#fatty laying in bed

[fluffybellyhog99]

Laying in bed after a good day of eating and drinking as unhealthy as any possible making me feel amazing

[g0thbbymarsss]

Fat enough for u?

[elexaria]

simon’s that guy. “don’t want a cat, for fuck’s sake.” he grumbles as you plead and beg, using the ol’ reliable puppy dog eyes to try and egg him on. “no, love. ‘m allergic.” he blatantly lies, sniffing as he looks down at you, his arm wrapped around your waist.

“no you’re not, simon.” you huff, rolling your eyes as you purposely ruffle his hair. it makes him chuckle, how quick you were to call him out. “fairs.” he replies, leaning back against the headboard with a smug grin. “still not getting a cat, though.”

the day you bring home the bundle of fur and purrs back from the adoption centre, simon’s not impressed. he stands in the kitchen, eyebrows furrowed as he watches the tuxedo cat pad around the kitchen curiously. “look at it. ‘ts just a bag of fleas.” he grimaces, looking at you with a deadpan expression. he’s such a sour puss, it makes you giggle as you kneel down to croon at the kitty, baby talking to it— which makes si groan and roll his eyes. “can’t deal with this.” he grumbles out, leaving you to suck up to the new addition to the riley family.

he’s so adamant he doesn’t like the cat!! he gives it the stink eye, sticks his middle finger up at it whenever it stares at him and calls it fat. “need’t go to weight watchers, fatty.” he teases as he watches it chow down on some food. you playfully chide him by swatting his shoulder, eliciting a deep rumble of amusement. “what? not exactly lyin’, am i?” he replies, grinning as he pulls you in close against him, peppering kisses over your face childishly.

he’s not slick, though. you accidentally notice it one day when passing the kitchen. you halt in your tracks, stealthily peeking round the corner as you watch simon crouching low, baby talking to the cat as he puts out some treats for it to nibble at. “such a fat puddy tat, ain’t ya? oh my.” he croons down at the furry fiend, who’s purring up a storm as it rubs its scent against his legs.

and then you can’t not see it. the cat pawing at the bathroom door, mewling for attention from si as he takes a shower. or the time you came home, finding the two of them napping on the sofa. the cat chirping happily when you walk in, stretching and pawing his face, which elicits a gruff chuckle. “ey, stop it, you.” he affectionately says to the cat, his eyes still shut as he continues to blissfully nap with a purring weight nestled on his chest.

it finally comes to an end when the three of you are relaxing in bed, you’re nestled up to simon while the cat lays at your feet. it begins to playfully swat simon’s toes, making him yelp and laugh something fierce. “oi!” he chuckles, wiggling his toes at the cat. it makes you look up at simon, amused as you shake your head. “you and that bloody cat, get a room.” you tease, nudging him with a grin. he snorts, nudging you back with a grin to match. “someone’s jealous, eh? don’t worry, i don’t love the cat more than you.”

he shoots a wink at the cat, hiding his mouth with his hand as he whispers loudly, “don’t listen to that, i love you more than them. we’re for lifers, mate.” before looking over at you with an impish expression. this man’s gonna be the death of you.

[starkeysprincess]

Duuuude ugh I thought about what it would look like with stepbro!rafe making you cum for the first time cause you told him you’d feel funny sometimes so you’d try to get off but then it felt like you had to pee and you’d stop and the innocence he’d get off on…

-like I can see him at the start of your fucked stepsibling relationship him just liking to grope and fondle you and then one day when he’s stressed he just needs something to smack and rough up so he calls for you “you gonna let me play with my favorite little ass?”

-once he has you over his lap spanking and gripping you while he watches TV, you’re getting wet and tell him you feel funny and never really felt what happened after cause you were scared and so he points out his bulge under your lower tummy “you did that sweet baby. get that empty head working and see if you can figure out what you need” and before you know it he’s helping you grind on his lap, talking you through it, praising and degrading you until you finally feel your first orgasm. “You wanna feel that again, you come to me, I’ll take care of you, princess, but head upstairs, now I gotta show you how to take care of me for being such a good big brother”

warnings: stepcest, spanking, dry humping, reader is 18+

he practically uses your ass like a stress ball, whether squeezing and kneading the fatty flesh or giving it a harsh smack whenever you’re nearby; he just can’t help himself, especially when he was under immense stress. "rafey?" your voice called out, entering his bedroom when you heard him call your name. his hand encircled your wrist, pulling you further into his room, and locked the door.

"what's wrong?" you frowned, noticing the distressed look on his face. "nothing your pretty little head needs to worry about, alright? i'm just stressed, s'all," your stepbrother murmured.

"is there anything i could do to help?"

rafe didn't have to think twice at your question, "mhm, i have a whole lot of stress to relieve. you gonna let me play with my favorite little ass?". his fingers play with the ends of your hair, sensing your hesitation, “c’mon, princess. you wouldn’t want your stepbrother to be stressed, would you?” he faux pouted. you shook your head, "no, i wanna help you if i can.".

"yeah? you're such a good girl. always wanting to make me feel better, huh?" he licked his lips, sitting on the edge of his bed before pulling you to lay across his lap. his hand ran up the back of your thigh to the hem of your oversized shirt, pushing it till it bunched around your waist, revealing your perfectly plump ass.

“missed this sweet little ass,” he groaned, kneading the soft flesh. a small yelp slips from your lips when his large palm harshly lands on your ass, making your body jolt forward.

you could feel the band of his ring leaving an impression on your sensitive skin with each delivered smack. your skin felt hot, the stinging sensation slowly fading into pleasure as he alternated between slapping and massaging your red, swollen ass. you squirm in his lap, your panties soaked and sticking to your cunt. “what’s got you squirming, hm?” rafe teased, his hands gripping your ass cheeks, spreading them apart to see a wet patch seeping through the thin material.

“oh, you like this, huh? i could tell by how much of a mess you’re making, ruining these pretty little pink panties,” he chuckled. “rafe…” you whine, your cunt pulsing with need. he bucks his hip, his bulge pressing against your lower tummy, “feel that? s’all cause of you sweet girl. need you to get that pretty little head working and see if you can tell me what you need.”

“i-i don’t know,” you stammered, “you don’t know? you and i both know that’s a load of shit,” rafe tsks.

"guess i have to show you what you need then, huh?" he chuckles, pulling you up till you're straddling his lap. his hands find your hips, holding them steady as he guides you to rut against his lap. he grins to himself, licking his lips when he hears your breath hitch in your throat as his bulge grinds against your clothed cunt, "feels good, yeah?".

you nod weakly, burying your face into his shoulder, encouraging rafe to push and pull your hips back and forth. you press your face further into his shoulder, muffling the small moans that slip from your lips, "that's it, keep making those sounds. let me hear how good it feels," rafe cooed. his palms slide to your ass, squeezing the flesh hard enough to leave bruises, his own hips bucking to meet each roll of your hips.

a sharp gasp erupts from your throat when your clit bumps where the tip of his cock rests, making your body squirm, and your hips start to roll against his. "there you go, just like that...show me how much of a desperate little slut you are," rafe groans, grinding himself harder against you, matching your rhythm.

"please..." you whine, trying to halt your movements as you feel an unfamiliar tightening in your lower belly. "shh, just let it happen, sweet girl. s'okay, i got you," rafe reassures, his grip on your hips tightening.

rafe buries his face into the side of your neck, his lips brushing against your skin, “c’mon, baby. cum f’me, want you to show me how much you need me.”. you cry out against his shoulder, your cunt clenches around nothing as your orgasm washes over you.

your body slumps forward into his chest, your breath tickling his neck as you pant for air. rafe's thumbs rubbed soothing circles onto your hips, “good girl, you did so good.".

"hey, look at me," he rasps, his hand intertwining in your hair, pulling your head back to make you look at him. "if you ever wanna feel that again, you come to me, understand? i'll take care of you, okay?" he brushed your hair out of your face.

"okay," you whisper, nodding in response. "good...now i gotta show you how to take care of me for being such a good big brother. can you do that for me?" .

[gamblersdoll]

cw: threesome, oral (f, m) p in v, blowjob, cum eating, first time, anal. (not really, more ass eating.)

the three of you were impossible together, at least what katsuki thinks. he has to deal with a big ass tank of a boyfriend, and then a bratty little shit. only difference was you werent a pro, but you were around.

but you loved having two big men all over you.

“mm mm, dont run baby.” kirishima mumbles, holding your legs and katsuki grabbing the essentials for after what was said and done. “god, you look so beautiful.”

“stop hoggin’ her, red.” katsuki grumbles, getting beside him and kissing the inner of your legs. “you nervous?” he watches you nod, and chuckles. “i bet, kirishima was itchin’ for you earlier.”

“way to put me on the spot, babe.” he says, laying on his stomach next to his semi smaller boyfriend, and wrapping a finger around the band of your panties. “is.. this okay?”

you nod, cheeks flushed and hot. they couldnt really tell, not with the red LEDs that katsuki had set up. he nods, pulling the panties down and they both exhale a groan. you shiver, your clit twitching softly. they freeze, and you chuckle. “im okay, just air.”

“fuck..” they both simultaneously say, cocks pressed against the mattress. two pairs of crimson eyes look up to you, then back to your bare slit.

they both move, tongues already making their assaults on your poor cunt and you moan. the fuck they thought, having two tongues against your clit? pure hell. you put a hand on one of their head, eyes closed and not really focused on whos head it was. katsuki growls, you figure he feels left out or something, but then pushes kirishima to the side and takes over.

he chuckles, squeezing your thigh. “he isn’t jealous, dont worry,” he reassured, kissing along your skin up to your lips. “he just gets so in the moment, believe me.”

“you talkin’ shit, red?” he asks, clit still in his mouth and side eyeing his crimson boyfriend. kirishima replies with a ‘nope,’ and he grunts, going back to his torturous assailant to your walls.

but then, he hooks his arms around your thighs, pulling you up and having your cunt in his mouth, legs and thighs on his shoulders. you squeal, gripping his hair and he groans a ‘fuck yes.’

kirishima whistles, getting behind you and kissing down your back. “you okay, baby?” you nod, and he giggles.

“what are you doing?” you quickly say in between moans, feeling kirishima grip the fatty flesh of your ass.

“you dont mind if i do this, do you?” he asks, a blush on his face and massaging your lower hips. you shake your head no, and he sighs.

“just… be careful with your teeth.” you say, and he reassures you.

he gets a little lower, spreading you open and licking small circles around your puckered hole. you groan, the feeling so foreign to you and he kisses it. he sometimes makes contact with katsuki’s tongue, swapping spit.

“h—hah…” you pant, gripping the blonde’s hair and having your face drop into a ‘o’ shape. you feel yourself clench around nothing, mumbling a ‘fuck.’

“cum on my face,” katsuki says muffled, “cum on my fucking face.” he orders, swatting a hand on your ass and pressing his tongue deep into your walls. you squeal again, and kirishima presses his thumb inside. they both feel each other through only you.

you pull his hair, biting your lip as you spasm around his tongue.

he swallows whatever hes given, kissing small kisses against your folds and clit. “dont drop her, kats.”

“i know the fuck im doin’.” he barks, and kirishima just laughs. they lay you down on the bed, having you on your knees and a pillow under your hips.

“you ready, pretty?” kirishima asks, pulling his boxers off as katsuki did as well.

“youre.. double stuffing me?” you ask, for clarification. because they had to be outta their mind if they think ‘yes, we are putting two cocks inside one hole the first time.’

“no, that would be stupid.” katsuki taps your rear end, signaling he was behind. “im going to be right here..” he says, a middle and ring finger pressing inside your walls. “and red is going to be in your mouth, that okay with you?”

you nod, mouth watering as he spoke.

“okay.. if you get uncomfy, let us know!” kirishima reminded, could be overbearing since he had to ask for permission to kiss you on the cheek.

katsuki slips himself in, slow and controlled. he grunts while he slips himself inside, carnal desire and need building up and trying to seep through. meanwhile for poor kirishima, he had to bite his knuckle to not immediately start. your mouth feels too good, especially for their first time with you.

they had needed this, wanted this for so long.

“ready?” katsuki asks, forgetting that you have a eight inch cock inside your mouth. had kirishima had lesser girth, you would respond.. but that boy bulked up so much over the years. “heh, okay then.”

katsuki moves his hips in a slow but steady pace, immediately gripping your hips as you release around him. you sucked him in, a creamy ring forming around his shaft and he growls. he mumbles a ‘oh, fuckin’ christ.’

and for kirishima? oh, he was losing it.

“oh, god.” he breathes out, eyes rolling but snapping back to you as he pushes his cock in and out of your mouth. “oh, god, youre so good.”

both of them are losing themselves, drowning inside of you and out. katsuki picks up the pace, wet skin echoing around the room and the red light’s glistening against your skin. katsuki grips your hips in a attempt to pull you closer to him, but he then grabs your arms back to him as he grunts and groans.

kirishima gets closer to you on the bed, hands on your head as he whines about how good it feels.

“fuck yeah!” katsuki growls through his teeth, spit spilling over his plump lips and dripping down to where you both meet. “and you kept this shit from us?” he asks, as if he were offended.

you clench around him, your eyes rolling back and burning from the tears dripping down your face. kirishima’s cock twitches, and he pulls his right hand away.

“coming— fuck!” he announces, pulling you down on his cock and sputtering his load inside of your mouth, a few more thrusts coming after. he pants, pulling himself away and laying on the bed in a dazed, fucked out state.

“not done with you, little shit.” katsuki reminds, putting a leg up and feeling himself go deeper. “h’oh, fuck.” he moans for the first time, hips starting to stutter.

“fuckmefuckmefuckme!” you chant, eyes crossing and your head presses against the bed. “use me, fuck!”

“take it, take all of it.” he chants with you, pulling the pillow out from under you. to hell with the pillow, he thought. and he starts to thrust with his body weight into your cervix. he wipes his hand on his shirt at different times, not ever forgetting his quirk usage. “fuck— going to fucken come.” he mumbles, you not hearing, but feeling.

you reach underneath you, grabbing his balls and fondling them. he grunts loud, him immediately spilling himself inside and grabbing you by your wrist.

“the fuck— the fuck was that?” he says in between breaths, hearing how kirishima suggested it, merely as a joke. “did he now?”

“both of you like to rat me out, huh?”

you giggle, having katsuki lay you against kirishima and kirishima kissing your cheek repeatedly. “stay there.” he ordered as he wiped you down with wet wipes and giving you your vitamins with water.

“did you really just give me my vitamins after you fuck me?”

“shut the fuck up and take them.”

“be nice!”

[latenightdaydreams]

Deployment Struggle (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List

>cw: fem/afab, masturbation, p in v, oral

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During deployment, König watches his teammates cheat on their partners back at home. Interacting with the foreign women and using their military status to get laid. Soldiers within the team fucking each other, causing unnecessary drama.

König doesn’t take part in any of this. He stays loyal to you, not even going to dance clubs or bars with his team. Instead, he stays back in his bed looking at polaroids he took of you before deployment. The red thong he takes for ‘good luck’ is stuffed into his mouth. His pants are around his thighs as he jerks off vigorously.

He looks at a photo of you spreading your pussy lips, showing off your beautiful pink cunt. His white creamy semen leaking out of you gaped open from his enormous cock. With a deep sigh, he closes his eyes, vividly imagining that night.

On the living room couch, he had you bent over the armrest. One hand grasping the fatty flesh of your ass, his thumb shoved up your tight asshole. His hips rolled at such a rapid pace that the couch banged into the wall. Your moans are loud pleas for him to fuck you harder, knowing damn well you can’t take it. The feeling of your pussy getting pushed to the point of pain because your boyfriend’s cock is too big adds to the pleasure.

Your sopping wet cunt leaves a creamy white ring around the base of his cock. Chills covered your body when his hand ran up your spine to your neck, wrapping his massive hand around your neck and pulling your head back slightly. Your moans coming out strained from the pressure he’s applying on your throat.

A sound from outside pulling him from his fantasy. He pauses and waits to see if it’s a person. Nothing. König lays back down, picking up a different photo of your watery eyes gazing up at him with his cock stuffing your mouth.

König remembers you gagging yourself on his cock until you couldn’t go down any more. His hand wrapping around a fistful of hair and pushing your head down more. Loud gurgling sounds leave your throat as bob's your head up and down the full length of his ten-inch cock. Not tapping out as thick globs of spit poured from your mouth as, pushing yourself just to please him. So perfect.

Your thong in his mouth muffles his soft moans as he whimpers your name, his warm cum landing on his stomach and dripping down onto his hand. He imagines that he’s deep inside of your pussy as you clench around him to suck him dry.

Once he cleans up, König looks at the small calendar he uses to count down the days until he’s home. It seems like it’s so far away, but he knows the weeks will fly by. Before no time, he will be back in his bed, his body wrapped around yours.

[cowthrine]

Look at you. Laying in that bed staring at me so hungrily, it hasn’t even been 20 minutes yet and you still act like I haven’t fed you in days. You really are a gluttonous pig aren’t you? If you beg good enough maybe I’ll get the tube for you but you really have to convince me. I have a better idea actually. How about you walk to the fridge and get your shake I’ll do it. I’m feeling extra merciful so I well help you get your lardy ass out of bed at least. Already squirming and I haven’t even grabbed your wrists, you really are desperate for this huh? Alright up you go fatass. Are you even trying right now? Come on fatty I need you to try… out of breath already? You haven’t even gotten up yet. I’ll help you try again in a minute. Regain your breath, I can’t have you passing out dear… ok let’s try again, but please try dear. I want you to show me how much you need this. Ok on three baby. One. Two. Three! Fuck you’re heavy, but you’re standing so that’s good, now let’s go to the kitchen. What? Oh you don’t want me slapping your ass, maybe you should’ve though of that before choosing to go commando for the rest of your life, you can’t just leave your cute butt exposed like that. But anyways let’s go get you a nice drink as a reward.

[soulc-hilde]

You’re my Favorite

Pairing: Eminem x afab!reader

Warning: Implied smut, mentions of sexual intercourse, cursing, body shaming, fatphobia

Synopsis: Caught in the chaos of ’06, Marshall falls into bed with one of the most influential actresses of the decade. Despite his desire to let her in and know who Marshall Mathers is outside of the bedroom, his insecurities always seem. Chasing away the love of his life, eighteen years of loneliness darkens his soul until he makes a slip up in an interview.

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He silently watches her, nestled into his side, head resting on his chest with arms wrapped around his waist. She was beautiful. So, unconventionally beautiful which was a surprise as not many highly rated actresses such as herself were permitted such grace to keep their natural features.

As her eyes lock onto the action-packed scenes of Snakes on a Plane – a quick joke he made knowing that the poor woman hated seeing herself on camera, her palm absently rubs at his stomach.

His heart thumps, nearly dropping to his ass. Since the death of Deshaun, Marshall had took to the shadows, hiding away surrounded by food and drugs. The only thing that kept the rapper from facing malnourishment was his drug-infused munchies; however, there was a downfall to this.

The once lean man transformed into a round, depressed version of who he once was. His face was constantly flushed and blank.He was the epitome of heartache. Although, his new weight gain didn’t really put off the groupies.

There were some who chased after him just because of his wealth and others who did it as a joke, snorting to their friends whether ‘Fatty Shady’ was better than ‘Slim Shady.’ He wasn’t fazed at first, not at all; bitches will be bitches, he’d mutter to himself.

That was until he was to meet her at a restaurant for some quick lunch before heading back to his place. Arriving first, the Detroit native settled in the back of the dining floor in a booth, looking over the menu when a few waiters – just teenagers, kept pacing around his table with their indiscreet attempts at trying to confirm if he was the man in their heads.

One had raced back to the kitchen, shouting, “dude, Eminem’s here. Right now, he’s here in that last booth.”

The others lean out, eyes darting with excitement only to drop at the sight of the slumped over fat man in the booth.

“Man,” one of them scoffs, “that’s not Eminem. That’s just a fat man who looks like ‘em. Slim Shady’s skinny.”

Returning to their jobs, Marshall sits frozen behind the menu. His face screamed unbothered, but his heart shattered. He wasn’t too sure how much more he could take of this. Losing Proof, himself, hell, maybe his career – it was all just too much at once.

And yet, she seemed to make it better. Whether in public or in private, she never cared for the Eminem side of things, she wanted Marshall. When they undergo their sexcapades, she’d proudly praise his body with innocent kisses that were enough to send shivers down his spine.

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” he mutters, watching her snap out of her own little world.  She looks up at him with scrunched eyebrows, “do what?”

His shoulders rise, imitating that of a shy child. “Pretend like this is ideal. Like, like I’m the man that you dream of when you lay beside me.”

She shifts, leaning on her elbow. “Are you, are you saying that you’re not Marshall Mathers?” The woman feigns horror, bottom lip trembling in despair. “Are you a clone?”

She pauses, “my God, you’re a clone.” She leaps out of the bed, bare naked. She points a freshly manicured finger at him, shouting, “clone! Clone!”

The rapper bites back a laugh, shaking his head. He could’ve slept with anyone, any actress; he just had to choose the goofy one. Finding it impossible, he breaks into a laugh, tossing a pillow her way.

Regardless of how cool she appeared on camera; she lacked a lot of that appeal. She was a klutz and though she was more of the silent, observant kind, it wasn’t the sexy one. It was like that one kid in your school that didn’t fuck with anybody or anything, they were a ghost.

She misses it by a hair, the pillow crashes into her knee causing her to stumble with a laugh. “Shut up,” Marshall laugh. “I’m not no damn clone. Hell, that might be better than looking like this fat fuck.”

This time, she throws the pillow at him. The humor in her eyes has disappeared and instead, replaced with a somber glare. “There’s nothing wrong with the way you look,” she carefully scolds taking her place at his side once more.

“If you’re uncomfortable because you’re unhealthy, then that’s one thing, but being fat is not a bad thing nor is it unattractive.”

“You can stop fuckin’ lying to me,” he snarls, face burning with anger as his insecurities flush through his mind.

“No one’s lying to you, Marshall! Baby, you were handsome then and you’re handsome now. If you want to take care of yourself then so be it, but that doesn’t mean you have to harm your self-esteem.”

“Stop fucking lying to me,” he barks, “and just be honest. Can you really stand seeing my fat ass fucking you? You don’t ever stop and wonder if I’ll suffocate you? Is the dick that good or are you that much of a slut?”

“If I was such a fucking slut, Marshall, I would’ve already up and left months ago! Just admit that you care and we can go about this like fucking adults.” He continues to shake his head, “get the fuck out.”

But she keeps pushing. “You fucking care and that scares you, I get it, but that doesn’t make it right for you to fuck other people over.”

“Get out.”

“You’re so deep in your mind and the drugs that you forget that you still have family, people who care about you here and willing to support you! Don’t make Proof’s death into anything less than what it actually was. He died believing in you, wanting the best in you.”

“Get the fuck out!”

“You have daughters, waiting to see their father. Wanting more than just a few minutes of playtime, they want to be under you. They want to feel your presence, not gifts. Not texts or calls. They want you.”

“I swear to God, girl. If you don’t shut the fuck up!”

“I’m not gonna shut the fuck up! How about you act like a man!”

“Bitch, fuck you!”

“I love you!”

He glares at her, panting with blind rage. “I don’t. I never did. You ain’t shit to me, but another dick warmer. You ain’t shit to anybody in fucking Hollywood, but some fucking diversity hire with pretty tits and a fat ass. Maybe you should remember what you’re really here for.”

“You’re right. I’m the diversity eye-candy of Hollywood while you’re the drug addicted culture vulture. I guess we both forgot. I never wanna see you again.” He smirks, watching her storm around the room, dressing herself in a haste.

“Not a problem for me, baby. Not a problem at all.”

She storms out of the room without a look over shoulders. In contrast to his words, Marshall had a problem with this. He forces himself to watch her leave like several times before, playful kisses and phrases absent. As the front door closes, he collapse back into bed as sobs begin to rack his body.

-18 years later-

“It’s great to see you, Em, how’ve you been?” Sway asks. Marshall nods, “I’ve been good, man. Literally just working and spending some time with the family.”

The broadcaster nods, “I saw that. I saw Hailey’s wedding pictures on Instagram, congratulations. How does it feel now to see your little girl get swept up?”

“It fucking sucks,” he jokes as the Shade 45 crew laughs along. “Like, I did it before with Laney, cool. Cool, it stung like a bitch, but cool. Then Hailey comes through with her man and their engagement and I’m just like, what the fuck?! I knew I was getting old but shit man.”

Sway nods, “that’ll do it. At first, you know you’re aging, but when accolades are being accomplished then that’s when it really hits you.” As everyone else nods in agreement, he turns the conversation to a more professional piece.

“So, you put out Houdini for your Coup de Grace and it landed at number 2 on the Billboard Hot 100. Congratulations on that as well since that is the highest you’ve charted in the decade. What are your plans for the remainder of the year? Cause I know you have The Death of Slim Shady comin’ around, but do you also plan to make any public appearances, tours, or do you just wanna put the music out and chill in bed?”

“Cause you already did a surprise popout at a Detroit Concert Event, will there be anymore?”

Marshall shrugs, “the bed option honestly doesn’t sound bad at all. It’s one that I’d prefer, but fucking Paulina won’t let me. Instead, I’ll be in Texas this October to headline the Formula 1 Grand Prix Concert.”

“Oh, shit, really? That’s dope man.” Sway nods, “now are you big on racing? I’ve heard that it can be a crazy ass sport.” He shrugs, “kind of. Not into it as much as football, but I do look in here and there.”

“And there’s a list of other artists performing there as well?” Marshall nods, “yeah. I know Sting was confirmed to perform, I think the first night or the third because I’ll be the second. I’m not too sure who’s performing the first.”

A member of the crew leans over, “I believe it was y/n. Let me double check.” It was silent for a moment. Anticipation clutching at his chest, he leans forward with an interested gaze.

His face void of emotion, waiting for a solidified answer. He couldn’t understand if he saw this as a good thing, an opportunity to rekindle things or more so a badly moment of truth he wasn’t prepared for.

“Yes, it was confirmed last night that she’ll headline the first night.”

Sway looks back his way, “are you familiar with y/n?” The rapper nods, “uh, yeah. Yeah, I am, actually.” He gulps.

Marshall wasn’t one to prepare for an interview as he always knew what to say to keep things personal and who to give his time to. However, nothing in the world could’ve prepared him for questions about a lost love.

“We, uh, dated back in ‘06 for some months, I believe.” Sway’s eyebrows raise, “really?”

The former rapper may be a journalist, but he was an artist first who respected Marshall and vice versa. He knew the man basked privacy and wanted to be sure that this was the route he wanted to take.

“Yeah, we did. Things didn’t end well since, ya know, I was dealing with drugs and Proof’s passing. There’s not a lot of things or people I remember from back then, but she. She stays on my mind, always has.”

Sway leans toward him, whispering, “are you sure?” He nods, mouth drying.

“My comeback album, Relapse, in the song Beautiful… I’ve made a few references to her. Made it my moment to say things I couldn’t say to her face. Space Bound, Love the Way You Lie, and So Bad from Recovery were some, too.”

“Do you ever think that, maybe you’d want to see her again? Or is something of the past?” The rapper sighs, “I would prefer to see her again. Make amends, ya know. I see her in the media kicking ass, winning awards. I’m proud of her.”

Sway sends him a reassuring smile, “well, your folks at Shade 45 hope you two can make shit happen, man.”

—

If it was 2006 all over again, she’d swoon and make flirtatious quips at him through the media until he felt confident enough to approach her first. Unfortunately, she wasn’t that little girl again.

She has a couple years until she turned 50, two kids, a divorce under her belt, and a legacy. She no longer had time or the patience to paw at old flames, she wasn’t her ex-husband, for God’s sake. And yet, her heart pumped as if she ran a marathon all because the man who broke her heart eighteen years ago still loved her.

To make matters worse, the only way she had to contact him was through fucking social media. Did the old fuck even know how to operate the shit?

Great, so not only will she have to text him, but now take the chance of him not knowing how to reply. She knew her inability to live in peace was a forever thing, but the shit life throws at her is getting kind of ridiculous right now.

Um, I see you’re talking about me on the radio?

She hits send, fingers twitching with anxiety. She wasn’t some technical guru, but she wasn’t so out of touch to not understand that people take time to reply to things. However, this wasn’t a moment that deserved good virtue, so for fuck’s sake that dingy Midwest motherfucker better answer now.

Was it true? All of it?

She sends another text when a bubble appears, floating happily as it registers whatever the bullshit Marshall plans to spew. After a few minutes, the bubble has made itself at home and she was ready to gank the man by his neck through the damn phone.

Goddamn old man, don’t tell me arthritis got you? Long ass paragraph…

Doesn’t that mean you have a ghostwriter? Oh, scandalous

Finally, his reply comes in.

Shut up. And yes, I meant everything I said. Sorry, if you were uncomfortable.

She sits, staring at the screen in silence. Her fingers move faster than her mind could process.

It took you five minutes to text me that. FIVE MINUTES!

Shut up and just say that you’ll have dinner with me, tonight?

I’m in Charleston.

I’ll fly you out then.

I’m not one of your little sluts

Of course not, you’re my favorite. I’ll fly you out, tonight. Don’t bring anything but a change of clothes.

That’s why your dick’s small.

Tagged: @evasmlp

Sorry, it’s a day late and that it sucks! I fell asleep last night after writing the first portion, but I hope you like it

[coeurify]

Ellabs fucking you dirtyyy with breeding straps…

Like strap sucking is so underrated to begin with but strap sucking + a breeding strap facial??? A need. Like breeding straps aren’t limited to cuming inside the reader just imagine kneeling for Ellie and Abby and hearing them coo at you encouragingly while you suck them off. Or Ellie behind you talking about how deep she’s gonna breed you while Abby shoves her strap down your throat. OR Ellie holding you open for Abby as her strap feels so deep you’re sure she’s actually in your guts. Just need reader to be left a completely limp fucked out mess covered is ellabs cum😊

omg !!!!! 18 +

“In—” you beg, your lip quivering, your shaking hands grasping at Abby’s moving hips, fingers hooking in the tight, black harness that hug her waist, keeping her strap snug against her— the strap that drilled into your soaked cunt, clenching around every punishing thrust.

“In what baby?” Ellie’s voice cooed, soft lips pressed against your temple, ogling the filthy sight in front of her as she lounged, her own strap laying heavily between her relaxed thighs.

“W’nt abs to cum inside me-” you continue, your toes curling with Abby’s thrusts quickened at your words, your sweaty face tipping back, taken over by a moan.

“Switch.” Abby’s voice came out muffled, gritted by the pearly white teeth she clenched as she shoved you off of her strap, another loud hiss falling from Ellie’s lips at the sight of the shiny slick that covered the base, a squeal sounding from your own mouth. “No-” you beg pathetically at the empty feeling, not even attempting to fight as two sets of large hands grasp your hips, maneuvering you around like their own personal ragdoll.

“Want her mouth,” someone— you can barely tell in your fucked out state— demands as your face is shoved down against the sheets, your cheek hitting the soft material with a small whimper, a harsh grip pulling your hips up, shoving them back against someone’s pelvis.

“My turn with this pretty pussy, huh? Gonna let me fill you up baby? Gonna let me watch it spill out?” Ellie questions, your floating brain finally finding its way back to your skull as you nod quickly, pulling a chuckle from the green eyed girl. Hands that are too big to be Ellie’s lift you up on your elbows, nearly hanging off the edge of the bed as Abby grips your cheeks, standing at the edge of the bed as she forces your fluttering eyes to focus on her. “Open your mouth.”

You waste no time, your mouth falling open at the very moment Ellie’s fingers part your sticky folds, the tip of her strap teasing the clenching hole.

Your moan is swallowed by the wet silicone that invaded your mouth, gaping your lips as Abby groans like it’s her own cock sitting pretty against your tongue.

“There you go princess.” Abby grunts, the delicious friction of the harness against her clit has her head tilting back, your own slight gag against the strap adding to the shock of pleasure that rolls through her body. Your hips grind back, slipping the first inch of Ellie into you.

“Fuckk, look how she’s swallowing me,” Ellie marvels to the blonde, who cranes her neck to watch as Ellie slams you completely back on her cock, your moan muffled by Abby’s own strap, a small gag causing drool to pool in your mouth, dripping from the corners of your lips.

“Give it to her, Els,” Abby demands, the slow, calculated thrusts that Ellie gives you not up to the blonde’s standards. Ellie, always quick to listen, adjusts her position, blunt nails digging into the fatty flesh of your hips as she pistons harder into you. If you could wail out at the feeling— at how it hit that perfect spot in you, you would. But all that comes is a gargled noise, more spit dripping down your chin, collecting on the messy sheets beneath you.

“Shit,” Ellie husked, trying to keep her own moans from the rubbing against her clit quiet— too keen on hearing the squelched noises that come from beneath her, the creamy ring of your wetness on the purple silicone enchanting her glazed over eyes, bottom lip sucked between her lips.

“Such— a fuckin—perfect— mouth—” Abby bites, each word followed by a thrust. Her hand gripping the nape of your neck, reveling in the tears that pooled in the corner of your pretty eyes, your eyelashes fluttering, catching the droplets of water as you tried your best to be good for your girls, gripping the sheet under your fists.

“ ‘M close Abby,” Ellie warned, her thrusts un-uniformed and messy, searching more pressure against the throbbing clit under her harness.

“Me too,” Abby huffed, her cheeks flushed so red that if your mouth wasn’t full, you probably would’ve made a bratty comment about it. Instead you do your best to relax your jaw, welcoming Abby’s cock even deeper in, a bitten off groan following.

Sometimes you swore these girl’s could really feel the way you wrapped around them.

“Gonna fill you up,” Ellie babbled, her trembling hand moving down to grip the base of her strap, eyes catching on Abby, waiting for the right moment. “You gonna let us fuck our babies into you, hm?” Ellie continued, always the noisier one. Her words are slurred, spurred on by how her stomach clenches with each plunge into you, nearing her own climax as your thighs shake with the impending feeling of your own enclosing in on your blotchy vision.

“Fuck—Now,” Abby rasps, her own words sounding slightly more whiny, her hand grasping to push you closer against her, hips grinding into the pressure of her harness, free wrist moving to grip her own strap.

Your gargled, choked out moan sounds as you cum around Ellie’s strap, your back arching as much as it can, knees giving out— but Ellie is quick to wrap an arm around your waist— holding you up as both girl’s squeeze their straps.

The breeding liquid floods every damn sense you can imagine, eyes rolling back as the warmth fills your used pussy, Ellie groaning as she cums at the very same time, the back of her strap harness wet with her own finish, thrusts slowing as she swears under her breath, pulling out with little warning.

Abby takes a few more shallow thrusts, hissing at the little choked coughs you make around her. When she finally does finish, she shivers, holding your head flush against her as she rides out the orgasm. The minute she pulls out, a messy string of spit mixed with the thick breeding strsp cream connects the silicone to your lips. Your elbows shake, falling against the bed with your fucked our body, your front half finding the comfort of the bed beneath you as you cough, your wet face sticking to the sheets.

“Come look at this mess,” Ellie’s voice wavers, arm still keeping your back half up, admiring how your cunt pulses, globs of creamy liquid dripping over and out your folds.

“Fuck angel,” Abby croons, following Ellie’s voice to eye the sight.

“You were fuckin’ made to be bred.”

[fluffybellyhog99]

Oink oink piggy still laying lazy in bed

[azzibuckets]

anything you want [pazzi]

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

summary: fluffy blurb based off this moment last year when paige dressed azzi in her entire outfit at the sza concert then lent her her jacket

a/n: dedicated to @clairosrealwife for messaging me on 4 different places asking for a new fic like the overbearing annoying ass she is

word count: 1.1k

masterlist

“Yikes.”

Paige, Jana, and Aaliyah peered through the doorway of Azzi’s room, all exchanging glances at the sight before them. Azzi was slumped on the floor, face down in a pile of clothes while shirts and sweaters were strewn all over her bed, furniture, and closet.

They’d been eating snacks in the kitchen before muffed groans had pierced the peaceful silence of the dorm. Azzi had been in a mood all day, and no one on the team dared to bother her when she was pissed off. But it was becoming hard to enjoy their Lays when Azzi was huffing and storming around in the other room, so they made a mutual agreement to approach the girl together by having strength in numbers.

“Azzarae,” Aaliyah said gently, always having a soft spot for her younger roommate. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t find anything cute to wear for the concert,” Azzi groaned. “This is literally the worst day of my life. I failed my exam in accounting this morning and then I got a smoothie to console myself but then I fucking spilled the entire thing-,”

Paige glared at her teammates as they slowly started to creep away from the door. “Your girlfriend, your problem,” Aaliyah mouthed before she and Jana took off, giggling as they returned back to their snacks.

Fatties, Paige thought bitterly to herself before entering the room and shutting the door. “You know the entire team is scared of you whenever you’re mad?”

A small smirk slid its way onto Azzi’s face. “I know. They leave me alone for once. I get peace and quiet.”

Paige rolled her eyes fondly. She grabbed Azzi’s hand and folded it between hers, rubbing soothing circles across Azzi’s palm with her thumbs. “I got some new shit in the mail a few days ago. Come over and try them on?”

Azzi nodded gratefully. On their way out, Aaliyah and Jana were still laughing like hyenas, fingers flying across their screens as they texted the group chat about how they’d left Paige to her own devices. But as soon as Azzi sent them a withering stare, they both immediately shut up. “You’re such a pussy,” Jana whispered to Aaliyah. “You’re literally older than her.” Without looking up from her phone, Aaliyah jabbed Jana in the stomach.

Azzi made herself comfortable on Paige’s bed as the older girl started rummaging through some boxes in her closet. “Here.” Paige tossed a pile of plastic wrapped packages at Azzi.

Azzi’s hands hovered over the clothes. “You sure? You haven’t even gotten the chance to wear them yourself yet.”

Paige leaned down and pressed a kiss to Azzi’s neck, letting her lips linger on the sensitive pulse point that she knew made Azzi shudder. “Stop being so unselfish all the time,” she murmured, “or I’m gonna start making out with you and we’ll never make it to the concert.”

A rosy blush fell over Azzi’s cheeks. “That doesn’t sound half bad,” she admitted, tucking an unruly strand of blonde hair behind her girlfriend’s ear.

Paige playfully bit down on Azzi’s shoulder, earning a squeal from the dark haired girl. Smirking, she drew back and punched Azzi’s shoulder. “Try the clothes on, dumbass.”

“A full Supreme outfit outfit? Really?” Azzi wrinkled her nose in the mirror as she experimented with her shirt, tucking it in and scrunching up one side to see what would look best.

“It’s gonna be cold.” Paige tossed her a puffer vest. “This would go nice with the sweats.”

Azzi shrugged on the puffer vest. Tilting her head thoughtfully in the mirror, she rolled her shirt up to above her belly button, making it look like a cropped top. “Much better.”

“You tryna make people faint?” Paige complained, eyes glued to the shiny piercing on Azzi’s stomach.

Azzi grinned, hand gesturing across her body. “You like it?”

“You know I think you look good in everything.” Paige approached Azzi from behind, hands sneakily sliding under the vest to make contact with Azzi’s bare abdomen. Paige savored the way Azzi’s muscles contracted at her touch. “But you look better in this than I would, trust.” She nestled her chin on Azzi’s shoulder, her gaze meeting brown doe eyes in the mirror. “You look so pretty, baby.”

Azzi turned and planted a kiss on Paige’s cheek. “Wanna match? You can wear your other Supreme shirt?” She smiled at Paige, that goddamn smile reserved solely for the person she loved most in the world, and Paige had seen that smile and that dimple almost every day for six years now, but she swore her knees still went weak at the sight.

Paige’s thumb brushed the expanse of Azzi’s skin, dipping just below the waistline of her pants in a slow circle. “Anything you want.”

*********

“You know I can walk just fine by myself?”

Paige’s hands ghosted Azzi’s waist for the hundredth time that night. “I know.”

Thankful that Paige was behind her and couldn’t see her face, Azzi smiled. She would never admit it, but she loved whenever Paige got unnecessarily protective whenever they were in public, guiding her through crowds with a hand firmly planted on the small of her back. Their relationship was private to the point where they could never kiss or show affection in front of other people, but this was one subtle way Paige reminded Azzi of how much she loved her, and Azzi appreciated it.

“You’re shivering.” Azzi hadn’t even noticed how cold she was until Paige pointed it out, but suddenly she could feel the late night chill in her bones despite the body heat radiating from the crowd pressed against them.

“I’m fine,” Azzi brushed her off. “I’ll go buy a hot chocolate or something later.”

“You’re gonna get sick,” Paige murmured, hand reaching out to steady Azzi as she zipped up her girlfriend’s puffer.

“Can you guys stop being cute for once?” Aubrey grumbled from behind them.

Both of them ignored her.

When she noticed how Azzi was still trying to rub her hands together for warmth, Paige immediately took off her jacket and pushed it into Azzi’s hands.

“No,” Azzi insisted, trying to give the jacket back. “You’re literally in only a shirt Paige.”

“Well, I’m not cold at all,” Paige said stubbornly, refusing to accept the jacket. “Are you forgetting I grew up in Minnesota?”

“I’m not cold anymore,” Azzi lied.

Paige cocked an eyebrow. “So your lips aren’t trembling?”

Sighing in defeat, Azzi hesitated before slipping on the black coat over her puffer. Paige smirked, adjusting the collar so that it sat comfortably on Azzi’s shoulders. “Better?” she asked softly.

Azzi nodded, glancing around before bringing Paige’s hand to her mouth and pressing a fleeting kiss to her knuckles. “If you start getting cold I’m taking this jacket off,” she warned.

“I’m actually pretty warm,” Paige said breezily. “But I wouldn’t mind some extra body heat, if you know what I mean,” she said with an exaggerated wink.

Azzi rolled her eyes, biting back a smile as she huddled closer to her girlfriend, pressing her entire body against the blonde’s. Her fingers fumbled around before finding Paige’s hand and tangling them together.

“See? Perfect.”

[daistea]

Can I request a thing where reader gives mithrun chap stick, I know it’s as medieval fantasy setting and all but there has to be something to put on those messy lips 🥀🥀🥀 like slime saliva or something ANYTHING 🥺

anything, you say?

as you wish..

mithrun x gn reader

1000 words

no tw!

★・・・・・・★★・・・・・・★

Beeswax. Butter. Oil from something fatty– preferably a coconut. 

How the hell were you supposed to get a coconut in Melini?

No big deal. You’d figure it out, you were good at figuring things out. This concoction was for the sake of your relationship, of your sanity. 

Nearby, Mithrun wandered into the room. His footsteps were usually silent, but you saw his shadow stretch across the floor. You snapped the potions book shut and turned to face your partner, who only raised a brow at your tense behavior. The stare-off began. Your mind raced. Coconuts… Mithrun was smart, he would know.

“How would one hypothetically get their hands on a coconut?” You blurted out.

Mithrun remained unphased, but answered immediately, “By chance. A migrating swallow could carry a coconut overseas.”

You scoffed, “A swallow?”

“It could grip it by the husk.”

 “It’s not a matter of where it grips it. A five ounce bird could not carry a one pound coconut.”

“Depends on if the swallow is from Kahka Brud or the Eastern Archipelago.”

“I don’t think it matters.”

“Three swallows could carry the coconut together.”

“Okay,” you waved a dismissive hand, “you’re just being silly now. I’ll figure it out myself.”

You turned around to continue your perusal of chapstick recipes, yet the feeling of familiar arms snaking around your waist gave you pause. Mithrun pressed his chest against your back and propped his chin up on your shoulder. He must’ve teleported across the room to get to you so quickly. You knew his gaze was on the potions book in your hands. You knew he was staring, the gears in his mind whirring and spinning. 

“Crafting something?” Mithrun asked quietly, nuzzling his nose into your neck. Automatically, you tilted your head to give him better access. 

“I’m…” ideas ran through your mind like a flood, and you unfortunately landed on the first one that stood out, “I’m making a laxative potion. For Kabru. He’s constipated, ate too much cheese. Those bowels are stuffed.”

Mithrun let out a sharp exhale of air through his nose, his version of an amused snort. He probably knew you were lying, he always did. He seemed to have a sense for those kinds of things. Fortunately, he questioned you no further and instead started his usual attempts to distract you. He kissed your neck, his hands went to your hips, he pinned you to the table…

Those attempts usually worked. 

Except his lips were so damn chapped. Your boyfriend was extremely dehydrated. Had he even drank any water today? Mithrun had a tendency to forget that water was an essential part of existence. You yanked yourself out of his grip and bolted toward the kitchen to fetch him a glass of water. He narrowed his eyes in confusion but drank it without question. 

Now, he was allowed to distract you. 

Days later, you acquired a coconut. It was on the beach of Melini, just laying there, perfect and usable. Perhaps three swallows carried it over the sea. What was the air-speed-velocity of three swallows carrying a coconut? Whatever. You had your ingredients now. 

You mixed them into a lovely paste. It didn’t smell great, but you tested the chapstick out on yourself. It worked! You knew that Mithrun wouldn’t be offended— offending him was difficult— but your nerves still stood to attention.

This was for your sanity. This was for the good of your relationship. This was for the good of the lips you kissed every day and planned to kiss for the rest of your life. 

That night, you kept the jar of chapstick beside your side of the bed. You laid your head on your pillow and stared at the ceiling, waiting for it. The right moment would arrive in three, two, one—

Mithrun rolled over so he was half on top of you. His hair fell around his face as he looked down at you, palms pressed flatly into the pillow on either side of your head. He shifted his legs so one of his knees was between your legs, pressing lightly against your core.

Stay calm, you reminded yourself. You had a mission. Do not writhe beneath him or show how affected you are, that was precisely what he wanted.

Mithrun didn’t really have any techniques of seduction. He just blinked down at you, thinking. You sent him a smile in return. He would lean in to kiss you in three, two one–

You put up a hand between your faces to stop him. His good eye widened in surprise as his lips made contact with only your palm. You sent him the most innocent smile you could muster. 

“There’s something I want to try tonight,” you said, “sit up.”

Mithrun obeyed. He pushed himself up and away, folding his legs beneath each other criss-cross-applesauce style on his side of the bed. After sending him another smile, one you hoped was reassuring, you leaned down to grab the jar of chapstick. 

He raised a brow, “What is that?”

“A concoction,” you answered simply, “for the hydrating of one's lips.”

Mithrun took the jar, opened the lid, and sniffed the paste. “Smells like butter.”

“Yes, well, it has butter in it.”

“And coconut.”

“Yes, there’s coconut as well, mainly the oil but there’s some coconut meat in there too.”

He glanced up at you, “Why?”

“Because it’ll make things feel better,” you explained, gently taking the jar away from him and dipping your finger into it. Without hesitation, you smeared it across his lips. He closed his eyes and furrowed his brows and jerked away ever so slightly, but allowed it. 

Once you finished, Mithrun opened his eyes. His expression was flat as he stared at you, “Tastes bad.”

“You’re not supposed to eat it!”

“How could I not?”

“You’re hopeless,” but cute. He was hopeless and cute. You set aside the jar and leaned toward him, shifting your body so that you straddled his lap. His hands immediately went to your hips and he tilted his head back to look up at you. There was no reason to wait, no reason to stall. You pressed your mouth against his in a familiar kiss, you’d probably shared thousands of these with him. But this time…

It tasted bad. 

You pulled away and wiped at your mouth, “Okay, yeah, we’re not using that. I’ll find something else.”

Mithrun wiped the chapstick away with the back of his hand, then leaned up to resume the kiss. 

At least his lips were a bit softer than usual. You’d take what you could get. 

[starkeysprincess]

I NEED some headcannons for Drew because just from looking at him, his demeanor, the dirty confidence he exudes, I know this man is absolutely obsessed with your ass. Like can’t ever get enough. Groping and squeezing any chance he gets. Making his gawking so incredibly obvious, being nasty in front of everyone on set and whispering dirty shit in your ear about how you’ve got him hard while he’s working. Always having you sit in his lap and showing off to everyone what’s his and never hesitating to bend you over his knee in a semi-public space and spank, jiggle and treasure what’s his.

i feel like he likes tits & ass, that’s the vibes I’m getting hehe also I’m so terribly sorry if this sucks, this is my first time writing headcanons 😭

↬︎ drew’s hands always seem to be grabbing your ass, it doesn’t matter where the two of you are, that man is all over you

↬︎ there isn’t a time where he doesn’t slap your ass anytime you walk in front of him

↬︎ whenever you’re in bed, he has you laying on top of him, his large hands squeezing and kneading the fatty flesh of your ass

↬︎ he’d be in the middle of a conversation with one of his cast mates, muttering “mhm” + “yeah”, barely listening because he’s too busy staring at your ass

↬︎ he 100% leaves bite marks on the cheeks of your ass, he just enjoys seeing your pretty ass littered with his handprints and bite marks

↬︎ “mine” is all he’d mutter, his hands cupping your ass, jiggling and squeezing it firmly

↬︎ he’d find any excuse just to bend you over his lap and spank you

↬︎ always has to have you sitting his lap and you could feel his cock nestled between the crease of your ass through your clothes

↬︎ as much as he loves seeing your pretty face, he loves having you face down into the mattress with your ass up so he can watch it jiggle and bounce with each of his thrusts

[piggygirltummy]

Something about the combination of feedism and breeding kink is so unbelievably hot to me. Not only am I going to make sure I put a baby in you, I'm also going to make sure that you pile on every pound of baby weight that you possibly can. You lay on the bed and beg to be bred, and after you get filled up, you get doted on and absolutely stuffed with food too. People are going to stare and wonder exactly how you're fattening up this much. You'll be growing from carrying our baby, but you'll also be growing from just what a greedy fatty you are. You have to keep your energy up after all, being knocked up like that 💞

[auxfeed]

(This is kind of a second part to my contract-story as one of my followers wished for a continuation. But it also can be read seperately, of course. Enjoy!)

Oh you sick little piggy, what have you done? You just signed your fate and your own death. The ink on the contract is dry now, so there will never be a way back. This is it: you are my property now. My death feedee to fatten until the end... YOUR end.

Wll then, take your fucking clothes off, hog, and throw them in the trash over there. You won't need them ever again as you'll stay naked from now on, just like you agreed to in our contract. Oh, I like your heavy breathing you got just from stripping naked for me. Is little piggy exhausted from all the fat it grew already? Is little piggys' butt too wide for this tent-like pants? Or that belly too heavy for a long stand? Don't worry, hog, it'll all be over soon. All the pain, all the exhaustion. Although, actually, the real exhaustion comes through my feeding. And pain... lord... you'll experience so much pain now for your last years now. It'll be so much fun - at least for me.

Now, move your blubber over here and step on the scale. Yeah, I know, you can't read the number on it because of your huge, hanging gut. That's ok, none of your predecessors could. Let me just do this for you. Oh lord, you're definitely a big one. Piggy ate well, didn't it? Little piggy got a starting weight of already 480lbs. But still piggy wants to grow for me, doesn't it? Piggy wants to get fed and become much, much fatter, huh? Of course, you do. We'll, better waste no time then. Hurry up,pig, and waddle down the floor. Take your time and better take a look out of the window to see the beautiful sun and the blue sky out there. It'll be the last time...

Well, this is it: the stairs to my basement. The place you wanted to live so desperately since we first wrote. Here, take my hand, pig, and let me help and lead you downstairs. Oh, how it must hurt, when such a heavy body of yours crushes your poor knees with each little step. I do believe you, that it has to be so hard to move such an amount of fat even for a inch. Wobble wobble, makes the belly, huh? But don't worry, you are nearly done and... it's a one-way-walk for you anyway.

Yeah, fatty, you made it. Welcome to your new home! Just waddle those little fat feet of yours to your extra-wide bariatric bed. Good piggy, you do so well. Is your belly heavy? Are your thighs too thic to walk? Yes? Should we lay you down then and chain you to the bedframe like you agreed in the contract? We'll better do. Here, let me make room for you. These will be the last steps you'll take forever and I want you to feel them. I want you to get nervous, frightened, excited, anxious, glad, finally satisfied - all at the same time. Good piggy, move your blubber! And now... heave yourself up!

This was it, piggy. These were your last steps. This is the place you'll stay in for the rest of your days. I'll feed you down here, you'll grow for me down here and - of course - you'll die down here. Now you finally are what you ever wanted to be: a real, serious death feedee. With a feeder that fattens you until your heart stops beating. Congrats, piggy! Let me just fix those chains to your wrists and ankles and then the fun begins...!

[pearlcigs]

⋆ spank me!

her calloused hands were gentle on the irritated skin. soothing over the red imprints of her handprint plastered on you ass from the ruthless amount of times she's spanked you. kneading the fatty flesh, watching the fat tears roll down your puffed out cheeks. "learn your lesson, baby?" she mutters, fixing the waist band of your underwear, smoothing out any wrinkles she could find on the small fabric. you let out a quiet "humph", not wanting to admit to her that you were even being a brat in the first place.

ellie rolled her eyes at your stubbornness, unwavering her stern attitude. her hand raised again, clashing down just as fast on your supple ass. a soft whimper leaves your lips, another set of tears burning down your face. you wanted to be tough, continue with the bratty act just to spite ellie but the sting on your ass was starting to be unbearable. "okay! 'm sorry, el... i learned my lesson, 'm sorry! no more, please, no more." you cried, begging her to stop, despite how wet it made you in the beginning. "aw, poor baby." ellie mocks, quickly moving to sooth the scarlet marks to try and numb most, if not all, of the pain.

you frowned. ellie's teasing was what got you in this position in the first place. your frown didn't go unnoticed. she chuckled to herself before helping you sit up, and helping you lay on the bed. she lays next to you, her hand resuming it's position on your ass. her lips are covering your faces in kisses. "did so good f'r me, mama." she praises in a low voice, her hand inconspicuously moving from your ass to your cunt, rubbing your core through your soaked underwear. your eyes were closed, cuddling into her and letting her slid your panties off, whimpering at the cold breeze.

"sh, sh, sh, baby. lemme make it up to you." she smiles, kissing the corner of your mouth, middle finger circling your clit with ease. you hide your face in her neck, soft moans projecting into her ear. "shouldn't even be rewardin' you right now." she mutters, admiring the sight of you. "i said sorry, el..." you whined, hoping she wouldn't take the pleasure away. "i know, honey. you're so, so sorry, aren't you?" you nodded at her words. they weren't cruel but the tone of her voice suggested otherwise. "bet you think it's all my fault that you were bein' a brat, hm?" you don't respond to that one which earns you a slight pinch to your clit. "what am i gonna do with you?" she sighs with a chuckle.

I NEED ELLIE TO SPANK ME SO BAD OH MY GOD RANDJDKIS