#fat face fa

[7fatweeb]

[dimensional-fatty]

Artorias, Mordred, and Morgan stuffing their face.

[fairytsuk1]

Waitwaitwaitwait but what if r was sating akatsuki but wasn't into degradation and stuff. Like she prefers praise and nice stuff like that

katsuki with a soft!gf

katsuki groans against you, your poor twin bed creaking under the shared weight of you two. he's not exactly gentle as he litters your body with marks of his own. he leaves two, one near each breast and one on the right of your thigh, before he dove his face in and ate you out like a man starved.

"taste fuckin' delicious," he groans, hand grabbing your chin to kiss your plush lips. he smirks wickedly when he pulls away, "you agree?"

you immediately kick at him with a flushed face, "you're so nasty, katsuki."

"you still want me," he huffs quietly as he settles back on his haunches, tapping your thigh to flip over. "plus, I can't help it when you're spread out fa' me like this. you're dripping, baby. look so fuckin' sexy."

his hand smooths comfortingly down the curve of your back, encouraging you to arch further as you wiggle your ass enticingly. katsuki watches enraptured, cock hard and smearing precum against his navel.

"please," you beg instinctually. your head turns to pout at him with needy eyes, "fuck me, katsuki. wanna feel it."

his red eyes rake over you adoringly as he adjusts, fisting himself with a hiss as his head tips back toward the ceiling. he refocuses with a heavy breath, nudging your knees wider, "yeah, gladly, baby."

it's only the tip, but you're already caving for him with a broken whimper. your head stuffs itself into the pillows, and your boyfriend can only chuckle as he squeezes the fat of your ass.

"relax, you've taken it before," he croons softly as he bullies another inch into you. "can feel how much you like it, squeezing me so tight. gonna cream this dick, hm? fuck, you're so beautiful."

the last part comes out just a bit softer and more loving as he squeezes your hard that flies back for comfort. he interlaces your fingers, hand holding yours tenderly as his hips snap against yours. the skin on skin is so loud and lewd that you hope no one can hear, but the thought is fucked out of you as katsuki loses himself in your gummy walls.

"katsuki, oh, ohmygod!"

"what, baby? c'mon, tell me."

your man only grins as you babble to him, but he only noses your neck and kisses you to remind you he's there and loves you. your eyes roll back and he feels a hot rush of pleasure course down his spine. god, he'll do anything you ask.

you'll say katsuki's pussy-whipped, and he'll never deny it, only looking away with pink cheeks and ears.

[someonegoood]

MY WHOLE LIFE pt. 1 ✫ mason mount

part 1, part 2, final part.

in which you have a fat crush on your brother’s best friend, without getting much success. (brother’s best friends troop).

CONTAINS: brother’s best friend troop, angst & fluff ! age gap, arguments...

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is my first work here but anyways i hope you guys like it ! maybe I'll do a part 2...

You watch proudly in his shirt as you clap in the game's first minutes, chanting while taking pictures of him.

The first half was pretty equal, with some shots from both teams but neither could score. You could see that Mason was getting nervous. He stopped his movements abruptly when the referee called for a corner and looked at the crowd, his eyes sparkling with tenseness.

He gazed down at where his family (and therefore also yours) was and licked his lips. You couldn't help but wonder what would your brother think of your little —huge— crush on his childhood best friend.

In the 34th minute, he passed the defenders and tried to score with a pass from Ben Chilwell, making the goalkeeper lose his balance and thus scoring.

You celebrated the goal screaming it to your brother's face and he couldn’t help but smile at you, happy that you were having a good time. Your cheeks were red after Mason approached the stands and celebrated the goal, dedicating a kiss to where you were.

And that was the effect that Mason Mount had on people, especially you.

Mason was your brother's best friend, you had known him for years. It was a stupid crush that all your friends grew out of but not you. You had to keep drooling every time he was near you, that being almost every day because your brother had him over to dinner nearly every night.

You remember the day the Mount family moved next to your house, a loud and proud British family— Debbie and Tony, Stacey, Lewis and Mason. The day after they had moved in, Debbie and Tony turned up outside your door, asking if your older brother was interested in playing football with Mason.

It didn’t take long for your brother to become close to Mason, both at the cusp of boyhood. Their friendship only bloomed from there.

After spending almost every weekend watching your brother and Mason training, to spending most afternoons around the Mount house playing, you felt like family.

You always found yourself drawn to the boy next door although he was away a lot of the time, playing different matches and training. Mason’s natural affinity and talent for the game, ensured the quality of his skills.

He was slightly older so no doubt he found you childish and would always moan when his parents made him spend time with you.

—Mom, not again! I don't want to play with her, she's boring! —Mason exclaimed with an expression of obvious annoyance on his face.

Mason's mother was the first to figure out your crush on the boy. She first noticed it when you joined the Mounts at a family dinner when you were around thirteen.

Both families were playing football, as usual, while the adults were preparing supper. When you had the ball you felt your body lean way too far back and Mason tried to act on impulse, stretching his body to catch you in time.

—Hold on to me! —Mason exclaimed, extending his arms towards you. However, the weight of the fall was too much, and in an instant, they were both on the grass, in some sort of mess.

—Mase, God, I'm so sorry! I dragged you with me! —you apologized, feeling the blood rise to your cheeks, turning them crimson red.

He brushed the grass off his jacket with an angry expression. —Well done. First minutes into the game and you're already annoying.

—Thanks for trying! —you laughed, shyly. When there was a long silence, you realized that Mason was not joking and was serious. —Sorry, I…

Debbie looked from afar at the little girl carefully while she kept her eyes glued to her son's. She watched her cute little cheeks tinted red as Mason scoffed and begged you to stay away from him.

Debbie would soon get used to it as she watched you fall in love with her son over the next few years.

Until your first boyfriend. An age difference of three years was not a big deal since it was a common factor among your friend's partners. You had recently turned sixteen years old and you thought that you had met the boy who could take you out of the charm that had her wrapped around Mase.

Lyon was older, he was eighteen years old, like Mason. You had met him at school on a spring afternoon. You walked through the school hallways, books clutched to your chest. A gust of wind caused some of the books to fly out of your hands, scattering them across the hallway floor.

Lyon was passing by and noticed the scene. He approached you with a smile and that is how the story started.

Your brother didn't approve of your new boyfriend. He knew that her sister just wanted to show his best friend that the age difference wasn't that important.

Being with Lyon was great at first. You knew that he was not the love of your life, but for the moment he seemed to play the role quite well, so that was fine with you. It was a Friday night and you and your brother were at a party at the house of one of your brother's friends.

You were downstairs in the kitchen while your friends watched you drink alcohol like there was no tomorrow. They realized something was bothering you, but decided not to mention it.

—Where is the lover boy anyway? —Spoke one of your friends.

Your lack of response was when they realized that Lyon was the reason for the sadness that was painted on their best friend's face. He abandoned you, once again. This seems routine, they thought.

You slammed your empty red glass against the kitchen counter, wiping the drip from your chin as you decided that was enough.

—I'll go look for him.

From the corner of the room, your brother wished you good luck and with courage, you stumbled through the party. The house was huge. Enormous windows covered the entire house. From the kitchen window you could see the river of lights going down to the beach.

And there he sat, on the stairs leading to the illuminated outdoor pool, Lyon. A thin blonde girl was sitting on his lap, probably older than you. She took the cigarette from Lyon's lips and placed it on top of her painted red lips.

Tears welled in your eyes as you returned to the house with your heels in hand. With all the bad luck in the world, as you returned, you heard in the background:

—Baby, relax. —You ignored your boyfriend's call as you made your way through the crowd to return to the kitchen, hoping that your brother was still there.

You made it to the kitchen before your boyfriend grabbed you by the back of your arm and pushed you against the kitchen island.

—Come on, I didn't even do anything—

—She was on your lap.

—It's not that serious, okay?—

—It's a big problem! I'm humiliated! —You shouted back, creating a scene you desperately wanted to avoid. Lyon's grip tightened around your arm as he tried to wriggle out of your grasp.

—Let go of me, you're hurting me. —That only made his grip tighten around your arms.

—Let her go, mate. —Your vision was too blurry to focus on what happened next, but you felt Lyon back away.

—Oh yeah?… and what are you going to do about it, Mount? —That's when the punches were thrown and Lyon was left hunched over holding his split lip. Your now ex-boyfriend was grabbed by someone else before he could lunge at who you assumed was your brother, but when you turned your head you saw Mason shaking your hand out of pain.

His knuckles were red and his eyes were darker than what you were used to.

—Let's go to the car. —Said Mason, you nodding your head. —Get in the car. —He said. His tone was strong, not what she was used to.

Still, the ride to your house was silent, you sitting in the front with Mase, while your brother passed out in the back seat. Faint English music played on the radio as Mason's eyes were firmly fixed on the road.

Mason finally spoke. —You really don't know how to choose them, don’t you? — You could only sob again, unable to answer him mainly because he was right and you were ashamed. When the car stopped, he unbuckled his seat belt and murmured that he would walk you to your door.

Mase rocked on his heels as he watched the moonlight highlight the tear-stained cheeks of his best friend's sister. He thought you looked beautiful that night even though you had been crying for the last half hour, your hair hadn't been brushed, and you were digging through your purse like crazy.

Although he would never admit it.

—I got them! —You laughed, waving your keys in the air before bumping your nose with the keychain. You paused as you pushed the key into the door, turning to look Mason in the eye for the first time since the party.

—Thank you. —Mason didn't want to hear it. You were just her best friend’s sister.

—It's no big deal. —

—No… really thank you, Mason. —you smiled and Mason listened too, mainly because it was probably the first time you had called him Mason and not Mase.

After a moment, you dropped your bag to the floor and wrapped your arms around the boy's waist, your head resting on his chest as he quickly moved his hand and rubbed your back.

—Just... make sure the next one isn't a complete idiot, yeah? —he whispered, his chin resting on the top of your head.

That sentence broke your poor little heart.

[harrysmimi]

I Will Always Love You

Synopsis: Harry tries to lighten up YN's mood

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It was Sunday. Bright and sunny morning.

Harry was the first to wake up today as it was a day off for his fiance. He knew she was already in a bad mood because of what happened yesterday, she was already off to sleep when he came back home from studio.

Now he doesn't know what exactly happened, it was a family drama she said. All he knows is that she is furious about one thing and one thing only.

So he woke up early and put together her favourite breakfast for her. Something to cheer her up the first thing in the morning. YN was still sleeping in so he decided to go wake her up.

"Hey baby, you wanna wake up?" He sat down on the edge of their bed so he can lean over and kiss her forehead. "It's already half past eleven."

"Hmm?" She sounded half asleep.

"You wanna wake up?" Harry asked again.

"Hmm!" She nodded.

"I made you breakfast, will wait for you in kitchen." He pressed another kiss on her cheek.

"Thank you!" She yawned, and hugged him tight.

"You good, my love?" He asked, caressing her back.

"I am, I am." She assured him though he isn't quite assured.

Harry let her do her thing, giving her space so she can go upto him and talk about it. He busied himself with breakfast duty.

"Good morning, baby!" He sang in a cheery tone seeing his fiancé. Her hair was damp and she had already gotten back into her pajamas.

"Morning." She smiled. Or at least tried to.

"What's wrong, darling?" He enquired finally.

"Nothing really," she shrugged and helped him take food out to the table.

"You still want to go see the new houses later on today baby?" He asked as they both sat down.

"Yeah."

"Hey, I can see something is wrong. Just tell me, please!" He pulled his chair closer to hers.

"Can we like, uhhhh, like uninvite my parents and especially my grandmother from the wedding? I, I, I just want it to be my brother, his wife and their kids." She shared. Harry could see the tears pooling up in her eyes.

"You want to tell me what happened, love?" He somehow found a way to move closer to her.

"I shouldn't have asked my mum and grandma to come along. I found a dress I liked, but she said it would look like she's going to my funeral not my wedding just 'cause it was white." Harry could see she was trying so hard not to start sobbing, her bottom lip quivered as she looked down, she is clearly so hurt by her grandma's statement.

"Hey, whatever she said must have been to spite you baby." He tried to console her, "if you don't them at our wedding we don't have to invite them, okay? I promise."

"I don't know why she hates me so much!" She sighed, "she talks bad about us too, I can't take that."

"You know, people are going to hate but we know the truth, right?" He took her hand to gesture her to sit on his lap so he can hug her, which she did. "What else did she say to get you so hurt, hmm?"

"She said why are you putting so much effort into this he's gonna leave you anyway..." And she started sobbing.

"You know you're not getting rid of me so easily, don't you?" He squeezed her tighter, "I am so sorry she said that, YN. And let me tell you, you're the best thing that's happened to me. While I know it's not going to be always rainbow and sunshine but I know we can beat the odds and just grow stronger. I don't know why she thinks I'd leave the love of my life, like ever, but what I do know is I love you and I wanna spend rest of my days with you as my partner. I love you too much!"

"I love you too!" She managed to say between her cries.

"You still want to get that white dress you love so much?" He asked.

"Mhmm."

"And you still wanna eat?"

"Yes, I am hungry." She nodded again. "I will just go wash my face."

"Yeah, you do that baby, but hurry up your food it getting cold." He placed a soft kiss on the apple of her cheek.

The rest of the morning YN spent sulking around though she did eat her food. She even took a big fat nap on the sofa while watching her favourite series on Netflix. Harry did not bother her, he in fact cancelled their appointment with the realtor and scheduled it for the next day. He is instead going to take her out dinner tonight.

Now he doesn't know if that's all that happened or did her but she made sure not to take her grandmother to the next appointment for dress shopping.

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[cheonstapes]

hi! i absolutely love your spider-barbie x miguel fic! could you pls do a miguel x fashion reader who loves wearing pretty dresses and skirts but he gets a little possessive and then other stuff ensues..

miguel o'hara stars in... 'MY DRESS UP DARLING' ♡(>ᴗ•)

a/n~ this request is so cute omg i always wanted to be a fashion designer so i kinda channelled that. i was thinking of valdrin sahiti's dresses the whole time, also POSSESSIVE MIGUELL AHHH!! enjoy my lovely 💗💗💗💗

summary; miguel loves it when you dress up, only for him though. no one else.

wc; 1.6k+

pairings; husband!miguel o'hara x wife!fashion designer!reader

cw; SMUT!!, voyeurism, breeding kink, possessive behaviour, fingering, meanish-soft?dom!miguel, sub!reader p in v, tit slapping like once, a guy watches you two fuck, is dirty (￣▽￣*)ゞ, nawt proofread - this took me like 2 days to write m a busy girlie

you were just so gorgeous. ever since you and miguel started living together you completely took over the space in your shared closet with the most beautiful pieces of clothes he’s ever laid eyes on, eventually leading to miguel spending a whole week making you your own walk-in closet. he took you out shopping after that, since you had all this new space - why not fill it with even more clothes?

typically, you liked to design your own. dresses of all shapes and sizes, skirts too, but miguel loved spoiling you too much - besides, he loves it when you dress up for him. he booked you a private fitting in one of the top boutiques in nueva york, you would talk his ear off about how badly you wanted a dress from them, sending him pics of all the new pieces they’d put out. what’s better than spending quality time with his baby?

when you two arrived at the boutique, you were greeted by a young man. he was handsome, not as handsome as your husband, but still handsome. he smiled brightly at you whilst handing you a glass of champagne before turning to miguel and doing the same. “good afternoon mrs. o’hara, mr. o’hara. we’ll sure to make this the most memorable experience for you, seeing as your husband booked the most expensive service we offer. but a beautiful lady like yourself deserves the best, regardless.” the little fucker winked at you. miguel was slowly starting to regret coming here, seeing you blush faintly from the compliment made his blood boil.

the man attempted to put his hand in yours, trying to guide you to the fitting rooms - did he want to get fucked up? miguel let out a low growl, wrapping an arm around your waist a pulling you close to him. “well? lead the way then.” 

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for the most part, miguel was enjoying watching you dress up so prettily. everything fit you like a glove, all of the dresses chosen specifically from your instagram collections and your pinterest boards. adjusting himself, he eyed you hungrily. this dress was just perfect. it looked so similar to your wedding dress, you looked so beautiful in it - even more so when he fucked you in that same night. he had picked this dress out for you specifically and he was secretly crossing his fingers in hopes that you liked it, and like it you did. but someone else liked it too, a bit too much.

the shop assistant stood at the side of the platform, gawking at you. obviously, miguel knew his wife was a whole goddess, too good for this world - but this guy was staring so shamelessly at you. he couldn’t allow that, nuh uh. “d’you like the dress, my love? i picked it out for you, knew you’d look so sexy in it.” miguel stands behind you now, large hands caressing your hips as he presses himself against you. he whispered into your ear but it was 100% loud enough for the assistant to hear, seeing as his face started to turn a deep red at the pda.

this only fuelled miguel to go even further, lip’s latching onto your sensitive neck, sucking on the skin. one of his hands moves up the dress, skimming the fat of your exposed cleavage before pushing under the fabric to grope your tit, thumb rubbing teasing circles over your pert nipples. “this dress was made for you, doll, no one could wear it like you do.” he spun you around, both hands gripping onto your ass. his hard cock presses into your stomach, your hand coming up to his chest, pure embarrassment on your face. “h-honey,” you had to get on your tip-toes to whisper to your behemoth of a husband, holding onto his shoulders. “what are you doing? can’t you wait till we get home, baby?” 

he smiled, brushing his hand along the side of your face. “how else am i gonna teach that little perv a lesson if we’re at home, hm? look at him, love. he’s probably gonna get off to this later.” you would think the guy isn’t even there with the way that miguel completely disregarded his presence, talking about him so openly like he wasn’t even there. but miguel didn’t give a fuck, patting your ass to get you to jump onto him, wrapping your legs tightly around his thin waist.

he sat down on the sofa in front of the mirror, deftly hiking up the dress to bunch up just above your plump ass, palming his hands over the skin. giving the assistant a view to remember, he pushed your thong to the side, creamy strings of arousal cling onto the fabric. you were wet, so wet - your sexy husband was feeling you up, what else could you do? “mírate, empadada para mí. you’re such a dirty girl, eh love? or is it that you like being watched?” three fingers plunged into you, he moved them teasingly slow, pressing them up against the most sensitive spots - curling them, moving faster and faster until he feels you clench around his thick fingers. 

“you gonna cum, sweetheart?” he slows his fingers down to a gentle grind, thumb flicking your swollen clit. your soft whines and whimpers were just too cute, he can see the guy’s hard-on - his shaky hands dipping under the waistband of his slacks. “mmh - y-yeahhh, feels so g-good.” your hips were moving so salaciously against his hands, the urge to give in to you was becoming harder to resist for miguel. but he had to make sure that idiot learnt not to fuck with what’s his. he pulled his fingers out of your soaked cunt, licking your essence of his fingers before lifting you up and turning you around in his lap, your pussy exposed for the assistant to see.

“baby, what’re you-“ you could hear the sound of a belt unbuckling behind you, and the wet slap of your husband’s tip against his toned stomach. he places a hand on your lower back, arching it whilst the other comes to pull the front of your dress down - perky tits spilling out of the lacy front. “lift your hips for me, love.” he slips his thick cock under, smacking his tip against your clit, pre smearing all over it. “fuck, honey, please i need you.”  of course, he could never say no to you. 

he pushed himself inside of you, pulling you back down. keeping a fast pace, the wet sounds of your ass meeting his hips reverberated throughout the room, one of his hands groping your tits. “you like that, baby? you - fuck - you like getting fucked like the little slut you are, moanin’ my name like that.” drool was slipping out of your mouth, running down your chest. all you could let out were garbled whimpers and moans, your smaller hands gripping his arms as he used you like a fleshlight.

the assistants hand was moving rapidly under his slacks, his eyes trained on the sight of miguel’s cock stretching you out so deliciously. you lost all feelings of embarrassment long ago, your shaky hands rubbing tight circles against your swollen clit. miguel cursed under his breath, his own voice slightly shaken, his large hand splayed against your stomach. the outline of his cock pressed against his hand, he was so, so deep in you. “shit…would you look at that.” he ran his thumb over the outline of his tip, hips stuttering as a jolt of pleasure racked both of your bodies. 

“god, fuck - ‘m gonna fill this sweet pussy up. you always wanted me to knock you up, right love?” he smacks your tit, the flesh jiggling in his palms as he quickens his thrusts. “see my girls swollen with milk, this beautiful belly of yours all heavy with our babies. everyone will know you’re mine, ‘m never letting you go - i’ll fuck as many babies as i have to in this tight cunt to make you remember that.”

your thighs trembled at his words, fingers on your clit sloppy as you clench tightly around him, a broken whine of his name leaving your lips. squirting all over the sofa, his cock almost pushed out of you from the force of your orgasm. the faint whimper from the corner tells you both the assistant finished too, his arm draped along his face. miguel was so close, pushing his cock as deep as it could go, forcing more liquid out of your quivering cunt.

“thaaat’s it, baby, you’re so gorgeous when you cum. f-fuck - take it, fucking take all of my cum.” his hips push against you two, three more times before he spills his load inside, the thick, creamy liquid seeping out and pooling at the base of his cock. he ruts against you slowly, pushing his cum back into you - pressing kisses down the side of your sweaty neck. “you did so good for me, i love you so much.” you smiled deliriously, pressing a deep kiss on his spit soaked lips. “mmm, i love you too, honey.”

his gaze then locks onto the assistant, eyes narrowed and demanding. he hold you tightly against him, hand caressing your ass lovingly. “you. ring up all of this shit, she’ll keep this one on.” he nods frantically, tripping over himself as he grabs all the dresses on the racks. “one more thing,”

“when you’re done, do me a favour and quit. i don’t wanna see you here again.”

“miguel!”

- mírate, empadada para mí. - look at you, so wet for me

-come into my mouth, come into my mouth in the name of the lord

[cextopia]

❝ OH, YOUR FIRST TIME? LETS GO SOFT THEN.. ❞ -G. SATORU

CW. virgin! reader, soft sex, slight praise, pet names, p -> v. AUTHOR'S NOTE. i hope y'all like the way i write gojo lmfao. had no idea what the fuck i was writing to be for real.. >_<

whenever you had caught a glimpse of satoru walking around on the campus of jujutsu high, or just on the city's streets, your face couldn't resist turning a beet-root red color. well.. the two of you were in a relationship, no wonder you got so easily flustered just by seeing his tall form walk.

so when gojo found out you were this sweet, little virgin that oh, so desperately wanted to know what good dick felt like, he felt the need to take care of those oh so desperate needs/wants..

..

"mm.. such a beautiful pussy she is, hm? all wet and cute fa' me?" the strongest, gojo, would rub tiny, gentle circles into the sensitive clit of yours, causing whimpers of pure ecstasy escaping the drooly lips of yours.

as he gently slid his pants off, along with his undergarments, gojo's beautifully long girth of dick would spring out rock solid, the tip all glossy of pre-cum.

as you would turn your head around to look at the angry red tip of gojo's, your face etching with pure fear at how monstrous it looked, he would look down at you with a smirk, gently stroking his dick in the process.

"hm, what is it, princess? is my dick scarin' ya? no need to be worried, hun," he would put a hand to your ass cheek, gently massaging the flesh before he adjusted his tip to the entrance of that wet pussy, all whilst looking down at your face, which was buried in the pillow.

as he started to push the 9 inches of girth into you, moans escaping the pink n' plump lips of yours, he would gently try to sooth you down, letting out mindless little praises as he eventually buried himself balls deep, keeping himself there for you to adjust to his length.

"ohh.. such a good lil' princess, yeah? fuuck, you're so goddamn warm," he would let out a deep groan before slowly thrusting his hips into you, noises of filth trailing out of both your mouth, and gojo's mouth.

as your eyes had already positioned in a crossing state, gojo would just run a large hand up and down the softness of your back, squeezing the fat to your ass occasionally. he would want to go slow, but as time passed every second, he had to hold back an urge to drill into your virgin pussy.

eventually, his deep groans of 'cumming!' would become more and more evident, as you felt thick ropes of cum shoot inside of you, which had pulled you into your own orgasm, your eyes seeing nothing but stars.

gojo would pant heavily along with you, your tongue sticking out. he would then look down at your exhausted form, a gentle smirk etching across his face as he covered you up with a blanket, his muscular arms pulling you in his warm embrace.

"hmm.. such a good girl, yeah? did such a beautiful job for her first time.." yeah.. he would definitely be fucking you more often than not.

8.4.2024 - @cextopia

[hunnidmilly]

why can i imagine zilla doing a sex tape.😭

18+

“yea, baby lemme see…” he sighed as he moved the old VHS camera over your face, urging you to stick your tongue out to the lens and show tonight’s events.

his un-swallowed cum laid in a pool on your tongue as his dick rested on your chin—you cheeks stained with tears. “y’doin so good fa me tonight, ma. took it all in that pretty mouth. i knew you could do it.”

zilla eased his dick back onto your tongue rolling his cum around, pushing all the way towards the back of your throat. you let out gagging noises as he held his dick there—tears forming once again in your eyes.

although the didn’t intend on overusing your throat, he moved in and out of your mouth for a few strokes before pulling out with a pop. you close your mouth and take a large gulp as he moved from sitting on your chest, to between your thighs.

“open them legs, baby. yea, wet ass fuck, bae. open her up for me.”

you moved your hands to your pussy spreading it open, as he zoomed in on the camera towards your hole leaking it’s arousal onto the bed. he moved a thumb to your clit, rubbing in circles causing squelching noises to bounce off the wall.

“pretty ass pussy. you want daddy fuck you? hm?”

you nodded and let out a small “yes.” which was more of a plea for him to stick his fat dick into you and take away the ache that was now forming, “speak up,” zilla’s voice hardened as the camera was once again in your face—his thumb still moving on your clit.

“yes!” you make eye contact with the camera “I want you to fuck me, z. please, fuck me, baby.”

“I always take care of my, baby. give her what she want.” you widened your legs making space for him to move between. sitting on his heels, he slapped his thick angry red mushroom tip onto your clit before pushing into your pussy whole. it beginning to stretch to accommodate his size and thickness. “play with that clit fa’ me. she want some attention.”

you rubbed slow circles on your clit. his dick lodged tightly into your pussy. the flashlight pointing directly at the connection, his attention completely focused on the small rectangular part; making sure every moment was captured.

he let a glob of spit fall before speeding up. your broken moans being captured at the stimulation from your clit, him fucking you, and brushing against that spongy spot inside of you. each thrust causing your pussy to futter and jump around him. you let out a string of whines; spreading your legs towards your chest. the new position creating a more snug fit.

“ohhh fuckk. gonna cum in you, baby. fill this pretty pussy with my cum. you want that, mama? have you leaking wit’ me?”

your pants growing louder as zilla stopped thrusting and swiveled his hips in a sensual motion making your eyes roll in the back of your head. prolonging yourself from releasing, so sweetly.

“let go, ma. cum on your dick.” zilla zoomed in to watch your pussy spasm on his dick. the sight of it jumping having him bite his lip. your orgasm triggering his own release, his cum spraying inside of you. he waited a minute before pulling out and zoomin in further. he spread your lips, watching his cum dribble out of you.

“we ain’t done yet, turn over baby. put that pussy in the air. y’know the drill.”

[beatrixstonehill2]

"Mmmm, my transition is going better than I ever could've dreamed. My doctor just upped my dose of estrogen a couple months ago and put me on progesterone. Look at these tits I'm growing! They're so suckable, so perfect for grabbing and slapping around. They're totally perfect! My hips are getting wide and I'm finally getting a girl-butt, it already jiggles as I walk. So do my thighs. I've put on like thirty pounds in two months but my doctor says it's totally normal and not to worry at all. He said I should expect to put on more weight, that it's just my body naturally finding its perfect size as a woman, every trans girl goes through it! I can also expect my boobs to grow. And apparently my libido!

Before starting on these drugs I had like zero libido. My cock rarely got hard. I'm tucking it and pushing it against me bed right now but my cock is actually really hard, which feels kinda nice even if it's pretty embarrassing. I've started humping my pillows and other things around the house, I'm just so horny, I can't help it. My cock grew out of nowhere from about two inches to six! My doctor said that's normal, too, and not to worry, if my cock gets too big we can always remove it. But I confided that I sorta liked the idea of having a big dick, and he said most trans girls secretly do.... Guess I'm not alone! The only thing that even remotely helps soothe my constant horniness is eating. So, I miiiight have started stuffing my face when I'm super horny. Hey, my doctor said I can expect to gain weight. What's the harm? I can't go around constantly shooting ropes in my panties all day. Well, I could but I don't want people to judge me negatively as some kind of nympho. Even if it's totally true! ❤️"

"Urpppp..... ugh.... Fuck, look at how big my gut's getting guys. You can't even see my huge cock under all this blubber. It feels so good when I drop it and it smacks into my fupa and thighs. Fuck! Why does being this fat turn me on so much? This is so disgusting. I only shower once a month..... I should've told my doctor to take me off progesterone back when I was still thin and sexy and not such a goddamn pile of lard. Who gains this much weight in two years? I'm 630lbs! I guess that means I'm piling on about 260lbs a year..... Over 20lbs a month! And my doctor couldn't be happier. I think it turns him on to see me get this big. Every time he checks my blood pressure and sees how bad it is, or tells me how my diabetes is advancing, you can tell his cock is getting rock hard. He loves seeing girls get fat! I can't believe I didn't realize he was turned on by it sooner.

My family is already prepping our house for me to become immobile like it's totally inevitable. I can't stand it, but I'm also morbidly turned on but just how much fat I've piled on so quickly. Just a couple years ago I was a perfect, curvy trans girl, big perky boobs, my cock was like ten inches and crazy thick from me playing with it all day, especially as I ate. Guys loved my body and it felt so cathartic to be so desired. I loved being fucked in public, or even just having men come up to me to reach up my skirt and jerk me off on the bus or on the train. My thick thighs would jiggle, my tits would bounce as I'd roll back my head and eyes, moaning as these strangers would come up just to grab my fat cock and jerk it off for all to see. Now my pretty boobs are just fat folds, barely distinguishable from the rest. My cock is about twenty inches but it's so buried by rolls and folds of lard you wouldn't even know I'm trans. Guess I finally pass.....

I can't even jerk off anymore. At best I can push my thighs together and press my belly down to crush my cock to masturbate, but that's about it..... I'm just a filthy, sweaty, pile of lard. A total pig. My parents are just as much enablers as my doctor. They bring me food all day, even rub my belly and compliment how fat I'm getting. Once I got over 300lbs and stopped going out as much because walking wore me out so fast, my mom started jerking me off as I ate, because she saw I was getting too fat and weak to masturbate on my own. My mom still relieves my cock but it's much more humiliating now. She'll comment on how I never shower, how much I stink, laughing at my uncontrollable gas and constant stomach gurgles and loud noises. She calls me a hopeless cow and says this is what I get for wanting to be a girl. That finally I have a real woman's body and she hopes I'm happy with myself.....

She'll push through my fat folds as I lie back and grab my oversized cock. She'll smack my balls, each the size of coconuts, really hard to 'get me going', then she'll jerk my cock and usually shove two or three fingers in my urethra to fuck it. She'll do this until I climax, all the while calling me a fat, hopeless pig who's gonna weigh over 1000lbs. My dad runs my old social media pages and films these jerk off sessions to upload to all my old pages, so everyone can see what a disgusting fat pig I've become. My dad will gloat, walking in as I sit in a huge pile of my own mess, sweating, belching, my heart pounding through my chest as my body forces more of the junk I pile into my mouth out all around me. I'm just way too fat and lazy to get up and use the toilet.

They let me suffer and sit in my messes for a day or two before they hire a crew to come in and clean me off, treating my body like an oversized object instead of a person. Pushing and pulling me every which way, hosing me down, scrubbing with long brushes between my folds. I still try to shower on my own every month or so but I know I won't be able to much longer. I'm just getting way too fat..... It's all my doctor's fault! And there's no way he'll ever help me lose a pound. The faster I'm headed for a heart attack, the more it turns him on. I wonder just how many trans girls he's done this to? Judging by his Instagram page and the girls commenting on his posts, I'd say hundreds..... Most of them are thanking him for getting them so fat, so maybe I'm just ungrateful? Next time I see him I should tell him to fuck some of my rolls if he wants. He got me this fat, he might as well enjoy his work....."

[7fatweeb]

[oh-saints]

I found your page a couple of days ago and i love all your stories. I hope you won't be overwhelmed with the amount of Rúben dias requests you're about to receive from me 😂I would like to request something with ruben like oc is heavily pregnant and craving something weird (whatever weird this that comes into your mind lol) and he is laughing and teasing her about it lol, and oc us having non of it. Make it fluffy please 🥺

Thank you so much in advance

cravings

craving during pregnancy is something we all are aware of, rúben even looks forward to it from the moment you broke down the news you were expecting. but what if you ask for something he doesn’t even know it exists?

rúben dias x you part of dad!rúben collection

wc: 2k

note: something that’s been sitting way too long in the vault because of the research I had to do about this but only now finished bcs I had spurts of inspiration suddenly so surprise, surprise it’s a double update! LOLOL but as usual, I happen to write at dawn so this is not beta-read yet!

“gatinha,”

at your whisper, rúben stirred from his sleep. his eyes immediately spotted the clock on the bedside table. the numbers drawn 3:00 in the big, fat analogue font across the screen.

“uh, what is it?” being the alert husband he was, he turned around to face you in no time. “is there something you need?

you were already seated on the edge of the bed, meaning you had just finished from your early morning toilet trip. ever since you became pregnant, the little trip was a new routine for you—and maybe the majority of other pregnant women in general, and everyone around him who had become fathers before him had warned the footballer to watch where the mother was going.

that, and the last thing he needed was for you to slip somewhere when he wasn’t watching, when he couldn’t be any help for you. rúben and you had been waiting for your very own rainbow baby for years, so when you were granted one, it was within his most important priority list to make sure both you and the child—whose gender was still unknown yet; not even born yet and they already resembled your shy nature—happy and safe.

“are you okay?”

you didn’t hide your fascination towards the man in front of you, hair disheveled and eyes blurry with drowsiness. 5 years of marriage and you still found him endearing, even more so when he was now turning protective and alert all the time, borderline the leader of a pack with the appearance similar to a mother hen.

“i am, don’t you worry,” you said, your hands stroking the side of his face, feeling the little hairs growing to become stubbles in near future. “but i’m starving.”

ah… the infamous early morning craving.

you had never personally asked of anything alike before, contrary to what everybody else had been advising rúben that there would be a time where you would be craving something eventually in a very ridiculous time of a morning. four months in, and you were yet to show any signs of it so rúben naturally thought you were going to be an exception case. but look where they were now.

with a smile so apologetic for having to wake him up like that, rúben melted into the warmth your smile exuded. “of course, meu anjo. should i get my keys?”

rúben might be many things but you didn’t believe one chance that he was a psychic. “do you even know what i want to eat?”

“uh, mcdonalds?”

in any other time, you would’ve laughed at his meek attempt to guess your mind. given t was early in the morning, mcdonalds was supposedly a reasonable choice since it was open 24/7.

but you did not, in under any circumstances, want to touch your feet nearby that chain of foul fast food. besides, you were pregnant. didn’t your husband consider that the unhealthy intake of food would do no good for their baby?

rúben must’ve noticed the change in your demeanour. “did i say something wrong, my love?”

“yes, don’t assume anything you don’t know of.”

ah… this one rúben was familiar, the rapid change of your mood he had his money run for the fastest rollercoaster on earth, so he apologised instantly and asked you again what you wanted.

“remember the time when we travelled to asia?”

“you mean, our honeymoon?”

oh, you were so not having your husband being mr. i-know-it-all. “one more of that and i’m walking out.”

the threat was enough to make rúben circle around the bed before kneeling down in front of your frowning figure. not because he was a loser, but because he knew you might actually do it. you had a capability to do it, you always do, which was why he was drawn to you in the first place.

but he didn’t want a runaway wife, pregnant on top of that, so he quickly apologized again. “what about it, baby?”

“i want durian.” ＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊

what on earth is durian?

rúben sighed as he stared at his phone, the screen frozen helplessly for how many tabs he’d opened up in the browser. he rubbed his face rather roughly, due to the frustration, as he sat on the cover of the toilet and pondered his life choices and its respective life expectancies.

no one—literally no one—had warned him about the effect of any slip of tongue around a pregnant woman.

you were the calmest person he’d ever met, never wanting to bite off someone else’s head because it drained your precious energy. which rúben agreed to, and had been a devoted student of yours in terms of anger management on and off the field. but it was getting very hard to keep his own composure intact when you even lost yours.

ironically, rúben realised that one of you should still stay sane for the sake of everyone in this household, now inclusive of the unborn baby and it didn’t look like it was going to be you anytime soon.

so realistically, he couldn’t say to you that he didn’t remember a thing—not even an ounce of it—that you both had seen the fruit in question during your honeymoon. according to you, though, you both were even mesmerized by the look but decided that the possibility of dying because of the foul smell was larger than the delicious taste. as a result, when was the best time to try the exotic fruit than now, at 3.30 AM, when you were nearing the fifth month of pregnancy?

thus, his final resort to the internet, hoping for a miracle in the amount close to how much he needed to create the apple of his eyes with you.

but of course, the search engine didn’t show anything that could help him save his own lifeline this early morning from a pregnant wife that was so ready to stab the knife to his chest. the best option rúben got was to visit chinatown and head to the fruit market.

with a particular note from a lovely reviewer that the fruit was subject to a particular season—durian season, as the asians called it. if you were to seek for the spiky fruit beyond the particular calendar, then you either (i) got one that tasted as foul as it smells, or (ii) came home empty handed.

but of course, you wouldn’t get it, would you? rúben had already had it in his head you were going to wail at how incredulous his justifications are—what the hell is a durian season? we have spring, summer, autumn and winter and not durian! he could imagine—and would accuse him of trying to get his way out of the hard labour of satisfying you craving. worse, you’d scream out rúben should be responsible for this because he was the one who knocked you up and not vice versa.

other times, the footballer would just laugh it off. even at first, he did so and thought you were the cutest thing in his life, an actual living plushie. now, he just didn’t know what to do…

“what takes you so long?”

rúben jumped slightly at the question thrown at him from behind the door, the only thing separating him and his thoughts with the rest of the world and their expectation towards him. “nothing, meu anjo. i’ll be out in a minute.”

“good, because we gotta go. i’m sleepy already but the baby needs to eat.”

the husband closed his eyes once more, regulated his breathing, visualizing the flow of his breath before letting them out slowly—just the way you taught him how—before coming out of the loo. “baby, can i ask you one thing?”

you looked up, and rúben felt bad because you were already dressed and ready to go out and fight the coldness of an early morning. “what is it?”

“what if we go and have the durian in the morning?”

“rúben, it’s already morning now,” you clicked your tongue impatiently. “what are you saying?”

“i have a place to go already but they’re only open later at 8.”

and pregnant silence fell upon them, no puns intended.

“why at 8?”

“because that’s when the market opens,” rúben sat again in front of you, his hands were rubbing the back of your hand and on top of your knees respectfully. “i’m afraid we’ll have to go to chinatown to get them and it’s only open then.”

rúben was so ready with your fit, so he was rather surprised to hear you answer, “okay.”

okay?

okay?!

okay!

good god, the mood swing had returned it honestly felt like rúben had just jumped off the cliff with bungee jumping.

＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊

rúben was the one not okay that morning.

you turned out to opt out sleeping that night, despite being cuddled by your husband—which was your favourite way to go to sleep, even faring better than being lullabied—but rúben forgot you were living your life for two people for these nine months, so you still had a bar of energy and excitement while he had to drag his feet to the en suite bathroom.

you were literally counting in seconds as to when you’d get to the chinatown. your legs were involuntarily shaking from excitement, while he’d become more sensitive due to the lack of sleep (per his standard). as soon as the car stopped at the parking lot, you ran to the nearest entrance and lost yourself in quest to find the fruit. it wasn’t even 8 AM yet.

rúben had to call and asked you to share your live location, in case you were lost. but you were already moving in a pace so different than those mothers he’d gotten to know lately due to the parenting class, there was no way he could catch up.

“where are you?” as soon as his phone rang, he picked up, panting from the endless count of steps inside a huge market. “i cannot find you.”

coincidentally, you happened to call rúben in order to tell him that you were going to line in a queue to a small shop selling imported exotic fruits. the small hadn’t been open, yet there was already a waiting list, and in your dictionary of words it should only mean that the said shop was relevant to be called the local’s favourite.

“there you are,” rúben was about to comment

like a lucky charm, they were called in to make their purchase not long after.

you had your eyes already set on durian, so when the uncle asked if you wanted to eat at that place or bring home a peeled one, you didn’t hesitate to have them immediately. besides, you didn’t know how to split durian into two and whatnot.

“oh my god, so damn good!” you didn’t waste a minute to dance your little moves that you made to indicate you’re happy at that moment. “i can eat this every day for the rest of my life!”

good god, please help me.

“you should try, baby!” you were so excited to share your happiness with your husband, one hand holding a tiny bit of yellow and ready to be shoved into rúben’s mouth. who could deny such endearing request? “you’ve never had one before!”

and that was also the last time rúben had a bite of that yellow, mushy inside of durian. apart from the smell, he decided he didn’t like the texture and the bitter aftertaste.

but that was him. you, on the other hand, were munching the fruit as if it was going to be your last time seeing that scarce fruit. it appalled rúben too even at the length and amount you could eat in one seating. and looking at that, seeing you were this elated, it also made him full—in every sense of the word, literally and figuratively.

when you were done with the last chunk, you grinned at him, rather sheepishly. maybe you were drunk from the fruit, maybe you were shy because you just let out one hell of an appetite. “thank you for coming here with me.”

“anytime, my love, but we’re not doing this again. okay, meu anjo?” rúben wiped your fingers one by one from the sticky texture, internally wincing at the stinky smell. “promise me that.”

“sim, meu amor.”

[in-halingstardust]

Pretty Baby ꨄ

A/N: I am so far behind in the game, but seeing Dan Heng's new *dragon form* mwah mwah mwah- pls forgive these filthy thoughts. Side note, one last request slot open if anyone wants to take it before I grind them out! ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ [Dan Heng *dragon form* x f!reader] Tags: !mdni , Dan Heng sub and dom (that's right I wrote both!) dynamics, ridding, knotting, lots of cum, possessive dragon behavior, small bits of praise "pretty"

Sub Dynamics:

With Dan Heng's new form there is a lot to be explored, and you want to be the first.

Dan Heng is beautiful you think to yourself as you press your palms against his chest letting your hips roll in slow, languid movements against him.

He lets out a shaken gasp and you comfort him by brushing away his long ribbons of silk hair from his forehead, leaving a soft kiss behind.

Your Dan Heng is beautiful as his horns shimmer blue, pale ethereal glow. You feel his breath shudder in his chest, heart racing. Pleasure fills the atmosphere. His hands find refuge against the bone and fat of your pelvis- not too tight but more of a hint of desperation as he ruts into you.

You feel the way his fingernails scratch lightly against your skin. You look down at him, and are mesmerized by the blooming bruises you have left on his neck trailing down to his left nipple. You tried not leaving them as visible this time but you spot one by his earlobe- one that everyone will seee- and something churns in you to sink further down onto him.

"Wait not so- nngh!" He gasps as you continue to focus back on him.

You can feel Dan Heng slotted perfectly into you, encompassing everything and you feel so full. The way he filled every being of you, "No- Not so what?" You say in between breaths as you pick up speed, friction tantalizing.

"So- soso fa- gasp fast!" He whines, pure and wild, it's so rare you get to see him like this. His voice is full of want, and you are there to give him everything.

Dan Heng is still the same as always, mewing when you touch him, the way he bit his lips when you tightened against him. The only thing different was the way his long hair flowed against the bedsheets and his pulsating horns.

You blink, not stopping yourself from your curiosity.

You move a hand propping you against his chest towards his horns as your fingers hesitantly grasp against them- you stutter a bit the way Dan Heng inhales and the way his fingers tightened against your hips, he looks so blissful underneath you. You don't move your other hand yet- studying Dan Heng's face for any sign of discomfort. When Dan Heng's blearily blinks up at you he gives a small shake of the head.

You've never done this before, but something about you holding him down by his horns as you ride him makes you almost cum right there. The other hand that was rubbing against his nipple makes contact with Dan Hen's horns and they pulsate, his pretty pink lips opening into a small 'o' and he's losing himself even faster him bucking his hips into you.

"Dan- you're so pretty." Heart is beating just as loud as his, "Let me do this- for you." You cry as you grip tighter against his horns, making your pace faster and faster till small little babbles of "yesyesyesyes" are filling the room.

Gripping his horns like a safety line you bounce on his cock and you swear you feel him all the way in your stomach.

It's filthy, raw, and you can't get enough. His hands were now gripping into you bruising, soft flesh- chasing the high. You were almost there as well- the coil in your stomach about to break with the way Dan Heng's hips jutted in pure reaction to your ministrations of you riding him.

And like the final piece of the puzzle, he hits that gummy spot deep inside of you and you moan his name, the way that hot feeling pulses down your body milking his cock. Dan Heng, wishing a few more thrusts he spills inside of you. Warm, sticky, the first seed of the night swishing inside of you. His face is scrunched up tight as spurts come out.

A small exhale escapes your lips as you let go of his horns to prop yourself against his head, pushing yourself lifting yourself off his dick.

You can hear a squelch as globs of cum leave your cunt spilling onto Dan Heng's softening cock.

It really is an obscene sight.

And not the last for tonight.

Dom Dynamics:

Sometimes when Dan Heng felt so insatiable, so needy just for you, you break in more ways than one.

He couldn't believe how well you fit him.

No- rather how you fit him now, when he had his full knot ready to enter your puckering lips. How warm your pussy would be as soon as his knot would fit inside of you. He fantasized of the way he would fill you up, the way he plug all his cum inside, making you- his.

In the back of his mind he wondered if this was abnormal, a change from the last adventure in Xianzhou. Usually, Dan Heng was more patient, a little shyer, and definitely not this possessive; but with his new form he felt like an animal in the heat as he licks a perky nipple sucking on it.

"Dan Heng! I- Nngh!" You mew as he uses two fingers to gently rub your clit, his hips rutting his dick shallowly into you as if that would help your pussy swallow his massive knot. "It's too mghBIG!" You cry as you knock against his chest caging you in.

He knows you're just exaggerating- that you want this as badly as him. He kisses the corner of your temple as he whispers into your ear, "Should I have you cum again?" His fingers rub your clit so deliciously as you tilt your head back into the pillow feeling your high come close and closer.

Dan Heng continues on, "You've already come three times. Twice on my fingers and once on my cock." He thrust a little bit just for your blurry fucked out brain to remember he's still inside you.

He wants to feel you. Deeper. Deeper.

"Maybe a fourth time and you'll be ready for me to knot you."

He pinches the bundle of nerves and you come. It doesn't have the same white hot feeling the others do but enough to relax you, to become putty against him. Your walls try to clamp down more on Dan Heng each convulsion but with how big he is you can barely tell.

There is no time to rest Dan Heng thinks as he pepper kisses along the side of your throat, purposefully leaving a couple unhidden for the rest of the train to see. It's to distract you as he does an experimental thrust and ah- perfect finally.

Your hole stretches and covers his knot.

You let out a garble of a moan and a shriek using your fist to cover your mouth, swearing that you can feel him against your womb. That you're more than full, that there is no more to explore you are filled.

Dan Heng lets out a hiss when the last of his knot is inside of you- not moving yet- a mercy you think.

"You're so fucking tight." He gasps as he tries to move. At the movement your hands shoot up and hook behind his back, his long hair catching between his fingertips. He ruts in slowly and your mind blanks, you feel him at the tip of your cervix- there is no way he can possibly move??!

He thrusts and you moan as gummy walls give way in to the way Dan Heng's pace started, shallow but full of girth.

"So- so pretty" he chants mindlessly thrusting into you. The knot makes you question the line of pain and pleasure as you really might not come back from this one. Your entire body is shaking as bring him closer to you mewing into he ear as he takes you.

"You're all mine, let me make you mine." He licks a thick stripe against your neck sucking down on a point he can feel your pulse, "(Y/N) Just give me permission, I'll breed you. So full- so ngh- of my cum, you won't be able to move-" He whines his thrusts becoming more and more uncoordinated, "I'll take care of you. Give you every thing, so please!"

He whines and beg and you can barely let out coherent words as you're pulverized against the bed.

It's like the way the stars warp and shift when the Astral Express jumps across the universe. That is how you feel in this bliss, you can see the stars merging in lines behind you eyes as you whine, "I'm I- ahhhH! Yours!" You babble, lips meshing together, "For- forever! Please- please!" Thoughts become irrelevant at the now full pleasure of you losing yourself.

His thrusts become erratic, and the sounds the two of you make are almost animalist. He's so deep in you, deep in your womb and the thought of seeing your stomach bulge with him cum is that last step for Dan Heng to slip over the edge as he comes. Your no better as you feel yourself sucking, milking ever last drop from him.

The way he gushes into you like every single crevice is explored and filled with his cum. It's so filling, so warm…

He pulls out with a pop as white globs pour out of you onto the bed sheets. It's more than the last couple of times, you can feel it, it's still dripping out finding room to run out of your pussy. You let out a whimper as you feel the same two fingers try to slide the mixture of you and his cum back in.

It's debauched, but you can't help but love it as he kneeds his cum back into your body. He mumbled across your skin, "My pretty baby took all of me. kiss You did amazing, so perfect."

You let out a hum of approval. All you can do is move a free hand to Dan Heng's scalp as you gently massage his head which he purrs deep and in delight.

His new form really is something else.

[luvyeni]

make up sex with jeongin?? 👀

MAKE IT UP TO YOU | YANG JEONGIN

pairings. boyfriend!jeongin x fem!reader

wc. 0.7k

warnings. oral sex (f. receiving) , vanilla sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk

i hope you enjoy it <3

jeongin making it up you after forgetting to pick you up.

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jeongin knew he fucked up when he opened the door and didn't smell food cooking like he normally did when he came home from an outing. he quietly took his shoes off , making his way into your shared bedroom. "baby." he slowly opened the door , you were watching a tv on your laptop , looking up at the boy rolling your eyes.

"baby im sorry , please forgive me." he sat down on the end of the bed. "it was raining." was all you said. "i didn't bring a umbrella because you promised to come pick me up , i had to walk in the rain." he deserved to be yelled at. "my bag got wet and all my things got soaked." you pouted.

"i know baby , im so sorry , minho-hyung had us stay late and finish the routine , i couldn't get out of it." he explained , he tried to get out of it , he really did , but the elder was not letting up. "well you could've called." you said.

"i promise i will next time." you looked him in his eyes , he did look apologetic. "fine." he smiled. "thank you so much baby." you tried not to give in to his smile. "come on don't be like that , let me see that pretty smile." you still teased him. "okay , be like that then."

he quickly grabbed your laptop , tossing it to the side , grabbing your legs pulling you down on your back. "yang jeongin , are you crazy?" you shrieked , but he ignored you , climbing on top of you. "i told you, let me see your pretty smile." you didn't stop yourself this time , smiling up at him. "good girl." he kissed the tip of your nose. "such a good listener." he kissed your lips this time , you melted into his touch , letting his tongue explore your mouth.

he pulled away , breathless running his thumb across your lip. "let me make it up to you." his hands came up to the back of your thighs. "please." you nod silently , scared that a moan will come out. he lifted your oversized shirt you wore up to your stomach , your baby pink underwear on display. "no pants , naughty baby."

he laid flat on his stomach , his face close to your cunt. "smell so nice baby." he pulled your underwear down , kissing your cunt. "such a pretty cunt." he smiled. "innie please." you whined. "i know baby i won't tease." he gave your cunt a lick. "fu-fuck." you moaned. "it's all about you." he gave your clit a kiss before diving in , kissing and licking at your cunt , fucking his tongue into your hole.

"fuck , jeongin!" you yelped , pulling at his hair. he moaned against your heat , sending shivers up your spine. he pulled away , his pillowy lips glistening. "fuck , princess i could spend the entire rest of the night between these thighs." he licked the tip of his fingers , rubbing your sensitive clit. "taste so good , like candy."

he sat up on his knees , unbuckling his pants. "gonna fuck real good." he groaned , freeing himself from his underwear. you went to grab it , but he stopped you. "no love , it's about you , let me handle it all." his rubbed the tip of his cock on your hard clit. "you ready baby?" you nodded ready for him to fill you up. he slowly slid into your hole , both of you sighing in pleasure.

"m'so fucking good." he held the back of your thighs as he pushed his cock all the way in. "so-so big." you whimpered. "yeah?" he slowly moved his hips. "you like the way my cock fills you up , pretty pussy being stretched by my fat cock." he grunted , his hips slapping against yours.

"fa-faster please." he didn't bother teasing you , fastening his pace. "shit!" you screamed , he reached up your shirt , pinching your nipples. "i'm really sorry baby -fuck- i'll never leave you again i promise , i'll make sure to always be there." he leaned down , basically folding you in half , thrusting his cock at a new angle.

"j-jeongin , innie im gonna cum." your naills raked down his back. "fuck baby me too , i want you to cum first." he moaned into your ear. "fu-fuck cum for me princess." your hands were tangled into his messy hair , yanking it as you came , your cunt tightening around him. "sh-shit." he grunted , his cum shooting deep into your womb. "fuck." he pressed his lips against yours , slowly thrusting into your hole , coming down from his high. "i love you so much okay , i'll never forget you again."

"i promise."

©️LUVEYENI

[theyanderespecialist]

SHE'S NOT FAT, SHE'S PREGNANT 1 (Scenarios) 049, 073, 076, Clef X Pregnant S/O (Yandere) (SCP Foundation) (SCP 049, SCP 073/Cain, SCP 076-2/Abel, Dr. Alto Clef)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! In this chapter, it is one from Tumblr, which is 049, 073, 076, and Alto Clef being yandere with a pregnant Significant Other. Then some D Class calling them fat and this is how they would react to it in their scenario! I hope that you all enjoy this!]

(Disclaimer: SCPS 049, 073/Cain, 076/Abel, and Dr. Alto Clef are Not yandere in canon, this is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all. Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine. Just do not be gross or illegal about it. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon. Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life!)

(A Doctor's Touch) (SCP 049)

(SCP 049's POV)

I am sitting with my partner giving her an exam. She is pregnant, about three months. I was able to get her pregnant in a breach. The Foundation had been less than pleased with me. I almost lost my mind when they would not let me see her. I finally agreed to work with them if they let her stay with me. I hear the door open and a guard and D Class come in.

"Who is the fat bitch?" The D Class says and I set down the cloth. "I will be right back my dear."

I kiss her belly and then kiss her and walk over to the man. The guard thinks I am doing nothing. Oh, what a fool he is.

"Excuse me, kind sir I did not hear what you said about my partner," I say.

"I said she is fa-" I did not let him finish as I touched him and he dropped. The Guard instantly put his gun up. "Do not worry, I have no issue with you. Go call another D Class to clean this up, preferably one who is less rude."

The Guard walks out quickly and I walk back to my partner she is staring at the body. I stand in front of her view.

"It is okay, my dear (Name). I took care of it." I tell her and kiss her.

No one insulted the mother of my children.

(Deadly Politeness) (SCP 073/Cain)

(SCP 073/Cain's POV)

I am holding my girlfriend on my lap. She is so soft and full of our love. About five months into her pregnancy. I could not help but hold her close as much as I can. The O5 cancel had not been happy when I got her pregnant. I had more or less tricked her into it. But that does not matter anymore. She is now my girlfriend and we are going to start our family soon. I could not wait.

We are in the canteen and I hear someone call her fat. She looks down I know she has been worried about her figure. I pull away from her. Telling her I will be right back. I find the D Class that said those vile words.

I tap his shoulder with a polite smile. "I heard what you said about my girlfriend."

"The fat on-" I did not waste a second and punched him right in the face with my metal arm.

His skull cracks and he is dead before he hits the ground. "Have a nice day!" I say and before the guards can react I am back with my girlfriend, snuggling her once more.

(Rage Trance Activated) (SCP 076-2/Abel)

(SCP 076-2/Abel's POV)

I am training with the mother of my child watching me. I agreed to work for the foundation once more. As long as (Name) stayed with me. We ended up having a child. I could not wait to train our children to be warriors. I see the Daily D Class come in. I see him say something to (Name). Her face falters and I am by her in a second. Turning to the D Class.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HER!" I Snarl.

"I-"

I grab him by the throat. "(Name) What did he say to you?!" I demand.

She hesitates and I look at her telling her to tell me.

"He just called me fat, it is no big deal."

My eyes narrow on him. "No big deal? Tell you, pathetic human, this woman is carrying my child, a future warrior. She is going through a glorious transformation! AND YOU DARE CALL HER FAT!" I snarl and rip his head off.

The Guards storm over and I grab a blade. THEY WILL ALL PAY! NO ONE INSULTS THE ONLY WORTHY WOMAN!

(Bang Bang) (Dr. Alto Clef)

(Dr. Alto Clef's POV)

I smirked at my wife, she blushes as I kiss down her neck. Whispering in her ear how sexy she is. She blushes and grips my shirt. We are in the cafeteria. I pull away to play my ukelele, walking around the room. Drawing the song out. My wife begins to eat. She needed to put on more weight as she is not at a healthy weight for twins. I watch her carefully and hear a D class speak as I pass by.

"God, look at her eat, what a fat bitch. Shame to cause she is pr-" I grabbed my ukelele and smash it into his skull. He screams and falls to the ground. I stomp my boot into his skull.

"The Fuck you say about MY WIFE!" I snap pulling out my gun.

She is the first woman I was able to fully love and is giving me a second chance at a family. I WILL NOT LET ANYONE TALK ABOUT HER LIKE THAT. I shoot my gun into his stomach twice. Suddenly painfully tumors start to sprout on his body and burst. He screams in agony while he dies. I then go over to my wife, pick up her and throw her over my shoulder. Then grab her food, and we will eat in my office.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I really am happy with this one! I hope that you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

[doki-doki-imagines]

Shidou loves summer festivals. The streets are lightened by chochin and the overall happiness coming from each booth.

He also loves wearing his shocking pink haori and black nagagi, while enjoying a popsicle and fanning himself with his embroidered soft pink fan. Shidou arrived way earlier to the date, excitement over the moon, that soon waned when he understood that he had to wait for another hour. That's why he is now leaning on a wooden bench while his pink irises dart arounds, full of curiosity for what could possibly happen around them, some blonde and pink strands already sticking to his face due to sweat.

"Hey Shidou!" Ahhh, it's you. The person that never leaves his mind, not even when Shidou falls asleep. The same person that told him more than once that he has no chance with them, but however, go out with him because they hate being alone.

The blonde has to be honest, when his obession over you started he may have "investigated" your life, found out about your strenghts and more importantly your weaknesses, like your friends all getting a partner and leaving you more or less always alone.

You take small steps, the wooden sandal and tight cloth don't give you much leg movement. You stop right in front of him, in between his wide open legs looking down on him.

His irises take you in immediately, absorbing every detail of your body, every little different shade the lights and the moon paints on your face.

"No words from you? What happened? Is all your blood gone to your dick for how good I look?" You chuckle, and finally, Shidou breaks from his daze, popsicle breaking and luckily ending on the bench instead of on his haori.

He looks up at you again, after brushing to the ground what remained of the popsicle. The patter of your yukata is so cute and so you; the love you harbor for bunnies evident in the embroideries of the yukata you are wearing, the gold moon, made with gold lamè enlighten your entire figure.

"So, aren't I beautiful?" You smile down at him, your right hand gently scratching the back of his head, where blonde babyhair escaped the gel he so like to use.

"You look divine." He groans, lips soon forming a smile that show his shiny teeth. There is no weird undertone in his voice, and Shidou notices the surprise on your face, already so used to his wicked mind. But you also know he has no filter, so he must be saying the truth.

There is no other word to describe you, small hair framing your face, light makeup enhancing your features with an elegance, so different from the graphic eyeliner he loves so much to wear, that takes his breath away.

"Oh-" You gasp when you feel his strong hands sliding from the back of your knees to your thighs, groping the fat protected under the cloth. Shidou feels his mouth watering, fingers still digging into your fat, but his eyes never leave yours, trying to capture your every expression like a camera.

Your hand grips the base of his head before relaxing again, understanding he won't move his hands an inch more. His hands open, caressing the back of your yukata, now full of wrinkles for how tightly he held it.

You look relaxed, and he feels like groping again your thighs, imagining how soft they must look without all that stuff covering them. Shidou breaks eyes contact for a moment, head more or less at the level of the apex of your leg.

He'd love to have his head crushed between them, cheeks squeezed by the warm fa-

"Can we go Shidou? Or you wanna feel the quality of my yukata some more?" He finally breaks from his daze, again, to look back at you. He sees the reflection of his face in your irises; a fucking idiot. A child that just discovered a room full of candies and chocolate, that's how he'd describe his face right now. The blonde gulp down loudly, saliva accumulating each time he just glance at you.

You take one of his hand to pull him up from the bench, and Shidou let you do that, body maneuverable like a doll.

"You'd be better than any candy" He mutters, voice guttural. The hand that was still laying on your thigh now is positioned on your back, not too low, stroking your spine without touching the cute bow of your white obi.

"You want to eat candies? I saw one booth with them while coming here, let's go there!" You smile at him, fingers now laced together to pull him towards the centre of the festival.

He gulps again, his heart skip again a beat after seeing your smile.

Something is changing.

[obesogen]

The Back Room

contains: voyeurism in a public setting, degradation/humiliation (of the FA, not the fattie) fluids, Feeder/feedee, gender unspecified, 2nd person/reader insert if ya want

You are just an innocent bystander. This is not your fault.

It's Friday. You're out to dinner with a good friend at the fancy all-you-can-eat Chinese buffet in town.

Your buddy just put in their two weeks notice and you two you are celebrating in indulgent fashion. The plan is well underway when you can't help but notice a couple walk into the restaurant.

Well, one of them walks in. The other waddles.

The skinnier of them is about 5’8” or so. They appear somewhat haggard but strong, a works-with-their-hands type. Their companion is easily twice their weight and significantly shorter, a fluffy, soft marshmallow. They are wearing bike shorts that are catastrophically too tight, causing a hill of insistent chub to crest the waistband. The fabric of their shorts has been stretched so far as to become translucent. Silky arm fat bursts out of the strained crease of their crop top's armpit and side boob is dripping out of the bottom of it. Chunky calves threaten to envelop their proportionately delicate ankles and feet.

These two have to be a Feeder and feedee, they just have to be. You silently pray that they are because you're not at all sure you can stop trying to get a look, even if they're not.

The Feeder greets the beaming Host warmly and it is immediately clear that all three know each other well. The two of them must be regulars. You watch with mounting arousal as the Host and Feeder carefully lead the slow-moving feedee along the path of least resistance through the dining room. It takes a quick eternity for them to cross it gracelessly, through the tittering and disdain of fellow diners, unconcerned.

All the while, you're trying hard not to obviously, hungrily devour the stolen glimpses of swaying soft you catch out of the side of your eye while badly pretending to be listening to your friend. You're appalled by how sweaty and riled you are, how fast you were gripped with monstrous lust, all hunched and tense over half finished crab legs (or whatever you would eat. I would be eating crab legs). They disappear into the back room, usually reserved for parties.

You are by now having serious trouble hiding your predicament. You haven't even been pretending to pay attention for the last minute.

"Hello?! Anyone home?" your friend snaps their fingers in your face.

You laugh a little too quickly and make appropriate eye contact with them, flushed. You apologize sheepishly. You just got caught… off guard, you say. Momentarily. Sorry. "I bet, you fucking perv" they laugh at you pityingly, but not entirely unkindly. They know you have a type and that type is legendary. They know it's just so difficult for you to be painfully hard under the table pretending not to watch an enormous person struggle to walk 150 feet across an all-you-can-eat buffet. A horny mess like you can’t really be expected to listen to them talk about whatever shit Danielle in Accounting did last week. You couldn’t possibly stop imagining that stranger’s upper arm in your teeth for 20 seconds and let them finish a thought. You have never been able to be an appropriate amount of horny, how could they expect anything else from you. You eat your food in shameful, steaming silence.

Though the feedee remains behind closed doors out of your sight, you see their Feeder get up to start fixing plate (s) for them. By the time they return to the back room they're carrying 4 plates, balancing them expertly in fine dining style. The plates are laden with various treats which you definitely were not watching them lovingly select.

One plate is all fried: crispy egg rolls, spring rolls, crab rangoon, chicken wings, juicy fried pork and chive dumplings, scallion pancakes, the works. Various sauces.

The second plate is heaped with sticky sweet bbq ribs, sweet and sour chicken, a mountain of white rice, and a landslide of mixed veggies with a ton of extra baby corn and snow peas. Their feedee clearly has good taste.

Still another plate is all seafood: the aforementioned buttery snow crab legs, shrimp, steaming mussels, spiny little rock lobsters, clams… more shrimp, but tempura this time.

The last one isn't really a plate, its a bowl. The bowl is filled with vanilla soft serve (of course) and fresh fruit. Just for good measure, there's also two shiny, glazed roast pork buns balanced precariously on top. You bet a little bit of vanilla ice cream getting on a sweet, doughy pork bun is good as hell. No, you can’t be horny and hungry. You are already full and still have food. You are considering trying it though. Not to try to get a look, of course not, but just to get some dessert.

While you are deliberating and “talking” to your friend, you spy a busboy running towards the back room holding an extra-wide, high weight capacity folding chair. It's clear that this hefty cutie isn't their most comfortable on even the armless chairs that are as used to accommodating heavy people as any chair at a buffet should be. They still need something wider.

You’re dying in here. You need to wash your face and think of the least sexy things you can imagine: hairless plastic abs, taxes, etc. You excuse yourself to use the restroom and ask your friend if they want anything from the buffet on your way back.

“I want you to make sure you wash your filthy hands when you’re done, you useless degenerate” they snap. “C’mon, man, Jesus Christ—” you look around as you get up to see if anyone heard your friend, who has since lost all patience and good humor towards you and your inability to get it together.

You get up from the table and it’s as bad as you feared. You’re so aroused, not to mention full of crab legs, and just need to cool down long enough to make it home. Or at least to the car after you drop your friend off.

Your underwear is tight and rubbing your poor swollen dick. You’re so overstimulated that each step towards the bathroom is somewhat labored. Thankfully, labored movements toward the bathroom are not uncommon here so you fly under the radar for the most part.

You almost reach the bathroom door when out of the corner of your eye you realize that you suddenly can see them through the glass doors of the back room as you pass.

The Feeder is indeed lovingly in the midst of hand-feeding the feedee an egg roll dripping with sweet duck sauce. They have one hand under their feedee’s belly, which is pulled out of their shorts, nude and sumptuous under the long banquet table. It hangs heavy between their knees when fully unfurled with two massive lobes comprising the bottom of the apron and a pronounced dip in the center; 3 shaped.

You accidentally make eye contact with the feedee briefly, as you turn to enter the bathroom, sweaty and collapsing from fevered arousal. They just slowly lick their lips, staring into your very being, hungrily, menacing, devouring you with their eyes, daring you to keep looking.

You almost make it to the stall, but unfortunately for you,

You bust in your underwear, untouched, and now facing the long walk back to the table, wetly covered in yourself.

Worth it.