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// zb1 being (kinda overly) protective of you.

> pairings: non-idol!zb1 x fem!reader

> warnings: zb1 being overprotective, pet names, lowercase intended, not proofread

> song recommendation: middle of my mind by tom rosenthal

> a/n: im back yall who missed me !!! also pls don’t let this flop as much as my previous post did …. that was embarrassing 😐

// 김 jiwoong.

jiwoong and you walked hand in hand along the cobblestone path, the rhythmic crunch of gravel under your feet creating a serene symphony. the air was cool and crisp, carrying the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass.

as you strolled hand in hand, the warmth of jiwoongs touch filled you with a sense of security and love. his dark eyes, filled with adoration, glanced at you every few moments, ensuring your comfort and well-being. the suns golden rays danced on his face, highlighting the contours of his smile, and you couldn't help but be captivated by his presence.

the conversation flowed effortlessly, a symphony of laughter and shared anecdotes. your boyfriends voice resonated like a soothing melody, and his words were a balm to your soul. each sentence he uttered was laced with affection, and every syllable carried an undertone of concern, for he had always been one to prioritize your happiness above all else.

as you approached a particularly narrow and rocky path, jiwoongs protective nature became more evident. his steps slowed, his grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly, and he insisted on leading the way. “be careful, love,” he murmured, his voice laced with a touch of worry. “watch your step, the rocks can be slippery.”

you chuckled softly, grateful for his concern but feeling confident in your own abilities. “ill be fine, jiwoong," you reassured him, your voice filled with warmth. “im not as delicate as you think.”

he grinned, a mixture of pride and playfulness dancing in his eyes. “oh, i know you're strong and capable,” he replied, his tone teasing. “but youre my everything, and i cant help but want to protect you from even the smallest of dangers.”

your heart swelled with affection, understanding the depth of his love for you. his overprotectiveness wasn't born out of doubt or a lack of trust; rather, it stemmed from a place of unyielding adoration. your boyfriend simply couldn't bear the thought of anything causing you harm, even if it was as minor as a misstep on a rocky path.

the path opened up to a breathtaking vista, where the lake stretched out before you like a vast expanse of liquid sapphire. the water glistened under the twilight sky, mirroring the stars that began to twinkle above. it was a sight that stole your breath away, leaving you momentarily spellbound.

jiwoongs arms wrapped around you from behind, pulling you closer as he whispered into your ear, his words carried by the gentle breeze. “isn't it beautiful?” he murmured, his voice filled with awe. “but remember, my love, don't get too close to the edge. i don't want anything to happen to you.”

you leaned back into his embrace, feeling his heartbeat against your back. ”i promise ill be careful,” you assured him, a smile playing on your lips. ”i wouldn't dream of doing anything that might worry you.”

he sighed, his grip on you tightening almost imperceptibly. ”i know, but you know how my mind works,” he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of sheepishness. ”i can't help but imagine the worst-case scenarios. its just who i am.”

you turned around in his arms, looking into his eyes with tender affection. ”and i love you for it,” you whispered, your words carrying the weight of your love. ”your overprotectiveness is part of what makes you so special to me.”

jiwoongs face softened, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “i don't deserve you,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. “but i promise, ill always be there to shield you from harm, even if it's just imaginary."

// 장 hao.

as you walked hand in hand into the café, the sound of your footsteps mingled with soft music playing in the background. haos eyes gleamed with adoration as he looked at you, his heart filled with love and concern. he held the door open for you, ensuring you entered safely.

”you okay, darling?” hao asked, a hint of worry in his voice. “the ground can be uneven sometimes.” you smiled at his unwavering attentiveness. “im fine, hao. you don't have to worry so much.”

he chuckled, his voice a melody that harmonized with the ambiance around you. “i can't help it, you know. i just want to make sure you're always safe and sound.”

taking a seat at a cozy table near the window, you marveled at the view outside. the city bustled with life, people going about their day, yet in this café, you felt cocooned in a world of tranquility. the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the aroma of sweet pastries, and the soft murmur of conversations added a pleasant hum to the atmosphere.

a waiter approached, carrying a tray adorned with steaming cups of coffee. haos protective instincts kicked in, and he immediately reached out to touch your cup, testing the temperature cautiously. “just making sure it's not too hot for you, darling,” he said, his voice laced with tenderness.

you chuckled, touched by his thoughtfulness. “thank you. you're always looking out for me.” he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “its my duty as your boyfriend. besides, i wouldn't want you burning your beautiful lips.”

as you sipped the warm, comforting beverage, your eyes met your boyfriends, and a silent understanding passed between you. it was in these small, seemingly mundane gestures that his love for you shone like a radiant sun, casting a protective light over your every step.

the café was a symphony of sights and sounds, a place where time seemed to slow down, allowing you to savor every moment. couples around you engaged in hushed conversations, their laughter mingling with the gentle clinking of cups and saucers. the walls were adorned with beautiful artwork, paintings that whispered stories of love and passion.

haos gaze never wavered from you, his eyes tracing the contours of your face, etching each moment into his memory. he leaned forward, his voice low and filled with affection. “are you comfortable, my love? shall i adjust your chair?”

you chuckled softly, touched by his concern. “hao, im perfectly fine. i couldn't ask for a more caring boyfriend.”

his smile widened, his love for you shining through his eyes. “i just want to make sure everything is perfect for you. you deserve nothing less.”

as the afternoon turned to evening, and the café grew dimmer, the atmosphere took on a romantic allure. the soft glow of candlelight bathed the room, casting a warm and intimate ambiance. your boyfriend reached across the table, his fingers gently intertwining with yours, creating an unbreakable bond between you.

“i love you, hao,” you whispered, your voice filled with tenderness and gratitude.

he squeezed your hand, his touch a reassurance of his love. “and i love you, more than words can express. i will always be here to protect and cherish you, my darling.”

// 성 hanbin.

hand in hand, you and hanbin strolled through an enchanting amusement park, its vibrant attractions calling to the child within each of you. laughter and joy mixed with the sweet scent of cotton candy, creating an atmosphere of pure delight.

as you approached the roller coaster, a towering behemoth with twisting tracks, you couldn't help but feel a tinge of excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness. “hey, hanbin, let's go on that roller coaster! it looks like so much fun!” you exclaimed, your eyes sparkling like stars.

hanbin glanced at the ride, then back at you, a subtle furrow forming on his forehead. “are you sure, sweetheart? it seems quite fast and intense.”

you grinned, feeling determined to take on the challenge. “absolutely! come on, it'll be so fun!”

he hesitated for a moment before relenting with a soft smile. “alright, but promise me you'll hold onto the safety bar tightly, and ill be right beside you the whole time.”

the roller coaster roared to life as you settled into the front seat. hanbins protective nature revealed itself as he carefully fastened your seatbelt and checked it twice. you giggled at his attentiveness, finding it endearing how much he cared for your safety.

as the ride started, and the roller coaster climbed higher, the view from the top was breathtaking. the scenery stretched out before you like a picturesque painting - the lush green trees, the shimmering pond, and the sparkling fountains all came together in a symphony of colors. “hanbin, look at this view! its incredible!" you exclaimed, your voice brimming with excitement.

but he couldn't take his eyes off you, concern etched in his expression even amidst the stunning backdrop. “yes, it is, but please hold on tight, okay?”

you chuckled, gently reassuring him, “don't worry, im in safe hands with you.”

as the coaster hurtled down the first drop, the wind whooshed past your face, and you couldn't help but let out a delighted scream. It was a whirlwind of adrenaline and emotions, and throughout the twists and turns, Hanbin kept a watchful eye on you, making sure you were comfortable and secure.

after the ride ended, you stepped off with wobbly legs but a heart full of joy. hanbin quickly wrapped his arm around your waist, guiding you away from the ride. “you did amazing! i knew you could do it,” he said with pride, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

the day wore on, and you both explored the whimsical wonderland together, hopping from one attraction to another. with each ride, overprotective hanbin surfaced, whether it was holding your hand tightly on the carousel or making sure you were well-hydrated in the summer heat.

as the sun began to set, the sky turned into a canvas of pink and orange hues, casting a romantic glow over the park. the two of you found a cozy spot near a carousel, where you sat together on a wooden bench, taking a moment to rest.

“its been such a magical day, hanbin. thank you for being so caring and looking out for me,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. he smiled affectionately, his eyes warm like the setting sun. “you're my world, and ill always do my best to keep you safe and happy.”

your heart fluttered, and you couldn't resist teasing him a bit. “even if it means not letting me ride some of the more intense attractions?”

he chuckled softly, his laughter echoing in the fading daylight. “well, maybe i can loosen the reins a little, but only if you promise to always hold onto my hand tightly.”

you nodded, knowing that in hanbins embrace, you would always feel protected. as the stars began to twinkle overhead, you both sat there, basking in the magic of the amusement park and the love that enveloped you like a gentle breeze.

// 석 matthew

the exterior of the hotel you and matthew had stayed at, boasted intricate architecture, adorned with climbing ivy and blossoming roses, its entrance welcoming visitors with ornate wooden doors that whispered stories of centuries past. once inside, the grandeur of the hotels interior took your breath away. crystal chandeliers sparkled from above, casting a warm glow upon the polished marble floors. plush carpets led the way to rooms adorned with antique furnishings, adding an air of timelessness to the ambiance.

as you made your way to your room, hand in hand, matthews gentle voice chimed in, “are you feeling alright, love? you look a bit tired.”

you smiled at his concern, “im perfectly fine, just a little travel-weary. but being here with you makes everything better.” his eyes softened, “well, i want to make sure you have the best time. let me take care of everything.”

inside your charming room, the walls were painted in hues of lavender and cream, the scent of fresh flowers wafting through the air. the ornate curtains billowed gently as a soft breeze danced in from the open balcony, revealing a breathtaking view of the moon-kissed hills.

your boyfriend seemed to take a moment to ensure everything was in order before he spoke, “the balcony is lovely, but promise me you won't stay out there for too long. the evening air can be chilly, and i wouldn't want you catching a cold.”

you chuckled, touched by his protective nature, “i promise, i won't stay out for too long.”

with a satisfied nod, matthew ushered you to the sumptuous bed adorned with silken sheets and plush pillows. “rest for a while, my love. ill call the front desk to make sure everything is perfect.”

as you settled down, matthew spoke into the telephone, his voice gentle yet assertive, ensuring the hotel staff addressed your every need. you couldn't help but feel touched by his dedication to making your stay exceptional. once he hung up, he sat by your side, gently stroking your hair, “you know, i can't stop worrying about you. you mean the world to me, and i just want to keep you safe.”

your heart melted, feeling the depth of his love in those words, “i know, matthew, and i appreciate it more than i can express. but im here with you, and that's all i need to feel safe and happy.”

the evening unfolded with the two of you exploring the charming town hand in hand, visiting local cafes, and indulging in sweet treats. your boyfriends watchful eye remained, making sure you didn't miss any step on the street stairs or protecting you from the slightest drizzle that threatened to dampen your spirits.

as the night deepened, you returned to the hotel, its facade now glowing with golden lights, and the stars above sprinkled like diamonds on a velvet canvas. inside, you found yourselves in a cozy corner of the hotel's restaurant, sharing laughter, love, and delicious food.

over a candlelit dinner, you teased, “you know, i think you'd make an excellent guardian angel. always watching out for me.”

matthew, his eyes shimmering with warmth, “maybe i was in a past life. but in this one, im just a man who cherishes you more than anything.”

as the night wore on, you returned to your room, your hearts full of love and contentment. matthew tenderly wrapped his arms around you, whispering in your ear, “sweet dreams, my love.”

withh a kiss on your forehead, he settled beside you, his presence like a warm embrace, and together, you drifted into a blissful slumber, safe in the knowledge that love had brought you to this magical place, where the world seemed to revolve solely around the two of you.

// 김 taerae.

yours and taeraes kitchen was a charming amalgamation of rustic charm and modern convenience. the scent of freshly cut herbs and simmering spices wafted through the air, mingling harmoniously with the laughter and whispers shared between you and him. with aprons adorned and utensils in hand, you stood side by side, ready to embark on a culinary adventure together.

taeraes eyes sparkled like stars as he gazed at you, his beloved. “are you sure youre okay handling that knife, sweetheart?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.

you grinned, playfully winking at him. “oh, come on, taerae! ive chopped vegetables a thousand times before. ive got this!”

your boyfriend nodded hesitantly, a small frown dancing across his forehead. he couldn't help but be captivated by your confident spirit, yet a hint of protectiveness lingered within him. “alright, just be careful, my precious one. i wouldn't bear to see a single scratch on your delicate fingers.”

your heart fluttered at his endearing words, and you chuckled softly. “i promise, ill be extra careful.” with a swift motion, you deftly chopped the vegetables, relishing the musical sound of the knife rhythmically meeting the cutting board.

as the culinary symphony progressed, taerae remained ever-vigilant, subtly ensuring your safety. when you reached for a heavy pot on the top shelf, he gently intercepted your hand. “allow me, honey. i wouldn't want you to strain yourself.”

his tender touch sent shivers of warmth through your being, and you willingly let him assist, though not without a playful eye-roll and a teasing remark. “you know, taerae, im not made of glass. i can handle a pot.”

he laughed, placing the pot gently on the stove. “i know, but its my duty to look after you, isnt it?”

with an affectionate smile, you agreed, recognizing the depth of his love and how it manifested in this unintentional overprotectiveness. it was endearing, reassuring, and a constant reminder of how cherished you were in his heart.

the cooking continued, and the kitchen turned into an artistic battlefield of spices and flavors. your culinary skills were undeniable, and your boyfriend admired your prowess with each passing moment. nevertheless, whenever the stove emitted a slight hiss, he was instantly by your side, ready to tame the flames.

“ive got this, taerae,” you insisted, gently nudging him away from the stove. he smirked, feigning reluctance. “alright, but im just a heartbeat away if you need me.”

in the midst of this kitchen dance, the forest outside embraced the cottage with a sense of wonder. fireflies started to light up the darkening landscape, creating an enchanting spectacle that only added to the magic of the evening.

as the aroma of your culinary masterpiece filled the air, you and taerae set the table together, hand in hand. the meal was a reflection of your love - a fusion of flavors and textures that complemented each other, just as you did.

with candles flickering and soft music playing in the background, you sat down to savor the fruit of your labor. taeraes eyes never left you, a soft smile curving his lips. “you truly are amazing, sweetheart. not only in the kitchen but in every aspect of life.” you blushed, feeling a surge of warmth and gratitude for his unwavering support.

as the moon ascended into the starry night sky, you and taerae shared a meal filled with love and laughter, with playful banters and tender gestures, enjoying each others company.

// 리키 ricky.

amidst the bustling symphony of shoppers, the mall stood like a grand emporium of desires, filled with endless racks of clothes and vibrant storefronts that beckoned for exploration. the air was alive with the aroma of freshly cooked dishes from the nearby restaurants, and the sound of laughter and conversations painted a picturesque scene.

you and ricky walked through the labyrinthine passages of fashion, your eyes bright with the promise of finding the perfect outfit. your smile radiated happiness, and ricky couldn't help but feel a surge of affection every time he glanced at you.

“i really love this dress,” you said, holding up a flowing, floral-printed creation that seemed to mirror the vibrant scenery around you.

“its beautiful, just like you,” your boyfriend replied with a warm grin, but he couldn't help noticing the other shoppers glancing your way. his overprotective instincts started to kick in, and he couldn't help but cast wary glances at anyone who dared to look too long.

as you continued browsing, ricky was like a silent sentinel, ever-watchful of your surroundings. whenever you stopped to admire an item, he would discreetly stand between you and the crowd, as if forming an invisible barrier to protect you from the curious eyes of strangers.

“you know, ricky," you chuckled playfully, “its sweet how you always have my back, but i promise i can handle myself in a mall.”

“i know, i know,” he replied sheepishly, a faint blush tinting his cheeks. “i just can't help it. youre the most precious thing in my life, and i want to keep you safe.”

your heart melted at his sincerity, but you couldn't resist teasing him a bit. “do you think the mannequins are checking me out too? should i be worried about them stealing your thunder?” your boyfriend chuckled, realizing he might have been a bit too vigilant. “alright, alright, maybe i got carried away. but you gotta admit, they can't hold a candle to you.”

with laughter in your eyes, you took his arm and led him towards the accessories section. as you tried on various hats and sunglasses, rickys eyes never left your face. he couldn't help but marvel at how effortlessly you could turn anything into a fashion statement.

“you have a knack for making everything look good," he complimented, his admiration evident in his voice.

“flattery will get you everywhere,” you teased, trying on a wide-brimmed sun hat that made him grin.

as you continued your playful banter, rickys watchful nature relaxed slightly, realizing that you were indeed capable of navigating the mall without him acting like your personal bodyguard.

however, as you moved towards the changing rooms, he instinctively waited nearby, a mix of concern and bashfulness on his face. “ill be just here if you need anything,” he murmured.

“thanks, ricky,” you said, touched by his thoughtfulness. “i promise ill call you in if i need a fashion consultation.”

he chuckled and nodded, still staying within earshot as you ventured into the changing rooms. the moments you spent trying on different outfits turned into a little fashion show for him as you emerged with each new look.

your boyfriend felt like the luckiest person in the world. your beauty, inside and out, never ceased to amaze him. he was grateful for every second spent with you, and his overprotective tendencies stemmed from a deep love and care he held for you.

as the day wore on and the sun began to dip towards the horizon, you finally settled on a few outfits that made you feel fabulous. with your arms full of shopping bags, you and ricky made your way towards the mall's exit.

the golden colors of the evening sun spilled across the vast parking lot, casting a warm glow over the scene. ricky slipped his arm around your waist, pulling you close, as if to shield you from the world outside. “youre my safe haven, you know,” he murmured, his voice tinged with both vulnerability and affection.

“and you're mine,” you whispered back, resting your head against his shoulder.

hand in hand, you walked towards the car, feeling the gentle breeze carry the remnants of a perfect day, as the mall faded into the background.

// 김 gyuvin.

you and gyuvin entered a realm of pixelated dreams and flashing screens, where gamers from all walks of life converged to test their skills and indulge in the digital realm.

amidst the vivid cacophony, gyuvins eyes sparkled with anticipation as he guided you through the sea of arcade machines. his hand gently held yours, his touch providing a sense of security and warmth.

the arcade was a whimsical wonderland, an eclectic mix of bright colors and hypnotic sounds. the air hummed with the fervor of competitive spirits, mingling with the melodies of retro game soundtracks. rows upon rows of games lined the walls, enticing players with promises of adventure and victory.

as you navigated the arcade, your boyfriends overprotective tendencies began to reveal themselves, like a well-intentioned shield guarding you from harm. it started innocently enough, as he subtly positioned himself between you and the rowdy crowd, his protective instinct palpable.

you approached a claw machine, adorned with plush toys of all shapes and sizes, their beady eyes seemingly begging to be won. gyuvin stepped forward, his eyes narrowing in determination. “ill get you a prize,” he declared, his voice brimming with confidence.

his fingers deftly slipped a coin into the machine, and the claw descended with calculated precision. it hovered above a plush teddy bear, seemingly teetering on the brink of capture. with bated breath, you watched as the claw tightened its grip, only to falter at the last moment. gyuvins face contorted into a mix of frustration and determination.

“don't worry,” he reassured you, his voice tinged with determination. “ill get it next time. no plush toy can resist my skill!”

you giggled at his conviction, the corners of your lips curling into an affectionate smile. his unwavering determination was endearing, even in the face of a claw machine defeat. as he fed another coin into the machine, you marveled at the way his eyes never left the prize, his focus unyielding.

but as the night progressed, gyuvins protectiveness took on a more pronounced form. each time a stranger bumped into you, he would instinctively tense, his grip on your hand tightening just a fraction. he cast a watchful eye on anyone who approached, ready to intervene if he sensed any potential harm.

as you played a racing game, maneuvering through virtual landscapes with lightning speed, your boyfriend stood by your side, cheering you on with infectious enthusiasm. “youve got this!” he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine pride. “show them what you're made of!”

yet, even in the midst of his unwavering support, gyuvin couldn't help but fret over your well-being. he would lean in close, his words filled with concern. “be careful on those sharp turns, love. i don't want you to hurt yourself.”

you found his overprotectiveness endearing. his genuine concern for your safety and happiness was a testament of his love. it wasn't about doubting your abilities, but rather an overwhelming desire to shield you from any potential harm, no matter how trivial.

as the night drew to a close, you found yourselves in front of a multiplayer game. it was a shooting game, where players donned virtual reality headsets and battled enemies in a thrilling sci-fi universe. gyuvin, ever the knight in shining armor, insisted on being your partner.

he held your hand tightly as you both entered the virtual realm, the weight of the headsets creating an immersive world around you. together, you fought side by side, taking down hordes of virtual enemies with unmatched teamwork and precision.

in this alternate reality, his protectiveness took on a new meaning. he covered your back, alerting you to incoming threats and shielding you from virtual harm. he whispered words of encouragement into your ear, his voice a soothing melody amidst the chaos.

“you're doing amazing, love,” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the sounds of gunfire. “ive got you. no one can touch you while im here.”

as the last enemy fell, you both removed your headsets, the virtual world fading away to reveal the dimly lit arcade once more. gyuvins eyes met yours, a softness in his gaze that melted your heart. “thank you for being by my side, gyuvin,” you whispered, your voice filled with genuine gratitude.

he smiled, his love shining through his eyes. “always, my love. ill protect you in the arcade and beyond. youre my greatest treasure.”

// 박 gunwook.

the cerulean hues of the sun-kissed sky, the swimming pool gleamed like a sapphire gem nestled in the embrace of a lush, vibrant garden. tropical flora swayed gently in the balmy breeze, casting playful shadows upon the glistening waters. you stood at the pools edge, the cool tiles soothing beneath your bare feet. your boyfriend, gunwook, exuded an aura of gentle strength, his tall frame casting a protective shadow over you.

as you dipped your toes into the pool, a mischievous grin spread across your face. gunwook couldn't resist the opportunity to join you. with a joyful leap, he cannonballed into the water, causing a cascade of sparkling droplets to dance around him. emerging from the depths, he shook his hair, sending water droplets flying like tiny diamonds in the sunlit air.

“hey there, fearless water nymph,” he chuckled, his eyes warm with adoration. “you ready to dive into some aquatic adventures?”

“oh, absolutely,” you replied, mirroring his infectious enthusiasm. “ive been looking forward to this all week!”

gunwook couldn't help but chuckle as he watched you wade into the water with a carefree spirit. as you ventured deeper, he swam alongside you, ensuring you were safe at every step.

“don't go too far, okay?” he said, his voice gentle yet filled with concern.

you playfully rolled your eyes. “don't worry, gunwook. ive got this! im an excellent swimmer, you know.” his eyes sparkled with tenderness. “i know you are, but you can never be too careful. besides, i just want to make sure you're always within my reach.”

with every stroke, he swam closer, keeping a watchful eye on you. it wasn't that he didn't trust your abilities; it was simply his nature to be protective. his heart swelled with love and admiration for you, and he couldn't help but feel a primal urge to shield you from any harm that might dare approach.

as you ventured toward the deeper end of the pool, the water embraced you like a second skin, its gentle caress sending shivers of delight up your spine. gunwook, ever the watchful guardian, kept pace, making sure the depths didn't overwhelm you.

“gunwook, i promise ill be careful,” you assured him, flashing a cheeky grin. “you don't have to worry so much!”

“i just can't help it, sweetheart,” he replied, his voice soft, yet earnest. The sweetness of his words tugged at your heartstrings, making you feel cherished and protected. It was a precious feeling, knowing someone cared for you so deeply.

as the sun reached its zenith, the pool became a haven of playful splashes and laughter. you and your boyfriend engaged in water battles, each splash and giggle echoing through the vibrant scenery.

but as the day wore on, you noticed a small shadow of fatigue tugging at gunwooks features. concerned, you swam up to him. “hey, are you okay?” you asked, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

he nodded, managing a tired smile. “im fine, just a little exhausted. but seeing you happy makes it all worthwhile.”

in that moment, you understood the depth of his love and devotion. he was there for you, supporting and protecting, even when he felt drained himself.

“lets take a break,” you suggested. “we can relax on the poolside, enjoy the sun, and maybe ill even give you a nice massage.”

his eyes brightened at the prospect, and you swam back to the pool's edge, both of you basking in the tranquil oasis you had created together.

as you reclined on the sun-drenched tiles, gunwook by your side, you couldn't help but feel grateful for his unintentional overprotectiveness. sometimes it might seem like hes too much, but he just loves you.

// 한 yujin.

as the sun rose on a warm summer morning, painting the skies in shades of pink and gold, you and yujin walked hand in hand towards the school, your backpacks slung over your shoulders, and hearts beating in sync. the air was filled with the scent of fresh grass and the promise of new adventures.

“yujin, it's such a beautiful day, isn't it?” you remarked, your eyes sparkling with delight.

“indeed it is, angel," yujin replied, his gaze never leaving you, a smile playing on his lips. “but let me walk on the side closer to the road, just to make sure you're safe.”

you giggled at his protectiveness, “oh, you worry too much! ill be fine.”

as you reached the school gates, your boyfriends overprotective nature seemed to intensify. he carefully scanned the surroundings, making sure there were no potential hazards in your path.

“yujin, seriously, ive been coming to this school for years. i know my way around,” you teased, trying to ease his worries.

“i know, i know,” he chuckled, “but i just want to keep you safe. its like a reflex.”

inside the school, the atmosphere was abuzz with energy and excitement. students hurried to their classes, and laughter reverberated through the hallways. yujins eyes darted from person to person, ever-watchful.

“have you ever considered being a personal bodyguard?” you giggled, leaning closer to him. “you seem quite skilled at looking out for people.”

yujins cheeks flushed slightly, “well, i guess i just care about you a lot.”

as the day progressed, you couldn't help but notice how your boyfriend seemed to be on high alert at all times. whenever someone came too close or even looked in your direction for a little longer than usual, he'd instinctively step forward, shielding you from their view.

in the cafeteria, he diligently checked the labels on the food to ensure you wouldn't accidentally eat something you were allergic to. during class, he discreetly passed you a sweater when he noticed you shivering, even though the weather was warm outside.

the schools garden was your favorite spot, a hidden paradise where natures beauty embraced you. yujins protective nature reached its peak here. he carefully brushed away any stray flowers from the bench before letting you sit, worried that they might be uncomfortable. he even stood between you and a playful squirrel, fearing it might bite.

“yujin, the squirrel is just curious, it won't hurt me,” you said, giggling at his antics.

“i know, but id rather be safe than sorry,” he replied with a sheepish grin.

time seemed to fly in each other's company, and as the sun began its descent, you both strolled back towards the school gates. yujins steps were a tad slower, his eyes heavy with a mix of fatigue and contentment.

“thank you for taking care of me all day, yujin. you really are my knight in shining armor," you said with a soft laugh.

he blushed, his heart swelling with love, “ill always be here to protect you, no matter what. its just in my nature.”

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askuemki · 30 days

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cuz im kinda bored and sick ill torture myself with writing a fic (also happy late easter)

The Other Way Around

Valeria x fem!reader

Usually she takes care of you, but shit hit the floor when she got her period. In the past, it's been manageable enough. No clue what changed exactly... (womp womp)

General warnings/info idk 888 words 2nd person Pronouns Fluff(?) Blood (sort of) & google translated spanish

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You just came back from shopping in the small farmers market in Las Alamas. Despite all of the crimes and spilled blood, it's been standing strong—something you appreciate. The door swayed open, to what you expected to be a sleepy home.

Moaning howled from upstairs.

Your brows creased, staring at the small hole leading into what could lead into a hell of a situation. It had been just you and a few soldiers residing in the home. Your lover had been a workhorse for the past month or two now. A thunderous wail fractured your line of thought. Maybe the quiet wasn't so lonely after all.

Strolling over to the kitchen, you were sensible enough to put refrigerated items away. The rest of the clutter can flump on the counter. Now, time to deal with whatever sex-crazed soldier was upstairs. Your thundering steps sung a chorus with the groans, turning from hall to hall. At the door, your hand launched for the knob. It hurled open, bashing into something. A figure stumbled, flinging back like a stick in the dirt. There was an odd absence of a counterpart...

The counterpart was you, dumbass!

A frown contorted your face as you reached out to your spouse. "...Valeria? God, I'm so, so sorry..." You uttered her name as if she were holy. (It's partly true, for you at least.) Her softened gaze flickered to you when your hands stroke her frizzled hair. "I'm fine, Cariño," she wheezed. Valeria was perched over the sink, clutching her abdomen. Her mewls in anguish disrupted your thoughts...Fuck! Your partner was better at this then you were, the whole contingence thing.

"Please don't play stupid with me..."

" I'm fine, really—I just need some time."

Your head shook at Valeria's languish. Drawing the cabinet open beneath the both of you, scavenging for some pads, pain medication, and some lotion. Valeria slumped onto the toilet, bunching her torso downwards. Before fetching some other necessities, you shrunk onto your knees, in front of Valeria. "Hey..." you lured her hair away from her face, before your hands lowered to her cheeks.

"Think you can take the Ibuprofen before I come back?"

She lowly nodded as you set the medication near her, loosening the lid enough for easy access. Sure, there were other things to get, but you can't help to dote on her a little. Rubbing her lower back, your lips pressed into her neck. A mumbling sigh swept from Valeria's lips into your shoulder. One of your hands slid from her back, and to her abdomen. It was a bit harder to tug your digits in, but Valeria shifted enough to help you. For a while, it was like this, your palm on her thigh, knuckles massaging her stomach.

"Consigue lo que necesitas, amor." (Get what you need, Love.)

"But I don't want to leave you alone," you grumbled as an excuse, your lips were on her collarbone, taking in the smooth bumps she blessed you with.

"I can see that, esposa. It's OK, I'm strong enough to handle this."

"... But I miss you."

You feel the hesitance as Valeria tugged you away. She strained to reach the medication, taking the pills. You saw her head nudging towards the doorway as you heaved upwards. A nod in return, you begrudgingly dragged yourself out. You return with a heating pad, some hand towels... "I need some shorts..."

An understanding nod, you fetched some clothes, and one of the paper grocery bags from the kitchen.

"Some water, please." And some water...

"Some blankets?" And some blankets... You were panting after sprinting back and forward, seeing your lover had moved from the bathroom; she was lenient enough to put back most of the things you got... Except the bloody underwear and shorts. A grumble huffed from your lips, washing the garments. Your hands grew sore, bloodied and dry, kneading the fabrics within themselves. Hanging them up on a rack, your legs ached with sleep. Now hauling yourself to your shared bedroom, your gaze flickered to your wife. She was sprawled out in bed, a damp towel laying on her head. The heating pad you gave her was set on her stomach, as well as her nightstand littered with some bottles of water and medication. You never ended up using the lotion for Valeria, but that was fine. Her eyes were closed, entangled in the sheets. Your cheeks swelled with warmth; a smile teased your lips. Strolling to the bed, you sat on the plush comforter. "You don't need that much medication," you faintly advised, busying your hands by rubbing her calves. "Hmph... I'm lazy to put it back." You heard a light chuckle whisk towards you, Valeria's legs wrapped you in a clutch, tugging you towards her. Careful not to sweep off what Valeria had on her in the moment, you laid on your side. Luckily you weren't in her leg-clutch for too long; it would have been awkward enough. You were held close instead, a thought igniting in your head. She was home, finally home! You were back in your lover's arms—maybe it should be the other way around—but relief sprout like fireworks. You were free to continue to dote on her, but sleep drew near. Your lids weighed you down, nuzzling into her side. "Bonita...Mind making dinner?"

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Pet Name Translations:

Cariño - My dear Esposa - Wife Bonita - Pretty

#i hope i put in my warnings right #idk if i grammared right either #my website glitched and i had to restart my laptop smh #AT LEAST MY PROGRESS SAVED #cod valeria #valeria garza #valeria garza cod #valeria x reader #valeria cod #valeria x you #valeria garza x fem!reader #cod fanfic #cod mw2 #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare II #valeria garza fluff #this fic took like 3-4 hrs to make wtf #happy late easter again

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arachnoia · 10 months

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holy shock ➶ . ˚ ༉‧₊˚ˑ༄ؘ | miguel o’hara

miguel o’hara x fem! reader (nsfw!)

a/n: literally I love you guys smmmm! i’m so glad you guys loved ‘gone’ 🥹 here’s pt 2!

again im trying new things bc im not rlly a smut writer but if y’all want smut, im down to write it! it’s j not my strong suit and y’all can prob tell.

ILL SHUT UP! ENJOY!

warnings- this has a lil nsfw, p in v, lil bit of angst, untranslated spanish, second part to gone

pt1- ‘gone’ pt3- ‘finally’

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“HE TOLD YOU HE DIDN’T YOU IN HIS LIFE? WHAT?” Peter looked at you wide-eyed and Mayday raised her eyebrows even though she has no idea what was going on. But her dad sounding shocked was enough to get a surprised reaction from her.

“Sort of…” you whispered. You kept looking at the sun’s glare, as if it had the solution to your crumbling “love life”.

“What do you think we were, Peter? What is your perspective? Why was Miguel your first thought?” You remarked. You felt your voice slightly crack from your questions thrown at Peter.

You also felt a little irrational.

You were angry too.

Not at Peter of course, but of how pathetic you think you look right now.

A slew of emotions piled onto you suddenly, all negative.

“Y/n…Aren’t you guys best friends?” His answer shocked you when it shouldn’t.

If you said yes, you wouldn’t be lying because that’s how your relationship looked like. But it’s not how it felt. It felt like something more.

“You could say that,” You said, glancing at the hyper cars from below.

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“Thank you…”

Miguel looked startled as he turned in your direction below. “For what?”

“Saving me. My thigh feels better and thank you for uh, saving me,” You yelled, smiling awkwardly. Hopefully he couldn’t tell how nervous you were from up there.

Miguel leaned his head to behind you, “What do you have there ?”

“Oh, fuck right! Uh, these are for you,” You swung up and held out a plastic white bag, plastered with “THANK YOU”s and “GRACIAS”s.

You felt so stupid.

You sounded so stupid.

He probably thought you were stupid too.

“I- uh…got you some empanadas. I know you like them from Doña Rosa’s restaurant, so…here.” Miguel’s eyebrows were raised and he chuckled. “You didn’t have to, Y/l/n.”

Stuttering? Really?

You blushed and felt nervous. He’s your best friend?? Why are you feeling this way??

You retracted your arm with the bag before Miguel grabbed your arm and sucked his teeth. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t take them now, Y/n.”

Your face felt like it was on fucking FIRE.

“Gracias hermosa,” He said smiling and snatching the bag quickly.

He said it in a teasing way, which lead you even more confused as to what the hell it meant translated.

You tilted your head in confusion, “What does that mean?”

What if he said he didn’t like them?

WHAT IF HE THOUGHT YOU SOUNDED LIKE AN IDIOT?!

He turned around and shrugged. “Means ‘thanks bud’. So thanks, bud.”

His nonchalant tone made you bite the inside of your cheek as you frowned at him, who was already opening up the bag of empanadas and munching on a fig one.

“Yeah, you’re welcome, bud.”

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“I just need time to breathe and take a minute, Peter. It’s not every day one of your best friends just tells you ‘Oh! You’re dead to me, you bastard, I hate you, I want you gone from my life!’ That just doesn’t happen,” you said, feeling an immense wave of sorrow hitting you, replacing the anger that was just there.

Peter, in his 38 years of living never ever thought he would be in this situation; giving relationship advice to his 27-year-old colleague.

“Have you tried talking to him about it?” That was the first thing to mind. As you can tell, he isn’t really good at this.

“Well yeah-“

“How did it go?”

You glared are him and your tone turned sarcastic, “How does it look like it went?”

The sky’s sunset looked beautiful. It had an array of warm and gorgeous reds, pinks, oranges, and yellows, with a hint of violet.

“Well, he blocked my number! He unfollowed me on his super duper secret Instagram-”

“Wait what? Miguel has Instagram? He’s such a…”

You laughed a bit, “…Deadkill? Why? Is it because he has the humor of an 80-year-old man? He’s not that boring, Peter. He has social media.”

“Y/n. The man says ‘Oh shock!’ Like man, just say oh shi-” Peter stopped and looked at Mayday, who was already looking up at him and was smiling cutely.

“I mean ‘oh shiitake mushrooms’…”

You rolled your eyes and laughed, “Well he cut off all communication from me! The bastard even blocked me on SPOTIFY. He deleted our shared playlist-”

“Woah. WOAH! Shared playlist? Me n MJ do that!” he gushed.

You nodded, “And he was the one who added the majority of the songs. Pinche puto.”

“Yeah, yeah. Um Y/n, hey I don’t know. Talk to him?” He said, giving you a sassy tone with his hands on his hips. ”Peter, you’re setting me up for failure…”

“It would be, you know, more real if you just talked it over. I’m not sure about the whole picture as to what happened between you two but Miguel has always been so…depressing and you really did brighten up his life to some extent.”

“Right-”

“Hey, before you start being all mopey, just talk it out. I know Miguel just wouldn’t be irrational because he’s just a very level-minded person.”

If only he was…

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“You didn’t want to laugh. But the more he dramatically moved his hips, the less control you had until you busted out cackling.

You caught him dancing to Bachata while he was washing dishes in his apartment.

Why were you in his apartment? You came unannounced to hang out, thinking he wouldn’t really care, until you walked into him dancing to his bachata playlist.

“You should definitely teach me. I see you listening to this all the time,” you said, giggling.

He jumped and turned around, giving you a scowl. “Ay dios, what are you doing here?”

You walked infront of him and put your finger against his lips, “Shh. You should definitely teach me how to dance this.”

He stopped and gazed at you for a few seconds before he went over which led you to twirling around and him having his hands resting at your hips as he helped you sway them.

You were going to probably scream into your pillow once you got home and cry since you’ve been going at this for 30 minutes.

You felt kind of bad feeling that way about your best friend, but holy-

The current song stopped and you felt his breath against your ear as he whispered, “I can hear your heart beating fast. Are you alright?”

HOLY SHOCK?

“I-“

Before you said anything, he interrupted you just studying your facial features. He studied your lips, nose, beauty marks. The silence was then caught off by him kissing you.

You felt your heart stop for a second before you returned the kiss.

He pulled away and smiled, “I see that you didn’t try to stop me, hermosa.”

HOLYSHOCKHOLYSHOCKHOLYSHOCKHOLYSHOCK

“I don’t think I should stop you,” you whispered, getting a low chuckle from him before he carried you bridal style towards his sleeping quarters and laid you on his bed. He barely came back from a mission and was still in his suit while you were in your regular clothing.

“I see, you like calling me ‘hermosa’? What does that mean?”

He smirked at you and pointed at you, “It means beautiful, just like you.”

You got up a bit from your laid position and kissed him even harder, pulling his weight on top of you as you both were drowning in each other.

“Oh fuckkk…” He groaned, squeezing your ass before he started attacking your neck, leaving you with red and purple love bites. He reached for your collarbone and stopped.

“W-Why’d you stop,” you whined. You didn’t know what to feel at this point. Here you were, with your best friend who you had a crush on, making out in his bed. Did he feel the same way? You had to pinch yourself before you could decide it was an illusion.

It wasn’t.

“I need permission. Can you-“

Before he responded, you took off your shirt and slid down your pants, leaving you in your panties and bra. “Continue.”

He smiled and started to play with your clit and kissed you at the same time, as you moaned in the kiss.

“F-Fuck, O’Hara-“ you moaned

It’s safe to say that you still couldn’t believe what happened next when he asked for permission again.

He pushed a button from his watch, placing it on his nightstand to reveal his almost godly sculpted body…and his very, very long member.

Your eyes couldn’t help but widen, which he noticed and chucked.

“Do you think you take it?“

“I don’t know, but I can try,” you muttered. You didn’t know what just happened with your newly found confidence but you were rolling with it.

He ripped your panties off and put a condom on. He then, aligned his erected member to your vagina and went in.

“It hurts-“ you whined before he kissed you.

“Just take it, you’re doing good right now, cariño.” He said as he moaned a bit, enjoying how tight you feel around him.

‘Cariño’…that was new.

That’s what Doña Rosa called her husband whenever he came at random times in her restaurant when the two of you were ordering empanadas.

That’s what lovers call each other, right?

It didn’t take long for you to almost pass out from his girth entering in and out, giving you a wave of euphoria and a bit of pain.

Your mind was rushing at different places, all while hearing his little grunts and moans.

You were probably going to be sore tomorrow but it’s fine.

“I’m- I’m about to-“

“Yeah, me too,” he said before you both finished, feeling him fill you up.

“Shhh, sleep. You need rest now,” he said as he kissed your forehead and your eyes fluttered. He wrapped his sheets on you and patted your head. You softly smiled. It smelled like him and it smelled so good.

You recall him putting on some clothes and leaving, but thought he would come back.

You realized he didn’t when you woke up.

The only thing he left was a note on the other side of the bed you laid on, telling you that he felt every emotion opposite for love towards you. He wanted you to be gone from his life.

All you could do was just stare at a wall and cry.

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“Peter…are you sure that talking to him in person would help? I’m just-“

“Nervous? Yeah I get it. When me and MJ had our troubles, it’s always best to talk it out. Look at me now!”

“Peter, I’m looking at you and all I see is a middle-aged man in a superhero costume with a pink bathrobe, raccoon eyes, and a baby.”

Peter glared at you and rolled his eyes, “Wow I’m offended-“

You put up your arms, “Hey I’m sorry but that’s what I saw!”

“Mhm? Well, just talk to him. If he told you that in person-“

“He didn’t…”

Peter fumed, “Stop interrupting meeeee! Alright. That makes more sense then, honestly.”

You raised your eyebrow, “What do you mean by that?”

"What exactly did he do?"

You stared at him blankly, "He wrote a note.”

Peter scoffed and smiled cockily, “Miguel isn’t the type to do that stuff in writing!”

You cocked your head towards Peter, “And? What are you trying to say?”

Peter chuckled, “He didn’t mean it! That’s what it meant!”

You felt like your brain cells might have died from the statement Peter made.

What the fuck?

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yeah idk what I just wrote either.

tags ❤️‍🔥 (some don’t work and i’m so sorry 😭)

—— @catr4dora @leftcupcakedefendor @ushygushybaby @viriexo

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the-s1lly-corner · 6 months

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I was rewatching the Mulan films to get that childhood nostalgia, and I remembered how much I love Mushu...

So I thought "what would the cast of TADC x reader be like, who is practically a copy of Mushu's personality", I imagine that in appearance he would be a Chinese dragon humanoid but with his personality

TADC cast x mushu type! reader !

im finally back on my computer, woohoo! ill probably answer a few requests, since i wanna draw stuff today </3 i dont really like leaving my wips unfinished for more than a few days TToTT side note i gotta rewatch mulan, used to be one of my favorite movies as a kid (though i barely watched movies back then so uh uh its not like there were many contenders </3) relying on the good ol character wiki to help me through this because its been so long since ive watched the movie

CAINE:

i think caine would actually really enjoy you, a lot! in a weird way caine gives off similar energy, with the confidence and such you know? so you two probably bounce right off each other and build one another up... though sometimes this leads to more insane IHAs because you insist to caine that youre more capable than you actually are... as mean as that sounds... the only reason that things dont get too too chaotic is because caine, in my opinion, does hold some significant level of care for the circus members (at least as it stands for the pilot)

like would he die for them? probably not.. but he cares enough to keep the circus (mostly) safe and bothers with keeping them mentally stimulated and entertained; he doesnt even watch the IHAs himself so its likely that its not for his own entertainment

ponders

im getting off topic, though, point is i think you two would be friends !

POMNI:

honestly i struggle a lot with writing pomni, but i think the two of you would be friendly with one another ! i think she might be a little taken aback by your confidence, but hey, its not like its to anyones detriment, right? well... IHAs can get interesting, with you either insisting to run in, leroy jenkins style, into the conflict; or trying to push someone else to do (oftentimes ragatha, who i feel would be the most likely to do the most in IHAs if theres nothing pulling her away from it (cough cough checking on kaufmo cough cough)

honestly my brains a little fuzzy trying to remember mulan, but i feel like you and pomni would have a similar dynamic to mulan and mushu as well

JAX:

i think jax would try to push you more than he does the others since oftentimes your reactions are more... out there, youre so desperate to prove yourself as this big strong individual that you kind of make an ass out of yourself. and jax revels in your humiliation everytime someone manages to humble you.. in terms of the other stuff, i think he would tease and make fun of any abilities you have.. assuming you also have (some) fire abilities like mushu, jax would just call you names like "matchstick" and "lighter boy", making fun of your weak fire powers

RAGATHA:

as mentioned in pomnis part, you and ragatha have... an interesting dynamic... but i can also see you two having a similar dynamic to mushu and cri-kee . with you being bold and ragatha keeping you grounded. often you two end up together during IHAs with either ragatha seeking you out or someone pushing you to her

not much to be said, i think ! very similar dynamic, ragatha keeps you in check, though i think she would occasionally scold you if you did something particularly reckless

KINGER:

ooo this ones a hard one, but i think it would be similar to my personal take on what his and caines dynamic would be but with you as a fellow circus member rather than the ring master... has respect for you (though i think kinger would have respect for just about everyone who has come and gone to the circus, he doesnt strike me as the type to just diss others unless theres a reason he doesnt like the person... and even then he would mind his own business, i think) which... honestly, i can see this either making your ego more intense or actually mean something to have someone actually respect you.. ponders... character degradation(?) or character growth.. both are fun routes, i think! ill leave this one up to you...

slides my favorite kinger thing

you guys tell each other stories about your adventures, both of you hyping them up way more than they need to be

ZOOBLE:

writing zoobles part first because i think that they may be the hardest, but in the kindest way possible i dont think they would be able to stand your personality... maybe youre a little loud and out there, or maybe they just dont like your humor or often times self centered nature... i think they would tolerate you just enough to get through IHA but forming a friendship with zooble is going to be tough... though, they do find it amusing when you and jax butt heads

GANGLE:

very similar to pomnis part, i think... but like, gangle is shy whereas pomni is nervous so things are a little different... i think gangle would just along with most stuff you decide to do, that you rope her into, because she doesnt have a backbone to say no or suggest something else.. well she doesnt have bones in general but... you know? honestly she kind of envies you in a weird way, she wishes she had the confidence you have so sometimes she probably approaches you for advice.. how this ends up is up to you !

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

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kuni-is-daddy · 1 year

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"Just like that."

Scaramouche X female reader

fingering, teasing.

Anon: "SCARA TRAINING/WORKING OUT AND TEASING US, oh you like the way he stretches his arms after he won a battle he’ll make sure he shows them off...He’s dragging his fingers everywhere on himself to “wipe the sweat off” no he’s just teasing you, working you all up before he decides to finger you after a long day of showing everyone who’s boss"

954 WORDS

Scara fic list!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

"What a waste of space, Aren't you supposed to be the big strong fatui?" He said while hovering in the air. The beautiful teal chakra energy flowing through his body as his eyes glowed in correlation of it. The way he'd so casually step on his enemies after releasing a gigantic form of anemo energy. How he'd crush them under his heel, Watching as they cough and reel out blood in pain. And god the sly things that would come out of his mouth. Sometimes you'd wonder if he brought you out to the murky forests just so you could watch him. But you didnt care, You knew you'd always be safe in his arms...In more ways than one.

"Heh we're you seriously scared?" He said while looking down on you, Hair blowing through the wind. "I-im not scared scara...I Just dont want you to get hurt or be in danger." "Danger? How ridiculous, Im well aware people have it out for me in this joke of a reality we're in." He took his hat back away from you, then put his hand on his hip "If your so concerned then why do you still persist me? Your only looking for trouble." he scoffed. "Well..its because I love you scara." You held his hands. "and....I wouldnt mind a bit of 'trouble' in my life if it was you." He grew flustered from your words. "Oh really? Then how about you join me when i work out tomorrow? I Could use a little bit of 'motivation.' "

You locked the door from the inside. The interior of the apartment looked beautiful. The table and floors we're so clean you could practically see your reflection, Their was a room upstairs that caught your eye. Decorated in L.E.D lights that would glow green. 'so that must be nahidas room' you thought. Across the long hallway led to the workout room. As you approached the room you heard the echo of grunts and sighs. You knocked and with a rough "Come in" You entered. His gym was even more mesmerizing. Completely traditional to Inazuma's culture, not too much equipment and only the case of his malevolent katana the Shikiraku Gobandate. A blade strong enough to parry his own mothers Mosou no hitotachi. To your left, their was scara. He was bench pressing what looked like 175lbs by himself..Without a spotter. You rushed over to him, Your tits bouncing in his peripheral vision. "S-scara! why are you pressing without a spotter? You could get hurt!" You stood behind him and the bar while taking off your jacket. Your hands then hovered over it ready to catch the weights at any moment. Laying down, Scara had a perfect view of your cleavage.

SMUTTT:

"Your right, Maybe i should have you spot me with a view like this~" "S-shut up..or ill let it fall on you." He chuckled at your words. Watching scara excersis was so satisfying, The way he'd breathe heavy while lifting each time, Brokenly counting each set, It was music to your ears. Once he was done, He asked you to pass him his water bottle and god did he look hot. Scara was covered in sweat while his abs pierced through his tight black undershirt. His shorts we're also ruffled up, So much that you could see the V line leading down to his cock. Kuni noticed your visible staring and decided to entertain you a bit, He took sips from the water then poured out the rest of the bottle onto his hair. Ruffling his hair through his hands and while looking at you.

"Your enjoying yourself over there y/n?" You snapped out of your flustered daze. "Y-Yeah! Im gonna start my push ups now." You got on all fours, getting ready to position yourself when he interrupted you. "You should stretch out a bit. Its stupid for you to go straight into a heavy exercise like that." You looked up to see his tall and muscular body infront of you. He was stretching out his arms while he shorts loosely hanged on.

"12..13...14.." you collapsed then rolled over on your back against the floor. "Pathetic, Is that all you can do? only 14?" Your vision shifted to scara who was sitting on the floor while gently playing with the tip of his katana. "I could do 90 in my sleep y/n." He got up then walked up to you again. "Sorry scara..Im really trying.." "You 'trying' isnt good enough. Fucking push yourself harder. get to 15 at least next time. lets take a break." "A break..? Kuni we just started-" He took off his shirt and threw it onto the floor. "K-Kuni..." The room began to feel hotter as your body tensed up just looking at him again. "You sure like to run your mouth alot y/n. Always giving stupid little suggestions." He then laid back on his workout bench. "Come. How about you tell me what you want sooooo badly." You gave a flustered look and walked towards kuni, He patted his thigh and told you to sit on his lap. "You know, You look so fucking good in that outfit right now. Wearing black just for me~ I love how your nipples show every time you do a rep..Your not wearing a bra are you?" you turned your head. "Hmm? You we're giving me such gazing looks earlier. Isnt it my turn now?" You began to shift back and forth on his thigh, grinding. Kuni placed his hands against your waist while teasing you even further. "So eager arent you? Did you like that slut. The way i grazed my fingers so lightly against my blade. Want daddy to be gentle with you like that huh?" "Ah..Kuni~" You pressed your hands against his chest back and forth, Now pathetically chasing your high. "F-fuck..How about i treat you rough instead..S-shit..Get you on all fours like a fucking dog and have you choke on my cock. Want that? Want daddy to treat you rough like the pet you are?" Sometimes you'd get so wrapped up in your high and the burning feeling he gave you that you couldnt even understand what he was truly saying, it was if he fucked you dum before he even started.

Kuni picked you up and brought you onto the floor, Spreading your legs then pulling down your pants. "Shit...Look how wet you are. A slut like you worshipping my fucking body as you should. Do you want to feel good slut?" "mmh..Y-yes Kuni~ Wanna feel good" He thrusted two of his slender fingers inside of you. "Ugh~ Fuck your so wet for me. This pussy wants me so bad huh~?" "YES KUNI~ I..I want you to fuck me.. Please~" He laughed "So fucking pathetic..You want my cock that bad? I could give you more..But i like you like this, the horny bitch you are. Begging for me." "N-NO..FUCK~ KUNI PLEASE I WANT IT~ I WANT IT DADDY~" Your heart was beating so fast you just couldnt take it. How badly your legs we're shaking because you wanted to cum, how kuni teased you with no remorse and on top of that it was so hot in the room. "Thats it y/n. Yell just like that for me and cum on my fingers. cum on me, Let me hear you baby, How much you want it~ How much that pussy wants me to fill you up"

Your breath became rapid as you panted hard "K-KUNI M' SO CLOSE~ PLEASE- IM GONNA CUM~" you yelled out for kuni one last time as your juices oozed out onto his hand. "Fuck i love it when you cum for me like that~ all over my fucking fingers" He licked on his fingers while fiddling with the string on his pants. "K..kuni..im tired...gonna lay in your bed" you weakly got up, Legs wobbling from the orgasm you just had. Just as you we're about to head for the door he picked you up and brought you their himself. "T-thank you~" you yawned and began to close the door. but he firmly held it open against the knob. "I never said i was done with you yet slut." Noticing his hard on, he grabbed your hand and guided your fingers into his mouth. "Dont you think you should help master cum too?"

#genshin smut #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #kunikizushi #genshin impact #genshin x reader #scaramouche smut #scaramouche headcanons #scaramouche x yn #scaramouche x female reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact x reader

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daughterthethird · 4 days

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SIIIIIIIIIIIGH well if you're still taking ocs then I GUESS Razz since Junipurr is already a thing ✋️🙄

YOUR LUCKY IM NICE. 👊💥👊💥👊💥👊💥

Warrior-fication under the cut:

Hummingpaw was born from two (ex)clan leaders after the abolishment of the old Warrior code and (insert warrior cats Belos here). Despite their parents being officially retired leaders, they still tend to garner unwanted attention solely from the fact that they are leader-born (But also cause junipurr is just mighty popular amongst the clans i guess). Not only was the attention incredibly annoying, it also causes their gifted “powers” to flare up unpredictably.

Ever since they were a kit, they’ve been having unusually vivid dreams that keep reccuring. They quickly figured out that, for whatever reason, these dreams seem to foretell incidents that will happen in the future no matter how big or small. But it didn’t stop at just dreams, throughout the day they would get visions of other clanmates future. As you could imagine it rapidly became overwhelming. But while they kept this information to themselves and their family, it didn’t take long until the clan found out about their secret.

It was a joyous day for the clan—Starclan has chosen this young apprentice as their guide! It’s clear to them that Hummingpaw was a gifted cat, their “strong connection to Starclan” pretty much says it all. After they discovered their hidden powers, they were swiftly transferred to the medicine den and began training as a medicine cat… without asking how Hummingpaw thought of all of this.

Which ofc leads to alot of religious spite and hatred towards Starclan for “cursing” them, even if they dont show it 👍 and yeah theyre still gonna get the “seeing ghost/spirits” stuff btw cause thats actually a canon thing that happens in the books—one character even became a lil crazy cause of it !!! 😋

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OH OH OH and as a special bonus for ya- heres a slight junipurr redesign + vitimeow doodle teehee ;3 i wanted to design the parents first so id know how ill go about razz… i def had way more fun than i shouldve LMAOAOOAO

(The quality is kinda garbage but just bear w me ok 💔)

#HOOOOOHHHHHH GOD.#hhhfhhoooguuugughgghghhhhhhhh…..#welp *cracks knuckles* guess whos done with her exams!!! 🥳🥳🥳#IM FINALLY ABLE TO DO THE RAZZY REQUEST YIIPPEEEEEEEEE 🫶🫶🫶 HOPE YOU ENJOY THEM!!!!! <3333 #also yeah thats a butterfly btw *wink wink nudge nudge*#*WHISPERS* BUTTERFLY EFFECT…. SYMBOLLISSMMM…………. OOOOoooOooOoOOoOOO….#anyways i need to snorkmimimi the fuck out its literally past midnight 😭😭 GOODNIGHTY TUMBLRRR!!!!!#and goooooddnighty iggy!!! 🫂🫂🫂🫂#warrior cats #warrior cats ocs

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feartoxinjelloshot · 2 months

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honestly i am not a fan of how this drawing turned out BUT i did invest some time into it so i would be amiss not to post it for posterity if nothing else.

context:

so, i spent a long time ruminating on what to do with the league of assassins in my au. obviously, a lot of the canon material concerning it is staggeringly racist, not to mention just kind of stupid overall, so i knew that i wanted most of it to go out the window off the bat. at the same time there were certain aspects of it that i knew i wanted to retain - the immortality, the lazarus pits, talia's original antihero stuff, damian being a weird little knife child, etc - so eventually i decided that the "league of assassins" as it were doesn't really exist; ra's has simply operated im plain view for long enough that people who were paying enough attention went "hey, what the hell, he has a guy lined up for everything, surely he's running some kind of secret evil shadow organization?" he's not. he's really not. he's just been alive long enough that he has a lot of personal favors owed to him at this point. his actual "organization" is like, at maximum three people who owe him life debts at any given time. he's also not really evil per say. he's just really weird.

what ra's is actually doing (amidst some good old garden variety ecoterrorism - if ivy can do it so can he, and it was a core aspect of his motivation for several decades) is acting upon the pathological obsession he has with the lazarus pits. the lazarus pits in my au are a mix of the birth of the demon and BTAS lore surrounding them: they are natural deposits that must be manually dug out from underground wellsprings to be used, but they are also deeply connected to earthly magnetism and can be located via complex leylines and other ambiguously supernatural means. ra's, from his first discovery of them, has been dedicated to obsessively cataloguing and "deciphering" what he perceives to be the grand mystery of the natural world we live in, and that once he "solves" it, he can show the truth to others and the planet will be transformed into a paradise. (you may note this is not dissimilar to the riddler's pathos concerning patterns - more on that point later probably). this also has ties to his mortal occupation as a physician. he has a strong lingering investment in finding new ways to cure ills, and sees death as the ultimate ill, and therefore he wants to find a way to universally cure death.

now, a lot of this is directly informed by his backstory from birth of the demon, which happens to also contain the sole appearance of the other character in this image, Huwe (we aren't given another name for him to my memory, so i'm forced to assume that's his only one). huwe was an enemy-turned-ally of ra's who eventually became immortal alongside him up until the mid 1800(???)s, where they had a fight that ended in ra's killing huwe by stabbing him with a fire poker. i thought the dynamic between them was really interesting and underutilized in that comic so i decided to bring it back - it goes pretty differently in my au but i have not worked out the specifics to any degree of clarity yet so i will leave that for another post.

there is also more going on with talia and damian in this au, but this is getting long and they aren't even in this post so ill give the cliffnotes version: talia was raised to be more or less a 'warden' of the lazarus pits and she is immortal like ra's, albeit much younger chronologically. she has a vested desire to lead a "normal" life and live and die as a mortal. after having damian, who is ostensibly supposed to be her successor, she sends him away to live with bruce as a form of achieving her dream vicariously through him - as long as he remains mortal and lives as he wishes to, away from the inherited responsibility of the pits, she can bear the weight of it knowing he's out there somewhere. ra's's side of this is a whole other thing about immortal loneliness and his family being the only ones who he can relate to at all after all that he's done and a weird amount of parallels to the joker of all people but this is getting WAY TOO LONG.

TL;DR ra's (long hair) is a strange immortal doctor and the other guy is huwe, his totally-not-gay-and-also-immortal friend.

#scribbles #clipsverse #ra's al ghul #huwe #footnote do NOT ask me wtf they are wearing in this image. i made that shit up so hard. ill figure out actual outfits for them later

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hiemaldesirae · 29 days

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Question: how would your characterization of demon Alastor react to finding out for the last 60+ years that what he thought was Vox breaking up with him was actually Demon!Valentino drugging/r**ping him with his venom/aphrodisiac and Vox has No memory of what he and Alastor actually had? No memory of anything except maybe the last month? And to find out Valentino only did this so Vox (who was becoming a TV mogul) would put his pornos on the tv. How would he help Vox remember? What would he do to Valentino? Would Velvette also suffer?

okay so. nonny, i wont blame you for not knowing, especially since ive never explicitly talked about it on main, but for future reference, im not that big on the whole abusive staticmoth dynamic. i can see why others enjoy it, and i do read stories with it from time to time simply because the premise captivates me that much, but in general id say i much more prefer a version where val and vox are at the very least best friends if not crossing into the sort of blurry best friends who smooch sometimes territory.

now having said that, i'll still answer your question because again, not very fair of me to just brush you off for no reason when i never made my preferences clear beforehand. (this gets long, so i'll leave a readmore.) warning: my demon radiostatics are always freak4freak no matter what. so this does get a little iffy in terms of ethics

my favourite interpretation of radiostatic is two sickos who are just as closely obsessed with each other, so in the unlikely case that al would let vox go for that long, when he realizes again the first thing he's going to do is go and. well. for lack of a better term, atticwife him (i hope to god this isn't just a term used in east asian fandoms because if i have to explain this ill eat lead). maybe after a little bit of time, he'll allow vox some liberties, but even then it'd be very little. ill put it this way- imagine the most toxic irl relationship you can: someone who tracks and micromanages their partners every move, barely lets them outside the house without going with them, monitors every friendship that they allow their partner to have, and there you have it. thats radiostatic! ah, young love. so sweet, dont you think? after all, alastor can't risk his muse's eyes slipping off him again. he's been deprived of that attention for far too long, and it wasn't even by his own doing! that's an offense in and of itself.

now im assuming that its only val who's doing the exploitation here so presumably vel would have no hand in any of the mess, and perhaps not even be fully aware of the nuances behind the scenes. i mean, it wouldn't really matter either way because once alastor finds out the reason why his other half hasnt been reciprocating their insane little song and dance he's getting rid of any and all obstacles, permanently. vox doesnt need anyone else so long as he has him- and hey, he was friends with him, rosie and husk first, so its not even as if its much of a loss. the only people he'd presumably leave alive would be voxs own contracted souls, and even then thats a bit of a gamble depending on just how bad i want the both of them to be: without his contracted souls, vox would be weaker and more susceptible to whatever alastor wants, so i guess its a matter of whether or not i want the freak4freak relationship where theyre both equally strong but vox willingly submits because he gets more thrill out of it that way or whether i want freak4freak where vox has to struggle way harder and still ends up giving in anyway because al is simply stronger

as for what he'd actually *do* to val. i mean. he does still have that radio broadcast of his, doesn't he? i think you can probably put the pieces together. the thing with animal sinners is that theres simply so many parts of them to break... show-wise, i never understood how overlords like alastor or val could even rise to their position, with the amount of weak spots they must have. that broken antenna vox and val share is certainly something that speaks to their higher vulnerability. and moth wings are especially fragile: i owned little silkworm moths at one point (they were my babies, i loved them for the month or so i got to care for them) but their wings were so thin they were wearing holes in them by the second or third day. val's coat-wings look much thicker in comparison, but of course, my perception is limited by the show only. so i mean, who knows? im sure whatever happens, itll make the best entertainment in al's eyes :)

#if you guys want to hear more unhinged radiostatic i mean #im always glad to share it but in my head the vees are very tightknit #like very difficult to distinguish them between a polyam relationship and normal friendship tightknit #so i do dislike making val the main 'villain' just for tension purposes #but freak4freak radiostatic questions are always welcome!#ran rambles #hazbin hotel #radiostatic #general asks

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michinnyun · 2 years

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could i maybe request wanda comforting the reader after they’ve just had a really bad day and are like crying and stuff? wanda just holds them and tells them everything is gonna be okay and gives forehead kisses because they make everything better!! the reader maybe is struggling with mental health / depression? don’t feel pressured to write this!! i just need comfort lmao.

Okay um. I went way overboard. Are we all depressed rn LMAO. i also like don't think i followed the prompt correctly but IF IT'S BAD JUST LET ME KNOW AND ILL TRY AGAIN

A Hug and a Kiss

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x gn!Reader

Summary: Love is patient, love is kind

Tags: Showers × showering together × milf moments tm × im love her × non sexual showering × Depression × Crying × Fluff × Fluff and Angst × Self-Esteem Issues × Self Confidence Issues × True Love

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Some days are better than others. That’s how it is for everyone, right? So then why is extra damn hard for you sometimes?

That's what you think while you wallow in bed. You had things to do today, errands and chores and such. Self care. Meals to make. None of them got done.

You don't want to call Wanda. She shouldn't see you like this. Strong, beautiful Wanda, who can create new realities with a snap of her fingers. She’d just think you were pathetic.

Tears slip out for what feels like the millionth time at that thought and soak into your pillowcase. You thought you’d run out of those by now.

As if your thoughts had summoned her, there’s a knock on your apartment door as Wanda lets herself in. You bolt up in bed, panicking. She calls your name and you scramble to make yourself look semi-decent.

Your hair is a greasy rat’s nest and you've had the same sweater on for three days. What is she going to think of you now? She’s never seen you during an episode before.

“Are you okay? You weren't answering any of my messages-” she says, walking into your bedroom and taking in the sight of empty water bottles and protein shakes on your nightstand.

Your lower lip wobbles, and you can't meet her eyes. You feel ashamed, caught. She was never supposed to know about this.

You’re positive she's going to leave, disgusted with you, when she coos and descends upon you, taking you in her arms.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she murmurs, kissing your forehead, your cheeks. You start crying in earnest, and she kisses your tears too. “How long has this been going on?”

You sniffle. “A couple of days. I don't know. I kind of lost track of time.”

“Have you eaten anything?” Your eyes dart to the empty bottles on your side table and she nods, understanding.

She kisses your mouth, sweetly, and you fight the urge to push her away. “Haven't- brushed my teeth. Or showered. ‘S gross,” you say, embarrassed. She kisses you again anyway. You wrinkle your nose.

“Let’s take care of that then, hm?”

You nod hesitantly as she leads you into your bathroom, lifting your sweater over your head and taking her own clothes off. She ties her hair into a high bun on her head and turns on the shower as you take off your pajama pants and underwear. Your cheeks burn.

She grabs your toothbrush and puts a dollop of minty paste on it, coaxing you into the warm spray so you can wet your hair and brush your teeth at the same time.

Once that’s done, you leave your toothbrush next to the shampoo bottle as she lathers two pumps of the suds into your hair.

She’s careful to keep it out of your eyes. You didn't realize how much you needed this, how good it feels to get clean again. How good it feels to have some help when you can’t take care of yourself. Plus, a little bit of human touch never hurt anybody.

You sigh involuntarily as Wanda massages into your scalp. She laughs softly. “Feels good?”

You hum, nodding. She rinses the suds out, then starts on the conditioner.

You’re crying again, suddenly. After feeling nothing for so long, the tightness in your chest is unbearable. You want to hold her, thank her, kiss her and praise her until you dissolve into each other and disappear from the face of the Earth. You can’t believe she's doing this for you. It’s so unbelievably kind, especially coming from someone who’s been through so much.

You turn around, wrapping your arms around the soft skin of her middle and kissing her. It’s not with any urgency, you just can't find the right words right now to let her know how you're feeling. How she makes you feel.

Wanda seems to understand. She strokes your cheek, a gesture filled with so much affection that you think you're going to die. She’s going to kill you, and you're going to go happily, because it's her and she's taking care of you.

She pulls away, smiling at you as she takes the shower head and rinses away the rest of the slippery product.

Finally, she soaps you up, bending down to clean your legs and reaching around you to scrub your back. She presses a kiss to your mouth and leads you under the water, finally clean for the first time in days.

You step out onto your bath mat, grabbing your towel and drying yourself methodically while Wanda quickly finishes in the shower.

She comes out in all her naked glory, and you hand her her own towel.

You dry off together, then head into your room to grab fresh pajamas.

Wanda sits on the edge of your bed, her fiery hair slightly frizzed, wearing one of the huge cotton t-shirts that you keep just for her.

She beckons you over with a towel, scooting back so you can sit in the cradle of her thighs, silent as she methodically dries your hair.

You’re deeply refreshed in a way you haven't felt in a while. Her hands have transformed you, made you clean and better and whole. Well, you'll never be whole, but you've been pieced back together, at least temporarily.

She tosses the towel into your overflowing hamper when she's done, pulling you back into bed with her until your head is laying on her chest and your legs are tangled together.

She makes you so warm. You don't want to cry again, so you just turn your face into the crook of her neck. Hiding from the world. She smells so good, like honey and skin and soap.

“Thank you,” you murmur, and she strokes your hair, still a little wet from the shower.

“Of course. I wish you would've called me,” she says quietly.

Don’t cry, don't cry. You sniffle again. God damn it.

“I just- I didn't want you to worry about me,” you say lamely. She holds you closer, pressing a kiss into the crown of your head.

“Silly. I'll always worry about you.” She rubs her hand comfortingly up and down your arm, and God, this is more than you deserve.

“I don't deserve you,” you say, echoing your own thoughts.

She tsks. “Don't say that. I love you. We deserve each other.” Then she hesitates. “I get like that too sometimes, you know.”

You furrow your brows. “You do?”

She shrugs. “Well, yeah. Sometimes it all just gets to be too much, and I just shut down. All the sadness, and the what-if’s. It drains you. Drowns you. There obviously more to it but- yeah, I get it.”

You nod, amazed that you're not alone. That she understands you.

“I love you so much,” you murmur, snuggling into her, sighing gratefully when she holds you a little closer, a little tighter. “You’re wonderful. I can’t believe I met you.”

She laughs, kissing your forehead. “I love you. You’re going to be okay.” She tilts your head up, pressing her lips to yours. “I’m here. I love you.”

“I love you,” you whisper between more kisses. “I love you."

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #elizabeth olsen #marvel #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch #fluff #reader insert #my fic #i have problems lmao #i hope you enjoyed!!#depression fic #depression cw

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pinkpicket · 2 years

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Is this relationship\ situationship worth it?

Pile 1- pile 2- pile 3- pile 4- pile 5- pile 6

1. No. And you know why? Bc it seems like whatever this is it wont become better, i see no improvements at all and it genuinly makes me sad bc u seem like ur really trying and overthinking this, trying to not let go, trying to remain hopeful but deep down u know this wont ever bloom to its full potential. Honestly i see disappointment coming from this, it’s like ur gonna be asking urself all this waiting for what? And ur right. So let go or at least distance urself for now. But don’t get hopeless bc u have something better or it’s on the way, and they won’t disappoint u like this. So this one is not worth it but what’s to come is more than worth it.

2. I see two different people here, one is more than willing while the other seems to not even try. Now idk which one u r so ill tell u about both and u decide for urself: A) this person is such a giving person, so protective of the people they love( i see strong scorpio here) and willing to do whatever it takes. This is a person that will fight for who they love with whatever they can but also have their own boundaries too, like if u not giving the same way they’re not going to stay ( AND GOOD FOR THEM👏) while B) person is…. Um.. lazy and neglectful like someone u cannot depend on, definitely not to defend or fight for u. It’s like they dont see the worth in what’s around them. They’re ungrateful. So is it worth it? no, not at all. So should u leave? Well that depends on which person u r. So if ur person A definitely move from this pls, ur loyalty deserves to be reciprocated. But it definitely wont be easy for u to move on ( not surprising considering how loyal u r) but if ur B person then i guess dont leave, u know why? Bc u won’t find no one better but i cant guarantee they wont leave if u don’t change.

3. Fuck no. Absolutely no. Did u hear me???L? I said fucking no. Dude im actually pissed, why on earth are u even with this person????? Like u absolutely deserve better, WAYYY BETTER. This person is making u lose in life, so get out as soon as possible. This shit is not worth it at all. Im not even gonna tell u nothing more other than the fact this thing has no future. So love urself for once and leave.

4. Yes. Definitely. But u have to work for it like this is the type of thing that can become so beautiful and fruitful but it needs work like all things. So whatever ur problem is work it out bc in the end it will bloom into a beautiful relationship.

5. YES. Hell even more than yes. Honestly im so happy seeing this, i thought all the reading would be negative but this is absolutely gorgeous. Fight for it. So id actually like to give u some advice: even tho i see this as a beautiful mature ( or soon to be mature) relationship, try to be more giving like buy gifts for each other, talk more, share ur feelings more bc baby this thing u have going on is meant to be. The universe arranged this, so protect it with everything u have. Remember this reading, honestly save it up somewhere just so u can be reminded from time to time.

6. Wow okay this is very confusing. I see this as two situations, so maybe two very different groups of people chose this group. read both and decide which is meant for u.

So first group of people are the ones that i would give a small tiny yes, sorta bc this is not exactly the person that’s worth it but more like this person will lead u into something or someone that will be worth it.

While in this other group, i see two type of people( it can represent the people involved so once again u decide which is u 🤕) well number 1 is the hermit, this person rn is meant to be alone, they need to find themselves first then maybe yes this relationship will work, but as for now u have a journey ahead of u. And number 2 is the one that’s fighting for this relationship, i hate to say this but this is not worth it. So if u want to sure u can still try, but u wont get anything out of this. This is a waste of time.

#free tarot #pac reading #pick a card reading #pick a picture #pick a pile #tarot reading #free card reading #pick a card #tarotonline #tarot of the day #tarot advice

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nian-7 · 10 months

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To continue the ZENITSU SAGA (im sorry im about to give like some spoilers about the anime if you watched it :'3)

This still includes yanqing

While s/o was trying to find their way out of the forest, they encountered a spider-related monster, its minion spiders bite s/o. S/o was so afraid that they were just dodging but got hurt. And now they are laying on the ground literally, they can't move as all of their limbs stopped working and their breathing is getting slower. And then they passed out (they were alone at that time, yanqing found s/o after passing out)

And now they are in a hospital, since they were turning into a spider, they got shorter.

IF YOU CAN DO IT AGAIN YES TY, IDC HOW LONG IT TOOK ILL JUST WAIT !!!

C ANON!!!

YES, DW ABOUT SPOILING ANYTHING FOR ME, I'VE FINISHED THE WHOLE SERIES (i read it all) ENJOY!

Yanqing x gn!reader

✧s/o getting infected & almost turning into a spider

✧tw: spiders (not explicitly described), angsty-hurt comfort

-There's always a little thought in the back of Yanqing's mind whenever you get sent out somewhere solo that you'll come back injured. Him being him though, he shoves it away and focuses on what he's meant to be doing. You are strong enough to be sent out solo after all.

-Little does he know, the forest you're travelling through is infested with spiders. Although they don't usually attack people, it seemed today really wasn't your lucky day.

-A large spider had come down from the trees above. It made you uncomfortable just by simply looking at it. You would prefer to not hurt any of the spiders and just run away but, it seemed like it wouldn't let you.

-Escaping wasn't easy when you were busy looking everywhere to make sure a spider wasn't trying to latch onto you and inflict it's venom into you. Jumping and running around what felt like a million spiders was not very easy.

-As you reached what you had hoped to be the edge of the forest, your leg had started to violently throb. A spider had gotten you amidst your frantic escape and now the venom had started to kick in. And god was it painful.

-You couldn't go any farther as you lean against a tree, slumped over. All you could think about was if you were possibly going to die here. From a spider bite. What a heroic way to go down.

-It's as if you blinked and you were back safely in the infirmary. You had nearly screamed when you saw how much you had shrunk but one of the doctors had stopped you before you could.

-They simply explained what had happened, apparently some Cloud Knights had found you and rushed you over. Yanqing had also been sitting by your bed for a while like a kicked puppy, refusing to leave your side till the General had to lead him away so they could treat you.

-He absolutely will be helping as much as he can with your recovery. As much as he's allowed to at least. He knows he still has his own work but he really wants to help you! Yanqing is just glad you're alive at this point, he isn't sure what he'd do if you hadn't woken up or if you hadn't been found when you were.

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

#x reader #gender neutral reader #nian-anon #yanqing x reader #yanqing #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #angst #hurt comfort

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blueeandyellowmakesgreen · 1 year

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so @strangeswift gave me a writing prompt of will bonding with someone through art, and mike getting jealous and i got.. uh.. carried away 😁😁

anyway, hope you enjoy it!!

will finds himself painting a lot lately. due to their, er, current situation, it was hard to find the best art materials, but he guesses it was a perfect opportunity to try out more sketching just to get it out of his system.

he sits on an empty bench near hawkins high, currently waiting for mike to finish his volunteering shift. mike actually asked him to stay with him, but he insisted he needed some fresh air alone. he tried to ignore mike’s hurt puppy expression and the somber way he said ‘oh, okay.’ as he requested it.

he didnt know what he was drawing. he practically had two full pages full of scribbles that amounted to nothing, that it led him to exhale out of frustration. he places the crumpled pages close to him so he makes sure to properly throw it later. he hated not being able to make things. it was the only way to keep him distracted from his thoughts, but his mind just decided…not to cooperate. the brain’s funny like that. will’s brain is funny like that. he had the biggest art block since the entire world ended and all that could occupy his mind was his stupid unrequited crush. so sue him for not making the creative juices flow enough.

that is, until he sees a particular guy at his proximity. he looked like a student, and he was talking with his friends. he seemed cheerful, a bright spirit with the way his laugh projects from where will was sitting. long, curly hair brunette, with kind eyes. he was wearing an oversized polo with that was effortlessly tucked into his shorts. if will was staring any longer like a creep, he could have sworn he saw piercings under his nose too.

and before will knew it, will draws a stroke, then two. it didnt take long until he was drawing a wisp of the boy’s hair, building it up. absentmindedly, his hands begin to move on its own as he puts in a couple of short strokes in a certain area. the lines lead to a nose with a strong bridge. he transitions to putting quite some detail in the subject’s lips, and then the kind eyes will took in great detail of.

just a couple of details, some subtle shading and… done.

will marvels at his new creation, and he found it hard not to stare. mostly because he couldnt believe he was capable of drawing something this good. he believed at least, that it was enough to capture this person’s beauty, that was worth something. and even if he’s the only one he’d think that, he’ll hold it close. he lets himself be proud of this one.

‘’tsk. damn, i knew i was attractive, but…’’

will jumps at the voice behind him. as if on instinct, he swiftly fumbles to close his sketchbook and set it aside. his head darts from his sketchbook, to the guy behind him.

and after a few short glances, will concludes this is not just some guy. this was the guy who he was just fucking sketching in public and now he has no idea how to get out of this situation that doesnt make him seem like a creep.

but he also found it rude to leave the guy hanging overall. he takes a deep breath. whats the harm in digging the grave a bit deeper?

‘’h-hey, uh.. listen about this...i dont normally do this. draw like this in public.’’ will manages to croak out. smooth.

the boy’s kind eyes smile. ‘’but im just soo handsome that i broke that habit out of you? im flattered.’’

‘’i-im sorry, i didnt mean to freak you out. let me just..’’ will stammers, in the process of tearing out the paper where the sketch is. before he starts to crumple it, the boy suddenly holds will’s hand. will knew it was to stop him, but the fact a boy is holding his hand thats not a threat in any way is making his brain short circuit a bit.

‘’before you do that..can i see it?’’ the boy asks earnestly. will could only stare, incredulous. ‘’come on, its my face. i at least have a right to see it.’’

‘’it-it’s not really that good.’’

‘’ill be the judge of that.’’ he smirks, and gently takes the sketch off of will’s hands. he leaves him with a flirtatious smirk leaving will flushed.

he then turns his gaze onto the paper and continues to look at it for what seemed like an eternity for will. he scans his face for a reaction, but it looked like the boy was still making his final verdict.

will was dying. he didnt know why he cared about the opinion of this boy so much, but he did. hell, something must have possessed him, because the last time he drew a boy he found pretty was mike wheeler and he was basically his muse. he felt like he was betraying mike somehow, even if he never actually told mike he was the constant subject of a of his paintings.

will wanted to jump off a cliff from this humiliating revalation.

‘’you’re amazing,’’ the boy’s booming voice brings will back to reality. ‘’i love the way you shade. you brought out my features so well in a way thats you. like from this piece alone, i can tell what your distinctive art style is, and that is insanely difficult to pull off. you should be proud!’’

will finds himself at a loss of words from the sudden compliment. he has no doubt his face is as red as an apple right now. all he could do was nod rapidly, and mutter a simple thanks. the boy attempts to flip a page, only to look back at will with a look asking for approval. will nods again to accept. one person looking at his sketchbook couldnt hurt, right?

..until he reaches the forbidden page where its full of mike drawings. he feels his cheeks glow red again, heart rate beating. he cant believe he forgot that was even there. this is why he doesnt let people see his stuff! its all of his feelings in one page!

however, he wasnt met with a look of disgust. just curiosity, and softness. ‘’these are all great. i can see youve been experimenting with a lot of mediums here; acrylic, charcoal. have you tried oil?’’

‘’oh.. yeah. oil is a little new for me. im meaning to get better at it though.’’

‘’good. its good to be an all rounder.’’ the boy says enthusiastically as he flips more pages, the beaming look of genuine awe never leaving his face. more pages of his sketches of mike show up, and will intends to coil himself into a ball until he shrinks to nonexistence.

‘’i notice you draw this guy a lot. is he someone you like?’’

will freezes.

the boy closes the sketchbook, waving his hands in the air. ‘’no, no, shit! um…dont worry. dont worry, okay? fuck, i keep forgetting it’s…’’ the boy sighs. will starts to get confused at his reaction. why was he taking this so strongly?

‘’im…i didnt mean to scare you. its just.. im.. i mean, if you are..’’ the boy continues to stammer, and will feels himself lean closer.

could he also be..?

‘’m-my boyfriend. im an artist too, actually. and i tend to draw him a lot.’’ he finally lets out, his hand gently caressing will’s sketchbook and brings it back to him. ‘’its normal.’’

‘its normal.’

its normal.

will repeats it to himself like a mantra.

will holds out a breath he didnt know he was holding. he smiles widely. god, hes actually meeting someone who’s just like him. unfortunately taken, but wow.

we do exist.

‘’well..he’s not my boyfriend though.’’ will mutters, playing with the spirals on the top of his sketchbook. his smile drops once he says it. ‘’mike-his name is mike- has a girlfriend. well, had a girlfriend.’’

‘’oh fuck.’’

‘’.. who just so happens to be my sister.’’

‘’oh fuck.’’

will finds himself smiling at his reaction. yeah, he knows his situation’s the worst, but at least he can get a kick out of how people are taking it. ‘’yep.’’ he replies popping the ‘p’ at the end.

‘’im sorry, man.’’

‘’its okay. all i wanted was for us to be best friends again. but lately, i feel like…we aren’t anymore.’’

‘’why do you say that?’’

will still finds it strange and shocking how he’s openly telling someone about his definitely not straight feelings to a stranger, but in all honesty he never felt safer in his life. so he finds it in himself to continue.

‘’i-i don’t know,’’ will scoffs. ‘’i don’t even know what i did. we’re at such a.. weird stage in our friendship right now that i dont even know what we are. first he ignores me for her, now when he broke up with her, hes running back to me spouting about he wants to be friends, and now hes gone back to fixating over her and ignoring me again. like… i feel like’s playing with me. and i hate myself for it. i should get angry, but all i can do is accept when he runs back to me, even if its so unfair. because unfortunately, ive been in love with this stupid guy for as long as i can remember, and i feel stuck.’’

will presses his lips to a line, and closes his eyes. before he knew it, tears slowly started to come down. and now he’s crying to a stranger. great! ‘’sorry. i never.. met someone like me before, so this is..’’

‘’dont apologize, alright man? i get it,’’ the boy says as he gently rubs will’s back. ‘’this is huge for me too.’’

‘’how did you know? weren’t you worried i was going to..be disgusted, or something?’’ will asks.

he shrugs. ‘’i dont know. there’s something about you. about me. we just know, right?’’

will wipes his tears and sniffs. ‘..yeah. right.’’

‘’and concerning your friend…’’ the boy smiles gradually. ‘’don’t give up.’’

‘’what?’’

‘’after what you told me? something tells me its.. not over between you two.’’

before will could inquire any more, a gentle but tight grip lands on his shoulder. he turns around, it was mike. ‘’hey, sorry for the wait. you good?’’

‘’oh, yeah.’’ will turns to the boy with kind eyes with a big grin. ‘’im really glad i met you.’’

the boy grins back. ‘’me too! is there any way we can keep in touch?’’

‘’yeah! yeah, let me just..’’ will tears a small piece of paper from his sketchbook and starts writing his number down. before he could continue, he turns to mike with an apologetic look. ‘’sorry for this mike, give me 2 minutes.’’

‘’sure, whatever.’’ mike says flatly, not even looking at will. he was crossing his arms, his demeanor all grumpy.

okay, weird. did something happen back in the school?

will finishes writing the number and gives it to the boy. ‘’this is at the wheeler’s place, but we’re just staying over there. you can just ask for me.’’

‘’i mean i would, but i dont even know your name.’’

before will could open his mouth, mike takes over for him. ‘’his name is will. what’s yours?’’

what seemed like an innocent question sounded very threatening and condescending to everyone else.

he squints before answering. ‘’my name’s ty. yours?’’ he asks rather teasingly. will is so lost, because ty is looking at mike like he’s an open book, and he knows the chapters like the back of his hand.

‘’mike. mike wheeler.’’ he extends his arm for a handshake. ty reaches out to accept it but once he reached a glimpse of contact, mike pulls back immediately as if he was burnt. ty doesnt seem too bothered though. if anything, he feels like he was expecting that. ‘’ahhh.. so you’re mike.’’ ty says with one side of his lips curving upward.

will felt the tension rise. he did not like it.

mike clears his throat. ‘’will, we need to go. curfew, remember?’’

‘’since when did you care about curfew?’’ will smirks.

‘’i don’t,’’ mike rolls his eyes. ‘’honestly, i just wanna go home.’’

‘’okay, okay.’’ will obliges. he takes one last look at ty, who was giving the two a knowing look as they walk away. again, weird. what the hell does ty know about them after a 10 minute conversation?

he then turns back to mike whose back was more slumped than usual, walking a little faster than will. will jogs up to catch up to him.

‘’so, how was your shift?’’ will asks awkwardly.

‘’it was fine.’’

‘’..mike, did something happen? because you seem a little…’’

‘’im fine, will.’’

‘’..okay.’’

the atmosphere was very tense now, and will didnt want to escalate it further than it has. he knew mike was already drifted away, and he did not want to make it more complicated. he got the message, theyre not that close anymore. done.

but mike suddenly stops in his steps, which makes will do the same. ‘’mike?’’

‘’will.. did you.. draw him?’’

will has been turning red a lot today lately. ‘’w-what?’’

‘’that.. guy. did you draw him?’’

‘’i.. did. did you see that?’’ will yells at himself, beating himself up internally for drawing in public, for putting his heart out on his sleeve. curse one cute guy for making him submit. he feels mike walk closer to him. his heart beats rapidly. this was it. he was mentally preparing for mike to hate him, tell him he’s disgusting, and that he never wants to see him again.

‘’do you draw me?’’

‘’what?’’

‘’i know you draw me with the rest of the party, with.. dnd stuff but..’’ now it was mike’s turn to fumble in his words and mannerisms, and will has no fucking idea on why, but by god was it adorable to watch.

‘’i just wanna know if you drew me too. like, just me. portraits, you call it?’’

after what you told me? something tells me its.. not over between you two.

it was that one recalling of a conversation that made will feel a little bit bold that day. ‘’..yeah. lots of times, actually.’’ will looks down with a shy smile on his face.

‘’good.’’ mike whispers.

‘’huh?’’

‘’fuck. nothing. um…okay. cool.’’

‘’yeah.. cool.’’

…

‘’will you be drawing him more than..me?’’

will cannot believe what he’s hearing right now. did the universe just decide to fuck with him today? is he getting targeted right now? a sick, cruel joke?

will doesn’t think so, because all he sees right now is mike. the mike he misses. the mike who talks to him all gently, who’s himself. nervous, wreck of a human being mike wheeler. mike wheeler, the love of his life. forever the subject of his paintings.

will looks up at mike, and their eyes lock.

‘’not possible.’’

#byler #writing #fuck this was LONG #i got carried away. anyway enjoy

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Darren and Tucker (Part 2)

Climax

A week and a half went by. Darren kept it professional with Tucker and the two seemed to be back on track with joking around but an aura of sexual tension was building under the surface for them both. Darren couldn’t stop replaying the scenario over and over in his head. The way Tucker looked up at him as if there was a silent agreement of who was in control. Tuckers cock stiffening as Darren pushed the melted milkshake into his face, forcing him to finish the thick, calorie rich drink. Darren jerked off every night just cherishing every small detail about that day. He remembered the whimpers that Tucker let out as Darren told him to keep eating. It was too much for Darren to bring up now that the incident had ended. Tucker didn’t mention it either. It’s as if it was a secret they both experienced together but kept from each other at the same time.

Tucker met Darren one Friday morning in the gym at the usual time. His strong arms reached for the handle to the lifting area of the base gym and as he opened the door, Darren was benching what looked like 225lbs with ease.

Tucker smiled and said

T- “damn, look who’s the big guy now”

D- set his barbell on the rack and sat up to look at Tucker “I have some catching up to do if I’m competing with you” he laughed

T- “Wanna keep hitting chest today? Im good with it if you’re already started on it.”

D- “Sure”

The two men traded the bench back and forth until Darren was beat.

D- “ I gotta switch it up, Im going to do some decline sets. Will you spot me?”

T- “Sure”

Darien threw two 45 pound plats on the barbell, sat down and wrapped his ankled around the leg supports that stopped him from sliding head first on to the ground. He watched as Tucker slowly walked over toward him to spot. Darren loved the way Tucker developed a waddle these days, His thick thighs rubbed so much he had to sway side to side with each step. Tucker was wearing an oversized workout shirt. His pumped up chest and thick shoulders were still visible in the black pull over t shirt and his belly still pushed against the fabric enough to tell he was eating well. Tucker assumed the position over Darren. Darren pushed against the barbell and started his set.

“1..2...3...4..5..6.. come on you got this..7..8..9...10” Tucker yelled. Darren was focused on the fact that Tuckers meaty package was inches from his mouth. He could smell this big mans spunk. Even better, Tuckers belly was pushing against the shirt enough to show his thick hairy underbelly. Darren watched it giggle happily each time he yelled out a number for motivation.

D- “What is going on this weekend? Got any plans?” Darren said as he sat up from the decline bench.

T- “Not really, Its actually my birthday on Sunday so I think ill treat myself to a nice meal or something”

D- “WHAT??, Dude no way? Please let me buy you a drink tonight! I literally will not take no for an answer”

T- I didn’t want to mention it because I didn’t want you to feel obligated or throw me a dumb party or something.”

D- “you’re so annoying for keeping this from me. Hows that shitty bar across from base sound? We can start there and maybe get into something else or get dinner!”

T- “yeah! That sounds really great. Thanks”

The two finished up and got ready for work. Tucker finally received his new, bigger uniforms a few days after the button popping incident. He wore only his tucked in undershirt the days leading up to the arrival of the other uniforms. Darren loved watching him lean back and showing off his almost 60 pounds of gains in his tucked in, skin tight shirt. Tuckers round belly ate the bottom of his shirt and smothered his belt looped through the struggling pair of pants he probably fought to button.

They grabbed breakfast together and headed up stairs. “Lets get shit done and i’ll close the office early” said Darren excitedly.

“Sounds good!” Tucker replied.

They hustled through the day and even skipped lunch, “a gainer sin” Darien thought to himself as he looked over at Tucker typing away. 3pm came and Darren called it. “Aright let’s get out of here.” Wanna head home and get dressed? I have an extra pair of going out clothes in my car so i’ll just meet you at the bar.” Darren explained.

“We should probably eat first right?” Tucker asked.

“Oh.. oh yeah for sure” Darren responded and laughed. Lets get food there, its like dive bar food.”

“Sounds good, i’ll see you in like half an hour, I’m not far from base.” Tucker responded.

The two headed off and Darren arrived a the bar. A notification reading “Just left, be there in a few” lit up Darrens phone which lay face up on the old wooden bar. The saloon, called Murphy’s somehow resembled the same dive bar in ever city in America. Old USA pics all over the walls and the smell of stale beer filled the air. People started to trickle in as Darren ordered a beer for himself and two menus. Darren heard the saloon style doors slap open as he turned around to see Tucker in his iconic cowboy boots, a tight pair of Levi’s that hugged his thick legs, and a shirt that looks like it had shrunk in the washer a few pounds ago. To top it off, he had on a tan, leather cowboy hat with brown stitching that matched his boots. Darren couldn’t help but stare a little too long as he watched Tucker walk toward him. His heart fluttered a bit.

“Ohhhh he’s ready to go OUT” Darren screamed Tuckers way. Tucker smiled with his cute little bushy mustache and chronic 5 o’clock shadow and yelled back “damn right, let’s get lit!!”

Tucker sat down next to Darren and the whole bar shook just a bit. His weight made the chair under him creak ever so gently. “Lets eat and get a drink, shall we?” Darren said to tucker with a smile on his face. “Oh yeah I’m starving!!” Tucker emphasized.

Darren ordered a cheeseburger, fries and a side of wings to split if he was still hungry. Tucker ordered 2 Cheeseburgers with a large side of bacon cheese fries, mozzarella sticks, another order of wings and just to be safe a large basket of onion rings. The bartender looked round as he took the order to see if others were joining the two. They waited for the food to arrive, sipped beers and chatted to pass the time.

D- “So do you go home for birthdays ever? Where even is home?” Darren asked, realizing he never really got to know that side of Tucker.

T- “I’m from Southern Nebraska and I spent 24 miserable years there so I try not to go back unless absolutely necessary” Tucker said as he laughed a took a long sip of beer. The foam sticking to his mustache making Darren laugh and hand him a napkin.

D- “ I get that, any family still there?”

T- “yeah my dad and my two brothers still live there on our ranch, they herd cattle and such so its kind of a family business. The army was a great excuse to get out of that though. How about you, where are you from again?”

D- “Just south of Atlanta. I also lived with my dad and my sister. They both cut hair actually!” Darren said as he chuckled. “I like to go home for the holidays because it’s not too far and my dad is really great. You’d like him” Darren said accidentally which made him blush and turn toward the bar.

T- “I bet I would!” Tucker said sincerely.

The food took a while and another beer was drank in that time. When it finally arrived, both of them had an empty stomach buzz going and they both dug in quickly. Darren finished everything he ordered including the wings and Tucker destroyed his meal. He was halfway through the basket of onion rings, the last of his order, when he heard a familiar call from behind.

“Tuck??!!” Screamed a voice entering the bar.

“Dude, is that you?? Holy shit you got fat!!”

Tucker turned to face the familiar voice behind him. Barbecue sauce was smudged on his cheek from dipping the rings. His hands were greasy and his belly at its fattest state of the day, pushing proudly against the black pull over T-shirt he was wearing.

“Dude, office life has done a NUMBER on you!” The man said.

“Whats up Ricky?” Tucker asked unenthusiasticly as his face turned red and he quickly reached for napkin to wipe his hands.

“Dude, the guys are going to trip out when I tell them how fat you got. I cannot believe it. You’ve got some sauce on your face big boy” Chris said as he reached for Tuckers stomach. Darren watched as Ricky dug his bony fingers into Tuckers gorged stomach, making him heave a bit and turn even more red.

“Stop dude, what the fuck??” Tucker said in an angry defensive voice.

“Im just messing around man, you like you’ve been stuffing yourself for months non stop. Bet I can outrun you now!” Ricky said as he laughed and again attempted to poke at Tuckers belly.

Darren quickly grabbed the young mans hand and said “Enough, he said stop! Are you bad at listening or just dumb” He said in a very stern voice.

“Jeez dude, who the fuck is this guy??” Ricky said confidently to Tucker.

“Staff sergeant Branner. Whats your rank??” Darren replied quickly and with anger in his low voice.

“Ugh.. Im.. ugh, Specialist Inker.” Ricky replied as he realized he was disrespecting a higher ranking soldier and clearly wasn’t ready for the backlash.

“Infantry is it? I’ll have a talk with your Staff sergeant on Monday about your appearance and attitude off base. He should be able to clear that issue up for us really quick. In the mean time why don’t you move on and enjoy your weekend while you can.” Darren said sternly as he sat back down, turned and took a big swig of his beer. Ricky eyed Tucker up and down and smiled. He turned to walk away and yelled to the bartender “get the fat dude at the end of the bar a light beer on me” as he laughed.

“He is such a douche bag, I’m really sorry about that. Thanks for saying something” Tucker said sadly with his head down. Darren could see he was defeated after that altercation. “Dude.. No wonder you left infantry. I’m sorry you had to put up with that” Darren said to him sincerely. “Its fine, we can just move on. I might just head home actually.” Tucker responded.

“No, I have a better place we can go, pleased don’t go home yet! Lets meet up with Mo and go out downtown! I’ll drive and you can crash at my place again if you’re up for it. I’ll pay for your Uber if not.” Darren smiled and gave a full puppy dog eye performance for Tucker. “Please you gotta say yes??” Darren begged in a joking way. “...Fine, stop lookin at me like that.” Tucker responded with a smile on his face. “Lets get the fuck outa here” Darren said as he threw some bills on the bar and. The two men left.

Darren unlocked the doors on his new Toyota SUV and hoped him. He watched as Tucker jumped and and sat in the passenger seat. Tucker buckled up and his belly sat over the belt as they drive toward the city. Darren couldn’t stop staring at Tuckers round belly hanging over the seat belt and waistband of his tight jeans. They listened to music and Darren tried to lighten the mood by singing along to some new pop song. Tucker shook his head as he adjusted the fabric around his groin a few times in the car saying how he had outgrown his “Big Boy” clothes now. Darrens cock started to swell just hearing him say those words. The two parked at Darrens place and decided to go to a trendy bar near Darrens house until they heard back from Mo. Darren thought Mo was working at the club since it was Friday but would maybe come out for an hour before the doors opened. Turned out she was off tonight and was excited to see Tucker again. Tucker had a few IPAs at the bar and got loose and talkative with Mo who laughed at his shy little demeanor. Darren just watched and enjoyed Tuckers cute chubby face as he drank and talked. Darren loved it when Tucker would talk more, he always felt like it was a special treat to hear Tucker say more than a few words and start to let loose.

After several many beers for Tucker and a few more vodka sodas for Darren and Mo, the group decided to hop around. They visited the few bars next door, getting a drink or two and moving on until they got to the gay club Mo worked at. Darren was a bit tipsy and Tucker was definitely buzzed. “Is it ok if we go here? This is where Mo works. It’s pretty gay and they have a lot of drag queens running around.” Darren asked nervously.

“Of course it ok! That sounds like so much fun. I wish I would have worn my chaps.” Tucker said drunkenly and with a slight lisp to his voice. Darren laughed and his mind immediately thought of Tucker in nothing but boots, chaps and a cowboy hat stuffing himself fatter and fatter. Darren snapped out of it as they entered the empty club. It was only 9:45pm and the crowd hadn’t filled in yet. They all grabbed a table near the stage with a great view for the performers and close to the dance floor as well. “I gotta go to the bathroom, where to??” Tucker asked looking at Mo. “over there sweetie, don’t fall in” she said and blew him a kiss. Tucker laughed and went off.  

“Jesus Christ he got big, you must be medicated to keep your hands off him. Thats your type baby” Mo said sarcastically. “Girl I know!! I have been losing my mind I tell you. He is so fine and he got so thick and I don’t know but I am catching a vibe” Darien said as he laughed with Mo. “he is sweet though, not like the guys from the apps. He is like genuine and uncorrupted so I’m ok with being friends if he isn’t into it” Darien said. “Thats mature of you, I wish you all the luck and restraint baby” Mo said. Tucker returned and the cocktail waitress come over to take orders. Beer for Tucker, Two vodka sodas for Darren and Mo. They group talked and laughed and drank until the crowd started to come in. Mo recognized some young, handsome gays guys and invited them over. She attempted to introduce the thin, young handsome men to Darren and Tucker but their names were lost literally seconds after they said them.

Darren turned to Tucker and asked. “Is this your first time in a gay bar?”. “Umm... actually no. I went to one when I was like 16 in Nebraska. My dad actually found out and that did not go well” Tucker responded. Darren quickly replied “Oh!! Oh nice... I mean not nice about your dad but I’m glad your not shocked and appalled by the scene.”

“No not at all, I love gay bars!” The two locked eyes in the dark and disco lit club as a voice over the speakers announced the first drag show of the evening. Mrs water melon was her name and she represented “the plus sized bitches in the house” as she came out on stage in her tight singlet. Darren got up to scream and clap for the statement as she strutted down the runway toward the table. The crowd went wild.

Tucker and Darren had separated at some point in the night with Darren ending up on the dance floor and Tucker at the bar. Tucker watched as a very tipsy Darren removed his shirt to show off his glistening athletic torso. His sweat running down the middle of his toned back. His shorts fitting snuggly against his cute and perky ass. Tucker could even make out the outline of Darrens thick cock resting toward his right thigh. Tucker leaned against the bar, slightly exposing his beer bloated gut to the club. A handsome older man approached Tucker and offered to buy him a drink. Tucker declined but thanked the man. His name was Steven and he was persistent! He got real close to Tucker and was talking in his ear as his hand reached up under tuckers shirt to rub his hairy belly. “I really love the way you look tonight, Such a cute and hairy bear. What do I need to do to get your number?” Steve asked Tucker, his hand still caressing tuckers distended belly. “Oh i’m ugh.. actually here with someone.” Tucker responded. He pointed to Darren who was dancing in a circle of other, handsome, skinny and attractive men. “Looks like he is occupied, come find me if you change your mind.” Steve said as he grabbed a thick love handle on Tucker and blew him a kiss.

Tucker felt a bit shocked. He had never been called a bear before. He liked the way it felt to be grabbed like that though. He focused his attention back on Darren who had struck up a conversation with a new guy from the dance floor. Tucker watched the two men exchange words by talking into each others ears, they leaned in close to each other. Tucker didn’t like the body language the man was using on Darren. He was grabbing him by the waist and pulling Darren toward him as they spoke. He wanted to approach them to distract Darren and bring his focus back to him but he didn’t want to be rude. Tucker decided to get two waters a bring them over to them. He ordered them and marched over toward the two dancing men. On his way Darren turned to look at Tucker approaching with the drinks. The new guy romancing Darren grabbed his face and kissed him... hard. He shoved his tongue into Darrens mouth and grabbed him around the waist to pull him in against his body. Tuckers heart sank watching. He turned away, walked up to the bar to place the waters down and headed for the door. Darren pulled away from the guy and quickly scolded him about consent. When Darren turned to find tucker, he didn’t see him. He noticed the drinks on the bar and decided to run outside and make sure Tucker wasn’t leaving. He pushed open the double doors to find Tucker on the curb, back toward the doors, looking sad for the second time this evening.

“Where’d you go??!” Darren yelled Tuckers way. “I don’t know, I think I’m ready to head home. I can get my own Uber though.” Tucker responded. “What? Why? I thought you would crash at my place??” Darren asked.

Tucker looked away from Darren and said “I don’t want to interrupt you and that guys night so i’ll just head home”. Darren laughed out loud and responded “that perv?? I had to run from him. He forced himself onto me and kissed me like, not in a consensual way.”

“Is that your type?” Tucker asked. “NO” Darren responded. After taking a second to gather his thoughts Darren added “I think you’re well aware of my type Tucker”.

Tucker stood top and faced Darren. Darren smiled at Tucker as he stepped toward him. “Lets say bye to Mo and go. I have an idea.” Darren said with enthusiasm. He grabbed Tucker by the arm to pull him into the club with him. They said goodbye to Mo and headed back out the door. Darren didn’t let go of Tuckers muscular, hairy arm as he dragged him through the club to say goodbye and leave.

The streets were busy. People were entering and exiting bars all along the sidewalks. Music could be heard with each bar they passed by. The two swerved and talked as they made their way toward Darrens house. “Sorry, I didn’t want to make you leave early” Tucker blurted out. “Its fine! it’s actually late and I was over the guys there.” Darren said. Tucker took a second to respond.

T- “I... Ugh... I can’t stop thinking about that day... the one where you ugh ... like fed me all that food. We never talked about it after but I.. I liked it.. a lot!” Tucker replied rubbing the back of his neck.

D- “I really liked that too. I was worried I was crossing lines when I was in the moment but I’m glad you liked it. I.. wouldn’t mind doing that again if you wanted to?” Darren asked slowly and with a grin on his face.

T- “I would really love that.” Tucker said eagerly.

Tucker stopped and faced Darren, pulling at his shirt to stop as well. They were on a side street heading towards Darrens apartment as Tucker looked at Darren wide eyed and took a deep breathe before blurting out.

T- “I like you Darren. I like the way you make me feel. I think you’re really, really attractive and I couldn’t stand seeing that guy kiss you tonight. Im sorry if this makes things weird and I know we work together but I just... I need you to know that I like you and I can’t stop thinking about you. ”

Tucker looked down toward his feet when Darren gently lifted his chin and leaned in for a kiss. The two connected and time slowed. Darren reached his hand slowly around Tuckers neck to hold the thick mans head closer to his. He slowly shoved Tucker against a cement wall parallel to the sidewalk. Tuckers back hit the wall as Darren leaned down, pushing his tongue into Tuckers mouth. Darren felt the stubble of Tuckers beard on his chin as he tasted the beer Tucker had drank all night. His thick, dark mustache tickled Darrens nose as the two sucked each others faces passionately. Darren reached his free hand onto Tuckers side belly. He caressed the area while the two kissed and slowly lifted Tuckers shirt, exposing his thick, bloated belly. Tucker looked down at Darrens hand and whispered “do you like that?” To Darren.

“You have no idea” Darren responded before diving back in toward Tuckers juicy lips. Darren grabbed a hefty handful of tuckers underbelly and gave it a good giggle, making Tucker whimper ever so slightly.

“Hungry??” Darren asked as he pulled away from the very erotic moment.  

“Yeah!!” Tucker responded.

“Aright I have a good place in mind” Darren said with a big smile on his face.

They walked side by side without talking for a few minutes before rounding a corner to find a big green sign lit up that read “Paella”.

Darren approached the door, opened it for Tucker and the two men walked in together. Darren immediately approached the counter, ordered, paid and went to sit.

“What did you order??” Tucker asked.

“Don’t worry, I got us both PLENTY of food.” Darren responded with a giant smirk as her reached out to pat Tuckers belly. Tucker looked down and smiled. He looked around to make sure no-one was watching and lifted his black t shirt to show Darren his big thick stomach. Darren gazed happily at. The thick treasure trail leading down the arc of Tuckers bloated stomach. He had never seen the angry stretch marks this close before. Darren poked a finger into Tuckers deepened belly button. “Darren” yelled the lady behind the counter indicating that the order was ready. “That was quick!” Tucker added. The two walked out and headed toward Darrens place. They rode the elevator up to Darrens apartment. He unlocked the door and the two stepped inside and locked it. “Want a beer or soda or something?” Darren asked Tucker. “A soda would be great, thanks” Tucker replied as he sat on the big sectional couch. Darren returned with 2 drinks. They opened the bag to find two massive Paella bowls with utensils. One bowl could feed 2-3 people alone. Tucker opened his and started to chow down as Darren turned on a Netflix movie.The sexual tension in the room was strong. The two ate and ate side by side, giving each other side eye once in awhile and laughing in between bites. Darren put his down after eating not even a quarter of his bowl. Tucker on the other hand was hard pressed to finish his. He stuffed in bite after bite until, his entire bowl was gone. He reached for the soda, took a few big gulps and leaned back, placing his hand on his round and now extremely bloated belly.

T- “dude, that was so good. Thanks again for doing all this. I had such a fun night with you”

D- “Im really glad. I had a lot of fun too.” Darren said as he slowly reached over and patted Tucker on stomach. “Are you full?” He asked.

T- “stuffed like a balloon after all that beer and now that whole bowl of food.” 

Darren rubbed Tuckers stomach with the tips of his fingers, eliciting a a soft moan from Tucker.

T- “that feels so good.” He said. As he tilted his head. back and his eyes closed slightly.

D- “I still have my bowl left. You know how I hate to be wasteful.” Darren said with a big smile.

T- “I don’t think I can finish that, I’m about ready to burst.”

D- “This is how you can repay me for tonights fun” Darren said as he reached for the bowl. He moved closer to Tucker who’s stomach was pushing against his shirt. His belly was pushing over his waistband as he sat back. His shirt was wrapped tight around the rounded mass of heft in front of him.

T- “Fuck man, you’re gonna make me fat.” Tucker said with a smile as he slapped his thick stomach.

D- “I’m certainly trying to.” He replied as he took a heaping spoon full and shoved it into Tuckers open mouth. Tucker had put his arms up on the sides of the couch and was sprawled out. His mouth opening to accept spoon full after spoonful of paella from his feeder every 30 seconds or so. Darren was getting hard. His cock was throbbing as he continued shoving paella into tuckers greedy mouth.

T- “ fuck, I feel like I’m gonna pop. I don think I can eat anymore.”

D- “you’re going to finish this Fatboy, or get damn close” Darien said forcefully as he got up and faced Tucker. Tuckers face was flush and greasy. His big belly was expanding into his lap. Darren threw his leg over Tuckers lap and straddled him right below is gut. Darrens ass sat right over tuckers crotch and he could feel tuckers cock twitch as he placed his weight down.

D- “open up big boy, you’re not finished yet.” 

T- “I’m gonna pop Darr...” Tucker tried to explain but as he opened his mouth to protest, Darren shoved a big spoonful of rice and meat into his mouth and practically down his throat.

D- “less talking more chewing” he said, holding the bowl in one hand and the spoon In the other.

Darren watched Tuckers head roll back on to the couch cushion as he slowly chewed the massive bite. Darren dropped the spoon in the bowl and used his free hand to lift Tuckers tight shirt over his belly up to his chest. He lightly slapped the mans rounded stomach on the side and leaned in to kiss tuckers neck. Tucker winced at the slap but moaned as Darren licked the dried sweat off of his body. Darren reached down and grabbed a nice handful of soft hairy underbelly and gave it a giggle.

D- “you’re getting plump. Look at all that. This wasn’t there when we met. I think I’ve been a bad influence on you fatboy.” He said as he shook Tuckers belly.

T- “ooooh god, I’ve put on over 60 pounds since I’ve been in that office. All those burger king lunches you kept feeding me really stuck huh?” Tucker replied.

D- “Damn right they did.” Darren responded as he felt Tuckers fat underbelly being squeezed by his tight belt sitting under his heft. “looks like we need to make some room for you to grow bigger. You’re never gonna finish this big bowl of food with that belt digging into your gut.” Darren said as he got up and placed the food on the coffee table behind him. Darren motioned for

Tucker to lean forward. He yanked Tuckers tight shirt over his thick shoulders and arms as he undressed the porky man. Darren admired the hairy thick muscular chest and the hairy armpits Tucker had. He loved the way he sat so proudly on the couch, sprawled out like a big thick man after a heavy meal. His meaty arms resting on the back of the couch. Tucker smiled and asked “you like what you see” to Darren. “You have no idea” Darren replied as he got down on his knees.

Darrens hands found their way to Tucker fat belly spilling over his waist band. He lifted Tuckers thick fat to find his belt pressed so hard into his underbelly that the logo on the Texas sized buckle was imprinted into Tuckers skin. It looked almost as angry and red as Tuckers stretch marks around his armpits and love handles. Darren laughed and said, “suck it in Fatboy, this belt is gonna cut you in half soon.” Tucker did his best to suck in his bloated thick belly long enough for Darren to unbuckle his belt and and tight jeans. Tucker let out a deep sigh as he released his heft back into his lap and his belly spread out a few more inches forward. Darren caught a glimpse of the tight boxer briefs covering Tuckers engorged cock. His belly threatening to cover that as well. “Fuck, that’s the best feeling ever.” Tucker exclaimed.

D- “good, now I can stuff you with the rest of this meal fatboy”

T- “go easy on me, I’m really so close to an explosion here. I feel like a tick ready to burst.” Tucker said. Darren reached down and poked his fingers into Tuckers belly, making him wince in pain. “Feels like you got plenty of room left in your tank Fatboy, I’ve seen your capacity, this isn’t full.” Darren said as he picked up the bowl and again straddled Tuckers thick hairy shirtless body. “Keep your arms up there and open up when I say.” Darren ordered. Tucker nodded hesitantly and opened his mouth to receive another fattening bite of food. The bowl was close to being finished and Tucker was moaning after each swallow. He was mouth breathing in between bits to catch his breath as another spoonful was on its way to his greedy gullet. Little bits of rice were sprinkled in his thick chest hair covering his meaty pecs. His mustache was full of crumbs and grease dripped down the sides of his mouth toward his hairy double chin.

Darrens cock was throbbing and he would lean forward to press it into Tuckers tight belly every once in awhile. He felt Tuckers cock throb every time he called him “fatboy” or placed the spoon down to rub his hairy stuffed belly. Tucker was full, very very full. Darren knew he only had a few spoonfuls left though.

T- “I... I can’t do anymore.” Im seriously going to be sick or explode” Tucker cried out. D- “there isn’t much left, you can finish it. Don’t make me tie you up and force it down your throat big guy.” Darren said jokingly.

T-“ fuck. I seriously cannot eat anymore right now. Just give me a minute, the rice is expanding in my stomach and I feel like I’m going to burst.”

D- “ let me see if I can make you more comfortable.” Darren said as he unmounted Tucker and dropped again to his knees. Darren slid his fingers over Tuckers belly button with his fingers before tugging at the skin tight jeans wrapped around his thick thighs. He reveled Tuckers bulging cock under his tight underwear that was disappearing under his immensely large stomach. He really looked like he was going to pop. The skin around the sides of his stomach was red and tight. His breathe was labored and shallow. Tucker let out a small burp almost every time he took a breathe and he developed hiccups from the stuffing. Darren was feral for it all. He was in heaven watching Tuckers belly expand as he grew fatter and fatter. Darren reached out and grabbed Tuckers thick love handles with both hands. He lowered his mouth right over Tucker hard cock and wrapped his lips around the head of his throbbing member which was just visible under the thin underwear. Tucker let out a load and ecstasy filled moan. Darren smelled the bug mans musk and it made it all the better. He kept toying with Tucker cock through his underwear until he thought Tucker would cum if he continued. Darren reached under Tuckers fat belly again to pull down his lovers underwear to reveal his meaty dick.

Tucker had a big thick hairy bush over his modestly sized cock and had shaved his big balls giving a nice groomed look. A pudgy and hairy fat-pad sat over his cock and and rolled under his very stuffed and hairy stomach. The hairiest part of his treasure trail run down over his belly button and curved out of sight under tuckers chubby gut spilling into his lap only to reappear as it approached his pulsating, almost purple cock. Tucker was so horny that his cock was bulging with veins and pre cum was oozing out of his head. Darren leaned forward, grabbed a big handful of his thick hairy belly, lifted it and opened his mouth to take Tuckers whole cock down his throat. Tucker cried out in pure lust as he felt Darren tonsils on the head of his cock. Darrens nose dove into Tuckers thick bush and as he bobbed up and down making Tucker squirm in pleasure. The smell of Tuckers manhood overwhelming Darren as he worked Tuckers cock close to organism. He felt his own cock swimming in precum from the experience.

T-“Stop stop im going to cum.” Tucker screamed out as Darrens was buried in a mound of thick fur and soft flesh, taking in Tuckers whole cock to the back of his throat.

D-”fuuck, You taste so good big boy.” Darren said as he lifted his head, wiping his mouth.

T- “i’ve never felt anything better than that, you make me feel so fucking good.”

D- “good” Darren said devilishly as he grabbed Tuckers cock with his right hand. Squeezed his chubby underbelly with his left and leaned in to lick Tuckers big smooth balls. Again, Tucker was moaning in absolute pleasure as Darren slowly jerked the fatboy off. Darren knew Tucker was close and so was he. He decided to stand up and strip down for tucker as he was still fully clothed. He removed his shirt and pre cum stained shorts and then underwear revealing a large thick and veiny cock in front of Tucker, who was leaned back against the couch. The gorged Tucker, nearly pinned down by the weight of his belly, leaned forward and cupped Darrens balls in his hand. He opened his mouth and took Darrens cock as far as he could but gagged a bit as he was unprepared for the girth and size of Darrens meaty dick. “Still hungry Fatboy” Darren said as he grabbed Tuckers hair and guided him into a rhythm.

Darren didn’t want to make Tucker puke all over him by shoving his throbbing dick down his throat but he loved the control of a good face fuck. He moaned as Tucker played with Darrens cock head with his tongue. Darren reached down and grabbed a meaty handful of his pecs and squeezed. He bobbed Tuckers head up and down for a few more strokes as he ran his fingers through Tuckers thick head hair.

Darren stepped back from Tucker and said “lets go to the bedroom”. He helped Tucker lift his beefy body off the couch and fully undress. He peeled his cowboy boots off as he bent over, Tuckers thick juicy ass was out and just as hairy as the rest of him. Darren wanted nothing more than to rim him and shove his fat cock into the big mans hole but he knew that might be too much for after a heavy stuffing. He followed Tucker into the bedroom and pushed the big man onto the California king sized bed belly up. Tuckers whole body giggled a bit as he hit the soft comforter. His arms and legs spread out as Darren crawled on top of him and sat right over his cock, pressing his ass cheeks into Tuckers throbbing dick. “You’re so fucking hot” Tucker said as he reached up to caress Darrens beefy muscular chest. “You too big boy. I just want to make you eat and cum.” Darren said as he peeled himself off of the big man and told him to move toward the headboard. Tucker sat up against the stack of pillows. His hairy thighs spread and his thick stomach spilling into his lap and almost over his hard cock. Darren grabbed lube from the night stand drawer and drizzled some over Tuckers cock head. It was cold and shocked Tucker at first. Darren preceded to gently massage Tuckers cock as well has his own. He leaned over and kissed Tucker passionately and started to stroke the fat mans cock faster until Tucker started to squirm. He dug his knuckles into Tucker thick underbelly as he gripped his cock and stroked him hard. “Fuck, fuck, Darren i’m gonna cum. Im gonna cum.” Tucker screamed as he reached out to grab the sheets. Darren stroked the Tuckers cock making his fat stomach giggle until thick strands of semen shot out of Tucker so hard that it hit the headboard above him. It didn’t end quickly either. At least 8-10 gushes of cum pooled up on tuckers hairy belly and chest as he tried to catch his breathe. Darren came shortly after and drenched Tucker with another hot pool of cum as he loudly moaned while grabbing Tuckers fat stomach. “Holy fuck” Darren said with a sigh as he collapsed next to Tucker.

After they caught their breathe, Darren pulled himself away from Tucker and went to the bathroom to grab towel and start the water in the nice large standup shower. “Wow, men make such a mess when we come” Darren said.

“That was the best orgasm I think I’ve ever had.” Tucker said shocked as he laid on the bed reaching for the towel Darren had brought him. “Yeah, you’re so sexy I could go again right now. Come shower with me big guy” Darren said as he motioned toward the Bathroom.

The two showered and cleaned each other. Darren played with Tuckers thick stomach and meaty tits for a while and moved to his thick chunky butt and thighs. He couldn’t get enough of Tuckers heft. The two finished up, dried off and headed to bed. Darren wrapped his long strong arms around Tuckers big plump body and grabbed a nice hand full of soft flesh to hold before falling asleep.

The next morning was a late one. Darren and Tucker sleet in until 11:30 and woke up feeling slightly hungover but overall ok. Tuckers hair was a mess but Darren couldn’t take his eyes off of him. He was the cutest man Darren had ever seen let alone slept with.

“Breakfast?” Tucker asked as he pushed his hands over his head for a big stretch showing off his hairy armpits for Darren. Tucker laughed and said it tickled as Darren proceeded to poke and rub his thick lover all over. They both got instantly horny again and went at it. They rolled around in the sheets, avoiding each others morning breathe as they inched closer to another amazing organism. Tucker came so hard on Darrens chest and grabbed his curly hair as he moaned loudly. Darren followed, spraying his own face with his powerful stream. Tuckers big round stomach was not bloated any more but was soft and plump. Darren could just look at Tucker and get hard, he was enthralled. The two got cleaned up and dressed. Tucker squeezed himself into the tight jeans from the night before. His thick hairy stomach spilling heavily over the waistband. He proceeded to put the belt he had on through the loops around his overflowing stomach. Darren watched in amazement as Tucker bent and twisted to put the belt on. He loved the way his stomach was so thick and soft to touch but still was round and firm to look at, almost as if gravity had no effect on the thick mans bulbous belly. He loved the way it giggled as Tucker tightened the buckle and fastened it. Tucker let out a big sigh and his gut shot forward again over his waistband. Darren was hard again. “Why do you even wear a belt. Your pants are definitely not falling down?” Darren asked. “Because If my button pops on my jeans at least it wont fly off and hit someone in the eye. That seems to happen often when you’re around.” Tucker said with a smile as he grabbed both sides of his stomach and gave it a good couple shakes in Darrens face. “You seem to really like me full and bursting out of my clothes” Tucker said playfully. “Stop! You’re making me horny again and I’m so hungry” Darren whined as he buried his face in Tuckers hairy stomach. “Aright let’s go then!” tucker replied as he pulled away from Darren with a smile, threw on his shirt from the night before and they headed out the door together toward the elevator.

A fattening weekend

“Stay for the weekend. Spend your birthday here and i’ll take you out to dinner. Wine and dine you like a pig.” Darren said to Tucker as they got in the car both pretty stuffed from breakfast. “Really? You don’t mind? I don’t want to linger.” Tucker replied. “No not at all! I would love to keep you around for a while and make sure you’re well fed all weekend. Let’s go to the store and get a bunch of snack to veg out on today and

tonight.” Darren said happily. “Okay, that sounds great. Keep me fed huh? How much feeding are we talking?” Tucker responded while smiling as they drove off. Darren had some big plans for Tucker.

They returned to Darrens place later in the afternoon with bags of ingredients. Darren got a bunch of stuff to make pizzas and he got started as soon as they got in. He made the dough from scratch and and got a bunch of pizza sauce and cheese and toppings. He wanted to fatten Tucker up even more than he already was.

Tucker had unbuttoned his pants after exiting the store. They were digging hard into his underbelly and making him super uncomfortable. “Is it cool if I borrow a pair of sweats from you? I don’t like these jeans anymore” Tucker asked. “Sure! They’re in the bottom dresser drawer. Not sure if they will be any more comfortable though. You’re getting pretty big.” Darren teased. Tucker left for the bedroom and returned shirtless in a pair of grey sweats that were about 3 sizes too small. Darren could see the outline of Tuckers cock and the fabric stretched nicely over his meaty thighs and butt. Luckily the elastic waistband gave him some needed comfort in the belly area.

T- “They fit I guess haha” Tucker said as he looked down at himself.

D- “For now!” Pizzas almost ready, I made 3!!” Darren said with a smile. “I was thinking... would you want to try something that I think you might like.” Darren offered. T- “What is it??”

D- “Well I was thinking, if you’re in to it, I could maybe tie you up to my office chair and feed you.” Darren said hesitantly. Tucker paused and thought about it for a second.

T- “You really want me to keep getting fatter don’t you?? I’ve never been fed before let alone bound and fed but it sounds fun! You can’t keep stuffing me bigger though. Eventually I do need to cut and drop some of this weight” tucker said as he grabbed his thick tummy.

D- “Of course, let’s just enjoy this fattening weekend while I help you with your much needed gains. Is it a yes???” Darren asked poking tuckers gut.

T- “Yeah, why not. Stuff me like a pig. This weekend I want you to control everything those goes in me.” Tucker said enthusiastically.

D- “Omg thats hot, I’m so excited. I’ll let the pizza cool off and i’ll go find some binding rope. I think you’ll really like this and you wont have to move an inch. “

By this time it was about 5pm and the two men were hungry, Darren pulled his nice office chair out and placed it in the middle of the room not under any rugs. He found his rope and asked Tucker to sit.

D- “Alright, our safe word is fiddlestick”

T- laughing “okay, I like it.”

D- “go ahead and sit down for me.”

Darren watched Tucker plop down on the nice office chair. His fat stomach again spilling over the waistband of his tight sweats and his thighs spreading out to almost bust the stitching. Even his hairy breasts were resting on the shelf of stomach that was growing bigger and bigger.

D- “Actually I have a great idea. I’ll be right back.” Darren returned with a button down shirt from his closet.

D- “go ahead and put this on. It’s going to be really tight probably but it’s old and maybe I can feed you until you pop the buttons...again.”

T- “dude, its so tight. I’m going to have to bust the sleeves.”

D- “go for it!!”

Tucker put his meaty arms in the sleeve holes and pulled the shirt on. He flexed hard and ripped both off the sleeves easily with a smile. Darrens cock rose to attention. D- “fuck, that was hot.”

T- “I don’t know if I will even need to eat anything to pop these buttons. I don’t think I can button the chest as is.”

Tucker attempted to button the whole thing. His chest wouldn’t allow the top two buttons to fasten without breaking immediately but he managed to get the buttons around his fat belly to hold. He slowly sat down and looked up at Darren. His fat stomach was being tortured by the tight shirt. The white office shirt with red plaid print design was stretching hard over the roundest parts of his stomach and it made the entire design look like it was being sucked into a black hole that was his belly button. He was fit to explode out of it. His hairy stomach could be seen through every button gap. Darren gently tied up Tuckers left arm to the arm of the leather office chair, he was good with knots from previous experience and knew how to secure tucker nice and tight while also making sure he was comfortable.”too tight?” Darren asked tucker as he bent over his fat captive. “No it kinda feels good” Tucker replied softly. Darren moved over to the right and and grew excited as he watched the helpless fat boy being restrained knowing he was about to feed him fat enough to bust every button on that old shirt.

“Pizza should be cooled down, I sure hope you’re hungry big boy??” Darren said as he placed his hand on tuckers bulging stomach and gave it a good hard slap.

“Stuff me like a pig” Tucker replied. His cock was getting hard just from being restrained by Darren.

Went off into he kitchen and returned to the dining room to find Tucker, bound and rock hard. He went back to get the other 2 pizzas and placed all 3 of them on the table next to the men. They were already sliced and Darren ate the first pepperoni and mushroom slice right in front of Tucker. He would pretend to be giving him a bite. And then pull it away from Tuckers eager mouth to take a bite himself. Darren proceeded to eat 2 more slices right in front of Tuckers eager face. “Hungry yet Fatboy?” Darren asked. “Yes!! stuff me! I want to eat all you can fit in me.” Tucker begged.

“I’ll remember you said that Fatboy.” Darren replied.

The next slice went to Tucker. Darren made sure to really give him huge bite, at least half the slice he shoved into the beefy mans mouth. Sauce spilled out from his lips and landed on the shelf that his belly was creating. His cheeks swelled as he chewed and swallowed. Darren hurried and shoved another bite into his mouth. He would periodically take a bite for himself here and there but most of it was being pumped into Tuckers gut.

“One Pizza down, two more to stuff into you” Darren said mockingly. “Fuck, that was so good, I’m already feeling kinda full man.” Tucker explained.

“You’re going to have to make some room then cause there’s a lot more coming.” Darren responded.

He wasted no time. Picking up another slice of sausage and ham pizza and forcing a massive bite into Tuckers wide open mouth. The chubby man moaned and again made a mess all over the straining shirt which was now ready to burst off of Tuckers swollen stomach. As soon as he swallowed, another bite was forced between his lips and another and another and finally after 3 more slices ***ping*** both the men looked down to see that tuckers bloated stomach had popped the button that was sitting directly over his deep belly button. His fat stomach took the opportunity to spread out into the new space. Tuckers hairy chest heaved up and down as he caught his breathe. “Fuck man, i’m so full. You’re making me so fat. If you keep feeding me like this I’m gonna be a blimp.” Tucker said with labored breathing.

“Such a messy pig, you’re busting out of your pizza stained shirt. I’m going to have to punish you for this mess you’re making. Guess i’ll be forcing the last pizza into your chubby belly slice by slice until you shred that old shirt.” Darren teased.

Tucker leaned his head back as he felt his stomach expanding. He lifted his head forward after some time and a slice of the remaining pizza was waiting for him and another and other until the second pie was shoved into the thick mans stomach.

Darren picked up a piece of the final pie covered in sausage pepperoni and extra cheese. Darren went to feed his bound friend when they heard another two **Ping** noises. The stretched shirt couldn’t take it any more and Tuckers belly surged forward as the two more buttons closer to his chest had burst. “Fuck, I think I’m going to explo...” Tucker tried to say but Darren shoved a massive slice almost all the way down Tuckers throat. He heard Tucker gag as it was too much for one bit and pieces pizza fell out, tumbling down his chest and landing in his crotch. Pizza sauce oozed out of Tuckers plump lips and dripped down onto his hairy, gorged belly.

Darren took a second to lean over and lick up the sauce, noticing tuckers massive hard on in the process. He grabbed it with his free hand and made Tucker jolt forward to moan “oh fuck”. Darren looked up at Tuckers messy face and said “Jesus, you’re cock is so hard. You’re such a greedy fat boy. You love this don’t you?? Me controlling how much you eat. Feeding you until your big softening gut pops out of the clothes you’re wearing. You have no control, I can feed you until you burst.” He teased as tucker moaned in pleasure and pain.

Darren continued the stuffing, slice after slice. Tucker was slowing quickly, he was taking so much time to chew and another button had burst around his chest, leaving just the very bottom button intact which was being eaten up by Tuckers heavy stomach. The weight of his belly was pushing down on that last remaining button and Darren knew he could bust it if he just kept pushing more into the fat mans mouth. Tucker looked like a blimp. His now starter beard was covered in grease, sauce and pizza crumbs. His cheeks swollen with pizza as he opened wide to breathe with a full mouth of mushed up dough and red sauce. His stomach was extremely bloated and swollen so fat that his belly looked like it was forming new stretch marks right then and there. He could barely breathe and sweat dripped down his forehead. “I’m gonna pop” Tucker said. “Please no more I’m so full, I forgot the safe word but I’m using it.” Tucker cried out.

“Thats not how this works Fatboy, you have to say the safe word or you’re going to keep eating until I’m satisfied.” Darren said in a deep and manly tone, smiling as he hovered over Tuckers pumped up torso.

“Please, no more I’m so full. Look at me I’m going to either throw up or burst right here. No more plea...” Tucker tried to cry out as Darren forced another slice into the helpless mans mouth. He wouldn’t pull it away until Tucker took a massive bite. Darren placed his hand over Tucker mouth to force him to chew and swallow. “Don’t worry my little piglet, I wont make you bust, i’ll just bring you really close” Darren whispered.

The last slice was presented to Tucker and he turned his head. Darren went around to the back of him, grabbed his hair and tugged his head back. Tucker opened his shocked mouth and Darren took the opportunity to stuff his feedee with half of the last slice. “Eat fat boy, Eat” Darren said as he reached down and grabbed a big handful or tuckers tight drum of a belly. He reached all the way down and massaged his throbbing cock to give him the motivation he needed to keep chewing and swallowing. Darren couldn’t believe how fat he had made Tucker. He was a tank, massive in all areas. His stomach was stretched so tight that it looked like he actually would burst. “One more bite fat boy, you’re so close!” Darren said as he came around in between tuckers thick legs and forced the last bite into his reluctant mouth. Tucker was beyond full, he couldn’t even talk anymore, just moan. His fat stomach like a beach ball. Darren dropped to his knees, pulled his hairy lovers sweats down to his ankles and shoved his face onto Tuckers hairy crotch. His thick fattened belly was far too big to get his mouth all the way down Tuckers shaft but Darren persisted, pushing on the fat mans under gut and making Tucker moan in pain and lust. His head tilted back as he moaned “fuuuuck, that feels so good. Your... making me huge... I’m gonna be so so fat if you keep doing this to me.” Tucker cried out. “I might just leave you tied up and stuff you for the rest of the weekend, see how long those new uniforms last.” Darren responded before burying his face in Tuckers hairy crotch again. At this angle, Tuckers bloated belly and fat pad were swallowing his cock. Darren loved the taste of Tuckers sweet pre cum. He loved how Tuckers fat gut rested on his forehead as he brought him closer and closer to an organism. Darren knew Tucker was close and had a little surprise for him.

“I’ll be right back” Darren said as he ran to kitchen. He returned with a beer funnel and a pint of ice cream. “No more, please no more, safe word, safe word!” Tucker pleaded as Darren approached from behind him, grabbed his hairy bearded face and and shoved the funnel end into the desperate mans greasy mouth. Tuckers cock twitched as Darren leaned over and whispered in his ear “the safe work is fiddlestick”. Darren laughed as he heard Tucker trying desperately to yell Fiddlestick with the thick tube forced down his throat. “I can’t hear you fat boy, I hope you left room for dessert.” Darren teased. He proceeded to pour the melted thick chocolate ice cream he had bought earlier into the funnel. He watched tuckers eyes follow the dense liquid until it reached his mouth where he started to gag a bit but then proceeded to slowly consume the calorie rich drink. Darren watched with pleasure as Tucker helplessly ballooned from the thick heavy cream. About half of the ice cream was gone when the last button finally broke free that was sitting under Tuckers heavy stomach. It sat in his thick pubic bush as his belly took the opportunity to push even further into his lap.

Darren continued to hold tuckers fattened chin upright so he was facing the ceiling. He could feel his Adams apple bob up and down as he tried his best to make room for the heavy dessert being forced into him. The last few ounces made their way drown the tube into Tuckers mouth and Darren finally pulled the funnel out. “Tucker leaned forward, opened his mouth and let out a massive wet burp. “I.. Ive never been ... ufff more full... Fiddlesticks” Tucker said. Darren laughed and walked around to examine his work. He had never seen Tucker so fat. He looked like an over stretched ballon. His thick shoulders still straining the shirt that lay in ruins over his meaty hairy body. His chest heaving up and down as he attempted to catch his breath in between burps. Ice cream had leaked from sides of his mouth, down his muscular neck and had formed several puddles in his thick chest hair. His beefy arms still restrained to the chair, his stomach stretched far enough out to where it was pushing into his throbbing, hard cock. The sweat that was building up on his chest and belly pooled above the shelf his gut made and dripped down his sides, making his love handles glisten. Pizza toppings and sauce littered his torso. Darren leaned over him, kissed him on his greasy lips and stuck his tongue into Tuckers cold mouth. Tuckers breathing was shallow and quick. Every exhale was moan. His stomach was bright red and almost shiny from the stuffing

Darren took it all in and bent down to finish what he had started. He lifted his fat stomach enough to get a good enough angle to really go deep and took Tuckers cock in his mouth, cradling his big nuts with his other hand. He pressed his fingers under Tuckers balls and found the little area that stimulates the prostate right before his hole. Darren began to gently massage it and suck until he heard “Fuck, omg holy fuck, Darren!! Darren i’m going to cum, I’m going to cum!!!” Tucker screamed with urgency. His thick arms twisting under the restraints and his fattened stomach quivered as he pushed against the back of the chair. Tucker desperately tried to warn Darren of the impeding bust coming but Darren kept sucking, even more so now. He lifted Tuckers hairy underbelly, shoved his face as far down as he could and felt a hot stream gush down his throat, “Fuuuuck!! Oh fuuck, fuck fuck fuck!!!!” Screamed Tucker as he thrusted his groin forward. Darren kept swallowing until the stream of hot liquid eventually stopped. He could barely breathe under the weight of the fat mans gut but he never wanted to leave. He lifted his head to find his lover completely worn out. Darren rose up above him, gave him a few soft slaps on the side of his rounded gut and proceeded to untie Tucker one arms at a time. “Go shower if you can and i’ll give you belly rubs for the rest of the night big guy.” Darien said reassuringly.

“I... im going to explode I think. My gut is so packed tight, I think the skin is about to rip. Help me up and cut me out of this shirt.” Tucker pleaded. Darren helped him to his feet. His balance was off since he had just consumed what felt like 20 pounds of food. He leaned back letting his protruding stomach stretch forward. His big meaty shoulders and thick back threatened to shred what remained of the poor old shirt. Darren got him free from the button down and sent him off to the shower. He got him a new pair of sweats and found some lotion to help with he inevitable stretch marks that were bound to appear after such a massive stuffing. Tucker returned and received a long belly rub session on the bed. Darren massaged tuckers fat gorged stomach for over an hour before they both fell asleep happily in each others embrace. It was an evening that was sure to live with them for awhile.

Darren woke up before Tucker and decided to make breakfast for the birthday boy. He cooked up as huge pile of bacon, eggs and biscuits. He didn’t want to be too cute but it was Tuckers birthday so he wanted to make it special. He threw it all on a platter and brought it in to find Tucker just getting his big morning stretch in. His furry chest and belly arched and his thick thighs flexed outside the covers as Darren brought the bed tray over to the big beefy man.

D- “Happy birthday to youuuu, happy birthd...” Darren started to sing before Tucker reached over and put a finger over his lips to quiet him while laughing.

T- “This is literally too much. I’m still stuffed from last night.”

D- “Don’t make me tie you up again and stuff this into you.” He teased grabbing Tuckers thick belly and giving it soft bounce.

T- Fuck, that was so hot. You are so sweet I cannot thank you enough for this Darren. Also I have never been so stuffed in my life. I actually thought my stomach was going to burst with the ice cream.”

D- “nah, I know you big boy, I have seen your limits. And I think I could have packed another pizza or two into that big hairy belly.” Darren said as he rubbed Tuckers chubby gut.

T- “well this smells amazing so I guess I can peck at it.”

The two ate in bed and sipped coffee. When they were finished, Darren moved the tray to the ground and went under the covers to play with Tucker some more. He laid down right between Tuckers thick legs. Tucker squeezed Darren playful with his thighs as the two started to get horny again. “This is how id like to die” Darren let out as Tucker squeezed him tight. Tuckers cock started to twitch as Darren kissed his way toward it. “What are you doing now??” Tucker asked.

Darren peeked out from under the blanket, looked at Tucker and said “birthday head.” Tucker laughed and leaned his big body back onto the pillows. Darren went to town on Tuckers cock. Before Tucker came, he pulled Darren off and asked him if he could fuck him. Darren was vers and agreed to it without hesitation. Tucker laid him down and kissed him sensually from his neck down to his throbbing cock. He loved Darrens caramel skin and smooth abs. He lifted Darrens legs and proceeded to rim him gently. Darren moaned in pleasure as he felt Tuckers facial hair rub his ass cheeks and his thick mustache slide up and down his ass. Tucker positioned himself in between Darrens legs, towering over him with his massive muscles and chubby belly as he put on a condom. His gut was round and pudgy.

Darren reached up and gave it good slap as Tucker reached for the lube on the end table. His thick stomach was too irresistible for Darren who grabbed a healthy handful to squeeze. He loosened Darren up with a few fingers first and proceeded to force his thick hairy cock into Darrens tight hole. Darren moaned and reached for Tuckers big arms as felt him slide in. Slowly Tucker buried himself in Darrens hole. He felt Tuckers hairy stomach press into him as he was being squeezed happily under Tuckers heft. Both of them breathing heavily and moaning passionately. Darren watched Tuckers stomach jiggle as he felt him thrust faster and faster into his ass, his cock hard as a rock. Tucker was getting close as he leaned over and pinned Darrens cock between his fat sagging stomach and Darrens lean abs. Darren moaned “I’m going to cum” as Tucker continued to thrust himself into Darren, massaging Darrens sensitive cock with his fat belly. Thick streams of cum coated Darrens chubby torso as they moaned in unison. Tucker pulled himself off of Darrens body and out of his ass. He removed his condom and finished on Darrens chest. Darren watched the chunky hairy man moan in pleasure as he come hard and long, hitting him in the face and even spurting onto the pillow behind him. Tucker collapsed next to him and they laid silently for a while. He reached for Tuckers hand they kissed passionately.

Darren asked Tucker what he wanted to do and tucker said maybe a trip to the state park for a picnic and maybe dinner. Darren loved it. They showered and got ready to go. Darren realized Tucker had been wearing the same thing all weekend and that he had expanded enough that his jeans wouldn’t even consider buttoning. “Maybe we can go get you some shorts” Darren suggested to Tucker who nodded in agreement. They spent the morning getting another coffee and going shopping for a pair of shorts, Tucker needed a size 40.

The two got to know each other even more and Tucker revealed that he was bisexual but had been more interested in men as he aged. He did not get along with his family for that reason as well. His dream is to own his own business maybe in manufacturing and distribution or something similar. Darren told Tucker about growing up in Georgia and his dad and sister are cool with him being queer. He mentioned the places he has been stationed and how he is transferring next summer hopefully back to Northern California where he really loved the weather. They both really enjoyed each others company and it became more apparent as they chatted. When they arrived at the park, they took a short easy trail toward the lake in the center of the park. Trees lined the dirt trail as they walked. There were almost no cars in the parking lot of the park. The smell of oak was present as the wind blew through the forrest.

Tucker couldn’t stop looking at Darren. He marveled at his beauty as he explained the difference between two different kinds of plants they happened to walk past earlier. Tucker saw an opportunity and pulled Darren behind a series of bushes. Tucker kissed Darren hard and reached down to rub his package. He and got on his knees and unzipped Darrens shorts. Tucker looked up at Darren, pulled his cock out of his underwear and watched it swell as he wrapped his juicy lips around it. Darren loved Tuckers mouth, his cock was large and thick and Tucker did his best to deep throat it as far as he could until his eyes watered and he gagged violently. At times, Darren would thrust his meaty cock deep into Tuckers throat just to hear the noise the fat man would make. He grabbed Tucker by the ears and formed a quick rhythm as he choked Tucker out with his dick. He pulled out of Tuckers throat and came off to the side as his knees buckled. Tucker watched in pleasure as he climaxed. They finished up and got dressed again, Darren pulling Tucker in for a long and romantic kiss before headed back out to the trail. They enjoyed the afternoon, feeding lettuce to the ducks and snacking as they walked. Tuckers big belly swayed with every step he took and Darren couldn’t keep his hands off of it. The waters edge was beautiful and the two men sat on a bench under a large shade tree. They talked and laughed and just enjoyed the scenery. It was about 4pm and they decided to catch an early dinner. Darren knew of a great steakhouse on the way back with lots if fattening and delicious meals that Tucker would love to guzzle down. They were a little underdressed but they didn’t care. Tucker slid into the tight booth and his stomach almost touched the end of the table. “You might need to cut me out of here if I’m expected to eat like I did last night” Tucker said with a grin on his cute face. He lifted his shirt up to show his fat hairy gut to Darren and pushed it out far enough to touch the table in front of him. Darren whispered “put that away, my dick can’t take it any more.” They laughed and Tucker dropped his shirt.

They ordered an impossible amount of food and Darren watched at Tucker ate and ate and ate. It was all delicious. Lobster Alfredo, steak Diane, pulled pork Mac and cheese, and some good wine to wash it all down. Darren got the check at the end and Tucker literally was pinned in between the booth and the table after stuffing in so much food. “I’m ughhh actually too fat for this booth now” Tucker said as he lifted his shirt once again to show Darren the damage from the meal. His stomach was packed tight and pushed into he edge of the table enough to fold slightly over the top. Darren looked at him lustfully and threatened to keep feeding him until he cracked the bench seat he sat on. Darren motioned for the waiter a few minutes later to order 4 desserts to go. They bought out the desserts and Tucker sucked his gut in to slide his way out of the thin booth. Him and Darren sauntered toward the door. Some of the other patrons had taken notice of how bulbous Tucker was. They stared as he waddled towards the exit with his thick hairy underbelly threatened to peak out from under his skin tight shirt. His new shorts were tight on his legs and the button was completely undone as they walked away from the restaurant. They hopped in Darrens car and Tucker leaned over to thank Darren by giving him a big kiss. Darren rubbed his lovers thick fattened stomach as they dove deep into each others mouths. He was smitten. They both were really. Darren had never felt so happy. Tucker felt love like he had never felt before and he knew he was safe with Darren. “Can I spend the night with you again?” Tucker asked. “Of course!! who else would I stuff these desserts in if you go home?” Darren said happily. “We can wake up early and i’ll take you to your car before work.” He added.

They arrived back at Darrens, headed upstairs and immediately stripped naked. Tuckers fat stomach jutted out over his swelling cock as Darren approached him with a spoon and the bag of desserts. Chocolate Cake, lemon crunch cake, strawberry short cake and and a Mango ice cream. Darren hand fed Tucker the fattening desserts over the course of the next hour. Kissing and stroking each other as tucker continued to be plumped up. His stomach was sitting in his lap and stretching further and further out as Darren forced bite after bite into his greedy mouth. The final spoon full exited Tuckers lips. His beard had grown out in the last few days. He had a big piece of chocolate stuck to his chin that Darren leaned over and licked off before kissing his chubby stuffed man.

T- “This has been there absolute best birthday. I cannot thank you enough. You’re amazing but I feel like a blimp. Wanna lay down?” Tucker asked. They showered and changed the filthy sex sheets that they had left that morning. Tucker held Darren close as he laid his head on Tuckers meaty chest. He could hear Tuckers heartbeat and feel his stomach churning and digesting. They fell asleep silently thinking about how happy they were right there in that moment.

#part 2 #gainer fiction

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