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multific · 1 month

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Sweet Tooth

Willy Wonka x PlusSize!Reader

Willy watched you walk into his shop for the third time that week.

You looked around nervously.

People around you kept shopping, not paying attention, but he did.

And just like the days before, you suddenly left his store.

You caught the attention of the young chocolatier about a month ago.

You looked around nervously, while you kept staring at the windows of the shop. It took you a month just to enter, Willy can only imagine how long it will take you to buy something.

So, he decided to do something about it.

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"Be good now! I will get my new dress and we go home!"

"Of course, Mom." you smiled at your mother as she went into the shop.

You immediately headed to the Wonka store.

You bit your lip out of nervousness before entering.

You promised yourself, much like many times before, that this time you will buy a chocolate.

But each time, you ended up nervously walking around before leaving.

But this time, it only took you five minutes to actually enter the store. Many people were inside, you blended in pretty well.

Or at least you thought you did, a certain chocolatier definitely noticed your presence. You looked up at the beautiful cherry tree before moving to the shelves.

No one would know if you just bought one.

Just one.

That's all.

And yet, you were afraid.

You kept staring but not moving, people around you bought whatever they wanted, but not you.

Suddenly a beautiful rose was in your face and you stumbled for a moment, your focus shifting from the rose to the man holding it.

Mr Wonka himself.

"Try it, it is delicious." he simply said and you took the rose from him.

"Wouldn't it be a shame to eat something so beautiful?"

"The shame, My Lady, would be to let the chocolate melt without tasting it."

"You might be right, but I truly mustn't," you argue suddenly looking at the watch on the wall. You still had some time left.

"Why not? Chocolate is good for the soul."

"My parents would argue." your eyes suddenly snapped back at him, realizing that you have definitely overshared. "Sorry." you simply said before running out of the store, with your rose still in your hands.

You weren't sure how, but you managed to hide the rose from your parents and hid it in your room.

Hoping it would never melt.

But you also didn't eat it.

A couple of days later, however, you visited the shop and once again, Mr Wonka came up to you with a box of chocolates.

"I must say Mr. Wonka, your pretty rose seems to melt rather fast."

"I must create something other than! The perfect chocolate which doesn't melt even when you hold it in the summer! But if I may ask, why didn't you just eat it?"

"My parents don't want me to eat sweets. You see I have a sweet tooth... and it is very apparent." you gestured at your figure.

"I don't see any problems with your figure, if anything I believe you are quite charming."

"Thank you." you felt the heat in your face and hoped he didn't realize how his compliment affected you.

"Just try one. I made them specially for you. With a hint of cherry." you took one of the chocolates from his box and popped it into your mouth.

"Oh wow." your eyes shined as you looked into his eyes. "This is wonderful!" the taste of pure chocolate with the hint of cherry and there was something else... something you couldn't quite point out, but it reminded you of your childhood, of happiness. Your grandma, the cakes he used to bake for you. "Thank you, Mr Wonka, it was delicious."

"Please, call me Willy." he smiled and you smiled back at him.

You didn't know then, but it was the start of something amazing.

After that day, you were no longer scared to enter his store, nor did you care about what your parents said.

Chocolate is where your happiness was.

The first time Willy brought you to his factory, you felt truly amazed.

It looked like such a happy place.

"I made this, just for you, I plan on launching them on Valentine's Day." you looked at the pink box in his hands, another colourful creation.

"What do you mean... made it for me?"

"You inspire me so much. I made this with all of your favourite things as a way to... to show you my feelings." you took one chocolate out of the box and popped it into your mouth. As you bit down, you immediately felt the feeling of pure joy. "The first time I ever laid my eyes on you, I still recall how stunned I was... such a beauty in my store. I felt like I was dreaming. And now, here I am, declaring my love, giving you not just this box but my heart as well. Will you take it and accept my feelings?"

Why did you feel like you already knew the answer? The doubt you had deep down, suddenly felt to have disappeared.

"I love you too, Willy." you smiled as fireworks went out around you, and he pulled you in for a simple yet meaningful kiss.

"It seems like, my love for chocolate, gave me the love of my life." he said and you smiled from ear to ear.

Chocolate is where your love was.

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bubblegumfanfictions · 4 months

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Perfect to Me |Astarion x Fem!Plus-sized! Reader|

Fandom- Baldurs Gate 3

Ship- Astarion/Fem!Plus-sized! Reader

Warning(s)- fatphobia, negative thoughts about weight, mentions of Cazador, Swearing

Summary- Reader is upset after a rough day in Baldurs Gate, but Astarion proves that she doesn't need to be.

Word Count- 1,700

A/N- Sorry if this isn't perfect, it has been a while. But merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone! (I also changed the name of the fic)

After a long and perilous journey through the Shadow Cursed Lands, The Underdark, and the Mountain Pass to gain allies you finally made your way to Baldurs Gate. The bustling streets and lively atmosphere was almost alien to you after so much time surrounded by nature.

The faces of your companions tell you all you need to know about how they feel at present. Disgust, Excitement, and Fear. You felt for Astarion, it must be terrifying returning to your old hunting grounds after so long, seeing the families of people he had condemned, but that wasn’t who he was now. You felt a fleeting sense of pride that your friend had promised the Gur he would help take down Cazador and find out what happened to their children– Whether they were alive or not is a whole different story.

Karlach on the other hand looked positively elated at being here. Her excitement was certainly infectious, You pause your thoughts and look over at the disgust on Lae’zel’s face, Well maybe not totally infectious. Although you did take note of a glint in Lae’zel’s eyes, she was interested but hid it well.

But even with Karlach’s excitement, you were nervous as all hells. You knew from experience that Baldurs Gate wasn’t a fan of people with your particular build (Well, unless you work in brothels or Burlesque shows but that is a different story.) Knowing what you know about Baldurs Gate you had prepared yourself before you left to expect some comments, looks and even some shoves.

You thought you had managed to keep your anxieties under control and to yourself but that wasn’t the case. Unbeknownst to you, while you were hyperanalysing everything out of nervousness, Astarion was keeping an eye on you. He’d never seen you so nervous- That might not even be the right word, terrified seemed to be the better term.

He didn’t know why you were so scared of everything. He had seen you take down an Orthon just so he could have the information that Raphael promised him. You didn’t have to do that but you did. When he asked you why you simply smiled and said “Because it was important to you.” So he didn’t understand your fears at all. Are you scared of big crowds? Of the idea that someone could jump you? No, thats not it, you’d look more alert than anything, not dazed.

After a few hours of walking around Astarion finally spotted what it was that was scaring you so much. He noticed the glares and whispers being sent in your direction. He was happy that you weren’t an elf because you wouldn't have liked the things he was hearing. He was physically restraining himself from ripping out these peoples throat. You were beautiful. Why couldn't they see that? Why couldn't you see that?

“Isn't she ashamed of coming out here?” Just breathe, Astarion. You'll be no good to the group in prison.

“She's much too big to be in with that lot.” Astarion kept his rage to himself, but he was sure the rest of his group noticed. After all you were connected by those wriggling parasites.

Eventually you all made your way to The Elfsong Tavern when the Emperor decided to reminisce about his time working with Duke Stalemane. Astarion didn't care though, not after noticing how vulnerable you looked, how upset and withdrawn you were.

He wondered if maybe you could hear some of the comments. Or if you were so used to the treatment that you knew what they were going to say.

Karlach barrels into the Tavern with all the grace of… well- Karlach. Finally getting to sleep in a proper bed for the night. Everyone was excited for it. After the trials they had all been through they deserved some much needed rest, even just for the day.

Karlach decided to go down into the Tavern to spend her night eating and drinking, Lae'zel went to the courtyard to practice. The group had discovered a temple with a link to Mystra and naturally relayed this to Gale so that's where he probably is. As for the others? You had no idea.

You took it upon yourself to kick your shoes off and practically face planted one of the beds in the room you rented, barely taking any notice of Astarion's eyes watching your every move.

The energy it took you to not burst out into tears in the streets had taken its toll on you, you were just ready to sleep.

Astarion moved over to you cautiously, for once he was lost for words. He didn't know what to say to you, should he acknowledge the elephant in the room or ignore it?

“Astarion? Are you okay?” You lift your heavy head to look at the handsome Pale Elf that was watching you. His eyes dance with uncertainty. He seemed deep in thought. “Astarion?” You say his name a second time and manage to catch his attention.

He shook himself from his thoughts “Oh, yes, Darling? What were you saying?” He thought his recovery was smooth but his discomfort still showed on his face.

You sit up and pat the spot next to you. Astarion smiled absentmindedly, even burdened by the thoughts of horrible people you were still thinking of others first.

Astarion sits next to you, “I'm fine, but are you. Don't think I didnt notice the way people were looking at you.” He paused, not knowing if he should let on that he heard what they were saying. “Or how they were… talking about you.”

You stayed silent, looking down at your hands. Like Astarion earlier you didn't know what to say. “You noticed that?”

He looked baffled, almost offended that you thought he didn't. “Of course I did! Why wouldn't I? This is you we are talking about Darling, it's so hard for me to not notice you.” He places his hand on top of yours.

The coolness from his hand is a stark contrast to the warmth of his words to you. “Tell me, why do you allow a few rotten apples to treat you so poorly.” He uses his other hand to brush some hair from your face that had fallen when your head lowered with sadness.

“Because its true. I'm nothing special, no one will ever love me the way I want them too. I'll be alone… forever.”

Astarion's heart shattered, he knew what it was like to feel so vulnerable, so self-conscious. He hated that your life in Baldurs Gate made you feel the same.

“Oh, Darling. I wish I could show you just how wrong you are. These people? This group that you brought together, they adore you, I adore you.”

“But why? I feel hideous.” Tears well up in the corner of your eyes, prompting Astarion to lift you chin with one hand and wipe your tears with the other.

“You are far from hideous my gorgeous gorgeous girl, I think you are beautiful, a walking piece of art. You do not deserve to be treated the way you are just because you don't fit in with their callous beauty standards.” The mixture of Astarion's kind words, the nasty glares, and your exhaustion caused you to break down, tears streaming down your cheeks.

Without missing a beat Astarion wrapped his arms around you in a clumsy hug. He could feel your shoulders shake as the tears (sadly) soaked his new doublet.

“You think I'm beautiful?” You sniffled, pulling your head away from his chest but maintaining contact. He may not be physically warm but his actions and words warmed you through.

“Of course I do. Why wouldn't I? I'm not blind, Sweetheart.” A soft smile painted on his lips. Astarion could tell that his words weren't really getting through to you, he knew that it would take a long time for you to finally feel good about yourself, but he can damn well try his best.

“But-” you attempted to say before Astarion shushed you, a finger gently pressed to your lips.

“No buts. I have been around for a long time, I have bedded more men and women than I can count. But you are by far the most beautiful being I have ever laid eyes on. You are so incredibly and unapologetically you and I would do anything in my power for you to see yourself the way I do.”

“But I'm not thin like other people, how can you say I'm beautiful when I look like this? ” He moved his finger down to your chin so he could tilt your head up.

“Because you are. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, you're the best person for me. I don't want to imagine a life with anyone other than you in it. I adore you darling. I love you and I want you to be happy and I would love for it to be with me.”

Astarion could see your expression change to a more hopeful one. “You love me?”

“I do.” He responds, his eyes darting down to your lips and back to your own again. “Can I kiss you?” The question slipped from his mouth before he could think. You nod your head, still shocked by the sudden confession.

He slowly closed the gap between your lips, when they finally touched Astarion could sense all of your worries melt away. His free hand squeezing the thickness of your thigh as you shared a loving kiss. Astarions fangs brushing against your lips and occasionally nipping them as the kiss deepened.

“Fuck yes! Finally!” You both turned your heads, seeing Karlach stood in the doorway watching as the two of you kissed.

“Man Gale is going to be PISSED. He owes me 60 gold.” She senses the awkwardness she had just caused with her entrance and sheepishly backed away “Don't let me stop you, I was just leaving.”

She slams the door behind her but you could hear her yelling that she was going to be a rich woman and that she knew she had an eye for romance.

The two of you just laughed. This was perfect.

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marleyybluu · 7 months

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Me and Mrs. Jones

hbf!Rio Martinez x fem!black!OC (Fox Jones)

Wc: 3.1k

Content warning: 18+ content, smut out the ass, infidelity (I just like being messy), OC is written as a bigger girl (with descriptions of rolls, tummy and thick thighs), they have a small disagreement, drama, hotel sex, fingering, p in v, squirting, creampie, backshots, awkward ending cus I ran out of words. Wrote this high as fuck so it's feral, lmk if I missed any.

A/N: Inspired by Me and Mrs. Jones by Billy Paul.

Yes her name is Fox, idk I thought it was cool as fuck and you cant change my mind. announcements at the end🤭

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She was ethereal. Her curly hair flowed freely, some uniformed and others frizzy but they blended well, if he ever saw her she was always wearing a skirt— some of them were tight, others danced along the winds of summer and fall, and they were always paired with a crop top. She liked to show off her body in any manner, he loved it though, when she sat down her tummy would fold over the band of her skirt, love handles too, the sight would make his fingers tingle itching to touch. To run his fingers over her supple skin, his nose buried into her sides as he held her, inhaling her naturally sweet scent.

He leaned against the kitchen counter his glass of whiskey getting warm in his hands, The constant buzzing of friends and family around had long tuned out of his eardrums, and his eyes were purely on her. The jewelry she wore was minimal today unlike usual. She loved her rings, always stacked on her fingers and necklaces layered around her neck. All she had on today was her wedding ring on her left hand and a little Amethyst stone on her right. The one he bought her. The way she smiled and laughed earnestly at whatever conversation she was having with her own sister caused him to smile as well as if he was a part of the conversation. Rio felt a nudge on the side of his arm, his trance broken and his head turned to see his best friend who just so happened to be her husband.

It's fucked up. It's a fucked up situation. He was beginning to fall for a woman who should be off limits, but those limits were exceeded a long time ago.

"What's up, man?" He asked nodded to him. "Nothin'." Rio answered taking a sip of the brown liquor, his eyes darting over to her quickly before going back to his friend. "I hate these things too, don't worry."

Rio pitied the poor unsuspecting man with a chuckle. He could make out her gaze at him in the corner of his eye and when he went to look at her she dodged him. His friend noticed. Well... not really.

"She's single. Could ask Fox to put in a good word for you." It took Rio a minute to realize he was referring to his wife's sister. Rio shook his head. "Nah, I'm good. Got someone already."

"Since when? Who is it? Maria?"

Rio rolled his eyes. "Yeah, Maria."

'I actually mean your wife.'

Speaking of. Fox's heels clicked against the hardwood floors as she made her way over to them, her hand coming in contact with her husband's shoulder. "Hey, hey. How are my boys?" Her head was directed more towards Rio. "We're good." He answered too eagerly. She smiled softly. She raised her other hand, purposefully, pointing with her index finger. The Amethyst ring that was on her pinky now sat on her pointer finger. He smirked. "You want a refill?" She asked. He shook his head. "Nah but I gotta get up outta here soon."

She frowned. "Why?"

Her husband chimes in. "Maria's probably up his ass as usual."

"Oh, you two got back together?" She entertained, in order not to look suspicious. "Working on it."

She hummed. "Well, I just came to borrow Mr. Jones for a second, I will return him before you leave though so don't worry."

Fox tugged her husband's arm lifting him from his position against the counter, he playfully groaned and walked in front of her. With his back turned she looked over her shoulder at Rio and winked. Her hand was now on her husband's back gently shoving him in the direction that she needed him to go.

— —

"Text me when y'all get home, okay?" Fox waved as the last of the guests left, she closed the door and wheezed leaning against it. "That's the last dinner party until fucking Christmas."

Her husband swaggered his way toward her with a glass of wine and an interesting look on his face. She cringed internally. "You wanna clean up or you wanna make a bigger mess upstairs?"

A statement that made her want to gag physically but she swallowed. "Can't. Gotta go by mom tonight." She lied looking down at her Amethyst ring as a reminder, her chest blooming with warmth and anticipation to feel his hands on her.

They both knew what they were doing was wrong, but it couldn't be stopped, it was an addiction. The sneaking around, the subtle gifts and the not-so-subtle stares at each other from across the room. But she couldn't help it. Rio was bringing out feelings in her that her husband had neglected so long ago.

Rio was supposed to be her hall pass. You know? Someone she was to have been with one time, revenge, to get it off her chest after discovering the infidelity her husband committed with one of his colleagues. His way of apologizing was telling her she could even the score by sleeping with whoever she wanted and they'd forget the whole ordeal.

Big mistake.

Fox had had her eye on his best friend for years. A sick fantasy that became reality when she confided in Rio about the betrayal.

One time. She promised it. But it didn't stop. And it wasn't going to stop either.

And when he gifted her that ring, she was done for. Amethyst was her favourite stone, she doubted even Mr. Jones could remember that and they'd been married almost ten years.

The ring was their signal, she wore it regularly on her pinky but once it shifted to her index finger it was his sign to meet her at the hotel they often went to. The Yellowstone Inn, at 11:30 PM, not a minute later.

Mr. Jones groaned. "Come on, it's been so long."

She scoffed and rolled her eyes reaching for her keys that dangled from the hook on the wall next to the front door. "Are you asking me to ditch my mom for some dick?"

He raised his eyebrows. "No, but I'm also not just some dick."

She bit the inside of her cheek to keep her insults buried. She smiled, he didn't realize how ironic his statement was considering he was just some dick for someone else a few months back.

"You don't have to clean up tonight, I'll get it in the morning."

"You're sleeping over there!?" He bursted. "Yeah, she's just been having trouble getting around the house, my sister will take over tomorrow."

His eyebrows furrowed together and that was her cue to dip before he could question her further. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips and vanished out the door.

Fox sat in her car and sighed, her hand motioning the cross, hoping she could receive some sort of forgiveness for using her mother in a fib. She started her car and proceeded to drive in the direction of the hotel.

The whole ride her palms had suddenly felt sweaty, her heart racing and guilt crept into her bones the closer she got. Fighting off various thoughts of turning around and going back home. She sat in the parking lot, she'd been there for a few minutes with her forehead resting on the steering wheel, feeling sick, feeling queasy about this whole thing. Her phone buzzed with a message from Rio asking if she was there yet. She ignored it for a moment, collecting herself and her thoughts. She reached in the back for her duffel bag that was packed with her overnight things.

Fox sighed exiting the car, her headlights blinking as she locked the doors. She made her way inside, walked past the front desk flashing her keycard in hand and over to the elevators. Her nerves rose once the doors parted.

Floor 6.

Room 637.

She pressed her card against the reader, a beep and a green light granted her access inside. "Christopher?" Fox called closing the door behind her. No answer. "Martinez, where you at?"

Still no answer.

She sighed and checked her phone;

❤️: Went to get food, I'll be back.

— — Fox took the time to get herself together, She laid out her moisturizers and serums on the bathroom counter, grabbed her body wash and washcloth, she turned the knob on the shower wall letting the steaming hot water run. She struggled to tie her hair up but it was finally out of her face. Her clothes were discarded in the corner, she stepped foot inside the shower and slid the door closed. She hoped this would wash off all her uncertain feelings.

While she was busy humming and scrubbing, Rio had arrived back to the room with food and drinks, a bottle of wine tucked under his arm and a bouquet of flowers. He heard the water running and smiled. He quickly set the food on the dresser below the mounted television, the bouquet of flowers and bottle of wine were placed in the middle of the well-made bed. He knocked on the bathroom door as if he hadn't invaded her privacy numerous times before.

The water shut off and the sound of the shower door opening signalled she was out. "Mrs. Jones. Am I safe to come in?" He playfully asked.

She flinched. "Uh, just let me grab a towel."

"Nothing I haven't seen before."

"Mm, don't remind me."

When Fox was done she opened the door for him and then turned to face the mirror to begin her usual routine. Rio felt a bit of coldness from her. "I brought your favourite."

"Thanks."

There was a beat of silence before he invited himself into the bathroom, his arms instantly wrapping around her waist, his chin finding a place in the crook of her neck. "What's going on?"

She sighed silently hating the way he could easily read her. "Don't you feel kind of guilty? About this whole thing? You and him have been friends for years, he and I've been together for ten. It just feels dirty sometimes."

"Do you think he felt guilty when he cheated on you?"

"Christopher."

"It's a valid question. Do you think he felt bad?"

Fox looked down picking up another serum, twisting it open and squeezing the top of the dropper for the liquid to land in the palm of her hand. She rubbed her hands together and applied the product on her face. "No." She answered begrudgingly. "Then why should you?"

"It's different."

"No, it's not," His nostrils flared. "He didn't hesitate to do it."

"But he did it once, and we've been doing this constantly."

"Yeah, that's what you think." He mumbled. Fox's eyes quickly met his in the reflection of the mirror. "The fuck did you just say?"

Rio stepped back and shoved his hands in his pockets. "It wasn't just the one time. Got drunk and told me he saw her a few more times-"

Hot tears of anger formed in her eyes. "How much is a few more!?"

He swallowed hard as if he was the guilty one. "Four."

"Four." She repeated to herself. "And you knew."

"I did."

"And didn't tell me."

He scratched the back of his neck. "I didn't."

Fox slowly nodded, nothing else was said as she finished up everything. She walked back to the room and put on a shirt and a pair of shorts, she searched the plastic bag with their food. "This mine?"

He nodded almost afraid to say anything else. She took it, her phone, the keycard and left him in the dust.

— —

It wasn't until two hours later when the lock clicked shooting Rio up from his position on the bed. He heard sniffling. "Fox..."

"Don't talk to me." She scolded putting her stuff on the dresser. Despite the distance between them, he could smell the marijuana from where he was. "You didn't drive high did you?"

Fox said, "Now you're concerned?"

"I'm always concerned about you, mama."

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "You're so lucky I'm high right now." A little giggle escaped. "So fucking lucky."

Fox's shoulders sulked making her way to the bed, she crawled onto the bed and onto his lap. "I love you." She blurted. He was ready to respond but she put her hand up. "Let me finish."

"I love you, but I am pissed that you didn't tell me. If this was the other way around I would've even called you the same day. You and I don't do secrets."

"I know." He pouted. She smiled softly cupping his face in her hands. "Good."

"Can I say something though?"

"You can."

His hands squeezed her sides gently. "I love you, too. And I'm sorry."

She pressed her lips to his. "How sorry?" She felt him smile against her mouth. "I'm bout to show you."

She squealed when he put her on her back and attacked her with kisses. From the top of her head down to her torso, his eyes never leaving hers as he got closer to the band of her shorts, his fingers playing with it slightly pulling down one side and leaving a warm kiss on her hip. She hummed with gratitude and rested her head back on the mattress, her eyes closing. Rio pulled her shorts off, tossing them behind him, he pushed her legs back and smiled. "No panties, as fucking always." He mumbled.

She playfully rolled her eyes, "Easier for you, no?" Her breath hitched feeling his finger slide through her slit. She whined squirming her hips around. "Stop." He warned. She listened, but she wasn't happy about it. His warm lips tasted her sweet brown skin as he kissed down the back of her legs, his hand left her needy pussy and his palm spread as he caressed her leg, his nimble fingers finding her plentiful tattoos. Fox sighed, her patience wearing thin with his teasing actions.

Rio gave her what she wanted when he pressed his thumb against her throbbing clit. He watched her leaking hole convulse around absolutely nothing, her legs twitch with every circular motion he made. "You love me?" He smirked, just wanting to hear it again. She nodded, her hazy vision staring at the smooth ceiling. Her jaw slacked feeling a finger inside her. "Where are my words?"

Fox groaned pushing her hips forward. "Shit. Yes Christopher, I do, I love you, baby." He grinned leaning down, his tongue flicking against her bud, and her head fell back. Her body was entirely at his mercy.

His fingers hooked inside her, fingertips brushing against her hot spot. Her eyes rolled at his greediness, he munched her down like it was his last day on Earth. Her fists balled up the sheets as she whined and whimpered for him. "Rio... oh fuck." Her head lolled to the side, her eyebrows knitting together as his fingers quickened their pace, his lips slowly sucking on her clit. Rio swayed his head from side to side, her hips bucking into his mouth and her cunt clenching around his fingers. She let out a long sigh. "Yes... yeeees!" Fox's moans were his favourite melody. "I'm close, holy shit." She cried out, he continued devouring her until she was leaking onto his hand. "Look at that," He mumbled to himself, clear liquid flowing out of her. Fox's legs trembled, her hand pushing his away. "Fuck!" Her thighs were wet. She giggled, her face dazed and fucked out.

She didn't get to rest for too long. He lay on his side after ridding himself of his shorts and boxers, his chest pressing against her back, his hand gripping her thigh as he lifted it up, resting it on his own. He wrapped his hand around his girth, his tip nudged her entrance before pushing further inside, her raspy voice crying out his name as he stretched out her pussy, her eyes crossed as he penetrated her, pulling out and thrusting back in at a slow and steady pace to adjust her to his size. Her sticky walls welcomed this pleasurable feeling, he held her leg up as he drove his hips into hers. "Only I get you wet like this? Hm?" He whispered in her ear, she could only reply in broken moans. She reached back, holding on to his bicep. "Y-yes. I love the way you feel inside me." She cooed. "I know, mama, I know."

Her eyes squeezed shut, "Rio... I can't- already"

He smacked her thigh. "You can. Cum for me, it's okay."

Fox's toes curled, her cream coating his dick beautifully. He continued his strokes throughout her orgasm, her walls suffocating his dick, he grunted as he pounded into her, using her sopping pussy to get himself off.

After a few more pumps he reluctantly pulled out, his hand coming in contact with her soft ass, gripping her softly. "Put that ass up." Fox moaned at his instructions, she rested on her knees, her booty jiggling with every shift of the bed. Rio smacked her ass once he got behind her, his girth stretching her out once more. "Fuck," He moaned getting lost in his own pleasure. Her fingers tapped against the mattress before gripping the sheets again, her pussy still sensitive. His hands held onto her hips and wandered down her sides, his thumb slipping in every roll on her back. He kissed up her spine, his arm around her belly holding her close to him.

Fox's pornographic sounds fill the room, probably disturbing the other people on this floor, but who fucking cares, she was floating on a lustful cloud and the pleasure she was receiving tingled all over her body. She pushed her hips back meeting the beat of his thrusts, she bit her lip to suppress her whimpers. Her hair was puffy and messy from the humidity building in the room, she was so fucked.

She kept up with his relentless pounding until that warm feeling began to brew in the pit of her stomach, her lip quivering unable to warn him of her approaching peak. He kissed her neck. "I got it... I got it." He mumbled in her ear. She croaked out his name, her cum coating him again. Rio groaned, "Fox, fuck, I'm cummin' in that fucking pussy."

"Please, give it to me."

Rio pulled her close, pressing his nose on the back of her neck. His warm seed spreading inside her, she smiled feeling him paint her walls. He gave her kisses down the back of her shoulder. Fox hummed with content. He kept himself buried until he was empty, his dick going soft inside her. She sleepily giggled when he pulled out and her body collapsed on the bed. He laughed spanking her again. "You're killing me." She playfully complained. "Good."

She sucked her teeth and mustered up whatever energy she had left to shuffle herself under the sheets, her eyes getting heavier with every passing moment. Rio softly smiled when she lifted the sheets as an invitation for him to join her. He turned off the lights and happily laid next to her. She rested her head on his chest, he kissed the top of her head, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her back.

"Just us?" He whispered as if he was scared to ask it any louder. Fox smiled, her eyes closing with sleep.

"Just us."

If you liked this fic, feel free to like this fic, comments and reblogs are always appreciated.

I have reached 1k followers, I think that's crazy as fuck, I made this blog not really knowing if I'd get back into writing but yall make me glad I did so thank you.

Now. On my masterlist there is a new category called The Mixtapes. Its a new series (?) that I have created, it will contain fics inspired by various albums, songs and artists from all decades, of all genres. You get it. I'm very proud of this idea so I hope I'm not copying someone else😩

Peace and love, see you in the next one. 🤙🏾

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mochminnie · 9 months

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Lovin U Right

What if Jeon Jungkook fall in love with a plus sized girl at a party who’s afraid of getting asked out???

(Gif from tumblr & Wallpaper/Cover from pinterest destiny and this is also uploaded on wattpad🖤✨)

“Friends?! Just friends… I’ve been inside you.”

Jungkook: Sunshine, Himbo, Golden Retriever vibe Popular boy, very popular with the girls. Very experienced Playboy who loves a good party. But turns out to be a hopeless romantic.

“Please! Hide me! Jungkook has been following me around like some puppy.”

Lizzie (Reader): Sweet yet sassy kind of a grump. Who doesn’t love huge parties. Inexperienced in relationships, who is nervous, uncomfortable in dating. Afraid of being asked out that’s she runs away. Curvous/Plus Sized MC

Setting: College Au

Tropes: Polar Opposites, Grumpy-ish x Sunshine, one night stand/fling situation

Warning: Sexual Themes, Fat shaming, College Partying, This isn’t going to be based off of Korean College more like Americanize based through Pop Culture references, Himbo like behavior of BTS. Bickering and physical attacks

Summary: Based off Jungkook’s Single ‘Seven’. BTS and many more Kpop idols will appear in this series. This will have no usage of your name or (y/n). The Main Character/Reader will be Plus Sized and her name is Elizabeth ‘Lizzie’. I’ll have an Original Character, Maru Face Claim: Devon Aoki. Jungkook who is life of a party, a total himbo that tries for 7 days to show you how much he loves you. Who doesn’t just want to get in your pants, wanting more than that. Himbo clingy JK wants to be loved, who wants your attention.

🎶Weight of the world on your shoulders I kiss your waist and ease your mind I must be favored to know ya I take my hands and trace your lines🎶

🎶Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday (A week) Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Seven days a week Every hour every minute every second You know night aftеr night I'll be (Lovin’) fuckin' you right Seven days a week🎶

"Jungkook can be a lot of things but a fat shaming prick isn't one of them. So fuck him you fucking deserve it."

Maru (face claim: Devon Aoki): ride or die, she a real one who just wants Lizzie to get laid because “it’s life changing” smoker & drinker, party girl who encourages Lizzie to party friends with almost the whole college, known for resting bitch face RBF

“Did you fuck him😏? Was it good?”

Vincent “Vince” (face claim: Marcello Hernandez): the sassy funny pretty boi

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dragbunart · 8 days

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New Fiadh/Venison Character sheet

I changed her death from 'Poisoning' to 'Hit by car' so if Furfur is ever revealed in Canon to not be old enough to have kids, Not a deer, or something like that I can retcon her to be a regular sinner or his half-sister or something and her deer form still make sense.

I magine she still has mushroom themes because either A) she took shrooms or B) Alastor snuck mushrooms into her food to keep her JUST sick enough to have to stay at home when they were alive.

The 'Hell Name' Venison is Fiadh thinking she's halarious. because you can eat Pumpkin and Mushrooms, and they can be paired with deer meet (and her husband/best friend being a cannibal), she thought it'd be funny to go by Venison (alastor making 'you look good enough to eat' jokes and calling her sweet and such DOES NOT help)

#hazbin Hotel oc #the line on her stomach is meant to be her chubby tumtum #I'm working on how to draw plussize characters in tighter clothes #or in this case technically naked

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xoteajays · 1 year

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CRIMINAL MINDS OC WEEK - dr bailey cary

DAY 1: i am calm and it’s doctor (november 18th)

let’s start off easy! make something about your oc and their titles; are they a doctor, an agent? what about their nickname, do they have one? what does it mean?

#ocappreciation #fyeahcriminalmindsocs #cmocweek22 #ochub #criminal minds oc #its my mental illness and i get to choose the plussize fc!#anyway im way behind bc i /just/ got my arm cast off #oc: bailey cary

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yanderexchubbyreader · 4 months

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can u write a yandere popular boy in school and he’s in love with chubby s/o (or y/n wtv u wanna call her 😅) and he’s angry that she doesnt like him back and sometimes threatens her to date him. She actually does like him back but doesnt show it becus she thinks that he is playing a joke on her

i hope i kinda got what you were looking for! if not, please feel free to let me know!

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Pairing: yandere!popular!boy x chubby!reader

yan’s name is Matthew

warnings: obsessive behaviour, implied drugging, isolating yandere

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- Matthew was such a peculiar character

- Ever since you had met him in your freshman year of college, he seemed to swarm to you like a moth to the sun, easily becoming someone you cane into contact with in your daily life

- Of course, you were weary about him and getting to know him seeing as he was world’s different from you

- He was extremely popular, with many friends and admirers who would drop anything and bend to his every whim if he so much as asked, as well as extremely fit and the star of the soccer team

- And you were just some chubby little nobody, tending to stick to yourself and your tiny friend group and avoiding large crowds of people like the plague

- So when he first came around, you were incredibly wary that it was put on as some kind of prank, not being able to see why this guy was so interested in being in your presence

- You did have to admit he was cute, but you had to preserve your pride, and you did little more than greet him with an uninterested nod and a small

- One day, he surprised you, showing up to your desk with a box of chocolates, a large bouquet of roses and a stuffed animal, asking for you to go out with him

- And you denied his offer, hiding your face from the rest of the class as he begged you to tell him why

- You had to drag him out of the class and explain to him that you were just too different, he deserved someone better, and you just weren’t interested in him

- That just made him really mad :( And he wouldn’t stop tailing you or your peers trying to get you to go on a date with him, sometimes going a little too far in his efforts

- It got so bad that your friends seemed to turn away everytime you tried speaking with them, brushing you off completely

- And when asked why, it was because they were sick of being threatened and singled out for keeping you away from Matthew

- Finally, you were sick of the obsessive behavior, and showed up at his dorm room one day to give him a piece of your mind

- Of course, he let you in with no hesitation, expecting you to finally accept his offer and give him a few hours of your time

- Instead, you let him know that he was making you uncomfortable, and you wanted him to leave you and your friends alone from here on out, vowing that if he didn’t stop, you were going to take some more drastic measures

- Surprisingly, he never lost the smile he had on his face when you arrived, but his eyes held a completely different emotion

- He’d accept your denial once and for all, apologizing for coming on too strong and promising he would never bother you again

- Satisfied with his answer, you left his dorm, finally happy to wash your hands of him and his strange behavior

- Matthew, however, would completely flipped as you walked away, going into a state of mania and completely destroying his dorm room in a fit of rage

- Sitting amongst the mess, he’d pull out his phone, dialing the number of a local dealer with shaky fingers

- “Hey… you still got those sleeping pills? I’m uh… I’m having trouble sleeping at night”

- He’d get his hands on you somehow. He’d have you in his arms soon, concious or unconcious

#chubby!reader #yan #yan x reader #yandere #yandere fanfiction #yandere fantasy #yandere fic #yandere oc #yandere x chubby reader #yandere x plussize!reader #plus size!reader #popular yandere #yandere x reader

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frzntrx · 2 years

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(A/N: here’s somebody I haven’t wrote for in a while-

!movie Jace Herondale… x !plus size mundane/Simon’s twin sister and Clary’s bestie because as cute as Dominic was Jamie is the only Jace I will accept… sooo… might be a two-fer might be an ongoing thing I haven’t decided yet)

I woke up after being attacked by demons with my best friend and neighbor Clary, and my twin brother Simon, in a building I never saw before in my life… I didn’t even remember how I got there…

I must have passed out, I thought,

“She got lucky… most mundanes aren’t as tough as she is… are you sure she’s your twin?” Said a voice,

“Hey!” Came another voice… my brother…

“S-Simon?” I mumbled, struggling to awaken,

“Hey she’s waking up!!!” He said, shock and relief in his voice,

“Good morning sleeping beauty… rise and shine…”

As I opened my eyes I was startled by the blond boy’s closeness…

“How long was I out…?” I mumbled then my eyes popped open wide

“CLARY!!!!” I cried out, wrenching upright in bed, she was like my sister… if she died I didn’t know what I’d do!

“Right here…” came her sleepy voice from the bed beside me,

“Oh thank god…” I sighed with relief,

“Oh gee thanks no ‘hey bro you doing okay?’” Simon joked, and I rolled my eyes,

“You’re like a weed little brother… you’re not going anywhere… you’re resilient…” I teased, and he grimaced,

“Thanks… I think…?”

“Lighten up Simon I’m kidding! Jesus!!!” I laughed, and a cough came from off to the side,

There in the door was a young man about the same age as the blond boy… Jace was his name that was it, I thought, Jace Wayland…

The teenager had dark hair and startling blue eyes… and a very stern expression.

“You’re lucky these mundanes didn’t get killed… you always were a reckless one…” he grumbled,

Jace laughed, and stood up, patted him on the back,

“This is my best friend, and closest to a brother I have, Alec Lightwood… Alec… this is Clary Fray, And Selena and… uhh…” he grimaced, looking at Simon, who glared at him,

“Simon.” He practically hissed, I kinda gave him a look, what’s wrong with him? People forget names… hell he forgets names all the time I have to remind him… Jesus what’s gotten into him? I thought

“That’s it Simon… Selena and Simon Lewis…” Jace said, and I snort laughed,

“What?” Jace said, turning to look at me, my heart fluttered slightly…

What the hell was that?

“Nothing… just… you have this cocky facade so seeing you forget peoples names is kinda funny.”

He smirked,

“Glad I amuse you Moon girl…”

“Hey!” I laughed,

Simon was getting pissed.

“Okay okay… now… what do we do now?”

And then I heard Clary mumble in confusion.

“Jeez guys… I pass out and you guys give me a tattoo??? I thought that only happened in Vegas…”

Simon was momentarily distracted, which was a relief,

“Oh! That’s so cooool!!!” He laughed,

“It definitely proves you’re not a mundane that’s for sure.” Alec muttered,

“What does?” I asked, “and what’s a mundane?”

“Mundanes are what our people call someone from the human world…” Alec said, and I blinked,

“As opposed to…?” I prompted, And he shook his head,

“I don’t know why I’m telling you this much. I’ve already told you too much.”

“But what do you mean it proves she’s not a mundane? What does? The tattoo?”

Jace grimaced, looking at Clary and I, Simon huffed,

“Technically… technically it’s not a tattoo… it’s called a rune… they do… well… like spells… and that one is healing your friend… it’ll disappear eventually once she’s healed.”

I gasped in awe, and Alec rolled his eyes, and grabbed Jace by the sleeve of his leather jacket and practically dragged him into the hallway;

“I don’t think this is a good idea… they’re mundanes.”

“She’s not.”

“Yes well they are.”

“Well I couldn’t just let them die now could I?”

There was a long silence, then an exasperated sigh,

“Fine… but let me warn you… the rune to fix a broken heart hurts the worst. And it takes a lot longer to go away…”

And I could hear footsteps going down the hall, which made me think Alec got irritated and left.

Sure enough, Jace was back,

“Okay… so I’m back… and I’m gonna let you three rest up… you need to heal… and then Clary we will do whatever we can to find your mother.”

Clary nodded sleepily.

And he left…

That was weird.

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Simon hated this guy… I assumed it was because he was super protective of me and Clary, but this… this was strange.

He’d never been the type to be sarcastic and borderline about to fight somebody all the time, like he HATED him.

A couple days later Clary and I were talking…

We had gotten to the topic of Jace and Alec and how Jace visited us every day, and how Alec seemed to be kinda pissed off about it,

“Ten bucks says he’s secretly crushing on Jace and he’s just been friendzoned times 10,000.” I joked,

Clary grimaced,

“I don’t know…”

“Clary it’s so obvious… I mean… he thinks Jace has a crush on you… he HATES you.”

“Well what about you…?” Clary said, and I raised an eyebrow,

“What about me?”

“What have you been doing lately? You seem to draw a lot more after he’s gone… you got something to tell us about your boyfrieeeend?” She teased, and I grimaced,

Shit.

Lie! Think up a good lie. Or Deflect it to Clary, who also shares your love of drawing.

They cannot know about your strange fascination with this perfect Angel boy.

“I mean I could say the same about you Clarissa Fray! I don’t ask you what you draw? Why should it matter what I draw?”

“Riiiight!” Clary giggled, “sounds like a reverse uno comeback to me!”

“No! I just get bored listening to him talk about how he’s gods gift to earth or whatever, but I’m too nice to tell him to fuck off so I can draw! Jeez!” I said, Lying out my ass.

“I can confirm… the only one she tells to shut the fuck up is me and you Simon…” Clary sighed in defeat, “you win this round.”

Later that afternoon, Clary was napping in her little cot, and I heard plunking on piano keys… curious, I followed the sound…

I was NOT expecting emo boy Jace to be the source of the sounds…

Alec maybe, Jace? Not a chance.

He didn’t see me at the door, but the music was beautiful…

But he was getting increasingly irritated,

And he banged the keys in frustration.

“Ohh… what did that piano ever do to you?”

He flinched slightly, but then he saw me and grimaced,

“I can’t quite get it right…”

“Well I thought it was wonderful… but… you play it like you’ve lost your only love…” I teased,

He rolled his eyes,

“Sadly at this point my one true love remains and always will be, myself.”

“Well that’s too bad… But hey at least you don’t have to worry about rejection.” I teased,

“Not necessarily.” He joked, holding up one finger, “I turn myself down occasionally just to keep things interesting.”

I chuckled,

“You are something else Goldilocks…” I teased, and he grimaced,

“You’re never gonna let me live that down that I said to your brother dearest that I’m naturally blond will you?”

“Nope.” I laughed, and he sighed,

“Well… it’s gone now.”

“Oh I know how that feels… to have the inspiration just vanish from your mind… it sucks so bad.

Then I saw his eyes widen and I was confused,

“What…?” He averted his eyes,

“N-nothing… I’m sorry.”

I blinked,

Then it dawned on me what I was wearing,

An oversized t shirt Jocelyn got me when she and Clary went to a ripleys museum somewhere.

And not much else.

“What? I have shorts on underneath.” I complained and he breathed a sigh of relief,

“Thank god.” He mumbled, and I frowned,

“What?”

“Nothing it’s just… your thighs… they’re-“

But I cut him off,

“I get it okay… I could lose some weight! Whatever!”

“I wasn’t going to say that!” He protested, and I rolled my eyes,

“Everybody else does!” I hissed in annoyance,

“If you’d have let me finish…” he said, narrowing his eyes, “I’d have said the shorts and long t shirt style looks nice with your thighs.”

I blinked in shock,

“Y-you… what?”

He shook his head,

“Honestly who would say something like that to someone they just met a couple days ago?”

“Well who would say THAT to someone they just met a couple days ago?” I retorted, and he shrugged,

“Just an observation, I was trying to be nice since you and Clary are friends and all.”

I was confused, but I shook my head and left,

But a couple nights later I couldn’t sleep… I was worried about Clary, about Miss Jocelyn, about my brother… how were we gonna find Miss Jocelyn… was she okay?

I grimaced and sat up, and I left the room I had been staying in once I recovered, and I started looking around for something to do… maybe a library…

Simon and I had seen the room filled with old relics and artifacts from monsters the shadowhunters had fought over the years, a girl named Izzy showed us our second day… as cool as it was I wasn’t interested in that this late at night.

But even though I was pretty sure there was a library, I couldn’t find it. I was lost.

I passed one door then paused and backed up,

Because it was a glass door that opened up into the most beautiful greenhouse I had ever seen.

I pressed my face to the glass,

“Wow.” I gasped, and I felt a tap on my shoulder and whirled around in shock.

There was Jace, smirking.

“You scared me!” I hissed, he chuckled,

“I could tell… to be fair that wasn’t my intention… but your face was so funny.”

I grimaced, and his face softened,

“I’m sorry… that was rude. So what are you doing up at 11:47 at night?” He continued, and I shrugged,

“Couldn’t sleep. Thinking about Miss Jocelyn I guess…”

He nodded,

“I couldn’t sleep either…”

My eyes turned back to the door longingly,

“You like flowers?”

I smiled,

“Yeah… but I am SO bad at gardening… like no joke I killed a cactus one time… the thing said only water it once a month I swear to god.” And he chuckled,

“So the question is… would you like to see some? I know a really cool one I think you’ll like…”

I nodded shyly, and he smiled, and opened the door and led me in,

I gasped in awe at all the beautiful flowers and tropical plants,

“Whoa.” I gasped and he chuckled,

“Impressive huh? Wait til you see the one I have to show you…”

“So where is it?” I said, curious, as we headed upstairs and he chuckled,

“Impatient aren’t you?” Then pointed at a bush. But there were no flowers on it… just white buds.

“Oh.” I mumbled, and he chuckled,

“Just wait… in five… four… three… two…”

And then I gasped in awe as they started to open up one by one.

“Oooh” I cried and he laughed,

“Thought you’d like that one… only opens at midnight… very rare… few people see it. But I like to come here when I can’t sleep.”

Then I felt his hand graze mine and I looked up at him in shock,

He seemed to realize and kinda grimaced,

“Sorry.” He mumbled sheepishly,

“It’s okay.”

Then he shook his head,

“We should probably go… it’s past midnight now.”

And I nodded, disappointed, as he headed down the stairs, I rolled my eyes…

He wasn’t interested… why did I even think that was in the realm of possibilities… he was trying to be nice… I was his friend Clary’s friend.

But as I went down the stairs after him towards the door I tripped and yelped, thinking I was gonna fall on my face,

But his strong arms caught me before I fell, and I gasped in shock as his eyes met mine, concern on his face, but as my heartbeat and our breathing slowed, something happened…

His eyes softened,

I was confused,

And then he slammed his lips against mine, and I gasped against his mouth, and he pulled my body up against his, and now everything started to make sense…

He liked me almost as much as I liked him.

My fingers knotted themselves in his golden curly locks as he deepened the kiss, and I sighed.

But then we were startled by the greenhouse sprinklers and I giggled against his mouth, and he broke away,

“Yeah… we should definitely go.” He laughed, tugging my wrist and pulling me out of the greenhouse…

His lips went to my collarbone as he pressed my back to his door, and I moaned,

“Oh Selena… I’ve wanted to touch you for days…” he muttered, hoisting me up so my legs wrapped around his torso, “those thighs of yours are so beautiful…everything about you is beautiful… just wanna touch you all the time and kiss you and show you just how beautiful you are…”

“Never stop!” I panted, and he smiled against my neck, coming back up to kiss my mouth as he fumbled with the door, he got it open and we went inside…

And we didn’t break away the rest of the night.

#Spotify #fanfiction #mortal instruments #movie!jace #oc #plussize!oc #jace herondale #Jace Herondale x OC #implied smut #simon's twin sister!Oc

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