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dcxdpdabbles · 9 months

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Passion for Fashion Part 2

Danny glances around the room, initially supposed to be the living room, but Dan had quickly turned it into a studio. He had fabrics stacked everywhere, random clothes designs pinned to the walls, and various-sized mannequins scattered about with half-finished projects.

"It looks like Joann Craft's store exploded in here" he grumbles side-stepping into a half-finished gown dress and ducking under rows of fabric swatches that Dan just has to hang across the whole house by color because they help him visualize.

Or some nonsense like that.

Frankly, Danny was starting to suspect Dan had developed a new ghost Obsession now that grief no longer blinded him, and he knew Clockwork made it deliberately fashion design.

He is a bit unsettled that Dan's tunnel vision mirrors his parent's obsession with ghost hunting. Is it a ghost Obsession thing or a Fenton thing? Even Jazz can't get sucked into her physiology studies, so he had to remind her to sleep and eat. Eventually, Danny will find his own tunnel vision obsession. He just knows it.

Ducking two more times to avoid the shades of blue and green, Danny follows the barely visible pathway to where Dan is likely working on the first suit for the competition's first catwalk.

The first round of the competition was a mere selection round, where contestants were all brought into a large room and given a sketchbook, pencils, colors pencils, and reference books. After the surprise judge gave them the theme of household pets, they were to design two male and female outfits within an hour. Dan had entered the testing room like a man sent to the front lines.

Danny hadn't been needed for that round, so he explored Gotham, stopping to eat the famous Batburger. The food was far tastier than Nasty Burger, and he felt like he was betraying his city by how much he savored the Joker fries.

He did notice the way everyone was staring at him, much to his shame, just as he was licking his fingers clean. He scrambled to leave as a few teens whispered, gesturing to him.

He had been in Casper High to know that usually meant insults, so when a pretty blond girl stood up and started for him, he made haste to get out of there as quickly as possible.

He met up with Dan- with a carryout bag because he wasn't a monster- and found the other had blown the competition out of the water. His designs were first in the selection round, and Dan's head got three sizes bigger that day.

It's strange how used to living here he's gotten. It's been a month and a half, and yes, people still stare at him a lot, but it's not like Danny isn't used to being called a freak, so he ignores them all. Dan tried to stay inside the house as much as possible, rarely leaving his fabrics, but Danny felt restless being indoors all the time.

Amity Park is a small city, with most of it being open space and grass he felt strange being surrounded by a loud, crowded city like Gotham. He often wandered about trying to find something new and fun, though that was hard to do once the sun started setting.

He found being outside at night was a terrible idea the first time a trio of men attempted to shove him into a van.

Thankfully, Danny had been bored enough he recreated some of his parents' gadgets, and the three men had been stunned by his Fenton Tazzer wristband before they had opened the van door. Then there was that time a group of toddlers tried to mug him. He had been trying to find a park or something when seven kids- couldn't be older than twelve- all creeped out of the shadows holding knives and bats and demanded he gave them his wallet.

Danny hadn't meant to, but it was so bizarre he had bursted out laughing. He was so used to ghosts that the sight of little kids trying to be threatening was so historical that he couldn't stop laughing. He also forgot to breathe for a second since coming to this world. His body needed less sleep, less food, and got less tired, which was a plus on their wallets.

Danny laughed so hard he fell to his knees, shaking with jest.

The kids scattered at once, a few shouting, "Joker venom!" he was left chuckling to himself. After that, he got up and went home, the occasional snicker slipping from his lips.

Dan had thought it was hilarious, too.

Despite the time they have been here and Danny's many outings, they haven't really interacted with anyone else. Danny had never been one to have positive memories with socializing, and Dan frankly disliked humans too much to want to be around them.

With nothing to do but wander during the day and practice his model walk, Danny quickly got into the habit of tinkering with various machinery. At first, he needed to rebuild his parent's weapons and ghost gear- something he had been able to do since he was seven- then he shifted to building whatever popped into his head.

From robotic prosthetics to a TV projector, Danny filled the hours with some eclectic in his hands. Otherwise, he looked around Gotham and took pictures of the architect because it was Sam's entire aesthetic. How could he not try to capture this place for her?

Dan had been researching through the house internet- thank the ancients the house came with the service- and found various styles he liked experimenting with. Due to his ghost abilities, he worked faster than the sewing machines and was dishing out whole outfits in matters of days instead of the months they usually take.

He has even been walking around in whatever Dan chose to make for him since he thought it would get him used to being seen in something not his usual style. He can't afford to lose the fashion show simply because he got awkward. That would ruin his plans to help Batman and get home.

His wardrobe now varied from what Dan called "eboy", "skater" "K-pop" "casual chic" "haute" and "streetwear". Personally, Danny preferred the streetwear since it was more often than not baggy.

He had a lot of people staring at him when he walked around in Dan's clothes. Danny hopes he doesn't look as dumb as he feels.

"Danny, come try this on!" Dan shouts, snapping Danny out of his thoughts. He gestured to a black and navy blue three-piece suit that took Danny's breath away.

"Wow, Dan, it's gorgeous."

"Duh, I made it brat." He gestures to the vest, which Danny can see painfully embroidered swirls of black, purple, and a few white strips. It did not take him long to recognize the Magellanic cloud resting on the right side while the left is a mirror design in black, carefully blending into the blue. The pants, jacket, and shoes were a nearly jet-black cloth that somehow looked like a liquid even when standing still, but what tied it all together was the black cape draping over the right shoulder. It was pinned in place by a metal piece shaped like a Sirius Star. "The first round is space theme, and lucky for us, I was obsessed with NASA as a kid."

"No, but honestly, can I keep this afterward?" Danny asks, reaching out to rub his hands on the fabric. "Wow this is soft"

"It's satin, of course; it's soft," Dan snorts. "And sure, if we win, it's yours. I don't care what happens to the clothes after I make them."

"How long did this take you to make?" Danny asks, turning it around and sporting more accurately placed constellations of the satellite galaxy. It was like a picture made of fabric, curling from the right to the back of the vest. He'll have to take the jacket off at some point to show that part off.

"Three days. Without sleep."

"That's insane Dan"

"No, you know what's insane? This place has different beauty standards. It's all about the goth and emo kids here. A few Victorian lads, too. Or frankly, a straight-up twink is hot."

"What?" Danny's brain buffers "That can't be right. I was bullied and so were my friends for looking like that."

"Trust me, the ideal body kept coming up as I researched fashion trends and ideas. Nerds are in here. "

"W-what do I do with knowledge?"

Dan's eyes flashed a dangerous green. "You put it to use on the walkway. This suit is designed to show you off, and the best part? It's your natural body; no need to highlight beefed-up muscles or a wide chest like Dash."

"Oh my ancients....Am I hotter than Dash? Then the top A-lister?"

Dan grins. "We got this competition in the bag."

Across Gotham, Tim is scrolling through GothamLive- the favorite plate form of all Gotham, beating even Twitter- and he's surprised to see it covered by the target of their latest mission. He's back at the cave running coms since he got dosed in fear toxin on the last big fight. It was not too bad but Bruce didn't want him doing anything too adrenaline-inducing for a least a month.

He would argue, but even he knew his hands still sometimes shook when he trained. So he was on comm duty listening in to all his family as they moved about Gotham.

It was a quiet night with only three muggings and one car thief so far, but Bruce wanted everyone connected just in case.

Tim figured he could check in on the meta twins and found Danny everywhere on Gotham's online platform.

People have been spotting him strut around Gotham looking drop-dead gorgeous, and everyone near their age group who was attracted to men was losing their minds over Danny Fenton.

Tim found a few of him in skater clothes and felt his face get slightly warmer. Okay, they are right. Danny certainly paints a pretty picture, but that's worrying.

A pretty meta? He could be snatched up by the worst of Gotham soon.

Tim will have to get close to keep an eye on him. You know, for the target's safety.

Dan is his identical twin, which means there are two beautiful boys out there. Tim thinks, checking over the twin's house location. It's thankfully on the outskirts of Gotham, where it's not exactly safe, but it sure as hell isn't Crime Alley. They should be okay as long as no one finds their home.

He choked on his coffee when a picture of Danny dressed like a K-pop star casually lodging on a chair drinking a coffee appears on his dash. Yeah, he can see how the guy ended up in modeling if he could make poses like that naturally.

"Red Robbin to everyone, we may want to keep an eye on the Fenton's. Don't want them taken by traffickers."

"Danny Fenton already fought off a kidnapping:" Jason responds in seconds with a slight sneer. His elder brother has always hated traffickers and rapists the most. " Some idiots tried to escape me by going into the Outskirts and saw Danny. They took their chance only to be taken out by the guy's tazer disguised as a bracelet."

He sends the family a photo of the incident, and Danny's unimpressed look at the three screaming men makes Tim's lips twitch. Maybe Gotham wasn't so different from Santa Prisca. Only someone used to danger so often found would be kidnapers annoying, and that island wasn't exactly the safest place to be.

Their mother died to get them out, after all.

"That's not all. He's also fought off three different gangs, none of the big players but enough to raise some brows," Babs adds, displaying a gang of Crime Alley kids running from a laughing Danny, a group of men and women wearing the red scorpion marks running from a laughing Danny and a second group of kids- slightly older but not older than Danny- all backing away from the ice Danny had encased himself in. "The first two he tricked into thinking Joker was about, and the last one he just froze himself until they got tired of shooting and went away."

"What about the other one?" Bruce asks.

"He doesn't leave the house, but he's been very active online. Mostly, he's looking up fashion articles or trends. Recently, his search is nothing but "What are twinks, and why are they hot?". I can't tell if that's a culture difference or if Dan is just weird."

"They are not trained," Damian says, an undertone of curiosity in his voice. "But they can defend themselves well and truly know their craft. Dan's designs for my animal theme challenge were exquisite. I will be commissioning the black German Shepherd suit he made. Ace and I will look divine at the next gala."

"I kind of want the bird dress," Steph cuts in with a chirp. "I know it's not purple, but it looked cool in concept. What bird breed did he pick for it?"

"It was the Lovebird," Damian answers. "Somehow his design was both elegant and accurate without seemingly childish as the bird it was based on."

Tim wonders if Damian may start to develop an interest in fashion or if he just appreciates drawings as an artist. "So should we be worried?"

"No. Fenton has unwillingly gathered too much attention online. People will notice if he disappears. Traffickers don't go for people that are easy to recognize." Jason sighs. "For now, they're safe, but not if Danny keeps wandering around like an easy target in those tailor outfits. He looks rich, even if it's only lower first class. That will attract a lot more muggings."

"Someone will have to get close to them-"

"I can do it!" Tim shouts, cutting off Bruce, then shrinks into his chair in mortification as the family chat dies. Trying to sound less eager, he hastily adds, "You know, since I'm benched. Light work to befriend the Fentons."

"Smooth Tim." Cass laughs over the coms with his other siblings snickering in the background, and sinks into his chair.

After a moment, Bruce sighs, "Alright, Tim, you can befriend one of them, but not until your turn to judge goes by. I don't want people claiming a conflict of interest there."

Hell yeah! Tim got the job!

"Of course, Bruce."

"And no flirting."

"Spoilsport"

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Passion for Fashion #Part 2 #Different world means different beauty standards #Think the early 2000s vs the 2020s beauty standards #Also Danny doesn't realize he's the ideal #He's just walking around in his own little world #Dan just wants to be a clothing making dragon hording fabrics alone #Damian does love the designs as a artist and as his personal taste #Dead tired

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Creator Spotlight: @jijidraws

Jiji Knight is a latina pinup illustrator. Her work is overall geared toward thick ladies and dedicated to fat positivity out of a purely selfish need to create art she wished she had seen growing up. She often features sexy and soft macabre themes on vibrant or sweet colours and takes great joy in making folx feel good about themselves with her work. She holds a Bachelor of Fine Arts in Illustration and operates out of her very sunny hometown of Las Vegas.

Check out our interview with Jiji below!

Have you ever had an art block? If so, how did you overcome it?

Oh my gosh… I have art blocks all the time. My favorite way of overcoming it is by making fanart. Funnily enough, that’s something I don’t do in my own work anymore. But there are still IPs I return to that still bring joy to my heart. I love returning to drawing Sailor Moon like when I was in first grade. Or I’ll even look up the last fashion week and start drawing the fashion week outfits from the Paris or New York show. Stuff like that is what gets my creative juices flowing.

What medium have you always been intrigued by but would never use yourself?

Resin. Resin art is so stunning. People make the most amazing and beautiful sculptures using resin, and I don’t think I could ever bring myself to play with something so complicated. There are a lot of ways to cure it, and sometimes, it doesn’t cure properly…I already work with enough chaos as it is! I respect resin artists, but I don’t think I would ever touch it. I’ve admired it from a distance. There is an artist I follow who does these resin layer paintings. So they’ll paint a layer of resin, then cure it, and paint on top of the cured layer. They build up these amazing paintings using resin…I could never. Maybe one day!

What is one interaction you had with a fan of yours that has stuck with you over the years?

I still remember…It was my first and only Flame Con in New York. I had a fan come up to my booth. They didn’t say hello or that it was nice to meet me. They started to cry! They cried, and the first words out of their mouth were, “I’ve never seen myself in artwork before.” So, of course, I started to cry! So we were just crying across the table at each other. It was just one of the sweetest interactions, and it really sticks with me still to this day.

What is a recent creative project that you are proud of?

My latest collaboration with the artist Missupacey. We’ve been collaborating for two years now, and our last collaboration was for Midsummer Scream. It was two very cute clown girls, and I designed our T-shirt. It was one of the most fun projects we’ve done in a long time. We love doing collaborative work because it keeps working in the art industry fresh—being able to bounce ideas back and forth. So we do it where someone picks the color palette, and someone picks a theme. We’ll get references together, put them on a big board, and send each other sketches. It’s really nice to work with somebody else.

How has technology changed the way you approach your work?

Honestly, it changed everything. I mean, I used to draw for myself a lot. And while I still do that, I now predominantly draw for my Patrons. For a while, I was drawing for the internet. So I was drawing stuff people wanted to see in terms of plus-sized versions of characters—a plus-sized Poison Ivy or a plus-sized Sailor Moon. My Patrons have allowed me to start drawing for myself again. But technology, for a while, essentially dominated what direction I was taking with my art, so I’m grateful to take some of that power back.

If there is one thing that you want art enthusiasts to remember you by, what would it be?

Body positivity. I would love for them to remember that there is an artist making work that is making people feel good about themselves and about the way they look at themselves.

Top tips on setting up an Artist Alley booth?

Have a method of taking money, have a method of displaying your work, and have a way to take a break. I have a plastic picnic cover that costs like a dollar at any store. All I have to do is clip it to my display grates, and it covers up my entire display. I feel secure enough to take time for myself in a 10-hour workday to eat something, go to the restroom, or even take a moment to breathe and reorganize my inventory. So it’s so funny that this one-dollar piece of plastic is like the most life-saving item in my display of items.

Who on Tumblr inspires you and why?

@mayakern comes to mind. She is another body-positive artist who expanded into making body-positive clothing. She’s amazing, and just to see someone else out there promoting body positivity. Maya’s been doing it longer than I have, I believe. It feels good to know that I’m not alone. Her work is always stunning, and I love her body-positive DnD characters and the fact that she’s still plowing through the clothing industry. For example, she’s expanded from skirts to button-downs and even custom-wrap shirts. I love to see what she’s doing, and it inspires me to pursue different avenues with my own work.

Thank you so much for stopping by and sharing, Jiji! Be sure to check out their Tumblr blog over at @jijidraws.

#creator spotlight #artists on tumblr #jijidraws

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animehideout · 5 months

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I’d really like to see JJK x plus size fem reader!! also FREE PALESTINE

JJK MEN X PLUS SIZE FEM¡ READER 💖

a/n : Thank you @sakuhannah for requesting and thank you for supporting Palestine, let's all Pray for our Palestinian brothers and sisters ♡

Warnings⚠️: fluff but with some smut.

characters: Gojo / Geto / Sukuna / Toji / Yuji / Nanami.

Its kinda long and I really hope you enjoy reading this💗.

Remember you are all uniquely beautiful, deserving of the world's wonders. Embrace your uniqueness, stay confident, and remember, you radiate brilliance just as you are. 🫶🏻

Gojo Satoru:

One word, this man is a simp for you.

Would flirt with you 24/7, even though you're already a couple.

Obsessed with your stunning curves and openly praises them, literally in front of everyone.

“Turn around and show me that beautiful ass of yours”

He's a very confident man, so he appreciates your self-confidence and how you stand smiling in front of the mirror.

He finds your self-confidence really sexy and attractive.

Satoru enjoys shopping with you, would spoil you and buy you expensive clothes and accessories.

Turns the store into a runway “Yeah do a little spin for me baby”

Would lowkey start a fight with people who work there if you can't find your size.

Picks out skirts for you because he loves how your legs look in them.

Loves how strong yet how gentle you are.

Your duality is his weakness, he loves your soft side as much as your badass side.

Loves how you treat his students with care.

You always hang out with him and his students and he really appreciate how you are interested in the things he's interested in.

Satoru is also a sweet tooth, so he enjoys sharing sweets and candies with you.

But, there are times when you are self-conscious. He would be you're number 1 hype man.

Wouldn't let you lose your self-confidence.

Never wastes a second to shower you with sincere compliments.

“I love you for you, I love each part of you”

Shows you off a lot, but gets jealous when someone looks at you for too long.

“No one else gets to have you but me, all for myself”

Satoru adores your ass, so he enjoys having you on top while doing it.

So he can slap your ass and squeeze it the way he wants.

“You drive me insane”.

Nanami Kento:

This man right here adores you.

He finds beauty in the uniqueness of your figure and the softness of your curves.

He likes to trace his fingers on your body and your stretch marks.

“You're majestic”

He might not be very expressive with words but damn, he can't keep his hands off of you both in public or private.

He's always placing a protective hand around your waist or hips giving you reassuring squeezes, silently conveying his love to you.

Admires you with a smile on his face whenever you're standing, sitting, walking...

He loves and respect you so much.

Loves how mature you are and how you can handle everything alone without any help, even though he's always there ready to give you a hand.

Whenever you're anxious, he always encourages you to embrace yourself, reminding you you constantly that your worth and beauty goes beyond the stupid society standards.

Wouldn't allow you to starve yourself and would spoil you with homemade food, so both of you could enjoy it while watching movies.

During intimate moments, he likes missionary so he can treat you like a princess.

Also cause you're on full display for his eyes to admire.

“My lady”

He loves your boobs, so during it he would give them soft squeezes.

Or simply burying his head there, leaving sweet wet kisses while making love to you.

“You are my love, my other half, my human diary, you're my everything y/n”

Toji Fushiguro:

Toji lives for your thighs, literally obsessed with them.

In private, in public, during family gathering this man doesn't care, his hands must be somewhere roaming your clothed or exposed thighs.

His affection is straightforward and genuine.

You're literally his type.

He compliments your boldness and self-confidence.

Admires the way you carry yourself, man he loves that.. lowkey turns him on.

He's a very supportive partner, he encourages you to go to gym dates with him not to lose weight tho, but rather to so both of you can keep healthy and entertained.

He loves you the way you are.

Toji values openness, so he appreciates it when you are open and talk about your insecurities to him.

His arms would provide you comfort and reassurance.

Creating a safe space for you.

“You're absolutely stunning and you're mine, dont ever forget that.. do you understand?”

He gets extremely jealous when someone looks your direction, he would show them that you belong to him only.

When both of you are relaxing, he buries his head between your inner thighs.

His hands wrapped around them, while he nibbles on the mellow skin.

“mm I wanna stay here forever ”

During intimacy, he likes eating you out.

He likes to position himself between your legs while you wrap your thighs around his shoulder squeezing him.

“Yeah, babygirl, squeeze me with those thighs”

Ryomen Sukuna:

The moment he saw you, he knew right away you'd belong to him and only him.

Openly compliments each part of your body.

“Every inch of you belongs to me”

But his actions speak louder than his words.

Despite his demonic nature, Sukuna tends to show you a tender side of him, just for you.

When you're under his touch, his fingers would gently brush your skin while his lips leave sugary yet sensual kisses there.

Very possessive of you, literally wouldn't let a living soul look at you, he's the only one allowed to admire you.

“ You dare to look at my woman like that? do you have a death wish brat?”

He's so damn protective of you, always resting his hand on your ass, especially in public; asserting dominance.

He's an overly confident man with a high god complex, so he admires confident people.

He fancies watching you enjoying yourself, he finds it intriguing.

He values your strengths, in personality in the way you carry yourself, in the way you show off in front of him with a smile on your face, oh girl he lives for that.

He sits back watching you with a big smirk as his eyes glued on your body.

“You're so fucking gorgeous, so fucking hot”

In rare moments when you doubt yourself he would look at you in confusion.

Doesn't understand the reason of why you're feeling down cause he sees you as a goddess (you are♡).

“huh why are you sad?_this dress doesn't look good on you?? are you fuckin kidding me? or is it an indirect way to make me rip it off of you?”

He's always keeping a watchful eye on you to ensure your safety and well-being.

And if someone dares to throw a comment your way, you can consider them dead.

He'll split them in half in a blink of eye without any mercy.

“Who do you think you are to talk to my woman like that? Know your place you fool!!”

While doing it oh damn, he worships that ass.

Gives you endless spanks till it's red.

He just loves the way it feels against his hands..

Makes you feel desired.

Expect a lot of doggy.

Geto Suguru:

Suguru is the sweetest and we all know that.

He didn't even consider your weight or size when he fell head over heels for you.

You're so beautiful and he loves the way you talk so softly.

Love you from head to toe.

He's got artistic sensibilities so he appreciates the aesthetic beauty of your figure.

You would catch him drawing or sketching you, showcasing his admiration for you as a work of art.

“You're a work of art y/n”

He likes the way you think, and the way you see things.

Admires how you help people with a smile on your face.

Admires how you play with kids while in his mind picturing a family with you.

Always making sure to remind you how beautiful and worthy you are.

Loves when you buy new clothes and try them in front of him.

Helps you get dressed or undressed and leaves kisses on your shoulders.

It makes him happy when you take his opinion on what to buy or wear.

Cooks your favorite meals to make sure you're eating well and not starving yourself.

When you're complaining about your weight he pulls you to sit on his lap to prove you wrong.

Enjoys having you on his lap especially while facing him.

When you're being harsh on yourself, he gets extremely sad cause he hates it when you feel that way.

Encourages you to embrace your body with love and pride.

He's very good at comforting so he'll never fail in boosting your self confidence.

During intimate moments, he's a fan of you riding him.

He loves having you on his lap whether facing him or not.

Preferably facing him so he can admire your face and grab your chest.

He WORSHIPS YOUR HIPS.

His hands glued on your hips the whole time guiding you.

“I'm in love with your smile, your voice, your laugh, your body, your eyes..but most importantly I'm in love with you”.

Yuji Itadori:

He didn't think twice to fall in love with you.

This baby adores you, appreciates every inch of you.

Always squishes your cheeks and bites them softly.

Gives your tummy a lot of playful kisses and blows a raspberry to make you laugh and hear your sweet giggles.

Your laugh is music to his ears.

Loves your curves and stretch marks.

He kisses each one of them and traces them with his finger tips while staring at them in admiration.

Compliments you with an infectious smile making you feel loved, cherishes and adored.

Always hyping you up.

He loves cuddling up to your chest, it's his comfort place.

Uses your boobs as a pillow.

“They're so soft...so comfy”

His face always buried there.

Buys your favorite snacks.

He's very romantic, always surprising you with affectionate gestures whether it's a bouquet of flowers, a hand written note or simply a back hug.

Loves your confidence and loves to show you off.

Proud to be your boyfriend.

“Yeah that's my girlfriend, thats my beautiful girl”

Whenever you feel sad or insecure he showers you with empowering words and gestures.

Brings back the smile to your face in no time.

“You're my heaven on earth y/n, I love you”

“I'm so lucky to have you”

Always encourages you to follow your passions and dreams.

Carries you everywhere, so expect a lot of piggyback rides.

Thank you for reading ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

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cb97breathing · 4 months

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KITTEN

Pairing: Lee Minho x Afab! Reader

Theme: Fluff, smut, slow sex, rough sex, pleasure dom!minho, creampie, overstimulation, squirting. 18+ NO MINORS. based on this request.

Word Count: 4K

A/N: Please do not repost or translate my work!

Ever since you were young, Minho has always captured your attention more than the others. His cat-like features, his smirk. You were in awe of him, and also wary of him. Growing up you were never the pretty one, in fact people would tease you constantly and call you one of the boys because you never wore skirts or dresses or tried to look like the idols that were currently popular. But those types of girls were always around Minho, and you were constantly reminded by those girls that you had no chance with him.

So you crushed on him from afar, and strayed away whenever the whole group hung out together. Whenever he’d try to approach you or talk to you, you’d run for the hills. You were too shy to talk to him anyway. But that didn’t stop him from trying to be close to you. He always teased you and tried to get a reaction out of you. The only ones you really were open with were Chan, Changbin, Felix and Jisung and they knew about everything. The amount of times they held you while you cried over him, were too many to count.

Once you all graduated high school you went to separate colleges and you barely ever saw them, especially Minho. You occasionally would spy on his instagram, never liking anything, but curious to see what he was up to. It wasn’t surprising that he was excelling in becoming a professional dancer. He was always talented. You on the other hand were studying to become a teacher, nothing special because there was nothing special about you.

You didn’t have any talents. You painted now and then, but compared to Hyunjin, you were no Picasso. You weren’t an amazing singer and songwriter, like Chan, Jisung & Changbin. You were just, you. You never had any boyfriends either, though there was an occasional one night stand, just to temporarily fill the void. Letting the guy do whatever he pleased and never truly enjoying it..

Chan, Felix, Jisung and Changbin always tried their best to stay in touch and come see you. But even then it wasn’t often. Tonight was the first night in three years that you were going to be able to see all eight of the boys. It was Felix’s idea to get the gang together to celebrate New Years. You were nervous to see everyone, you were even more nervous to see Minho. You had changed since you saw most of them.

You got bigger, stress eating was something you struggled with through college. But then again. You never were skinny. You were always curvier, wider. Always made fun of for your size and lack of femininity. But tonight you wanted to look pretty for once. Give in to your feminine side. You kept your makeup, simple and natural and wore a short flowy black dress and a pair of converse, cause screw high heels. When you arrived at the giant suite the guys had rented out, Chan picked you up and spun you around. You giggled softly as you clung to him.

“Woah look at you.” He said softly as he pulled away. “Where did the little girl who followed me around like a puppy go?” He cooed and you pushed him away playfully.

“Chan, I'm not a kid anymore.” You whined softly. “Plus it’s only been a year since I’ve seen you stop being dramatic.” You could feel a pair of eyes on you as Jisung and Changbin rushed over to crush you in a hug. Your eyes locked with a pair of chocolate brown feline-like eyes that you had loved almost all your life. His hair was a dark purple, your favorite color. It fit him perfectly. Your heart fluttered as you took him in. He was always flawless, stunning, too perfect for someone like you. You gave him a shy smile before focusing on Jisung and Binnie again.

Hyunjin and the others swooped in quickly to hug you and then there he was now standing right in front of you. Just like always you kept your distance from him and looked away from him shyly.

“I don’t get a hug after all this time?” He asked playfully, his voice made your heart skip a beat. “You hurt me, Kitten.”

“Minho don’t tease her today please.” Jisung scolded softly as he took your hand gently. “You bullied her enough during high school.” Your cheeks reddened and you followed him quietly into the living room where the girlfriends of Chan, Hyunjin and Felix were waiting and some other girls that they had all met from college. All stunning, all skinny and perfect. It made you want to crawl into a hole and disappear. Especially after seeing one rush over to Minho like a giggling school girl. You felt like you were back in time, staring from a distance in envy because you never had the courage to do the same. You felt a hand gently rub your back and looked to see Jisung looking at you with a soft understanding smile. “Come on. You can chill with me and Changbin.”

For most of the night you spent with them and occasionally talked to Hyunjin, Jeongin and Seungmin. Felix and Chan were too engrossed in their new gfs. The honeymoon phase is what the boys called it. Not that you ever would get a chance to ever feel what that’s like.

“So y/n I’m genuinely surprised you don’t have a boyfriend yet.” Jisung said rather loudly which caught the attention of someone you were trying to avoid. He looked over to you with a raised brow and you kept your eyes on your feet.

“I mean look at her. Are you shocked?” One of the girls whispered to the other not thinking you would hear. But their giggles were cut short as they spotted Minho staring at them menacingly, along with Chan's girlfriend who was in earshot as well. She was very protective of you. You looked up at your friends and did your best to smile.

“I had a few hook ups here and there.” You could have sworn you saw Minho tense up at the corner of your eye. “But nothing really serious. No one would want me anyway.” You said quietly. “Excuse me. I need some air.” You got up and rushed over to the balcony door. You could hear a loud slap and a cry come out of Jisungs mouth. While Changbin and Chan scolded him quietly. Minho's eyes never left you as you quickly opened and shut the door behind you. You didn’t blame Jisung, you knew exactly why he did it. But at the same time you wished he didn't.

“I was just trying to give her an opening! You know she’s loved him all her damn life.” Jisung whined loudly. Minho’s head snapped over to Jisung’s direction.

“Loved who?” He asked as he walked over to Jisung who now looked like a deer caught in headlights. “Jisung… loved who?” Jisung stuttered nervously not wanting to share any more info he knew you wouldn’t want anyone else to know.

“You, Minho. She’s been in love with you since middle school.” Chan said quietly. Minho’s eyes widened and he looked out to where you were standing alone on the balcony.

“And you didn’t tell me all this time?” He hissed as he looked at them in sheer disbelief. “Why do you guys think I constantly teased her? Made her blush constantly? Tried so fucking hard to get her attention even though she constantly ran away from me?” Jisung stared at him, bewildered at the fact that he didn’t realize the feeling was mutual. They were best friends after all. How did he not see it? “I even applied to the same colleges as her for fuck sake!”

“Wait.. you can’t seriously like that.. thing.” One of the girls scoffed. All the boys tensed and Minho’s eyes darkened.

“What the fuck did you just call her?” He hissed. The girl's eyes widened. “Her name is y/n and that woman is better and more deserving than you will ever fucking be.”

“Think it’s time you left sweetheart.” Seungmin growled out as the rest of the men glared at her. “Take your friends with you too.” The girls rushed out scoffing and hissing harsh words as they exited. All eight men and the two girlfriends glared at them as they went.

“Min, why didn’t you ever say anything? You both could have been together all this time.” Chan said once the door was shut. “She’s never wanted anyone but you, we thought it was obvious.”

“I thought I was pretty obvious.” Minho retorted.

“He really was.” Hyunjin added. “We all thought that y/n just didn’t like him that way and that’s why she kept running away.” Seungmin and Jeongin nodded in agreement.

“That’s not why she kept running away, she thought you were just toying with her.” Felix added and looked up to Minho. Minho looked stunned, guilty as he stared back. “This is your chance, go talk to her.” Minho’s heart pounded as he looked at you again.

You stared out at Time Square, and the bustling city below you. The cold air nipped at your skin as you took in the sight. The streets filled with thousands of people waiting to watch the crystal ball drop. You wondered how many of them were there with someone they loved and how lucky they were to have someone to kiss and go home with.

“You’ve gotten even more beautiful since the last I saw you.” You jumped as you heard the all too familiar voice. You looked to your left to spot Minho standing by the door looking at you softly. You scoffed at his words and looked back out into the crowd.

“Since when did you find me beautiful?” You asked quietly.

“Since the first moment I saw you, Kitten.” He replied. Your heart skipped a beat. That was a nickname you never thought you’d hear again.

“Don’t play with me Minho, we aren’t teenagers anymore.” You said quietly.

“Maybe that was my mistake. All the teasing, I just wanted to see you flustered. Mainly I loved how I was the only one who ever got you that way.” He said. “But I meant it, all the compliments, every single one.” He walked over to you. “You’ve always been beautiful to me, Kitten. The most beautiful.”

“Stop… D-Don’t call me that.” You said quietly as you were trying to control your fluttering heart. “I don’t need you to try and make me feel better. What that girl said was right. I’m not beautiful. I’m not skinny, or talented. I’m just me. Plain, fat, ugly, talentless me.” You turned to walk back inside but he quickly grabbed your wrist to stop you.

“I am being absolutely serious.” He said sternly. “Fuck y/n, I have been crazy about you since the first moment I saw you. That day at the beach when Chan introduced you to everyone, we were kids, but I knew immediately that there was something about you. You’re funny, you’re beautiful, you’re real, you’ve never ever tried to be something you weren't. You have the most beautiful smile and your laugh is music to my ears. I hated how much you would spend all your time with Chan, Jisung and Changbin and constantly run from me, no matter how hard I tried to get close to you. I was jealous of all of them and I thought you hated me. I even tried to get into the same college as you. But you chose to go somewhere different and when you left without saying goodbye to me I was fucking devastated y/n.”

His words overwhelmed you as you stared at him in disbelief. There was no way any of it was true.

“Is this some kind of sick game to you?” You hissed. Minho froze, staring at you in shock. He had never heard you speak in such a tone. “What did you find out that I’ve been in love with you and now you wanna tease some more?”

“What?” He whispered. In the background you could hear the thousands of people in time square begin to count down from ten. “Kitten..”

“Did you think you could just keep teasing and taunting me like back in high school?” Your hands were shaking. “What do you expect to get out of this Minho? Why do you keep playing with me like this?” You choked out. “Just stop, we both know you never wanted me and it was all some stupid one sided school girl crush. It’s over, we are adults now. Let’s leave it at that.” You tried to walk past him and again he grabbed your wrist but this time he pulled you close to press his lips to yours, the fireworks went off as it finally turned midnight. He kissed you passionately as his arms engulfed you tightly. You melted into him as you kissed back. You were struggling to understand if this was real or just your imagination.

“You’re mine. You always have been.” He whispered into your lips as he nipped at them gently, making you lose all strength in your knees. He pulled away and smirked softly at your flustered and shocked face. “Happy New Year, Kitten.” He whispered softly as he tucked some hair behind your ear.

“FUCKING FINALLY!” You both jumped to see the boys all watching with big grins on their faces. But what you did in response was something no one expected, you ran. You moved away from Minho, not sparing him a glance or word and pushed past the boys. You could hear Minho calling after you as you quickly grabbed your purse and rushed out of the hotel suite and to the elevator. You could feel your heart screaming at you to go back, that you had finally gotten what you wished for. But your brain was telling you to run. That he will just leave you for someone more beautiful eventually. You had made it out to the entrance but before you could jump into a taxi you felt arms wrap around your waist tightly to stop you.

“Don’t leave.” Minho begged. “Don’t. Stay with me.” Your heart pounded as he turned you to face him gently. “Stay.” He breathed out before kissing you again and again and again. Each kiss growing more desperate and passionate. Your fingers gripped his shirt tightly. “Let me show you how much I love you.” He whispered into your lips. He picked you up bridal style earning a squeak from you and you buried your face in his neck as he chuckled. He carried you back inside and to the elevator before setting you down gently. Once you were inside the elevator he filed your chin up to make you look into his eyes. “So beautiful.” He whispered before kissing you again making your knees weak and head fuzzy. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you both poured all you felt into the kiss. He gently pressed you against the wall of the elevator as it traveled up to the floor you were recently on.

When the elevator doors opened you parted, panting softly as he took your hand in his once more. He led you to a separate room, one he had got in hopes that you both would end up finally together by the end of the night. Once you were inside and the door shut behind you, he pulled you close.

“Be a good kitten and strip for me love and get on the bed.” You blushed deeply at his words but it’s as if your body wanted to follow his commands.

“You’re not going to like what you see.” You whispered quietly. You unzipped your dress and let it fall to the floor leaving you in just your black laced lingerie. You looked up to see Minho staring at you hungrily.

“Trust me when I say, you’re completely wrong.” He growled softly. “Lingerie off, lay down on the bed, legs spread wide for me.” He ordered as he started to unbutton his shirt. Your heart pounded as you stripped completely bare and laid on the bed. A deep blush rushed to your cheeks as you spread your legs as wide as you could. You could feel the wetness pool between your legs as Minho took in every inch of you. “Such a good girl for me.” He cooed as he took off his shirt. The sight of his bare toned chest made your breath hitch. “So beautiful.” He whispered as his hands ran up your thighs. “I’ve dreamed of this for so long.” He kissed at your thighs and nipped at the skin marking every inch he could as your legs trembled and you mewled like a cat in heat.

“Min.” You breathed out as your fingers tangled in his hair. No one had ever gone down on you before. To say you were excited was an understatement. “Fuck please.” You begged softly. Your words only excited him. His hard cock strained in his jeans as he neared your core. He buried his face in your core, licking and sucking at your clit like a man starved. Your back arched off the bed as you pulled at his hair gently making him groan into your mouth. “O-oh my god.” You cried softly.

“Fuck you taste so divine.” He growled as he licked all over your folds and stuck his tongue into your core making you gasp out. His thumb rubbed your clit wildly and you felt your body begin to shake at the pleasure spreading through your weeping core. Soon his tongue and fingers switched places as he slipped two fingers inside of you as he sucked on your clit. Your eyes rolled back as you felt yourself getting close. You whined his name loudly and he thrusted his fingers inside of you wildly wanting you to come undone on his mouth. “Cum, Kitten.” Your legs shook and you trembled as you let go coming harder than you ever have before, his name leaving yours in a loud cry. Minho stared at you in awe as he watched you lose yourself on his mouth. He licked you clean, loving how you whimpered and flinched at the overstimulation. “Did so well for me beautiful.”

He kissed up your body and nipped at your stomach, your breasts, anywhere he could mark. He wanted the world to know you were his. His tongue swirled around your left nipple and sucked at it, making you moan and rock your hips in response. You could feel his hardened cock through his jeans.

“Take it off, please.” You whined softly as you reached for his jeans. He took your hands and pressed them above your head gently.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get what you want. I want to show you all the love you deserve.” He nipped at your lips gently before pulling away to take off his pants and boxers. When his cock sprung free you couldn’t help but stare and bite your lip at the sight. Minho couldn’t help but smirk at you. “Like what you see?” He asked coyly. You blushed deeply at the question and looked away shyly but he stopped you by gently grabbing your chin and making you look at him. “Don’t shy away from me now, Kitten. Keep your eyes on me. Want to look into those beautiful eyes as I finally make you mine.” Your heart pounded at his words and your eyes stayed locked with his. “Such a good girl.” He whispered as he hovered over you. He lined his tip at your entrance and looked deep into your eyes. “If you don’t want this tell me now.” He whispered softly. “Cause once this happens, you’re mine and I’m never letting you go.”

“I want you.” You whispered as you looked into his eyes. “I’ve always wanted you.” His gaze softened at your words and he pressed his lips to yours in a deep kiss. He slowly pushed into you, making you gasp into his mouth, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into yours. Once he was completely inside you, whimpered at the feeling. He stretched you in a way you never felt, bigger than any of the pathetic one night stands you had been with. He pulled away to look deep into your eyes.

“Keep your eyes on me, Kitten.” He whispered and you did as you were told happily. Your eyes stared deeply into his beautiful cat like eyes that always made you tremble. The love in your eyes reflected in his. He moved slowly, wanting you to get used to his size, your whimpers and moans filling the apartment along with his grunts and sighs of delight. “You’re so perfect, taking me so well.” He breathed out as he pressed his forehead to yours. “So tight and warm, fuck.” He hissed. You mewled at his words and clung to him, holding him as close to you as possible.

“D-Don’t stop.” You begged softly as your lips brushed against his. Your nails dug into his back as he rocked harder into you, making your eyes roll back at the feeling. The sight almost made Minho lose control.

“I love you.” He breathed out as continued to thrust into you deeply. “Fuck I love you more than you could ever imagine. My Kitten. All mine.” He growled softly as he buried his face in your neck.

“Y-Yours..” You whined as you felt yourself become dazed at the feeling of him hitting you in all the right spots. “I love you.” You cried softly as you wrapped your arms and legs around him tightly. He nipped and sucked at your neck leaving a mark right below your ear. His thrusts became more rough and precise making your toes curl and your body tremble. “M-Minho.. I-I– oh fuck!”

“Come on Kitten, cum for me.” He begged softly. “Cum around my cock and milk me dry. Wanna fill you up.” You felt your legs began to shake again at his words and you screamed out as you clenched around him, he reached between you and rubbed your clit wanting your orgasm to hit you hard. You shook as he wrapped his other arm tightly around you pulling you flush against him and you sobbed as you finally came around him, your juices spilling all over his cock and the sheets. Minho moaned loudly as he came hard inside of you, filling you to the brim. You felt some of it leak out of you and you shook at the feeling. You both stayed there, entwined with each other as you both tried to catch your breath. You felt his lips press against your head feverishly as you whimpered softly.

“You did so well, y/n. My perfect y/n.” You buried your face in his neck blushing deeply. He grinned at how shy you were and turned onto his side pulling you in as close as possible. You whimpered softly as you felt him pull out of you, hating the sudden feeling of emptiness. “Don’t worry love. I’m far from done in showing you how much I love you.” You’re heart fluttered and you looked up at him softly.

“How will this even work? We live so far away from each other.” You whispered quietly. He caressed your cheek and your eyes fluttered closed as you leaned into his touch.

“I told you, you’re mine and I’m never letting you go.” He whispered and brushed his lips against yours. “I can transfer for my final year.” You looked at him with wide shocked eyes.

“You don’t have to move for me.” You whispered.

“I’d move mountains just to be with you Kitten.” He whispered. “Plus the dance program at yours is much better than mine. It would be better for me. Better opportunities and getting to be with the woman I love every day? It’s no sacrifice in the slightest.” You felt tears well up in your eyes as he brushed his thumb across your lips.

“I love you, Minho.” You whispered softly. His eyes flickered with joy and love as he pressed his head to yours.

“I love you so much more, Kitten.” He whispered.

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nnnyxie · 9 months

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kuroo, atsumu, osamu, bokuto, ushijima, & kenma with a chubby s/o (i added ken as a little treat [lowkey to myself..])

(pretty & beautiful are used, could be considered suggestive)

(requested by @starrbright)

kuroo tetsuro ;

as much as i love to slander him— he is a true romantic and will treat you like you’re a higher being.

he doesn’t care if you’re chubby or not. he’s the type of guy to say “that just means there’s more of you to love” (which is lowkey kinda cute, he’s so dumb)

i hate him (affectionate). he just adores you and loves your to hold your stomach and hips (he will whisper awful pick up lines in your ear while holding you though [he’s such a loser /aff]). he just can’t get enough of you, he’s constantly touching you, it’s a spectrum of linking pinkies to yk..

anyways… he’s always showering you in affection and gifts. takes you to specific stores that have plus sized clothing. to be more specific, expensive plus sized stores. he makes you try on everything. yk how men do that whole manspread thing?? yeah, he does that on the couches near the dressing rooms and does that little finger whirl to make you twirl (that rhymes).

he’s always telling you how beautiful you are to him and how breathtaking you are. he’s so in love with you it makes him look stupid (affectionate).

he’s ALWAYS bragging to his friends about you and telling all of his coworkers that he has the prettiest partner (he’s so dumb, i love him)

miya atsumu ;

is he a major asshole? yes. but does that extend to you? absolutely not.

he’s another absolute LOSER (affectionate). he’s so in love with you. you could stab him and he’d thank you. i strongly believe he’s very into thick/chubby people. he loves laying on your thighs or stomach.

ngl when you first heard about how he was in high school, you were vv uncomfortable w/ him because you thought he’d treat you the same (even though you’re MSBY’s manager)

so you didn’t interact with him unless it was to pass out towels/water bottles or go over notes (which you tried to get that over with quickly). and it kinda pissed him off cause he thought you were so pretty (it’s physically painful how attractive you are to him).

he decided to confront you one day. the team was in the locker room, yk just doing their thing, and he was finally able to get you alone. so he strides on over to you (like the loser he is) and asks why you avoid him. and obviously you hesitate but he kept pushing for an answer. when you told him, he was genuinely stunned. he stutters out how he’s sorry he made you feel that way and offers to take you to a restaurant as a way to start new (aka he tricked you into going on a date).

anyways— after a few more ‘hang outs’ of getting to know each other, he finally asks you on a proper date (osamu made him. he said that atsumu couldn’t just keep tricking you to going on dates. atsumu protested) (ps if u got boobs, he’ll squish em HARD so beware)

miya osamu ;

my LORD he loves chubby people. you CANNOT change my mind !!!!!

okay okay so…….. he met you at a farmer’s market <3 you had a booth and you were selling his favorite seasonings !!! he didn’t really LOOK at you until he went to pay for his spices and good LORD he basically drooled all over himself.

he whimpered a little… your curves made him feel a teensy bit crazy. and when you spoke?? when you laughed at a corny joke about seasonings?? he fell in love right then and there.

he asked for your number after the small conversation and invited you to try his food at his restaurant. when you realized he was the owner of onigiri miya, you were kind of shocked. you only ever ordered online. plus, i mean— you only got his first name. but that’s besides the point

anyways, you would have cooking/dinner dates and afterwards you’d just cuddle, yk cutesy stuff. he always made it a point to hold all of you or at least most of you. (he just loves touching you)

he has his hands on you whenever he can and he’ll squeeze whatever part of you he could. his favorite though— your butt and thighs. but sometimes he’ll squeeze them too hard and you’ll have to pinch him.

bokuto koutaro ;

okay so— let’s say you work at onigiri miya. you’re the sweet new employee that the team has yet to meet (aside from shitty [/aff] atsumu).

the moment he walks through that door and sees you, it’s like one of those cheesy romcoms where the main character sees a glow around you and everything is in slow motion. brows up, eyes wide, mouth agape, face red. he’s genuinely in awe of you. (atsumu notices and makes sure to get a seat in your serving area)

when you come to bring them their food, bokuto is so nervous— his palms are sweaty and his whole face is red. at first you thought that maybe he was red because he was upset about not getting the other server (yk like red in the face anger??).

he ends up asking for your number at the end of his meal. you thought that maybe it was a joke cause, well, he’s a big ass athlete and usually those people don’t go for your type (which is so stupid bc chubby people are <3 [they’re very much my type]). but those thoughts left when you saw how nervous he was about it. this 190+ cm man was shaking because he was so nervous (it was cute).

he definitely messages you as soon as he leaves. he ends up calling you later that night, just so he could ask to take you out on a date (poor guy was too nervous to ask when he saw you) (the date went well and was very nice).

he’s very physically affectionate so expect his constant need for touch. when you’re both sitting, he likes to hold your thigh. especially when he’s driving (yk like— the one hand on the wheel, one hand on your thigh thing). he also loves to hold your hips and squeeze them. he says it gives him energy— doesn’t make sense but okay !

ushjima wakatoshi ;

he’s like— a chubby chaser but also not?? if that makes sense???

anyways !! i’d like to think you two have been together since the end of high school <3 you guys met through tendou in your first year (he was totally setting you two up) and oddly became fast friends. then he asked you out after the karasuno match (you were comforting him and the question just came out on it’s own. like he was thinking about being with you and his mouth said something before his brain could comprehend).

so yes, you’ve been together for a looong while.

he unintentionally brags about you. like— the adlers will ask why he declines their invitations to go out sometimes and he’ll say “my partner is making dinner at home. they’re very good, i’d rather have their food. restaurants don’t make food as good as theirs” but that ends up in the adlers coming to your house to try your food. (a warning would’ve been nice)

speaking of food and when you’re cooking— he loves to hold you while you do so. he’ll squish your stomach and hips (his favorite parts) while swaying to the music that’s playing (maybe you got soul and r&b playing [i am currently fixated on lauryn hill so bare with me]) it can get a little annoying (i like cooking alone so,,, yeah) but he’s very sweet and cute and amazing, so he gets a pass.

mmmm this man loves to cuddle, i just know it. he loves the position where like— half of his body is draped over you and he has his head on your chest cause it lets him touch his favorite parts of you.

kozume kenma ;

he doesn’t care what you look like. if you have a good personality then that’s all that matters to him.

when he’s gaming, he likes to sit on the floor in front of you so that he’s in between your thighs and they sort of rest on his shoulders. which can be dangerous because sometimes he’ll get so excited and try to jump up but drags you off the couch/bed.

whenever you’re playing games (maybe you’re taking turns??) he’ll turn himself (yes, he’s still on the floor) and rest his head between your thighs or lays his head on one of them. sometimes he’ll lay on the couch/bed so he could hug your waist (i like to think he’s clingy when he’s close w/ someone).

he’ll brag about you on his stream and taunt kuroo for not having a partner yet. he’ll actually be so mean to kuroo saying shit like “you’re the only cat at a horse orgy party” (they have such a beautiful friendship)

he also likes to sit in your lap (i wanna cradle him… i think i have issues??) and usually faces towards you when he does

he’s a BITER!!!!! if he’s ever laying on your lap or sitting between your legs— he’ll just fuckin bite you. when he has his head on your stomach??? CHOMP. when you’re cooking or putting dishes away?? shoulder bite. he’s just the type of guy to bite as a way of showing affection (me too tho ???)

my boys <3

sorry this took so long!!

#haikyuu x reader #kuroo x reader #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #bokuto x reader #ushijima x reader #kenma x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu x chubby reader #hq x reader #hq x chubby reader #/ᐠ - ˕ -マ works — ♡︎

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tragedybunny · 6 months

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Hey there, saw you were so short requests for Astarion. I'll make it short and simple for ideas. How about either; autistic-coded, plus size or shorter! Tav relationship with Astarion headcanon ideas?

Thanks for the ask. I decided to go with autistic Tav since I actually have an idea for a plus size Tav rolling around my idea doc.

Astarion x Autistic GN!Reader Headcanons

Astarion is so pretty, he intimidates you. You’ve always been an outsider, and the people that put you down the most are always the pretty, perfect, definitely not weird people.

Despite this, you start to find him nice enough, even letting him feed on you.

When Astarion starts flirting with you, you absolutely do not notice, much to his frustration.

When he eventually bluntly asks you for sex, it makes you so sad. Being the town oddball, you’re used to being propositioned as a joke. You quietly turn him down and decide Astarion isn’t your friend after all.

You keep feeding him though when he needs it. Mostly because you’re not sure how to tell him about how it made you feel.

Astarion is stunned you turned him down, sure you haven’t been responsive to his flirting, but you get along well enough. And he’s afraid, you need to be on his side since everyone looks up to you.

He tries to flirt a few more times, but he finds it hurts a little more each time you don’t reciprocate. Even worse, he starts thinking about how nice it would be if you did, even if it was just a smile thrown his way.

It’s so confusing, he stops even feeding from you, worried one night he’ll ask to just stay, to be allowed to even be in your presence for a few hours.

You’re always so quiet and reserved around him, but he starts to notice how there’s certain people you just bloom around. Karlach for example, you seem to have no problem chatting the large Tiefling’s ear off.

It would seem you just don’t like him.

One day the two of you are rummaging through a ruined house and end up in an old library. A shout from you makes him turn and ask if you’re alright.

You explain you’re excited because you found a book from this series you love. It’s these biographies of old nobles, heroes, etc., fictionalized but really fun.

You’re smiling and your eyes are so bright. Astarion’s never seen anything so beautiful.

Then it all dies in an instant. “I’m sorry, this is silly. I’m probably bothering you.”

Astarion wants to gut every person who ever made you feel that way. And he can tell there were many.

He hurries to assure you that you are not boring him, and this is not silly.

With a little prodding, you continue until the sound of Gnolls in the distance makes you both realize it’s time to go.

At the last second, he recalls he saw the author’s name in another pile that had fallen from the shelf. He plucks it out and hands it to you. “Now you have two.”

That night, you shyly turn up at his tent, asking if he’d like to borrow one.

At this point, he’d read a book Gale wrote on Tressyms just to talk with you about it.

“If you’ll stay and read with me.” He’s shocked you agree.

It’s becomes a ritual, you read together at night, and talk about it on the road during the day.

You’re finally all bright and cheerful with him, and it takes his breath away.

One night, he can’t resist and leans in to steal a kiss while you’re chatting.

You’re stunned. Normally you’d think he was making fun of you again, but now that you’ve gotten closer, it’s just confusing.

You finally have the courage to ask, and Astarion confesses how long he’s liked you.

You’re overwhelmed and take a while to speak, making Astarion afraid he’s just ruined everything.

When you do, everything spills out, as you hurriedly explain why you kept your distance.

Astarion really can’t believe that a kind, gorgeous person like yourself was some sort of strange outcast. But he is a Vampire so maybe he’s skewed.

The two of you take things slow, you don’t exactly have much experience in romance.

Which is nice, it let’s Astarion figure himself out a bit more.

He realizes that sometimes you get in over your head in social situations, and he’s always there to back you up or take over.

The first time you had a meltdown, you were both scared, Astarion that he'd caused it somehow and you that he'd see how abnormal you were.

Afterwards, he starts to open up more about disassociating and his nightmares.

You learn how to take care of each other when these things happen.

Astarion will admit he doesn't always follow the thought process that's going on in that lovely head of yours, but it makes you even more fascinating, not frustrating like you worry.

You call yourself strange and again he reminds you he's a literal blood sucking, undead, creature of the night. Who's the strange one?

When you talk about something you're passionate about, you're amazing to watch.

Astarion doesn't come with ingrained expectations you can never meet. He just wants you to be you.

You've never felt more comfortable and safe around anyone.

Astarion often threatens to head back to your hometown to teach a few people a lesson. You tell him it doesn't matter anymore, you're so happy right now, today

The two of you argue constantly about who's luckier to have ended up in this relationship. But it feels like you were made to be together.

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Super shy | MS47

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x plus size!reader (she/her) ― Warnings: mentions of food, shy!reader, and tooth-rotting fluff. ― Summary: The one where your boyfriend is your biggest fan to the point of turning his account into a fan account or something of the sort. Or, Mick and Yn's relationship through the years. ― A/n: none of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps, but the work is and I do not allow it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛

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ynusername what a beautiful season! super proud of my blondie :)

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mickschumacher thank you for being by my side through it all! I love you, pretty ❤️

user2 Yn you're amazing, but coffee with ice and milk is a crime!

collegefriend congrats, mick, the whole class was rooting for you!! 🥳

⤷ collegefriend2 the whole class: our friend group that happens to have seven people in it lol

jackdoohan send me the pics you took 🙏🏻🙏🏻

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mickschumacher Yes, we decided to adopt! Meet Angie Yln-Schumacher 🐶❤️

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jackdoohan omg you two look like a fifty years old couple sometimes 🥸

⤷ mickschumacher that sounds so single of you, I might have to ignore 🤨

ginaschumacher omg bring her to the ranch asap!!!!!! (also, you look perfect on this set, yn!!! ❤️❤️❤️)

⤷ ynusername love you, G 💖

user05 can Yn please share her skin care routine with us? home girl is glowing!!!

ynsfriend the shirt omg hahahaha I love you guys sm

username1 Angie is so cute!!

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2021

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ynusername went vroom vroom this weekend 💙

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user03 I am so ready for the paddock pics aaaa

mickschumacher love you, pretty!

⤷ ynusername love you more, blondie <3

oconzinho31 omg so this is his gf?? She’s stunning!!!!

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2022

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ynusername 💛 a little throwback time to Angie a year ago

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ginaschumacher omg I'm so used to seeing Angie that I didn't notice she lost her puppy face

lilymhe 🤍🤍🤍

1directionpaddock all of her dumps are so aesthetic, I'm in love

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hamiltontouch can someone make a fan account for Yn clothes? I need all of her sets, they're too perfect!!

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mickschumacher month dump: sza concert, we adopted a sister for Angie, and we're moving to a bigger place 🤍

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estebanocon now you're a father of two

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happyricciardo I wanna be loved the way Yn is, get flowers, and praises, and have a man obsessed with me the way Mick is with her *crying in single*

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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Thick Thighs Save Lives - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader x Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Summary: Being the only aviator with meat on your bones is tough. It's even more tough when you're stuck showering with two of your teammates.

Contents/Warnings: smut (minors dni), double penetration, fingering (vaginal and anal, f receiving), oral (m receiving), dirty talk, shower sex, protected sex, spit kink, body insecurities, mid/plus!sized reader, self-deprecation, arguing, angst with a fluffy/smutty ending

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If there’s anything you don’t want to hear during a not-so-friendly game of beach football, it’s ‘shit!’. The exclamation comes from Coyote who’s branched off to your towels on the sand, fingers curled around his watch, “We’re late.”

“How late?” Phoenix is already adjusting her ponytail, as it’s frazzled from the action. She’s squinting in the sun and remedies it by knocking her sunglasses down off of her head and onto her nose. It’s smooth, and she knows it by the soft smirk that curls at her lips.

“We have twenty minutes to get on the road.”

“Shit,” Rooster parrots, dropping the ball where he stands, which is how you know he’s panicked too, “We all need showers. Penny’s gonna kill us if we stink up the restaurant.”

“We can go in teams,” Fanboy decides, already sprinting over to his towel, “We don’t have time for individual ones.”

Before you can get a word in edgewise Coyote and Phoenix are rushing to join him, Bob hot on their trail. The showers are spacious, sure, but you wouldn’t exactly volunteer to share them with anyone.

With a terrible sinking feeling in your stomach you realize that the only three left are you, Rooster, and Hangman. That means the only way you’ll get to Penny and Maverick’s engagement party is if you shower together.

They’re already at their towels, scrubbing sand out of their hair and strapping their watches back on. Hangman’s is a thick, black leather band, and you can see flecks of sand marring the sleek strap from where it laid on the towel. Rooster’s is thinner, brown in color and gold around the rim. His is clean, but he puts it on his sweaty, sandy wrist. It won’t be for long.

Both men are shirtless, too-tight jean shorts squeezing their waists. You make a point not to stare as you trek back to your towel, already picking up on their competitive banter before you’ve even stood beside them.

“-probably use all my shampoo,” Hangman scoffs, clenching his towel tight in his fist, “You always steal my shit, Bradshaw.”

“I think it’s only fair seeing as you steal my gel!” Rooster quips back, gesturing to Hangman’s stiff, shiny hair, untouched even after your game, “Isn’t it fucking weird, Y/L/N? How much he uses?”

Rooster looks back at you for confirmation, someone on his side. But you’re too disheartened to respond, dreading your impending doom. All you offer is a meager, “Yeah.”, that curls a frown under Rooster’s mustache.

“You hurt yourself or something?” Hangman raises an eyebrow, stunned by your lack of teasing, “I think we need to call the doctor, you didn’t just insult me.”

“I’m fine.” You grumble, towel held around your waist despite the presence of your rash guard, “Just tired from football.”

“Well get ready,” Rooster warns you, “Mav’s gonna have to tell us all about how he and Penny met, and I’m really hoping he withholds the details on the little rendezvous that got him in trouble with her dad, but I know he won’t.”

You shudder for a moment, if only to please him, to throw him off your scent. You’re tired, there’s not any other reason you’re in a funk. You’re tired.

You are tired. You’re tired of caring, of constantly thinking about it. You’re tired of wearing a rash guard to the beach instead of a swimsuit, because everyone else is smaller than you. You’re tired of watching people’s eyes, tracking them to make sure that if they ever dip below your chest there’s something in front of your stomach to block it from their view. You’re tired of adjusting your uniform to make it looser, you’re tired of leaning against the bar instead of sitting at it, you’re just tired.

“Hey,” Hangman’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts, admittedly less grating and irritating than it normally is “You sure you’re okay?”

You blink and they’re staring at you, brows furrowed and limbs frozen in place. You wish that the waves lapping gently at the sand would crash onto shore and swallow you whole, sweep you up in a tidal wave of salt water and seaweed so that you wouldn’t have to answer.

“I’m fine,” You grit, slipping your feet into your shoes and rushing to stand outside the showers, “C’mon, we’ll be late.”

You had hoped that they’d get too busy bickering with each other to ever find you. But here they come, not five minutes later, just as Phoenix steps out of the steamy bathroom. A towel is wrapped around her torso and Hangman exaggerates his ogling of her, only turning your stomach further.

“Perfect timing,” He drawls, and she rolls her eyes.

Bob steps out next, taking one look at her face and stepping in front of her, “Your turn, Bagman. Try not to use all the gel.”

“See?” Rooster nudges you, his elbow against your arm as Bob and Phoenix walk away, “I told you! It’s absurd, he slathers it on like cement.”

“He’s gotta,” Coyote drawls, reaching over to knock on Jake’s head, “Otherwise his head’d sound as empty as it is.”

The two engage in a good-natured shoving match, but it’s one that nearly sends Coyote’s towel cascading to the ground, and you keep your eyes firmly on the tiny bottles of shampoo and conditioner that you’d brought. You read over the ingredients, as if sodium laureth sulfate and glycol distearate will keep your mind off of your humiliation.

“You said you’re fine,” Bradley murmurs from beside you, “But if it’s something you just don’t wanna say around Hangman, he’s not listening.”

Part of you is less embarrassed to be honest and exposed to Rooster than Hangman. But he’s still a man, an incredibly fit one at that, and you’re not sure you’d ever want to reveal it to either of them.

“I’m just nervous,” You tell him the only part of the truth you’re willing to admit. I’ve never... showered with a- a boy before. A man.”

You cringe at your misstep, but if Bradley’s amused by it, he doesn’t show it. Instead he hums, sympathetically so, “We’ll turn around, honey. Don’t worry about it, okay?”

“You’ll turn around,” You mutter, “I think it’ll just egg Jake on further.”

“What’s this I hear about eggin’ me on?” A familiar southern twang makes you tense as the man it’s coming from appears by your side, bumping his hip into yours, “You ready for our steam session, sweets?”

“Leave her alone, Hangman,” Rooster groans, feet slapping against the tiles as he goes to adjust the water. He shoves at Hangman’s back as he passes, and you stifle a giggle as the man nearly falls over.

“Hey, she’s the one that chose to shower with us,” Jake insists, and Bradley’s scoff is enough for you not to fight back, “And I would, too, if I were you, darlin’. Do you know how many ladies are lined up to see how hung Hangman is?”

You force a gag, “The only lady I see here is myself, and I’d rather smear wet sand in my eyes.”

“That’s what I’m gonna do to you if you don’t turn around and shut up,” Bradley speaks through the roar of the shower water, steam already rising from its fall, “Just drop your pants and wash your ass, so Y/L/N can shower to herself.”

“Well, well, well,” Jake smirks, towel cinched around his waist in only one hand as he stalks for the showers, “Looks like one of the ladies lined up is Bradshaw himself. Wanna see it, Rooster? Here it is.”

Jake drops his towel ceremoniously, and Bradley’s face morphs into a grimace as he turns away hastily.

“My fucking eyes,” He laments, and you pause in gathering your toilettries to laugh, while also trying very hard not to stare at Jake, “Oh my god, Y/N, you won’t have to worry about me seeing you. I’m going to pour shampoo into my eyes until I go blind.”

Jake realizes you’re taking a little too long getting ready, cocking a hip as he leans his head back to stare down his nose at you, “So what, you gonna ditch dinner, Y/L/N? Whatcha waitin’ for?”

“She’s waiting for you to stop being a perv and turn around,” Bradley comes to your rescue once again, and thankfully, Jake seems to realize it’s a real issue, pivoting until he’s facing the shower wall.

“I think she just wants a nice view of our asses,” Jake theorizes, standing with his clear on display, “Which is better, Y/N? Mine or Chicken’s?”

“Chicken,” Rooster grumbles under his breath, and if you were brave enough to actually declare a winner, you’d give it to him just for that. But, Hangman’s form is rather impressive, all tight curves and tan skin and-

And you shouldn’t be looking. You clear your throat awkwardly, peeling off your rash guard as Jake sponges his side down. There’s sand running thick down the drain and you hope it doesn’t back up, something you’d feel terrible for Penny to have to clean up.

“Uh,” Bradley stills in his place, “Shit, I think I left my shampoo over there. Y/N, could you…?”

“I got it,” You hum, reaching over for the blue bottle and tucking it in his carefully, blindly outstretched hand, “Thanks for, um- here.”

“Yep,” He nods, smearing a dot of the substance on his palm and lathering it through his hair.

“Oh no,” Jake mimics Bradley’s previous predicament, dropping the bottle in his hand so that it rests between his legs, “Y/N, could you-”

“Ass,” You drawl, reaching forwards to butt your palm against his back. He stumbles forward with a laugh, catching himself on the railing. He bends down to reach for it and you’re nervous he’ll peek at your body from between his legs, but he stays respectful, something you know he is at his core even if he pretends differently.

You find yourself relaxing against the tiled floor of the shower, feet firmly planted instead of poised to run. As much as you know neither of the men in front of you would make any rude comments about your body or your weight, there’s still the nauseating fear that they might think differently of you having seen you completely unobscured. So you’re thankful for the privacy, that lasts… well, until it doesn’t.

The snap of your conditioner cap catches the skin of your pointed finger in its jaws and a gasp clutches tight at your lungs.

“Son of a bitch!” You cry, waves of pain flowing through your finger and out towards the rest of them. On cue each man turns, eyes wide and fear-stricken, without thinking.

You know they didn’t do it on purpose. You know they instinctively thought you were hurt, and wanted to help. You know they didn’t mean to look at you. But the withering feeling in your guts knows no logic, only fear.

They’re looking, it hisses, They’re looking at everything. The way your stomach pudges into a roll at the base. The way your breasts sag. The way your thighs stretch, marks littering their stems, and present no gap.

“You’re bleeding.” Bradley observes, eyes trained faithfully on your finger, “I’ll get a bandaid.”

He rushes for the cabinets outside the shower, dripping water over the floor. Jake stands, staring, but you’re too humiliated to glance at his face and notice the soft pinky blush on his cheeks that’s spreading to his ears.

“Here,” Bradley speaks from behind you, though he molds himself to your side when you’re still frozen in fear. He brushes a towel over your cut, the turquoise material staining red. He then undoes the waxy paper wrapping from the bandaid, sticking it tight to your skin.

“It’ll get wet,” He reminds you, “But it’ll stop soap from stinging it.”

You don’t even thank him. At your prolonged silence he glances up at Hangman, intent on giving him a concerned glance, but he sees the man’s eyes rove over your form and snaps.

“Dude,” Bradley utters gruffly, “Don’t be a perv. Come on, turn around.”

When Jake stays just as still as you, he reaches for him, shoving hard, “I said turn around!:

“Please, Jake,” You whimper, tears brimming in your eyes, “Turn around.”

“You’re crying.” Jake snaps out of his trance to frown up at you, and Bradley keeps pushing, an insistent thorn in his side, “Why are you crying?”

“Because you’re-!” You gush, lip wobbling, “You’re looking at me, and- and judging me, and-”

“Judging you,” He scoffs, eyes nearly bugging out of his head, “Best body I’ve ever seen. Case closed. Court dismissed.”

“Shut up,” You seethe, tears finally dripping down your cheeks, “Just shut up! You think this is fucking funny? You don’t think there’s a reason I didn’t want to shower with you?”

“You’re private, I get that.” He scoffs. “But if you think I’m judgin’ any part’a that, then you’re stupid, too.”

“Not the compliment you think it is,” Bradley mutters, hands still prying at Jake’s shoulder, “She told you to turn around, just do it.”

“No,” Jake doubles down, pushing Bradley away and stalking towards you, “I wanna know why you think so goddamn low of me. You really think I’d rope a woman into a shower and then pick apart what she looks like? You think that low of me?”

“It’s not about you,” You gush, hands at your sides in frustration, “It's about me! And my fucking body, okay? I’m not calling you a dick for judging me, I’m calling myself-”

“What?” Jake’s head tilts to the side, eyes glinting dangerously, “What are you calling yourself?”

“....Gross.” You finish lamely, the fire in your chest extinguishing with the poof of a sigh that escapes your lips.

He’s grabbing your hand without thinking about it, gentle but firm. You stare at him, anxiety-riddled.

“Listen here, girly. I’ve let you get away with sayin’ a lotta things about yourself. Dumbass I agree with, especially considering these circumstances. I’ve heard clumsy and stubborn, those I don’t have an issue with either. But don’t look me in my fuckin’ face and tell me you’re gross, ‘cause it’s an insult to me and my tastes.”

He squeezes your hand once before releasing it, and it feels more now like a heartfelt gesture than a threatening one. You’re breathing heavy, lungs cut short from the adrenaline of the moment, Even though Bradley isn’t pushing him anymore, standing on the sidelines waiting, watching, Hangman turns around without another word. He scrubs aggressively through his scalp and you’re almost surprised nothing bleeds, your mouth hung slightly open and your tongue leaden over your teeth.

“I’m not your type.” You finally manage to mutter, voice taut.

“Yes you are,” Jake scoffs, “How would you know?”

“I saw you eyeing up Phoenix earlier.” You roll your eyes, and if Bradley hadn’t turned around again you’d have flashed him an exasperated look.

“So? A man can like several shapes,” Jake boasts, voice losing venom, “Plus I ogle Phoenix just to piss her off.”

“It works.” Bradley cuts in, and you snort.

“Point is,” Jake drawls, and you’re sure if Bradley was in his line of sight he’d have been the victim of a very withering stare, “Don’t discredit yourself. You’ve got sexy ass thighs, woman.”

“Jesus, Jake,” Bradley sighs, “Can you just hurry up, already? I’m sure there’s nothing more Y/L/N wants than to get rid of you.”

“Oh, shut up, lapdog,” Jake deadpans, “You can’t tell me you don’t agree.”

Bradley’s silent for a moment, and your gut churns.

“Whether I do or don’t is irrelevant,” He chooses his words carefully, “Let’s just leave Y/N alone.”

“He totally does,” Jake snickers, “Hear that, Y/L/N? It’s his blush.”

“Like you weren’t blushing!” Bradley scoffs, “I looked up at you and thought you’d been temporarily replaced with a baboon’s ass.”

“Oh, that’s funny,” Jake drawls, “That’s what I think every time I see you, porn stache. Then I remember it’s just your natural charm.”

The crisis has been averted enough for you to let out a shaky laugh at their insults, and the sound catches both men’s attention.

“Listen, Y/L/N,” Jake starts, voice much kinder and softer now, “The point of this isn’t me telling Bradshaw he’s got the face of an ass. The point is to get it through your thick fuckin’ skull; you’re pretty damn sexy, y’hear?”

You snort at his callous nature, “No one’s ever told me anything like that before.”

“Yeah?’ He pauses,towel in hand that he nimbly swings over his shoulder, “Well, pardon me for lookin’, and even more for touchin’, but everyone else is fuckin’ insane.”

Before you can process his words he reaches down to palm at your thigh, a hefty squeeze that sends your flesh spilling against his palm. You stiffen, even though he stays politely away from your ass, encroaching only on territory he could also grab while you’re clothed. The feeling of his touch, no matter how chaste, elicits a noise from your throat that you wish you could pass off for a scream.

It’s not.

It’s a moan.

He stops where he’d begun pulling away, eyes sharpening slightly. You don’t dare look at Bradley, but if you did, you’d see his cock twitch.

“Did I hurt you?” Jake asks, voice low.

All you can do is shake your head, teeth digging into your lower lip helplessly.

“Did you like it?” He tries again, but this time he doesn’t accept body language as an answer/ Still hunched, he ignores your nodding and reaches up with his free hand to tug your bottom lip out from under your teeth.

“I asked you a question,” Jake croons, voice smooth and soft, “Did you like it?”

All you can whimper is a meager ‘Yes’.

Do you want me to do it again?”

“Yes.” Stronger, this time.

His hand plants itself firmly back over your thigh, thumb stretching towards the curve of your ass this time. It’s a little more suggestive, and a lot more alluring.

“Jesus,” Jake groans, kneading the soft flesh of your doughy thigh between his fingers, “Bradshaw, c’mere for a second.”

He hesitates, “Do you want me there, Y/N?”

“Yes,” You nod once more, legs stiffening and thigh tensing against Jake’s palm, “I- I do.”

“You take front,” Jake instructs, falling into place behind you with his hands now greedily prying at your ass, “And I’ll take back.”

The smile that Bradley offers you when he steps in front of you is nothing short of dreamy. It’s enough to make you blush, and he lets out a soft, breathy laugh at how forward Hangman is being while he stands giddily in front of you.

“If you say hi,” Jake drawls, hooking his chin over your shoulder and reaching around your front to grip at the seams of your inner thighs while glaring at Bradley suspiciously, “I’m going to slap you.”

“I wasn’t going to say hi,” Bradley scoffs, and you can tell by his blush that he totally was.

“Jesus, enough yammering,” Jake scoffs, turning his head to press his dewy lips into your neck, “We’re gonna be late for dinner.”

You worry, for a moment, that he’ll let go. That he’ll walk away, get dressed for the restaurant, and pretend nothing ever happened. But that’s not what he does, of course. Instead, you feel the hard press of his cock against your ass.

“I’ll be gentle,” Jake croons, feeling you tense as his hands smooth over the dip of your ass, “We’ll go slow, okay?”

“Real slow,” Bradley murmurs, and it catches your attention, reeling it back to him. You realize he’s standing much closer to you now than he had been before, lips nearly brushing yours.

The second your lips meet his in a kiss, Hangman smooths his hand between the globes of your ass. You squirm at the sensitive feeling, foreign as his fingertip brushes against your hole. But he doesn’t let up, and neither does Bradley.

Rooster’s tongue slides against your bottom lip, warm and wet. At the same time Hangman’s hands squeeze your ass, pulling apart each side and smoothing down the skin between. It sends a shiver up your spine that escapes in a puff of air between your lips, one that Bradley eagerly swallows.

Bradley’s hands grab your cheeks, thumbs brushing near your eyes and yanking you closer. You can feel Jake’s fingers carefully prodding and pressing at the tight ring of your asshole, a hitch in your breath causing you to bite down on Bradley’s lip.

“Fuck,” He hisses, coming away with a red lip and a guttural groan, “Jake, just- let up. Me first, she’s obviously sensitive.”

“She’s just tight,” Jake murmurs, lips pressing to the expanse of your shoulder, “Nothin’ I can’t fix.”

“You’ll have plenty of time to fix it,” Bradley grumbles, tearing a condom open with his teeth that he’d snagged from his wallet, “‘Cause I’m going in first, and you- shit!”

His fingers, slippery from the water and probably excess soap, drop the condom. The way that you’re arched into Hangman’s touch means that your thighs are squeezed together and bent slightly, and there’s no better way to catch a condom than between your thighs.

The foil wrapper sticks between your legs, making it easy for Bradley to pluck it out and toss the wrapper aside. Penny will find it tomorrow, because you’re sure as hell not gonna remember to get it.

“Well, whaddya know,” Jake drawls, grinning against the skin of your neck so hard you can feel it, “What they say is true. Thick thighs save lives.”

You face-plant into the water-dropped skin of Bradley’s neck, ignoring the way Hangman snickers.

“Actually, I think they just stopped a life from being conceived,” Bradley reasons, only a few sloppy strokes of his cock needed to easily slip the condom on, “But that probably saved my life, ‘cause if I got you pregnant in Penny’s bathroom, she’d slit my throat.”

The tip of Bradley’s hardened dick presses to your inner thigh, skin seldom touched and sensitive. You lean into it, but Hangman’s fingers follow, gently stroking over the rim of your ass. It’s starting to feel less foreign and more pleasurable, a twinge of something sweet licking at the underside of your belly like a rogue flame.

Bradley gently presses two fingers against your slit, ever-considerate in making sure you’re sufficiently prepped, but his eyes widen at how much slick he’s greeted with just past your folds.

“Holy shit,” He breathes, nose nudging yours as his lips brush with your own, “You’re wet.”

“Duh,” Hangman scoffs, and one of his hands abandons your ass to slip between your folds, collecting slick on their tips and dragging it back to your ass, “I’ve been touchin’ up on her for a while now.”

“Pardon me for thinking that’d work like an umbrella on a rainy day,” Bradley bitches, but you cut him off with a kiss before he can spout any other mildly insulting metaphors for how bad he thinks Hangman is in bed. You’ll vouch if you have to, he knows what he’s doing.

With each slow circle that his fingers trace around your rim, you bend back into him. Until you can feel his cock pressed stiff to your backside,just as Bradley presses his tip flush with your clit.

“Oh-,” You gasp, clit sending a shockwave of electric lust reverberating throughout your body, “Bradley, I- Inside, please, now!”

“I’m coming, sweetheart,” He croons, speaking in a velvety soft hum against your lips, “Don’t worry.”

He holds to his promise, sliding his dick down from where it’s pressed to your clit and easing it between your folds. You heave a blissful sigh at the feeling of being full, and it makes you rock backwards into Hangman’s fingers.

One breaches your hole, slipping inside with an agonizingly pleasurable burn. The stretch feels heavenly, especially because your cunt is already stretched to accommodate Bradley’s cock that slowly bottoms out inside of you.

“Good,” Jake praises, kissing beneath your ear, “I knew you could do it.”

Rooster lets out a groan at the feeling of your involuntary clench around him, eyes screwed shut. His forehead is braced against yours and you take the liberty of engaging him in another kiss, letting the pleasure of Jake’s fingers at your hole compel you to lick into Bradley’s mouth.

Being pleasured from both sides is too overwhelming. You feel yourself already rising to a climax, pressed on by both Bradley’s thick cock grating against your insides and Jake’s fingers.

You smooth your tongue over Bradley’s, gripping his shoulder when he increases his pace to be steadily fast. He’s not speeding through anything, but he’s not slow either, and it makes your insides burn.

The feeling of his cock ramming over and over and over against that spongy spot deep within you is too much, especially when Hangman slides a single, thick finger into your ass. You can’t help it, your orgasm hits you like a freight train (or perhaps a fighter jet), and you clench sporadically around Bradley’s thick, hard cock.

You whine relentlessly into his mouth, fingers clawing and prying at his damp skin as your knees go weak. You’re surprised you stay standing at all, but you funnel all of your orgasmic vigor into the kiss that Bradley eagerly licks out of you, and clutching his shoulders is enough.

Coming down from your high is jarring, especially when you realize that the steady pressure against your clit had been Bradley’s thumb the entire time. The pleasurable sensation is starting to sour with the unpleasant sting of overstimulation, and you tear his hand away eagerly, “Too much.”

“Sorry,” Bradley grunts into the kiss, the bristles of his mustache grating at your lip.

Bradley pulls out of you, still hard and red-tipped.

Jake takes one look down, his free hand sliding up your back while his other stays firm at your ass, “Those were pretty sounds. Look’t what they did to Bradshaw. See that, honey?”

You nod, breathless as you stare at Bradley’s impressive length.

“I think you should return the favor,” Jake muses, putting pressure against your back so that you bend in half, “Suck him off, darlin’.”

You land at eye-level with Bradley’s covered cock, and you can’t get the condom off fast enough. You drag your tongue along the underside of Bradley’s hard dick, taking the heated length into your hands and squeezing fondly at his balls. He swears low and gruff under his breath, watching your tongue snake against his slit.

Your lips curl around the head of Bradley’s cock, and the way that Jake adds a second finger to your ass makes you suck hard. You feel Bradley’s cock twitch on your tongue, and you scrape your teeth feather-light along him as you take more of him into your mouth.

He tries to keep himself still, tries not to face-fuck you, but he’s hopeless. His hips jolt forwards and you gag at the feeling of his dick hitting the back of your throat. It makes him groan, fists clenched at his side.

You bob and suckle along every inch of Bradley’s dick, licking up the vein that runs along the side and hollowing your cheeks while Jake fingers you open. When there are suddenly no fingers in your ass anymore at all, you whimper, taking Bradley’s cockhead into your fist while you try craning your neck to look back at Hangman.

“Keep going,” Jake directs you, nodding his head towards your fist, “He’s not done, and neither am I.”

You slip the hand that’s curled around Rooster’s dick and slide it up his length, rubbing gently at the base while you kitten lick the head. He pants and groans, bucking into your fist and subsequently your throat. The feeling of Jake’s dick pressed tight to your stretched hole makes you jolt forwards, and you face-fuck yourself on Bradley’s dick.

“Jesus,” He hisses, “You’re- you’re good at this, baby. C’mon, a- a little more, now.”

You let out a scream muffled by Bradley’s cock as Jake slides himself into your ass, dick grating delightfully tight against your rim. Once he bottoms out he sets a merciless pace, giving you no time to adjust before you’re being hammered into like he’s a feral animal.

“See that, Bradshaw?” Jake boasts, sending a hefty slap to your ass, “Told you she could do it. Perfect ass.”

“I see,” Bradley pants, hands tangled in your hair while you bob on his cock, “I- I’m gonna cum, honey.”

There’s barely any warning before the sight of Jake’s cock ramming into your ass gets to be too much for Bradley, but you don’t need it. You’re perfectly content to welcome his warm seed down your throat, letting it paint the inside of your mouth as you tongue him dry.

You don’t realize you’re using Bradley’s cock as a pacifier until he pushes at your forehead, hissing in oversensitivity, “Okay, okay! It’s too much,” He soothes you by sticking two of his slick-stained, thick fingers between your lips instead, “Here, honey. There y’go.”

Drool gathers at the seam of your lips and Bradley smears it away from your mouth, gathering it on his palm and licking it away. He groans at the taste, his own seed permeating your saliva, “Messy girl.”

Jake isn’t satisfied with his lack of action. Apparently, jackhammering into your ass isn’t quite enough for the guy, and he fists a hand in your hair to yank you upright with a grunt.

Bradley’s fingers slip from your lips with a pop and you cry out as Hangman manhandles you, pleasurable pain flooding your senses from the hair-pulling that start waves of a second orgasm swelling below your belly.

“Open,” Jake commands, keeping your neck bent backwards so that his face hovers over yours. You open your mouth without hesitation, and he spits inside.

Warm saliva, cooling quickly the more you stick your tongue out, pools by your throat. You eagerly swallow without being told,drool now seeping backwards down your face and towards your eyes. Jake licks it off with a broad, wet swipe of his tongue, and smears it against your lips.

The kiss is messy, upside-down and drooly, but it’s hot. Jake’s tongue licks against yours and his teeth nip at your bottom lip, a real spider-man style porno.

Your spine aches from being bent like a curly-q, but the ecstasy bleeding into your core is enough to push it to the back of your mind. You reach down to finger your clit, a whimper bleeding into Jake’s mouth at the action.

“Gonna cum, honey?” Jake drawls, “Sweet pussy’a yours gonna clench around nothin’?”

His southern drawl is stronger when he’s fucking, you note. It’s attractive.

“Not nothing,” Bradley volunteers, sticking his spit-soaked fingers up into your gaping cunt, “Cum, baby.”

You’re very good at following orders.

Your second orgasm hurts, in the best way. It tears you apart from the inside out, cunt clenching tight at Bradley’s fingers as he curls them inside of you. Jake bites hard at your lip as you ride out your second orgasm, and his dick twitches inside of you once, twice, three times before he’s letting himself go in tandem.

He fills you with warm cum, the substance gushing out of your gaped hole and oozing out around his own cock.

“Jesus fuck,” He snaps, the words an unintelligible grunt against your lips, “So tight, and so sexy.”

Bradley’s free hand braces itself on your stomach, and the touch doesn’t make you recoil like it normally would. It’s lewd, but being splattered with their cum really makes you believe that they’re not going to judge your body.

Instead you lean into the touch, letting Bradley embrace you as you come down from your high a moaning pile of mush.

“Slow,” You warn Jake, who’s never heard the word a day in his life. He follows directions, though, easing his dick out of you and making sure it doesn’t burn.

“We need another shower,” Bradley pants after a moment of fucked-out silence.

You nod, brain foggy, “Yeah. We- we can’t show up to the restaurant smelling like sex. They’ll know.”

As it turns out, you don’t need to smell like sex for everyone to know you’ve just had it. You show up forty-five minutes late, sweaty-faced and rosy-lipped, all slightly out of breath. Your dress is rumpled, and Bradley’s tie is haphazardly secured.

“Oh,” Phoenix grimaces, nose scrunching in disgust, “Gross, guys.”

“In my bathroom?” Penny looks aghast, “You better not have clogged the shower drain.”

“Easy,” Maverick throws a hand out over her own, “We’ve done it in there one too many times to judge.”

“Gross!” Payback rears away from the older pilot sitting next to him, “Everybody needs to stop getting laid, but if you do, don’t tell me about it!”

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18+ explicit sex // size/age gap // “i don’t want to hurt you” // first time together wc 3200 chapters m.list <- previous // next ->

he's so soft i swear

Friday comes around and, after receiving his address by text, you arrive at Toji’s house on the outskirts of the city. You only have a small apartment right now, so his place looks massive in comparison– you suppose his son must visit but it seems a bit big just for him.

You ring the doorbell and are greeted by Toji wearing his usual uniform, black shirt and trousers, plus a white apron.

Your eyes widen as you struggle to divert your gaze from his waist.

He invites you in, bringing you into a quick side hug and kissing your head, “Hey, doll, thought I’d cook for you tonight.”

He shows you to the kitchen as you peer round his house, taking in the scent of his yummy cooking.

You take the wine he kindly offers while he serves you dinner, chatting and catching up. After setting your meals and drinks at the table he beckons you over.

“C’mere, help me take this off,” he turns, gesturing to the tie at the back of his apron.

Your dexterous fingers work on the little knot, saving him the frustration of fumbling around.

Now you’re standing up close behind him, your eyes are transfixed by the way his back tapers in so elegantly, your gaze drifting over his shoulders that are well above your eye level, then back down to his waist.

You finish and he pulls the white fabric over his head, thanking you and stroking your hair.

He brings you into a soft kiss, bending right down to your lips, releasing you too soon to pull out a dining chair.

You enjoy Toji's cooking– he must’ve enjoyed making this particular meal, he’s seemingly perfected it. You drink and chat, trying not to bore him with the details of your day, but he seems interested.

He clears up and apologises for the lack of dessert, “so ahh… you’ll have to do,” he slips in, giving you a little wink.

You take your conversation to the living room where you notice Toji’s eyes dropping to your lips, then further down over your body. Your chatting pauses as he extends an arm, pulling you up to his imposing torso.

You feel his hands on your waist. He wants you closer.

You let out a little squeak when he pulls you on top of him, watching the way his dark eyes scan over your little black dress that barely covers your underwear.

You feel his heavy, deep breaths fanning your face, his hands snaking up to toy with the hem of your dress.

“I really like your outfit tonight, but can I please take it off?” his eyes find yours as he pinches the material over your thighs.

Your chest feels tight, but you have to get it out, “Toji, before we continue… could I ask you something?” You’re nervous. This man, this lovely, handsome man clearly wants you. And you’re going to sit around asking him questions?

“What is it, sweet?” he replies, clearly unphased by the little tremor in your voice.

“Are you seeing anyone else like this... or, or is it just me?” You really want to make everything absolutely clear here. You can’t handle the thought of sharing people.

Your head is going at a hundred miles an hour, overthinking as usual, when you're interrupted by Toji's deep laughter.

“Oh doll,” his thumb caresses your chin, “it’s just you.”

Relief washes over you, your head falling to rest against his with a smile.

“You think I’m naughty because of my body count?” He asks.

You hate to be judgemental but, honestly, “yeah… ‘m sorry, but I, I just really wanted to check before…” your eyes lose contact with his, your words falling away.

“Before what?” his genuine smile is replaced with a cocky smirk, “Before I fuck you?” he asks, making your stomach curl up.

He lets out a chuckle, “Yeah, don’t worry. I’m over that now. I’m looking for someone who I can treat right,” he lifts your chin and stares at you with his beautiful green eyes, “if you’ll let me?” he murmurs against your lips.

He sounds serious. You’re a little stunned, letting out a breathy ‘yeah’ with a nod of your head.

“Good,” he pulls you into an intense kiss, one hand squeezing the back of your neck, the other kneading your thigh, “‘cause I’ve been wanting you…” he sucks on your lip, “so bad.”

He orders you to stand up, stripping you of your sheer tights and underwear, bringing you between his spread legs. His massive hands encase your body, working your dress up to get closer to what he wants.

He reaches your ass, exposing your lower body completely. You see his eyes flicker down, uttering a quiet “fuck,” his voice wavering.

He’s trying so damn hard to take it slow, desperate to take in every detail of your body.

Your dress comes over your head, Toji’s eyes lighting up seeing that you’re not wearing a bra.

“So fucking pretty,” he almost chokes out, seemingly spellbound, “been thinking about you like this…” he murmurs, rough lips and hands covering your body.

He’s growing impatient. You feel him spreading your legs.

“Really need to taste you now…” you feel his tongue lick a stripe up your thigh, his strong hands swivelling you around to sit on the sofa. He kneels in front of you, finding the perfect spot to get between your legs.

“Enjoy your dessert,” you giggle as he looks up at you.

But Toji's not smiling.

His expression is clouded with desire as he breathes against you, causing heat to spread through your core.

“Don’t joke…” his emerald eyes find yours, “know you’re gonna taste so good,” he teases your wet folds, your fingers toying with his jet black hair as his lips close over you.

You bite your lip to hold back a scream, feeling the way he sucks on your clit so hard. Nobody’s done it like that before. He smirks, seemingly pleased with your reaction.

Dammit, he knows what he's doing.

His tongue flicks out, licking and pushing down inside you, making you gasp loudly and cling onto his hair while he hums and moans softly, his mouth engulfing you.

He slides out and ignites your clit with pleasure again, the tip of his tongue swiping and moving in deft circles, toying with you until he pulls away to carry you to his bedroom. His bed is huge, and so comfy as he lays you down.

“Better angle,” he mutters, then quickly pushes his tongue back inside, lapping up your wetness like he’s been starved.

He buries his face into you, squeezing your hips, encouraging you to grind onto his face. You can tell he’s not planning to let you go for a long time. He’s getting comfortable, leaning further into you, sighing contently like this is all he needed.

His tongue slides out again, kissing and sucking your clit until you get an unfamiliar sensation– a sudden sting of sharp, hard teeth closing over the most sensitive part of your body.

“Toji–!!” you let out a surprised yelp.

“mmh?” he mumbles and continues nibbling as if he's done nothing wrong.

You can only let out a nonsensical whimper in reply as he dives back inside you, “sooso fuck– ahh, fucking good–”

He keeps going, building you up and up so expertly, pushing you open, making out with your body. He brings you up to the edge, but you’re not ready yet, you can’t quite let yourself tip over.

“Toji–” your voice comes out as a needy moan, “can… can I cum… on your dick?” you just had to ask.

He continues licking then pulls away for a second, his eyes fixed on your flowing juices, “y’ think I was gonna let you cum?” he mutters, making you shiver and whine when his tongue darts out again.

“Thing is, I’m happy here, been too long… need this,” he says between kissing and sucking your little bud.

Ok, he’s stubborn. But you can be too.

“But Toji…” you look down at him with the cutest expression, observing a little fracture in his resolve.

He continues his movements, closing his eyes and enjoying your sweet taste. He's loving everything about this, he's been so fed up with just imagining you pushed down on his bed, squirming with pleasure. He wants to enjoy you like this a little longer, rather than rushing to stuff you full of his dick.

God, he knows he desperately wants it.

But he knows some girls struggle to take him, some begging him to stop, and that would just kill him if you said that right now. He knows how much he needs you and that he wouldn't be able to stop, no matter how much you're crying and hurting.

And he knows when it's been a while (like it has now) he can get crazy, like an animal in heat. The way he needs to fuck just makes him lose his mind; his senses drop away. All he can feel is that tight, hot squeezing round his fat length.

Like he’s blind to the white hot pleasure, his body takes over, his mind goes blank sometimes and, in all honesty, he doesn't know what he's going to do.

He could fuck you vanilla, nice and slow, or he could end up hurting you so bad he feels ashamed. But he can't control it. He just knows he doesn't want to hurt you.

And seeing you feel all this pleasure makes him feel so good, like he can do right by you, like he can look after you so well. And maybe you should let him? Maybe you should let him show you how good he can take care of you.

But you just can’t give it up.

You'd be so happy cumming like this, over his hot tongue and lips, but realistically, he’s fucking gorgeous. He’s stunning. And you’ve gotten to know his softer side so much that you’d wholeheartedly trust him with your body.

How could you not want all of him?

The steady movements of his tongue, his deep breaths inhaling your scent, his thoughts rushing around his head are all brought to a stutter when he hears your voice again.

“Please…” you sound so pretty he can’t stop the groan rumbling in his chest. His eyes remain closed, his lips over your heat for a moment longer until he pulls away with a pop.

An amused smile plays at your lips, taking note of how big, scary Toji’s resolve is brought crumbling down by a little girl saying please.

And he knows that, in this moment, his will is lost to his desires. And it was just so easy for you.

He unbuttons his shirt.

His trousers come down.

fuck.

Now you can see the long, girthy reason why he wasn’t planning on having sex with you tonight. He didn’t want to scare you off.

He removes his underwear, leaving him naked in front of you. "fuck" you whisper out loud this time, your eyes going wide with shock.

However strong willed and determined he can be, it's just not the same when such a beautiful girl is asking for something so nicely.

Especially when that something happens to be part of him that he so sorely wants to give you.

He lets a long strand of saliva drip from his lips, landing on his tip. He smears the liquid with his thumb and leans over you on his bed.

“Don’t look so worried, doll,” he strokes himself up and down, “it’ll fit.”

He gets closer, resting his massive arms around your head.

At this point you’re not concerned about his size and how wide he’s going to split you open… you just need him inside you so desperately it’s all you can think about.

You feel his tip pushing you open, your hands grabbing at the back of his neck, pulling him into a hot kiss, eroding his last fragments of willpower.

“need you… Toji,” you let out a whimper of his name.

His jaw clenches as he attempts to stifle a groan. It really must’ve been a while for him. He slides into you more, halfway maybe. You’re screaming inside, trying desperately to hide your pain from him.

“Didn’t know it was gonna hurt so much, hm?” he questions, cocking an eyebrow. There’s no sympathy in his dark eyes anymore. He thrusts all the way in, so, so deep and hard, making you so full he’s going to change the shape of you.

He caresses your cheek, where tears are gathering, “shh,” he kisses you gently, “you asked for this, yeah?”

You whimper and sniffle, nodding, pain and pleasure coursing through you.

“That’s right, fuck– I need more–” he grunts, fucking you so smooth and slow, his lower abdomen sparking pleasure from your clit.

It hurts, yeah, he’s pushing on your cervix and rearranging your guts. But as the initial pain fades you’re left with a deep, warm, spreading pleasure that only someone so big can give you. You know he’s a perfect fit. You wrap your legs around his back and pull him in, trying to earn more of his sexy groans.

He’s being so patient with you, but you know your body is ready now. “I– I can take it–” you manage to stutter out over his lips.

A surprised smile flashes across Toji’s handsome face. He can't believe you’re so eager for more. He pulls all the way out, his tip sliding over your wet lips, reducing you to grasp at his hips in attempts to pull him back in again.

He lets out a little laugh, “want me that bad, huh?”

His lips seal over yours, your hands travelling up his back, bucking your hips up.

You give him those irresistibly pretty eyes, a little whispered ‘yes’ escaping your lips.

He gives it to you so good, forcing high pitched moans and mewls from your throat as your first orgasm tears through you. You’re so dizzy you can’t even feel embarrassed.

He lets out hot groans and grunts in reply, picking up his pace, unable to hold back his hard thrusts now he can hear you and feel you squeezing him.

Toji swears he’s never enjoyed sex so much– watching your body writhe beneath him is a sight for sore eyes, your tits bouncing so beautifully as you take every inch of him. He hates to admit how his chest is filling up with that warm feeling, after finding such a caring, sweet girl who’s also able to handle his cock so well.

“Fuck, yes– can’t believe such a pretty girl like you,” his emerald eyes scan over your pleasured features, “is takin’ me so fucking well–” he growls out between heavy thrusts. His words only urge you on, making you squirm and rake your fingers down his back, “filling me– s-so perfect, Toji–” you choke out between receiving his hard pounds.

He gives you that cocky grin you’ve started to adore, “Yeah? Not too much for this little pussy?” You shake your head vigorously, making him laugh and kiss you languidly, forcing out your moans and swallowing them up.

You enjoy this intimate moment, your lips pressing against each other while you share hot breaths, not a thought going through your head.

He pulls away leaving your mouth hanging open, your head tilting back on the pillows, readily exposing your neck for him to bite and suck.

His head dips lower, kissing your shoulders and chest, a high pitched whimper catches in your throat when you feel his teeth on your nipple.

The sound draws his fingers to your mouth. You open up and suck eagerly, swallowing and licking as he forces his digits deeper, giving you a sadistic smile when you choke.

If you’re struggling with his fingers, will you even be able to take his cock in your mouth? You wonder while he strokes your tongue that’s swirling and wrapping around him.

He pulls away and watches in awe as you take him. A body so cute and pretty, smothered by his own, one of his hands big enough to nearly cover your whole stomach where he's pressing to feel the bulge of his cock. He can only reward such behaviour, “You’re being such a good girl for me– you want it a bit harder?”

“yes daddy” you reply without hesitation.

His eyes roll back, his eyelids nearly flutter closed– they would have if you weren’t looking at him like that– he opens his mouth and lets out the hottest, deepest fucking groan and hammers and pounds you till you’re shaking. He grabs your shoulders and wraps himself completely around you, his body engulfing yours entirely, his head pressed into your neck.

He gets rougher, your breathy whimpers of, ‘so close’ and ‘daddy please’ going straight to his throbbing cock while his scarred lips leave pretty marks on your skin. Your body naturally submits to his sheer size and dominance, feeling his hot touches over your skin while your hands find purchase on his chest and shoulders. You want to hold and squeeze every inch of his body, needing to feel his hard and bulging muscles.

He takes you however he wants, shifting and angling your pliant body so easily, keeping up his perfect pace. He spreads your legs a little wider, asking you to hold them open so he can get a little deeper.

But he needs more.

He takes your thighs in his hands and pushes your legs right back.

fuck. he’s too big for this.

Along with his merciless thrusting and sheer length, this position floods your body with new, fresh pain.

“Toji— pleaseplease, Toji– s’too mu-uuch–!” you cry out suddenly.

“shh, baby, nearly there,” his soft words soothe your cries, his hands gently caressing you in comparison to his animalistic thrusting, “don’t worry, got you, I’ve got you–”

He knew he wouldn’t be able to stop. It’s dirty, rough and hard, nearly too much for you to handle, but you take him without further protest till he’s filling you to the fucking brim.

You try to catch your breath, staring up in disbelief as he just keeps pumping and groaning.

“You came on my dick, sweet? Just like you wanted?” he asks, pounding into you as you ride out your nth orgasm.

“mmhmm, yeah, came on daddy's big dick,” you whine as you're still cumming, stroking up his abs and chest.

“Good girl, mm, fuck–” he moans and hums like a mantra in your ear, bringing his body down over yours again, your hands snaking round his tight waist.

He praises you and tells you how good you made him feel, his movements getting slower and slower until he lies still inside you, holding you as you both recover, sharing sweet kisses and hot breaths.

You both eventually come down, your body feeling overwhelmed and exhausted as you let Toji clean you up. He gently pulls you on top of him so you can hear his steady heartbeat, resting your sleepy head on his chest.

“You’re mine now, ok?” you hear him mutter through your sleepy haze, nodding your head and mumbling back, “yes, Toji… I wanna be yours.”

You feel him kissing your head, his strong arms holding you close, you’ve never felt so safe and protected. You take steady breaths, enjoying the warm feeling washing over your body, and sleep so deeply.

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 3 months

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Bruce Wayne. 2

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Bruce Wayne x plus size reader

Bruce works too hard but unluckily for him, you’re more stubborn than he is

Warnings: reader can be sunburnt, fluff, mentions of showering together, workaholic Bruce

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Bruce was nothing if not a hard worker. He continuously worked himself to the bone to keep everything afloat and for that, you really did admire him. He used his privilege to help so many people both in his day job and his night job but god did you find it hard to spend time with him.

His brain seemed fixated on his goals, even in the quiet moments where there was nothing to do. Nothing ever got his full attention, not even you, his loving girlfriend.

“How long has he been down here?” You crossed your arms over your chest as you observed Bruce who was currently hunched over his new project, blue eyes firmly fixated on the delicate wiring. Alfred sighed heavily through his nose.

“Since the moment he returned from the airport after dropping you off.” Your eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

“That-“ You took a deep breath in an effort to calm yourself down. “I knew a week long girl’s trip was too good to be true. I’ll take care of this, take a couple days off.” The older man nodded and left the cave with a fatherly squeeze to your shoulder.

As soon as you heard the elevator doors shut, you shed the thick cardigan and long sleeve shirt you were wearing, leaving you just in leggings (that Bruce absolutely went crazy for) and a thin undershirt that did little to disguise the colour of your bra. Your steps were light but not completely silent, it would do you no good to sneak up on the Dark Knight.

Even centimetres away, you could feel the tension in Bruce’s muscles, like he was wound up for a fight. He jumped only slightly as you laid your hands on his shoulder blades but he quickly eased into your tough, letting out a hum of acknowledgement. “Back early?”

“Actually, I’m right on time.” His hands faltered and you knew that his dark brows were pulled up like they always did when he was coming out of a work-related trance. The chair turned yet your hands never left his skin, now resting on his strong chest as he looked up at you. His pupils dilated, slowly overtaking the stunning blue of his irises as he took in your attire.

“Are you sure?”

You chuckled. “I have the sunburn to prove it.” He grunted, obviously not quite believing you, or he just didn’t want to admit that he hadn’t obeyed your suggestion of taking some time off when you were gone.

“You were supposed to come back on the fifth.” Bruce tried to argue as his eyes flicked back to his work. You knew that look, it was his ‘I want to end this conversation so I can get back to work’ but you knew exactly what to do to distract him.

“It is the fifth, my love. Maybe you need to take a break. How about coming upstairs with me and we’ll have a nice hot shower?” Your touch slowly migrated up his chest to his jaw and Bruce’s eyelids fluttered under the attention. But he just as quickly tensed up again, catching onto your game.

“Sorry sweets, I have work to do.” He attempted to turn his chair back around but you stepped between his spread legs, pinning him to the spot with your body.

Your bottom lip turned out into a truly award winning pout and you sniffed. “But I missed you baby, I just want to spend some time with you.” You could actually see his will beginning to crumble. One more step.

Tears filled your eyes. “Do you not want to spend time with me?”

He knew that they were crocodile tears but they tugged at the mass of guilt in his chest anyway. “Do not. I said no. Those puppy dog eyes don’t work every time. Fuck- fine.” Immediately, your tears disappeared and you beamed at him.

“Great! Maybe I’ll also show you the new bikinis I got on the trip.” Bruce groaned and let you pull him to his feet, abandoning his half-finished work.

“You are a cruel woman.” He complained as you dragged him to the cave’s exit. You looked back at your boyfriend with a wink.

“I just know Batman's kryptonite.” You teased and though he wouldn’t admit it out loud, Bruce wholeheartedly agreed. You definitely knew how to get him to fold.

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justmystyles · 10 months

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NEED YOU TO WRITE A JEALOUS/Angsty one for the picture of whoever is applying moisturiser to Harry. Your angst is soooooo good

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pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader

word count: 2.3k

summary: you return to Love on Tour after an extended break, but after your last interaction, you come back to an awkward situation with Harry.

a/n: first of all, thank you so much for sending in this request, and for your kind words! when i first saw it, i wasn't really sure how to make angst out of it, but i think i figured it out pretty well.

i did take some artistic liberties with timelines here, i know the outfits and tour dates don't line up, but i had to suspend disbelief a little to make the story work out. sorry, don't come for me!

**Hey, so let's try this again! The first time I posted it was answering the wrong ask. That one will still be done snd posted. I promise!**

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As your car traveled through the streets of Glasgow, you were unable to really take in the stunning scenery around you. You were too busy worrying about what the day had in store for you, panicking about being face to face with him again.

Love on Tour had been on break since November, so you hadn’t seen Harry in nearly seven months. And the last time you did see him, things got complicated. After the last show, Harry had rented out a local bar to throw what he deemed the ‘Love on Tour holiday party’. Since everyone would be going their separate ways for a bit, he wanted to give this family he had formed a chance to celebrate together.

As with most holiday parties, the alcohol was flowing rather freely, and everyone was getting loose and having a good time. You noticed that as the night went on, Harry was by your side more and more, his jokes getting slightly more flirty and his touches lingering just a little longer than they usually would. You two had developed a pretty flirty relationship, but he was like that with everyone, so you didn’t think much of it.

Until you found yourselves in a secluded corner of the bar with his tongue down your throat.

Sure, it was something you had thought about for a while. Harry was one of the most gorgeous people you had ever seen, and to top it off he was so kind, and funny. He was technically your boss, but you would never know it. He treated you like his equal, his friend. Developing a crush on him was inevitable. But you had never expected anything to happen. Then it did, and you hadn’t heard from him since.

At some point, Harry had gotten pulled away from you to do shots with the band, and you had an early flight the next morning. So you decided to slip out while he was distracted, it would allow you to put off the awkward conversation, at least for a little while.

You had expected a call or text, anything from him the next day, but you didn’t. You hadn’t heard from him once since that night. You had seen him making appearances and doing interviews, which meant that he had hired someone else for his glam during the break, that hurt. He had regretted that night so much that he didn’t even want to work with you.

You were contracted for the entirety of his tour, so you knew you would have to go back. When you signed on for the tour, you were excited to see the world, but now you were dreading every second you had to spend with Harry pretending that nothing had happened between the two of you. Pretending that you weren’t heartbroken.

“Miss?” The driver’s voice brought you out of your thoughts, and you realized that you had arrived.

You thanked the driver as he handed you your bags and made your way through the backstage area. As you walked down the hall, you stopped to say hi and caught up quickly with people you’d run into, sharing quick stories about your break and promising to catch up soon. You found your way to the glam room, and took your time setting everything, partially because of how particular you were, but more than that, you wanted to kill as much time as you could so you didn’t have to go out to the common areas and socialize. You knew he’d be there, and you didn’t want to face him.

Once things were set up, you killed time alone in your space, scrolling through your phone. You heard voices coming down the hallway, one of them was unmistakable. You put your phone down and took a deep breath to prepare yourself. As he walked through the door, you plastered your best fake smile on.

Harry saw you, and you noticed his expression falter slightly, but he quickly corrected it. “Hey Y/N, welcome back.” He said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into a quick side hug. It was significantly shorter than your past hugs, but it was long enough for his scent to overtake your senses.

“Thanks,” you mumble as you step back, signaling for him to take a seat. You and Jeff say your hellos, and you make your way to your kit. The sooner you got started, the sooner you’d be finished, and you’d be able to get some distance from Harry.

Jeff stayed by Harry’s side while he was in your chair. No doubt a calculated measure by Harry to make sure you weren’t left alone. As grateful as you were for that, you were also annoyed. He was the one that kissed you, and he wasn’t even man enough to reject you and apologize.

“You’re all set.” You said once you were finished. You noticed Harry flinch slightly at your tone. You didn’t mean for your words to come out so stern, but you would only be able to hold back your emotions for so much longer.

“Oh… okay, thanks Y/N.” Harry said cautiously as he got out of the chair, walking out of the room with Jeff.

Once they were gone, you sat down into the chair Harry had just been in and dropped your face into your hands. The rest of this tour was going to be a nightmare.

“Y/N, we need you backstage real quick.” Jeff sticks his head in the door only a couple of minutes before showtime. “And grab that lotion.”

You furrow your brow, but comply. Grabbing the bottle and following Jeff down the hall. You find Harry standing shirtless amongst the hustle and bustle of pre-show preparations.

“Um…” You got Harry’s attention and held up the bottle. “Jeff asked for this?”

“Oh, right. I um… well…” He gestures to his bare torso. “I can do it if–”

“No no,” you interrupt him. “It’s fine, it’s my job.” You pump some lotion into your hand and set the bottle down. You rub your hands together and step up to Harry, taking a deep breath to center yourself before placing your hands on his chest and rubbing the lotion in.

As your hands run along his body, your mind flashes back to that night. Your hands on his, his on you, your tongues entwined. You shake off the thoughts.

“Are you okay?” Harry asks, you look up to meet his concerned, almost sad gaze.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You lie. Your eyes remain locked on each other, Harry opens his mouth to say something.

“The internet is going to go nuts for this!” You both snap your attention over to Lloyd, who was snapping pictures of your interaction.

You feel your face heat up and look down, trying to hide your blush from Harry. You hurry to finish applying the lotion. “All set,” you finally say, unable to look up at him. He thanks you as you’re scurrying away, rushing back to your area.

All you wanted to do was go back to the hotel and hide, but you knew you’d need to stay for a few touch ups before the encore. So you spent the entirety of the show sitting alone in the hair and makeup area lost in your thoughts, wondering how you were going to make it through.

You kept an eye on the show through the monitor, making your way to the backstage area as he was finishing up his final song before the encore. He rushed over to you, breathing heavy, and adrenaline running high. You made some quick adjustments to his hair, and handed him a towel so he could wipe down a bit before going back out there, avoiding his gaze the whole time.

He thanks you quietly before he returns to the stage, and you return to your space. While he’s finishing the show, you pack your things, hoping to get out of there and back to the hotel before he’s off stage. As you're closing up your case, you’re startled by a knock at the door. You look up and silently curse yourself for not moving faster when you see Harry standing in front of you. His chest rising and falling rapidly, still catching his breath, his body glistening, a combination of sweat and the lotion you had applied earlier. He was the last person you wanted to see, but you couldn’t look away.

“Hi,” he breaks the silence. “Can we talk for a minute?”

“I can’t, my car is waiting. I’ve gotta get back to the hotel.” You pick up your case and move closer to him, but he refuses to move from the doorway.

“Please,” he pleads with you. You look up and see determination in his eyes. He’s not going to let you go without talking. You relent, dropping your case by the door and signaling for him to come in. “You’re not going to pull some fancy footwork and run past me if I move away from the door?”

You shake your head, you know he’s making a joke, but you can’t bring yourself to laugh. You move further into the room, hopping up to take a seat on the counter. “I’m here.”

Harry takes a seat, running a hand through his hair as he tries to form the words. “I think I owe you an apology for the last time I saw you.” You remain silent, hoping he continues. “I was drunk, I crossed a line that I shouldn’t have, it wasn’t professional.”

“It’s okay, we were both drunk.” You say, your feet swinging back and forth.

“The last thing I wanted to do was screw up what we had,” he confessed.

“It’s fine, like you said, you were drunk. It didn’t mean anything.”

Harry looked up at you, his brows furrowed. “I said I was drunk Y/N, not that it didn’t mean anything.”

Your eyes went wide at his words. “I… what?” Before he could continue. “I just assumed it was a dunk fling or whatever.”

“Have you ever heard the phrase ‘drunken words are sober thoughts’?” You nod, trying to put the puzzle together. “Well in this case, it’s drunken actions.” He stood from his seat, stepping closer to you. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a long time. I had liquid courage running through me that night, I knew I wasn’t going to see you for a while, and you looked so beautiful, and you smiled at me like that, and I just couldn’t help myself.”

“Oh,” you said softly, it was the only thing you could manage to get out.

“After the guys pulled me away, I tried to find you. I wanted to lay everything out, tell you how I felt, but you left.” He looked down, but you could see the pain in his eyes before they dropped. “We had kissed, it was this amazing kiss, and then you just left without saying goodbye. I realized I had fucked up.”

“I didn’t, that’s not why I left, I…” You were about to apologize for leaving, but he could have just as easily called you. “Why didn’t you just call? Text? Anything?”

“I felt so bad. I didn’t know what to say. The more time had passed, the harder it got. And before I knew it, it had been seven months.” He saw the tears welling in your eyes, and his heart sank. “I missed you so much during the break, but I miss you more now. You’re right in front of me, but it feels like you’re a million miles away.”

“I’m right here, Harry.”

“You’re not though, we’ve barely said anything to each other, and there’s this awkwardness between us. I hate it.” His voice starts raising, frustration growing in his tone. “It was one of the best kisses of my life, but if I could go back in time and stop it from happening so that we could be us again, I would.”

“Harry?” He looks up at you and you see a vulnerability in his eyes that you’d never seen before. “I wanted that kiss too. It meant so much to me.”

“But… but you just left…”

“I had an early flight, and I didn’t want to pull you away because you felt like you needed to let me down easy. I just assumed I’d hear from you the next day, hungover and apologize. But I never did.”

Harry stepped in between your legs, his hand coming up and brushing across your cheek. “You’ve wanted to kiss me too?” Your breath hitched from how close he was, all you could do was nod. He smirked at your nerves, relief washing over him. “You know, when you were putting that lotion on earlier, when your hands were all over me,” his face moved closer, his lips just a breath away from yours. “You were driving me crazy.”

You couldn’t contain yourself, his husky tone, his breath against your face, you closed the distance and kissed him. He groaned against your lips as his hands rested on your thighs, squeezing gently. This kiss was different than the last, that first kiss was sloppy, desperate. This time, it was slower, more deliberate.

When you finally separated, you were both breathless, silly grins plastered on your faces. “So, what now?” You ask, unsure about where this leaves you.

“Well,” Harry sighs, his thumbs running back and forth over your thighs. “We definitely still have stuff to talk about, but I’m hoping it leads to a lot more of that.” He smiled, kissing the tip of your nose.

“I have a feeling it will.” You smirk, pulling him in for another kiss.

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show-your-fangs · 10 months

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Ooh are you still taking requests for Hotch? If so, I would like a smut fic with a plus size reader please! I always see stuff about how most fat people are self confident now, but that isn’t the case for me, maybe some reassurance from Aaron ? If you’re uncomfortable writing this or don’t want to, don’t worry about it!! 🤍🤍

hi gorgeous angel 🤍🤍 i hope i was able to deliver. i sprinkled a lot of smut because you deserve to be rewarded.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x plus size f!Reader

Words: 1.7k

CW: 18+, nsfw, mdni.

Tags/warnings: established relationship, self-concious/insecure plus size!reader, soft Aaron, a lot of reassurance, pet names (beautiful, gorgeous girl, darling), praise, oral (f receiving), basically Aaron eats you out to show you he's obsessed with you and your body.

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“No!” you screeched and he immediately stilled over you.

Your heart was racing, your ears were hot with shame, the confidence that had led you here, to his bedroom, to his bed where you currently laid, splayed on your back with his tight, broad frame pressed tightly over you, evaporating at the mere thought of light.

He had just leaned over you to turn his bedside table lamp on, to fill the room with soft light. He wanted to see you, wanted to get to witness every twitch, every shiver, everything he was about to make you feel.

He assessed the situation for a second, took in your heaving breaths which had turned from excited to terrified ones. He could make out the outline of your hands now fiddling uncomfortably with your fingernails.

“What’s wrong, beautiful?” he asked, his hands slowly retreating from the lamp back to your body, to your hips where he gently began to draw circles.

“Can we…can we keep the light off?” you whispered, ashamed. “Please.”

You couldn’t see his face since the light from the hall was hitting his back in a low glow. But if you could’ve seen him, you would’ve caught the flash of sadness, of despair and hurt.

He immediately understood why you were feeling this way, and yet he couldn’t help but get incredibly angry that you were. Not at you, however, never at you. It wasn’t your fault you were feeling this way, it was the fault of whoever had made you believe that you weren’t beautiful, that you weren’t desirable, that your body wasn’t perfect.

“Darling,” he started, his voice soft and gentle, kind and understanding. “You have the body of a goddess,” you winced then, and it unfortunately confirmed all of his suspicions. He truly was good at his job. It was eerie how he could read you so easily, so quickly, with nothing more than a single sound. “Please allow me to do right by Aphrodite and worship you like you deserve.”

Your mind was stunned into complete silence. The voice that had been screaming was now quiet. No one had ever spoken to you that way, with such sincerity and intensity that you couldn’t do anything but believe them, take them to heart, accept that he was telling you the truth.

He wanted you, desired you, found you irresistible, and who were you to deny him of what he wanted, who were you to deny your body what it craved.

You slowly nodded, breath hitching as you felt him shift again, this time the action emphasized by the click of the lamp turning on. Warmth enveloped the room, but you didn’t register it fully.

“Open your eyes, beautiful,” he purred. “Let me see you.”

You hadn’t realized you’d closed them until then. You took one more steadying breath, focusing all of your energy on his hands, on how warm they were against your hips, how they were gently and lovingly tracing circles over your love handles.

You opened your eyes slowly, white specks of light fluttering as his beautiful face came into focus above you. He smiled brightly and you swore you melted right into the mattress.

“There you are, gorgeous girl,” he praised. “You’re doing so good for me.”

You couldn’t help the blush that rose from your chest to your cheeks, a hot and adorable pink that matched the one on his.

It was almost overwhelming to think that you had this effect on him, you made him blush, you made him smile so brightly you were afraid the sun would stop working, you made his heart beat so fast against his chest you were afraid it would break through.

“I’m going to take off your pants, alright?” he asked gently, making sure to keep you comfortable as a priority, to take it at your pace, to go as slowly as you needed, even if all he wanted to do was jump you right then and there, bury himself so far inside of you that you forgot what you were even feeling self conscious about.

You nodded and his hands slowly slid down your body, delicate and soft, slowly and steady. He unbuttoned your pants, followed by the zipper, and then hooked his hands into the waistband.

He looked back at you before he even began to pull them off and you nodded again, biting down on your lip out of habit. He slowly pulled your pants down your legs, the eye contact never faltering.

You were feeling too much, the fire in your belly having spread to every part of your body. It was silly, silly to think that just by looking at you like you were the most beautiful person on the planet he could get you this hot and bothered.

You’d always thought he was out of your league, nothing more than an unattainable dream, a crush that would lead nowhere. You knew his type, the athletic, runs marathons for fun, only eats lean protein with mountains of steamed vegetables with no seasoning type. And yet Aaron had managed to surprise you at every corner.

He tossed your pants across the room, his hands now on your thighs. He ran them up and down like he’d done with your waist, diligently taking his time to feel, to commit every inch of your body to memory.

He slowly opened your legs for him, to allow him to press himself flush against your core. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped you and he grinned brightly in response.

“Can I eat you out, beautiful?” he murmured, the feeling of his hands, the feeling of his hot and hard erection pressed against your heat. You were practically panting, not really digesting his words fully.

You nodded, the simple thought of the burning ache between your legs getting relieved enough to make you forget exactly what he had to get you there. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your belly button, distracting, as his hands opened your legs further, parting them for him to settle into them comfortably.

He continued to trail kisses down your stomach, taking extra care of making it a point to linger, to hum and groan and make sure he was constantly letting you know just how much he’d been craving you.

He sank down to his knees then and the sight nearly took you out. Your head strained to stay upright, to try and see him, your eyes unable to look away from him.

But then he pressed his face against your clothed pussy, his nose practically rubbing over your clit, and you couldn’t take it anymore. You fell back on the bed, hands wrapping themselves tightly around the duvet.

“You’re soaking, gorgeous girl,” he groaned, his thumb teasingly running down your clothed slit. You whimpered, the anticipation already making you lose it, which was exactly what he wanted.

He gingerly pulled your panties to the side, his eyes practically sparkling as he took in your glistening folds before him. He moaned then, not wasting another second before he dove in.

His lips wrapped around your clit, gently sucking before his tongue began to lap circles over it. You moaned loudly at his actions, the beautiful sounds coming out of your mouth spurring him on.

He ran his tongue down to your opening, teasing your hole before pressing it flatley against your slit and licking all the way back up to your clit. Your mind went blank at that, whatever thoughts remained, positive or negative, swiftly evaporating into the night.

He repeated the action a few more times, getting into a nice, steady rhythm. Your moans had gotten more chaotic, wild, free. Your body started to tremble, to move in tandem with his tongue, to seek it out to search for your own pleasure.

That’s when he pulled back, a needy whine escaping your lips at the loss of contact. He grinned, his tongue licking up the wetness around his lips before he swiftly sank two fingers inside of you.

And just like that your moans were back, filling his room with so much warmth it rivaled the heat from the lamp beside your head.

"So tight," he groaned as he began pumping his fingers in and out of you, making sure to curl them upwards inside of you to hit the spot he knew would make you come undone.

He leaned back down to press a kiss to your clit, the puffy nub looking incredibly lonely, almost begging to be given attention.

“You’re beautiful,” he stated. It was factual, matter-of-fact, veridical, never a question about it.

You sighed deeply, his words still sounding foreign to you, as if you knew them to be true and yet could not yet believe them in their entirety.

“Say it,” he ordered before his teeth bit down around your clit.

You practically screamed, the shock forcing you onto your forearms to see him, to see what he was doing to you.

“Say you’re beautiful,” he repeated the command as clearly as he could, tugging now, enough to make the pain just edge on the line to uncomfortable.

“Fuck, Aaron,” you whined, hands desperately trying to push him away by his shoulders. But he stood his ground, challenging. “I’m–I’m beautiful, I’m beautiful, I’m– gonna cum please–”

His teeth let go of your clit, the final jolt of electricity perfectly in tandem with a twist of his fingers inside of you. You couldn’t stop yourself from exploding, the tightness finally snapping, flooding your own body with more warmth than you knew what to do with.

Aaron dove right back in, his fingers sliding out as his tongue replaced them, sinking into you to feel your walls constrict, to feel your essence wash over him like a tidal wave. He lapped all of your juices up, his tongue skillfully working you through your orgasm.

You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even register anything other than the beating of your heart in your ears and the deliciously painful sting of overstimulation that was starting to take over as Aaron swallowed all you gave him.

After your breathing had calmed, your heart returned to a normal pace, your eyes focused on the room around you once more, Aaron stood himself up from between your legs, his even more pronounced erection pressing into you once more, as if to show you just how much harder you’d made him.

“Now, was that so hard?” he joked, a satisfied smile over his glossy lips.

"You have the body of a goddess. Please allow me to do right by Aphrodite and worship you like you deserve." will easily go down in history as once of the best lines of dialogue i will ever write.

now if y'all excuse me i need to go scream into my pillow.

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euphoricfilter · 6 months

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bts as my favourite sharks !!! (and why)

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(a list no one asked for but i will deliver) 🦈🫧

☆ namjoon: bull shark

one cool thing about bull sharks is that they can swim in both salt water and fresh water, super adaptable, super cool and hence why they’re namjoon. and in my humble little opinion, they’re just cooler versions of the great white 🧍🏻‍♀️ plus they’re like the big boy shark top of the shark food chain, perfect place for our favourite guy namjoon

☆ hobi: lemon sharks

i love lemon sharks because they have favourite humans, and love head pats, and form emotional connections with divers, and get jealous when their fav human being shows and attention to another lemon shark. 10/10 sociable shark, perfect for hobi

☆ jungkook: tiger shark

tiger sharks are just built different. and have probably had anything you can think of in their stomachs, they eat anything. they’re also known for having huge litters and after ‘seven’ and ‘3d’ 🤨 plus tiger sharks make it into my top 3 favourite sharks so maybe i’m a little biased

☆ yoongi: whale shark

whale sharks are gentle giants, and have been one of my favourite sharks since forever. and i think people think they’re scary because they’re huge, like school bus size. but they’re just cuties :( who eat lil shrimp and algae and have lil teeth and are so pretty. also random whale shark fact they can process more than 6000 litres of water every hour 🫡

☆ jimin: thesher shark

honestly just silly little guys 10/10 my favourite shark. they look like cuties but thresher sharks can stun their prey with their super cool tails, which i think if we’re looking at jimin and the sassy man agenda… don’t let cute looks fool you. also!!!! thresher sharks can jump out the water and do cool flips, comparable to jimin’s super cool contemporary dancing ☝️

☆ jin: hammerhead shark

a distinctive shark, and a distinctive face. hammerhead’s haven’t actually been around for as long as other species of shark, only existing for around 20-25 million years (where other sharks have been around since the dinosaurs), which may seem contradictory to jin’s age, however, this mf doesn’t age and has looked as young as he did the day he debuted

☆ tae: blacktip reef shark

black tip reef sharks are a little shy and skittish, and tae is often a little bashful, especially on live (in a very very taehyung way), so i feel they fit one another. however! that doesn’t mean they’re not social, which with bts and the wooga squad and everyone else tae meets, 10/10 black tip reef shark kinda guy

#bts #sharks #shark facts #personal #namjoon #seokjin #yoongi #hobi #hoseok #jimin #taehyung #jungkook

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Pairing: Henry Cavill x Hispanic/Latina Plus Size! Reader

Summary: Y/N has been dating Henry Cavill for a few weeks and everything was going fine with their relationship until she found out that his ex is Ana de Armas.

Warning: I think this turned out a little more comical than I wanted to but it was fun to write.

A/N: Obviously his dating history is made up, this is inspired by Obsessed by Olivia Rodrigo (I definitely prefer GUTS over SOUR, its more my vibe, not a stan though) ANYWAY, as a plus sized Latina who struggles with her body image and has tons of insecurities, i will be projecting. Let me know if you want more plus sized Y/Ns in the future

When Y/N was younger, she always had the dream of walking the red carpet like Salma Hayek. Though she wasn’t a singer or an actress, she couldn’t believe her dream is coming true as she walks alongside Henry Cavill, her super handsome actor boyfriend. They met on the set of the ministry of ungentlemanly warfare, Y/N was the guest of Eiza Gonzalez, Henry confused her as one of the wardrobe designers, Y/N explained who she was, and they hit it off. They were invited to the premiere of an action movie. She had on a smoky blue dress with a slit up to the middle of her left thigh and a corset bodice, absolutely beautiful. Henry and Y/N were posing for photos and Henry leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“You look ravishing, darling.” Henry whispered and kissed her temple when he pulled away. After a few more pictures, they entered the area, Henry began to talk to some people he knew and that’s when Y/N bumped into someone.

“Ay que boba soy, im so sorry.” Y/N told the Woman she bumped into but couldn’t see her face.

“No se preocupe, está bien.” The woman said, she turned to face Y/N and Y/N was in shock.

“No way, Ana de Armas de verdad lo siento mucho, no me estaba fijando.” Y/N said,

“Toda está bien, de verdad, me encanta su vestido.” Ana said, gesturing to Y/N’s dress. The twos were talking until…

“Ready to go in, love?” Henry said, putting his arm around Y/N. “Ana, how are you?” Henry asked the Cuban woman.

“Henry, I didn’t know you came with someone, she’s stunning. It was nice seeing you again, guapo, un placer conocerla, querida.” Ana said goodbye with a kiss on the cheek as she went inside. Henry and Y/N stayed back.

“How do you two know each other? I don’t think you guys made a movie together, right?” Y/N asked, curious how the British man knew the Cuban actress.

“Well, love, um, Ana and I dated…for a while.” Henry said. Y/N’s eyes widened.

“What?” Y/N questioned. So many questions were going through her head. Why did they break up? Was it jealousy? Is that why Henry chose her to date? He wouldn’t get jealous dating Y/N because no one else would want to date the fat girl? Henry’s voice pulled her away from her thoughts.

“Let’s go in and watch the movie, yeah?” Henry asked, leading Y/N in the theater to watch the movie but Y/N couldn’t pay attention. She couldn’t help but compare herself to Ana de Armas, like Ana was basically perfect! Ana’s hair looks so healthy, her amber eyes were just beautiful, her skin was flawless, and then there’s her, her hair is frizzy no matter how she styles it (wavy hair problems), there’s nothing special about her eyes, and no amount of makeup or skincare would give her that airbrushed look. Why is Henry going out with Y/N? That is what she keeps asking herself.

When the movie was over, Henry and Y/N went back to his house to unwind.

“You staying the night, darling?” Henry asked, hanging up his coat.

“Yeah, Fortachón, I’m staying.” Y/N said, sitting on his couch. “I didn’t know you dated Ana.”

“Yeah, it was a long time ago.” Henry said.

“If you guys never had any movies together, how did you meet?” Y/N asked. She was curious about his past relationship.

“My love, I don’t think we should be talking about this.” Henry commented.

“Fine, I’ll drop it.” Y/N said.

“Good.” Henry said. “Now let’s get you out of this dress because I’m tempted to see what’s underneath.” Henry grinned.

And he did just that. However, when Henry was asleep, Y/N was wide awake, looking at Ana’s instagram. She is so perfect! Not too short, not too tall, Ana had an hourglass figure unlike herself. Did Ana slept in the same bed as Henry, same side as Y/N, she bet Ana had those sexy silk pajamas unlike her, opting for her Macy’s pajamas set. She googled Henry and Ana together and their size difference was PERFECT, Henry and Ana looked like Hercules and Meg, Y/N, however, saw herself as Merryweather from Sleeping Beauty.

“Why do I do this to myself?” Y/N mumbled, her hands covering her face. She decided to watch Overdrive, which is one of Ana de Armas’s movie and she was gorgeous, but Ana was definitely prettier in person. Y/N fell asleep watching one of her interviews on YouTube, turns out Ana and Henry are the same sign.

Henry woke up and found Y/N already awake, stalking Ana’s Instagram.

“Darling, what are you doing?” Henry asked,

“Nothing.” Y/N said, quickly exiting out of the app.

“That didn’t look like nothing, why are you looking at pictures of Ana?” Henry asked, sitting up in the bed.

“I’m just curious. How long have you two dated?” Y/N asked. Henry rolled his eyes.

“I thought you dropped it.” Henry said.

“And I’m picking it up again, how long have you two dated?” Y/N asked.

“4 years, I met her when I was filming ‘A man from UNCLE’ in Italy.” Henry told Y/N, knowing what her next question would be.

“Why did you two break up?” Y/N asked.

“I guess we just grew apart.” Henry commented and Y/N looked at him.

“Why did you grow apart?” Y/N asked.

“Oh my god, angel, leave it alone, please, I have never seen you act this way, you know I’ve had previous relationships, why is this one different?” Henry asked

“Because it’s Ana de Armas! You went from Ana de Armas to me, do you understand how mind boggling that is?” Y/N gets up from their bed. “She’s an 11 and I’m a 4, and that’s on a good day, Fortachón. I know you love me and clearly looks don’t matter to you,” Y/N said gesturing to herself. “But I can’t help but think about you and Ana. What about your other exes? Are they actresses too? Or are they models? Singers?“

“You think I don’t wonder about your exes too?” Henry gets up as well. “Of course I think about them! But I don’t obsess over them like your obsessing over Ana right.” Henry said.

“You wanna know why? Because you don’t know who they are! You never met them, I never really told you about them, so you could imagine them however you want! You are a public figure so your previous relationships are all on Google.” Y/N said and goes downstairs to the kitchen, Henry following quickly behind her.

“Y/N, i love YOU, i am with you, Ana and I haven’t talked in years, we only make small talk if we see each other at award shows or premieres. You are so beautiful and I love you because you make me feel safe, happy, and at home.” Henry said, looking at Y/N in her eyes.

“I love you too, Fortachón, but I still have some questions. Did she give great head? Like I know I’m not the best at it, I’ve been told before, but…” Y/N started but Henry kissed her, after a while he pulled away.

“You’re better…wait, who said you weren’t good?” Henry questioned.

“Not the point..” Y/N said but was interrupted by Henry.

“No no, you obsessed over Ana, now it my turn to talk about your ex, what did he do?” Henry asked with his arms folded in front of his chest.

“Mm, He’s a hockey player, his name is James Oleksiak.” Y/N said. She went to the fridge to look for what to make for breakfast. “How do you feel about pancakes?” Y/N asked. Henry googled him and his eyes widened.

“James Oleksiak? HE IS 6’7!” Henry exclaimed.

“Yeah, i was a hockey WAG, good times.” Y/N said. “If it makes you feel better, I dated Lewis Hamilton for a while too, he’s 5’9 so you’re good.”

“You’re doing this on purpose now.” Henry said, also looking up pictures of Lewis Hamilton. “Okay, now I know how you feel.”

“I guess we’re both obsessed with each other’s exes. Can we stop doing that? That was actually exhausting.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, as far as we know, we only date each other.” Henry said, kissing Y/N. “How big was James?”

“I am not answering that.” Y/N said, laughing at Henry’s question.

“Why not? I answered your question about Ana.” Henry tried to convince Y/N. “Wait, did James say you weren’t that good or was it Lewis?”

“I’m good, I just can’t deep throat.” Y/N said and Henry thought for a second.

“It was James, wasn’t it?” Henry asked.

“Oh my god, stop, help me make pancakes.” Y/N said

The end

Because of the poll results, I am trying to write more Henry Cavill x Reader, I’ll still write about Walter and Mike, just not as often. ALSO, Henry Cavill’s nickname going forward is “Fortachón”, I can’t BELIEVE I forgot that in Hercules, his nickname in the Spanish Latino dub is fortachón, and since I had the idea to make Henry dress up as Hercules in a fanfic @shellyshellshell wrote, Fortachón is PERFECT! I was going through a crisis trying to figure out a good nickname for Henry, like damn.

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#hispanic reader #latina #hispanic #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill #henry cavil x y/n #henry cavill fic #henry cavill fanfiction

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