ripped trousers

“You’re not hurt, Watson? For God’s sake, say that you are not hurt!”


It was worth a wound—it was worth many wounds—to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask. The clear, hard eyes were dimmed for a moment, and the firm lips were shaking. For the one and only time I caught a glimpse of a great heart as well as of a great brain. All my years of humble but single-minded service culminated in that moment of revelation.


“It’s nothing, Holmes. It’s a mere scratch.”


He ripped up my trousers with his pocket knife.


“You are right,” he cried with an immense sigh of relief. “It is quite superficial.” His face set like Flint as he glared at our prisoner, who was sitting up with a dazed face. “By the Lord, it is as well for you. If you had killed Watson, you would not have got out of this room alive. Now, sir, what have you to say for yourself?”

—  The Three Garridebs—Sherlock Holmes

I love how Arthur Conan Doyle tells us what would Sherlock Holmes do if the person he loved got attacked :

‘I have never loved, Watson, but if I did, and if the woman I loved had met such an end, I might act even as our lawless lion-hunter has done. Who knows ?’

Sherlock Holmes, The Devil’s Foot

And then, a few stories later, he actually shows us this moment :

In an instant he had whisked out a revolver from his breast and had fired two shots. I felt a sudden hot sear as if a red-hot iron had been pressed to my thigh.There was a crash as Holmes’s pistol came down on the man’s head. I had a vision of him sprawling upon the floorwith blood running down his face while Holmes rummaged him for weapons. Then my friend’s wiry arms were round me and he was leading me to a chair.

‘You’re not hurt Watson ? For God’s sake, say that you are not hurt ?’

It was worth a wound - it was worth many wounds - to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask. The clear, hard eyes were dimmed for a moment, and the firm lips were shaking. For the one and only time I caught a glimpse of a great heart as well as of a great brain. All my years of humble but single-minded service culminated in that moment of revelation.

‘It’s nothing, Holmes. It’s a mere scratch.’

He had ripped up my trousers with his pocket-knife.

‘You are right,’ he cried, with an immense sigh of relief. ‘It is quite superficial.’ His face set like flint as he glared at our prisoner, who was sitting up with a dazed face. ‘By the Lord, it is as well for you. If you had killed Watson, you would not have got out of this room alive. Now sir, what have you to say for yourself ?’

The Three Garridebs

late night confessions | Fred Weasley x reader

requested

Everywhere people laughed and danced. But not you. You were sitting in a corner of the room looking at all the happy faces. You had waited so long for Fred to ask you to the yule ball and now you had nobody.

“Cheer up y/n, I’m sure he had a good reason for not asking you.” George said as he plopped down into one of the empty seats and put a drink in front of you.

“Well I know one reason, he just doesn’t like me that way.” You had told yourself that a million times, but saying it out loud hurt more than you thought it would. George gave you a sympathetic look as he moved closer to wrap his arms around you.

“You know, I’m pretty tired. I think I’m just gonna go to bed.” Sighing you stood up and quickly left the great hall before George could protest.

You walked through the empty hallways, the clicking of your black heels against the cold floor being the only sound that’s heard.

Sliding down against the wall you wrapped your arms around your knees and finally let the tears fall. This was supposed to be a magical evening but instead you were walking alone in the dark. The silence got interrupted by rapid footsteps coming towards you. Your heart started beating faster, anxious to know who it was, until finally someone rounded the corner.

“Y/n? I’ve been looking everywhere for you, why’d you leave so – are you crying??” Fred asked as he walked closer.

“Fred just leave me alone.” More tears rolled down your cheeks as you turned away from him.

“I’m not leaving until you tell me.” He said, sitting down next to you. You sighed in defeat, you knew Fred wouldn’t give up.

“Why didn’t you ask me to the dance?” The worry on Fred’s face turned to shock.

“What?” He asked bewildered.

“I waited for you to ask me, but you never did.” You could feel your heartbeat in your throat, you couldn’t believe you were telling him this.

“Y/n,” he whispered as he cupped your cheek. “I thought you were going with George.” Now it was your turn to look puzzled.

“But why? Why would you think that.” You felt a hint of hope. Could it be? Could he really feel the same?

“You two are so close, and lately you’ve been spending so much time together. I just assumed something was going on.” Slowly you started leaning in until your face was only millimetres from his.

“You’re the only one I want, Fred.” You told him before you connected your lips. After all the years you waited, you were finally kissing the boy you had been in love with for so long. Tingles shot through your body, your stomach was making backflips.

His hands slowly slid down your body, staying to rest on your exposed thigh, before sliding under your dress.

“Fred,” you stopped him. “not here, what if someone walks by?” He laughed before picking you up bridal style and running to an unknown location.

“I think I know just the place.” He smirked.

By now you were on the seventh floor, he took a left before stopping in front of a large wall.

“Fred? What are we doing here?” You asked as he put you down.

“Just wait and see.” The words hadn’t even left his mouth when suddenly the wall began to change and a door became visible. Too perplexed to speak you just let him lead you inside.

You entered a large, but almost empty room. The only piece of furniture was a king sized bed, and from the ceiling hung a beautiful gold chandelier. After a few seconds of taking in your surroundings you found your voice again.

“Where are we? What is this place?” You asked, turning around to face the red haired boy.

“This, love, is the room of requirement. It’s also known as the come and go room or the place where everything is hidden,” he explained. “but now that we’ve cleared that up, how about we finish what we started?”

In a flash his lips were on yours again, and his shirt was already lost somewhere in the room. Your hands roamed his bare chest as he began sliding of your dress, leaving you in nothing but your panties. Your nipples instantly hardened when the cold air hit them. He picked you up as if you were a feather and lightly threw you on the bed.

When he climbed over you, the both of you just in your underwear, his demeanour changed. He softly caressed your cheek and tucked a lock of your h/c hair behind your ear. You gazed up in his beautiful brown eyes as he studied your face.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/n,” he said, his thumb moving over your lower lip. “so perfect. Are you sure you want to do this?” Your heart was beating loudly, so loud you were sure he could hear it and feel it thumping against his toned chest. Your palms were sweaty. Your knees weak and your arms heavy, you were sure you would have fallen down if you were still standing. Too nervous to talk you just nodded. You weren’t nervous because you weren’t sure you wanted this. You were nervous because you had wanted this for so long. But what if it’s not what you always dreamed of?

One of his hands slowly travelled down your body, before he hooked his fingers in the hem of your panties and pulled them down. You felt the soft material of your underwear softly slide down your legs as he began rubbing you.

“Please, Fred.” You begged, pulling at his belt. In an instant he ripped his trousers and boxers off. He slowly spread your legs as he crawled on top of you.

You gasped in pain when he entered you. Noticing your discomfort he stopped and waited for you to get used to his size while whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

“It’s okay, love. It’ll get better. I can stop if you want me to.” After a while the burning pain turned into pleasure.

“You can move now.” You assured him. The moment you said that he began thrusting into you, hitting different spots with every thrust. The room was filled with your moaning and panting.

His thumb rubbed circles on your clit as he sucked on your neck, leaving love bites everywhere he could.

“Fred, I’m close.” He pulled out and slammed into you from another angle, pulling your leg up so he had better access. Not able to handle this much pleasure your body began shaking and your eyes rolled back.

“Let go for me, baby, I’m right behind you.” He whispered against your neck. Soon you hit your climax as you felt Fred release his warm seed into you.

He rolled off of you, you were both panting as if you’d just ran a marathon.

“I love you, Y/n” He said, looking you in the eye while pulling you closer.

“I love you too, Fred.” You were right, it wasn’t what you always dreamed of. It was better.

I’m so sorry it took so long, I’ve been so busy lately but I’m back! I hope you like it, again sorry for making you wait.

Family

So, about that break, heh…

Well, after receiving some amazing fanart and lovely words from all you wonderful people, it honestly made me feel great, which…I haven’t really felt in a while, I won’t go into any detail but like…holy hell, folk actually really liked my content, what. 

And so…writing is going to be my way of thanking you all.

Once again, this story is based on the 2D Bendy AU created by the wonderful @shinyzango. I can’t recommend checking out her artwork highly enough, it’s pretty damn amazing. c:

Enjoy!

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Disconnected

Prompt: The reader doesn’t really like Spencer but she’s best friends with Derek so she’s with him. Until Derek has a cruel plan.

Relationship: Spencer x Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds 

Warning: Smut

As me, Derek and Spencer sat on the couch watching the newest baseball game with popcorn and beer.

“Did you know, 300,000 to 1 is the chances that a fan can be hit by a baseball and-“ Spencer goes to speak before I cut him off.

“Shut it Reid.” I snap, he’s interrupting the game.

“Why have I never heard you call him Spencer?” Derek asks confused.

“Because I call people I’m friends with by their names, acquaintances get their last name.” I say looking at the screen again. Derek whispers something to Spencer and he hands him his phone. Within a second Derek bursts up and runs out the door locking it. I shoot up and run towards the door. I see him at his window and I bang on the window as Spencer tries the door.

“Let us out Derek!!” I yell so he can hear me. That’s when a burner phone rings from a drawer. I pick it up and it’s Derek calling from my phone.

“You son of a bitch Derek let us out.” I say annoyed.

“You two are going to sit in this house until I get back and you’re gonna talk and become friends,” He obviously knows what I’m thinking because he replies again,“And the phone doesn’t have any credit so good luck ringing JJ or Garcia to help you.” He says smirking hanging up. He holds up both our phones by now Spencer’s stood behind me. Kinda close…. I put my middle finger up at Dereks and he smiles and walks away.

“So… whatcha wanna do?” Spencer asks sitting down.

“Let’s just finish the episode.” I say sitting on the opposite side of the couch. We go back to where we were and watch it all again, even our sex scene making Spencer go slightly red. I noticed by the end Spencer was closer than before but I shrug it off.

“I’m going to cook.” I say getting up and walking to the kitchen. Spencer just nods. I put music on and blast it while cooking some cookies.
*If you’ve seen the Bughead almost sex scene you know the song*

“So you’re baking cookies? Since when did you bake?” He says sitting on the chairs in front of me.

“Since forever, you don’t actually know that much about me.” I say laughing putting a tray in the oven.

“Can I?” He says eating some cookie dough out the bowl.

“Fire away.” I say still putting the cookies into the oven.

“Favourite Colour?”
“Blue.“ 
"Sport?" 
"Baseball and basketball”
“Baseball team?" 
"NYM”
“Favourite book series?" 
"Percy Jackson.”
“TV Show?" 
"Supernatural.”

This went on for about 10 minutes of rapid fire questioning.

“So why don’t you like me?” He asks as I’ve finished with all the cookies.

“You’re too sarky and you’ve never made an actual effort.” I say and I turn around and he’s stood infront of me.

“What type of effort do you want me to make?” He says standing even closer. I can feel his breath on my face and I’m not mad about it.

“It depends.” I say gulping with my back to the counter.

**** GET READY BOIS****

Spencer grabs me and put my on the counter keeping his hands on my back and he pulls me in to kiss me and I’m not gonna refuse he may be a dick but he’s hot as fuck okay. I slide closer towards him continuing to kiss him. It took like 0.2 seconds to feel what it was doing to him so I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him even closer and a moan escaped his lips.

“Is this okay?” He says against my lips seeming nervous.

“Just kiss me Spencer.” I say and his eyes go wide at me calling him Spencer. He puts one hand on my neck and the other one near my ass as we continue to make out. I run my hand down his shirt and stop at the waistband of his pants putting my finger running exactly underneath the belt line and he shudders. Within an instant he pulls my shirt over my head and I follow and do the same to him. Against the kiss he moans as I put my finger back just under his trousers.

“Jump.” He mumbles against my lips. I just agree and he carries me over to a wall pushing my back against it hard and now the only thing keeping us apart is the clothes inbetween. He carries me up the stairs as we’re still making out. Once he manages to get the spare room door open he throws me onto the bed and he’s stood at the end shirtless.

This isn’t a sight I’d ever thought I’d see outside of work but I’m not gonna deny I’m into it right now. 
He unbuckles his belt and throws it across the room and he looks for confirmation before taking off his trousers so he’s left stood their in his boxers. He then climbs onto the bed and hovers over me before smashing his lips against mine once again. We begin to grind as his moaning gets heavier and deeper which is turning me on more and more. With his penis pushing against my leggings whenever we kiss I moan he and that clearly sends him into over drive because he rips my trousers off so we’re both in our underwear.

As he hovers over me he uses one hand to massage my boob over my bra. As the kiss gets heavier and we both get hornier I just mumble for him to take it off and he unclasps it and throws it leaving me in my pants. I use one finger and run my hand down his chest making him shudder once I reach his boxer line I put my hand inside and grab his penis doing the same motions that he’s doing to my boob making him groan my name which just made me instantly 10 times more wet.

He moves his hands to my pants and pulls away from the kiss. I nod and he takes my pants off too. I think we both get a bit heated because he instantly stands up runs to Dereks room and comes back with a condom. I try to calm my breathing but it’s no use in all honesty. As he stands at the end of the bed he takes his boxers off he tries to open the condom packet.

With a clever idea I slide to the end of the bed and put his dick in my mouth deepthroating it making him moan my name even louder which in turn gets me more wet. As I pull away he’s looking at me wide eyed. He puts the condom on and picks me up by my thighs and begins to lick my vagina in circles making me now moan his name and put my hands through his hair. He starts rubbing his tounge up and down all of my vagina and I can already feel an orgasm building up. He stops and quickly climbs up the bed to me level putting the tip of his penis on the whole of my vagina.

“Are you sure?” He asks. I put my mouth to his ear.

“Fuck me Spencer.” As he pushes him self inside of me I moan against his ear and it makes him shudder with excitement. Our bodies are tightly close together getting even more sweaty than before. I move my hips up every time he pushes himself into me and I can feel the orgasm rapidly build up.

“Spencer… I’m close.” I whisper with my hands in his hair. He puts his hands on my back and picks me up and slams me against the wall. Doing me hard and slow as he kisses my neck probably leaving a few marks.

“Not just yet baby.” He whispers in my ear continuing to fuck me very hard and slow. I shudder at the way he calls me baby and it makes him smirk. He throws me back on the bed going into the same position as before. This is when the orgasm build gets really intense.

“Okay im definitely gonna come now.” I say against his ear. As he continues to fuck me like he has been my whole body shudders as I moan his name as a wave of pleasure goes through me and I can feel myself tightening around his dick. This obviously gets him to finish because he moans deeply and lets out a giant breath. He kisses me one last time probably thinking it’s the last time and gets out of me laying next to me.

I get up and go to the toilet and when I get back Spencer’s sat their in his boxers while I’m still fully naked. I grab my bra and underwear and sit next to him.

“Spencer, I-” I start to say before I’m cut off.

“I really like you. And if you wouldn’t mind I’d like to kiss you a lot more. Not just like that, although that was great, but sweet kisses in public, sleepy kisses on the forehead when I go to work early. Small kisses shared when I think you look cute. Anyway what I’m saying is… i really like you Y/N.” He says still staring at his hands. I get on my knees in front of him and put my hand on his cheek. I put my lips to his and kiss him softly. I stand up and hold my hand out.

“Lets go downstairs, Spencer.” I say and he smiles. He nods and stands up putting on his trousers. I grab my shirt to see his literally ripped it. Seriously. I laugh show him and just use his shirt. I put on my leggings and we go downstairs.

As we sit down and eat the cookies that I thankfully put on a low temperature for 30 minutes. As we’re eating we intertwine our hands listening to the music. When Derek walks in.

“Hey guys how was bondin- WOAH WOAH WOAH I SAID BOND NOT BONDAGE Y/N WHY ARE IN SPENCERS SHIRT, SPENCER WHY ARE YOU SHIRTLESS ANYWAY. DID YOU FUCK ON MY BED!?” He shouts and me and Spencer just laughs as Derek runs out.

“YOU’RE PHONES ARE HERE YOU FUCKING ANIMALS IM OUT.” Derek says as the door slams.

“IHOP?” I ask hungry for pancakes.

“Oh god yes.” He says putting the rest of the cookies in a box.

“Lets go get you a shirt first babe.” I say laughing. His head shots up at me calling him babe. A big smile erupts on his face and he scratches the back of his neck.

Oh god he’s adorable.

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This was a very long imagine but I hope you like my first actual smut. Don’t forget to let me know how to improve and what’s bits you’d like me to change

Thanks for reading.

Thank you to @dontshootmespence for the confidence to post this

Last Dance

Reader x Kol Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*Requested

Word Count: 1402

In your mind, a birthday should always be an excuse to celebrate and forget your problems, at least for a little awhile. However, it was no time to party and cheer over superfluous things. Once you found out the truth about how very much real supernatural creatures were, nothing in your life remained the same. Hell, sometimes you were even afraid to leave your house. Of course, after you became close friends with a bunch of vampires, witches and werewolves, you felt a lot safer. Especially because your loving and caring boyfriend was no one less than Kol Mikaelson, who was part of the oldest vampire family recorded so far.

You let a goofy smile slip and reached for your phone, wanting to read his last text to you. In the nine months you had been dating, he did not spent one day without calling, texting or doing anything he could to assure you how much he loved you and could not live if you were not alongside him. Of course, since you were turning eighteen, he wanted to make you a surprise. And, even though you hated it, if it would make Kol feel good about himself, then the whole thing was bearable.

“Why aren’t you in the very pretty dress I sent you?” A voice asked, coming from behind you. “We should be leaving right now.”

“Kol?”

“Who else could it be?”

“Well…”

The younger Mikaelson shook his head, crossing arms and leant against the wall next to the window of your bedroom. You bit your lower lip, realising that was the sexiest thing you had ever seen. Again, it was pretty obvious the effect he had on you, which put you in a very complicated position, because all you wanted to do was rip his trousers off and get him in your bed. Over and over again.

“Babe… If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t be able to leave.”

“Who says I want to? Perhaps you could give me my birthday gift here.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

You started to unbutton the pink shirt you were wearing and flashed him a sexy smile, which made him giggle. He approached you and grasped your waist, making a soft moan escape and you get his body even more glued to yours. Kol’s lips brushed your own and his hands tightened the grip on your skin.

“Now, would you mind getting dress for us to go? I promise it’ll be an unforgettable night.”

You sighed.

“Do I have another choice?”

“No, miss Y/L/N.”

“Gosh, it’s so sexy when you call me like that.”

Kol laughed and slapped your ass, winking.

“So, Damon called you?” He questioned, while you got off your skirt.

“Yes, he did. Are you still jealous of him?”

“Me? Jealous? No. Definitely no.”

You walked out of the closet, already in the fine blue dress he gave to you.

“What do you think?”

“I think I am very jealous of you.” Kol said, stroking your cheek and pecking your lips. “Can we go now?”

“We can. Make it fast, though, otherwise I’ll rip this clothes out of you.”

“Take it easy, kitten, we have all night long.”

You giggled and both of you left to his promised surprise.

_____________________________________

In a couple of minutes you arrived at the beach, where a majestic boat, which you strongly believed Kol had stolen, was waiting. You were completely stunned by the scene you were staring at. Yes, your boyfriend used to give you incredibly expensive gifts, but that… It was a complete new thing for you. He grabbed your hand and helped you get on it.

“This is…”

“Shush, don’t say anything just yet…”

“I have to.” You embraced him in a clumsy hug. “I love you.”

“I do, too.”

Kol took you inside, where a table, filled with what just had to be great food, was placed. He pulled the chair in order for you to sit and then made his way to the other side, accommodating himself in front of you. A small sigh escaped, while you watched him give you his best smile and serve the wine. Almost like a grown up couple.

“What are you laughing at?”

You bit your lip, shaking your head.

“Nah, it’s nothing.” He raised a brow. “I mean it! I’m just enjoying the view.”

“Yeah, let’s pretend I believe that.”

The Original laughed and snatched your hand, his thumb gently caressing the back. Soon enough your whole body was wired and a silly smile show up on your face, which made you look away, a tiny bit embarrassed by the extension of the effect Kol had on you. It was rather funny how, a few months before you met him, you thought nobody could ever win your heart over. Being in love? It is for the weak. Then he came along and changed everything.

“A penny for your thoughts, love.” Kol whispered and, again, you smirked.

“I’m thinking about us.”

“Oh, I hope it’s our good memories.”

“Considering you have been nothing but a perfect gentleman to me, I don’t think I have any bad memories.”

“If you say so… I won’t disagree.” A smug appeared on his face and you could see the mischief in his eyes. “Let’s dance.”

“What?”

“Come on! I know you love it.”

Kol stood up, going straight to a small radio that was set in the room’s corner. Shortly, a soft ballad started to play and he offered his hand, a cocky smirk painted on his face. You giggled and took it, feeling him pull you towards his own body. While both of you swayed slowly, the younger Mikaelson hid his face on your neck and nuzzled it. The first reflex you had was to stuck your fingers in his hair and bring your forms together even more.

“Y/N, I need to tell you something.” His low voice said in your ear.

“What is it, darling?”

“Klaus knows.”

You pursed your lips, not quite understanding what your boyfriend was talking about.

“Huh?”

“About us. Running away.”

“How did he find out?”

“I have no idea.” Kol looked at you and his eyes had lost the happy gleam. “Just know, no matter what happens, that I’ll always love you.”

“You can’t possibly be doing this to me, Kol.”

“Do I think I want do it?” He licked his lips. “But Klaus won’t allow me to live my life freely.”

“Then let’s run away now. Without further warning.”

He chuckled, leaving your embrace and just sitting on the floor. You sighed, feeling the warm tears roll down your cheeks, and took place on his lap. Both of you exchanged an intense look, trying to find answers on each other’s eyes. It was useless, though. Nobody could go against Klaus, he would not accept it.

You grasped his shirt and pecked his lips, wanting to make that night last forever.

“I don’t think I’ll make it without you.”

“Love… Promise me you’ll be happy.”

“Without you?”

“I’ll come back to you.”

“Kol, I’m just human. I don’t think I’ll be alive when your brother decide to release you.”

“Become a vampire.”

Your eyes widened to his proposal.

“Right now?”

“Yes! Then Elijah will take care of you while I’m gone.”

“Do you really think it’s a good idea?”

“Only if you want to darling.”

“I want be with you, forever.”

Kol smiled and then bit his wrist, making thick blood come out of it. You did not think about it and swooped his arm, attaching your lips to where the red liquid was flowing and felt the metallic taste in your mouth. It was definitely not the wrong choice for you. Even though you were about to be brutally separated from the love of your life, you knew you would be alive to get him back and that made every bad choice worth it.

“I have to kill you now. Are you really sure you want to do this?”

“Like never before.”

“I love you.”

“So do I.”

He pushed your hair aside and sunk his sharp teeth into the delicate skin of your neck. You grasped his hair and, while you felt the life run away from your body, you knew you had made the right choice just by staring deep into his eyes, where you found nothing but a pure and great love. Your true happiness.

Outfit choosing

Once a month, Eren and Levi get to choose each others clothes for the day. The rule is that whatever the other chooses you must wear it.

Eren always chooses the silliest combinations such as a polka dot shirt paired with bright orange leggings and a pink cravat.

Levi usually makes eren look smarter and neater than usual by making him wear his clothes. Downside is that Levi’s clothes are too small for Eren so he waddles around like a penguin all day, scared too bend over in case the trousers rip.

Making a Fat Piggy

Charlie licked his lips as he scanned the computer screen. He scrolled through the many pictures of his friend, Tom Nevin. Charlie had a crush on Tom. He loved Tom’s slightly chubby belly. Charlie come across a picture of Tom where he was on the floor with his belly showing. This really turnt Charlie on. He just wanted to fatten Tom up and play with his belly. Charlie smirked. He knew exactly what he was going to do…

Tom was sat at his desk, trying real hard to ignore the fact that he had work to be done. He sighed and turnt to talk to his friends.
‘Im so bored’ moaned Tom.
'Same’ replied Jack, who was sat next to Tom. 'I dont understand anything on this sheet’
'You can say that again’ Groaned Charlie, who was sat behind the two. Suddenly, the bell rang. All the students started to pack up and leave.
'Make sure you finish the work at home. I will be checking next lesson’ said Mr Ford as the students started to leave the class. It was time. As Tom placed his backpack on, Charlie turnt to him.
'Hey Tom’ Charlie gulped 'Doing anything tonight?’
'No, probably going to play Fifa or something, why’ Replied Tom.
'Do you wanna come round mine?’ Asked Charlie.
'Sure, why not!’ Smiled Tom as he left with Charlie, unknowing of what is going to happen to him…

Charlie and Tom reached the house. Charlie opened the rusty gate and reached the door. He placed his key into the lock and pushed open the door.
'Cheers’ said Tom as he entered the house. He threw off his bag and Charlie shut the door.
'So, want something to eat?’ Asked Charlie, trying to hide his smirk.
'Yeah, go on’ Charlie gestured Tom into the living room.
'Just sit on the sofa while i go see what we got’ Said Charlie as Tom sat down.
'You sure your Mum and Dad wont mind?’ Asked Tom as Charlie stumbled into the kitchen.
'Nah. They dont care.’ Charlie smirked as he started to fill a wheelbarrow with cakes, pizza, cookies and other fatty foods. Tom glanced round the living room. He pulled out his phone to see a text from his girlfriend Becca:
-'Hey Babe. You up for meeting tonite? Xxx’-
Tom replied:
-'Sorry babe. At Charlies house. Text yah when im home. XX’-
Tom locked his phone when he saw Charlie enter with a wheelbarrow full of food.
'Isnt that going overboard Charlie’ Asked Tom, dazed by the sight.
'Nah. You’re going to eat it all though’ Smired Charlie as he stuffed a cupcake into Tom’s mouth. Tom tried hard to resist swallowing the food. He whacked Charlies hand which allowed Tom to spit out the food.
'What the fuck Charlie!’ Screeched Tom as he tried to sit up. Charlie quickly pounced on Tom, pinning him down onto the sofa by sitting on his legs.
'Oh calm down’ said Charlie as he started to unbutton Tom’s shirt. Tom tried to push Charlie off, but failed.
'What the actual fuck!’ Screamed Tom as Charlie ripped the shirt from Tom’s body to reveal a small plushy belly. Charlie squished the roll of fat.
'Oh im going to make you so fat!’ Laughed Charlie as he squished the small squishy belly.
'Charlie!? What the hell is wrong with you!’ Cried Tom as Charlie continued to run his hand across his tummy. Charlie shoved a cupcake into Tom’s mouth with a larger force than last time. Tom tried to hold back from swallowing the food, but failed. As soon as the cupcake was swallowed, another was shoved into Tom’s mouth. Tom moaned as he continued to try and free from Charlies tight grip, but it was too hard. Charlie smiled as he continued to fill up Tom’s mouth with food.

TWO HOURS LATER

Tom groaned as Charlie squsihed Tom’s belly.
'Look at it! It’s getting bigger!’ Smirked Charlie as he poked Tom’s flabby belly. His belly was now bigger. It took on the size of a small soccer ball. It was flabby and started to hang over Tom’s tight trousers. Tom now started to grow moobs, which took the shape of small mounds. He also started to get large love handles. Charlie got off Tom’s lap and made Tom stand on all fours on the floor. Charlie placed a large chocolate cake infront of Tom. Charlie sat on Tom’s back.
'Eat all of it’ Said Charlie as he spanked Tom’s round butt. Tom groaned nd took a large bite out of the cake. The chocolate icing smudged around Tom’s face as the moist texture of the cake melted inside his mouth. Charlie rubbed Tom’s bubble butt which strained against the tight trousers. Suddenly the Trousers ripped down his backside. Tom groaned at the feeling, which caused cake crumbs to fall out his mouth.
'Oh my…’ Blushed Charlie. 'My piggies gone and ripped his trousers! You are getting so big piggy!’ Charlie spanked Tom’s bum, which caused a ripple across his body.
“Im getting so fat” thought Tom as he continued to demolish the cake “Why is Charlie doing this to me?”
After another ten minutes of Tom eating, the cake was completely consumed. Tom spluttered as he started to breathe heavilly.
'Well done my giant piggy!’ Smiled Charlie as he got off Tom’s back. 'Hope you up for more’ Charlie place another four large chocolate cakes infront of Tom.
'No. Please’ Spluttered Tom as he started to pant heavilly.
Charlie sat back on Tom’s back 'Eat them now piggy’
'Too. Full’ Groaned the bloated piggy.
'Eat them now or im going to call over your entire family to see what a fat pig you’ve become’ Charlie smirked. Tom sighed as he took a bite out of the first cake.
'Good piggy!’ Laughed Charlie as he ran his finger down the rip of Tom’s trousers.

-HALF HOUR LATER-

'Wow!’ Squealed Charlie as Tom’s trousers completely ripped from Tom’s body. Tom groaned as the trousers ripped from his body, leaving only his underwear as the last piece of clothing on his body. Tom turnt to see his large butt was on show which had a pair of boxers so tight on his body. They were so tight, his fat cheeks started to flow over them, looking like his ass was eating them.
'Damn piggy!’ Charlie blushed as he squished Tom’s butt 'They flew off! Looks like you’re boxers have become a thong! They look so tight on you Piggy!’ Charlie smacked Tom’s right butt cheek which caused Tom to moan. 'Continue eating your cakes piggy! Only one and a half left!’ Tom moaned as he continued to fill his mouth with cake.

-TWENTY MINUTES LATER-

Tom took the last bite of the cake in front of him. Crumbs fell from his mouth as he chewed the last bite.
'Well done piggy!’ Exclaimed Charlie as he sat on Tom’s back. 'I knew you could eat all them cakes!’ Charlie got off Tom’s back. 'Sit up piggy!’ Tom struggled, but managed to sit upright, leaning his back against the sofa. Tom’s belly hung over his underwear and his thighs. Hhe had a few rolls on his belly which rolled like a rolling pin. Tom’s moobs now took the appearance of a girls pair of boobs. His thighs nearly tripled in size, they were now soft and squished on the floor. Tom also had a number of chins which hung under his original.
'Look at you know piggy! You’ve gotten so fat!’ Charlie grabbed Tom’s love handles and shook, causing Tom’s whole belly to bounce. Tom moaned as Charlie continued to bounce. Then there was a knock at the door.
'Be back in a sec my piggy’ smiled Charlie as he stood up and left the room.

Two minutes later, Charlie returned with eight pizza’s, eight portions of fries and tons of burgers.
'You ready for more my piggy?’ Chuckled Charlie as he placed the food on the floor.
'No. Please’ Tom tried to get up, but struggled.
'No point trying to escape my piggy!’ Said Charlie as he sat infront of Tom. 'You are going to eat and thats it’
'Too. Fat’ Moaned Tom as he placed a hand on his tummy. 'Im so. Big’
'Thats it, touch you’re body. Look and feel how fat you’ve got. Look how big you’re belly is. Look at the way it sags down over your underwear. Look how big  you’re tits are, they are bigger than your girlfriends!’ Charlie moaned 'You are getting so fat! But not fat enough!’ Charlie picked up a slice of pizza and shoved it into Tom’s mouth. Tom moaned as the cheese flavour spread across his mouth.
“Im so fat” Thought Tom as Charlie placed another slice into his mouth. 'Ive gotten. So big. I cant even. Move. Im too. Big.“ Charlie continued to stuff food into Tom’s mouth. Tom was now helpless. He was too fat to move, being stuffed non stop and was being sat on the lap by his 'friend’. Tom moaned as Charlie smiled.

-TWO HOURS LATER-

'Last burger piggy!’ smirked Charlie as he placed the last burger into Tom’s mouth. Tom moaned as he chewed and swallowed the meaty burger.
'Well done piggy! You ate everything!’ Smiled Charlie. Tom groaned. Tom was huge. Tom’s belly now pushed his legs apart and was touching the floor. His moobs were now the size of a large breasted woman. His moobs sat ontop of his flabby belly. His thighs were thick and huge and were squished against the floor. Huge love handles formed on Tom’s hips, followed by rolls up the side of his body.
'Damn Piggy. You are so big!’ Charlie grabbed Tom’s belly.
'Ooh’ moaned Tom 'Stop. Please.’
'Look at you! You’ve gotten so fat!’ Charlie moaned. Suddenly Charlie lunged ontop of Tom and kissed him. Tom pulled back and their lips disconnected.
'Whats wrong piggy? Dont want to be my piggy?’ Charlie leaned in to Tom’s face 'Kiss me back now, or else’
Tom sighed and leaned in towards Charlie. Their lips both connected as they kissed. Charlie’s tongue broke into Tom’s mouth and danced around. Tom moaned as he did the same with his tongue.
"Why is he doing this” Thought Tom “And why am i kissing him back?” They continued to kiss as Charlies hand squished and played with Tom’s fat, moving around his fat body. Charlie pulled away from the kiss and smirked. His cheeks were red and he was sweating 'Ive been wanting this for years Tom’ Tears started to fall slowly from Tom’s eyes. He is now Charlie’s piggy.

anonymous asked:

Girl your fics are the greatest,please give us some beauty and the beast goodness !

Awwwww, thank you anon! You are sweet. And wellll, I was in a mood so here you go. It is just silly fluff, they are probably OOC.



When Belle suggested it, he took it as a joke. But on second thought, it wasn’t such a bad idea. And he honestly looked really good in it.

(That’s what Belle was saying anyway.)

But he felt something weird about it that day and he wasn’t sure what. Then again, it was a day full of oddities. It began in the morning when the servants who helped him dress won’t look him in the eye. He honestly hoped it wasn’t because of something he had said or done. Then at breakfast, Belle was giving him funny looks, trying to hide her amusement behind a book.

(She was reading Rousseau today and her concentrated face when she was reading was adorable and he loved it.)

Then when he was busy in his study, Lumière brought him some letters and tried to hide a chuckle. Adam noticed it, thank you very much. Honestly, he couldn’t understand what was so funny. Even Cogsworth was trying to hide his laugh! Something was very, very wrong here. If only he could find out why. Did he walk funny? He knew he had problems readjusting to a human body, but so did everybody else, so that was no reason to make fun. Did he have something on his face? He didn’t shove his face into his breakfast so he couldn’t have food on his face. Where his trousers ripped?

When the afternoon tea rolled around, he was about to burst. They were in the gardens, enjoying the sunny day as Mrs. Potts was serving the tea. And when not even she could hide her giggles, Adam gave up. As she walked away, the prince pouted, scrunching up his nose in an annoyed manner. Belle put her book down and took out her fan (since when was she carrying one anyway?) pretending to use it to cool down, but given the way her shoulders were shaking, she was obviously just trying to hide her laugh. He hunched back in his chair.

“Can you tell me just what is it that everybody is laughing?”

Giving p on her pretend game, Belle got up and joined him on his side of the table. Then she lifted the teacup enough for him to see his reflection.

“Really, love? Really?” he whined, entirely unamused by the little bow that his beard was tied with.

“I’d say I’m sorry, but it would be a lie.” Belle stated before having another fit of giggles. “You sleep like a log and I couldn’t resist.”

Adam stuck out his tongue at her.

“Orange isn’t even my colour.”