“bet i can make this pretty pussy squirt huh?” simon looked down at you with malevolent eyes. you’re breathing hard and heavy as you strain your neck to look past your chubby tum and watch simon’s assault on your puffy clit.
“nghh!” you’re crying out as his movements against your cunt continues its speed. you began to feel this odd pressure bubble up in your lower region. “s-si—si, si—i have to-i have to pee!” your voice hurries in a high tone as simon stares down between your legs with dark concentrated eyes.
your man chuckles and ignores your cries with the most malevolent grin. unsurprisingly, he knew you weren’t gonna cum normally like you did. no, with the way your pretty cunt was fluttering around his thick fingers more than usual and how your spongy walls gripped his digits like a vice; simon knew exactly what was on the way. “no you dont, sweetheart. ‘s somethin’ else. let it out for daddy, yeah?”
you shake your head urgently, almost feeling as if this was torture, knowing you secretly loved behind held down by your man like this. but you couldn’t hold that burning feeling in your pussy anymore; you had to let go.
“please please, i’m gonna piss myse—“ your mouth falls open as little spurts of clear liquid erupt from your cunt, simon grinning and fastening his assault on your poor clit when the intensity of your orgasmic waterfall increases. you feel tears fall down your heated cheeks as simon’s practically knuckles deep between your legs, still earning that orgasm from you. “oh my g—fuckkk!”
“daddy got you,” he cooed, continuing to rub at your fat nub while you squirted all over him. “daddy got you, lovie. let it all out princess.”
“nghh daddyyy!” you cried out, feeling your breath taken away from you as you couldn’t stop squirting for the next thirty seconds. you don’t know how you had this much built up in you; but the longer simon’s thick digits were inserted into your pussy, the harder you came around him.
when he finally sensed you’d had enough for the night, simon removes his fingers from inside you, eliciting a heavy exhale from you. with a loving kiss to your clit, all puffy from overstimulation, simon places a final kiss on the inside of your thigh with a silent you did good baby in his gesture.
he picks your panties and lays them out for you each morning on his side of the bed. often writes a small note about what he was thinking of you while he picked that pair specifically.
when he’s away at work you know by now to send him pictures of your cute self throughout the day. different poses, different lighting, how you look in that particular pair panties on the bed or on the sofa or in the kitchen making a snack.
will often and eagerly take you out panty shopping and spend a minimum of 200 (quid, dollars, u get it) on undies for you. cotton pairs, silk pairs, mesh pairs, g strings, crotchless, lady briefs, you name it he wants to see you in it all.
panty lover price has a specially designated hamper for just your used undergarments. when you originally asked, he brushed it off with the reasoning of “delicates sweetheart, those usually have special washing instructions yeah? best to keep them pre sorted before wash days.”
when you started noticing pairs disappearing off the top— you knew john had other ulterior motives for keeping your used panties in a separate bin.
when he does get home, your husband has tunnel vision. hardly even kicking off his boots and removing his vests and gear before calling out and searching for you, his sweet love, waiting for him at home comfy and cozy in his t shirt and your specially picked out knickers.
today he finds you napping in his den of all places. you’re curled up the huge armchair he always sits in while enjoying his cigars. his heart aches at the sight of your soft skin and plush belly, the oversized shirt has ridden up your tummy, your bum arched and poked out like you fell asleep waiting for him to mount you from behind. john lightly runs his fingertips along the fabric of the peach embroidered panties.
his cock was stiff all day at the thought of your soft cunt resting against the velveteen fabric, his mind spinning at how delicately delicious you were between your thighs.
his cock swells now as he’s standing up against your relaxed body, the center of your panties dark and damp with your anticipation for him. he can’t help it —john grips your wide hips with calloused hands and ruts.
your resounding mewl from the groggy pleasure is sweet music to his ears. perfect, you’re up now.
a/n: i could get nastier with this,,, should i get nastier w this ? comments, reblogs, likes always appreciated :3💗 (ill kiss u)
Pairing: Plus Size (Although not mentioned frequently) Former Art Teacher!Reader x Simon Riley
Warnings: Check warnings on specific parts.
Series Summary: Reader is an art teacher at a Cambridge, UK public school when an apocalypse overcomes the world. She becomes the caretaker of two of her students who are left behind: A teenage boy with anger issues and a little girl who can't accept the world is ending. Supplies are running out. Reader has no weapons. Enter Simon Riley, the man who breaks into their shelter. Reader makes a deal with him: Take us to safety and I'll give you the antibiotics you need.
picturing Nikto who loves fucking thick people and their squishy hips
This man will relentlessly be on them as he absolutely pounds their puffy hole. Like deadass grabbing their soft, malleable hips with his tortured hands as he just goes to town on them.
Like, even when he's tired and they're overstimulated, he keeps going just because he LOVES watching the small jiggle from his hips making contact with theirs. He is crazy when he sees jiggle; Nikto will be all over them.
He just likes the plushness. He likes watching his fingers sink into the soft and cute extra flesh that protects his beloved. He would much rather have a softer darling than one such as himself—toned and scarred in ways that weren't purely physical.
Nikto will grab mindlessly at them as he fucks with recklessness. Sure, the bed would be wailing in pain through creaks and squeaks, but damn him for only having one purpose. He'd fuck them from the back, put them in a full nelson, maybe missionary if he was feeling particularly intimate and needy.
Damn... Nikto, come grab my fat thighs ☹️☹️
@fishsinsareacknowledged @xoxunhinged @bumblebeesfromvenus @vxmpyree I NEED YOU TO WRITE CHUBBY READER AND NIKTO NOWWWWWW AAAAHHHH
After 3 kids your body hasn't looked the same and most of the time you knew that your husband was insanely attracted to you. Your kids and the way he was trying to get number 4 to take, should be proof enough. But today the kids were with their aunts and you had a few hours to yourself.
But with time came silence. Silence that apparently should be filled with tormenting thoughts about inadequacies that didnt even exist.
The way you skin was sagging, how your silhouette was just... more, the deep stretchmarks and dark spots, rolls and dimples along your sides, the breasts that settled somewhere near your waist, wide hips and ass that refused to look good in jeans, in your opinion.
Every little thing was just glaring at you. The urge to smash the mirror stronger than usual, your hands already forming fists that you forced to relax again. Your kids and husband were normally drowning out the voices, telling you you weren't good enough, but with an empty house there wasnt the usual chatter and background noise.
God johnny was always your hype man! After every nervous breakdown, every crying session - sometimes he had found you curled around your youngest both with tear stained cheeks - everytime you looked at older pictures and lamented how your body rose like bread dough. Johnny was there, steady and strong, sometimes loud and silly and sometimes so heartachingly serious and quiet but always with love.
Your gaze flitting over your reflection, never quite settling on one place, rather focusing on how clothes littered the floor and a few plushies had found their way into your bed, your youngest still wandering to you when sleep eluded her or a Nightmare crept up. Uncle simon was working on that though. How she was more scared of a spider crawling on her in her sleep, than the freaking boogey man visiting you regularly, was beyond you.
You hadnt heard the door closing and the footsteps drawing nearer, absorbed in your musings and judging how your stomach in particular looked.
Stopping short on entering the room, johnny caught sight of you standin in front of the mirror and couldnt keep the soft loving grin off his face. You were absoloutly breathtaking, a life giving deity, he lives to worship at your altar. But he could still recognize the look of uncertainty hung over your features like a veil.
"Mo chidre, are the voices loud again?", he mumbled softly. "Yeah, 'effie' is particularly scathing today", was your resigned answer.
By no means were you ever a thin woman and the part that shoudlve loved yourself never quite developed. Getting told you were unhealthy for existing, that you'd be so pretty if you just lost a few pounds, getting looks because you dared to take up space.
You wanted to put that all behind you, start living without those pesky doubts floating in your head, really show your kids to love themselve unapologetically and not be shadowed by opinions not their own.
But johnny, oh your johnny... He loved you not despite all that but because it made you you and he was in love with every version of you. He loved every new mark, every hair, every pound and wrinkle, he loved your body and your soul. How your body changed when you grew his kids and build a home out a house. He was more in love now then he was 15 years ago because then he never knew what joy, what life and warmth youd share with him.
He was glad to be off the field and on desk duty if only to be present to catch you whenever your knees buckled under the pressure.
He was especially glad to be home now, seeing you look down on the woman he adored and being beaten up by your own brain.
The particularly scathing voice called 'effie', aptly named after a nasty ex, was sadly not one he could drown today.
You both knew today wasnt a day you would able to believe your husband.
He was telling the truth, always, but sometimes your own reality was so warped you couldnt see past every conceived flaw. Tomorrow you could brace differently against your own brain, could at least come to a truce with your body, but for now it was okay to let Johnny be your shield.
"C'mere hen" you hadnt noticed that johnny stood now behind you, staring tenderly at your through your now shared reflection. He was waiting for you to initiate the contact, not wanting you to recoil if you didnt want to be touched.
You took a step back into johnnys embrace and he wrapped around you like he belonged there. Maybe there was something to that ancient greek myth, that people were once creatures with 8 limbs and zeus damned them to wander and search for their other half after being seperated. Otherwise you found no explanation as to why johnnys presence helped as much as it did, why you felt whole again.
He was leading you to your shared bed, climbing in and holding open the blanket for you, waiting until you settled into his waiting arms and he could finally hold you against his chest.
"I know that nothing I could say will make 'effie' shut up today but i still want her to know, that she wont get rid of me so easily. You both should know by now that I'm persistent as a barnacle or we wouldnt even be here today.
I saw your beauty before and I see it shine now more that ever. And i'm forever grateful that you gave me a chance, even when you didn't believe me at the time. A bit good faith, your sparkling eyes and my charming personality were the start of our wonderful life. And let me tell you I love all those changes, big and small, you've ever gone through, every mark and blemish that shows itself and I love the life you've given to me, to our kids.
Even if I could pop out kids, they'd never turn out as perfect as when you created them!", that made you snort but he wasnt finished and now his hands began to wander.
"I adore the place our kids have called home their first 9 months, the arms that hold me together when all my pieces seem to fall apart, the voice that called me back from every deployment, the warmth you bring everywhere, the strength you show even when you dont see it, the safety you bring in our lifes.
Without you there'd be no home. And the body that this life build? I couldnt be more besotted with every part. I'm in awe of how much you endured and every 'mark' ist testament to that. The stretchmarks that glow in the light, the dimples and folds that show me where to place my hands, the little bruises where a toy hit you a bit too hard. If asked, i couldnt make a choice what my favourite part of you is. But you do know that I have a slight affinity for your hips and stomach.
And I know that everything I just said resonates with you, that you want to believe it wholeheartedly, and you will. I promise it will feel more like your reality, just maybe not today."
By the time he was finished, you were softly weeping and clutching him for dear life.
He tightened his embrace, holding you together and murmured "I love you, not the vessel that holds you. You make this body beautiful and I'd never want to change about you. You and our kids are my whole world and i'd give everything to let you see yourself through my eyes." You nodded slightly "tomorrow i'll try again" you promised silently.
You could feel him shuffle a bit and reach for his phone. "What are you doing", was muffled in his shoulder.
"Just textin my sisters to keep the brood for the night", was his answer.
"What.. No Johnny you cant just spring 3 kids on someone!", you exclaimed scandalized.
"Hush now, cait and maisie we're asking when the next 'aunty weekend' whould happen anyway", in that Moment you heard a notification coming in and judging from johnnys grin of triumph, he was right with about his sisters.
"Everything ist handled, m'eudail and the kids are over the moon." That pulled a wet chuckle from you. Yeah that sounded about right, the kids just adoring their aunts and grandmother and jumping on every opportunity to spend time with them.
"And now we'll sleep a bit more and then i'll pamper you in all the ways I know you love", he rumbled with a exaggerated eyebrow wiggle that pulled a wet chuckle from you.
"mhm I love you", you whispered. The last thing you heard, before you slipped into morpheus arms, was his own 'i love you'.
!!content warnings: König is younger than canon, pistol mentioning, idk this is just fluff. Chubby reader. Extensive description of how to make a condensed milk cake. Maybe a bit out of character.
3,7k words — English isn't my first language, i apologize for any mistakes.
Since that day, you and König have been talking practically every day through the cellphone, König would often talk about his day and his new projects, sending you photos of the new paintings he was working on and recently, he started a new hobby: learn digital art. He would send you screenshots of his drawings, they were... Certainly something, it wasn't as great because he was used to work on a canvas with paint and such but, he was trying at least.
If he disappeared for 3-4 hours, you were sure he was just working on whatever his mind was thinking of, painting, digital art or even ceramic, yeah, he also started ceramic. He was trying to occupy his mind with something and it was obvious... You just didn't know he was trying to occupy his brain because you were everything in his mind.
König was having trouble painting because he couldn't focus on anything but you, his happiness was texting you everyday and looking at the selfies you send him anytime you were doing something mildly interesting, watching a movie, cooking, baking, oh god, baking, he could kill someone to taste those brownies you baked practically every weekend. He really wanted to ask you out on a date but he didn't have the guts to, you were such a pretty girl, who was he to think he had a chance with such a beautiful girl?
On your side... Well, it was the same. You were too shy to ask him out on a date, he was such a busy guy, he was painting and when he wasn't painting he was training his digital art and when he wasn't training he was doing ceramic, you didn't want to bother him. Your heart skips a beat every time he sends a photo of what he was working on, his face wasn't even on the photos but you were so in love it didn't even take too much to make you kick your feet and smile like a fool...
"Who are you talking to?" Suddenly, your father kicked you out of your thoughts, he was frowning and trying to peek on your phone as you were eating. You were already an adult but old habits never die to your father.
"M...my friend, his name is König." You reply, showing him the conversation, Anton takes a look and nods. "Your boyfriend?" He asks, you blushes slightly and shakes your head, "N-no, he's just a friend." You stutter. He gives you a look like 'yeah, sure' and then goes back to the living room, leaving you in the kitchen to finish your lunch.
You didn't have anything to do that day. You wanted to go out with your friends but they were all busy, you didn't have a photoshoot today, no modeling or something, so you would just enjoy the day, just being lazy... So you decided to bake a cake! Why not?
You looked for a recipe on the internet and found one you found interesting, 'Condensed Milk Cake'... Hmm, sounds good! And you have all the ingredients, luckily.
You grab the apron that was probably too old for its own good and protect your hair and start making the cake, it was therapeutic. In a large bowl, you pour the condensed milk, whisk in butter and the vanilla extract, over the bowl, sift four and the baking powder over the condenser milk mixture. After that, you grab the rice cooker, grease the interior with butter and pour in the batter, spreading it evenly in the rice cooker, you decide to top with some chocolate chips, put the cover on and cook for 20 minutes. After waiting, you pick a toothpick and poke the cake, it comes out clean so it means it is ready! You place a plate on top of the rice cooker pot and carefully invert. The scent of vanilla and condensed milk infested the kitchen. It was so good, you were proud of yourself, it looked delicious!
Your father walks in the kitchen, "What are you doing?" He asks, frowning slightly before he sees the cake, "Oooh, it looks good. Gimme a slice." He picks a knife and goes to cut the cake but oh no, your father didn't have the reputation of being the best cake cutter.
"Waaaaait!" You shouts, trying to stop him but your father was a man on a mission. He cuts a huge part out of the cake and walks away, you can practically see the evil smile on his face as he goes to his room, leaving you with less than a half of the cake... Goddamnit.
You sigh and decide to take a photo of the... Half cake you have, you grab your phone and try to get the best angle of it but yeah, a cake cut in half wasn't the most aesthetically pleasing thing ever.
Eating a slice of the cake while watching something was a pleasing experience at least, watching some old humoristic sitcom your father had on DVD since the 90s that he refused to get rid of was nice at best. You hear a notification coming from your phone and check it... It was König!
'Hallo, are you free tonight? I would be pleased to have dinner with you.'
You found it amusing how he always wrote it grammatically correctly, you could've never, sometimes you just forget how to write some words.
'Yeah, I'm free! Where do u wanna meet?'
'Meet me at the park, I am going to take you to the restaurant from there, at 7pm. Don't be late.'
You smile, he was always so assertive and direct sometimes, it was nice though, at least he wasn't confused about what he wanted and treated you well.
You start getting ready at 5pm, showering, doing your makeup, choosing the best clothing, fixing your hair, airdrying it and, oh god it's already 6:56pm! You run out of the house, forgetting to bring your lip oil.
You go to the park and look around for König, it was 7:04pm. You feel a cold hand on your shoulder, looking over your shoulder...
"Oh, hi Kö! How are you?" It was König! He didn't seem mad at you, good. He smiles and gives you a little pat on the head.
"I'm fine. Let's go to my car." Simple as ever. He takes your hand and leads you to the car, opening the car door for you. You two make small talk in the car on the way to the restaurant. He was wearing some nice clothes, a white button shirt that was rolled up to his elbow, black tailored pants with a belt and black shoes. It was minimalistic and he looked good on it. You could see some scars on his arms, that was interesting, maybe he wasn't always an artist.
The restaurant was nice, had a warm atmosphere and some relaxing jazz music playing. You order some alfredo pasta and chicken with some orange juice, he orders steak with onion, rice, salad, some rustic potatoes and... You lost track of the list after that, he was a bottomless pit. Oh, he ordered some apple juice for himself too.
"So, what do you like to do in your free time? When you're not doing paintings and such." You were the one to start the conversation, noticing that Konig was more of the quiet type and that, depending on him, the date would be mostly silence and eating.
"I enjoy... Uh... I enjoy television shows, I watch it when I'm... I'm not doing art..." He stuttered, not looking at you directly, you noticed that he was very nervous, his hands shaking, it was very different from the man you met before. Maybe you were starting to get under his shell.
Your soft smiles didn't help much. His mind was going a mile a second, his hand shaking and his body couldn't relax, he felt like everyone was staring at him, why wouldn't they? He's on a date with a cute girl while he looks like this giant freak, you probably don't even like him, you're just with him because you pity him youcangetsometingbetterthanhimyou—
"König?" Your soft voice slaps him out of his trance, his eyes focusing on your worried expression, "Are you okay? You seem... I don't know—" "I'm fine." He cuts you off, his hands still fidgeting underneath the table.
You were a bit confused and even a little shocked. He was so serious, confident before and now he's shaking like a wet cat. Well, he's trying to hide it but it's obvious, someone his size can't hide. You decide it's best to let him relax, stay silent for a while, let him recompose.
Well... His brain was going miles an hour, waiting for YOU to say something, to talk about something YOU like, maybe you could even forget he's there and just ramble away his anxiety... But that doesn't happen. He's waiting for you to talk and you're waiting for him to speak. Both so awkward, his anxious behavior getting into you, where you are scaring him? Why? What have you done? Did you do something that made him uncomfortable? Doeshenotlikeyouanymore-
Then, the waiter arrives after what felt not even a second, you swear you had just ordered not even 10 minutes ago. The waiter places your order in front of him and two of König's extensive list of food, the potatoes and the beef. The orange juice being placed in the middle for the both of you.
He awkwardly starts cutting his beef, the cutlery was so small in his hands that it made a task as simple as cutting a steak difficult. You eat your pasta, staring at nowhere as your mind is non stop thinking that you did something wrong. You both reached for the orange juice glass, his fingers touching yours before he flinched his hand away, just reassuring that he was scared of you on your worried brain.
The rest of the date was... Not cozy, just two looked like two pathetic wet cats that didn't know where their mama went and was scared of the world. He pays for everything, even if you insisted that you had money. You two step out of the restaurant, some significant distance from each other, and just... Staying there, waiting for the one another to say something.
"Look-" "I'm sorry-" You two speak up at the same time, eyes meeting in an anxious atmosphere, silence remains for a few seconds. "Hear-" "I apologize-" Interrupting one another again, the atmosphere getting tenser and tenser, you both take a deep breath, taking a step closer to each other. He let you talk first.
"I'm sorry, I'm not aware of what I did but I apologize for making you uncomfortable." You speak up, playing with the hem of your clothes as you try to sound not nervous.
He frowns slightly before sighing and nodding, "I'm the problem. You're not the problem, I've always been this... Social awkward, since I was a teenager. It's not your fault." He reassures, taking a step closer... Closer... Closer until he's right in front of you. He looks at you... "It's going to snow, you should go home." Before he lifts your chin and gives you a forehead kiss...
Then he turns around and walks away, you don't know that but he's panicking inside, his hands shaking and his heart beating like a drum, his face red as a tomato... That man saw you naked and is flustered because he gave you a forehead kiss! Men...
Well, you were blushing too, your mouth opened slightly in shock... The snow starts to fall, the cold feeling makes you feel even hotter inside, it has just started. You didn't know what to do so you do the same as him, you turn around and walk home... No, you can't do that. You stop in your tracks, turn back and start running towards him.
"König!" You shouts, making him stop and turn to see you. You don't know what you're doing and why but you feel like you need to do this. You reach him, panting, you weren't used to exercising. "I'm- I'm-" "You don't need to be sorry, it's okay." He cuts you off.
"No, that's not it, I-i... I-" You look up at him and you just... Can't finish your phrase, he's so handsome your heart beats and your brain stops.
He smiles softly and ruffles your already messy hair, "You shouldn't stay outside, you're gonna catch a cold... Wanna go to my place?" He speaks up, and honestly, he's being too damn bold, his heart feels like it's gonna explode out of his chest, he's trying to keep this cool guy persona but... That's not him.
You definitely didn't want to freeze outside so... "Y-yeah, sure." You nod. He takes your hand and starts walking to his car. This all feels too... Unbelievable... Damn, you're going to a guy's house after the first date? What are you? You silently judge yourself but König isn't like other guys... You hope.
The car ride back to his place was silent, some random song in German playing on the radio. His car was fine, definitely not the best or the most expensive but also not the cheapest, it was a nice car that had the necessary to live. When arriving at his place, the snow was already filling the streets with its soft whiteness, he opens the door and gets inside after you. The place was... Nice? It was a bit messy but it was comfortable.
"Make yourself at home. The TV has a little sound problem but nothing that will bother you, I'm going to take a shower, there's a few snacks in the drawers in the kitchen if you feel hungry." He welcomes you, giving you a faint smile before going to his bedroom.
You look around... Should you explore? Yeah, why not? As soon as the shower starts, you begin to wander around the house. The drawers were filled with snacks and the fridge with water, milk and egg... Nothing else. How did this man lived? Whatever. You go to the living room and turns on the TV, putting on your favorite show, yeah, the sound definitely has a problem but your ears would probably get used to it, it was some sort of faint static it could be heard on the background but whatever. As you wander through the house, the drawer closes to the door catches your eye, you open it and... A pistol and a dog tag. Your eyes widen slightly but then you frown, you take the dog tag and before you can read anything in it, a hand rips the dog tag from yours, your heart falls, your face going pale.
You gulped and looked at König, his face was dark, his eyes filled with disappointment, your eyes immediately went back to the drawer, not wanting to look at him, your hands shaking. He sighs and throws the dog tag back in the drawer and closes it. "Forgot to lock it."
You two stay silent for a while, before you murmur an "Sorry." Nervously. He shakes his head, "Don't be. It's okay to be curious... Just don't do it again." His voice was deep and dark, like if he was giving an order...
"... I'm gonna order some pizza. We can watch a movie, c'mon." He tries to sound more excited as he pulls you by the waist, leading you to the couch. You were still shocked, but trying to relax as you do breathing exercises. He tried to make small talk but you were still thinking about the pistol and the dog tag...
The pizza arrives not long after, he picks it up and goes back to the couch, placing the pizza on top of the living room mini table and putting on some movie on Netflix.
The silence was uncomfortable, the pizza munching sounds not helping. After half an hour, he pauses the movie and looks at you. "I have to explain something to you." He says in a serious tone. You look back at him and gulps, nodding.
He takes a deep breath, "I used to be a soldier, a lieutenant. I was in the army from 17 to 29, almost 30. I retired earlier because of my mental health, it was killing me from the inside." He puts his hand on his chest, "I had no choice. I've done a lot of things that shouldn't have been done and I regret it with my heart."
"You're... A war criminal...?" You ask, the tone quiet and uncertain. He shakes his head, "No... No, not that I'm aware at least." He chuckles nervously, looking away, "I've... Killed a lot of men. My hands are filled with blood... But I've never wanted it, I never wanted to be a soldier, to kill people. I've always loved art, and I'm doing what I want, what I love now and I can't escape my past, it doesn't matter where I go. My soldier self is part of me, I can't get away from it." He vents, his tone getting sadder and more self aware.
You nod, taking a breath and sighing, "I don't know how it feels, how it is to have such a hard backstory... Are you in therapy at least?" You ask and he nods, "I take meds.. I don't want to talk about it."
Nodding, you sigh, "I understand... I'm sorry for sneaking in your things, I shouldn't have done that." You clench your fists and look at your lap, feeling trapped, disappointed at yourself... Until, he takes your chin and lifts your face to look at him. "It's okay." He says, softer, making your heart beat faster. He gets closer... Closer... Closer, until your lips touch his. You immediately kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. He smiles on the kiss and takes you closer by your waist until your legs are on his lap. The kiss is soft, like a make-up kiss, warm.
You were the one to break the kiss, your eyes meeting his... And he panics, "Oh verdammt— es tut mir leid— I'm sorry, you're just so pretty and I'm so awkward, I'm-" He freaks out, immediately taking his hands out of your waist. You smile and giggle.
"It's okay, I liked it." You take him by the cheek, making him look at you. "You- you did?" He asks, not believing you. You nod and smile, "Yeah." "Y-yeah?" "Hell yeah!" You giggles and kisses him, you taking the lead now. This one was much more playful than intense as the last one, you break the kiss a few times because you were giggling and he starts giggling too. He pulls you closer as he lays down on the couch, you getting on top of him. You two start laughing, apparently for no reason at all.
After relaxing, you two just cuddled, he was warm and you even warmer due to your weight. It was comfortable and the closeness was making the heart of the both of you relax. Him giving you forehead kisses from time to time. "Hey... You wanna sleep here?" He asks and you nod, "Sure, why not."
The night falls and you were used to showering before sleeping and you definitely needed one... But you had no clothes to wear! He was okay with sharing the bed with you and you didn't want to smell bad. So you asked for some of his clothes, he at first laughed but then gave you a shirt and some boxers.
For some reason, the water of his shower was freezing cold and had no heating option, so poor you. His shirt was bigger than your, that was rare, that never happened with your exes, it was nice to now have someone that was bigger than you, it makes your heart warm... and the boxers a bit loose but fitted better than the shirt, you put your hair on a bun with a satin scrunchie and go to lay with him. The heater was on so that was nice. "Goodnight." You tell him before he turns off the lights and lays next to him.
..."Can we cuddle? You're warm and I like your weight on top of me..." He asks a bit shyly, your heart beating faster. You look at him and nod, snuggling closer to him, he pulls you closer, getting you slightly on top of him. "Goodnight." "Night..." And you both fall asleep.
When you woke up he was already up. You stretch and yawn, going to the kitchen after fixing your hair (or trying) and he was already there, eating his breakfast. His eyes light up as he sees you, "Morning. I made breakfast! Eat!" He says, sounding excited. You smile and join him, it wasn't the best but it was good enough.
You two spend the afternoon together, watching movies, chatting, playing in the snow. At night, you were ready to go home. He drives you to your place, and in the door, he kisses you goodbye.
You get in the house, very happily, smiling widely and your father notices, he smirks. "Just a friend, uh?" He teases and you chuckle. "Boyfriend now, dad." You correct him playfully and he rolls his eyes.
"I knew it.”
Sorry, this took too long!! I was in a creativity block and didn't know what to do but i hope this is fun to read!!! Love yall, stay safe, xoxo from Kel. Feel free to send me asks!
he loves your stomach. this is for my chubby girls! but specifically, chubby black women <3
he absolutely adored everything about you. from the top of your head, to the tip of your toes. but what he loves most was your stomach. the softness, how warm it was and pretty. your little pudge he would call it even tho it was far from little, he always found himself gripping the extra meat whenever he was sleepy, or anxious. but most of all when he would fuck into you.
“p-pretty baby, daddy loves you” he would whisper into your ear looking at you through the mirror. he large veiny hand gripping and tugging at your stomach, making him go faster because honestly, it turned him on.
he always would be messy when his hand found it’s way to gripping you fullness. always filled your hole with more cum than he ever has before, whimpering like a bitch in heat and growing hard from the deep heavy breaths you would take. “j-just one more. t-then m’done”
let’s not forget about the nights where your legs would lay mindlessly over his shoulders while his face was shoved into your tummy. licks, bites, sniffs. he did it all falling into a deep space of comfortability just from the the squishy-ness. without realizing, he would move down from your belly, to your thick thighs. kissing and sucking, leaving hickeys over your stretched mark skin and licking up the slit of your pussy, spitting out a glob that had your toes curling and nails gripping his hair.
Fam I’m asking for help, I’m struggling and going through it atm please any recommendations for fluff and or soft dom/yandere fics with our cod babygirl blorbos would mean a lot! Love you all stay safe and sane imma just sit in the corner and cry a little.
