#crossdressing kink

[hoffstrap-yuri]

Primadonna Girl

ao3 // masterlist

*Summary:

“I haven’t said ‘I love you’ in almost twelve hours.” “What makes you say that now?” “Just… thinking about how I want to say I love you.” “I love you too.” Mark leaned in and kissed Strahm’s cheek. Strahm took his foot off the brake and looked into Hoffman’s eyes. “Pete?” “Let’s get married.” “Peter, are you crazy?” Hoffman laughed.

*Rating: +18 for Explicit Mature Content

*Tags/Content: Crack Treated Seriously, Crack, Fluff and Crack, Fluff, Crossdressing, Crossdressing Kink, Feeding Kink, Hand Feeding, Feeding, Alternate Universe, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Humor, Smut, Gratuitous Smut, PWP, Domestic

*Status: Chapter 1 of 2/Complete. Link to Chapter Two Here.

Author's Note: You voted, you got it! A request for @markhoffmanluster who wanted more feeding and more drag Hoffman. I could never refuse the two for Mark. Running that poll was really pretty fun, I'll have to do some more in the future. But here's a little sequel to the sequel of my Hoffstrahm fake dating AU, I hope you'll enjoy!

“I love you.” Strahm curled his hands around the ends of the wig that his partner wore for him. He pressed his lips onto his and kissed him. His hands shifted to his partner’s back, taking a hold of the thick love handles he loved so dearly. He needed to drink in every last bit of his being, needed to be one with his love.

“I love you too.” His love finally responded to him, biting down on the inside of Strahm’s lip. “I love you so much… You know your lips would look prettier wrapped around my dick.”

“Shut up.” Strahm replied sternly before cracking. He smiled like a dope at the object of his affection and ran his hand across his chest. He kissed the divot in Hoffman’s chest where his neck met with his torso and sucked

“I’m going to get looks at the precinct if you don’t move that stupid mouth of yours lower.” His hand glided through Strahm’s hair

“Wear a shirt that covers your tits.” Strahm’s lips hardly left the surface of Hoffman’s skin as he spoke. He dug his knee into the space between Hoffman’s legs while the other man grinded up into him. “I love…”

“Don’t say it again. You’re gonna wear it out.” Mark’s arms wrapped his arms around the back of his neck. Strahm lifted the wig up from off Hoffman’s head and kissed along the indent in his forehead.

“I need you.”

“Need me how?” Hoffman raised an eyebrow, “You can have me right now.”

“No I mean… I need your everything.”

“You’re not making any damn sense, babe.”

“That’s okay… it’ll make sense.” Strahm sat next to Hoffman and wrapped an arm around his back

“So you just turned me on for nothing?” Hoffman teased him, palming at Strahm’s crotch.

“I can take care of you…” Strahm sat up a little before being pushed back down by the tips of Hoffman’s fingers

“No, it’s fine.” Hoffman kissed him, “I’m fine.”

“Okay.” He nodded and lazily kissed his partner back. Hoffman rolled onto Strahm’s lap and looked into his eyes. “We need to go to bed.”

“Five more minutes.” Strahm grumbled, burying his head into the crook of Hoffman’s shoulder

“No.” Hoffman hauled himself up off Strahm’s lap then helped him up onto his feet. Strahm hadn’t realized how tired he was until he swayed as he stood and his eyes fluttered. Hoffman helped him to their bed and laid at his side. His fingers found their way through Mark’s hair and in turn Mark ran his hand over Strahm’s stomach.

“I love you…” Strahm whispered, his voice muffled by the pillow his head was rested against

“I love you too.” Hoffman rested his head against the taller man’s shoulder. Strahm’s arms looped around Hoffman’s stomach and he held onto him like the slightest crack in his touch would make Mark slip from his fingers. The light woke the special agent up in the morning and he lifted his head up to look for Hoffman. As if his partner read his mind, he appeared at the foot of their bed.

“Your turn.”

“Huh?”

“The shower. We have to go to work, Agent.”

“Yeah…”

“You seem distracted.” Hoffman’s hand crept up the inside of Strahm’s thigh

“Yeah, you have that effect on me.” Strahm shot back before getting up. He turned the water on but left it as cold as he could stand it, trying to kill the morning wood he had. He was going to do it. He was going to propose. His heart pounded in his chest as he thought about it. Would Mark tell him he’d gone to far with their ruse? That he went off the deep end? He had the ring at the ready, he had a dinner reservation for the weekend… Mark knocked on the door,

“C’mon, we’re going to hit traffic if you stay in there.”

“I didn’t say you had to stay.” Strahm bit back a little

“Who else was going to tell your spoiled ass to keep moving?” Strahm heard Hoffman step away from the door. He dabbed on some aftershave and stepped out into the bedroom. His clothes were lying neatly on the bed and he could smell Mark working the toaster in the kitchen. He hurried into the outfit and shuffled downstairs as fast as he could, picking his shoes up from the entryway to throw on while he waited for his toast. The pieces popped out, and Hoffman grabbed them before throwing it onto a plate. Strahm finished tying his shoes before taking a bite and pressing his lips onto his partner’s cheek. Rather than focus on the food, Peter’s arms found their way around Hoffman’s center.

“You’re even more affectionate than usual. Hurry up.”

“We don’t have to rush. Lindsey knows.”

“I know she knows.” Mark rolled his eyes, “She wouldn’t be a very good agent if it’s taken her five months to realize her previously frigid co-worker was dating their point of contact.”

“I…” Strahm tried to rebuttal but couldn’t come up with anything more than a slightly disappointed “Yeah” at himself. His arm tightened its grip around Hoffman while his hand slid up the other man’s chest and rested against his cheek. “Let’s go out this weekend.”

“Out or out?” Mark put emphasis on the latter option

“Like I want to see your fat ass in a tight dress.” His lips hovered over Hoffman’s neck before pulling back. If they touched now, Perez wouldn’t see the two for another business day.

“It’s a date then.” Hoffman’s thumb ghosted over his boyfriend’s lips. Strahm looked down at the appendage before applying the softest of kisses onto it. Ever the romantic, Mark brought his thumb up to his own mouth and connected their kiss. “Let’s get to work.”

---

“Hey Pete. We need to talk.” Perez said as soon as Strahm walked in to their make-shift office that wasn’t so make-shift anymore.

“And a ‘good morning’ to you too.” He replied, dragging his hand across his face. He hadn’t realized just how tired he still was back at Hoffman’s house. He wishes he had listened to Hoffman about hurrying up so he had time to grab coffee before coming in. “What is it?”

“It’s about Detective Hoffman.”

“Yes?”

“I know you’ve been dating him, but we haven’t had time to talk about it. Every time I’m like ‘hey you want to go and get coffee’ you reply with something about him.”

“Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m not hurt.” She shrugged, “I’m happy you’ve found someone willing to deal with your anal tendencies.”

“I don’t have anal tendencies.”

“Peter.” She looked at him with the look of a mother ready to scold her child

“What?” He asked before more exasperatedly asking, “What?”

“For one, you fixate on something someone says and use that to try and circumvent the issue at hand.”

“I do not do…” He paused as he had a moment of self-awareness. He chose to keep his mouth shut after that.

“Uh huh.” Lindsey grinned, basking in her smug satisfaction of being proven ever so right. “But really, how is it?”

“How’s what?” He responded after logging into the work computer, “You mean the sex or…”

“Ew. No.” She gagged, “No I mean how’s the relationship going? He treat you well?”

Strahm started with a sigh, “Well he treats me like an ATM.”

“And you just let him? Talk about whipped.” She laughed mostly to herself, “Is Peter Strahm in there? Mister ‘I’m not buying a second ring for my second wife’?”

“That’s different.” He protested

“Uh huh.” She replied before Strahm shoved his head onto the desk. He didn’t want to look Perez in the eyes as he pulled his box of shame out from his pocket. “Oh my god, are you two that serious and you didn’t tell me?”

“I’m that serious.”

“Then you don’t know how he feels? Peter, I love you, but this is just asking for divorce number three.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know…” He tucked the box back into his pants, hiding the growing red flush across his face.

“Just think about it a little bit. Okay?”

“Think about what?” Hoffman’s booming voice crackled behind the two FBI agents

“His coffee order. I’m running to Starbucks. You want anything?” Perez answered for her partner

“Flat white. Venti.” He replied. He closed the distance between himself and Strahm. He rested his hand along Strahm’s shoulder before saying, “You look dead tired. It’s a good thing Lindsey here cares about you.”

“Yeah, she’s got the patience of a saint for dealing with me.” Strahm grumbled, barely lifting his head up from his shame huddle.

“I do. What do you want, Pete?”

“Red eye’s fine.”

“Got it. I’ll be back. In the meantime, you can pour over those files I have on my desk.”

“Got it.” He replied, sliding his chair away from Hoffman and over to Lindsey’s work space. He stole a small stack and handed Hoffman a similar sized stack to sift through. She turned around and headed out to get their drinks. Hoffman flipped through a file before interrupting Strahm’s concentration.

“I do have a job, Agent.” Hoffman set the file folders down on Strahm’s desk, “I’m your liaison, sure, but I do have work for the police department to do as well.” His words were bitter, but his voice was cloyingly sweet.

“Then go do your job.” Strahm huffed, “Simple solution really.”

“I don’t want to. Not right now anyway.”

“Then don’t bitch to me about it.”

“Easy Agent.” His hand rested firmly on the center of Strahm’s chest before he started circling with his fingertips, “Wouldn’t want you popping a blood vessel in that pretty face of yours.”

“Did you come here to kiss me or just piss me off?” Strahm leaned against his desk

“If I said it was both?” Hoffman smirked

“I’d tell you to go fuck yourself. I have a job to do.” Strahm threw the words back at his partner. Despite the malice laced in the words, Mark knew that Peter was all bark and no bite. He leaned in and kissed Strahm’s cheek before turning away from him. Strahm pulled him back by his wrist for one quick proper kiss on the lips before letting Hoffman slink back to his bullpen. Strahm stared at the clock in the corner of the computer. Mark was eating at his mind. His touches, the way his mouth crinkled when he tried not to smile, the way he made looking like a woman attractive… he hated him with such passion it twisted itself into an intense, perverse love. There wasn’t anyone in the world that made Peter feel this way, he had the trail of divorce papers in his path to prove it. He knew that Mark Hoffman was the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, it was just that simple to him. Lindsey came back with their drinks, dropping the red eye in front of Peter.

“How much work did you get done?”

“I flipped through a few files.” He replied, bringing the cup to his lips before taking a tentative sip. Thank god the coffee wasn’t scalding hot.

“Uh huh.” She looked the pile, “I guess three file folders over twenty minutes isn’t that bad. Let’s see if you actually retained any of that info though.” She reached over him and pulled up a document where they had been logging info for the case. She brought her arms back to her body and crossed them in front of her, waiting for Strahm to regurgitate anything. He sweated as he hit the keys for a quick ‘the’ before going back and deleting everything. ‘The victim’ and back. “You didn’t read anything.”

“No.” He sighed

“You were thinking about Hoffman?”

“Yeah.” He let out a pathetic croak

“You’re useless.” She smiled and took the folders back off Strahm’s desk and got into her own work for the day. At some point in the day, the special agent passed out. He woke up in the dead of night, Hoffman sitting across from him.

“Sleep well?”

“Yeah.” Strahm grumbled. He sat up and the suit jacket that was draped over his shoulders slid. He quickly grabbed it to prevent it from falling on the floor, knowing that Mark’s taste in menswear far exceeded Strahm’s wallet. He tucked himself back up into the larger garment, sniffing the collar to feel closer to his partner. Hoffman got up from Lindsey’s chair and came to wrap his arms in front of Strahm’s neck.

“I don’t normally get to see you sleep. You looked so peaceful not barking out orders.”

“I don’t bark out orders.”

“No, you just like dressing them up like dolls and fucking with them in hotel rooms.”

“Are we still talking about orders?”

“Maybe.” Hoffman’s lips curled up at the ends

“What time is it?”

“About 7:30. I’ve already called in an order at our Chinese place, I’ll go inside if you drive me there.”

“Okay, okay.” Strahm wiped the tired from his eyes and got into his car. He didn’t realize how warm he felt when he heard Hoffman call it ‘their’ restaurant. They had… a pattern, something tangible. Hoffman slid into the passenger seat and reached his hand over, letting it rest on Strahm’s lap. “I haven’t said ‘I love you’ in almost twelve hours.”

“What makes you say that now?”

“Just… thinking about how I want to say I love you.”

“I love you too.” Mark leaned in and kissed Strahm’s cheek. Strahm took his foot off the brake and looked into Hoffman’s eyes. “Pete?”

“Let’s get married.”

“Peter, are you crazy?” Hoffman laughed. Strahm didn’t know if this would be the end of everything if he kept going but he needed to get his feelings out there. He pulled the box from his pocket and presented it to Mark. “You are crazy.”

“This isn’t how I planned it…” He started to apologize, only to be quieted by Mark’s lips pressed onto his. His hands hovered over Hoffman’s back for a second before his partner pulled away.

“Put it on.”

“Okay.” Strahm fumbled a bit, pulling the ring from its holder and slipped it onto Hoffman’s finger. It was a simple band, but it looked so right on his finger.

“What was your plan, hm?” Hoffman couldn’t peel his eyes away from the ring

“I was going to take you to a nice restaurant and propose there.”

“Who’s saying we can’t still do that?” Hoffman shared a glance with Strahm. “Just take my ring back before we get in the restaurant, we propose and get a free dessert or something.”

“Okay.” Strahm had to laugh, the idea was so stupid, but he was willing to indulge. The two of them sat in silence for a moment before Strahm put his foot back on the brake and drove to the restaurant. Hoffman slid back out of the car as they arrived, his hand brushing over Strahm’s while Strahm put the car into park. He didn’t need to touch the agent’s hand like that, but he wanted to. He looked at his partner before going in and getting their food. Strahm waited, covering his face with his hand. He’d done it. Truly gone off the deep end. He prayed that Mark wasn’t gushing to the cashier about the ring right now as they had a spirited back and forth he could see from the car. Mark Strahm. Peter Hoffman? Mark Strahm-Hoffman… that could work, if Hoffman liked it that is. Mark came back with a slightly stained brown bag and collapsed into Strahm’s car.

“It smells so good.” He opened the bag up and stuck his whole head in.

“Don’t breathe all over my egg foo young.” Strahm gagged, pulling his head back by the roots of his hair. Hoffman bit his lip as the agent accidentally ended up slamming his head into the car headrest with more force than he intended. “Don’t tell me you’re getting turned on right now?”

“I don’t know. Something about it is hotter when I can call you my fiance.”

“Fiance?” Peter repeated the word with a slight stutter. It felt so right coming from Hoffman’s lip and caressing his ear.

“Just get us home.” Hoffman’s hand laid on its favorite spot along the inside of Strahm’s thigh. Strahm sped out of the lot and drove them home. Hoffman carefully brought the bag of food in before tossing it onto the table in front of their couch. “Do I need to get a dress on, or can you fuck me like the man that I am?” Strahm hooked his hands under Hoffman’s ass and picked him up, shoving him into a wall.

“That answer your question?” Strahm’s teeth sunk into the skin of the detective’s neck. Hoffman wrapped his legs around Strahm’s back and rested his hands behind Strahm’s head. He thrusted his hips up into Strahm’s center, desperately looking for friction. “Wait.”

“What?”

“Let me feed you while we do this.”

“Fucking perv.”

“Shut up. You’re engaged to this perv.” Peter threw it back in Mark’s face. He carefully let go of Hoffman, making sure his feet were planted on the floor before letting go of his back. He sat down at the couch and patted the spot next to him, unrolling the folds of the paper bag. Normally Strahm would ask Hoffman if he felt like starting with the egg rolls or his sesame chicken, but he didn’t have the time. He pulled a roll from the paper wrapper and pressed it up against Mark’s lips for him to eat. Hoffman took a slow bite, only for Strahm to adjust his position on the couch, leaning over Hoffman just a bit more. With one hand pressed into the center of Hoffman’s chest, Strahm forced Hoffman to eat the next bite just a little bit faster, and faster until the roll was gone. He pulled his hands away from Hoffman to get the container of fried rice from the bag. He fumbles with the tabs keeping the container sealed for a moment before taking one of the spoons from the bag and shoving it into the mountain of rice before them. “Think you can eat this whole thing and your chicken?”

“What are you going to eat?” Hoffman acted coy. He took the spoon that hovered in the space between him and Strahm and brought it up to his mouth, wrapping his fingers around Strahm’s for a second while he swallowed. He let go to let Strahm feed him some more of the side. He polished the fried rice without even a sweat, and Strahm pulled the chicken from the bag. It was lukewarm at best, but neither of them cared. Hoffman was hungry, and Strahm wanted to see his partner’s stomach bulge as he scarfed down a meal for two. He finished the sesame chicken before his head could register that he was full, so he asked “What else can you fit in me?”

“Here.” Peter broke into his egg foo young and slathered gravy onto it before shoving it into Mark’s face. Mark licked the gravy off the edge of Strahm’s fingers as he ate the other man’s food happily. His stomach gurgled, alerting the two that he had reached capacity and Strahm’s fingers slowly sunk in to the taut skin. He slowly massaged as Hoffman’s head started slowly catching up.

“Fuck.” He let out a low grumble. Strahm continued to work on moving his fingers in soothing circles over the distended belly that hung over Hoffman’s pants and rested on top of his lap ever so slightly. Strahm’s mouth worked over Hoffman’s jawline like a dog chewing on a bone. Hoffman leaned back, pressing his stomach further into Strahm’s chest as he titled his head and brought Strahm’s lips back to his. Strahm pulled away to get a breath and pull at Hoffman’s belt. It fought against Mark’s bulk until it lay on the floor next to them. He quickly undid the button of his pant and ran his fingers over the red indent that button had made on the underside of Mark’s belly.

“You’re so fucking handsome.” Strahm growled against Mark’s cheek, “Fucking Christ…” Hoffman wrapped his arms around Peter’s back and worked his legs around Peter’s hips. Strahm unzipped his fly as quick as his shaky fingers would let him and pulled his dick out. He unhooked Mark for a second to grab lube from their bedroom and threw the bottle into Mark’s hand. Hoffman eagerly coated his hand in the substance before giving Strahm a couple of quick pumps. Strahm leaned over Hoffman and pressed his lips against the other man’s neck. Hoffman took his clean hand and ran it through the slicked back hair of Strahm’s. Strahm asked, “Ready?”

“Ready.” Hoffman kissed Strahm’s lips before Strahm thrusted into him. He made a grunt as he thrusted harder into his partner, not giving Hoffman any time to adjust if he needed to. Mark’s fingers trailed up along Strahm’s back and dug in slowly to just below Peter’s shoulder blades. He rolled his back ever so slightly, getting Hoffman’s hands into a more comfortable spot as his pace sped up. Strahm’s lips hovered over Hoffman’s for a second, waiting for the moan in the back of Mark’s throat to come out from his mouth before re-establishing a second form of contact between their bodies.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” Hoffman’s teeth tugged on the inside of Strahm’s lip as his eyelids flickered shut, getting that much closer to cumming onto Strahm’s chest.

“Fuck…” Strahm came into Hoffman, not stopping his motions until he was completely spent. He used a hand to help Hoffman finish. He made a grunt underneath Strahm as he released, his lips quivering as Strahm drew out his orgasm for as long as Mark could take.

“Fuck.” Hoffman carefully readjusted the two of them so he could sit up on the couch and cupped Strahm’s face between his hands.

“I love you.” Strahm said in a low voice

“Love you too.” Hoffman leaned in and kissed him, running his thumb over Strahm’s cheek. They held onto each other for a moment before Hoffman asked, “What do you want for dinner?”

“Do we even have anything here? I thought that was the point of getting take out.” Strahm’s nose buried into the crook of Hoffman’s neck.

“I can probably throw together eggs and toast or something.” His nose rested against Strahm’s head

“I could throw that together myself.” Strahm bickered

“Just shut up and let me make it for you.”

“Fine.” He unwrapped himself from Mark and let his fiance leave his side. He flipped the TV on and waited for his meal in silence. Hoffman came back about ten minutes later with a decent sized plate and handed it to Strahm. Strahm pulled the bulkier man back down to his side and ate his dinner in silence. He set the plate down on the coffee table and wrapped an arm around Hoffman’s back, resting his other hand on the other man’s stomach. Hoffman brought his hand with the engagement ring up to Strahm’s lips. Strahm took his hand, curling Hoffman’s fingers around his and pressing his lips just above where the ring sat.

“I love you.” Hoffman’s lips hovered over Strahm’s head as he said the words

“I love you too.” Strahm replied. Strahm let go of Mark’s hand and rested his hand on his partner’s stretched abdomen once more, rubbing gentle circles over it.

“When are we getting married?” Hoffman asked him

“When can we sneak off to Atlantic City?” Strahm laughed to himself

“I think I can get away for a weekend in the next month.” Hoffman answered. His fingers gently ruffled the front of Strahm’s hair before his thumb ran over the smoothed skin of Strahm’s face scar. Strahm’s heart pounded in his chest. “The question is do you want me to wear a dress or a tux?”

“Let’s go to bed.” Strahm got up and started walking towards their bedroom

“Mrs. Marka Strahm.” Hoffman said with a satisfied smirk, following his partner as Strahm’s face grew redder than Rudolph's nose.

[sluttery-withoutshame]

Another for @ghostinyourface.

I like to pretend this is actually a leather skirt.

And I may or may not have a fanfic in the WIP folder based on this.

[kinky-pen]

Big Bimbo

Rating: Mature Pairing: HikaHaru Contains: Bimbofication kink (sort of), Weight Gain, Chubby kink, Clothing Malfunction, Button Popping, Obesity, sub!Hikaru, dom!Haruhi, Bratting, mentions of Immobility/Mobility issues. Summary: Hikaru loves being a dumb bimbo for his girlfriend. He also loves that he's eaten himself out of his tight little shorts, but he's not just going to admit he has.

It had taken so long.

Hikaru will admit that, since crossing the 500lb mark, he'd gotten extremely lazy. It was just so much work to get his bloated, heavy, blubbery body to do anything, and he just couldn't be asked.

He was just too obese and hot to be forced into taking the stairs, when most buildings had perfectly serviceable elevators - even if he did get some stunned looks from other people hoping to ride. He was too corpulent and cute to be made to walk more than a street or two, huffing and puffing all the way, when he could be sat on the couch, gaming and eating bag after bag of snacks, rubbing at his blubber with cheeto-dusted fingers as his tummy refused to be covered by his shirt.

His figure was one that demanded attention and pampering, swelling him up even bigger and breaking any "normal" scale beneath him. Not that he could see the screen anymore, not with all the fluffy paunch in the way. Still, Haruhi liked seeing it on occasion, and the cracks in the plastic during the last weigh in on that scale was just the cherry on top of the sundae...

... Fuck, he could go for a couple pints of ice cream about now, loaded with chocolate and cookie dough. Probably good timing, honestly. It wasn't that unusual anyway, lunch had been a good hour ago, and his hands were grabby for something more to stuff with.

Still, he was proud he actually managed to do it! And what was "it"?

"Oh my God, Hika, are you kidding me?" Haruhi huffed, lips quirked in mirth at the scene in front of her and cheeks red, "I can't believe they got passed your fat thighs."

"I don't know what you mean," He answered, doing his best to play the unaware little idiot, "These still totally fit."

The shorts really didn't.

Hikaru looked a sight. His immense thighs were fully out, showing off angry, red stretch marks which only displayed the speed at which he'd eaten himself to a quarter of a ton. They were hot pants, after all, but even so, the seams on the sides were pulled as taught as you could imagine, fraying open at the widest, plumpest roll of his hips and settling below a truly impressive muffin top.

The crowning glory, however, was the undone button and zip, which allowed his vast gut ample space to spread and droop over the denim. From the front, you could barely tell he was wearing anything at all, hidden by the soft heft. He had something of an apron belly, but honestly, when you reach a certain point of fat, gravity just makes it droop no matter what.

"Oh, really?" Haruhi challenged, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, babe. It's not like I've put on much weight, after all. Still sexy as ever," He teased.

Both of them knew that was a lie, not even the biggest idiot could be so blind that they didn't realise they were over 500lbs. Especially not when they couldn't even tie their shoes without their engorged tummy getting in the way. But, it was the idea that got them both off; a pretty little dummy too braindead to notice hundreds of pounds of fat piling on their frame.

"Well, then why are your shorts open, babe?" Haruhi asked with a toothy grin, "I don't think you can get them buttoned over all this belly."

She stepped forward, grabbing thick handfuls of his flab and shaking them. For a moment, they both just watched the ripples, the rolls bouncing, how the stretch marks around his belly button moved and stretched. Hikaru couldn't help but be so incredibly hard at his own body, the evidence of his laziness and gluttony. Haruhi felt the same and, if he knew his girlfriend (which he did), she was probably thinking about all the way she could get off on just his lard-filled stomach - never mind his fuckable tits, his waddle-causing thighs.

"That's just the style I'm going for," He excused, "I could close them if I wanted to, Haru."

Haruhi just gave him that condescending look that set every part of him ablaze. Like she wanted to take away everything that could make his poor little brain overwork itself. Like all she really needed him to do was sit, game, and get even fatter than he was now.

"Whatever, I just wanted to get a little snack, because it's been way too long since lunch and I'm hungry again," He explained, waddling over to the fridge.

"An hour is too long?" She laughed, but he could feel her heated gaze on his massively overfed ass.

He made sure to give her the best view of it possible as he bent at the waist, searching the freezer for the fully loaded ice cream he knew was in there. His belly hang hit his knees, but the denim cradled the swell so nicely, pushing it out a bit further than it'd naturally go. It'd been months since he was able to see his feet at all, even if he pushed down and squished at his lard, but to see it push out even farther was so incredibly attractive.

"Ugh, why is the bottom draw so far away," He lamented, spreading his legs apart wider in an effort to get a little closer to his prize. That was, actually, not for show - he wasn't lying about it being too long from lunch, and he really wanted his ice cream.

He wanted nothing more than to bloat up even further with sweet, thick cream. Put away so much and then still act like he had no idea why he was so big - like he didn't think he was big at all.

"Maybe because you're getting too fat to bend down, now?" Haruhi offered, "Oh, but you said you haven't gained weight. Right, fatass?"

Hikaru shuddered. He couldn't help it, he adored Haruhi allowing herself to bully him. It'd taken a lot of conversation, and now he was enjoying the fruits of it all. It didn't help that the shudder caused his rolls upon rolls to jiggle even more, aware so keenly of his girlfriends love of how much of a pig he was.

He'd be a prize one, after all. One that broke records. Haruhi's blue ribbon piggy that just got more and more lard filled each time he was seen in public.

"That's right!" He asserted, "But... Can you get this for me? It's way too much work to bend over so far."

Again, not really a lie. He was huffing and puffing, a bit out of breath, just from the mere task of getting himself more to eat. How fucking hot of him.

Haruhi did, with a cluck of her tongue that managed to be both sympathetic and degrading. He backed up a couple of steps to allow her access to the freezer, he was much too wide for her to simply reach around anymore.

"I wanted a couple of pints of that new ice cream we got," He informed, hands rubbing at his belly as it grumbled in anticipation, "The one with cookie dough and chocolate chips."

She did as she was asked, handing the cartons to him with a spoon. He weighed up the pros and cons of eating it on the sofa, but all that time spent waddling to the living room, when it could be used for stuffing his plump face even further, wasn't that appealing.

"Let me guess, the shirt was also a crop top when you bought it? And it's totally not stretched out so much you can't tell what the graphic is even meant to be?" Haruhi pushed a little further, watching intently as Hikaru loaded up his spoon and pushed it through his plush lips, cheeks puffing up even further with the food.

"It shrunk in the dryer," He lied, mouth full of food, tone as obstinate as a brat like him could be, "It's cute a little cropped."

A little was the understatement of the century. That shirt had refused to go over more than his tits for the past month, and now it was showing a little underboob. Fuck, he was getting so obese. A BMI of nearly 80 was no joke, outdated system or not.

Not to mention, he was still gaining. He wasn't going to stop, just because he had some clothing malfunctions and was now too fat for his gamer chair. That's what couches were for, even if theirs let out a dissatisfied groan whenever he sat on it.

Imagine if, one day, he was heavy enough to break the fucking couch. He was already turning into such a blob, might as well go all out. He could stay in bed all day, eating and eating, and Haruhi could use him as she pleased - not like he'd be able to even stand up at that point, pinned down by his own blubber.

He'd just eat and eat until he broke the bed.

Haruhi interrupted his gorging for a moment, barely half way through the first pint, which he was sure to immediately whine about. He was just so hungry, after all.

She didn't answer his whimpers, however, just tugged at the flaps of his shorts in an effort to close them.

"Come on, suck in," She instructed, "If these can close, and stay closed while you eat your "little snack", then I'll agree you're still as "thin" as ever."

Hikaru bit down a grin. Honestly, he didn't think they'd button now, let alone after bloating from the first of his between-meal binges, but hey. He was sure Haruhi was thinking of ways to make this even more interesting.

"Duh, I'm right about this," He assured, but sucked in as far as he physically could anyway.

He looked down as Haruhi tugged and tugged, watching the ripples in his softness, realising that, even sucking in as far as he could, he still had no hope of seeing his toes. His fat was so soft and mouldable, grown from sugar and overabundance, combined with no exercise.

She really was trying her hardest to get that little button in the hole. She grunted with the effort, lip between teeth, and Hikaru couldn't help but associate that with the last time they fucked - Haruhi ruthlessly pounding into him as he could only moan and cry around the gag in his mouth.

"You getting hard isn't going to give me more fabric to work with," She reminded him. Hikaru could only grin at that, admiring how valiantly she was trying, sucking in until the very hidden muscles of his abdomen were screaming for release.

He wasn't uncomfortably hard, but he was definitely getting very turned on at the spoils of his gluttony and indulgence.

With a lot of strength and, possibly, a miracle, Haruhi finally managed to wrestle the button into the hole. There was no hope of zipping the shorts up - tan, doughy fat quickly made sure of that by pulling the zipper teeth as far apart as physically possible.

Slowly, as carefully as he could, Hikaru breathed out.

The waistband was unbearably tight, cutting it almost like a corset, but his fat was eager to spread and expand to other places in hopes of escape. His upper belly was a veritable shelf, pushed up and proud, while his lower belly looked so massively plump. The words "muffin top" seemed too miniscule to apply, everything looking like sausage meat trying to escape its wrapper.

God, didn't he feel like a pig. A dumb, fucking sexy one at that.

"See," He huffed and puffed, feeling the immensely tight fabric almost groan, "Still fits... as good as... ever..."

"And you aren't out of breath from trying to get 2XL shorts to button over your gut?" Haruhi laughed, "You didn't even do the work, you just sucked in."

Hikaru defiantly took a bite of ice cream, determined to earn whatever Haruhi had in mind. It seemed that a small bite was all it was going to take, however.

The button burst off the shorts, Hikaru nearly moaning as he felt the surge of fat and its heaviness as it drooped over the useless flaps once more. He could still feel rippling jiggles, the movement of it all so sensual as the flavour of the sugar and cream glided along his tongue.

This was what he was meant to be, a pretty pig in lipstick and too small shorts, all for his feeder's viewing pleasure. All for Haruhi to fondle, bite and suck.

With her dark eyes burning into him, her lips quirked in a cruel and devious smile, he did what he always did when this aroused...

He took another bite.

[vanillachaiwhiskey]

i'm going to be a really pretty boy for my owner before he slices me up and drains me of blood and empties out my organs and cooks up my flesh <3

[id: a moodboard consisting of the following: a plate of sliced, cooked meat with very visible juice; a red-tinted photo of a leather-gloved hand holding a knife as though to stab someone; an assortment of dark red cosmetics including lipsticks and eyeshadow; a silver folding knife with a finely-patterned handle; a person with breasts wearing a sleeveless black latex dress with straps connected by o-rings, reminiscent of a harness; sliced, cooked meat with herbs for garnish beside it. end id.]

[gerec]

Hi, I’ve always been fascinated by the idea of Erik with a dress. Do you know some fics with him like that? Thank you so much.

Surprising that there aren't way more fics with Erik in a dress given that spectacular deleted scene but here you go - I hope you enjoy:

Sequins and Fishnet Stockings by CaptainCupkirk

Erik finds out about the illusion Charles showed Angel in the strip club, and being the good boyfriend he is, he prepares a little surprise for Charles...

Kleider Machen Leute by Cylin (unfinished)

In which Charles has *definite* ideas about what is homosexual what is not. After all, he does enjoy women. Then comes Erik, who's known nothing but pain and revenge for most of his life. He knows he's powerful and his fantasies have always been of violence. He's a virgin with severe intimacy issues. He's in love with Charles. He would do anything. And Charles- Well, Erik is nothing like he expected. But what Charles wants, he gets. Still, it is so much easier to convince himself if Erik could dress up as a woman...wear a dress.

Lace (The Erik Remix) by annejumps

Erik's not sure when or why he started getting interested in this. He's also not sure what Charles will think of it.

Anytime, Anyplace by soulfulmags

“So are you going to share, Charles? You can’t say I’ve never looked more beautiful and then not tell me.” Erik leans forward his chest presses into Charles until his back is against the door.

Charles smiles, quite frankly beams, with delight as he catches on. “Oh, darling I do apologize.” His breathing quickens when he asks with a dare in his eyes, “Do you want me to show you?”

Never Looked More Beautiful by SnailFarm

Charles could make lovemaking filthy and fucking holy, and it could never feel anything but right. Charles was a miracle.

[ladyalexas-sissyhaven]

[dolll-world]

[personal-archive2]

I put myself in drag makeup to practice and get ready for a show tomorrow and I look so fucking sexy but if I jerk off about it I WILL just pass out without washing off my makeup :(

[hoffstrap-yuri]

Primadonna Girl

ao3 // masterlist

*Summary:

“I haven’t said ‘I love you’ in almost twelve hours.” “What makes you say that now?” “Just… thinking about how I want to say I love you.” “I love you too.” Mark leaned in and kissed Strahm’s cheek. Strahm took his foot off the brake and looked into Hoffman’s eyes. “Pete?” “Let’s get married.” “Peter, are you crazy?” Hoffman laughed.

*Rating: +18 for Explicit Mature Content

*Tags/Content: Crack Treated Seriously, Crack, Fluff and Crack, Fluff, Crossdressing, Crossdressing Kink, Feeding Kink, Hand Feeding, Feeding, Alternate Universe, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Humor, Smut, Gratuitous Smut, PWP, Domestic, Slight Slob Elements

*Status: Chapter 2 of 2/Complete. Link to Chapter One Here.

Author's Note: You voted, you got it! A request for @markhoffmanluster. Wooweeanother chapter. This one is equally as horny as the first chapter. Let me know if you want the hoffstrahm wedding one day. Who knows I may write it. And a huge thank you to dixxiemaegraphics for feeding Hoffstrahm/Coffinshipping fans, literally couldn't have written this without motivation from your art. As always enjoy!

“Okay, you can turn around now.” Hoffman finished clasping the earring into his ear and fluffed up the ends of his wigs. He clasped his clutch purse in front of himself as Strahm turned to face him. “Say something, honey.” Rather than say anything, Strahm took a step towards Hoffman and pressed his lips onto his partner’s. The rouge matte lipstick slid across Strahm’s teeth as their kisses turned into something more passionate, staining the edges of Hoffman’s lip.

“You’re gorgeous…” Strahm pulled away and looked at him, his hands wrapped around the sleeves of Hoffman’s coat.

“Like the kind of woman you’d propose to?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” Hoffman pulled him back in by the flaps of his collar and kissed him

“C’mon.” Strahm cleared his throat, pulling away from Hoffman. “We’re going to be late for our reservation.”

“Okay.” He let Strahm go and wiggled the engagement ring off his finger. He handed it back to Strahm and Strahm tucked it into the ring box, placing it in his pocket. He hooked his arms around one of Strahm’s as they walked to the car. Strahm opened the door for his bride and closed it before getting into the driver’s seat. Immediately, Hoffman’s hand rested on the inside of Strahm’s thigh. With his free hand he toggled the radio and hummed along to the love songs in a slight falsetto. He rested his head on Strahm’s shoulder and looked up at him like a ditsy woman head over heels in love with her man. Hoffman whispered something against Strahm’s neck while they waited at a stop light that he couldn’t make out. He was doing everything in his power to drone out the attempts from Hoffman to seduce him while he was operating a vehicle and Hoffman knew this which made his insistence that much hotter to the both of them. Strahm finally pulled the car up to the valet and got out of the car, walking around to get Hoffman out before handing the keys off to the driver.

“Pulling out all the stops for me.” Hoffman spoke in his falsetto, wrapping his hands around Strahm’s arm. He pressed his lips onto Strahm’s cheek for a quick peck as they approached the host about their reservation. She checked the notes in the reservation, hiding a smile behind the menus while escorting the couple to their table. Strahm pulled out the seat for his girlfriend as she crossed her legs and sat down. “Thank you dear.” Peter sat across from his lovely lady as she rested her head against her knuckles on the table. Hoffman picked up a menu and flipped through it, looking over at Strahm on the other side. “Honey, you’re so nervous. You’re not normally like this.”

“I know, I know.” Strahm replied rather absentmindedly. Hoffman pushed Strahm’s menu down before dropping the falsetto and telling him

“You’ve done it once agent, it should be easier this time.” Hoffman’s lips curled on the ends into a slight smirk. “Do you need some help?”

“Help?” Strahm asked. The front of Hoffman’s shoe pressed into his crotch slowly. Strahm cleared his throat as he adjusted himself under the table and reached for his water glass.

“Something the matter, hon?” Hoffman’s falsetto back in full effect as she batted her eyelashes at her partner.

“No.” He let out a weak cough

“Good.” She pulled her foot back towards her and kept browsing

“Fucking tease.” Strahm muttered under his breath, making Hoffman’s face light up from behind the menu. Strahm slid his hand halfway across the table cloth and Hoffman met him in the middle, putting her right hand on top of his left. He brought her hand up to his lips as they got interrupted by the waiter. She pulled her hand back as she ordered, playing with the edge of her coat before letting it fall off her shoulders. Strahm started staring at Hoffman’s collarbones, wishing his face could be buried in his neck while he held him. Hoffman brought a hand up to her mouth and quietly cleared her throat as the waiter asked Strahm what was it that he wanted to drink. Strahm ordered a bottle of champagne for the two of them and the waiter ran to grab the bottle, knowing he was intruding on their moment. He brought back the bottle for them and two flutes before pouring them each a glass. Immediately Hoffman brought it up to her lips and watched as Strahm watched her drink. She turned the flute into a shot glass and set it down on the table and leaned in towards Strahm.

“Can’t keep your eyes off me, huh?”

“You should know damn well by now how I feel.” Strahm grumbled. She reached her hands out across the table to take his. He met her in the middle of the table and watched as she ran her thumbs over the back of Strahm’s veiny hands. “I love you…”

“I love you too.” Hoffman answers in his natural voice before the waiter stops back at their table to get their food order. They got their order in and Hoffman ran his fingers through the strands of his wig. Strahm leaned across the table and pressed his lips onto Hoffman’s. He wrapped his arms around the back of Peter’s neck and bit on his lip softly.

“So enamored with me.” Hoffman smiled as Strahm shoved himself back into his seat. “I’m sure there’s eyes on us right now, Agent. Aren’t you embarrassed? That’s the kind of behavior for a hotel room.” Hoffman teased Strahm. He saw Strahm play with the waistband of his pants, his smirk only growing. “Should I move my chair next to you? Would that make you act more like a man in charge of his sexual urges?”

“Maybe.” He took a deep breath, trying to make his body sit still when everything in him was screaming to pull Hoffman into the bathroom and fuck him five ways to Sunday.

“You’re so fucking cute like this, honey.” Strahm watched the words slid off Hoffman’s plush lips letting out a growl from the back of his throat. After a quick glance to make sure that he wouldn’t be in the waitstaff’s way, Hoffman pulled his chair besides Strahm and rested his hand against the inside of Strahm’s thigh. “Whisper in my ear, tell me what you want to do to me.” Strahm leaned into Hoffman’s ear before telling the other man,

“I want to pick you up off your seat and throw you into a stall and fuck you until you couldn’t manage to say anything but my name.” His breath trailed down Hoffman’s neck

“And I get a proposal out of you tonight?” Hoffman stared at his partner’s lips, running the edge of his tongue over his own. The waiter brought their plates to them, Hoffman waved him off with a hand. Strahm grabbed his silverware and started cutting into Hoffman’s steak for him. Hoffman tucked his feet over one another under the chair and pursed his lips, waiting for the fork to make contact. Strahm put the knife in his right hand down on the table and gave Hoffman’s leg a squeeze under the table. While he fed his partner the meat, his hand ran over the smooth leggings Hoffman had on before touching the edge of the thigh garter the man was wearing. His hand trailed up further into the inside of Hoffman’s dress as he shoved the fork more forcefully towards the man. Hoffman ate the food with grace and a control that Strahm was losing by the minute as he kept feeding Mark.

“Honey, it’s not fair you haven’t had a bite of your meal.” He reached over Strahm’s arms and fed Strahm a piece off his plate. Strahm quickly swallowed it down before Hoffman pressed the tines of the fork against his lips. “Don’t just consume it, enjoy it. Tell me what it tastes like.”

“Fine.” Strahm let a breath escape against the metal, warming the tips of Hoffman’s fingers.

“That’s my good boy.” She purred, running her forefinger along Strahm’s jawline. Not one waiter seemed to want to do a table touch on the couple. That was fine for the both of them. They didn’t need anyone seeing the way they fawned over each other. Hoffman finished his meal first, Strahm had practically shoveled it into Hoffman’s greedy mouth. His stomach slightly peaked out from under his dress but it wasn’t enough for either of them. “I look like I could be about two months along.”

“Yeah, you do.” Strahm’s hand hovered over the distended gut and started massaging it slowly, “What else do you want?”

“Hm.” Hoffman thought for a moment, “Give me whatever it was you had. That looked so good.”

“Okay.” Strahm unhooked his hands from Hoffman’s body and called a waiter over. The waiter quickly took the order and ran back off to the kitchen.

“Thanks, hon.” She pulled on Strahm’s tie and kissed him on the lips. “You spoil me and the babies.”

“Just think about what dessert you want after that.” Strahm’s fingers sunk in slowly to the slightly taut skin and massaged the bump sitting on Hoffman’s lap. With his free hand, he slid the dessert menu into Hoffman’s reach, who took it without so much as a second thought.

“Let’s see… Oh they have opera cake.”

“Okay.” Strahm replied, “What else?”

“You know I’d never say no to something with more chocolate.” Her lips casually skirted the side of Strahm’s face, leaving only the slightest hint of her lipstick along his sideburns. She pressed her thumb into his cheek to smear the evidence of her lingering and maybe hide it. Though she didn’t do a very good job of it. She wanted everyone in that restaurant to know that he was hers. The waiter dropped the plate off in front of the couple and nearly ran off before Strahm put in a dessert order. He ran off to the kitchen as Strahm slid to the edge of his seat and pushed it away. Hoffman dropped her fork on the plate, pretending to be shocked as he got down on one knee. “Honey?”

“I love you…” Strahm started, realizing that after his impromptu proposal in the car the other day he’d lost the script he had in his head. He took a deep breath before continuing his proposal. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you by my side… There’s no one else in this world that makes me feel what I feel for you.” Hoffman rolled his eyes at Strahm “Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” She hopped up from her seat as the tables around them quietly cheered. He wrapped his arms around his fiance and kissed her before slipping the ring onto her finger. They sat back down and the waiter brought them their desserts, putting one plate in front of one person. Strahm pushed his plate towards Hoffman before the waiter could come back with their bill. He took the bill when it was presented and handed it back with his credit card in, not daring to look at the total until he needed to see how much to tip. Hoffman took his chin in between his forefinger and thumb and directed his gaze onto him as he ate the dessert. His eyes widened as felt a tug in the back of his dress that turned into a subtle rip. Peter ran his hand along Hoffman’s back and found the hole that was starting to grow as Hoffman took breathes in between bites of his dessert. The dress was form-fitting, but neither of them realized how much give the fabric lacked. Strahm carefully wrapped Hoffman’s jacket around his shoulders, hoping the zipper didn’t give out until they could get to his car. Hoffman got up from his seat carefully before slipping his hand into the coat pocket of Strahm’s where the valet ticket lied. He whispered into Strahm’s ear, “I’ll meet you by the car.” Strahm ended up watching her walk across the restaurant, cradling her stomach like she was actually pregnant. He met Hoffman outside and wrapped his arms around his stomach, sinking into the swollen gut. Hoffman let out a noise that made him cover his mouth using his wristlet to the shock of both men. When the valet driver pulled their car up, Strahm held the door open for his ‘new’ fiance and let her slide in before walking over to the driver’s side and getting into his car. Hoffman ran his thumb over the band, feeling as though he had been missing something while they had dinner together. He rested his hand against the gear stick and let Strahm’s fingers interlace with his. The lights of the city rolled over the dark car’s roof before Hoffman looked over at Strahm and said in a low voice,

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” Strahm tried to hide his smile to himself, but it didn’t work. Hoffman’s lips were on the edge of Strahm’s within seconds as his dork of a fiance was trying to stifle his smile.

“What’s the matter?”

“Huh?”

“Normally, you’d get halfway across the bridge back into Jersey and need to jump me, but we’re almost home already.”

“Who said I didn’t want to jump you?” Strahm looked over at him when they were at a stoplight.

“Give me something now… So I know I’m not just your public fuck toy.”

“Okay.” Strahm slid the car into the nearest parking lot and turned the car off. He reached over the console and put a hand just below the growing bulge in Hoffman’s dress. His lips reached out and made contact with the foundation laden cheek before trailing his lips along his partner’s cheekbones. He rested against Hoffman’s temple, leaving a quick peck before whispering in his ear. “That enough fro you?”

“For now.” Hoffman turned and nuzzled into the side of Strahm’s face before the driver pulled away. They pulled into the driveway of their home and got to the front door when Strahm’s arms wrapped around the space between Hoffman’s growing tits and his already bulky belly. He rested his head on his partner’s shoulder while the tumbler in the lock flipped. Hoffman pulled him by the collar of his shirt into their house before spinning around on his heels to give him a proper kiss. His hand glided over Strahm’s chest as they kissed before Strahm shoved him carefully onto the couch. “Got something in mind?”

“Wait here.” Strahm leaned over Hoffman as he said it before backing off and heading to the kitchen. Hoffman crossed his leg over his lap as he waited, tapping his nails onto the side table. Strahm brought a cake out and put it on the floor in front of Hoffman. Hoffman reached down for the cake only to have Strahm swat his hands away. Hoffman raised an eyebrow at the agent before he pulled on the front of Hoffman’s dress and dropped him onto his knees. “Eat it. Since you want to be such a pig in public.”

“Fine.” Hoffman smirked, pushing his hair back behind his shoulders as he leaned forward and dove face first into the cake. Strahm got down besides him. Hoffman heard the snap of an elastic band around Strahm’s wrist before feeling the wig being pulled back into a rather amateur ponytail. If this was Strahm’s plan all along, he could’ve just asked Hoffman to tie his hair up. God knows how many times he did Angie’s hair for her. Still, that wouldn’t be nearly as gratifying as the way Strahm’s hands slid underneath Hoffman while he grazed at the pastry in front of his face. “Can’t keep them off me, huh?”

“Shut up and eat.” Strahm’s lips brushed against the back of Hoffman’s ear before pressing a kiss onto his skin. Hoffman arched his back slightly as he shivered from Strahm’s touch. He continued to shovel cake into his mouth, getting the sloppy mixture of excessive frosting and pastry onto his dress. Strahm’s hands dug into his stomach that dangled in front of him.

“I mean what kind of pervert would let a man like you touch him like this?” Hoffman smirked, “Shit you might even be more nasty than I am.”

“Says the bitch who looks pregnant.” Strahm bit back, sliding his hands back to Hoffman’s ass before giving his ass a firm squeeze.

“Treating me like a fucking princess.” Hoffman let a moan slip from his mouth as he finished the dessert in all its decadent glory. Strahm hiked the edge of the dress up well past the curve of Hoffman’s ass and pulled himself out of his pants. He slowly played with the edge of Hoffman’s panties before pulling them down to his knees and shoving himself into his fiance. He wrapped his hands around the front of Hoffman’s legs as he thrust into him. “Fuck Peter…” Strahm made a short acknowledging grunt as he kept chasing his climax. “God you’re fucking going at me like a bitch in heat, Pete.”

“And you’re begging for it like you want to carry my children.” Strahm’s teeth dug into the back of Hoffman’s neck as he quickly moved his hand onto Hoffman’s dick. “Cum for me…” He tried his best to keep his pumps consistent with the rhythm of his thrusts but lost it when Mark’s moans filled his head with just enough to drive him over the edge. Hoffman adjusted himself slightly and wrapped his fingers over the back of Strahm’s hand and moved the appendage up and down himself for Peter. He came into the other man’s hand before taking it and licking his cum off it, making sure to run his tongue along the edge of Peter’s middle finger. “Fuck…” Strahm pulled out of Hoffman and laid down on the floor next to him. Hoffman adjusted the bottom of his dress so that he was slightly decent again before plopping down on top of Strahm’s chest. “Come the fuck on, you’re getting cake all over me.”

“Oops.” Hoffman smirked, rubbing himself up against Strahm’s dress shirt. Strahm kissed the crown of his head before taking the wig off of Hoffman’s head and running his fingers through Mark’s hair. “I love you…”

“Love you too.” Strahm whispered quietly to Hoffman

“You know.” Hoffman’s finger swirled across Strahm’s chest. “You didn’t answer me the other day.”

“About?”

“About whether or not you wanted me in a wedding dress.” Hoffman smirked

“I…” Strahm started to stammer

“Easy.” He rested his fingertips against Strahm’s lips, effectively silencing him. Strahm in turn puckered his lips, kissing his partner’s finger. Hoffman took his finger off Strahm’s lips and kissed him back.

“Thought I told you I’d think about it.” Strahm returned Hoffman’s sass

“Hurry it up, I can’t stay engaged forever.” Hoffman’s lips moved across Strahm’s face before giving his cheek a quick peck. He ran his thumb over his jawline before looking into Strahm’s eyes and saying once more, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[sluttery-withoutshame]

Hey @spacedoutman, if you’re interested in reading the one I called him a barbie doll come to life?

[goddesscirlla]

This is interesting

But you'll be forgetting it soon enough

when I break you😈

[vanillachaiwhiskey]

moodboard for stuff my owner would feed me and make me wear <3

i can imagine him sliding the garter up my thigh only for him to have to loosen it a bit to get it up as high as it went the last time i tried it on. it digs into my squishy thigh - not in a way that hurts, but in a way it definitely wouldn't on a thinner person.

likewise, my pudgy belly hangs over the waistband of the skirt and he squeezes it with one hand while feeding me cake balls with the other, telling me i'm a good boy for eating what he feeds me, getting bigger and softer for him.

[id: a moodboard consisting of the following: a red lava cake with a large amount of powdered sugar; a white studded leather garter with a heart-shaped o-ring; a red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting; a pastel pink crop sweater with a heart shaped hole in the upper chest; a pleated white skirt with small red hearts along the edge; pink and white striped stockings; red heart-shaped waffles with strawberries and powdered sugar; a pink collar and leash set with a black chain; red velvet cake balls with white chocolate coating and heart shaped sprinkles. end id.]

[thea296]

Guilty

Its so fun getting it from a real girl

[pinkfemgurl]

"Now if you don't want me to post this photo on all of your own accounts, when I hit record you'll say this word for word when I ungag you: "Oh please lock my little clitty in a chastity cage, this pathetic little toy wants to be permanently useless and emasculated at all times. I want to be owned sooo badly!" And don't forget to smile at the end of saying all that~ Also, after you say that I'm going to grab the smallest cage I have and lock it on you. You won't be able to run from me after that~"

[supremegoddessamandas-blog]

Send mistress a text to get owned and locked up😈🔐

[makehimyourgirlfriend]