#plus size x cal

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Dear Master Rolan

Based on a prompt by @faerunsbest, an AU in which Amelie is not "Tav" and instead went on the proposed trip to Calimshan to find a husband. She begins a correspondence with Rolan after the events of the game. SFW.

Dear Master Rolan,

I hope this letter finds you well. My name is Lady Amelie Wildheart, and I am writing to you to inquire if there are any tomes on wild magic you would recommend. As I’m sure you can guess, I’m a wild magic sorcerer. Most of my life, the bursts of wild magic that come from me are normally “adorable” according to my mother, Countess Luci Wildheart. However, they have on the rare occasion caused varying degrees of harm, much to my immense sadness and heartbreak. Perhaps there is some research or theory if wild magic bursts can be controlled in some way or prevent more deadly reactions.

Thank you so much for your time.

Sincerely,

Lady Amelie Wildheart

Rolan held the letter to his chest and sighed. If he was having an awful day (like today), then he would reread letters from Amelie.

No, you fool. Lady Amelie. She is a lady.

And my friend.

And I’ve fallen for her even though we’ve never met.

Letting out a frustrated growl, he folded the letter and put it back in its envelope. He then opened a locked drawer in his desk and placed the letter inside. Despite his mood, he could not resist smiling. In the past several months, his correspondence with her had only grown and deepened since her first letter. Rolan spent no small amount of time scouring Ramazith’s Tower for any and all tomes on wild magic, eagerly writing her a reply. What began as polite soon evolved into friendship which then changed into—

No.

She said herself she’s on a tour to Calimshan to hopefully find love. Her mother’s idea apparently after several failed attempts at arranging a marriage for her. How…how…can she still be unattached? She is wonderful and kind, thoughtful and funny, sweet with hints of spice.

No.

She calls me “dear friend.”

But…

He hastily searched for the envelope containing her latest letter.

Dear Rolan,

I hope this letter finds you well. I didn’t manage to find a copy of “Wild Magic: A Reconsideration.” However, I will be able to personally borrow it from you in a few weeks, because I’m finally coming home!

I’m so excited to be back in the Gate and see how the reconstruction is going (and maybe lend a mage hand or two to help). I can’t wait to see Mum and my friends.

I can’t wait to finally see you in person and meet Cal and Lia! Would you mind if I came by Ramazith’s Tower after I’ve settled in and have tea? If not, you are very much welcome at my home or Wildheart Manor.

Of course, please do not feel that we are obliged to do so. I know you are a very busy man with running the tower and shop as well as your other duties as Master of Ramazith’s Tower.

But if you would indulge a dear friend, then I would be most happy.

Yours,

Amelie

“Yours. How I wish I was yours.” He traced her signature with a clawed finger, frowning. “I would—”

“Rolan! Rolaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!” Lia’s voice called from the other side of his study door. “There’s someone here asking for you!”

I don’t have any appointments or meetings…do I?

“Who?”

“She said she’s here for Wild Magic: A Reconsideration.”

Rolan, Master of Ramazith’s Tower, nearly knocked over a sniggering Lia as he rushed out of his study and down the stairs to the main level of the shop.

Is it…

Could it be?

Her?

Then he remembered that he only knew Amelie was a half-elf and nothing else about her appearance.

“Excuse me, are you Rolan? The Master of Ramazith’s Tower?”

He turned to see a woman (a half-elf!!!!) with the most beautiful golden eyes staring back at him.

“Yes.”

Why is my heart pounding? Why does my tongue feel so clumsy and full in my mouth? Why do I feel sweaty? I JUST BATHED THIS MORNING.

The woman smiled. “Oh Rolan, it’s so lovely to see you. I’m Amelie…”

He fairly certain she was still speaking but could not make out the words.

Good gods.

She is stunning.

Gold eyes that shine with warmth. Copper colored hair. Freckles! Such lovely freckles. A sweet smile. Perfect, very kissable lips…NO.

She’s got a nice bosom…NO.

No.

Calm yourself, damn you!

“Rolan?”

He blinked. “Yes! Forgive me, I…it’s been…”

Amelie frowned and wrung her hands. “Oh. If it’s a bad time, then I can return another day. You see, I arrived home yesterday and wanted to see you, but—”

Acting on I’m not entirely sure what, he took her hands in his. “You are welcome here any day, any time, my lady. I would be most pleased if you stayed. Please.” Her hands are so soft and covered in more freckles. Who knew I was exchanging letters with a goddess?

“Really?” she asked with more a little hope. “I don’t want to impose, and I once again must ask for your forgiveness for coming unannounced.”

Please don’t say come.

He cleared his throat but before he could speak, she did.

“You see, Rolan…there was a reason why I came to see you and not simply because of a book.” Her words spilled out of her like a babbling brook, something Rolan found profoundly adorable. “I—”

Giving her hands a squeeze, he spoke softly, “Let us speak in my study. In private, my lady.”

Away from customers but mainly Cal and Lia, who are staring and giggling.

Fuck.

A light blush painted the half-elf’s cheeks. “Oh. Yes. Of course. Please, lead the way.”

As Rolan offered his arm as they ascended to the second floor, Lia elbowed her brother.

“How much do you want to bet that they’re both so awkward they don’t confess?” she laughed.

Cal rolled his eyes. “You have got to be kidding. Rolan has an entire speech ready, which I know because he insisted, I listen to him while he ‘practiced.’”

Trying not to laugh more, Lia glanced to the second floor and watched as Rolan and Amelie entered his study. “Don’t mess this up, big brother…”

[eufezco]

𝙀𝙐𝙋𝙃𝙊𝙍𝙄𝘼 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏 ࿐ྂ

𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙇𝙐𝘿𝙀𝙎 : fezco, nate jacobs, jules vaughn

♡️ fluff ☆ angst ☽ smut

english isn't my first language !!!

my other masterlists ✨

FEZCO

YOU TELL HIM YOU'RE PREGNANT PT.2 | ♡️ ☆

I SENT HER BACK TO HER BOYFRIEND WITH MY HANDPRINT ON HER ASS CHEEK | ☽

NEW DRESS | ☽ x plus size!reader

you're feeling insecure about how your body looks in your new dress so he shows you how much he likes it before you leave.

HE EATS YOU OUT | ☽

SHOPPING DAY | ☽

you go shopping with him and stop at a lingerie store. you try some sets and he ends up into the dressing room with you.

YOU ASK HIM TO CHOKE YOU | ☽

NIGHT INTERRUPTED | ☽

your lovely night with him gets interrupted when rue knocks on his door looking for drugs.

EXPLORING KINKS | ☽

NOT YET | ♡️ ☽

he won't touch you, not yet, not until you've finished high school.

DRUNK IN LOVE | ♡️

you're at a party with your friends and you've drank too much. fezco takes you home and takes care of you.

VIRGINITY LOSS | ☽

OUT OF THE WOODS | ♡️ ☆ x jacobs!reader

after a fight with your dad, cal jacobs, and your brother, nate, you text fez to come and save you from your disastrous household.

FRIENDS TO LOVERS | ♡️ ☆

NATE JACOBS

NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT | ☽

nate finds your dildo and he's not happy about it. why do you need something like that when you have him?

JULES VAUGHN

FUCKING INVENCIBLE | ♡️ ☆

at a party at nate's place, you meet the new girl in town when she has to face him.

[storiesfromafan]

Insecurities - Benny x Plus!Size Reader

A/N: I feel it was time I gave writing for a plus size reader a go. And Benny gives me the feeling he'd love a plus size girl 😅

Can say this was a small challenge. As when I write for a reader i usually lean for them to be smaller/thin. And i can honestly say I am a fat girly, who wishes I was how I described the plus size reader in this haha.

Hopefully this isn't too bad. I'm already working on a follow up, which will be steamy/smuty 😂😅

Also forgive if this feels like my other one-shots were the reader meets Benny 😅

Warning/s: reader is plus size, reader is down on themselves, low self-esteem(?), spelling/grammer mistakes

You’d always been treated differently due to your thicker build. As a teenager your frame was always different to the girls around you that were petite and slender, while you were curvier and stockier. Coming into womanhood you found you were thick, and not fat. With dresses you could blend in better, but jeans and slacks always showcased your wide hips, thick thighs but accentuated your smaller waist.

During your school days the boys, which is what they were, didn’t bat an eyelash at you. Opting for the smaller girls. With age, you found a fair number of men interested in you. But it never panned out. Either it was your own insecurities that held you back, or their insecurities arose, usually from their male friends making fun of you, or the guy for dating you.

Having moved to Chicago, you were lucky to find a place to live, becoming roommates with an interesting woman named Kathy. At first, you were unsure of her. As she seemed like a lot, but after weeding through her way of talking and her no beating around the bush approach, she grew on you. A week after moving in was when Vandals, men from a motorcycle club and their old ladies, started to hang out at her house.

Work had been stressful and disheartening, from the helping treat the sick and injured, to the few losses of life in the hospital. And knowing this, Kathy was persistent on taking you out tonight to Grand and Division. Not your typical haunt, but it was nice of her to include you. So with a little twist of your arm, you agreed to go with her. You looked forward to a few beers and being a wallflower, because rarely any man wanted you.

Arriving at the bar, you were greeted to the smell and sight of smoke floating around the bar. The space filled with bodies, but mostly men. Who seemed to notice Kathy and you, as you crossed the room to the tables at the back, you were surprised to have your behind slapped and grabbed. Of course Kathy said that was normal for these animals. She said to just ignore it as best you could. That was the worst they’d do, otherwise Johnny would have words with them. You figured this Johnny had to be high up or the head of the club.

Soon you both were joined by other Vandal women, which even brought you both beers. They were Betty, Gale and Debbie. They were warm in welcoming you, and had a blunt kindness to them. Just like how it had been with Kathy, you found them refreshing. A comfortable conversation surrounded the five of you. Each woman telling you an outrageous, yet true story. You were laughing and having a fun in no time with them.

You sat back, taking a moment to look around the bar as you took a sip from the bottle. The pool table caught your attention, and the group of men huddled around it in conversation and a game. You saw Benny for the first time standing with Cal, deep in conversation and taking a drag of his cigarette. His messy blonde locks catching every so often in the low light. He was pretty but rugged, like James Dean but with more facial hair. His muscular arms on display as the sleeves of his t-shirt were rolled up. He oozed sex appeal without trying.

It was stupid to stare at Mr Good-looking, but how couldn’t you? That was when you noticed the other women near him, doing exactly what you were doing, ogling at him. You didn’t stand a chance against most of them. They were thin and pretty. You couldn’t compete against them.

“Um, bathroom?” You asked, feeling the need to escape. Even for a few minutes.

Kathy gave you a look, which you just smiled at her, before she pointed towards the back. “Just past the bar, down the hall".

Nodding your head you got up and made your way to the women’s restroom. Once away from the people and majority of the noise, you took a few deep breathes. Settling your fast beating heart. Sometimes taking a moment is all you need to quiet your head. Looking over yourself, taking in the casual beehive do Kathy did for you. Paired with your light make up, you fixed your lipstick before straightening out the sleeveless button up shirt you were wearing. Along with dark jeans and flats, Kathy’s suggestion so that you’d fit in better. Though you wished you’d wore a dress, which would hide your body better.

But when Kathy said you looked perfect, you believed her. That woman always said the honest truth, even if it hurt. Exiting the restroom you straightened up before heading back to your table. You put on a smile as you took your seat. Questioning what you’d missed. Like those insecurities of yours never arose.

What you had missed was the moment Benny had seen you, walking back to your table. He was lining up his shot when you came into view. At first, he had seen your (colour) hair and beautiful face, before he noticed your body. Your curves were all he could look at. Your waist smaller which lead to your shapely hips and thick thighs. You had a womanly body that most men craved. And Benny was no different. When you smiled, he almost accidentally took his shot, but was able to stop himself. Fixing himself, Benny took the shot, sinking a ball and then moved to his next shot. All the while taking glances at you, the one he now had his sights on.

Benny had to play the game out. But he made sure to keep an eye on you. He watched how you drank your beer, how you laughed and smiled. You looked so sweet. But he chalked that up to this being your first time at Grand and Division. Kathy had told him about her roommate, that you were a nurse. How considerate and kind you were to her. As well as the ideal roommate. But not once did Kathy mention your heavenly body. The moment the game was over, Benny was off to introduce himself to you.

Kathy and Betty saw him before any of the other women. When he dropped into a backwards seat next to you, his arms crossing over the back of the seat, his stormy blue eyes were on you, and only you. And you were surprised to see Benny beside you. The way he smiled at you could have had you a gooey mess on the floor. But you kept it together, as best you could.

“Hey" came his gruff, deep voice. “I'm Benny".

You blinked a few times, trying to wrap your head around this gorgeous man sitting next to you and staring at you. “H-hi...”

The women around you all shared an amused look. Accompanied by a small laugh. “This is (Y/N), my roommate" Kathy informed for you.

Your face flushed as you turned to look at Kathy, who wore a smirk on her lips. She found your lack of words funny. As you generally never have an issue talking. But I guess put a good-looking man in front of you, and you are like the rest of the women who get tongue tied. Benny then noticed the other women, giving them a greeting. Yet his eyes landed back on you. He knew that the women around you knew why he was here. When he saw something, he liked, Benny would always come around.

Yet, you seemed nervous. And opting to look at the other women or your beer. Benny chalked it up to being shy. But really it was your self-doubt. Such as, why would Benny be interested in you? No man openly wants someone like you. Despite your attempts to not look at him, you kept taking little glances. Which Benny noticed, and would smile at. He even began to strike up a conversation with you, with the help of Kathy.

She had seen it coming. Kathy had seen the way Benny looked at you when he approached the table. And she was all for this pairing, so long as he didn’t hurt you. Kathy didn’t want to lose the best roommate she’s had, nor a dear friend who was like a sister. Plus she knew you needed someone. Benny could be that someone. He might look rough, but he had a good heart and cared about those close to him. You would be in safe hands.

“Wait" you piped up during Kathy telling you about Benny's recent run in with the law. “You’re the Benjamin Cross that caused the police chase through town!?” You were so surprised.

Benny smirked, “yeah".

You sat back in your chair, eyes locked with his. “Do you know how crazy that was? It was all the nurses were talking about for days!”

He chuckled. “Yeah”.

“Don’t be fooled by his bad boy nature" commented Kathy with a laugh. “Benny’s one of the good ones. He just can’t think right sometimes".

The other women laughed, but agreed he was a decent guy. Soon both Betty and Gale excused themselves, their partners were beckoning them over. And then Debbie left to see a few other girls nearby. Leaving just the three of you. With less people you felt more self-conscious. But you pushed through it. When you and Kathy had finished your beers, Benny offered to get the next round. Reluctantly leaving you to do so. As soon as he was gone you turned to Kathy with a worried face.

“What is he doing?” You quietly asked her.

She smiled. “What do ya think? He’s flirtin’ with you!”

You shook your head. “No, that can’t be. Men as good-looking as Benny, don’t go for women like me!”

Your roommate blinked, not believing the words that came out of your mouth. “Like you? (Y/N), you are gorgeous. Any man would be a lucky bustard to get you! And Benny, he knows what he likes. He will always go for it".

You didn’t believe her. How could you? Your track record said otherwise. You sighed. “Kathy, men might want me...but they don’t always want to be seen with me”.

Reaching over, Kathy squeezed your hand. “Trust me. Benny ain’t like the idiots you’ve dated. In fact, the Vandal men aren’t like those idiots. A man will always want to be seen with his woman, trust me".

With one final squeeze, Kathy withdrew her hand. While you were left with some hope, choosing to believe her. Even just a little bit. To be fair, when you entered the bar, you were groped and slapped on the behind, as well as the many looks you got. Maybe there was some truth to her words. These men were rough but they were just that; men. Sure many looked like they needed a good scrub, or had belly’s, they were a stark contrast to the squares and pretty boys you’ve dated.

Benny returned with beers, which he handed to both you and Kathy. You both thanked him, which he waved off. He sat next to you still, those blues of his still on you, while a thousand-watt smile crossed his full lips. The three of you continued to talk, many stories being told by Kathy of Benny and the Vandals. You were amused and laughed at some of the funnier and outrageous things that had happened. Benny defending parts of her stories. You could see their friendship in this moment, and it was nice. Being included felt good.

The night wore on, and the spark between you and Benny seemed to grow. He was so fixed on you, that you couldn’t believe how he ignored the other women around you both. Kathy’s words stuck with you, and you started to really believe in them. Benny moved his arm to rest on the back of your chair as he looked back to both Johnny and Brucie. It looked like they were silently communicating to each other, before he turned back to you with a smile.

“Looks like it’s time" he said with a bright smile.

“Time for what?” You questioned in confusion.

Benny didn’t say a word, just got up and went over to the two men. Leaving you even more confused, you looked to Kathy. She shrugged, not sure herself it seemed. Soon Vandals started to make their way out of the bar, women following with laughter and giddiness. That was when Kathy understood, she got up with her bag before telling you to follow.

“What’s going on Kathy?” You asked crossing the room.

She smiled. “They’re goin' on a ride".

You didn’t fully grasp her answer, but remained quiet and just followed. Exiting the bar you watched as the men took to their bikes, women getting on behind them. You saw Brucie and Gale get on his bike, they looked so comfortable and at ease. Then Johnny and Betty exited the bar, Benny along with them. Johnny looked to you and Kathy, saying something to Benny before leading Betty over to his bike. Benny then found you, watching you as he walked over.

He stopped before you, a small smile on his lips. “Come on sweetheart, let’s go for a ride".

Your heart skipped a beat at the nickname. Before reality sat in, and your insecurities came forth. You on the back of Benny's bike. You with him. You weren’t built to be on a bike. You stepped back from Benny, an awkward laugh leaving your lips while shaking your head.

“O-oh, that’s alright. I’m good” you managed to get out. “You should take Kathy. I’ll just get a cab home".

The smile dropped from his face, Benny's eyes drawing in on you. That was the first time he saw a flash of your self-doubt. And he didn’t like it. You had just as much right to be on the back of his bike, just like any woman. You were perfect in every way. Stepping forward, Benny grabbed your hand and began to pull you towards his bike, but you dug your feet down. Which stopped him. Kathy was doing everything to tell you to go, you’d be fine. But you weren’t sure of it.

Benny moved to stand before you again, never letting go of your hand. “What is it sweetheart? What’s stoppin' ya from riding with me?”

The way he looked at you, eyes honest and pleading. It almost had you tripping over your words, but you managed to quietly say, “wouldn’t I be too heavy for the bike? Wouldn’t I effect the ride?”

Benny couldn’t believe his ears. He figured you were self-conscious but this was more then he thought. Whoever did this to you deserved a serious beating, and he’d gladly put his hand up to do it. Squeezing your hand, Benny leant closer to you, never breaking eye contact.

“Sweetheart, hear me when I say this" he paused, making sure you were indeed listening. “You are perfect the way you are. Leave the bike to me, I want you and your arousing body on my bike. Up against me”. His tone was low and raspy, like Benny was holding himself back.

You blushed, your cheeks feeling warm at his blunt admission. Which no man had ever done before, not like Benny anyways. When you remained silent, he once more began to pull you towards his bike. And this time you let him lead you. Looking back you noticed Kathy wasn’t there, no doubt slipped away while you were caught up with Benny. You did eventually see her on the back of another Vandals bike, and she gave you a bright smile.

Upon reaching his bike, Benny let go of your hand before swinging his leg over the bike. He made quick work of starting it up, the roar of it coming to life made you jump, not expecting such a loud noise. Once ready, Benny looked to you, offering his hand. You hesitated a moment, before throwing caution and those damn insecurities to the wind. As soon as your hand touched his did Benny grasp it firmly, his way of saying he’s got you. You swung your leg over before resting behind him. There were cheers and hollering coming from around you. Other Vandals had been watching you both, enthusiastic about Benny's girl.

“Better wrap your arms around me, baby" Benny said with a gentle tone. “Don’t want nothin' happening to you".

Slowly you moved your hands to his waist, before sliding them around to rest against his toned stomach. Benny had to hold back the groan that rose in his throat. Just the feel of your hands against his clothed body was driving him crazy. He moved one of his hands back and grabbed your thigh firmly, he needed a moment to ground himself but he’s been wanting to do that all night. His touch seemed to relax you, and you moved closer. Front pressed against Benny's back. Which didn’t help him any more than before.

“You’ll be the death of me" he muttered to himself.

Pulling away from the curb, Benny followed Jonny with Brucie beside him. Gale shot you an enthusiastic smile and a chuckle. You only blushed more, even moving to press your face into Benny’s back. The denim of his colours rough against your face. But you still found yourself smiling. Picking up speed the group of bikes made their way through town, before hitting the expressway.

You pulled back when you entered the expressway. Looking around and behind you, you were amazed by all the Vandals and their bikes. The awe and amazement hit you in such a great way. The wind in your hair, and Benny's body, felt so good, so freeing. Riding around felt freeing. For it was something you never thought you’d do, and wouldn’t have done if Benny hadn’t been so determined.

The ride felt like forever. And you wouldn’t mind if it never ended. Enjoying the moments with the Vandals and Benny. How he took care of you. His gloved hand reaching back to grab your thigh from time to time, which only made your stomach flip. But it had to come to an end though. Separating from the group, Benny began the journey back to your house. The streets were quiet, the noise of his bike filling it nicely.

Pulling up out the front of your shared house, he cut the engine before putting down the kickstand. Of course he helped you off first, before following suit. Silently you looked at the other. You looked at him in curiosity, while Benny looked like he wanted pull you in close. But he was behaving himself, for now.

“W-well...thanks for that" you said breaking the silence. “And thanks for bringing me home...”

Looking down and then back up, a small smile on Benny’s face he said, “no problem sweetheart. With me, I’d always take care of you".

Your cheeks heated at the double meaning to those words. And the smirk to take over Benny’s face told you he knew it too. He stepped closer, moving some stray hairs from your face. His hand slipping to hold your chin gently. Then Benny leant in, his lips coming in contact with your own. His kiss was soft, closed lipped, just to get a taste. You of course were shocked and surprised, unsure what to do. Pulling back, Benny looked you into the eyes, silently hoping he could do that again.

You didn’t pull away or say a word, your eyes told him all he needed. Leaning back in, Benny’s lips collided with yours again. This time he pressed harder, hand moving to hold your neck. You closed your eyes, taking in this moment, the start of something. Benny’s free hand moved to your waist, pulling you closer. His tongue moving along your bottom lip. Without a thought in your brain, you opened your mouth. His tongue darting in, mapping out its new territory. Your tongues met, caressing the other, all the while Benny held onto you.

Finally he pulled back, you both breathing heavy while taking in oxygen. Slowly your eyes opened, brain trying to process what just happened, and why did it feel so good. Benny watched you, gaging your response to the kiss. His thumb caressing the skin of your neck, hoping to keep this soothed side of you. When you met his gaze, he could see this blank yet content look in your eyes. Which was better than panic or anger. One step closer to the bigger picture, you being his girl. And you would be his, he knew it. Even if he had to fight those insecurities of yours.

[themultifandomgal]

I have a Mark Sloan x female

What if Mark Sloan had been dating Meredith’s older sister who is head of trauma. Y/n and Mark broke after the situation with his daughter and grandson.

After the night at Joes after the attendings had been celebrating Derek, Mark and y/n ends the night with sleeping together.

About 8 or 9 weeks y/n starts to feeling nauseous and tired. Callie starts to feel the same way as y/n, the two friends takes a pregnancy test and they both finds out that they are pregnant.

Callie had slept with a stranger from joes bar.

Y/n tells Mark that she is pregnant with his child and he wants them to get back together.

Maybe you can make it as two or three parts, something based on season 7 episode 9, 13 and 14

Mark Sloan- Try Again Pt1

It all started 9 weeks ago with one drunken night at Joe’s Bar. One night of weakness. I promised myself I wouldn’t run back to Mark, but I did. We broke up because I felt he needed to focus on his daughter and his unborn grandchild. I still love him, I think I always will. Maybe braking up was a mistake, but here we are. Now Callie and I are sat in my bedroom both with pregnancy tests in hand

“I’m scared” I reveal

“Me to. At least you’ll know who the dad is though”

“Why did we go to the bar that night?”

“Because we were celebrating Derek. The real question is why did we get so drunk?” Callie replies

“Cal, what are we going to do if they’re positive?”

“Well, you need to talk to Mark. But whatever you decide to do I’ll be by your side. If I’m pregnant I’ve already decided I’m going to keep them”

“I mean I have wanted to be a mom forever and I am getting older” just then the timer goes off. Both Callie and I take in a deep breath and look down at the tests in our hands. 2 pink lines. Pregnant. Tears immediately start to threaten to fall from my eyes, emotions are all over the place, scared, confused, excitement

“I’m pregnant” Callie says

“Me to”

“You ok?”

“I honestly don’t know how I feel. You?” I turn to face my best friend

“Same. Guess I gotta tell Arizona now”

“Fuck I gotta tell Mark” I groan placing my head in my hands

“You want me to come with you?”

“No” I shake my head “I gotta do this myself. I’ll call you later”

“Good luck” Callie says as I get up from the couch and leave my apartment, heading straight for my car and then Marks place.

I knock on the door waiting for what feels like ages until it finally opens up to a confused looking Mark

“YN? What are you doing here?”

“We need to talk. Can I come in?”

“Sure…” Mark opens up the door more so I can step into his place. Knowing where everything is I head straight to the kitchen to get out a bottle of beer for him and a glass of juice for myself

“Bit early to drink isn’t it”

“I think your gonna need it. Go sit” I follow Mark back into the living room and sit down next to him. It’s silent for a number of minutes until Mark finally says

“So you going to tell me why your here and trying to get me drunk while you sip on orange juice”

“Mark, I’m pregnant”

“Your… you�� are you sure”

“Yeah. Took a test this morning. Plus no period, I’ve been feeling nauseous and tired. Boobs are aching and I swear they’re already a cup size bigger”

“But we used…”

“Are you sure we did because we were both pretty drunk. Look I think I want this, the baby. I’m getting older and I’ve wanted kids for a long time. If you want to be apart of their life I would love that, if not then that’s ok I under….”

“No I want to do this. I’ve missed the chance to be a dad before. I’m not doing that again. I want to be part of their life”

“Well ok then. I still need to book for a scan so I’ll Errm let you know” I stand up ready to leave

“Wait. Err I was just making some lunch, made to much for one… so if you’d like, you can stay for a bit” I give Mark a little smile and nod my head

“Ok. Yeah”

[tgrantwellbeing]

Eating to gain lean muscle isn't easy 📈 📉

You need to eat the amount of protein you would need for the size you want to be

If I wanted to be 110kg with a body fat % of less than 15% (the lower the % the greater your body will be defined) I would need to consume daily 1.6g x 110 = 176g

176g x 4 (no of calories per g of protein) = 704 calories

I go by the 3g protein to 4g carbohydrate ratio therefore:

234g carbohydrates x 4(no of calories per g of carb) = 939 calories

That's not including the fat plus you have to account for the BMR (basal metabolic rate) where the more active you are the greater your calorific needs will be in order to maintain your activity levels, prevent fatigue etc (roughly 3200+ cal/day)

Eating junk food will help increase your weight, but due to low levels of protein in most junk food this is not a viable option if you want to create a clean bulk

Finally, you can really only gain 1kg of lean muscle a month - anything else added is either water weight or fat

All dishes prepared by my in house chef @nadiva_pt 😋 👩🏻‍🍳

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[irwinkitten]

Hi my lovely!! Okay so here’s an idea for your plus size!reader: what if she tries on some lingerie she bought and while checking herself out in the mirror, she in unaware that Calum is there watching her and he’s just big 🥺😍 at his beautiful girl and showers her in compliments. Ily and I hope you’re having a good day 🧡

There were a few sets in the bag that you’d brought home. Part of you had wanted to try them at the store however they were close to shutting for the day and and you were nervous to ask to use the fitting room. So you purchased them and told yourself if they didn’t fit you’d be able to take them back.

You’d thought that you’d shut the door to your shared bedroom with Cal as you tried on the first set, eyes roaming the body length mirror to try and see the entire fit.

You felt nervous, despite the items fitting, you were trying to ignore the rolls of fat, especially as you turned, making them more pronounced.

A wolf whistle made you jump a mile high before you swore at Calum, making him laugh.

“Look at my beautiful baby.” Your eyes refused to meet his.

“Real funny Cal.” A frown slipped across his features as he stepped into the room fully, his arms wrapping around your hips and hands resting on your stomach. He knew it made you uneasy but he also knew you were working on it.

“I’m being honest.” He murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the spot just below your ear.

“Let me try on the next one. Sit.” He chuckled before saluting.

“Yes ma’am.” Once he stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed, you stripped down. You were never uncomfortable to show off your skin in front of him, but this felt different. You still didn’t pay him much attention till the next set was on.

“Look at you looking like a ray or sunshine. Or maybe a sunflower. Both are beautiful.” You found yourself relaxing at his compliments before rolling your eyes.

“You trying to get laid, Hood?” The question was meant as a tease but the smirk on his face told you he had plans.

“Is it working?” He countered with an easy grin and you laughed.

“Insufferable bastard.” The fond smile and light tone took any bite from the insult away and he just grinned in response as you changed into the next set.

Once more Calum couldn’t stay quiet.

“You’re definitely keeping that one.” It was one of the more risqué numbers that your purchased. Crotchless panties with a body that seemed hug every part of your body. You had been undecided, but the almost breathless way Calum had spoken, it had you turning on the spot to see his eyes practically mesmerised by you.

“You sure baby?” You sauntered over, standing so that one thigh was between your legs, your hands resting on his shoulders as you tilted your head down to look at him.

He pulled his eyes away from your chest, small pink spots appearing on his cheeks as his hands began to roam your body.

“Absolutely.” His voice was breathless and eyes blown and you could feel your heart skip several beats as you studied his face, the look on his face was one that seemingly wanted to devour you.

“Any more to try on or can we give this one a test run?” His lips began working on the available skin that was closest to him and your thoughts flew from your mind as he pulled you down so you were straddling his thigh.

“Test run.” You breathed as his lips finally reached yours and his thigh bounced, the friction causing you to moan into the kiss.

Maybe you needed to do this more often.

plus sized blurb week

[sensitivecth]

Now or Never - c.h. fic

hello i wrote a calum fic that's angsty with a happy ending🫣 i kinda fell off tumblr but had some inspo the other day and it produced this. i started to write this after i learned my crush was moving to a different state, it hurt(s) so i made this to cope. i just finished it tho, good luck!

about 1.6k words, tw//smoking, tw//quarantine, bestie!calum, friends to lovers?? kind of, dj!cliffo?? a pinch, probably set in late 2021. girl IS latina she IS plus size, if you're not into it get over it. girlie can also NOT smoke, trust me i've tried, to explain the beginning! all love<3

I shuffle my feet out of the bar for some fresh air. Calum’s in tow for a smoke break.

We’ve been having a great night. He asked to hang out when he came back to town to move the last of his stuff. Suddenly we've been at the bars since 8.

“You sure you don’t want one?” he asked me teasingly. He knows I can’t inhale anything but air.

As the door closes behind him, I can hear the music quiet into a muffle.

“Haha, funny,” I deadpan in return, looking at the sky from nerves.

How can I not be nervous? I want to confess my crush I had on him for over a year. He’s so nice to me, he’d never make me feel bad. But he’s also moving back to the city. He’s been telling me all about the apartments he’s been looking at and jobs he’s applied to.

“Y/N, what’s up?”

I looked at him- made eye contact even- and got scared. Maybe I shouldn’t say anything.

“Y/N?”

“Oh yeah, sorry,” I got out. One time I told him how I hated eye contact. It stresses me to think about which eye I’m supposed to stare at. He told me to just look in the middle at the nose.

I looked back at the sky. My heart started racing.

He knows. He’s moving by next week but he knows, he has to right? I don’t think I hid it super well.

“Calum, I just-“ I stopped.

He’s staring at me again, I can feel it. I finally turn to look in his direction.

“You can look up at me, you know I love those brown eyes of yours,” he said. “Let me see them.” But I don’t look up.

I could just not say anything. I don’t have to tell him. He can move and we can keep talking like we did all of quarantine to continue our friendship.

But I can’t. I have to say something. Now or never, right?

“I don’t want you to say anything please until I’m done. This is hard for me, and I’m not sober so there’s some liquid courage backing me up.”

“Hm,” he paused, looking concerned. “Okay. I won’t say a thing.”

Now or never, I guess.

“Calum,” I wanted water. My mouth felt dry. “I’ve liked you for over a year.”

I pause just long enough that he opens his mouth. “And it’s super hard for me to accept a crush on someone so telling you right now is killing me.” I’m staring at his shoes now. He’s wearing an old pair of converse.

“I really wanted to be your friend when I saw one of your tattoos and asked about it. But it kind of kept tumbling into something else. And I know you don’t like me like that you don’t have to tell me-“

“Y/N but-“ Calum tried to stop me.

“No, Calum. You’ve pointed out the people you’re attracted to. You don’t have to justify it or try to pretend you liked me. I’ve seen them, Cal. They’re skinny white girls, and I know I’m not that.” My voice got quieter. I didn’t want to bring this part up.

But, there it was. My biggest insecurity around him. I’m not skinny let alone a stereotypically skinny white girl with blonde hair. I’m brown (and proud) and on the bigger side. I always have been. I’m also not the plus-size model big, I’m the fat rolls and back rolls with big arms kinda gal. I’ve never been more aware of my size than now.

“Seriously, it’s fine.” I comfort him, which is amusing to me so I smile. Why am I comforting him when this is supposed to be hard for me.

“I’ve been through this a lot Calum. I’ve had unreciprocated crushes my whole life. I’ve been asked out on 2 dates, by 2 different guys in elementary school. This isn’t new to me.”

‘This’ was being big and brown. Growing up in a primarily white school has its downsides. It looked like he was gonna say something again.

“Please, bub. I’m gonna get through this and then you can say whatever,” I saw him nod but I let the quiet sit between us.

I’m picking at my nails a bit and hear the muffled song change inside. It’s Youngblood.

Now or never, I tell myself again.

“Selfishly, I don’t think I could live with you moving 4 hours away and not tell you ever. You became a comfort person to me over quarantine. I didn’t know if it would continue when school started up again, but it did. And slowly, I wondered when you would text back. I thought about what you were doing and started to obsessively check social media to see if I could get anything from you.” I sighed.

This was harder than I thought.

“It was fine, living in my own little fantasy world of you maybe liking me. Telling my friends about our conversations and just everything I learned about you.”

It was a bit easier to say when he wasn’t looking at me. He was looking down at his cigarette.

“And then you mentioned a girl. I’m not even sure if you ever spoke to her really, you just saw her at the coffee shop. But I cried that day.”

I actually vividly remember the girl he described. She had purple pants, an old band t-shirt, and an old pair of converse as well. He didn’t talk to her, but he did say something along the lines of her being his “dream girl.”

“When you sent that text, I stopped replying for a moment. Then I put on a happy front and told you to talk to her, because of course I’m going to support my friend in whatever he decides to pursue romantically. It just stung a bit.”

“I didn’t talk to her,” he mumbled.

“I know Calum, I know.” I smiled again, thinking about how I felt that day and how I’ve grown.

He was still looking at his cigarette. I wanted to touch his arm.

“Anyway, after I responded semi-positively to that, you just kept sending stuff about girls and relationships left and right. That,” I paused for the drama and because I needed a breath, “fucking sucked Calum.”

I stopped talking for a bit. We were just standing there.

“And when we hung out in person in the park, you’d always mention how there were such cute girls around. I wondered if you hinted at me ever, but I finally realized you never did.”

Calum was still looking down. He hadn’t looked at me in a while.

“Listen Cal, I’m not saying this to make you feel guilty. I just want you to understand where I’m coming from.”

“No, it’s okay,” he said curtly. His cigarette was almost gone.

“So I kept up the friendship even though it pained me to see you talking about other women. And I thought I finally got over it after like 14 months of my everlasting crush.”

“Did you?” he looked at me briefly.

“To be completely honest, I felt like I’d get so close to being done with it and you’d do something so I would go back to square one. I’m proud of myself for only crying about it once though.”

He smiled. I love his smile.

“To be fair, I’m proud of you too. I’m not worth crying over.”

“You’re worth so much.”

“Don’t flatter me like that, my ego will get big,” his eyes twinkled with the moonlight. He was staring up now.

Ashton suddenly peeked his head outside.

“You guys okay?” he asked in a weird tone. I think he knows. He’s always known.

“Yeah mate, just going on about life ya know,” Calum’s answer was quick. Almost like he wanted to be rid of him. I couldn’t be too sure though.

“Alrighty! You missed Youngblood! Mike’s electric in there right now!” Ashton laughed as he turned.

The door did the really awkward thing where it closes super duper slowly, but I stared at it.

“Welp. That was it,” I told Calum as I turned back to him. “Yeah I don’t know. I just needed to tell you before you left.”

“Y/N, I love you with all my heart,” Calum started. He still wasn’t looking at me.

I knew immediately where this was going. I had to fix it.

“Calum, please don’t break me tonight. I don’t want that. Not for your last weekend. Let me send you off with the boys on Monday and help you pack the last of your stuff. Let me be there when you’re locking up the apartment for the last time. Let me breathe this weekend. Once you go I won’t fight it.” I’m pleading with him now. “Please give me this weekend.”

“I would never,” he emphasized, “want you anywhere but with us when we start our new lives. Like I said, I love you with all my heart.”

I felt the tears coming in. This is when he tells me I’ve been nothing but delusional and a joke. This is it.

“I see you next to me Y/N. We may be moving now, but I can never leave you behind. I won’t lie. I’m not in love with you, but I love you. I don’t know where this can go, especially starting off as a long distance thing, but we’ve done it before, right?” He’s kind of rambling at this point.

My breath is short, I am confused.

“Wait what?”

“Y/N. I wanna take you on a date. I’m confused and delighted you said anything. I’m sad I’m moving, but if you’re up for it then I am too.”

And just like that, the last year and then some make so much sense. He makes so much sense.

Now or never, I repeat to myself as I walk up to. The cigarette is gone.

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Never Ask A Woman Her Age

In which everyone's favorite tiefling wizard is awkward around the woman who convinced him to stay in the grove. SFW.

Rolan found the dwarven wizard who convinced him, Cal, and Lia to stay in the grove incredibly frustrating.

The most frustrating.

How dare she walk around like that, telling people how to live their lives and be that beautiful?

NO.

How dare she be so stubbornly self-righteous and stunningly gorgeous?

NO. NO. NO.

Beside him, Lia sniggered. “Uh oh, I think Rolan might like our new friend.”

“Aw, the grump has a crush? That’s so adorable.”

NO.

He crossed his arms over his chest and totally did not pout. “Crush? What are we, twelve?” Thirty summers. I’m thirty summers and acting like a schoolboy.

“Well, I’m certainly not!”

As he glanced down at her, Rolan’s cheeks burned. Don’t say something stupid. Don’t act like a fool. Act like the brilliant wizard you are, not the lonely man from Elturel.

The dwarf smiled at the trio, her companions not far behind her. The half-elf is speaking to Dammon while the pale elf and Gale of Waterdeep are…flirting? Arguing? Both? “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you or interrupt.”

Lia grinned. “No, you’re good.”

LIA.

“I don’t believe I introduced myself earlier. I’m Louisa.” She held out her hand for Cal to shake, but then each of their heads turned towards Astarion, who had begun to laugh.

“Daaaaaaaaaaarling, you need to tell them who you really are.” He said with a wink, causing the pretty lady to frown.

Heaving a heavy sigh, Louisa shrugged. “He’s right. I’m Lady Lousia Wildheart of Baldur’s Gate.”

Smiling, Cal shook her hand. “Nice to meet you, my lady.” The dwarf returned his smile and then shook Lia’s hand.

Rolan, however, stood frozen.

She’s a noble.

She’s a wizard.

Her mother, if I remember correctly, is the head of Wildheart Ironworks and her clan.

I—

Lia elbowed him and growled, “Rolan!” before gesturing to her. “Say ‘nice to meet you.’”

Unfortunately for him, his mouth opened without any thought.

Because I have no thoughts.

Only her.

Only those emerald eyes.

“Heh, if you’re not twelve, then how old are you?”

Cal and Lia’s mouths hung open.

“ROLAN, YOU DON’T ASK A WOMAN HOW OLD SHE IS! WHAT THE HELLS IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?!” Lia shrieked, smacking Rolan in the chest as Cal was doubled over in laughter.

I’m such an idiot.

How…how did I fuck this up?

Why did I say that?!?!?

To his relief (not sure if it’s relief or embarrassment, frankly), Louisa was also laughing. Hysterically. I made her laugh. That’s a good start…after the bad start. “Oh my fucking gods, you’re too much!” Hands on her hips, she looked up at Rolan and giggled. Fucking hells, she’s adorable. “I’ll be one hundred and one in a few months, in case you’re wondering.”

That only made Cal laugh harder and then Lia joined her brother.

Fuck.

Shit.

Piss.

Zurgan.

FUCK.

“I always knew Rolan was into older women.” Cal teased.

CAL.

Her gaze still on Rolan, the dwarf giggled, wiping her eyes from ALL THE LAUGHING!!!! “Gods, you three are too much. I should get going, but I’ll see you later?” Me? “Rolan?” Me!!!!

“I, um, yes. Of course, my lady.” He mumbled as he wrung his hands. “Later.”

With the cutest fucking wave I’ve ever seen FUCK, Louisa turned and walked towards her group. After a few moments, they were gone. Presumably to save some puppies.

“Ooooooh, Rolan’s got a date later!”

“Remember Rolan, don’t act like a wizard with a stick up your ass. TOO LATE!”

“Cal, can you believe our little Rolan is all grown up and having a date?”

“Aw, they grow up so fast.”

Rolan’s fists were balled at his sides as he absolutely did not pout. Again. “She’s a wizard! She probably has books for me! STOP LAUGHING!!!!”

They did not, in fact, stop laughing.

And did not for some time.

***

Later, Rolan discovered, involved meeting Lousia in a small cove at the edge of the grove. In her camp clothes (a gray dress that shows off her considerable…assets), the dwarf was sitting on a rock and swung her bare feet in the water, looking up when she heard him approach.

“Rolan! Hello, please join me!” She waved, smiling warmly at the tiefling.

Join you.

Yes.

I can do that.

I can join you.

I can…not act like a fool…

He nodded and sat next to her. On a rock. My poor behind. “I, um, I want to apologize for earlier—” Rolan began but was interrupted by her shaking her head.

“No, it’s alright! Honestly, it was just really funny.” She’s still smiling. She’s so pretty. “It’s also something I needed after the last few days, so thanks.” The smile that apparently makes my heart skip a beat soon disappeared as her gaze returned to the water. “Can I count on your discretion, Rolan?”

“Of course.”

She sighed. “My companions and I were kidnapped by mindflayers, and we were…well, infected.” Louisa quickly turned to face him, taking his hands in hers. Those green eyes are pleading with me. What, dear lady? “But none of us are exhibiting symptoms. We hoped to speak with Master Halsin, but apparently those adventurers left him behind when they ran. Shitheads.” Her shoulders then sagged. “Sorry. It’s all been very frustrating.”

Rolan raised an eyebrow. “I would be shocked if it weren’t, my lady.” He quipped. Yes! Yes! She’s smiling. “And it, erm, goes without saying that if there’s anything I can do, then please tell me.”

Louisa briefly laid a hand on one of Rolan’s, giving him a few pats before folding her hands in her lap. A quiet “thank you” emerged from her as her gaze turned towards the night sky. “You know, I’m reminded by something lovely my dear friend Urianger once said about the stars in the sky. Would you like to hear my butchered version of it?” She giggled, bright green eyes full of life and love and an appreciation for the simple things…OF COURSE I WANT TO HEAR YOU SPEAK. On any topic anywhere, my lady. He nodded, not trusting myself not to sound like a lovesick fool. “A sea of shimmering stars. Diamonds strewn across a raven gown, boundless and beautiful. Tis an exquisite sight. Calm and gentle…and forgiving…” She shook her, grinning. “He’s more of wordsmith than I am, clearly.”

Rolan stared down at the dwarven woman and felt his heart beating in his chest. What he wanted to do was to grab her beautiful face and kiss her soundly, whispering reassurances to her. I’ll listen to you speak on any subject. “Please, both the words and recitation were marvelous. I quite enjoyed it, my lady.”

Her freckled cheeks blushed pink. A delicious shade of pink that I’d love to kiss… “Thank you!” She then happily…delightedly…spoke of her travels and adventures. She wants to write a book or edit her journals to publish in multiple volumes, but she believes no one would be interested?!?!?! No one would care?!?!? No one would read it?!?!?!

I WOULD.

As he was about to respond to her saying several of tutors described her writing as “completely unserious,” she tilted her head to the side, wincing.

No no no no don’t transform. Please. Stay with me…

The longest three seconds of my damn life passed, and then she smiled. “Sorry, that was Karlach via tadpole. Dinner’s ready, but…the next time we’re by this way again…would you like to hear some more stories? Or…” fucking hells the little nose wrinkle again. She’s going to kill me. “Whatever you want.”

Not for the first time this evening, his heart began to race.

Gods, don’t say “whatever you want.”

Because what I want…

I want…

“Rolan? There’s no pressure or anything, okay? I just like talking to you, and you seem really nice and—”

He stood quickly, startling her. Holding out a hand, Rolan murmured, “Yes, my lady.”

With a soft chuckle, she stood and took his hand. “To what?”

Shit.

She’s teasing me.

Well, I…I…

“Ahem, to spending more time with you, my lady.”

Rolan swore that when their gazes met, his heart fluttered at her perfect smile. Sweet but teasing.

The promise of things to come, I hope.

[malumsmermaid]

Car Wash-frat!Calum

I had this idea a while ago, abandoned it, and recently it came back to me, so here it is.

Warnings: Smut

Calum Hood x Plus Sized OC

Word Count: 2.5k

Amber slid her t-shirt over her swimsuit after having applied plenty of sunscreen and stepped into her nike workout shorts. She knew they didn’t cover much more of her thick thighs than her bathing suit did, but she felt better with them on. One of her sorority sisters knocked at her door as she was tightening her shoelaces, alerting her to the fact that everyone was getting ready to meet in the front yard of the house to so they could meet the brothers at the library, where they were having this year’s charity car wash.

She sighed, glancing over to her desk, covered in flashcards stacked on top of her textbooks. She’d much rather go sit out in the backyard by the pool and study for her finals than stand in the library parking lot in her bathing suit. There was no way out of it though, especially considering she was the one who suggested who they should donate the money to this year, the same shelter she was volunteering at with a few of the brothers. She just hoped that once the presidents announced the groups that she would be able to just spend time under their tailgating tent, playing with the adoptable puppies that would be there to represent to people where their money was going.

She sighed, rising from her bed to make her way down from her third floor bedroom to the front lawn. Both ahead of and behind her she could hear the sound of flip flops on the stairs, and she hummed. While her vans would certainly be soaked by the end of the day, she figured she’d prefer wet socks and shoes to the possibility of twisting her ankle due to her feet sliding around on the wet foam of her flip flops. She shook her head as she walked out the front door, quickly finding Jasmine, her best friend who had convinced her to join the sorority in the first place two years earlier. They stood there talking while they waited for everyone to find their way outside before piling into the cars to go to the library. Amber ended up in the middle seat in the back and she did her best to make herself smaller, not wanting to take up too much space from the other two girls, pressing her knees together and squeezing her arms into her sides. Fortunately the ride was quick and they all piled out, pulling buckets and soap from trunks before forming a large clump in front of the library with the brothers. They all listened intently as Andrea and Chad listed off the different group types, one group of two for playing with the puppies, a group of three for the car check-in station, and four groups of five for the actual car washing. Amber was antsy as everyone got listed off, Jasmine grouped with her on again off again boyfriend in the first car wash group. Soon it was just Amber and four of the brothers left for the final car wash group.

She hummed, smiling over at Luke and Michael, the two she was often on shifts with at the shelter. They both threw their arms over her shoulders as they walked over to the fourth car wash lane. Calum and Ashton were hanging back, talking to each other quietly as they walked. She’d hung out with them some as well, Ashton was nice to hang out with when her friends went off to do other things at parties and tail gates when it got to be a little much for her. Calum was usually there with Ashton during the parties, plus he volunteered at the animal shelter too. His schedule was slightly different from Luke and Michael’s so Amber only saw him there once a week, the one night where she had to be there for the evening rounds. She always enjoyed those nights, they were the most she had interacted with him since joining the sorority. He always had fun playing with the dogs out in the yards and she loved hearing him coo at all the animals as he fed them and worked with them. This past semester they’d switch off getting each other dinner after their shift ended. She’d been enjoying getting to know him better and all, but part of her couldn’t help but wonder if there was something else there.

She’d heard rumors from her sisters that he was a drifter, he didn’t really get in too close to anyone he was involved with. But the things she’d learned from Calum himself made her question some of the things she’d heard about him. Often times she’d shake herself out of thoughts of how she would respond if Calum actually asked her out for a date. Her self consciousness would take back over, reminding her of what she looked like, what she’d look like next to him. She doubted she was even his type and barely considered it again until the next time they were at dinner again, Calum’s laugh filling her ears as she talked about what had happened in class earlier that day.

The thoughts were back again as she and Luke filled the buckets with soap and water, waiting for their first car of the day. She glanced over the rim of the bucket and saw Michael and Calum throwing wet sponges at each other as Ashton pulled up in the first car, his own. Luke grinned at her and they each grabbed a bucket, walking over as Ashton killed the engine, climbing out and pocketing the key. “Treat her well.” he joked, earning himself a spray from the hose Luke had just picked up.

The boys all giggled, the group of five getting to work as the line of cars started to grow. They fell into an easy rhythm as the morning went on. Michael ended up spraying Calum down to the point that he had to remove his soaked tank top, exposing his golden torso. She continued working side by side with him, only taking the slightest glance his way from time to time. They were finishing up the last car in their line when truck with a massive lift pulled up behind it, caked in mud. The truck bed held a flag, the fabric reading off the colors of the rival frat. Luke drove off to park the last car, Ashton, Michael and Calum standing with their arms crossed as the filthy truck pulled forward. The other frat’s president jumped down from the truck as soon as the engine cut off, smirking at the group. He tossed Michael the keys, saying, “Figured I’d make this little car wash worth your while. Think Hemmings is tall enough to reach the tops of the windows and roof so you don’t have to pick her up.”

Amber looked down into the filmy soap water, her cheeks heating up at the boy’s comment. The men were all silent for a moment, Michael and Ashton staring in shock until Calum spoke up, “Think we can handle it from here, mate. How about you head on in and study for the physics final, actually pay attention to your tutor for once so maybe you don’t fail.”

Amber slowly looked up, Chris’ body was stiff as he took a few steps towards Calum, fists clenched. Calum just stared him down until the brunette who had been in the truck as well gripped Chris’ wrist. “He’s right. Let’s go.” she stated, her gaze hard as she stood her ground.

Chris scowled, spitting towards Calum before turning and following her. Calum shook his head, grabbing the hose from the ground as Luke came running back over, “Fucking cunt.” he muttered under his breath, “C’mon, let’s get this thing shining.”

They worked together, managing to get the truck clean as the other group that was still working finished their car too. Calum grabbed the keys from Michael, turning to Amber, “Hey Am, want to help me make sure I don’t hit anything while I’m parking this thing?”

She nodded, climbing up into the passenger seat. She watched as Calum’s thumb tapped against the steering wheel while he searched for an empty spot. He easily pulled the truck through two empty end spaces, putting it in park, but leaving the engine running. “Guess you didn’t need me.” Amber joked, chewing her lip.

Calum shook his head, reaching across the console. “Just needed a reason to have you come with me, though I probably would’ve needed help if I didn’t find this spot. Are you ok?”

Amber stared, eyes wide before whispering, “Yeah, not anything I hadn’t heard before.”

Calum frowned, reaching out and taking her chin in his hand, “Shouldn’t have to, love, you’re gorgeous.” He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead, then her cheek. “Was thinkin’, we should get him back, maybe show this backseat how a woman should be taken care of…so I just…wanna ride my face?”

Amber balked, eyes fluttering as she scrambled, “Are you, are you sure? I mean, I—“

Calum cut her off with another kiss, this time to her lips, “‘M sure if you’re sure, what do you say?”

She was flustered to say the least, but she managed, “Yeah, I—let’s do it.”

Calum grinned, climbing over the console into the backseat of the truck, taking Amber’s hand and helping her over, she fell onto his chest with a soft, “oof,” blush creeping over her face as he giggled, kissing her again. She smiled again his lips, giggling back slightly as she pulled away.

He smiled up at her, whispering, “Didn’t think we’d end up like this in this sort of situation, had ideas, but that asshole pissed me off too much, made me abandon them. C’mere Amber, we gotta do this quick, promise I’ll make it up to you later, when we don’t have people waiting on us, so I can actually ‘preciate you.”

She smiled at him shyly, leaning down and giving him one last kiss before she felt Calum’s hands, gently puling at her shorts and swimsuit bottoms, sliding them down her legs. She sighed against his lips, carefully kicking the bottoms off of her ankles, Calum humming. “God I wish we had the time I wanted.” He whispered, hands grabbing her bare hips, pulling her forward.

She sighed, slowly moving as he guided her body to hover over his face. She got comfortable, chewing her lip once she was done, Calum’s breath warm on the inside of her thighs. “Ready?” he whispered, placing gentle kisses to her thigh.

Amber took a deep breath, whispering “yeah.”

She had thought she was, but as soon as the word passed her lips, Calum’s were on her, his tongue flattened against her clit as he carefully pushed a finger into her, as though he had done this hundreds of times. She gasped, hand reaching, grasping the nearest headrest as he slowly began thrusting his finger in and out, his lips sucking at her as he did. “God Cal,” she whimpered, fingers finding their way into his dark curls.

He hummed, Amber looking down at him, his eyes closed, eyebrows pulled together in concentration. She shook from the vibrations he’d just sent through her and he quickly reached up, free hand supporting her as he inserted his second finger, both digits curling up. She moaned loudly, fingers tightening in his hair and she felt him smile. He sped up his pace, continuing to alternate between darting his tongue out to flick at her clit and wrapping his lips around the bud. He could feel her shaking above him and pulled his fingers from her, smirking as she whimpered his name again. “Ssshh, I said I was gonna take care of you.” he whispered, wrapping his arm around her before pressing the pad of his thumb against the bundle of nerves, roughly moving it back and forth. “Let go, Amber, know you’re almost there.”

She shivered, pressing down against his face as his tongue circled her entrance. His tongue entered her and not long after she felt herself coming apart. He groaned, fingers digging into her flesh as he worked her through. He cleaned her up with his tongue, continuing to support her until he pulled away, shifting to hold her to him. “S’perfect.” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her lips.

She sighed against his lips, tasting herself on him. He smiled, carefully helping her cover herself again. “You got Dr. Brewer for mythology too, right? Think I need some help mapping The Hero’s Journey for Persephone and Hades, wanna help me study? I’ll get us some lunch after I drop you off, meet you at the pool.”

She smiled, “Sounds nice.”

Calum beamed, carefully helping her down. “Walk in front of me while we return this key though.”

Her cheeks turned red, but she nodded, letting him hold her as they walked across the parking lot. Once they’d reached the library doors he had his arm around her shoulders, walking next to her. He dropped the key in the bucket with the others that had been used for the car wash. He scanned the lower floor of the library, humming before turning and walking back outside. They walked to his car, conversation flowing easily as he drove back to the sorority house. He dropped her off, running across the street to change. Amber went upstairs, changing as well, gathering her books and making her way to the patio table.

Ten minutes later, Calum joined her, carrying food in his hands, backpack over his shoulder. She smiled, clearing a space among her notes. He smiled, setting out the food and sitting across the table. She was happy to help him study, both of them going back and forth on quizzing the other on the vocab and themes of the major myths they’d gone over that semester.

The sky slowly grew darker, clouds moving in on them, but neither of them noticed until a few raindrops began falling. They both scattered, shoving everything into Calum’s bag before running across the patio to the sliding door. By the time they got inside it was pouring, both of them soaked. They both giggled, Amber leading the way up to her room. She grabbed her bath towels, turning around to hand one to Calum, gasping when she saw him, completely stripped down except for his boxers as he hung his wet clothes on the drying rack next to her desk. He smiled as he took the towel from her hands, walking over to sit on her bed once he was dry, backpack left at the door.

“C’mere sweetheart. “ He stated, holding his hand out as he got comfortable, “Gonna catch a cold if you stay in those wet clothes. She nodded, slowly sliding off her shorts, toweling off her legs before shyly lifting her shirt. Calum smiled, pulling her to him, “Think we’ve got that time I was looking for earlier now, what do you say?”

She nodded, smiling as he pulled her into him, laying back as her lips met his again.

[storiesfromafan]

Foolish (18+) - Benny x Plus!Size Reader

A/N: first off, this didn't turn out as I hoped. But I'm alright with it. Secondly I mildly mention things ma,ing this a plus size reader, so yeah.

Dont ask where this came from, just my warped mind doing its thing, apparently...

Warning/s: cheating - reader is married, 18+, p in v, possible grammer/spelling mistakes.

It was foolish to come to the bar tonight, or any time really, just to stare at Benny longingly. How stupid you must look. A married woman, to a good man with a good office job, with a house and anything you wanted. Turning into a silly school girl mooning over the bad boy. No doubt being laughed at by the Vandals and the women around them. And yet, even with such a good husband and home, you weren’t happy.

You crossed the room quickly, bag clutched in your hands tightly, sundress fluttering at your pace. You were doing your best to hold yourself together, feeling like every sudden laugh was directed at you. Every look was condescending. Breaking through the door, the fresh air hitting your lungs, but with the current rain it had this clean scent to it. Quickly you opened your bag and looked for your keys, while taking advantage of the small cover over the doors and light from the neon lights. Once finding them, you closed your bag and darted out into the rainy night to your car.

Not even ten steps into the rainy street, did the door you’d exited from open. You could hear whoever it was curse under their breath before hearing their heavy steps following you. Of course this made you panic, moving faster down the street to the small parking lot you’d left your car in. You’d just made it to the lot when a large, rough hand grabbed your upper arm, causing you to jump.

“It’s alright, it’s only me" came Benny’s familiar voice.

You turned around, halting at the surprise and fear coursing through you. There you both stood. Hardly any light and rain coming down. But having Benny’s attention, and grip, had you standing there like a deer in headlights. Why was he here? With you and not in the bar...

“What’s the hurry?” He asked concerned. “Ya never leave so fast".

That brought you back to reality. Remembering the bar, the rowdy people, and watching Benny. Enjoying him play pool, studying his gorgeous face as he concentrated on his shot while leaning over the table. His arms holding the cue and himself in that position, which lead you to fantasising of having Benny over you. His hands grabbing or skimming over your body. How good it would feel to have those hands grabbing your thick thighs, or meaty hips. Feeling his rings against your skin from how firm a hold he would have on you.

But then the pretty little blonde swayed her hips over to him after his shot, new beer in hand which she offered to Benny. He had taken the beer with a small smile and a nod of his head. From there blondie hung around him, inserting herself into the conversation of Benny and Cal, along with touching his arms and chest. It was the moment she grasped his vest and pulled him towards her face, that you had gotten up and made your escape. Reality of how you didn’t stand a chance, or really how you shouldn’t, being married and all.

But you had longed to break free. Free from the mundane life, and free from a marriage of convince, and not entirely for love. You had settled when it came to your husband. He’s the best you can do, your mother had said, solidifying how the woman thought and felt about you. You, her curvy and thick daughter, who always did everything to win her over, but silently suffering for what you wanted. How you spent your teens dieting and exercising to be thin like all the other girls, the girls your mother wanted you to be. Breaking yourself to be who she wanted you to be, but never meeting her standards.

Then one unusual day, you met Kathy at the laundromat and a friendship formed. A real woman with sass and a functioning brain, as opposed to the married women you have had to be friends with for the sake of your husband and social status. It was at Kathy’s when you first saw Benny, he had showed up after being gone on a ride for some weeks. Their close friendship had you thinking they were a couple, but Kathy cleared that up quick smart.

From there you got to know Benny, who ended up at Kathy’s more. Then you began to go to Grand and Division, slowly getting to know the other women Kathy is close too, and their partners. But it was because of Benny you went. You enjoyed watching and talking with him. And maybe being delusional, fantasising of a world were you weren’t married and free to be with Benny.

And – again being delusional – a part of you thought Benny might want you too. From the way he would look at you from the pool table, and smile at you. Or how he would sit with you and the girls. But it was how he would grab the bottom of your chair, pull it close to him and he would talk to you, his whole focus on you. Foolish to believe, but you longed for a man like Benny Cross.

“Well?” Benny's question brought you back to the situation at hand.

“Ah...” you began, brain working frantically to come up with an answer. “I-I had to go...”

Benny loosened his hold, surprised by your answer. “Ya had to go?”

You nodded your head, feeling completely dumb right now. “Y-yeah...”

“...it wasn’t the blonde?” Benny asked softly, very unlike the uncaring and aloof man.

Stiffly you shook your head, no, though that was a lie. It had been the blonde, along with the reminder of being taken, the cool metal of your wedding ring seeming to stand out in this moment.

He sighed, removing the hand on your arm and running it through his damp locks. “Ya sure?”

You took a step back, nodding your head this time, yes. You couldn’t speak, not without outing yourself. While Benny seemed to be processing your answers, you took that as your opportunity to continue on to your car. But of course he was right behind you still.

You had just put your hand on the handle when Benny’s larger hand covered yours, stopping you, taking it in his and spinning you around to face him again. This time he was closer, almost chests touching. He kept a hold of your hand, though not tightly. The way he looked at you, his eyes a flurry of emotions, which told you the man had many thoughts running through his head.

“There’s nothin’ gonin' on between her and I" Benny stated slowly.

You shrugged. “T-that's none of m-my business, Benny...” your voice was low and shaky.

He nodded. “Yeah, but I wanted ya to know...”

You nodded. “A-alright...” there was a silence between you both, that was filled with the rain. “I-I shouldn’t have came to the bar, I-I shouldn’t come back...”

His hand tightened around yours. “Yeah, you should”.

“N-no Benny, I shouldn’t. I’m a married woman...w-who should be home waiting for or with her husband...”

He growled. “No. You should be at the bar, sweetheart...with me".

“B-Benny...” you said weakly, with a touch of warning. “D-don’t...don’t get my hopes up. I’m already foolish, but d-don't call me that...”

“What? Sweetheart?” – you nodded looking into his eyes, pleading him – “well too bad. Because that’s what I’m gonna call ya...”

Something crossed Benny’s mind, an idea, as his grip on your hand tightened before he pulled you closer. Your chests met, the cool damp fabrics meeting. And yet you could still feel his warmth radiating off him. His other hand come up, grasping the side of your neck, keeping you in place. Leaning in, Benny's noise brushed against yours, as his eyes never left yours.

“Or should I call you...baby?” He questioned, voice low and deep. It scared you, yet excited you too. “Or...mine?”

With that said, Benny crashed his lips on yours. Finally you knew what it felt like. Those full lips, though a little chapped, pressed against yours in a way that had your knees buckling. But Benny stepped forward, pressing you against your car. No where to escape, no where to run. This dance between you both coming to an end.

Pulling back Benny rest his forehead against yours, his eyes looking deeply into your own. He was looking for any sign for him to stop, but there was none. You wanted to resist, to say no and push him back. But this was what you had wanted – longed for. Lifting your hands, one gripping his t-shirt while the other moved to the back of his head. You pulled him in, while moving to capture his lips. There was no going back now. You wanted sin, you wanted Benny.

You don’t know when or how, but Benny had gotten your keys. He unlocked the doors, before ushering you into the back seat. Only seconds after you did he get in beside you, door closing behind him. You looked at each other, silent, as the rain hit your car. Benny reach out his left hand, taking your right one in his. Tenderly he run his thumb over the back of your hand. A way to sooth you, as you must look a fright.

He was then tugging it, pulling your joined hands to him. A silent way to tell you to come closer, and you did. You leant over him, lips meeting his yet again. It was a hard kiss, a little rushed, as Benny opened his mouth, with you following. His tongue darted in, finding yours and caressing it with confidence and urgency. You of course did your best to return his kiss. Your free hand moving to his chest, stabilising yourself.

But Benny had other ideas. Without breaking the kiss, he freed his hand, and both moved to your hips. Sliding down your thighs, only to gather the skirt of your dress. The moment his warm hands touched the skin of your thighs you sighed. Taking that as a good sign, Benny moved one of your legs up and over to rest on the seat next to his thigh. Now you were straddling him, while his hands resting against the skin of your thighs.

“Fuck” he groaned pulling back from the kiss. “I’ve been dreamin' about somethin' like this since the first time I saw ya...”

Benny’s grip tightened on your thighs, only cementing the words he had just said. As well as going on to tell you more. How he wanted to keep his distance when hearing you were married, how he really tried too. But there was something about you that he couldn’t stay away from. How he had thought about you in such dirty and sinful ways. How he wanted to take you away from it all, both of you taking to the open road.

“What do ya say, baby?” He asked with baited breath. “Run away with me?”

You looked at Benny, into his eyes. Only seeing the question he just asked you, and the want, and adoration you have always wanted. The man before you, wanted you, all of you. Knowing words would fail you, you crashed your lips onto Benny’s once more. Putting all your wanting of him and a life with him into the kiss. And your answer yes.

His hands moved to your hips, with a tight hold, Benny pulled your covered sex down onto him. The friction feeling so good, that you did again, pushing yourself down on him as the kiss between you deepened in sloppy lips and tongues. Over and over you rubbed yourself down on him, his manhood hardening and becoming obvious as you rubbed once more. That was when Benny held you down, pressing you both together. The once rushed kiss slowing down till it was just tongues moving together, feeling the other. What was once hard and rushed, turned slow and tender. Not something you imagined Benny to do.

As you both pulled apart, the need for air, Benny brought a hand up to cup your cheek. Those stormy blues of yours looking deeply into your (colour) eyes. Searching for any doubt or uncertainty. Because what was to happen next was crossing a greater line then kissing and dry humping. It meant fully cheating on your husband. An act you couldn’t come back from.

“Do you want this, baby?” Benny asked lowly, making his voice even more delicious to your ears.

You nodded your head.

“I gotta hear ya say it...” he almost pleaded. Itching to pull you back in for another kiss, while letting his hands feel you some more.

You took a deep breath, in an attempt to calm your pounding heart. “I-I want this...I want you. I-I want to feel wanted...and needed...”

That was it. That was all he needed to hear. Benny pulled you back in for another searing kiss. Putting everything into this kiss. His want and need for you. The devotion he would gladly give you. It had his everything in it. While his hand left your face, back to joining its partner under the skirt of your dress and on your hips. The way his hands held on firmly to your meaty hips. As if you’d slip away if he held you any lighter. You began to rock against his hardness, which desperately wanted to be free from his jeans.

Feeling bold, you moved a hand down between you both and popped the button on Benny’s jeans. That seemed to wake him up from the daze of your kiss. For Benny moved a hand down to the fly of his jeans, and pulled down the zipped. He sighed against your lips from the small relief opening his jeans got him. With a fumble of hands, and rearranging yourself and your clothes, Benny finally freed himself. While you moved your panties to the side and adjusting so the head of his cock slid between your folds.

The moment he brushed against your bundle of nerves, a soft moan left your lips, hands moving to Benny’s shoulders. The man below you held his length and continued to slid the head up and down, between your folds. Gathering your slick before focusing on nudging your clit. Laying your forehead on Benny’s shoulder, you continued to make small noises of approval, everything he was doing felt too good to be true.

Finally Benny lined himself at your entrance, which you then began to lower yourself on to him. Inch by inch entered you, the feeling different as Benny was larger then your husband. The moment he was completely in, you took a moment to adjust to his size. You moved to look at Benny, who leant in and captured your lips in another kiss. Slowly you started to rock back and forth, enjoying the friction as well as kissing the man before you.

The moment he pulled back with a soft groan, Benny’s hands holding on for dear life, as he made to lift you did you get the message. He wanted you to move. With a little uncertainty you lifted yourself till just the tip was inside, and then lowered yourself. You continued to do this, unsure but moving around till finding the best position. From there you gained confidence, along with the soft sounds coming from Benny spurring you on. You could tick sex in the backseat of a car off your list now.

The way Benny’s cock felt as you moved along him, his hands helping to guide you at times, but most holding on to ground himself. It was intense and heated. Gradually you picked up the pace, head resting on Benny’s shoulder every now and then while you moaned. Benny of course muttered fuck every so often. The feel of you, and how well you were taking him was driving him crazy. He just wanted to move you around so he could take you harder and faster, but having you ride him like this – in a mix of emotion and urgency – was just so good.

But after a moment were you clenched around him, a sweet sputtered moan coming from your lips, something in Benny snapped. Holding onto you he thursted up, as you were coming down on him. Over and over he did this, needing more of you, needing you to feel so good. It got to the point where Benny was doing more work, thrusting up while you held onto him. A moaning mess from just how deeper he was going.

“B-Benny" you moaned in his ear. Which he replied with a groan.

You feel yourself getting closer to your release. The coil in your lower stomach tightening that you found yourself moaning more. With a few more deep thrusts, and Benny’s words telling you to come for him, the coil snapped. Your walls clenched around his cock, face buried in his shoulder as you came moaning Benny’s name. With a few more long, sloppy thrusts Benny finally reached his own release. Pulling you down onto him hard, and holding you there as he came inside you.

There you both rested, you clutching his shoulders and resting your head there too. Benny leaning his head back against the seat. The only noise was your laboured breathes and the rain outside hitting the car. A moment of pure peace and satisfaction. If only it could have lasted, that bubble in your car. But like a pin hitting the fragile surface, reality came back with a pop. And with it the realisation of the situation you were in, or rather sitting on.

You moved back, holding onto Benny’s shoulders as you lifted yourself off him. His softening cock slipping from inside you. Ungracefully you moved back to the spot you had been on when getting into the car, while adjusting your panties back to cover yourself and pulling your dress down. Almost like nothing had happened, but the feeling of Benny’s seed slowly running out of you was a solid reminder. Benny had been disappointed that you had removed him, and moved away from him. But he took the opportunity to put himself away, and fasten up his jeans.

Looking to each other, still staying silent. Benny could see a change in you, like your mind was running wild with thoughts. Reaching his hand over, he grasped your hand tightly, hoping to bring you back to him. And it did, the gesture grounding you and your mind. The breath you had been holding slipped from your lips.

“Ya alright, baby?” Benny asked breaking the silence, but kept his voice airy.

Slowly you nodded. “Yeah...”

“Ya sure?” the familiar words coming from the man before you, making it feel like a life time ago before getting into the backseat.

Again you nodded. “I-I think so...”

He frowned. “Ya don’t sound so sure".

And you weren’t. How could you tell this beautiful man that you felt a little guilty. Not that you regretted this moment, but that you might not be able to continue from here on out? You were married. Benny wasn’t, if he ever would. Could you really leave a secure life for one that wasn’t guaranteed? Then you felt Benny’s thumb soothingly caressing the back of your hand. And when you looked at him again, you could see in those stormy blues concern and worry.

“Talk to me...” he said softly, scared to be too loud.

You sighed, feeling tears pricking the corners of your eyes. “I-I...I don’t know, I’m not sure, I can do this...”

Every word felt like sand in your mouth. Throat dry and rough. This sinking feeling within you. Admitting them out loud felt wrong, but you had to say it. Benny looked to you with no anger, just a pleading look, like a puppy.

“I-is this the right thing...” you looked down at your joined hands. “W-will this last...”

Benny used your joined hands to pull you to him, taking you into his arms. The smell and warmth of his body comforting and like home. You buried your face in his chest. Benny ran a hand up and down your back to sooth you.

“It’s a risk ya have to take...” he paused for a moment, choosing his next words wisely. “If ya choose me, I will do anythin' to make ya happy...happier then you are now".

You believed his words. Even if you know there would be times, you’d have to take the backseat, but Benny would care for you like no other. Pulling back you looked up at him. Benny looked down at you with hopeful eyes. Hopeful you’d choose him. You leant up and placed a soft kiss to his kiss swollen lips.

“I choose you...” you said softly, scared to break the peace surrounding you, yet you were confident.

The warmest, brightest smile crossed Benny’s lips, and reached his beautiful eyes. And that was almost enough to risk all the hate you are going to get. But with Benny by your side, you could survive anything...

[hollandsmushroom]

can you do 14,15, and 42 with cal and plus sized reader who is very bold but shy and insecure in the bedroom ❤️

14. “Never hold back again, okay,”, 15. “Am I doing it right?”, 42. “Holy fuck,”

Warnings: Smut and swearing

Let me know what you think!

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If you don’t like it ask again and I would be more than happy to re-write it for you!

His thumb rubbed the back of your hand as you walked down the street, a comforting gesture that he knew you loved. You looked up at him at him and he flashed you his famous Calum Hood smile. The two of you were desperately in love, absolutely head over heels for one another. At first his affection for you had surprised you, seeing as you were a bigger girl, you had always had this belief that boys like him didn’t fall for girls like you, but you could never have been so wrong, Calum Hood looked at you with the definition of love in his eyes, he loved the way that you moved and the way that when you were out in the world you were carefree and didn’t let anything stop you from being who you are and expressing yourself, but the you in the bedroom drove him a little crazy, how you would bit back moans and hide your bare body, he just simply didn’t understand how you didn’t see how amazing you are.

The two of you were shopping today and you wanted to go get some new clothes just cause you needed them and Cal had wanted to tag along with you. You had walked into a shop that looked like it had some cute stuff in it, wandering around and picking up pieces only to set them down seconds later.

“Are you not finding anything you like, love?” Cal asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder.

“No, I like most of what I see, there is just nothing in my size,” you spoke, your words caused him to tuck his chin back indignantly, and his brows to furrow in anger, you had expected this reaction out of him at the lack of your sizes but you were used to it at this point.

“Why don’t they have your size?”

“Well Cal, if you haven’t noticed, I am a little thicker than average,” you giggled, not at all minding your body when it was spoken of and not seen, someone seeing your bare flesh and the scars and stretch marks is what scares you.

“You are more beautiful than the average as well my love,” he kissed your cheek and patted you bum, “Come on love, lets get out of here, this store has nothing to offer us,” he spoke leading you out the door

“Cal, where are you taking us?”

“I saw a store that we passed that had some lingerie in it that I think you would look good in,” you rolled your eyes, expecting it to be a store that again didn’t carry your size.

Much to your surprise you Cal lead you too a store that specialized in clothing for girls who literally didn’t fit in at other stores. The walls were lined with cute outfits and it brought a smile to your face to not have to worry about if anything was going to fit or not. You wandered through the clothing as Cal split off from you and into the lingerie department, having you sizes memorized he picked out some stuff he wanted you to try on at home, though you didn’t know he was doing this. Many purchases later you and Cal were ready to head home, you had noticed the fact that he had a bag of his own but decided not to question him on it, deciding that he would most likely inform you when you arrived home.

As soon as you walked through the threshold of your home Cal linked his hand in yours and started walking you too the bedroom.

“I got some presents for you baby,” 

“Oh really, baby, you shouldn’t have, what did you get me?”

“Well if I am being honest they are more presents for me but you have to wear them,” when he said that you knew exactly what he was talking about and you felt your stomach drop at the idea.

“Cal, I don’t know…” you trailed off

“Please baby, I got them for you,” he practically begged

“Okay fine, but only because you are adorable,” you took the bag from his hands and stepped into the bathroom, opening it to find 3 sets, and you had to admit they were all really cute looking. The first one you decided to try on was a red lace bra without padded cups, you could see your nipples through the pattern, it had matching red lace panties. You slipped your body into the material, avoiding looking in the mirror for fear that it would take away any chance you had of walking out of the bathroom, wrapping your arms around your exposed stomach. 

Cal sat on the bed waiting for you and as soon as you stepped out to of the bathroom in the red set his jaw was on the floor and his pants began tightening. 

“Holy fuck,” he sighed out as his eyes enthusiastically scanned your body, noticing the arms you had place over your flesh to hide it he raised a hand and gestured for you to come towards him, a command which you quickly complied to, stepping forward so you were with in his reach. As soon as his hands could touch you, he gripped your hips drawing you in even closer, his face level with your belly he reached up and peeled your arms away from it, kissing the newly exposed flesh.

“Never hide from me baby-girl, please for me just be yourself and never hold back again, okay?” he questioned, looking up at you.

“Okay Cal,” you mumbled, running your hands through his curls. His pants were getting tighter as he looked at the newly exposed flesh, flopping back onto the bed and bringing you with him. You giggled at his actions and tried to wiggle out of his grasp but you were unsuccessful.

“Cal, you picked out three sets, this is the first one, don’t you wanna see the others?”

“I don’t think I can make it that long, this set was enough, I need you now,” you giggled at how desperate he was, feeling his hard on through his pants on your heat. You sat up and your hips were straddling his, your heat grinding onto him as you giggled shyly.

“Keep going baby,” he moaned out at the friction, his hands going to your hips, finger tips digging in, most likely leaving bruises. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second, the lace rubbing against your clit as you ground on his dick, “Baby, I need to be in you, like now,” he spoke, reaching up a hand and grasping at your tit before sliding down and moving your panties aside, your hands moving to the zipper of his pants, undoing it and pulling his pants down just enough for his dick to be free. You moved to lay on your back but Cal stopped you.

“Not this time baby, today you are gonna ride me,” he spoke holding your hips in place.

“Cal, I can’t, I will crush you, plus I don’t know how,”

“You wont crush me baby, and I can help you out,” he smirked at you, you knew you weren’t going to win this one so you gave in, actually happy that he had offered to assist you. You moved your hips forward, funning your core over his dick, covering it in your arousal.

“Okay, now just kind of sit down on my dick,” he instructed and you did at he said. You gasped and stilled, not used to the feeling of being this full, it burned slightly. “Now move when you feel comfortable to,” 

The burn subsided soon enough and you began to rotate your hips, reached between the two of you and rubbed your clit as you moved.

“Am I doing it right?” you panted out 

“Oh, baby, you are doing it perfectly,” he groaned, “So good I don’t think I can last much longer,”

“Me neither Cal,” Your walls started to clench as his cock dragged in and out of you with the bounce of your hips, you were quickly losing strength as your orgasm washed over you. “Cal, I am cumming,” you cried out, his hips bucking into yours as you lost the ability to move with your orgasm.

“So am I baby-girl,” he cried out, cumming deep inside of you and dragging out your orgasm with his thumb on your clit before ceasing movement. The two of you stilled, the only noise in the room being your panting as you rolled off of him. You sat in the glow of your orgasm a peaceful silence hanging in the air, that was until Cal rolled over and ruined it.

“Wanna try on the other sets and go a couple more rounds?”

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A King and his Queen

Mafia Sebastian Stan x Curvy Female Reader

Rating: 18+only No Minors

Word Count: 2673k

A/N Once I saw the pictures of Sebastian at the LACMA Gala this story popped up in my head. I will have translations for anything that Sebastian says in Romanian. Also if you have a problem with curvy/plus sized readers oh well.

This only part 1 to a 2 part series.

Warnings: cursing, blood, guns, smut, virgin sex, unprotected sex, fluff, nicknames If there is anything I missed sorry. 

2022

Here you stand, your pristine white pant suit with small splatters of blood holding your husband's 40 cal gun, aimed at the men that shot and beat him up. You already shot one of the 3 men that stood before you. “So gentleman, before I decide to end your life right where you stand, would you like to tell me who decided to put the hit on my husband?” They both look at each other having a silent conversion. “Boys, we are wasting my precious time sitting here waiting for you to tell me when I should be by my husband's bedside. So who will it be next that I shoot?” 

“We’re not telling you anything you bitch. We don't care who you are.” “See that's where you're wrong. You should care who I am, because the man you did the hit on is Sebastian Stan, the king of the Romanian mafia. The biggest mob in all of New York. and you are being held by its queen.” The men look like they are about to shit their pants. They never have seen you but they knew of the king and queen. 

Now before we go any further let's backtrack to 1994, when you and Sebastian first met. You were 12 years old and he had just moved to the United states from Vienna, Austria. He was having difficulty speaking English properly and noticed he was being slightly bullied for having a thick accent. One day you took it upon yourself to approach him in the library one day to introduce yourself and maybe help him with learning English better and maybe strike up a friendship with the boy. Little did both of you know you would have one of the most beautiful and intense relationships for the rest of your lives. 

While helping Sebastian with his English, you both slowly developed secret crushes on one another. By the middle of 8th grade he had gotten a lot better speaking and you both confessed your mutual liking to each other while on a walk along Rockland Lake State Park. Your parents and Sebastian's parents thought you two were a bit young to date but they thought it was adorable just the same.

When sophomore year came around, everyone at school knew who you both were and called you a power couple. “Lubirea mea, i have such big dreams for us when we turn 18.” “What is that dragul meu?” While you were helping Sebastian with his English he was teaching you words in Romanian. “Well since my step-father has no other sons besides me he will be handing over the business to me and I am going to grow it much bigger than it is now. And I will be the Romanian king of New York and you will be its queen, lubirea mea.” Looking into your eyes and lifting your hand to his lips to kiss it. “Oh Seb, te iubesc.” “Și eu te iubesc y/n.” 

By the time you both turned 16 both sets of patents saw and understood how deeply in love you were for each other. So much so that Sebastian asked his mother Gorgetta for the wedding ring his father gave her. “Sebastian, are you sure this is what you want? You are so young and I don't want you to regret anything?” “Mama, I love her so much so deeply I feel it in my bones. She will be my queen one day and then we will be unstoppable.”  “That's all I wanted to know, băiețelul meu frumos.” 

“What's wrong lubirea mea, are you having second thoughts? We can stop now and just lay in bed and cuddle?”  “No Seb no I want this so much. I guess I'm just worried it's going to hurt alot.” He cradles his hands on your face, rubbing your cheeks. “Baby, if it ever gets to be too much just tell me and we can stop ok?” “Ok seb, te iubesc.” “Și eu tu iubesc.”

The summer before your senior year was when you and Sebastian decided to take your relationship to the next level. It was the day before the 4th of July. You and Sebastian were hanging out at his house watching movies and cuddling on the couch in his bedroom. Halfway through the movie you looked up at him at the same time as he did. He bent down to kiss you on the lips, it was soft and sweet just like him. Soon Sebastian held you by the waist and pulled you up to straddle his lap. That's when things got heated, you started to grind down on his lap and felt his erection. It felt right, you started to moan with the friction, so did Sebastian. You were the first to pull away and look him in the eyes. The look in his eyes was different from other make out sessions that you’ve had. “I love you so much y/n, please tell me you want this?” “I love you too seb, you are my forever make love to me.” 

With such strength you didn't know he had, Sebastian picked you up without breaking eye contact with you. The intensity you both had in your eyes was like fire. He gently laid you down on his bed and began kissing you again. One by one you started undressing each other. Once you were both in your underwear, you looked at Sebastian with so much love but also a little bit of nervousness. 

You've always been a thick girl, but Sebastian never saw you that way. He always made you feel beautiful, never felt subconscious about your body. He started kissing you down your neck every so often giving you little hickies to show you and anyone one else that you were his. When he got to the valley of your breast he looked up at you asking a silent permission to take off your bra. With a nod of your head he reached behind you and unhooked it and let it fall forward. Grabbing the straps and kissing your shoulders as he pulled it off to expose your chest to him. “My god baby you are so beautiful.” Once your bra was off he latched on to one of your breast and began suckling on it, flicking it with his tongue. You let out whimper and moan and the new sensation. “Oh Seb, baby that feels so good.” I know angel, just relax and I'm going to make you feel so good.”      

While he keeps his mouth on your breast, his left arm is gliding down your body smoothing over your curves stopping right at your mound. He presses his finger over your cloth clit and you feel a jolt of electricity. “Oh my god baby that was amazing!” Sebastian removes his mouth from your breast with a pop, giving you that beautiful smile of his. “Draga, let me taste you. I've been dreaming of this.”  “Whatever you want Seb, just dont stop.” Soon enough he slid your panties down your legs while kissing and sucking bruises on your legs, only for him to see. “Damn baby you're so wet, so beautiful.” Before you could respond he swiped  his tongue up from bottom to top giving your clit a little suck. You arched your back at the new feeling, never wanted this to end. “You taste so damn good draga i could spend the rest of my life here.” He dove back in and ate you out like he has been starving for you. 

Once he is to the hilt he is breathing hard trying not to bust at that moment. At that moment you both speak….”I Love You!” Caressing his cheeks you kiss his nose and both cheeks then his lips in a soft and all consuming kiss. “You can move now baby, I'm ready.” With a nod of his head he slowly starts pulling out in slow short strokes to lessen the pain for you. “Oh lubirea mea you’re so tight I could live here.” You moan at his confession, digging your nails into his shoulders to ground yourself. “Sebastian, baby please go faster. It feels so good. Mmmmm.” “What my baby wants she gets.”

You grabbed onto his hair like a lifeline, the moan you let out was practically pornagraphic. You wondered how he knew what he was doing, leaning up on your elbows as you looked at him. “Baby, how did you learn to do this?” Sebastian looks up, mouth and chin glistening with your slick. “I watched a video or two a while back. I wanted to make sure I was doing this right, are you enjoying it draga?”  “Baby just don't stop.” With a smirk on his face got back down between your legs and started flicking your clit and sucking. Soon he slipped one finger in you for a new sensation. Once he inserted another finger you felt full, his fingers pumping in and out along with him flicking your clit had your stomach tightening. “Oh Sebastian I- I’m gonna cum!” “Come on baby cum show me you can be a good girl.” On his command you let go with the most intense orgasm ever, so much so you squirted.  

Sebastian was in awe, he had never seen that before but he thought it was the hottest thing he had ever seen. He looks at you, panting chest heaving completely blissed out. “Draga, are you ok? Baby come back to me.” He says with a little laugh. You blink your eyes trying to focus on Sebastian. You look at him, a small smile tugging on your lips. “You were so good baby, I love you so much.” “I love you too angel. Are you ready?” “Yes Sebastian, make love to me lubirea mea.” “Okay you tell me if gets to be too much angel I don't want you in too much pain.”  With a reassuring nod he positions himself between your legs pumping himself a few times moving his penis up and down your folds getting him wet before he enters inside of you. “Oh draga we need a condom.” “Its ok baby I went on the pill last year. I want to feel all of you.” He bends down to kiss you passionately to try and distract you from him entering you. His blunt tip starts to enter and you let out a small whimper as he slowly goes inch by inch. “Oh shit baby I’m only halfway in but you feel so fucking good. I don't know how long i'm going to last with how tight this pussy is.” “It's ok seb take your time, i'm doing ok.” He opens his eyes and he looks right in your eyes as he starts pushing in more. Its like you are both opening your souls for each other. You feel a bit of pain but Sebastian is going so slow it's making it bearable. 

He starts to pick up a faster rhythm and he can tell you're starting to get close to a second orgasm. “Darga are you getting close? I can feel you choking me, I don't think I'm going to last long you feel too good your heaven.” “I- I’m oh god Sebastian I’m going to cum. Cum with me baby please.”  “I'm oh I'm right there angel.” He brings his thumb to your clit rubbing tight circles intensifying your pleasure. You arch your back off the bed, wrapping your legs around his waist. It feels so good you grab his butt and start pushing him to you harder. "Angel, let go baby, cum for me.” At his command you screamed his name and gripped his cock so tight he roared out your name and came so hard inside you. “Shit I can't stop cumming baby oh god it won't stop.” “Give it to me lubirea mea, give me all of it.” After another 2 mins he is finally spent and drops to his elbows so as to not crush you. You hold his face and kiss him till you can't breathe. You bring him to your chest for him to lay most of his weight on you. Combing your hands through his hair and humming to him, he catches his breath. 

After a few minutes of you both coming down for your highs, Sebastian finally pulls out of you. You let out a small whimper with the loss of him, but he brings you into his side to nuzzle your face into his neck. “How are you feeling draga? Are you hurt at all?” “I hurt a little bit, but it's a good hurt.” Looking up at him you give a big smile and he mirrors you. At that moment he thinks of the ring he has in his underwear drawer and he can't think of a better time than now. He wanted to do something more romantic, but you laying in his arms naked and looking like an absolute angel he can't think of a better time. 

He gets up to go to his bathroom to get a warm washcloth to clean you both up but he takes a detour to his dresser. He gets to the side of the bed and bends down to wipe off any remaining cum off your legs and then throws it in his hamper. As he stays at the side of the bed he moves your hair away from your face looking like he has something on his mind. “Seb, baby, is something wrong?” “No angel, everything is perfect, in fact I wanted to wait for something more romantic but I can't think of any better time than now.” 

He picks up the box from his side and brings it up to view. You sit up on the bed holding the sheets to your body with wide eyes. “Y/N Y/L/N my angel, lubirea mea. You have been with me since I came to this country and have helped me become the young man I am today. I have loved you for so long and I know we will love each other till the end of time. You are my queen and want to be your king. I know it's so soon but will you marry me?” You look at him with wide eyes, you never thought he would propose so soon but you never had a doubt in your mind that you would spend the rest of your life with him. 

With a small tear rolling down your cheek you finally speak. “Sebastian, I would be honored to be your wife and your queen.” He smiles so big, with shaky hands he puts the ring on your finger and kisses it. He leaps off the floor and kisses you silly all over your face while you giggle. You just lay there in each other's arms filled with happiness. A few minutes pass and you both get off the bed and head to the bathroom to take a shower. 

There's no sex just slow sensual touches washing each other and exploring your bodies. You hold one another under the stream of hot water saying soft i love yous. When the water starts to get a little cold you exit the shower and dry each other off. Sebastian gives you one of his t-shirts and boxers to wear to bed while he just wears his own pair of flannel pajama pants only.

 You both get into bed and you lay your head on his chest while holding his hand playing with his rings. He takes your hand and places a kiss on your ring finger. You fall asleep after a few more minutes, when Sebastian feels your breathing even out he knows you're asleep. He looks down at you and places a kiss on your forehead and starts to drift off as well dreaming of his future with you. Quietly he speaks into the dark. “The world has no idea what is coming with us draga.”

I hope you enjoyed part 1 to this Mafia Sebastian story. Don't forget to reblog and check in for an update on part 2.

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Hey anyone who sees this!

I was planning on writing a little blurb but idk how well it’ll go over seeing as it would be my first ever fic/blurb here. I also can’t decide who it should surround.. as far as I know, I’ve decided on an x reader I just don’t know who out of these options.. (feel free to add any character suggestions as well!) If the first rendition goes over well, I’d be open to change aspects of the story and make separate versions for all of the character options below too!

The idea is going to surround Niall Horan’s song, Black and White but won’t really be a song fic.. basically it’ll be the reader (you) dating one of the options below and having a bit of a fear of/hesitancy to the L-word so instead, to say it without actually saying it, the two of you will refer to Black and White (the song you two have chosen as ‘your’ song) whenever the implication is there… if that makes sense lol.. :) characters are:

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Anyway.. I’m just super torn haha. Let me know what you think! Reader will probably be gender neutral and will likely not have any references to race or specific traits as to include everyone! If I decide to continue writing, I’ll be writing fem!reader, masc!reader, gn!reader and plus size!reader (fem, masc and gn). I will probably be taking requests as well as I tend to get bad writers block that ends up discouraging me severely lol. I will try my hardest to not use wording that could only apply to a single race so that everyone can be included. <3

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Plus size girl with cal and she’s nervous to wear lingerie infront of him but like he praises tf out of her and loves on her all the time and he’s all about the booty

When you’d gone shopping for the new lingerie, you’d hidden it away from Calum for weeks, too nervous to consider it, scared he wouldn’t be interested in something like that.

You were comfortable with him naked, but dressing up in lingerie was something different. And more often than not, a lot of the lingerie that there was, didn’t fit you right or didn’t go to the size you needed.

But Calum has glimpsed it one evening and you couldn’t look at him as he held it up.

“Holding out on me baby?” His question was curious as he put the item back, finally crawling into bed after switching the main light.

“Not holding out, just, not sure if I should wear it.” You admitted quietly, turning in his arms so that you were facing him. You were comfortable now that you didn’t feel the need to be tangled together, but his hand still reached out to stroke your cheek.

“You could wear the god damn bedsheets and you’d look fantastic. But you know how I like you, especially when you’re being all cute to try and put me in my place.” He grinned cheekily warning a scoff from you I’m return.

“Watch it Hood.” You warned and he smirked as the two of you settled down before switching off the lamp.

It was when you were on the brink of sleep that you heard his voice, gentle and soft that you were sure you weren’t meant to have heard him.

“The thought of you in a lingerie set would honestly blow my mind. You’d look fucking stunning, like you always do.” A gentle sigh followed and next thing you knew, you were fast asleep.

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It took you three weeks before you decided to surprise Calum.

He’d been busy doing a promo, so you pampered yourself. The lingerie set was lay on the bed, taunting you, but you remembered Calum’s words, so you put it on, making sure it sat right. And you wondered if you could surprise him.

Glancing at your phone, he’d said he was on his way home and biting your bottom lip, you returned the text.

‘Hope you’re alone handsome. Got a treat just for you.’

‘Just me, can’t wait for this treat.’

Excitement and nerves fluttered through your body as you let one of your own button down shirts hand loose off your body.

Calum always said you could steal his but that was a conversation for another day.

You kept your stance casual, relaxed and confident as you leaned against the staircase, inspecting your nails as you heard the car pull up.

You were met with the sight of his jaw dropping as the door shut behind him, his eyes taking you in before he pulled in a sharp breath.

“You look fucking breath taking.” He finally got out as you pushed off from the staircase, sauntering over to him. His hands slid around you, grasping at your ass, his face burying into your neck as his lips began to make their mark.

“Fucking gorgeous.” He whispered as his hand landed a slap to your ass, the area jiggling, only for him to jiggle both sides before pulling you closer, his hard on very obvious, making you smirk.

“Does me being in lingerie do it for you baby? You wanna bend me over now?” You breathes and his answering moan had you wiggling in his grip, bending over at the waist, hands firmly planted against the wall.

“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me but god alive it’s a death I would take every day to see you like this.” He groaned, his fingers grasping the flesh of you ass once more.

“All yours baby.” You murmured and you looked over your shoulder, catching a glint in his gaze.

“I’m gonna show you how much I love you in lingerie but first I think payback for being a tease is deserved. Don’t you?”

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