#you: rubbing your moobs (fuck me... sigh)
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Disgust and Ecstasy
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“God, Dillon, your butt is so damn perfect!” crooned Brian between mouthfuls of his sweet, young starfish. Dillon whipped his legs around in ecstasy on the bed where, occasionally, Brian and his husband (presently at work) would sleep in together. The room was tight, but cozy inside the charming 1920’s-era character home. The last shimmers of dusk shone blue through the window and the amber glow of a lamp on the other side of the room bounced off a far wall, flooding the two writhing men in its honeyed light. “Thanks big daddy!” the handsome young cub replied, his tongue flopped out of his mouth in bliss as his heavy set daddy friend slurped between his fit little asscheeks.
Dillon was attending university in the Pacific Northwest in the Willamette valley, just over the cascades was the town of Alder Glade, where Brian worked on the school district board and was also a producer at the local theatre.
The two were drawn to one another initially through mutual attraction. Dillon was a chubby chaser. Always had been, always would be, and from the moment he set his eyes on the Nordic beefcake he was sold. Eyes sparkling blue like a glacial lake, a full greying beard unsuccessfully covering a thick neck, double chin and perky chubby cheeks. Down lower Brian had a healthy portion of fur covering his meaty chest and round pot belly.
A belly that was almost always sucked in, much to Dillon’s lament.
Brian may have been a chubby daddy, but he was what some people may call a ‘sad chub’, an ‘accidental bear’ (as opposed to an on purpose bear), a ‘reluctant fat boy’. He may have enjoyed the attention from younger men his status gave him, but if things were up to him he would have been a lean muscle bear with not an ounce of fat on him.
Dillon, though enjoying the romps with the larger daddy, (as presently he was twisted around with his back against the sheets, the big daddy bear lunging towards his erect, throbbing member, sinking down all the way to his brown bush), he couldn’t help but feel like there was something missing.
In the last year since university he had put on thirty pounds, going from roughly one hundred and thirty pounds to one hundred and sixty, if he had it his way he'd add at least another hundred pounds on top of where he was, too. He felt sexier than ever, yet as he guided his daddies hand to his softening stomach, he felt Brian scoff through his fellatio, reluctantly giving his cubby a rather passionless belly rub. He couldnt help but feel a little bit deflated in response, but he tried hard to stay hard. Turns out it was hard work.
Dillon rolled his eyes and tried his best to enjoy the blowjob. Imagining his friend stating ‘oh my, look at this belly you’re growing, fattening up nicely aren’t we, boy?’ or ‘looks like my little butterball is going to be a bear soon’ while giving his growing tummy a healthy slap. He could tell, however, this would never be the case. Brian liked him because he had just enough meat on his bones he wasn’t skinny anymore, but too much more meat would be more than the older bear could stomach. He loved his fur, his skin, his hazel eyes and mischievous smirk. He did not like his gaining fetish.
“C’mon big daddy. Rub my big belly!” said Dillon in a husky voice.
“You’re still just an otter, boy.” The daddy growled as his face was buried in his crotch between his budding fupa and thickening thigh. Dillon hated it when his daddy friend downplayed his weight gain. Total boner killer.
Dillon sighed.
“Alright Brian, time for me to fuck that fat ass.” Dillon chirped excitedly, trying to keep things interesting, especially after that intentionally disruptive comment of Brians.
Which brings us to the second issue between the two, Brian was a reluctant bottom, only taking the position so he could get his hands on Dillon’s 'still perfect' body. He wasn’t, however, particularly enthusiastic about the whole setup and sighed deeply before taking the position.
“Alright boy,” he said, sticking his chubby ass up into the air, at two hundred eighty pounds and a height of six foot three, it gave Dillon quite the mountain to climb for his prize. But as usual, that wasn’t the position Dillon wanted to take Brian. He stared and smirked in response,
"C'mon boy, I don't have all night, Ken will be home at 11."
“Naw big bear, not like that. On your back. I wanna see your big sexy belly!” Brian failed to fully hide a grimace as he flipped onto his back, his tummy wobbling slightly as he did so, only slightly, however because Brian’s abdomen was still tensed in vain, always to Dillon’s chagrin.
“Oooh fuck that’s so hot Brian!”
“Well at least someone likes it!”
“Oh god yeah I do,” Dillon said, guiding his lubed up dick towards Brian’s hole between his fluffy buns, “fuck yes I dooo!” he moaned as his cock sunk into Brian’s hole.
“fuck…” Dillon moaned as he began to rock on his knees against Brian’s chubby rear. Brian’s cheeks were red and sweat began seeping out onto his bald forehead as he was beginning to get pounded, Dillon often started slow but often reached a fever pitch. Brian's cheeks and chin began to wobble with every thrust, but those weren't the only features jiggling.
As Dillon found his rhythm he looked down at Brian’s gut, when he was being pounded in missionary there was no attempt to suck in, showing, at last, the tubby extent of Brian’s grey furred belly. The faster and harder Dillon pumped his dick into Brian the more Brian’s chunky belly began to ripple, his shallow but wide belly button beckoned him and Dillon began to finger and massage it,
“Such a sexy belly, daddy.”
“Thanks…” Brian croaked dubiously.
Dillon leaned forward and clamped his mouth around Brian’s fat moob, sucking hard on his nipple.
“Ohhhh, boy, that feels so good!” moaned Brian despite himself.
“Fuck I love nursing your fat tiddies daddy!”
As Dillon got closer and closer to his climax he released Brian’s legs and grabbed his soft, wobbling gut with both his hands, shaking it with all his might, rippling his fat as he began to pound Brian’s rear as hard as he could,
“So. Fucking. Fat!” Dillon cried out as he flooded Brian’s guts with cum.
Dillon rolled off Brian panting and Brian finished himself off quickly with his right hand and a few flicks of his wrist, snuggling up to Dillon after getting off.
Dillon had news but he wasn’t even sure he wanted to say it out loud.
“In a few weeks I’m going to Vancouver to see a feeder.” He said simply
“Dillon,” Brian responded in a concerned tone, “I’m getting worried about this fetish of yours.”
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Dillon sighed and rolled his eyes reading Brian’s text after sending him a dick pic.
Brian: you better watch that belly, son, I don’t want it to get too big and cover your cock and your bush.
Dillon wanted more than anything for it to cover his cock and his bush. Comments like this weren’t rare either, they were getting more common, especially after his lecture about abdominal weight being bad for the heart the last time they were both together before his trip up to Vancouver.
‘Yadda yadda. Like I haven’t had that catastrophizing, clean eating, healthy heart shit crammed down my throat all my life,’ Dillon would always think when confronted with such obtuse sermonizing.
Sermonizing that was becoming more and more common in recent times and not without a cause either.
It had been three months since the feeding in Vancouver B.C., which occurred late November. The trip was a hedonistic foray with a handsome blonde bear named Hayden, who sat at a rotund two hundred eighty five pounds and had a thick slab of an overhang tantalizing Dillon between every mouthful of sea-salted chocolate caramel ice cream (lactose free). His deep, mostly smooth but only very lightly blonde-furred belly and golden skin, only interrupted by the odd mole (which Dillon thought was sexy anyhow) and dopey, thick bearded face drove Dillon to the heights of ecstasy.
Since that meeting something clicked in Dillon’s brain. Mainly his appetite. The consequence? A lot had changed. Particularly Dillon’s waistline. Brian was right to cringe. Dillon had blossomed from one hundred and sixty pounds to one hundred eighty five. The twenty five pound gain hardly went unnoticed. Classmates made fun of his double chin. He bought an entire new wardrobe. His parents were concerned. His sister across in Baltimore laughed at his chubby face over Zoom. All in all he was feeling rather pleased with himself.
He looked in the mirror and stretched his arms above his head until the shirt he was wearing rode up all the way past his bellybutton.
“Finally outgrown mediums!” He exclaimed to himself cheerfully. Cupping the belly with both hands, he lifted it from underneath, pooching it up, making the bellybutton appear deeper. He stuck his finger in. With the belly smooshed up the way it was his finger was already as far in as it would go as it did when he put it in Brian’s. He imagined himself fatter.
Brian: it’s going to be fun playing with that dick this weekend, boy.
Dillon paused. Fiendishly, he propped his phone against a cup and a shampoo bottle in front of his dorm mirror and angled his phone until it framed his belly perfectly. He took a video of himself jiggling his new soft belly, fur abound, some of it getting sucked into the black hole of his belly button. After a few jiggles get gave his little growing gut a few meaty slaps and ended the recording. He then sent it to Brian.
Brian: that’s an unfortunate look.
Dillon: how come?
Three dots scintillating in that monochromatic frosted blue inside the mellow primary blue bubble. Then they stopped. Dillon face twisted with mischief.
Dillon: is it because my belly is getting big?
Three dots. This time a response followed.
Brian: Dillon. You’re getting too fat.
Dillon’s dick sprang to attention.
Brian: You need to start hitting the gym before you get any bigger.
Dillon’s dick throbbed so hard he felt like he would faint. Through his wicked, lust-fuelled haze a seed of a scheme germinated and burst through the damp soil of his mind, a season full of conniving growth passed in an instant.
‘I wonder how much fatter I can get before I see him again?’
Dillon: how fat is too fat?
Brian: when you have the same BMI as I do.
Dillon quickly added things up, Brian’s BMI had recently gone up due to him gaining back a bunch of weight, now sitting at three hundred twenty pounds. To which he couldn’t even coax a belly pic from Brian (well, he managed to get one, but Brian was standing with ‘good posture’ and sucking in his gut so hard it made his face look constipated).
‘6’3, 320 lbs.’
‘5’11, 185…’
He played with the numbers on the BMI converter on his phone until they showed him what he needed to know.
He needed to gain one hundred pounds.
‘So be it then’
Quickly, he thought up a lie, a delicious one, and concocted a plan in his head immediately.
Dillon: oh man! I’m sorry daddy! My sister is coming over from Baltimore, haven’t seen her in a while. We’ll have to reschedule!
Brian: aww, that’s too bad cub. Have fun with your family though!
Dillon: sure thing!
Three more months of classes. He’d been sitting on his lazy ass eating cafeteria food, fast food and tonnes of soda, milk everything. It’s what caused his weight to go up so drastically in just three months. He calculated at least another twenty pounds.
‘185 + 20….’
Unable to contain himself, be brushed his growing pink nipples amongst a sea of fur after ripping his shirt off over his head in a swift motion.
‘…= 205lbs’
He had to take his hand off his dick so he didn’t cum.
He never thought he’d be over two hundred, and just in time for swimsuit season he calculated - a conservative estimate -that he would be at least five pounds over.
His next thoughts made his body operate as if on autopilot.
Dillon: hey Hayden, does your work still need an extra guy… uh, bearista? And are you still looking for a room mate? Maybe I could come up and fill both those positions. That is if they’re willing to pay an illegal American under the table.
The very thought of his plan working filled Dillon with such lust he looked in the mirror and thought about what he would look like at two-o-five.
Then he thought what it would look like at two eighty five.
He plunged his thumb into his belly button and wrapped his fingers down under his belly, he stood hunched so he gave himself an overhang to grab onto. Dropping his phone into the empty sink, he twisted his nipple with his other hand.
“Yeah, fuckin piggy. We,” he jiggled his belly to let it know he was addressing it, “we got a lot of growing to do in Canada, don’t we piggy? Yeah, I’m gonna get so fuckin fat, I’m gonna get so big it’ll give Brian a fuckin stroke!” He said, his voice getting whiny and lustful “Brian? Uh, fuck. Brian, why are you looking at me like that?”
And he mimicked Brian’s voice,
“Good-god boy! What the fuck have you done to yourself!?” a vividly imagined expression popped into Dillon’s head of a dismayed Brian looking down at an obese Dillon splayed out on his bed, fat rolls cascading down his furry body.
At that, wheezing and panting, clearly on his way to becoming out of shape, he threw his head back, stumbling backwards against the wall, and sprayed his load all over his chunky reflection in front of him.
“Oh fuck yea!”
After he cleaned up he remembered the text that sent him on his horned out fantasy. Grabbing his phone, he noticed two texts that made him want to do it all over again.
Brian: don’t eat too much with your family! You’re getting too chubby! Maybe hit the gym instead.
He’d lay into that last comment for sure. As a lie. Then he read the next one.
Hayden: yeah bud! We’d love to have you up here! I’m over 330 now and only getting bigger, maybe I’ll rub off on you a bit!
“Rub off on me? That’s the idea baby!”
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This is so random, you’ll hate me. A McReigns random moment.
So....you guys saw that photo of Roman’s chest? Yea, it was really distracting.
This is just a random moment when Drew is obsessed with Roman’s chest. Chest biting, kissing. Nipple biting too because why not.
Roman was lying down on the couch, a phone in his hands, his glasses rode low at the bridge of his nose as he scrolled through his social media account; reading news and random posts, replying texts from his friends and family. He did not have work today so he was just going to laze around with his boyfriend.
As the Samoan was too busy reading a news on his phone, he was surprised and almost dropped the small device when Drew suddenly laid on top of him, face instantly buried in his chest.
“Babe, you’re heavy,” Roman tried to ignore his Scottish boyfriend and continued to read. Drew did not budge and instead he began to rub his face against Roman’s clothed chest. As hard as the Samoan tried to focus on reading, he could not. Not when he felt Drew slowly began to drop small kisses, hands reaching up to slightly squeeze his pecs and Roman only reacted when Drew pinched his nipples.
“DREW! I’m trying to read!” Roman tried to push Drew’s hand away from his chest but Drew was quick to grab his wrist.
“Then read. Don’t mind me enjoying my time,” Drew’s voice was deep and smooth, his big hands were still wrapped around Roman’s wrists, making sure Roman would not push him away. He liked his spot on Roman’s chest.
“You’re distracting me,” huffed the Samoan before he took his glasses off and placed them on the coffee table in front of the couch. “This couch is long enough for you to sit, why are you lying down on me? I’m still sore after my match,” The older man continued to rant and complain but Drew just continued to ignore him and went back to rubbing his face against his boyfriend’s plush chest, like a damn cat. Roman sighed when he realized the Scot was no longer listening to him.
“Babe, I’m serious. My whole body is still so sore, and you squashing me like this is not helping,” Roman had to bite his lower lip when Drew bit his clothed teat as a warning for Roman to not try to push him away.
“You’ve been working on these lately, baby?” Drew asked as his hands move up to squeeze Roman’s moobs.
The Samoan arched his brows at Drew’s question. “Yes? I have to make sure they won’t get saggy since I lost some pounds. Won’t be a nice view to the audience if my tits are swaying while I wrestle,”
“Thought so. Love how firm they look in this t-shirt too,” Drew whistled causing his boyfriend to roll his eyes.
“So you’re just going to play with my tits all day?” Roman asked defeatedly. He did not even bother to try and stop Drew anymore. Instead he ran his fingers through Drew’s hair, letting the younger man enjoy his playtime.
“I just want to see if your chest is as plush as your fans claimed,” Drew replied nonchalantly.
“My chest is what?”
“Plush. Squishy. Soft. I don’t know, your fans been talking about it online since last night. I got curious,” Drew back to burying his head in between Roman’s pecs again so the last sentence came out muffled.
“You need to be removed from all social media platforms if this continues- ah! Don’t bite too hard!” Roman hissed. Drew did not even look apologetic when he lifted his head to look at his boyfriend. A sly smirk decorated the Scot’s face. Drew and his biting kink. Roman shook his head. “I don’t understand why it got you all curious when I have been sleeping naked with you in the same bed for years now. And don’t leave a mark on my chest. I don’t wear shirt when I train,”
“Well, I just got curious. No reason. And also a good excuse for me to use your chest as my pillow,”
“But I can’t breathe-,”
“Fuck you, Reigns. I’m not that heavy,” Drew went back to assaulting his boyfriend’s chest, leaving trails of tiny bites on the skin and later gently covering them with kisses. Roman just let his man do whatever he wanted, and flinching whenever Drew went a bit too hard on him, but Drew would always kiss them better.
“Wait, why don’t you wear t-shirt when you train anymore?” Drew stopped and lifted his upper body off his boyfriend.
“I want to show off beautiful moobs to the other boys. It gets them motivated,” Roman teased and laughed when Drew growled at his reply. The Samoan moved to grab Drew’s face in his hands, slowly pulling the younger man’s face closer to his. “Don’t get jealous, baby boy. You know they have seen me wrestle topless before,”
“But they’ll be groping you-”
“Babe, we’re not X-Men. How the fuck are they supposed to pin me if they can’t touch me?” Roman shook his head. His Scottish man, who had been wrestling with nothing but a pair of tight leather trunks, was jealous of other men groping him in the ring, who only began to wrestle topless for less than a year. “As if you didn’t strip in front of millions of people for your entrance,”
Drew huffed but then leaned in to steal a kiss from his boyfriend. “Fine, but don’t let them get too far with those hands,”
“Hmm.. I’ll remind them again. Come on, more kisses for my sore nipples before lunch,”
“Yes, Chief,” Drew smirked and continued with his work, tickling his older boyfriend once a while that caused Roman to writhe and giggle endlessly on their huge couch. Their weekend was off with a great start.
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I honestly hate it. Can’t change my mind. It sounded nice in my head.
#mcreigns#roman reigns#drew mcintyre#idk what this is#what am I doing with my life even#why can't I reply messages on my phone?#Drew has a kink#not Drew I have a kink#that involves Roman's firm moobs
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Ground Zero reads Thirst Tweets
A/N: Hey guys, this is a collab with @pinky-the-elephant-room !! This is the first part, and the second part can be found here! Her part is NSFW so since i’m a SFW blog we thought it would be best to split the parts! So here’s my contribution!
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader
You walked inside the studio, thanking the heavens that it was cooler than it was outside. Greeting the producers of the setup, you gladly made your way by the set to see two stools placed side-by-side in front of a blue backdrop.
“Hello, Seize-san! Thank you so much for coming in today, I am Hana and I’m here to help you through this!” You grinned at the young woman who walked up to you. She was short stature and plump figure and gave off the impression of a warm and welcoming personality. Instantly putting you at ease.
“Thank you so much for having me! It’s an honor to be showcased here, along with another hero! You guys are truly kind to grant the opportunity to work alongside you, and please, call me (l/n).”
She nodded enthusiastically, grinning at the praise from such a top hero as yourself.
“Thank you again, (l/n)-san, come let’s get you ready for the camera! Are you in need of anything to drink, anything to snack on?”
“No ma’am, I am fine! I’m just ready for the shoot!”
“As is your partner!”
You both shared a laugh, both knowing the person you were recording with today was the opposite of ready for this.
“Oh, I’m sure that is the case, ma’am, where is he by the way?”
“He’s right behind you, stupid.”
You turned to see the annoyed blonde behind you, being escorted to the seating area close to where you were being led.
“Ah Ground Zero, good to see you haven’t blown anything up yet.”
“Shove off, hurry up so we can get this over with.”
You laughed, waving him off as the members looked on with concern.
“Don’t be rude, Bakugou! I’ll be there with you soon enough; all you have to do is be good and wait for me.” You winked, eyeing him up and down before turning back around, allowing Hana to guide you off towards your station to get ready.
The makeup artists just refreshed your makeup and made you ready for the video. You came out of the dressing room, dressed in your usual hero costume but looking less like you’ve been running through the streets of Tokyo. Bakugou was in usual costume but without his hand gauntlet.
“Okay you two, we’d like to thank you for taking the time to come on set and do this showing. These tweets are real, and we just want your genuine reaction from them! We’ll try to limit the cuts to be able to ensure that real response, and don’t be afraid to let loose! These are Thirst Tweets for a reason!”
You laughed along with everyone else, except Bakugou who looked a little annoyed by the entire thing. You gave him a slight shove with your shoulders, biting your lip subtly as his gaze locked onto yours.
“Cheer up already, this is supposed to be fun. What, do you not want to be here with me?”
“That’s not--Shut up, shitty woman. Just get ready.” he huffed, glancing away from your stare as he mumbled back.
“Okay, starting in 3, 2…,” The cameraman pointed instead of saying one, signaling the tape was now rolling. You beamed at the camera, working your charm as you gave a little wave.
“Hi, guys! I’m, (l/n) (y/n), or better yet, Seize!”
“And I’m Bakugou Katsuki, Ground Zero.”
“And today we’re reading…,” you trailed off, looking expectantly at your partner.
“Thirst Tweets.”
“You could be a little more enthusiastic you know.”
“Oi, shut it!”
You giggle, looking deviously at the camera before swiping his mug-shaped container.
“Oi, what are you-”
“Let’s see what people are saying about our dear Ground Zero, hm? That’s alright with everyone else, right?”
The crew joyfully agreed at the twist, and with their approval, you shoved your container in Katsuki’s chest.
“All right, let’s see,” You snorted, slapping Bakugou’s shoulder as you read the first tweet, “‘I would love to be able to rip that Hero suit right off of Ground Zero and rub my face along those God-like abs. Can a man be any hotter!? Have you seen his moobs!? *dROOLING*”
“Ha!?” Bakugou looked at the tweet with narrowed eyes before looking back at the camera, “Do you know how expensive this hero suit is!? You ain't ripping shit! Plus, what the hell are moobs?”
“Oh Bakugou, half of the world's population would love to rip that suit off, myself included. Plus, those are your man boobs, and they are absolutely correct, you have the best titties I have ever seen!” You winked at the camera while throwing the paper over your shoulder, “NEXT!”
You gave your bucket a good shake, making eye contact with the confused blonde who was still stuck on your last comment.
“‘Y’all don’t understand what I would do just to have @GroundZero to choke me with a gloved hand. Or do anything to me really. He could hit me with his car, repeated use his quirk on me, give me paper cuts all over my body and throw me into a pool of lemon juice, and I’d beg for some more like yes zaddy **** my ***** up!,’ OH MY GOD.” You used one hand to hold your mouth in amusement, putting the bucket between your thighs so you could show the tweet with your now free hand.
“You have some pretty kinky fans, Bakugou,” you teased, waving the paper in his face as he grabbed your wrist to hold it steady, staring in disbelief.
“You all are disgusting, why in the fuck would anyone do that to you? Let alone me, who the hell do you think I am!?”
“I mean, you can’t judge, can you?”
He snaps his head to look at you, a heated glare on his face.
“The hell, of course, I can judge! These people want me to torture them, sick bastards.”
You laughed as Bakugou sucked in a sharp breath between clenched cheeks, you were thoroughly enjoying his discomfort.
“NEXT!” You shouted, crumbling the paper and tossing it at Bakugou.
“How many of these are there?” He sighed, looking in your bucket in his hands and shaking it around.
“With the way you look there are bound to be a ton.”
“What-”
“‘If I were only able to take just Ground Zero’s jaw out on a date, I’d never be happier’ Oh that one isn’t so bad-”
“My jaw? What the hell-” He looked over your shoulder, reading the tweet.
You looked up and stared at the blessed jawline.
“That’s what it says, but I gotta disagree,” You grabbed his arm and squeezed it while smirking deviously into the camera, “These arms are better, I’d take these bad boys out for coffee over his jaw any day.”
Instead of shaking you off, you swore you felt Bakugou flex slightly under your hold and couldn’t help the shit-eating grin that overtook your face as you stared up at him through your eyelashes.
“Are you flexing, Ground Zero?”
“HAH!? NO WAY, READ THE NEXT DAMN TWEET AND GET OFF OF ME ALREADY.” He snatched his arm from your hold as you waved him off, grabbing the last tweet from the container.
“Aw guess there weren’t as many as I thought, we’re already reaching the end-”
“Good because I’m tired of these wackjobs.”
You scanned over the paper, unable to contain yourself as you busted out laughing. You knew Bakugou was glaring at you, but you couldn’t help it, you almost fell off your chair, having to once again grab his arm for support.
“This, I just- Oh my God, Bakugou you’re-HA!”
“Can you knock it off and read it before I blow your ass up!” He hissed at you, and you knew you shouldn’t have made the situation any worse than it was- but sometimes you can’t help yourself.
“Damn, I mean if you really wanna tap this ass Bakugou, how can I say no~?”
He growled lowly, glaring harshly at your face as you only winked in response.
“Watch it, (l/n)-”
“‘Ive always been straight BUT i wish ground zero would rip me apart like he did to tht one moth villain, n after tht I have literally never questioned my sexuality so hard, I would let tht man bury his **** so far inside my *** tht i become the Queen of the f**king gays, all hail to me, GZ’s b**tch.Thts it. Thts the tweet.’ HAA.”
You felt Bakugou tense beside you, and when you looked over you saw him shaking in anger.
“Oh what, it’s charming!” You slowed your laughter down to measly chuckles, catching your breath as you were wiping tears from your eyes.
“How is that god damn charming!?” He seethed.
“You know, I can see it.”
“See what?”
“You being gay-”
“HA!? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING.”
You look back to the camera and give an innocent shrug.
“He could've fooled me, I swear I saw him checking out Deku a few missions back-” A small explosion cut you off, and you rolled your eyes.
“So dramatic, it’s no big deal. I check out Deku all the time too.”
“You fucking what?”
“Oh yea, I mean I check out Shoto too but Deku’s got a cute ass. What can I say-”
“You’re fucking pathetic.” He huffed, snapping his gaze away from where you sat.
“Sorry, was I overstepping? I’ll leave your man alone!” You teased, poking his thigh as you did.
“Goddammit (l/n), I’m not fucking gay for Deku!” He swatted your hand away, scooting as far away as he could from you.
Which wasn’t very far, seeing as he made no effort to move the stools away from each other.
“So you’re gay for-”
“NOBODY!”
“Okay okay!! Just read my tweets already, I know they’re getting antsy watching us just talk about your closeted sexuality!”
“...tch.”
You could practically see a vein popping out of his neck, and even though you were sure he was picturing murdering you in his mind, you couldn’t help but think of how sexy it was.
You watched as he unenthusiastically pulled out a piece of paper, bored eyes scanning till they narrowed.
“You’re fucking fans are worse than mine.”
“What! Read it, I wanna hear!”
“Do I have to-”
You cut him off with a sharp look of your own, wearing him down until he sighed and did as he was supposed to.
“‘I would pay any amount of money, or literally give up any organ-appendix, spleen, gallbladder, lungs, my damn heart, just so Seize can spit on my face and call me a worthless, good-for-nothing loser, then kick my body and walk away. It would be my honor and my greatest life accomplishment.’” He threw the paper in front of him as if it were burning his skin, once again staring at the camera in disgust.
“Wow,” You giggled, “I don’t even know how to respond. I don’t really think that’s worse than yours Bakugou, but thanks I guess?”
“Thanks!? That’s all you’re going to say? How about I kick your ass and call you a worthless shithead myself, would that turn on all you perverts watching this, ha!?”
You smacked his arm playfully as you tried to get him to calm down, but his heavy breathing was an indication he wasn’t having it.
“I’m sure it would-,” His head whipped to face you and you clicked your tongue at his behavior.
“Oh, c’mon don’t be a prude, these are juicy and I for one wanna keep hearing them! So, hurry up and read another one before you blow a gasket.”
“Whatever, this is fucking stupid.”
“Alright stupid, just keep going.”
He side-eyed you, grinding his teeth together in what you assumed was to hold back even more vulgar insults.
“‘Don’t kink shame me..’” Bakugou paused, a long sigh coming from him as he reluctantly continued, “...’Don’t kink shame me but it’s my goal in life to die by @Seizes thighs. Her thighs are so strong but soft looking and I swear they can crush me in an instant-’”
“Ohh that’s true. These can crush anyone.” You slapped your thighs for emphasis, a cheeky grin playing on your lips.
“Are you seriously proud of that?” He deadpanned at your joyful expression.
“Uh, yeah? What, a woman can’t be proud of her thunder thighs of steel! You're just jealous you’re not being crushed by these babies.”
“Why the fuck would I be jealous!?”
“Cause I have amazing thighs that any man would love to be in between-”
“Next fucking tweet,” Bakugou cut you off, “‘I will eat Seize ass with a spoon, be havin’ that as breakfast, lunch, and dinner n never get tired.’ Okay but seriously what the hell is wrong with you people? With a damn spoon?”
“It’s flattering almost, don’t you think? I would be their favorite meal that they never get tired of,” You look to the camera and wiggle your eyebrows, “I mean I don’t know if I’m down for that, but if you wanna snack sometime, link up with my manager-”
“Absolutely not, don’t give these perverts any more fucking ideas.”
“Okay, dad.”
“Quit being a damn brat and just accept that these are weird and not cute, for fucks sake!”
You look to the crew behind the camera, bowing your head a bit as you spoke.
“Sorry, you’re going to have a lot of bleeps because of this big lug.”
“DON’T IGNORE ME-”
“Read the next tweet,” you extend your words in a whiny voice, “I wanna hear what else people think about me!”
You watched as Bakugou clenched his hand before relaxing, reaching inside to pull out another folded paper.
“‘@Seize is the best ever. Strong and compassionate, honestly my favorite hero by far. She’s giving the other pros a run for their money, good job and keep it up!’. Tch at least we’re done with the weird ass shit. ”
“AWHHH, you guys are so sweet! I don’t know how I match up to other heroes-”
“Tch, she matches up just fine-”
“Well, if we’re talking about boobs, especially if you compare mine to yours, I don’t stand a chance!” You reached a hand over while your body was still facing the front and squeezed one of his pectorals.
“YOU HAD TO TURN THIS INTO SOMETHING FUCKING STUPID, DIDN’T YOU!?” He jerked away from you; eye twitching as he took ragged breaths.
“What, just stating the truth. Now, c’mon if we had the same number of tweets then this should be my last, why do I have to drag these out of you?”
“Shut the hell up,” He picked out the last piece of paper as he tossed the bucket on the ground, ignoring the way you complained about it. “‘Got damn,’ Holy hell I’m going to lose brain cells, ‘Got damn, Id suck a fart’...’suck a fart out of Seize’s ass and woul beg for more as she suffocates me, no cap. Lick her from those ankles to those thighs n back, I bet she tastes like one of those sour n sweet skittles wid the way she sweaty from beating others asses but good from the way she hot, and dat shit be the best shit u can taste. wont even say sorry, jus flip her over and eat that ass’...’#NomNomNom’”
“Wow, some of you guys are pretty creative. I mean, I can’t tell you what I taste like but if you wanna try it out, lemme know.” You giggled, winking at the camera as you made the ‘call me’ sign with your hands.
You were waiting for another blow up from the angry blonde beside you but were surprised to see him silent. He was clenching his jaw harder this time around, eyes narrowed in fuming slits and he shook slightly by how hard his body tensed. You were about to ask if he was okay when you got the signal to end it, so you ignored it for the moment as you gave a bright smile to the camera.
“Well, that seems to be the end of this little segment, boo!,” You gave a pout, before smiling again, jumping back up and tossing an arm around your cast-mate, “Thanks for having us on today, and to end on a serious note make sure you’re staying safe out there. We all care about every single one of you, that’s why we do stuff like this, to stay connected! Have fun, be safe, and remember, be heroes! This has been Seize, along with,”
“Ground Zero.”
“Bye!”
“Cut!”
As soon as it was over, you were thrown off Bakugo’s shoulders as he stood up abruptly. You looked over in worry as he rigidly walked off and you wondered what had went wrong.
During most heavy-duty operations, which are the only type of operations you both worked together, Bakugou was always silent and calculating. He angered easily, and the time to fear him most is becomes quiet. Making a villain piss his pants with his yelling was a skill indeed, but when a villain saw that angered and dark gaze, that’s when they should be terrified.
You tried to follow him, but you were immediately swarmed by your manager who had apologized for arriving late.
“Yes, it is alright! I understand I was able to start perfectly fine, it’s no trouble at all.”
You didn’t listen to his answer, scanning the crowd to realize you had lost the pro.
“Dammit.”
“Ne, (l/n)-sama is there something wrong?”
“No,” You shook your head with a sigh, “Nothing at all.”
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Jeongguk stuffing himself so often that he physically feels like he needs it at all times. If he's not pinned to the couch by his own stuffed gut, pants unbuttoned, way too small shirt resting under his moobs like a crop top because he couldn't possibly get it to stretch over his stomach, if he's not breathing heavy purely from the amount of food he's managed to consumed, then what tf is he doing!! he obviously hasn't been fed enough today!! luckily his boyfriend Jimin fully understands that so he's always making sure Jeongguk has enough food in front of him (there's never "enough," Jeongguk always needs more but it'll tide him over until the next dish comes).
With Jimin doting on him so often, Jeongguk gains so quickly, only getting up to use the bathroom, so when he finally has to do something else, has to go out and meet some friends and he stands...well...first thing he notices is the bathroom is a lot closer than he originally thought. After eating so much all the time it felt like a mile walk but now that he has to walk to their room it doesn't feel so bad anymore. These past couple weeks Jeongguk has opted for sleeping on the couch, lying flat on his back is basically suffocating by this point and they don't have enough pillows to prop him up. But also it just got too hard to keep waddling from the couch to his room or from his room to the bathroom, might as well take one or those trips away. The couch is comfy anyways! It's molded to his body.
Anyways, now that he has to haul himself up (Jimin insisted on helping him up but Jeongguk refused, he can do it on his own!), it takes a couple tries and as he's waddling to his room he realizes just how much weight he's gained, just how much effort it takes to move his stiff legs, how much of this new weight went to his belly so now he has to arch back even further just to keep himself balanced. His gut hangs so low—fuck, it really didn't hang this low a month ago—it sways and jiggles so much as he "walks" the couple feet that Jimin or anyone else could do in a couple seconds.
Then when he finally gets to the door, he...his hips...they brush the door frame! If he were to gain just 30 more pounds maybe he'd even get stuck—
Can't think about that now, he has to get dressed!
Jeongguk hasn't changed out of this t-shirt since it fit. He's literally been wearing the same disgusting shirt for over a couple months, ever since it was a little snug and now he couldn't fit it over his gut even if he tried, and recently he hasn't been wearing pants or underwear either, it's just a hassle by this point.
But that also means that he hasn't been clothes shopping in that exact amount of time either, that all of his clothes are about to fit like this. But before he looks through his closet, he needs to take a break and sit down. The bed creaks a lot more than he remembers, but he's so out of breath and tired that he doesn't care right now. he places his hands on the dome of his belly as he let's his overhang droop between his thighs—fuck, just sitting like this his gut is a lot closer to the ground than he remembers.
Sitting on the couch, he was always able to sit back far enough that his gut could rest in between his legs on the furniture, his belly being so big that he could use it as a table so he never had to scoot forward unless he was getting up for the bathroom.
He feels giddy knowing all this new information about himself, caressing the rolls and stretch marks that have newly accumulated and/or been accentuated.
But...he is rather tired, and thinking about standing to look for clothes is wearing him out just thinking about it.
"Jimin!" He calls.
Of course his boyfriend comes running, eyes raking over the younger, "what is it, Gguk?"
Jeongguk absentmindedly rubs at his gut, all this exercise is making him hungry, "Will you help me pick out an outfit? I don't wanna stand for that long."
Jimin giggles, walking to Jeongguk and placing a hand on his belly to lean down and kiss his cheek, "of course, babe, but I don't know if any of this'll fit you."
And that...just makes Jeongguk even more excited, "Then bring out the biggest shirt and biggest pair of pants.'
Jimin snorts, already pulling out some shirts and then going to his drawer to get some pants. "I dunno, Ggukkie, these all seem pretty small."
Jeongguk rolls his eyes, "I haven't gained that much." But he has, he knows he has, he's just excited to try it.
Jimin grins as he walks the stuff over to Jeongguk, helping him take off his old shirt (it's a struggle, he doesn't even take it off to bathe anymore).
Jimin hums, "With the amount you've stretched this one out I don't know if it's any smaller than your other shirts. In fact, it might be bigger."
"Nonsense," Jeongguk scoffs, snagging one of the shirts. When he holds it up it does seem quite small, but they doesn't stop him from trying to fit it over his head (oh god, his arms are so fat and tired), only to find out that...yes..the biggest shirt Jimin had picked out is in fact smaller than his disgusting white t-shirt. "Fuck," Jeongguk mutters.
Excitement courses through Jeongguk's body, if these shirts fit like this he can only imagine the pants—
"Babe, I don't think you'll even be able to get these over your calves."
And god does Jeongguk believe him but he has to see for himself.
Or...if he even can see. He can feel it, but his belly obstructs so much of his view, he hasn't seen his legs in so long.
"Put them on for me?" Jeongguk asks with a pout.
Jimin laughs and agrees, kneeling down and lifting Jeongguk's leg with a grunt and fitting it into the first leg hole and then the other. "Can you keep your legs raised for a little but so I can pull them up?"
"Uh...maybe?" And Jeongguk tries but god is it difficult. But apparently it's enough for Jimin to quickly get the pants past his feet and—oh. they already feel tight.
"Gguk, it's no use," Jimin sighs. Jeongguk can see the sweat breaking out on his forehead and Jeongguk feels amazing knowing he was the cause of that.
"Pull them up as high as you can."
So with an amused grin, Jimin does as he's asked and low and behold they barely reach his knees.
"You've grown too fat for all your clothes, Jeongguk," Jimin says, patting his boyfriend's stomach and watching it jiggle. "How's it feel?"
Jeongguk laughs, shaking his fat along with Jimin, "I'd like to thank my boyfriend and my gluttonous self."
And Jimin laughs along with him as he stands up and presses a kiss to Jeongguk's lips. It doesn't last for long as Jimin pulls away and holds out his white shirt. "Wanna put this back on? I think you'll have to rain check on your friends."
Fuck...that is why he did this, huh?
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On the spirit of Valentine's Event, something I kinda of want is small drabble of either (or both) of local Proud Kings Caster!Gilgamesh and Ozymandias receiving some large chocolate offering from their Master, and while they initially eat it up with their normal attitudes, they slowly grow addicted and fatter with it, discovering that their chocolate offerings regenerate themselves with some magecrat
This was a really fun one!!!! Fun fact, (not really lol) during last Chaldea Boys, I really tried for Ozymandias but failed with 60 summons and the only good thing I got was CasGil who I was mad about but soon grew to love ajdnsns. But now Ozymandias is in my Chaldea at 7/10/8 and I'm happy. Fuck pages tho, Merlin and Ozy are bleeding me dry of them
Hope you like this even tho I kinda deviated a bit and the fat content feels a bit secondary? Don't know how this became 2k words tho lol (it's cause I love banter and both are good for it)
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Obnoxious haughty laughter ringing through Chaldea's halls, Ozymandias gloats as he approaches his master.
"Wonderful! Your offering may be meager for one as great as I, but I treat all of my loyal subjects with fairness," Ritsuka having prepared a cart of handmade chocolate for Ozymandias, he stands patiently.
"Ah, mongrel," The caster form of Gilgamesh rounding out the corner, his normal disapproving frown is instead replaced with the smallest of grins. "You have learned from your error last year, such a simple fix normally would be undeserving, but for someone of your standing, it is commendable,"
Gilgamesh and Ozymandias catching each other's glance, they stare at each other.
"You both deserved chocolate so-" Their master ends up interrupted, both kings ignoring them.
"Who received their chocolate first?" Both ask, staring at their master.
"As a kind yet almighty pharaoh, I believe the decision to deliver my chocolates first was clearer than the floor in my pyramids,"
"Hmph, I'm the greatest servant, regardless of this caster form I may take. I would have received them first,"
Their master shuffles under their gazes, not making eye contact.
"Answer," Both demand, their arms crossed over their chest.
"I had Da Vinci deliver both of your Valentine's gifts at the same time. I made sure to offer no instructions of who should receive their chocolate first," Having already expected a childish temper tantrum from both Ozymandias and Gilgamesh, they had decided to take an impartial as possible route. Hanging his head, Ritsuka shifts uncomfortably as the hallway remains silent. Both pairs of eyes staring intently at him, he remains quiet, waiting for either of them to speak up.
Ozymandias letting out a small chuckle, Gilgamesh follows his example. The hallway soon becoming enveloped with their raucous haughty laughter, Ritsuka lifts his head, nervously glancing between the two. He stands at attention as Gilgamesh and Ozymandias turn their attention to him, Ritsuka's eyes wide.
"Very well! You have learned well in dealing with almighty servants such as us," Holding a hand to his chin, Ozymandias introspects, humming to himself.
"Your gift is still paltry in compassion to Uruk's great treasury, but I will allow it," Gilgamesh taps his fingers across his thigh, pondering as well.
Ritsuka cocks his head to the side, unsure of what to do. Leaving probably his best option, to do so would only incur both Kings' childish wrath.
"As one of my loyal subjects, I shall gift you with my presence! A gift exceeding all others, the task of basking in my glory and attending me equal to nothing else," Ozymandias proclaims, his cape swishing as he bangs his crook.
"As a proper reward for your achievement, you have the honor of presiding by me and attending me. As my lesser of course," Gilgamesh states, grinning as he hold his hand to his chin.
Both giving their return gifts at the same time, neither hear the other, both laughing at their charitable nature.
Both of their gifts entirely selfish as fitting their self-absorbed nature, Ritsuka bites his tongue. Honestly appreciative of spending more time with them, he still feels skimped out on. His glum face shifts as Gilgamesh and Ozymandias suddenly stare at each other, both now comprehending what the other said.
"Surely even a mongrel can understand the nature of my importance, though I may have been shot by Tiamat, without me graciously welcoming you in Babylonia, your time would have been destroyed," Gilgamesh gloats, standing proud.
"And I dared in giving you my assistance in dealing with that pesky Lion King in Camelot, her radiance no match for my own. Had I not intervened to aid you, you would have been stopped even before reaching Babylonia," Ozymandias retorts.
Both stand tall, glaring at each other as they bicker back and forth in describing their own greatness. Ritsuka stands to the side, his own leg twitching as he ponders on just leaving and running away. Their argument growing louder, Ritsuka's purses his lips before huffing.
"Enough!" Ritsuka promptly grabs and latches onto both of their hands in their confusion, both staring angrily at him. "I will attend to you both at the same time, no buts," His command seal glowing, the threat hangs in the air, Ritsuka's chest huffing.
He groans as both of them snap at him for daring to touch them without permission. Taking a step, they follow behind him as he drags them. A second step taken, he yelps as Gilgamesh and Ozymandias lead the way, both of them quickly walking through Chaldea's halls.
Ritsuka forced to follow, his plan at taking charge falls through, Gilgamesh and Ozymandias opening his room and making themselves at home. All the while criticising his minimalistic furnishing and decorations, they command him, telling him to bring them their chocolate offerings.
Taking his sweet time, Ritsuka wheels both carts to his room before opening the door, unwilling to deal with another playing favorites scenario. Upon opening it, he mentally sighs as he sees most of his room crushed and destroyed, a massive lavish bed overtaking and replacing most of the space.
"Now, show us your offerings," Both state, grinning as they recline in the bed. Both of them on one side, the middle is left barren, a spot obviously made for Ritsuka.
Suddenly fumbling, he reaches for two chocolate bars. Mouth dry, he climbs into the bed, making his way towards them. Both retaining their grins, Ritsuka blushes, unwrapping both chocolates. Ritsuka sits on his knees in between both of them. Taking a deep breath, he breaks off a portion from both.
Both Gilgamesh and Ozymandias waiting expectantly, they open their mouths. Ritsuka slowly bringing both hands to feed them at the same time, he cowers as they accept the morsel, suddenly aware of their critical nature.
"Sweet yet bitter. Acceptable, mongrel" Gilgamesh compliments, keeping his grin up.
"Your offering as my mage pleases my divine palette," Ozymandias replies.
Both huffing, Ritsuka catches the way they attempt to hide their small huff, their tongues licking their lips.
"You have exceeded our expectations," Both utter, their eyes plastered on the rest of the chocolate. "You may continue," Leaning back into the plush soft bed, they greedily open their mouths as Ritsuka begins to unwrap and feed them more.
Expecting their 'kind' gift to last only a day, Ritsuka finds himself displeased yet content as Ozymandias and Gilgamesh demand more of his time, both claiming it only fair and showing their kindness.
Nutrition and food unnecessary for servants, Ritsuka soon has to take both of them off of the team for noticeable and growing reasons.
Binging on nothing but chocolate, the expectation of a limited quantity was met with surprise from the both of them upon finding about Ritsuka making the chocolate magically replenish, a trick he had learned from Semiramis in return for keeping silent upon learning about her reason for researching and producing chocolate.
By the time the two had found out about such a thing, their trim fit figures had already been replaced with a sliver of pudge, their growing bellies hanging and squishing down. Their pecs had budded into little moobs, the bit of flab noticeable. Their smug faces had been rounder and softer, their haughtiness not diminished in any way.
That had only been the first time the more chocolate had regenerated, a time that felt like eons ago to Ritsuka, his time occupied with pleasing and feeding two kings. Growing more desperate and hungering for said chocolate, the intervals between devouring their offerings was growing smaller and smaller.
Soon, the small sliver of pudge became a noticeable pile of fat, becoming a gut and further. Despite it, both were demanding, craving and wanting more and more chocolate, Ritsuka at the end of their commands. Despite loading their muscled definition, both instead took to their weights, aware of Ritsuka's gazes and stares.
Gilgamesh took often to purposefully huffing and rubbing his gut, demanding Ritsuka to do it for him. Ozymandias would instead rub his moobs, complaining about some non-existent ache. Both would often pin him against the wall or against each other, Ritsuka powerless to do anything. Ritsuka happy to indulge in their wants, their figured only continued to expand, their fatty forms losing more and more definition as they began to stay more often in Ritsuka's room.
Currently standing in front of his room, or what was once his room, the living space commandeered by two greedy fat kings, Ritsuka sighs before knocking.
"You may enter," Two wheezy voices respond. Ritsuka's annoyance washes away as he blushes, still unused to such a sight despite living with it everyday.
Opening the door, the two main occupants remain in their typical spot, taking up most of the immense lavish bed. The expansive spot once reserved for Ritsuka is instead taken up by their mammoth guts, Ritsuka squeezed in-between the two.
"Mongrel, even my patience has its limits," Gilgamesh complains, his stomach growling. A chain reaction, Ozymandias's stomach growls as well, their bodies sloshing to and fro.
"Ah mage, you have returned just in time to-" Ozymandias lets out a huff, attempting to readjust himself.
Already unwrapping the chocolate as their incessant whines pick up, Ritsuka's eyes never leave their massive bodies.
Both lying down, their massive doughy guts rise high into the air, they faces blocked with such a mountainous beast in the way. Their guts sagging down, it spreads across the bed as it squishes all in its path, the other's gut the only thing stopping the encroachment. Ozymandias more top heavy, his gut rises higher, Gilgamesh's pushed back by Ozymandias' stomach. It spreads out further, more of his gelatin like thighs covered. Gilgamesh more bottom heavy, his thighs are far more dimpled and roly poly than Ozymandias's, both of his legs squishing and pressing against each other down to his knees despite his legs spread wide. Gilgamesh's titanic ass covered under his massive weight, the mass of it still pool out from under him, the definitionless ass pushing him up. Both of their entire bodies lacking much definition, if any, their feet appear sunken into their gigantic calves.
Ritsuka unwrapping the chocolate, he carries it in a massive tray, delicately carrying it in his hands as he squeezes his way onto the bed in-between them. Jammed in-between both of them, Ritsuka takes his time in being careful, unwilling to receive another earful from stepping on either of their rolling hills of fat. Huffing, the friction and pushback great, Ritsuka sighs as he reaches past their guts.
Finally face to face, Ozymandias' and Gilgamesh's necks are a pool of rolls, the sagging spare tire for a neck spreading out. Their breasts fall back into their face, Ritsuka having to move them out of the way for the.. Their jowls jutting out and sagging, they dig into their pillow.
Both of them spotting Ritsuka, they groan as it signifies chocolate.
"Hurry up mongrel," Gilgamesh huffs, opening his mouth.
"Your pharaoh demands sustenance," Ozymandias whines, his tongue lolling out.
Ritsuka smiles as he reaches for the chocolate. Ready to feed them, he pauses.
They both glare at him, their eyes squishing against the fat on their cheeks.
"Say please," Ritsuka demands, placing the chocolate by their lips but not going further.
"A king needn't ask permission from a mongrel," Gilgamesh retorts, huffing as he tries to reach for the chocolate, unable to.
"I concede, my mage," Ozymandias groans out. "May you begin?" He sighs as Ritsuka offer him his chocolate, fondling over him and rubbing his gut as he hands him even more chocolate.
"Of course. Anything for my pharaoh," Ritsuka coos, pinching Ozymandias' nipples.
Gilgamesh watching from the side, he grinds his teeth. "Fine! Hand over the chocolate mongrel, please,"
"Good enough," Turning back, Ritsuka reaches down into the basket, handing a piece of chocolate to Gilgamesh.
The taste dancing on his tongue, he huffs as he only craves yet more. Ozymandias is in the same state, his breaths coming out staggered.
"Now, who are good obedient kings? You two should be happy that a master as great as me is offering all their time to feed such hungry servants such as yourselves" Ritsuka jokes as he rubs both of their heads. Both of them unwilling to retort with the threat of less chocolate, Ritsuka is happy to finally be in charge of both of the proud kings.
#my writing#fat grand order#fat!gilgamesh#fat!ozymandias#really need to focus on wg content at times but i just live writing the other stuff too ajdnsns#added some extra chub content
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Hello! Please could I request an imagine where it’s either platonic between Peter and the reader or them two being shipped together, and just kind of a head canon about them being the youngest avengers? Like playing on pranks on the other avengers, and even though they all get mad you see how soft they are towards the two kids? Thank you if you can:)🐝
Parker Pranks
Pairings: Peter Parker x reader
Summary: Peter and Y/N are best friends. They’re the youngest of the avengers and love to cause mischief by pulling pranks on the others.
Warnings: swearing??
A/N: Thank you so much for requesting this, Anon. I am in LOVE with his idea so it was great fun to write! I hope this was what you for hoping for and if you ever want another imagine written please let me know in my ask :D
“Morning, kid, where’s your boyfriend at?” Sam smirked as you walked into the kitchen to grab some breakfast.
“Excuse me? My what now?” you asked, extremely confused.
“You know, your boyfriend. The spider-kid,” Bucky chimed in, sipping a cup of coffee.
“Ha ha, very funny you guys,” you rolled your eyes and opened the fridge.
“So when are you gonna ask him out, huh?” Sam winked.
“Wait, you’re actually gonna ask him out?” Bucky nearly spat out his coffee in excitement.
“God no! We’re just friends. Can’t a boy and a girl be friends without the thought of a relationship?” you sighed, rolling your eyes.
At least once a week you got asked if you and Peter were in a relationship by another avenger. It was driving you mad. You needed to do something about it.
“Good morning, all,” Tony greeted as he entered the room. “Wow, Y/N, you’re up early. I thought you’d still be in bed after probably spending all night on your phone.”
“Actually, I went to sleep early last night, for your information. Not all teenagers are glued to their phones, Tony,” you chuckled.
A few seconds later, Peter entered the room, his phone inches away from his face. He didn’t even look up to say hello, just stumbled across the room and landing on a sofa.
“You were saying?” Tony quipped. “Teenagers? More like screen-agers.”
“That’s possibly the worst pun I’ve ever heard,” you stated, walking over to Peter.
“Hey,” you whispered, shaking him. “I have a plan on doing something, are you up for it?”
“Well that depends,” Peter answered. “What kind of thing?”
“Follow me.” You yanked him up and dragged up out of the room but not without a comment from Sam: “Where you off to, lovebirds?”
“Right,” you said as you finally let go of his arm when you reached a quiet room. “We should do some pranks!”
“Pranks?” Peters eyes went wide with excitement. “Who on? What for?”
“On everyone! And for fun. But, first, let’s start with Sam and Bucky,” you gave a mischievous grin.
“Okay...why them in particular?” he asked.
“They’re always making comments about us being a couple and I’m sick of it,” you answered.
“Well, in that case, of course we’ll start with them. Do you have any ideas of what we could do?”
“Oh, I have a few...”
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That night you and Peter snuck into Bucky’s room. You kept as silent as possible, scared he would wake up at the sound of you breathing.
Neither of you talked but instead mimed in case he woke up. You noticed that Peter had his phone out and was filming your prank.
Great, you thought. This is going to be hilarious to rewatch over and over again.
In your hand you carried a pair of sharp, metal scissors; the plan was to cut Bucky’s hair. You moved closer to him as he slept, being careful not to touch the mattress or his face as you lifted some of his hair up.
As you began to snip the hair away, a snigger was heard from behind you. Lightly, you hit peter on the arm and motioned for him to be quiet.
You carried on cutting Bucky’s hair in a most gentle fashion, being extra careful. Occasionally he would breath more heavily than usual and you’d sit back for a second but he never did wake up.
After you’d finished cutting the left side of his head you wondered how you’d cut the other side - which he was lying on; you hadn’t thought this all the way through. But then, you thought, it would be funnier for him to wake up and have half of his hair long and the other half short.
You and Peter then left Bucky’s room quietly and made your way to Sam’s room. Luckily, Sam was a heavy sleeper so you didn’t have to be as cautious as you were with Bucky.
“You film this,” Peter insisted, passing you his phone.
This time, your plan was to stick a fake goatee and fake bushy eyebrows onto Sam with super glue.
“This is gonna be hilarious. He’s gonna freak out!” Peter exclaimed, giggling.
He began to squirt the super glue into the fake eyebrows and sticking them onto Sam. Afterwards he stuck on the goatee. After he was finished, the two of you had a laughing fit - trying not to be too loud or else you might wake him.
“Alright, let’s go prank the others.”
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“BUCKY FUCKING BARNES!” came a booming voice through the compound.
Oh shit, you thought. Now is the time when everyone will discover they’ve been pranked.
You and Peter were sat in the lounge room when Sam burst in; fake eyebrows and goatee standing out from a mile away.
“Have you seen that mother fucker?” Sam sternly asked.
You and Peter couldn’t help yourselves but burst out laughing. Sam’s face got madder and madder.
“Don’t you laugh at me, kids, this stick on shit won’t come off! Now, where is he?” he demanded.
You shrugged your shoulders and seconds later Steve walked in. His shirt fitted tight against him but with two holes cut into them where his nipples were. Again, you and Peter couldn’t control your laughter.
“Hey, Sam could you keep it down a bi-oh my god what happened to you?” he chuckled.
“Me? What about you and your moobs?!” Sam argued.
Steve squinted his eyes in confusion. “My wh-” he looked down. “Hey, who ruined my shirt?! This was my favourite one...and I don’t have moobs!”
“It was Bucky, that’s what he did to me with this shit!” Sam grumbled, pointing to his face.
“Well, that explains a lot,” Steve laughed. “I was beginning to think you used some kind of weird product to help you grow hair...”
Moments later, Natasha strutted into the room with a full head of bright green hair. Everyone burst out laughing until she gave you all death stares.
“Alright, which one of you morons did this, hmm?” she interrogated, the look of murder in her eyes.
“We think that Bucky did it,” Steve answered.
“He is dead meat when I get my hands on him,” Natasha grumbled.
“Help!” came a voice from down the hall. You all peeped your heads round the corner to find a flustered Thor. “Someone has stolen my eye!”
“You’re what?” Sam asked.
“My eye!” came the God of Thunder. “You know, my fake one! I don’t want to go back to wearing an eyepatch.”
“Bucky probably stole it. He’s pranked all of us” Natasha stated.
“What?! Oh, just you wait. I will steal his metal arm and see how he likes it!”
“Hey, you guys,” a voice was heard from the other end of the corridor. As you turned, you saw Bucky walking down, rubbing his hands over his eyes, with a ridiculously hilarious hairstyle. “Could you keep it down? Some of us want a bit of peace and qu-”
“Get him!” Same shouted and tackled him to the ground. “You think it’s funny to glue fake hair onto people’s faces? Well think again, Barnes. I’m gonna make you wish your sorry ass was never-”
“Sam, wait,” Steve stopped him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Look at Bucky’s hair. He’s been pranked too.”
“Oh god damn,” Sam sighed, getting off Bucky. “One of these days, Barnes, you watch. I’ll have an excuse to beat the crap out of you.”
“Jesus Christ, what’s going on?” Bucky shouted.
“Someone has been playing pranks on us,” Natasha told him.
“Wait, Steve, what did you say about my hair?” Bucky found the closest mirror. “Oh, my hair!” he exclaimed and looked like he was about to cry. “Who did this?”
You and Peter exchanged a look as if to say ‘oh shit’.
“Well, to me, it looks like the work of the kids,” Tony Stark’s voice was heard from behind you.
“W-whaaaaat? No way! It wasn’t us, right Peter?” you rambled.
“Y-yeah. Totally not us,” Peter agreed.
“It so obviously was, you can stop your lying,” Tony laughed.
“Oh, it was you guys, huh? Well I guess that’s just a bit of teenage fun, right?” Steve smiled.
Thor laughed along with him, “yes, I suppose so. They were very funny pranks.” He patted you both on the back. “I suppose all will be forgiven if you two would be so kind as to give me my eye back...”
“Of course, Mr Thunder,” Peter smiled, talking the eye out of his pocket.
“Hmm, now that I know it was you two I can see that it was a pretty funny prank. Nice work, kids,” Sam, surprisingly, said.
“You better not speak of my hair to anyone. Or else,” Natasha warned.
“Oh, don’t worry, Natasha, we won’t,” you laughed.
Bucky was still looking, depressingly, at his hair in the mirror.
“Buck, do you forgive Y/N and Peter?” Steve asked him.
“...yeah I do,” he murmured, sadly.
“Nice job, kids,” Tony praised. “And thanks for not pranking me. This is why you two are my favourites on the team.”
“You’re welcome, Tony,” you laughed. “But watch out in future...” you and Peter gave each other a mischievous look. “You might be next.”
#marvel#marvel imagines#peter parker one shot#peter parker imagine#peter parker x reader#peterparker#headcanon#marvel x reader#marvel one shot#avengers x reader
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A False World Free of Consequence
Another 7th Dra/gon co/de fic. This one based on the fake world during ch.7 But we don't talk about ch.7 in this household. Ch6 we fuck with cause that fucked me up in a good way. Except for the Yuma dialogue before and after his fight since the dialogue doesn't even change if you dated Yuma or not.
This is a bit different as this is more saddish? and with forced weight gain. Coupled with obsession and craziness so just a warning.
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This isn't real. This isn't real. This isn't real. Thi-
You breathe deeply, your breaths coming in shaky. Back in your room's bathroom, Nodens no longer destroyed, you splash more cold water on your face but it doesn't help. Gripping the sink, you close your eyes.
This is real. This world is real. Everything is fine. Everyone's dead.
Eyes opening from the truth, you sigh as it comes back. As much as you want to pretend, nothing is going to change. Laughing at your reflection, nothing off, you crack up before tears sting your eyes. Your losing it you briefly think before you hear movement outside the bathroom.
Checking it, you see Yuma.
A normal Yuma. A Yuma with both eyes. A Yuma without horns. A Yuma without claws. Just Yuma. An alive Yuma. Your Yuma.
"You look ill." Yuma struggles from your vicelike embrace. Pressing as hard as you can, you laugh as tears continue dropping.
"We have to leave. Before the rest of Unit 13 gets here."
Yuma grips your shoulders as he stares at your face. "Are you okay? Who-"
"You said I'm all you have. And you're all I have." You bring your hand to Yuma's hair, running it through it. You never had the chance to before.
"I-"
"Let's go. Please."
"Alright."
Smiling, you grab Yuma's hand as you hug his arm. You can't let him go. Not again.
Exiting Nodens you thankfully evade the rest of your team as you walk out.
"Where are we-" Yuma asks as he looks at you concerningly.
"It's a secret." You giggle. You never really thought about such things but after Yuma's death, everything was a blur. The future you two could have. All gone. But not anymore. This fake world was real, you knew it. A second chance. A chance you can't mess up.
Out in the open, you force yourself to stop hugging Yuma so much and begin picking up the pace. Yuma follows your example and with the aid of public transportation, you two are at the edge of Tokyo.
You rent a hotel room for the night and sadly ask Yuma to wait while you take care of some business as you put it. By the time you return, you're now the proud owner of a modest house, your expansive money and katana sparking fear in its former owner.
When you walk back into the hotel room, you find Yuma nowhere. Destroying the room for any clue as to what happened to him, you barrel into him crying when he simply walks in.
"You're not okay..." Yuma says as he grabs your hands. "I-"
"You don't have to do anything now that you're here." You remain latched onto Yuma. By the time you fall asleep still holding on, Yuma sighs before placing you on the bed. Sitting in the chair, he stares at your blotchy face, wondering what's wrong.
----
Waking up, the first thing you do is reach around for Yuma. Feeling him, you pull him towards you. Sighing, you open your eyes and smile as the sun has risen.
Checking out of the hotel, you lead Yuma to your humble new home. With extra pay and some choice threats, there is absolutely nothing in the house, the entire place barren.
"It's not much, but it's ours!" Laughing, you clap your hands together as you smile at Yuma.
"This is a surprise." Yuma coughs. "How-"
"I have another surprise!" Yanking his hand, you lead Yuma to the bedroom. The bedroom is the only room with stuff still in it.
A simple bed and another surprise for Yuma hidden away in the closet.
"We should celebrate with Unit 13." Yuma responds, he stares back at the exit, weighing his options.
"They wouldn't understand." You grimly reply. You flop down onto the matress and sigh from the relief. Patting the side beside you, Yuma hesitantly joins.
Plan perfectly set up, you spring your trap as you quickly handcuff Yuma's left hand to the headboard.
"What the-" You grab Yuma's right arm and overpower him with your two free ones and and handcuff is right arm. With no way to retaliate besides his thrashing legs, you secure those as well.
Yuma completely stuck, he begins cursing. "You're insane! When ISDF or Nodens or U-" Yuma shuts up as you ignore him and pull out his next surprise from the closet.
A brand new state of the art feeding machine. Just for Yuma.
His thrashing grows as you bring it closer to him. Strapping the feeding tube into his mouth, Yuma continues fighting.
"I know you're scared; I'm scared too, so I can't let you do anything rash." Giving a kiss to Yuma's cheek, you turn on the machine, your new lives starting. A better life. A life with Yuma.
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Despite the proximity to Nodens, no one has found the two of you.
You rarely go out; instead, you have most food brought straight to the door and that's most of your interaction with the outside world. If you have to go out, which is rare, you do so at night.
Yuma's constant feedings have done a number on his body. The once lean Dragonslayer was now obese. He's no longer anywhere near the healthy weight he used to be. With no clothes to speak of, his ISDF uniform torn, you can perfectly see how much he's growing.
You've removed Yuma's handcuffs at times and despite his insistence on not being able to move, you caught him one time getting up. A tackle and a fight led to Yuma being handcuffed again. You forgive him though. He just needs more time to understand. You can't risk anything.
Soon, you think. Soon he won't be able to walk. Then you'll be in the clear. You won't have to fear losing him again.
The thought in your brain, you set the speed of Yuma's machines slightly higher.
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Removing Yuma's handcuffs, you smile as you step back to see his progress. Giddy, you laugh at how big he is. Even if he can walk, he's bigger than the door. So he won't be going anywhere.
Lying on top of him, no more room on the bed for you with Yuma taking it all up for himself, you smile down on him.
Every day was always one day closer to your goal and now you have it. Stuffed with food all the time, Yuma grew and he can still grow you happily think.
Yuma's face was mostly now taken up by his cheeks, the extra weight needing somewhere to go. His extra chins to go along with it made him even cuter. His arms bend and fold over from the amount of fat trying to be stored there. His moobs spread out on his expansive stomach, Yuma's breasts so big that they slightly droop down the edge. His stomach dwarfs the rest of him. The massive weighty blanketing his thighs as it sags all the way down there. You don't see Yuma's back too often but he can see the rolls cascading down his side, his love handles begging to be grabbed. His thighs are covered by his stomach, but you know they press against each other; both legs fighting eachother for the limited space not taken up by Yuma's fat.
Caressing all of Yuma, not willing to part with him again, you take out his feeding tube. A rare occurrence; most of the time you kept the tube in, the faster you made Yuma unable to move, the better.
Upon his tube being removed, Yuma only groans at first. He slowly brings his doughy arms to rest on his chest and you fill with glee with how difficult it is more him to do even that.
Yuma continues heavily breathing, his stomach lifting you up and down as it rises and falls. You keep staring at him, a smile on your face at being able to still be with him.
"You're insane..." Yuma gasps out.
You frown from hearing the rude statement but you partially expected it already. Running your hand through his hair, you smile once more. "You can leave if you want. If you can get out of this room, then I'll let you go." Getting up off of Yuma, you help him sit on the edge of the bed. Yuma wheezes from the exertion despite your help. Now at least upright, his fat shifts as gravity pulls it down. You stand to the side as Yuma distrustfully glares at you.
Taking deep breaths, Yuma rockily stands up. Up after so long, his legs shake from carrying so much weight. Taking a tentative step, careful he doesn't lose his balance, Yuma takes a step forward with his right foot. Then his left. And another time with his right.
He can't get up without your help, but he can still walk. You panic, getting ready to tackle him. But when Yuma takes another step, he stops as he gasps for air. You guess even his man-made body wasn't made for these circumstances. Yuma falls to the ground, his ass taking the brunt of the fall.
You run up to him, sad to see him in such a state. But it's all for his own good you remind yourself. You rub your hand over his body, the mass red from the effort it put in.
"I'll take good care of you." You kiss Yuma who can only allow for more oxygen in his body right now.
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You check your funds and are happy to see so much left, barely a dent put into the money after the initial purchases of the house and Yuma's feeding machine.
Now you don't use the machine as often as before. Yuma immobilized, you stick to handfeeding him most of the time. He always makes a fuss until his stomach begs him for more food, Yuma held captive not only by you but his stomach.
Before you began the session, the sun was still high in the sky but now it was gone, the moon replacing it. You rub your hands all over Yuma's body as he digests his feast.
He's overtaken the bed at this point, some parts slightly sagging over the edge of the matress. He's far past immobile you catch yourself thinking but you need to be sure, you can't risk him leaving.
"Why?" Yuma asks, a constant question for you.
Climbing on top of Yuma, you answer. "So you don't get hurt." Yuma never understands you, but that's okay with you.
This is a second chance. Everyone was lying about this world being a fake. And even if it is, who cares, you have Yuma again. Time stands still so it doesn't matter either way. You can stay as long as you want. You can't really do anything with Yuma immobile, but he's at least here. That's more than you can say before coming here.
"That doesn't make sense." Yuma retaliates, bringing you out of your thoughts.
"It does, trust me." You don't ever plan on telling Yuma. If you did, he'd either call you crazy, as if that's any different from now, or try to obtain the dragon specimens regardless, thinking he's strong enough to overcome them.
Yuma opens his mouth to say something, but all it elicits is a burp. Yuma blushes, even at such a size he still has some modesty.
"Looks like you're hungry again." Food within arms reach, you bring it to Yuma's face, ready to begin your routine.
This is real; everything is okay, you remind yourself as Yuma eventually accepts his food.
#i don't even know at this point#wierd things happen to my writing when it involves yuma#i can't have anything decently normal cause yuma's arc fucked me over#literally#he fucjing dies#and then he might not even be alive when the world is remade#like that fucks me up#this is admittedly kinda of wierd but it's something#male weight gain#male wg#my writing#fat!yuma
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