chubby chaser kirishima who loves sleeping on his girlfriend's thick thighs. if he's having a nap after a hard day it's with his head resting on your lap and if he's sitting down he wants his head between your thighs, muffling all noise and your soft skin keeping him warm.
chubby chaser kirishima who picks you up and twirls you around, squeezing you in his strong arms and chuckling as you squeal and tell him to put you down.
chubby chaser kirishima convinces you to sit on his back while he does push ups. you have your phone with you and tell him that you're going to go on it while he's working out but instead you spend the whole time watching his arms and shoulders move, peeking in the corner of the room at the mirror so you can watch his face and see the sweat move down his forehead.
chubby chaser kirishima bites all over your body, his sharp teeth making a shiver run down your spine, biting your neck and soft stomach. he leaves small indents in your skin but makes sure not to bite too hard.
chubby chaser kirishima who calls you a goddess at least once a day. you pout and tell him he's more of a god than you are of a goddess, all those chiselled muscles, big arms, broad shoulders and strong jaw but he tilts his head confused- everyone knows your soft curves make you the embodiment of a greek goddess.
chubby chaser kirishima who likes it when you've got your ankles locked around his neck, his large palm holding tightly on your wide hip, the other gripping under your thigh so you don't move up the bed with each thrust.
chubby chaser kirishima who makes sure the mirror is pointed at the both of you so he can watch as you sit on his lap and moves your body up and down in time with his thrusts, watching in the mirror as your body jiggles and moves.
chubby chaser kirishima immediately presses his body against your back the first time you do anal, groaning loudly and breathing against your neck, tickling your ear. he wraps his arms around your middle, squeezing the pouch of your stomach in between his fingers, coming after a minute, spilling inside you and groaning your name.
❝Old MacDonald had a farm, I give him a titty, tryna keep him calm!❞
Synopsis: The GDA has a new hybrid integration program. The Grayson's volunteered to take you in. In the process, you get to know their son really well.
Pairing: Mark Grayson x Chubby! Cow hybrid! Reader
Warnings: Teasing, fem reader, thigh riding, nipple play, lactation kink? (Marks a little freak, drinks titty milk), cock drunk, unprotected sex, breeding kink, Marks a little meanie, finger sucking, creampie, lots of praise, Marks a little perverted, little overstim if you squint.
AN: This healed something within me. 😌
Word Count: 1.5k
The GDA hybrid program was a simple way to assimilate the minimal hybrids left into regular society. Your volunteer family, the Graysons, were a thoughtful bunch.
Fuss over your needs and make sure you are well accommodated. Especially their son. Mark was considerate. Thoughtful, kind, the whole package.
Always checking if you were comfortable, asking simple questions about your day; offering you your favourite snack if it didn't.
You failed to notice his heated gaze admiring your tits straining against your shirt or the curve of your cute belly.
The twitch of his jaw, anytime you leaned too close, giving him the perfect view to look down your shirt.
Or when you pranced around in nothing but an oversized shirt and shorts, the way he’d hope for just a glimpse of your ass when you bent over.
Touches that lingered far too long; hands brushing the curve of your waist, your cute ears and tail.You never noticed. As much as he'd like you too.
You thought nothing of it. Sure he was at your beck and call for anything, but that was just him being hospitable. Nothing more. Even if you wished for the opposite.
Your obliviousness both charmed him and irritated him to no end. God he wanted to smother his face against your plush body as he bullied his cock into you.
It was a shock to you when he cornered you in your room. Capturing lips in a feverish kiss, tugging you onto his lap.
His warm hands cupped your heavy tits. The rough pads of his fingers swiped over the stiff peaks. You exhaled, eyes locked on his. Giving your nipples a squeeze, Mark's gaze transfixed on the pearly liquid dribbling down.
Mark swiped his tongue over his bottom lip. His breath hitched, “You wouldn't mind if I…” his voice trailed off. Letting the suggestion hang.
His eyes lidded, clouded with desire made you squirm on his lap. You nodded simply, your voice dying in your throat under his leering stare.
He brought his face closer to your chest, hot breath fanning your sensitive skin. He wasted no time latching on, moaning as sweet milk hit his tongue.
Suckling greedily, his lidded gaze never broke yours. Heat crawled the back of your neck, ears flattening as you pushed your chest closer revealing in the buzz of pleasure.
You moaned helplessly, hands threading through his hair. “M'fuck…Careful, they're sensitive.” Your hips began rolling against his thigh. Faltering a tad.
Your breath staggered, sheer sweat dribbled down your furrowed brows. You gnawed at your bottom lip, the slow draw of your hips against Mark's toned thigh made you shiver.
The delicious friction against your panty clad clit made you whine. Your ears twitched, picking up the faint groans that tumbled from his lips.
Mark's grip on your waist was strong, blunt nails digging into the fat of your hips. “So pretty baby, your pussy so desperate f'me.” He hummed around your nipple, choking back a moan.
He could feel your heat gliding against the fabric of his pants. The rough material seems to sedate your egging desperation for release.
“Not right, ngh, we shouldn't be doing this Mark.” You whined, tail swishing behind you rapidly.
He released your left nipple, milk smearing his lips. “You say that but you're humping my leg like a desperate little thing.”
“Shh, just suck on my fingers baby. We won't get caught if I keep your little mouth busy, hmm?” he cooed, shoving two digits into your mouth.
Your cries were muffled. Your tongue sucking lazily around Mark's fingers. “See? Nice and quiet once I put that mouth to use.”
You only mewled around his fingers, hips rutting faster against his thigh.
The dual stimulation sent you tumbling towards your orgasm. Your thighs tremble, riding out pleasurable high.
Your moans were muffled, only helpless squeaks around his fingers.
Mark whistled lowly, “Look at that, made a mess on my thigh baby.” Admiring the wet stain you left behind. His other hand traced the outline of your cunt through the fabric.
You cried around his thick fingers, drool dribbling from the corner of your mouth. He pulled his fingers out with a loud pop. Your hips jerk away from his feverish touch, hands flying to his wrist.
“C'mon, not even a little peak? Don't you wanna be my good girl?” he cooed , voice low and sweet. So sweet.
Your grip loosened, embarrassment pumping through your veins. Mark wasted no time tugging your soaked panties aside, groaning softly at the sight of your sticky folds.
Spreading them far enough to see your twitchy clit. “Look at how gorgeous she is. And you wouldn't let me see her.” He mused. Already tugging his pants past his hips, his lips captured yours in a deep kiss.
It was heated, driven by a carnal need to swallow your moans whole. Your hands threaded through his hair, tugging him impossibly closer.
His hands drifted lower, cupping the fat of your ass, forcing you to grind your hips against his length.
Pulling away, a string of saliva connecting your kiss swollen lips. “Ride me. Wanna see you bouncing on my cock.” Lips ghosting the juncture of your neck, kissing your fluttering pulse.
Aligning his tip with your entrance, your hands grip his shoulder blades, allowing him to sink you down on his length.
Both of you gasp, the stretch was dizzying. Thighs quivering as your pelvis met his, taking him all the way. “So full..hah..feel so full Mark.” Your pussy clamped down making him hiss. It took all his strength to bust right there.
God you looked so pretty and he handn’t even fucked you properly yet! Your warm hole just sucked him in greedily, you were practically asking for it.
“Shit…yeah? Feel me right here?” His hand pressed down on your lower belly, pliant flesh under his thick fingers making you shutter. Your tail twitched as you tightened your hold on his shoulders.
You lift your hips until only the tip is kissing your entrance before slamming back down. The obscene plap plap plap as your ass bounced on his lap.
Your grip on reality fizzling out the more his length bumped the deepest parts of you.
Fat tears fell down your cheeks, babbled mewls fell from your lips. Mark only hummed against your skin, murmuring about how pretty you looked above him. Hands guiding the flow of your hips as you work yourself on his cock.
“S’good…fuck...your doing so good.” One his hands drifting to your tail, tugging on it. You cried out, velvet walls clenching around him unconsciously.
“Ah, you like that? My sweet cow likes getting her tail pulled? Naughty little thing.”
He tugged again, watching your mouth go slack. Your speed wavered, feeling your thighs burn from keeping yourself up right.
Mark only smirked, “Keep going baby, you can do it.” Wiping the stray tears from your cheeks with the pad of his thumb.
“Can’t do it..hah..too much.” He only hushed your cries with a kiss.
“S’okay I’ll help you, just hold on baby.”
He barely gave you a chance to respond before pistoning his cock up into your pussy. You gasped, nails digging into his shoulder blades.
He barely registered the pain, transfixed on your face, screwed shut in pleasure. His attention flickered to your tits bouncing in face. He popped a nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.
Your body shook at the dual stimulation, feeling a knot in your abdomen threatening release.
“Gonna cum..ahh..f-fuck!” His hand trailed down in between the two of you, his thumb rubbed your clit in taut circles.
That’s all you needed, your vision blurred as pleasure coursed through your veins.
Hot and overwhelming.
Your cunt gushed around his length, it didn’t deter him at all. Mark’s hips only struck harder, helping you ride out your orgasm.
He pulled away from your swollen nipple, gulping down the last remnants of your milk. “Look at that, creamin’ around me baby, shit.”
“Gonna cum again f’me, h-hah, n-need to feel you cum around me again.”
Mark was babbling at this point, utterly lost in your warmth. “L-Let me cum inside you baby. P-please.”
You could barely comprehend what he was saying, body going limp as he overworked your sensitive pussy.
“N-no more. Too much.”
His lips brushed your skin, “Please, just one more. M'almost there.”
Your pussy clamped down weakly, your third orgasm of the night fast encroaching. His hips stuttered, pulling you down until he was buried deep.
Groaning through gritted teeth, hot spurts of cum painted your walls. A pathetic whine slipped past your lips, cumming around him again.
Both of your breath mingled together. Chests pressed against each other, while you both rode out the high.
“Are you okay?”
You blinked away your tears, nodding limply. “You fuck my brains out and thats the first thing you ask me?”
A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest, “Sorry if I was too forward. His hands trailed down the curve of your spine.
“Forward is an understatement.”
He gave you an apologetic smile. Pulling out his softening cock, getting a warm cloth to clean you up.
You nuzzle into the sheets, lidded eyes following his every move. “If you liked me, you could have asked me out.”
Imagine a monster that is trapped in a mirror. The mirror, one handheld, has been melted and used in a bigger project until he is split up into different things: a handheld mirror, a compact mirror, a wall mirror, a mirror chandelier, and a large floor-to-ceiling mirror, each one decorated with gold and small multi colored gems, creating a rainbow color on all of them. He sits, able to see the entire store with all the pieces spread out through the organized store.
Then he notices you. His mirror is at the front of the store, an eye catcher, but he sees nobody worthy to get even a piece of him, so he meddles the best he can using what little power he has yet. Whether cloaking his gold to look dingy and worn or rolling under shelves, furniture, anything he can. But the minute he sees you enter, he tried everything he could to be seen. He knew you were the right owner when you noticed he seemed to be a set of items thanks to the rainbow arranged gems and similar sigils. He knew that you were the one when you searched under everything finding the rest of him-although you had a little help with finding two pieces thanks to a perfectly timed light hitting the gold and catching your eye-literally. He always thought he was priceless even when he was alive but he scoffed at how little he was sold for to you, especially when selling him as a set the owner gave you a discount seeing how determined you were in finding the rest of him. However, he was quick to let go of his price when he got to your house, able to see everything you did in your home.
You carried him with you everywhere you went, always happy when you opened him in whether on a date or at an event or anytime you went out, able to see your beautiful face again. He loved seeing you cook in the kitchen, bouncing between the overhead view the chandelier gave him and the mirror you placed in the hallway. He adored when you would pose in the hallway mirror, almost as if you were asking him for his silent approval before going out—even having the blessing of seeing you change out of them, naked body on full display for him to truly appreciate. He found it hilarious when you needed to use the handheld mirror to do your hair, fix your mirror, or make any tiny adjustments you needed to see as close as possible. But everything paled in comparison when he was truly able to see all of you late at night or anytime you had time to yourself.
The floor to ceiling mirror hung in front of your bed, able to see everything as you prepared for tonight. He was able to see your calendar out of the corner of his mirror in the hallway. Today you were off, meaning you had a three day weekend, and he knew what was he in store for.
Watching you walk around naked, lock all the doors before getting in the shower and doing an everything shower. Soon, you were done as he waited patiently—not like he could go anywhere —as you placed a towel on your bed, hearing a buzzing sound, before you went to town. He always believed everyone should take care of themselves in every aspect: emotionally mentally, physically, but most of all sexually. Today, he knew what you wanted, judging by the vibrator being on a low setting and your slow movements, you wanted to edge yourself, enjoy your orgasm today.
He wanted a lot of things in life—his greed was one of the things that led to him being this way now—but he desperately wanted a body to actually be with you. He wished to touch you, kiss you, show you just how little you needed for your multitude of toys, especially show you how your dildo collection paled in comparison to his dicks. He was grateful how you managed to show every part of yourself as you pleasured yourself—the delusional part of his mind thinking somehow he knew he was watching and wanted his pervy self to see all of you. The jolt of your hips slightly off the bed, your fingers spreading your cunt to reach your clit better as you worked the vibrator back and forth, rocking your body against it. He was a little pissed off he wasn’t melted into tiles to be a mirror ceiling, being fed the smallest crumbs whenever you lifted your face before resting it back on the pillow of your bed. This fueled his want—no his need— to be not an inanimate object but in his true form, to see every part of you, but mostly your face and its sinful expressions as you touched yourself until your hands cramped and your head was dizzy.
He doesn’t stop watching until you are done, watching your hand go limp against your chest, legs still spread, the towel under you soaked. You and him were grateful you laid alone seeing how awkward it would be to stumble upon your body to see you had passed out from many orgasms—made him chuckle just thinking about it before becoming angry at the thought of someone else seeing you nude. He waited, placing his hand on the mirror like usual, until it slowly went through. He lept in joy once again as he exited the mirror, needing to be as quick as possible, not knowing when he would return to the mirror.
This monster wasn’t just a monster, he was once a god, specifically the god of lust and all things sex. He never knew he could cross over into the real world until one night after you had squirted on the mirror surface before falling asleep, he tapped mindlessly on the barrier between you. He was in the middle tracing this precious moment on the mirror when all of a sudden his finger went through. And the rest was history.
He learned slowly that he could bring things into his mirror realm and that the longer you masturbated in front of the mirror, the longer he could stay in the real world, estimating that each hour gave him about 10 to 20 minutes.
He rushed, first getting a washcloth and wiping you down. 2 minutes he thought, keeping track of every precious minute he had with you. He gathered you in his arms, helping you take a shower and wiping you down. He tucked you under your covers, about to get something but felt his body slowly being pulled back into the mirror. His claws clawed at the ground, trying everything in his power to stay longer but like always it was futile. He found himself in his mirror realm once again. Although sad, he was grateful with his new trophy, a sketchbook and a pencil. He placed it with his other trinkets he used scarcely whenever you would go days sometimes weeks without masturbating. Ever since he discovered he could crossover, he held his self back to only get one thing, making sure he could remember every trip—and to make sure you weren’t getting suspicious or been scared that you were being robbed right under your nose.
The first thing he took was the remote to some vibrating pantries you purchased, finding that it would be useful sooner or later—it would be soon. The second thing he took was small, a ring you took off while cooking but lost it since you didn’t remember placing it on the counter while you cooked. You didn’t remember where, but he did when he saw you knock it over accidentally as you fumbled to take off the vibrating panties, the feeling too much when the remote went on the fritz, setting on high. The more you started to grow on him, the more sentimental items he started to take from you. The third thing he took was a perfume bottle he saw you spray every time you left out the house. He knew what you smelled liked when he first left the mirror realm, committing it the best he could to memory. He could never bottle up what you smelled like so he took what smelled the closest to your natural musk, hence the perfume bottle. He only sprayed it once, on the fourth item he took from you, a pillow you always laid your head on that he loved to smell, jerking off with his face pressed against it. The fifth, sixth, and seventh items he took was a series of books you finished, wanting a glimpse into what you liked, finding how not so innocent you weren’t—some of the book made even him blush. The eighth and ninth items he took was a scrapbook that you always had open on your desk with a bunch of folders of printed out pictures and a handwritten love letter to yourself. He shed a tear seeing how ill you thought of yourself, and the goals you set for the new year. The tenth item was the sketchbook and pencil he took today. He made sure each item was lined up in chronological order he took them.
He was proud seeing all his trophies. He wasted no time, drawing what transpired tonight. Before he was a god, he was a human, a devoted follower to a god that he spent most of his time painting portraits, building shrines out of wood and stone , carving sculptures out of expensive slabs of marble, anything he thought was fit. When he died, he was dragged to hell before getting the opportunity to get power of his own seeing how devoted he was.
Once he has finished, he wrote down the exact time and date of today. He looked forward to many more nights like tonight, but he what he truely wanted was for you to see him and embrace him. He just wished it was under better circumstances.
It was a date gone wrong. He already knew how much he despised the guy when you ranted on and on about him to your friend one night, although all you did was say how nice he was and how you planned to go out and he wanted to pay for dinner. However, after he brought you home and you rejected his kiss, his true nature came out. He yelled, ranting on and on how nice guys finish last before calling you a bitch. You slapped him in the face before making him. You shouted for him to lose your number, a few more curses spewing out of your mouth as you slammed the door shut. He could see everything from inside the house since one of his mirrors faced your security cameras that alerted everyone of your devices movements and any sound outside.
You were in a bad mood but you both knew what could cheer yourself up real quick. But, you were soon interrupted when a loud alarm rang through the room, you alarm flashing sensing movement by your door before it escalated to hearing a broken window, your bedroom. He watched as the bastard rushed through your bedroom. You rushed to grab the gun in your drawer but it jammed as he threw you back onto the bed. The sick fuck grinned, brandishing a knife in his hands, whispering whatever brought a smile to his face and a frown to yours in your ear. He banged on the mirror, punching the barrier as hard and as fast as he could until he could see a small crack. It seemed to get both of yours attention until the next thing you knew a towering figure lept out of the mirror, arms already outreached as he pulled the guy off of you. He punched him over and over again, before tossing him around. However, the figure before you was slowly pulled back into the mirror but not before holding a firm grip around your assailant, hellbent on bringing him back with him into his territory along with a bag the man had dropped by your bedside.
He tied him, eager to have another thing to toy with and many things to torture him with thanks to his backpack of malicious things. He had something better to do in his free time and he was going to enjoy every last minute of it.
Toji was a big man, he knew this, so it makes perfect sense that he would have a girl that was thick in all the right places, especially the stomach. He adores you, dotes on you, he can never seem to get enough of you. He loves everything about you. Your smile, how you don’t take anyone’s bullshit even his, and how you love him with all your heart even after all of the horrible, fucked up shit he’s done. So he makes sure to show you alllllll his love at the end of the night.
He’s got you bent over the couch, holding onto your ankles as he fucks the living daylights out of you. Your ass jiggling in waves with every harsh thrust he delivers. Fingers gripping the couch you mewl for Toji, back arching just like a cat. Letting him feel all the right spots. Your walls tighten around him, pulling him deeper.
“Ah–baby ya’ gotta stop squeezing me like that.” Toji could have sworn he was in heaven, “Cuz y’know I can’t control myself when you get like this….” He palms the globes of your bottom, spreading them apart so he can see his length hammer into you. He moans watching your cunny flutter and pull him in every time he leaves.
“Give it t’me Toji!!!” You moan circling your wide hips back and he felt like he was gonna bust a nut right then and there. But, he holds out, the final straw in his synapse breaking. He cruelly pushing down on your back, making your arch deeper. “You want me to give it ta’ ya’?”He grunts angling his cock upwards, he sinks in with one mean push.
“Then I’ll give it to ya’.” He started at an irregular rate, balls slapping against your wet skin making the most obscene ‘flap’ ‘flap’ ‘flap’ noises you’ve ever heard. Your body jiggled from the sheer force at which he pummeled your pussy with.
God, you are so hot, sexy, beautiful. Every single thing ran through Tojis’ mind watching you come undone underneath him. So as you can around his cock, core warping around him, milking him clean, he knew that he couldn’t ever live without you<33
didn’t feel like doing work so i came up with smth instead of doing an assignment
lovestruck!incubus who really has nothing better to do so he stalks the night, looking for someone to feed on when he encounters you in a bar, a beautiful girl who’s looking far too sad.
normally he goes after people who are uncomplicated and are good with a one night stand but lovestruck!incubus is so instantly drawn to you that he ignores his own rule.
you look absolutely stunning despite the despondent look on your face, tears running down your chubby cheeks like raindrops. you had come to go on a date with an acquaintance whom you were crushing on just to be stood up maliciously. now despite the gorgeous formfitting dress you put on, you feel so utterly… unattractive.
you’re stuck in a spiral of sadness when lovestruck!incubus hands you a tissue and softly asks if he can buy you a drink. the two of you get to talking and he eventually cheers you up, getting a giggle out of you during your conversation. his heart flutters at the sight of your smile, at first shy and small grow so beautifully.
lovestruck!incubus (probably) can handle a few more days without feeding; right now, he just really wants to make you smile like that again.
Summary: you decided to buy a dress for a date with your boyfriend. The only thing is–you've never wore a dress around him before.
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Tags: Smut!!! p in v sex, porn without plot unless you read part one, oral sex (f receiving) mentioned, fem reader, afab reader, creampie, protected or unprotected (up to readers interp,) many kisses, no use of y/n, also reader teases ryland quite a bit.
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Mina's notes: I don't have many notes for this other than I hope you enjoy!! I didn't really proof read that well as I want it posted and i wrote it at like 6:30AM. If you have any questions, thoughts or requests my asks are always open! (I am deeply sorry if this is fast paced)
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The ride home was... intense.
If you're going to be honest, you had tried to tease him, a hand snaking up his thigh, instead he just held your hand on your knee, fingers linked together. He was not about to have you tease him.
Not when he was about to devour you in that dress.
And that's exactly what Ryland did. Without removing the dress of course, he had you on your back on your shared bed, hands keeping the dress bunched up just enough to reveal your tender belly.
He was addicted to the way the fabric was tight around your chest and even so, the straps slipped down your shoulders just a tad.
It didn't take him long to make you cry out as you reached that climax, the heat shared between you had been sizzling all evening and you wanted–no, you needed him.
While he cleaned you with small kitten licks you tugged his head away from your core, plucking off his glasses. You didn't want them to risk breaking them.
"I need you, Ry. Please.."
"You–" he groaned. "Holy moly."
He shuffles onto his knees, giving you a once over as he tugged the dress back down to cover you. He could've came at the sight of you alone.
The way the colour complimented your skin tone, the way it fit your frame perfectly.
"Ryland? You're staring again." There was that smug smile that basically killed him.
"Baby, I can't help it.. you're perfect." A hand found your cheek and a kiss was placed upon your lips.
Rolling over so he was on his back, you took your time unbuttoning his blouse. Okay, maybe you were trying to tease him a little.
"Honey, please.." He tried. He desperately tried to look away from your cleavage which you were practically flaunting in his face.
"Whatt? M'not doing anything.." You grinned, allowing him to shrug his shirt off, a hand trailing down his chest, then his stomach, leading to the very visible tent in his pants.
Two pairs of hands gripped your hips over the thin dress, lifting it just enough.
A stuttered whimper slips from your lips when Ryland tugs your hips down, his clothed erection pressing against your naked heat, a feeling that would make your brain explode if you didn't do something about it.
You unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans–as if you had no time to waste–splayed your hand against his crotch briefly which elicited a frustrated groan from your boyfriend.
And before you both knew it you were hovering right over his throbbing cock, dress lifted only so you could watch yourself sink down onto him.
Ryland moaned as he felt your walls around him, warm and perfectly wet, allowing him to slide in almost too easily.
No movement was made until you were filled to the brim.
Your face fell between the crook of his neck and shoulder. "Ryland.." You whined, grinding your hips to feel his tip kiss your cervix, your hands gripped tight onto the pillow beneath his head.
"Baby.. f– Mmh. You feel so good." His gentle hold on your hips helped to guide you, but only as much as you needed before you started setting the pace.
You trailed kisses along his trimmed jaw until you moaned into eachothers mouth, biting at his bottom lip when you slowly started lifting your hips. Once you felt it was just the head within you, you sank back down.
You began riding him at a sultry pace, lips locked together, sharing sounds that could definitely earn a complaint from a neighbour if you didn't play it safe.
Ryland's hands slipped to your thick waist, pulling you into an arch against him that made his hips buck up into you.
"Ahh! Ryland!" "Nh– fudgecake! I'm sorry! I didn't.. mean to.." He panted, his hips still twitching despite his apology.
You giggled at his exclamation, his "apology" only making you rock your hips faster.
Hands roamed all over the open back of your dress, feeling the flushed skin there.
The fact you were riding him while still wearing this amazing dress, your chest pushing against his bare one, made him ache unbearably.
Your lips mashed together as much as possible, not wanting to part until you both were utterly breathless.
He tried. He really tried. He just couldn't keep his hips completely still. So with weak motions, he fucked up into and met your hips everytime you bounced down.
"I-I can't.. you look so– too good. Feels so good.." He was lost in the pleasure like it was a labyrinth.
You kissed a wet kiss to his lips. "You gonna cum, Ry..? Because I-I am too.."
Two separate hands found eachother, lacing together as you both chased that high desperately and extremely eagerly. You don't think theres ever been a time hes held your hand this tight before.
This dress really had an affect on him. You could see the way his eyes darted between your tit's and quickly back your face.
And with some final vows, "I love you– I love you so much!" "Ngh– me too Ryland!"
His spend clashed with your release after a final grind of your hips, united with his own, spilling into while you painted him.
To say you both passed out would be the understatement of the year.
But not after cleaning eachother up, putting the dress in the wash just incase–Ryland didn't want it to be ruined–changing the sheets, putting on some fresh Pjs, and then holding eachother within the confined sheets of your shared bed.
"So, you really love that dress, Hm?" It was almost a tease, but you were happy about it.
Wearing a dress had never felt so euphoric until now.
"Mhm. It's so pretty on you. Never feel ashamed of your body if it can make me that hard–"
"Okay– it's bed time." You laughed softly, reaching over to turn the lamp off.
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Extra notes: thank you so much for the love on the first part of this fic 🫶🫶
cw: face sitting, use of caleb’s evol, pussy eating, fem! chubby reader!, pussy drunk caleb <3, mdni! somewhat proofread!
“b-but… what if i suffocate you?”
to your surprise that’s the last thing on caleb’s mind, the need in his amethyst gaze evident. it’s been a rough day, all he’s had thoughts about were his head in between your pillowy thighs and the sweet taste of your juicy cunt on his tongue. his calloused hands massage and squish into the plush of your doughy hips before pulling you down closer to his face, pressing a chaste kiss to your inner thigh.
“that’s kind of the point, angel.” caleb coos, his hearty chuckle sending tiny tingles up your calves. you can feel his warm breath fanning against you down there, his lips mere centimeters from your aching cunt. his thumb traces over the soft lips before spreading them, revealing your hooded clit. saliva pools in his mouth at the sight. “she’s sooo pretty, just let me get a tiny taste. ok?”
with hesitation you lower yourself onto his face until you’re fully seated, caleb in turn wasting no time. his tongue swipes in between your folds hungrily, lapping up your honey and savoring its delicious taste. slurping and muffled groans are all you can hear as you squirm and writhe from the pleasure. he sounds so lewd, sticky tongue swirling and licking away at your core as he moans into your pussy.
“m-mmph! c-caleb!” you whine, your legs trembling as it becomes too much. your hips lift off of caleb for a split second only for him to pull you down. “mm, don’t run.” he groans, his swollen lips latch on and the grip he has on your thighs tightens, locking you in place so he can devour you properly. a heavy pressure sits at your waist, his evol making it impossible to move a muscle.
was caleb being a bit greedy? yes, absolutely. could you blamer him? he needed all of you on his fat tongue, needed your soft inner thighs squeezing his head every time he sucked on the right spot, the lack of oxygen made his eyes roll back and his cock swell. to him he was in heaven, and you were an angel, his angel. “sho good, baby, sho good.” he murmured, moaning at the feeling of his hair being tugged.
you helplessly grind your needy pussy against his mouth, the timidness you sported before melting away as need pangs in your tummy. you were so close, he could feel your hole clenching and puckering around his wriggling tongue. “fuck! caleb, aah!” your thighs snap together when his thumb finds your clit, trumming it and giving it a small pinch. your squeals bounce off the walls but he can only hear you faintly.
your high comes all at once, the tight coils in your tummy come undone as caleb swallows down everything you have to give, the intoxicating sweet taste lingering on his tongue. he releases you from his hold finally, cuddling you as you whine into his chest. “i kinda got carried away there… using my evol like that, sorry sweetheart.” the sincerity in caleb’s eyes and the over saturated blush blotched across his cheeks made you giggle.
“don’t apologize… i kinda liked it. we should definitely try that again~”
I'm mad that you fine bitches can't seem to understand this. But I suppose I'll go over this lesson again for the class, SINCE YA'LL HAVEN'T BEEN DOING YOUR HOMEWORK, I GUESS?!
The LADS men love chubby women. ADORE THEM, mind you.
And I whole-heartedly believe that. Believe it with my ENTIRE BEING in fact. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM TOLD ME SO THEMSELVES, SO EAT IT!
On a scale from one to OH MY GOD STOP HOVERING OVER MY FACE, PARK THAT MASERATI OF A PUSSY IN THIS DRIVE-IN MOVIE THEATRE OF A MOUTH.....................................I'd say they're all pretty up there yeah HAHAHAHAHHA
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I got distracted and only wrote Sylus and Xavier...I wanted to get this out of my drafts for the baddies out there. Will I get back and write the rest??? I am not sure LOL. But I hope you guys enjoy.
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Sylus ⟶ He's a lover boy at heart, through and through, come on now. I'm tired of you guys not believing that shit SAY IT AGAIN FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK WHO DON'T GET IT LIKE WE DO. I think he actually gets so offended when you think he can't take you or your love. You worried you can't go zip-a-dee-doo-dah wild with his black card in the most expensive mall in the city after he SPECIFICALLY TOLD YOU to go find yourself an new wardrobe of cute clothes because none of the fancy stores carry your size in bulk? Then you must not have heard him right. You're getting those clothes. If they don't have clothes that fit you first of all, they don't deserve his copious amounts of moolah anyways if they can't support his baby, but you really like the style of their fashion, then we're getting them tailored to fit you perfectly. One of a kind. EXPEDITED SHIPPING TO THE HOUSE TOO BITCH.
He is fashion diva #1. He expects a full fashion show of your haul when you get home. Yes, he knows that he saw you try everything on only hours ago. He was there to watch you whip out his card but flex by signing the receipt in his delicate handwriting, smirk and all at how the cashier's jaw dropped when she saw the huge number that the bill read. But he couldn't truly savior you then! While you were enchanting, he also couldn't shake off the jealousy brewing in his heart at the idea of the store employees being able to gawk at your beautiful body too. That put him on edge more than anything. Plus, the wine that they offered him while waited for you in between you running into the changing room and coming back out to show him the new look with a beautiful smile on your gorgeous lips was bland as fuck. It couldn't compare to his private collection of Chateau Lafite Rothschild, that's for sure.
Sylus dimmed the lights to set the mood as he sat back on his favorite comfy chair that you hand picked out for the home, and began his show. Every outfit you come out of your shared bedroom in, every new style you present, it all sends a thrill up his spine. The way your body curved and moved in the clothes just made him fall in love with you all over again. The wine both dulls his senses while he enjoys the view and loosened his lips further and further each time you prance out into the cozy living room.
"I knew a halter neckline would look exquisite on you. You know I adore your shoulders and arms. Ah—don't try to cover yourself. I'm trying to enjoy my show."
"Oh, that skirt is just divine, my love. You know I love how you look in dark red."
"I remember this one. You said you wanted to match my suit jacket with this, yes? Wear it out to dinner together sometime? Hm~, I love it."
"Oh, my~. That dress...mmm~. Rather short, isn't it? No, I'm not saying you should return it. You'll just have to save that one for home, dear. I don't want anyone getting the foolish idea that they are allowed to look upon the parts of you that are mine alone to indulge in~."
"Kitten...~"
You saved the best for last. A full body ruby red lacy lingerie set. Intricate lattice ribbon work danced across your shoulder blades. Strings and layers of lacy keep everything in check, but tease just enough to show the goodies underneath. Bows dot around your best features, the crest of your cleavage, on top of your beautiful wide hips, even on the back of your matching red panties right above the curve of your ass. You paired them with special matching thigh high stockings and lacy garter belts that hug your plushness mouth-wateringly so.
You made sure to keep this purchase a secret from Sylus. You didn't want to ruin the surprise. So when you whined sweetly to him that you were just "sooo thirsty for a sweet treat~, would you be the sweetest boyfriend ever and get me something cold~?", he didn't hesitate to march off on his valiant quest for his princess. You hatched your plan then. You scurried back to the store you had just been in and enlisted the help of the woman behind the counter. You asked for her help to secretly hold the clothes for you behind the counter so you could come back and purchase them as a surprise for your man when he wasn't looking, and she gladly aided in your cause. You purchased them, with her even specially wrapping the pieces so Sylus couldn't peak at what you purchased, and gave her your thanks, before running back out to the entrance of the store. You caught him walking back just in time, with a icy cold beverage for you in hand. He had asked what you had gone back to buy, but you gave a small white lie saying it was the cardigan that you had tried on that you were on the fence about.
So, when you waltzed out in more, or should I say, less than just a fuzzy sweet cardigan? He couldn't have been more pleased.
Safe to say, the rest of his bougie glass of wine was unfortunately forgotten on the side table, as he promptly stood up, glided over to you your side. You allowed him to grasp your hand and place the most sweetest and sincerest kisses upon your delicate flesh. He then grabbed your other hand with his, and lifted both of your arms as if he was about to being to dance you around. At the precipice of your wing span however, he released your palms from his grasp, but dragged his forefinger and middle finger together down your arms.
First, pit stopping at your wrists. He grasped them with his thumbs and two fingers, resting his thumb along your inner wrist. He sat there a beat and only moved on once he felt your pulse thump thump rhythmically beneath his grasp. He'd never tell you this, but feeling your heartbeat against his skin makes him want to backflip into the air and hold you closer than he ever has before. You heart beat racing for him gives him both the knowledge that you are here with him and you are safe at his side, and it also lets him know your true feelings about anything, mainly concerning how you feel for him, when weaving through the web of your teases and snickers get to be too confusing to decern.
He trails his fingers further down your arms, taking his time scanning his eyes around to admire you for you. Exploring the peaks and valleys of the cellulite around your arms and legs, tracing the stretch marks that chase each other around your biceps and breasts, caressing the bumps of soft fat that form your heavenly waistline, aaaaall the way down to his other favorite pretty kitty.
Before he could pin you against the cream-colored wall behind you and worship you like the woman that you are, you quickly pull him into a raunchy kiss by the back of his silver head. You mash your plush lips across his, and whine that you can't take it anymore. Sylus couldn't agree more.
Somehow, you two end up in the bedroom, and he has you pinned beneath him. You think you got here right after Sylus wrapped your arms around his neck, and hoisted you up by the backs of your knees into his arms. He carried you back, saying something along the lines of, "A gorgeous lady should be treated to a soft surface before getting ravished within an inch of her life~", all so he can show you just how much he appreciates you little surprise~.
Your legs are spread wide for his stocky body to fit in between, your hands are pinned by one of his above your head, and Sylus is currently sucking hickies into any open square inch of skin the lingerie allows him to see. Oh, don't worry, he'll appreciate the rest of your clothed skin in due time. When he rips off the rest of the beautiful lace hiding his gift from him, that is.
However, before giving in to your siren call of desire and delivering to you the pleasure that you oh so desire and deserve, he holds for a beat. You wrists are in his hands, fingers twitching under his dominant vice. You think he's stopping so he can hear you beg just a little harder, and so you do wiggling your plush hips and sticking out your bottom lip a little further to show him just how much he means to you. But it's not for that, as wonderful as your pleads are to hears.
He waits for your pulse again.
Thump thump thump thump.
Sylus smirks.
He is thrilled that he can still get your heart racing for him. Him, and him alone.
Xavier ⟶ *in Raquelle's voice* You're joking... The man who is obsessed with sleepy beddy-bye go night-night time? The man who craves a warm, soft, fluffy pillow to lay his head down on more than he craves to breathe? That man? You're saying he isn't a fat girl enthusiast?! Yea, sure, okaaaaay... *mega side eye*
BUT YOU'D BE WRONG, HOE! He can sense a chubby baddie from a mile away. He's like a shark; he's cute and all over you in seconds. He can't help but want to drape himself all over you all the damn time. Hugging you from behind, arms wrapped around your thick waist. Looping his arm through your own and resting his head on your shoulder. Laying his head in your pillowy lap when you've sat down on the couch to read, play video games, watch a movie—anything. He's there. He's you're little quiet shadow.
When you aren't there to be with him or when you ask for a little personal space...all hell breaks loose. He's INSTANTLY pouting. Xavier is like a spoiled first born child. He's all nice and sweet when he gets what he wants, but the minute there's resistance to his needs? He's throwing a tantrum. Well, he's not kicking and screaming, he's more mature than that.
He just...finds a round-about way to get what he wants.
So, here's how it goes. You're sitting up on your guy's bed, all cuddled up in your fuzzy blanket, surrounded by your mountain of pillows, the room is cold and dark except from the blinding light from the television in currently playing your favorite show that you're rewatching for the nth time, and life couldn't be better. The only thing that is missing is your kind and caring and needy boyfriend. However, you're feeling mischievous. You want to see how far you can push Xavier. See how much resistance he'll put up with before he decides to tear the walls down and take you for himself.
So, when you inevitably hear Xavier open the front door, kick off his shoes, and start to make his way up to your shared bedroom, you know its finally time. The man comes in, slouched and groggy from a long day. All he wants to do is lay down with you and sleep every ounce of tiredness and exhaustion away with you by his side. So when he sees you laid in bed all pretty and practically on a silver platter of holy grail fluffy fuzzy cuddlable goodness? Yea, he needs that mfing cooking so bad.
He first tries to come over to your side of the bed. He wraps his arms around your back and leans in with his lips puckered, aiming to land a kiss on you as a greeting, but you hold up your hand to block his sneak attack. He blinks, unsure of why his lips have met your soft hand rather than your own luscious lips, and you proceed to tell him you're overstimulated and just need "a little space for a bit".
Yeah, right, lover boy.
He goes straight into a his signature pout. Crystal eyes downturned in a scowl at the notion of not being able to love on his starlight, but he concedes. He accepts your reason, and moves back to take off his work attire to slip into something more comfortable. Once he's in his jammies, he tries to go to his side of the bed to lay down and silently pray that you'll let him latch on to your side so he can leach bit by bit of love from you until you give in, but you stop him there too. You ask him for space and even propose that he go sit on the couch.
To say he is distraught is the understatement of the century.
He can't believe what he is hearing. Shocked and frustrated at the devious play you made, he asks if you're okay and if can get you anything. At the end of all his frustration, he is still such a gentleman at heart. You can't help but giggle, and say that no, you're okay, just feeling weird.
Xavier, ever in his "I love my girlfriend so much you don't understand" mindset, chooses to give you your space in peace. He painstakingly grabs a pillow from his side of the bed and wishes you well, reminding you that he is right outside on the lonely cold, sad couch if you need him. He trots away to the door, opens it, and makes the decision to look back at you with the saddest look you've ever seen grace the man's features. He looks like he's a sad little puppy dog left outside to be soaked by the rain, left to wonder if anyone even loves him in this world anymore. He also clutches the measly little pillow in front of him with both of his arms, carrying it like its his sole possession left to his name. Realizing you're not gonna cave, he sighs and walks away for real this time. You almost couldn't keep your laughter in.
He lasts for not even a full five minutes.
Xavier comes barreling back into guys' room and stands menacingly at the doorway entrance. His arms are crossed and the pillow he previously carried off with him is now plopped unceremoniously on the ground beside his feet. He doesn't even take a second to march over to you, flop down on bed, and shove his face into your neck. You giggle and squeal, but it's no use. He wraps his arms tightly around you and doesn't let go. He nuzzles and digs his way into your warm squish like a tick preparing to latch onto its latest meal.
"You were just toying with me, weren't you?"
He pushed his cold as fuck hands underneath your shirt to clasp onto your back. You squeal and not totally in pleasure this time, wiggling around to try and knock him off of your sensitive skin. He doesn't care. Xavier just begins to nip at you with soft and loving pinches of his teeth. You can feel a small smile thread across his lips, so you know he is not too mad at your silly behavior.
"I heard you giggling down the hall. I bet you thought it was so funny to imagine me all cold and sniveling on the couch. Deserted, betrayed." He is much too dramatic for his own good.
You can't tell when it begins, but his little grazes of his teeth along your collarbone slowly morph into suckles and drags of his tongue along your neck. You can't help but begin to let out soft little pants and even a whine when his teeth get involved in the game. He repositions you so that his thigh is in between your slightly spread doughy thighs. He has never told you, but he adores the way your thighs touch his body. Like, even when you've spread your legs amply for him, you thighs still touch slightly, and he doesn't know why it gets him going but it does. He wants you to squeeze down on his thigh and
He pants, swerving his head up to be eye level with you, a much more sinister glint is present now in his pupils than when he first came home. With that, you know you've succeeded in your mission.
"Want to see how pushing me to the edge makes me really want to behave for you?"
Zayne
Rafayel
Caleb
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Let me know if you guys would like a follow up to this post! Love you guys. <3
