#like I know you shouldn’t care about a fucking clothing size

[chxrryrose]

i hate clothes shopping

#like I know you shouldn’t care about a fucking clothing size #especially since they are more inconsistent than liverpools 22/23 seasons so far #but like it sucks when you plan a nice outfit or get excited about an outfit #and then it doesn’t fit even tho it’s the size you usually would order #and it sucks all the joy that you had about the outfit #but I have to buy clothes because I’ve been putting it off for ages since I’ve put on weight #and I’ve barely got any clothes that fit #and I need some outfits now I can’t wait til one day when I lose weight #and losing weight (which i want to do mainly for my health since I’m so unfit) is gonna take a while #since my mental and physical health problems (which led to this weight gain) are holding me back #tw weight #tw body image #tw weight loss

[saetoru]

Tee forget rich boy gojo what about frat boy geto ☹️

RULES — GETO SUGURU.

「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ frat boy! geto suguru x reader — 2.0k words — you always break your rules for geto

— contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, fingering, handjobs, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of fem masturbation, pet names (baby + princess)

— notes ⋮ i’m totally normal about him yup

rule number one of college is never to get involved with a frat boy.

rule number two is if you do get involved with one, you run—except geto suguru makes it entirely impossible to follow either of those two rules.

he’s different, or so you like to tell yourself. he doesn’t even look like the other frat boys. instead, he has long hair that gets thrown into a messy little bun, and he wears those baggy pants that usually look lame—but somehow he manages to make them look so good. but more importantly, he seems to know how to sweet talk his way into what he wants.

unlike the other boys, there’s nothing intimidating about geto, nothing that makes you want to submit and give into his whims because of that predatory grin. no, instead, geto lures you with gentle smiles and saccharine words. and that’s even more dangerous, you think—it’s like that tale of the snake, that faux affection of laying beside you as it sizes you up, until one day, you’re swallowed whole. 

you shouldn’t keep coming back—and technically, you don’t. it’s not that you come back to geto…it’s that he chases you down, one step at a time, slow and quiet so that you don’t realize the hunter is hunting. it’s not until your back is pressed against a corner do you realize you’ve been the prey all along.

“c’mon, baby,” he hums against your neck, making you gasp when his teeth graze the skin. he sucks slowly, deliberately, with a smile against you as you squirm under his touch. “i missed you,” he murmurs, “‘s like you’ve been avoiding me. you wouldn’t do that, right?”

“n-no,” you shake your head—which is a lie, and you both know it. but he only chuckles, mumbles out a quiet that’s right against your neck before he’s back to pressing those hot, open-mouthed kisses along your pulse point.

“look at you,” he grins, eyeing you up and down, taking in the cute little top you’re wearing and those high heels that drive him mad. you’re even wearing that lip gloss he likes—the one he loves smeared along his cock…but that’s for later, he thinks. “you look all dolled up, don’t you? ‘s all for me, huh?”

“yes,” you whisper—because you’re weak. you let yourself fall right into his hands, let yourself wander right into the trap he sets every time. “yes, ‘s for you,” you say with a shaky voice, gripping onto his bicep.

geto knows that one text, just one is all it takes. just one i’ll see you at the party tonight, right? and you’re already sifting through outfits and spraying your most expensive perfume. he knows just how to give just enough to make you want to give back tenfold—just enough to make you get used to the taste, yet never enough to satisfy, until you’re starving for more.

“s-suguru, please,” you whine, bucking your hips and trying to rub your clothed cunt against the bulge in his pants. you’re pretty sure there must be a line outside the bathroom by now, and you’re distantly mortified that someone might just hear you moaning his name—but then he kisses your lips once, twice, a third time, and you simply don’t care anymore.

“please what, baby? c’mon, you know i love it when you talk,” he chuckles.

“please, more,” you huff, boldly moving a hand between your bodies to cup his erection and squeeze. he lets out a strained groan, head falling to the crook of your neck as he bucks his hips against your palm, chasing that sweet friction selfishly. 

“fuck—you gotta be patient, princess,” he growls, mustering up enough self-control to grab your wrist and move your hand away. his hand moves up to squeeze your cheeks together, tilting your face to meet his eyes as he glares. “think it’s only fair i make you wait as long as you’ve made me, don’t you think?”

he texts you sometimes. sometimes in the morning to ask you if you want coffee, sometimes after class to walk you home, sometimes in the middle of the night just to ask about your day. but you know better—you know how guys like him work, how you’re not the only one, how you’re never the only one. you don’t want to be another girl who cries over geto while he buys another coffee for another unsuspecting victim, and you don’t want to watch him offer that gentle smile, those sweet words, those careful touches to someone that’s not you.

but then your words betray you before you can help it: “no, suguru,” you plead, “need you! need you to fuck me—please, i want it.” you can’t help but beg—because something about him makes you so shameless, so needy and desperate that every ounce of logic and dignity dissipates from your mind. 

“you sure? you didn’t seem to want it when you were ignoring my texts—”

“‘m sorry,” you sniffle, “jus’ please, wanna feel you.”

it’s a vicious cycle—every time you tell yourself this is the last time, it’s never really the last time. you manage to ignore geto suguru and his sweet words and handsome smile for just a little bit before he’s dragging you right back in. and you should know better by now—you can atone for all your sins as much as you want, but the devil is always crept up your shoulder, always whispering those tempting words into the shell of your ear. this is the last time turns into just one more time, and then pretty soon, you’re in this same position over and over again. 

against the wall, caged by his body as his hands squeeze your hips. 

“yeah? can’t get enough of me, can you? is it cause i fuck you so good? can’t find someone else to make you feel like this?”

his fingers have pulled your pants down your legs by now, your underwear halfway down your thighs as he sinks two fingers into your dripping cunt. it feels good—feels so achingly good as he teases your clit with his thumb, ghosts of circles rubbing over the sensitive nub while his fingers curl against your spot. you mewl, legs shaking as you try to stand up straight, as you try to take what he gives you while keeping yourself together. but it’s too hard, and soon, you feel his hand hook under one leg and prop it against his hip, supporting your frame as he works his digits in and out of your cruelly. 

“suguru‚ suguru—fuck,” you gasp, whimpering as the tips of his fingers brush against that sensitive spot against your walls, his thumb rubbing harshly against your clit in circles that leave you biting your lip. 

no one touches you like geto—you can’t help but come to this realization in the dead of night when your own fingers just don’t bring the same satisfaction. you can’t reach as deep as he can, find that spot as fast as he can, make yourself cum like he can. 

“look at you, princess,” he hums, “already such a mess. just think,” he bullies his fingers into your faster, making you squeal, “just think how messy you’ll look when i’m fucking you full.”

those words are all it takes for you to sob—latching onto his body as you roll your hips and cum. your walls flutter around his fingers, whimpering as he fucks his digits into you while you ride out your high. his thumb rubs against your clit until you’re practically shaking against him—’s too much, you want to say…but you know it won’t really make a difference, and your voice fails you anyway.

your slumped against the wall, watching as his hands hastily fumble with his pants, pushing them down his legs as he frees his aching cock. it’s flushed a pretty red, leaking with precum, and stiff in his hands as he closes his eyes and groans quietly when he wraps around the girth and slowly strokes along the length a few times. it’s filthy—the wet sound of his precum smearing along his cock, glistening against the skin as you stare. 

you don’t hesitate to replace his hand with yours, feeling the familiar weight in your hands as you fist his cock and drag your palm up and down against the length. 

“f-fuck—that’s it baby, like that,” he moans, head falling back against your shoulder, quiet grunts spilling past his lips as you squeeze around his tip. he fucks his hips into your fist, panting against you as you graze your thumb along his slit and pull a small whine from him. 

and then you can’t wait—can’t even wait for a second longer as you quickly guide his tip to line up against your entrance, rubbing against your folds and collecting your slick along his tip. 

“in—want you in me, suguru,” you beg. he doesn’t argue, doesn’t even think to tease you as he presses his cock to slip past your folds and sink into your heat, the thick veins dragging along your walls and making you gasp. 

“so tight, baby—always so tight. prettiest fuckin’ pussy i ever had,” he rasps. 

it makes you slightly bitter at the prospect that he’s had others to even compare to you—but then there’s that subtle satisfaction that you’re the best he’s had, the one he can’t get enough of, the one he chases and chases and keeps coming back to. 

you know deep down that you’re simply being foolish, that getting his dick wet is not a difficult process for someone like geto suguru and all you’re doing is making it easy for him…but a small part of you likes to think that this is real. that the way his arms cradle you as he fucks into you, that the way he kisses your neck and then your lips, hot and messy and so needy—it’s all because he wants you, and only you. 

“feels good—so good, suguru,” you gasp, “‘m close, ‘m gonna…gonna cum—”

“just a bit longer, baby,” he presses a soft kiss to your jaw, moaning into your skin as your walls squeeze around him with a particularly sloppy thrust, “wait for me, yeah? cum with me—j-just gotta feel you cum with me.”

his hips are sloppy, angling into you with practically no rhythm anymore as he chases his orgasm. his thumb finds your clit, rubbing harsh circles that have you sobbing, feeling the coil in your belly tighten and tighten until you’re sure it’ll snap any second. 

“‘m gonna cum—fuck, ‘m gonna cum suguru, please—”

“cum for me, princess,” he gasps, and with one more slam of his hips, the brush of his tip against your sweet spot, you unravel, cumming for the second time as you shriek his name. 

geto follows right after, his cum hot as it fills you up, as he fucks his load into you, as his cock twitches with every rope he paints your walls white with. your nails dig into his shoulder as you whine his name while he grunts yours, feeling the way he all but splits you open as his cock drills into you sloppily. 

it’s not long before his hips slow, a few more shallow thrusts of his hips before he stills and pants into your shoulder, kissing against the mark he’s bitten into your skin. this is the part you hate—the part that fills you up with dread from what you’ve done, the part that makes you realize that every time you let geto suguru get away with using you as a quick fuck, you fall deeper and deeper for that sweet smile and soft laugh. 

“c’mon, baby,” he pulls away from your neck, pressing a sweet peck to your lips, “we can go to my room and—”

“that’s okay,” you cut him off, doing everything you can to avoid his eyes, “i was gonna go home now anyway—”

“that’s okay,” he cuts you off, repeating your own words back to you, “you can just spend the night with me.”

and before you can protest, his lips are back on yours, kissing you sweet and slow enough that you can’t help but melt into his arms and give up arguing against him. 

© hanmas do not plagiarize, repost, translate to other sites, or recommend on platforms outside tumblr such as tik tok

#teepods.writings #thirstee! #thirsts. #geto x reader #geto smut #geto x you #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk x you #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru smut #geto suguru x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x you

[leslovesfatties]

Pt. 1: first flight

Idk I was feeling super mushy so I wrote this in like 3 hours lol soft BHM/FFA fiction…should I continue it?

First time flying in two years…and back then it was a squeeze. Determined not to embarrass myself, I called ahead.

“TWO tickets?”

“Yes, sir. But there’s no guarantee the second seat won’t be sold if it’s a particularly full flight.”

I gulped and hesitated. “Okay…so that means I’m paying for a seat I might not get?”

“That’s correct.” Not a hint of sympathy in her voice.

What other choice did I have? “Okay, then. I guess I’ll take the window and middle seat. Oh, and I’ll probably need a seatbelt extender.” Even saying the words made my face flush. I can’t believe I’d let myself get like this. The voice on the other end of the phone either sighed, coughed, or stifled a laugh. I couldn’t be sure which, and I didn’t exactly want to know.

My alarm fades out as I desperately want to hit snooze. I get up, wash my face, and try to keep my anxiety at bay. It’s going to be fine. I got TWO seats. I won’t bother anyone. I put on a little extra deodorant in between my folds and under my moobs. A little cologne for good measure and a crisp shirt. I don’t want people to think I’m some sort of lazy, unkempt slob. I actually really care about my appearance. My face stays neatly shaven, my hair styled, and clothes - when I can find them in my size - are reasonably tasteful. My glasses frames are updated each year in an attempt to elevate my look, or at least take people’s glances away from other parts.

At the airport, I grab a bagel and a coffee, then wait as close to the line as I can to board. Don’t panic. You’re going to fit. Everything’s going to be fine. It’s a short flight, anyways. A mantra I’ve begun to chant in my head as the boarding process begins. I offer a smile to the man who scans my barcode for two tickets and he looks up for the second passenger.

“Oh, uh, it’s just for me.” He acknowledges by nodding me over to continue boarding. I practically hold my breath as I wedge myself between the aisle. Most people brace their carry ons, but I have to brace myself.

Thankfully, no one is in my row, otherwise they’d have to get up to let me through. I plop down and immediately appreciate the forethought to buy two seats. I’m positively squished between the plane wall and armrest.

“Um, excuse me?” Fuck. I look up.

“Are those your bags? Do you want me to put them up here?

“Uh, I’m actually supposed to have this seat.” I try to speak just loud enough for her to hear and no other passengers. She glances down at her phone and back up.

“23 B?” My face flushes as I realize what’s happened. They’ve given up my seat.

“I-I’m so sorry,” I stutter, utterly embarrassed. “I was supposed to…They weren’t supposed to -“ The line behind her grew and we were drawing attention.

“That’s okay! Here,” she reached for my bag and in a daze, I handed it to her. She was so short she couldn’t get it in the overhead compartment all the way and I wanted to disappear. She scooted in and I tried leaning as far as I could into the wall, my side squishing into her armrest. At that moment, I realized I forgot to ask for the seatbelt extender. My ears started ringing and I desperately wanted to get off this flight.

“I’m so sorry…” I began, but she cut me off.

“For what? Don’t apologize.” She finished shoving her bag under her seat and smiled at me.

An older gentleman plopped down next to her and scowled at me. I looked down as he muttered something I was grateful I couldn’t understand. Fuck. How am I going to get the extender now?

“Um, excuse me?” I leaned over slightly to look at the man who’d just joined our row. I’d just about rather die than have to move. He looked up.

“I’m sorry, but I have to get up.”

The man scowled. “Ugh, shouldn’t they have weight limits on these things?” My heart dropped.

“Wow, that was rude.” The girl beside me said pointedly and the man scoffed. I tried to sink down and away into my chair, my face hot with embarrassment.

“I tried to buy two seats…” I began and the girl cut me off.

“You don’t owe him an explanation. He just wants an excuse to be miserable,” the girl turned and whispered to me. I tried to smile but felt like my lip might quiver, so I mouthed “thank you.”

“Everything okay over here?” A slim flight attendant asked, primarily to me.

“Uh, yeah. I-I think I need a…” I tried gesturing to the seatbelt so I wouldn’t have to say it out loud, but she looked puzzled. I gulped, feeling my heart rate rise and willing myself to stop sweating.

“An extender” it was barely audible, but the guy two seats away looked at me with disgust and shook his head. The flight attendant nodded and retreated to find one. I looked out the window so I could get my emotions in check.

“You okay?” The girl whispered. Thank God she was small, otherwise I’d be squishing her.

I nodded, fearing my voice might crack, and swallowed hard. “Thank you.”

“People can be so unkind.” The tenderness in her voice allowed me to look up and I offered her the best smile I could muster up.

The flight attendant came back with the extender and explained how to connect it. I did it as quickly as possible and willed the plane to take off.

The girl made polite conversation with me which calmed my nerves a bit.

“Are you on the connecting flight or stopping at Atlanta?”

“Connecting flight.”

“Cool. I’m sorry they gave up your seat.”

“It’s okay. It sucks that I’m out of the money, though.” I admitted.

“That’s so fucked up. Sorry, messed up. So you paid for two seats but only got one?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, if you get stuck in the same position next flight, I’d be happy to be your seat buddy again.”

I shook my head, “oh, no. That’s very kind of you, but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable the whole trip.” Secretly, I was terrified of getting sat next to someone who wasn’t as kind as her.

“I’m not uncomfortable at all. Plus, you’d be doing me a favor. I get nervous on planes sometimes and it’s nice to talk to someone.” She smiled reassuringly and I almost believed her.

“Sorry, what was your name?”

“Oh, Leslie! Nice to meet you…?”

“Ian,” I smiled, a bit more sincerely this time.

We kept talking and I tried not making it obvious how squished I was between her armrest, but you could easily tell.

“Do you want to move that?” She asked after I’d wiggled around a bit.

“Oh, no. It’s fine.”

“It won’t bother me, but I can’t promise I won’t fall asleep on you.” I felt my face flush and let out a laugh.

“Are you sure?”

“Here,” she raised it for me and my fat immediately pooled out. I looked away, embarrassed. Thank God it still wasn’t touching her, by some miracle. I glanced at her and she had looked away as well. Fuck.

“Sorry” I muttered.

“It’s okay.” She placed her hand on my thigh just above my knee and I felt my breath hitch. She was just being nice.

“Thanks,” I looked out the window and she moved her hand away.

Several minutes later, she had fallen asleep on me. She wasn’t kidding. I tried not to move as I rummaged through my bag for my AirPods. She stirred and jerked up.

“I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind. I was trying not to wake you.”

“I’m sure you don’t mind a random stranger sleeping on you,” she chuckled and I grinned in response. “If I fall asleep again, can you wake me when they come by with the snacks?”

“Of course.”

In about 30 minutes, the snack carts came out so I gently nudged Leslie who’d fallen asleep on me again.

“Sorry,” she yawned sleepily. “Thanks for waking me.”

“No problem.”

“Hey, want to get a wine with me?”

“Won’t that make you sleepier?”

“Maybe! Who knows?”

“Two cabernets, please.” She held out her card and I protested.

“No, I got it.” I fumbled for my wallet.

“I insist,” and she handed her card to the flight attendant.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to. I invited you to day drink with me. Cheers.”

“Cheers.” I couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you.”

The plane lands and most people eagerly stand up. I wait behind, definitely not eager to bump into anyone. Leslie stands and asks if we can walk to the gate together so we can board the connecting flight together, and I’m extremely grateful.

“Sure.” When most of the people have left, Leslie scoots out and waits for me. I don’t want her to see me struggle to get out of my seat, but it’s inevitable. “I gotta lose some weight,” I try to laugh it off, but I must be a pretty pathetic sight, wobbling and shifting myself over the seats in order to get into the aisle.

She doesn’t respond and I regret pointing out my size, but she still waits as I reach for my bag. Before slinging it down, I notice her staring where my shirt should be covering my stomach, but considering the reaching, it might have ridden up. My face flushes and I throw my bag over my shoulder as quickly as I can, letting Leslie go first.

“Hungry?”

“Oh, no…I just had a bagel.” But I was hungry, and I would be before the next flight.

“We have about an hour before boarding. Maybe we should get something to go for the plane?”

I considered it. “Sure, whatever you want.”

The only respectable restaurant was a shitty Ruby Tuesdays and we decided to eat in. I was able to wedge myself into the booth but it was tight.

“Here, why don’t we move to the bar?” Leslie asked, noticing the tight space.

“Oh no, I don’t mind…”

“You don’t have to be uncomfortable.” She stated.

I thought over my words carefully and explained “I’m just not sure I’ll fit there, either.”

“Oh. I’m sorry. Do you want to try? I’ll keep our seat here.”

“Um, sure.” I hefted my weight and tried to keep my cool. The bar stools didn’t have armrests which was a blessing. It was still difficult to fit, but it was better than the booth. I came back to grab our bags and she thanked me, following me to the bar.

“You know, you don’t have to do this. I really appreciate it but I’m okay.” She frowned.

“I like this. I like getting to know you. I’d rather hang out with you than wait alone.” She was so sweet. “Want another drink?”

“Sure.”

We continued talking and I forgot why I was ever anxious in the first place. We ordered another round and I could tell she was starting to feel it. I was getting a little uncomfortable when her glances started going towards my body, so I reached into my bag and pulled over a hoodie. Did she…frown?

“You’re really hard to read,” I confessed.

“How so?” She propped herself up on her elbow and looked at me quizzically.

“I don’t know,” I shook my head. “I just don’t get you.” She smiled coyly.

“I’m an enigma,” she stated with jazz hands for added flair.

“Well, I’m enjoying myself a lot more than I was earlier, so thank you.”

“You don’t have to keep thanking me and apologizing. I’m equally enjoying it.” She placed her hand on my thigh and I realized I’d been bouncing my leg anxiously for who knows how long. I didn’t know what to make of her. Friendly, sweet, kind, adorable. Now I have another reason for not wanting to get on the plane…I don’t want this to end.

Leslie orders some appetizers to share and an entree for herself. I try to choose something moderately healthy, so I stick to the grilled chicken sandwich.

“Here, try” she pushes over her appetizer plates to me and I take small bites.

“They’re good.”

“Have more,” she begins forking them onto my plate.

“Whoa, no, that’s okay,” I try to protest but she’s in the middle of loading up my plate.

“I won’t finish them,” she counters, and I oblige, trying not to make a pig of myself.

I try not to eat everything to save face, despite my obvious physique that says I likely have never turned down food before. I order another drink and Leslie is practically staring at me now. I shift uncomfortably in my seat and try sucking in my belly.

“You’re full?”

“Oh, um yeah.”

“We shouldn’t let it go to waste.”

“You ordered them,” I remind her.

“Pleaseeeee,” she’s tipsy now and there’s something in her eyes I can’t quite pinpoint.

“Really?” I laugh. “Why do you want me to finish these? Why not just save them for later?”

“Because you’ll be hungry later, too.”

“Bold of you to assume.” I counter.

“Is it though?” I don’t think she intended malice, but the words sting a little.

“I’m sorry, I just…I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I’m sorry, that was dumb.” She covered her face with her hands.

“It’s okay.“ I pause. She doesn’t say anything. It’s quiet besides her fork scraping against the plate.

“I just, I’m sorry I’m so awkward,” she sighed. “I think you’re really cute.”

I stop mid-bite. “What?” Garbled by the food in my mouth.

She covers her face with her hands again.

I finish swallowing, heart pounding in my chest. “Really?”

“Yes really. I thought I’d made it obvious. I was so nervous.” She confessed.

It took me a second to compute. It made sense. The quick glances, an excuse to put her hand on my leg, insisting on buying my wine.

“It’s so cute when you do that.”

“Do what?”

“You blush.” I could feel my cheeks burning even brighter. We were sitting so close to each other I could smell the sweet rosé on her breath.

She leaned in closer. “You’re seriously so handsome.” I think my heart leapt into my throat and I had to swallow it down. Was this happening?

The bartender interrupted and asked if we wanted to close out, which we did. It gave me a moment to gain my composure.

“You don’t think I’m too…big?” I was afraid to ask. She shook her head and barely audibly answered “I like bigger guys.” Holy shit.

We had to run to our gate and we were both giddy. I offered her my hand and she took it, two wildly different strangers running through an airport together. “I booked two seats…” I explained as they checked my boarding pass and Leslie chimed in “I don’t mind sitting next to him if it’s a full flight. I’m 18 A.”

“Thanks, looks like you might have to. Hang tight.”

“You can give my seat to someone else.” She insisted and the boarding director looked at me and I shrugged.

“Alright, miss,” and he scanned all three tickets.

“I’ll go first to make sure there’s enough room.” Wow. My anxiety was no match for her.

“Excuse me, ‘scuse us,” she’d loudly announce when people’s bags were in my way. I was beyond grateful. We took our seats and I thanked her.

“No more thanking me!” And she pulled her armrest up.

“I’m so cold.”

“Here,” I peeled off my hoodie and felt the cool air hit my stomach when my shirt rode up. “I’m sure it’s way too big, but -“

“Thank you.” She eagerly accepted it and draped it over her, cuddling into me. My heart thudded obnoxiously in my chest.

“Is this okay?” She asked timidly.

“Of course,” I placed an arm around her. Whoever gets sat next to us would probably think we’re a couple on vacation, and I loved that. It was an older, middle aged woman with a smug expression on her face. She first looked at me and practically grimaced. Leslie noticed and placed her arm around my stomach where my waistline would be if it wasn’t covered in fat. I got chills.

It was the tiny nuances that she noticed. How I could use some help maneuvering the aisle, when someone made a comment or just gave a look of disapproval. She was trying to offset it, remind me that I’m not as despicable as they act like I am. Like I’m not a huge waste of space, an eyesore, an inconvenience.

“This is nice.” She sighed into me, arm still wrapped around me.

“So nice,” I agree. She rhythmically rubs her thumb over my stomach and I get goosebumps. I don’t think I’ve ever been touched like this. Sure, I’ve been in relationships and had a couple hookups, but no one ever wanted to touch my body. It was a foreign feeling to have someone actually want to. She looked so small, especially next to me.

“We barely know each other and look at us,” I whispered. She looked up at me excitedly.

“Let’s get to know each other. What’s your favorite color?”

“Blue, yours?”

“Mine too! Favorite food?”

“Anything,” I snickered. “Can you tell?”

“Ha, ha. Alright, how tall are you?”

“Six foot, you?”

“Holy shit. Guess.”

“Hmm, 5’2?”

“Nope. Five foot.”

“Five feet?! That’s it?”

She nodded, stifling a laugh. We were quiet for a little, the hum of the plane and alcohol making us sleepy.

“I really like this.”

“Me too.” I couldn’t believe this was happening. I didn’t want the plane to take off. I wanted to sit with her like this forever.

#ffa #female fat admirer #fat admirer #female feeder #feedist #weight gain encourager #intentional weight gain #feedist confessions #fat love #feedist fiction

[neowinestainedress]

miss ma'am villain jeno is driving me crazy so can you write a drabble for jeno with rough sex? anal? as long as it's him, anything is okay. go wild.

w!: villain jeno + rough anal sex (size difference, manhandling, two seconds of oral sex (f), full nelson, standing sex, kinda implied ‘‘‘‘enemies’’’’ with benefits???)

a/n: feel you he’s looking a little too hot and he’s a little too good at what he does ugh. so let’s not be surprised that this is longer than it should’ve been. enjoy!!

“You shouldn’t be here,” you say when you see Jeno stand there in front of you after turning around from the counter. Black hair pulled back in a comma hairstyle, thick silver necklace around his neck, white shirt covered with a blue jacket, black jeans and gloves that signalled you he passed by with his motorbike. 

Jeno scoffs, sitting on the stool in front of you. “Your shift is over in ten, came by to give you a ride. And no, no need to thank me.” 

You huff, turning around to put back in place the last glasses you finished cleaning. “I didn’t ask you.” 

“No, you didn’t,” he replies, resting his elbow on the desk. “You’re too busy listening to what people have to say about me.” 

Jeno is known for being a bad influence. He has a bad reputation, and you always knew it. Just like you knew you should’ve kept your distance from him. But you’re not really good at it. 

“Wait outside,” is the only answer you give him, walking to the storage room of the club to get changed and finally get home. 

The drive to your place is quiet, you hold onto his waist afraid to fall, letting the wind blow over you. And when you reach your door you think he will leave, but he doesn’t. He follows you, as if it’s normal, as if his feet know exactly where to drag him. 

“Thank you,” you say, turning around — big mistake — hoping he will get the message and leave.

“Thank you?” He repeats, raising a brow. “You have been avoiding me for a month straight, and the only thing you can say is thank you?” 

You sigh, looking at your feet because you can’t keep up with him. “Do you even know what people say about you?” 

Jeno scoffs, shaking his head. “So what? Maybe they’re right. Maybe I’m a bad guy. Maybe I’m the villain. And maybe I like it?” The smirk forming on his face makes you shiver, but not from fear. You can feel the excitement rise on your skin and down between your legs. 

“And you, baby?” He asks, leaning down, soft lips brushing against your earlobe. “It didn’t seem like you cared about those voices about me when I had you screaming and moaning underneath me.” 

That’s all it takes for your fake walls to come crashing down. You know it’s useless to even try to put them up in the first place, but damn, you went on for a whole month without him, so how is it so easy for him to crash back into you as if nothing happened? 

“Come inside,” you tell him after opening the door and in a second, not only Jeno is inside the walls of your place, but he’s all over you. 

He’s kissing you hard and rough, hands gripping your waist as if he’s afraid you’ll leave him, again. 

You know that when you run away from each other, there’s nothing that can save you when you come back. Jeno might be an asshole to everybody else, but he needs you, and you need him too. But you run away, you play cat and mouse and he doesn’t like it. 

“Jeno, fuck,” you moan when his thigh presses between your legs, rubbing your clit from your clothes. 

“What, baby? Now you want me?” 

You glare at him, afraid he might give you a taste of your own medicine and leave you high and dry. And he thought about it before, but Jeno can’t let you go. 

So he lifts you up, making you yelp in surprise, walking to your bedroom as if it is his place. 

“Need you so badly,” he almost groans, roughly taking off his clothes, almost ripping them at the strength he’s applying, before he crawls to you on the bed, intense gaze piercing your soul, your thighs squeezing together to hide the effect he has on you. 

“Don’t hide it,” Jeno whispers, spreading your legs with force. “I know you want this. I know you can’t get enough of me.” 

You groan when he roughly takes your clothes off, leaving you bare to his gaze before he dives between your legs, nose rubbing against your clit before he starts sucking avidly. 

You try to enjoy the pleasure but it doesn’t last long because Jeno can’t keep it in anymore. He ran after you for so long, trying to get a taste of you again but you always avoided him, disappearing before he could reach you and he needs to make up for the lost time. 

So he’s all over you again, hands fast at taking off your shirt and bra and hips rolling against you, making you feel how hard he is, how much he aches for you. And in a second he turns you over. Sometimes you forget how strong he is, how easy it is for him to manhandle you however he likes, however he wants you. 

“Jeno, please,” you can only moan when he presses your face down against the pillow and slaps your ass. 

“Please, what?” 

“Fu-fuck me, please,” you plead, looking back at him from your shoulders. 

“Keep begging while I look for something,” he says, an evil smirk on his face that makes you shiver for a second. 

But you do as he says, begging him over and over again, trying to make up for the entire weeks you spent avoiding him because you were too busy listening to what other people had to say about him. 

You groan when you feel a cold liquid drip between your ass and his finger slip inside you, surprising you. That wasn’t the first time doing anal but you weren’t expecting he wanted it now. You thought he was eager to have you again. 

“Surprised?” He chuckles, inserting another finger. 

You shake your head, not really having the strength to give him an explanation. And after a while, you get why he wants to fuck you there. Jeno doesn’t wait, his fingers are out of you quickly and you can feel his cock prod against you.

You’re not as afraid as you should be because you know you can take him, as big as he is, it’s like you were made just for him. So your body is relaxed enough for his lubricated cock to slip into you with ease, making the both of you moan. 

“I knew it, always so good for me,” he groans before his hands wrap around your waist and he starts moving in and out of you. “I’m gonna fuck your pretty ass rough and deep — fuck — just how you like it.” 

“Yes, please,” you beg, shoulders dropping against the mattress and hands clenching around the sheets as you can feel him hit deep inside of you. 

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well,” he groans when his eyes look where he’s thrusting fast and rough inside you. He knows you don’t let anybody else fuck you like that. He knows you can beg anybody else to fuck your pussy but nobody gets your ass. You only trust him. You only let him ruin you like this. 

And that thought makes something snap in him. 

“What are —” 

You don’t have time to ask why he pulled out of you out of nowhere because he flips you around again, grabbing you by an ankle and dragging you to the edge of the bed before he lifts you up.

“Sink down,” he orders and you do, sitting on his lap, wobbly legs trying to find balance as you let his cock fill you up again. 

“Want — want me to ride you?” You ask innocently, turning to stare at him, dark eyes looking at you with a teasing gaze. 

“Oh, no, baby,” he whispers before his arms slip behind your knees, holding them up with his elbow, and locking you in place with his fingers behind your neck. 

“Fuck,” you moan when he stands up and start slamming you on his cock, the position forcing you to look down and see how your pussy is dripping on the floor and how his cock he’s stretching you out.

“You love this, don’t you?” He grins, throwing his head back before he focuses on you again. “Squeezing my cock so tight, I can — fuck — barely thrust out of you.” 

“You feel so good.”

“Always so ready for me,” he teases you, fucking you up and down, moving you so easily as if you’re nothing but a fleshlight. “You — fuck — only try to fight me in front of the world but then you — nggh — crawl to me. Beg for my cock to ruin you.” 

You whine when he lifts you up and turns you around, this time walking to the closest wall and pressing you against it. 

Jeno’s breathing heavily as he stares at your wrecked face and wet pleading eyes telling him to keep fucking you and make you come. 

“Silly girl,” he whispers before kissing you hard, grabbing your wrist with one hand and holding you up once his dick is inside you again, hips pressing you against the hard surface behind you. “Silly little girl thinking that anybody — fuck — else could make her feel as good as I do.” 

“No, I know, nobody’s like you,” you reply, rolling your head back because you can feel him so deeply it’s like he’s fucking your brain out. 

“I know you know,” he coos. “But it’s better to listen to voices from the streets, isn’t it?” He growls, staring at you intensely, so much that your eyes close but he forces them open by cupping your cheeks. “Look at me,” he orders. “Could’ve — fuck — could’ve had this all this time but you had to run away from me. Maybe you like the rush, don’t you? Love knowing I’m somewhere going crazy over you, looking for you everywhere.” 

Your head nods lazily, eyes blinking repeatedly to focus on him, but the tears are making it hard to do it. 

“So pretty when you cry,” he whispers, kissing you again, squeezing your wrists harder, the rhythm of his hips shifting, telling you he was close. “So pretty when you moan for me.” 

Your body shakes, the knot in your stomach getting incredibly tighter and you don’t have time to warn him when you come, ass clenching around his cock, sucking him and pussy squeezing around nothing. Your chest presses against his, while his body twists closer to you, keeping you pressed between his broad chest and the wall as he comes inside you, filling you until he’s sure there’s nothing more he can give you. 

“Fuck,” he whispers, chest panting heavily and forehead resting against your shoulder for a few seconds as you both come down from the high. 

When he lifts his head again you can swear his eyes are slightly glossy, looking into yours with a soft gaze, while his hand caresses your cheek. 

“Please, don’t believe what people say about me,” he whispers. “I know I’m not a saint, but I would never hurt you.” 

“I know,” you reply. Because it’s true, whatever bad people he was getting mixed up with had nothing to do with you. 

“Promise you won’t leave me like this again?” He asks, walking you to the bed again. 

“Only if you pick me up with your motorbike every night.” 

“Mmh,” Jeno pretends to think about it. “I don’t know, can I fuck you like this every time we come back home?”

#anon answered #jeno smut #lee jeno smut #jeno scenarios #nct dream smut #nct smut #why is this not showing up in the tags #going to sleep if tomorrow is still not there i'll repost this

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Bkdk short fic

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Katsuki just got his license! Finally! Now he can beat Deku!

“Kacchan! Now we can be hero partners!!” Speak of the devil and he shall come. A groan escapes Katsuki’s throat.

“For fucks sake! Is that all you fucking care about?!? Not worried I’m gonna beat your ass?” Katsuki scoffs.

“Of course not! I’ve planned our entire future together!”

“You- you what?!?”

“Yeah! Like here’s our engagement rings…” Izuku rummaged through his pockets. “Here’s the wedding rings.” Izuku pulls out a photo next as the rest of the class starts to gather and watch in awe. “Here’s the design your mother made for your wedding dress for our wedding day. And here’s mine.”

“WHEN THE FUCK DID YOU GET MY MOM TO DRAW THIS SHIT?!?” Katsuki gapes, looking at the designs.

“Well, you know she’s always been a supporter of us!” Katsuki looks at him in confusion. What the fuck is the nerd talking about?!?

“I like how Bakugou is upset about the fact that his mother designed it without asking him rather than the fact it’s a dress!” Mina laughs, taking the pictures from Izuku.

“Kacchan and I planned to both wear dresses at our wedding!”

“WHEN WE WERE THREE!”

“Yup! And ever since I’ve been planning and saving my money for our wedding!” Izuku smiles brightly.

“Wait… Deku… how much money do you have saved up???” Ochako asks confused.

“Uh… a lot. Enough to have the most luxurious wedding ever.” Izuku laughs nervously.

“YOU TOLD ME YOU WERE BROKE!!” Ochako yells at him. “YOU LIAR!! You’re filthy rich!!”

“Did you know about this Bakugou?!” Kirishima asks.

“FUCK NO! I practically forgot about that shit when we were 3?!?” Katsuki is holding one of the rings in shock. “THIS SHIT IS EVEN MY FUCKING SIZE?!?”

“And it matches your hero costume and pretty much every clothes in your closet! Then it’s also made so you can wear it while working, nothing sharp or jagged so you can’t hurt yourself or anyone else by accident! Then the dress comes with…” Izuku starts to rant, pulling out more sheets of folded paper. “Gauntlets made out of red roses! You’ll have a flower crown made of orange flowers and red flowers. Your dress is mostly white with red and orange accents and some black! I made sure to make your heels like boots that even in an emergency scenario you can fight in them!”

The class gathers to watch as Izuku describes the most perfect wedding plan they have ever heard. Especially for pro heroes. Every outfit, every accessory, is made to be able to handle a battle or be used in a battle if necessary. Even involving hidden weapons. Each small detail outlined on several sheets of paper.

“Midoriya… do you just… carry this everywhere?!?” Kaminari asks, concerned.

“Of course! I have a special pocket for it all in my hero costume! In case I need to update anything! Like if Kacchan gets a new scar! Or even if I get hurt! I want to make sure our wedding is absolutely perfect! Even if something goes wrong!” Izuku stands proudly.

“Deku…” Katsuki looks at him, blushing.

“Y-yes… Kacchan??” Izuku suddenly realizes he just spilled a lot of embarrassing things and is getting ready to be yelled at.

“Get the fuck here, right fucking now!” Katsuki growls, pointing to the ground in front of him. Izuku whimpers and steps closer, only to be grabbed by the collar and dragged into a kiss. Izuku’s world explodes.

He just kissed Kacchan. Kacchan kissed him. And is still kissing?!? And Izuku melts into it as he can hear giggles and cheers as well as photos being taken. “Uh, Kacchan…?” Izuku breathes heavily as they separate.

“What need?” Katsuki’s ears blush.

“Does this mean we’re engaged now? Should I get the rings?” Izuku blinks while blushing like crazy.

“Fuck yeah.”

“YOU GUYS ARE FIRST YEARS IN HIGH SCHOOL!” Iida shouts. “You shouldn’t be planning a marriage when you have to work to be a hero! Or even a student!”

“But that’s the thing Four-Eyes! Deku already did the planning. There’s nothing to plan!” Katsuki wraps his arm around Izuku’s shoulder with a smug look. “I always said I wanted my partner to be decisive and smart.”

“Kacchan?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we kiss again??”

“Yeah, yeah. Alright. C’mere.” They go for another heated kiss, this time with plenty of tongue. The others have to snap them out of their make out session. Oh yeah. They’re going to be great.

“I call the cat in the divorce.” Katsuki smirks playfully at Izuku.

“DIVORCE?!?” Izuku gasps. “OH MY GOD! I didn’t plan for a divorce!! I have to go and plan everything!! Oh who will get the squirrel-proof bird feeder?!? Who will get the couch?!!? And the merch collection?!?” Izuku starts to panic.

“Nerd. Chill. I’m joking.” Katsuki rolls his eyes. “We’re not getting a divorce. You don’t have to plan for it.”

“BUT WHAT IF YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND?!?” Izuku starts to sob.

“Izuku.” Katsuki says sternly. Izuku looks at him in shock.

“Oh… okay. Thanks Kacchan.” Izuku smiles, wiping his tears.

“Big crybaby.”

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Can you please do promot 10 and 12 with Sam wilson please?

.⋆｡The Cleansing Rain｡⋆.

Sam Wilson x plus size reader

The fight was bad, really bad but neither of you wanted to stop loving the other

Warnings: mentions of the snap, fighting, angst, implied ptsd

WC: 752

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The fight had lasted for days and you both were exhausted. It had sparked over something insignificant that you couldn’t really give a shit about anymore and then blew up to the point where you and Sam were screaming in each other’s faces.

Sam felt you were pulling away from him, not as loving as you used to be. You returned back that he was dead for five years and you had to learn to live without him. 

You thought Sam was being entitled to your affections when he did nothing for you in return. He snapped that he had a job to do, he and Bucky had to protect people who couldn’t protect themselves.

But everything broke down when you wondered if the relationship was even worth saving. It was obvious that you had changed immensely since the blip while your partner was left behind to pick up the pieces of what used to be his life while still trying to be a hero.

“If you aren’t happy here then just fucking leave!” You screamed at him but really you were begging him not to go.

“You know what I think I will because I can’t stand this shit anymore.” But he was pleading to stay. 

“Go!” Tears burned behind your eyes but you refused to let them fall, refused to let him see how you were breaking all over again.

“Fine!” The front door slammed behind him, shaking the foundations of your home and your heart. You didn’t see the way his shoulders fell, he didn’t see how you crumbled.

He left without saying ‘I love you’. You let him go without saying ‘I love you’.

That was almost a week ago and you felt like you were dying. The house was too quiet, your bed too empty. Every time the old floorboards creaked, your head shot up, expecting to see Sam in the doorway, a bright smile on his face, his dark eyes sparkling. But he was never there. 

You kept the TV on constantly, too scared of the silence. So that’s how you heard about the storm. 

Sam hated storms, he always had. He’d always get scared when lightning struck and thunder rolled. The night he asked you to be his girlfriend was during a storm like the one about to hit Louisiana. He had burst into your home, eyes wide with fear and collapsed into your arms, his whole body trembling. You wrapped him up in the softest blanket you could find and distracted him with things from shitty puns to singing to him. And when the power finally gave out, he took you into his arms and asked you to be his.

As the skies darkened above the small ocean town, anxiety bubbled in your stomach. ‘Was Sam somewhere safe?’ ‘Who was looking out for him?’ ‘Did they know what to do if he had an attack?’

Before you could think, your shoes were on and you were out the door. There were only two places he would be- his sister’s or Bucky’s. The first drops of rain started to fall as you ran through the streets, gunning for Sarah’s house.

Your feet pounded against the pavement in time with the beating of your heart. The fog closed in around you as fat water droplets smacked you in the face, getting more intense by the second. 

Yet still you ran.

“Y/N!” The voice was distant, muffled but it was still the voice you needed to hear the most. 

“Sam!” His silhouette stood against the blur of the rain.

You collided together almost painfully but you didn’t care. His arms were around you again, you both were whole again. “Sam I’m sorry I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that you were being selfish.” He shook his head and squeezed your thick waist even tighter.

“I was being selfish. You were doing so much for me and I did nothing to help you.” You laughed sadly, your tears mixing with the rain. 

“Maybe we were both being dumb.” He laughed that laugh you loved so much and your chest warmed even though your clothes were now thoroughly soaked through with frigid water.

“Maybe we were.” Your arms wrapped around his neck and brought his lips closer to yours.

“Come home.” You whispered just above the din of the storm.

“I’m already home.” And as he kissed you in the freezing rain, all the pain was washed away, even if it was just for a little while.

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sacrifice

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“Does it get lonely?” Akechi asks. “Being a god?”

Akira snorts. He’s hunched over his own creation, room-sized hands polishing massive bits of metal. One of these days, Akechi should ask him what he’s doing. One of these days, it might make a difference. “I'm not a god?”

“Oh?” Akechi smiles, wide enough for Akira to see. He shifts on the embroidered pillow he’s perched on. The cushion’s larger than his mother’s house. Akechi pretends the thought doesn’t make him cower. “So, the sacrifices, the temple, the cult at your door—all of those are just for show?”

Akira pulls a needle from—somewhere. Hammerspace surrounds him. Akechi'd be lying if he said he wasn’t the most dangerous entity he’s ever seen. It's good thing he’s practiced, then. “I suppose gods’ sacrifices wouldn’t ask these types of questions.”

“Do you mind?”

“No.” Akira shrugs. He threads the needle, adding leather to the handle of something that almost looks like a sickle. At least, if the blade didn’t spiral inward like a fractal. “At least, I don’t think so.”

“You can’t tell?”

“A god would mind. I don’t know. I like hearing about your life.”

All at once, Akechi has the urge to scoot closer to him. He’s sitting on a cushion to the side of Akira's—desk is a generous word, considering it’s the size of a cliff and carved from a species of wood Akechi's never seen in his life. The set-up is enchanting, inviting. It makes Akechi feel special, to be here. It’d be effortless to close the gap.

Akechi freezes, warning lights blaring in his mind. His hand twitches for the sword at his side. With a tremendous amount of effort, Akechi retracts it. He must soften his edges, appear something like innocent, for his mission.

This—flirting is dangerous. The longer his enemy does so instead of showing his true, monstrous colors, the more dangerous it becomes. Akechi shouldn’t be this close.

There’s nothing Akechi can do but persist. “Time is all we have, I suppose. I understand wanting to find ways to pass it.”

Akira snorts again, dropping the needle. “Sure.” Akechi doesn’t flinch as it clatters against the desk, doesn’t move as Akira reaches for a cloth the size of a bedsheet. He can’t stop his palms from sweltering. “I'm surprised I couldn’t convince you to pick up a hobby. It does get boring down here.”

“I can entertain myself well enough.” Studying the giant would be Akechi’s hobby, if it wasn’t already his job. That, and sharpening his skills for the day of reckoning: slashing matchsticks as long as his leg whenever Akira turns his back. He didn’t sacrifice himself to the demon’s dimension without an army as backup, ready to strike the second Akechi finds his weakness. That would be foolish.

Almost as foolish as believing Akira when he says he cares.

Akechi says, for the sake of learning weaknesses and nothing else, “If you’re not a god, then what species are you?”

Akira doesn’t look up, polishing the long, cold blade with a soft cloth. “I’m just condemned, I guess.”

Akechi laughs. He’s self-aware enough, at least, to know his side will lose the war. And then, Akechi will have the commander right where he wants. And then—well. Akechi asks, “By whom?”

“I fucked up.” From this far down, his face is impossible to read. It’s easier to pretend Akechi's at a disadvantage than acknowledging Akira has the most impressive poker face he’s ever seen. “I didn’t mean any harm, but someone thought I did. I'm trapped here for as long as they see fit. We’re all bugs to be squashed by someone, I suppose.”

Fucking rich, considering Akechi's almost been on the wrong side of Akira's boot several times. Still, Akechi smiles. “And, what are you? You didn’t answer my question.”

The blade is otherworldly in the pale light of Akira's room. Akechi watches as Akira finishes, heaving an object that weighs as much as a house into a drawer. When he turns to Akechi, his gaze is readable, sharp. “I don’t think I need to be anything. It’s restricting. What matters is that I'm here, and what I can do with the tools I have.”

Akechi steels himself, trying not to feel like a bug pinned to a corkboard. “Wouldn’t it be nice to define yourself? To describe yourself?”

“For what? For other people? Or for your own sake?”

Akechi rests a hand on his chin, forcing himself to relax, a little, into their usual back-and-forth. “For others, I suppose.”

“You tell me.” All at once, Akechi's veins turn to ice, as Akira tilts his head and says, “You never told me your given name.”

Because Akechi doesn’t have one. Because he remembers his mother—her warnings, the fear in her eyes, the scars, the blood, her cold, limp embrace—and there’s nothing else Akechi wants to honor. There’s no one else he’s doing this for. He’s an Akechi, he’s Akechi, and if Akira peeled back the walls of his heart with a sword-like claw, he’d find nothing beyond that.

The perfect soldier. The unwanted child. The burden of a son—his identity doesn’t matter. He’s here, he’s going to slay this monster, and he’s going to take revenge on the commander who ruined his life. That’s final.

“You’re right, I suppose.” Akira rumbles, snapping Akechi out of his thoughts.

It’s been a minute since Akechi was supposed to respond. Akira's looking right at him, eyes the size of Akechi's head locked onto his pathetic—no, not pathetic, Akira's just freakishly oversized—form. Akechi keeps his tone level when he asks, “What?”

“I didn’t answer your question.” Akira crosses his arms, placing his head in the crook of his elbow. Akechi freezes, instinctually, at the proximity. “It does get lonely, around here.”

Akechi's limbs threaten to tremble. It’s his weakness—all this time, and he still freezes up when Akira when levels his full attention on him. It’s the size. It’s the strength. It’s the fact that he’s taking off his mask to look someone the size of his finger in the eye. All Akechi can manage is, “O—oh.”

“But, it’s not so bad.” Akira smiles, then, unmasked gaze turning soft. “I have you, after all.”

Akechi hunches his shoulders, hand tightening around the hilt of his sword. He doesn’t look back.

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[lcnelyghost]

Can you do the Evan’s dating a plus size girl? 🤭🫶🏻❤️

all that you are//the evan’s

pairings; fem reader with tate langdon, kit walker, kyle spencer, jimmy darling, and james patrick march

rating; pg13!

warnings; slight harsh language, body shaming, bullying

a/n: sorry to everyone that might not like what i’m gonna say, but i only write for the evan’s until they go up to season five with james. yes, i have watched the other seasons. i LOVE gallant and edward mott, but i won’t be pairing them with a female reader for obvious reasons. rory and jeff didn’t satisfy me all that much, and i still have mixed feelings on kai. yeah, i also like austin, but i don’t really know if i have that special little connection to his character yet. and no, am i fuck gonna write for jeffrey. that’s something that i’ll never feel comfortable doing.

Tate Langdon;

• Tate couldn’t give a shit about how you looked, he loved you for how you truly were. From the way you treated him, he already knew that you had a heart of gold.

• He loves how you guys have the exact same style. You enjoy wearing baggy sweaters and jeans, much like himself. And he adores how confident you are when it came to wearing what you wanted.

• If any school girls even dared to make fun of you, well.. i’m pretty sure we know what would happen..

Kit Walker;

• If Kit falls in love with someone, it’s not for the breathtaking looks they’ve been blessed with. No. It’s simply for the fact that they have such a kind heart and a beautiful soul. That’s what Kit is truly attracted to.

• He admires every last bit of you. Size isn’t important to him, not at all.

• Kit fell for you, because you’re just you. You’re not hiding behind some mask or going around with a full face of makeup, nor trying to fit in with everyone, you’re you. And that’s certainly enough for him to love and cherish.

Kyle Spencer/Franken Kyle;

• Truth be told, the little soul can’t even tell the difference between you and other girls. Right enough, not that he would even care in the slightest.

• He gets really upset when he overhears Madison saying her usual shitty comments about you. Though that soon turns into a fit of laughter when Queenie punishes her for it.

• Kyle doesn’t have the kind of feeling to care enough when it comes to you’re size. You treat him in a way he’s always wanted to be treated, and he doesn’t need anything more than that.

Jimmy Darling;

• Uh, I think we’re aware that Jimmy couldn’t give a shit if you were big or not. We’ve seen enough to prove that, trust me..

• Most of the freaks respect you and treat you no differently from the others, Jimmy makes sure it stays like that.

• If Elsa even has the nerve to ask if you could be part of the show seeing as she thought you’re figure could be quite the ‘entertainment’ for some people, Jimmy would hit breaking point.

James Patrick March;

• James isn’t one for body shaming. His mother raised him to always respect a woman, and that her size shouldn’t matter to him. If she treats him right, then by all means he should show her the love and respect she deserves.

• He isn’t fussed about you’re weight. Mr March still buys you the best of the best. Including the fanciest clothes, jewellery, perfume, everything he’d buy for the woman he loves most!

• When the time comes around for his monthly dinner with the Countess, he’s sure to fire back at her sneaky, vulgar comments. Even Miss Evers will defend you as much as she can.

“And should we be expecting you’re new partner, James? I suppose the word ‘little’ isn’t a way to describe her.”

“You mean my loyal, new partner? Ah, yes. And I suppose that word isn’t something that we should mention when you’re the topic of conversation, hm?”

Yeah, he ain’t up for her bullshit today folks.

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[pudgecuddles]

Yoongi who’s not used to physical affection from Taehyung but still wants to show how much he loves him by feeding him. Which then turns to also surprising him with new clothes as he grows fatter. Before long, Yoongi has a massive Taehyung on his hands.

“This looks like kind of a lot, Yoongi.” Taehyung stared at the spread of take out in front of them.

“Yeah, maybe.” Yoongi rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “But hey, there’s always leftovers. Besides I know that Thai’s your favorite, you can have a little of everything and pack the rest away.”

Taehyung hummed, contemplating his options before shrugging and loading up his first plate with, like Yoongi said, a little of everything. “If I end up eating all of this, it’s your fault.”

Yoongi held up his hands in surrender. “Got it. Got it.”

Plopping themselves down on the sofa, they started up the movie they were going to watch, Ratatouille. It was Taehyung’s favorite movie and always inspired an appetite in him.

Needless to say, there were no leftovers that night.

-

“Heal me dammit!” Taehyung shouted as he tapped frantically on his keyboard. “Can we get a fucking Medic on our team already?! Red is pulverizing us! They have Uber already!”

The match ended shortly after, Blu team having failed to prevent the bomb from being pushed into their base.

Yoongi walked in with a platter of snacks just as Taehyung smacked his forehead in exasperation. “Did we really need three fucking Gibus Snipers? Really?”

“Playing casual matches again?” Yoongi was amused at how vocal Taehyung always got when he played his games. “You know that comp has better communication.”

“Yeah, but sometimes I just don’t wanna be roasted for maining Demoknight, okay? Casual doesn’t give a shit.”

“True.” Yoongi wanted to lean in and kiss his boyfriend sweetly, but hot embarrassment ran through him at the thought of potential rejection. Instead, he offered the tray to Taehyung. “I made you a consolation prize…”

Taehyung’s eyes bugged out at the sight of all his favorite snacks placed so prettily on the platter. “Yoongi, you shouldn’t have. That’s so sweet of you!” It didn’t matter to Taehyung in that moment that he had just eaten breakfast, or that he was actually trying to lose a few pounds. The kind, loving gesture from his boyfriend outranked silly little diets.

Taehyung grabbed a butter cracker dolloped with nutella and popped the whole thing in his mouth at once. “Mmmmmm…”

Yoongi took that as approval. “Well, I guess I’ll leave you to it-”

“Nuh-uh.” Taehyung swallowed audibly. “You’re always my good luck charm, I’m keeping you here.”

Taehyung stood up just then, pulling his tight shirt down his newly grown belly. Yoongi gulped at the sight. “I’ll stay.”

“Good, now come over here and sit.” Taehyung gestured towards his large, comfortable gaming chair.

Confused, Yoongi obediently sat on the chair, sinking into it’s softness. Hmm, this was nice.

Suddenly, all of Taehyung’s weight dropped onto Yoongi’s lap. “Oof! What-?”

“Sorry Yoongi, but you’re trapped now!” Taehyung grinned, lowering the chair so that he could reach the keyboard from his elevated position. “I knew you’d say no if I asked, so I tricked you.”

Cheeky brat. Yoongi Smiled, glad that his boyfriend was one to take initiative.

Taehyung got into queue for a new game as Yoongi tried to get comfortable. They have had Taehyung sit on Yoongi’s lap in the past, but this was different.

You see, Taehyung was 33 pounds heavier than last time, and Yoongi felt every ounce of it.

He knew only because he checked their scale’s history feature. Taehyung used to hover around 137 pounds, now the chubby boy clocked in at 170.

170 pounds sat right on Yoongi’s poor dick.

This was going to be a long match…

-

After months of weekly take out, and daily snacking sessions, it was about time that Taehyung started having trouble with his pants. He’d grown a little bottom heavy over time and he wasn’t sure how to feel about it. On one hand he really didn’t care what size he was, but on the other, he values Yoongi’s opinion more than anything in the world. What if he was grossed out by him?

Thoughts for later.

Grunting and groaning, Taehyung’s double belly wobbled viciously as he jumped up and down trying to squeeze his dimpled thunder thighs into his favorite pair of jeans. It’d been a while since he’s worn them, having defaulted to his comfier pair of sweats for the past month and a half while he was between jobs.

Now, he had a job interview in an hour and needed to wear something other than stained sweatpants and BO coated tank top. Besides, that one tended to leave a bit of his lower belly hanging out to jiggle for all to see. It was fine when he was at home alone or with Yoongi, but he somehow doubted that a potential employer would approve of it.

“Dammit!” Taehyung flopped onto his bed, causing the springs to creak from the sudden weight. “I guess 276 pounds is officially the limit for Levi’s…”

With a brief knock at the door, Yoongi came in to see Taehyung looking like someone gave up on pulling the pants up their too fat Barbie doll and just tossed it on their bed for later. “Taehyungie?”

“Don’t start. I know how I look.”

“I wasn’t gonna say anything.” Yoongi held up one hand in surrender, the other holding a medium sized box. “I actually brought you something that I think will help you out.”

Taehyung lifted his head, giving himself a double chin. “What is it? A present?”

“Kinda…” Yoongi blushed. “I saw the other day that you kept pulling down your shirt, so I decided to grab you some more clothes… Uhm, bigger ones.” He mumbled that last part, hoping that Taehyung didn’t take the gesture badly.

Taehyung again wasn’t sure how to feel. Yoongi went out of his way to cater to his larger size and buy him new clothes, that had to mean that he didn’t hate him right? Otherwise, Taehyung had no qualms about going up in size, it was just part of getting fatter.

“Thank you, Yoongi.” Taehyung smiled, deciding to be touched by the effort. “Lemme try ‘em on.”

The ones on top of the pile, XXL, fit perfectly.

Both men ignored the bottom pile of XXXXL outfits.

Besides, it was smart to have clothes with room to grow on hand.

-

“-Urp!- Can I have some more, Yoonie?” Taehyung burped politely into his fist. “I’m all out…” He set down his big gulp cup in the cup holder of their new sofa, Taehyung having broken their old one.

Yoongi called out from the kitchen, “Coming up!” The sound of a blender cut out anything else he might have said.

Taehyung’s tummy grumbled. The large double belly hung off of the couch, between his legs and rested on the floor. It’d been over a year since he’d started seriously gaining weight and he already found that most of his days began and ended with his massive ass on the sofa, stuffing his face with whatever Yoongi presented to him.

It was a special occasion this time though, he’d reached 637 pounds that morning. A full 500 pounds more than his starting weight. He and Yoongi never really discussed what they were doing with Taehyung’s body, they just both knew they didn’t mind it. Maybe it was a subconscious effort to see how far they could go, maybe it was just their love language in action. Either way, Taehyung had seriously ballooned and he didn’t care at all.

“Here you are.” Yoongi stepped into the living room, handing a second big gulp cup to Taehyung. “I added some prunes this time. You know you need more fiber.”

“But Hyung!” Taehyung whined. “You know that makes me gassy…”

“Everything makes you gassy nowadays.” Yoongi deadpanned.

“True.” Taehyung sighed. He brought the cup up to his lips ad began gulping.

And gulping.

And gulping.

He whined slighting as the mixture hit his stomach heavily. Yoongi immediately came over and began massaging his taught upper belly. Willing his stomach to digest faster. To grow fatter.

Gulp.

Gulp.

Sluuuuurp…

Gasping for air, Taehyung hiccuped loudly. “That- hic! Was so good, Yoongi.”

-UUUUURP!-

Taehyung let out a loud belch.

Yoongi continued rubbing his hard gut, encouraging the release of gas, used to it by now. “That’s it baby, keep going.”

-Buur…BrrruUUUUUUuUuuUup!”-

That last one was gurgley.

Panting and still hiccuping, Taehyung rested his chubby hands on his bulging love handles and squeezed. “Look what your excellent cooking has done to me, Yoongi. I’m huge!”

“I know, Taehyungie.” Yoongi slipped his hand into Taehyung’s cavernous belly button, hidden between his sagging upper and lower bellies and wiggled his long fingers. “I know.”

Taehyung moaned, only recently getting used to Yoongi’s courageous showings of affection. “Y-Yeah… Here’s to another 500.”

End.

#pudgeprojects #cw gas #cw burping #bts feederism

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet

Chapter Five: Taking The Next Step

Summary- 4.9k Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. It's been a long day for you and Curtis offers to have a quiet date at his house instead of going out. You welcome the chance to get to know Curtis a little bit more.

Warnings- Some adult activities. Curtis talking about personal past trauma. Curtis and Reader dealing with some toxic eating habits and destructive talk.

A/N- Thank you so much to everyone reading, sharing, and commenting. Hearing what you all think really makes my entire day. This is such a personal project for me now that whenever anyone tells me that they relate to something in it or that you enjoy a particular part of their story, I take it to heart. Special shout out to @what-is-your-plan-today for taking the time to beta this for me, you are always willing to tackle whatever I send you with enthusiasm and if I could give you all the biscuits ever, I would. Dividers made by @firefly-graphics

Chapter 4 / Masterlist

“So when are we gonna meet this girl of yours, Curtis?” Edgar poked at Curtis early in the morning when he was clocking in. Curtis wasn’t a morning person, so he just glared at Edgar while stamping his time card and handing it back to Tanya, who decided to join in Edgar’s questioning with her own. 

“I have to agree with Edgar, Curtis, when are you gonna bring her around? We all want to get to know her. She is Timmy’s teacher, you know. I met her a few times and she is really nice.” 

This caught Edgar’s attention, having him leaning against the front counter looking to dig out more information. “What can you tell us about her? Spill the beans, Tanya!.” 

Curtis was shrugging into his work jacket, listening to the two of them talk about you. Of course, he would have nothing but the best to say, he was a man smitten with you in such a short time. But he wasn’t going to gossip about you to these two. Tanya leaned forward conspiratorially with Edgar, sharing what she knew. Which was not a whole hell of a lot except that you had moved from somewhere east and that Timmy absolutely loved you. 

Once Curtis got the last layer of clothing on to battle the early October chill, he picked up the invoices and maintenance requests needed for the freight trains coming in that day and grabbed Edgar by the collar of his jacket, dragging him out with him. “Fucking hell you two, can’t give me a moment's peace. At this rate, I’m never gonna bring Y/N around.” He muttered as Tanya waved goodbye at the two of them leaving her office and Edgar protested the whole way out the door. 

When the mid-morning break came, Curtis wandered back to his truck to take a breather and to have privacy to check his phone after getting ganged up on by Tanya and Edgar. He settled into the seat of his truck and got comfortable before taking out his phone and checking his messages to see that you had left him a couple. 

I hope your day is going better than mine. If it could go wrong in this place, it did. 

Kind of just want to crash on the couch tonight. 

He thought about it for a moment. So far the two of you have just crashed at your place. But never at his. It was perhaps time that he brought you to his house, let you completely relax while he took care of you, like you insisted on after he had a long day. Checking the time, he knew you were probably taking your own break, meaning he could take the chance to call you.

It wasn’t long till you answered, but even your tone sounded drained today. “Oh, I’m so glad you called Curtis. I’m sure you saw my messages. I shouldn’t have bombed your phone with all that whining.” 

Curtis waited till you took a pause before he responded. “Y/N, Honey.” He soothed, trying to calm you down as you sounded so worried about bothering him with your texts. “I wanna know how your day is going, good or bad. Actually, I was thinking tonight, how about you come over to my place? I will cook you dinner and we can do just what you wanted, crash on the couch and watch some trash tv.”

“Curtis… actually that sounds perfect tonight. I would love that. A lot. You don’t have to worry about picking me up, I can drive over myself.” 

“Okay, I’m getting done at my usual time so just come over whenever you're ready.” 

“Thanks, Curtis, I gotta go.” You sighed into the phone, but now you sounded relieved. “See you tonight.” 

“It’s a date, Honey.” He said softly and once the line clicked he started thinking about what he actually could put together for a meal. 

On your way home, you made a pit stop at your apartment to change from your work clothes. A quick browse through your wardrobe left you in a heated debate with yourself. You really just wanted to wear a pair of leggings and sweater combo, no makeup, your hair in a messy bun. 

But men don't want to see that, your last boyfriend was sure to remind you of that whenever you did dress in such a manner, said it was sloppy, like on top of your other issues you really must not care what people thought of you. 

So that meant you had to dress up again. You didn't want Curtis thinking you didn't care. You tossed aside your favorite leggings for something more dressed up, a skirt and button up blouse, light makeup, and did your hair once more. Making sure to pause in front of the mirror,  just to double check that you looked good enough to leave the apartment, you headed out. 

Curtis had sent you his address earlier and you were thoroughly curious as to where he lived having never seen it. All you knew was that he had an actual house and not an apartment like you did. Pulling onto a side street a few miles out of the city, you bypassed family homes with fenced in yards and attached garages. Your GPS started to announce that you were getting closer and then you pulled up to a driveway with an all familiar truck sitting in front of an attached garage. The yard was carefully taken care of, although the gardens surrounding the house were overrun with weeds and the building needed a paint job, but overall it looked nice. Parking next to the truck, the porch's screen door swung open and Curtis poked his head out. “Hey, I was hoping you would find it just fine.” 

Coming up the porch steps, you carried a six pack of beer with you and held it up. “Easy with the GPS and this time, I come bearing gifts.” 

Curtis took the six pack from you and leaned in to give you a quick teasing kiss. “Well, that is the admission to come inside, although you were gonna get a free pass.” He held the door open for you and once you walked through, he went into the kitchen to set the beer down before coming back out to the entranceway while you hung up your coat. “Would you like the tour or let you fend for yourself? I can't be out of the kitchen too long though, I got some stuff ready to go into the oven once it heats up.” 

“We will make it quick.” You looped your arm through his while he started to show you around. The living room was furnished for comfort, although the furniture looked a decade old, it was all clean and in good shape, a decent sized tv and rows of built in bookshelves lined the walls. You paused at them while you two walked. “Wow, did the house come with this feature?” 

“Actually my grandfather built it for my grandmother. She loved to read and when they were building, she didn’t want big bulky shelves taking up space, so he put them in.” Curtis looked fondly at the stacks of books, a bit dusty but obvious they had been here for many years. You even caught a section of harlequin romance novels that you pulled out, wiggling your eyebrows at him. 

“You read these too, Curtis?” 

“Sure I have. I mean they are not my first choice but some of them are not too bad.” He winked. “I’m really not that particular in what I read as long as it gets my attention.” 

You chuckled softly while sliding it back into place. “That is really all that counts. I actually love them. They give that bit of perfect romance that isn’t always easy to find.” Your gaze falling to a variety of titles, you could have spent the rest of the evening browsing the shelves. “Now I wish I brought my reading glasses.” 

“Ahh, next time, Honey. If you see any you wanna take home, feel free.” 

You two headed out of the room and down a hallway lined with what looked like family photos. “Okay hold on, who are these people?” 

You were inspecting some closer when Curtis came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your middle, looking at the scattering of memories himself. “Hmm, well that little tyke is me, with my older brother and parents. Then this couple down further is my grandparents. They actually raised me, my grandfather's name was Wilford and my gram was Lillian.” 

You studied them, happy smiling faces stared back at you. Although you could easily see where Curtis got his icy blue eyes and stern features as photos of his grandfather stared back. Lillian on the other hand was bright and warm, you could tell that she was the kind of woman who would welcome you into her home without hesitation. The other scattered photos showed some of Curtis and Wilford working on a truck engine, some that looked like a train yard similar to where Curtis worked now, running heavy equipment, grade school pictures of Curtis through the years, and a few with a girl that grew through the pictures, the more recent ones showing her as a grown woman with a baby of her own. “Then that is my cousin Ella and her daughter Sophia.”

You grinned as you admired the cute baby with her chubby cheeks, head full of thick dark hair and brown eyes. “She is cute.” You said before you went back to his childhood ones, noticing they seemed to be all with his grandparents but hardly any of his parents or brother short of the family photo where Curtis was nothing more than just out of his toddler years. “They raised you…” You said softly before tilting your head to look at him questioning. “What happened to your folks?” 

Curtis hummed a bit, tightening his hold and pulling you back into his chest more to keep you in an enclosed circle of his arms like he was hesitant to let go. “An accident in the middle of winter. A car slid into our lane and made my father lose control. There was just no stopping it, we ended up going off the road and over an embankment. I actually don’t remember much of it anymore. But I was the only one to make it.” 

You felt your throat catch hearing this. You couldn't help the tears that welled up in your eyes at the thought of losing his whole family in one tragic accident at such a young age. Curtis didn’t get to have his parents or brother for long, won’t have memories with them. You sniffled and he turned you around to face him. “Hey Pretty Girl, it was all so long ago.” He cupped your face and wiped his thumb pad over your cheeks to wipe them away. 

“I’m sorry that happened to you, I just can’t imagine what that must have been like.” 

Curtis’s features softened hearing you. “I got lucky, my grandparents are really the only ones at this point I even remember, and my cousin lived just down the street, she became more like a sister since she was over here all the time because her parents worked. Maybe it is better that way, you know? I, of course, love my parents and Tyler… but now they are stories that I can tell my own kids one day. So are they really gone?” 

You gave a sob of a laugh, wiping at your eyes and peering up at him from under teardrop lashes. Curtis was caught in how they seemed to make your eyes brighter. “I guess when you look at it like that, it is tragically okay.” 

“Actually I got something that you might like to see and won't make you cry.” Curtis led you away from the hallway, pointing out two small guest bedrooms that he had turned into storage, the bathroom and then the stairs leading up to another guest room and master bedroom. Getting to the other end of the house, he flicked on a back porch light and opened the door to step out in the rapidly approaching evening. He had a large backyard that looked to have been recently trimmed. A firepit wasn't far from the house and you could tell that it was frequently used. A couple of broken down cars that looked to be in various stages of repair were near the back of the garage and then in the treeline, there was a large old tree with a rundown treehouse. 

“Okay, that is cool. You have a freaken tree house?” You said excitedly while stepping off the porch to get a closer look. “I always wanted one, but none of our trees could support one.” 

“It's too unstable now to really go up in it, but I thought you would like it.” Curtis paused right underneath it. “Grandpa built it for me, I even got to help pound in the nails. I would love to fix it up one day. The tree is still alive and strong so it would easily hold.” 

You grabbed a hold of the ladder still attached to the tree and lifted yourself on it enough to look up, trying to look through the opening. “I can only imagine what you and your friends did up there.” You teased and Curtis tilted his head to look up at the same spot you were, reminiscing. 

“Hmm, we looked through stolen nudie magazines and smoked cigarettes we stole.” You gasped at his confession and he winked, wrapping an arm around your waist and helping you down. 

“Oh Curtis, that's bad. You get caught?” 

“Sure I did, smacked upside the head and asked what the hell was I thinking.” He continued laughing at the memory. “Grounded for a while, Grandad brought me with him to help out at the train yard to keep me out of trouble.” 

You shivered a bit and he placed a hand on your back. “How about we go inside so I can finish dinner. I hope you don't mind baked ziti?” 

“Not at all, in fact, sounds like my kinda meal on a night like tonight.” You assured him as the two of you went back inside. Once in the kitchen, Curtis insisted you sit at the counter bar while he finished up. He kept it simple, but that was just fine with you. The two of you joked the whole time, praising his cooking skills and getting the pleasure of seeing him be the flustered one for once. 

“It’s nothing special.” He rolled his eyes at you as he stabbed a fork in it, leaning over the counter so you could taste it. You made a big show of it, moaning out how good it was while Curtis spread cheese all over the top of it and slid the pan into the oven. That sound alone made the back of his neck a bright red. The look paired well with the gray sweatpants he was wearing and the almost too tight tank that stretched over his chest, along with a silver chain that you had only glimpsed a couple of times but never got a closer look at until now that it was dangling so freely in what you had deemed his comfy clothes. You had seen him relaxed before whenever you two had chosen to keep date night at your apartment, but here, Curtis was in his element at his own home. 

While the ziti was baking, he whipped out a loaf of french bread and started to slice it. “How many do you want?” He hummed out and you wrinkled your nose with a sigh. 

“Ahh, it's bread. I probably shouldn't have much.” Which made him pause slicing and set the knife aside. When he studied you, a brow arched curiously and his lips thinned as if he was holding something back. 

“Why can't you have any if you want some?” 

You unleashed excuses, but all Curtis heard was how you dragged yourself down. Each one deepened the lines in his forehead as you used words like, ‘Need to start taking better care of myself.’ or ‘I’m too chunky for eating bread.’ Then the one that really upset him was ‘My ex was right, bread is too fattening for someone like me.’ 

Hearing that one made him go around the counter to your side. “Y/N, look at me.” The rumble of his tone made your jaw shut and cut off your nervous chatter. “What do you mean with ‘someone like me?” 

You shrugged your shoulders and rolled your eyes to lighten the mood a bit. “You know Curtis, I’m not exactly a top model, I need to slim down a bit.” 

His jaw clenched. “You don’t have to do anything Y/N. There is nothing wrong with you.” You looked away on instinct and Curtis reached out to gently grasp your chin and look at him. “I can tell you are not used to it, but Honey unless its a doctor telling you otherwise, no one, not me, not your friends, your family can tell you what you can and can not have. Your ex was a fucking asshole saying that shit. If you want garlic bread, please let me make you some. I want to do that for you.” 

You didn't even know what to say, surprised at his reaction. You were so used to people agreeing, telling you that you had a pretty face and if you just lost a little weight you would be attractive. Here Curtis was basically telling you that you didn't have to make yourself less for him, that there was nothing wrong with you. You were unsure of how to respond, so you softly said “Okay.” 

Curtis tilted his head in closer, blue eyes studying yours. “Do you want some?” 

A moment's pause felt like an eternity and you sensed that he wasn't going to just let it go. “Yes, please.” 

That earned you a smile and he pressed a kiss to your lips before going back around to finish what he started. “Happy to, Honey.” The unease washed from you in that kiss, a spark traveling from the cupid bow of your lips down to the tip of your toes. 

Maybe you could get used to this. 

Dinner ended up with you two sitting close together, back to the easy conversation, and once in a while sharing bites from each other's plates. It was hard not to monitor yourself like you normally did, every time you seemed to start picking at your food Curtis would brush his leg against yours or inquire you into a conversation that had you paying more attention to the discussion than how many bites have you taken, or chews did you take between bites, sips of water to try to make yourself fuller. 

You were able to enjoy your food without guilt. 

There was a mishap though, a rather saucy forkful fell down the front of your blouse, making you try to wipe it out as quickly as possible. Even Curtis went to wet a napkin and tried to help, but it was a lost cause. 

“Listen, how about you just use one of my shirts? I can throw yours in the wash. While it's washing we can watch that movie? You can get changed in my room.” He offered. 

You looked down at your blouse, streaked red and wet, it was sticking to the front of your chest and you just knew that you wouldn’t be able to chill for the rest of the evening with sauce all down the front of you. “If you have something I can use?” 

“Sure I do Honey, majority of my clothes are made to be comfortable.” Curtis assured you while he took your hand to take you back upstairs to his bedroom. You sat on the edge of his bed while he started to go through his dresser till he pulled out a hoodie that looked like it was a size too big for you, you could have literally squealed when he handed it to you. “You want some comfy pants too? I got pajama bottoms you can crash in, they are those stretchy ones, I hate those ones that just have no give to them.” 

You nodded a yes and were quickly handed a pair of flannel red checkered bottoms. 

“Thanks, Curtis, I will be out in a minute.” 

“Sure, the washer is in the bathroom downstairs, just go ahead and throw them in when you come out.” 

Once he left, you let out an excited little squeal. You got to wear your possible boyfriend's clothes, which never happened before. You chided yourself for the ridiculousness of your excitement while you changed into the hoodie and bottoms. You did have to roll the bottoms up because they were just a bit too long as well as the sleeves of his hoodie, but you were thankful for once you were a klutz. Gathering the clothes you changed out of, you went to put them into the washer and hit start. 

Curtis had grabbed a couple of beers while waiting for you, already stretched out on the couch, waiting for you to join him. When you wandered in and he caught sight of you in his shirt. Oh it stirred a rather possessive feeling in his gut. You were so comfortable in his clothes and he felt so damn turned on seeing you wrapped up in his stuff. His girl… Ooh he had it bad. You struggled to keep your sleeves up as you fell onto the couch next to him, buried yourself into his shirt and another wave of pleased possessiveness passed through him. 

“What did you have in mind?” You cuddled in close while asking about the movie and he let the remote go ignored for now. 

“I really want to kiss you.” Curtis found himself confessing, which made you turn up to look at him in surprise. 

“Well… I think… you should.” Your fingers started twisting in the fabric of his hoodie and you just looked like you were made to be there, curled up next to him. Curtis shifted a bit closer and cupped your face to feel you melt into his touch looking at him with wide-eyed innocence. Your lips were an invitation of softness that parted the closer he came. How Curtis longed to pluck soft moans from them. 

This time was different, it wasn't doorstep hungry kisses of want, now you two were private and wouldn't feel the pressure of being caught. He hovered closer, gentle brushes of his nose bumped yours before his lips pressed to yours, the tip of his tongue trailing the petal softness of your bottom lip til you encouraged him for more. 

Just feeling you filled Curtis with an urgency for you, to feel you press into him and grasp hold of his back, to chase your rhythm at all your pulse points and to hear you whimper for more, more, more. His hand fell to your hip, squeezing out that urgency of feeling you in his grasp and you let him pull you into him, your hands bracing against his shoulders and breaking away to move into his lap, swinging a leg over his till you settled onto hard spread thighs while you returned to the heated warmth of swollen lips filling you with hungry moans. 

If you had any thoughts, you would have worried, fretted about sitting like this on his lap. But he didn't allow for those thoughts to form, his kisses keeping you distracted, attempting to keep up with him.

His hands fell to the curve of your ass, grasps firmly holding on and squeezing while arching you into his center and pressing yourself to brace against his chest while your hand cupped the back of his neck and brushed through the short buzzed hair at the back of his head. Your touch fell down to his shoulders to dig in, arch yourself up into him again and fall back down, the rhythm of the movements giving satisfaction to the ache starting in your lower belly, clenching for more. With every downward push, you could feel how hard he was underneath you, sure to rub your aching core right against him, every bump against your throbbing clit making you gasp against him, clutching to him to let the satisfying spark feed that hunger. 

Curtis’s groans vibrated through you, building in urgency till he muttered “Fuck” against your lips and with a surge of power you never experienced in your lovers, he had you two flipped so that you were laid against the couch and he hovered over you, his hand traveling up your body to cup a breast through the hoodie and squeeze enough to make you arch your back off the couch for more, digging your nails through the thin fabric of his tank and pulling him back down onto you. His hips dropped in between your thighs, rocking into you as your kisses turned messy. “Driving me fucking crazy Honey, you’re all I think about at night when I’m trying to sleep.” 

You whimpered for this confession, gasping when he ground himself into you. “Curtis don’t stop.” Pleading for more, you tightened your thighs against him and rocked to meet him, the building heat and churning was making you quiver. A sharp nip of teeth on your bottom lip made you match him, pressing your tongue to lap against his and drown out his groaning noise. A feral desire made him surround you, pressing you into the couch cushions as a hand held your waist to keep you in place, the other braced up by your head, holding him off you enough so that he wasn't crushing you, but there was no space between you, just as you craved him, he craved you. 

It was almost overwhelming, and another grind of his hard on against your wet core made you cry out his name while you came, a flood of relief crashing as you tensed and broke under him. You gasped against him as you curled in close, your legs tightening around his waist while you two kept rocking together. “Fuck… Shit Honey, I'm gonna…” He growled out, under your hands on his back you felt the ripple of muscles lead up to his tensing shoulders, his body going stiff and then you saw the release on his face. He just let go and you couldn't help but loosen your hold on his back to cup his face in your hands, pressing kisses to his ruddy cheeks, let your forehead press against his as he panted with screwed shut eyes, letting the sensation simmer back to a manageable pleasure. When his eyes opened, they softened when he found your stare. “Hey, Pretty Girl…” 

The entire moment suddenly caught up with you, emotionally it hit you harder than you expected and Curtis so casually dropping ‘pretty girl’ on you made your insides twist and you couldn’t stop your reaction. The tears brimmed your eyes and worry made Curtis start stammering when he saw them roll down your cheeks. 

“Fuck, Y/N did I hurt you?” He pulled away from you and you couldn't stop the sob that escaped yourself for reacting like this. 

You just broke into tears and Curtis didn't know why. He was cursing himself mentally for being too rough and getting carried away. His hands collected you to pull you into his lap where you sunk into his chest and hid against his shoulder while your crying started to cease. “Honey, please tell me what's wrong? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get carried away like that.” He couldn't believe he flipped you to the couch and rutted against you like some horny teenager, he was better than that and you deserved to be treated better. You started sniffling as he rubbed at your back and you lifted yourself up, wiping at your face with the oversized sleeve. 

“You didn't hurt me, It was good, really good… I just got caught up in the moment and… It’s been a long time since I have felt that good.“ You were shaking your head at yourself and tilted your head close and pressed your lips to his, assuring him that you were indeed okay. 

“Are you sure?” Curtis ran his hands up and down your back slowly, calming after the moment you two shared. “Because all you gotta do is tell me to cut it out and I will.” 

“Promise.” You nudge your nose against his. “In fact, I'm now a bigger fan than I was before for these gray sweatpants you're wearing.” You giggled and hugged around his neck and he returned the gesture, pressing his face into your shoulder and sighing in relief. 

“I didn’t know you were all that much of a fan of them to begin with.” He shrugged in confession and you narrowed your eyes at him playfully. 

“All women love a man in gray sweats, I promise you.” You go to move up off him and he tugged you back into him, growling a bit.

“Where are you going? We still have a movie to watch.” Pulling your legs up so that you were sitting sideways in his lap and pulling the blanket off the back of the couch. 

“Curtis, I can't stay in your lap like this, your legs are gonna get sore.” 

He handed you the remote and settled back into the couch. “I get to make that call Honey if it's too much.” 

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[the-bluerecluse]

Midoriya's First Heat

MHA- Dekubowl (Deku x everyone (but really just Deku x Class 1a minus Mineta cause he got expelled or something idk fuck him)) | SFW Omegaverse

Summary: Midoriya begins pre-heat. It's his first heat. How does that work in the dorm system?

Part of my OmegaDekuBowl series

SFW Angst/Fluff

inspiration: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1539151 // https://archiveofourown.org/series/1701352

Thank you so much to @cozysafechaotic for being my beta! Really appreciate it.

btw this is chaptered on my ao3 but here on tumblr im not bothering with chapters anymore for finished fics. one big ol fic for yall.

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Tired. That was the way to describe Midoriya’s current mental state. 

He had no idea why he was so tired. Too much training? Too little sleep? 

Maybe it was the fact that he’d cleaned the entire common area and cooked dinner all by himself that afternoon. 

His friends had tried to pitch in but he was absolutely adamant about doing everything himself. Why couldn’t they see that he just wanted to take care of them? 

After class had let out, he pretty much beelined for the dorms with nothing on his mind except helping his friends. Cleaning, cooking, all of it. Come to think about it, he’d been pretty huggy too.

Well, he just wanted his class to feel good! What was wrong with that? 

“You good, Midoriya? You’ve been pretty busy.” Kirishima said to him as he walked past. He had a finished plate of curry in his hands, the dinner Midoriya had made for all of them.

“I’m fine, Kiri, really.” He sighed. Why was everyone asking that?

“Alright. Well, you know you can talk to us, right?” 

“I’m fine.” He said, sounding admittedly tired, even to himself. 

Even if he did clean and cook all afternoon, he shouldn’t be this tired. He trained day in and day out, why was this exhausting him? He inhaled. The smells of his class filled his mind, easing his tension bit by bit. 

He spotted a discarded jacket on the floor near the couch. Without thinking, he quickly picked it up. Why did he do that? Oh, probably laundry. Yeah, it needed cleaning.  

He held it up to his face and took a deep breath. It was Kirishima’s.

Alpha.

Warmth filled his core and he smiled. 

“Oh, you found my jacket.” Kirishima yelled from the kitchen with a slight waver in his voice. 

“Oh, uh, yeah. It was on the floor so it’s probably dirty. I’ll clean it for you. No worries!” Midoriya rushed off before he could hear again how he needed to take it easy. 

He rubbed the cotton material in his hands as he rode the elevator up. As he stepped off onto his floor, he found himself entering Tokoyami’s room. He searched the darkened area and found a cloak hanging off the side of the bed. It smelled of him, like ash and a dark roast coffee. 

He grabbed it and exited the room, now holding a hoodie and a cloak as he approached Aoyama’s room. 

…

Jirou stepped off the elevator on her floor. She was still worried about Midoriya but she couldn’t find him on his floor. Eventually, she figured she’d just retire to her room and Midoriya would reach out for help if he needed it. 

What she didn’t expect was to see Midoriya leaving her room with an armful of clothing. 

“Uh, Midoriya? Are you okay?” 

“Huh?” Midoriya blinked and looked at her as if escaping from a trance. “Yeah?”

“What’s… with the clothes?” 

The greenette looked at the clothes in his arms with a puzzled expression. “Um… laundry?” 

“You don’t seem too sure about that.”

“I guess that’s what I’m doing.” He shrugged. 

Wait a minute. 

Cleaning, cooking, extra touchy, and now he was stealing clothes. 

Jirou’s eyes widened. “Midoriya, are you… um,” She winced, not knowing how to phrase it politely. “Are you, uh, nesting… like, in a pre-heat?” 

Midoriya furrowed his brow at her, as if what she said was insane. After a moment, his eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. “My heat? Oh crap! Am I gonna have my first heat?”

“Wait, your first? I thought Present Mic said omegas got their first heat in middle school?”

“I-I’m a… late bloomer.” Midoriya flushed and grimaced. “Crap, I’m going into heat. I didn’t even think about this when we moved into the dorms. Am I gonna have my heat here? What am I gonna do?!” Midoriya was hyper-ventalating and shaking. 

Jirou focused on pumping out as much soothing beta scent as possible, knowing that her number one goal was calming him down. 

It worked, though just a bit, as Midoriya’s breathing slowed and deepened and he stopped trembling. 

“Let’s head downstairs, we’ll calm down first, yeah? Plus, everyone will be relieved to know what’s been going on. Didn’t we talk about in class how when someone’s in heat they need to feel safe with people they’re close to? I know we’re not family, but we can try and help?” Jirou held out her hand and Midoriya hesitantly took it. She led the omega to the elevator and the two headed to the commons, Midoriya still holding an armful of clothes.

“Do you want to tell everyone when we get down there?” Jirou asked.

“I don’t know.” Midoriya whimpered and gripped the clothes he had tightly. 

“Uh, you don’t have to tell them if you don’t want to. I can probably spin some excuse for you.” 

“I…” Midoriya paused. Jirou sent out more beta scent to help calm him and he continued. “I need to go ask Mr. Aizawa what I’m gonna do for my… heat. I’d like… someone to come with me.”

“That’s no problem. Who do you want?”

…

“What do you think’s been up with Midoriya?” Kirishima asked to the group sat in the living area with him. 

“I’m not sure, but it’s definitely odd behavior.” Todoroki answered. 

“There’s no way the nerd looks that exhausted just from some cleaning and cooking, something else is up.” Bakugou said, looking as unperturbed as ever, though there was still some worry evident, just barely.

“Perhaps something is wrong with Eri. They’ve been particularly close ever since the School Festival.” Iida offered. 

“Nah, Amijiki’s been talking about Mirio and Eri and she’s been totally fine.” Kirishima responded. 

The elevator dinged and Jirou and Midoriya entered the commons. Most of the class turned to look and raised an eyebrow at Midoriya’s armful of clothes. 

“You, like, on a laundry run or something?” Kaminari asked. 

Midoriya ducked his head and flushed. 

Some of the class picked up that something was wrong. The omega was letting out distress pheromones and you could see it all over his face, too. 

“Are you alright, Midoriya?” Momo asked. 

“Do you want me to ask?” Jirou spoke softly to Midoriya so only he could hear. He nodded his head. 

“Midoriya needs to go talk to Mr. Aizawa.” She looked to two alphas near the tv. “Bakugou, Iida, you wanna go with him?” She shot them a very intense ‘go, don’t ask questions’ look. 

“Of course!” Iida shot up in an instant. 

“Tch. Fine.” Bakugou got up, looking reluctant, but Midoriya could tell that he wanted to go. 

“Hey, is he okay?” Kaminari asked. 

“He’s fine, just chill out.” Jirou shrugged, trying to keep people from prying until Midoriya was ready. 

“Thank you.” Midoriya said and handed the clothes in his arms to Jirou so he could begin walking to the door, to which the two alphas singled out followed. 

As soon as the three were outside the dorms, Bakugou broke the silence. “Okay, spill, what’s going on?” causing the omega to wince. 

“I’m… in pre-heat.”

“What?” The two alphas practically yelled. 

“Ah, I assume we are going to Mr. Aizawa to ask about your accommodations during your cycle.” Iida said. 

“So that’s why you’ve been acting weird.” Bakugou muttered. The omega nodded with a red face. 

“Rest assured that we will do anything to help you through your heat, Midoriya.” Iida announced whilst chopping the air. 

That brought at least a little comfort to the omega’s nerves as they made their way to Mr. Aizawa’s office. 

…

Aizawa was grading Kaminari’s paper, making a variety of marks as the door opened. He looked up from the homework and raised an eyebrow at Iida and the two problem children. 

“What is it?” 

“Could you… wait outside?” Midoriya asked quietly to the two other students. 

“Of course.”

“Yeah, whatever.” 

The door closed and Aizawa was alone with a very nervous Izuku Midoriya. This had his attention. 

“Why are you here?”

“So, I know we’re at the dorms because of the league and all, but… what do I do for my… heat? Do I have to have it here?” He asked, voice high and face aflame. 

Aizawa blinked. That wasn’t anywhere near what he was expecting. 

“You all were actually just about to have a class about this kind of thing tomorrow.” The teacher put the papers inside his desk and gave his full attention to his student. “It isn’t safe to send any of you home, so one of the new buildings constructed is what’s known as a Cycle Home. Do you know what that is?”

Midoriya shook his head. 

“A Cycle Home is a building with heat rooms and rut rooms. As you can imagine, these are facilities for taking care of alpha and omegas in heats or ruts. They’re staffed by Cycle Specialists trained to help people through their cycles. UA has specifically hired Cycle Specialists for youths and we have A/B/O support on staff. Think counselors, but specifically for problems relating to secondary gender.”

“So… I stay in a heat room?”

“Pretty much. You’ll be escorted to the heat room and spend the duration of your cycle there under 24 hour supervision. You’ll have a laptop with internet access to attend classes and be provided food, water, medication, nesting materials, and a heat collar.”

“When do I go?”

“How long do your pre-heats usually last?” 

Midoriya winced and went silent. After a moment, Aizawa sighed. 

“If this is your first heat, then I’d say you should go right away. We’ll contact your family and let them know. If you’d like anything from home we can call and have it brought here. For now, you should go pack what you want with you in the heat room. If you want, a teacher can escort you, or you could have some of your classmates go with you.”

“I’ll have my friends come with me.” Midoriya bowed his head. “Thank you, Mr. Aizawa.” 

“If you have any concerns about your heat or secondary gender, there are people in the heat rooms who will help you. Now go pack.”

“Yes, sir.” Midoriya left the room with a very tired Aizawa and explained the basis of what they discussed to the two alphas waiting outside.

“You’re going to be in the heat rooms? Are you sure you wouldn’t rather stay with us in the dorms?” Iida asked as they began their walk back to Heights Alliance. 

“I think it’s for the best. I’d be safer there, anyway.”

“Safer? Like anyone could keep you safer than I could. I’d kill anyone who tried to even get close to you.” Bakugou scoffed. 

Midoriya felt his inner omega positively sing at that. 

Alpha will keep us safe in heat. Alpha will protect us. Alpha wants us safe. 

“Really?” He couldn’t keep himself from asking. 

“Hah? You doubting my ability to keep you safe?” 

“N-No, not at all, Kacchan!” 

“So, will you be staying in the dorms with us after all?” Iida’s voice had a lilt of hopefulness to it. 

The omega thought it over for a second or two. “No. This is my first. I don’t know what might go wrong. It’s best if there are professionals around in case something happens.”

“I understand. And I applaud you for taking your health so seriously.”

“Tch. Whatever, nerd.” 

…

Midoriya ran through his packing checklist one more time in his head as he rode the elevator down. 

Blankets, a pillow, my favorite All Might plush, laptop, clothes, underwear, toiletries, anything else? 

His backpack was full to the brim with things for the heat room, causing him to wonder if he overpacked. 

Once the elevator doors opened and his entire class seemed to be waiting in the commons for him. He had texted Jirou earlier that it was okay to tell the class since he had to leave for a week or two and that they should probably know why. 

Turns out they were all quite concerned for him. 

“Aw, Mido, you were being so sweet taking care of us, and now you’re leaving? Not fair!” Mina charged into him with a hug, almost toppling the two of them over. 

“We would be happy to take care of you here, if that’s what you want.” Todoroki offered. 

They really want me to stay, huh?

“Thanks, guys, but I’ve made up my mind.” 

“That’s okay, Midoriya. We hope you feel better.” Tsu said.

“Yeah, for sure.”

“We wish you the best!”

“Au Revoir~”

Midoriya smiled and nodded. 

“Forget it. Me and Glasses are taking him and that’s final.” Bakugou growled. 

Midoriya looked over to see Bakugou baring his teeth at Todoroki and Tokoyami.

“I think it’d be a good idea for me to join you in escorting Midoriya to the Cycle Home.” The bi-colored alpha said.

“As if. The nerd chose me, got it?” 

“Dark Shadow and I wish to join as well.” 

“What part of ‘he chose us’ don’t you idiots get, huh?”

Midoriya walked between them. “All four of you can take me if you stop fighting.”

That shut them up. With a few grunts or nods of approval, the five of them set out for the other side of campus. Midoriya, Bakugou, Iida, Tokoyami, and Todoroki. Four alphas and one omega. 

When they arrived, Midoriya felt like he was sweating through his jacket. All the anxieties were building up and now he was there, about to spend over a week without any of his friends or family in one of the most vulnerable points in his life. 

“Are you feeling alright, Midoriya?” Todoroki asked softly. 

“‘Course he’s not, you idiot.” Bakugou barked, ever the calm one.

They entered the building which had a similar look to Heights Alliance, not surprising, as they were built around the same time. There was a front desk with a friendly looking woman wearing pink glasses and a headband. 

“Hi there, Izuku Midoriya?”

“Um, yes ma’am.” 

“Alright, let me just sign you in. I just need to ask you a few questions about your cycle.”

“Oh, uh, right.” Midoriya nervously approached the desk.

“Have you started yet or are you in pre-heat?”

“Um, pre-heat.”

“This is your first, correct?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you have any medical conditions that we should be aware of?”

“No.”

“What is your pack status?”

“No pack.”

“Alright, that should do it. Allow me to show you to your heat room.” She stood and gestured for Midoriya to follow her. He turned to his friends first and bowed his head. 

“Thank you for escorting me here. I’ll see you after this all blows over.” 

“Of course we’d help. We are your class after all!” Iida proudly announced.

“Yeah, whatever. Don’t slack off. When you come back we’re going at it, 100%!” Bakugou scoffed and walked out of the building, followed by the other three alphas with various goodbyes. 

Midoriya’s expression softened and he turned back to the woman to be led to his room.

The heat room was sort of similar to a hospital room in size. It had a large mattress on the floor with a closet, desk, and window. In the open closet was a large selection of blankets of various colors and sizes, most likely nesting materials. 

“This is where you’ll be staying, feel free to make yourself at home. You’ll have three meals delivered to your room and two snacks a day. The bathroom is down the hall with showers as well. As you’re the only omega checked in at the moment, you have it all to yourself. A Cycle Specialist will be assigned to you to keep track of your progress, temperature, and water intake. We’ve received a delivery of a few blankets and pillows from your home which will be moved here momentarily.”

Modiriya nodded and began unpacking his things as the woman left him to his own devices. He plugged in his laptop and set it on the desk. He stored his clothes in the closet. He poured out all the nesting materials he had packed for himself onto the bed and put his bag of toiletries on the edge of his desk closer to the door for when he got ready for bed that night. 

He stared at the room with a feeling of emptiness. What now? He had finished his homework and he couldn’t train now that he was in the heat room. 

Usually he’d hang out with some of his friends. Talk with Iida and Uraraka, play some videogames with Kaminari and Sero, train with Bakugou, Kirishima, and Todoroki…

He could make a nest. That’s what he was doing earlier, wasn’t it? 

Midoriya grabbed some of the blankets from the closet. They were nesting blankets specifically, long, oddly-shaped, and extra soft. He smiled as he carded his fingers through the fibers. He brought them to his face and smelled… 

Detergent. A nameless detergent that meant nothing to him.

Earlier, the clothes from his class… his friends, it smelled so nice. Warm, comforting, safe. 

But these…

Well, he’d take what he could get. 

As he was setting up the base for his nest, there was a knock. He told them to come in and it was the lady from before with a big box. 

“Your mother sent you these from home. If you need anything, just let us know, your attendant will be here shortly to do a quick check-up.” She said before closing  the door and leaving. 

Finally, nesting materials that smelled safe. 

Midoriya practically tore through the box. Most of them were old blankets that were his, but a few were his moms, smelling like chai tea and fresh dough. 

And so, he got to work. 

…

It was three AM. Midoriya could barely sleep. He felt anxious. He felt tired. Most of all, he felt alone. He had worked on his nest for hours but it just felt empty. He could smell his mom and his old home, but not his current home. Not any of his friends. Not Iida. Not Uraraka. Not Todoroki. Not Kacchan. 

Now that he was aware he was going into heat, he could feel it. This unending tension and clinging exhaustion that wouldn’t let go. If everything he learned in class was right, he should be going into heat within the next day.

He couldn’t help but remember the clothes he had collected earlier. Kirishima’s jacket, Tokoyami’s cloak, Jirou’s hoodie, Aoyama’s shirt, Hagakure’s tank top… they all smelled so secure and reassuring. Throughout everything he and his class had been through together, their scents were a source of calm to him. 

He wanted so badly to go collect nesting materials but he was stuck there now until his heat ended. 

Midoriya pulled out his phone and opened the class group chat. 

‘Midoriya: Hey guys. Do you think some of you would be willing to bring some nesting materials by the heat rooms at some point? Like shirts and blankets and stuff. Don’t feel like you have to though. It’s not super important’

He added the last part, unsure about how the request would make his class feel. An omega taking items for nesting was usually only for people they were close with and/or pack mates. He didn’t want to overstep anyone’s boundaries or sound like he was demanding their things for himself. Though, it couldn’t hurt to ask, right?

He put down his phone and tried to get some sleep before class tomorrow, which he’d be attending virtually. 

…

The omega woke up to his phone alarm and an all-over body ache. He winced and groaned as he sat up and stretched. 

Oh, right. Heat pain.

His usual morning routine went off decently well, a shower, teeth-brushing, taming his messy green lockes with a hairbrush, the usual. As he was just making sure his laptop was ready for the class, a Cycle Specialist knocked and entered. 

He was a taller dark-skinned man with patches of gray scales on his face holding a clipboard and a satchel hanging off his shoulder. “Greetings, Midoriya. I’m your nurse, Mr. Higashi, I’ll be checking your vitals this morning and Nonaka will be here with your breakfast soon. If you could just sit at your desk, I’ll take your blood pressure and temperature.”

Midoriya sat and furrowed his brow as the nurse entered. He was careful not to stray too close to the nest, as entering an omega’s nest without being invited was generally a bad idea. “Is all this really necessary?”

“Technically, no. But, as you’re a hero student having his first heat under the care of UA, the staff want to make sure there’s no negative reaction by the body or that you may have some condition about your secondary gender that might affect your hero work.” Mr. Higashi said as he wrapped Midoriya’s arm in the cuff and took his blood pressure.

“Besides, between you and me, they’re mostly covering their butts. See, if a student has a bad heat experience under their care, you or your family could sue.” The doctor laughed. “And they can’t send you home because of all the villain attacks. So they gotta give you the best, or else they’re in trouble.”

That got a small chuckle out of him. 

“Alright, your heart rate and blood pressure look good. Let’s take your temp.” The nurse scanned a thermometer over his forehead and hummed at the reading. “A little warm there. I’m guessing you’ll be starting your heat within the next 20 hours or so.” He quickly put his medical instruments in a small bag and picked up his clipboard. “I’ll go fetch Nonaka for you, be back in sec.” The nurse offered a cheerful smile and left. 

Higashi walked down the hall and to the front of the building, looking for Nonaka when he saw a small crowd of students at the front holding a massive amount of clothing and blankets.

“Excuse me, may I help you?”

“We’re here to see Izuku Midoriya.” The taller one with glasses and dark blue hair spoke loudly with an air of authority. 

Higashi looked down at his clipboard with Midoriya’s paperwork and scanned the top information section. Just as he thought. “Izuku Midoriya is not in a pack. Only immediate family and pack members are allowed to visit the omegas.”

“What? That’s ridiculous!” A shorter brown-haired girl said with a pout. 

“We were asked to bring him some nesting materials. May we leave them for him?” One of the alphas of the group, the one with red and white hair, asked calmly. 

“I’ll take them for now, go ahead and leave them on the front desk. If Midoriya says yes, then I’ll allow it.”

“Why the Hell wouldn’t he say yes when he’s the one who asked us to come here?” One of them, the winner of the Sports Festival, practically snarled in his face, as two others from the group put all the nesting materials on the desk as asked.

“Believe it or not, there are some people who will try and force nesting materials on omega’s in an effort to get them used to their scent so they may take advantage of them.”

A few in the group recoiled in disgust, while a couple others seemed offended at the implication.

“I’m not saying you guys are definitely doing that, it’s just something we have to be aware of. Midoriya’s still mentally in a place where he can accept and reject things, so I’ll talk with him about it.” 

“Sorry, what did I miss?” Nonaka walked in at that moment, having probably gone to use the bathroom. 

“Just some friends offering nesting materials, Nona, go ahead and grab Midoriya’s breakfast, I’ll take care of this.”

Nonaka nodded her head and left. Higashi looked back at the group. 

“Thank you for the offerings for your friend. We’ll take it from here.” 

“Of course. We thank you for your time.” Glasses bowed and corralled everyone out the door. 

Higashi smiled at all the offerings piled on the front desk now. “Nice kids.”

…

“Midoriya?”

“Come in.” Midoriya said from his desk. 

The lady from earlier with pink glasses, Nonaka, entered with a warm tray of food. “Breakfast. Lunch Rush makes all the food for the Cycle Home, so lucky you. I love his cooking.” She set the tray down on the desk and placed some chopsticks beside them.

“Thank you.” Midoriya quickly grabbed the tray and began eating his grilled fish, suddenly feeling extremely hungry. 

“Also, did you ask for some nesting materials from your friends? A group of students came by with clothing and blankets for you.”

“Mm-hmm!” Midoriya hummed and nodded in between bites of food.

“Alright then.” Nonaka stepped out of the room and Midoriya heard a strained sound from outside. He looked to see Higashi bringing in an absolute mountain of nesting materials. 

Midoriya inhaled in surprise and a bit of rice flew into his throat, causing him to cough and hack it up. As soon as he caught his breath Higashi stepped out and brought another mass of items.

“They brought all that for me?” 

The two attendees laughed. “Yep. You’ve got a good group of friends there.” Higashi said.

“We’ll leave you to it. I’m sure you’re gonna wanna work on that nest now, huh?” Nonaka said, smiling at Midoriya’s vigorous nodding. She chuckled and the two left the room.

Midoriya was on cloud nine as the scents from all his friends filled his nose and head. Forget food, he was on the floor sorting out items in an instant, trying to figure out how each color and each scent would fit together in his perfect first nest. 

There was so much material to work with, layers upon layers of cloth and cushion, Midoriya was in heaven. 

He spent the next twenty minutes carefully placing each item in its exact spot within the nest. Just as he was making the important decision of where the alpha scents went, the alarm on his phone went off, alerting him that class was starting very soon. He reluctantly got up from his nest and went to his desk to start class.

—

The heat was really setting in.

It had been 3 days. He had made the perfect nest and for a moment he thought this might not be so bad.

Well, those anxieties he felt earlier about his first heat were not misplaced. 

He hurt, and not a little either. One thing you could not say about Izuku Midoriya is that he had no pain tolerance. That was the opposite of the truth. He’d shattered his bones over and over again and kept fighting. 

But this wasn’t like that. It was an ache. It was a throbbing burning ache in his core that spread across his body, and he had a headache to match. 

And the actual heat part… Midoriya had fought Todoroki before, he’d been burnt by fire, this was worse.

At least in a fight he had adrenaline coursing through him that kept his mind from focusing on any pain or discomfort, but just sitting there in his nest, he could feel every inch of fire on his skin. 

Heats weren’t normally like this, at least, not for adults, but as he had heard about in health class, heats and ruts when you’re young are irregular and abnormal and can easily be debilitating. 

Lucky him. 

On top of it all, all of his senses were cranked up to a hundred. Increased sensitivity, another effect of heats. Things were bright, pain was more intense, tastes were stronger, sounds were louder. 

Thankfully, since the staff are trained for this sort of thing, they easily communicate and move around without making too much sound. And the food was already pretty bland, probably for this exact reason, so he could still eat pretty easily.

He laid in the fetal position in his nest, all clothes except boxers discarded, and fan on full blast. Classes were over for the day, so he didn’t have to keep trying to focus with his muted thoughts and fuzzy vision. 

There was a knock and the door creaked open. 

“Hey, Midoriya. I need to get your vitals real quick and then we’ll get dinner right out for you.”

Midoriya whined out something hoarsely and slowly sat up, holding out his arm for the blood pressure cuff. 

Higashi gently took a seat beside him and set up the cuff. “At this rate, your peak heat should happen sometime between tonight and this time tomorrow. After that it’ll start to feel better.” He spoke softly as he took measurements. Midoriya was wincing at the cuff squeezing his arm, feeling everything so much more during this period. 

The omega reached for his All Might plushie and held it close, needing something to squeeze. Higashi smiled but didn’t comment. He just scanned his forehead with the thermometer and hummed at the results. 

“Did you finish your water from earlier?” He asked.

“Yeah.” Midoriya practically whispered as he handed him the empty bottle. 

“Alright, let me get you a refill.” He took the bottle and left, allowing Midoriya to dramatically flop back down with a deep sigh. 

The worst part of all of this was that throughout it all… he could only think about how much he wanted to be back at the dorms with his friends. He wanted them there. He wanted to nest there and bring them in, invite them in, and cuddle with them together. He cared about each of them so much. Their scents were great, and just about the only thing keeping him sane, but what he wouldn’t give for them there in person…

For now, all he could do was eat and guzzle water like his life depended on it.

…

“Alpha…” Midoriya whined and whimpered. His peak heat was here. His eyes were glazed over and he couldn’t move his body much. His thoughts were muddled… but there was still something on his mind. “Alphas… where?”

Higashi scribbled a few things down from his seat at the desk. He was required to keep ten minutes of watch over Midoriya every hour to make sure nothing alarming happened. He seemed physically fine, but Higashi was starting to think he did have a pack. Well, not yet, but he seemed very attached to a group of alphas, most likely those kids from earlier, and he wouldn’t doubt if he’d bonded to the betas too. 

“You’re alright, Midoriya. Do you want more water?”

“Alphas… Kacchan. Want Kacchan.” 

“Kacchan isn’t here. Do you want an ice pack?”

Midoriya curled up and whined pitifully. 

“I’ll get you an ice pack in a minute, okay?”

Midoriya didn’t respond. Honestly, Higashi was surprised he had already responded as much as he did during his first peak heat. 

The omega was clearly quite close to his friends. He wouldn’t be surprised if the next time he saw Midoriya he had formed a pack with them. A pack formed at a younger age came with some unique problems, but it wasn’t inherently doomed to fail. He’s seen many young packs who stayed together and made each other stronger, just what heroes in training could use. 

Higashi wrote down a note to recommend A/B/O support to Midoriya. A counselor in secondary gender and pack dynamics could help him navigate a possible pack, or at least his relationship with these alphas. This ‘Kacchan’ in particular seemed to mean a lot to him. 

He’d bring it up to him once he came out of his heat. 

...

Midoriya quickly shoved his laptop and charger into his bag. He was finally getting out of this place! 

His heat ended up lasting 8 days, 8 days too long if you ask Midoriya. He was thrilled to get back to his friends and classes and he was already mulling over which muscle groups to work out and which type of combat training would be best to jump back into after his break. 

He had to request a box to store all the nesting materials his class had brought him. Extra care was taken to neatly fold them so they wouldn’t be so crumpled or wrinkly when he returned them. 

It felt awful to have to take apart his nest that he worked so hard on, but if it meant leaving sooner, then he was all for it.

“Hi, Midoriya, may I come in?” Came Nonaka’s voice. 

“Come in.”

“We’re almost ready for your checkout,” Nonaka said as she entered the room. “However, you’ve still got some lingering heat scent so you’ll be required to wear a heat collar on school grounds. Do you have one? If not, we have one you can take with you.”

The greenette blinked in surprise. “Uh, no, I don’t have a heat collar.”

“That’s alright.” She fished around in her pocket for a moment before pulling out a plain black collar wrapped in plastic. “Here you go. Let me just finish your check-out and you’ll be all good to go.” She waved and exited his room.

Midriya took the collar in his hand and fumbled with the plastic before sliding it off. 

The collar was a thick fabric with two long strips of foam, meant to go over the scent glands, and a thin plastic buckle at the back. It was black and plain, as one should expect from something given out by medical staff. He rubbed his thumbs over the foam. It was soft yet firm, comfortable but still able to soak up the scent. It slid over his neck and snapped in the back with a small click.

Midoriya adjusted the collar a bit, trying to center it over his glands in just the right way before finally letting go with a satisfied smile.

With his bag zipped shut, and the heat room left just as it was found, the omega eagerly left the room and beelined for the lobby. 8am! There was still enough time to take his stuff back to his dorm and make his first class in person.

As he entered the lobby, he saw some familiar faces.

Was that… his entire class?

“Deku, you’re out!” Uraraka called and waved her hand in the air excitedly. 

It’s true. His entire class was there. All 18 of them!

He couldn’t help it. After over a week of being alone in heat he ran up the group, not an ounce of hesitation, and practically tackled Bakugou in a hug. 

Alpha. The words resided in his mind as he clutched onto Bakugou like his life depended on it.

“What the fuck? Deku?” Bakugou yelled, but didn’t push him away. 

“Alpha.” This time he said it aloud in a satisfied sigh.

Though Midoriya couldn’t see it, as his face was buried in Bakugou’s chest, the alpha’s cheeks flared red and his eyes went wide. 

“Midoriya, are you quite alright?” Iida asked, putting a hand on the omega’s shoulder, not paying attention to the death glare now upon him from Bakugou.

Midoriya pulled away with a smile like the sun. “Yeah. I just missed you guys.”

“We missed you too!” Mina, Uraraka, Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari all shouted at once. 

There was a laugh from the desk. “Izuku Midoriya, you’re all checked out. You’ve still got class, but afterwards I’m sure your friends will be happy to keep you company. And be sure to come back if you have any other concerns.”

“I will.” Midoriya waved. 

“Oh, and don’t forget the nesting materials your friends were so nice to have brought you.” Higashi said and he entered with the box of clothes and blankets. 

“I got it!” Kirishima ran to the nurse and grabbed the box before heading back to the group. 

“Alright, we have enough time to take Midoriya’s items to his dorm room and then go straight to class.” Iida announced and waved them all out of the building.

Midoriya practically skipped out of the building with Bakugou’s hand in his right and Iida’s in his left.

“So what was it like in there, Mido?” Mina asked.

“Boring.” He answered honestly. “I really miss classes in person, training, and just hanging out in the dorms with all of you.” 

“Aww, we were missing you too. It’s just not the same without both the problem kids.” Mina snickered, expecting some retaliation from Bakugou, but instead the alpha in question was oddly quiet, staring at Midoriya like some kind of alien. 

“I got an idea! Let’s run back to the dorms. Bet you’re ready to stretch those legs, huh, Midoriya?” Kaminari waved and began running. 

Midoriya chuckled. “You’re right, I do need a run.” He let go off the alpha’s hands and began jogging down the pavement, oblivious to the effect it had on the two alphas. Within seconds, the entire class was running across campus which turned to a race. Midoriya had One For All Full Cowling active as he dashed over the cement and grass. With the wind and sun on his face and class beside him, he finally felt truly happy for the first time in over a week. 

…

#mha #omegaverse #heat fic #omega heats #dekubowl #omega!deku #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugou #shotou todoroki #shota aizawa #ochako urakara #eijirou kirishima #denki kaminari #tenya iida #kyouka jirou #momo yaoyaruzo #mina ashido #fumikage tokoyami #yuuga aoyama #nesting #fanfic #not tagging all the alphas again this is taking forever lmao #fluff #fluff and angst

[frankieispunkk]

The intimacy of being understood by someone.

Marcus pike x plus-sized fem autistic reader

Reader has no physical description apart from being plus-sized and having short to medium length hair

This is my first fic so plz be kind I love this man so much 🥹 this will be part one,I might do more parts:)) all will be pov of reader :)

I wake up an hour before my alarm,typical. I stretch over to check the time and my phone flashes 5:30am,I guess I could just sit here and wallow in depression for an hour. NO I NEED TO STOP THAT ITS MY FIRST DAY IN A NEW JOB! I didn’t move half way across the fucking world for nothing! I sigh and motivate myself to get in the shower,what a day already. After the shower I’m greeted by my cat whiskey,”you hungry buddy?” He meows,yeah me too. Getting dressed into my “work clothes” I do a mental check list,shower? Check? Feed whiskey? Just about to do. Check your phone is FULLY CHARGED! I glance at my phone,yep 100 percent. Check to see if AirPods are also fully charged! Check. I go to the rucksack at the end of my bed,have I got everything? Ok,water? In the fridge. Binders and notebook,yep,chargers,yep. Lunch? I’ll pick some up on the way. Ok I’m good,I’m ok,everything is going to be alright. I say to myself as I exit the bedroom to feed myself and whiskey. I glance at the time,6:30. Cool. After feeding whiskey I grab myself some breakfast and sit down,feeling very anxious about the day ahead…I shouldn’t really call mum but I need too…

She picks up after the second attempt “hey mum”

“Hi baby! How’s America?”

Yeah all good,I’ve settled in now,but it’s the first day of my new job today and I’m really nervous”

“Oh sweetie,just remember the routine we put in place ok? Check your things as many times as you need,remember to breathe ok? You will smash it I promise,you’re are so amazing baby,I’m so proud of you”

“Thanks mum I’m just worried people will think I’m weird or I fuck the whole thing up,I love you so much”

“You won’t,and I love you too. You go smash them girl!”

“I’ll try! I got to go now mum I’ll text you later!”

I take a deep breath and count all my things again,right time for me to go bud,I stroke whiskey and give him a kiss on the head

Navigating DC is bad at the best of times but at rush hour,when you don’t know the place,it’s hell. I feel my breath quicken and my palms go clammy,”not now not now”I say to myself but it’s too late,I’m having a full on panic attack in the middle of dc trying to navigate the fucking subway. Suddenly I hear a voice,”hey,hey sweetheart can you hear me?” Shit i didn’t realise I fell,my vision and hearing are muffled but I hear a man talking.he bends down to my level so he’s not so intimidating…suddenly all my senses are heightened again,and I suddenly become aware of my surroundings…there’s a few people crowded around me,the man who’s voice I heard is kneeling next to me…holy shit I feel so embarrassed…he’s gorgeous..he has the most beautiful deep brown eyes his whole face looks like it’s been carved by the gods. “Hey you with me” he looks up at me with those beautiful…but weirdly very caring eyes… “I’m sorry I don’t know what happened” i babble…”you fell over,luckily I don’t think you’re injured”he smiles reassuringly. “Do you know what caused it?” He asks softly,”I don’t know,one minute I was walking around trying to find the subway,next minute I’m on the ground with multiple people standing around me” “don’t worry I made sure they all got on their way,most of them are just nosy anyway,don’t actually care what’s happening,where abouts were you going?”

“To the greens,it’s my first day at work”. Suddenly I remember that I’m probably now hours late for work and I’m just sitting in the middle of the street talking to a stranger…that potentially saved my life. “SHIT IM SO LATE FOR WORK MY BOSS IS GOING TO KILL ME”I suddenly start to panic again,tears streaming down my face. “Hey,hey look at me breathe ok,breathe with me he places my hand on his chest and I copy his breathing…”I’m sorry you probably think I’m some sort of freak” I mutter after I calm down again. “Not at all,we all have anxiety,myself included.i remember the first day I came to DC,i spent 5 minutes out here then I locked myself in the house for 2 weeks.” “I’m Marcus by the way.” You must be Daisy?” I saw on your name tag.

“Yeah…it’s nice to meet you Marcus,thank you for everything”

“It’s no problem,also it looks like we work in the same place! Marcus pulls out his fbi name badge

“Omg that’s such a coincidence,but why me? Why did you stop to help me?

“ because you looked like you needed help,you almost looked in pain,and I wanted to help you. Marcus says softly.

this time we both were walking through the crowded streets of DC. It felt better with someone next to me.

Thank you,so much. I’m not going to lie,I think it was a panic attack,I haven’t had one in years,but I think with the move and the change of routine it all just hit me at once. I’m sorry you had to see me like that,I laugh hoping to make the air less awkward . god this man is beautiful,and kind to! And he works with me? God I need to pull myself together.

“Don’t worry about it and yeah I kinda guessed that,panic attacks can be so scary and vicious sometimes can’t they?”

“You can say that again”

By time we finish our conversation we are on the subway train. I nervously bob my leg up and down

“Hey it’s going to be ok!” Marcus reassures me.

“Can I be honest with you Marcus?”

“ sure” he smiles

“I think I would still be freezing to death on that pavement if it wasn’t for you” I laugh softly

“A cop or someone like that would of found you I’m no hero I promise”he winks

Fuck that was sexy,I’m already falling for this man and it’s been what 2 hours? He is probably married I need to stop.

“But you did save my life” “well it felt like you did”

He blushes “I really didn’t”

“Let me take you out for dinner” I blurt out. Shit did I really just say that??

“Only If you let me pay” Marcus smiles big “honestly was thinking of asking you out for dinner,your beautiful”

“ Wait really”

“Yes”he chuckles,”come on this is our stop”

#marcus pike x reader #marcus pike #marcus pike fic #marcus pike x you

[starjane312]

Kit Tanthalos x OC

Big Masterlist

Masterlist

Epilouge

When I open my Eyes I look at Kit.

J: What the hell ?

My whole body hurts. 

J: Why do I feel like I’ve been kicked by a Horse ?

Kit hugs me. 

J: Hey everythings alright. I just turned to Stone.

She looks at me Confused.

J: What ?

K: You don’t Remember ?

She looks at Willow.

K: How ?

W: What is the last thing you Remember ?

J: I turned into stone. I was walking in a Dark Void until I saw this green Light.

W: Her Body must have been a shell. Only showing her deepest fears and Insecurities. 

I sit up.

J: If you’re here. Where is Miles ?!

He lifts his Coat and shows Miles bind to his Chest.

W: Protection shield like I told you.

I look down at my Clothes.

Ja: So you don’t Remember a thing that has happened ?

J: What the fuck am I wearing ?!

He hands Miles to me.

I shake my Head.

J: Not a Single bit. Care to remind me ?

K: You were on the side of the Crone.

J: You’re Joking right ?

Everybody looks at me with Dead serious faces.

J: I didn’t try to Kill anybody did I?

Ja: You did.

I look at Jade.

J: I’m so Sorry.

She waves her Hand.

Ja: You weren’t you. 

We get up. Once I see aryk. I frown.

J: What did you do to your Hair ?

A: Doesn't it look Good ?

J: Meh. Would have to get Used to it. But this is Different.

A: I’m different ? You Married my Sister and you have a Baby.

J: Ok. Everything is Different.

I look around.

J: Where is Twinkle-Toes ?

Everyone stays Quiet.

J: No.

Tears gather in my Eyes.

E: He died protecting me.

I chuckle.

J: God damn. Did he at least …

K: He told her he had the Hots for her.

J: Good. 

I shake my head and chuckle.

Ja: No ones gonna know how Brave he was.

K: They will. We’re gonna Tell them.

J: And I will show them how good of a Writer he was. 

I get the book out of my Pocket.

B: You have that ?

J: Didn’t give it back the last time. Kinda flew over my Head you know, with my Wife giving Birth and stuff. It's a Miracle it's here.

A: Wait, how old is he ?

J: Three days.

He looks at Kit.

A: How can you walk ?

E: Magic.

He nods and then looks at Miles.

A: What’s his name ?

K: Miles.

J: You wanna Hold him ?

He nods. I hand him to Aryk.

A: Why does he have red Hair ?

J: We’re suspecting either your mothers Genes or the Blood magic.

We look at the unending lands.

A: It just goes on and on till eventually you end up back where you started.

B: Nah, we’ll make it back. We always figure something out.

I look at Boorman and shake my head.

B: You know you really have to Prove it though, if you wanna adventure with us. We don’t mess about.

I slap Boorman across the Head.

J: Shut it you Oaf. 

B: Hey !

A: Who are you again ?

J: Remember my Brother that left when we were Seven.

I point at Boorman.

A: Oh.

J: Yeah. 

B: By the way.

He takes something from his Wrist and holds it in front of me. It's the bracelet. I take it.

J: Yeah, kinda not sorry for that.

B: I am.

I nod.

J: I know. And maybe I will forgive you. 

I look at Kit who's wearing full Armour. 

J: It worked on you huh ?

She nods and looks down at herself. I smirk. I have to admit she looks very Hot. Jade smiles at us.

K: What ? I’m gonna take it off. I will have to eventually.

She points at Miles.

Ja: When ?

K: As soon as I figure out how. 

Aryk leans over to me and whispers in my ear.

A: You kinda wish that was never, Huh ?

I look at him astonished.

A: What ?

I take Miles back from him.

Ja: What if the Wyrm or whatever is still down there, waiting ?

E: It is. I saw it. 

Ja: Shouldn’t we go back and try and Kill it ?

W: Soon it’ll come for us. Now we’ve really pissed it off.

We look at Willow.

Ja: You don’t really seem to Worried.

J: Isn’t that usually your thing ? Worrying ?

W: No. I’ve got you Girls and soon there’ll be more. Like a snowball gathering size and Speed as it rolls downhill. Did I ever tell you about the Time Madmartigan rolled himself into a giant snowball ?

We start Walking. But Jade puts her Hand on my Shoulder.

Ja: Can we talk ?

I look at her.

J: Only if you help me put Miles on my Chest. 

She grabs the Linen and Starts.

Ja: When we were fighting you yelled at me that I’m always in the way. And that Kit’s supposed to be on your side. Are you insecure about mine and Kit’s friendship ? Cause I can assure you it is nothing more than that.

I look at her.

J: I once was, when was 14. You always seemed so close and … I guess that fear was still buried somewhere. But I know that you want nothing from her, so we’re fine.

She nods and makes a knot in the Linen.

K: What are you doing  ?

We look at her.

J: What does it look like ?

K: Standing around. 

I walk to her.

J: Sorry that I didn’t want my Arms to hurt from Carrying our Child the Whole time. 

I take her Hand. We keep walking. But look back once we notice Elora's standing still looking back.

K: Hey. Come on.

J: We need you Up here.

She comes to us and we walk with the Sunrise. 

J: I’m gonna miss Twinkle-Toes.

K: Going from wanting to Kill him to being his best friend.

J: Ironic isn’t it.

I smile at her and then at Miles.

#kit tanthalos #kit tanthalos x reader #kit tanthalos x oc #willow #jade claymore #aryk tanthalos #elora danan #thraxus boorman #graydon hastur

[thabigradwolf]

Guess what kids its smut time!!! Wrote it drunk so like forgive me but like…may it feed your thirst.

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Alcina always saw herself as THE apex predator wherever she went. Between her dealings with Miranda and personal matters she always made the tough choices and did it with brutal efficiency. No one was the wiser on the toll it takes on Alcina. No one but Donna. Donna knew her beloved quite well and knew just how to take care of the ferocious woman’s needs. Sex.

The soft blankets of Donna’s bed always felt amazing against Alcina’s skin. She loved the drag of the soft material against against her legs and thighs. Alcina traced her fingers in the plush fabric to leave what she loved to think of as claw marks in the heavy fleece. If she was honest with herself Donna’s bed was her favorite place to be.

Donna had been called a “simp” by Karl multiple times because of the way Donna prepared everything for Alcina. Always making sure she had the softest bed for her love to rest on. Going out of way to make sure she was well fed with home-cooked meals. Donna didn’t start trying to take care of anything really besides her art and her rabbit Angie until she was aware of her feelings. Alcina was noticed this and really appreciated the effort.

Alcina rolled her shoulders and stretched. She pushed her heavy hips into the bed and settled comfortably. Here came the part the Romanian sucked at. The wait for Donna to get ready. Once Alcina’s clothes were off she just wanted to be railed within an inch of her life. Donna however was meticulous. She would take the time to heat up the toys and warm the lube. The wait was always worth it but what took about 10min of time felt like a lifetime.

Alcina softly grumbled “I ….just wanna cum.” She buried her face into her arms. She could feel the heat roll across her face as she thought of those texts she has been teased with all day. For a normally quite woman Donna was able to “spit game”. Alcina closed her eyes and let out of soft huff think about the interactions earlier.

With a flip of the switch the room went dark. Donna’s voice cut the silence.

“Thanks for waiting Alci.”

Instinctively Alcina raised her pelvis so Donna could slide in.

“What took you so long my love?” Alcina felt Donna’s cold hands on her hips and soft belly. Alcina tenderly traced her large hands against Donna’s forearms. She felt her nipples harden and fluttering deep in her belly. “It’s hard to be that patient for you…”

Alcina spread her legs for the smaller woman. She gently tugged on Donna to pull her close to her core. Donna followed the lead instinctually. She leaned in an kissed Alcina’s soft tummy pooch. It’s was Donna’s little secret that she loved that soft belly. It was evidence that Alcina wasn’t working herself to death and actually eating a proper meal.

Alcina settled her lower back into the bed and softly inhaled. “I’m ready, I have waited long enough I think.”

Donna laughed “shouldn’t I warm you up a bit?” Donna was full of shit. She knew Alcina too well, they had been sexting all day and it was a miracle Donna hadn’t been jumped by the horny woman sooner.

While Alcina knew Donna was joking she felt a bit frantic “you know dear…you could stop fucking with me and actually just…fuck me.” Donna laughed she loved seeing Alcina like this. Without another word between the two Donna obliged and placed the heavy head in Alcina’s entrance and slowly pushed in.

Alcina lifted her legs and spread her toes “Oh god yes…” Donna began to pump the tip of the large toy inside of her love. Alcina is and has always been a size queen. This toy was the latest in their arsenal. Alcina had spent weeks training for the stretch but couldn’t get that “knot” in at the base of the toy. She wanted to challenge but so far this was the one that had her beat.

Donna pushed a warmed load of sticky lube to help Alcina with her latest conquest. Also holy fuck hearing that loud husky moan. Alcina moaned “Oooh fuck…” beads of sweat began to pill up on both of their brows. Alcina began work the toy deeper with gentle rhythmic bucks. “Donna I need to angle” Alcina said nothing more and move the smaller woman with her powerful thighs. Donna smirked “that needy?” Donna slowly leaned into Alcina and to illicit louder moaning.

Alcina and Donna found a perfect rhythm that both could maintain. The sloppy wet noises of Alcinas drenched pussy, the panting between the pair only made Alcina more receptive. Alcina found herself pushed against the knot of the toy. Her lips stroked the fat bulge.

Alcina breathily address Donna “ my love, leave this part to me. I need to mount at my own pace. Just suck on my nipples to help me” without a word Donna gladly did as she was told and began to suckle Alcina. Donna grabbed Alcina’s wrists and pushed her into the bed to keep her leverage.

Alcina lifted her heels to the ceiling. All of this was so much. The feeling of the cool fabric of Alcina’s sweaty skin. Donna’s soft lips and playful tongue teasing Alcina’s hard nipples and the heavy stretch of the toy pushing at the heart of her core. Alcina began to bear down on the knot and then it happened.

She felt a delicious pop deep inside of her. The knot was in and she had never felt fuller. Alcina let out a loud moan. “OH FUCK…” Alcina began to grind against Donna. Alcina croaked “please kiss me…” naturally Donna was happy to oblige. In that moment of closeness Alcina grabbed Donna’s ass and began to set the pace for the grind.

Alcina dug her fingers into Donna’s shoulders and cried out “DONNA!! DONNAA!! IM…” Alcina buried her face into Donna’s neck as the waves of Alcinas orgasm crashed over her. She wrapped her thick thighs around the smaller woman’s waist. Frustration was beginning to mount Alcina couldn’t stop milking the toy. Donna wasn’t helping either because with each tender stoke to comfort her the more aroused she became.

Alcina panted “fuck…I need a moment.” When Alcina lowered her legs her insides we once again teased by the toy. “Donna…I need a moment.”

“Alcina?”

“I’m okay but for the love of god don’t move. I need a moment”

“But are you???” Donna was worried now.

“I’m fine. I just feel boneless and stupid. I need a moment” Alcina’s breathing evened out and she was finally able to lower her legs slowly.

“Ready for me to pull ou”

Alcina cut her off immediately “please don’t…I’m afraid I’ll cum again and right now I just…” Alcina loved how she felt in that moment but it was a lot to try and process. Donna slowly rested on top of Alcina and began to tenderly kiss her neck. “Take all the time you need. I’m just happy to be here with you”

Alcina tilted her knees towards Donna’s back. Gently petting Donna brought Alcina back to how much she loves being in Donna’s bed. Donna got it and really understood Alcina. This was the only place where Alcina could be the maiden and still feel respected. Even as she was covered in lube, sweat and cum she felt sexy and honestly loved. Even if she was stuck with this over stimulating knotted toy it was impossible to not get light headed think about how well Donna treated her.

Alcina wanted this moment between the two to last forever. In a emotional haze of thinking about what led this vulnerability Alcina blurted out “I want more.” Donna was delighted at the prospects of round two.

“I promise the next one will be stronger than the first.” Donna chuckled “you may have to be stuck with me on top of you for a while”

Alcina could feel that deep fluttering in her belly. She placed the back of her arm over her eyes. “I’ll deal…I just need more of you.” Blush pinked Alcina’s cheeks as she firmly dug her heels into the mattress. Figuring out how to pull out was a problem for future Alcina and Donna.

#resident evil village #alcina dimitrescu #re8 #resident evil #lady dimitrescu #lesbian #donna beneviento #human au #benetrescu #resident evil 8 #me howling #college au #lady alcina dimitrescu #re: village #it’s smut

[eternallyanxiousandstressed]

More Tea

Whooooo boy do I have some more tea for you all! It'll be under the cut because I don't know how long this will be.

Luke's birthday is coming up. I believe I mentioned this. And I believe I mentioned how they planned a little get together on his birthday without talking to me about any of it.

Well, I told Ratboy that I was going to be seeing Luke earlier in the day for some one on one time. Especially because I haven’t gotten to see him much. But I also told him other days I was planning on picking him up. Because I’m done asking. For one, I shouldn’t have to ask to see my own son who I still have legal custody of. But two, he ignores at least 75% of my text messages, including most of the ones asking about trying to find a time for me to see Luke.

This asshat decides to send me a whole fucking message, starting with asking me why I’m being so demanding and that it would be one thing if I were to ask but it’s completely different to demand these things… As if asking had worked?

Anyways he then goes on to talk about how before Thursday I hadn’t seen Luke in 8 weeks. As if it was my fault he wasn’t trying to work with me or would just straight up ignore my text messages. I’m tempted to go through and count how many times I asked to see Luke where it was ignored. Anyways, he tried to act as if it was my fault and not mostly on the fact that he refuses to communicate or work with me on anything! 

Then he mentions that I haven’t asked about his daily schedule or what he’s eating or what size diapers he’s wearing now. He also says I haven’t asked about what size clothes he’s wearing which is blatantly false as I have a text message to prove I have asked about his clothing size. A text he ignored. He says all of this as if he’d answer if I did ask about any of it. When 75%+ of my texts are ignored, what’s the point in asking if I’m not going to get an answer? I tried talking to him about Luke at the mall but he barely wanted to talk about him. And um… I also talked about his clothing size when we were at the mall on Thursday so… yeah. He also mentioned that I have done nothing to support Luke. Okay, fucking talk to me and communicate and maybe I could figure it out??? But like… if he isn’t going to communicate there’s no way for me to do any of this shit! It took me about a month of getting maybe a text message a day to even get taxes figured out, and even then, he didn’t tell me when the refund came back until I brought it up at the mall.

Then he has the audacity to talk about my mental stability while with Luke because I haven’t been with him for more than a few hours and never alone in the past few months. Okay, for one, who’s fault is that again? And for two, I’m doing pretty good mentally right now. I think I can handle taking care of my own son (whom I basically raised alone for 6 months) for a day by myself.

But the thing that pissed me off the most about his text? “As for his birthday, you won’t be picking him up prior to his party as I already have plans with him and his schedule is especially important that day.” To which I obviously told him he can figure it the fuck out because I’m spending time with my son on his birthday. He can kiss my fucking ass. And if he tries to withhold Luke from me, it’s technically called parental kidnapping and he has poked and prodded this mamma bear too fucking long. I am not above filing charges. The fact that he didn’t bother to talk to me before making plans shows that he doesn’t give a shit about me or if I’m in Luke’s life or not. 

He is about to see that I am not playing around and bowing to his every whim anymore. I am fighting for my goddamn son and I don’t care what I have to do to do so.

#the tea

[piraticusdorm]

Peaceful Shadows - Final

“You’re a fucking pain in the ass, you know?”

Now that you aren’t fighting to claw his eyes off you notice more details. Useful details in case he escapes and you need to describe his profile later. 

The most striking part has to be his eyes. You hadn’t noticed before but there are two colors mixed in. Red at the bottom, green at the top, though the latter is obscured by half lidded eyelids. The black wings make him easy to point out, and that’s about it. The rest of him is clad in strange black clothes. Even the book next to him is completely black, all but the silver corners on the cover. It’s just floating on it’s own, and when you try to grab it, it quickly floats to the opposite side. If only your books carried themselves to class like this. Well, back to the topic.

▶ Are you a dream fairy?

“Mh? I mean. Bat wings. Demon fits more, but maybe there’s none of those here…?” He brings a clawed hand to his chin, scratching in thought before sighing. “It doesn’t matter. I’m the one doing weird dream stuff. That’s what you mean, right?”

▶ Okay. Stop it

“You don’t even want to know how I do it?”

▶ No. Just stop it.

“Jeez.”

Once more he rests his hand on his chin, long pointy nails tapping rhythmically . He closes his eyes for a moment before replying.

“I can’t do that.”

▶ So you’ve chosen death.

“Nothing can stop the peas once they’ve been set. Even if you kill me or throw them away, it’ll only lessen the effect. Like, you’re still getting that one nightmare now and then.”

That’s…. More information than you thought he’d give you. The word pea throws you for a loop, until the green gems come back to mind. The green hue was similar to a pea. A pea under your pillow… a pea under a bed…

“Oh, did you get it? You’re not from this world so you should know the tale!”

A headache. You can feel it forming in your temples. Maybe you can will it away…

“It made a good base for the enxa-enchant-t-t- belrgh. For the spell! I didn’t know the pea would mix your nightmares. Sorry about that. Not your first time going into other’s minds tho! You did great!”

Thumbs up. This guy is giving you thumbs up after putting you through horrible nightmares. He’s no entirely stupid, it seems, because as soon as you stand up he doubles the distance between you both.

▶ Okay, why are you doing this? 

If he’s planning to ransom a good night’s sleep, he isn’t getting anything from the director. Then again there are a good amount of rich kids here…

“Because it’s fucking fun.”

▶ …

“...”

Shovel. There has to be shovels here you can use to bash common sense into this person. 

“Is this what anime characters mean when they say they can feel bloodlust… Scawy.”

Pointedly ignoring his words you take a step forwards, and he takes one back. His wings flap, getting ready to bail the moment you lunge forward. If only you had magic too!

▶ Can you at least turn off my pea?

“I said I can’t. Look, some of the peas were green right? Guess why.”

▶ I don’t care.

“Wow.”

Why does he look upset? You’re the one getting your sleep ruined! The nerve! As you’re glaring at him, that book of his flutters around and opens itself onto a page. With practiced movements he pulls out a single gem. The same size, the same cut… but this one is half green, half black.

“This is yours. Grim won’t have that nightmare again now that he’s faced his fear, but you didn’t face yours yet. Actually this is very handy to explain it.”

Fear?  This is all some sort of  test?

“It’s good that you can’t ignore this pea. You shouldn’t. Fight whatever fear of yours is trapped inside and you’ll feel better for it. It’s good for you, really!”

▶ No one asked for this.

The fact he said that so nonchalantly hits a nerve. Once more you step in his direction, but this time he doesn’t move.

“Who would ask for this? Half your classmates already had to do this without my magic being involved. I’m just letting the rest catch up… in a way.”

Reaching to grab at his waving hand takes him by surprise. Eyes still wide, he simply smiles.

“My nightmares were zombies. For years. And once I started bashing their heads in, it stopped. Same principle.”

Oh, your nightmares have been FAR worse than recreating some silly zombie movie. And it stops now. Just as you’re about to give a piece of your mind, he waves a finger in front of you.

“You know what, once you fight it, I’ll make a black forest cake for you as a prize!”

His smile drops then. Or, rather, it blurs. Everything starts blurring as your eyelids feel heavy, too heavy to keep open.

“I’ll send you to your room, so don’t get too mad. Jeez, I felt you were going to punch me or something.”

The words barely register on your sleep dazed brain. Faintly you hear a book opening, pages flipping and then stopping. Suddenly a light shines on the ground below you. A circle forms around you, not that you can see it, with its shapes faintly reminiscent of Ramshackle. 

“I’ll let you sleep tonight, but tomorrow you gotta face it okay? If you sleep in the same bed as someone else you can probably bring them with you. I won’t count that as cheating so try it! I want to see the results.”

Noisy crickets outside, clinging onto the last of summer, the creaks in the floorboards and the smell of your softener… you can tell this is your room. This is your bed. The voice sounds so far away now.

“It’s not that different from what that shitty corporate mouse does, so if you’re gonna judge me, judge him too.”

Far away… your consciousness struggles to not drift far away.

“We probably won’t meet again. An author  shouldn’t meddle too much, even if I’m a fake...  sleep well~”

What comes after is a simple, dreamless sleep.

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