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growingexjocks · 4 months
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Update on our Fattening Swimmer Ex Jock!
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chubbyguyjay · 1 year
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admirerofmeat2398 · 5 months
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If you are a husky guy dressing as a cute Winnie the Pooh this Halloween, I want to say thank you for your service! 🍯🐝
Send me your pics!😁
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eating-the-inedible · 10 months
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Here is a list of the inedibles that will be in this bracket
Lava
Orbeez
Orange Joe (fictional "beverage" that's a combination of orange juice and coffee)
Doll shoes
Dirt
Pen caps
Mercury
Watermelon tourmaline
Comet/scouring powder
Moss
Paper towels
Play-Doh
Drywall
Marbles
CD
DVD
Dice
Kinetic Sand
Coins 
Fiberglass insulation
3DS Stylus
Plastic Bottle Cap
Chapstick
Babybell Cheese Wax
Paper
Bouncy ball
Human meat
Venus (planet)
Cascade dishwasher pods
Acrylic Paint
Magnets
Molten glass
Pens
Sea glass
Silica gel packet
Leaves
Cocoa butter lotion
Antifreeze
Pencil Toppers, the lil eraser things
Sand
Tumbled amethyst
Rubber Ducks
The rubber balls from the game Cranium Cariboo
Polly pocket clothes
Poison Dart Frog
Snow
0.1 uF Film Capacitor
The sun
Metal
Eraser
Tide pods
Phone charger wire
Those free wooden pencils you get at ikea (just the wood shell not the lead)
Liquid nitrogen
Aquarium gravel
the weird science juice in the beakers in those stock images
Origami star
Styrofoam cup
Sticky note
Collar of shirt
This submission form
Plastic straws
Glow sticks
Oil paintings
Candle wax
Glass
Nickel sulfate solution/Nickel plating solution
Silicone wristbands
Seatbelt
The wax paper under your Poutine
Forearm (doesn't have to be one's own)
Asbestos
Candy wrapper
“Okay so technically this is edible but I’ve had urges to just take a huge bite out of certain sea creatures before. Like just a chunk from an orca or dolphin or great white or seal, etc.”
“Those stupid wooden spoons”
Furbies
Scotch tape
Artificial grapes (the wax/plastic ones for display)
phone
THE FLESH OF MY ENEMIES
Crystals
Fire
The goo inside  Stretch Armstrong
Headphone wire
Raw steak
Art
Small colorful rubber bands 
Tinfoil
Pencil lead
Cattails (the plant)
Foamy soap
Liquid soap
Bar soap
Flourite
Shiny rocks
Grass
A hunk of random fish swimming by
A live goldfish
Toothpaste
Styrofoam
Price Tag Fasteners
The moon
Pool noodles
Smol frog
Destroying angel mushroom
the smoke coming out of the grain refineries two Mike's out of Gary, Indiana, Usa
Popsicle sticks
Cardboard
My hat
The tiny rocks in school playgrounds
Gasoline
Blue laundry detergent
Spray foam insulation
Battery corrosion
Fiber optic cables
Packing peanuts
Your mother
Pond water
Dry ice
Alkali metals
Chocolate shampoo
Ping pong ball
Bricks, like the stuff you'd build with. Minecraft bricks even, if you want
Hoodie drawstrings
Horse treats
Chalk
Copper (II) Sulphate Water / Blue Science Rock + Blue Science Juice
Ink
Floam
Fabric Paint
Oil paint
that one art piece of the banana taped to the wall
the hotdog somebody encased in resin
“the thin lego plates not the base plates but like the lego piece thats like 2x8 and they kinda look like hershey chocolate bar pieces”
One of those little hamsters
Model magic
Battery Acid (the drink)
manchineel apple
Rubber band ball
The lava lamp liquid
Blood
Rosin
Wax apples
That cake decoration that came with your slice and you're like 90% sure it's not edible... but what if ?
Soap bubble
Lush cosmetics' products
Plushies
Strawberry Shortcake's dolls with scented hair
Wood
Glue
Salt lamp
People who think children are not worth their consideration
Tarmac
Shampoo
Pennies
Poisonous berries
Chunky soft yarn
Crayons 
Rock
“whatever the Chuck E Cheese Ticket Muncher Machine is eating (it's not the tickets) (or the sound itself but that's neither a solid nor a liquid so this is just kind of holding hands with the hypothetical ticket muncher food)”
Snow globe liquid
Chisel tip whiteboard marker
Raw dough
Raw fuckin cactus. alive
Grape agate
Car seat
Succulents
Keys
Lock pick
Scrub daddy
Molten sugar 
Allergens
Lightning bolts
“Bark dust. Like the dirt/bark dust that's under the bark chips on a playground. Not the chips themselves. The dust.”
Clear deodorant
Apple earbud wires
Eggshells
Squinkies
Hello kitty sweatshirt zipper
Preshredded mozzarella cheese
Scrap metal
Rose
All of the rocks at a crystal shop
Origami polyhedron model
Bubbles mixture
Cupcake liners
Hair gel
Curtain rods
Incense sticks
Incense cones
Metal thing that attaches eraser to pencil
Windshield wiper fluid
Plastic pencil grips
Wooden ice cream spoon
Book
Tree
The liquid in levels
Vanilla extract
Aroace flag
Coil incense
California state testing “next question” button
Spackle
Forbidden coal iron french fries
Garage doors that look like chocolate bars
Plastic takeout box
Velvet
Weird anime girl hair
Freezable gel ice pack
Clouds
Necklace chains
Nail polish
Pencil Shavings
Pool floats
Bao Dumpling
Spray deodorant
0.1 uF Ceramic Capacitor
Vanillish (Pokémon)
Fondant
Really fancy pillars
Computers
Favorite song
Tumblr
“THE LITTLE ORBS IN THE MOUSE (aka trackballs)”
“Any cutesy anime character like Chopper or Pikachu”
Wooden fan blades
Balsa wood sticks
Those blankets that look like tortillas
Microwave
Milk and golden honey softsoap
Batteries
1x2 lego pieces
Light bulbs
Slightly melted lounge chair
Cork (the material)
Pineapple coke
Fingernails 
Sparkly lipgloss
Race Car Tire Marble
Gold trophies
Konjac sponge
Shirt
Mandy the Slayer / Orange Spyderco Dragonfly Knife
Malachite
Heater
Glasses Temples
Typewriter keys
EVA foam
Airplane
Sword
Crumbs in the couch
Children
My wife's arm/shoulder
Records
Yellow ACE bandages
Neon Signs
Scented candles
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chxrrylime · 2 years
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Greasy mechanic Billy please and thank you!
Thank you for indulging me, bestie. Decided to do a trans male!reader just for funnsies.
↪ 2913 words — 18+ / SMUT — tw for neil hargrove existing, scent kink, mention of hate crimes, fem terms used for trans male reader’s genitals, and mild discussion of pregnancy, condoms, and STDs.
Content tags — trans male submissive reader / cis male dominant Billy / cunnilingus, masturbation, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, floor sex.
It’s just your luck that your car breaks down in the middle of Nowhere, Indiana only a few hours before the sun sets. It’s maybe the number one place for you to get hate-crimed, but luckily you pass well enough. 
You manage to get a tow truck to drive you into town, your car trailing behind it. The guy’s middle-aged with a bushy mustache and thinning hair. The name tag on his shirt reads Neil. He’s quiet, which you don’t mind. You’re tired from driving for so long, not having slept for the last fourteen hours or so. Despite the exhaustion, you’re also weirdly horny, shifting in your seat and subtly adjusting yourself occasionally, earning a few side glances from Neil. 
He brings you to a dingy little garage in a town called Hawkins, not too far from where you broke down. It’s decent considering everything else—the sign is big and slightly rusted, with large white letters reading “Hargrove’s Brakes & Exhaust.” 
The truck putters into the car lot, the engine falling silent with a pained grumbling. You’d think working for a mechanic shop would mean your car is well taken care of, though they say plumbers have the shittiest toilets—pun intended.
“C’mon,” Neil jerks his head to the side, climbing out of the truck. You silently follow him into the building, eyes adjusting to the dim light of the seating area.
There’s a boy… a man? Somewhere in his twenties, maybe, stood behind the counter. Cropped short, curly blond hair and gray-blue eyes. His jumpsuit is dirty, the sleeves tied around his waist to reveal the skin-tight white t-shirt underneath it. You eye his biceps, how they bulge prettily as he leans his oil and grease-stained arms on the countertop. He’s chewing on the end of a pen, squinting at the screen of a chunky desktop computer as he types.
Long story short, he’s really hot—figuratively but also literally, it seems, with how he sweats. A little fan is sitting on the desk with blowing strands gently brushing his curls around.
He looks up as you two enter, immediately letting the pen drop from his mouth to the counter.
“Billy, you’re staying late to help this young man get his car working again,” Neil says, pulling an old jacket from a hanger beside the door and shrugging it on. He doesn’t even bother to make eye contact with the blond, his back towards him as he pulls his arms through the sleeves.
“I had plans with—“
“Well, cancel them. You’re staying late and you’re closing up shop. That’s final,” Neil interjects.
“Yes, sir,” Billy says, voice stern, carefully balanced to keep any aggravation out of his tone. Neil is already out the door.
You give him an apologetic half-smile, “sorry,” you subconsciously lick across your bottom lip, his eyes tracking the movement, “maybe I can make it up to you?” 
You know the line is a little cheesy, and maybe flirting with other men around here could be dangerous, but you’re still off-puttingly horny, and here you are: presented with this beautiful hunk. He chuckles low, swiping a hand through his hair, slightly darkening it with smudged oil.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he says with a smirk. His voice is raspy and deep and sends tingles up your spine, heat settling deep in your core, “and don’t worry about it, this isn’t the first time, and it won’t be the last.”
He steps out from behind the counter and you flush, face heating. His thighs and ass are nice and thick and you can feel your cocklet throb at the sight of him.
He sighs, uselessly wiping his hands off on his coveralls. Most of the black markings seem old, probably seeped into his skin, only a little bit coming off on the rough fabric.
“Alright, let’s go take a look,” he says, his thick fingers reaching out to trail along your lower back as he passes, making you shiver.
You trail behind him, watching how the dark blue material of the jumpsuit hugs his ass so perfectly. He glances over his shoulder and catches you staring, giving you a playful wink.
You chuff, shyly averting your eyes. At least you can safely assume he’s into men now. You lean against the driver’s side door as he strolls around to the front and pops the hood. The sun is starting to dip below the horizon, barely enough light for him to work. 
“Beat this thing to hell,” Billy grumbles, he pulls out a small flashlight and holds it between his teeth as he leans down to get a closer look. You’re almost certain he’s trying to get you to soak through your pants at this point, watching his muscles shift and flex as he strains forward.
“It’s a rental. Just need it to get me to California.”
“California, huh?” he responds, the words muffled and thick as he speaks around the flashlight, “family?”
“Sort of. No one’s waiting for me, but I grew up there. Just needed a change of pace.”
Billy hums in vague agreement, focused on the task at hand. You lean your head back against the car, staring up at the sky. It’s still a light and muted grayish-blue, but you can begin to make out the faint glow of stars shining above. 
You rub your palm over your crotch while Billy continues to be elbow deep in the car, just trying to relieve some of the pressure, letting out a shaky sigh at the feeling.
You yank your hand away as Billy speaks up again, shoving it into the pocket of your hoodie.
“Alright—good news, it’s a pretty simple fix. Your batteries corroded as shit. We could try charging it anyways, but odds are it’ll just be a waste of time. Bad news, I don’t have what I need to replace it right now. Earliest I could probably get it fixed would be tomorrow, maybe late afternoon.”
You sigh, letting your head thunk back against the car. The drive across the country had been surprisingly easy up until now, but you knew your luck would run out eventually—not to mention how much this is probably going to cost you. You hope if you can get into his pants he’ll at least give you a bit of a discount.
“I don’t have anywhere to stay,” you murmur, rolling your head along the car to look at him as he settles next to you, his arms crossed. 
He’s replaced the flashlight for a cigarette, cupping his hands around the flame of his lighter. It seems like a safety hazard to do that with arms as oil-stained as his, but you don’t say anything.
He takes a deep drag, letting the smoke puff out through his nose, “you can crash at my place if you want. There’s not gonna be any vacancy around here with July 4th coming up.”
You grin, sliding up close to him until your hips bump, getting him to lock eyes with you.
“How many beds you got?” You ask.
“Just the one,” he shrugs, a small smile on his face, “you can take the couch if you want.”
You chuckle, and he grins in return, a cloud of smoke leaking from between his teeth and up past his head, “yeah, I don’t think so,” you reply, shifting until you’re standing right in front of him, your splayed fingers trailing down his chest to cup at his crotch. You moan performatively at the size of him, glancing up at him through hooded eyelids, “think I want the bed, with you in it.”
He smiles, shark-like and vicious, cigarette still clutched between his teeth, “I think that can be arranged,” he says, voice deep and rumbling, making you shiver. 
He plants a hand on your hip, the other coming up to cup the back of your head as he lets the cigarette fall from his mouth and pulls you into a deep, languid kiss. You part your lips as his tongue swipes your teeth, the wet muscle expertly exploring your mouth as you moan against him.
You grind your palm against his cloth-covered crotch, feeling his cock begin to twitch and thicken underneath your hands. 
He suddenly shoves you back, holding you at arm's length, panting and eyes wild as he watches a car pass by on the main road. 
“Billy?” You urge, hands coming up to gently caress his wrists. His eyes snap back to yours and he frowns.
“Sorry,” he breathes out, letting one of his hands fall away while the other trails down to take a hold of your forearm, “not here, alright?” He murmurs.
You nod, following behind him as he pulls you along to the back of the building. There’s a single car parked back there; a beautiful dark blue Camaro shimmering in the moonlight. You can tell it’s one of the older models from the design, but if you didn’t know any better you’d think it was brand new with how well taken care of it appears.
“Woah,” you push past him, his grip falling from your arm as you approach the car, placing a palm on the hood just to feel the cool metal against your warm skin, “this is dope.”
Billy laughs, pulling a key ring from one of his pockets and swinging it around his fingers, “thanks, kitten.”
You flush at the nickname, moving to get in as Billy climbs into the driver’s side.
The engine purrs and rumbles as it comes to life, your stomach pleasantly dropping. It somehow turns you on more, honestly, your hands sliding between your thighs as you squeeze them tight together.
The two of you drive in silence, the radio turned down low and softly playing on some hair metal station. You glance over at him, taking advantage of how his eyes remain focused on the road. Everything about him is so performatively effortless—how he casually drives with one hand, the relaxed pose he maintains the whole way back to his place, even his curls somehow messy yet perfect. 
You slide your hand under your shorts, toying with your throbbing clit as you stare. He catches the movement out of the corner of his eyes and spares you a quick glance, a self-satisfied smirk on his face as he refocuses on the road.
“Needy little thing,” he murmurs, almost to himself. You whine in agreement, rutting your hips up to grind into your hand, soaking it in sweet and slimy slick that you lick clean from your fingers. 
You wipe the rest of the wetness off on your thigh as he pulls into a lot, parking in front of a two-story apartment complex. You follow him into the building in silence, anticipation building as his keys catch and jingle in the lock. 
As soon as you nudged the door closed behind you he moves into your space, pushing you up against it. You moan against his lips as he starts to kiss you rough and deep—in sharp contrast to the soft, slow kissing from before. He grinds his hips in little circles against you before slotting his leg between your thighs, his hands at your ass squeezing and encouraging you to rut against him.
Billy pulls away once again, this time with a soft sigh. You whine petulantly and grab at his arms, trying to pull him back in.
“Give me like ten minutes to shower,” Billy murmurs, trying to move away from you. 
You tug a little harder until he relents, pulling him flush to your body once again, “no,” you breathe, burying your face into the crook of his neck, lips parted as you inhale and trailing wet and hot across the side of his throat. The bittersweet musk of him mixed with the faint lingering scent of his cologne tingles your nose pleasantly, your cunt pulsing a gush of slick as you contentedly sigh, “‘smell so good like this…”
“F-fuck,” Billy grumbles low in his throat, shoving you back against the door by your hips and dropping to his knees. He manages to pull your shorts and briefs down at the same time, coming face to face with your leaking pussy, your thighs glistening and wet. He pauses for a few tense moments before grunting noncommittedly and delving forward.
You gasp as he wetly slurps and sucks at your cocklet, grazing his teeth ever so slightly along the sensitive skin before moving down to lap over your hole. He moans against you, his own hand shoved past his half-removed coveralls to palm at his cock. 
He presses his tongue into you, licking deep at your walls as you keen, back arching and hips bucking against him, desperately grinding your clit against the small bump of his nose. He trails his hands down to your calves, guiding you to settle your legs on his shoulders, urging you to wrap around his head as he pulls you away from the door.
You yelp, feeling him chuckle against your core as he moves to the side and lowers you to the ground, your back landing surprisingly gentle against the soft, plush rug beneath you. He finally pulls away, the lower half of his face wet with slick and saliva as he lightly pants, looking up at you through half-lidded eyes, a small grin gracing his features. 
He pulls the collar of his shirt up to wipe at his mouth before climbing to hover over you, leaning down to press your lips together. You fumble to undress each other, pulling and tugging at each other’s clothes. You use your foot to push down Billy’s coveralls, gasping as his cock immediately bobs out and slaps wetly against his tummy. The fact he hadn’t had anything on underneath his jumpsuit makes you moan softly, grabbing his hip and pulling him down to grind his dick along your now bare stomach. 
“Need to grab a condom,” Billy murmurs against your lips, breathy and deep.
“Are you clean?” 
“Yeah?” He responds, pulling back to look you in the eyes, the movement of his hips pausing for the moment.
“I am, too. Won’t mind if you wanna skip it, hot stuff,” you smile, trailing a hand up his smooth, golden-tanned torso. 
Billy swallows, seeming to consider, his eyes fluttering shut with a light groan as you pinch and pull at one of his nipples, “can’t you get pregnant?” He sighs out, his hips starting to move in slow little circles again, smearing your stomach in sticky pre.
“N-no,” you provide, “the hormones I’m on, and the birth control… definitely not,” you plant your feet and hitch your hips up, basking in the low moan he lets out as his cock slides between your wet folds. 
“Fuckkk,” he groans. He lets his head fall to your shoulder, arms wrapping around you as he gives a single, harsh thrust, sheathing the entirety of his prick within you with one swift movement. The both of you moan. His cock is so thick, filling you up and stretching your pussy just right. There’s a slight burn but it’s quickly dulled by the pleasure as he starts to pump into you.
“S-so big,” you whimper, your hips rocking down to meet each of his thrusts, “can’t wait for you to come in me, fuck, wanna feel your cock pulse,” you reach a hand up to grip at his curls, pulling his face to yours to kiss him fast and sloppy.
“You’re such a whore,” he laughs into your mouth, moving to suck a bruise just below your jawline. His hips slowly increase in speed and force until he’s pounding into you, inching the both of your bodies further up the rug. His balls slap against your ass, your hole squelching wetly with each thrust, the feeling of his cock shoving into you punching little “ah, ah, ah’s,” out of you with each movement. 
Billy growls low in the back of his throat, teasing his teeth along your throat, “cunt’s so tight, baby,” he groans, moving a hand down between your bodies to thumb at your throbbing clit, “mngh—I’m close.”
You frantically nod in agreement, feeling your release beginning to settle heavy in your stomach as well. Your hips begin to buck and twitch, your moans increasing along with Billy’s own bitten back groans as you clench tight around his cock. 
You cry out as you come, walls squeezing down around Billy as he ruts into you. You’re so caught up in your own bliss, stars behind your eyelids, that you barely register Billy coming as well with a low, bellowing growl as he fills you with his cum, his hips stuttering hard against yours before burying deep within you. 
You blink your eyes open for only a second before letting them flutter shut again as Billy moves to kiss you, lazy and slow, his cock still twitching and kicking inside you as he pumps you full of his load. Your thighs shake with the overstimulation, his own stomach twitching and flinching every time you squeeze down hard on his oversensitive prick. 
The two of you lay together, kissing languidly as you come down from your highs. You can feel Billy soften within you, though neither of you makes any move to have him slip from your wet, hot clutch. He groans and shifts his hips slightly, huffing a soft laugh.
“Think you broke my dick,” he smiles.
“Oh my god, shut up!”
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petterwass · 2 years
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You know, as much as I like, really like Arknights character design, I do wish they would branch out with a couple of more bodyshapes than the current 2(3)they have per gender.
For information, the Arknights bodyshapes are:
Male: Twink, or Hunk (Mountain)
Female: Loli, Thin & Sexy, or Penguin (magallan)
Give us more hunks, some chunky boys and girls and let Hoshi, Murdock and Saria have the broad, muscular shoulders they should have.
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battorlstuff · 3 years
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lordiavoloremade · 3 years
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just gonna do body hqs cause im bored! theyre not rly super diverse but ill explain why in the tags. tw for body image (theres pics of shirtless men in here too if thts triggering) bdd / ed mentions (theyre not in depth but vague)
lucifer - trapezoid. a LIL chunky but not really ( ithink he has bdd so thats why you see him in every outfit all covered up? even his swimsuit he wears a shirt) hes mostly regulated to office work and dealing with his brothers so its not like he has much time to work out (n he seems to be a person who relaxes by quiet time) he is still like. Buff? but lil soft. you get me? im trying to say he has SLIGHTLY an ass. slightly.
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mammon - idfk what shape he is but i know that he is like, inverted triangle ish. very very toned / muscular (we can see he works out keeps up his figure in chats n shit so also beauty standards seem to exist in the devildom too which :,) ) he has small hips, n a toned ass but its not much sorry
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levi - alright listen i know the game says he has abs but i cant believe it. he is a lanky twink. his body is swimmer shaped (very long torso) i mean he is a fucking fish. he is very thin and like seems like the type of person who never gains weight even if their diet is abhorent. i exclusively went to hs with these types of boys and i hate them everyday. definately boney. like he is not the best to snuggle with sorry.
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satan - again similar to lucifer, but hes a bit lighter. think of a jogger / runner body type? i think he prolly goes on light jogs from now and then, so lil toned, but less so than lucifer but were going to give satan the third fattest ass here because he deserves it.
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asmo - oh definately like. asmo has gone through mannnnnnyyy body types. whatever was popular for the time. usually hes on the thinner side but you should see how cute he is chubby! hell show u pics! just ask! slightly toned but not really, but he is REALLY thin. like uh, celebrity level of thin. its probably not the healthiest thing, and i think asmo probably has suffered with bdd and eds at some point in his lifetime, sporadically.
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beel - oh hunk. literally. he isnt as big as diavolo, but he is the second chunkiest. ripped to fuckin shreds my guy. he has a wide figure, but i dont really like the beel = chubby thing given that hes the one thts always eating and ahhhhhh u know? im fat so. he has a basketball players build, very tall, lil chonk, big muscle. second fattest ass here.
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belphie - duh hes not toned. literally mans is sleeping all the time. hes not like fat but he is soft. levi i can MAYBE see being like swimmer toned but belphie i completely refuse to believe he has ANY fucking muscles. like if you do why. boy has the fattest ass. evil men usually have fat asses.
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Shouji Mezo X Reader part 12 Remember
“So who do you want to go with you?” Sero asked. 
“Isn’t it obvious?” She smirked. “Satou, could you accompany me to the store?” She bowed. 
“Me? Obvious?” Satou was confused all around
“Yeah you look cool.” She told him. “Gotta surround myself with hunks just in case if I see anyone I know. Makes me look cool, like a celebrity with body guards.” 
“Well who's your other choice?” Mina asked. 
 There was an obvious choice. But she had to play it off cool.
“Shouji you can come if you want.” She tried being nonchalant. 
Shouji was on his phone, but he was listening. He knew he would be picked. The choice of Satou was surprising, but it was becoming clear. Y/n figured he would want to go, since he was always playing the hero.
“I guess.” touche.
“Now that I have my gang, I got to make myself look cool.” Y/n said doing a twirl.
“That’ll take a million years!” Bakugo yelled.
“I’ll kill you.” Y/n growled at him.
“I gotta change actually.” Satou said. 
Y/n waited outside for the two guys. Satou just wore a t-shirt and jeans. But Shouji’s look got a bigger reaction. 
“Cameo pants! What are you trying to do?Go hunting?” Y/n yelled.
“They’re my casual pants.”
“There’s nothing casual about hunting, Shouji.” Y/n said. “I thought maybe you guys could wear some chunky rings or something, something that says you’d beat any punk coming at me.”
Y/n didn’t let them in her room as she changed. She came out in a shocking look. It wasn't just going out to the store. It was a pale blue slip dress with a big fuzzy pink jacket. Not only did she wear high white boots, but also huge sunglasses, at sun set. It was obnoxious. 
“Here, I have some manly sunglasses.” Y/n offered two more pairs.
“I don’t need that.” Shouji said.
“What’s with the outfit?” Satou asked
 Was something up?
“I haven’t been in public in weeks, I’m no longer wasting my time with boring outfits. I’m a star with a cool closet that must be seen.” She told them. “C’mon can’t we look like a cool band or something cool.”
They didn’t accept the glasses, but Y/n didn’t press them. They walked to the store. Shouji knew the girl's mind was still clouded with whatever the phone call was about.
“Satou, you’re quiet. Learn anything cool today?” Y/n asked.
“I- I guess, what about you-” Satou asked.
“I learned that Shouji Mezo is an eavesdropper and does NOT mind his own business.” Y/n said. “Why are you so nervous? Am I really this big scary demon of the UA campus?”
A small smile crept under Shouji’s mask. So she would tease him, an interesting thought.
“I’m not the best at talking to girls.” Satou confessed.
“Why? Are you bad at flirting? You got big lips.” Y/n asked
That smile got pulled a little bit.
“What does that have to do with anything?” Satou asked.
“No one wants to make out either small lips, Satou. Too thin and it’s like making out with plastic wrap.” She explained. “I’m sure someone would make out with you, there’s enough to grab on to.”
“How do you know that?” Satou was shocked. 
“I’m good at listening-“
“Eavesdropping.”  Shouji corrected. 
“I know what’s good, okay. Besides why are you bad at talking to girls? You think I’m an alien?” She asked Satou.
“No-no nothing like that. I just get nervous. Not just with the idea of flirting” Satou said.
“What are you gonna do when you have to rescue a woman? You’ll have to ask questions, like oh my god how hurt are you?” Y/n said. “And what if she’s just so gosh darn beautiful with blood shooting out of her eyes?”
Satou didn’t like how detailed she was going and the. Thought of a perfect topic changed.
“What do you want us to call you? Since your name isn’t Velia but (last name). I feel like if we call you (last name) I’m calling you by your mom or dad’s name.” Satou asked.
“(First name) is fine. There’s no huge reason to be formal with me.” She was quick to say.
“Are you sure?” 
“Yeah, I like my name and others should say it. I am a gosh darn star, Satou” Y/n said.
 Y/n got quiet as they entered the store. She was on a mission. The group got stares, but people didn’t know who to look at. The overdressed brat, the land octopus and the real sugar beefcake was quit the crew. Whispers of “is she a celebrity, do I just not recognize her?” Were heard. Then some kid had the gall to ask for a picture. Y/n did agree and the parent took it. “Did you know her” “no, but I don’t want to miss my chance just in case she is.” Satou watched what she picked out. Baking soda, lemon juice, sugar, and honey. She was still looking, but he thought he figured her out.
“Are you trying to bake something for the class?” Satou asked.
“No, but you’ll see.” Y/n said.
“Oh my god is that Y/n!” A woman’s voice called.
 Shouji and Satou both became on alert. Was this an escape route? She picked a perfect duo if she wanted to escape since they were both close combat types, bulky and strong, but not the fastest. The teen was blond and also was wearing a ridiculous outfit to the grocery store. It was white romper. Her hair was done in a complicated fancy fashion. She was a bit taller than Y/n. Y/‘n’s eyes said she knew they girl, but neither boy could read the emotion. 
“Oh my god, Brittany.” Y/n shimmied her shoulders. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh you know to get food for my healthy complex diet that keeps me looking like a goddess model. What about you? You haven’t been posting on social media and I heard some of our friends could no longer reach you? What is up with that?” Brittany asked. 
“I’m doing a cleanse for my mind. You’re working on your body and I gotta dig a little deeper for my own self-improvement.” Y/n said one upping her assumed friend or enemy.
Were they competing for something? The comment y/n made clearly pissed off Brittany, but she remained composed.
“We just haven’t seen you in so long, I was gonna try and get the gang back together, you know a  nice meet little get together.” The girl said. “I don’t know how much you’ll have to say though since you’re just doing online classes, I bet there are no juicy stories.”
Was she not going to acknowledge the two tall muscular guys?
“Well if you need to contact me, you can call the U.A. offices. They’ll let me know.”
Brittany’s eyes shot open. 
“I was gonna say these two guys do look familiar? What are you doing at U.A.?”
Y/n was about to say she’s a teaching aid but then it was gonna look weird to hang out with students after class. 
“Oh you know.”
“I don’t.” Brittany was quick to say.
“Well I can’t just tell you, you either get it or you don’t, Brittany.”
 Brittany looked at the two boys, they felt the daggers shooting out of her eyes, but it seemed she didn’t know how to counter Y/n’s comment. 
“Are you still-“ Brittany’s hands went to the fabric of Y/n’s dress, sliding it up her leg. “-bruising easily-“
“Hey!” Y/n growled as she smacked her hand away. 
 It was an uncomfortable moment, but Y/n started laughing it off. 
“I was only checking, I remember back in middle school you would bruise so much. You wouldn’t want these two fellas to be in charge of body inspection control. It’s indecent.” Brittany said. 
Shouji couldn’t watch this shit show anymore. 
“We should get going.” Shouji said, hoping to change the scenery.
“Oh is there something special you have to do? Either of you didn’t make it to the final round of the sports festival, I thought they would just like expel you.”
She avoided talking to them this long and now that they said something she was ready to fight. What was she gaining from this?
“No. They don’t”. Shouji said. 
“My body guards are right though, we do need to get going, Brittany. I will be waiting for your call and maybe we’ll do a sweet little brunch.” Y/n said.
Brittany smiled and the two girls hugged. Then they kissed each other on both cheeks like this was France. They thought the two girls hated each other. After checking out, one of them decided to speak .
“So was like your friend?” Satou asked.
“My best from  middle school.” Y/n explained. “I hate and love her. We’re the only two to keep up with each other.”
“You’re kinda like Bakugo and Deku.” Satou said. 
“You’re always telling Bakugo to let off too.” Shouji added. 
“That’s because Midoriya isn’t asking for it or deserves it. Brittany and I’s rivalry all started when our parents said we should be like the other and then we both started acting out, and on a mutual agreement we are mean to each other because we can handle it.” Y/n explained. “I have not see any documentation where both Bakugo and Beefcake have fully agreed to mutual rivalry.”
“Do you two have that, for real?” Satou asked.
“Yeah, on Instagram. We both use to vote each other for hottest mess for our school page.”
“Why was she checking out your leg?” Shouji asked. 
“Cause she can’t keep a fucking secret.” Y/n said harshly
They started walking back to the dorms. Y/n did get some food for herself that she ate on the way back. Shouji and Satou carried some of her bags, they had the arms for it. At the cross walk, Y/n looked one way and began to go. She didn’t hear the electric car coming from the direction she didn’t check. She heard the groceries being dropped and then felt the arm pull her back. Her back was pressed against Shouji’s strong chest. She felt his heart beating fast. The car kept going as it would have hit her. Though she was safe Shouji still had her. She looked up at him a little shocked. Was it the saving? Was it the fact she didn’t notice the car that was gonna hit her? It was a new feeling. He was looking straight back into her eyes registering what he did. 
 Satou hated this feeling. Third wheeling. He bent down and picked up the groceries Shouji dropped, luckily the items remained in the bags. 
“You should really look both ways.” Satou broke the moment as he picked up the fallen goods.
The duo came back to reality and Shouji set Y/n down. There was a war of emotions Y/n was feeling. Embarrassed, she needed to be saved! All this hard work to show she wasn’t this weak dying child and now no one has to worry about her quirk killing her, bad luck and irresponsibility will! But it was nice, it was really nice. He’s a wannabe hero so of course he’d save her and prove himself that he would do the right thing in a snap second decision. But it was still nice. It was nice not being splattered on the road. 
“That was on me.” She said finally. 
The mood was changed. Shouji and Y/n were quiet thinking about what had just happened, and Satou didn’t want to talk about it knowing it would only make it more awkward. It felt like Y/n’s lungs were gonna get jet packs and burst in opposite directions. Her stomach was a tangled mess, the more she couldn’t understand her feelings the more she felt overwhelmed. The two guys walked Y/n to her dorm. 
“You good from here?” Satou asked. 
“Actually I’m gonna stop at your dorm again, Satou can you stay behind actually and help me put away groceries?” 
“You don’t need my help?” Shouji asked. 
“Don’t worry, we won’t talk bad about you.”
“Okay.”
 Shouji left and Y/n waited for him to be completely before she talked out loud. Satou helped put food away.
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hoehoeyeah · 5 years
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Playing with 8 Inches
I had been bombarded with a slew of unsolicited body and dick pics from a random Indian guy on Grindr, not once but several times over the course of a few months. He was in good shape and obviously had been hitting the gym often. Although he didn’t have defined chest or abs, the overall toned appearance added to his hyper-masculinity. His hard dick was thick and long, easily seven inches if not eight (I guessed). Someone like him was way out of my league, and I felt threatened. I felt like a prey about to be eaten by a predator, so I played it safe and always ignored him. How wrong my first impressions were, now that I’ve met and known him better.
I had a day off from work to settle some things before a long weekend. My Grindr had been pinging madly since morning but I hadn’t had the opportunity to check those messages till lunch time. There he was again, sending me pics of himself (per my request on my profile). He gave his name as Sunny. The other guys were either not my type, or were blank profiles. Thinking that I should give Sunny a chance, I replied him.
“Hey. Thank you for showing me your pics. You look really good.”
“You too. Mind showing me a face pic?”
Back and forth we messaged one another, trading pictures and exchanging information on our likes/dislikes, our jobs, our life etc. My perceptions of Sunny improved steadily by the minute. He wasn’t a shallow brute down for a quick fuck. He tried to learn more about my tastes, experiences and boundaries (unlike some guys who kept pestering me for sex without actually making an effort to know me).
“I really like chatting with you. Can’t meet today, have some unfinished business.”
“It’s okay. Can I get your number?”
“Sure thing.”
We exchanged our contacts and continued chatting on Whatsapp. Things got steamier there, if you get my drift. ;)
One afternoon I found myself being escorted up to Sunny’s apartment. Seeing Sunny in person made me cock strain. He had just gotten off his shift, and was woken up by my call. Despite his lack of sleep, he looked cheerful to finally meet me. We passed by a few other residents of the building on our way up, but he was not one bit shied off being seen together with me. I admire him for that, and I found myself liking him more.
The first thing Sunny did after letting me into his apartment was to duck inside his bathroom. From the sounds of it, he was brushing his teeth. Impression points just got up!
I walked past a dining table piled high with hefty medical books and workout supplements. He’s a doctor, I thought, and a gym rat. The doors to the balcony were open, so I went out to get some fresh air. My bulge was getting more prominent and there was nothing I could do to hide it when Sunny joined me on the balcony.
Sunny looked around with a serious face. Living on a higher floor meant that no one would look in on us, unless there was a bird or a drone. Satisfied, he stopped inspecting and started closing in on me. His white singlet contrasted with his dark brown defined arms and black curly chest air poking out of the thin fabric. His nipples were somewhat visible. I looked down and saw that his black nylon shorts were tenting as well. He gave me a mischievous smile.
I smiled back and winked at him, then pulled him into a hug. Our hard cocks were grinding against each other and we both moaned softly on that balcony. Feeling rather daring, I brought my face close to his. Our noses touched and I could smell his minty breath. I opened my mouth for a kiss, and he kissed me back with a force, summoning all his passion into it. My hands ran down his sculpted back then groped his hardened glutes. His hands did the same to me. Our fires were ignited, and he led me away from the balcony, through his living room, to his bedroom.
The door was barely shut behind us when Sunny loosened my shorts and groped me through my underwear. My dick was stiffening to full mast by now, and I drew his shorts down to reveal his 8-incher. It was half-hard, heavy and long, the biggest I’ve ever encountered. Sunny caressed my arms and back while I slowly jerked him off with one hand and cupped his giant balls with the other.
“You like it?” he asked, in a hungry whisper.
“Very much. How long is it?” I asked, admiring its thick and rubbery feel.
“Eight inches,” he stated matter-of-factly.
We quickly undressed. Sunny lay on his bed then pulled me in to join him. I folded my legs and straddled him, watching him masturbate himself with his eyes half-closed. My fingers reached for his nipples. I kneaded those ample, hairy pecs and tweaked the dark nubs till they hardened. Feeling naughty, I bent my mouth close to a nipple and bit it. Sunny gave a grunt and continued stroking himself.
I licked the area surrounding the nipple in gentle circles, then I latched on the entire nipple and sucked it as hard as I could. That drew a series of gasps from the muscular hunk underneath me. I chuckled. He was squirming from my attacks but he didn’t stop me.
I moved further up and kissed him again. His stubble was rubbing against my skin as our tongues swirled in our combined saliva. He tasted fresh and minty. I could tell he was very much into kissing as his eyes were rolled up and revealed some white. He moaned softly, much like how a contented kitten purrs. I combed my fingers through his short curly hair, then broke away from his mouth to rain gentle kisses on his neck, cheeks and nose. Sunny looked like he could use some loving. Who knows how long since someone last kissed him like this.
Sunny gestured for me to move aside, and he made some space for me to lie beside him on that small bed. There was something intimate about sharing a bed and masturbating side-by-side with a hot geeky hunk. I was suddenly reminded of Moonlight. Sunny wrapped a thick arm around my shoulders, and I threaded my hand underneath his armpit to play with his left nipple. He turned his head towards me, and knowing what he craved, I kissed him yet again. My hand was busy stroking my own meat.
“Can I suck your dick?” I asked him, after what seemed like an eternity of kissing.
“Sure. Are you close?”
“Not there yet.”
Sunny folded his hands behind his head, showing off his hairy pits, huge arms and chunky torso. I glided down till I was facing his 8-inch schlong. It was dark and glistening with pre-cum, uniformly thick all around. I held it by the base and took a deep breath before plunging my way down the pole. About halfway through, the bulbous head hit the back of my throat in a sweet way. I didn’t gag when I slurped on that rod a few times, wetting it with my saliva. I couldn’t go all the way without choking myself, so I didn’t risk it.
Sunny closed his eyes and furrowed his brows, sighing in pleasure. His fingers were squeezing his nipples and his hips shoved up to fuck my mouth. My hands kneaded his thick hairy thighs and my mouth worked on his cock, surprised that I managed to repress my gag reflex.
“I’m close,” he growled and moved me away in warning.
I straddled him again and jacked my dick off furiously to match his speed. With a bellow, he spurted a tiny amount of cum on his belly. Sighing in release, I shot my load at where his cum landed.
“That’s hot,” Sunny said, rubbing our cum together in a white spread.
“Yeah.” I smiled at him.
“Wanna have a coffee? I have this strong blend that you must try.”
“Sure.”
We rinsed off our sweat and cum in the shower, then Sunny made me a cup of espresso. He actually remembered that I love coffee - what a great host! 
Later in the evening, Sunny walked me to my car and waved me off. I drove away looking at his smiling face in the rearview mirror. My heart fluttered with joy.
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gelana78 · 5 years
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I make an amazing cheater “scratch” meat sauce. A sugo my Nano would be almost proud of.
The key is two kinds of meat. If you want to go authentic Italian grandpa style you need to dig out the half a pork chop (and bone!) and the last beef rib from three days ago. Alternately slightly freezer burned hamburger and the two halves of sausage links from last weekends Italian sausage and sautéed onion and pepper sandwiches.
The cheat is I start with Trader Joe’s basic cheap marinara. It’s either $1.39 or $1.99 for a good sized jar. But my parents always used cans of chopped tomatoes and packaged knorr spice mixes so I say it’s an acceptable modernization.
Spoonie Cheater Italian Grandparent Sugo
Rough ingredient list:
1lb whatever beef you can afford (cheaper is more Italian grandparent authentic)
1lb whatever pork product you wanna use
I’m an uncouth heathen and hate the anise in tradish Italian sausage. So I use plain ground pork. The only way this is ok with my dead grandparents is because I can argue that it’s cheaper.
(I can hear my Nana, “Julie, she’s right, and besides Old Man Charamonte’s kids didn’t keep the shop open. My Nano shakes his gnarled-assed fist in the air and makes a fed up noise.)
2 cans or tubes or tomato paste - that’s the shit that makes it rich and thick
2 jars of sauce of choice depending on your palette (tjs plain marinara is closest vegetarian sauce to my grandparents meat sauce)
One bag precut mushrooms
One bag precut onions (or mirapoix)
Cheap wine (red gives me a headache so I use white)
Garlic to taste but you won’t even taste it if you use less that four cloves for this much
Spices?
Vehicle for sauce: regular or gf pasta, a baked potato, a thick slice of sourdough bread smeared with butter, a spoon
In a big assed pot, (min 6 quart)
Slosh in some olive oil, and
Dump in bags of onions and mushrooms
Stir over low heat
Set alarm and stir every 5-8 minutes
As the water in veggies cooks off add wine or broth or both, the key is low and slow
When you are happy with the “fuck yes”-ed-ness of the aromatics toss in the meat and stir as it cooks until the crumbles are to the size you want.
(I found it easier to manage to cook one pound of meat on pot with aromatics and one pound in separate frying pan until mostly done and then combined into pot.)
Peel garlic and smash each clove whole with flat of knife and toss in.
When you smell the garlic cooking dump in the tomato paste, stir until you can smell the tomato paste cooking.
Thin out with broth or wine and stir until paste dissolves, dump in jarred sauce, and some liquid (broth, wine, and or water) to bring it to a soupy consistency.
Turn up to medium until it comes to a boil and then the second trick, turn down to low and let it cook for minimally three hours, four to six is preferred. Cook it down to spitting lava, then liquify with more water, wine, and broth, and cook down again. Repeat at least once.
Key is set the fucking timer and restart it every time.
Stir every 8 minutes before adding marinara, then every 15 minutes. Burnt on the bottom is not a good flavor. (If it happens DONT STIR THE BURNT -borrow another big pot from your neighbor or a giant mixing bowl and pour the sauce into it, that is the salvageable sauce that will probably just have a bit of a smoky tang. Wash the burnt shit until pot is clean and continue sauce cook-off.)
Test sauce throughout cooking process with appropriate vehicle. Hunks of sourdough bread are preferred if you can eat the gluten.
Once cooked for the appropriate 3-6 hours, let your sauce cool. If I started it too late in the day, I literally put the hot pot in the fridge on top of heat safe trivets. Spoon cold chunky sauce into freezer safe ziplocks or if you are my Nano, ice cube trays and then ziplocks. I only fill it a third of the way and squeeze out the air. That is my perfect dinner for two size. (Or big dinner for one.) Lay bag flat to freeze, and be stoked every one of the times all you have to do when you get home is boil noodles and soak a bag in hot tap water to enjoy a bombass authentic Italian grandparent meal.
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stevita · 6 years
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Anyway I think @secret-diary-of-an-fa has a great point about those men who are upset by or in denial of the existence of (male) fat admirers. Personally, as an FFA I rarely get any heat from (straight) women who find out I'm an FFA--not even from women who I know are fatphobic! Now, the feeder thing, that's a little different. I get accused of "actively killing my partners" from people all over the gender spectrum when they hear about the weight gain kink, but that sounds like my accusers' problem, to me.
But 9 out of 10 civilian women who find out I'm attracted to fat guys are suddenly elated to know me. They're lining up to enlist me as their wing woman so they can hit on ripped guys when we go out and offer me up to all the sexy chunky hunks. A lot of these women don't understand me, and some of them look on me with laughter or astoundment as if I'm a circus freak, but I've never had a woman react to my preference by feeling like she was being threatened. We don't really have those chest-beating contests of machismo amongst ourselves.
I'm not trying to say that women aren't competitive or catty, because we totally can be. But I guess objectifying men and thinking of them as extensions of our own self worth isn't really burned into the culture the way men's objectification of women is.
That said, I do get entire hurricanes of stupid from a good handful of (thin) men who learn I'm not sexually available to them--even if they're not attracted to me in the first place! They're just mad when a woman--any woman--has a type that they don't fit, because now they've lost the ability to say, "Well, I could have banged her if I wanted to!"
And I can't believe I'm having to qualify this, but no, I am not talking about all men. I'm friends with several (thin) men who aren't offended by my preferences at all and are happy to know me as a friend.
But if you're a dude and you read this whole post and you're mad now, I'm probably talking about you.
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spiralstitched · 6 years
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Flagstaff, Arizona.
Claudia crouches on the front porch.
The wood is wet, dampened after a bout of devil rain, roiling waves of thunder and lightning that crackled across town, leaving wildlife’s fur on end and fingers sparking at the slightest brush of metal. She stares intently, unblinkingly. She reaches out hesitantly, slowly- towards the empty plate.
The porcelain is mostly clean, though it looks as if someone’s been lapping off of it: a long smudge on the brim and a couple of crumbs on the steps. Some are squashed, others conspicuously missing. She figures they must have been carried away by the ants, or perhaps the birds. A sprig of rosemary, (that’s for remembrance,) lies spat out on the deck, a little frayed, a little worse for wear. The air smells like ozone: burning the inside of her nose, and she sneezes, hard. Claudia takes in the detailing of the plate, eyes a hairline scrape into the top enamel. Whatever ate from the plate had sharp teeth.
Usually, it’s a morning task to empty out the little dish of milk, (which has never gone curdled in the years since she’s made it a habit to offer, which is probably a sign of regard from the piskies,) into the little composting bin for the tender roses who need cracked eggshells and blood meal mixed into their roots. They’re her mother’s pet projects, her darling babies. Claudia figures she’s mostly alright with that- as long as she isn’t the one being made out to be her mum’s dear little lassie. She’s also usually responsible for crumbling up the stale bread to feed the little birds that hop along the edges of their property: shaggy blackbirds that look more like small dogs than large birds. Sometimes they squawk at her. One of them is named Spot: he has a brilliant tuft of white on his foot. Spot loves to hop up onto her shoes, and has let her hold him once or twice on her arm: it’s a good thing to see a familiar face in a new city. Usually the birds keep their distance, and Claudia will have her own breakfast while watching from the respectful perch of the porch. She’ll eat a toasted sandwich, usually, and bemuse herself with comparisons drawn between their meals. The birds’ bread is cakey, and they peck industriously at the coarse grains: she hasn’t quite gotten used to baking in the desert. The humidity is off, especially when stormfronts sweep through. Whipping meringues seems like a dream of yesterday, she can never get the stiff white peaks to form properly. Even after they’ve had their fill, spreading wingspans to wheel around in the desert like ominous little blots, the birds are messy eaters. They don’t tend to finish off the whole round of bread, which is only about the size of her palm. At least one or two hunks are usually left, stamped on with the impression of small talons, or bashed in half where a little inquisitive head landed. So it wasn’t the birds: their tongues wouldn’t match the large slobbery streak on its surface anyways. And as far as she can tell, Flagstaff, Arizona doesn’t seem to have a bustling stray cat and dog population, or at least none bold enough to try to hang out near the Victorian mansion. It’s an odd character in the bright, busy landscape: not nearly as odd as it would’ve been in New York City, though.
Today something else - she scours the mud, no tiny hardened raccoon paw prints, little dexterous fingers flexed into the baked earth - has taken her offerings: a bowl of honeyed milk, and a little loaf of home baked bread, meant to appease whatever it was that lurked on the edges of the forest. Her stomach churns, and she sits, propping her face up with both hands balled into fists in too big overalls.
What to do?
She’ll have to break out the pickling salt cans again, slit open the hula hoops, and resin seal them. She’ll have to crystallize ropes in salt, growing chunky crystals on the bed of fibres, and then seal them in a flexible glue. Bless the corners of the house, shoo out anything that might be lingering in the eaves. Leave water running. Close any circles old inhabitants, (who were related to her through blood, which means more than anyone’s fair share of shenanigans, probably) might have left behind. Ask things to leave, politely, but firmly. Crawl under the house’s whistling gap to wash away any sigils of ill intent with salt impregnated water and a cloth to be burnt afterwards. Essential oils (canine friendly, of course) need to be loaded up into the diffuser. There’s mirrors to glaze over with a crust of seasalt, then tuck away under tightly fitted wax cloth, worn thin symbols stitched in years ago, reinforced with loops of red thread. Line entryways with warding flowers, salted lines, tallow fat and ashes rubbed against the perimeter. Tuck twigs of yew and rowan wherever they are fit, sleep with St John’s and amaranth nearby. Put her bracelets of black tourmaline on again. Leave rice around, then clean it up and dispose of it. Ask Father Johnathan for some holy water- just to have on standby.
Claudia makes a mental checklist of herbs to buy, things to pick from her discreet little patch of claimed land in the woods, woods to burn. She has enough chalk, at least: and protective metals at standby, the thin silver chain holding her adderstone suddenly cool against her neck.
It doesn’t make sense. She knows how to dance around the silvery lines that Theodore swears are just glimmers of water on supersaturated land, how to weave around them without stepping onto them, how to respectfully pass by little mushroom circles or bowered trees, diamonded roots crisscrossing the ground like cobblestone. She knows the rules: don’t give them your real name, don’t tell them which eye you can see them out of or they’ll poke it right out, and never take anything offered, nor thank them for it in such a way as to endebt yourself. 
She’s even practiced that last part with Theodore, whose face crinkles with amusement at typical ‘baby sister antics,’ though he’s more than happy to indulge in her “juvenile lawyerin’” as he puts it. Claudia has always been ineffably polite to the good gentlemen, but even more so in a desert climate: the ground isn’t nearly porous enough to be bogged down with water, no matter what her brother insists with a touch of put upon practicality. Still, despite these precautions, it seems as if they’ve decided to pay her a visit after all: to collect their due sums, perhaps- or to make themselves known.
Maybe this little tourist town will be more interesting than it initially seemed after all.
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