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[unhauntedangel]

A very cozy tummy Tuesday

I've lost a lot of weight lately, but my tummy looks so bloated:/

[tulip-room]

♡•◦Excuses◦•♡

Pairing: Suna x Chubby! Fem! Reader

Content: Suna’s little sister loves your sweet treats. That’s definitely why he’s in there so often

Words: 2k

a/n: This is part of my Sweet Treats writing series! So stayed tuned for the other parts. This is the second story in the series you can find the other one and the future ones in the post!! I hope you enjoy me adding to the Suna chubby chaser agenda <3

 “No, I’m serious Rin. It’s literally the best bakery I have ever been to. They don’t only have baked goods either, they have a deli with regular sandwiches and pretzel buns. It’s mouthwatering.” Suna’s sister exclaims trying to get her brother to agree to take her to the aforementioned bakery. He rolls his eyes with a sigh and starts putting his jacket on.

“Fine, but only if you’ll finally stop talking about it.” The two walk out the door, Suna following behind his sister. She seems excited and as much as he pretends to hate her ramblings it’s endearing and he enjoys making his sister happy. 

“Hello little Suna!” They’re greeted as soon as they walk in. “Who did you bring with you?” Suna looks up and has to take a moment to collect himself. Less than five feet away is the most beautiful woman he thinks he’s ever seen. She has flour on her apron and a bit of chocolate on her cheek, most people wouldn’t think she was his type. Most people were wrong, he lives for chubbier people. More of them to love, as people say. He hasn’t even realized that his sister was talking about him. 

“Yeah, this is my brother. Rinatarou?” She waves a hand in front of his face, she’s abit amused by the blush building on his cheeks and how quickly he froze when he caught a look at her favorite baker. Now she can’t say this wasn’t her plan, she knew her brother would love you. But she was pleasantly surprised to see she was right. 

Suna shakes his head and comes back to where the two of you are laughing slightly. Wow, even your laugh was pretty. “What can I help you with?” And suddenly his mouth is dry and he’s not sure what to say. He clears his thoat and looks at the menu. 

“Uhm…a…ham, cheese, lettuce, tomato sandwich on a pretzel bun. And whatever she wants,” he points at his sister who rattles off her order. He sighs and pulls his card out of his wallet. 

“Alright, I’ll have that right out for you two,” you say, handing his card back to him. Your fingers brush accidentally and Suna takes a quick breath in. His sister can’t help the laugh that escapes her mouth and tries to cover it with a cough. The two make their way over to a table still in view of the counter and the kitchen. Suna is pushed into a chair where he can see you as his sister sits opposite him.

“So,” she smiles at him teasingly. “Y/N huh?”

“Y/N? Is that her name?” He asks, a little distracted as he watches you work. His sister doesn’t need to turn around to see what has his attention. 

“Mhm, she’s single you know.”

“She is?” That got his attention. His head whips to his sister.

“Yup, complains that she needs someone to cook and bake for all the time. If only I knew someone who is hopeless at cooking?” She taps her chin as she looks at him. “Seriously Rin, if you don’t get her to be your girlfriend I will. I need her fresh baked bread.”

“Is that all this is?”

“No, I want both of you to be happy, she’s been very nice to me and you deserve someone as good as her. So man up and ask her out.” She says it a little louder than he likes and it catches the attention of the other patrons. He flicks her forehead with a frown.

“Don’t say it so loud.” He whisper-yells at her. Eventually their order gets called and Suna gets up to collect it. When you smile at him he thinks he died. He just gives you a small smile back. “Thank you.”

“You’re more than welcome, Suna.”

“Rintarou, you can call me Rintarou, it would get a little confusing with my sister anyway.”

“Okay, you’re more than welcome, Rintarou.” Did his name always sound that nice or was it just you who made it sound nice. Regardless he takes the food and sits back down.

“Oh my goodness, can you be anymore whipped?”

“You planned this.” He glares gently at his sister.

“You can’t prove that,” she shrugs with a smile and starts digging into her sandwich.

Day One

You weren’t expecting to see Suna again, at least without the company of his sister. “Hello Rintarou,” you greet him as he walks in and finish checking out a customer. They didn’t request a sandwich so you just had to measure out the cookies. He stood patiently behind the person. Once they leave it’s just you and Suna in the shop again. “What brings you in?”

He hadn’t thought that far. “Uhm..just.” He clears his throat and scracthes the back of his neck in a shy manner. “Just picking something up for my sister.”

“Oh, okay.” You start putting things in the computer. “Anything else? I already put her usual in.” You give him a kind smile and try not to think about how his cheeks turn slightly red at the action.

“Nope, that’s it.” You nod and head to the back to make the sandwich. When you come back you get his payment. “My sister really loves you- er your baked goods and sandwiches.”

“I’m aware, it makes my day to see her. She’s adorable, always going on and on about her brother. If I didn’t know any better I would think she was trying to set us up.” You tease gently and hand him the wrapped sandwich.

“Yeah, that would be silly.”

“Maybe, she did a good job selling you. See you later, Rintarou.” You wave as you turn to help the customer that had just walked in. He leaves the bakery with less money in his wallet and a blush on his cheeks.

Day Two

Once again the brown haired man came into the bakery without the presence of his little sister. “Hello Rintarou,” you greet him. This time he’s the only customer in the bakery so the two of you have time to chat before you make his order. “You know, if you come in everyday I may think you’re not just here for your sister.” You tease him as you ring up the order. Your fingers brush against his again as you take his card from him.

“That would be absurd Y/N. Obviously I’m here to treat my little sister while I’m in town.” He smiles and leans his arm on the counter as he rests his chin in the palm of his hand. 

“Mhm, of course.” You give him a smile of you own and hand him the carefully packaged sandwich. “Tell the little Suna I said hello.”

“What not going to say hello to me? Your favorite Suna?”

“I did say hello to you, when you walked in. And favorite? I don’t know about all that, the jury is still out on it.” You lean against the counter yourself. Suna takes the opportunity to wipe at the chocolate on your cheek that taunts him everyday he comes in. Your face grows warm and it’s your turn to stutter.

“Sure I’m not your favorite?”

You let out a small laugh and push his shoulder gently. “It takes more than some teasing to be my favorite. Goodbye Rintarou.” You wave at him as a group walks into the bakery. 

Day Three

Day three is when you call him out. He had to wait in line and there’s more of a crowd in the bakery than there usually is. Probably something to do with it being a Friday. You still wave at him when he comes in and he patiently waits at the end of the line. Thankfully by the time he gets up to the counter there’s only two more customers after him. He orders and stands to the side to talk to you when you become free again. 

“Sorry about that Rintarou,” you turn to him with a smile. He waves you off as you wipe your hands off on your apron. 

“You own a business, I would hope it’s not always empty.” He plays with the container of straws, spinning one around. Happy to see that everyone was sitting down enjoying their food. You allow yourself to lean on the counter as well. 

“Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays are my busiest.” 

“Makes sense.”

“You know the funniest thing happened yesterday.” He hums looking at you in confusion clearly wanting you to go on. “Your sister came into the shop wanting a sandwich. Consider me shocked when I told her you had already come in earlier to get her one. She looked just as shocked as I was.”

Shit. That was the first thing that came to his mind as he reached a hand up to rub the back of his neck. He looks away as his face grows red. “Did she?” He asks his voice, lifting up near the end of the question. 

“Mhm. Isn’t that funny?”

“Hilarious.” He was going to scream into his pillow when he got home and probably glare at his sister through dinner. “Would you look at the time, I have to get home.” He checks a fake watch on his wrist. 

“I think it’s cute that you’re using it as an excuse to see me. I enjoy seeing you too. Goodbye, Rintarou.” You wave at him as he races out the door covering his face with a hand. He still wasn’t used to how gently you would call his name in greetings or goodbyes.

Day Four

It was the last day of his visit, his sister had come in earlier to tease her brother over the situation from yesterday. You scolded her lightly and told her not to tease him too much or he might not come back.

“Like that would happen, he’s whipped your honor.” The two of you are still laughing when he enters the shop. What was she doing here? He remembers requesting his sister not show up today but he supposes he can’t always get what he wants.

“Hello, Rintarou.” Yeah, he’s done for if you keep saying his name like that. “Here to get something for your sister?” You tease and he shakes his head with a small smile. 

“Seems she got something for herself.” He looks at the drink and sandwich in his sister’s hands. Getting the hint she walks away after waving to you. 

“So, what actually brings you in today.”

“I’m here to order something for myself.”

“And what would that be?” You lean closer to him.

“Your number.” It was a surprise, not an unwelcome one though. 

“Okay, give me your phone. It’ll cost you though.” You hold your hand out for him to place his phone in your hand.

“What will it cost me?” He hands his phone over to you with a smile. 

“A date, a proper one.” You smile as you put your number in and hand the phone back to the dumbfounded man. You hear quiet clapping and see his sister smiling and giving you a thumbs up from behind him. He whips his head around and she pretends like she was eating her sandwich the whole time. 

“Deal. I’ll be back in a few weeks, you can cash your date in then.”

“Okay, see you then Rintarou.”

Bonus:

Suna smiles at his phone in between breaks. Now it wasn’t unusual for him to be on his phone during breaks in practice but it was a surprise that he all but ran to it. “Got a girlfriend, Sunarin?” Komori teases as he tries to look over Suna’s shoulder.

“Not yet, but hopefully.” He smiles as he answers. Komori can’t even tease him more because he’s not quite sure he’s ever seen the boy look so happy. Suna knew he would have to thank his sister some more when he visited again, many hours of listening to her gossip (and not pretending like he didn’t care) it would also result in getting his nails painted while they gossiped. They were chipping anyway.

rules masterlist

taglist: @sanaexus

[hiskillingjar]

plus sized reader/ren or strade? :3

i mean any of my mc fics could be interpreted with a plus-size reader (as a fat bitch) buttt let's go with some headcanons!

ren 🦊

chubby chaser. fr.

like i'm sorry i 100% believe that ren loves fat bitches, women people more than like any other body demographic

apart from being cum-brained and not being able to see you as anything other than a porn category (at least to begin with), he'd also be your biggest hype man in the world

mostly because he wants to see you dress slutty. short skirts, thigh highs, crop tops. he's all about that

he's also definitely a "thick thighs save lives", "mommy milkers" kind of guy. unfortunately.

i wish that making ren rancid would make him less hot but. alas.

wouldn't necessarily verge into feeder territory (which isn't for me lol), but he likes to cook and would play provider in that way ^_^

with a chubby masc mc, he definitely likes that too. he's more attracted to femininity, yeah, but he likes big boys! strong, big, cozy………..

and you know he's pretty little…short and slender…and you're so big and warm and and and…

:)

law🥀

law would also like a chubby partner :)

they'd like the contrast between them (willowy and skinny and tall) and a chubby mc (especially if they were shorter than them too)

other than that, they're just. normal and not insane.

totally normal and uncomplicated reasons to like a bigger partner.

sorry insane people. law is normal <3

strade ����

fat bitch 4 fat bitch

i mean strade doesn't really care, he likes who he likes

but he's a red-blooded cis bisexual man. he likes a big chest, big ass, big hips because he HAS TASTE

you're getting that bed rocking either way. just don't break those slats (...which. i haven't done. ever.)

strade isn't much of a cook, so you'd be doing that. hope you like doing that! (i do. often. let me be your housewife. ahem)

i wrote this lmao

and hey, you have some cushion (for pushin'), so you can definitely take a few more hits, punches, and kicks than most, riiiiight?

and he's strong enough to lug you around, anyway, so it's all good for him. he wins every time ^_^

and he doesn't mind stretchmarks either. likes em, in fact! (and will welcome any opportunity to add to them too :3)

[fatnfemme]

get to know me!

hi ! my name is sunny, i use any/all pronouns (no preference atm), i’m 24, i’m a sub-leaning vers who typically prefers bottoming but im flexible <3

im partnered for 6 years and my partner ( @tmbutches4eva ) n i have an agreement that i can be horny w strangers online🎀

we also have a bf ( @o-0gremlin0-o ) who we’ve been with since early june!

very prone to interacting w/ other femme4butch femmes because community is so important - i love supporting my fav femmes 🫶🏻

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i’m genderqueer/genderfluid and i’m a lesbian (if u don’t get it, don’t ask me), typically i present femme and am comfy being called feminine titles and adjectives, but i also respond and enjoy masculine titles and adjectives. i’m also fat n loooove people who like. objectify me bc of my fatness.

very open and welcome to DMs or asks, just don’t be creepy or i’ll block you

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DNI: terfs, cishets, minors, MAPs, ppl who identify exclusively as a man, ageless/throwaway blogs

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likes: hickeys, LIGHT cnc and primal play, praise, degradation, sp@nk!ng, light bdsm, over/under stimulation, role play (sometimes), voyeurism, light asphyxia, non-men chubby chasers/objectification of my body, and more but i’m blanking

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not into: sc@t, heavy ddlg/mdlg, incest, raceplay, beastiality/zoophilia, feedee/feeder, ageplay, bl00d/knives, any extreme violence, detrans/orientation play, anything really intense

~~

if you wanna follow my sfw blog, feel free! @never-in-the-mirror

i also have a nsfw masc blog for when that better aligns with my gender, so follow that if you’d like! @fatnmasc

[toshidou]

The fact that you said that Simon is a chubby chaser made me follow you INSTANTLY. As a 5’4 plus size woman with a big tummy and thick thighs I agree with you and i’m very grateful that you’re out here speaking the truth 😤 Thank you for your service<3

you are so welcome anon <33 i too am a small plus size chubby bitch, and honestly i just KNOW simon would find us sexy as fuck <33 every member of the 141 would, they just showcase it in different ways 👀

[ay-chuu]

Hello! Can I request a matchup? (Bsd)

Pronouns: she/her.

Gender Preference: either, but male leaning.

My Zodiacs: Leo sun, Cancer moon, Aquarius rising.

My Personality Type: INFP.

Appearance: I’m 5’6 and my body type is chubby/plus sized. I have a circle/oval shaped head with chubby cheeks. I have golden hair with blueish/grayish eyes. I like wearing comfy clothes but will dress up from time to time. I have thick thighs and have more 🍑 than I do 🍒.

Personality: I’m quite reserved and aloof to the public eye. But once you get to know me, I joke around and tend to be sarcastic. I’m childish sometimes, but that’s not really a bad thing. My 3 main traits are probably: empathetic, observant and creative. I also love to daydream, which distracts me a lot, oops.

Hobbies: I enjoy drawing/coloring and reading. And I love playing genshin impact. I also like taking care of my pets and giving them attention/play.

Dislikes: Loud noises, crowded spaces and bugs. (Butterfly’s and bumblebees are the exception though.)

Music taste: I love listening to Mitski. So I would say alternative music.

Favorite movie: I like a lot of movies. But one that always stuck out to me - ever since I was a child was the “Swiss Family Robinson” film.

Thank you! ❤️

Hi you're very welcome! ❤(ˆ‿ˆԅ)

I match you with... (っ＾▿＾)💨

EDGAR ALLAN POE!

I've always thought INFPs are the best therapist for themselves and here we are lol! Usually you two always the one who understands each other best. That's why some days it's like a rule to stay home and talk to each other. When we look at the zodiac sign, I think that Capricorn is good in the role of being the solver of the problems that the Leo sign keeps for theirself. It doesn't matter logically or emotionally <3 And Poe is a chubby chaser. DONE. I know, and you can't question me.

Most likely Ranpo introduced you! Because you're both very quiet and reserved, but as you warmed to Poe, you started to open up and even joke around with him all the time, and Poe really liked it! One of Poe's favorite things about you is your love for animals! Karl needs a lot of love and attention :( -HE NEEDS TOO LOL- And his favorite hobby of yours is drawing because sometimes he makes you draw the looks of the characters he writes lol!

I think the main problem in your relationship is that you both have a bit of emotional turmoil -sorry...- That's why you two sometimes burden each other a lot and this makes you quite tired. Please show each other a little more understanding <3 Everything will be fine if you let your emotional turmoil not spill over into your relationship!

Finally, some memories I dream of of you: Sweet and emotional conversations while watching movies together, shopping for Karl, sitting on Poe's lap while you two were writing something together and he felt like he were in heaven and Poe spoiling you with his money <3

[1-800-hellraiser]

Rules for Requesting

     Hello! Welcome to my blog! I do requests for Creepypasta oneshots! I do not do head cannon requests though, only one shots. At this time, requests are: Open! however, be fore you request, I have some guidelines about what I will and will not write. 

Things I will write:

1. Platonic relationships for (X reader)

2. Romantic relationships (X reader) 

3. Platonic sibling relationships (X reader)

Things I will NOT write (Tw, gore, p*dophilia, Z*ophilia, B*astiality, incest, non-con, and dub-con) :

1. Smut/Lemons (This is a minor safe blog)

2. Romantic sibling relationships of any kind

3. Character x character ships

4. Character x ocs

5. Non-con and dub-con

6. P*dophilia, z*ophilia, b*astiality

7. Extreme gore

8. Any type of fetish/kink (again, this is a minor safe blog)

     Okay, so now that we got that out of the way, I’d like to show you how to request. Simply ask for a character (or two), specify a species (Demon, angel, eldritch being, etc.), specify gender (I will ask if gender neutral is okay if you don’t specify a gender), anything else you would like to add (Artist, strong, chubby, etc.) and a genre (fluff, angst, etc.). For example, “Could I request an angsty Eyeless Jack x a male Demon reader oneshot?” Speaking of that, I should probably tell you the creeps I write and do not write for!

Creeps I write for (I will also gender bend them if asked!):

1. Jeff the killer

2. Jane the killer*

3. BEN Drowned

4. Eyeless Jack

5. Slenderman

6. Nina the Killer

7. Laughing Jack*

8. Splendorman

9. Trenderman

10. Clockwork

11. Masky

12. Hoodie

13. Toby

14. Herobrine

15. Suicide mouse

16. Homicidal Liu

17. Hobo Heart

18. Sally Williams

Creeps I will NOT write for:

1. Offenderman

2. Kate the chaser

3. X-virus 

4. Kagekao

5. Jason the Toymaker

6. Candypop

7. Bloody Painter

8. Puppeteer

9. Doctor Smiley 

10. Zalgo

     The only reason why I won’t write for these creeps is because I don’t know their personalities well enough to write them. Except for Offenderman, he’s out for a different, obvious reason. 

*I do not support Snuffbomb (Lj’s creator) in any way, shape, or form, I write for Lj because its unfair to pin the creators wrong doings on a character.

*I will only write Jane with a female s/o because she's canonically a lesbian. But I will write her with any other gender if its a platonic oneshot.

     Anyways, thank you for reading the rules, and have fun requesting!

[katsukiboom]

I really loved the chubby chaser Mirio ask!! Could you maybe do one for Amajiki too?

Sure thing my man! I tried something a bit different than what I did with Mirio’s request but I hope you like it anyways!

Ko-Fi || Commissions

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The sunrays hit his head and made him feel warmall around, contrasting with the cold atmosphere of winter that loomed abovethe city. Tamaki adjusted his hood enough to cover his face and looked aroundwhile taking a deep breath, feeling the looming presence of his mentor andpartner beside him. He was spacing out just enough for him to notice, somethingthat didn’t sit well with him at all.

- Y’got to keep yer eyes peeled, - Fatgum spokeclearly from behind the little takoyaki snack he held close to his plump lips.He side-eyed Tamaki as the teen only nodded. – Y’know we ain’t only lookin’ forpesky villains; anything could jump straight out of damned nowhere and y’haveto be careful to defend yourself and whoever’s with ya. – His thick accentsometimes made it hard to figure out what he was saying, but Tamaki was just soused to it he didn’t even need to replay those words in his mind to know whathe was telling him. The pro-hero’s eyes darted from side to side of the street,his attention nicely divided between the possibilities of danger and guidinghis protégé through the city.

- C-could I have a bite, sir? – The boy askedshyly, and the older man complied by giving him his signature smile and handinghim one of the biggest takoyaki balls he had on his tray. – Thank youFatgum-san, - Tamaki smiled back as he grabbed it and carefully shoved it intohis mouth, savoring the octopus in it with delight and knowing that at leasthe’d have that to defend himself with if the opportunity arose.

And just as if he had called it, they bothheard a high-pitched scream coming from a nearby alley and almost instantlybolted towards it.

A few people were gathered there but it was abit too dark to see their faces despite being the middle of the day, and Fatgummade their presence known by letting out a laugh. The group of six criminalsturned around which then revealed there was a seventh person with them, butTamaki gasped as he saw it was just a high school girl that looked around hisage who glanced up at them with a terrified look on her face. Her hair wascompletely disheveled and her uniform had black stains all over, heavilycontrasting to the white cloth. With her lower lip bleeding and quivering andher right cheek swollen, he also noticed the way her shirt was torn open,revealing much more skin than necessary. He thought of Nejire in her place, andit only served to further fuel his rage.

- Sorry it took long for us to get ‘ere folks,- said the pro-hero with glee and a happy expression which turned somber assoon as everyone got into attack mode. – Wouldn’t have wanted to kick yourasses without having lunch first.

And then it began when one of them lunged atFatgum at full speed… only to be swallowed by his Quirk as soon as he touchedhim. Tamaki smiled as the man was then propelled against his friends, makingsome of them fall with a loud thud.  Itthen gave him the time to channel his own powers and turn his fingers totentacles using them to defend themselves against the next attacker, one of theguys with a wind Quirk. Three waves of cutting breezes hit him but they were nomatch for the two of them and Tamaki knew it very well – using his abilities,he managed to catch every single one of the criminals and threw them againstthe brick wall behind them, successfully knocking them out.

The group had what Tamaki would’ve consideredweak Quirks and relied on physical attacks rather than using them, which gaveboth him and Fatgum rather large advantages that ultimately led to themdisposing of the criminals much faster than expected. With the men firmly tiedup and leaving Fatgum to deal with the police, Tamaki timidly made his way tothe girl, who had hid behind a nearby garbage container when the short fightbroke out. – Hey, - he said, kneeling down to look at her directly while stillkeeping his distance. – Are you hurt anywhere?

She seemed to not hear him at first but thenlooked back at him, her big eyes already glistening with tears. She wasbeautiful, he noted. - I’m… - she started saying, but she was cut off by thecrying that came out of her; it was so sudden that Tamaki didn’t even know howto react, and only stood there watching with his mind reeling to find thecorrect way to calm her down while not disrupting her comfort zone.

Yet no one could’ve ever prepared him for thegirl to jump at him, wrapping her arms around his waist tightly and crying ontohis suit. His whole body started to tremble alongside hers, and his confusedand frightened gaze fixed on the top of her head right below his chin – shefelt cold even through the layers of clothes, and it took him a moment torealize just how… plump she was, although he felt ashamed to even be thinkingthat way at a moment like that. Gentle yet shivering arms wrapped around herfigure as well, the softness of her body feeling welcoming against the firmnessof his. His heartbeat sped up as he realized his position, but for some reasonit didn’t make him feel uncomfortable in any way.

Tamaki held her quietly as she let it all out,but then a hand placed on his shoulder made him turn around; the girl mirroredhis actions, looking up with puffy eyes. – Well, - said his mentor with adelicate tone, - I’ll be heading back to the offices first. Make sure ye don’tlose track of time! – And with that he left, happily talking with the civiliansthat had gathered there due to the commotion.

- I’m sorry, - she finally muttered, and it wasonly when he looked back at her that he noticed her cheek was turning a softshade of purple, the bits of dried blood on her chin a bit smudged. – I’mkeeping you here with me when you should be doing your job, - it felt almost asif she was apologizing for being somewhat of a burden, and Tamaki knew thatfeeling very well and could empathize with it for a change. He took one lastglance at her before pulling away, trying his best to put his fears and anxietyaside even if it was just for a minute, but the way she looked at him made itso difficult.

- P-please don’t sa-say that! – He exclaimedwhile closing his eyes, failing horribly at keeping his stuttering in check.Trying his best to ignore the fact that she was still kind of close to him, headded, – Y-y-you’re okay and that’s what matters most, not whether I’m late ornot. D-do you want me to walk you back home? You know, just to make sure youget there safely.

It was the first time in a while he was able tospeak so directly towards  a girl withoutwanting to face a wall afterwards, but it felt as if it was that way because hewas hiding behind his mask. His offer made her blush as a few more tearsthreatened to fall from the corners of her eyes, and she nodded as she lookeddown. He waited for her to look for her bag which had been thrown into a smallgarbage can – she pulled a brown sweater from inside and quickly put it on,finally covering her semi-exposed chest.

She didn’t live far from what he could tell,and in the meantime she asked him all sorts of questions and told him a bit aboutherself as well: she was from an academy that was close to UA yet he had neverheard from before, and her Quirk had something to do with swimming andbreathing in the water. Tamaki pictured her as a small chubby mermaid, and theimage alone was enough to make him want to be swallowed by Earth itself. Shewas almost 18 and in her last year and hoped to aim for a place in Gang Orca’steam, and by the looks of it she was pretty hopeful. Good, he thought, I’m sureyou’ll make it.

When they finally arrived, he was ready to justsay goodbye and leave but she stopped him by pulling his sleeve. – W-wait! –She exclaimed, and when he turned back around to face her she hugged him again,yet this time felt different. He no longer felt surprised but rather warm andfuzzy, wanting to hold her close just for a little bit more. – Thank you foreverything, really, - she whispered, - I don’t know what I would’ve done had younot been around to help. – The girl pulled away and fixed her clothes beforeasking him one last thing. – What’s your realname, Suneater? I want to thank you personally.

Giving identities away was something every heroknew could bring trouble, and he knew that very well. There was also the fearthat she’d never accept him with all of his baggage, or at least the one hethought was heavy. – I… - he started with a heavy heart, but the happy look onher face made him change his mind in less than a second. – It’s Tamaki, - heblurted out as he looked to the ground. Something about the situation made himfeel uneasy about his own appearance, but she let out a giggle that caught his attentionagain.

- Thank you, Tamaki-san, - she said with a bigsmile that made all the blood rush to his cheeks. She was absolutely gorgeous. – I hope I can see you again soon, - and withthat she rushed to enter her house while he watched, completely smitten by astranger he had only met an hour ago under the worst of circumstances.

It was only when he was finally returning tothe office that he stopped right on his tracks and, lost in thought, rememberedthat he hadn’t asked for her name in return.

[unhauntedangel]

Lemmie squish you between themm

[hogbullpup]

Ruminations-life, love, relationships

For the past nine months I haven’t been pursuing a boyfriend or boyfriends until either 1, my mental health improves, 2, I can move on from being a part-time caregiver for my mom and let my brother take over, 3, I can find a better job/career, or all of the above, but I’ve been feeling so lonely lately that I’m wondering if I should just say “fuck it” and get back on both growlr and twitter. Still, I feel like I haven’t gotten out a lot of my own thoughts about my personal shortcomings in my last relationship and other concerns before pursuing another one, and this is as good a place as any as no one’s really here anymore, so long story incoming...

About 6 years ago, after coming out as a proud lover of large, hefty men I started exploring chub/gainer communities around in the area and after a while found a big fella who ended up becoming my best friend, whom I’ll call C. We bonded very quickly; after a while we were hanging out once a week consistently and I soon developed feelings for him.

Around the time C and I were hanging out and bonding, my dad was diagnosed with stage four bladder cancer and 3.5 years ago passed away. 6 or so months after that C asked if I wanted us to be more than just friends, but I put him off because I was in a bad mental state, partly from my dad's brutal battle with cancer and partly from my own insecurities. This hurt C far more than I knew at the time, and I still don’t forgive myself for causing him that much pain.

Early 2018

Some time later, March 2018, I told C I was being dumb and that I loved him deeply, and we started dating, but he told me that in that time he had discovered the pup community and found a sir/handler, S, who was moving to the area soon with his other 2 pups. I on the other hand in that time had been looking for community with the Seattle bears and chubs, however I felt their scene was kind of cliquey, financially discriminatory, and on occasion racist (despite how physically attractive I found a lot of them--this was really frustrating for someone who is only attracted to bigger, fluffier men).

So in the first couple months of C and my relationship I started exploring the pup scene/fetish online and in a couple of gatherings, and enjoyed a lot of what I saw, but it also left me with more questions than answers (turns out I'm far more switch than dom) and C certainly couldn't answer all of them given the fact that he was still a very new puppy. He specifically admitted that the details of our relationship became harder because I wanted to explore pup play, but at the same time wasn't at all sympathetic because I was partly exploring pup play just because he was into it, which he really didn't like (I also lied about this which still makes me feel sick, and danced around the issue instead of just being honest and saying "babe I just wanted to explore and be involved in the things you like"). This became even harder for me because C was being quickly welcomed into S's family, and got his collar soon after they moved to the area. I didn't want at all to intrude on their family because it would be psycho rude and I didn't even know any of them, but I was also deeply protective of C at the same time, and didn’t know how to handle my insecurities. I wish I had the emotional knowledge then that I do now. Starting to date C was a big change for me going from open-but-committed to my first poly relationship, so I was upset that I couldn't explore poly WITH C. It didn't seem fair.

Jealousy took over and I started telling C that I might want to pursue a family like S had, because if he was able to build a family exclusively of cute, chub pups than so could I. C cautioned me that S got very lucky compared to most, and that the likelihood of me being able to find a few gay partners all of the chubby variety and all of whom are compatible was very unlikely, and even if possible would take years (but, to my frustration, he would never give me a clear NO). While this sat heavy with me and I knew he was most likely right, it didn't help with my feelings of complete helplessness and isolation in my situation. I continued to ruminate. A big part of it that I fully regret and admit to is jealousy, and I had no idea before this whole situation that I was such a jealous person. But there was also massive anxiety--the feeling that there was nothing I could do, a feeling I don't handle that feeling very well, and I think it made my jealousy worse.

So instead of being patient, exploring pup play, enjoying the chub/chaser relationship I had with C, and just seeing how things went, I BADGERED C for some 7-8 weeks with impossible questions like...

"how would dom (me) and sub (him) pup interactions work given the fact he already has a handler?" 

or "how can we ever belong to a larger family unit together (this was a big one for me) if your family is full,"  (I wasn’t his handler’s type anyway. He likes big chubs like I do so deep down I knew this was putting pressure on C to expand our relationship without asking if that was ok first),

or "what if in my explorations I discover I want want to be a handler or just part of a larger family, and somehow want you to be a part of that with me together without stepping on your handler's toes? How will that be possible?" (I knew C was an introvert and probably wouldn’t really have the energy/time to put into another complex relationship like that with me).

I knew that these questions were impossible to answer but still I continued to harass him, even though C told me on multiple occasions I was stressing him out and needed to back off and handle my jealousy and insecurities ("jealousy is poison in poly relationships", he said, and wasn't wrong). And in Fall, after a heated argument, he requested we take a 1 month break, which I spent learning to meditate and mitigate my anxiety and insecurities, while also begging fate for us to be able to stay together. When we met back up, I made my case that I was working hard to overcome anxiety and jealousy, but he told me the damage had been done. I was crushed.

Late 2018

After we broke up I continued to pursue meditation, but to be completely honest it barely kept the anxiety at bay and eventually I just gave up. I lost sleep over losing C for some 5 months, unable to clear my head of all those unanswerable questions for at least 2 hours most nights before falling asleep. I had lost both my best friend and lover, and at the time he was still rooming with my gaming friends and it was awkward for me to hang out, so I just felt alone, which is, without doubt, my one driving fear and what I wanted to avoid at all possible costs.

I remember thinking over and over again that I wished I had never put C off in the first place and had admitted my feelings to him sooner, but at the same time wouldn't have wanted anything to change as far as him meeting S and family. I just wanted things to somehow work between us as I explored what it meant for me to be poly.

Nov-Feb

In the months following our breakup I fought to recover from these feelings of loneliness by STILL continuing to attending pup social events and even a mosh (though I didn't participate in the mosh). It was hard when I would see S and his three pups show up, and I had to fight off nagging bad thoughts every time it happened. Still, I met a couple of very nice chubby pups who I bonded with and became friends. Sadly, despite liking both of them, one couldn't afford to live in Seattle anymore and moved back to Wisconsin, and the other (whom I really liked but was too damaged from my breakup to pursue) got adopted by a couple of husbands and moved just outside of Milwaukee with them. It felt like the universe was picking on me for my fear of being left out or rejected. I was alone again.

Somehow I persisted and survived, but my memories of the few months after that are such a dull blur I'm not sure I was even alive at the time. C and I are good friends again and I have a core group of friends (including him) who I feel close to and game with about once every 2 weeks. I still love him a lot but he's not looking for anything and I need to moderate my attraction to him. Also, time I spend hanging out with him is time I'm not spending looking for a big partner to call my own so I feel weird sometimes when I play around with him and my feelings are so fucking strong. I would like to find a guy I have that connection with who also wants to live together. It's depressing how hard something that simple is to find.

Anyways this has gone on for far too long, but I needed to write down my ruminations somewhere and also double down on goals and reminders for future relationships so I don't make the same mistakes I did before:

-If I'm attracted to a guy as much as I was attracted to C, I need to remember and understand that there probably will be major consequences to putting them off, even if it's for my own comfort.

-If a guy asks me to give him space, legitimately do it, and don't be actively looking for the next opportunity to talk about difficult things.

-If I date a man and he has a master or another family, I need to be happy for him, and not try to follow in his path, unless that's something he would enjoy/welcome (C didn’t, and I didn’t want to accept that). But also emphasize that a family like that is what I’m looking for and ask him to be gentle/supportive with me while I pursue it.

-If I date a man with a master, I need to be patient, respectful, and willing to communicate with him at his pace. After a while I can hopefully ask if I can work to earn the handler/master’s trust to not have to ask permission to do most things with my partner. If that option isn’t available, then it’s probably not the relationship for me.

-Accept that large men who are happy being large and soft are few and far between, and finding one into me is going to take significantly longer than a typical gay relationship, and that if I'm not out there looking, the few opportunities that are there are going to come and go.

-Learn to balance being flexible with knowing my limits, and knowing when to put my foot down. I honestly should have been the first to cut my relationship off with C because he didn't want his partners to cross or for sexual experiences in one bedroom to be shared in the other's bedroom. And right away that should have been a huge warning sign for me because that's something that's very important to me in a poly relationship (though at the time I was very new to poly so that was the first time I discovered what I wanted). I think I partly held on to him so hard because, other than my emotional feelings for him (which built up over some 3+years), there just aren't that many 300+lb non-judgmental guys who are going to find me as attractive as I find them. Regardless, no matter how many boxes a guy ticks for me, if something bugs me that much then I need to not settle.

-Patience. Patience. Patience. I need to learn to relax. It's possible that everything between C and I would have worked out if I'd just been patient. Perhaps not, but I'll never know how much I can accomplish with patience unless I try.

Well, I guess it's time to get back on growlr, dig up my old twitter, and hope for the best.

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Sweet Lies 3

A/N:  This is the third chapter for an in-progress series, the links for which are on my mistresslist. 

The gloaming descended, the moon a pale sickle in the darkening sky.  You walked through a quiet neighbourhood, surrounded by houses sitting with acres of woods on one side, and the bay on the other.  Fireflies lazily floated around you, some alighting on you, as you let your head loll back to better breathe in the humid, green scent of an oncoming southern summer night.  Though you detested the airless, wet heat, which gripped your skin like a needy lover, you loved this time of day, this time of year.  You loved the fireflies, the sounds of the crickets, and frogs, and alright, to be honest, there was a tiny part of you that found the humid warmth somewhat romantic.  It made you think of long, sweaty nights, with someone you loved. You sighed.  You’d watched too much True Blood as a teen.  

Strains of Massive Attack’s “Angel” lightly floated through your earbuds as you sauntered through an after-work walk.  It was still too hot to run, but you welcomed the chance to wind down from another day of dealing with unnecessarily hysterical people loudly whingeing their way through ultimately irrelevant complaints.  Since the incident, you made sure to keep the volume on your music low enough that you could still hear everything around you, even though you bitterly resented that change to your routine.   Despite that precaution, you didn’t hear any movement when a shadow detached itself from one of the trees and slowly approached you, though you did see it out of the corner of your eye.  Turning, you faced the shadow, lips pressed thin, standing your ground as it came closer, though your heart was thumping so hard, you could feel the blood rushing in your ears.  You were in the middle of a neighbourhood nice enough for everyone to come running if you screamed but, as you weren’t much of a screamer, you slid your hand into your hip bag, wrapping your fingers around your brand new collapsible stun baton.  

The figure emerged from the shadows of the overhanging trees, the glow of a nearby street-light slowly washing over his pale face, eyes like black smudges.  

Your voice was sharp when you asked, “Baekhyun?”

A slow smile melted across his face as he held up his hands.  “In the flesh.”

You sighed, and released your baton.  Chastising him, you asked, “What are you doing here?  You startled me!”

He tilted his head.  “I was taking a walk after work, when a stone made its way into my shoe.  I was leaning against one of the trees for balance when you walked by.”  He sauntered closer.  “Fancy seeing you here.  First the grocery store, then the park, then work…”  He leaned down until his face was directly in front of yours. “Are you stalking me, little girl?”

You pushed him away in exasperation.    “We live three blocks away from each other in a relatively small town.  Of course we’d run into each other often.”  He smiled as if he had won some sort of victory, but you were still too grouchy from his heart-pounding entrance to pursue it further. “Besides,” you said as you turned to continue your walk.  “I’m not a little girl.  I’m probably older than you.”  

He comfortably fell into step beside you.  “How old are you?”

Here it comes, you thought.  Time to nip this odd flirtation in the bud before you get attached.

“30,” you said shortly.

“I’m 26.”

“Awww,” you sing-songed, reaching out to ruffle his hair, “You’re a baby!”

He maneuvered around you, neatly backing you into a nearby tree.  Looming, he leaned in, resting his hand on the trunk over your head, the close proximity forcing you to look up to see his face.  His eyes were in shadow again, though you could see their glimmer in the dark.  “I’m bigger than you.  Taller than you.” His glittering eyes drifted languidly down your body, as he tilted his head thoughtfully.  “I call you little girl, because that is what you are, despite being born a couple of years before me.”

“A couple of years?” You jutted your chin defiantly, and softened your voice into a condescending croon.  “Four, my dearest darling.  Four is not a couple.”

He leaned even closer, and you stiffened, your back thumping against the tree as he closed the distance between you until his mouth was only thought away from yours.  When he spoke, his voice was so deep and slow that you had to sink your teeth into your lip to keep from reacting. “I guarantee you, what I lack in years, I more than make up for, in experience.”

You looked up at him mutinously, actively controlling your breathing so as not to give away how nervous his closeness made you.  “Duly noted,” you bit out, your lips thin.

One moment he was there, with you, in the dark, and the next, he had backed back into the light glowing from the old street lamps.  He tilted his head, watching you.  “Are you coming?”

You took a moment to compose yourself, then pushed off of the tree and rejoined him, the two of you walking together in silence, through your normal running route.  He walked so closely that, if you wanted, you could touch him if you moved a handbreadth, but he didn’t touch you.  You reached your door much sooner than you would have liked, though the logical part of you primly reminded that what seemed to be happening wasn’t quite normal, that it would probably be wise and best to start politely shutting him down when you saw him around, especially considering the fact that you were now co-workers.  Without thinking, you dipped an awkward little curtsey, and started toward your door, trying to make your escape.  “Well, good night!”

“Come back,” he said quietly, using the same tone of command as he had in the grocery store, and despite yourself, you found your treacherous legs turning around, carrying you back to him.  

You cleared your throat, casually brushing your hair behind your ear with your ring finger, and tried to give off the impression that you had returned of your own accord.  “Yes?”

His eyes were giving off that dark gleam again.  You could almost imagine that there were no whites, just two black voids, where his eyes should be, but instead of alarming you, that thought thrilled you with a frisson of attraction.  He reached out, and slowly wrapped his hands around your wrists.  “I want to see you again.”

You fidgeted.  “You will see me again.  We work across the street from each other.  I’m at City Hall all the time.”

He tilted his head. “You know what I mean,” he said, his voice brooking no equivocations.  

You sighed. “Why?  Do you have some sort of…damsel in distress fetish? Because any way I look at it, this flirtation?  What you’re doing?  Doesn’t make sense.  I am four years older than you.  I am poor, chubby, I live with my dad, and I’m a lowly city advocate. There’s absolutely nothing about me that should attract you.  Are you—“ here, you gasped dramatically, “–are you a chubby chaser?”

He snorted.  “First of all, you’re what, 10 lbs overweight? 15? I believe the word for that is toothsome, and believe me, all of that extra weight has settled into imminently agreeable locations.  Besides, even if you weighed more, the way I see you exercise, you’d probably lose it anyway, and you’re still quite pretty with it, all the same.  Secondly, why do you keep mentioning your age?  Am I going to spontaneously become unattractive on my 30th birthday?”  

You gaped at his bald speech, but then remarshalled your arguments, “Society makes it different for men, and you know it.”  

“I know that I’m a man. I like women.  Tall, short, chubby, slender, buxom, flat, athletic figures, hourglasses, younger than me, older than me, I like it all, and I like what I see when I look at you.  Furthermore, I like what I hear when you talk to me.  I like your pretty eyes, and your soft hair and skin, and your sweet little mouth.”

You sniffed in mock offense. “My mouth is not little, sir! It’s quite full, thank you very much! And, wait a minute, toothsome? What are you, the Big Bad Wolf?”

He laughed, eyes crinkling into crescent moons.  “No, that’s my brother.  He’s in France right now.  Listen. I think that you’re pretty, I think that you’re interesting, and I want to take you on a date.  Say yes.”

“You really are bossy, do you know that?”

“When I want something, I go for it. Besides…I’ve seen the way that you react to me.  I’m not unattractive to you.  So, there’s no problem.”

“I have cellulite.”

“No, you don’t.”

You tilted your head, and looked at him askance.  “How would you possibly know one way, or the other?”

“I don’t know if you’re aware, but those leggings you run in leave very little to the imagination.”

“I am scandalized!”

“I’m not the one wearing the skintight leggings.”

You snorted, conceding that point, but quickly pivoting to another.  “I don’t think that it’s a good idea to date a co-worker.”

“We work in different departments, and neither of us reports to the other.”

You sighed.   “I can’t really afford to date right now—“

“—What’s to afford?  If I’m asking you out, then I’ll pay.”

“That makes me uncomfortable.  I don’t like having guys pay for me.”

“Then we’ll do something free.  I would be just as happy going on a hike, on a picnic, or to the beach as I would going to dinner, or the movies, or whatever, as long as it means that I get to spend time with you.  Go out with me.”  

“Even if our first date doesn’t cost anything, eventually you’re going to want to start going out on dates that do cost money, and we’ll run into the same problem.”

“That is a very easily surmountable obstacle.”  You looked to the side, and he moved his head to catch your eye, again.  “I think you’re pretty…  Say yes.  I think that you’re interesting…  Say yes. I want to know you more…  Say yes.”

You bit your lip, running out of viable excuses.  You couldn’t pretend that you were unattracted to him, not the way that you responded every time he came near.  And you had obviously enjoyed talking to him.  You tried again.  “If I go out with you, it will cut into my exercise time.  Also, I’ve been trying to brush back up on my French—“

“I’ll teach you Korean.”

You leaned back, to get a full look at him.  “Wow.  What are you, a lawyer?” A slow grin melted its way across his face.  

“That tone sounds like a yes.  Do you have any other specious arguments for me to shoot down before we agree on terms?”

You rolled your eyes, muttering, “They weren’t specious, you’re just abnormally convincing.” Sighing again, you looked at the ground, not wanting to share your next confession, but feeling as if you had no choice.  Quietly, “I have scars.”

“We all have scars—“

You rolled your eyes, “I’m not talking about metaphorical emotional scars, I have real, literal scars.” He said nothing, waiting for you to continue.  “I had to have a couple of laparoscopic surgeries, and I…have scars from them.  All over my stomach.  Six of them, to be exact.  It’s…” you looked away, affecting a careless shrug, “…the area’s not exactly attractive, anymore.”

His grip on your wrists tightened.  “What happened?”

You pursed your mouth, not really wanting to bare your flaws to this seemingly flawless man.  On the one hand, this was the way out that you had been trying to reach, but on the other hand…it was embarrassing to have to discuss your imperfections with a relative stranger.  “I had some…tumours on my…on one of my internal organs.”  At his alarmed expression, you shook your head. “They were benign, but they…caused internal bleeding, and they almost killed me.  A few months after that surgery, my gallbladder spontaneously failed—I had jaundice and, unbeknownst to me, I was going into liver failure due to the gallstones blocking my liver duct, so I had to have an emergency cholecystectomy.”

“Well, that’s a word.”

“Isn’t it just?  So, because of, not just one, but two surgeries, I’m all marked up.”  You gave him a self-deprecatory grin.  “I like to think of myself like a real-life Nightmare Before Christmas Sally.”

“Wait a minute, didn’t you say that you had these surgeries laparoscopically?”

“Ye…es?”

“Doesn’t that mean that these scars are like, a centimeter long?”

“Well, yes, but—“

“Wow!  You’re acting like you’re Frankenstein, and you’ve got five little scars on your tummy?”

Tersely, “Six.”

His voice was sarcastic. “Oh, pardon me, six.  Look, your scars mean that you’re alive, and you’re healthy, now.  Which would you prefer, some scars here and there, or a pristine corpse?”

“Well, obviously, I would prefer the scars, but we’re not talking about me, we’re talking about a potential mate!”

He raised his eyebrow, looking at you sideways, with a flirtatious grin.  “Potential mate?”

“You know what I mean!”

“Look, all I’m asking for is one date.  If you don’t have a good time, you don’t have to do it again.  I will leave you alone, promise.”

You huffed, quickly losing the battle with his annoying Vulcan mind-logic.

“Promise?”

“Cross my heart, and hope to die.”

“Pinky swear?”

“Of course!”

You paused, fighting an internal war.  For once in your life, logic lost.  “Alright.”

“Alright?”

“Alright.”

“Alright!”

You laughed softly at his enthusiasm.  One of his hands slipped off of your wrist, reached into your hip back and pulled out your phone.  “How did you know my phone in there?”

He looked at you, disappointed.  “Please.”

You pouted, “It was a viable question.”  You waited as he programmed his number into your phone, and then texted himself.  He seemed to have trouble doing it with just one hand, as it took him a while, but when he was finished he looked up at you, and gave you a brilliant smile.  With your free hand you took back your phone, and looked down.  “Baekhyunnie?”  

He grinned, “Yes?”  

“We’re onto nicknames, already?”

“Of course, pet. So…are you free on Saturday?”

“I have to work.”

“You work on Saturdays?”

“I work Tuesday-Saturday, yes.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “What are you doing on Sunday afternoon?”

“My weekly Sunday afternoon death-nap.”

“How about a hike around the lake at Rocky Park, instead, say, 5ish?  You know…when the sun won’t be actively trying to kill us?  

You thought about it, and then nodded.  “I would really enjoy that, actually.”

“See?  We’re off to a good start already.”  

You chuckled, and looked away.  “Well…I should get inside.  My dad worries.”

Baekhyun looked reticent, but nodded.  “Okay.”

“Okay.”  You waited.  He didn’t move.  You tugged at your wrist.  “You have to let me go…”

He pouted.  “I don’t want to.”

You swung your arm. “I’ll see you on Saturday,” you placated.  

“I want to keep seeing you now.”  He poked out his bottom lip, and your heart fluttered.  Was this the same man who lit your skin on fire?  How could one man be so dominant and attractive sometimes, and others so cheek-pinchingly cute, that you wanted to feed him strawberries, read him bedtime stories, and sing him soft lullabies?  You smiled.  “Text me when you arrive home.”

Pacified somewhat, he let go of your wrist.  “Alriiight,” he sighed.  

“Have a good night.”

“Have a good night…” his voice went up at the end, indicating the fact that you had missed something.  

You chuffed.  “Have a good night, Baekhyunnie.”

“You too, pet.”

You went inside, took a shower, did your facial routine, and braided your black lion’s mane for the night.  By the time you returned to your room, you saw that you already had a text waiting when you flopped onto your bed, feet in the air.  “Made it home safely. You having a good night, like I told you?”  Alone, in the safety of your own room, you allowed yourself to react like the girlish nerd you were inside, burying your face in the pillow to muffle your squeal, and kicking your feet.  After allowing yourself a respectable amount of time to indulge your inner pre-teen, you turned over, and responded.

“Yep.  Sorry for the delay; I was in the shower.”  You yelped, and dropped the phone as it buzzed and rang, signaling an incoming video call.  Sitting up in a panic, you looked around to make sure that you didn’t have a random bra, or something equally horrific nearby, took a moment for a deep calming breath, and then languidly lay back, trying to look carefree.  You accepted the call.  “Hey.”

He was lying in bed, having changed his work clothes for a white tee shirt.  His hair was wet, too, and he looked fresh, and adorable.  “Hey.  You take your showers at night, too?”

“Well, I think that it’s gross to put a dirty body in the bed.  I actually shower at night, and in the morning.”

“Ah, I just shower at night. Should I step up my game?”

“Of course!  You need to get on my level.”  He laughed, and snuggled down onto his pillows, turning on his side.  “Meanwhile, I thought that we were going to be texting.  We video call, now?”

“Mmm.  I wanted to see you. Though it’s a bit difficult through that sheet mask.”

Your eyes widened, and you snatched the mask off of your face.  Clearing your throat, “Well, now you see me in all of my wet, make-up less glory.  Is your face melting, yet?”

“I think you look cute. Especially with that huge teddy behind you.”  Your face froze.  You had forgotten about Bruin, your 93” teddy bear that you had since you were 8.

“Uhhh…”

“So, you’re not a little girl, huh?”

You scoffed.  “Having a teddy bear doesn’t make me a little girl. What was I supposed to do, throw it away when I turned 18?!”

“And the pigtails?”

“My hair tangles when I sleep!”

“And…the onesie?”

Your entire body froze in breathless horror, as you slowly looked down the expanse of your summer kitty onesie.  You went on the attack.  “I pay taxes! I have health insurance, and I make my own doctor’s appointments!  I’m an adult!”

He crooned condescendingly, “Yes, you are, kitten!”

You wrinkled your nose. “Kitten?”

“If the onesie fits…”

You rolled your eyes. “How about no.  My ex used to call me that.”

“Well then, I should call you that even more!  That way, instead of relating it to nasty old what’s-his-tits, you will connote it with the delightful me.”

You burst out laughing. “What’s-his-tits?!”

“I call them like I see them.”

“You have never seen him.”

“I haven’t…but I feel that he has tits.”

“He did not have tits. He was pretty attractive, actually.”

“Better looking than me?”

You gave him a flirtatious sideways look, “Hey…no way!”

“Who’s taller?”

“You are.”  He nodded, and gave a smug smirk, relaxing even further into the pillow.  You watched in contented silence as his eyes began to grow heavy.  “You should go to bed.  You’re sleepy.”

“No, I’m not!”

“Yes, you are.”

“Yes, I am,” he sighed. “Sing me a lullaby.”

Your breath caught.  You turned off your bedside lamp, and then got under your sheet.  “What would you like?”

“Anything.”

“I can’t think of any lullabies.”

His eyes were closed. “Sing…anything…”

You turned on your side, and rested the phone, so that it was like he was right beside you.

Softly, softly, “You…are my angel, come from way above, to bring me love…”

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GRAB BAG IDEAS

These are loose ideas I have that I would like to write at some point. These are priced at £3 per page for the first eight pages, and then £4 per page for each page after. The flexibility of each idea varies, so make sure you're happy with how it sounds before you go for one! They're listed in order of said flexibility, from most loose to most strict. Page counts are my rough estimate for how much I could do with the idea, so they may end up being longer or shorter than listed here - if you’d like something longer, don’t be afraid to ask! Don’t know about making them shorter, though.

Bowser TF - No real concept, would just like to do one. Probably about 4 pages long.

Goron TF - Caused by Goron's Ruby, or perhaps some kind of "honorary Goron brother" ritual. Goron's Ruby plot would likely be about 4 or 5 pages, while ritual plot would be 7 or 8 pages.

Weight Gain 1 - Chubby chaser looking at pics of fat guys for...recreational purposes, finds himself becoming like the objects of his desire. Probably pretty quick and short - maybe 3 pages, 5 pages max.

Machoke TF - Subject is playing a Pokemon game. The game attempts to load up a Machoke, but there's an error, and order to "fix" the data, it takes the player into the game and turns them into a Machoke. Could feasibly work for any pokemon, but Machoke would be the biggest discount. Probably about 6 pages?

Weight Gain 2 - Guy signs up for a subscription to a plus-sized male model website - ends up becoming one of the models. Could be a quick piece, but could also be more of a slow burning one, so length would vary depending on what the commissioner wants.

Wrestler TF - Journalist for a pro-wrestling magazine gets to interview his idol, a luchadore themed Mexican wrestler. While the wrestler is out of the room, the journalist tries on a spare mask of his, and ends up transforming into the wrestler. Could possibly go NSFW, depends. Likely a pretty long one, 11 pages at minimum.

Anthro Pig TF - Guy on a road trip bumps into a chubby farmer, who decides he would make for "a good pig for the farm", and subsequently hypnotizes the guy into an anthro pig. Could be multi-part, with multiple victims of the farmer. 8-9 pages

Circus Strongman TF - Guy goes to a circus/carnival, is goaded by carnies into attempting to lift a barbell - with each attempt, he transforms more until he's become a sort of 1920s style strongman - leopard print singlet, bald head, handlebar mustache, that kinda look. Could possibly include an ethnicity change to Russian, or Slovakian - some kind of Eastern European or Nordic country. 8 pages.

Circus Clown TF - Possible spinoff/relation to previous idea. Guy goes to circus, heads to the big top where the clowns are practicing their act and ask him to watch. With every bit that makes him laugh, he changes more, and soon becomes a chubby clown. 8 pages.

Alternate Circus Clown TF - Sequel to previous idea? Guy is picked out at a performance to be a volunteer by the ringmaster (or the clown from the previous idea). As part of the act, he's put inside a small clown car that's bigger on the inside, and inside he's turned into another fat clown. 10 pages?

Weight Gain + Muscle Growth - Wannabe gainer and wannabe bodybuilder boyfriends just starting on their "workouts" have a mutual compliment/encouragement session, and discover that the more they compliment/encourage each other, the more they grow to reach their ideal body types (which are pretty extraordinary). Probably quite a long one, 12-14 pages maybe.

AP WG TF/kinda body swap? - NSFW. A young man meets a very chubby elderly man at a gay bar, who offers to give him a blowjob. The young man accepts, but during the session, the two men swap ages - the younger guy becoming older and fatter, while the old guy becomes younger and thinner. The now young guy reveals himself to be an incubus who steals life from others to keep going, but the now older man isn't too torn up about the change, since he's very happy to be a "polar bear". About 8-9 pages.

SPECIAL DEALS

These aren't so much ideas as they are alterations you can potentially apply to your idea for a bit off the price. Please note that they aren't compatible with the grab bag ideas - you can't get a grab bag idea, then apply a deal from this section to get even more off. It's one or the other.

Transformation Classroom - If you'd like your idea to be part of my Transformation Classroom series, that'll be at a discount. TF Classroom stories are usually between 7-10 pages. They'll be a full discount, like the grab bag ideas.

Author Cameo - If you can think of a way to worm yours truly into your idea, you’ll get a little bit of a discount! The discount would vary depending on the level of involvement I’d have with the plot of the story; so a little cameo at the end would mean a little bit knocked off the price, while full direct involvement would be the full discount. Sequel/Prequel/Spinoff - If you have an idea for a follow up/connection to a previous story you've commissioned (or perhaps any previous story!), I'll take 50p off the charge per page (so £3.50 for the first 8, then £4.50 for each page after).

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