless kid with addiction problems and enough trauma to have that dead look in his eyes forever? I don't know. I don't know where I'm going with this. give Kevin a little violence back.

[sugar-softies]

Out of This World Gains

Feeder pov, contains stuffing and extreme weight gain

You should never have been nervous about starting your new job as a interplanetary diplomat.

For starters, you'd studied hard for years, you had degrees in xenolinguistics and extraterrestrial sociology, and if that wasn't enough you had your secret weapon.

See, making sure important alien diplomats, guests, and royalty had a good time on Earth was pretty simple thanks to one simple fact:

No one makes food like Earth makes food.

Most recently you'd been tasked with escorting two neptinites during a six month stay on good ol' terra firma, and already the effects of your hospitality were showing.

You woke Auran and Minxi around three in the afternoon, letting them sleep in the way they so loved to now. You remembered when they first got here and would be up and ready at eight am, their slender frames already dressed in crisp formal attire.

Now, you had to bribe them out of bed, and encourage them to change out of pajamas.

"Noooo, five more minutes..." Minxi whined, trying to hide under her blanket.

You informed her you'd brought doughnuts and she peeked back out from under the blanket with a curious trill. You dangled one above her face and chuckled as she reached for it, encountering trouble when her belly weighed her down.

You'd guess she was weighing in around 270 now, which was nothing compared to most of your guests at this point, but her species didn't gain weight easily and she was clearly thrown by how the added weight had affected her movement.

Auran needed a little more bribing. While Minxi ate doughnuts and tried to squeeze into clothes she'd had resized just last week, you had to roll Auran onto his back and start pressing doughnuts to his lips.

Auran's growth was... well, nothing short of impressive especially considering he came from a more slender species. 530lbs of lazy extraterrestrial flab- the frilled fans on either side of his face were beginning to become swallowed by fat, his tail had gotten so chubby he could no longer lift and wag it as he once could, his belly hung down to his knees even when standing.

It was no wonder he'd gotten this large though, he loved Earth food so much you were able to feed him while he was still waking up.

You were able to feed him two and a half boxes of doughnuts while he was still half asleep, and once his strange purple eyes finally opened you were able to plop the next box on his belly so he could help himself.

"Mmph... mornin'," he mumbled around a mouthful.

You patted his stomach fondly before going to help Minxi with her outfit.

She squeaked and whined and jumped as she tried to yank form fitting jumpsuit up past her shapely hips. "It's so small!" She huffed, trying again and gasping adorably as a ripping sound echoed through the room.

She blushed purple as she examined the large tear in the jumpsuit and then looked to you. "... I need comfort," she pouted dramatically.

You slid up behind her, lifting her belly and giving it a jiggle before reaching up to squeeze her round breasts, and assured her that you'd already placed an order for comfort in the form of burgers and fries, and they'd be here shortly.

She squealed with delight and hugged you. "We'll never fit back on the ship home, you're just going to have to roll us back to your place and feed us forever."

You laughed and told her you wouldn't mind that at all, which made her blush.

She was startled out of her cute expression when Auran belched loud enough to shake the walls. "Hey... little help?" He held up his hands.

You and Minxi went over, rolling him closer to the edge of the bed and then straining to help pull him up to his feet. Auran panted as if he'd done any of the work and then accidentally bumped you with his swaying belly as he went right for the jar of candies you refilled for them everyday and left on the dresser.

Your heart pounded as you watched him open the jar and tilt it towards his open mouth, and were glad you'd thought to remove all the wrappers. He gorged, pouring candy down his gullet, eyes glazed over. You'd heard Earth food could be a bit... addictive to some off planet species before but you'd never seen it like this...

After helping your charges get dressed and then helping them through a hearty fast food breakfast, it was time to get back on schedule.

You were supposed to show them a few historical sights, but after ten minutes of waddling, whining, and gasping for breath, your alien friends got distracted.

"What is that?" Minxi asked, her fans quivering with excitement as she sniffed the air and glanced over at the nearby restaurant.

You explained it was a buffet, and how it worked, and suddenly found yourself knocked on your ass as both of them pushed past you to get inside.

You sighed fondly as you paid for their entry and tried to guide them towards a table.

Minxi was eager to try everything she could, making several trips back and forth. You waited at the table as she did that, and wondered where Auran had gotten off to.

"Nn... helppp... I want more but-" Minxi tried to get up and her stuffed belly bumped the underside of the table. She hiccuped and tried to slide out of the booth but ended up groaning and rubbing her belly. "Too heavy..."

You smiled, heading over to fill up another few plates. When you returned, you sat down next to her and started hand feeding her.

Minxi's eyes glazed over and she trilled with sleepy delight as she ate everything she was offered. Her belly gurgled and groaned, and she had trouble keeping her eyes open as she continued to feast.

"M... more..." she breathed. "More? More..."

You chuckled and told her if she had anymore you wouldn't be able to get her out of the booth much less the door. You rubbed her belly to help her digest, assuring her you'd come back here again tomorrow. Her shirt had ridden up considerably, so you were able to feel her skin warm under your loving hands.

After you felt that Minxi was suitably handled, you decided you really needed to go find Auran. It wasn't too hard to find him, he'd sort of... attracted a crowd.

You gasped as you found the wreckage Auran had left behind: buffet trays emptied and tossed onto the floor, full sections completely emptied out, employees scrambling to clean up and refill.

Then there was Auran himself.

His belly was swollen, hiding his knees from view and squishing up against the counter as he ducked under the sneeze guard and simply grabbed handfuls of whatever food he came across, shoving it into his maw forcibly without stopping. It was clear he'd fallen prey to Earth food addiction, and you knew you had no chance of stopping this now. You'd just have to wait for him to run out of food or get too heavy to move.

You followed him as he waddled and shuffled from counter to counter, eating and eating and eating and eating-

At one point he stopped to catch his breath and burped. His eyes rolled back and he tried desperately to get one last chicken wing to his fat face as he fell completely onto his back with a loud thud that shook the restaurant.

You sighed, wondering how you were going to get him out of there, then noticed he was still trying desperately to feed himself.

Well, in for a penny... in for several hundred pounds.

You grabbed the tray he'd been eating from and, ignoring the onlookers that were being shooed off by the staff, started feeding him.

You couldn't tell if you were forced feeding him or not, because he kept moaning and turning his head as if to escape, but whenever you stopped he groaned for more. You could feel his stomach growing taut even under all the pudge, and his clothes were starting to rip into ribbons.

"So... full..." he gasped for breath, his belly weighing on his lungs.

You shushed him gently, and fed him another slice of cake.

You considered Auran and Minxi's stay on Earth to be successful because they didn't want to leave.

Not that they'd be able to get up and walk to the shuttleport on their own anyway...

"Nnmpf..." Auran chewed greedily as you fed him another slice of pizza. "Faster."

You shook your head fondly at his demands and reminded him that if he hadn't eaten himself into such a huge state then he'd be able to move his arms and hands with enough dexterity to feed himself.

Auran was in bed technically, although you couldn't see the mattress or shattered bed frame under his bulk. He was a melting pile of rolls of fat with a greedy ever open mouth.

Minxi wasn't there yet, but she was close behind.

She whined as she got wedged in the doorway, a popsicle in her mouth and a pair of shorts two sizes too small struggling to cover a growing ass. She braced her hands on either side of the door and tried to force herself through. You watched her attempts for awhile, and were somehow surprised when the doorframe simply... crumbled to accommodate her wide body.

Minxi grinned as she waddled to her own bed, every inch of her swaying side to side and jiggling incredibly as she plopped herself down on her ass. "Oooh you got the kind I like!" She wiggled her fingers before flipping open one of the pizza boxes. She started rolling the pizza into a burrito shape, which was her preferred method of eating them these days. "You're the best!" She giggled, taking a big bite and patting a belly that was only going to grow bigger and bigger...

[quin-ns]

cowboy like me (JJ Maybank x Reader)

Word count: 3.3K

Summary: you and JJ realize you share a skill set and partner up

Tags: meet-cute, JJ steals and so do you, humor, fluff, flirting, dancing, mutual crush, love confessions, kissing, two kleptos falling in love <3

A/N: very much inspired by the song “cowboy like me” by taylor swift. it’s such a good song and I recommend listening to it if you haven’t. if you have listened, don’t worry this isn’t a sad fic. the focus pulls from the outlaws in love :)

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The meeting was an accident, but everything changed after you were walking passed JJ and bumped into him.

“I’m so sorry!” you told him, but JJ shrugged it off with a smile. He was in a good mood, a little buzzed, and now he had an excuse to talk to a pretty girl.

“No harm done,” he assured. “I don’t think we’ve met.” It was true, you looked unfamiliar. Maybe he’d seen you around school but at the moment he couldn’t recall. 

“I don’t usually show up to things like this,” you revealed. “I’m Y/N,” you said, holding out your hand.

“JJ,” he introduced himself, taking your hand in his and giving a quick shake. 

He was about to pull away, but he felt something cold against his fingertips.

You were nice and probably didn’t deserve to have your bracelet stolen, but JJ couldn’t stop himself from sliding the chain off of your wrist. He didn’t even know if it looked valuable or not, but years of impulsive behavior made it not matter. He palmed it in his hand and pulled back, looking nonchalant as ever.

“So you said you don’t really come to parties? Is there a reason you showed up tonight?” JJ was curious to get to know you despite the theft.

“A friend of mine actually asked me to come,” you replied. Looking off to the side, you pointed in a vague way. “She’s waving to me now, but maybe I’ll see you around.” JJ looked in that direction but got distracted when you playfully bumped into him, mimicking the accidental run-in that occurred before. You shot him a smile and a wink that had him letting out a small chuckle.

He watched you walk off into a group, a small spark rushing through him. You disappeared in the crowd and a sudden feeling of guilt overwhelmed him. The chain bracelet weighed heavy in his hand and JJ was already regretting what he’d done. Why did he have to be so greedy? He started to go after you, but stopped himself. If you had formed any sort of positive opinion of him, he was sure it would turn sour if the second time he talked to you was to confess to stealing off of you.

JJ frowned to himself, feeling stuck in a stalemate. Eventually he slid the bracelet into his pocket, thinking of a lie along the lines of “hey, I randomly found this and somehow know it’s  yours" or “your bracelet accidentally fell into my hand” but nothing sounded good.

The bracelet fell into his pocket and JJ immediately registered it was the only thing in there. His eyes went wide. 

Where was his wallet?

He whipped his head in the direction you had gone, realizing the side you’d bumped when you left had been the same side he carried his wallet in. 

“What the hell?” JJ muttered to himself, the pieces falling into place. 

He didn’t stop himself from going after you this time. He weaved his way through the crowd and spotted you easily. You were hard to miss, laughing at something some random guy had said.

“Hey, Y/N,” JJ greeted loudly, gaining your attention. He wasn’t angry, though. Not at all. JJ had been stunned at first but now he was just curious and impressed. There was a weird level of excitement, too, when you looked at him.

“Hey, there.” You focused on him, the random boy forgotten. JJ wouldn’t admit out loud that he enjoyed getting your full attention. “Lose something?” you asked knowingly, raising your brows a little and biting back a smile. 

“Actually, yeah,” JJ replied, unknowingly matching your expression. The guy wandered off, leaving the two of you alone. “You seen a wallet? I’m guessing it might be in your pocket.”

“I’ll tell you what.” You crossed your arms, squaring up playfully. “I’ll trade the wallet for my bracelet.”

JJ’s cheeks felt warm all of the sudden. He didn’t think you’d noticed that—didn’t make the connection. 

“That, um, that’s fair, yeah.” JJ pulled the bracelet from his pocket and placed it in your waiting hand. You slid it back on and gave him his wallet in exchange. “That was pretty smooth, by the way. Seems like you have some tricks up your sleeve,” he tried to say casually

“Takes one to know one,” you replied easily. “You were pretty slick, too. If I hadn’t pulled that same move before I probably wouldn’t have felt it,” you commented in a way that sounded complimentary. 

JJ perked up. Maybe it shouldn’t, but it felt nice to get some praise for a skill people usually looked down upon. He wasn’t rich, he had to do what he had to just to get by sometimes—and that caused a habit. Sticky fingers were hard to get rid of, especially when it gave him a rush. But looking at you, the way your eyes held intrigue instead of distaste, he started to suspect you understood.

You did, and it wouldn’t take that long for you to show him that.

That meeting changed everything for both you and JJ. You started going to the summer parties more often. Every time you did, you and JJ somehow “ran into” each other, neither wanting to admit to seeking out the other.

The two of you had started playing a game—one for your own amusement (and at the expense of others). Well, less of a game and more of thievery, but you two made it into a game. Seeing how many people you could pickpocket, different methods, seeing if you could charm and swindle people into giving either of you what you wanted. That one you saved for the kook’s side of town.

And by the time the rich folks in the country clubs you snuck into caught on, you were gone like bandits. 

One time you joked to JJ you were like outlaws, and he came back with, “How about cowboys? It sounds better.”

“Cowboys it is,” you agreed, heart leaping out of your chest when JJ swung his arm over your shoulder. 

You had no idea JJ had already fallen for you, but you did know you were falling for him. 

One night, the two of you decided to get some food and walk around town. JJ didn’t want to go home yet and you wanted to spend as much of the night with him as you could. There were no parties either, and the two of you just hanging out as friends had been normalized for a while.

You and JJ laughed and talked as you strolled around the familiar area. When you came upon a bar, a wicked idea popped into your head. When JJ looked at you, he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“They don’t card,” he said, trying to sound ambiguous.

“Interesting,” you replied with a cheeky grin, holding his gaze. 

Based on a whim, the two walked up to the bar, deciding to finish the night by going after some low hanging fruit.

“Do you have a plan?” JJ wondered as the two of you entered, scanning the surroundings. 

You spotted a drunk looking man sitting alone. You immediately noticed his wallet sitting on the counter in front of him and smirked up at your partner. 

“They make it so easy,” you replied. 

JJ watched, unable to tear his eyes away, as you waltzed over and took a seat next to the man. You were young—same age as JJ—but you could carry yourself with such maturity that you could fool nearly anyone. JJ would’ve been jealous of the way you laughed and flirted with the man, but in the end he knew you’d come back and it would be JJ who you’d truly be spending time and laughing with. 

After you successfully snatched the man’s wallet and brought it to JJ like a trophy, your confidence was up. It was easy to mill about, convincing more than one drunken man that you could’ve been the one. Of course, what you were really after was their valuables. You got another wallet (after the man bought you drinks, which you snuck off to share with JJ), and then a money clip. You also snagged a watch that looked expensive by laying your hand over a man’s to undo the clasps and maneuver it off without him noticing. You were especially proud of that and gifted it to JJ.

“I bet this cost you a fortune,” JJ teased sarcastically, putting on the accessory. Maybe it was bold to put it right in after stealing it, but you had filled your pockets—and JJ needed his empty for what he had planned. 

See, JJ took your winnings as a challenge and decided to go after older women who sat alone or in pairs. He used his boyish charm to get invited to the table and get access to their unsupervised purses. You sat back and watched, an amused smile on your face as they gushed over him every time. 

He returned to you (naturally) flaunting his treasures before hiding them away, just as you had done with him. 

“We should probably get out of here,” you suggested. You had a feeling the longer you stuck around, the more likely it would be that your new “friends” scattered across the bar would start to notice some missing things.

Instead, JJ did something you didn’t expect.

“Wanna dance?” JJ asked with a grin, riding high on the adrenaline. 

“Dancing is a dangerous game,” you warned. It was the kind of thing that could make someone fall in love, but you kept that thought to yourself.

JJ extended the hand, beckoning you to take it. He tilted his head a little, and the grin remained. “But you love dangerous.”

You gave in easily, accepting his hand. JJ pulled you to the small dance floor and the two of you immediately fell in with the crowd. You and everyone around you danced to the upbeat music. Most of the crowd on the dance floor was couples probably in their late twenties. Amongst them, it made it even more obvious that you were teenagers.

It didn’t seem to matter much though, you were just two more faces in the group. 

You and JJ danced together, somehow turning a random array of moves—lots of swaying and spinning—into rhythm. The song passed and shifted into a much slower, very romantic sounding song. You couldn’t make out the full words all that clear, but the ones you did made it obvious. 

Neither you or JJ stopped dancing despite the change. The only thing that changed was your pace. You both slowed down and moved a little closer. 

JJ had been in close proximity to you so many times, but this felt different. This made him just as nervous as it made him excited. He felt somehow more cautious but also more carefree. His mind was so full of contradictions that he had no choice but to push them aside and focus on dancing with you.

Truth be told, putting his attention on you was something JJ never found to be difficult.

JJ held your hand tight in his suddenly and spun you around, trying to impress you. You giggled, colliding with him when he pulled you in. 

“Gotta say, we’re the best looking couple here,” JJ whispered in your ear with a small laugh. 

You gave him a look. Not because of his odd way of trying to compliment both you and himself, but something else. Couple? you wanted to ask. You were maybe a little surprised by the comment, but you weren’t bothered. Far from it.

There was no time for you to actually ask him, though, because suddenly your moment was interrupted.

“Hey!” a man yelled, pointing at you and JJ. “You two! You stole my watch!” The two of you looked to him and sure enough, it was the man who’s watch JJ was currently wearing. He was more aware than you realized and maybe hadn’t planned on drinking the night away on an open tab like you expected.

A guy across the room perked his head up, attention drawn by the first. Neither of you saw it, but he must’ve felt his back pocket and realized it was empty. “That girl took my wallet!”

“He stole my ring!” a lady yelled, looking accusingly at JJ.

“Oh shit,” you cursed. JJ pushed you behind him, ready to take the brunt of the anger as they (and a few others) started closing in, realizing what had happened. The protectiveness that overwhelmed him would be something he admittedly felt a lot, but tried to not act on. You always insisted you could take care of yourself, but he couldn’t fight the instinct in the moment. 

You looked around and spotted a back exit door. It was closer than the front and it was your only way to avoid your marks.

Suddenly, JJ felt your hand grasp his. 

“Run!” you yelled, tugging him in the direction. 

He focused on the door as you dropped his hand, squeezing through the crowd in your own paths. Then you met at the door and took off in a mad dash away from the bar. There was some yelling behind you and neither of you looked back. You only tore your gaze away from the road ahead to look at JJ, and he did the same for you. 

The grin JJ gave you was wild, full of excitement. You felt the same rush. Not even the truck coming up behind the two of you could kill it. One of the barflies decided to be a hero and try to chase the delinquents (that’s what he kept screaming at you out the window) down. 

JJ grabbed your hand this time, his grip much stronger than it had been in the bar. He ran perpendicular to you suddenly and yanked you off the backroad and soon the two of you were sprinting hand and hand off into a small field.

The truck’s owner blared its horn as it sped past, but you could hardly hear it over the sound of you and JJ’s laughter. 

After slowing down, it took a moment of wandering to realize you’d ended up in a park. 

The two of you ducked under a playground structure, keeping out of sight. You sat down and pulled JJ with you. He landed at your side and the two of you caught your breath. Soon, heavy breathing turned into more laughter as the absurdity of the situation set in.

“He was ready to run us over!” you exclaimed, equally shocked and amused. You laughed again to yourself and looked over to JJ. It felt like it was just you and him in the world, and you liked that.

JJ was smiling, but there was something else there. Something in his eyes as you watched him watch you. 

He wondered if you could hear how fast his heart was racing, because it wasn’t just from the running. 

JJ was suddenly aware of how close the two of you were sitting, how you’d grabbed his hand to run, how pushing you behind him to keep you safe felt so natural for him. Every moment he flirted with you and how you’d responded replayed in his mind and how he was desperate to be the one to make you smile and laugh. How when he was around you he felt nothing but pure happiness. How he’d been intrigued by you upon first meeting and every time the two of you were together that feeling only grew and morphed into something else. Something more. 

JJ had never been in love, but he knew this is what it felt like. 

“Earth to JJ,” you said teasingly, waving your hand in front of his face. “You’re not gonna have a heart attack, are you?”

He snapped from his daze to chuckle briefly at your joke. “Nah, I wouldn’t do that to ya,” he responded light-heartedly. In the back of his mind, all he wanted to do was kiss you as you laughed again.

“Good, because I don’t think I can carry you all the way back to town.”

JJ was half listening to you and half focused on trying to bring back the courage he felt in the bar when he’d asked you to dance. 

“Pretty impressive that we’ve spent the whole summer together and this is the first time we got caught,” you mused in JJ’s silence, taking in your surroundings.

“Couple of cowboys on the run,” JJ suggested, smiling to himself. Then at you.

“I couldn’t have asked for a better partner in crime,” you said, starting to realize his hand was still in yours. You gave it a light squeeze, which brought it to your full attention. His too.

There was a beat of silence where you stared at one another, unable to acknowledge the contact yet finding it to be the only thing either of you could feel.

“Remember when I asked you to dance?” JJ asked, seemingly randomly. But it wasn’t.

You let out a small, amused sound. “It was about ten minutes ago, so yeah.”

JJ felt a little more at ease due to the teasing tone. He wanted to say something about how it was fun, how he enjoyed the feeling of being with you, but he couldn’t force the words out. Instead, he asked, “What did you mean when you said it was dangerous?”

Suddenly, it was as if there was a spotlight on you. Like you’d been shoved onto stage front and center without knowing your lines. Of course, you knew what you had thought at the time, but could you really say that? If you did, would you pay for it? 

“Dancing’s the kinda thing that can make someone fall in love,” you finally said, in that same warning tone that had been present in your own mind before.

Hearing you say that made JJ’s head spin. There were so many different ways he could take it, but there was a glimmer of hope as he wished for the best. Miraculously, his confidence returned. His heart was racing and his cheeks were flushed—and he couldn’t quite hold your gaze for an extended time—but JJ found the strength to say what he was thinking.

“It didn’t take us dancing for me to do that.”

His voice was low and a part of you wondered if you had even heard him right. But the nervous yet longing look in his eyes told you that you had heard JJ correctly.

“JJ—“

“Can I just… say something first?”

You swallowed and nodded, bracing yourself for what words came next. Except, it wasn’t words at all.

JJ’s free hand—the one that wasn’t still holding yours—rose to cup your face. You were sitting side by side, but facing each other already. JJ was able to close the gap between you easily, and you went willingly.

It was like sparks flew the moment JJ’s lips pressed against yours. A switch flipped for the both of you as longing and desire poured out as your lips moved against one another’s. 

The kiss couldn’t have been more perfect. It was long awaited from both you and JJ. With so much build up in your minds, it was like magic when it finally happened.

Neither of you wanted to pull apart, but had to. Oxygen was pretty important, unfortunately. 

Your eyes met and JJ’s seemed to sparkle, like they were full of stars, even in the evening light. He cracked a smile, unable to contain his joy, and you couldn’t help but follow suit. 

“I, uh, know those weren't exactly words…” JJ started sheepishly, causing you to giggle. “I think it got the point across.”

“It definitely did,” you assured. “I never thought we’d be here,” you mused, not just about the park but about everything.

“Me neither,” JJ agreed. “But I couldn’t be happier.”

Like a true cowboy, JJ had stolen your heart. You never wanted love at first, but now you didn’t know what you’d do without it—without him.

You and JJ were destined to be partners in crime. And if he had it his way and you had it yours, it would stay that way forever.