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aziraphales-library · 8 months

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hello mods!! ive just read a fic called ''curve of old bones'' and ''snow angel'' i believe it was called and was wondering what fic you can recommend me to read that follows the themes of fake dating/ enemies to friends to lover/ pining whilst fucking sorta thing???

Hey, we have tags for everything you're asking for! #fake/pretend relationship, #enemies to lovers, #enemies to friends to lovers, #pining while fucking. As pining while fucking only has two posts, here are some more to add...

Curses foiled again by hapax (E)

To be blunt: in order to return to tip-top condition, Aziraphale was going to have to get laid. And the angel had spent almost six thousand years of his existence among humans assiduously avoiding anything of the sort. Aziraphale turns to his hereditary enemy for assistance with a particularly pesky curse. After all, it’s not like a demon has any feelings that might be involved.

Ambrosia by pilatesandpinot (E)

Those damn aphrodisiacs. They chatted as they soaked in the water, Crowley ate from a platter of fruit, hoping the sugar from them would somehow cure his sudden lightheadedness, as the blood in his head was probably pumping down to his groin, and get rid of the heated feeling in his abdomen, while Aziraphale lathered her arms and shoulders with oil. When she moved down to her breasts and tummy, she leaned back a bit, slowly and carefully cupping herself and making a small little hum sound as she rubbed her belly. Crowley had to bite his bottom lip to keep himself from groaning, watching the glisten of the angel’s skin, the warm glow she seemed to be emitting, her lush and curvy body sitting comfortably in the water. He was indeed fucked. ------------------------------ Aziraphale and Crowley have oysters at Petronius's, and soon learn while visiting the bath house afterwards why oysters are one of Aphrodite's favorite foods.

May My Teaching Drop as the Rain by Dee_Morris (E)

Several people on Twitter have commented that there isn't enough Ineffable Tutors content out there, and I have to agree. The book doesn't go into very much detail about what Cortese and Harrison get up to in the years they spend educating young Warlock, and as a fic writer there's nothing as much fun as a blank space to play in. I expect that the stories in this series will more or less stand alone, but I'll add notes and recaps where I think it's necessary. These will mostly be light-hearted horny adventures with little to no angst. Tags may change or be added as I write more stories.

Out There by snae_b (E)

Small town paper, small town news, and Aziraphale always gets stuck with the shit stories. Strange lights in the desert? Aziraphale might as well be writing about el Chupacabra. Again. At least his source is cute, even if he is a little out there.

The Arrangement by TawnyOwl95 (E)

Aziraphale and Crowley are set up on a blind date as a joke by their respective housemates. They decide to get their own back and call everybody's bluff by *gasp* fake dating!

Craving by DawnOfTomorrow (E)

“You want me to pay for it.” He drawled, leaning back in his chair. “Don’t put words in my mouth.” His assistant said, entirely unimpressed by the fact that he could fire her. “You said-” “I said that it would probably be a good idea for you to get some, and if you can’t be bothered to do it the normal way, that there are professional options. And then I said that if you’d like, I could recommend someone.” --- He called the fucking number. He didn’t know why – okay, he did, he was an idiot, tipsy, lonely, and horny – but he called the damn number. --- Even just looking at the blonde’s profile, he felt a twinge in his gut. Blonde curls indeed – over features that revealed the other man’s age, light eyes, and a cute, upturned nose. Slim lips, currently curved in a smile for the bartender. Crowley studied the rest of him too – a bit of chub, not enough to be fat, but definitely dad-bod territory. He sighed softly, wondering what sort of witch Anathema was, because she had been spot on about this guy being his type. He didn’t even need to see the large hands or plush thighs to make up his mind – this… this could work.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #adult omens #pining while fucking #human au #mod d

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spencerlouis · 2 years

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Can you do one with chubby chef Louis and Harry who is gaining weight from all the food Louis cooks. When he notices he starts staying out late at night at the gym etc. just not giving much attention to Louis so Louis thinks it’s due to his own weight ?

Louis pulled the dinner he had made out of the oven and placed it on the counter. He had worked really hard on it, but Harry should have been home by now. He sighed and leaned against the kitchen counter, grabbing one of the shortbread cookies he had made. As he munched on the delicious cookie his thoughts wandered. Why had Harry been staying out so much lately? And even when he was here, he was distant.

As Louis thought, his eyes turned down to his protruding stomach. He put his hand on it and squeezed the excess flesh. His cheeks flushed, Louis had always been self-conscious of his weight. Especially because he was heavier than average and much pudgier than his fit boyfriend. Louis was also aware of the fact that he had put on some more pounds recently.

Harry had always assured Louis he adored his body. But recently… he didn't really touch him, and Louis couldn’t help but think it was because of his recent weight gain. Harry didn’t fondle his belly anymore, or squeeze his thighs, or cup his chubby cheeks. Louis had felt so big lately, too big. The other night he had sat on Harry’s lap like he often did, but this time Harry had tensed and quickly made an excuse to get up. Louis felt stupid for being upset, it wasn’t Harry’s fault he had gotten to heavy to be held by him. It was his own fault, and here he was stuffing his face again.

Louis was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of the door opening and Harry throwing his keys on the entrance table.

“Hey, Lou.”

“Harry! Where were you?” Louis asked, walking over.

Harry chuckled, “just at the gym with some friends.”

“Oh.” Louis felt embarrassment course through him at the thought of Harry working out with all his fit friends, but he brushed it aside and pulled Harry in for a hug. Harry tensed before awkwardly hugging Louis and pulling back. Louis felt his heartbreak as he noticed Harry glance at how Louis’ stomach pudged out and touched his.

Louis pulled away and tried to discreetly hide his round tummy. “I, um, I made dinner.”

Louis served himself and let Harry choose what he wanted. He was embarrassed when Harry had less than him on his plate, he tried to subtly put some back but Harry caught him.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked, confusion shining in his eyes.

Louis froze, “I uh, I think I might have taken a bit too much.”

Harry eyed Louis’ plate, “But, that’s about how much you normally eat.”

Louis felt his face heat up as he ducked his head, embarrassment coursing through him.

Concern filled Harry at the heartbroken look on Louis’ face. “Hey, Lou, tell me what’s wrong.”

Louis was silent for a few moments before taking a deep breath and speaking, “you’ve been distant lately, and I can’t help but wonder… if it’s because I finally got too big for you.”

When Louis looked up he saw a look of horror on Harry’s face, “no, Louis. You’re perfect, this has nothing to do with you, and certainly not your lovely body.” Harry gave Louis’ tummy fat a little jiggle.

“Then… why have you been so distant?”

Harry hesitated and then let out a sigh, “I’ve noticed that my abs are getting less defined and I’m getting some chub on my sides. I didn’t want you to notice.”

Louis let out a little laugh, “Harry, I’m hardly in the position to talk about anyone else's weight. And besides, I don’t care if you gain weight, you’re perfect to me no matter what.”

Harry smiled and hugged his chubby boy, “you are too, Louis.”

If anyone wants to send me chubby Louis Tomlinson or chubby Spencer Reid concepts, ideas, or requests you can. The only thing I don’t want is anything with full on s3x and outright f33derism. Any ship is fine as well.

Also feel free to ask me questions as long as they are respectful and send me any chubby Louis and Spencer fics you come across or write :)

#chubby #louis tomlinson #larry stylinson fanfic #chubby louis

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chubbology · 3 years

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Getting Big

prompt: someone discovering they're a feeder as their feedee partner gets bigger

Sometimes you’re both in bed, distracted and ignoring each other on your phones or laptops, when you notice. Your eyes lift from your phone and notice your partner’s relaxed belly, rising and lowering with calm breath, stretching the fabric of their shirt. Really stretching it now, not just with every inhale, but by default. Not just pushing the seams a little with chubbier hips, but forcing the cotton to bow out close to its limit, forcing the stitching to cave into a belly button deeper and softer-looking than you remember. And your eyes inevitably take in the rest: thicker thighs, more shapely chest, less defined arms, softer jawline.

You’re aware that your partner’s gained a little weight. More than a little, but it’s fine. Probably thirty or so pounds, not a big deal, and you absolutely don’t judge them for it. Have they mentioned it at all? No, they just keep tugging at their shirts and pants. And underwear. Their underwear is getting too small for them, with weight gain making them a bit of a pear and all, but you don’t say anything. You don’t say they need bigger underwear. You don’t tell them how much you appreciate the fact that they need it. As long as they stay mum on the subject of their weight and the fit of their clothes, so will you; that’s your rule.

Sometimes you’re both in bed, watching TV, and they’re eating their way to the bottom of a quart of appallingly flavored ice cream (super-caramel-quadruple chocolate-chunk type stuff), and you keep sneaking glances. Because you’re amazed they’re comfortable enough around you to eat freely like this—or so you tell yourself. Their eyes are so glazed with distracted pleasure that maybe it didn’t even occur to them not to gorge themselves tonight, right in front of you.

Not gorging themselves like some kind of pig—no, it’s just, you both ordered a lot of takeout just a couple hours ago, and then they snacked on chips for a while, and then there was that candy bar they ate on a whim while you took out the trash, and now it’s a whole quart of ice cream. A whole quart. The more glances you sneak at them, the more you notice how their budding second chin peeks out when they chew. The more you notice that their bites seem hasty, as if tinged by some kind of distant, unconscious desperation.

You lean against them as if too tired to stay upright, reaching over them casually, letting one arm rest against their belly. It’s soft. It’s bigger. Not a big deal at all, you tell yourself for the millionth time.

And yet, you ponder their weight more. You’ve been pondering it incessantly. You can’t stop thinking about how they went to the mall two weeks ago without telling you, bought clothes a size up, and already were uncomfortably tugging and pulling on on every tight band and seam again. You can’t stop your thoughts from wandering to the idea of them sizing up again any more than your partner can stop their hands from opening another package of cookies.

“Ugh, this stuff is so good,” they mutter, swallowing the last bite, then closing the lid on the carton and setting it aside.

“Mm. I’ll buy more then,” you say without thinking. It’s fine if they size up again, after all. You’ll love them no matter their body type. Their happiness comes first. “I’m going to the grocery store anyway.”

A couple months later, going to the grocery store is not a chore to you, but a fun outing. You never used to even go down the junk food isles if you were by yourself, but now you scour them carefully. You place things in the cart you know your partner will like, and consider new brands and products they might like to try. It’s all so colorful and thrilling to actually buy. You tell yourself you might even try some of it and ignore the intrusive thought of your partner sneaking out of bed in the middle of the night again to binge on half the goodies themselves.

What niggles at you isn’t that you’re buying way too much junk food for your partner, who’s a little overweight now. It’s not as if they’ve told you to stop, or have implied they want to lose weight, or have said anything about any of it at all. That’s the thing: you’re in uncharted waters, and they haven’t told you a word about whether they fine with the way the tide was turning or whether they were actually really concerned that they were getting heavy and a little jiggly and they didn’t know what to do about it, let alone have the wherewithal to say, Honey, stop buying junk food. I’m getting fat.

Just the thought of the word makes you blush at the box of Fudge Covered Twinkies you’re holding. You quickly set them back on the shelf. Twinkies were practically the poster food for getting fat, right? Surely, your partner would suspect something, even though there wasn’t anything to suspect. You just know that they like food, particularly food that’s soft and sugary and addictive, and what better, cheaper food to comfort them with than Twinkies? No, it wouldn’t be good for their waistline, but you can already see their eyes fluttering closed at the taste—which was probably not even good, but that was hardly the point, was it?

Compromising, you buy a limited edition blue-stuffed brand of Twinkies instead, preparing an excuse that you thought the novelty of it was amusing and wondered if it was good.

But later that night, your partner eats six of them while you play video games and doesn’t mention the novelty of it at all. Your character dies stupidly and your partner laughs at you, belly jiggling as they do. You swallow, eyes fixating on their fat thighs. There’s no other word for them—they’re fat. Their thighs have gotten fat, just like their belly got fat, just like their hips and chest and arms and even their neck and face has been rounding out with so much chub. They were fat and they did eat like a pig, and all signs pointed to more weight gain. They were going to keep gaining weight, and when was it going to stop? When you finally decided enough was enough? When their doctor told them to take control? Yeah, so, you could imagine them awkwardly saying, coming home from the doctor, I guess I gotta lose weight. Maybe they would be holding a pamphlet on obesity or something, looking ashamed.

And maybe they would try at first. You would help. They’d exercise a little here and there, maybe only eat one Twinkie instead of six, maybe not ask for takeout so often. But it wouldn’t last. The second their will broke, yours would too. And you’d both be in bed, distracted by nothing but endless waves of pleasure that your sex life hadn’t known in a while, them leaning back against the headboard, eating every fattening thing you had to offer, which would be many, many, as many fattening things as they’d agree to swallow down like they glutton they were becoming.

“Babe?”

You blink.

“You okay?” they say with that chubby face of theirs, a face that said, I’ve been gaining so much weight, and you’re really aroused.

“I’m glad you like those,” you stutter. You look at the Twinkies box, and so do they. Your mouth keeps moving without forethought. “I’ll buy you more next time. Any other flavors you like?” You set down your controller and push your hand into their hair affectionately. Since they’re slouched, they look up at you, and you lower your hand to the back of their neck, touching the bulge of the fat there. “Want me to get you your favorite ice cream? I know you had a long day at work.” You stand and head for the kitchen, ignoring your partner’s confused ums and wells.

You open the freezer and get one of many ice cream quarts. Thanks to you, the fridge and freezer have been stuffed to the gills with crap, but you can’t regret it, not when it makes your partner look perpetually stuffed to the gills too. You get a spoon and sit down next to them again, brain fuzzy with want. “You’ll feel better when you finish this. By the time you do, I’ll finally finish this damn level.”

“I’m—I’m not…” But the look in their eyes is conflicted. “I’m not that hungry, really.”

You laugh. Your body is buzzing. “Please. With you, when you eat and when you’re hungry are completely unrelated. Let’s make it a competition! Finish before I do. Go!”

“What?”

You’re already starting the level over, thinking to yourself What the hell? Don’t make them eat if they don’t want to. Even if they do want to, even when they’re full, because they’re greedy and addicted, gonna get obese soon—

A minute passes, and they’re sitting up, belly folded in rolls on their lap, looking poised to either stand up and put the ice cream away or rip the lid off and devour it all.

“Eat it,” you say innocently, or try to. It mostly comes out like a pathetic attempt at sounding not-horny.

You glance over, and they still look conflicted, so you lean over and kiss them on their tubby cheek. “Go ahead,” you say, quieter. You meet their eyes. “Don’t you want to?”

They look taken aback now, flushed. All at once, they seem aware of their blubbery, overweight body, and they shift on the couch. You forget the game and lean in again, kissing them on the lips, then deeper as they lean into you. “I know you want to,” you whisper. You cup their fattened hip, squeeze it gently. “I bet you really want to.”

They’re blushing really hard now, gone shy and speechless. So you move closer to them, and since their head is lowered to avoid your eyes, you land a sweet peck on their bulging second chin. Then you peel off the lid of the carton, tear the plastic off, and push the spoon satisfyingly into the over-processed sugar that has been fattening your partner out of their clothes so well.

Despite their air of reluctance, they eat the spoonful you offer as if on instinct. They squirm with pleasure, and your breath hitches when their plump hand twitches out to take the spoon away from you when you don’t use it quick enough. You scoop them another bite. Then another. The room is quiet except for the game in the background and your rapidly beating heart. Their eyelids lower, and you murmur encouraging words to them. That’s it. It’s good, huh? Big bite... The experience seems no less momentous to them than to you, and so you keep going. Their eyes drift shut and so you guide their mouth to open at the right times. Eventually, your cooing gets bolder.

“I know how much you like this. Like eating. Eating a little too much.”

Their mouth pauses around the spoon, but their eyes don’t open. They swallow and wait for the next bite.

“And I know you get up in the middle of the night sometimes, just to eat,” you say. “Eat and eat until your clothes feel tight and your stomach’s queasy, right? You always come back to bed so uncomfortable, tossing and turning, panting a little. Holding back little burps. I wake up and all the junk food I bought is gone.”

Your partner leans into to your next spoonful, then takes it from you. Without meeting your eyes, they start eating from the tub themselves, at twice your pace. You smooth your fingers through their hair. Then rub a hand down their arm, which was now sausage-like with so much fat clinging to it. But it’s squishy, when you pinch it. No firmness anywhere you can see.

“I’m sure you know you’re getting big, baby. You’re getting big. But that’s okay.” You rub your hands over their belly, their hips, their rolls of back fat. “You just keep eating as much as you like.”

And after another pause, they nod.

#weight gain #fic #askbox prompts #genderless #reader feeder #nonbinary gainer

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epigstolary · 3 years

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Over the Edge

What kind of person actually enjoys being as fat as you are? Like, what clicked in your brain one day and made you think “Yes, I want to have a huge belly and a massive ass and fat hanging off every inch of my body. I want to eat as much and weigh as much as several other people combined. Nothing wrong with that idea at all.” I just don’t get it.

It’s not as if you just took your eye off the ball for a few months and got a little chubby, either. You actively chose to get huge. You worked hard to eat everything in sight, to stay lazy, to break through those plateaus when your body was trying to tell you to slow down. Most people are trying to look slim and toned like me; you, on the other hand, went looking for trouble.

Now you’re at a size where everything is a struggle. Do you ever look at yourself and think about how messed up that is? You have to use just about all of your strength to lift your hundreds of extra pounds of blubber out of a chair, or get help doing it. You have to waddle from room to room, fighting against your weight just to move while trying to control the fat shifting and jiggling all over your body just to stay balanced. You’re always some combination of out of breath, tired from exerting yourself, or trying to collect your energy for your next move. Every step you take and every single thing you do is negotiated with — no, dictated by — all that lard you carry around.

And the most fucked-up part is that you enjoy how it’s ruined you. Morbid obesity wasn’t enough for you; you craved getting so obscenely huge that you would be reduced to a pathetic pig dominated by your weight. Don’t think I don’t see you getting turned on when you collapse on the couch, completely winded after lumbering to the fridge and back. I’ve caught you playing with your chub or feeling how your rolls are trying to break through your tightening clothes more and more as time’s gone on. Nothing gets you off like submitting to that inner self-destructive glutton.

I don’t get it, and I don’t think I ever will. But it’s lucky for people like me that people like you exist. I don’t know what we would do if there weren’t fatties like you out there, aching to wreck themselves and get too fat to ever go back to a normal life. And the fact is, we need each other. There comes a time when you can’t go on without us, when having to get groceries or cook dinner or haul your bulk to the kitchen for yourself keeps you from growing any bigger.

This is a journey on which, eventually, you’ll be too fat to keep going on your own. But we’ll be there to keep you going down the path you’ve chosen for yourself, step by jiggling step. And when you waddle up to the precipice above the abyss of irreversible obesity, out of breath and bloated with lard beyond what even you imagined possible, we’ll be there too. Ready to give you that last, fateful shove over the edge.

Don’t look down.

#extreme weight gain #feeder fiction #gainerfiction #gaining #ssbhm #weight gain fiction #wg fiction #wg story #weight gain story

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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Not a request!! But just thiking about shinso watching you while you buy your vibrator, ofc hes in there looking for no pussy pockets to fuck but he just cant quit looking at you, you looked so “innocent” or “naive” trying to be descreet, him following you home and raping your cunt while using the new vibrator you just bought.

ahudssaduashiubfsd literally this concept has not left my mind since u sent it in AHHHHHH

(What to expect - ahhhh sex toys, noncon, dubcon, NSFW )

Cause yeah, it’s your first time in a sex shop, you’re flushed and a bit embarrassed and nervous. You’re pretty sure it’s obvious to the clerk that you’re a fumbling virgin, but you’re trying to be brave, and you want a vibrator, dammit!

You’ve heard so much about how good they feel, and you’re pent up and horny and you want to be able to get off in a few minutes rather than the 30+ it takes for you to orgasm with just your fingers.

A vibrator is just practical.

But ordering it online is intimidating, you can’t tell the sizes or feel the vibrations, so in-person shopping it is.

There’s just a few other people in the shop besides you, there’s music, it’s a nice atmosphere.

Shinsou takes one look at you when you timidly brush past him, and he’s smitten. He’s immediately plagued with what your face would look like when you cry, those big beautiful eyes filled with tears, a fat cock shoved down your throat. How you’d react to someone teasing you, someone edging you or denying you.

Would you pout? Would you be bratty and seductive?

Oh, but you’re so nervous, face aflame as you force yourself to look at all the various toys, there’s no way you aren’t a virgin. You’d be a mess while taking cock, overwhelmed and unable to do anything but gasp and moan.

Shinsou has to adjust himself in his pants.

He’s there for a pocket pussy, but he can’t tear his eyes off you.

“Looking for something specific?”

You jump at the sound of his voice - you even look cute when you’re scared.

“Uhm, yeah? I mean-well, kinda....” You can’t meet his eyes, can’t look at the toys, too shy and embarrassed by the phallic shapes and the glaring advertisements.

“This one feels really nice, I have one at home and it’s reliable and quiet.” Shinsou points to a wand, long with a bulbous vibrating ball at the tip. He knows it looks intimidating. “But if you’re a newbie... it’ll probably be too intense. You ever used stuff like this before?”

You blush even harder, the flush traveling down your neck while you shake your head, eyes shooting to the floor so you don’t have to look at the man, nor the toys.

“Hey, don’t be embarrassed, everyone starts somewhere.” He’s playing the part of helpful, experienced, good samaritan. Helping you out of the kindness of his heart.

He moves a bit, down the aisle, grabs a package from the wall. “This one might be more your speed. It’s less powerful.”

The purple haired man knows most of these products. He spends a lot of nights with one toy or another, is intimately acquainted with their different functions. Half the store clerks know him by name. Thinking about it, Shinsou could probably get some good money out of doing product reviews.

You take the package from his hands, fingers looking so short and little compared to his. No wonder you’re getting a toy, you can’t reach anything with those.

“Of course, that style is meant for penetration. You wanting something to go inside? Something thick like that?” He knows he’s pushing, but you’ve been open to his help so far.

You hurriedly push the package back towards the man, shaking your head with a blush on your cheeks.

Shinsou has to stop himself from chuckling, you’re just too cute.

He helps you pick out a flexible hand-held vibrator, one shaped like a pear and intended for external stimulation only. Gentle vibrations, a fun texture at the tip, it’s everything Shinsou thinks a virgin like you needs to enjoy themselves.

By the time you head up to the register, you seem more relaxed, able to look up a few times, talk in complete sentences.

Shinsou doesn’t want to let you go.

But it’s late, and you have to get home, and you politely decline his offer of him walking you at least to the bus (”It’s fine, I live just a few blocks from here.”). He wants to give you his phone number so you can text him when you get home, just in case you have any questions about the charging port - that always trips up beginners.

You turn down that offer as well.

Shinsou just shrugs it off, says he understands, and that he hopes you enjoy your new toy. He knows it’ll feel good.

When he steps up behind you at the counter, products in hand, you smile shyly at him before waving as you grab the small bag. The clerk raises her eyebrow at Shinsou once you head out the door.

“Pulling in the ladies while doing my job for me? Nice, dude.”

Shinsou smiles and shakes his head, just watches her scan the lube and condoms he’s purchasing.

It takes him a second to gather his wits when he steps out into the cool air. He’s still chubbed up in his pants, and he’s feeling a little irritated at how he went so far out of his way to help you, and you didn’t even show any appreciation.

He sees you on the sidewalk, humming along to the music in your earbuds as you stroll along.

An idea forms.

Shinsou finds his feet moving before he can even fully think it through, slow, measured steps following after you.

He’s gonna follow you home.

Strike right as you unlock your door, shove you inside before you know what’s happening, before you can scream.

Shinsou will show you how to use that vibrator, might have to gag your mouth so you don’t scream too loud when he makes you cum, but that’s okay. He’ll sit you in his lap and put his hands over yours and guide you in where to press the little vibrator in order to make your legs shake, to make your hips jump and your muscles tense.

There’s so many new sensations he can introduce you to, the numbing pleasure of an orgasm, the pleasant sting of overstimulation, the frustration in edging and the relief when you’re finally allowed to cum.

Maybe he could even convince you to letting him show you how it feels to have something inside your little cunt?

After all, he’s a gentleman - it’d be rude if he didn’t ask.

#shinsou #Shinsou hitoshi #yandere #Yandere bnha #yandere shinsou #yandere shinso hitoshi #yandere shinso x reader #hitoshi shinsou #dark shinsou #dark bnha

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ihatebnha · 3 years

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do you know that one tiktok of this lady showing off her nails and her hand is on top of her bf's bulge?? thats bakugou's gf <3

I actually dew naught know that tik tok (and couldn’t find it when I tried to look it up), but… HGNSHHSBDHHHHN :((

You gotta catch him on an off moment, when he’s feeling all calm and content sitting next to you. He knows you just got your nails done, but you don’t usually cause problems on those days, so he really just thinks nothing of it.

Sweats and tank top on, when you grab his bulge he really does wants to be mad, but seeing the camera and your concentrated, knowing smile… Bakugo just can’t be. Not only to save face and all your friends getting an earful of cuss words, but also because… you? Showing him off? Looking pretty while doing it??? YES, HE FEELS A LITTLE SMUG!

Esp since… yeah. He’s packing and it’s FAT!!! Def goes from chubbed up to a full blown stiffy in like… 10 seconds. Gotta be quick before he pounces on you after that… something about fluffing up his ego just makes him want to fuck you🙈

Honorable mentions: Kirishima who stares at you with wide eyes in shock before rewarding you for the treat… and Denki who suggests the idea himself. You try with Deku (BD King) and he’s not recovering for WEEKS.

#bakugo #yea idk if the dink is supposed to be hard but…#I TRIED #also u know I’m a supporter of short c*ck bakugo #but still… it’s thick and u can tell #u gotta GRIP not just hold on #I love calling peepees chubs :((#and I miss having nails but I’m poor rn #ask #anon #caitie post

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shineechubs · 3 years

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Ontae After work stuffing

Taemin came home after a long day since he'd been so busy with his schedule recently. He started getting a baby gut, as he found himself stress eating whenever he got home to his loving Onew hyung.

"You hungry Taemin? I already made dinner, cause you were working late." His hyung informed him.

"Ok, hyung thanks." The younger smiled as he walked tiredly to the kitchen, removing his heavy coat. As he removed the coat, some of his newfound chub could be seen pressing against his shirt that was about half a size too small by now.

"Oh and I made a pie, I'll get it from the fridge." The elder walked to the fridge and placed it on the table for Taemin.

"Oh, I don't know hyung, I'm really tired today. I think I'm going to wash and go to bed after this." He replied with a soft smile.

"Aww Taemin, you would feel much better if you would relax." He walked over and massaged the younger's shoulders. "I tried something new with it too, you might really like it." He smiled warmly at the boy.

Taemin knew his hyung put so much time into making the food for him, and felt guilty not to at least give it a try.

"Mm, ok hyung. I'll try it for you." He flashed a smile up at the elder, and began to eat.

Onew really knew how to cook, it was delicious. Taemin always found himself asking for seconds, or even thirds whenever he got home. The food was like a dopamine rush for him, and could always calm him down, tonight was no different.

The younger male found himself once again, eating, and in a bliss as he devoured all the different foods Onew had made for him.

"Mmh~ you're such an amazing chef hyung. I can never get enough." The happy maknae chuckled a bit, looking over to his hyung with his cheeks filled with food.

"Aw thanks Taemin. I can get some more out of the fridge if you need it." Onew informed the other male as he saw his plate almost empty.

Of course Taemin being the glutton he was getting to be these days couldn't refuse. "Yes hyung, I'd love that, thank you." He said polishing off the last of the first plate.

Taemin sighed lightly to himself starting to feel his chubby tummy press softly against his pants, he pushed his thumb in between his stomach and the pants, and tugged a little with his thumb to try loosening them some before Onew placed the next plate down in front of him.

Taemin scooted up closer in his seat as he licked his lips, ready to dig in. Even the smell was enough to make Taemin's mouth water. He immediately resumed eating after Onew handed him the fork.

A couple of involuntary moans escaped his plump lips, as he chewed and savoured the bite. He stuffed more into his full cheeks, and closed his eyes chewing quickly. Taemin unconciously put his dainty hand to his bloating stomach, and gently pressed his tiny fingers in the soft skin as he moaned quietly.

Taemin felt his belly expanding in his clothes as he filled himself with the food. As his stomach filled up it became more visible against his shirt. His round tummy pushed his shirt, forcing it to shape the food baby he was making as he gorged himself.

"It's nice to see you like it so much Taemin, hopefully you'll still have some room for the pie." Onew said smiling brightly noticing the younger's shirt looking a bit tight against his pudgy middle.

"I'm sure I'll still be hungry hyung, don't worry." Taemin spoke, muffled between big mouthfulls of the food.

The older just gave a gentle head nod and smile, watching the chubby male in front of him proceed to eat.

Taemin's tummy ballooned in his clothes, expanding tight against the fabric as it took on a much rounder shape as he started to bloat even further.

Taemin rubbed his chubby belly as he took the last bite, pushing his plate away.

"Mmh-" he moaned to himself as he leaned back a bit in his seat trying to shift and adjusts his tight shirt against his overstuffed belly. "Mmgh-" he grunted softly as he lifted his heavy tummy to unbuckle his pants. It bulged against the buttons of his pants when he got the belt off. "whew~ hyung can you pass me the pie?" Taemin exhaled tiredly, as he reached for the dish.

"Sure. I hope you really like it." The older smiled contently seeing their maknae enjoying his meal, and passed it to him.

Taemin opened up and put a big bite of the pie into his chubby cheeks. He loved it. Once he took the first bite, he was hooked, he swallowed it and quickly prepared for another. With each piece of the pie, he could feel it stretching his stomach, distending it further. "Mmhh~" the younger moaned as the tight fabric of his shirt pressed harshly against his growing tummy.

Onew eyed the maknae's tummy, noticing how big it was getting, while Taemin was stuffing himself with his food. The poor buttons of his pants barely hanging on, with his big heavy belly forcing it to stretch. He watched the male eating in front of him, and wondered if he should stop him. But he was so happy while eating, and his hyung couldn't take that away from him.

Taemin squirmed in his seat as he started to fill up completely with the pie. His overfilled stomach pushing heavily against his pants, straining the button. He kept eating and rubbed his the side of his oversized belly, whining a little as the buttons started digging in, he was so full, but the chubby maknae couldn't help himself as he kept stuffing himself with more of the pie. Taemin rested his tiny hand on top of his giant food baby as he panted, feeling it was difficult to breathe in his tight clothes, and with his big belly packed with all of the food.

"Hyung-" he belched and took the last remaining bite of the pie. "Ooo- I'm so...full~" he softly groaned and whined as he chewed and swallowed the rest of it. That was enough to burst his button as his oversized heavy tummy fell in his lap with a loud ping noise as it tore the fabric and sent the button flying across the room from the massive girth of his overfed stomach.

Onew thought it would be a good idea to help the younger male by unbottoning his pants for him. But as he went to do that, they snapped, revealing some of Taemin's big food baby.

"Oh-" the elder boy gasped lightly and walked over to the food stuffed younger. "You ate a lot, you ok?" He smiled and giggled gently, placing his warm hand on top of Taemin's binge belly.

Taemin groaned letting his head fall back on his chair. His stomach looked like he had swallowed a boulder, and quite frankly, it felt like it too. It was hard to the touch with all the food he stuffed in it. He didn't know how it managed to get so big as it sat heavily in his small lap. He was so full, it felt like he was going to pop if he ate even one more bite. Taemin whimpered at the discomfort in his very distended, and bloated stomach.

"Hyung, I think I ate a bit too much again." He smiled softly looking at Onew with a slight blush of embarrassment.

"It's ok, I'm happy you enjoyed everything so much." The older boy with brown hair replied as he stroked along the younger's massive bulging tummy.

Taemin let out a few burps as his hyung massaged his tight stomach, releasing some tension as he rubbed and pressed over the more taut parts of his belly.

"Oogh- hyung, that feels so good. Urp-" the maknae kept belching as the other male kept gently pressing and massaging his overstuffed belly.

Onew had gotten used to helping out Taemin after a big meal, it seemed to be the only time they really could ever relax together anymore. With Taemin's busy schedule, they seemed to be able to talk a lot less with eachother, so Onew deep down cherished these moments where they got a little closer to eachother and opened up like they used to do much more often.

"You're welcome Taemin. It's the least I can do since you always appreciate my cooking so much." He said with a warm smile on his face as he continued rubbing the maknae's stuffed tummy.

"Well I can't help it, you cook so well hyung." Taemin spoke tiredly and smiled up at Onew.

"Aw really? Thank you. I'll make more like that for you tomorrow, and I still have enough ingredients to make more of that pie again." Onew smiled wide as he spoke excitedly.

"That sounds so good but, I'm going to get so fat if I keep eating like this hyung heh." Taemin chuckled a bit, looking down at the overstuffed bloat in his lap.

"That's ok Taemin, I don't mind you putting on a little weight." His hyung said patting his jiggly tummy. "I think it's cute." He looked to Taemin sweetly.

"Oh, you think so hyung?" Taemin felt his cheeks turn rosy again when his hyung complimented his weight gain.

"Why not? It doesn't bother me at all, as long as you're happy." He nodded his head and smiled reassuringly.

"Thanks hyung. I guess I have gotten a bit rounder in the middle." The stuffed male chuckled a little and looked down to his big bloated belly. "Or maybe a lot." He smiled shyly and softly patted the top of his pooching belly.

Onew nodded his head. "But it's ok Taemin, I'll love you no matter what size you are. Here." He held his hand out for Taemin to take. "If you need any help." He offered.

The older had seen the maknae squirming in his seat earlier, and he knew how difficult it was for the younger to move when he stuffed himself like this, which was becoming quite frequent these days. This was the biggest he'd seen him though, his belly was distended almost into the middle of his lap. It stretched so much from all of the food packed tight into his tummy. He was surprised the other could even eat that much.

Looking at Taemin's bulging tummy, he could see he was developing little stretch marks on the sides.

Taemin took the elder boy's hand and grunted as the food shifted. His stomach was so heavily overstuffed with food, it made him tired and breathless.

"Thanks hyung." He muttered out breathily, and put his small hand under his big stomach for support as it stuck out and drooped a little from all the weight. Taemin rubbed the side of his tummy and hiccuped as it gurgled some.

His hyung smiled hearing his cute tiny hiccup. "Should I help you to the bed?" He asked attentively holding Taemin's arm to help him.

"That would be nice hyung, I'm really tired." Taemin said through a deep sigh.

Taemin waddled a little as he walked, there was a subtle jiggle to his belly with every step. Some small quiet grunts could be heard as he struggled to walk a bit with his highly distended midsection.

"You alright?" Onew kept checking in on the young male as they walked down the hall. Taemin almost appeared pregnant from the massive food baby he was carrying in his overfed stomach.

Taemin nodded his head and continued walking slowly into the bedroom. His stomach stuck out much further than he was used to, making him somewhat unsteady on his feet. Taemin held his big round boulder belly as he took heavier footsteps from it weighing him down.

When they reached the bed, Taemin was almost pinned down by his giant tummy as he sat on the bed. "Oof-" The maknae grunted. "I think I really overdid it this time hyung. Ugh- I'm stuffed." he whined breathlessly as he let himself fall back on the bed. The male's overstuffed bulb of a stomach kept grumbling and gurgling as he layed there pinned down by it's weight and size.

"I hear your stomach, nothing some rubs won't fix." Onew smiled, giggling gently, and taking a seat beside the younger male. He placed his hand on Taemin's bloated gut and carefully rubbed circles in his orb belly.

Taemin chuckled softly, his chubby abdomen heaving up and down some while he chuckled. He really appreciated Onew for being around, and loved when he gave him belly rubs. "You're the best hyung." He spoke softly and watched his hyung stroking his full tummy for a moment.

Onew smiled softly and kept looking at Taemin's tummy massaging it gently, being sure to mash the parts that needed more pressure. "Oh, thanks Taemin." He giggled shyly. "That really means a lot to me." The older said quietly with a soft smile.

"It's true, I wouldn't ask for anything more." Taemin smiled and giggled lightly, closing his eyes as he relaxed.

There was a silence for a while as he continued soothing the younger's packed belly. When he finished they both enjoyed eachother's company as they layed on the bed together and talked late into the night, giggling and cuddling until they fell asleep.

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complet-sur-ince · 3 years

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Doing this all now cause I’m bored and hungry lol

1. GW 160lbs cause I gained hella weight

UGW 132

I was a 00 in Hollister at 145-155 lolz

2. 5’8” sometimes I wish I was short to be small and cute instead of a giant tower but nothing I can do about it 🤷‍♀️

My fav thinspo- she looks like me and when I’m at my LW my chest bones show like this

4. Greatest fear about weight loss is I will gain it all back AGAIN

5. Fuck yeah I’m doing it for me I am so sick and tired of being a big fat fuck

6. No I do not binge. I guess I kind of had a mini binge yesterday but not really. I was just mindlessly eating watching tv but that was my choice. And it was all I had for the day so I was okay with it. Gerber Cheetos are bomb lol

7. No they don’t care. I don’t see them often.

8. I don’t really have much of a routine, just get in as many steps and crunches as possible. I like to clean to burn calories. Also I lift weights every couple of days to keep my metabolism up.

9. Literally my whole life. I was always bullied for being fat up until I lost like 110 lbs and then everyone was oh you’re too skinny and then I got fat again lolz 😭😭

10. I gave up purging. That was definitely the hardest.

11. Idk all of edtumblr lol

12. Coffee coffee coffee salad chickpeas cooked veggies I eat a lot of frozen kids snacks aha

13. I’m losing weight so 🤷‍♀️

14. 132 by next summer

15. I’m not vegan or vegetarian. I was for a while but it’s hard because I have a family to cook for. I do eat and make a lot of tofu and vegetarian/vegan meals.

16. When I was like 10 aha

17. Definitely have an eating disorder

18. Cheese

19. I haven’t had fast food in forever I have no idea

20. Favorite diet is the K pop sweet potato one but really I don’t follow anyone’s diets anymore

21. 8/10

22. I went from my HW 252 to LW 143 and then I was hospitalized, gained a shit ton- moved- lost a ton- quit smoking- gained a ton

23. I think the media plays a role in everyone’s desire to lose weight. That’s kind of their thing. Make fun of everyone at a healthy weight, criticize everyone who drops below. It’s a never ending battle of too fat/too thin.

24. Pro ana/pro Mia make me feel kids are romanticizing their own eds and projecting it onto others

25. I have. I was addicted for a long time. I actually started purging well before my ed. It started because I would take robitussin to trip. If you puke after it works better and you don’t feel sick. Disgusting.

26. I will fit in my old clothes omg YASSS

27. I hate it but I’m around it all the time

28. Fuck yes I want that gap. And I know I can get one because I’ve had it. It starts to show around 160/165 lbs. I can’t wait to have that back. Pants last longer/no chub rub/ crossing legs with ease/ looking gorgeous in any bottoms hell yeah

29. My definition of beauty? Skinny

30. Facts- I need to lose weight-

#low cal ana #tw #i want to be skiny #thiispo #tw ed content #ana weightloss #model thin #ed relapse #thin inspo #notprojusttags

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hellhoundsprey · 3 years

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For Jack's birthday - how about sweet little virgin boy (or maybe he's dark and twisted and needs to take it out on someone, I'm up for anything) decides to lose it on his birthday. And... Dean's a sex worker maybe? Unless we need something based in canon in which case I'll gladly send in something else 😉

Who says you can’t be dark and twisted AND a virgin?

Warnings: sex work, unsafe sex, stealthing

Tags: alternate universe – no powers, first time, top!jack, bottom!dean

Jack closes the door behind them.

‘Dean’ strolls right to the bed to unzip his jacket. He cracks the window and pulls the curtains closed. ‘Dean’ throws Jack a smile. Professional as it may be, it’s a good look on him.

Jack smiles back. His hands are clasped behind him, sandwiched between his ass and the door. His heart jackrabbits and the rush of his blood can’t quite decide what body part to prioritize.

So, this is it. Finally.

‘Dean’ takes off his jacket and hangs it over the back of the single chair. “So.” Dean inspects the room from where he stands, checks his watch. “Here we are. One hour.”

“One hour.”

“One hour.” Dean sets his watch. He peers up at Jack through the thicket of his girl-long lashes. His lips purse. He’s gorgeous. “A lot can happen in an hour.”

Jack is too excited to reply. It doesn’t seem necessary. Dean comes over to him and drags his cold hand over Jack’s shoulder, down Jack’s arm. Plucks his hands free from behind him and squeezes them, stands tall and beautiful and thick in front of Jack—the manifestation of all of Jack’s fantasies, really. Clearly a sign.

“Nervous? I was nervous,” admits Dean. Half a wink. “Been some time, but I remember just fine.”

Jack says, “Undress me?” and didn’t mean for his voice to rise in the end. But the corners of Dean’s eyes crinkle soft with his smile and he does as requested. Jack’s denim jacket. Jack’s sweater.

“This okay?” Dean’s fingertips pause on the buckle of Jack’s belt. Jack nods. His face is hot.

Dean is close enough that Jack can feel and taste his breath: mint and coffee and booze. The cold of his skin from standing outside for hours on end. A car pulls out of the parking lot in front of their motel room. Jack can hear the rain hitting the asphalt.

Jack’s, “Can I kiss you?” is met with Dean, nudging their mouths together. Jack’s breath stumbles. His first time kissing someone who is not his dad. Dean’s shave is just unclean enough for Jack to be aware of the rasp of stubble against his own, smooth skin.

Dean opens Jack’s jeans. Lifts Jack’s tee up his stomach and ends their kissing with a last, firm smooch before he pulls back to get rid of that shirt for good. Despite the ajar window, the room is overheated. Jack shivers for different reasons.

Hands on Dean’s chest; feeling. Squeezing. Dean chuckles knowingly.

“Touch all you want. Dealer’s choice.”

Dean kisses him again. Slides his hands around Jack’s hips and pushes into the back of Jack’s boxers, holds and pets him. Jack’s dick throbs against his leg. He tiptoes to better press against Dean’s mouth.

“Someone’s been waiting on this, huh?”

Jack nods, gulps. Dares to put his hands on Dean’s face and it’s Dean who starts walking them backwards, towards the bed. The room is small and the distance negligible. Dean hums against Jack’s mouth. Jack gets his jeans and underwear pushed down his ass, down his thighs. Dean grabs Jack’s ass again—easy, with the size of his hands.

“What do you need, sweetheart? Wanna take the edge off, first? My hand or my mouth, maybe?”

Jack heats with hearing all that. That it’s him who is asked, but also in general. He’s…yes, all of it, everything. He wants it all. Wants Dean to teach him everything, show him what he can do… “I—yes?”

Dean chuckles. He spreads Jack’s ass just enough to be able to rub down his crack, touch his asshole. Jack shudders—Dean wraps his other hand around Jack’s cock and squeezes before he strokes. So so different from how Jack does it to himself, wrong way around and not his own hand, and it’s... Oh, that’s what Dean meant by edge. Jack flushes for the embarrassing noise he can’t hold back on and Dean tuts, kisses him some more.

“You’re all right. Let me take care of you.”

Jack holds onto Dean’s shirt, Dean’s flanks. He’s so firm underneath his clothes; Jack wants all that, too, to see and touch and kiss—Dean twists his hand and Jack groans it’s so good. Dean goes from petting Jack’s asshole to roaming up his stomach, his chest, to thumbing and then plucking on his nipple. Jack chases the touch, gets a chuckle.

“Sensitive all over, aren’t we, Jack?”

Jack moans. Tugs Dean’s shirt out of his jeans. “Can you…? Please?”

Dean lets go of Jack in favor of stripping out of his top. A single thick pendant dangling from a black leather string rests on his bare chest, and Jack realizes how there are freckles here, too—milky-light skin not much different from his own. He drags his hands over the newfound plane, gets a feel for how soft and warm exactly Dean is. No six-pack. Jack isn’t into those, anyway.

“Like what you see?” Dean smiles, gets his hand back on Jack’s cock. “Hm, yeah, you do. You think about this a lot? Kissing other dudes? Looking at each other naked?”

Jack mumbles, “Yes,” and licks his lip, can’t stop staring. Dean jacks him confidently, perfectly.

“You tell me when you’re close, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Awesome. Okay.”

Dean pushes Jack backwards so he can sink to his knees between Jack and the bed. Can rub his available hand up-down Jack’s thigh. Can ask Jack:

“You ever done this?”

Jack shakes his head, beet-red. He’s seen videos, of course. So many videos.

But nothing compares to—having it done to you. To watch Dean closing his eyes and leaning in and—wrapping his lips around Jack’s cock, held steady by the base with his skilled fingers. Dean takes him halfway down in one swift push, engulfs Jack in hotwetsoft and Jack gasps, shocked with how good it is, and the drag out is just as intoxicating. Dean suckles the tip and bats his lashes, peers up at Jack and Jack moans, didn’t expect to be watched. Dean chuckles around Jack’s cock and goes back down on it. Swallows it whole. Oh, gosh.

Jack’s hands can’t help but dig into Dean’s hair and hold on. Push him in, off, both—too much and not enough at the same time, making Jack’s balls draw tight and tingle. His cock fattens further in the confines of Dean’s beautiful throat. Dean lets him move his hips, lets him pump in and out of his mouth on his own accord. Jack groans, widens his stance. Oh, this won’t take long. Not long at all.

Dean reaches around to play with Jack’s asshole some more, and that’s that. Jack holds Dean’s skull firm and presses in, locks his hips—Dean startles, tries to pull back, but Jack is strong enough to keep him right where he is. Jack watches—fascinated, blurrily—how Dean struggles, how his face scrunches up and starts to go red. Jack lets him up once he’s done shooting down his throat. Dean gulps for air and coughs wetly.

Dean wipes his messy mouth and chin with the back of his hand. “Jesus, I said…! Not cool.”

Jack doesn’t tell him sorry. He huffs and grabs his cock instead, kneads the lingering swell of it. Dean’s spit makes the drag perfect, makes Jack’s toes curl inside his sneakers. Besides a small glare, Dean doesn’t protest getting Jack’s dick stuffed back into his mouth.

“On the bed. Take off your jeans.”

Again, “Jesus,” and a glint in Dean’s eye when he adds, “Bossy,” and then that grin again, wild and beautiful and Jack smiles back, bites his lip.

Jack climbs the bed, rids himself of the remnants of his outfit and watches Dean peeling himself out of his skin-tight jeans. He’s bare underneath. He toes off his boots, his socks. Dean crawls after Jack, hovers on all fours.

“This what you had in mind? Yeah?”

Jack nods, pleased. Rubs Dean’s skin again, the baby-flush on his tits and the lightest sheen of sweat. Dean licks his puffed lips. Watches Jack’s face with lidded eyes.

“You still sure you want to…?”

Small, “Yes,” and Jack’s cock struggles to get ready again in his own grip. “Can I… Can I maybe suck you, too? To see what it’s like,” and Dean kisses him for that, licks fat into his mouth. Pushes himself up and kneels forward until he’s straddling Jack’s shoulders. Geez, his thighs. His pretty, fat cock.

Only chubbed, not fully there yet. Dean works himself rough but lets Jack take over. Lets him get a feel, get mesmerized by how thick he is, here, too. Cut, like Jack. Dean leans back to brace all his weight onto his hands. Sighs, relaxes. Lets Jack tease him full. Or, full enough.

Dean hums, “Easy,” when Jack tugs him forward, cranes his neck to get his lips on Dean’s cock. Dean cups the back of Jack’s head to support his neck and Jack laves his tongue around Dean’s glans—prods at the slit and closes his lips and pushes on, lets it poke into his mouth, pillow against his tongue. It’s—he likes this. He didn’t doubt he would. “Fuck. You have a cute mouth. You know that?”

Jack hums. Keeps exploring and circles his tongue, fucks at Dean’s frenulum. He imagines him growing fatter for it. Jack’s fist strokes the many inches his mouth can’t get to just yet.

Soft, “Fuck,” from above. Jack’s available hand gets plucked off Dean’s thigh, gets circled and pressed down below, fingers against Dean’s…! Jack’s fingers stiffen and rub eagerly. “There you go,” and a hitch to Dean’s hips when Jack sinks one finger inside—it’s all soft and slick already, well-used and ready for Jack. Jack’s cock surges for that idea—that either Dean’s had other customers before him today or that he just keeps himself available like this constantly. Jack stuffs a second digit next to the first and Dean gasps, purrs his chuckle. “Fuck. Greedy kid,” he jokes, without an ounce of an idea how right he is.

Jack wants. Jack craves.

Dad doesn’t know where Jack is right now, because of course Jack is at school, of course Jack wouldn’t skip class and fake Dad’s signature and cash out the savings account Jack’s grandparents started for him years ago. It’s Jack’s birthday. Jack is old enough to make his own decisions.

Dean’s asshole sucks at his fingers like his mouth did mere minutes ago. Clings to them soft and needy and Jack will put his cock in there, next, and it will feel so so good, better than he imagined it would be—so dirty, with another guy, but Jack always knew he’d prefer this. That when he laid eyes on Dean the first time, driving past that alley with Dad who insisted on hurrying it up, this part of town is no good news, Jack, and Jack understood that he could just purchase Dean’s time, buy him for a while, that his mind was already made up.

Jack churns his fingers in and up, pumps them steady with Dean’s cock shuddering in his mouth. Dean groans and lets him, rolls his hips just-so—careful, subtle, because this is for Jack, not for himself. Jack is paying him for this. Jack gets to call the shots.

“Can we put it in, now? Please?”

Dean snickers. “Good to go already? Wow. To be young again…!”

Jack demands, “Sit on it,” and Dean nods with gentle, practiced compliance. Dean grabs the travel pack of lube and one of the condoms he tossed onto the bed before getting rid of his jeans. He rips both open. Jack makes a face as Dean rolls the condom over his dick for him.

Dean slathers the lube on Jack’s wrapped cock and straddles him again. Holds it steady with one hand and slowly sinks down on it—it goes in without struggle, just like it did with Dean’s mouth, and Jack’s hands fly to Dean’s hips. Jack gasps and lifts his ass off the bed to get more, deeper—Dean chuckles and allows it, can let go of Jack to stem both hands into the mattress next to Jack’s head instead, balance his weight.

“Good?” Dean smirks. Jack moans. Grinds them together, up into Dean’s tight, perfect body. Dean hums, obviously enjoys himself. He’s crushing, swollen-hot inside—Jack’s cock parts the slick walls of his insides anew on each stroke, forces him back open every time. Bottomless. Jack can’t get enough of it. “I’ll start moving now, all right?” and Jack falters, confused, until—Dean moves.

Lift and drop of his ass, circles of his hips, knocking Jack’s cock around inside him. Flexing inside and milking at Jack, and Jack can’t splutter fast enough, “W-wait,” before he’s already coming, shuddering apart inside someone. Jack’s eyes roll and Dean laughs low, kisses Jack’s mouth, his face, his chin.

“Still a good fifty minutes to go, bud. No worries, you’re getting your money’s worth.”

Jack can’t protest or do much than submit to Dean’s kisses and touches. Still buried inside him with the condom now slippery from inside and Jack’s cock so sensitive every nudge and clench of Dean’s insides makes him jump. Dean coos at him. Pets his throat for him; his chest. Sucks on Jack’s earlobe, on Jack’s clavicle. Jack closes his eyes. Dean’s weight holds him down effortlessly. It’s—nice.

Jack sighs. Dean smells nice. The bed does, too. Clean. The lube. The latex. Jack’s come laced into Dean’s hot breath.

Jack wants to ask him—so many things. How long he has been doing this kind of work. If he likes it. What his most and least favorite parts are. What kind of music he likes. If that one time Jack spotted him in church was an accident and why Dean even went there in the first place (why he doesn’t go anymore). But: fifty minutes left. Jack’s paid for sex, this time.

“I want to do it from behind.”

Dean chuckles, grinds his hips. Jack grunts, squeezes him in an attempt to keep him still—uselessly so. “You’re overworking that poor dick, kid. Gotta let him breathe for a minute. Why don’t you lay back, let me spoil some other parts for a change?”

Jack reluctantly agrees. His load drips out of the condom once Dean pulls him out. Dean cleans him, discards the condom. Kisses and nuzzles Jack’s clean, floppy dick before he moves lower to mouth at Jack’s balls. Jack groans—they’re not any less sensitive than the rest of his junk. His knees draw up and out on their own, though. He keeps his dick in his hand just to protect it from Dean’s eager mouth.

Dean gets comfy on his stomach and goes to town on Jack’s balls. It’s nice, yes, but Jack would rather…! But he has to get hard again first, somehow, so he’s all out of ideas. Dean’s laps and kisses travel lower and lower until he’s making out with Jack’s asshole, and that is… Oh, that is good. Really good.

“You like that?”

Jack nods, groans. Squeezes his dick; wills it hard, hurry it up.

Dean hums. Laps at Jack’s hole again. “I can put something in here if you want. My fingers…my cock…!”

“No, just…” Jack huffs. Tugs harder on his dick. “Just—keep going. Get me hard again.”

Dean scoffs. Spreads Jack’s hole with his thumbs. “Sure thing.”

Doesn’t take much longer until Jack is hard enough to consider it ‘enough’. He nudges at Dean’s head. Dean complies, moves. On all fours, his ass towards Jack and the headboard, he’s—geez, he’s stunning. Waxed bare and freckled here, too. He shakes his ass and grins over his shoulder, dips his chest lower into the bed.

“C’mon,” he teases. Jack watches Dean’s hand grabbing his own cock, stroking it sweet and firm. “Like that? That’s what you wanted, right?”

“Yes.” Jack sits up. Kneels up behind Dean.

Dean gasps as Jack thumbs his cock into him without preamble. “Jesus, wait—!” No condom. Just the slick inside Dean.

“No,” says Jack, and bottoms out. “I’ll pay extra,” he adds, and Dean’s fury falters a little for that but he’s still not convinced. Not that he necessarily has to be. Jack pulls him back by his hips and churns his dick deep, makes Dean’s tense breath thud out of him—his pretty face is flushed from the position, from the humiliation of a high schooler telling him what to do. How to do his job.

“It’s…” Dean groans for the next thrust. His eyes slide smaller. His asshole wrings tight around the base of Jack’s bare cock. Dean licks his lip. He’s still stroking himself. “It’s not gonna be cheap.”

“That’s okay.”

Jack makes him stay ass-up after he’s done loading him up. Makes him push Jack’s come back out so Jack can finger it back in, watch Dean’s asshole bloom and shudder and take whatever it’s given, how it swallows it all like a greedy mouth. Dean groans. He hasn’t come a single time and his dick is going soft yet again, irrelevant between his legs. Jack drags his tongue over the gape of Dean’s hole and tastes—lube, and ass, his own come. Moves deeper, to Dean’s audible delight, to suck at Dean’s balls. The underside of Dean’s cock. It swells under the attention. Jack nurses on Dean’s frenulum, that tight little bundle of skin right underneath the head—Dean groans, wriggles back against Jack’s face for that.

“You sure you don’t want me to fuck you, kid?” Sounds desperate. Jokingly, but desperate.

“Not this time,” admits Jack, his hand now milking Dean’s cock upside-down.

“Oh? There will be a next time?” Dean’s chuckle rumbles low. His asshole keeps mouthing at nothing and Jack stuffs his thumb inside just to give it something to work with. Dean groans like it feels good. “Jesus, kid. Killin’ me.”

Jack smiles. Keeps working him.

Eventually, soft: “You’re gonna make me blow if you keep that up…”

“That’s the plan.”

“Jesus… Jesus, are all kids your age this filthy? Did I miss something?”

“Shut up and let me get you off,” and that works.

Dean shifts cute in the sheets. His cock leaks wet in Jack’s fist and is all swollen and heavy with blood, every vein popped and tangible. Jack rubs his thumb over every single one of them, teases around the flared edge of the head, makes Dean growl into the sheets. Two fingers up his ass, massaging Jack’s load in deep. Jack licks his lip. His dick flinches but he’s too sore. No way he can get it up again. It doesn’t matter too much.

“Come,” orders Jack. “I want to see you do it. Come on my hands, Dean.”

With a tremble and a groan, Dean does.

He draws up inside, crushes Jack’s fingers—Jack adds a third despite the pressure to bang it soft again while Dean’s cock throbs hard in his grip, shoots thick into the bed.

“Fuck, fuck…!”

“You’re not done,” warns Jack. Keeps moving his hands. “All of it. Give it to me.”

Dean eventually grabs Jack’s wrist, trembling and panting and telling Jack no, for real, you’re killing me, and Jack scowls but does let up on him. Again, “Jesus,” and Jack’s stomach knots mean and he’s this close to reprimanding Dean for cursing so much. He’s too dizzy and sated and frustrated all at the same time, though. Too distracted by the lazy flop of Dean’s body, the way he squirms into the sheets like a sack of flour and just stays that way. He can’t be that old. Younger than Dad, for sure. “Gimme a minute… Phew.”

A minute turns into five. Into ten.

“We can shower together,” offers Dean. Jack declines. Jack goes by himself.

Dean consoles him. Talks about yeah, see how I told you you’re gonna burn yourself out? “I mean, I can’t blame you.” Dean smirks, winks; still naked, hugging Jack close. “I’m quite the motivation, huh?”

While Dean showers, Jack peels out the money from his backpack. He counts it and fans it out on the nightstand. Dean’s eyes dart towards it first thing once he’s back in the room.

Jack put his clothes back on and smiles up at Dean from where he sits on the edge of the (haphazardly re-made) bed. “Extra, like you said.”

“Hm.” Dean comes over, only a towel around his hips. He picks up the money to count, smacks his lips. He holds his hand out towards Jack without looking at him. “Another hundred.”

Jack gives him another hundred. Dean rolls up the money and stuffs it into his jeans’ pocket.

“So,” he says as he proceeds to wriggle into his jeans, “you mentioned a next time?”

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chubbology · 3 years

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Inertia

prompt: a man gains weight trying to get his ex-girlfriend back, but goes way too far and gets addicted to gaining

He hadn’t gone to the gym even once in ages.

After a year of singlehood, he wasn’t ashamed to admit anymore that he’d only really gone in the first place to impress women. Ironic, of course, since his ex had never been more than vaguely dissatisfied about his gym habit.

When they first started dating, he had love handles he hated and his thighs had been too thick. He assumed she dated him despite these flaws. Only after he lost weight to please her did he find out that it was his chub that caught her eye. It was bigger guys she was into. It was a lot of miscommunication. A lot of insecurity on his part, since what her preferences meant was that she wanted him to be a little heavy, and he couldn’t possibly accept that with his society-ingrained doctrines about attractiveness.

But those doctrines meant fuck-all now; he was eating a double cheeseburger in his car, helping it down with an orange soda, thinking about dessert. He was wondering if she’d be proud of him now that he’d gained thirty pounds. He wondered if she’d look at him with half-lidded eyes like she used to, if he put on another thirty. Fifty. Whatever.

His phone buzzes. He sits up straighter, belly swelling a little into his lap. It’s her.

Hey. My friend needs to sell her two tickets. I know it’s your favorite band. Interested?

The next text was a link to an information page about an upcoming concert. He’d been so disconnected lately, he hadn’t even heard about it.

Even though he wasn’t actually all that interested, he replied that he was, and they set a date to meet up the next week. Shit. He looked down at himself. If she were someone else, she might be repelled. But she wasn’t someone else…

He was hit with a brilliant, maybe brilliantly stupid, idea. It’s execution began with going right back through the drive thru.

In the days leading up to seeing his ex again, he ate almost constantly. Since he was only doing freelance online at the moment, his work didn’t get in the way of this. He let himself eat whatever he wanted, in amounts three times what his body craved. He pushed himself to a state of being constantly past full. She liked fat guys? Fine. Even if she still didn’t want anything to do with him, he wanted her to see what he could have been, if he hadn’t been such a gym-rat douchebag. If he’d let himself become a lazy, docile boyfriend like she wanted instead, weak and overweight.

It was hard, gaining a lot of weight in a week. The number on the scale didn’t go up as much as he expected, even though he’d eaten enough calories to gain twenty pounds at least. He compensated by showing up to their meeting spot wearing clothes that tightly hugged his body, which now had a good forty-ish pounds of fat clinging to it. Looking in the mirror before he left, he’d almost seen what she was into. His ass had gotten kind of wide and dumpy, but in a sexy way?

He was all nerves when she showed up looking healthy and cute and indifferent about him, holding the tickets in her hands. Almost indifferent. She definitely gave him a once-over, when she thought he wasn’t looking. He could tell she bit the inside of her lip.

“Well,” she said, meeting his eyes fearlessly. Were her cheeks a little red, or was that wishful thinking? “I’ll see you.”

“Really?” he blurted. “Kinda miss hanging out.”

She smiled and turned to leave. “Maybe.”

He went home and binged hard.

In contrast to how he grew too slowly in the week before meeting up with her, in the weeks afterward, he gained weight doubletime. Fat rounded him out as easy as if he were a swiftly filling water balloon, engorging his thighs and belly and ass and hips wide and heavy. He ate compulsively as his appetite skyrocketed, as cravings crushed his will to restrain himself. His budget was thrown out of whack as he spent his savings on pantry loads of unhealthy food. His clothes stretched and seams snapped as he struggled to fit in his largest clothes. He shopped in the plus sized section first for comfort, then by necessity.

All the while he could only think: I wished she was watching.

He started imagining her with him. In the car as he ate fast food. At the store as he bought new clothes. Walking beside him as he forced himself to get exercise.

“Slow down, big guy.” “No, I think you need one size bigger.” “Sweating already? You’re so out of shape.”

Why did he like it? Imagining her mocking him? Teasing him? Eyeing his body, fleshy and overfed.

The next time she texted, it was late at night, and his eyes were glazed watching television, eating huge spoonfuls of that miracle drug called Nutella. His belly swelled out of his shirt. His breasts and face were puffy. According to the numbers he punched into Google, he had long crossed the threshold of obesity.

How was the concert?

He stared at the words. This was it. Maybe his only chance. He replied: Didn’t go after all. Been feeling off lately.

To his (very manly) delight, this prompted more questions, and it became clear she wanted a real conversation. Was she thinking of him? Missing him like he missed her? He thought out every response with the careful focus of a rocket scientist. He wasn’t going to mess this up.

He didn’t seem to, and they texted into the early hours of the morning, catching up. Finally, finally she asked to meet up with him again, and - feeling more eager, a little reckless - he tapped out a disclaimer. Or to her, hopefully: motivation.

Just so you aren’t shocked when you see me, I’ve put on weight since I bought those tickets from you. I’m not sensitive about it or anything, but it’s a lot. So here’s a fair warning.

He held his breath as he waited for her reply. Held his breath. Held it…

Oh. Really?

Like before, they set a time the following week. This time, to get coffee. No big deal.

He knew he had more than fulfilled his little scheme of putting on weight to catch her attention, and he could push the breaks now, but he felt helpless against his inertia. At this point, he’d cultivated half a dozen habits that had his weight steadily rising, and he couldn’t just turn them off. If he so much as thought of eating less, his whole body seized up in fearful anticipation and unhappiness, and he found himself cramming a couple moonpies into his mouth just to calm down.

He gained another six pounds between their text conversation and their coffee date. He felt so out of control, so out of shape, so out of line with the standards of popular society that he felt oddly…free. In a way, he felt free of anxious self-consciousness as he heaved himself out of his car and waved at her through the coffee shop window. She was sitting in a corner at a table for two. Despite his warning, she looked a little shocked.

When he sat down across from her, his huge ass hanging off the ends of the seat, she appeared to inhale deeply. Her expression was inscrutable.

“You weren’t kidding,” she said.

Blushing, he supposed he deserved a bit of tactlessness, for the tactless way he broke up with her. “What? Oh. Yeah, no. I wasn’t.”

She sipped her coffee, eyes flicking between his flabby chest and his flabby face. In a low tone that no one else would hear, she said, “What happened? For you to get fat as fuck.”

He opened his mouth and closed it. This wasn’t how he was expecting this to go. “Well. I’ve been working from home, stressed out. I let myself go and…” He trailed off when he realized her eyes were cold. No - so hot they seemed cold, like his shower water when turned to the highest setting.

“Is this because of me?” she asked, cutting to the chase. She crossed her legs, now openly surveying him. “Did you decide it was okay to gain a hundred pounds because you thought I’d be into it?”

He was speechless. He swallowed.

“Well? Do you want me back that badly? Ever since I saw you last time, all chubbed out, I’ve been thinking maybe I should give you a second chance.”

“Um.”

“But I don’t know…” She shrugged, but a smirk was hiding just behind that indifferent frown, and he wanted. He wanted her forgiveness, whatever that meant. “How about you gain a hundred more and we’ll go on a real date? Sound good? You’re not the only fat guy out there.”

She was full-on grinning now, and he missed her little games like this. He could play them, too.

“Maybe, but I bet I’m the only guy who’s gotten this fat for you,” he said. She was immediately affected by this, and he licked his lips. “You really want to wait to see me a hundred pounds bigger than this, or do you want to stick around to watch?”

Even quieter, she said, “You saying you like gaining weight? How convenient.”

So she still doubted him. He put out his hands for her to see. “Just look. Look at how fat my hands are. I can’t…” And finally his composure cracked a little. “I can’t stop. I couldn’t stop if I wanted. Even if you never talk to me again, I’m gonna gain weight.”

Any playfulness was gone now from her. She looked like she wanted him, too. “Hmm. Maybe we should go before you break that poor chair, huh?”

He blushed again. God, he was getting docile. “I’m not that bad,” he muttered. But she gave him a cruel grin. She hadn’t entirely forgiven him. “You will be.”

And he knew then: he was doomed. He was already a little bit into his own heaviness, and she was going to take that feeling and amplify it tenfold. She was going to enable every bad habit he had, watch him flounder under his increasing size and become weaker under layers and layers of fat until he could barely lift a two pound dumbbell.

He knew she wanted this to happen, and maybe he’d broken up with her before because he’d been afraid.

But he wasn’t anymore.

“Let’s go then,” he said.

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epigstolary · 3 years

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A Growing Problem

Sweetheart... we need to talk. I know weight is a sensitive subject, and I hope you know I never want to hurt your feelings, but... well, this has been on my mind for a long time, and I just don’t think it can wait any longer.

Your size is really starting to worry me, frankly. Don’t think it’s your appearance — you’re still cute as ever, and you’ve been getting thicker ever since we moved in together, back when you were skinnier than me. And that’s never been a problem. For a while, it was even adorable to see you enjoying yourself so much, eating whatever you wanted and relishing a figure that went from full, to chubby, to noticeably fat. I still love that about you.

No, the issue is more functional than that. The fact is, even you’re not in control of your weight any more. I guess I was able to ignore how drastically you were changing until recently, but things have started to pile up. Like we can’t take my car anywhere because your love handles have started knocking the shifter in the center console out of gear. We had to ask for that belt extender on the flight back from New York last winter. I can’t find you clothes that fit literally anywhere, even at the XL stores. And your old clothes are... more revealing, I guess, than they used to be.

And it’s not just me that’s noticed. Your dad called me the other day after we had dinner over there just to talk about it. He asked me why I let you leave the house, even in your favorite outfit, when it stopped fitting about 50 pounds ago. He and your mom were both shocked that you were able to finish off a spiral-cut ham that they expected to get several days’ leftovers out of. And neither one of them was impressed that you were an out-of-breath wreck from just walking out to the patio and back. He had some... not particularly kind words for how he thought you looked, but I’ll just leave it at that. Basically he wants me to make you find a personal trainer, or at least start going to the gym regularly, as if I can make you do anything you don’t want to.

So I wouldn’t try demanding anything like that, even if I wanted to. But he’s not wrong that working on your stamina, and maybe trying to get a little weight off, wouldn’t be a bad idea. I just hate to see you in the situation you’re in, as much as anything. You used to enjoy traveling, going off on adventures and exploring new places. Now it’s a pleasant surprise if we can heave you off the couch and get you to dinner somewhere without incident.

I don’t mean to be critical; I just want to confront things the way they are. Whenever we do go out, you can barely manage to get around, no matter how little walking or moving it requires. We can’t help but be conspicuous whenever we get seated or get ready to leave — restaurants just aren’t made for people like you, and other diners can’t help but stare when you waddle across the dining room. And your portion sizes don’t help that, either. You’ve always been willing to indulge, sure, but when your plates take up almost your entire half of the table — after a couple appetizers to yourself, soup and salad course, mains with a couple extra sides, and at least one dessert — people take notice of that, too. I have to believe you must feel so embarrassed to have everyone watching you so closely while you polish off a meal, some of them probably being pretty disgusted at how much a chub like you is putting away. You don’t ever really show it, but I have to believe you wish you could go back to having a more... conventional life.

I also have to wonder, if you don’t start paying a little more attention to your health, where things will go from here. I know being fat doesn’t mean someone isn’t healthy, but in your case at least... well, you’re not. The doctor’s told you that in every one of your last few annual checkups. More weight’s come with higher blood pressure, higher cholesterol, higher A1C, more trouble breathing, worse circulation, you name it.

What’s she going to say after a couple more years of weight gains like you’ve been having? Or worse? How long before she says you’re diabetic, and have to start on medication that’s only going to make the weight pile on faster? How long before she has to report the irreversible damage your weight is doing to your back and joints? Huh? How long until she has to break the news that your heart has been working beyond its limit for so long that it’s starting to fail you? And what will we do if you get too big to exercise, to do anything about it? That’s not the life I want for you, one where food is the only thing you still get to enjoy.

But I’m worried that’s where things are headed if we can’t get a handle on your weight very, very soon. That if we don’t, it’ll be totally out of control before we know it, and too late to do anything. Doesn’t that worry you at all? Aren’t you the least bit concerned about what’s going to happen if you carry on like this?

...whatever you say, dear. I think we’ve got a couple of frozen pizzas you can have as a snack before dinner.

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cockasinthebird · 4 years

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11. “If this is a booty call then yes.”

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Fuck fuck fuck.

He groans in exasperation and throws his head back onto the pillow, dark hair spreading, clean and still a slight bit damp from the shower. Every night, to wind down from another stressful day of studying and classes, he goes through an intricate ritual to unwind and calm down, spending close to two hours in the communal bathroom on this floor, using a dozen different skin care products and hair masks. It makes him feel better about himself, makes him feel pretty despite only being able to sleep for about four hours every night.

But sometimes it isn’t quite enough to make him relax.

Stress, anxiety, parental pressure, all of it is keeping him awake and it’s definitely going to have him grow gray hair and wrinkles all too early. Not that he wouldn’t absolutely rock the shit out of silver hair, but he likes his brown hair, thick and deep in its color, although Billy has been talking about how good highlights would look.

Hmmm Billy

Billy Billy Billy

Now there’s someone that doesn’t cause him any grief, if you look past the few fist fights they’ve been in in the past, at the start of the semester, and the occasional teasing.

Steve thinks some more about Billy, the gorgeous, handsome lit major, moved here from California, skin kissed and beloved by the sun, body hard and firm with sculpted biceps and rippling abs.

He chews a bit on his lower lip as he looks to his phone, peeking out from underneath his pillow, daring him to just text him. Billy’s only two floors up. And Steve’s been spending the last half hour fingering himself and jerking off, craving that sweet, delicious relief, but all he’s gotten so far is a half chub and exhausted fingers.

The more he thinks about it, the better of an idea it seems, so he wipes his fingers clean of lube and grabs his phone.

Bambi: U up 💕

Despite it being 1am, the response is near immediate.

👑💘🌹: If this is a booty call then yes

👑💘🌹: 🍆👌💦

And Steve feels heat rush to his gut immediately, proving way more effective than his own touch - way to be biased, body.

Bambi: Tommy’s spending the night w/ Carol

👑💘🌹: 👍👍👍

He smiles wide with a clear blush to his cheeks and shies away, covering his face with a hand. So maybe he’s got a crush, but who cares! He can handle it, it’s fine, Billy’s not the “relationship type,” as he explained before their first time together, and it is fine.

Quickly he throws the phone back onto the mattress, jumps up and starts shoving dirty laundry under his bed, papers and books get crammed into the drawers of his desk, and he just barely manages to check his hair in a mirror before there’s a gentle knocking.

Billy must have hurried down here, and just so, Steve rushes to open the door to his dorm room.

“Did anyone see you?” he quietly asks Billy through the slightly ajar opening.

“If they did, I doubt they’d tell anyone; wouldn’t wanna get caught sneaking around past midnight.”

And Billy doesn’t wait for Steve to invite him in before pushing through. He looks around the dimly lit room, taking in all the barrenness of dorm life - it being nothing like they show in the movies or on instagram.

“Looks the same as last; you ever gonna put up poste-” he goes mum as he turns to Steve, now realising that he’s naked and hard.

The devil is in his grin, and it makes Steve’s soul ache, cock twitch, as he looks back with heavy eyes, dark with lust, grabbing Billy by the collar of his tee to pull him into a deep and desirous kiss, tongues out to taste, hands slipping down his pale back to squeeze his exposed ass, eliciting an erotic, “A-ahh.”

“You’re so eager, huh pretty boy?” Billy drawls all sensuous as he gropes Steve, bringing their hips flush together, fingers inching between cheeks, closer and closer and-

He leans away, staring at Steve with his mouth slightly open, watching him as he presses one finger all the way in.

“Fuck,” Steve gasps loudly.

Billy’s slack jaw tenses to a grin, and he chuckles as he licks across his teeth. He doesn’t pause, keeps pumping his finger in and out, and Steve can feel how Billy’s cock grows hard against his own leaking prick, caught between them.

“Hmmm been thinking ‘bout me, babe?” Billy hums in the most mischievous way, drives the finger as deep as he can go and wiggles it around.

Steve squirms, rutting his hips against Billy, moaning all too loud with just one finger and some friction against his impatient dick. He tries to kiss Billy, have his lips muffle him, keep him quiet, but the blonde just dodges out of the way with a shitty smile.

But when Billy presses a second, thick, rough finger in, it becomes impossible to not pant and cry like he always does, making him weak in the knees, like pudding in Billy’s hands.

“I love how easy it is with you,” Billy growls and moves down Steve’s neck, sucking and biting and licking, marking him with gorgeous purple hickeys. “Already so wet and stretched out perfect for my big cock.”

Steve wants to retort, say something of equal vulgarity, tell him just how bad he needs Billy to fuck him blind, shove his head into the pillow and pound into his ass. But all he can do is push onto those two fingers, whimper breathlessly against Billy’s lips, and clutch his hands in the fabric of his shirt.

“Gotta keep quiet, baby, can’t have you waking up the whole campus. Think you can do that for me?”

He nods, profusely, and stumbles through his words, “Yes, yes, I’ll shut up, please just… I-I need to relieve some goddamn stress.”

Billy’s self-satisfied smirk cracks open a little to show teeth as he chuckles, a low and dark rumble that Steve feels beneath his palms. “I can help you with that.”

And Billy kisses him again, licks into the sweetness of Steve’s mouth, swallowing every little whimper that comes whenever those digits curl, fully inside of Steve’s ass. When he pulls them out he leaves behind an aching emptiness; Steve feeling so needy he’s actually a slight bit uncomfortable in the absence of being filled and stretched.

“Go sit on the bed,” Billy demands, smirking with lidded eyes, gazing at Steve with such promises, he can’t help but melt a bit.

Steve doesn’t hesitate before sitting down on his bed; it’s a small and wooden frame, big enough for one person, two if they’re on their sides or on top of one another. All kinds of things are possible even with limited space, as these two have discovered through the last half year.

Billy lifts off his shirt and drops the shorts, exposing his steely, veiny cock, standing to full attention at Steve’s eye height, and he feels his entire body twitch with far too much enthusiasm, mouth running at the sight like a fucking dog and bone. Billy moves closer, spreads his legs and plants them on either side of Steve.

“Wanna suck me off, pretty boy?” it's barely an ask, as Billy brings one hand to drag his fingers through Steve��s hair, the other to angle the tip of his fat dick towards Steve’s lips.

Steve gazes up at him through his lashes, looking almost thankful for the opportunity, and he’s not gonna lie, there is something so enjoyable about having Billy’s cock heavy in his mouth, although he’s not super into swallowing, he’d do it for him.

So he wets his lips, runs his tongue flat and broad against Billy’s blunt head like it’s a goddamn ice cream cone, watches how he bites his lip, staring at how Steve tentatively tastes him before sinking down abruptly, all the way till his nose brushes against Billy’s lower abdomen, his dick hitting the back of Steve’s throat.

“Fuck, Harrington,” Billy groans out and brings a hand against the wall to support himself as he bends forward.

Steve works his tongue, swallows around the head, hollowing his cheeks as he slowly pulls off again till he can suck at the tip, then goes back down, starts bobbing and moaning.

Billy “helps” a bit, catching on to the rhythm and thrusting along to it, testing to see just how deep and fast he can go before Steve would start complaining. Which proves to be quite a bit more than Steve offered up initially; with a fist locked tightly in his hair, he relaxes as much as he can to allow Billy free reigns of fucking into his mouth, sloppy and careless and obscene, spit running down Steve’s chin as he does nothing but enjoy being used by Billy.

Billy Billy Billy

Billy’s scent is incredible, musky and dominant and salty, his sweat tasting all the same, and Steve has started to notice that whenever they’re together, whenever they’re intimate, Billy doesn’t bother with cologne or deodorant or anything that might obscure his smell. Maybe Billy doesn’t care to be all fancy and proper around Steve like he is with the girls or other guys around campus. Maybe he knows it drives Steve wild.

Steve had gotten so lost in the moment, that when Billy pulls all the way out it’s a sudden awakening, and Steve swallows only spit and pre, wipes his mouth and chin with the back of his hand and is left gasping for air like he just ran a marathon.

“Where do you keep your condoms?” Billy sounds just as out of breath, probably having been all too close to cumming already.

Eagerness so apparent when he throws himself onto the bed it’s almost embarrassing, as he dives for the large box underneath his bed. It takes a second of rummaging through dildos and vibrators and lubes to find a condom wrapper, and barely does he get to offer it up before Billy yanks it from his fingers.

He fiddles a bit with the foil, grinning in a way that makes Steve’s skin crawl wonderfully, then asks, “Want me to take you from behind? Fuck you hard into your bed?” each word a lascivious little promise.

“Please…” Steve’s voice quivers with wanton.

Loves getting absolutely railed by Billy, he trusts him explicitly, would let him do anything. Even if Billy doesn’t feel the same way about Steve, Steve can’t get enough of him; hasn’t been able to think of anyone else or even be with someone other than Billy since they started this little affair months ago.

Billy Billy Billy.

He gets on all fours, gathers his legs and bends down to press his face into his pillow, arching his back. Heart beats faster, full erection twitching where it dangles alone, as he feels the mattress dip on either side of his knees when Billy positions himself behind.

“Mmmh, I like it when you say please and beg for it.” With the condom on, he rubs the fat head of his cock against Steve’s clenching entrance, but then slips it between cheeks, swaying his hips back and forth as he teases with too little.

“Please, Billy,” Steve whines, moves his ass closer for more, but a pair of strong hands stills him. “Please please please, Billy, I need you to fuck me so bad, I-I want your cock, please.”

And Billy pulls away. “Well, since you asked so nicely.” Bucks his hips as he shoves his girthy cock all the way in in one fell swoop.

Steve clasps his hand flat over his mouth to keep in the surge of moans that comes from Billy setting a relentless pace, slow but rough, skin slapping together louder than Steve’s own croons and keening.

“Like that?” Billy laughs, nasty and snide, grinning like a wolf staring down at a helpless sheep.

A sheep whose cries gets suppressed by a pillow, as Steve bites into it in his tries to keep quiet, but the way Billy fucks him all brutal and savage feels absolutely incredible, making his eyes roll back.

“God, you take my cock so well, princess,” his growl hot and predatory.

Billy bends forward, grabbing Steve by the neck for support, hand like a vice and pressing him harder into the bed, the other hand on his hip.

“That ok for you?” he asks as if he cares about Steve.

Or maybe that’s just how Steve hears it.

“Y-yes, ahh, fuck!” he says in a hurried tone before biting down on his lip again to keep those kinds of bawdy sounds in.

“Good.” And Billy picks up the speed, thrusts going shallow as he shoves into Steve like both their lives depend on it, making the bed shake and creak beneath their weight.

Each deep plunge more phenomenal than the other, driving straight into his prostate; he won’t last long if Billy keeps this up, waves of the purest arousal drowning out all his other senses, and Steve lets himself get pulled under the current.

“Fuck, baby, love how tight your ass is, arrh, best hole in all of Indiana,” Billy’s voice deep and gravely as he praises Steve with words dipped in honeyed lust. “So eager to suck me dry, all needy and starved for my cock.”

Anyone that has ever had even one conversation with Billy Hargrove will know just how much he loves to listen to himself talk, but Steve can’t blame him, for now there’s nothing more in his world than Billy’s thick erection and sultry voice. Praising him, calling him dear names, groaning and cursing about how fucking good he is. He could listen to it all night; wants to listen to it for the rest of his life.

“Feel so good, princess.”

Billy…

“So nice and warm and soft inside of you.”

Billy…

“Wanna cum inside of you so bad.”

“Billy, I’m-I’m… so close, ah-h-” Steve’s voice a mess in contrast to how cool and collected Billy remains.

“Shh, gotta be quiet,” his tone soft and delicate as he continues to utterly ram into Steve’s sensitive body, pounding like a hammer.

He bends down, snakes his arm around Steve to cover his mouth, and angles him to the side to kiss across his cheek, nibble at his jawline, bite down his neck.

“Show me how good I make you feel, let me watch you ruin your sheets.”

Steve moans out in agreeance into his hand strong and calloused against his lips, then brings his own down to fist at his leaking prick, throbbing and filled and oh so close, he’s toeing the finish line, only a few strokes away from doing as told, wet and slick with pre, seeking to find the same rhythm as Billy fucks into him, like a rabid dog.

His orgasm is sudden, like being shoved into a pool of euphoria, bottomless and filling his lungs.

“God, yes, fuck, just like that,” Billy growls into his ear, burning hot and white, bringing an extra, warm, thick wave of thrill through Steve’s emptying cock.

He jerks quick and uncontrolled as he spills onto his sheets, toes twitching on the edge of cramping up as his body tenses, Billy’s girthy cock still drilling into him, and when Steve is ready to go limp, blissed out and finally relaxed, Billy leans away.

Grabs him by the hips to continue thrusting, bucking, slapping skin together as he pulls out to the tip just to slam right back in, tugging at Steve’s hips till he’s fully buried to the hilt, then once more, twice, thrice, ramming into Steve where jolts of over stimulated pleasure and a burning sensation makes him cry into his pillow.

And Billy digs his nails into soft flesh as he brings them together, crude and deep as he cums, breathless with a stutter, he brings a hand next to Steve’s head for support. It’s short and silent and uneventful, perfected from years of hiding and fucking around; he once told Steve that loves to fuck in all too public places, dangerous and with high chances of getting caught. Said he wanted to bring Steve to some of those places.

Steve’s… kinda hard again. Sore, exhausted, satisfied, sure, but definitely not entirely flaccid.

Billy kisses him down his back, across every bump of his spine that he can reach, rubbing soothingly against where his nails have left marks, then pulls out and gets off the bed. He pulls off the condom and throws it into the trash can, untied and reckless.

“How you doing?” he asks as he gets dressed, back turned to Steve.

Who’s still bent over, legs spread out to steady himself a bit, but nevertheless unmoving, staring at Billy’s gorgeous back muscles.

“I’m… yeah, I’m good,” Steve chuckles with a light heart and a way too satisfied and appreciative smile.

Bluest of eyes glance at him over a shoulder, and after putting on his shirt again, Billy goes to kneel by the bed, where he pushes aside a few locks of hair so that he can properly look Steve in the eyes.

Steve thinks it unfair, that the way Billy touches him gently like this burns more than when he holds him down like he did tonight. He hates how easy he is, how needy he is for pure affection, and he can feel it creep up in red on his cheeks.

“You should probably clean all that up before it dries,” Billy says so nonchalant, like their tender little moment here just doesn’t affect him at all.

And Steve can’t do anything but sigh, hopelessly in love with someone who is, as Billy puts it, “A man of the people.”

“Yeah… it’d be real gross if I slept like this,” Steve huffs and sits back on his heels.

“Just get some tissues to wipe it off then sleep on a towel till you can change your sheets tomorrow,” Billy explains, eyeing the wet stain seeping into the fabric, “It’s what I do.”

Then he stands up again, stretching and scratching his stomach with a tired and pleased groan, before heading for the door.

“See you next time, Harrington.”

#Harringrove #My Writing #Lemon #Mystery Prompt #500 Followers #College AU #Modern Day AU #sergeantjamesrogers

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yamithediaperdork · 3 years

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Baby Universe (Steven Universe)

Peedee wasn't sure what made him go over to Steven's house. It wasn't like he normally went up there, when Steven wanted to hang out he came into town. Still with the restaurant closed while they were fixing the freezer he had nothing better to do. and as it would turn out, the walk would be MORE then worth it.

Steven was enjoying a rare bit of time alone for a change, and was taking advantage of it. It wasn't that he didn't like the gem,s they were like three mom's to him, but just sometimes he needed time alone. double so since his little fetish had kicked itself into overdrive as puberty was hitting him and while the Gem's didn't seem to care, Steven still had a hard time bringing himself to wear his shameful fetish gear while they were home. Said fetish gear wasn't as bad as it could of been, it wasn't like he was wearing 30 pounds of leather or dressing up like a fox to go and yiff, Nope, all Steven wanted to do was wear thick crinkly diapers, and usually up to half a pack at a time so he could barely waddle. This of course HAD led to him being busted by the gem's in the past, but once they were convinced he was ok and didn't NEED the diapers, they left it alone and passed it off as one of those 'human things.' Today with the place to himself Steven already had 4 tena's on and was wiggling his butt in the mirror and trying to decide if he should keep it safe and just add anther 2 or go for broke and add 6 more. it would be all of his remaining diapies and he wouldn't be able to get more for awhile which was the only reason he was hesitating. Still, Nothing ventured, nothing gained and he decided to go with as thick as possible and went to work. He was JUST getting the last diaper on, sitting on the floor and touage hanging out in effort when there was a knock on the front door and without thinking about it, Steven called out. "It's open!" and then slapped his hands on his mouth, having JUST got the last tape on.

Peedee smiled and walked in, he had assumed as much but had been taught manners so naturally had knocked. "Hey Steven, i was wondering if you wanted to..hang..out..Why's it smell like half a bottle of baby powder in here?" the slimmer boys asked, heading for the stairs and sniffing. "N-No reason! you should just go home! I'm sick!" Steven's panicked voice range out and then as Peedee got to the top of the stairs he was treated to the side of Steven's pamper clad butt sticking out, the top half of Steven was trying to hide under his bed. Without even pausing to think about it Peedee took out his cellphone and started to snap pictures. "Nice pampers Steven~ Did your mommies diapie you up nice and safe and sound before going out for more?" Peedee asked in a mocking tone. "J-Just get out of here or I-I'll-" Steven stammered, trying to think of a threat. "You'll what? make a stinky boom boom? doesn't look like baby Steven has any more diapies though so you'll hafa sit in your boom boom till they get back." Peedee laughed. the taunt had the desired result of Steven coming out from under the bed and glaring at Peedee, but all that did was let the slimmer boy get a snap shot of Steven's face to go with his butt and then clicked on his phone. "Andddd saved to my cloud. So if you get any ideas about trying to snatch my phone away tubby, it's doomed to fail." Peedee said, chuckling. Here he was, in shorts and a muscle shirt, slender and lanky but at least looking his age while Steven was a tubby little butter ball who was older then him but between his baby face and well.. BABY PANTS he looked so much younger. "ngggh..what do you want." Steven huffed, hands balled up into fists but staying his ground. "I wanna go and have LOTS of fun with the big baby, In town. if your a good boy, I won't tell anyone about your diapies. if your bad, I'll pants you in the middle of the amusement park. but if your a super good boy, I'll get you a new pack of diapies." Peedee said. Steven huffed and whined, but it wasn't really like he had a choice in the matter and after sulking, nodded.

the tricky part for heading out and keeping baby Steven in his bulky diapers was finding something to go over them, which between the boys chub and the massive thickness of the diapers was proving to be next to impossible. "well geez, if we can't cover them I'll just have to stay home. shucks, that sucks sooo much." Steven said, shrugging his shoulder and smirking while Peedee dug though a box of old clothes. "Don't count me out yet, I'll find so- AHA!" Peedee said, and held up a old hula skirt of Greg's (what it was doing there was anyone's guess) "This should cover your thick crinkly butt, at least as long as you don't bend over or there isn't too much of a breeze." Peedee said and smirked. "...ah poop." Steven whined.

the skirt actually did a fairly decent job of hiding the diapers for the most part, if anything was giving Steven away as they made their way into town the was the waddling and the crinkling Steven was doing plus his face being beat red. Thankfully most people just assumed it was from wearing the hula skirt and chuckled and told Steven and Peedee how cute they looked as they headed for fun land. "I swear to god, everyone know!" Steven mewed holding onto Peedee's arm for comfort even though the slimmer boy was the cause of all of his suffering. "now now, enough of that! Unless you want me to go and take you dress shopping thats the best your gonna get." Peedee said, though a evil look came over his face as he said it. "Uhh nope! I'm good! Let's go get some cotton candy!" Steven mewed. "Oh like you need MORE candy tubby~" Peedee teased and poked a finger into Steven's flab. "Come on, we'll go play a few games then go and get the baby a dress..and of course lots of new diapies." Peedee said, not bothering to keep his voice down but with the noise from the crowd no one heard him. that didn't stop Steven though from wetting himself a little as he looked around, almost crying. "Don't say stuff like that out loud!" he whined, sounding like a pouty toddler. "Sheesh your grumpy..Did I snag you before your afternoon nap or something? or does somebody need a diapie change?" Peedee asked and then even as Steven tried to say no, and with people around Peedee lifted up the back of the skirt and looked quick. it was quick enough anyone watching wouldn't be quite sure of what they saw and no one was close to being able to get a picture but it had Steven in mute silence, jaw hanging open. "Hmm, just a little soggy your good." Peedee said and then noticed Steven was frozen in humiliation. "Awww is the widdle baby scared somebody saw his diapies?" Ok, the plan HAD been to drag this out, but the look on Steven's face was waking something twisted up in side of Peedee and with a crowd around and some people looking worried about Steven frozen state, Peedee smiled. "I know a solution to get rid of all that doubt!" he said cheerfully. he grabbed either side of the hula skirt and far too late Steven realized what was about to happen and hand hands moved to grab Peedee's but were FAR too late. with a yank downwards the chubby babies thick massive diapers were on full display for the crowd to see and a silence went over the park, before a eruption of laughter broke out. "oh my god, Stevens a big baby!" cried Lar's holding his belly and laughing while Sadie covered her mouth and elbowed Lar's to be polite. "Man, I knew he had baby fat, didn't think he was a baby.." Snickered sour cream. "what are you talking about, that's not baby fat, he's just a little oinker!" Jenny giggled, taking out her phone for pictures. "Man, This explains so much about how naive he is." Buck commented. "S0Steven what are you.." Came Connie's voice, and shaking and tears welling up in his eyes he turned to see her with her parents, hands on her mouth and her father trying not to laugh, while her mother was shaking her head. "I think it goes without saying you won't be hanging out with him anymore, Unless it's a babysitting job." Connie's mom said and then with a bitchy sneer added. "And Steven, I can hook you up with a dietitian if you want." it was all too much for the little piggy and Steven plopped on his butt and started to bawl, kicking his legs and rubbing his eyes just like the big baby he was dressed like. any hope that this was the worse that could happen today was soon dashed however as Peedee intended to keep the rest of his promises to the big baby, which included a new outfit and LOTS of diapers.

Any and all fight was out of Steven as he held onto Peedee's hand, walking on the board walk toward the new little miss plus that had opened up in town. it had all the same styles of outfits most other girls wore but was meant for the chunky girls, or sissies in Stevens case. It was picked because well, where else was Peedee gonna get a dress that was going to fit his little butter ball and because it was the furthest away from the only shop in town that sold diapers in any size, so Steven would be showing off his new outfit when they went to get him his diapies. walking in the young girl minding the counter burst into the later and then excused herself, her name tag said her name was sally and she was tall, about 20-25ish and had her long blond hair in a pony tail. "H-Hi, I'm Sally, H-How can i help you?" she said, the back of her hand up to her mouth and trying not to laugh as Steven's blush traveled from his chubby cheeks down his neck, he was heading for full body blush territory. "Hi, I'm Peedee and this is sissy piggy Steven. Oink for the nice lady Steven." Peedee said and swatted Steven's padded behind, making him jump and let out a loud oink. "I was wondering if you had any cute short dresses that would help hide my little piggy princess fat rolls while also letting him feel all sweet and dainty. and before you answer, this is what your working with." at that Peedee grabbed Stevens shirt and yanked up up and over his head, leaving the poor half gem in just his Bulky diapers and shoes. "pffft..I dunno.. Maybe. I-I might have to set up a video conference with my fri- other consultants so we can figure out what'll look best on the piggy, is that ok?" Sally asked Peedee, since it was clear who was in charge. Steven mewed and looked at Peedee, willing him to say no, it was clear it was just gonna be a lot of women looking at him and laughing! "oh yeah, that makes sense. go for it." Peedee chuckled and then laughed as Steven started to whimper and suck his thumb.

Half a hour later and the full body blush was going on big time, all of the women on the call where on speaker and he could heard all of their cutting comment and mocking questions. for the most part he didn't answer them though, Peedee insisted he speak for Steven who was currently sucking on a large pink costume pacifier that Sally had found in the back that had been sent there by mistake instead of a costume shop. The nipple was too big really for his mouth and so Steven had a constant line of drool going down his chin but there had been a bib too to go with the paci and it'd been tied around his neck and adjusted to go over every outfit they had Steven try on, and the bib of COURSE had to read 'Daddies baby girl' "Have you thought about trying to put him on a diet?" One lady asked. "Yeah, but the little piggy will go though the trash looking for left overs. at least when I let him eat 2 whole pizza's to himself it's not trash pizza." Peedee lied. "Does he use his diapers for like..everything?" anther asked. "Of course. he doesn't get a diaper change till he's totally filled the front and back of his diapers or he's leaking. I'm not made of money for him to just waste them." "aww, what a lucky little piggy! I bet you love your daddy VERY much huh Steven?" A third giggled, directing her question right to Steven who locked eyes with Peedee. there was no doubt what the right answer was and if all of this had happened with him trying to be a good boy and play along, he didn't wanna think about what would happen if he was a bad boy. Steven nodded his head slowly as Sally squealed and then held out what she claimed would be the PERFECT dress for widdle piggy Steven. The top part of it had no sleeve, just little puffy bubbles in a white cream color, little indents with hot pink, then the main part of the top half of the dress was also hot pink and had a piggy face on the front, in a little shade of pink. the skirt part of the dress clearly wasn't going to be long enough to get close to covering up his massive diapers and was white with a little piggy head print going all around it. "I totally forgot we're getting in a line of fat shaming clothes for mothers and fathers who are sick of their girls being little piggy's! what do you think Peedee? prefect?" Peedee nodded and getting the dress on Steven it pinched at his flab rolls and much as Steven had predicted, did next to nothing to cover up his diapers, at least Half of them were still on display. with his bib on the top of it but not covering up the piggy on the front of the dress Peedee also got Steven a pair of pink flat heels and then of all things, promised that Steven would pay for the clothes by modeling them off in the store window for a few hours a week! "Well, as long as I don't have to change him I'm sure that can be worked out." Sally laughed. Steven just sniffled and sucked on his paci, knowing as bad as today had been so far, it was only going to get worse.

The end, for now.

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aziraphalesangel · 4 years

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“So, I took {youngest sister} to the paediatrician yesterday. she gained seven kilos. the doctor says she needs to slow down her eating”

“She’s fourteen.”

“I said it was probably the pork buns. I told her if she keeps eating them she’ll start looking like a pork bun.”

“She’s still growing.”

“Apparently she only grew a centimetre this time.”

“She’s only just started puberty. half that weight’s gone to her chest.”

“I know, she went up 4 cup sizes in six months”

“She’s fourteen.”

“She’s 63kg. That’s heavier than you right?”

“...”

“She’s getting a bit of a belly.”

“She’s fourteen.”

There seems to be this idea, that kids just crave being skinny just because. just because of social media, just because of airbrushed pictures in magazines, just because of media, just because of celebrities, just because, just because. And people really thought, the adults really thought, that teaching us about “Body Image” in high school was going to solve that. That telling us that those pictures were doctored, that social media influencers are fake. we know. for fuck’s sake give teenagers a bit of credit.

You know what was always dumb? When teachers got told to sandwich body image and mental health topics in between subjects like obesity in young people. That one second you have an adult telling you that you should love your body, that it will be changing because puberty is a thing that happens, that you will have a growth spurt, that sometimes you look in the mirror and don’t like what you see and that means you brain is lying to you (that was a stupid thing to say to kids), and then you tell us, that there is a growing problem of obesity in children. That gaining weight is bad.

I can’t speak for other people’s schools, or the areas that grew up in, but my school didn’t seem to have those allegedly CRIPPLINGLY obese kids. Of course there were fat kids; kids with a bit of chub around their waist, teenage girls with cellulite, boys with stretchmarks on their bellies, kids who wobbled when they ran. We were children. We were still growing. You can’t have a growth spurt without gaining weight. You cannot start puberty without the necessary fat stores. You just can’t. but instead of telling us that, they told us there was an obesity crisis, and we looked around the room at all the other normal looking kids and wondered who? And when we couldn’t figure it out, we asked: Me?

let me tell you a story:

When I was 12 I was a particularly weight. By the time I was 14, that weight had nearly doubled.

sounds bad right?

let me tell you a story:

When I was 12, I weighed roughly 30kg. That is roughly 10 kilos underweight. I had this trick I could do when I was about eight, where I could shove my entire hand under my ribs. People told me I was skinny, but it was never the insult those people who like to derail fat positivity posts like to think it is. Not one adult ever told me I was unhealthy. Not one adult ever told me my weight was a problem.

By the time I was 14, that weight had nearly doubled.

For the first time in my life I was a healthy weight, and all I could think about was that my stomach wasn’t flat anymore.

I was fourteen

Now lets look at how that mentality happens okay?

2013 I got instagram. I only followed my friends; a bunch of gangly and chubby 12 and 13 year olds. I didn’t care for magazines.

You know what else happened?

We started highschool; year 7. My friend’s parents were finalising their divorce. I didn’t know then, but one of the reasons her dad cheated was because he thought his wife had “let herself go”. Said wife was in her forties, and had given birth to two kids. I don’t know what he expected.

And my friend started parroting her mother. “I’m so bloated, I’m so fat. I can’t eat that, it has too many carbs.”

Never: I’ll get fat. Always: I am fat.

She was twelve. She hadn’t even started puberty yet.

You know what else happened?

2015, my family started going through some shit. My mum got diagnosed with a new chronic illness, which the doctor said she got because she was overweight. The advice the doctor gave her was to lose weight.

And suddenly, everything I ate was a personal attack on her. “Don’t eat that, it’s full of sugar. Don’t eat that, it has too much fat. Don’t buy that, I can’t eat it. If you eat that you’ll end up looking like it. If you eat that you’ll end up like me.”

And of course, my personal favourite: “Are you suuuuuure you should eat that?”

And a year later I was diagnosed with anxiety. Shocker.

My family used to be close to the family of a friend of mine. And my mum still mentions sometimes that the two youngest (a year older and younger than my youngest sister) were always hungry. Their parents used to starve them so that wouldn’t end up fat. I’m still friends with the girl my age, and she gets regularly and violently verbally abused for her weight, because she’s fat, and her siblings are skinny enough that you can see their ribs, and we all eat the same food, what’s your excuse? As if, just because you’re the same family, with the same food, that your genetics, your body, is all the same, all functions the same. As if it didn’t matter how good her achievements were in literally anything, she was fat, and her parents both made sure they would bully her until it just stopped. As if that’s how it works.

Watching my friends, go from these awkward funny kids, to very very anxious and depressed teenagers (and we all developed anxiety and depression to a degree, which is a post for another day), watching as some of them ended up hospitalised and forced to drop out of high school for eating disorders, watch as others tried to justify compulsive puking and laxative addictions with a smile on their face, because of their parents, it’s always because of the parents, or teachers, or whichever adult meant the most to us, because someone instilled that pathological fear of watching that number on the scaled tick up and up and up. Someone warned us that gaining weight meant we failed. And we believed them because we were children.

My little sister is seventeen. She lost seven kilos this year. Her ribs stick out, and when she lies on the floor on her stomach, she gets bruises on her hip bones. She’s still growing.

My little sister is fourteen. She gained seven kilos this year. She hasn’t, yet, internalised our mum’s fatphobia; she doesn’t care, yet, what she weighs. She doesn’t care, yet, what size clothes she wears. She had a big shit eating grin the day she was told her bras were too small. She’s fourteen. This year they did the body image module in PD/H, this year she went to a doctor for her ADHD, and instead they told her she needed to watch weight. This year will be the year adults start ramping up the policing of her eating habits. She’s fourteen.

Telling us there is an obesity crisis isn’t helping. Treating obesity as a social problem instead of a biological one isn’t helping. Doctors deciding their first advice, regardless of the condition, is to loose weight, isn’t helping. People on social media promoting laxative teas isn’t helping. Celebrity endorsement of weight-loss companies isn’t helping. Commercialising weight-loss isn’t helping. All this^ has done nothing to make society, broadly speaking, less fat. It has created a lot of eating disorders and mental illnesses though.

But blaming people’s obsession with being skinny on that, takes away from the very important fact that, the most harmful factor is our parents. And when you’re a teenager, or a young adult who can’t move out yet, you cannot escape that. Because there will always be someone nagging you about your weight, about what you’re eating, when you’re at home. And when you’re not?

Well I can’t speak for everyone, but when I’m eating out, what makes me choose the “healthy” option instead of the filling one, is that little voice in the back of my head muttering;

Are you suuuuuuuuure you should be eating that?

#fatphobia #fatphobia tw #body image #diet culture #my post

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calypsoff · 3 years

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Forty Six.

My hands behind my back just watching the men build a marquee, this is all Robyn’ idea and I trust her, but the house is ever so busy. Preparations taking place for the big day, Robyn didn’t want to build the marquee any earlier than the day before because she didn’t want people to see and notice what is happening, she wants it lowkey as possible, but I am just watching them work hard. It’s amazing to see how they are doing, they have covered the pool, it looks non-existent. I did think that Robyn would have wanted a very big wedding, with all the lights and famous people around. I expected the grand wedding, and I would be nervous but no, she wanted it close. She wanted it private and didn’t want the big wedding, I am shocked. I did assume that she would have wanted that, I think I prefer it this way, I want it private for us. The only famous face will be Drake and he is here for me, which is crazy, I didn’t think he would have come at first because he said he needed to be in America, but he ended up saying he can come, I will be meeting him tonight. I mean I can’t be here of course, can’t stay with Robyn the night before now “coming along nicely isn’t it?” I knew my dad was at the side of me, I just know his presence “it does look nice, it looks majestic. Have you seen my tan” looking to the side of me “damn, you are looking black as hell dad what you been doing?” my dad looked at his arms smiling “sitting outside, it’s so nice out there Chris. But yeah, I think the place looks great, I mean the house but also the marquee. Did you ever ask Robyn why she wanted it lowkey? She has plenty of friends and contacts in the business right?” nodding my head “she does, I think she doesn’t want the fuss. With it happening so quickly, she just wanted it quiet. What can I say dad, I am just arriving here” I shrugged laughing.

I am tired, I got woken up early because of the banging but it’s ok, I will sleep well tonight. I won’t have Robyn kicking my ass in the bed either “hi, Chris?” looking up seeing this white man just stood looking at me “uh hi?” I said a little confused “I am Dennis Leupold, the photographer for Rihanna’ wedding, the door was open. I am sorry if I was intruding but I was waiting for a while. Where is Rihanna? I am on time” I laughed nervously, I am not even sure what to tell this man because Robyn is not here, she is asleep still. Her sleep means a lot “oh ok, nice to meet you” I shook his hand because that is what I would do for anyone I meet, it’s respectful. Dennis smiled shaking my head “nice to meet you Chris, I don’t want to seem I am intruding, this is the first time meeting Rihanna so I am unsure on what to do” I chuckled “don’t be nervous is what I can say. I don’t think you should be anyways. Erm follow me, Robyn will be a while, but I will tell her you are here. Come with me, bring your stuff too” this man has his whole kit with him, he seems so nervous too. I feel for him “Rajad, this is Dennis. The photographer Robyn has hired, he will just be here so if anyone asks, that is who he is” Rajad just nodded his head, I am not sure if he took that in or he just accepted what I said, I think he just accepted what I said.

I was shocked to see Robyn actually out of bed “the banging is annoying” she just realised that “isn’t it just, morning though. I was just watching them build the marquee, already looks amazing” Robyn smiled lightly “I am glad you like it, it’s your day too” I shrugged closing the bedroom door “I am just turning up, I can’t wait to marry you though. Then we can get a home, I mean honeymoon and then a home. I just want us to have a base, I hate living in hotels. You know how horrible it is to not have a home, I hate it. Like going to Cali and there is no home, you know” kissing Robyn’ forehead “we will, you’re very big on that aren’t you? To have a home” walking to the balcony “trust me, I just want a base more then ever. I want our child to have a home, we adults now. We grown” looking down at the marquee being built, it looks huge “we will, I just need to shake off this nausea, I am going to be awful tomorrow. I feel like I am thinking about it too much aren’t I? This is why I am feeling the way I am; I am nervous because I want the day to go so well for us. I keep getting questioned on why it’s small but why should I invite the world, for what but yeah. Nervous, also emotional. I am marrying the love of my life” Robyn stood at the side of me, looking over at her “you know when we were speaking on last names, I know we had a little disagreement on it but you’re right, you need to keep Fenty if you’re bringing out makeup range and whatever and also the Puma thing, so you need too. So I will, compromise and say Fenty-Brown is perfect, I think erm for our kids we will do Fenty-Brown, I feel like your name is going to be big and I want our kids to have that, and it just carries on for us” Robyn wrapped her arm around my waist “I was a little nervous telling you, I just didn’t want you to be annoyed which you was, still” putting my head down laughing “I know, I can be hard headed but once I think about it, you’re right” I need to stop being a stubborn, I can just be so stubborn at times, it comes out of me.

Robyn groaned out as she came out of the bathroom “this is not happening Chris, look at me. I look puffy, my face is awful. And I feel bloated” staring at Robyn in confusion, she is poking her stomach like it’s nothing “stop it, you’re going to hurt pea drop” Robyn frowned “pea what? But Chris, it’s my wedding day I am going to look puffy and fat, will I fit into my dress?” nodding my head “you will, I know you will. And you will look so beautiful, I just know you will so stop poking your stomach, come here” waving her over “oh by the way. Dennis is waiting downstairs for you, whenever you’re ready. He seems so nervous to meet you too” I chuckled, Robyn stood in front of me, wrapping my arms around her waist and placing the side of my face against her stomach, I sighed out “peace” I mumbled “am I fat?” she knows how to ruin a mood “be quiet, I can’t wait for pea drop to be here. In my arms anyways. I just can’t wait to be a dad, like I didn’t at first, but TJ tells me all these nice things and I can’t wait for it” it’s so weird that there is a baby in here just growing, everyday it is just growing, and I can’t wait.

Since I have had my mobile back, I haven’t exactly been posting to my Instagram, I don’t think I really have at all. I just forgot about it because I have been busy because of the wedding and stuff so this is the first time I am logging in to see my timeline, I have missed a lot to be honest “are you taking my son with you?” looking up from my phone “for what?” I questioned, my sister needs to understand that I won’t be “because he wants to be with his uncle” shaking my head “no can do but I don’t mind seeing him when I come to the home, I will be out for a while. Drake is here so we are going out for a few drinks” I knew my sister was going to bite about it, so she went quiet “fine” looking back down at my phone, tapping on the plus sign. I think I will post a picture; it has been a while since I have. I will post the picture I took with Robyn on Christmas day; I mean I have posted it a little late but who cares. Tapping on the picture of us, adding a caption ‘First Christmas with my fiancé and the Fenty family’ I think Christmas was a good time, I really enjoyed it with the family. Pressing send on the post “we going!?” TJ spat, nodding my head. Drake has arrived here, and I want to see him “let’s make movements, I need to see Robyn. I will be back” locking my phone and getting up from the couch, I need to say bye to my baby of course.

Stood behind Robyn watching her go back and forth with one of the guys, I don’t know what has happened and what she is annoyed with, but I have been here for about five minutes now and she isn’t happy, I am guessing about the table set out “I will be back, just sort it out” Robyn said and turned on her heels “what is it?” oh she is not happy “relax that is what, things will be ok. Honestly, just relax, but I am going now. I think it’s time I make a move, Drake is here, and I want to relax with him for a while. Not like I can’t with you but, I will see you tomorrow where you will be my wife then” I didn’t want to offend her now “but where are you exactly going with Drake? It’s early still” licking my lips laughing “just have fun, a few drinks. That is it, don’t be like this. This is not you ok?” Robyn nodded her head “fine, just hate feeling like this. Bloated too, but you go. I don’t want to hold you up here while I argue” nodding my head “I love you so much, I will miss you” wrapping my arms around Robyn “I love you too but I am unsure about the missing part” well Robyn is feeling moody so of course she would have said that “I am joking, I will see you tomorrow down the aisle. You better be there Chris, I will haunt you” she is acting like I wouldn’t turn up “don’t be so stupid, I will be here” pressing a kiss to Robyn’ cheek “see my bloating body” here she goes, Robyn now has something to pick on about herself.

Drake got up from his seat at the bar “oh shit, if isn’t the future Mrs Fenty” dapping him laughing “nigga fuck you” hugging him “nah you good? I just want to say thank you for inviting me, it’s good to see you the way you are now. It really scared me, god bless” moving back from the hug “amen” pulling the chair back “scary moment for me, but I seemed to have pulled through. And you know what, my circle is small. The people that contacted me at the hospital, they the ones I am fucking with” sitting down as Drake said hi to TJ and Barry “there is too many fake people out there, when I found out I face timed you straight away. I said to Chubs, that is my brother he is s a good man. But look at you now, we in Barbados. We about to turn up and have fun, you’re marrying Rihanna. Life is good, we need to get you some drinks so we can start” Drake ain’t about to get me drunk “life is good, I can’t wait to just get back out there. Like you said, get out there and start taking my clothing above and beyond. I have been out of the game to far too long you see, but these niggas have kept it alive for me” Drake raised his hand to the waiter “I told you that your clothing line has potential and I will push that for you, you just need to keep producing and I will keep promoting” Drake is a good man, I can’t wait for the future with us.

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