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Ughhhh I love this zombie apocalypse au!!! And fat reader??? I'm in love with this series 💗

Into Your Veins- Part I

Ao3

One might think during a zombie outbreak that already being undead would be an advantage. Ghost had also thought so, in the beginning.

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I love learning more about how the base works and how all of the 141 fits in this au!! Also how spunky reader is makes me smile

Into Your Veins- Part II

Ao3 Part 1

Maybe you should have left the farmhouse after his first visit. It would have been the smartest thing to do, probably.

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Into Your Veins- Part III

Ao3 Part 1 Part 2

God, you miss online shopping. 

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The BLOOD DRINKING SCENE??? THE INTIMACY OF IT??? OMG OMG OMG

They're developing relationship and the utter sass between them is so juicy

Also the gumball scene?? Laughing my ass off

Into Your Veins- Part IV

Ao3 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

You wake up exactly nine hours later, the sun firmly set outside your window. You blink a few times before the dark blur next to you gets clear enough to identify- a masked man staring at you from his place on the bed, one of your aunt’s dusty old bodice-ripper novels in his hands.

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THEY'RE SO SBSHSHJSKSKEUIWUSHS

"the parasite that he is" OH MY GOD

Into Your Veins- Part V

Ao3 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Keeping watch is a lot easier when you don’t need to sleep anymore.

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Oh what I would GIVE for price to pick me up at an airport bar 😮‍💨🥺💗

I flew the first time to the US and the machine had technical issues so we started 3 hours late, I missed my connection flight, so jow I am in DC in a hotel (provided by the airline thank god) and all I can think of is how price sitting at some random airport hotel at bar and piking me up. He could. Others not so much xD

i know this took a second to get to, i hope your trip went well and you're at your destination/home safely!!!

"flight delayed?" a voice says next to you at the airport bar, pulling your attention away from your phone. there's a man leaning on the counter right next to you, tall and handsome with powder blue eyes and the most ridiculous facial hair you've seen in a while. it still works for him, somehow.

"mmm, kind of. first flight got delayed enough that i missed my connecting, and now i'm just waiting for the airline to get a hotel room situated until my flight tomorrow." you say with a frustrated wrinkle of your nose.

"the future of your evening is in the hands of an airline? condolences. may i sit with you while you wait for your fate to be decided, then?" he asks. what a gentleman, anyone else would've just sat themselves down.

"sure, yeah." you say, and he grins at you as he settles onto the barstool next to you and holds out his hand.

"john." you shake his hand, it's huge and calloused and warm, and it's so instantly comforting to have your hand in his that you almost forget to let go of it.

"nice to meet you. are you in the same boat, then?" you ask as you sip your drink, something sweet and delicious with an abv high enough to take the sting out of being stranded at an airport. john flags down the bartender and orders a drink (whiskey on the rocks) before responding.

"similar boat." he says with a tight smile, and he does not make any sort of move to expand on that. you're not gonna push, it's not that important. he's just a nice smile in an airport bar, you don't need details, really.

"what a mess, sorry that's happening to you." you sigh as the bartender sets john's drink down.

"oh, i'll be alright. i've got a room waiting for me, i just don't fancy turning in yet. not when there's still such lovely company to talk to." he raises his glass and nods to you before taking a sip. it's hard not to feel bashful about a large, handsome stranger sweet talking you like that.

"i dunno about lovely-" you start.

"i do. perfectly lovely, just look at you." john says as he gently brushes some of your hair away from your face. you can't help but lean into the brush of his fingertips a little.

"that ok?" he asks quietly, with expectant eyes. you just nod, and he swipes his thumb over your bottom lip, his eyes never leaving yours. "how about that?"

you nod wordlessly again, heart racing in your chest, and he smiles at you, eyes crinkling in the corners as he sips his drink. the combination of exhaustion and the thrill of a hot stranger paying attention to you like this is impairing your judgement even more than your drink, it'd seem. normally you'd never let a stranger do something like that, but for some reason it's acceptable when john does it. more than acceptable, it's fucking hot, actually. he looks at you a moment, seemingly studying you before he tosses back the rest of his drink and leans into your space.

"cards on the table, i saw you as i was headed to catch a cab and i just thought it would be such a waste if i didn't at least stop and try to get you to come back to my hotel with me. no offense taken if you don't, but i really, really would prefer to spend my evening in the company of a pretty girl." he says in a low tone as he wraps his arm around your ample waist, and holy shit. holy fucking shit. nobody's ever spoken to you quite like that before, especially not an attractive stranger. you can't help but glance behind you for some other, prettier girl that he might be talking to. there's no one.

"what? me?" you whisper incredulously, which only makes him chuckle. it's a nice sound, like he thinks it's cute that you're confused. he nods and hums his assent.

"mhm. we'll go to my room, do as little or as much as you want, and you can spend the night. in the morning i'll get breakfast brought up and pay for your uber back to the airport. you can fight with the airline to reimburse you for your wasted time later, instead of waiting for them to give you a bed."

"that's a very... practical proposition." you laugh, and he joins you.

"i really, really want you to say yes." he admits with a chuckle, and something inside of you tells you he means it. he's attracted to you, and wants to act on it. holy fucking shit, the worst part of your trip is quickly becoming the best part. you toss back what's left of your drink and flag down the bartender to close your tab.

"ok. yes." you smile at him, and it earns you a full-handed squeeze to your hip. you sign the receipt in front of you as john stands to lead you out. "out of curiosity, what made you pick me tonight?"

"love me a girl with a big, bouncy..." he pauses, and leans back, blatantly staring at your big ass. "...personality."

you throw your head back and laugh, taking his elbow as he waggles his eyebrows at you and leads you to the exit. the night's still young, but you can tell this is going to be the best layover ever.

THE ZOMBIE??? THE BITE??? THE CLIFFHANGER???? NO EARLY DONT DO THIS TO US

Into Your Veins- Part VI

Ao3 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4  Part 5

All night he thinks about pairing with her.

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ANAGSJSJXKANWNEJCIXWEDISIWIS

"Sleep well, sweetheart" I'm DEAD??? IM GONE???? THATS IT FOR ME!!

Into Your Veins- Part VII

Ao3 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6

When you come to, you’re sweaty.

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50 Plus Size Y/N Prompts

When I was looking for an inspiration for a Nanami x chubby Y/N fic I realised that crushing majority of prompts and ideas are related exclusively to hurt/comfort or are drenched in extremely low self-esteem and lack of confidence. So, decided to put together my own list, covering a variety of situations from mundane and domestic to sensual and sexual. I based the ideas on my own experience as a fat person, so I'm aware they won't fit everyone, but I hope those can give you inspiration to explore in your creative work ❤ Of course, prompts are left to individual interpretation!

cw: some prompts are more gendered than the other, some are suggestive or addressing a strictly sexual situation

Leaving hickeys on thick thighs.

Wearing a bigger partner's clothes. Bonus: bigger partner is not the chubbier one—it's the chubbier partner. who gets to wear bigger clothes

Loving tummy kisses.

Lovingly or teasingly tracing fat rolls and love handles.

Nuzzling into soft chest or tummy for comfort.

Thick thighs save naps because they make the best lap pillow.

Fat person being picked up and/or carried around, no hassle, no protests of being too heavy, just sheer joy. Bonus: it's one of those crazy strong characters so they literally pick Y/N as if they were a doll.

Them being a personal heavy breast holder with built-in enthusiastic massage option.

Back massages because we all know that big chest weights way too much.

Ticklish kisses in the jaw area because they find the double chin cute.

Adoring to feel Y/N's weight in their lap.

Plus size lingerie. Them buying it for Y/N or Y/N showing off in it.

The way Y/N's chest/ass/thighs/tummy bounces during intimate times. It drives them crazy. Bonus: they're being ridden and enjoying every second of it.

Being in absolute awe of Y/N's figure.

Hugs from behind that do not necessarily end up with a full arm wrap but that's okay, one possibly can't envelop their whole universe.

Pulling Y/N closer so they can feel their big ass better.

Work out or a sport activity that's not related to weight loss or diet. Just enjoying active time together.

Finding it difficult to sleep without Y/N because they miss the body they can embrace and/or the warmth it gives.

Stimming or teasingly playing with Y/N's softer parts.

Foodie dates. Testing new places, taking tons of photos for their food instagram, feeding each other cute desserts, stealing the best pieces—or contrary, leaving them for their partner.

Y/N loves to eat and their love adores it because they have someone to enjoy their cooking.

Both them and Y/N love to cook and eat. A friendly rivalry over feeding the other better.

Tons of photos of Y/N and selfies with them. Every moment has to be caught on their camera. Bonus: they are a celebrity or social media persona & they love to show off with Y/N's photos.

Daily affirmations, soft words and touch related to body type, all those compliments and smooth lines.

Reminding Y/N to eat because no, the "fat supply" won't make up for a good meal, they have to eat regularly.

Gender affirmation when the fat body type sometimes can make it difficult for Y/N.

The shared celebration of gender euphoria when Y/N finally finds a way to nicely flatten and shape the chest. 

Choosing Y/N because they are fat. Them being into bigger people and actively choosing them over people with different body types.

Seeing Y/N naked for the first time and going absolutely crazy about it.

Tracing and kissing stretch marks.

Yoga pants effect. The curves just look so good in them.

Looking together for a good supporting bra.

Loving when Y/N is wearing a crop top.

Encouraging Y/N to wear more close-fit clothes Bonus: there is absolutely no perverted reason behind it;)

Supporting Y/N through weight gain or weight loss.

Enjoying a beach date. Every body is a good beach body if it has a cute beach wear on!

Scratching/washing Y/N's back because sometimes it's just hard to reach that stubborn spot.

Muscular body type partner x fat Y/N. Big partners solidarity!

Discussing together a new tattoo idea. Choosing the best placing for it. Bonus: it's a tattoo composed to fit nicely with fat rolls or stretch marks.

Helping Y/N shave the back of their legs or any other hard to reach part of their body.

Insisting on keeping Y/N's thighs close to their head during oral sex.

Treating rash/burn caused by friction between thighs, bra or other piece of clothing.

Shibari or harness on a plus size body.

Picking up the self ironic negative talk and turning it into something positive

Being proud of Y/N, showing them off whenever there's an opportunity.

Y/N posing them for a photo, painting or a sculpture. Bonus: Y/N is their muse.

Warming hands between Y/N's thighs. Bonus: maybe their cheeks or ears feel cold too ;)

Them wearing Y/N's shirt for comfort. Bonus: it's not a typical over-sized comfort piece of clothing but a perfect fit. They still insist on wearing it.

Hand and bite marks on ass and hips. Bonus: loving aftercare.

Doodling/painting on Y/N's body: thighs, arms, ass… Bonus: it's a part of a spicy play.

Please, reblog and/or credit, when you use (but don't @ me!). The divider made by @/saradika.

Oh ignore me just in a mood and thinking about the angsty angsty angst of Soap being on base the next time Niktos little trade off is brought in. Him trying to comfort her. Him sort of falling for her over the week she is there before she's getting given to Nikto. Everything is fine. I'm fine. I'm so so fine I'm not falling apart this is great.

my guts churned reading this, holy shit.

any minute he's not with you he's camped outside of laswell's office, begging for your freedom until the pleas for mercy morph into threats of violence. price has to be called in. he's eventually barred from being anywhere near her office because he becomes such a menace. tries to recruit anyone who will make eye contact with him to help with a rescue attempt.

god, he'd also refuse to leave your side as you sit in the neighboring cell to nikto's, glaring at him whenever nikto tries to speak to you or reach for you. wordlessly pointing his gun at graves whenever he wanders over to antagonize you. when the day finally comes that nikto returns from his mission, ghost has to lock him in his bunk and threaten him with the cattleprod if he tries to break a window. he's fucking inconsolable, pacing and punching walls until he's finally let out.

he insists on being the one to drive you home. you don't want to be touched, which is understandable, but god does he wish he could hold you, comfort you in some way other than just being fucking furious on your behalf. when he drops you off, he hands you two small slips of paper. one is the name and address of someone who can help you disappear and start a new life where you can never be found by nikto or anyone else. the other is the phone number to the encrypted burner phone that's in his pocket.

*throws john price at you*

please.....c-can I get more crumbs of Simon pining over a fat!darling please 🥹

i have been rereading crush and it is making me insane on how fond he is of the soft beauty. the body descriptions and the teetering and mish-mash of lust and fluff is making me cry *insert stickman figures*

characters pining over fat beauties is always gourmet I swear 😭😭😭

you're always at the laundromat the first and third thursday of the month, simon's noticed.

he hates that he's noticed, actually, because its testament to the fact that he can't stop looking at, watching, or observing you. it makes him embarrassed, how often he thinks about you. sometimes while on long flights he daydreams about all the times he's watched you bend over to load your clothes into the dryer, your already fat ass getting rounder and wider as you shovel wet towels into a rickety old machine. he's had dreams where he bites at your soft hips and digs his fingers into the rolls in your side, pinning your wide, soft body underneath him. he wants those thick thighs clamped around him and shaking with pleasure that's he's given you. he'd be so good to you if you gave him a chance, he drives himself crazy at night thinking of all the ways he wants to accomplish that.

it would be one thing if it was solely a physical attraction, but no, it can't ever be that simple. you had to go and be kind, didn't you? it almost feels like a personal attack, how unrelentingly nice you are to him. by all rights, you should be doing what everyone else does- either avoiding him or actively ignoring him. he's a big man wearing a balaclava in the middle of summer. you should be nervous around him. you most definitely aren't. you treat him the same way he's seen you treat any stranger- with a respectful distance and a friendly smile. the first time you spoke to him was to offer him a spare quarter when he'd accidentally come up short on change. he's replayed that interaction in his head hundreds of times by now, cursing at himself for just staring for a moment before silently accepting. he should have said something to you, he tells himself as he recalls your small smile as you went back to your book while you waited for your dryer to finish.

the next time he saw you, he made sure to pay back the quarters he'd borrowed. he couldn't stand the thought that you might perceive him as a mooch or something, someone who doesn't repay their debts. you were so sweet, insisting that it's no big deal, that these things happen, and you were just happy to help so he didn't have to deal with sopping wet jeans. he carefully, gently grabbed your wrist and pressed the coins into your palm, closing your fingers around it using his own. it was painfully intimate, as was the soft 'thank you' that you gave in reply.

laundry day is next week. he's not sure what he's going to say or do, but he's got some time to think about it. whatever happens, he can't let a soft, sweet thing like you slip through his fingers. he's spent enough time alone to know that his own thoughts make for terrible company, and that he'd much, much rather be in yours.

Into Your Veins- Part VIII

Ao3 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

You’ve never cried during a kiss before, and frankly it’s somehow an even worse experience than it sounds. 

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Neighborly- Part I

starting a fluffy lil fic inspired by @hereforthepedrofanfic who was kind enough to entrust me with her idea for a story about price and a fat reader. the idea was just so, so delicious i couldn't just do a little drabble or one-shot, so it'll be a multi-part fic of you and your neighbor, john price, slowly getting to know each other over the holidays.

(again, my deepest gratitude for handing me this concept, and having faith that i would do your vision justice.)

A loud crash in your living room wakes you up in the middle of the night, followed by the yowls of your cat, Stuntman Dan. Little shit definitely knocked something over, and it probably needs attended to before you fall asleep and step on broken glass or whatever in the morning. You sigh and force yourself to leave the warm cocoon of your covers, tossing your legs over the edge of the bed, thanking god and your shitass landlords that you have soft carpet to step across and not frigid hardwood. You trudge out of your bedroom and flip on the lights on your path to assess the carnage, squinting into the too bright and too sudden lights as you try to evaluate the damage. Dan is on the couch curled up next to Crab Bucket and Absolutely Not, your other two cats, all acting like nothing is wrong. Liars. Your little potted cactus is on the floor, surrounded by a heap of soil and a broken pot. Could be worse, you suppose, but you still don't appreciate it. Not at this time in the morning, when the sky outside your windows is still black, only slightly illuminated by the light pollution of the city around you reflecting on low clouds.

"I love you guys, but you're all terrible. Just rotten little goblins. Especially you, mister man." You say with love to Stuntman Dan as you gingerly pick up your prickly little plant, scooping up the loose dirt on the floor with your fingers and shoving it all in a coffee mug. It'll just have to do for now, you're not going to wake your neighbors by running a vacuum at ass-o-clock in the morning. You'll just have to hope your trio of small criminals doesn't track dirt all over your apartment before you have the chance to properly clean up.

Gently, you put your displaced little cactus by the kitchen sink, scrubbing a hand over the back of your neck as you debate just making coffee and staying up or going back to bed. Sun'll be up in two, maybe three hours, and your workday will begin not long after that. This might be the only quiet time during your day, what with the holiday rushes coming up at work. You start up the coffee maker, figuring that if you change your mind about sleep you'll just shove the pot in the fridge and drink it iced later. A light from outside turns on and pulls your attention away from sleepily staring at the stain on your kitchen counter.

There's an apartment directly across from yours, located on the other side of a small alley between your two buildings. A man lives there, you've seen him a few times through your kitchen window as you've done dishes. He's tall and broad-shouldered, with a handsome face. Hell of a view, if you're being honest. You'd taken this apartment in desperation, when money was at it's lowest and you needed a place to stay. Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine the kinds of perks to living in this place would include hunk sightings. He's turned on his light, moving around sleepily in his kitchen as you observe from your own.

You can't help but watch as your neighbor lumbers around his kitchen in a half-daze, his hair slightly askew as he blinks long and slow to chase away his obvious tiredness while he waits for his kettle to finish boiling water. You can't help but admire the way his plain white shirt stretches across his shoulders, and the way his grey sweatpants seem to strain around thick thighs. The man's a specimen, no two ways about it. You don't know anything about him, really, other than the fact that he drinks tea, lives in your neighborhood, and is extremely attractive. You've never spoken to him, caught his name, or even seen him outside his own kitchen. It's a shame, really, but in an area as rough as yours, it's not the kind of place you go around introducing yourself to the neighbors. Plus he's, y'know, hot, and you're just a fat girl with a dead end job and three cats. Odds are pretty high that you aren't his type anyways. Still, his type or not, it doesn't mean you can't steal a glance or two at him.

In the quiet stillness of early morning, as your kitchen fills with the warm and familiar smell of cheap drip coffee, it almost feels like a holy thing, getting to observe this man in his natural habitat. There's something engaging about watching his shoulder blades move under that tight shirt as he opens and closes cabinets, pulling out a teapot and mug, gently setting them both on the little card table he eats at. His hands are so big, jesus. That mug looks so tiny. It's hard not to stare, really. The combination of watching a handsome man being so painfully domestic as he starts making toast while his tea steeps just outside your window and having fuckall else to look at just makes it too easy to zone out as you idly wonder if his chest is as hairy as his arms. You hope so. Fuck, he looks good. It's hard not to fantasize over having him in your space, moving around each other as your make your preferred versions of hot, liquid caffeine and settling in together to blow at the steam and discuss your day's agenda.

God, you miss being a girlfriend. You're so good at it, too, it's really a shame nobody is taking advantage of your doting and loving nature right now. You'd give anything to have someone to sleep next to, to share your dinners with, to help you cat wrangle. Maybe it's silly to put this kind of pressure on a non-existent partner, but you really do think that having someone around to dote on, and to dote on you in return, would make life a lot more bearable. It's been a couple of years since you've had anything like that, and while you're not at all interested in taking your ex back, you do miss having someone to cuddle with on the couch and split chores with. Maybe you should re-download Tinder. Maybe you should join a singles group. Maybe you should just buy a giant body pillow with a hot celebrity printed on it and save yourself the stress and heartache of Tinder and singles groups.

You wonder what it is that has your neighbor up and about at this time in the morning. It's so damn early, not even the sun is up yet. You wonder if he's got a job with weird hours, or if he's back from a long trip and still dealing with time zones. Maybe he's just a morning person? Or maybe he's got a long drive ahead of him and it trying to get an early start. It's almost fun to sit and hypothesize about this stranger, like a kitchen table Poirot or Columbo, except you don't have the slightest idea what's going on. His apartment seems relatively bare, the only decoration that you can see is a plain analog clock that painfully reminds you that you really ought to be back in bed. Everything else is standard- no photos, no posters, not even refrigerator magnets. Maybe his apartment is just a crash pad? Someplace to sleep in between long business trips or maybe even a place to crash during business trips to the city? You have noticed that sometimes his apartment is dark for weeks on end, maybe he's a pilot or something.

Time passes, enough for your coffee to brew and his tea to steep. You don't even know how long you've been staring out your kitchen window at him, your elbow propped up on your kitchen table with your face resting in your palm. There's a gentle nudge at your leg, which snaps you out of your reverie. Absolutely Not, your beautiful grey tabby hellion queen, is headbutting you, her version of 'pick me up and cuddle me, idiot'. You scoop her up in your arms, and she gives you loud, rumbling purrs as she snuggles against you, rubbing her face against your shoulder as she gets comfortable. What a love sponge. Absolutely Not and her siblings are easily the best and worst thing going in your life right now. Work is a dead-end that barely pays bills and eats up all your time, your friends have mostly all moved away for school and are too busy to text much, and the closest you have to a social life is people watching as you take the bus to and from your job. Every day is monotony, broken up by people getting buckwild on public transportation and your cats doing cute or aggravating things in your small apartment.

"Oh Nottie, what are we gonna do?" You ask the yellow eyed ball of fur in your arms, as if she has the answers to finding a work/life balance that you're not entirely sure is possible. She merely chirps at you in response, an 'I don't know, Mom', if you've ever heard one. You sigh and press her to your cheek, and like the hellion she is, she bats at your nose and squirms to get away like being held was never her idea in the first place. You gently dump her back onto the floor and she trots back off to her siblings, probably to complain about the injustice of being snuggled for half a second longer than she'd wanted.

You scrub at your face as you get to your feet to stare at your coffee pot, deciding whether or not you need the extra few hours of sleep today. You glance back over to your hot neighbor, who's sitting down to sip his toast and drink his tea in the darkness of the early morning. He looks perfectly relaxed, like there's nothing he'd rather be doing before the sun come up than sipping his steaming mug and relaxing in a chair that looks comically small under him.

His head turns, and suddenly he's looking right at you, lifting his mug in greeting with a small smile on his face and a gentle nod. Busted. It's mortifying, really, getting caught like this. Your face heats up, and you bashfully, shamefully raise your hand in greeting before you grab the coffee pot and shove it in the fridge. It wasn't fully done, and you can hear the hiss of dripping coffee evaporate as it hits the hot plate underneath it. He's made up your mind for you, you're going to bury yourself under your covers and try to sleep so you can forget the mortification of a rugged smoke show like him catching you being a bit of a creep. You flip off the lights, pad back to bed, throw the covers over yourself, and yell into the pillow until your nerves settle a bit. Fucking humiliating. You can only hope he chalks it up to early morning sleepy disassociation staring and not the fact that you were definitely, obviously ogling him like a piece of meat. Ugh. You flip onto your side and scrunch up your face, trying to will your embarrassment away enough that you can get a little extra sleep before your day well and truly begins.

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Neighborly- Part II

Part 1

The next morning is chaos.

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bouncing on junkerqueens thick strap while she digs her blunt nails into your hips, her hands trailing up to grab handfuls of your plush tits, growling in your ear to ride her harder, faster—😮‍💨

Monster boyfriend who is obsessed with your soft tummy. He pinches, gropes and touches your tummy as many times as he likes. Doesn't matter where you are, if he can grab you, he's gonna grope your soft flesh. You get too self-aware about it, too many years being told that fat is ugly. But he gets so mad at you when you talk badly about yourself... He gets so mad that he fucks you senseless, until you have no doubt how hot you are, how hard you make him. And then he finishes on your tummy, because he fucking loves to see you covered in his essence.

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Wolf hybrid pack that was supposed to eat chubby bunny reader but instead take you in and use you as their little breeding toy.

They just kind of adore you, spoiling you with freshly picked fruits and vegetables, doting on their sweet little bunny as much as possible.

You want snuggles? They’re making a cuddle pile immediately, and you’re at the center. You’re hungry for something sweet? They’re ransacking the nearest village and bringing back every sugary item they can find.

They get into a lot of fights over who gets to breed you first once mating season comes around. You’re a bit afraid, seeing all these tall, needy wolves circling you like you’re a slab of meat.

It’s the first time they’re ever rough with you, pushing your soft body down and holding onto your hips as they rut into your fat pussy until you’re knotted over and over again.

Once they’ve all had a turn, they’re back to purring and cuddling into you, giving you little mating bites and cleaning you up.

You decide it’s worth it to get fucked out of your mind every once in a while if it means you’re treated like the pack’s princess. After all… it feels way too good being all full of cum and being bounced on one knot then another…

Being adored by an entire pack of wolf hybrids isn’t easy, but you’re a horny bunny, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Chubby!fairy reader being the only fairy able to take human cock does do something to me…

Cute lil fairy reader being used by elves, humans, and other creatures alike because you’re just so small and cute.

An elf lifts your skirt, his finger stretching out your tiny cunt as his lips take your plump breasts into his mouth. You’re bigger, about the size of a football, and with the shape of a plump woman.

He preps your little hole before pushing his tip in, barely able to fit even an inch before your squeaking and crying out for mercy, your chubby thighs spread as far as they can go.

Your tummy bulges when he cums, your little body exhausted as he stuffs you into his satchel, letting you rest while he plans on how he’ll play with you later~

He wonders if he can get you pregnant… and he’s excited to try. You’re all his now after all, how could he let anyone else stretch out that little pussy but him?

Soon your cunt will be shaped like his cock, and he’ll be the only one that can satisfy your little fairy body.

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anything about having a ghost bf? :(

If you’re ever dying from the summer heat, ghost bf is there to caress your body, gently opening your legs and sinking his pleasantly cold fingers into your warm cunt.

He kisses along your neck, his cool body like a soothing balm to any sunburn or sweaty skin as he stretches you out on his thick cock.

Loves to spurt his cum into your fat cunt, leaving a trail of ectoplasm kisses on your shoulders and neck as he fills your womb.

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I just saw the cutest video of foxes doing little puppy head tilts… they’re just too cute.

So imagine a kitsune watching you from the forest. He’s been interested in you for a while, unable to tear his gaze from you.

Him mounting you the second you’re close enough, tilting his head curiously as you moan while he knots and your fat cunt.

His tail sways and his eyes focus on you, watching as you struggle to take his thick knot. You’re just so soft and fat and he loves how he can grab a handful of your hips while he pounds into you!

Little squeaks and whines leave his mouth, and he yips while his leg twitches, cum pooling into your warm cunt as he fills you up!

He’s so happy, nipping at your skin and trying not to eat you… you’re all his now, his mate! His!

Just… silly guy.

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