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Organization for Transformative Works
The Last Temptation
Chapters: 1 / 1
Fandom: Raven Cycle - Maggie Steifvater
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish
Characters: Ronan Lynch, Adam Parrish
Additional Tags: Weight Gain, Stuffing, Hand Feeding, Intoxication, Mutual Weight Gain, Feeder Turned Feedee, Switching, Alternate Universe - Non-Magical, Established Relationship, Adam Parrish Has No Chill, Ronan Lynch Has No Chill, Food Kink, Belly Kink, Under-negotiated Kink, Chubby Ronan Lynch
Words: 6737
Summary: Adam loves feeding his boyfriend, but what happens when Ronan suggests they try the other way around?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 4 / 6
Fandom: Raven Cycle - Maggie Steifvater
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish
Characters: Ronan Lynch, Adam Parrish
Additional Tags: Weight Gain, Stuffing, Feeding, Hand Feeding, Feeding Kink, Belly Kink, Belly Rubs, Body Worship, Burping, Teasing, Alternate Universe - Non-Magical, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Adam Parrish Has No Chill, Ronan Lynch Has No Chill, no chill to be found anywhere, Fluff and Smut, Sexual Content, Established Relationship, Kink Negotiation, Edgeplay, Sort Of, Kink Exploration, Chubby Adam Parrish, Recreational Drug Use, Marijuana
Words: 17754
Summary: Ronan wanted to savor it the way Adam savored chocolate cake on his tongue. He wanted to keep him like this, for hours. Feed him to get him in the mood, fuck him only after he finished, feed him again, fuck him again, over and over. He wanted to go all day, just like that.
Or: Adam is home for break and Ronan has Plans.
Chapter Summary: Adam cleared his throat in an effort to be serious. “So what are you into, Ronan Lynch?”
To be contrary, he said, “You.”
“Uh huh.”
Ronan gripped the steering wheel and the gear shift tight, breathed in through his nose, out through his teeth, and ripped the band-aid off. “I’m into your fat ass, and your belly, and your—your greedy fucking appetite.”
Amusement still colored Adam’s voice. “What a coincidence, I’m into that, too.”
Additional Tags: Chubby Adam Parrish, Weight Gain, Belly Kink, Belly Rubs, Stuffing, Feeding, Hand Feeding, Food Sex, The Freshman 15 TM, College Student Adam Parrish, Ronan Lynch's Hand Kink, Alternate Universe—Non-Magical, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Established Relationship, Teasing, Adam Parrish is Trying His Best, Kink Negotiation under mild duress, the inherent eroticism of annoying your SO, the mortifying ordeal of being known etc.
Words: 8247
Summary: Ever since Ronan had known Adam, he’d had a strange relationship with food.
There was a dichotomy, it seemed, between the part of him that wanted to savor and the part that wanted to devour. The part that knew it had to survive on less, and the part that always craved more.
Chapters: 1 / 3
Fandom: Raven Cycle - Maggie Steifvater
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish
Characters: Ronan Lynch, Adam Parrish, Richard Gansey III, Blue Sargent
Additional Tags: Chubby Adam Parrish, Chubby Ronan Lynch, Weight Gain, Stuffing, Feeding, Food Kink, Belly Kink, Belly Rubs, Mutual Weight Gain, Hiccups, Teasing, Burping, Alternate Universe - Non-Magical, Weddings, Reunions, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, -Ish, Grad Student Adam Parrish, Mechanic Ronan Lynch, Adam Parrish Has No Chill, Ronan Lynch Has No Chill, Future Fic, Adam Parrish & Richard Gansey III Friendship, Ronan Lynch & Blue Sargent Friendship, Miscommunication, (but they're TRYING), POV Alternating, Rating May Change
Words: 22,754
Summary: Adam Parrish hates weddings. They’re unforgivably ostentatious, absurd displays of wealth and privilege, and they have nothing to do with love. But when he has to go to his best friends’ engagement party, he’s confronted with someone from his past that he’d long since lost contact with: Ronan Lynch.
Over the seven years it had been since they’d seen each other, Ronan had gotten big—much bigger than even Adam, who had put on more than a few pounds, himself. Caught in each other’s orbit and in a whirlwind of overindulgence, Adam and Ronan have to figure out how to rebuild what they lost before the wedding ends and they lose contact again.
trying to hype myself up to work on this more so here's a snippet of Growing Pains chapter 2!
The aisle was unnecessarily narrow, and Ronan had to suck in his stomach and crab walk sideways half the time to fit through it. He fought his way through throngs of passengers and flight attendants and luggage to get to economy seating, and finally he caught sight of Adam.
His eyes were shut but his head was upright, and he clearly wasn’t relaxed in the slightest. He had an unopened book on his lap, some sciencey looking shit. He was by a window, and thankfully the seat beside him was empty, so Ronan threw himself into it and kicked his bag under the seat. He said, “‘Sup.”
Adam’s brow furrowed and he turned to look at him. “What the hell are you doing here, Ronan?”
“I’m sitting here.”
“Why?”
“Felt like it.”
“Oh yeah, you’ve got a first class ticket, but just desperately wanted to come slum it in coach. Forget free champagne and actual leg room.”
“I did, actually.”
Ronan had expected a fight, had braced himself for it, but what he got was a devilish smirk and Adam’s eyes lighting up as he looked him over. He said, “You barely fit in that seat.”
It was, unfortunately, true. The armrests wouldn't stay down all the way because Ronan’s hips pushed them up, and his arm was pressed tightly into Adam’s from shoulder to elbow. He had to keep his legs bent awkwardly because his knees hit the seat in front of him.
He said, “I fit.”
“Barely.”
“Don’t body shame me, Parrish. I’m delicate.”
“You’re something, all right.”
“Look, you’re doing me a favor. You don’t know how insufferable Gansey’s been about this whole trip since he found out about it.”
A hint of pride shown through Adam’s smile. “More than usual?”
“So much more. I haven’t heard about Owen fucking Glendower so much since high school.”
Adam let out a sharp bark of laughter. “Oh, God.”
“You couldn’t pay me to sit through eight hours of that in a row.”
“You’re gonna have to sit through three days of it, anyway.”
“Exactly, so why torture myself more than I have to?”
Adam squirmed, trying to get comfortable. He said, “Are you sure this isn’t its own form of torture?”
Ronan tried to shove the armrest down again and it bit into his side. “I picked my poison.”
“I’d rather listen to 10 PowerPoint lectures about Glendower than this.”
“Shit, Parrish, if it’s that bad, you go sit in first class. You can have my ticket.”
Adam’s expression darkened considerably, his eyes suddenly icy.
Ronan said, “Then you don’t get to complain about me being here.”
“I wasn’t complaining about the company, Lynch, I was complaining about billion dollar airline corporations smashing people like sardines in a metal death trap hurtling through the sky for hours at a time and still having the nerve to charge hundreds or thousands of dollars a pop per ticket.”
“Oh, that.” Ronan wove his hand dismissively. “But at least you have the company. It’s so good to know how much you enjoy my sparkling personality.”
Adam snorted and elbowed him. It didn’t hurt because there was a lot of padding between them and he didn’t have the leverage to get in a good hit. Adam said, “You know, I did have a lot more space before you came along.”
“Does that mean you’re not into cuddling, Parrish? I always pegged you for a closet cuddler.”
“Could say the same about you.”
Ronan grinned. “I’m not closet anything.”
A soft ding sounded over the intercom and the pilot instructed them to fasten their seat belts, stow their bags away, blah blah blah. Adam, always eager to follow instruction from an authority figure, immediately moved to put his seat belt on. The last person who sat in his seat, however, was clearly a fraction of Adam’s size. Ronan watched him fail to buckle it the first time, and then pull the belt looser.
His heartbeat was hammering in his ears, and to cover how affected he was, he said, “Sure you don’t need a seat belt extender, there?”
“Ha ha,” Adam said. He clicked the belt together, defiantly. “If I need a seat belt extender, you definitely need one.”
Ronan scoffed. “I don’t need shit.”
Adam took his bottom lip between his teeth and gave him a thoughtful, lingering look that sent shivers down Ronan’s spine. “Yeah, no,” he said. “I’m gonna need you to prove it.”
Ronan knew damn well it barely fit, because he’d tried it, covertly, as Gansey was fiddling with the luggage compartment and the other idiots were distracted. And that had been in first class. “Gladly,” Ronan said, cocky, hoping that the economy seat belts weren’t any shorter.
Ronan dug the two sides of the seat belt out from under his ass, lifting himself up with a grunt. He slid it out to its widest setting, because there was no use pretending he wouldn’t need the room. Ronan sucked in as much as he was able, but the two sides were still separated. He couldn’t quite see by how much, over his belly. Half an inch, maybe, which was nothing, so he tried again. He pulled harder this time, like the belt was going to stretch or he was going to shrink. Neither happened.
“Don’t strain yourself,” Adam said, laughter in his voice. “You look like you’re gonna pop a blood vessel.”
Ronan dropped the seat belt and let his stomach out and served Adam a dirty look. “Fuck you,” he said.
Adam reached out a hand to tap lightly on Ronan’s belly, two short, gentle pats that sent his belly fat into a wave of motion. Ronan’s gut swooped with shock, adrenaline, desire. Adam said, “It’s all right Ronan. Nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Fuck. You,” Ronan said.
Adam smiled sweetly, and then his eyes darted past Ronan and he leaned forward. “Excuse me, miss,” he said, warm honey dripping from his voice, “Could we please get a seat belt extender for my friend, here.”
The flight attendant said, “Of course, I’ll be right back.”
When she was out of earshot, Ronan turned to Adam and hissed, “You’re such a little asshole.”
Adam grinned, unrepentant and mean. It was one of Ronan’s favorite expressions, and he was having difficulty feigning the appropriate level of anger in the face of it. Adam said, “I’m saving your life.”
