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bluecoolr · 2 years ago

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🎱 Darrell Todd NSFW Alphabet 🎱

A/N: Keep in mind our boy is bi. I tried keeping this gender neutral, though. This is in Darrell Todd x You format. Also keep in mind he is a vers. I once said he gave subby energy, but soft dom is also applicable.

Absolutely not proofread. I charged through this like a diesel train firing on all cylinders.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He's usually light-headed after sex. When he comes down from his high he'll make sure to attend to you. He helps you clean up (if you want) and would get both of you a drink of water. Tucks your hair behind your ear/brushes your hair from your forehead while you drink.

Would love to cuddle after, share a kiss or 2 … or 3 before falling asleep with you in his arms.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His hands. They're big with prominent knuckles. There's a couple of freckles on the backs of his hands and one mole on his right wrist. He has vertically long fingernails which have a sort of pale pink nail bed and barely there lunulas. He keeps his nails trimmed and clean.

His hands are reliable. They can touch, caress, hold, grope, and pull orgasms out of you.

Of course he also likes his dick. He's all about closeness and thinks having it buried balls deep inside you would be the epitome of closeness.

Your tits and thighs and lips. Don't get me wrong he appreciates a nice ass, but tits drive him wild. Chronic case of lemme suck them tiddies. He can get off on it alone.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Thick and white, which is relatively surprising for someone who has bad eating habits and who leisurely smokes.

Would love to cum inside you every chance he gets, but if you don't want that he'll gladly cum on your belly or your thighs.

Likes to see his cock covered in both your juices when he pulls out.

Gathers any that leaks out and pushes it back in.

Likes it when you swallow.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Would just love to bite you

He settles for nips and hickeys but he would love to sink his teeth down and mark you up

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's pretty experienced and kinda knows his way around.

Deadset on learning how you like it so he can satisfy you. He will find that sweet spot and make it his fucking mission to hit it every single time. He sleeps well knowing he did a good job for you.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Missionary and its variations: Both legs on his shoulders. One leg up. Your ankles locked around his waist/the small of his back.

He thinks it's perfect because you can have eye contact and its easier for spotting any signs of discomfort (no matter who's topping)

Also allows for deeper penetration and gives him front row seats to your tits. Makes your lips more accessible to deep, heated kisses.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Somewhere in the middle, I suppose. Likes to enjoy the closeness, wants to focus on how good it feels throughout.

Won't actively joke but he'd make you smile with honest, genuine praise.

Praise him and you'll get him very red and smiley.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

The carpet obvs doesn't match the drapes. He doesn't shave but trims it to help with clean up and comfort.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Very intimate.

Leans down all the time to kiss you. Thinks he can manifest his feelings through kissing. Outside of a sexual setting his kisses hold a lot of meaning too.

Kisses every bit of skin he can reach.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Jerks off a lot. It's one of the ways he relieves stress.

He'll be at work and very subtly reach down and palm himself behind the counter. Sometimes he disappears into the gas station bathroom to pump one out. Things get more interesting in his trailer.

He humps his pillow, hands clutching it in a death grip, while he lets his thoughts wander or while looking at pictures of you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

BREEDING

Praise kink

Mutual masturbation

Taking pictures/getting his picture taken

Outdoor sex/Agoraphilia

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His trailer, in the woods or by the lake of Devil's Peak

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Dirty talk and naughty texts

Send him a pic and he's fucking feral, itching to get off his shift

On the opposite end however, he also gets turned on when you're just relaxing/cuddling. Loves it when there's this shared air of trust and open affection that wraps around you.

Tenderness.

Confident and genuine smiles, twinkling eyes, and having some outspoken passion for an interest enthralls him too

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Bondage

Knife or bloodplay

Degradation

Any form of hitting (spanking or slapping)

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Honestly, he loves both. He knows how to go down on you for sure.

Great hand-tongue coordination *wink wonk*

He likes to lace his fingers with yours while giving/receiving

Absolutely loves when you come in his mouth and swallows every drop

Will not hesitate to kiss you even with the taste of him on your tongue.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He gives you time to adjust once he bottoms out, but he's quick to settle on a pace you both enjoy.

Knows how important good rhythm is, so he's gonna commit to that.

Gets faster as both of you are close.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Loves a good quickie <3

Willing to risk it all for a quickie

If he's stuck at work, you're more than welcome to drop by and take him in the storage closet or bathroom.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

50/50… if it makes him uncomfortable or bears any form of resemblance to his turn offs, I'm sorry he isn't doing it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Baby can take 2 max, but each round lasts a while so you both would have had your fill by then.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Surprisingly doesn't own toys. Considered buying one of those doll torsos, but decided against it. Didn't appreciate how desperate he seemed.

If you do have toys, he'll gladly use them on you, and if you get him any he's very willing to try them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Doesn't tease much. Doesn't like to be teased either. If you want him, you'll get him and would appreciate it if you return the favor. He gets embarrassed/incredibly needy when you tease.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Loud. Can't help it. Absolutely vocal.

Sprinkle of expletives here and there

So much moaning it might surprise you because in a normal setting he isn't too talkative.

Petnames galore. Says "ma'am/sir" or "mama/daddy" when subbing, but always uses "baby".

Out of breath by the time he's about to cum. Just helpless pathetic whimpers that he buries in the crook of your neck.

Begging. That's it.

Stumbles over his words.

His orgasm pulls out a deep, satisfied, moan out of him.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Thoroughly believes that sex isn't good sex unless it's sloppy so... let's hope you're at the lake or near some running water and paper towels.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

*cracks knuckles* I've said before that he's big in every sense of the word and I stand by it. He's a good 8 inches in length, maybe a spare .02 or .04 or so, and a decent 5 inches in girth. Uncircumcised. (Gasp! An uncircumcised Christian?! Heresy! Bloo is burnt at the stake)

A shower. When you pull down his pants, it's a bit of a shocker and he always chuckles at your reaction.

Worried that you genuinely can't take it.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Relatively average sex drive? Although it's pretty high when you're around.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Pretty fast, only because he's absolutely spent afterwards, but he'll force himself to listen to you if you wanna talk after. He'll insist he's just resting his eyes when he closes them. Pretty soon his replies turn into sweet but monosyllabic mmm's. Then he's out.

Gonna tag some people who interacted with my post: @rottent33th @fraidy-farfelle @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @solmints-messyocdiary @probably-a-plant-thing @damien-mlm

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papuhater · 2 years ago

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Nolan Scarecrow with Big Tiddy Goth GF. Bonus points if she wears black lipstick and accidentally leave mark on him so someone needed to point it out.

my someone to spend time with <3

pairing: nolan!scarecrow x fem! big bonkers! goth! reader

a/n: hehehehehehehe i also have big badonkers, boobas, heads up for big boob mention, pechugas = a spanish way of saying tiddy

summary: the ask sums it up but HEHEHEHE BIG BONKERS

☤) diosito mio la power couple esta aca otra vez 😳

☤) ok out of joke, you two are actually almost meant for each other, you like wearing clothes that normally "scare" people, he actually likes more dark academia than any style, i just know it, (he wears suits and literally a mask)

☤) while he is more classy, you are the iconic goth style, always wearing band shirts, with dark makeup.

☤) now that we are talking about makeup, he secretly likes the fact that when you smooch him some of your lipstick stains his lips (or his neck perhaps °//v//°) and he walks into the asylum, goes to the bathroom and his coworker makes a comment on how "he had a nice souvenir on his neck" while he left. he didn't get it until he looked into the mirror, jon blushed and quickly wiped it away.

☤) jonathan here in regard to the badonkers is very nonchalant in a charming way on the outside while on the inside he is very flustered and enjoys it very much.

☤) if you ever get insecure about your looks, he is here to help, jon is a doctor, he fucking knows that it's normal to have a belly and thick thighs, and if you think he somehow minds them (negatively) you are very wrong. HE ADORES IT, just like he adores every single part of your body and soul, and also the big boobas are a plus for him.

☤) jon loves the fact that your face is so dark looking but he knows you really well, and he knows the personality beneath the physical part.

☤) gladly, dates are mostly scary movies and chill, or also in autumn i just know he likes to pick a pumpkin out, and you two go to a pumpkin patch. back to scary movies, he enjoys the adrenaline seeing people scared shitless in a killer movie was so amazing, and of course that with his love he would love to see scary movies.

☤) cuddling sessions are very gratifying for him, he likes to envelop his arms around your waist and his head to lay on the pechugas <3, all while you play with his hair, this is the best on work days, it calms jon on a spiritual level.

☤) your shared apartment is a mix of your aesthetics, some dark academia things with some goth stuff laying around

☤) and as always, he is very supportive no matter what, he loves you and only you <3

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finniestoncrane · 2 years ago

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You got any more ideas on the other rogues (any rogues, specially Harvey) who like a thicker girl??? 💕🍑

mhmmmmmmmmm YEP because there's nothing stopping me from insisting that all of these men are weak in the knees for a literal fuckin marshmallow of a woman (tastes sweet, looks soft and round) 💚

healing fat girl problems one scenario with a criminal at a time, if there are any rogues i didn't get to let me know and i can try my best!

minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff

scarecrow

someone get this man a big tiddy goth girlfriend, STAT. he uses the word plump a lot there's something classic and gothic about it to him. he's into white knuckle clinging and he can sink his fingers into every bit of you with ease so your body is a literal playground for him. there's not a bit of you he hasn't tried to taste or bite, and he finds it absolutely insane how much he enjoys pressing himself into you, between your thighs, your butt cheeks, your breasts. something about being enveloped in warm skin makes him feel safe and calm.

penguin

chubby power couple of gotham alert. he worships the ground you walk on and NEEDS to be seen with you, like you're a bit of a trophy and he loves showing you off. he's so happy just to have you on his arm and sharing his umbrella with him. also, it helps with his own self-image, being able to see obvious beauty in someone his shape and size makes him more confident. also, as someone who desires status and places a lot on his cumulative resources, someone who is large gives him a sense of value in you, that you're worth a lot more because there's more of you.

two face

there's something insanely glamorous about a plus size woman in a silk dress. y'know the way that silk kind of clings to the stomach and highlights the belly button and the shape of all the lumps and bumps HNG omg. and that's probably what would draw him to someone in the first place. he's quite aggressively complimentary, and if you were ever to say something slightly mean about yourself on a bad day, he would be ready with a retort. don't like the way your thighs chafe when you walk? that's fine, you can spend the rest of your life in bed with your legs spread for him. think your boobs are too big and maybe saggy? less effort for him to be able to put his face between them when you're on top. feel iffy about your double chin or neck one day? please remember that it's easier on his hand when he's choking you, which is one of his favourite things to do.

harley quinn

harley would absolutely find a chubby gal to be the cutest, most adorable thing ever. like she'll consider you a little stuffed animal that she is fiercely protective of. she'll squeeze your chubby cheeks and call you puddin' and she'll put a lot of effort into making you a matching outfit that shows off your curves. she's a tits gal for sure, but she loves prodding all of your lumpier bits and squealing over how CUTE you are.

bane

no matter how big you are, you're smaller than him and he likes to remind you of that by petting your head and treating you like a delicate angel. also, this might just be a me thing, but i missed out on being lifted and carried as a fat girl, but he's SO STRONG. forget about walking anywhere ever again, he's carrying you in his big strong arms. he's so aware of how hard his body is, it's nice to have something soft and squishy to hold against him. ALSO ass man ass man ASS MAN loves smacking it and watching it jiggle

poison ivy

your body and the way your curves flow make her think about the curves of flower stems, or the way that vines will curl and wave to find their way to the light. if you have stretch marks, she likes to stoke them and comments that they remind her of delicate petals with the lines that are on them, like hydrangeas. she's absolutely obsessed with thick legs, thighs and calves, because how are you not constantly arousing yourself by getting to walk around on those sturdy stalks god damn. she literally pictures you like an oil painting, cherubic, soft and dewy, literally surrounded by wildflowers at all times. she can swear she smells them when you walk past her.

#finnie writes #batman #fanfic #scarecrow #jonathan crane #oswald cobblepot #the penguin #harvey dent #two face #anon #friends being friends #harleen quinzel #harley quinn #pamela isley #poison ivy #bane #eduardo dorrance #rogues #rogues gallery

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bokutospupp · 3 years ago

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So🧍‍♀️my periods just started and it’s so painful and uncomfortable 😩 wish I could have someone named bokuto to make me feel better by allowing me to suck on his thumb and his dick I’m just needy for any kind of attention and my oral fixation is showing up sigh. Share some thoughts pls do you think he’d like to help? 🥺

you have no idea how much this effected me. service dom!bo is fucking beautiful. here’s some thoughts 🤍

CW: Thumb sucking, Oral (m! receiving), Daddy is said once(1!), He calls reader Pup, Tiddy sucking (i’m so sorry but omg-), i think that’s it! lmk if i missed something

He notices the week prior when you start to get more clingy, as well as chew more gum or eat hard candy. He knows what’s coming up, and is it gross of him to look forward to it?

You come to him with big pleading eyes, he doesn’t even need to ask anymore. He knows what’s going through your pretty lil head the moment you’re in front of him playing with his hands.

“Aw Pup, c’mere.” The large man coos at you, pulling you into his lap. He’s a heater, emitting warmth from the closeness of your bodies. A warm hand lays against your lower stomach, rubbing soft circles. He hopes it’ll put you at ease, even a little bit.

“Have you taken any pain meds?” He’ll ask softly, sighing when you shake your head yes. If he could, he would fight the mensural cycle. How dare it put HIS baby through pain every month.

“Daddy knows what you need Pup.” His thumb reaches up and swipes across your bottom lip, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lip when your mouth opens and tongue darts out eagerly. He slowly presses his thumb into your mouth, applying pressure to your tongue. He’ll sit there as long as you need to use his finger.

But when you’re still wiggling and whining that it’s ‘not enough, still hurts.’ He pulls his thumb from your mouth, wiping it on his pants while throwing his shirt off quickly. A hand tangles into your hair softly, guiding your head towards his chest. Tits made of muscle with a layer a fat over them are waiting for your mouth.

As soon as your lips wrap around his puffy nipple his breath hitches in his throat. The hand on your stomach moving to rub soft soothing circles against your hip. He couldn’t help the soft pants and the way his cock swelled in his sweatpants.

He let you have your time with his chest, but when he looked down to see tears dotting your pretty eye lashing his heart broke. There was only one more thing that he could think of that might put you a bit at ease. With one strong arm wrapped around your center, he grabbed a pillow off the couch and leaned down to place it on the floor between his legs.

Bokuto moved you like you weighed nothing. Once you were sat between his legs, he pulled his pants down to his mid thigh. Thick cock slapping against his belly, precum spreading across the thick happy trail.

“Go ahead Pup. ‘s all yours.” He motions for you to do what you want with his cock. A warm smile pulls at his lips when you press yourself towards him, taking his cock in your mouth. Usually he’d move to fuck into your mouth, but you needed this more than he did. Hed be patient, for you.

You were his baby, and he would do anything to make you feel better.

THIS IS A LOT LONGER THAN I INTENDED— BOKUTO MAKES MY WRITERS BLOCK DISAPPEAR I SWEAR.

I hope your doing okay loves! Try a warm bottle or a warm bag of rice against your tummy! I have friends that say it helps! Make sure to drink plenty of water too!

Asks/Requests: OPEN

#-tw: daddy kink #-tw: thumb/tiddy sucking #-🤍: Asks!#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #bokuto smut #koutarou bokuto smut #bokuto x reader #koutarou bokuto x reader #kōtarō bokuto smut #kōtarō bokuto x reader

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catgirlclone · 3 years ago

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theepisceswriter · 4 years ago

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AOT CHARACTERS WITH A CHUBBY/THICC/PLUS SIZE S/O (Porco, Connie, Erwin, Reiner)

A/N: I know there’s a ton of headcanon posts out there like this already, but my THICC girls deserve all the love

TW: mostly just fluff, some suggestive themes, mentions of food/eating, fembodied!reader (she/her pronouns), 18+

PORCO GALLIARD

Healthy relationship weight; that’s it. That’s the headcanon post for Porco.

But really, you two are the type of couple that goes out all the time together and 80% of that time is spent out eating, so the both of you have both put on a couple of pounds compared to how you were at the beginning of your relationship. But it fits the two of you so well that neither of you care, y’all still are going to doordash and go out to try new food all you want!

Definitely have a picture of you two somewhere in your camera roll of you two posing in the mirror with your post-eating bloated bellies sticking out.

Let somebody even give you the slightest side-eye or a look that Porco doesn’t like in public and he’s all over them in a minute. “The fuck are you looking at? Mind your business before I give you something to mind.” It doesn’t even have to be concerning your body, Porco is just that protective over you.

He’s very affectionate with you in public. Always pulling you into hugs, wrapping his arms around you from behind, poking at your stomach or thighs, and gripping his favorite part of your body which is *cough* your ass *cough*.

You most definitely have bruises on your ass from sessions in the bedroom and his favorite position to have you in is you on top in reverse cowgirl so he can watch it bounce while he smacks it.

CONNIE SPRINGER

You could be minding your business on the couch watching tv and here he comes out of nowhere squishing your stomach and running away before you can do anything to him about it. Also, you kinda likes it when he does it but shhhh.

You know how when you wear crop tops sometimes you’ll have that little chunk of skin on your sides that’ll hang out? That’s his favorite part to squeeze and mess with because he knows it tickles you when he does it.

At one point, he’s drawn a face on your stomach and you moved it so it looked like it was talking. The two of you were dying laughing in the room for like an hour cracking jokes and you even gave it a name; Vincent.

Anytime you have skin exposed he just has to leave a bunch of soft kisses there.

After a long day of being Connie, he runs up to you like a baby and just flops down on top of your body murmuring about how soft and comfortable it is and falls asleep on your like three minutes later. His favorite position to sleep with you in is him laying on your chest with one hand in your bra squeezing your boob for warmth and security.

If you haven’t noticed already his favorite part of your body is your boobs. You definitely have a video of him in your phone motor-boating them like his life depended on it. He can spend hours just focusing on your breasts because he loves them so much. Sometimes when you’re watching movies together and cuddling he’ll randomly pull them out and start sucking on your nipples like it’s a regular hobby to be doing.

ERWIN SMITH

Erwin is a grown man, he is not worried about his significant other having a little bit of meat on her bones. If anything he prefers a partner with a little bit of extra fluff so he has something to grab on while he’s demolishing you in the bedroom.

He can’t get enough of your body. Even in a non sexual setting his hands are always on you tracing over your hips or just wrapping his arm around your torso to keep you close to him. He doesn’t have a favorite body part of yours because he adores your whole body.

He’s very verbally affectionate with you, especially on days when he can tell you’re not feeling all too confident with your body.

“Those jeans compliment your body nicely” “I like the way that shirt hugs your curves” “You look like a renaissance painting right now. A sculpture people should be worshiping.” + some quick kisses to your lips and body parts throughout the whole day because he’s such a gentleman like that.

Call him a chubby chaser and watch his whole face go red and him cough as he tries to dispute your claim.

His favorite thing to do with you is to go to stores and pick out things that he thinks would compliment your body nicely and have you try them on in the dressing room. By the third outfit your shopping trip is cut off because he’s so horny from watching you try everything on that he just has to have you right then and there. Of course, you leave the store with everything you tried on and go home with even more outfits to try on for him later on that night.

REINER BRAUN

Big boi + big gorl = the combo we all need in our lives.

Who’s tiddies are bigger? Trick question, but you probably compare yours all the time and tease Reiner for his pecks.

“Babe you could probably fit into one of my sports bras at this point.” Not saying that the two of you have definitely tried to see if that was true, but the two of you have definitely tried to see if it was true one time

Cuddling is his favorite thing to do with you. Everything on you is so squishy, soft, and comfortable, he could never get enough of you. Best believe he’ll come in from work and will immediately bury his face into your belly. No words or anything, just immediately plows his face into your belly and falls asleep because it’s so comfortable to him.

Don’t even get him started on your thighs. He will never get enough of how soft your thighs are and how good and warm they feel when you have them wrapped around his ears like ear muffs. If the two of you are watching tv or any sort of activity that allows the two of you to be side by side, he’s going to lay his head down on your thighs if they’re exposed and use them as pillows.

He’s such a strong man. During sex he’ll contort your body into different positions with ease, let you sit on his face completely, and pick you up when he wants to be extra freaky and fuck you against the wall or something.

His favorite part of your body is your thighs 110%

#plus I felt like I needed to post something that wasn’t purely spicy for once lmao #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #aot imagines #reiner braun x reader #connie springer x reader #erwin smith x reader #porco galliard x reader

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mangofetts · 4 years ago

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star wars filthy headcanons

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!

din djarin

HUGE breeding kink. this man loves to fill you to the brim. every mandalorian learns from a young age about the resol’nare and he wants to fulfill his duty as best he can. on the subject of this, he cums a lot, like an unhealthy amount. this comes from the mando race in general.

big bondage fan. loves to use the binders on you or tie you up with rope. he uses the magnetic binders so he can pin your hands above you and keep them there without him constantly making sure they’re there. also helps him relax and make sure that you don’t make any moves to take off his helmet while he’s not paying attention (not that you would, but he likes to make sure). he also likes pinning you with his body. loves gagging you as well.

cum play. since his load is big, it doesn’t stay in you for long so he likes to go back in with his fingers and plug your cunt so no more comes out. he loves facials and/or cumming on your chest, belly, and thighs. something about that just drives him crazy, seeing you marked with him. he also scoops the cum up and feeds it to you or even rubs it into your skin like it’s oil for a massage (he’ll clean you up real good if he does that don’t worry ;))

gun play. he likes when you’re helpless under him with his blaster to your forehead as he tells you to not move or make any noise. there have beens times where he fucks you on his blaster and makes you suck all your juices off of it. HE ALWAYS MAKES SURE THE CHAMBER IS EMPTY AND THE SAFETY IS ON BEFORE HE DOES THIS. he does not want to hurt you unless you want it and he would never shoot you.

control and authority kink. he likes to have control over you. likes to pull your strings and make you do whatever he says. even better if you’re a brat, he’ll just have to be rougher with you.

a dom/sub relationship, with you being the sub most of the time. you guys use a lot of bdsm elements. you don’t call him any names in bed unless he wants you to. it’s either mando or din.

cockwarming!! he likes to make sure that his cum stays inside of you and he likes the feeling of you around him.

praise kink both ways. he likes to praise you for taking him so well, for listening to him. and he likes to be praised because he wants to know what he’s doing is good. he’s been deprived of praise since he was little (the mandalorians are proud of him, just never showed it) so he needs it when he’s with you.

paz vizsla

once again, huge breeding kink for the same reasons as din. he also just loves kids and would like to have his own clan instead of looking after other foundlings. he also cums an inhuman amount.

DADDY KINK. he loves being your daddy in bed, especially when you’re nice and desperate for him. this also has to do with the breeding kink, just all around big daddy vibes.

body worship. people are often afraid of him and he blames it on how big he is. sometimes he needs someone to tell him he’s not frightening. he loves doing to same for you, complimenting you endlessly if you need some pick-me-ups or if he’s just in the mood (which is literally all the time.

cockwarming. after filling you up, he likes to clean you up, and then put his soft cock back inside of you so his cum stays inside of you. will usually end up in morning sex.

praise kink. he LOVES being praised by you. telling him that he’s so good, that he’s absolutely beautiful, and that he’s strong makes him PREEN. he tries to return the favor by praising you, but he stammers and stutters it out because he’s not used to saying stuff like that out loud.

size kink. this man is 6’3”, almost 6’6” with his armor on. he loves smaller people because they’re tiny and fragile and he could just crush them in the palm of his hand. he is THICK. 100% GRASS FED BEEF MY GUY. big tiddies, big arms, big guy in general. he is very blessed under the belt, his cock is inhumanly big. he likes to hold you down and make you take it. likes to watch you take it too. if you want to drive him crazy, make it look like you are absolutely struggling to take him; any form of that will make him keen. tell him that his cock is too big for you, that’s he’s so big and that he’s going to split you in half. he will break you and you won’t be able to walk for days.

definitely a voyeur. he likes watching you pleasure yourself. he also likes being watched, even more than you’d think.

likes when you play hard to get. like he’s a predator and your his pray. alas you won’t run very far, his legs are longer than yours, but it’s what he does that makes it worth it.

boba fett

control kink, this is pretty obvious. notorious bounty hunter. he likes having complete control over you. this leads into his bondage kink.

bondage, also likes using the binders on you, no rope though, just the binders. he likes to watch you struggles and they make pretty bruises on your wrists and ankles.

likes to mark you up, make sure everyone knows that you’re his. he doesn’t want to lose his baby now does he? bites and bruises all over your body from his mouth, hands, and sometimes his boots if you’re into that.

spanking as well, he likes to make sure that you stay in your place. he doesn’t like a brat; he knows how to tame one though!!

gunplay FOR THE WIN. likes to hold the gun to your head while he fucks you, sometimes puts it in your mouth. he likes to fuck you with it and make you suck the barrel of it off. LIKE I SAID BEFORE HE MAKES SURE THAT THE CHAMBER IS EMPTY AND THAT THE SAFETY IS ONE. also likes using vibroblades on you too.

likes to slap and pull your hair.

HE CANNOT BE GENTLE AT THE BEGINNING OF YOUR RELATIONSHIP. you have to sit him down and explain/convince him to take some scenes slow. once he gets the hang of it he likes slow sex. likes to revel in the pleasure.

definitely likes to tease. he likes seeing you desperate. loves keeping you wrapped around his finger.

darth maul

breeding kink, he wants you to get pregnant SO BAD. he really wants kids of his own. he LOVES coming in you and plugging your cunt with a toy.

cockwarming. something about having his cock in you relaxes him immensely. he likes having you in his lap while he works and you sleep (or squirm).

likes to sub AND dom. he likes being fucked and fucking. ruling mandalore is hard and sometimes he needs to give someone else control. usually the scene is you fucking him with your cock, or you fucking him with your hole. either way is a great time for him.

likes to hurt you, but only if you like it. most of it is lightsaber play and knife play. he likes watching you scream and writhe under him. one time he used the saber to carve his initials on your thigh. another way he likes to hurt you is digging his sharp horns into your inner thigh while he’s eating you out. he likes watching you flinch away from him.

praise kink. he is not what people picture when they think of a handsome man. so whenever you praise him is a nice time for him.

MASTER KINK. he likes being called this, it’s like he has an apprentice even though palpatine told him he was incapable of having one.

likes collars and harnesses. he likes letting people know that you’re his. plus your chest looks amazing in those harnessses.

DIRTY TALK AND PET NAMES. this man is one smooth motherfucker. he’ll call you princess/prince, baby, kitten, darling, sweetheart. he will whisper dirty things to you, just to get you riled up.

kylo ren/ben solo

the biggest dom AND sub you will ever see. he likes being fucked and fucking.

pain kink, if he’s subbing, he likes when you pull his hair, cut him with his pocket knife, burn him with his own lightsaber, or even you stepping on his dick. not too hard, you don’t want to damage his goods, but hard enough for it to be slightly painful. the thrill of it all makes him blow his load HARD. if he has any open wounds he likes to press on them so more blood comes out + it’s painful. scenes like these usually end with a short trip to the medbay. if he’s domming he will not hurt you, not even superficially. most of the pain comes from him pulling your hair and pushing you to your knees harshly.

praise kink. after everything that’s happened, he definitely wants some soft loving sometimes. he likes giving and receiving praise!! although it takes him a bit to get the words out since he never says those things out loud anywhere else.

also kind of has a master kink, but prefers to hear his name over that.

he takes almost all of his stress out in your sessions so he’s nice a pliable after a good fuck or two.

aftercare is HIGH TIER. he has a nice bed, you like to stretch out on it while he gets you a glass of water and a warm wet towel to clean you up. usually some back rubs as well.

he loves being degraded. being told that his dick is too small, or that he’s a slut, or even that he’s nothing gets him going like nothing else. any insults you throw at him will be met with a groan or a keen if it’s especially mean.

can absolutely go more than one round. his stamina IS CRAZY.

these are off of the top of my head lol

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cinnamonest · 3 years ago

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The slut Kokomi ask- I was literally thinking to myself while wandering around the sangonomiya shrine that, Kokomi when not being a girl boss is definitely sitting in there getting absolutely railed by her little boy toy Gorou, I definitely see her as the brains of the duo, and he really is just a dumb thing with a big dick to her, at first she just uses him as a stress reliever, this is just casual sex to her and nothing more, but to Gorou he believes that she loves him and he already worships her so there’s not a doubt in his mind that it’s love. Eventually Kokomi will have to explain to him that it’s not love, she knew this conversation would be coming but chose to hold off because if it went wrong where else was she going to get good dick? Effectively making her situation worse by letting his feelings fester, when she first tells him he’s taken aback, probably in denial that her excellency would play with his feelings like that and not be truthful with him. At the end of the conversation she’ll probably try to break it off saying that it was her mistake and unprofessional in the first place, and I can imagine him snapping after hearing that, lunges at her and drags her to the nearest wall just to fuck her against it, she’s always encouraged him to be a bit rough because she knew he would never actually hurt her, oh how that backfires on her now, he thinks to himself, “he’s the dominant one in this one sided relationship of his, even if he’s worshipped Kokomi for a while, he gets to call the shots and how dare she think that she can just abandon him like that.”She won’t have time to protest when her face is shoved against the wall with her ass up, by the end of it she truly will be fucked out, every hole was used and abused by her sweet little general Gorou. From that point on, Kokomi may be the grand strategist that leads her army, but behind closed doors she’s just his dumb little cock slut, honestly he prefers her this way, it feels nice to be on the receiving end of all that worship he blindly gave her, he deserves it at this point, at least from his pov.

(I am a firm believer in the wife Kokomi agenda, how’s she gonna walk around in her cute little outfit, her innocent little girly aesthetic, those shorts???? There’s no way she’d last long without getting non-conned by someone, and she’s an army leader???? Gorou thinking to himself: “doesn’t she know that women are supposed to answer to men” I also believe the Gorou has the same kind of sexist mindset as Razor, the, it’s just the way things are in nature mindset)

Y'all this tweet is so cute though

Another follower of the Wife Kokomi Agenda excellent, the one true way

Can you blame her? I mean boy is basically a living bad dragon dildo with that knot, and he does all the moving too! He's the ideal sex toy! I'd use him too ngl. Poor thing, he has such a teeny tiny brain to go along with that massive cock and all 3 brain cells are consumed by Kokomi-ism. Head empty only her excellency

He has a duality, an inconsistency of thought, both sides due to his canine nature. On one hand, worship and loyalty! Like a doggie to its master, he just!!! He could spend all day talking about how much he loves her!! Poor Resistance soldiers, anyone who is like "hey Gorou why do you like Kokomi" is immediately subjected to the standard 4 hour presentation he has memorized and rehearsed to give at any given moment. His tail wags uncontrollably when she comes into a room, his eyes are wide and bright. He has the most obvious crush in the world.

But dogs can also be... Aggressive when they feel threatened. Even the sweetest, most loving dog knows how to bite. When something tries to take the person they love away from them... Even if that thing is the person themselves... But his doggie brain rationalizes that if he just shows her how much he loves her, she'll love him back. That's how it works.

The best part? It takes the knot a while to stop swelling, so even after she's thoroughly bred, twitching and panting and numb, with dazed eyes and a belly swollen (dogs cum a LOT), they're still locked together, and she couldn't pull away even if she wanted to, the knot is snugly fit inside. It keeps her plugged up so no cum spills out. That way she can be bred with all his puppies and then she'll love him forever. But for now, since he physically can't pull out, he can wrap his arms around her and hold her tight and nuzzle into her neck while she numbly twitches, his fluffy tail wagging back and forth the whole time.

And yesssss I love that he WOULD have that mentality! It's not even really intentional or derogatory, a lot of it is just pre-programmed into his brain. His human side wants to be respectful but... his instinct is to breed. He doesn't so much intentionally see her as a lesser out of disdain or arrogance (he does kinda worship her at the same time after all), so much as he just looks at her, and his brain registers only hips, thighs, waist, tiddy (which is her fault seeing as how much she shows those things off). Thighs that act like cushions for his hips, hips and waist for handlebars and holding babies on the hip, tiddies for feeding, for his pups (and him) to suckle on... How can he not look at her and see a puppy-making machine?? His animal instincts don't pay mind to feelings and all that, it just registers that there is a very much unbred, non-pregnant female who would be very suitable for breeding in front of him. So that instinct kinda takes over any rational thoughts he could have had. And she's supposed to be a puppy machine, in his instinctive brain, that should be her priority, since she's the one that carries them, she should forget about all that other stuff.

Male dogs can be aggressive towards the females, too, when it comes to forcing them to do what they want... to the point of grabbing them with their teeth and dragging them away, too. Especially if the female is trying to interact with another male dog... You can't blame him for getting mad and dragging her away. Or grabbing her and growling when she doesn't do what he wants. He apologizes later, but in the moment it's just instinct. She's the weaker mate, of course she should do what he wants.

Unfortunately, our boy's cum is highly potent... Unlike with Razor where it might be a coincidental chance, with Gorou there's a 100% guarantee he'll end up breeding her with at least four or five puppies, minimum. Poor Kokomi is gonna be a busy mom. No time left for war strategy and all that, only nursing and playing with the... Fish-dog babies.

#.ship #lena's asks #q #tw: misogyny #.gr

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thatgoblin · 3 years ago

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hear me out. dad bod chris

He'd be hot as fuck with a dad bod. I just. Come fix my car, help me grill, I mean, let me swoon over the big Papa Bear. Even if he's not a literal Papa.

He looks like he would murder my genitals with his log in his red flannel shirt that's tucked into his jeans that are worn, but also clean. Move over Brawny Man, here come Chris Redfield, blue collar hero that knows how to make a good meal and can also lift me above his head for fun.

I will go on and on about dad bods. Chris dad bod? Fuck yeah.

Carlos dad bod? -melts- This Fucker here realized that even though he used to be chiseled, he loved it better when you used his belly for a pillow. It may even hang a big over his belt, but he's still got dat ASS. The thiccer the better! He's a hard worker that loves to build furniture on the side so that he can enjoy a beer in the evening on the back porch. He made a fucking fire pit because 'S'MORES!' bitch!

Leon dad bod?

He's still a bit of a stick, but he's soft and great for hugs and those thick thighs save lives. Also, he thoroughly enjoys when you top him because neither of you are slamming against a hard ass. No, it's soft and squishy and you love to play with it. He may be a bit insecure about it, but holy fuck does he look so fucking good with soft curves and a bit of man tiddies.

Piers dad bod?

Very similar to Leon, but instead of letting you play with his ass a lot, he turns the tables and fucking hell is he comfortable to sit on. Not even sexually, just sit in his lap and everyone is good. His arms are still pretty big, but they too are a bit softer. Piers is still as strong though and just because his muscles aren't defined doesn't mean he won't arm wrestle Chris still.

#emery asks #i have feelings about big soft men

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blownbybakugou · 4 years ago

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Hi~ piggybacking off the anon asking about who would prefer a chubby partner, would Monoma and Shinso prefer one? And maybe some other haikyu boys as well? I just loved that post and would love a part two!~

Warnings: Sub!Monoma, slight chocking kink, collars, bondage, oral sex, mention of burns, hair pulling, hard degradtion, spanking, dirty thoughts, cum play.

Pairings: Monoma x gn!reader, Shinsou x gn!reader, Aizawa x gn!reader, Hawks x fem!reader, Shigaraki x gn!reader, Dabi x fem!reader, Tsukishima x gn!reader, Ushijima x fem!reader

Monoma at first would mock you, but then mock anyone who mocked you because he loves you. He would be the type of person to want to see how much he could take, so he would have you ride him during sex. Also, when you are out shopping, he has you wear super tight clothing to show off your curves, and then he’ll smack your ass to see who notices. It’s honestly become a force of habit at this point, so don’t take it too seriously, and it’s not like he’s sending you flying, at most they’re love taps.

Shinsou would use you thighs as a pillow and your tummy as a backrest. He would find your softness easier to sleep on than his bed, which is saying something because I believe is bed is one of the softest fluffiest things ever. He would never EVER make any crude comments about your weight, and would probably kick the asses of those who do. He makes you wear a slightly too tight collar in bed. It’s tight enough for it to leave an imprint behind, but not to the point where it will cut off all sources of oxygen.

Aizawa would not care. He doesn’t really notice, that is, until someone points it out. He nearly kills them with his glare of rage, and from then on they knew better. In bed, Aizawa will watch your thighs and ass jiggle when he hits it from behind, and also has a habit of gripping onto your belly when he’s close to cumming. He likes when you wear baggy clothing, because he wants you to feel good about yourself, but he would pop a boner anytime you wore tighter clothing.

Hawks pokes at your belly fat. This dick doesn’t know he’s probably making you feel bad about yourself until he notices you looking down at your lap in shame. Then starts to compliment on how good your body looks to him, and will go bat shit crazy if someone even hints at something to do with your weight. In bed, he makes sure to puff his wings to make himself seem bigger than he is, to reassure you in a way. Sucks your tiddies. Loves people with big tiddies, and makes sure to look you DIRECTLY in the eye when he sucks them.

Shigaraki uses you as a gaming seat. He finds you very comfortable, likes to use your thighs as a cushion of some sorts. Dude will fucking kill anyone who dares even take a second glance at you. And if they somehow make it out alive from staring you down disrespectfully, they most definitely will not survive if they say something crude about your thickness. In the bedroom, he wraps ribbon around your belly to make some of your belly bulge out, and then he hangs you on the wall, ready to fuck your brains out.

Dabi wraps his arms around your stomach and kisses it. It’s almost as if he assumes a baby is in there. And honestly, if you’re dating this son of a bitch, there most likely will be a baby in your belly. Anyway, he likes when you suffocate him between your thighs when he’s going down on you. And if you pull his hair while that’s happening, expect light burn marks on those pretty thighs of yours.

Tsukishima rests an arm around your waist. He isn’t very affectionate, but he almost always has an arm across your torso or hips. And when I say this man is a sadist, HE IS A FUCKING SADIST. JESUS. Spanks your thick ass and degrades the shit out of you. “Such a fat ass, just like the rest of you, huh?” He only does this with consent, of course. And after sex he always tells you that you’re pretty and he wouldn’t trade you for anything. But once he gets consent all bets are off, because Tsukishima fucks h a r d.

Ushijima likes to stare at your thighs. He thinks they looks soft, and would honestly like to lay his head on them. But he has restraint, so he never says anything about it. In the bedroom, he likes to cum all over your belly, cunt and thighs. (His load is huge) and smear it around some. Also likes pinching your asscheeks in public, and pretending that someone else did it so he can ‘punish’ you for being turned on by it.

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha #bnha #aizawa x you #aizawa x reader #hawks x you #hawks x female reader #shinsou x y/n #shinsou x reader #monoma x reader #shigaraki x reader #dabi x reader #dabi x pregnant reader #dabi x y/n #tsukishima x reader #ushijima scenarios #ushijima x reader

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debbiebeary · 3 years ago

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Disgust and Ecstasy

“God, Dillon, your butt is so damn perfect!” crooned Brian between mouthfuls of his sweet, young starfish. Dillon whipped his legs around in ecstasy on the bed where, occasionally, Brian and his husband (presently at work) would sleep in together. The room was tight, but cozy inside the charming 1920’s-era character home. The last shimmers of dusk shone blue through the window and the amber glow of a lamp on the other side of the room bounced off a far wall, flooding the two writhing men in its honeyed light. “Thanks big daddy!” the handsome young cub replied, his tongue flopped out of his mouth in bliss as his heavy set daddy friend slurped between his fit little asscheeks.

Dillon was attending university in the Pacific Northwest in the Willamette valley, just over the cascades was the town of Alder Glade, where Brian worked on the school district board and was also a producer at the local theatre.

The two were drawn to one another initially through mutual attraction. Dillon was a chubby chaser. Always had been, always would be, and from the moment he set his eyes on the Nordic beefcake he was sold. Eyes sparkling blue like a glacial lake, a full greying beard unsuccessfully covering a thick neck, double chin and perky chubby cheeks. Down lower Brian had a healthy portion of fur covering his meaty chest and round pot belly.

A belly that was almost always sucked in, much to Dillon’s lament.

Brian may have been a chubby daddy, but he was what some people may call a ‘sad chub’, an ‘accidental bear’ (as opposed to an on purpose bear), a ‘reluctant fat boy’. He may have enjoyed the attention from younger men his status gave him, but if things were up to him he would have been a lean muscle bear with not an ounce of fat on him.

Dillon, though enjoying the romps with the larger daddy, (as presently he was twisted around with his back against the sheets, the big daddy bear lunging towards his erect, throbbing member, sinking down all the way to his brown bush), he couldn’t help but feel like there was something missing.

In the last year since university he had put on thirty pounds, going from roughly one hundred and thirty pounds to one hundred and sixty, if he had it his way he'd add at least another hundred pounds on top of where he was, too. He felt sexier than ever, yet as he guided his daddies hand to his softening stomach, he felt Brian scoff through his fellatio, reluctantly giving his cubby a rather passionless belly rub. He couldnt help but feel a little bit deflated in response, but he tried hard to stay hard. Turns out it was hard work.

Dillon rolled his eyes and tried his best to enjoy the blowjob. Imagining his friend stating ‘oh my, look at this belly you’re growing, fattening up nicely aren’t we, boy?’ or ‘looks like my little butterball is going to be a bear soon’ while giving his growing tummy a healthy slap. He could tell, however, this would never be the case. Brian liked him because he had just enough meat on his bones he wasn’t skinny anymore, but too much more meat would be more than the older bear could stomach. He loved his fur, his skin, his hazel eyes and mischievous smirk. He did not like his gaining fetish.

“C’mon big daddy. Rub my big belly!” said Dillon in a husky voice.

“You’re still just an otter, boy.” The daddy growled as his face was buried in his crotch between his budding fupa and thickening thigh. Dillon hated it when his daddy friend downplayed his weight gain. Total boner killer.

Dillon sighed.

“Alright Brian, time for me to fuck that fat ass.” Dillon chirped excitedly, trying to keep things interesting, especially after that intentionally disruptive comment of Brians.

Which brings us to the second issue between the two, Brian was a reluctant bottom, only taking the position so he could get his hands on Dillon’s 'still perfect' body. He wasn’t, however, particularly enthusiastic about the whole setup and sighed deeply before taking the position.

“Alright boy,” he said, sticking his chubby ass up into the air, at two hundred eighty pounds and a height of six foot three, it gave Dillon quite the mountain to climb for his prize. But as usual, that wasn’t the position Dillon wanted to take Brian. He stared and smirked in response,

"C'mon boy, I don't have all night, Ken will be home at 11."

“Naw big bear, not like that. On your back. I wanna see your big sexy belly!” Brian failed to fully hide a grimace as he flipped onto his back, his tummy wobbling slightly as he did so, only slightly, however because Brian’s abdomen was still tensed in vain, always to Dillon’s chagrin.

“Oooh fuck that’s so hot Brian!”

“Well at least someone likes it!”

“Oh god yeah I do,” Dillon said, guiding his lubed up dick towards Brian’s hole between his fluffy buns, “fuck yes I dooo!” he moaned as his cock sunk into Brian’s hole.

“fuck…” Dillon moaned as he began to rock on his knees against Brian’s chubby rear. Brian’s cheeks were red and sweat began seeping out onto his bald forehead as he was beginning to get pounded, Dillon often started slow but often reached a fever pitch. Brian's cheeks and chin began to wobble with every thrust, but those weren't the only features jiggling.

As Dillon found his rhythm he looked down at Brian’s gut, when he was being pounded in missionary there was no attempt to suck in, showing, at last, the tubby extent of Brian’s grey furred belly. The faster and harder Dillon pumped his dick into Brian the more Brian’s chunky belly began to ripple, his shallow but wide belly button beckoned him and Dillon began to finger and massage it,

“Such a sexy belly, daddy.”

“Thanks…” Brian croaked dubiously.

Dillon leaned forward and clamped his mouth around Brian’s fat moob, sucking hard on his nipple.

“Ohhhh, boy, that feels so good!” moaned Brian despite himself.

“Fuck I love nursing your fat tiddies daddy!”

As Dillon got closer and closer to his climax he released Brian’s legs and grabbed his soft, wobbling gut with both his hands, shaking it with all his might, rippling his fat as he began to pound Brian’s rear as hard as he could,

“So. Fucking. Fat!” Dillon cried out as he flooded Brian’s guts with cum.

Dillon rolled off Brian panting and Brian finished himself off quickly with his right hand and a few flicks of his wrist, snuggling up to Dillon after getting off.

Dillon had news but he wasn’t even sure he wanted to say it out loud.

“In a few weeks I’m going to Vancouver to see a feeder.” He said simply

“Dillon,” Brian responded in a concerned tone, “I’m getting worried about this fetish of yours.”

Dillon sighed and rolled his eyes reading Brian’s text after sending him a dick pic.

Brian: you better watch that belly, son, I don’t want it to get too big and cover your cock and your bush.

Dillon wanted more than anything for it to cover his cock and his bush. Comments like this weren’t rare either, they were getting more common, especially after his lecture about abdominal weight being bad for the heart the last time they were both together before his trip up to Vancouver.

‘Yadda yadda. Like I haven’t had that catastrophizing, clean eating, healthy heart shit crammed down my throat all my life,’ Dillon would always think when confronted with such obtuse sermonizing.

Sermonizing that was becoming more and more common in recent times and not without a cause either.

It had been three months since the feeding in Vancouver B.C., which occurred late November. The trip was a hedonistic foray with a handsome blonde bear named Hayden, who sat at a rotund two hundred eighty five pounds and had a thick slab of an overhang tantalizing Dillon between every mouthful of sea-salted chocolate caramel ice cream (lactose free). His deep, mostly smooth but only very lightly blonde-furred belly and golden skin, only interrupted by the odd mole (which Dillon thought was sexy anyhow) and dopey, thick bearded face drove Dillon to the heights of ecstasy.

Since that meeting something clicked in Dillon’s brain. Mainly his appetite. The consequence? A lot had changed. Particularly Dillon’s waistline. Brian was right to cringe. Dillon had blossomed from one hundred and sixty pounds to one hundred eighty five. The twenty five pound gain hardly went unnoticed. Classmates made fun of his double chin. He bought an entire new wardrobe. His parents were concerned. His sister across in Baltimore laughed at his chubby face over Zoom. All in all he was feeling rather pleased with himself.

He looked in the mirror and stretched his arms above his head until the shirt he was wearing rode up all the way past his bellybutton.

“Finally outgrown mediums!” He exclaimed to himself cheerfully. Cupping the belly with both hands, he lifted it from underneath, pooching it up, making the bellybutton appear deeper. He stuck his finger in. With the belly smooshed up the way it was his finger was already as far in as it would go as it did when he put it in Brian’s. He imagined himself fatter.

Brian: it’s going to be fun playing with that dick this weekend, boy.

Dillon paused. Fiendishly, he propped his phone against a cup and a shampoo bottle in front of his dorm mirror and angled his phone until it framed his belly perfectly. He took a video of himself jiggling his new soft belly, fur abound, some of it getting sucked into the black hole of his belly button. After a few jiggles get gave his little growing gut a few meaty slaps and ended the recording. He then sent it to Brian.

Brian: that’s an unfortunate look.

Dillon: how come?

Three dots scintillating in that monochromatic frosted blue inside the mellow primary blue bubble. Then they stopped. Dillon face twisted with mischief.

Dillon: is it because my belly is getting big?

Three dots. This time a response followed.

Brian: Dillon. You’re getting too fat.

Dillon’s dick sprang to attention.

Brian: You need to start hitting the gym before you get any bigger.

Dillon’s dick throbbed so hard he felt like he would faint. Through his wicked, lust-fuelled haze a seed of a scheme germinated and burst through the damp soil of his mind, a season full of conniving growth passed in an instant.

‘I wonder how much fatter I can get before I see him again?’

Dillon: how fat is too fat?

Brian: when you have the same BMI as I do.

Dillon quickly added things up, Brian’s BMI had recently gone up due to him gaining back a bunch of weight, now sitting at three hundred twenty pounds. To which he couldn’t even coax a belly pic from Brian (well, he managed to get one, but Brian was standing with ‘good posture’ and sucking in his gut so hard it made his face look constipated).

‘6’3, 320 lbs.’

‘5’11, 185…’

He played with the numbers on the BMI converter on his phone until they showed him what he needed to know.

He needed to gain one hundred pounds.

‘So be it then’

Quickly, he thought up a lie, a delicious one, and concocted a plan in his head immediately.

Dillon: oh man! I’m sorry daddy! My sister is coming over from Baltimore, haven’t seen her in a while. We’ll have to reschedule!

Brian: aww, that’s too bad cub. Have fun with your family though!

Dillon: sure thing!

Three more months of classes. He’d been sitting on his lazy ass eating cafeteria food, fast food and tonnes of soda, milk everything. It’s what caused his weight to go up so drastically in just three months. He calculated at least another twenty pounds.

‘185 + 20….’

Unable to contain himself, be brushed his growing pink nipples amongst a sea of fur after ripping his shirt off over his head in a swift motion.

‘…= 205lbs’

He had to take his hand off his dick so he didn’t cum.

He never thought he’d be over two hundred, and just in time for swimsuit season he calculated - a conservative estimate -that he would be at least five pounds over.

His next thoughts made his body operate as if on autopilot.

Dillon: hey Hayden, does your work still need an extra guy… uh, bearista? And are you still looking for a room mate? Maybe I could come up and fill both those positions. That is if they’re willing to pay an illegal American under the table.

The very thought of his plan working filled Dillon with such lust he looked in the mirror and thought about what he would look like at two-o-five.

Then he thought what it would look like at two eighty five.

He plunged his thumb into his belly button and wrapped his fingers down under his belly, he stood hunched so he gave himself an overhang to grab onto. Dropping his phone into the empty sink, he twisted his nipple with his other hand.

“Yeah, fuckin piggy. We,” he jiggled his belly to let it know he was addressing it, “we got a lot of growing to do in Canada, don’t we piggy? Yeah, I’m gonna get so fuckin fat, I’m gonna get so big it’ll give Brian a fuckin stroke!” He said, his voice getting whiny and lustful “Brian? Uh, fuck. Brian, why are you looking at me like that?”

And he mimicked Brian’s voice,

“Good-god boy! What the fuck have you done to yourself!?” a vividly imagined expression popped into Dillon’s head of a dismayed Brian looking down at an obese Dillon splayed out on his bed, fat rolls cascading down his furry body.

At that, wheezing and panting, clearly on his way to becoming out of shape, he threw his head back, stumbling backwards against the wall, and sprayed his load all over his chunky reflection in front of him.

“Oh fuck yea!”

After he cleaned up he remembered the text that sent him on his horned out fantasy. Grabbing his phone, he noticed two texts that made him want to do it all over again.

Brian: don’t eat too much with your family! You’re getting too chubby! Maybe hit the gym instead.

He’d lay into that last comment for sure. As a lie. Then he read the next one.

Hayden: yeah bud! We’d love to have you up here! I’m over 330 now and only getting bigger, maybe I’ll rub off on you a bit!

“Rub off on me? That’s the idea baby!”

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slasherholic · 4 years ago

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synopsis: you just fucked up big time and now Michael is going to punish you for it; but not quite in the way you were expecting.

contains: AFAB reader, noncon, fear play, vaginal sex, clit bullying with a dollop of tiddy squeezing

(part one!)

Smoke on the Water | Part Two |Michael Myers x Reader | NSFW

Terror seals your throat closed. The air will not come in and you are choking on nothing but fear.

Michael leers viciously from beneath a curtain of wild curls. His rosy lips have pressed dangerously, decidedly shut. Any flicker of that familiar scowl, that veil of frigid detachment he wears even in your dreams, is gone, melted without a trace; and the malice revealed beneath the ice is as final as death.

The Shape watches you, murder rolling off his dangerous body in thick, crackling waves, and you know that your life depends on what you are able to say in the next ten seconds.

Your apology floods out sickly and bumbling.

“Sorry. Please. Sorry. Accident. It was—accident. Please. Sorry; please.”

The frantic words are interlaced with shallow sputtering as you hack out the water still sitting in your lungs. His blood on your tongue is wild and sharp. Hardly more than a taste. You must have barely scraped him.

That realization doesn’t slow the desperate pleas dribbling from your lips.

Through tears you watch Michael draw in a long breath. It fills out the rigid muscles in his chest and suddenly he is towering again, a dreadful mountain of heat and murderous strength. His glare remains utterly unchanging.

A sob consumes you, choking you on breathlessness and spit. Michael doesn’t need a reason to kill you; but if ever a reason existed, this is it.

You clutch at his wrist, at the cruel hand still seized in your hair, and your fingers tremble. You beg him until your lips go numb and your words become not-words, just a weak, wet chattering.

And Michael’s vicious scowl, fixed across his face, uncompromising, uncaring—

—is unaffected.

Violent tremors wrack your body. You sob brokenly. That is it, then; what you just did has cost you your life.

You squeeze your eyes shut tight because you don’t want to see it coming. You don’t want to watch.

His fingers close around your wrist. You are almost sick. He pries you off his arm with monstrous ease. You squeal and sob harder, barely struggling in his grip. Fright has locked your muscles.

He drags you by your hair to your feet. You cry at him with a hopeless little chant of “please” and “no”, which goes unheard.

A huge hand engulfs your quaking wrists and twists them with staggering force into the lowest part of your back, capturing you in a helpless way. The grotesque heat of Michael’s body seeps into your skin and threatens to consume you from the inside.

You are still begging as he thrusts you belly-down over the edge of the jacuzzi, the hand in your hair pushing you down, down, until your cheek bites into the clammy wooden deck.

You shiver half-in, half out of the water, thighs and hips flush against the vinyl lining of the tub, bare ass poking out in the chilly breeze above, and your crying turns hysterical.

Michael’s fingers untangle all at once from your hair and your heart leaps into your throat. You know that when the hand comes back again, it will be to wrench your skull swiftly up and smash you brutally down into the wood. You try to block out the grisly images that assault your mind, of your brains dashed against the deck, of your naked body hanging lifelessly in the water below. You don’t want to be found that way; you don’t want your family to have to remember you like that.

And then, at the apex of another sob—with the suddenness of a fired gun—sparks of heat explode low in your belly, and there is a blast of furious pressure at your groin.

All the breath floods out your lungs in a dizzy rush. You gape, airless, and every feverish thought is halted. For a moment, you believe with your entire being that Michael has taken your clit between his fingers and pinched down viciously.

With a shriek and a squeal you rocket up from the deck, mindless as a panicked animal, your sole directive to escape the torment between your legs. You buck your hips wildly to get away, away, away from the merciless pressure.

In response, Michael’s grip on your arms snaps bruisingly tight. He thrusts you right back down into the wood.

Clammy needles seize you everywhere and new panic bursts shrilly in your mind, telling you that you must break free of The Shape’s dreadful hold by any means, to fight and claw and do whatever it takes to escape his murderous hands, his monstrous strength, scream your lungs raw, wake the neighbors, consequences be damned, and you agree. You agree wholeheartedly.

With furious purpose, you throw your head back and scream.

One piercing note makes it past your lips before Michael’s hand slams down over your face.

The hot palm engulfs your jaw with ease. Strong fingers wrap around your cheek and curl in tightly. You are rendered mute in an instant.

Fresh sobs wrack your body; you can still smell the blood from his hunt.

In a moment of jarring clarity, you realize that it cannot be Michael’s hand tormenting your cunt—both of them are restraining you.

It occurs to you now where you are, and what actions got you here in the first place, and oh, of course, it's a jacuzzi jet—

—and Michael knows which button turns it on.

This is your punishment, then. How foolish you had been to believe that Michael would take your life before making you thrash a final time in his hands.

You are not keen on giving him the satisfaction of that.

But the pressure at your cunt is staggering, and you have no choice.

You yell uselessly into Michael’s hand and twist your body as if on fire, pulling at his staggering grip, whipping your head this way and that. The vibrations rock you to your core. Everything below your hips is flooded with a terrible, pulsing warmth.

For the sum of your fight, all that can be achieved against Michael’s strength can hardly be called a wiggle.

Fireworks rocket up your spine and down into your toes which curl tightly. A sheen of cold sweat has erupted all across your face; it stains your cheeks between Michael’s fingers and courts there with your tears. The mixture rolls off the tip of your nose and plinks on the back of his hand. Your body aches terribly with fatigue but you cannot stop.

You squirm at the pummeling of your clit, at the terrible dizzying heat of it all, against Michael’s mortifying strength. Moments become minutes. The heat is swelling now to terrible extremes, filling you deep inside, coiling low in your belly, pulsing, throbbing. You can feel the slick building between your legs, sickening arousal. You squirm in Michael’s hands until your muscles throb and burn and threaten to seize. You have long since begun to beg him again—you can’t possibly take this. The words are hopelessly muffled but you are sure he can feel the vibrations, sure he can guess at your meaning, please, please, sorry, so sorry, please no more.

He hears it, you realize, but only because your begging has had the opposite effect—his cock throbs horrendously against your ass cheek, pulsing with new excitement.

At three minutes, your strength is gone, used up like a tank chugging along for miles on the barest of fumes, slowing to a crawl, and then a sudden stop.

You collapse on the deck. With a frightful shudder, you go limp in Michael’s stranglehold. Your cunt clenches around nothing. You tremble violently with a torturous orgasm.

Michael looms behind you a terrible wall of uncompromising muscle and heat. His steam sweeps against your back, clinging as moisture to your skin—skin which now feels too hot and tight for your own body. Your clit is swollen with a ceaseless pounding that throbs like a migraine in your temples and cunt alike. Fresh tears shimmer in your eyes. You draw breath deeply, nostrils flaring to gulp up air—drawing it around Michael’s hand is hard, but it is not impossible.

Your orgasm wilts and fades. You hope Michael will turn off the jet now.

Michael does not.

You whine pitifully; not knowing his purpose is a thought worse than death.

Is his goal merely to toy with you? To squeeze your body for the rest of its amusement?

The runoff from your torso has collected now in a clammy puddle beneath you and you shiver in it, at the cold and the heat, at the disgusting conflict between the two. Dreadful anticipation gnaws at your insides, twisting your stomach into knots. You try your hardest to cry again; but the wells have run dry, and nothing comes out.

Michael’s grip on your face relaxes slowly. Rough fingers drag across your skin as he lets go. A breeze beats faintly against your sweat-drenched cheeks and tickles your nape, and although you cannot enjoy it in this state, on some level, the cool air feels nice.

His hand returns again quickly. His palm digs in between your shoulder blades, hot and firm, spanning a startling width of you. He begins to lean forward, burdening you with his immense weight.

You know Michael means to pin you. You do not think you need to be pinned, not in this state—but this is still a hunt to him, and you are still his prey, and captured prey that is still alive to breathe and squirm and resist him must be subdued.

He pushes down until your chest is flush against the wood. Your heart hammers thunderously away on the deck, and you pray that he will not see it fit to crush you beneath him, to fracture your ribs and squash your lungs as he so easily could.

By some miracle, he does not.

The air behind you shifts suddenly. Water sloshes around your thighs as Michael steps forward. The heat of his body sweeps against you, the wet skin of his pelvis dragging against your backside, pressing in even closer. The burn of his arousal shifts against your goosebump-freckled ass.

And now it is prodding between your legs.

You heave a frail whimper as the swollen tip drags through the slick. Some pit of you aches for the first version of your death, the one where he bashes your brains out on the deck and leaves you a lifeless corpse floating face-down in churning red water. You do not want to die sobbing on Michael’s cock.

He sits huge and throbbing at your opening for a moment. Breathing. Waiting for some invisible cue. Perhaps just enjoying your reactions.

You tense your jaw, clenching your teeth until they ache, begging your body to relax, please, and maybe it will lessen the hurt; but the pressure of the jet will not allow your spasming muscles to go to slack.

You sniffle weakly, head knocking uselessly against the deck, and resign yourself to pain.

His grip on your wrists snakes tighter, holding you fast.

He takes you with a roll of his hips.

Your sniffling builds in your throat shrilly; but not to a scream.

You feel him stretching your walls, deeper and deeper, but it is miles away from the brutality you are so accustomed to, worlds away, infact. Michael sinks into you, and it is slow.

Your brain cries out, What on earth is he doing? But the rest of your body can’t find it within you to care.

You gape at the stretch of him. Your eyes wrinkle shut and you gasp as he nudges something deep inside of you, your cervix—wincing when he prods firmly at the flesh, pushing even deeper.

Michael’s thighs meet your ass all at once. You whine at the distinct pop of him seating himself completely inside of you. Pressed so firmly against the deck, you realize that you can feel the bulge of his cock sitting in your belly, a huge, straining pressure.

He holds himself inside you there, pounding and hot. You wish with all your being that you could muster the courage to let Michael know just how much you hate him.

This is just another of his cruel tricks, of course. The possibility that it is not is inconceivable. Michael does not fuck you slowly. Never. When next he snaps his hips back, you know that his following thrust will rearrange something inside of you.

A groan dribbles past your lips as he pulls out of you with the same taunting slowness, as if taking his time.

His next thrust is no different from the first.

You are gripped in a feverish shudder as he fills you again. Slow. Thudding. Hot. Your face wrinkles up and your nails dig into your palms so tightly that you think they might bleed. Not out of pain; simply because you can’t bear it. Not when you can feel every burning inch of him pulsing along your walls.

Hunkering down even closer to your body, Michael settles into his rhythm.

His hips snap forward quicker, filling you with his girth. He pulls out slower, frustratingly so. He seems almost to linger at your clenching opening before plunging in again. It is a deep fucking, meticulous and thorough.

You lie sniveling and whining on the clammy wood, stretched again and again. With what few thoughts cling to coherency in your mind, you scrabble to assign meaning to his actions.

Maybe he is making a statement about the cock you refused to keep down.

(In again, filling you up.)

Maybe he’s just entertaining himself with your frightened body, letting your fear of him spiral out of control, squeezing you dry of every last drop of fun.

(Out again now, and some tiny stupid part of you laments his loss as he goes.)

You settle upon the explanation that Michael is still waiting for just the right moment to hurt you. You clutch on to this truth and refuse to let go, because it is all that you have, because Michael does not fuck you slowly, because he is a predator, and you are nothing but a hole, and the moment you buy the trick and relax around his cock is the moment the hurt will begin.

When Michael’s rhythm changes suddenly, it is the opposite of your fears.

His methodical pace begins to falter. His calculated thrusts are growing sloppier with every snap of his hips.

And most terrible of all, he is stooping down closer to your body with every passing second.

The pressure of his palm on your back increases like a hydraulic press. Your feverish squirming is pinned to an unbearable standstill. Fresh terror rears up in your gut and you suck in breath deeply, knowing you have only moments before your ribs strain with his weight and your lungs are robbed of the commodity of air.

The moment never arrives.

He is only deepening his angle to reach your furthest places. Your eyes brim with overfull tears; your cunt now has nowhere to go but flat against the jet.

And with an appropriate cruelness, Michael’s cock has begun to strike something within you that makes you see stars.

You reel in his gasp, nearly crying out at the constant striking pressure—scarfing the noise down at the last second, for fear of being muzzled again. You do not want that hand over your face again. You do not want to smell the blood again. Please god, you do not.

Your only solace is that Michael is getting close.

You know it because his thrusts are growing more unbearable; he is trying to drive himself deeper, deeper, deeper into your hole.

Then comes the epiphany, short and sweet and obvious, an echo of an earlier observation:

It is late. The water is hot. And Michael is tired.

Suddenly, all is clear. He has settled on a sluggish rut into your body because he cannot be damned to put in the effort to fuck you any other way.

It is not just Michael you hate now, but yourself, too, because the slow pistoning of his cock has turned you near-delirious with sickening need. You know his gentleness is not deliberate—you know it like you know the sky is blue—but your body cannot seem to tell the difference. The heat has begun to coil low in your belly again.

Michael stoops even lower. You shudder down to your toes; you can feel his steaming breath beating against your nape, heavy and hot. God no, that’s too close. Far too close.

The dreadful intimacy is your breaking point.

You begin your feverish squirming again all at once, pulling weakly at the huge hand caging your wrists, seeking relief from the bombardment of sensations, the endless taunting of the jet, the slow burn of Michael filling your belly with cock over and over, again and again. The heat in your sex is surging horribly, building to tower over your head.

Without thought, you pull madly at your restraints.

In that same moment, Michael’s groin grows suddenly tense against your backside. You feel his muscles locking rigidly—

—and his horrendous heat and weight stooping forward all at once, careening into you—

—and as his dangerous body curls stiflingly around yours, he comes deep inside your belly.

Mortified does not even begin to describe the ugly panic that rears up inside of you. Your eyes snap shut tight and you can’t keep a lid on your distraught little noises. No no no NO, too close; the bare skin of his wet chest is ridiculously hot. He’s going to burn you up with his heat. Going to sear your lungs, going to suffocate you. Please, please, you can’t handle it now, not when he has threatened plain as day to rip your life away, not when in the past hour alone he has drowned you and choked you with himself and flipped your twisted illusion of need for him belly-up, exposing the hate and fear, fear that might stop your heart before his hands do. You cannot handle such cruelties when he has done all those things; you can’t handle such dreadful closeness.

You reel beneath Michael’s immobilizing weight, wiggling your hips and ass against his pelvis with a choked little sob—useless. He has you mounted on his cock like a trophy on a fixture, skewered in place, and in the end, all you manage is a futile squirming against his balls, a hot wet friction which elevates the throbbing low in your sex to a delirious pounding.

Some low reverberation begins in his chest and builds. It vibrates through your spine, rumbling up his sternum, building nearly into a short and gruff grunt before being stifled expertly. The pressure of the jet is trivial now, small, small, small—Michael’s frightful body eclipses your world.

The moment he stops pumping you full of cum, you are aware of it.

The mountain of muscle encasing you loses its tension more with every passing moment; the powerful tremors no longer ripple through his abdomen; and you can feel the heat of his mess sitting deep inside of you, threatening to burn through your stomach and spill out onto the deck below.

It is your undoing.

Your body tenses frightfully beneath his. Your second orgasm spills over.

It fades, with a shudder and a pitiful moan. You are so sore, so tender, so aching, so numb. You would beg him again if you could, for an end to the torment of the jet—but you don’t think you could formulate words even to scream bloody murder.

Your pussy clenches around Michael’s girth, squeezing him feverishly. You are not stupid—even if you could beg him, he would offer you no relief.

Against your back, Michael’s chest rises with breath, deep and slow. You realize, heart thundering louder in your ears, that he has rested his head on the deck somewhere above your own. He is watching you.

Your own breaths are a rapid gasping; the thought of meeting that black gaze again is more than you can possibly handle. You tuck your chin into your shoulder and refuse to return his look.

Minutes begin to pass. A new fear surges within you, fear that he will keep you pinned like this all night, that he will sleep here, dick stuffed in your belly, jacuzzi jets forcing you into an endless cycle of shuddering orgasms. It would be so easy for him to just keep you, trapped and defenseless, unable to wiggle, unable, if he chooses, to scream.

And then some pitiful thought comes crawling up through the weary haze; At least Michael is not hurting you.

You want to tell it to go and fuck itself. You also latch onto it with a grip colder and harder than death. Yes, that’s right; at least Michael is touching your body, and he isn’t hurting you.

In time, he clambers up and off you.

His stifling heat and weight retreat. You feel his thigh brushing against your calf as he sinks down on the jacuzzi seat, displacing massive quantities of water which seethe around your sides. He tugs forcefully on your wrists.

A breathless little whine seizes you as you are swept like a ragdoll into his lap.

Too frightened to move, chanting once more with your desolate plea of please, sorry, please don’t hurt me, you let him handle your limp body without a struggle.

His wet grip slides free of your hands. You are sure there are red furrows in your wrists from the ferocity with which he held you but you don’t dare to crane your neck and look, because he is reaching for your body again, up toward your neck, one terrible hand locking around your throat—ensuring you will go nowhere. His breaths beat hot and heavy across your scalp.

Scrunching up in a grimace, you squeeze your eyes shut. You cannot look Michael in the face again. You cannot risk knowing if that uncompromising murder still seethes there. You think to see that look again will kill you. A fresh set of tears searing your cheeks, you wait to be ruined.

His rough palm comes down suddenly over your breast. Your lips part in a startled little gasp. He gropes it roughly, fingers digging into sweat-warmed flesh with an adamant squeeze, a sadistic tugging motion that pulls your skin taut. There is a terrible jolt of heat to your hips as his thumb closes over your nipple.

Michael pinches you slowly and firmly. You squirm in the cage of his arms, craning your head as if to arch away from his cruelness, but doing so only settles you further into the bulk of his burning neck, his shoulder searing unbearably against your cheek, an inescapable wall of muscle, and you can do nothing.

He pulls and pinches. Palms and kneads. His rough hand toys with your breasts until they are dreadfully sore.

You resign yourself to waiting for the moment when your last drop of amusement has been spent; when that damning hand around your throat is snapping shut like a vice.

You wait, and you wait, and you wait.

Minutes pass; Michael has not tired of playing with your body, and you are still waiting.

After a while, his hand wanders elsewhere. To the numbed flesh of your tormented sex, where it squeezes and palms just as adamantly. He thrusts a curious finger up your slickness to feel his own mess there, his hot seed still oozing out. You grunt feverishly at his probing but remain limp and useless in his grip. Still waiting.

When half an hour has passed, and Michael’s methodical hands have violated every inch of you, and you are still allowed to draw your shuddering breaths beneath his hands, reason finally forces its way to the surface beyond the confusion, the panic, the dread. The reality of Michael’s actions becomes shockingly, pathetically simple:

He was never going to kill you.

He has been working you into a dreadful fright for the last half-hour, dangling the promise of ripping your life away over your head—but he was never going to deliver. Not tonight. Every action until now has been a purposeful manipulation of your suffocating fear of him.

You expect to feel dizzy relief; instead, you only feel tired.

Sleep and the heat of the water weigh heavy on your battered mind. If you could muster the courage to beg Michael now, your words would be, please drag me upstairs, please take me to bed, do what you want with me, but please, after that, please let me sleep.

Michael’s violation of your flesh does not slow. With a soft, defeated groan, you come to terms with the fact that any rest in the coming hour will be against his terrible body.

Your breaths are still dizzyingly shallow; relaxing into Michael is hard, as it always is, but you try.

You focus on the symphony of night. The chirping katydids, the whistling wind through the overbearing trees. You focus on the hot water seething around your middle, no longer a burn but a blanketing warmth. You wait for Michael’s fun to be over, for him to sling you over his shoulder and haul you up to bed like a favored toy, coveted because there is still amusement to be squeezed from your body, still plentiful fun to be had.

With that fantasy vivid in your mind, you surrender to Michael’s warm hands.

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