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ment-llyunstable · 2 months

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Sugar on the Cream!

Alastor x Reader Synopsis: Alastor found out about your powers and decided to take matters into his own hands to reestablish who's in charge at this hotel and that he was perfectly capable of destroying you. A warning to not try any funny business, though who's to say he didn't find the threat of you being more powerful absolutely enticing. Themes: +18, Slight Dubious Consent, Bondage, Breeding Kink, A/B/O Dynamics, Dominant Alpha Alastor, Alastor feeling threatened, Reader with Deal Breaking ability, AFAB Chubby Reader, G/N Omega Reader, Black Bear Reader, Cervix Penetration, Stomach Bulge, Knotting Word Count: 4,195

A/N: Not beta read!! Also, I know Alastor is canonically aro/ace. As someone who is aro/ace, I enjoy the representation. This is fiction for funsies. Being aro/ace doesn't mean you can't have sexual relations or romantic ones. Respectfully, we should recognize we all ship characters with whatever sexuality is canon, with the opposite of that canon. Like Hob Gadling x Dream of the Endless. Canonically, Dream has only ever been with women, he had a wife, etc. Like, let's not try and pretend we don't disrespect canons all the time and stop trying to be 'allies' or 'heroes'. It's fiction. It's not the Hat fic and writing like this isn't invalidating aro/ace ppl in any way imo. If it was, we could say all the Bakugou x Deku shit is invalidating the obvious crush Deku has on Ochako so we should all stop then, huh? Naw. My opinion so whatever. Anyway, hope you enjoy! Let me know if I should continue. Got a few ideas for this. but nothing concrete.

"𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄'𝙢 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙨 𝙦𝙪𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙪𝙣. 𝙊𝙝, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙣!"

You weren’t sure how you got yourself into this situation. Well, you knew how, but to have the Radio Demon with his full attention on you, hand down your pants with fingers teasing and coaxing blood to the tiny nub of pleasure to life, was something you’d never thought would or could happen. You’d even witness him actively avoiding all physical contact around the others and keeping a distance between them at all times. You’d only ever seen Nifty be the only one who could lay a hand on him without him looking like he was repulsed behind gritted teeth.

You thought he was just annoyed by you as a person, but the dots slowly clicked as your mind raced to think of what could have possibly required him to want to entertain you in this way. The only thing you could think of was the Radio demon had heard you expressing your powers, in private, to Charlie. You knew it had been best to do so alone, not wanting to become a pawn to any prying ears, especially as an unclaimed omega. You didn’t think your powers would’ve been one to issue such a strong, sexual response from the demon whom you’d heard wasn’t interested in such flights of fancy. Plus, it wasn’t like you knew really how to use it as well and it wasn’t like you had been the nicest smelling omega around. You had only been staying at the hotel at most about four months, only discovering it after the whole fight the hotel had against Heaven.

Alastor’s claws must’ve been retractable, the digits were meticulously placed with firm pressure, switching between circling and up-and-down motion on your throbbing button. He leniently alternated to stroking around the bud and a bit down, not quite to your entrance, but in an attentive manner to figure out what you fancied. You could hear soft jazz in the background. You’d been placed upon his lap, facing away from him with both of your thighs on each side of his, those long legs of his making it difficult to try and close yours. You were trapped in the spot by onyx tentacles; one wrapped around each calf and a thicker one that squished into your plush stomach. Alastor’s free arm was wrapped-up around your upper torso, his large hand grasping your neck as if to dare you to try and escape. Your scent was rising in the air, the smell of chamomile, frankincense and sandalwood clouded the room. It was tainted with the sweetness of arousal, usually a more subtle scent combination for an omega but you’d never heard any complaints. For Alastor though, it was overbearing on his senses - it had reminded him too much of his human life and now to have it unfiltered between you was near deadly. Oh, how it fueled a fire you didn’t even know was there. Sure, you could appreciate the handsome, charming demeanor that was inherently Alastor, though his off-putting behavior and remarks had been enough to warrant a bit of distance. You were just at the hotel to help sinners and by the sounds of Alastor’s cackling of others pain, you could grasp easily you were not on the same page. There had been no need to engage besides pleasantries and his passive, condescending mannerisms was a deterrent.

But, here you were with your pussy being flirted with by someone who you should be absolutely terrified of. However, you weren’t though, you weren’t dumb enough to not be cautious. If you were correct on your assumption, you knew you held a sort of bargaining chip he wanted, which had been the initial interest in you. You had been unsure if his intentions had been only business, nevertheless this event was telling more had been involved and brewing in Alastor’s head. This situation wasn’t supposed to be happening to begin with. He’d tempted you into a simple chat in his radio tower, only to corner you like this. If anything, you’d hoped he would have fessed up and tried to make amendments for his strange and creepy stalking behaviors. You knew he wouldn’t apologize for the added passive aggressiveness he displayed when having to interact with you so that was out of the question.

“Do you think you can get in the way of my charity project here? Do you think you have the right to threaten me?”

Alastor asked this, his radio filtered voice animated and joyful though it covered obvious annoyance.

The pressure of two of his fingers were becoming more intense as he sped up. A warm tingle spread like wildfire from your fingertips to your toes, igniting every nerve ending in a fiery blaze. Your heart raced in your chest, a primal drumbeat of desire that pulsed through your veins with a delicious urgency. You couldn’t stop the gentle, breathy pants that escaped your parted lips, hips twitching. You could feel the gentle caressing of his breath on top of your head and forehead, his lithe body being much taller and bigger than your plump, small one, so he had to crouch over your form. He was watching you with zealous eyes and a fervid smile.

“N-No, of course not. That’s not why I came to the hotel, Alastor. I wa… I wanted to help Charlie.”

You weren’t lying. Your ability came with smaller powers that were much more laidback than breaking soul deals. Sure, you had a few souls under your belt from when you’d first arrived in hell and unleashed your Justice upon one unlucky demon who you saw treat those who he owned unfairly and abusively. It had been the leader of a small gang that had been trying to establish a selling ground and you'd walked by to see the leader beating on a smaller demon who was desperately trying to explain that they'd gotten robbed. The anger you’d felt came out and it unleashed your wrath, a manifestation of a sword that cut through the chains. Those poor souls you set free gave you theirs as payment, seeing you’d never do such harm to them like that, that they could be free and never scared into having to sell their soul again to some awful sinner. You made sure they never told anyone of your powers and that they could have their freedom without you dictating or needing them. Your secret was safe. You had learned enough in your time in Hell to know how a sinner became an Overlord and the politics around it. That just wasn't your cup of tea. Nonetheless, you had the additional ability to manipulate auras though you’d only ever used it to calm potential attackers or anyone around you upset. It wasn’t anything too fancy or showy, but it had helped you more times than you could count. Considering yourself and other sinners, a calming energy would be helpful amongst the traumatized. You’d hoped Charlie would be able to use it when it came to her vision of redemption. To establish a safe place to heal, whether it turned to being able to redeem oneself or for just a healing journey. Dying and arriving in Hell was another round of trauma, it didn't hurt to try and work on healing.

Your gaze was all over the place despite wanting to look down to watch his hand in your pants but his grasp upon your neck prohibited in viewing such activities. You didn’t have enough focus to try and calm the radio demon but at this point, you didn’t think your manipulation to his aura would do anything. You hadn’t dared tried it since arriving and since he was already so worked up, it probably wouldn’t do much to deter him from his mission. The static radiating from his body penetrated yours, dancing amongst your skin in light prickles that had your little fuzzy ears cocked forward to listen.

“Oh, dearest. This is my entertainment. Not yours. I don’t enjoy thinking you may try to interfere or overthrow me — I advise you to not attempt your silly little powers on me.”

The grip on your neck tightened, his fingers picking up pace having already started feeling the wetness seep from you. Your arousal and exquisite pheromones were greedily inhaled by the cannibal, to savor the suggestion of a body ready for seed taking. It was a new urge for the radio demon to mark you with his seed, his scent and to taint you in such a ferocious manner.

“My, my. How darling of you to be so quiet and submissive now. Are you frightened?”

Alastor chuckled cheekily, the rumbling in his chest vibrated against your back. You honestly couldn’t care less about what he said, too focused on the quickening ministrations forced upon your now swollen clit. His own scent was filling the air, hitting your nostrils in gentle waves. He smelled of petrichor, the soothing scent before the rain hit the Earth. It was almost ironic.

Your breathing was shortening, the pleasure building with your lower muscles tightening. You weren’t scared at this point, especially feeling his hard dick pressed to your backside and his own arousal contaminating his natural scent.

“Alastor— W-Wait, wait wait-…” Your face flushed with color, you closed your eyes trying to hold back your impending orgasm.

The male hummed, though didn’t stop his fingers as a black tendril slid its way from his side and down your trousers. The pointed appendage slid between your folds, teasing at your entrance.

“I’m afraid there’s no waiting for you, my sweet. Now… cum for me.”

He sounded humored at first, voice dropping an octave as he demanded you to reach your peak. As he said it, his tentacle shoved its way into your cunt, stretching and burying itself deep inside. That pushed you over the edge, the way the tentacle had pushed up against your cervix and caused you to come immediately. Your back arched, pressing back into him with eyes closed tightly and moan muffled by your own stubbornness with a bitten lip and flattened ears. Your cunt squeezed at the tentacle, earning attention from it by starting to move in and out of you with determination. The appendage fucked you through it, the high of your release trying to pass but instead once your cunt was fucked through your first orgasm, there was no stopping the tentacle from sending you straight into another. The second ripped through your body fast and harsh, the wetness audible to both of your ears. Your voice cut through the static with a sudden high-pitched moan, your thigh muscles quaking as you pressed your hips down against his. Alastor paid no mind to your squirming body in his lap, only removing the inky, wet tendril from your hole after your petite form relaxed, twitching from overstimulation.

You were a complete mess at this point; face heated crimson with a light shine of sweat, bottom lip swollen from where you’d fought to keep yourself quiet, eyes half open and dazed. Alastor felt absolutely, utterly depraved seeing you like this. He could see you as equal to or more powerful than him - a righteous and conscientious mess. Never would he think someone so obviously pathetic would have such a power thus a power over him. He wanted you in more ways than one; to own you, to control you, and maybe to let you do the same with him. You’d be the only one who he could judge as worthy of such a thing, outright knowing you’d never give your soul to him.

His hand on your throat released, clawed fingers slid down to the pants you wore and ripped through them easily. Underwear was shredded too, your wet and puffy cunt exposed to the cool air. You glanced down through blurry eyes, to the sight of Alastor using both hands now to grip onto your thighs.

"What a performance! I'd say you deserve a reward for such a treat."

The deer demon used a shadowy tentacle to pull his cock out from between you both, the heavy shaft slapping up against your drenched slit. You jerked at the touch, still trying to catch your breath as you saw the tip of his cock leak, flushed with red and at the base was already the beginnings of a swollen knot. The shape was different than you’d thought it would be, the tip a notably large mushroom shape, the length connecting to it slender before flaring out larger in the middle before the rest of the length connected to the swollen knot. His scent was immensely clouding all your senses now, your omega body responding with profuse arousal. Oh, you wanted him now. It was undeniable of the chemistry of your two bodies, your inner omega preening at the idea of being so wanted and filled by such a strong Alpha. Your little black tail twitched eagerly, your small black ears pressing forward in alertness.

Alastor took your pause as the perfect opportunity to grind his hips up against you, his cock rubbing between your wetness, just slipping between the folds. You were trying to catch your breath still, eyes wide at the fact he must’ve been thinking his dick would fit. Your body was much smaller than his seven foot stature, surely he wouldn’t.

But, he would try. This was power-play at its finest, Alastor wanted to assert his dominance and control over your body. He wasn’t keen on physical contact for sure, using rather violence to instill terror upon those who dare threaten his status. You, however, weren’t phased by his theatrics so now he had to take it into his own hands. You had the one ability that if you wanted to, you could either ruin or save Alastor and that pissed him the fuck off.

"How cute. You're so wet for me."

The slick, lubricious sensation of his dick rubbing against you was utterly divine. You looked up at him, angling your head to the side with flickering eyes along his face. His scarlet eyes met yours, pupils dilated, his sinister grin stretched to its fullest to show his yellow-pointed teeth.

"P-Please-"

"Please, what? Hm? Speak up, you look stupid mumbling nothing."

Alastor opened his mouth, his long and pointed crimson tongue fell out to lick along your cheek. The muscle was smooth and only momentarily a distraction from him lifting your body up enough to start to bury the tapered head of his cock into your heat. Your body tensed at this regardless of the foreplay, your mushy and sopping cunt still resisting such an attempt of intrusion.

“Mmf! Ha… Haa… Alastor it won't -”

“C’mon now, darling. I’m getting in one way or another~!”

He said this in a sing-song like voice, almost chastising you, static rising in sound near the end to emphasize his resolute and unwavering commitment to ensuring his dick would invade your tiny hole. Your head snapped forward, hands grasping on the armrests as some sort of stability. He used your body to bear down at the same time, your cunt forced to accommodate and stretch with a sweetened squeeze once the glans fit. The psychotic Overlord didn’t stop there, no. He knew you could take it, take pain and take what he could give you.

Alastor didn’t give you a chance to soak in the way your pussy quivered in delight at being stretched so wide. He, instead, still holding at your plump waist and pulled you down no matter the resistance. His cock demanded your tight walls to envelope him, the swell of his appendage filling you quickly despite the inevitable ache. You were sure he wouldn’t get all the way down and he only paused once the tip of his dick hit your cervix. The absolute stretch and burn of the demons cock shoved you over the edge again in a premature yet strong climax of pleasure.

“Oh, fuck!”

You whined keenly, you nearly couldn’t stop cumming already, he was just so big that his length hit all the right bundles of nerves. Even now though, your pussy lips hadn’t swallowed him full nor reached the top of his knot. Your overly-sensitive and agitated clit thrummed between your legs, the frenzied spasms of your pussy’s muscles enticed a guttural snarl from him.

"Watch your language, omega. It's not very becoming of you."

Alastor’s sharp claws pricked at your clothing, digging more as he started moving your hips, to roll against his in a shallow motion. He didn’t lift you up too much, favoring to keep himself confined as deeply as he could. Your pussy walls made it incredibly hard for him, his focus on the way your pliable, tender cervix felt. Each hit of his tip was a kiss for your cervix to give in, to extend beyond normal measures and make your womb his. Your beseeching, eager moans and squeals left out of your lips, not bothering to saying anything. The sounds of your drenched pussy, strained sobs and skin meeting skin, were desirable compositions to the radio demon.

“Sweetheart, your moans of ecstasy are like a melody to me. I must have you immerse me.”

Alastor dropped the radio filter just at the last word, voice lowered from he usual cheerful and velvety tone. You knew what he meant, your eyes widened with adrenaline and panic. You tried wiggling out of his grasp this time, the tentacles grip tightening and pulling taunt to stop you, the demon laughing in elation as he drove his cock deeper with an abrupt and harsh tug down. This time, the tender and swollen cushion of your cervix gave into his bullying cock, terribly uncomfortable yet endorphin releasing.

You were fully seated on him basically limp, a passive and panting mess with dewy skin. Your raw pussy walls twitched and fluttered around his length, getting used to the strain. His large hands tenderly massaged your sides before merely resting on them. You could hear the static much louder now, his own breathing unbridled and heavy. You were sure if you looked down, no matter the soft meat on your tummy, it would be bulging from the sheer intrusion. You honestly couldn’t get your gaze to focus, overcome by the feeling of blissful fullness.

A drop of drool caught your attention, dripping onto your left shoulder and being absorbed by the dark sweater you wore. He was drooling over the tight, wet heat of your womb and overbeating want to mate you, nearly losing himself to his more demonic and feral form of himself with antlers elongating and scleras filling with black.

“You don't realize what you've been doing to me. Angering me, not even confiding in me - a strong Alpha, of your powers. Always on my mind, always thinking of you. Seems like even now… You have me within your precious grasp, little bear.”

Breathy, hungry - the infernal Overlord shuddered underneath you. He started off easy, controlling your smaller, supple form with his grasp and demonic tentacles. He bounced you up and down his cock, only pulling you up enough to feel the crown of his glans hit the resistance of your cervix with a gratifying suck. It was like your pussy was trying to keep him inside, the walls felt like they were tightening every time he went to pull out whilst your juices leaked and slobbered over his stiff member. This drove the radio demon into an all-consuming, rageful want.

The consuming urge to breed you heightened. He wanted you to smell of him, plump and well fed with a fawn inside your tummy. He already knew how fertile you were, mouth-watering pheromones lush with reminders. Alastor lifted you up, the shadowy tentacles holding on. His hips began thrusting up in a hurried pace. His cock pulled down on your cervix harshly, using your womb as his personal toy. His knot kept catching on your entrance, teasing your folds as a warning to what’s to come.

Each gasp, each moan that escaped your lips was a symphony of ecstasy, a sweet melody of pleasure that echoed through the air like a siren's song. In that moment, you were lost in a whirlwind of sensation. Your every nerve ending alive with the intoxicating rush of pleasure. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss. You couldn't deny that there was something intoxicating about the whole situation; the way his body moved against yours, the way his tentacles wrapped around you, the way his breath felt against your skin and how he'd taken all of this pleasure unprovoked. It had been too long since your omegan needs had been drawn out, your heats spent alone and cold.

The radio demon was entranced, intoxicated with your sounds, scent and plushness against him. He couldn’t stop the rest of his obsidian tendrils from finding their way to various places on your body, whether it be wrapping around you or fondling and rubbing your chest, thighs and stomach. Alastor wanted you to know how powerful he was, how he could consume you in all his glorious ways, and be a considerable candidate for a mate. The deer was truly feeling some conflicted feelings. Despite his cruel and domineering actions, there was a part of him that seemed to crave your power, your ability to challenge him, maybe a harbinger for change. You wondered if this was what he truly needed, someone to stand up to him and show him that he wasn't invincible.

You could feel it building again, the all-consuming and concentrated passionate feeling of your sensitive cunt reaching its cumulation.

"I'm going to e a t you."

It was too much, eyes tearful as you felt his cool, wet tongue swipe sloppily at your neck with a gnarling sound. He was lapping and putting pressure on your scent glands, gladly tasting at your sweetness. It was incredibly difficult to not seal this side of the deal, forcing you to have to consider being his mate and manipulated by your own body since the mating tie would have been halfway made if he bit you. His own Alpha chanted and growled 'My Omega. Mine!' internally. His jaw unhinged to latch fully onto the conjunction of your neck and shoulder just below your flavorful scent glands. Alastor’s fierce and sharp-edged teeth sunk in, blood oozing thickly from the puncture wounds. He sucked and kept hold of you like that, enamored with the erotic, ambrosial taste of your blood. Your desperate mewling was nonstop.

"A-Alpha, am gonna cum!"

The pain threw you over the edge and you came hard on his thick cock, your gooey wetness squishing out of you with every snap of his hips. His rough and jarring thrusts increased to fuck you through it. Your pussy was milking him, tightening and releasing his swelling cock - for him was heavenly, pleasure building up as his final push over the peak. He yanked your body down on him to secure his already bloating knot in you earning a debauched, filthy wail from your throat. Your gummy cunt strained and enveloped around him entirely, widely, slipping over his knot as it popped achingly into you. Once inside, the knot expanded, getting larger and larger and forcing your body to accept the wide bulge as it plugged your cunt. Your body tensed with hands grasping at the poor cushion of the chairs arms, muscles shaking violently as you felt his awfully hot, viscous cum enter your womb, filling it full. As Alastor's thrusts slowed, his breathing becoming more even, you knew that this was just the beginning. The power struggle between you two was far from over, and you knew that you would have to be careful in how you handled it.

But for now, you allowed yourself to bask in the afterglow of the encounter, feeling the warmth of Alastor's body against yours, and the heat of his cum inside you. You were slack against him and he fully leaned over you, his cock still leaking in you and his tentacles all stroking and rubbing tenderly along your body. Alastor’s hands slid underneath your top and cupped your belly’s softness, feeling where his dick and cum rested inside you snuggly as he unlatched his mouth from you. Those lean hands massaged the supple, swollen flesh instigating little, satisfied whines from you as you reveled in the mixed scent of blood and sexual afterglow. You were so full of his cock and seed, you knew when his knot went down it would leak heavily out of you.

"Good omega. So good for me, little omega." Alastor nuzzled to your scent gland, avoiding the now drying wound right underneath.

In this moment, you felt a strange sense of intimacy with the radio demon. Despite everything that had happened, you couldn't help but feel a connection with him, a bond that was forged in the heat of the moment. You wondered what would happen next, whether this would be the start of something more, or if it would end here and now. Maybe he’d try to kill you off for good. Who knows.

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stuckysbike · 8 months

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Drabble, written on my phone.

Mob!Bucky x reader

Warnings: fluff fluff and fluff.

A/N: I have been struggling so bad lately with mental health, writing has been pushed way down my list but this just came to me today so I tried to do my best as a gift for a friend.

I Love You

You weren’t sure what woke you, but you could hear a voice.

Whispering really.

The other side of the bed was cool, and you tried to shift without making a sound. It only took moments to spot your husband standing next to the floor to ceiling windows.

It was dark, only the city lights gave illumination, but you could make out his outline. He wore soft black shorts that hugged his impressive upper thighs and cupped his beautiful ass. His bare body was covered in tattoos, his dog tags and a few rings but nothing else.

You rubbed your cheek into your pillow as you tried to hear what he was saying.

Words like “baby”, “sweetheart”, and “doll” were whispered in between promises of a lifetime of love and protection. Your heart clenched and you bit your lip, moving your head slightly to listen with both ears.

You heard a faint murmur, and then, “shush, be quiet or we’ll wake her,” he said lowly.

“Where was I, ah yes, you are the love of my life baby, and I don’t think I could ever go a day without holding you in my arms. I’d burn the city down for you my love.”

You eased the covers up higher, your fingers twisting into the soft sheets. You were cold but you didn’t want to disturb Bucky, your need to listen was like a drug you couldn’t go without.

“I know what you’re thinking baby, I love her too, but you’re so special, you’re my heart and my soul and she’s gonna’ needta’ learn to share me,” Bucky said, his voice raw, that Brooklyn accent coming out thick.

His sweet words and promises reminded you of your early days with him when your love was young and new; of the moments when he proposed and as you exchanged vows, both in private and in front of your friends and family.

You knew what it felt like to be loved and treasured by him, your heart was once so full of him. And now, here you were, a decade after meeting him, six years married and he was declaring his love to someone else, and in your bedroom no less whilst you lay a few feet away in the bed you both shared passionate embraces and raw feral desires.

“You know,” you huffed softly as you eased your feet out of bed and padded across the room to them, “I’m right here. I heard every word of that.”

“Shit!” Bucky’s eyes were wide as he turned to you. “We’ve been caught.”

There in his thick tattooed arms was the girl he’d been giving his affections to. His muscles bulged as they curled around her tiny body possessively and you knew there was no place safer than right there against his strong chest with his heartbeat thudding in her ear.

For a moment you appreciated the contrast of his tattooed skin against her unmarked chubby rolls, and you fell in love with them both all over again.

“You’re spoiling her you know,” you said reaching out and touching her tiny foot that hung over his arm. Her skin was soft and you couldn’t resist kissing her toes.

“She’s worth the spoiling,” Bucky’s eyes were warm, the corners crinkled as he looked at her, “and besides I’ve only just met her. You kept her to yourself for almost ten months, it’s my turn.”

You giggled at the sight of his petulant pout, he was probably the most dangerous man in the city he ruled with an iron fist but here he was not wanting to put his newborn baby daughter down. “Come to bed.”

“Only if I can bring my new girl with me,” Bucky teased. You giggled and shook your head but you took his hand pulling him behind you.

Soft whimpers reached your ears and you glanced back at Bucky. “I think she’s hungry.”

“Come here,” he said as he sat on the bed. You nestled between his legs and leaned into his body as you got comfortable and snuggled your baby in your arms.

“Now this is my happy place,” Bucky whispered kissing your neck and wrapping his arm around yours as you nursed your baby daughter.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes #wife reader #husband bucky #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fluff #mob!bucky

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luvrbug · 1 year

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When they have a crush on you

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▸ Characters; Law, Kidd, Luffy

▸ Warnings; GN reader

▸ a/n; my first OP work !!!! im still trying to grasp how to write for them but !!! i hope you all enjoy :] (psst- requests are open!)

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-> LAW

▸ Law refuses to show any emotional vulnerability. So when he realizes that YOU are the one making his emotions go absolutely haywire- its not a good scene.

▸ He cares about you so much. He doesnt form attachments easily, so when he does prepare for him to never let go.

▸ He starts to avoid you. Like, you cannot find him on the polar tang type of avoiding. He's afraid to put you in serious danger, he's wanted by the world covernment, has billions of beri on his head- he couldn't stand to put you in more danger.

▸ Law SAYS he is perfectly content with holding these feelings in until he dies. He is lying. At some point his frustration comes to a head and he just , corners you in the sub after not speaking to you for THREE WEEKS and word vomits all his emotions out while looking like a tomato.

▸ If you accept law is . surprisingly elated. This commitment doesn't feel heavy or scary like he imagined. He's not the biggest fan of PDA but he ABSOLUTELY links pinkies with you when walking around. (bepo, shaichi, and penguin are yall's biggest fans ever. they SO hide in the bushes during the first date and get discovered 😭)

▸ If you reject law .. he'll retreat back into his shell. He was open with you, and now he probably wont be. ever again. Really awkward interactions ensue.

-> KIDD

▸ He's so oblivious to his own emotions !!!!!! He's so mean to you all the time but he's killing anyone who lays a hand on you. He feels nauseous and feverish and embarrassed whenever he's around you but he's anxious and jittery when you're NOT around!

▸ He gets sooo jealous too. you could be like, sitting next to someone and he'll be breaking a tankard in his fist 😭.

▸ HE TRIES SO HARD TO IMPRESS YOU!!! He's smashing someone's face in extra flashily when you look his way. Carrying super heavy objects when youre in his vicinity. showing you all his latest inventions. He's almost like a really aggressive, abrasive puppy waiting on you to praise him.

▸ He probably blurts out all of his feelings when you sit just a little too close after one too many beers. He's raging at you for "making my head all spinny" and "making me feel like im gonna vomit glitter" while Heat and Wire are cackling in the background. Killer has his head in his hands while Kidd continues his drunken rant.

▸ If you somehow manage to wrangle him back to the ship and accept his confession, you will have a clingy, kissy kidd to deal with. He will not let you go. Your post-confession gift is a cranky, hungover kidd.

▸ If you reject him ... Kidd practically explodes. Not at you, but everyone who pisses him off is getting chewed out 10x as bad. He's hurt, and he needs time to tend his wounds. Your friendship will never be the same, but he won't make your life a living hell.

-> LUFFY

▸ Luffy is straightforward, honest, and determined. If he likes you, he'll say it loud and clear. He doesn't exactly know the line between romantic and platonic feelings, so it'll take someone like robin or sanji to clear that up for him.

▸ He is also very physically affectionate. Where you go, luffy goes. You have to practically beg to go to the bathroom alone. Skinny, Tall, Short, Chubby; luffy loves it all! He gomu-gomu no cuddles you constantly.

▸ He doesn't really get jealous. He trusts you! And he knows youre great, so obviously everyone would want to spend time with you! Just make sure he's in your top priorities.

▸ Luffy's confession is in everything he does. He never steals from your plate unless he's given permission, always makes sure you get the best cuts of meat / best quality veggies. He may just suddenly hold you and kiss you if hes in the mood. Luffy is probably on the aro/ace spectrum, so your relationship may be on the platonic spectrum some days + the romantic spectrum some days.

▸ If you turn down all of Luffy's advances, hes naturally a little let down. He won't stop caring about you, but he'll attempt (key word; attempt) to give you space and not be so affectionate. (how could you possibly turn this boy down >:[)

#one piece fluff #one piece headcanons #one piece imagine #one piece reader insert #one piece scenario #one piece x you #one piece #one piece x reader #law x reader #trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #eustass kidd #eustass kidd x reader #eustass kid x reader #luffy x reader #monkey d luffy

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starwrighter · 9 months

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I am not a baby!! (Yes you are)

(Ao3) (Masterpost) (Previous) (Next)

(The eleventh chapter,)

The hatchling lay still, motionless inside his little building. His tiny body pressed against the see-through barrier wrapped in one of the creations he built. Did he strangle himself? Had Damian scared the hatchling into killing itself? The Hatchling didn't seem scared when he'd attacked him earlier, but fear could show itself in various ways. Some tended to freeze up, some fled like cowards, and others fought for their lives with every fiber of their being..

Damian was gigantic compared to the hatchling.. The hatchling's entire body could fit in Damians palms. Something, admittedly, he'd foolishly thought wouldn't be distressing for the hatchling.

Pressing his face against the transparent barrier, Damian listened to the chaos engulfing the bond. Not the usual idiotic rambling and tease that often clogged up the bond: grief, mourning, an overwhelming sadness from his entire family.

"What happened?"

"I don't know," That's all Damian could really say. If he'd stayed away, avoiding contact like father instructed, would the hatchling still be alive?

"Are you sure he's dead?" Dick questioned.

The hatchling skin was pale, lips tinged blue. Unmoving, chest stilled, no sign of the rise and fall of breathing .

"What else could he be, Grayson?!" He snapped, Dick went silent.

"Sleeping...?"

His gills flared, tail snapping, seething through clenched teeth.

"Do you think I'm an idio-" He started, rage cut out by a sudden movement.

The hatchling had rolled over, throwing his chubby arm over his face. A content yawn as he took a slow breath, color returning to the hatchling's lips.

"..."

"He's sleeping, isn't he?" His face grew hot,

"Shut up! His lips were blue, and he wasn't breathing! You would have freaked out too!" He snapped, watching intently at the slow rise and fall of the baby's chest.

"Absolutely, without a doubt, instant heart attack," Dick replied quickly, a tsunami of relief and concern clogging up the bond.

"Why did he stop breathing?"

"Babies do that sometimes Damian, It happened a lot with you whenever you slept," Father soothed. "Sent everyone into a panic no matter how many times it happened,"

"Karma," A barrage of his siblings coughed out.

"Are his lips still blue?"

"No," The hatchling's skin was still pale, but his lips were a light pink. Tiny hands clenched into fists, contrasting the peaceful expression settled on the child's face. A cold radiated through where the hatchling’s hand touched the barrier. Not corpse cold, more like poking your head above water during a raging storm. A closer comparison would be the barren wastelands of the void or the eerie depths of the lost river where he spent his early childhood.

The child seemed to be thriving just fine despite being out of his designated environment. From watching, they could tell the babies liked to spend their early days in shallow water, sometimes above water, before they migrated deeper and deeper. It was quite possible he’d move down to the lost river or the deeper side of the grand reef when he got too big for the shallows.

Father would be elated to have a baby swimming around in the reef. However, they’d have to guard the lost river entrances to prevent him from wandering. Although it was one of the coldest places in the crater, it was way too close to the lava zones, and even closer to the precursor settlements.

“I think he might be a cold-dwelling species,” His family would find out regardless if he told them, and it was better for them to be aware of possible dangers before it was too late.

“Oh, do you think he’ll-“

“Not that cold,” The child was nowhere near the temperature of the Arctic. Temperatures far below zero and constant snow and hail storms would be too much for him, let alone traveling through the void to get there. Sure, the predators were smaller over there, but they were much more aggressive, and precursor artifacts and buildings were littered around the tundra no matter where you went.

The child slept for hours. Concern nagging at him the longer he remained unconscious. Father reassured him that he’d slept a lot as a baby too, but he’s doubtful any of them had ever been asleep this long. The sun had begun to rise again, shallows warming from the sun. It was under his impression that babies needed to eat every few hours or so. It had been much longer than that, and Damian feared he would begin to starve in his sleep if he remained unconscious much longer.

Tap…Tap…Tap

Pitch-black claws scratched the barrier, the hatchling rolling away from the noise, arms guarding his little ears.

Tap…Tap…Tap

Blue eyes flew open, head whipping to face him.“AngeR,”

@ashoutinthedarkness @avelnfear @meira-3919 @thought-u-said-dragon-queen @hugsandchaos @blep-23 @zeldomnyo @bytheoldwillowtree @justwannabecat @shepherdsheart @starlightcat04 @stargazing-bookwyrm @pupstim @dragongoblet @noxcheshire

#dp x dc #dpxdc #subnautica au #Damian keeps tapping on the glass #Danny is pissed

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arcticflowerz · 1 year

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Fluffy Aroace

A term for when you are on the aroace spectrum and are also fat/chubby/fluffy.

(I like to use “fluffy” as a cute way to say fat/chubby, I usually say it while describing myself)

This term is meant to create pride and to help normalize being fat/chubby because no one should have to feel ashamed of their weight/size.

This was inspired by my Fluffy Lesbian term, I’m coining this for someone else who wanted an Aroace version.

Do NOT call someone a fluffy aroace unless you know they are okay with it/they already identify as it. Do NOT use this term as a way to discriminate against fat/chubby aroace people.

Also, do not repost my flags/the things I coin with out credit.

This term can be used by any aroace person that is fat/chubby. I do not support ace/aro exclusionism.

The 4 purple stripes and the club symbol represent the ace spectrum, the 4 green stripes and arrow represent the aro spectrum, while the golden yellow stripe was taken from the aroace flag.

Here’s the links to the Fluffy Aro, Fluffy Ace, Fluffy Aqueerplatonic, and Fluffy Asensual versions.

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mandiemegatron · 7 months

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I love you chubby readers. I love you fat self-inserts. I love you disabled readers. I love you trans self-inserts. I love you aro/ace readers. I love you male self-inserts. I love you gay readers. I love you lesbian self-inserts. I love you, I love you, I love you.

You deserve love, no matter what anyone says.

#ok to rb #self inserts #readers #fanfics #content creation #im so sick of people thinking that others dont deserve love #i love you i love you i love you

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our-arospec-experience · 2 months

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cw ed mention!!

i just saw a pro-e*d post that severely triggered me so:

shoutout and much 'love' to fat & chubby aros, we're just as (if you want to be percieved like this) hot, attractive & desirable, whether it be platonically, sensually, aesthetically, or otherwise. we don't need to change anything about our appearance. we rock.💚🤍🩶🖤

#our arospec experience #arospec #aromantic #aro #lgbtqia+#queer #Tw ed

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ddootzles · 1 year

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Lesbians 🥰💋🧡🤍💗

Black lesbians 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 white lesbians 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 Asian lesbians 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 islander lesbians 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 native lesbians 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 tall lesbians 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 short lesbians 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 fat lesbians 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 skinny lesbians 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 curvy lesbians 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 chubby lesbians 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 butch lesbians 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 femme lesbians 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 chapstick lesbians 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 neurodivergent lesbians 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 neurotypical lesbians 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 trans lesbians 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 cis lesbians 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 ace lesbians 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 hypersexual lesbians 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 aro lesbians 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 moon lesbians 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 sun lesbians 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 bambi lesbians 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 "mean" lesbians 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 religious lesbians 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 atheist lesbians 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 old lesbians 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 young lesbians 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 lesbians with piercings 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 lesbians with tattoos 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 closeted lesbians 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 out lesbians 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 lesbians experiencing comphet 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 lesbians with small boobs 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 lesbians with big boobs 🥰💋🧡🤍💗 hairy lesbians 🥰💋🧡🤍💗

LESBIANS LESBIANS LESBIANS 🥰💋🧡🤍💗

I LOVE LESBIANS 🥰💋🧡🤍💗

#lesbian #lesbian post #lesbianism #dykes of tumblr #sapphic #sapphism

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manicplank · 1 month

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I know you said you only ship noise and noisette, but it would be interesting to know ur opinions on other ships too

uh ok so most of the ships seem like crack ships to me since a lot of them go against canon or are a little weird

(I'll be polite about it)

Pepstavo: It's kinda cute. Old man yaoi. I feel like it'd never work since McPig has described Gustavo as being the Mario to Peppino's Wario. I like to imagine them as old friends that bicker and argue over the smallest shit.

Cheesecake: I really see Vigi as an aro/ace kind of guy. I feel he and Noisette really don't have much in common despite being good friends. They don't really look good together.

PeppiNoise: This one is my least fave (to put it nicely). I see a lot of the rival/enemies secretly love each other, and I'm typically not a fan. I like their relationship as enemies that want to kill each other but go put to lunch sometimes because they're both kinda lonely. HOWEVER, I think the idea of Noise flirting with Peppino to mess with him is funny. Noise would call him "sexy" just to piss him off and it works.

PeppiNoisEtte (polycule): I'm not poly, so I really don't understand poly relationships. It's more of the same reason I don't ship PeppiNoise. Their demeanors are just so different. I also see Noise and Noisette as the JEALOUS type.

Pepperlante: It's a silly ship to me (/pos). The art and situations I've seen them in are silly and cute. While I don't ship it, they go together. Good crack ship.

I don't ship Fake Peppino with anybody. I feel like he doesn't have the mindset/mental age to consent.

Stick x Burton: I like it. I see ship art of them a lot, and it's cute. Big chubby giant with his tall skinny twink bf.

PepPizza: Crackship for sure. Another enemy into lovers thing that I can't really get behind. HOWEVER, I like the idea of Pizzahead having a strange obsession/hyperfixation on Peppino. Maybe even a crush. But I don't think the feeling would ever go both ways.

I think that covers up most of the usual ones. It's hard to have ships in this fandom since the characters are all so quirky and unique. A lot of them just don't go together.

#pizza tower #idk what to tag this as

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jaylienpotter · 8 months

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Peter Pettigrew headcanons!!

Has heterochromia, one eye brown and another green, big round eyeshape

Sandy blond hair

Round chubby face, plus sized, the shortest out of all the boys (including the Slytherin Skittles)

Gets some freckles during the summer

Has a gap tooth and button nose

Had a lot of acne in his early teenage years but stopped drinking milk and his skin got a lot better, eventually very soft (apparently he was lactose intolerant)

Bites his nails since he was a kid

Eats as a coping mechanism for his (somewhat high) anxiety

Had body issues for a while but through talking about it to Lily, both of them learned to love who they are and how they look, as well as to be kind to themselves

Asexual and in the aromantic spectrum (completely aro and repulsed by romance / demiromantic who had a crush on James and then on Benjamin Fenwick, depending on the fic)

Has no patience for the stupidity of his friends (yet does nothing to help the situation, finding it entertaining) but is very patient with their struggles

During pranks, he's usually the distraction or lookout, since he's very attentive and sneaky, able to go anywhere unnoticed as a rat animagus

Knows everything that happens in that castle. E v e r y t h i n g

Detail-oriented

Gossips a lot with the girls (especially Mary)

Never loses a bet, nor a game of chess

Smarter than people think, he's simply uninterested in academics and dyslexic

Comics enthusiast, has a collection (favourites are Marvel)

Funniest of the Marauders

Plant dad, his favourite subjects are Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures

Friends with Prof. Sprout and Hagrid

Has a love for frogs, gets a toad during Hogwarts

Terrible alcohol tolerance and gets awful hangovers (usually involves puking), always says he'll never drink again and never goes through with it

Despises the smell of tobacco

James's neighbour and childhood friend, looks up to him

Will let others step over him yet jumps ahead to defend Remus or Sirius if they're getting made fun of or insulted

Hates horror movies that are unrealistic, pays more attention to the characters' dumb bad choices than the scary parts (will complain about it)

Has an okay relationship with his parents however claims they're overprotective

Gets along with his sister even though she's a squib (will fight anyone who speaks badly of her)

#peter pettigrew #peter pettigrew headcanons #marauders hc #marauders headcanon #marauders era #the marauders #marauders fandom #marauders #harry potter marauders #dead gay wizards #dead gay wizards from the 70s

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likkolo · 9 days

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✨doll🎀

summary: Hyunjin has a new doll to play with (inspired by Changbin being dressed up at the recent fan meeting)

contains dollification, crossdressing, belly kink, weight gain kink, body worship, humiliation, noncon kink play, noncon drug use, slightly creepy hyunjin, chubby changbin. i've never written anything like this before but it was fun to try sth new!

Hyunjin takes Changbin’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, tipping his head up so he can look into his pretty eyes. “So beautiful,” he murmurs.

His grip widens to cup Changbin’s jaw. Hyunjin turns the doll’s head from side to side and watches the way the light reflects in the dark purple contact lenses.

“Definitely worth the upgrade for a custom color.”

Hyunjin lets go of Changbin’s jaw then, leaving the head cocked to one side, and begins to trace his fingers over the doll’s round cheeks, the strong nose, the pouty lips. “And the sculpt on the face!” he marvels. “Such unique features. What a special addition to my collection.”

It’s not a very big collection. Honestly, he couldn’t have called it a collection at all before he acquired Changbin.

His Felix doll is draped over an armchair in a far corner of the room. Hyunjin still loves it, but he hopes Felix understands that one doll is never enough, no matter how fun it is to play with.

Hyunjin thinks he saw a flash of jealousy in the Felix doll’s eyes when he told him he wanted a new one. That’s why he made sure to gently shut Felix’s eyelids when he sat him aside in the chair. As far as a doll is concerned, what it doesn’t see may as well have never happened.

Of course, a little poke helps too. But that’s the sort of thing one has to overlook when playing with dolls. They’re just toys, obviously, so they need stands to help keep them propped up, they need doll clothes that are easy to put on or take off. And sometimes they need little pokes from glass vials to keep them malleable and unresisting.

Which brings him back to his acquisition of the Changbin doll.

Hyunjin wanted his collection to have variety, diversity. It’s no fun to play with dolls that are exactly the same from the neck down. He knew he would want a more unique body sculpt for his next one.

It’s the trend these days, to make dolls in different shapes that reflect the diversity in real people’s bodies. But he didn’t choose this one just because of trends or for the sake of variety.

The contours of this doll’s body are absolutely gorgeous. Hyunjin has admired them for so long, watching as they were built and sculpted before his very eyes. Biceps, traps, pecs… cords of muscle that bunched and bulged with the flexing of each articulation point. It was so attractive that it made Hyunjin’s mouth water and his teeth ache.

Then, even better, other areas began to swell and expand as well. Suddenly there was a fuller, rounder face. A belly that hung in a pleasing teardrop shape. A bigger backside, widened hips, a double chin.

So unusual for a doll. Most people prefer dainty playthings, a lightweight build that’s easy to manipulate—and Hyunjin does love the one that he has—but there’s something so tantalizing about the bigger figure of this doll.

He’s going to have so much fun playing with it.

Hyunjin thinks he deserves that, after the lengths he went to to acquire it.

Before he had this doll he had a friend. A friend he loved dearly, who loved him just as much if not more. At least, it was a game of theirs to pretend that this friend loved him more, that he had to fight for Hyunjin’s attention, that he needed to flirt with him incessantly just to hold Hyunjin’s interest.

A fun game, but it never went anywhere real. Never to the places that Hyunjin longed for. And so Hyunjin’s obsession quietly festered until love turned to covetous need and admiration spoiled into possessiveness.

Perhaps he had been foolish to think that Changbin could share Felix’s appreciation for being owned. That he might like it. Might find it fun to be dressed up and tossed around and cooed over. He had always said that he yearned to be Hyunjin’s plaything, after all.

Foolish, on both of their parts.

Hyunjin watched Changbin’s eyes turn from uncomfortable to suspicious to panicked. The fear made them glassy, like the perfect doll eyes Hyunjin had wanted all along.

It only took a little poke to dull them.

Hyunjin ordered the purple contact lenses that night.

Such a stunning addition to his collection.

Eventually he’ll play with both of his dolls together, but for now he just wants to admire his new toy. Take his time exploring all of its features. “Besides,” Hyunjin says. “Before you can meet Felix, I’ll need to buy you some proper clothes.”

Changbin doesn’t—can’t—respond, but that’s fine. That’s good, because toys don’t talk anyways.

“Ahh, I’m going to have so much fun buying you all sorts of new things!”

It was getting a little hard to justify buying more clothes for Felix. He has so many now, frilly maid outfits and lacy pastel dresses… white gloves and knee-high socks and short skirts… So many delicate, pretty things to keep Hyunjin busy playing dress-up all day long.

But Changbin is much too big to fit into any of Felix’s doll clothes. And so Hyunjin will get to build up an entirely new wardrobe just for him.

“I’m so happy I picked a plus-size doll,” Hyunjin beams. His hands land on the mound of Changbin’s belly, squeezing at the doughy fat. “This squishy material is so realistic. I can’t believe how well-made you are.”

Hyunjin giggles behind his hand. “You know what would be fun, Binnie? To try to dress you up in Felix’s clothes so we can all see how much chubbier you are than him. Well, Felix can’t see right now, but that’s okay. He might not like it if you stretch his things out anyways. But I think it would really show off your lovely curves.”

He leaves Changbin frozen on the sofa and goes to the white, pink-trimmed armoire where he stores Felix’s clothes. “Let’s see,” he hums, rifling through drawers. A pink tulle tutu catches his eye, along with a long gauzy white skirt. He grabs a stretchy bralette—Changbin’s chest certainly won’t fit any of Felix’s structured bustiers—and a complementing pair of panties. Then he picks out a few cute hair accessories and, after a moment of deliberation, pulls out a whimsical pair of plastic fairy wings.

“Here we go,” he says, turning back to Changbin with his arms full. “Let’s see how you look in these.”

Hyunjin makes quick work of stripping off Changbin’s black workout clothes. He spins a narrative in his head as he goes, imagining Changbin as a college student who went over to his crush’s apartment after his workout, only for a party to erupt while he was borrowing the shower. He comes out of the bathroom to find that his clothes have been stolen, forcing him to borrow something to wear from Felix.

‘I don’t know,’ Felix would say doubtfully, looking him over. ‘Maybe before you gained all this weight. But I don’t think you could squeeze into any of my clothes now.’

Changbin would blush so adorably. He isn’t—could never be—embarrassed of his huge muscles, but the amount of fat he’s gained along the way is another story. Still, ‘I just need something,’ he would insist.

And Felix would root around in a drawer for the pair of lavender lace-trimmed panties that were always a little too loose for him. ‘Here,’ he’d say, holding them out. ‘This is the biggest thing I have. They might be stretchy enough to fit around your waist.’

Hyunjin pulls the panties up Changbin’s thick thighs, delighting in the way the lacy leg holes squeeze the flesh as he goes. The waistband is a little too tight, so Hyunjin pulls on it to break some of the stitches. It helps, even if the elastic still digs into Changbin’s tubby waist. The sight is too cute, and Hyunjin can’t help pinching the bulges of his adorable muffin top.

‘Well,’ Felix would say, looking him over. ‘It’s a good thing you wear them with your gut hanging over, or they definitely wouldn’t have fit.’

Changbin’s cheeks would burn with embarrassment. Then his eyes would widen as Felix pulls out the pink tutu. ‘Felix, I can’t,’ he would protest weakly. ‘Not with these thunder thighs. They- they jiggle, and everyone will see!’

But Felix would convince him anyways, and soon Changbin would have layers of pink tulle swathed around his wide hips. Then he would try to put on the bralette, stretching the band to its limit around his ribcage. The cups would be tight on his generous chest—tight enough to push his softened pecs together to form cleavage.

And then Felix’s roommate—Changbin’s crush—would barge in.

‘Hyunjin!’ Changbin would screech, mortified.

‘Oh,’ he would say, stopping in his tracks. ‘Who is this big cutie you’re hiding in your room, Lixie?’

‘This is Changbin,’ Felix would say. ‘You know Binnie, right? I’m sure you’ve seen him around campus.’

‘Wait, does he have a much skinnier twin who took comp with me last year?”

‘Nope,’ Felix would say, grinning.

‘Wow, you got so fat,’ Hyunjin would remark.

Changbin’s eyes would well up, shame and embarrassment overwhelming him, and yet he would be so angelically pliant as Hyunjin pulls him into his lap.

‘Don’t cry, baby,’ Hyunjin would croon. ‘The weight looks gorgeous on you. And so does your outfit.’

‘Someone stole my clothes,’ Changbin would pout.

‘What a naughty thing to do to such a big boy,’ Hyunjin would tsk. ‘And now you have to wear clothes that don’t even fit? What a travesty.’ Then he would smile devilishly, daring to squeeze a big handful of Changbin’s belly. ‘But I have to admit,’ he’d whisper in his ear, ‘I love how you look like this. You have the cutest tummy ever, baby.’

And just like that, Changbin would moan and roll his hips and Hyunjin would know he could take everything he’s ever wanted from Changbin and his deliciously pudgy body.

Then Hyunjin slips Changbin’s arms into the straps on the fairy wings, and suddenly he conjures another scenario where Changbin is a fairy who has eaten so many berries that he’s struggling to fly.

Then he pulls on the long white skirt, and now Changbin is a bride who is making Hyunjin the happiest man on Earth.

Hyunjin continues to play and imagine and dress Changbin until finally he notices it. A subtle ripple in Changbin’s muscles. A fraction of a blink.

He reaches for a glass vial.

It’s nothing a little poke can’t fix.

#weight gain fic #chubby changbin #pls mind the tags/warnings it's very tame but still a little dark

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mymultiverse00 · 6 months

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Rescued

In this story Marcus has a human mate with a young daughter. Marcus has adopted her as his own and so have the others.

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The argument had been going on for hours. Back and forth, over and over again, Aro, Caius, and Marcus butted heads on what to do about their problem with the Olympic Coven. Caius wanted them all dead; Aro wanted to make peace; and Marcus… well, he had other things on his mind.

Marcus didn’t really give a damn about what Carlisle got up to these days. As long as the doctor kept his family quiet, Marcus thought, no laws would be broken. Simple as that. And family meant everything, didn’t it? It did to Marcus. For so long, he had been lucky enough to be surrounded by his own family: his brothers, his sisters-in-law, and a few select members of the elite guard. Even when he had been at his lowest after losing Didyme, they were always there for him. And over the centuries, as things slowly got better, they all stayed by him, helped him to heal, and made their bonds stronger every year. But these arguments! They were enough to drive him mad. Marcus was ready to be done with them so he could move on to the more pleasurable activities he had lined up for the day.

Marcus sighed heavily as Aro finally announced they were ready to address any new business, and he took a seat in one of the dark leather chairs scattered around their shared office. He was bored, and irritated, and desperate for distraction. Little did he know, one was on the way.

Caius had just begun another tirade about the Romanians when Marcus suddenly detected a tiny shuffling noise occurring in the hall. It was no louder than the footsteps of a mouse, but it was easily detectable in the vampire’s ear. He instantly shifted his gaze to his brothers, as covertly as possible, to see if they too had noticed the noise, but saw no indication that they had. He raised a hand to his mouth to hide his smile. He knew the exact cause of the noise and wondered idly what would come next. His answer came a moment later.

“Daddy?” A quiet voice whispered from the hall. “Are you in there daddy?”

Marcus chuckled lowly when five little fingers wiggled into the room, just near the bottom of the heavy wooden door, stretching and reaching for some kind of connection.

“Daaaadddyyyy!” The sweet voice sang, just a little louder this time, and just enough to cause Caius to falter in his speech. His eyes darted to the door in amusement as he quickly wrapped up his thoughts.

“Brother?” He began, turning to look at Marcus with a small smirk. “It seems someone is seeking your attention.”

Marcus gave him an innocent look, shaking his head slightly. “I don’t know what you mean, Caius.” He teased. “I didn’t hear anything.”

“Oh really?” The blonde man questioned. “Aro, did you hear something in the hall just now?”

“You know, I think I did!” Aro replied gleefully, clapping his hands for emphasis. “I think there’s a little ghost in the hallway coming to steal Marcus away! I do hope it’s a friendly ghost!”

Girlish giggling erupted in the hall, causing the 3 brothers to smile in amusement.

“Marcus, do you hear a ghost in the hall?” Aro asked.

“Hmm, I don’t think so. I thought we got rid of all of the ghosts a few months ago. I think it’s a mouse!” He teased. “I believe it’s trying to sneak in under the door right now!” He held back a laugh as they all watch the chubby little digits be pulled back into the hallway.

“I not a mouse!” A little voice insisted.

“Not a ghost….” Caius listed, “and not a mouse… it must be a spy!”

“A spy?!” Aro said with pretended surprise. “Felix would never let a spy sneak into our office! He’d be sure to catch them quick.”

“Oh no!” The little voice whispered. “Not Felix! Eeeeekkkkkkk!!” Came a tiny shriek, followed by riotous giggles and a knock on the door.

Aro rushed to open it, his face as serious as could be. “Ah, hello Felix! How may I help you? What’s that you have slung over your shoulder?”

“I’m afraid I found a spy in the castle, Master Aro. They tried to get away, but I caught them.” Said spy squirmed and wriggled in the giant man’s grasp, trying their best to escape.

“I not a spy, Felix!” They pouted.

“Looks like a spy to me,” Caius threw in. “Better put her in the dungeon. Only vegetables and pickle juice for dinner.”

“No!!! No pickle juice! Daddy! Please help me!!!” The girl cried desperately.

“Alright, alright. Enough teasing. I’ll take your prisoner from you, Felix.” Marcus chuckled, reaching for his adopted daughter and hugging her close to his chest.

“My little love, what were you doing out in the hallway?” He asked softly.

“Mama told me I rescue you!”

“Rescue me?” He asked. “From what tresoro?

“Too much working!”

“I see. Well, thank you. That was a very good rescue, sweetheart.” The girl beamed at his praise.

“Do Caius and I need to be rescued as well, principessa?” Aro asked her sweetly. “We have been here working all afternoon without even a break.”

“Ummm,” she considered the question thoroughly, her brow wrinkling in thought. “Ok!” She agreed. “I rescue everyone!”

“And what will we do instead of working, little mouse?” Caius inquired.

“We have a picnic with Dora and Sully and Mama! But no pickle juice!” She stuck out her tongue in disgust.

“A wonderful idea, darling,” Marcus agreed, kissing his daughter’s head softly. “I’m so glad you came to find me. We have worked too much today and I missed you.”

“I missed you too, daddy. We go find Mama now. Come on everybody!” She squealed. “We go!”

“We’re coming, princess!” Caius told her, smiling kindly as he closed up the days meeting ledger and locked it away in his desk. “Consider us rescued.”

The End

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