CW: mid/plus-size reader, photos of people wearing lingerie!, mentions of sex/sexual activities
Photos are not indicative of reader's body type/skin colour/other physical attributes! Just meant to be examples, but us bigger girls deserve some rep on here (but also why is it so hard to find cute pics of mid/plus-size girlies that aren't ads or extremely edited?)
All rights go to owners of the photos! I tried to crop out their faces as best I could <3
John Price
Price would love anything feminine. He adores when you play into his housewife kink, parading around the house in babydoll dresses and fur-lined robes (preferably sheer). He wouldn't even bother with taking the pieces off once he gets his hands on you, simply pulling and adjusting where necessary. Not above ripping either, but don't worry, he'll gladly buy you some new sets. Maybe he should get you some of those crotchless panties, poppet, would save him a lot of hassle.
Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish
Listen, as much as he loves it seeing you all dolled up, there is nothing that gets him going quicker than you in some raggedy, hole-ridden comfy clothes, preferably when they're his. His boxers framing your plump ass so nicely, digging into your flesh a bit when you move and his shirt doing nothing to hide the jiggle of your tits while your nipples poke through the fabric. If he sees you like this, his hands are all over you in a split second. God forbid your shirt is cropped, showing off your soft tummy and the underside of your breasts â you couldn't pry him off with a crowbar.
(you cannot tell me Johnny doesn't own some dumbass boxers like this)
Simon 'Ghost' Riley
In fear of repeating myself, I think Simon would also go a little dreamy-eyed over you in your comfies. Except, unlike Johnny, he loves those sweet little pj-sets you wear. He's still a little taken aback every time he comes home to you curled up on his â your â couch. The realization that he has something this sweet to come home to â that he has a home at all, hitting him like a freight train. Like Price, doesn't bother taking your pajamas off when he pounces on you. Just makes it easier for him to tuck you into bed after he's done with you.
Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick
Garters, belts, straps, buckles, the whole thing. And best believe he's the one picking them out, too. You'll randomly find boxes on your bed, the contents in different styles, colours, fabrics. He insists you model them for him, or send him pictures if he's deployed. The sets are an absolute nightmare to get into, but he'll gladly help you take them off, darlin'. Don't mind him though, if he snaps a photo or two in the process. Also loves it when you wear lingerie as part of an actual outfit. What can I say, the man loves showing you off (with the knowledge he's the only one that gets to see the full sets and everything underneath them later).
König
Anything resembling some cheap halloween costume from party city. It honestly doesn't matter to him what; sexy secretary, naughty nurse, you name it. Literally whatever. He will lose his mind a little if you go as far as to engage in some roleplay pertaining to whatever you're wearing â acting like he's your boss or your patient. Oh, a pair of animal ears can and will make his eyes roll back in his head. (He will, however, ensure that your outfits are of relatively good quality â they've gotta outlast a least a few rounds, Schatzi).
Philip Graves
Ugh, he's so nasty (affectionate). He wants you to look hyper-feminine. His perfect little all-american wife (even if you've never set foot in the usa, or don't yet wear a ring on your finger) in her hyper-feminine lingerie, waiting for her soldier to come home. Frilly bras, lacy undies and silky night dresses in white or pink or any pastel shade. He gets off on the innocence they exude â makes him want to ruin you. And then wife you up. Maybe give you a baby or two.
Alejandro Vargas
Corsets!!! Or anything somewhat structured, really. This man adores the shape of your body no matter what, and the way the corset only accentuates the curve of your waist and pushes your tits up so deliciously has him rock fucking hard. If you choose to add some thigh-highs to that with the plush fat of your thighs spilling over the edge you may as well have killed him. He also has this weird infatuation with the marks the corset leaves on your skin after you (or he) take it off.
Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra
This poor man nearly faints the first time you wear lingerie for him (and pretty much every time after that). It doesn't particularly matter to him what it is, but he does like it when you stick to the classics: simple lacy bra and panty set. He likes that it makes you feel confident and (relatively) comfortable, as your comfort is always his number one priority. He also just thinks the simplicity of the sets helps accentuate the beauty of your body, rather than distract from it.
Valeria Garza
Anything expensive. Like, crazy expensive. She has the money, amor, why not spend it on something she enjoys? She'll make sure you only wear the highest quality fabrics (and that goes for all your clothing, by the way, she likes taking care of her girl). There are diamonds glittering all over your body, highlighting all your curves and twinkling with every move you make, and a nice string of pearls disappearing between your folds.
(I couldn't find ANY photos of this type of lingerie on bigger bodies, my apologies. Rest assured Valeria will get everything custom-made for you â remember, only the best for her girl)
(i did a tai/camilo route and i thought it was really underwhelming. i know the characters switch once you switch the main LI but most of these stay the same.)
this is about their personalities throughout the boat party.
elladine = hope. organized the party but still keeps an eye on her friends. as she described it herself, she's the mom friend, and she woke us up to see a meteor shower so... yeah.
nicky = bobby. he's not having anyone's shit this season, despite letting his partner get away with some bullshit sometimes. overall chill but not really. playful but not a lot.
iona = marisol. flirty and competitive. plus, she tries to force the truth out of yasmin and it's kind of over analyzing her.
yasmin = rahim. doesn't open up until the very end and gets very annoyed at maris-, sorry, iona, when she doesn't drop it.
ciaran = henrik. there's a dog and he's having the time of his life as the true puppy he is.
aj = hannah. she's perky and bright eyed about everything in this trip. also, lesbian.
genevieve = noah. too afraid of the answer to ask the question.
miki = lottie. calling people out. also, finding it hard to disconnect her phone because this way she's not getting anyone's validation.
seb = gary. doesn't like the fame, hates small talk and would never leave his hometown unless is for the love of his life.
bill = rocco. he doesn't feel the pressure of fame and continues in his simple ways. bill is building a house and posting on social media instead of branching out and i love that for him. you don't need more to be happy so you do you.
rafi, lily, tai, camilo, harry. well, they're there. and um... they talk and stuff, it's fine.
Oh boy, guess whoâs got another drawpile for ya!! These were just a mess of unprompted doodles, the group consisting of Pixel / @moondoodles , Lonk/Â @seechi-is-a-artistic-kitten , Skye/Â @heroofsky , Taffy(Red)/Â @1cheetah-art , n Azure(Blue)/ @artciclex
Tagging art accounts just in case anyoneâs curious
The world has gone to hell, but you've found your own paradise (or: apocalypse au with task force 141) â plus-size!fem!reader x poly!141
CW: zombie apocalypse (but no real zombies mentioned lol), allusion to smut but doesn't actually happen yet, soap being a horny bastard, implied age-gap?
HEAVILY based on the bill and frank storyline from the last of us but can be read as a generic zombie apocalypse so no worries if you haven't seen/played tlou! Also different format? Is this something?
Captain John Price who, over the years, has become a bit of a survivalist nut â a prepper, if you will.
Sure, his sergeants make fun of him for it sometimes, but he more than anyone knows the shit that plays behind the scenes, the things governments keep hidden, the threats that loom every damn day â so he'd rather be safe than sorry when the world inevitably goes to shit. He's almost smug about it when it does (he hadn't calculated in the zombie aspect of it all, but still)
Unfortunately for him, however, he and the rest of 141 are deployed when outbreak day comes around. More and more cities are bombed by the hour, the population dwindling by the second, and in the week that follows he and the boys are amongst those assigned to evacuate the smaller towns and villages and escort the citizens to quarantine zones â that is, until the QZ's are full and they're under direct order to execute those that didn't make it in.
Now, Price's moral compass has been skewed for some time now. He's done some stuff during his years serving â man or woman, guilty or innocent, it hadn't mattered to him then. It doesn't now, either.
What does him in is the tear that rolls down Soap's cheek when Price shoots the mother and child his sergeant couldn't bring himself to ("Aren't these the people we're 'posed tae protect, cap?")
He convinces his task force to desert that very night (they'd been hesitant, but in the end, they'd follow their captain to hell and back). They gather as many weapons, ammo and MRE's as they can get away with without being caught, and they're off into the night.
Price brings them to his home â a big, old house inherited from his grandparents somewhere in a small, sleepy village. He had spent the better part of his time on leave preparing the house to be self-sufficient should the need arise: generators on solar and wind power, water filters, a chicken coop and a garden set up in the backyard (that, and enough weapons to supply a small army in the garage)
They wait until this village gets evacuated, too, so they can claim it for themselves before raiders come around. They fence off a section of the town, set up traps and cameras, anything to ensure no unwanted visitors can enter, infected or not.
It's their own form of paradise, in a way. (the house has enough bedrooms to give them all their own â they end up in eachother's more often than not)
One day, you fall into their lives â literally. You've fallen into one of their traps, a literal hidden hole in the ground, and within a few minutes you hear the creak of a gate, multiple sets of feet and the unmistakable sound of a gun being loaded ("I'm not infected!" You yell from your hole before they can lay eyes on you, certain they'd shoot you on sight if you didn't)
The first thing you see is the barrel of the gun leering over the edge, before you see its owner â a man with a beard and the most intense eyes you've ever seen. He keeps his gun pointed at you while he makes you recite the alphabet, forwards then backwards, all with your hands held before you to ensure you weren't twitching. You pass his test, it seems, and a ladder is lowered into the hole.
Once you're back on the surface, you see it's not just the man with the beard â there's four of them in total, each looking more terrifying than the last, all muscle and bulk and having the ability to snap you like a twig should they feel the need. There are still guns pointed at you as you explain your situation and simultaneously beg for your life â you were with a group travelling to the nearest QZ, you're the only one left now ("Please, I didn't mean- Please don't hurt me, I'll be out of your hair before you know it â I won't tell anyone about this place! I haven't eaten in three days-")
John and Simon were hesitant at first, but their sergeants manage to convince them to let you inside, offer you some food before sending you on your way again (Soap had been frothing at the mouth a little the moment he had laid eyes on you â sure, they had kept eachother... satisfied, but "Cap, when's the last time any o' us felt the touch o' a lass? 'N such a pretty one at that..." and Price knows he can't deny them when Gaz leans over to whisper how prettily you had begged for your safety, surely it'd do no harm?)
Your eyes widen a little when the scary man with the beard tells you to come with them â your hunger ends up winning the battle with your brain as it tries to convince you that following four big male strangers into their fenced home is not a good plan.
You expected a dented can of beans and maybe a cup of water, so you're definitely more than a little surprised when they usher you into a bedroom with an ensuite, telling you to go take a shower (Soap wanted to follow you into the bathroom, mumbling something about wanting to double check for any bite marks. Ghost had to hold him back by his shirt)
You nearly cry when you feel the stream of hot water on your skin, and feel like you're in some sort of fever dream when you see the clean clothes laid out on the bed for you â granted, they're men's clothes, but anything is better than the rags you had on before.
You start to wonder if maybe you died and are in some sort of weird state between worlds when you come back downstairs to a table that's fully decked out and beautifully presented plates of food.
All of them turn to you immediately and you have to do your best not to falter under their stares (you don't notice the flustered little cough Price lets out at the sight of such a pretty creature in his shirt â god, maybe Johnny was right, it had been a while since he's had a woman, and such a young, plush one at that)
One of them â the one with the darker skin and the prettiest face you've seen in months â is the first to jump into action, hand on your lower back as he ushers you into a chair.
You're convinced you're dead when you bring the first bite to your lips â God, that's good. (Johnny nearly chokes on his food at the small moan you let out. Simon remains stoic, but damn him if he didn't feel a spark of heat in his gut at the sound)
The men start introducing themselves while you're shoveling food into your mouth. The man with the beard â John, you now know â explains that they're all ex-military. Through bites of food, you do your best to introduce yourself as well. You tell them your story, they tell you theirs (well, Johnny and Gaz do, mainly. The one called Simon still hasn't really said a word to you, and you can tell John is a little paranoid about sharing too much information with a stranger)
As the night progresses, there's a shift in the air. Kyle leans in a little too close while brushing a crumb away from your lip, and John lingers behind you a little too long as he refills your glass (you pretend not to notice the sound of his deep inhale as he leans over you).
John insists you don't have to help with the dishes, so you wander into the living room and are immediately intrigued by the piano standing there. Johnny joins you on the bench, thigh pressed against yours as you play with the keys. Simon â or 'Ghost', as you noticed the others called him sometimes â leans over you from behind, and your breathing nearly stops (Simon knows he's too close, but so what if he wants you to accidentally brush against his abdomen?)
Once it's all said and done, you try not to let your disappointment show as you prepare to leave. Much to your surprise, it's Simon that grunts something to you, speaking the first words he's said that night. ("Stay. F'r the night. 'S not safe out there.")
John keeps a heavy hand on your shoulder as he leads you back to the bedroom you were in earlier. It's his, he tells you, but he can stay with one of the others. ("Are you- Are you sure? I can take a couch, or-" "'M sure, love, good night's sleep 'll do you good. Give me a yell if y'need somethin', yeah?")
With that, he leaves you to it, shutting the door behind him. Fuck, that bed does look inviting, and you can almost hear your vertebrae begging for a soft mattress. As you get ready for bed, a thought enters your mind. It had... been a while.
Is what you're about to do a stupid decision? Maybe, but you figured if these men had wanted to hurt you they would've done it already, and you'd be lying if you said that all their touches and affection weren't having an effect on your panties.
You yell out their names from the room, and the four of them are there within a second, though they all falter at the door as they take in the sight before them â you're sitting in the bed, covers pulled up so the only thing visible are your bare shoulders and arms, and it's immediately clear what your intentions are.
Soap, once again, has to be held back by the scruff to prevent him from pouncing on you immediately. John, instead, is the first one to actually enter the room, sitting down on the bed and carefully bringing his hand to caress your cheek while asking if you're sure about this (he'd rather not admit the way he shuddered a bit when he made contact with the soft skin of your face)
Your answer is immediate, you've made up your mind â on one condition ("I'm not... a whore, or anything. I don't sleep with people for food or shelter or anything, just- if we're doing this... I'm staying. For a while.")
Simon nearly laughs at this â funny how you think they would have let you leave otherwise.
this question here inspired me to write this post. interactions i would like to see between s1 and s2 islanders. some might even be of the romantic nature, but purely based off attraction.
âchelse and timâ
DO I HAVE TO EXPLAIN ANYTHING? i need to see these two dumbing around and being wholesome, cute and funny as bffâs!! they would be looking for their lost braincell and i would love to see that.
âbobby and timâ
not bobby facepalming every time tim got an utensil name wrong. nope. besides, it would be fun to see them both fawning over the respective mcâs if they didnât get her. âi was rooting for you, bruv!â âi was rooting for you too!!â
âhope and jasperâ
financial advisor and client. thatâs pretty much what i want to see. hope working on her company and jasper helping her out with the bureucratic stuff.
âmarisol and taliaâ
discussing music, books, politics. are you kiddng me?? i would love to see them bond over discussionism and talia discussing feminism with marisol is a lady boner maker, please and thank you.
âjake and bobbyâ
the very definition of âanalâ in the kitchen, and i donât mean bisexuals getting together. they would agree on everything regarding food. and i can see jake boosting bobbyâs confidence as a good friend should! also, why do i ahev the feeling bobby would see jake as a sort of an older brother? if love island the game wants to make some money they shoulkd arrange for sweetcheeks and melon baller to meet and cook together for the whole gang.
âhenrik and timâ
at least with bobby and chelsea one of the sides of the conversation functions. this is it. the ultimate dumbass debate and they would need mediation âcause the things coming outof this dialogue would be... **chefâs kss**
âerikah and mcâ both loyal friends that made a mistake at some point. if these two saw each other at a pos-villa party, they wouldâve been fawning all over eatch other of how âyour conduct in the villa? the best friend a girl could ask.â because even if erikah made a mistake that happens and weâve all been there.
âallegra and lottieâ um. no further explanation needed here. they share one braicell and thatâs on that.
âelisa and jenâ FOR THE FASHION AND THE WIN.
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romantic nature, but you know, one time only. maybe a few more than that:
âmiles and lottieâ
chemistry enough to keep them busy for a few days. heâs her type and sheâs his type. and by type i mean hot. heâs handy, sheâs feisty, theyâre perfect for each other... for a few days/weeks.
âjen and garyâ
sheâs his type. heâs her type, but gary shows how heâs feeling during, so that would be a plus for jen. jen doesnât give her time of day to drama and wants all of it over. she learned where to draw the line with âgirl codeâ and is thriving.
âelisa and taliaâ
oh - my - god. i donât think they have much in common, but do you need to share lots of interests if itâs just... no, right? good.
âallegra and lucasâ
just some angry nights together, then moving swiftly on.
((why canât i think of anyone else, man?? it slipped out of my mind. let me know who else you guys would like to see interacting!))
Much like the available selection, everyone can look for a closed set, and anybody is able to observe the team's labels. A top secret set doesn't appear in hunt, no one can ask to combine. All of members have to be used by hand by your secretary, and also nonmembers are maybe not agreeing to some type details.
