#make him short and fat and a little bit weird

[westaysilly]

short error is best error i will NOT take criticism

[holeforzenin]

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ GIVING ROOMMATE TOJI A HONEY PACKET TO MAKE HIM HARD

You’re digging through the kitchen drawer for a pen but instead, you find a single, slightly crumpled honey packet— one of those ones from a diner Toji probably pocketed without even thinking.

That’s when the memory hits you: someone once told you honey boosts testosterone. Supposedly gets the blood flowing or something like that. You don’t know if it’s true but suddenly, you’re struck with the image of Toji randomly getting hard for no reason— looking all confused and irritated and the idea of teasing and laughing at him for being a confused old man is too good to pass up.

You find him at the kitchen table, slouched in one of the chairs with a pile of mail in front of him. He’s fresh off work, still in his dusty jeans and oil-stained shirt, arms looking way too good folded up like that. His hair’s a little messy with his bangs cascading down his forehead and slightly tickling his eyes. He smells like outside yet he still looks like sin.

You casually slide the honey packet across the table like it’s a top-secret document. He glances up. “What’s this?”

“Just try it,” you say softly, feigning innocence as you open the fridge for a drink. “Natural energy booster. Thought it might help after work, y’know?”.

Toji raises an eyebrow, but he doesn’t question you. Just casually tears the packet open with his teeth and licks the honey off the edge like it’s nothing. You watch from the fridge, biting the inside of your cheek to hold in your laugh. It’s criminal how fucking good he looks doing something so simple. You grab your drink and vanish to your room before he can notice the grin creeping onto your face.

It takes a while but maybe thirty, forty minutes later, you hear him shifting around on the couch. You peek down the hallway— and fucking shit.

He’s still lounging there, TV on but he’s clearly not paying any attention. One hand is resting on his thigh, the other tucked under his head and his hips keep shifting. You freeze when you notice the obvious shape straining against the front of his sweats. It’s not subtle either— it’s blatant. The fabric’s tented, and he keeps adjusting himself with this irritated little scowl like he’s trying to figure out why he’s getting an erection without warning or doing anything.

You casually walk into the living room, trying not to beam. “You good?” you ask, doing your best to sound normal.

Toji grunts. “M’fine. Just—” He sits up a bit straighter because you were there, then glances down at himself. He frowns. “Dunno what the hell’s up. Got this fucking—”

He stops short, noticing your eyes lingering where they shouldn’t be. He tugs the hem of his shirt down over his crotch but it doesn’t do much. “You seeing this shit?” he mutters, looking genuinely confused. “Haven’t even been thinking about anything”.

You shrug, taking a sip of your drink. “Weird. Could be the honey,” you offer innocently. “You know, some people say it boosts testosterone”.

He stares at you. “You serious?”

You nod, lips twitching into a grin.

“…You gave me a fucking boner on purpose?” he says slowly, piecing everything together. You can’t help it. You burst out laughing like a immature child.

He rubs a hand over his face, groaning in annoyance. “Fucking brat,” he mutters, and when he stands up— yeahhh, there’s definitely no hiding it now. The fat bulge in his sweats is very prominent and you shamelessly glance down again.

He catches you.

“Oh, you like that?” he says teasingly, a slow smirk creeping across his face now. “All that just for you, huh?”

Your laughter dies in your throat. You did not think this far ahead. Toji takes a slow step toward you, still adjusting his sweatpants. “You think you’re real funny, sweetheart. Gonna be even funnier when I make you deal with it”.

You blink up at him, your heart racing.

“Still feeling like a joke to you?

You open your mouth to answer, but your brain has completely short-circuited. The taunting grin on his face grows wider when he sees the panic start to creep into your expression.

Toji watches you squirm for a second longer, then chuckles low in his throat, eyes glinting with amusement. “Look at you,” he murmurs, taking one more step toward you, close enough that you can feel the heat rolling off him and maybeeee even the tiniest hint of his hardened bulge pressed against your tummy, but you don't dare look down. “All flustered over a little blood flow”.

You glare at him, trying to muster a comeback, but he just leans down a bit, voice dropping conspiratorially. “Y’know, if you wanted to see my dick that bad, sweetheart, all you had to do was ask”.

Your jaw drops. “What?! I did not!”

He starts laughing— really laughing this time, the kind that makes his shoulders shake as he straightens back up and ruffles your hair like you’re a dumb little sibling who walked straight into a trap.

“Oh my fuck, your face,” he says between laughs. “Worth every second”.

“You’re the worst,” you hiss, shoving his arm annoyingly but he doesn’t budge.

“And you’re a little brat,” he throws back, grinning like the cat that got the cream. “Giving a grown man unsolicited honey just to watch him pop a boner? That’s sick behavior, kid”.

“You didn’t have to eat it!”

“You slid it across the table like a damn drug deal!”

You try to storm off, but he catches your wrist gently just as you turn. You pause, blinking up at him again, and he just gives you a crooked smile and murmurs, “Next time you wanna see it, just knock”.

Your whole soul leaves your body.

He lets you go, snickering to himself as he flops back down on the couch like he didn’t just commit a crime against your sanity.

[avaredava]

MDNI

Toji Fushiguro, just a simple plumber is such a perv.

He's the local plumber, loved by many. He's in and out and gets your pipes clear doing it smoothly and quickly.

Unfortunately you had a sad issue...

Your toilet broke! You flushed too much toilet paper down. So it got stuck in the pipes. Then it hit you. Call Toji, he'll clear it quickly for a low price.

Perfect.

You called him and such and started talking. "Hey do you have any opening's today? My toilets clogged." You say as he lets a chuckle. "Mh yeah I do." he says in a gruff lazy voice.

You give him your information and shit, and he'll come over. Of course as a plumber he needs the source of the problem. So he asked.

"I was drunk and flushed too much toilet paper down the toilet." You said blandly. He was surprised how you bluntly said that. Like you don't give a shit. That just made him pop up.

"Yeah! Totally uhm, just give me your house address." He said in an overly cheery voice. You were honestly super surprised. He went from not giving a shit to giving one. That's the easiest way you could understand what was happening.

He cancels all his appointments, and gets angry calls and text, but he wants to make sure you get the earliest time slot. And also cancels more so he can stay longer.

He drives quickly to your house getting 100's of honks but he didn't care. He had to see this mystery girl. He's practically head over heels. But you sounded young. He had to make sure you were over 18.

So he was fucking happy when you opened the door and showed him your id when he weirdly asked but you thought it was part of the process. You were 22.

He was a bit older but the way you looked at him, he could tell you didn't really mind.

God you were cute.

But he was more focused on your ass when you weren't looking, tight shorts, that wrap around your ass so beautifully. You're significantly shorter than him. He felt like throwing you over his shoulder and slamming into on your cute little pink bed sheets.

"Toji?"

He blinked back to reality. With a small smirk, his plan is already in action.

"So uhm, where's the broken toilet?" He asks. Too over confident? Why? it's a weird question to be confident... but you push the weird thing away.

"Bedroom."

Perfect.

He runs in before you and snatches some panties and goes into the bathroom. He fixes your pipes, fast. You were surprised on how fast he fixed your pipes, but then again that's what everyone said. And it was really cheap.

Then later that night you realized why he made it cheap. He took expensive panties. That ass! But you were surprised when he came that night, with panties in hand, your panties. With messy sticky stuff in the middle.

Your suspicions were right. You were about to yell at him but his lips were pressed against yours. He did what he wanted, throwing you onto your cute bed and stripping you so god damn fast.

Later his cock was in you and it was to much to handle.

Him shoving his fat cock into your tight pussy. His harsh slaps to your ass, that sting feels like a pleasure that is a pleasure only he can make.

You woke up thighs sticky and a note on your bedside. His number and...

"I liked cleaning your pipes, but I hope you liked my pipe. Oh and I took more panties. See u soon."

Cocky asshole.

But that cringy note is true though. You did like his pipe.

Master list's

[mellosdrawings]

The Princes

Ten years later. When marrying a Prince turns a Queen and a Servant into actual Royalties.

Because Vil deserves a real crown and Jamil deserves to be treated better.

NOW I'M GONNA RANT ABOUT MY CHARA DESIGNS CHOICES AND ALL THE DISCOVERIES I MADE WHILE LOOKING FOR REFS! If you only care about art and funny doodles, you can scroll down for a handful of slices of life.

(Don't worry if you can't read my notes, I'm repeating myself better right under this)

Leona

-Lion: As you may know, one of my grievances with Leona is how his hair doesn't look like an actual mane despite being a lion. While I don't want to stray too far from the canon design with the usual drawings, that's the occasion for me to have some fun with a future version. Give that lion a beard and voluminous hair!

-Hair: First, get those bangs out of his face. Despite Leona being very confident, he still has bangs covering his scarred eye. I wanted him to finally own the aspects of him that may be scary to others (his UM, his scar, etc). I actually went with bangs framing his face similar to the ones he had during his Overblot. I wasn't sure whether to give him dreadlocks or curly hair, but I ended up choosing the free curls decorated with some atebas and braids so that Vil could have more fun styling them.

-Eye: Thanks @aria-faye for the idea, I decided to have his eye gradually lose its capacities with time. From a headcanon that, while the eye wasn't directly touched by whatever attack scarred him, the process of healing still had an impact on it and he gradually lost sight in his left eye years after years.

-Body: Not giving him a dad bod (yet, maybe in another ten years), but definitely giving him more voluminous yet casual muscles. Practical muscles with a healthy dose of fat and tissues. Also giving him two full sleeves of tattoos because I decided he should have much more than just his lion tattoo.

-Clothes: Went full Maasai dressing and Kenyan fabrics and beadworks. If you're not familiar with it, please go check it out, it's GORGEOUS!! Crown is beadwork too. He also has one Arabic styled foot jewellery.

Jamil

-Hair: My first order was to remove his double-faced hairstyle and also remove his bangs from his eye. Make him confident enough to show his whole face. Unlike Leona and Vil, he doesn't really want a crown though (he still feels weird about becoming royalty) so instead he uses a braid as crown. Also gave him a little goatee because I like facial hair and Jafar has a beard too.

-Body: He grew up! While he didn't quite catch up with Leona and Vil, he is now closer to their sizes than before, sitting at around 180cm. He kept his breakdancer/martial artist lean muscles but developed a bit of shoulders.

-Clothes: Went full Arabic dressing and fabrics (once more, go check the fabrics, they are pieces of arts). I gave him floral motifs instead of his usual fire/snake motifs (though he does have a snake earring and a fangs necklace) to symbolise his rebirth/blooming. Like Leona, he has one piece of jewellery that is beadwork.

Vil

-Hair: Here it was a bit tricky. Considering Vil's work, he likely changes hairstyles a lot, going from long to short for his roles instead of his wants. So I leaned into the little things he could add to his hair despite their constant changes, mostly jewelleries, beadworks and wool decorations he stole from his husbands. He also cares a bit less about them looking perfect and is allowing himself to be more natural. He doesn't have any facial hair (yet), keeping a youthful appearance for as long as he can. In another ten years though, he might start looking more and more like his father, beard included.

-Clothes: For Leona and Jamil's mental states, the three of them most likely started living in Sunset Savanna so they wouldn't freeze to death. Vil is well traveled so he can handle most temperatures without trouble, and he is used to dressing up in the local get ups. Here I decided to give him both African dress and Arabic fabric, and likewise both beadwork and golden jewellery. I gave him crown and heart motifs so he can keep being himself despite borrowing a lot from his husbands.

There, I'm done rambling. Here's some doodles, followed by some random headcanons.

-Vil does his husbands hair every morning and keeps giving them more and more intricate hairstyles. He developed a whole haircare and beard-care products set for them.

-When Vil is away for a movie, Jamil keeps his hair mostly down save for a few accessories.

-Jamil and Falena get along surprisingly well (to Leona's despair). Vil gets along very well with Falena's wife.

-Jamil acts as a Scalding Sands ambassador and still is the one to care for Kalim when he comes to visit, though this time he's doing it because he wants to and not because he has to.

-Vil got used to his new title immediately but Jamil struggles with it a lot. He still has a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that he is no longer a servant.

-The servants at the palace love Jamil because he always makes their job easier.

-Leona finally decided to put his wits to good use and became Falena's advisor. He still fights a lot with Kifaji about the direction to take with the country, but he managed to make some of his ideas heard to help with the staggering inequalities in the country.

That's all for now!

[luminiamore]

SWEET.

sugar daddy nanami kento x black hyperfem reader

warnings: brat tamer nami, super duper big arms actually, spoiled reader, he’s a bit mean, he’s such a man omg, public sex, squirting, creampie, you'll almost get caught, mirror sex

masterlist

“Excuse me, Sir? Is this seat taken?”

A sweet voice interrupts Nanami’s focus on the book in his lap, The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. The train's movements cause his body to sway slightly. He holds in a breath, really not in the mood to speak, but he's a gentleman. So, he looks up anyway.

He doesn't feel disappointed, actually the opposite. He's never seen anyone as beautiful as you. Your brown skin is smooth and clear, and your lips are glossed and full, with a slight pout. The makeup you put on was such a compliment to your face that it made you look like.. a doll. With eyes that made him seem like your salvation, you stared down at him.

Where did you come from?

“I’m sorry to bother you! It’s just- I’ve been trying to find a seat for a few minutes, and my feet are starting to really hurt. God, I should’ve never worn heels.”

You’re talking to him. He quickly comes to the realization that staring at your moving lips would make him appear creepy. Your voice was a little.. distracting. He clears his throat as he catches his lips quip up in amusement,

“It’s not taken. Please, sit.” You're walking towards the seat near the window, following his hips as they adjust to allow you to pass in front of him. Your clothes were... to say it bluntly, provocative. Your skirt was pink. He found that cute. But it was short, way too short to be worn out in public.

As you leaned down to prevent hitting the overhead storage area, his eyes caught the fat brown pussy lips poking out from the sides of your panties. Who the fuck let you go out like that?

You were wearing a strapless top that was also pink. The word 'BRAT,' which was printed in a bold white color, caught his attention. Hm, is that so?

You sit down, and now the blond man is hyper-fixating on your plush thighs pressing next to his. He’s interrupted by your sweet voice again, “Thank you, Sir. You’re too kind!”

He attempts to offer a smile, but he observes that your face is already buried in your phone, and your medium-length French tip nails echo a tapping sound. Well, now that won’t do. He wants your eyes on him again, your attention on him again. So he decides to speak,

“You headed somewhere important?” He acknowledges that this isn't the most ideal thing to ask a beautiful lady, especially during a train ride. His thoughts were running wild, and he was desperately trying to come up with something to say to you. He hopes you don't overthink it, but you look like the ditzy type.

You stop your typing and look up with your mind in thought, “Hmm, not really,” Your eyes turn to him and his cock twitches.

“I’m just going to meet up with some friends at the mall. The amount of walking I’m about to do is going to kill me but I can’t really do nothing since my car’s in the shop.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?”

Nanami observes that you have no filter or awareness that you may be talking too much. Either that, or you're so self-confident that you don't care. Regardless of what it is, he discovers that it is something he enjoys. He has the opportunity to ask more questions and hear your voice in his ears for just a moment longer.

You sit up straight, and now... Your body is facing him. And now he can see the nipple piercings that are pressing through your top. Nanami grits his teeth and forces his eyes to look at your wide ones.

Were you doing this on purpose? You have to be, but when he looks into your eyes, he finds no evidence of any alternate motives. That, or you were good at being coy.

“Well, somebody crashed into it when it was parked. And it was so bad, there was a weird creaking sound every time I drove! So now it’s in the shop, and it’s staying there.” You’re pouting again. And Nanami finds that he doesn’t like that hopeless look on your face. He has a burning desire to fix it, to alleviate any problems you're facing.

His voice grows soft and tender as he gazes into you, “It’s staying there?”

“I haven’t paid for the fix yet. So, the mechanic guy won’t give it t’me.” You shift in your seat. As you browse through your photos, he watches as you click on a picture of a pink Mercedes with its rear end completely broken. The color didn't catch him by surprise; in fact, he was more amused than anything.

“I see. Is there a reason you haven’t paid yet?”

Your brows furrow, and your head drops slightly as a sign of embarrassment. He thinks you're so cute. Nanami wonders if you have a job. You don’t look like the type to raise your perfectly manicured nails, and if you were his, he would never let you.

“Well... I’m in between jobs right now. My daddy won’t lend me any more money, and he told me yesterday, ‘You spend too much, and I can’t keep paying for your expensive shit.’”

Your bubbly, soft tone gets higher in pitch as you try to imitate your father's voice. You pivot and grasp Nanami's massive bicep through his blue dress shirt with your fingers. You notice a slight flush of your cheeks as you shift your eyes to where you grabbed it. He's so big that both your hands can barely wrap around the entirety of it.

Your eyes look up at him, “And y’know I get it! But ever since he got his new girlfriend, she’s been telling him these things. He never felt this way before!”

Your hand is covered by his, his veiny and large hand. You seemed really shaken up by this, and he can’t stand it. Someone as beautiful and perfect as you should not have to suffer like that. He wants to make your life easier; he wants you not to be bothered by such trivial matters.

As one hand raises your chin, his finger softly moves back and forth. His warmth makes the hairs on your skin prickle. “I’m very sorry about that, sweetheart. Would paying for your fix make you feel better? I can get a car to take you to your friends as well.”

You gasp and immediately shake your head, “Oh no, sir! I couldn’t ask you to do that. I-I mean, you’re a strang-”

“Kento, my name is Kento. And don’t be silly. I have more than enough to spend.”

“But-”

“No buts, sweetheart. I just met you, but I don’t like seeing a frown on that pretty face. Let me take care of your troubles the best I can.”

That day, you left the train with his number, and he left with your name. His generosity didn't end there. Kento started paying for a lot of your stuff, and eventually, he sent you money every day, making it such a habit that he just gave you one of his black cards. He would only ask for your company as compensation. There's nothing sexual about this, in fact.

Kento would go above and beyond to spend time with you, even leaving his job in the middle of the day to care for you. During your shopping sprees, he would hold your bags while you ramble about your week as you walked into another store. When you came to him crying about your dad's girlfriend not giving you a break, he decided to buy you your own apartment. It goes without saying that he pays for both your rent and all of your utilities. He would take you out for dinner and treat you to the finest high-end places because he knows that's what you deserve. The finest, and only the finest.

Nanami takes pride in the amount of self-control he has. Almost nothing gets under his skin.. but you. You and the short skirts you wear. You and your tight outfits. You and the way you bend down in front of him, exposing your pink lace panties. He tries to keep his eyes away, but he sometimes feels as if you're doing this on purpose. You must be.

And the truth is, you were. Nanami was the most attractive man you ever had the pleasure of seeing. Not only that, but his company has become something you've come to love. Ever since you met him on that crowded train, you've had lewd thoughts about him. Thoughts of him feigning a sex attack, thoughts of him bending you over and drilling his cock into you. You wanted him so badly, but he refused to do anything with you. It was making you crazy.

But you didn't know how to directly say that you want him to fuck your brains out. You opted for giving him hints, bending over in front of him, brushing against his thighs. Once, you managed to sit on his lap while he cooked you dinner at his home. He never moved, never did anything except keep his hands on your hips. That was enough to make you wet.

On a Tuesday afternoon at Japan's biggest mall, Nanami reached his limit. Your mini white heels were clacking on the tile floor as you entered the Victoria's Secret store, looking for the newest Valentine's Day set. This isn't his first time going shopping with you for lingerie, so he's not bothered in the slightest. Picking up the set and asking him to judge how it looks on you is what surprises him. You've never done that before.

“Please Nami, I have a date tomorrow and I’m hoping I can show him!”

A date? What the fuck do you have a date for?

The situation confuses Nanami. Antsy. Annoyed. He has a sense of jealousy. He can tell. You were his. Only his. You don't need a sluggish, limp-dick man who probably couldn't find your g-spot spot. You needed a man. You needed him. What advantage does your date have over him? What can your date do that he doesn't currently do for you? Are you insane?

He is unaware that you don't actually have a date. You were lying and trying to get him to react once more. You are the epitome of a brat. Kento doesn’t like brats. He breaks them.

You flick your pretty eyelashes at the 6'4 man who stares down at you with an unamused expression on his face. You’re pouting again, and Nanami really hates that he says yes to you. When you look at him like that, he can't say no. It's so hard to say no, but he's tired. Tired of the way you rile him up, he's sure that you're just hoping for a reaction from him. He has to put an end to this.

“..Lead the way, sweetheart.”

You're too occupied with other sets to notice that his voice becomes deeper when he speaks.

Nanami doesn't go into the dressing room with you. He planned to wait on the small, bright pink benches outside. Your angelic voice called out to him to help you with the zipper on a corset, ruining his plan. He loves helping you. It actually makes his day when he makes yours easier in any way. So, he agrees.

His breath hitsched when he pulls back the curtain. Oh fuck. You were... In red panties, the stockings lie softly on your thighs. While staring in the mirror, your brown skin is visible to him, and the corset is loosely hanging off your shoulders. You are a sight to behold—a sight of beauty, delight, and sweetness.

He creeps up on you slowly as though he doesn't want to frighten you. The moment he pulls both ends of the top together, you release a cute gasp. The zipper's faint sound as it rises makes you shiver when his hands brush against you. Once he's finished, his hands rest on your waist, your warmth radiating onto him. His voice, grave and breathless, causes you to catch your breath when he speaks,

“This is what y’re wearing? For your.. date?”

You hum and turn your body side to side to look at how the set fits on you.

“Uhuh! Y’think he’ll like it?” He tilts his head and observes your ass moving slightly with every move you make.

“Hm. What reaction do you suppose you’ll get out him?”

His fingertips can be felt on the panty line as he plays with it and pulls the band. You leap when it snaps itself back to your skin. His other hand is reaching in front of you and grazing your pussy

“Something like this?” The lace that clings to your pussy is grasped by his big hand, and you let out a pathetic whimper at the sight of it. You’re dripping. It wasn't your stupid date that caused this, it was all because of him. You succumb to his grip, and, of course, he steadies you.

“K-Ken?” Your voice squeaks out.

He pays no attention to you and only looks at the slick on his fingers when he moves away from your cunt. You're seeing all this through the mirror, watching his every move. Despite having dreamed about this moment every night, you still feel a little nervous. His expression in the mirror seems... upset.

“Y’know, sweetheart, I am tired.” His hands slowly take the panties off of you, allowing them to fall to your heels on the floor.

“Tired of how you tease me.”

He spreads your folds out from under you, letting the moisture drip all over his palm as he slides up and down. He groans when you emit the most adorable moan right next to his ear. God, you were so precious. He wanted you all to himself.

He scoffs, “A date. The hell do you need a date for? Y’need someone to fuck you, is that it? Someone to teach you some manners?” He slid his two thick fingers into your wet mound, scolding you when you let out a dirty mewl.

“Quiet sweetheart, bad girls don’t get to make a sound.”

He pushes them in deeper, immediately finding your spongy, and presses into it repeatedly. You tremble in his arms, pressing your hands to muffle your moans.

He murmurs to you, battling against the squelching noise your pussy is making. Your knees are buckling, but there's another hand pressing on your stomach to keep you upright and amplify the pressure you're feeling in your stomach. “I treat you so good. I buy you whatever you want, I make sure you’re always eating good. And yet you still insist on being a brat.”

He seethes in your ear, watching your pretty eyes roll back in the mirror. Kento feels that your loudness is causing you to forget you're in public. At this point, he doesn't care much. Throughout all of this, Kento is pulling down his zipper, freeing his hard dick from his boxers.

“It’s okay, baby, I’m gonna fuck you. Gonna fuck you so hard you forget all about that stupid date.” He stops finger-fucking you and leaves your sopping cunt suddenly, causing you to whimper at the loss.

Without warning, he plunges his fat cock deep into you and immediately presses his hand on your mouth to stop you from screaming. Your body falls back against him, leaving you drooling against his palm. It was too much, but you loved it. Had you known it would result in this, you would have done this a long time ago. Your body felt stuffed as he sucked his length in and out of you, observing how your pussy creams every time it disappeared inside.

Kento thinks you're perfect. Every aspect of your being is perfect. The way you squeezed around him almost made him forget that this was your punishment. Shit, you felt so good that he doesn't even want to carry on with the punishment anymore.

“There you go, sweetheart. Shh, just take it.”

You whine against his palm, your eyes barely open as this man is practically splitting you in half. You were both pouring your juices onto the floor, creating a small puddle below you. “Fuck. Such a messy girl.”

Your haze and pleasure make it impossible for you to hear footsteps coming near you and Kento. But he did, and he figures... It's a good idea to torment you a bit. So he speeds up his pace, letting the music drown out the light papping sound his thrusts and balls are making on your clit. If it's even possible.

“Miss? Is everything alright? D’you need any help?”

Your surprise is evident when your mind recognizes the voice of one of the employees. Fuck. No.

Nanami whispers into your ear, low enough for only you to hear, “Better answer her, sweet girl. Wouldn’t want her to suspect anything, hm?”

He’s so mean. Speaking is not an option when he's drilling into you like a madman. Fuck, could the poor lady even hear the noise? You're shaking, and you really can't help the yelp you let out every time his cock gets buried so deep inside of you. You rapidly nod against his hand, desperately attempting to do anything for him to keep fucking you like this. His hand slowly descends from your lips and grasps your covered tits in the corset, never once halting his pace inside you.

“Miss?” She speaks again, and you answer quickly so she can leave,

“I-I’m okay! Still- Ah! t-trying the s-set on.”

Nanami thinks you’re so cute as you try to keep your voice steady, chuckling to himself when you moan out in between your words. He thinks it's unfortunate when you're forced to speak again due to the lady's persistent pestering.

“..Are you sure? You don’t sound-”

“Yes! E-Everything’s f-fine, I’ll be r-right out!” You cut her off, your mind still reeling from the strong blows that Nanami never ceases to give you.

You faintly hear her muttering an 'Okay' before her heels recede into the crowded store. In all honesty, you believe you're starting to hear colors now. He was fucking you so good, and when you feel that familiar fire pit burning in your lower abdomen, you know what's coming. Or, in this case, who’s coming. You.

Nanami knows it, too, because your cunt just squeezed twice as hard on him. It’s practically pulsing open and close. You’re trying to fucking milk him.

“Good job, sweetheart. Y’gonna be my good girl from now on?” His hand doesn't even bother to cover your mouth anymore. Instead, his fingers reach down to your pulsating clit and start rubbing in tight circles. You forcefully bite your lip to prevent screaming out, savoring the metallic taste of blood on your tongue.

Nanami knows that if you let go of your lips right now, you're going to attract attention. He doesn't want that type of distraction at the moment, so he's not too upset about your quick nod as a response. He doesn't even think you know what he's saying, too drunk from the sensation of his cock to think about anything else other than that. Even so, you're saying yes. You, indeed, are perfect.

“Think you deserve to cum? I think you do, you were so good earlier talking to that lady. So cum, sweetheart. Make a mess f’me, yeah?”

That you definitely heard. It seems your pussy did, too, because she doesn't hesitate to squirt all over the floor. The mirror was being sprayed with your overflowing juices. Throughout it all, he was intensely watching you through the mirror, observing the face you make when you cum. It was so beautiful. The way your brows scrunch, and your eyes roll back, almost into your skull. The sight was enough for him to conceal his groans in your silk press, cumming so deeply inside of you that you thought it reached your womb.

Heavy breathing was all that could be heard under the faint music buzzing through the speakers. As Nanami slips out of you, you let out a whimper and gaze into the now-wet mirror, watching as he crouches down to where both he and your fluids are dripping out of you. You hear him mutter a curse under his breath, shivering when he runs his finger through your slightly gaping cum stuffed hole.

He lifts his finger, slipping it into his mouth to taste the aftermath of your.. lovemaking. He can detect some of your juices and his own. He only utters one word when he releases his finger with a pop,

“Sweet.”

He rises, gathers your clothes, and pockets the panties you wore when you initially came into the store. He believes that letting you confront people with his cum dripping down your thighs is an appropriate punishment. He pauses when he recalls something, “That date of yours tomorrow? Cancel it.”

Oh right! You didn't let him know that there wasn't a date.

“Kento?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“…I lied about having a date.”

Nanami freezes. His hands hold your skirt by your knees, and his eyes immediately catch yours in the mirror. He chuckles and shakes his head in astonishment when he realizes that this was your plan all along.

Despite not saying much, he whispers in a raspy voice,

“Brat.”

tags🏷️: @hatake05 @thickbihhwitdagapp

[chubbyreaderwriter]

Hi could you do a Harry Potter x chubby/plus sized reader fic? Maybe that the reader is insecure about that. And that she is always bullied because of it.

Perfect to Me

Harry Potter x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Imagine: Harry notices you’ve been acting strange lately and after an encounter with Malfoy, Harry unexpectedly confesses his crush on you.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: fat shaming

Masterlist

A groan left your mouth as you stood in front of the mirror in the girl’s dorm room, turning each way to look at your reflection. Your hands tugged at the fabric of your uniform, trying to make it look more flattering on your larger form. A few minutes went by of you doing this only for you to scoff and smooth your jumper out, heading downstairs to meet with the other girls to walk to the Great Hall for breakfast.

Catching up with your friends, you couldn’t help but look over at their thin bodies with jealousy. The way their skirts actually fitted them properly and didn’t flare out so wide to make you look even bigger or the way even though their jumpers were baggy they still didn’t look even half your size. You sighed to yourself desperately trying to shake these thoughts away. You usually didn’t care much about your size but lately a few of the other students, specifically Malfoy and his entourage of imbeciles, have been making digs at you about your weight. It was ridiculous, especially considering one of Malfoys own so called friends was also overweight and bigger than you.

But that was one thing the wizarding world had in common with the Muggle world, they were obsessed with appearances. If you were too short, too tall, too fat, too skinny, if you had acne people didn’t hesitate to point it out and make you feel like an outcast just for being different. Whilst most of the time you liked your body you couldn’t help but wish you could lose the weight just so the comments would stop. Harry had been ignoring Malfoy’s jabs at him lately, too focused on everything else going wrong in his life to care about the blonde bully. Of course, Malfoy quickly got bored of the lack of reaction from Harry and you became the new target. You couldn’t walk past him in a crowd without him or his cronies taunting you from the sides.

At first it was easy enough to just roll your eyes and get on with your day, ignoring the whispered comments and not so subtle laughs behind your back. It had been simple enough to just shrug them off and ignore it. But lately, everything had started to stick with you. Their taunts echoing around your brain like a broken record, repeating itself over, and over, and over. They had started to break you down, you knew it, but yet you didn't say anything. You didn't want to give them the satisfaction of letting them know they got to you. No, you would force yourself to raise your head high and not allow yourself to even think about giving them a second glance.

Should anyone pay a closer look, they would see how your smile failed to reach your eyes. They would notice the way you barely put anything on your plate during meal times, feigning sickness or lack of hunger despite your stomach crying out for nourishment. They would see past the enchantment around your eyes to conceal the bags under them for lack of sleep too busy spending all night crying over their words. They would notice that you just weren't quite you anymore.

Unfortunately, or fortunately depending how you looked at it, for you there was someone who paid that little bit too close attention to you. He saw the skipped meals, the way you seemed so tired all of the time, the way your laughter seemed so much more forced now, the way your light had been put out and he would give anything to ignite it once again.

Harry wouldn't say he had a crush on you or anything. He always looked out for his friends. It was natural for him to want to look around a room full of people until he picked you out in the crowd. There was nothing weird about how he watched you laugh and smile with your friends, wishing it was him you were smiling at.

Okay, he was crushing hard. He didn't know when these feelings for you started, probably sometime during the fourth year when you had begrudgingly agreed to be his Yule Ball date after he was too nervous to speak to any of the other girls. The first dance between all the champions and their partners was a little awkward but Harry was surprised at how well you could dance, at least you were able to cover up most of his mistakes from being noticed. He remembered how nice it was to hold your hand in his and feel your touch on the back of his shoulders. Harry hated dancing but for some reason, he really liked dancing with you and if he had the courage, he would've asked you to dance with him again.

Harry watched you pushing bits of fruit around your plate with your fork, staring down at the cutlery as though it had personally offended you. He was sat opposite you to the left, Hermione sat directly in front of you. Of course, she was too busy snapping at Ron for shovelling his food down his throat to notice you. Harry cleared his throat softly, "Not hungry (Y/N)?" Your head rose instantly upon hearing your name and you were startled out of your trance-like state. You couldn't help the blush creeping up your neck from the realisation you were being watched, "O-oh yeah, no, not got much of an appetite this morning." Harry frowned slightly as he watched you push your plate towards the centre of the table, away from you.

The scraping of your plate against the wood gathered Hermione's attention, "No, she's right, I can't stomach anything the morning of an exam either, I'm all up in knots just thinking about it." Harry gave Hermione a blank stare, not that she was looking in his direction, and mumbled under his breath, "Yeah aren't we all." His sarcastic tone forced a smile to break out on your face and you had to bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing, lest you want to tell Hermione what Harry said and get him in trouble. Harry locked eyes with you and mirrored your smile, knowing you heard what he said.

Harry kept quiet for the remainder of breakfast but was glad he was able to get a smile out of you. It always brightened his own mood to see you happy. Of course, he was as discreet about his thoughts as you. Hermione saw the two of you smiling at each other from the corner of her eye and perked up. She knew all about Harry's crush on you, not that he was doing a good job of hiding it from her, and she was rooting more than anyone for the two of you to get together. If only Harry had the balls to say something to you. Not that she had much room to talk, she's been harbouring a crush on the ginger boy next to her for years and has yet to make her own feelings known.

...

Today had actually been a pretty great day so far. You hadn't encountered any of the Slytherin boys yet to make any comments about you. Your classes had been a breeze and you were still smiling to yourself over Seamus causing yet another explosion in Potions class, covering himself and Dean in a purple soot, both of their hairs standing up on end as though they'd been electrified. The mental image of the two of them made you laugh to yourself, wishing you could've taken a photograph to retain the memory.

"Laughing at yourself (Y/L/N)? You're doing our work for us, how kind." Your smile dropped as the familiar, whiny voice reached your ears. You didn't have to turn around to know that it was Malfoy standing behind you with however many of his cronies. Your jaw clenched but you refused to acknowledge him, merely speeding up your pace towards the Gryffindor common room, towards safety.

You heard a round of chuckles and footsteps picking up behind you, keeping close, "Running away so soon? I didn't know little piggy's like you were capable of running." Your teeth were aching a little you had your jaw clenched so tight. Your hands clenched around the books you held to your chest, trying to keep yourself together though your vision was already starting to blur around the edges with your tears building up.

A hand clasped your shoulder and pulled you backwards. Had your foot not moved back behind you in time, you would have fallen to the ground. You spun around to face Malfoy standing right behind you. Pansy and Crabbe were standing a couple feet behind him, wicked smirks on their faces. You weren't quite thinking when you swung your arm back and launched it towards the blonde's face, throwing your fist into his nose. A satisfying crunch echoed in the corridor and you couldn't help the joy filling you for a moment as you watched Draco fall to the ground, clutching his broken nose, seeing some blood run down between his fingers.

"That's what you deserve, you arrogant prick." Malfoy's cries distracted you enough that you didn't see Pansy raising her wand to send you a stinging hex. Your cry of agony resonated within your own ears as you clutched the left side of your waist with both hands, the pain making you feel like your skin was melting off of you. Just as she was about to call out another spell, a blue light flashed past you, "Expelliarmus!" Both Pansy and Crabbe's wands were knocked out of their hands.

You had fallen to your knees from the pain of the hex and you managed to see Harry, Ron and Hermione stood behind you. Harry had his wand raised at the Slytherin's in front of you, a fierce look in his eyes. "Get out of here." Pansy and Crabbe looked between each other and at Draco who was still writhing around on the floor. Ron scoffed, "What are you waiting for, scram before we get Professor Dumbledore down here." At the mention of the most powerful wizard in the school, who seemed to obviously favourite Gryffindor's, the trio made a quick move to leave, Crabbe helping Draco up to scurry off down the corridor, assumedly towards the dungeons to the Slytherin common room.

Hermione rushed towards you, placing her hands under your arms to help you on your feet, "Merlin, (Y/N), are you alright? What did that bitch do to you?!" Your eyes widened at Hermione's words and you couldn't help but laugh, "Hermione! I can't believe you'd use such language!" Both Ron and Harry laughed with you, also surprised by Hermione's swearing. You laughed even harder at how red her face was going, clearly embarrassed over her choice words. They started walking you back towards the common room. You placed your right hand inside your robes to press on your side where Pansy had hexed you, trying to use pressure to dull the stinging.

Harry spied your movements, taking note to wait until Hermione and Ron left before asking you what happened. As luck would have it, the pair sloped off to the library, well Hermione dragged Ron away to force him complete his homework which wasn't due for another week. There were no other students inside the common room, the younger ones in bed already and the older ones hanging out elsewhere.

Harry watched you sit down on the plush couch, seeing your face scrunch up in a wince as you did, your hand clutching your side tighter. His brow furrowed in concern and worry for you. He slowly sat down beside you, "I really think you should let Madam Pomfrey take a look at that (Y/N), it's clearly hurting you." You let out a shallow breath, "It's just a hex, it'll wear off soon, I'll be fine. You don't need to worry about me." "But I will. I don't like seeing you in pain. I-I mean, any of my friends in pain." Harry looked down at the couch, averting your gaze at his little slip up.

You turned your head to your side to look at him and after a few moments, he raised his head back up to look you in the eyes. "Can I at least take a look to see how bad it is?" Your pulse quickened at the idea of Harry taking a look under your shirt, seeing your chubby body. Your throat felt impossibly dry and you forced a laugh, "You're joking right? Of course you are, like you'd wanna see my flabby skin." Harry was confused, "What do you mean?"

"Well, there's nothing appealing under there to look at." "Merlin (Y/N), I'm not trying to do anything inappropriate, I just want to make sure you're alright!" His raised voice captured your attention and your eyes were drawn to his reddened cheeks and the way he kept darting his eyes back and forth from you and the ground.

Trying to ease the awkward tension, you continued on, "I know you're not Harry, that's what I 'm trying to say, I'm trying to spare you the chore of having to see my gross body. Duh. I know a guy like you isn't into fat girls-" "Stop it." your next words were caught in your throat at Harry's sudden demeanour change. One glance at him and you could see he was upset, angry even. But why you weren't sure. Obviously, it was something you had said but you were pretty sure nothing you said could have offended him. You looked down at your lap, "I was just trying to ease the mood a little." "By putting yourself down? There's," a heavy sigh left Harry's throat, bringing your attention back to him once more, "You've been doing that a lot recently you know, putting yourself down. I know you haven't been eating much lately, or smiling as often, or joining in with the group. Why?"

You tried to swallow the lump forming in your throat but you were unsuccessful. You were caught incredibly off guard with how much Harry had apparently been perceiving you. You took a few moments to be able to gather the strength to speak, but Harry didn't rush you. He just sat there, waiting, looking at you with such a deep concern in his eyes that it made you want to pour your whole heart out to him. Your fingers started to pick at a loose strand that had come apart on the hem of your school robes, twisting it around your finger. You needed to fidget with something to feel more grounded to speak. Your voice was low as you spoke, "I just haven't been feeling well that's all."

"I know I'm not as smart as 'Mione, but that doesn't mean I'm stupid. If you don't want to tell me that's okay but please don't lie to me." A shaky breath left your mouth as tears prickled at the corner of your eyes, "I'm sorry, i-it's just embarassing to say but," another breath, "Malfoy and his cronies have been picking on me I guess you could say. Usually it's just words and I can take it, rather me than an innocent first year, like today when he tried to pull me to the ground, it was the first time he's put his hands on me." "He put his hands on you?" Harry's voice was lower than before and a quick glance at his face had you noticing his jaw clenched. You didn't see Harry get angry many times and especially not over you, so it was quite a shock to see. "Y-yeah but I punched him in the nose so I guess we're even."

Harry's laughter startled you, how he went from one extreme to the other so quickly. "Oh my god, did you actually? I so wish I had seen that! Did you break it?" You laughed along with him, "I think so, he covered it pretty much straight away but I heard this horrible 'crunch' noise so it definitely sounded broken." Your response only made Harry laugh harder, doubling over himself on the couch. He carried on for a little while, his antics making you giggle to yourself as well, the realisation that you had actually punched Draco Malfoy in the nose sinking in. Harry sat back and wiped tears of joy from his eyes. "You are seriously amazing you know. I mean, I fancied you before, but this just makes it even better."

You froze. He what? It took Harry a moment to realise what had just left his mouth before he too, froze.

The two of you locked eyes and just stared, both of you too stunned to do anything. At last, Harry's expression of embarrassment and terror caused you to let out a small laugh, bringing your hand up to cover your mouth. You quickly apologised, "I'm sorry, I just. Well, no one's ever said they fancy me before. At least, not as a joke." Harry cracked a half smile, "I mean, I'd take laughing over being spat at or something." His words did nothing to stop your laughter, "Harry! Why on earth would I spit on you?" Harry perked up from the sound of your laughter, you hadn't run away from him so surely this was a good sign. Though, he was in extremely unfamiliar territory here, he had no idea what to say or do next. He hadn't been planning on confessing his feelings for you tonight, much less preparing himself for the many outcomes it could lead to. "I don't know! It was just the first thing I could think of," You shook your head as your laughter died off.

You smiled down at your lap before looking back up at Harry, "So now that you've confessed that you're hopelessly in love with me, what now?" Harry blushed, "I'm pretty sure I didn't say that." You shrugged, "Meh, it's more or less what you said. So, now what?" Harry rubbed the back of his neck, "I'm kinda waiting to hear if this is a one-sided thing." You smiled, "And if it's not?" You could practically hear Harry's heart beating through his chest, he looked so nervous, "Ugh then-then I suppose I'd ask you to be my girlfriend?" "You don't sound so sure about that, Golden Boy." You raised your brows as you teased him with his infamous nickname, knowing he hated it. Harry groaned, but the grin on his face told you he wasn't truly annoyed, "I think I've changed my mind."

You mock gasped and held your hand to your heart, "You don't mean that surely." Harry chuckled to himself and shook his head, "No, I don't. But I would like to take you on a date to Hogsmeade this weekend?" You grinned wide, "I would lo-"

"Ow!" "Shhh!"

Both you and Harry spun your heads round to see a still empty common room. Harry tutted and took his wand out from his robe pocket, "Accio Invisibility Cloak," and a suddenly a bunched up piece of fabric was in Harry's lap and both Hermione and Ron were revealed to be stood behind the couch, listening to you two. Hermione at least had the decency to look sheepish. "It was Ron's idea!" "Was not! Doesn't matter anyways, if you hadn't kept standing on my feet we wouldn't have been caught." "How dare you! Are you trying to say I have big feet?!" "Well if the oversized shoe fits."

You and Harry looked at each other before laughing at your friends arguing with each other once again, Hermione jabbing her finger into Ron's arm with each word she spoke. Harry continued looking at you even after you had drawn your attention back to the squabbling duo next to you. He couldn't help but be glad to see a bit of your spark come back to life. He swore he could see your eyes shining just that bit brighter too. And he knew he wasn't going to stop until you were fully back to yourself once again.

[lizzy019]

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Nikto who struggles with telling you how he feels about you, so he uses signs like acts of service or quality time, always making sure you don't seem repulsed by his company.

Nikto who strives to make you feel happy even if it's at the expense of his body or mind. He'll go to great lengths to cook or clean for you, do things around your home to make sure everything's in working order just how you like it. (He probably spent a lot of time learning your lifestyle to figure this out.)

Nikto who genuinely loves how you react to things. He tells you something he didn't think was funny, and your sweet little laugh to his words makes the Russian's dull heart brighten just a bit. Some stupid cursing because he fucking stubbed his toe? He doesn't care if you laugh hysterically because of it, it doesn't matter anyway.

Nikto who finds it cute how whenever you accidentally injure yourself, it always ends up in either a pouty expression, or a frustrated glare. Call him weird for it, but he was so used to turning off his emotions that seeing you express them made him fascinated. It also made him a bit more open to expressing himself too, even if it was a bit... different.

Nikto who likes when you two take baths together. Your fingers gently cleaning his scarred back and shoulders. The scars on his face being tenderly cleaned out by you, and he repaid the favour by cleaning your torso too. It was always a conniption because Nikto loved ice cold baths, and you couldn't stand ice water.

Nikto who is so in love with you that he tries to get himself involved with your culture. He'll learn your favourite foods, how to cook them, how you celebrate things, simple words in your language, etc. It's a small way to show you his commitment to you without a ring or a promise.

Nikto who adored how you look, regardless of anything. You're too skinny? That's okay, he loves cooking for you. You're too fat? That's okay, he's a soldier for a reason. You're too short? That's okay, you're just as adorable. You're too tall? That's okay, better hugs.

Nikto who probably worships the fucking ground you walk on. You're literally sent from the heavens, a gift made just for him and he's eternally grateful for your presence, your support and love.

Nikto who definitely gropes you randomly, lightly squeezing any part of your flesh and touching the soft skin with great adoration. Who cares if you have body acne, keratosis pilaris, scarring, eczema, whatever else? You're just so gorgeous to him, he can't get enough! He's a simple man with simple needs.

@zoloftwithdrawalnausea @fishsinsareacknowledged :)) it's all fluff but i think it's sweet

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[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Transferring

A piece from a collection of shorts inspired by Junjo Ito. Enjoy.🖤

“Wow, all sorts of weird and strange things have been occurring around you lately! How about I sit with you!”

The transfer student was a bubbly, loud fellow. You made a mental note to stay away from him as soon as you heard him excitedly speak with the occult club. Just because he decided to call out to you with the interested classmates watching with. The great part about being the ‘quiet one’ meant you could escape it when social situations demanded a specific response. 

“He couldn’t have known they’re not one to talk.”

“Yeah���for a second there I thought they might actually speak.”

Much to your displeasure the transfer student doesn’t get the message pulling out the chair next to you. Out of the corner of your eye, you could tell the boy was still smiling completely unphased by your resting face. 

“You should walk with me after school!”

He said that…you hoped he didn’t mean it, but when you arrived at your locker to change your shoes he was waiting. With his new friends. Great.

“I’d rather not have you following me.”

“I’m not though!”

“...”

You kept quiet as his groupies chit-chatted, something, something about a whole complex becoming some bleeding, groaning, living thing. It didn’t matter all you could think about was finally getting home and getting back to your bed. A fat nap was in order. 

It bothered you that they were still following but you figured it wouldn’t be the worst thing. If they were going to loiter you could call the police or send your brother out with a vinegar-loaded water gun. 

“Oh look, this is the complex. This whole block!”

“Oh my go–This has never been in the town!” 

“This is weird and otherworldly, right guys!”

“Isn’t Himejima on this block? Is this why they were not at school?!”

Their words could be nothing but the screaming wind as you broke into a sprint. Abandoning your school bag to run to the end of the block, where your house should have been. Instead, the houses you pass leading up to it are multiple house-sized mounds of naked flesh aligned with warts oozing puss and spurting blood. There were bits of hair and a multitude of eyes blinking out of order from their separated spots. Finally out of breath and at the front of the wall with your last name on the plaque was a flesh mound aggressively bleeding all over the lawn. Where the windows had been there were eyes and the door looked to be the crudest crafting of a mouth. Unlocking the gate you slowly headed forward, honing in on the largest eye on the first floor. Other than its size, it was quivering and there was a loud sniveling. Even though it came from the house you could see the largest eye was surrounded by blooded water almost like it was….crying.

It made your stomach fall when you looked at the eye more closely recognizing the golden flecks of those familiar brown eyes.

“Little brother!?”

The house’s sniveling became a distorted wail and the bloody tears only increased. The fleshy opening you recognized as the mouth opened, attempting to word something

“--ig aaah!”

It sounded so intentional but not nearly clear enough. Almost like there were no teeth. You had to confirm it and you also wanted to be sure this is still the house you once knew. There was no door knob only the frowning flaps of its mouth. Stepping closer lightly tapping to get it to open. 

“AAAAHHH!”

Its breath made you gag but you pushed through. Slowly inch your body over its mouth to look inside. Imagination would have suggested that inside were the fleshy makings of the couch and kitchen and the steps just like you were used to. But imagination often soothes the truth and here it was exactly the case. Inside this thing was the wet expanse of smoother flesh in its center a hole with a tonsil and uvula hanging above it ominously. 

It was a throat. 

This was no longer your house. Or your brother.

It’s then you come to the frightening conclusion that the flesh that led to the open world was closing. Coming down on you to trap you within this place. 

But in a blink, you were removed. 

Your lungs hungrily relish the clear air of a Spring instead of the humid sweltering heat of the monstrosity in front of you. It was crying again. But someone was laughing.

“Ha, they almost ate you then. How odd and super strange!”

You finally gather it was the transfer student, holding you tight. Had he jumped? Ran? To get to you in the seconds that that mouth was closing… shouldn’t have been possible for a human.

“Wow, this has never happened before!”

“Quick! Take a picture this will make our club bigger than ever!”

It was insulting to know in light of your shivering body the only one you could lean on was the still-smiling transfer student who was squeezing you tight against his body. 

He wouldn’t let you go.

That didn’t change when a woman in hysterics ran into one of the houses and didn’t return. Or when the club leader began to grow an extra pair of hands. Or when the club finally asked that the transfer student leave.

“I’m going to make sure you always sit next to me!”

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[shinestarhwaa]

MINGIWONKA || SONG MINGI

You thirsty whores wanted Mingi to fuck you with his cane so here we are: getting freaky with MingiWonka

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Mingi x Fem reader

Word Count: 1.4K

Tags/Warnings: Established relationship AU, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, fingering, blowjob, dirty language, praise kink, sir kink, paraphilia (use of weird objects during sex: his cane), kinda funny imo

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @mjyungi @bratty-tingz @sugarnspice630 @stardragongalaxy @bro-atz @wisejudgedragonhairdo @mingisg00dgirl @vesvosmozhno

ENJOY!

''Mingi, I can't believe you actually dressed up as Willy fucking Wonka for this comeback. That's insane,'' you laughed when Mingi entered your LA hotel room, still wearing his outfit from the MV filming set. He had begged his stylists to let him wear it for the rest of the day, thinking it'd be hilarious to surprise you in it. After a lot of begging, they let him and here he was; Wonka'ing into your bedroom while you laughed at him.

''Oh come on, isn't it sexy? Mingi Wonka is a vibe right? Don't you like it just a little bit?'' he said with a smirk as he leaned against the doorframe. ''Well,'' you started as you eyed him up and down. He grinned and took off his hat and put it on yours instead. ''Is this some weird scenario like... you get the hat, you ride the chocolatier?'' ''Only if you want to,'' he said, as he subtly kicked the wooden cane with his foot.

You stared him up and down once again, your eyes gliding over the shiny purple jacket, grey slacks that barely hid the fat dick it was holding back. You watched how his fingers played with the cane, stroking it slowly. ''You're fixated on that? While you could look at me?'' ''Well I apologize, mister Wonka, I did not reali-'' ''No, no, no, you shush right now, I can give you just what you want, miss Wonka.''

He got on his knees in front of you and pulled down your silky pajama shorts down, as well as your cotton panties. You licked your lips and laid down against the soft pillows as you spread your legs for your boyfriend. This was the weirdest kind of role-play you've ever done, but to be fair he wanted to put on a Sailor Moon costume on himself once.

Mingi peppered kisses from your upper thighs to your knees and back to your inner thigh, pressing his lips everywhere except where you needed them. ''Mingi, please,'' you whined softly. ''Mhm, patience my love, I gotta prepare you don't I?''

Finally, you felt his lips brush over your wet pussy. You had been thinking of him all night anyway so you were quite aroused even before he came home. Now that he put the thought of fucking MingiWonka in your head you got even wetter. You threw the large hat on the ground and moaned when he started to lick and suck at your clit.

You ran your hand through his hair and moaned out, chest heaving as your breathing picked up. ''Oh God, baby that feels so good,'' you whined. Mingi's tongue worked inside your cunt and made you feel things you only felt when you're with him. Pure magic and pleasure.

Your eyes rolled back into your head when he slid two of his long, thick fingers into your pussy. He kept licking and sucking repeatedly on your sensitive clit, making you moan louder for him. You were a little embarrassed as half of the hotel could probably hear you unravel for him but what could you do when he handsome MingiWonka wanted to use his tongue on your pretty little pussy?

His velvety tongue flicked your bud a few times more before you felt yourself getting closer to climaxing. Mingi groped your thighs and ass with his free hand and made you see stars as the pleasure took over your mind, body and soul. His face was completely burried in your pussy as your orgasm washed over you. You moaned loudly and your body shivered as he rode out your high, flicking your clit with his tongue a few more times.

Mingi panted and got up from the bed, stripping himself bare while smirking at you, a disheveled mess in front of him. ''Look at that... Aren't you such a good little girl for me? I'm gonna give you what you want now, huh? Weren't you looking at this beauty for a while?'' Mingi smirked as he showed you his cane, tracing it lightly.

Your eyes went wide and your pussy clenched. ''A-Are you fucking me with that, Min?'' ''Turn around and ass up, babygirl,'' he ordered you. You couldn't believe him and his crazy mind sometimes but this was something you never could've thought of before. Nevertheless, you obeyed him, getting on your knees and resting on your elbows while pushing your ass up for him. ''That's a good girl,'' he praised you as he cleaned off the cane and lubed it up.

''Now give me a good view of that pretty little pussy, Y/N,'' Mingi said in a raspy voice, positioning himself behind you. You spread your legs a little more for him and waited in anticipation. You took a deep breath when you felt the cold material prod against your hole. ''Oh God, sir,'' you whispered.

Soon enough it pushed inside you with force and your elbows gave out. Your moans were muffled by the pillow underneath you, where your head was pressed in as Mingi rutted the cane into your cunt deeply. It pushed in and out and soon enough he picked up the pace, adjusting the angles to find the exact spot you loved it so much.

You whined loudly and started trembling, your previous orgasm still leaving you sensitive. ''That's a good girl, taking anything I give to you, hm?'' ''Y-Yes, Oh my God, for you sir, for you!'' ''That's right, sir Wonka is in charge here. So if I wanna fuck you with this cane and stuff it into your wet, needy pussy that's what we're gonna do, hm?''

After repeatedly hitting your g-spot and making you moan like a bitch in heat he started to push it deeper inside you, making you scream out loud. Your breathing was heavy and you felt how hot and red your face was, the entire situation nearly becoming too much. You started to grind back on the cane, fucking yourself on it as Mingi forced you to take more and more into your cunt.

''Such a talented little pussy, taking it like that. You're such a talented little girl aren't you? And so dirty, God, are you gonna cum on this angel? Is this beautiful cane that belongs to sir gonna make you cum, and scream and fucking come undone?''

''Yes! Yes it is, sir, oh my God it is!'' you screamed. It was only a matter of a few more thrusts before you felt yourself tremble and shudder as you came for him, cunt twitching and clenching on the cane. When you calmed down he pulled it out and smirked at your gaping hole and then on the slick covering the cane he used as an MV prop just hours ago.

Mingi tossed aside the cane and did not warn you as he pushed his cock inside you, moaning out and throwing his head back. He pounded his thick cock inside you and you had no choice but to take it and let him ruin you. ''Please, please, please,'' you whimpered.

''Please what, little one? What do you want? Is sir's cock not enough? Or is sir's cock so fucking good you're gonna cum again like a little-''

''Yes! Yes, it's too good!'' you interrupted him, clenching down on his cock and earning a low groan from him. He rocked into you and gripped your ass tight, kneading the flesh in his hands. The sounds of skin slapping together filled the room, combined with loud squeels muffled by the plush pillow.

''Are you gonna cum again baby? Aren't you a filthy little girl, jesus, you're gonna take my load baby, gonna take sir's load like a good girl while you cum, isn't that right?'' He thrusted harder into you when you didn't answer him. ''Isn't that right?'' he snapped.

You cried out, tears spilling from your eyes as his cock pulsated inside you, spilling his cum into your clenching cunt. You whined and cried out his name as you came for a third time.

When he pulled his cock out of your cunt and watched it leak out you let your entire body fall back on the bed, absolutely spent. Mingi grinned and took you into his arms. He strokes your hair gently and kissed your head. ''You've done so well for me baby, you were insane.''

''I am insane? Didn't you just fuck me with a cane?'' ''Maybe a bit. I went bazonka like Willy Wonka.'' ''Don't ever say that again, Min.''

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aaron hotchner x jacks nanny/babysitter

she’s got a crazy ex that stalked and threatened her so she moved far away to live a simple, under the radar life and started working for hotch. he knows her situation and does his best to look out for her, maybe she’s like a live in nanny ? neither of them is bold enough to make a move first until her ex finds her and hotch and the team race to save her. ends with love confessions and all the sappy stuff

could be a one shot or a short lil series i’m sure whatever you write will be amazing !

ೇ the do-over ― aaron hotchner .ᐟ

pairing .ᐟ aaron hotchner x plus size babysitter!reader

summary | your new life as a live-in nanny was wonderful, and with your dark past behind you, there was nothing that could ruin this. but as they say, what goes around comes around.

warnings | heavily detailed violence BEWARE, surprisingly light angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, physical hurt/comfort, mutual pining, abusive ex's :[, guns, and a horribly written action/fight scene (forgive me).

wordcount | 1965

۶ৎ a/n .ᐟ | okay this is a heavy fic so beware once more, but aside from that this takes a fully turn! i don't really have anything else to say besides enjoy!

— links .ᐟ masterlist | ao3

“Backpack? Check. Lunchbox? Check. Shoes are tied? Check.” 

You placed your hands on your hips triumphantly, a proud smile on your face as you examined the little boy. 

Being a live-in nanny came with being organizational and making sure that Jack was ready for school everyday without fail.

It wasn’t like Aaron was super strict on you; he understands when you have your days where things are a bit out of place, but honestly it was a personal preference, and totally not because you have a big fat crush on the FBI agent.

You had been very skeptical about your babysitting position at first because of your ex who was absolutely bat shit crazy.

It was a situation you had barely escaped from, and it had taken almost everything in you to get where you were now, so you were a little afraid of men in general. But Aaron was kind, and welcoming, and fatherly, someone that you felt safe with.

And then, you fell in love.

It had scared the shit out of you of course, but now it was a feeling that you welcomed with open arms, even if you couldn’t act on it. 

Your phone began to ring as you searched for the car keys, the contact name read ‘Aaron <3’.

“Morning!” You greeted with a smile as you picked up. “Good morning. How are you guys?” The older man asked.

“We're doing just fine, as always,” You successfully found the keys.

“How are things?” You knew better than to ask how he was, because if you had the kind of job that he did, there was no way you could answer positively. 

“We pretty much have everything we need, so we’ll probably be able to wrap this case up early.” 

“Oh Aaron, that's great!” You cheer happily and make your way back to where Jack was waiting for you. “You ready to go, little man?” Jack looks up at you from his toys. “Is that daddy on the phone?”

“Yeah buddy, you wanna say hi?” 

“Yes!” Jack’s answer was full of excitement, and you can’t help but smile. “As much as I enjoy talking to you, it looks like I’m handing you over.” You swear you could hear Aaron chuckle.

Yeah, this was a life that you could get used to.

Having the house to yourself was weird.

With Jack away at his aunt’s for the weekend, it was strangely quiet due to the emptiness of the child’s presence. You suppose you’re grateful for the break even though taking care of Jack really isn’t as tiring as one might think. 

Despite Aaron rarely being home, he’s managed to raise the boy well when he could, and it’s honestly very admirable. It’s one of the many things that made you fall in love with him. You gaze down into the wine glass at the thought, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Ugh, why does love make you such a loser?

Your bashful train of thought was stopped by a suspicious thump coming from the back of the house. Your smile dropped and a feeling of anxiety and worry twisted in your gut as you grabbed your phone that was lying on the kitchen counter.

You’re quick to dial Aaron’s number and your fingernail finds itself in your mouth as you chew on it anxiously. It’s an old habit, one that you had picked up back in your old relationship.

“Hello?” Rasped Aaron. 

You knew he had just recently flown in from wherever he was because you could hear the foot traffic of everyone grabbing their luggage from the plane’s storage.

“Hey,” Your greeting was nervous and it was something that Aaron easily picked up on. “What’s wrong? Are you alright?” He asks with a furrowed brow. “Yeah, just um - I’m just hearing some weird things so I just wanted to know when you think you might be getting home.”

I miss you.

“Honey what type of weird things?” Before you were able to answer, there was a loud crashing sound.

You instantly dropped to the floor to hide behind the counter; you cradled the phone to your ear, “Okay uh - change of claim,” You attempted to joke. “Someone is most definitely in the house.”

Aaron tries not to panic at the way his insides turn cold, “You remember what to do, right?” He asks with a hardened voice. You gulp, stretching slightly to peer over the marble. You stare out into the darkness and a frightened shiver shoots up your spine. 

“Get to your room and enter the safe.” You reiterated what he had told you almost a year ago when you had first moved in. You’ve never shot a gun before but tonight might be the night where you learn how too.

“That’s right, and do you remember the code?” 

As you went to answer him, you were snatched up by your hair and a scream rang out and into the phone. Even though you weren’t on speaker the others that were currently standing outside with Aaron could hear it.

Aaron desperately calls out your name, and with your silence he takes off without any explanation, but his team knows to follow close behind.

“So, this is what you’ve been doing since you tried to leave me?!”

You cried out as another blow was delivered to your gut but a heavy boot. Your lungs burned and there were tears streaming down your face. He had pulled you so hard over the counter that it made your scalp burn, a blistering headache beginning to form at the base of your skull.

“Fuck you!” You spat as you attempted to prop yourself up on your elbows. 

There was a fine line between anger and fear, and this was one of those moments where they blend together. If you ended up dying tonight, at least you didn’t go down in vain.

This time he punched you in the face before snatching you up by your arms. There was a metallic taste in your mouth, a bruise already developing near your eye. “Why’d you leave me, huh?! We had a good thing going and you just… you just ruined it!”

“I didn’t ruin shit asshole!” You screamed and pushed at him but it was no use. “We were gonna get married but you… but you wanted to play house with an old man, really?!”

“You’ve been watching me.” You said in disbelief. It made your stomach twist in nausea and horror at the thought of him watching Jack, what he could’ve done to him. You had actively put the man you loved kid in danger and it devastated you.

“I had no choice!”

“You’re fucking crazy!”

“Put your hands where I can see them.” Aaron’s voice rang out throughout the house.

Before you knew it you were spun around with a gun to your head, his arm locked against your neck, faintly strangling you.

“Aaron!” You called out in relief, but it turned into a grunt as you tugged further into your ex’s chest.

Aaron’s gun was raised steadily, his eyes focused on your attacker, but he doesn’t hesitate to cast you a reassuring look. When he sees your bloody and bruised face his jaw tightens, the vein in his neck popping and visible through his skin.

“Boyfriend to the rescue, huh?” Your ex sneers into your cheek. You shudder. 

“Put the gun down.” Aaron continues to coax, and out the corner of your eye you can see Morgan approaching through the darkness. 

“Why do you want to save this slut? Don’t tell me you’ve already -” A shot rings out into the fair followed by a scream of pain.

Your ex collapses to the ground, cradling the gunshot wound in his knee as blood spills through his fingers. Aaron was the one that pulled the trigger and Morgan is already in the kitchen by the time he’s tugging you away and into his arms.

“Oh God.” You finally cried. “You came, you came…” His arms are wound tightly around you, purposefully tucking your face into his chest. “I’m here, I’m here.” He shushes and rocks you side to side in order to try and lull you.

Aaron – softly – orders you to sit down while he cleans up the blood when the rest of the team has already left.

You can’t help but watch him from where you’re sitting on the couch with his sleeves of his white button up rolled up and his hands gloved. “I’m sorry.” You decide to say, because you really were. “I’m sorry for everything.” There was so much more you wanted to say, but you felt your throat tighten with unshed tears.

“No, don’t apologize.” He says softly, abandoning the rag that he was using to scrub up said blood. “No Aaron you don’t understand. I put you and Jack in danger because of my bullshit and I thought that I had put it all behind me and I don’t -” 

“Stop.” It’s a bit firmer this time. “I knew exactly what I was getting myself into when I offered you to live with me and my son. Nothing that has occurred tonight has swayed my trust or opinion about you, you know that, right?”

“Right.” His hand holds your cheek and strokes the soft skin of it. “Good.”

Your eyes flicker down to his lips before peering back into his eyes, “If I asked you to kiss me, would you?”

“I’m not sure.”

“I promise this isn’t like a trauma bond thing. I’ve liked you for as long as I’ve worked for you and I didn’t want to tell you because I have nowhere else to go if you say no. Plus,” You sigh, “I just don’t want to make things difficult or uncomfortable for you.”

“You could never do that, feelings reciprocated or not.” He reassures.

“Well are they?”

He grins at your question, “I’d be an idiot not to feel the same way.” You laugh and he leans forward to join your lips together.

A warm feeling spreads in your gut and you knew that this is what love was supposed to feel like.

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Choke-Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader x John Price NSFW

^Such a fucking good song

Based on a request:

OK, weird combo Price!jealous x Ghost!possessive x F!reader. Reader goes on a mission with Her mentor Ghost and her Captain. I just imagine them pulling reader one way to another to end up sandwiched between them for some angry dominant sex. Idk just a thought --- F!Reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, dub-con, angry!sex, dom!Ghost, dom!Price, sub!reader, P-in-V, unprotected!sex, degrading, threesome, anal!sex, jealous!Price, possessive!Ghost, spanking ---

A/N: in Badjhur we trust

It was supposed to be a short missions, simple and quick. No one knew it'd end up being running to the woods' safe house, having to stay longer than expected and make both of your commanding officers jealous or possessive of their little private. Tension grew when you asked Ghost to open a bottle, the lid too hard to twist and your tired state not being able to create much strength. Price wished you asked him instead, a real man, in his words. That whole day, you spent it between laps, getting taught how to clean your riffle properly, teaching you new techniques and then the occasional groping.

At some point, you went from occasional pulls towards one of their laps to having one man pull your waist to his side whilst the other pulled your arms towards him. "Fuckin' leave her to me Price," Ghost said through gritted teeth. "I'm not letting you have her sit on your lap, lieutenant." Price puffed out a cloud of smoke. You looked between them and as Price lifted your chin to look at him, Ghost cupped your face and made you turn to him. "My pretty girl," he lifted his balaclava and as he was about to kiss your forehead, Price pulled you to his side.

"Don't touch her," his arms wrapped around you. Ghost couldn't take it you were his and at base, he had made sure all soldiers knew that. Price kissed you, hands roaming on you and then you felt it, Ghost bitting onto your neck, marking you as his. "Whoever makes 'er come more, fucking wins 'er." Ghost took your jackey off, lifitng the shirt from your body and tossing it aside. "What a beauty," Ghost kisses your shoulders and neck. Price with one single move removes your bra and kisses the collar bone.

Clothes all off, your captain's head between your thighs, teasing your folds all while the lieutenant makes you open your mouth wide as you give him head. You let out a whimper when they abruptly stop and put you on all fours. "Let's see who gives her a better time," Price's hands caress your bare ass before he gives you a good slap. You mewl and he chuckles, "Oh, what a good girl," he continues to slap your ass and without warming, Ghost smacks his cock on your mouth. "Stick your tongue out for me, be a good slut," he commands. You do as told and he smirks. "Spit on it, baby," your spit covering his tip, tongue swirling around and giving him pleasure.

Your mouth slowly stretches thin as his fat cock gets inside it. His thrusts all in rage, wanting to win this bet, make you his slut by the end of it. Price needed you to be his, needed your pretty holes filled and leaking with his cum, leaving you to his mercy only. Thick fingers deep inside your cunt, pumping themselves into that tight pussy of yours. The sweet noises of you gagging and being choked by Ghost's fat cock, making you clench on Price's thick and veiny cock. You cry out. Your g spot getting pleased at every thrust. Ghost knew this, so he pulled out, "Let me take her first, to show you how good her face looks when I take her fully," he tried to reason but in truth he needs you to himself, to be the one fucking himself into you.

"Fine, but I'll be next," His heavy cock gets stroked by his calloused hands as he sits and watches from the chair near the sofa. Ghost rubs his tip rubbing your slit, you let out a soft whimper to which he grbas your chin and makes you look at him. "Good fucking sluts take what I give," he spits out. Your mouth spread open, his fungers fucking your throat, tears and gags all running free, he smirks, his dick hard and slowly being thrusted in you. Your tits bouncing at his hard thrusts, he slaps yopur face when you close your moth around his fingers, "fucking keep it open!" he commands.

Price couldn't take it, so he moves to your mouth, his cock taking the lieutenants fingers place. "We had a fucking deal, Price," Ghost growls, thrust become more rough. You try and plea but both men could not care for you at this time. Price chokes you with his hands, your neck would for sure get some bruising after this. His balls slapping against your face. Your eyes shut as the tears and war paint came offf your face. Ghost hoplding your hips in place, his cock abusing your tight cunt. Price holding your neck, enjoying how you choke and clench around his cock, Ghost encouraging this by groaning. "Fucking. Slut. Taking. It.All." He said with each thrust.

The bulge of Ghost's fat and lenghthy cock on your tummy, he presses it down, which makes you moan. The vibrations only feeding Price to win this contest. Your tits getting slapped, Ghost bends forward and nibbles on them. Price pulls out, lays down and forcefully makes Ghost pull out. Your juices leaking from the lieutenants cock. Price on his back and your back to his chest, legs spread apart as he aligns his cock to your ass. The tight walls stretching for his size, you cry out only to get your mouth filled by Price's fist. Ghost holding your legs up as his cock gets buried in your cunt.

Your body was beyond pleasure, beyond the ecstasy of it, it was like entering a realm of sex and pleasure. Both of your holes getting stuffed and as wanted, filled by their cum. You'd think they stopped there, but they didn't, especially not Ghost. His thick and rough fingers pinch and rub your clit, you squirm and before you could even close your legs, he slaps the sensitive tissue. "Oh...what a delight," he smiles and leans forward, kissing your neck only to get pushed away by Price who kept choking you.

"Mine," Ghost grunts and bites your shoulder, leaving his teeth marked on your skin. "My fucking slut," he bites your neck this time and as his cum leaks into your cunt, he bites harder. You cry out a moan and he aggressively slaps your face. "Take it, bitch!" He slaps you again.

Price pulls out, your ass filled and covered in his cum. Ghost lifts you up, your weak legs wrapped around his hips, his cock still buried deep in you. He pushes you onto him, guides your pussy to his cock with every thrust. His hands under your ass as he moans. Price lighting up a cigar, watches with a smirk. Your nails dig into Ghost's back, you leaned against him, cries of pleasure escape your precious lips. Once he pulls out, he feels your juices and his cum drip form hour abused hole.

His big arms wrap you in a tight embrace as he gives you a sweet and long kiss. Soon, as you sat on his lap, all cuddled and kissed, he turned to Price. "Look who she is with now," he smiles and looks down at you. Pouty, flustered mess in his arms, holding him like he was your source of life. "My cum still leaks from her," Price comments. "Not for long, I'll make sure to replace it with mine," he kisses you again.

--- A/N: Let's thank @gh0stsenpai007 for helping me write parts of this scene &lt;3 ---

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Bear Darts

"Yes! They finally came in." I say in excitement as I pick up a package in front of my dorm. I rush inside and rip open the package. 8 small darts with a weird green liquid inside and a bamboo tube. "There's no way they actually work right?" The website seemed so legit and the concept seemed too good to be true. "Guaranteed to transform any man into a certified bear." Was the tag line. I am tempted to jab one of them into my arm right now, but I'm too nervous. What if it's just poison or something? I should at least test it out, it'll be fun anyway.

I stuff the darts and the bamboo into my bag and head to campus. Who to start with? Mr. Henderson could be a good option. I don't like him so if it goes wrong I don't care, and he's pretty scrawny so I'll be able to see any difference. I decide to head to Mr. Henderson's office, figuring he'll be a good test run.

On the way, I come across a raccoon rummaging through garbage in an alley, and an idea sparks through my mind. If it's that harmful, it would hurt a raccoon, so I might as well test them out. I pull out a dart and the bamboo and head into the alley. I slot the dart into the end of the bamboo, line up the shot, and blow as hard as I can. I hear the swoosh of the dart piercing the wind. The dark hits the raccoons back and it barely reacts, as if it's just a measly mosquito bite. The green liquid drains out of the dart, and I wait for a reaction. It doesn't take long for the animal to start twitching. It's hard to tell in the shadow of the alley, but my kind went straight to the worst, it was poisonous. But then I saw its body change shape. It wasn't much, but its scrawny limbs grew thicker, its belly grew rounder, and its grubby little paws grew larger. By the end, it still resembled a raccoon, just larger and meatier than you'd expect a raccoon to be. Could this be real? I continue watching as the raccoon resumes its normal activities.

I let out a chuckle in excitement at what was yet to come. I walk back out of the alley and speed walk to Mr. Henderson's office, this was gonna be good. The website said results may vary depending on what the person looked like before the transformation, and based on other things like genetics. Essentially it's random. But I was still hoping to see Mr. Henderson with a big hairy gut spilling out of his shirt.

I finally make it to his office and I slowly open his door just a sliver. He's standing in the middle of the room, looking over at the wall to the left of the door. I feel confident enough that he's not able to see the door from the way he's looking. I look over to see he's very concentrated on a bunch of photos hung up on the wall, which makes sense as he's a photography prof.

I take a mental image of the prof before I line up the shot, so I can compare the before and after in my mind. He's got buzz cut and a bushy salt and pepper beard. His frame is quite skinny but I can see a little bit of a belly and moobs under his shirt. That shirts definitely not doing him any favours, I wonder what it will look like on him after. His arms and legs are scrawny, with little fat or muscle on them. He's also wearing some camo shorts.

Now with his image locked in my head, I prepare a dart and like up the shot. Same with the raccoon, I blow as hard as I can and the dart lodges into the side of his belly. He flinches for a moment, but then stops in places. I can see his muscle twitching, as if they're cramping and freezing him in place. It all happens so quickly. It starts with his belly. His small belly grows in waves of soft fat, each wave packing dozens of pounds. Each wave makes his gut jiggle more and more as it grows rounder and rounder. His gut and his love handles spill over his waistline as his shirt rides up, revealing a stretched out belly button. Soon enough, it appears as though he stuffed a small beach ball into his stomach with how large it is. Though it is soon complemented by a growing pair of soft moobs. If what he had before were moobs, he now has full on man tits. They're soft and round, pressing tightly against his shirt. I can even see his nipples harden under the shirt. Next to fall is his ass. His once flat derriere quickly plumped up similar to his belly. Waves of fat perked up his ass as it threatened to rip through his shorts. The button on his pants popped off and flung across the office in dramatic fashion, leaving his fly wide open. His arms and his legs thickened slightly as a layer of fat covered them, though they stayed quite skinny in proportion to his body. Also, in the process, his beard had grown out and became almost all grey.

The entire time I could feel my dick riding up into my waist band. This was so much hotter than I expected it to be. I want to go in there and get my hands on that fatass so bad, but I have to have restraint. His muscles have stopped twitching and he seems back in control, though he still seems laser focused on the wall of photos. He reaches to scratch his belly and seems a bit shocked at the fact that he's scratching skin rather than shirt. "Huh, I coulda sworn this fit yesterday, musta shrunk in the wash." He shrugs, completely oblivious to the changes his body had just gone through. I don't know if I find it more or less hot that he seems to not care that he's a fatass. I don't have time to think about it though, as he starts to turn towards the door. I quickly grab my bag and run. I'll get to see him for photography class tomorrow anyway.

I think about who I want to hit next. I've got 6 darts left and plenty of profs on my list. Now that it seems safe, I'm more willing to go for profs I like. So I think one of the hottest prof off the top of my head. Mr. Ahmed. God he's hot. He's got perfectly toned skin, a thick black beard, and beautiful eyes. The only thing is he's quite skinny, and I like my men thick. So this is the perfect opportunity, and his office is close by.

I arrive at his office and see him just on his phone. My mouth salivates as I think about what I'm gonna do to him. I pull out a dart and shoot it. It lands right into his biceps and the green liquid rapidly drains from the dart. My hand instinctively drifts to my crotch as I wait in anticipation.

He froze in place, just like Henderson. But this time it started from his arm instead of his belly, it must be from wherever the dart hits. His once skinny arm swells, ripping his sleeve in the process. His forearm followed suit, growing a thick pelt of hair in the process as his delicate hand grew into a monstrous man hand. The transformation continued into his shoulders, then to his chest. His shoulders broadened, pushing his small shirt to its limits. Then his suddenly exploded outward, tearing straight through what was left of his shirt. Thick muscles now lay under thick man tits as they hand over his stomach. His already thick chest hair became more dense as his nipples grew large and sensitive. His other arm quickly grew just as large as the first, evening out his hulking body. His exposed belly went from flat to large and rotund in a matter of seconds, though it remained quite solid from strong muscle that grew below it. His gut befell a similar fate to the rest of his body, being covered in a layer of dark hairs.

His lower half quickly grew to match his upper half. Fat and muscle flooded into his ass and thighs until his dress pants ripped in dramatic fashion, leaving him in nothing but his extremely tight underwear, leaving little to the imagination. The legs continued to grow, and his feet seemed to grow at least five sizes, busting out of his shoes. Finally his facial features began to change. The rather young professor looked as if he aged 15 years in just moments as wrinkles and blemishes riddled his face, and his hairline receded slightly. His face also seemed to become a bit chubbier, matching his hulking gut.

He finally unfroze, seeming unfazed by changes in his body. He reached to stretch some of his muscles, I'm sure they're sore after such an intense transformation. But he quickly realized his lack of clothing and left to a backroom to find some. The idea that he wouldn't be able to find any clothes that remotely fit him made it all the more hot for me, but I got out before I got caught.

I was on top of the world, there was no way I would stop now. I thought about who to find next, and the choice seemed obvious. Mr. Salim, how could I forget the health and fitness prof. Ive never had him, but damn it is tempting to take a fitness class just to get to look at him more. He kinda looked like Mr. Ahmed but buff, cocky, and far more charming.

I quickly made it to the fitness building and found his office. I peaked in and saw him working out with his earbuds in, this was my shot. Without hesitation I load a dart and shoot. I chuckle quietly as I see the dart lodge into his ass. He goes to scratch his ass but fails to notice the dart, soon after he drops his weights and freezes in place. His already perky ass grows slightly, but not as much as I'd expect. Still enough to pants ride down his ass a bit, revealing a bright blue jockstrap. Of course Mr. Salim would wear a jockstrap. His thighs grow significantly, bulging with muscle to the point of ripping his pants. The rest of his legs follow suit, growing thick calves and massive feet.

I can see under his shirt that his waist is tightening up, which is surprising given that he's the first one to not get fat. A little disappointing if you ask me, but I'm not disliking what I see so far. His shoulders broaden and his chest puffs out, ripping right through his shirt. His arms nearly double in size, making his look like a bodybuilder as his hands grow to match. His face seemed to age as some of his hair turned grey. As he aged, his already hairy body became even more so, covering most of his body in thick salt and pepper hair. Even his stubble grew out into a thick silver beard.

Mr. Salim put down his weights, got up, and walked to the mirror in his office. He turned so he could see his ass in the mirror and snapped a photo.

A part of me was hoping to see him become a fat slob, something about fat gym teachers always got me going. But I certainly wouldn't complain about this view.

The health and fitness building is right beside geography and history, so I should head there. I try to think of a teacher I've had in this department. Maybe Mr. Smith? I had him for first year history and he's hot, I just remember him being a bit weird. That doesn't matter, I'm already on my way to his office.

I peak through his door and see him focused on his computer, perfect timing. I load a dart and shoot it. It hits him in the side of his thigh. Within moments I can see his jeans struggling to contain his growing legs. His jeans become even tighter as fat fills his ass, creating a loud pop sound as his belt snaps off.

His slim torso expands until he has a thick muscle gut and love handles that spill over his jeans. His chest grows into two strong but soft looking pecs that are impossible to miss through his tight shirt. His arms explode with muscle, making it look like they're gonna rip his sleeves. Finally his face fattens up a bit as a short beard covers his soft jawline.

Mr. Smith leans back in his chair and crossed his arms over his tank of a gut.

It wasn't what I expected for Mr. Smith to be honest. I expected him to turn into a big fat history teacher, but he is hotter as a muscle chub. As I'm watching, he goes to unzip his jeans. He whips out his massive dick and starts to jerk off. Damn I didn't expect Mr. Smith to be packing that, but maybe it's a side effect of the darts. I keep watching until he swivels his chair in my direction, I can't risk being caught so I leave.

I look at my watch and realize I've lost track of time, I have a math class right now. I run across the campus to my math class and quietly sit at the back of the theatre.

I quickly get bored and wonder if I should hit Mr. Derrick with a dart in the middle of the lecture. It's risky but I'm bored so fuck it. I pull out the dart and try to shoot it as quietly as possible and it hits him square in the stomach. Mr. Derrick is a very scrawny man, so I'm curious about how it's gonna effect him.

As soon as he gets hit, he stops talking and freezes in place, but weirdly enough, no one in the class seems to notice. The man's skinny body explodes with fat. At first he grows a small pot belly, then a sizable beer belly, then it settles as a giant ball gut that looks like he stuffed a beach ball down his button up. I'm surprised his shirt has ripped yet. His chest grows two man tits that are visible through his shirt. The sleeve of his jacket starts to look like stuffed sausages as his fat arms fill out all the space in them. The man's thighs thicken until his pants start to rip and his fat ass causes his fly to rip open. Finally his clean shaven face grows a thick brown beard.

He continued the lecture as if nothing had happened. His lack of awareness of his body makes even more hot. I can't believe he ended up that fat, I can see his gut spill out of his shirt each time he reaches up. And every part of his body bounces when he walks around. Eventually he ended up sitting down for the second half of the lecture, and he was often out of breath from just talking.

Once the lecture is over, I walk up to the front of the theatre and talk to Mr. Derrick.

"Hey, I've been struggling keeping up with the material lately, I was wondering if we could have a one on one session?" I ask him.

"Oh ya for sure, just come by during my office hours and I'd be happy to help." He responds. The man is practically panting at this point and I can see the sweat start to drench his beard.

"By the way, I don't think that shirt fits you anymore sir." I say just to make him uncomfortable. He just looks down, blushes, and runs off. Hobbling as fast as he can out of the theatre.

I got two darts left, I should use them wisely. The only teacher I can think of right now is Mr. Brown. His voice is so deep and buttery but his body doesn't match it, he's really skinny. I think he'd be better off as a bear anyway.

I make my way to the athletics facility, I've had him for French and English class, so I know where to find him. He works out around this time most days, so I make my way to the gym. As I walk to the gym, I see him in the corner of my eye in the showers. He's turned away from me, so I quickly take my shot, hitting him in the back. His back muscles grow and become more defined before a thick layer of fat covered them and creates thick rolls down his back. His stomach grows into a sizable belly with a thick belly button. His chest expands, first to juicy pecs, but then they slowly soften into a pair of moobs. His traps grow as his shoulders broaden, I also notice that he's getting taller, like a lot taller. He was shorter than me, but now his head is well above the shower head. His arms grow to match the rest of his hulking body.

Next his ass widened and started to sag slightly under its own weight. His thighs thickened until they rubbed together and his feet grew from a size 11 to a monstrous size 20. I also noticed his dick grow to at least 10 inches, if not more. All the while he was still getting taller, by now his shoulders were above the shower head. Finally his facial features became softer and fatter as the hair on his head fell out, although his stubble grew into a thick black beard.

As the transformation ends, Mr. Brown reaches behind him and grabs the dart out of his back. He's the only one to have noticed it. He looks at the dart for a moment, then turns toward me. I try to duck behind the wall, but I think he saw me. I hide in one of the bathroom stalls until I hear him leave, with the size of that man, it's not hard to tell where he's walking.

Once I can't hear him anymore, I rush out of the stall and grab my bag. But just as I reach the door, I bump into Mr. Brown. He's waiting at the doorway with a small green towel wrapped around his waist.

"What's this?" He says holding up one of my darts. Interestingly enough, it's a full one. The one I shot him with should be empty, so that means. Oh no. I look through my bag, the last dart is gone. Before waiting for a response, Mr. Brown just grabs my arm and jabs the dart into it.

I feel frozen in place. My clothes feel tighter and tighter until I hear them rip. I feel the warmth of the locker room air touch my bare skin. I start to feel itchy all over my body as my perspective shifts higher and higher. I feel so strong. I feel like I've grown a foot in height, but I'm still at eye level with Mr. Browns chest.

I finally gain control of my body and look down at the damage. I have thick pecs and a little bit of a belly, all covered in hair. Thick arms and legs, also covered in hair, actually my entire body is now covered in hair. And the bulge in my underwear is massive.

I turn my attention back to Me. Brown.

"Where did you get these?" He asks in his deep intimating voice. I stutter for a moment. "I'm not gonna snitch, I just got a few people I want to use it on." Mr. Brown asks. My fear turns to excitement as I realize the damage Mr. Brown and I are gonna do together.

[arabaka-archived]

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. content warnings ⤸ nsfw. reigen arataka x afab!reader. cunnilingus. masturbation. public sex. written in a fugue state so sorry abt grammar/spelling/weirdness. 500ish word count.

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. summary ⤸ reigen eats you out in a parking lot. idk what you expect from me /j

You’re in an abandoned parking lot. The building is in great shape– well, now it is. A weak curse had picked up traction on social media about the area and before you knew it, the place was swarming with spiritual energy. It wasn’t a piece of cake but it wasn’t anything you and Serizawa couldn’t handle. 

“Hey,” Reigen’s voice is a husky murmur as he hooks a finger onto your jacket to hold you back, “Stay back here with me for a bit.”

Naturally, you do.

Growing up, sensing people’s spiritual energy from an ever-growing radius was maddening: a curse. 

Now though, as your boyfriend eats you out with your palms against the concrete wall in this abandoned building, you definitely can write it off as a blessing.

“G-God, right there, right there.” You hiss, stopping yourself short of digging your nails into the wall. Your pants are hot on your already sweaty skin and you’re only getting more drenched with Reigen’s spit dripping off your folds. 

It’s insane, the work you’re putting in to stay standing on your heels but it’s worth it; Reigen is a master with his tongue. His tongue slides effortlessly between your folds, your slick practically disappearing in his mouth as he works you over. All the while, he’s having a hard time keeping his eyes straight behind closed lids, engorging himself on your taste with every lap and suck. He can’t help it; he loses himself in the soft, tender flesh of your clit. The way you try to hide your little squeaks of his name as your heels skitter along the cement floor. The way you get so wet for him, rivets of your arousal run down your pantyhose-clad legs.

Pantyhose because your boyfriend had been in too much of a hurry to pull them down and instead ripped his way into eating you out in the middle of this freshly-exorcised parking lot. It’s not the first pair he’s ruined and it won’t be the last.

Reigen’s gotten more brazen as of late, this he knows, and it’s a bad habit to have. Because now it’s near impossible to wait when the mood strikes and honestly, seeing you in action earlier… How sexy the confidence on your face looked… 

Ugh, you certainly can’t blame him, can you?

“Tastes so good.” You can hear him casually grumble, your slit clenching around the tip of his tongue as he works his way in. The breaths in his voice make your whole body shiver, your hips stuttering back and pushing your pussy deeper into his mouth, an opportunity he happily seizes with both hands coming to claw deeply into the fat of your ass. The surge in pleasure makes you sing a chorus of moans, the noise bouncing in echoes along the walls. 

Even in the midst of ecstasy, you keep in mind any lingering entities around the area; yes, the risk is sexy but let’s keep it that way. 

Reigen is furiously pumping his shaft as he slurps profanely on your juices. He couldn’t possibly keep his noises to himself; he can hardly shut up as it is. 

In the middle of those moans and grunts, you hear Reigen utter, “I swear, this will be the last time.”

But you and him both know it wouldn’t.

[immortalmrwavell]

Getting into Sports

(Written for @transformee)

(Original story posted December 31st 2021) This story has been significantly Updated!

Adam woke up bright and early with a big stretch. Today was his day off so naturally he was excited to just chill out and do whatever for the day. He pulled himself outta bed before groggily strolling up to his wardrobe to pick out some comfortable clothes. Though as he looked over his clothes, he sighed. He pretty much rotated between three different outfits nowadays as most of his clothes had worn out and needed replacing. Maybe it was time to do a bit of clothes shopping.

After throwing on whatever decent clothes he could find, Adam grabbed his keys and wallet before heading out. He was on his way down town when he passed a certain shop. He’d been down this road so many times but somehow he’d never noticed this shop. Just looking at it was giving him weird vibes…

It appeared to be a clothing shop. ‘Threads for Life’ it was called. It seemed so strange and out of place yet Adam couldn’t help feeling drawn to it. Well the whole reason he went out was for some new clothes so why not have a quick look around.

He soon found himself pushing open the door with a creak, causing a bell to jingle. The first thing he saw was multiple rows of clothing racks that extended down the length of the store. It almost certainly seemed bigger on the inside than it looked from the outside. Scanning his eyes across the shop he also noticed that the majority of the clothes seemed to be sold as outfits rather than individual items.

Soon after Adam was greeted by a short man looking to be in his mid 50’s. He kindly introduced himself as Tony. With a big smile, the man explained that he was the shopkeeper and was more than happy to help in any way that he could. He seemed sweet and even offered to walk Adam around the shop to help him find something. Adam shrugged and accepted the offer, allowing Tony to begin leading him down the many aisles of clothing.

As the two walked, Tony pointed out various outfits to Adam. Though as he did, Adam quickly began to notice the more unusual clothing the shop sold. There were some regular clothes sure but he could help noticing more and more costume fits as he was guided through the isles. Things like firefighter uniforms and police uniforms that definitely didn’t seem like the cheap costumes you’d find around Halloween. They were incredibly detailed and well made. They almost looked as though they’d been ripped for actual people in those professions…

“Would you mind if I asked a question sir? Tony asked politely, prompting Adam to respond with a simple nod. “Have you ever been into sports?”

Adam thought it was an odd question but gave an answer anyway. “Well I guess I like watching it sometimes but I wouldn’t say I’m into it. I always thought about playing more sports when I was younger but just never really found the motivation I guess.” He responded truthfully.

“Well it’s never too late to get into it. Especially at your age. What are you 30? 32?” The older man eyed Adam’s frame up and down. He was of average build. Not too fat but not too skinny either. “Maybe buying yourself something a little sporty will help get you into the right mindset!” Tony insisted as he led Adam towards the more sports themed section of the shop.

Adam didn’t really see how buying some random sports gear would make him wanna play more sports but decided he decided to humour the sweet older gentleman.

Looking through the clothing racks he saw kits for all kinds of different sports. Baseball, Tennis, Football and so on. They stopped however when Tony pulled a white Rugby kit off one of the racks. It looked far too big for Adam yet Tony insisted that he at least go and try it on. Adam raised an eyebrow. It had to be a joke right? He let out an amused huff as he took the large t-shirt and shorts before Tony handed him the matching rugby socks and cleats.

Tony pointed Adam in the direction of the changing rooms where he entered a stall and closed the curtain behind him. Placing the rugby kit on the bench, Adam fo7nd himself getting undressed and wondering what the hell he was even doing here. As he put his clothes to one side he looked at himself in the mirror. Looking at his somewhat out of shape body. He was fine with the way he looked now but the thought of losing some weight and gaining some muscle certainly was an attractive one. He figured trying to get into sports might not be that bad of an idea if he gets him into a more active lifestyle.

Picking up the white shorts from the bench, Adam chuckled to himself. There was no way this stuff was gonna fit him but it didn’t seem like Tony was gonna take no for an answer until he was proved wrong. And so, with a sigh, Adam slipped his legs into the shorts and pulled them up. To his surprise the waistband managed to keep the shorts up, albeit very loosely. Adam then tugged on the oversized shirt which hung just as loosely as it consumed his upper body.

It was then he realised that the clothes had a bit of an odd scent. Almost sweaty? As though they’d been recently worn and used. He would’ve complained but… he actually found himself enjoying the smell a little. It sounded weird but the faint masculine aroma was oddly alluring.

Shortly after Adam pulled on the rugby socks. Pulling them all the way up his calves and even then they still felt a little big. That said he found his feet feeling ever so slightly damp with the cold sweat of someone else having stained the socks. And yet he embraced it as he moved onto the cleats, shoving his feet inside. Once again they were clearly a few sizes too big like everything else. Only then did he finally get back up and take a look in the mirror.

He looked ridiculous.

As he already knew, the kit was far too big for him and was practically hanging off his body. “Tch… why did I let that guy talk me into this?” He muttered to himself with a small chuckle. He was just about to step out and prove to Tony how ill fitting the clothes were when he noticed something peculiar. On the shirt there appeared to be a name on the bottom left corner. It didn’t look to be be part of the brand name or anything. More like the name of an owner.

‘Joe Marler’ it said. Only then did a tingling sensation shoot like lightning through Adam’s body. It was finally beginning.

It all started with Adam’s hands growing. He looked down at them in shock and disbelief as they enlarged before his very eyes. Becoming thicker and more calloused by the second. To mirror this, his feet started to expand as well. The once oversized socks began to stretch as his growing feet started to fill out the rugby cleats comfortably.

After that the transformation began to intensify. The changes spread from his hands and feet up towards his arms and legs causing said limbs to shorten ever so slightly. Adam found himself stumbling a little as height shifted, dropping from 6’1 to 6’0 exactly. It was only a single inch but that alone was enough to throw Adam off balance. He leaned against the wall to steady himself as his limbs began to pulse. Pure transformative energy flooded through his body. Every vein. Every muscle. Preparing Adam’s body for the insane growth to come.

His legs were the first to hulk out. His calves and thighs swelled with new mass seemingly out of nowhere. Bulging thicker by the second with levels of size and strength Adam had never before experienced. They grew in enormous trunks of solid muscle meant for both speed and strength when carrying a powerful frame that was yet to come. His thighs were so huge that they couldn’t help rubbing together as they filled out the white shirts perfectly. If anything the shirts began to grow a little tight as Adam’s ass changed next, ballooning into a huge jock butt. His cheeks grew round and plump with a healthy mix of fat and muscle. The kind of ass that would threaten to rip the seams of any pair of pants he wore from now on if he dared to squat or bend down.

By this point Adam was in a daze. On the inside he was shocked by the ongoing transformation but the magic surrounding it filled his mind with a strong haze. It was almost like being drunk. However that didn’t stop him from letting out a long moan when the transformation spread towards his crotch.

There was a strange pulling sensation. It was as though an invisible hand was grabbing his cock and gently tugging on it. And with every tug his cock inched outwards, growing lengthier by the second. Adam couldn’t help subtly bucking his hips to the feeling due to his masculine instinct. His bulge became more and more noticeable until his dick reached a flaccid size of around 6 inches. With that his erect length was bound to be enormous. But it didn’t stop there as the tugging sensation he felt switched to the feeling of a hand squeezing his shaft instead. And with every squeeze it thickened. Becoming fatter and girthier until the outline of his cock was visible through the shorts. And to finish it off the feeling finally moved towards his balls. Massaging them gently like the prized jewels they were as they grew larger and heavier until Adam had a pair of fat full balls to match his intimidating cock.

Adam’s hazy mind didn’t get much chance to process his enormous new manhood as his arms started to pulse. The muscles tightening and relaxing over and over in quick succession as the magic moved through them. Then without warning his biceps, triceps and forearms engorged themselves with muscle. Once again mass added itself onto Adam’s frame seemingly out of thin air, causing his arms to balloon to new and powerful sizes. Once again adorning a layer of healthy fat on top of the muscle to give his arms a thicker, brawnier look just like his massive legs.

His torso had already begun to grow in response to his arms and legs but now the focus was shifting fully towards it. But not before his shoulders and traps had a chance to bulk up considerably. Further broadening his frame and forcing him to take up more space.

Adam jutted around a little as his waist grew wider. The small belly Adam had strengthened as it grew into a powerful gut. He still might not have had visible abs but his core still grew a hell of a lot stronger. And now that belly fat he once had was being fairly distributed to give him a far more burly frame. The type of body most would refer to as a muscle bear. This only became more true as Adam’s pecs practically inflated like two meaty beachballs waiting to be groped and massaged. They filled out the previously baggy shirt gloriously. Said shirt stretching nice and tight as his back finished broadening as well

By this point Adam’s entire body had morphed into something unrecognisable. Into his beefy collosus of a man he hardly recognised in the mirror before him. The meaty legs and bulky arms. Not to mention the bubbly butt. He had the body of a man who worked out almost every day and probably ate like an animal to maintain all this size. The only thing left that Adam could recognise was his face. But even that wouldn’t last.

His neck had already grown thicker along with his shoulders and traps, but now the lump in his throat was changing. Lowering his voice a couple octaves until he found himself letting out very deep and gruff moans. He now had the deep baritone voice of a man that would’ve previously melted him into a puddle. Just hearing it escape his lips in the form of masculine moans was making his cock twitch his knees wobble.

But with that his head started to buzz. It began reshaping itself as the features prepared themselves to morph. The feeling was different from everything else. Up until now his transformation had felt raw and forceful. But this was gentle and delicate. Like multiple pairs of hands massaging every inch of his head and remodeling it as if he were a clay sculpture. Sharpening certain features while dulling others. Mostly giving Adam’s face a rougher and more masculine look. This also extended to his hair as the short salt and pepper cut he adorned shrunk and receded back into his scalp, leaving him with a shaved head. Yet on the opposite side, his once clean shaven face found itself sprouting a thick full beard.

But the changes to his head weren’t just physical. They were mental too. He could feel his brain being molded just like everything else had been. Mostly he could feel his IQ draining. Getting dumber and dumber by the second. Replacing all that lost intelligence with knowledge about all sorts of different sports along with gym know how. Along with that he could feel his personality changing that of a boisterous and confident man who wasn’t afraid to speak his mind.

With that, Adam sensed the transformation was finally over as whatever strange magic had overtaken his body subsided. He looked in the mirror once again, awestruck by the sight.

One of the first things he did was run a thick hand across his bald head. All he felt was a thin and tiny layer of hair up there and not much of a hairline either. He then ran his hands through his new beard, really enjoying how it felt under his touch.

Adam’s entire body just transformed before his very eyes. He should’ve been freakung the fuck out! And yet somehow he felt calm. Not only that but just so focused on his new burly form. It was mesmerizing to look at. He knew it wasn’t his but at the same time it felt so right. Like this was how he was supposed to look.

Looking away from the mirror and down at his actual body, Adam could truly see that all the clothes now fit his body perfectly now. Almost like they made for him. His pecs pressed generously against the shirt in a way that showed off his rigid nipples. He just couldn’t stop himself from tweaking them a little, letting out a deep groan in the process. Going on to further explore his new chest and stomach by running those bearish hands up and down his torso.

Naturally he then did what almost any man in his situation would do. He curled each hand into a fist before raising up both arms and flexing his biceps nice and hard. Watching gleefully as the muscle bulged in a display of his newfound strength. Adam’s eyes didn’t know whether to dart between each arm or to look back into the mirror to see his bulky reflection flexing back at him.

All the while it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore his hardening cock. By now it was nearing its full girthy length of 8.5 inches and the outline in his shorts was painfully obvious. He’d need to learn how to control his new beast because any unwanted erections from now on were gonna be difficult to hide.

A short time later Tony finally decided to check in on Adam and see if everything had gone to plan. “So, did you find everything alright?” Tony asked as he carelessly peered around the curtain. Immediately he was greeted by the sight of a hulking rugby player with his shorts around his ankles as he groped at his fat new jock butt. Jiggling it with a dumb laugh as his cock stood upright at full attention.

Adam should’ve been embarrassed when he saw Tony peeping in on him but he was too horny to care. “Yeah this kit is amazing brother! But would you mind if I just had a minute to… relieve some of this pressure?” He grabbed his cock with a stupid grin before facing the mirror again.

“Well normally I’d say yes. I don’t mind if my customers have a little fun after finding a new fit but a new customer just walked in and I’ve only got the one changing room.” Tony claimed before looking over his shoulder to see another man browsing the aisles behind him. “But I don’t want to leave you unsatisfied so how about I speed things along for you?” Tony smiled before pointing at Adam’s thick new cock. A little beam of light shot from Tony’s finger and hit Adam’s cock directly and caused it to glow.

“OooOOhhhh FuUUcccCckk… Whhaat did You Doooo??…” Adam groaned like an animal as immeasurable amounts of pleasure flowed through his crotch. It felt as if he were being given a hundred blowjobs all at once! He tossed his head back in pure bliss as his cock bucked and pulsed uncontrollably before finally erupting with a blast of cum that emptied his bull balls completely, splattering the mirror with his seed in the process.

“That was an orgasm spell. A little magic trick I learned quite a while back. Does exactly what it says and causes the target to have an extreamly powerful and almost instant orgasm.” Tony explained. “Now get those shorts pulled back up big fella. You’ve got a whole new life to live out there in the world.”

Adam did just that, wiping off his cock before tugging up *his* underwear and shorts. Once again adoring the reflection that stared back at him in that mirror. He’d never imagined having a body like this. Large, thick and powerful. But it all his now and he couldn’t have been more delighted.

“Oh and just before you leave… could you please take your mess with you?” Tony pointed a finger towards the cumstained mirror.

“Sure thing brother. You got anything I can use to clean it with!” Adam asked with a laugh.

Tony shook his head while still pointing a finger at the splattered mirror. “No need.” With that the sticky man seed found itself detaching from the mirror on its own as all the cum gathered itself in a small blob floating up in the air. Adam hardly had a chance to react before Tony pointed his finger towards the burly man. The entire load flew towards the new rugby player at blinding speed before forcing itself into his open mouth. Adam’s eyes widened with surprise as he found himself being forced to swallow his own salty nut.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Adam shouted moments later. “Could’ve given me a warning…” he tried his best to sound annoyed but honestly he was kinda turned again already.

And with that, Adam was free to leave the shop which had changed his life forever. On his way out he saw the new customer who was still browsing. He grinned to himself knowing they wouldn’t be the same when they walked out either. But that's none of his concern.

Now he was just a big dumb rugby jock who’s only real concerns in life now were fucking dudes, getting fucked by dudes and playing sports.

[lesbikaiser]

o and d + nagi?

cw: piss kink for d.

[d] dirty secret

nagi rarely hides his wishes from you, he's ashamed about barely anything and is so obvious and blunt with his desires, it's almost impossible that there's any secret he's not letting you know. although, there might be something.

he has a piss kink.

he's not embarrassed about it and would've told you if he hadn't listened to his friends talking about how weird it's well, he truly is a bit weird after all, and he doesn't want you to think the same about him so he keeps it to himself. he does nothing to stop his mind though, wild thoughts of it running around his head and it makes him so aroused; it's not a big deal, is it? he just really wanna see you peeing... he's heard it before, and he's seen the way you writhe whenever you're holding it for too long, he can't help but imagine how would it be to watch you feeling your bladder about to explode, struggling so much to keep it all in and wetting yourself when you fail to, short and panties gluing to your core as piss runs down your thighs and pools on the floor, your underwear getting a bit translucent and he can see the outline of your pussy through the fabric, it seems so realistic it makes him forget for a moment that it's all in his head.

he thinks about telling you, you're always so understanding with him so maybe you could even say yes and actually do it...

or maybe you could have the worst reaction ever...

ah, it's too much of a hassle to think about it.

[o] oral

loves giving and receiving equally, he was delighted when he found out about 69. he gets to taste your sweetness at the same time your soft lips are wrapped around his dick? say less. he's obsessed with how wet and warm your cunt is, how your hole flutters around his tongue whenever he pushes it past your walls and how your little clit gets so swollen when you're drooling on his sheets, the perfect moans you let out only making everything better. and you taste so damn good! he could die between your thighs and he thinks there's no happier death. though, when he has you on your knees, big doe eyes staring up at him and your lashes wet with tears, spit leaking from the corners of your lips and running down your chin as you try to take his fat dick into your mouth, gagging sounds echoing through the room along with his pathetic whimpers and your throat is so warm and tight– he really can't choose!

[monstersflashlight]

request: an m/m story with reader and a fat gruff blunt dino bf with a heart of gold where the reader comes in extremely distressed trying to sneak around, but the dino bf catches reader in a dress and other feminine clothing for the first time, causing him to break down and sob before running to his room when the dino bf enters the room, he asks what happened and the reader tells him about how he wanted to wear dresses and stuff but was called ugly and disgusting by people. the story is a intense hurt/comfort with so much fluff as the dino reassures and comforts him before fucking him with watersports in it

A/N: I couldn’t fit the watersports in, didn’t feel okay with the flow of the story. Sorry for that but I hope you enjoy! Plus, highly recommend Maz Maddox RELIC series if you like were-dinos and m/m stories.

Pretty little red dress

Were-dinosaur x male!reader || hurt/comfort, rimming (lowkey), anal sex || tw: self-esteem issues, lowkey internalized homophobia

You tiptoe your way into the house, trying not to make too much noise as you hear your were-dino boyfriend moving around in the kitchen. He’s probably making dinner for both of you, and that makes your insides clench in an uncomfortable way, the knot in your throat only worsening as you walk a bit faster to your room. You almost made it before the first sob leaves your mouth, and you listen carefully as your boyfriend’s movements stop, no more noise in the kitchen, only his big feet hitting the floor as he approaches you. You run to the room, and you almost get the door closed before he pushes it open.

He looks stunning, his moss-green scales shiny, and his thin-pupils scanning the room looking for the distressing factor. “What are you…” He stops in his tracks when he gets a good look at you, staring at your long skirt and flowery crop-top. You try to hide, covering your body as best as you can and trying to run to the bathroom, but he catches you mid way. “You look… You look…” His mouth is gaping open, his long fangs showing.

“Disgusting? Ugly? Perverted?” You offer, feeling each word like a stab against your heart. You try to forget what they said, but the words keep spinning in your brain, making you feel awful as you try really hard not to cry.

“What? No!” He looks insulted. “Who told you that?” He growls, threateningly. You don’t answer, but your heart is beating so fast you can feel it in every cell of your body. You look down, trying to hide your shame. “Hey, look at me.” He pressed one of his claws under your chin and pushes up until you are staring into his eyes. “You look stunning.” The sincerity in his tone makes you want to melt into a puddle.

“You don’t really mean that,” you tell him, a self-depicting chuckle leaving your mouth as you swallow back tears.

“Of course I do. You are the most wonderful person I know, and you always look good enough to eat. I don’t fucking care what you wear. Well, that’s a lie.” Your heart skips a beat, but then he adds: “I would love to see you wearing some pretty lingerie and a short dress…” He almost purrs the last part, and you let out a watery giggle. He wipes your face with his scaly hands, making you giggle at the feel of it.

“Do you really mean that? Don’t you… Don’t you think it’s weird? Or ugly?” Those awful peoples’ words still resonating in your brain, making you want to cry again.

“I could never think something you wear is ugly, I would never use the world ugly to describe anything you do, my love,” he kisses your forehead and you melt, your legs almost giving out under you, your body relaxing after the stress of everything that happened. “Are we clear?” He asks just for clarification, making you giggle again. You nod, hugging his middle and burying your head in his chest. “Okay… Now, now… Where were you hiding these clothes and why haven’t I seen you with them?” You point behind your shoulder, your face still pressed against his chest. “Would you show me?”

“Really?” You mumble against his chest, more tears flowing.

“Yes. I want to see every part of you, my love. So, you are going to get a pretty dress out, and you are going to show me how good you look on it… And then I’m going to fuck you until your legs are trembling and you have no doubt how fucking perfect you are, no matter what you wear.” His words make your dick twitch, and you let out a tiny whimper as he slowly untangles your arms from his middle, pointing at the wardrobe and patting your ass when you turn around.

You grab one of the dresses you’ve never worn outside, a tiny red thing that looked very pretty on the model and you liked how it felt over your body. You hide yourself in the bathroom as you change, feeling a bit shy and a lot nervous as you look at your reflection. You are thinking of not coming out, but at the end of the day, you know your boyfriend would never do or say anything mean, he’s just that good.

As you walk out of the bathroom, his jaw falls to the floor, his eyes getting bigger as you watch in fascination how his dick gets incredibly hard in his pants. He rubs his claw over the fabric, making your mouth dry as you approach him, twirling around to show him fully. Your heart is pounding, but his reaction is powering you though.

His manhandles (dinosaur-handles?) you around until you are facing the far wall, and pushes your back lightly until you are bent down, your lack of underwear evident as he groans at the sight of your gaping hole. You might have been a bit too naughty and fingered yourself in preparation for it. He pushes two fingers inside your gaping hole, making you moan as he whimpers behind you, saying something in his mother tongue that you can’t understand but sounds a lot like a prayer.

That’s all you hear before his face is buried between your cheeks and he’s tonguing your hole until you feel your knees turning to jelly. He catches you before you fall to the ground, his hands helping you straddle his lap, positioning yourself for…

He hits home in a powerful thrust that makes you scream, your eyes rolling back into your head. He sets a punishing pace, chanting compliments about the dress and how pretty you look as he fucks in and out of you, one of your hands finds your dick and you start jerking off in tandem with his movements.

He pretzels you, pushing your legs up and holding you there as he gets up and walks to the big mirror across the room. He uses his leverage and strength to bounce your body on his cock, the image on the mirror completely lewd as you throw your head back and scream his name. His dick is hitting your prostate, and your brain is short-circuiting.

“Don’t look away, my love. I want you to see what your tiny dress does to me, what seeing you wearing that did to me,” he grunts in your ear. You look at the mirror again, your eyes zeroing in his dick disappearing and reappearing from your gaping hole. “Just like that, you see how beautiful you are? How good and pretty?” You feel a knot in your throat at his words, but you nod eagerly, wanting to come more than anything.

“Please…” You let out in a choked breath, a single tear running down your cheek. He licks it away, his hands too occupied holding you up. You are so close…

“Come for me, my love. Let me see how pretty you look when you come around my monster dick.” And with that you are done, screaming his name and coming messily all over the mirror in front of you. He growls behind you, his big head thrown back as you feel the burn of his hot semen inside of you.

People can be really mean… but your were-dino boyfriend loves you, and that is enough.