#fa bhm

uhhhhhhhhhhh so here are some more memes based on the wonderful reality in which i find myself

still really depressed and void from bpd, but my husband is so loving and hot and sexy and fat i have no mental health issues when he’s plowing me thru the bed…

V. Rev. Cassius Kiskadden- Irish. former catholic priest. Very Alpha. Very fat. Very gay. Dark brown eyes, ash brown hair.

Now he’s a part time accountant who lives off of his grandparents wealth after they died.

Distant. Cold. Closed off.

6’6”

255lbs —> 467lbs —> 632lbs

Chef Niccolò Geminus - successful Italian restaurant owner. Omega. Twink. Big fat fetish. Loves cooking for his boyfriends. Blows every single one of them up.

Huge family. Sneaky. Loving.

Stormy grey eyes. Jet black hair.

5’9”

170lbs<—>180lbs

Niccolò patting Cassius’ cheek a few times, and purring “c’mon baby, eyes up, yeah? let me see you. look how pretty you are for me.” Cassius has one eyebrow raised incredulously but quickly comes undone as Niccolò sinks himself on his dick.

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Niccolò has a bestie who owns a bakery/pastry shop. She notices that this patron is BLOWING up and makes a joke about it to Niccolò. He immediately demands that she describe him / photos / name / etc.

She says he needs to come down himself the next morning (and that’ she’s not photographing a stranger!!!), when the stranger goes. But they both end up at the same gay club that night…

He couldn’t believe his LUCK.

“Who needs Ahab around when they have you, Niko?” His club partner drawled to him, flitting away to a group of beta otters.

Niccolò didn’t care. He needed the name and number of the gigantic man at the bar. He had to be 6’5”+, and easily over 500lbs. He had a gorgeously handsome face, reddish brown beard, and ash brown hair going prematurely grey.

Niko’s dick twitched as slick slid down his hole as he walked up to the bar.

“What’re you drinking??” He slid up using his most confidently sexy voice.

“Mmmm nothin yer sellin,” the man looked amusingly down at him, giving him a long and sexy once over. His voice was like an avalanche of grumbling.

Niko couldn’t let that amazing accent get in the way of his mission. But this man was proving to be too perfect and he was starting to feel the “omega haze”. He shook it off, pushed his arms into his chest, and leaned forward.

“Nothing??” He pouted. “Nothing at all?” He began to blush realizing he didn’t have a direct line of sight to this sexy man’s dick, instead trailing his free hand down the man’s collar.

“’m Cassius.” His eyebrow was still quirked, but he had a sparkle of interest in his eyes.

Niccolò saw his eyes before he smelled him. A soft green in a sea of deep brown. Then, fire, sandalwood, steel, pine. His knees weakened, but he kept his outward cool.

“I-I’m Niccolò~~” he stuttered breathlessly, cursing himself in his head for appearing so weak.

Now Cassius’ eyes were entirely rich sage green, pupils blown. Niccolò smelled like vanilla and cocoa and coffee and butter and sugar and Cassius wanted him.

“Oh~~ Niccolò?” The big bear purred at him over his whiskey. Niccolò’s grey eyes glaze over as he nods; shiny lips slightly parted.

A slight smirk appears on his face, and he thumbs his rough pad along the under side of Niccolò’s plush lips.

“Do you happen to be an omega, Niccolò?” On the third mention of his name, he focuses more on his captors eyes.

“Mmmmm yes, alpha, I am~~~” he nuzzles his face closer, petting down his chest and belly. “I’m an omega who wants you. How do I make that happen??”

Cassius is stunned by how the omega collects himself after being near catatonic seconds ago. He also wonders if he is drugged, but deicides to play it further. (He is an idiot and doesn’t realize an omega would want him this badly, Niko isn’t drugged he’s just horny)

“Why don’t we get a booth and you tell me about yerself, Niccolò?” As the question leaves his mouth the boy is leading him gracefully to a vacant back booth, pushing his plush form in and crawling in his lap like a succubus.

Cassius is disappointed that he’d become this hard this quickly, but the little minx on top of him wasn’t making it an easy task.

“Tell me what you want, tell me what I can do to make you feel goo~~ood,” Niccolò whispers into the shell of his ear, sliding his lithe body up the soft soft shirt of his prey.

“I’m so flexible, I’m so wet, you can put those big bear paws all over me, daddy, please~~” Cassius winces, too hard for this, too turned on, too hot, too fast.

“Wh-whoa there, little one,” he hefts himself back slightly, taking a deep breath. “Yer the sexiest thing I seen in a while, but I left the church, so the daddy thin—“

“Ohh~~ f a t h e r~~~” the sexy omega moans deeply in his ear, almost a whisper, sounding like he’d been penetrated already. “Mi perdoni padre perché Ho peccato~~”

Now it’s Cassius’ turn to blush, as his cock throbbed in his pants. He couldn’t believe it, his ex career was the least sexy thing he could think of, but this— this succubus of a boy made it so tantalizing, so incredibly hot he knew he had to fuck him tonight.

“Mmm you can call me father. You can call me whatever you want, but just come home with me.” Shocked at his own forward ness, he turns a deep red.

He feels like this is the first time he’s appreciated the boys outfit. A pink crop sweater with a heart cut out showing his gorgeous chest and olive toned skin. Every inch of him smelled like the most delicious pastries, and he wanted to tear those ripped jeans off of him—

Niccolò pressed his lips to Cassius’, licking and biting and kissing across his neck and shoulders.

“Tell me what you want, big bear….” He grinds his perfect ass into Cassius’ lap, and the alpha comes undone.

“Want a pretty boy to ride me. Slowly. Whining for me to let them go faster but denying them. Just watching them grind their dripping hole on my cock, getting them more desperate~” (he’s totally picturing lonely boy porn while he rambles on about this)

Niccolò is still slowly grinding himself on Cassius, coaxing the filth from his mouth. If he had a spare moment to think he would’ve come to the conclusion that he was a demon far sooner.

“Lord~ just making a pretty boy fuck themselves on my cock so slowly before their hips stutter and legs shake from not enough stimulation.”

His scent is so strong, and Cassius’ mouth is starting to water, and his dick is starting to leak so much precome. He grips his hips and pulls him down onto his thick hard cock, mimicking what he was describing.

“Then right before I drag their hips down and fuck up into them and make them come over and over. Making a mess on me and the bed, just fucking them over and over until they’re begging me to come inside them and fill them up.”

“And I’m an alpha that comes a lot, pretty boy,” he purred in the raven’s ear.

Niccolò had never been wetter, had never been hornier, had never been more aroused, turned on, fucking HOT.

“Mmm come home with me~~ come home with me~~ oh fuck, come~~I live close.” The friction between his ass and the fat dick under him is too much. Cassius holds him there, letting him squirm.

“What do you want, little one?” He growls into the omegas ear, ghosting his teeth over the shell.

“Aaahhh~~I need someone to fuck me like they’re obsessed with me, unable to get enough of me, taking their sweet time savoring each and every blissful moment they’re inside me,” Niccolò squirms in his lap, breath speeding up

Cassius rumbles involuntarily, gripping the boy’s hip, his breathing labored.

“I need them to be obsessed with me so they can’t cum without me, I want to be desired so bad, I wanna be the only thing they think about.”

Cassius keeps his eyes trained on this sexy demon lithely gyrating his hips on the shaft of his rapidly hardening cock.

“Oh~~” Niccoló moans, snapping Cassius’ eyes to his gorgeous face, “and I love fat boys 😈😈”

He leans down to whisper against Cassius’ ear, while trailing his fingers across his gut, “I love that big boys can eat and I want to be d e v o u r e d~~”

Cassius is somewhat frozen unsure of how to take this admission and how embarrassed and hot it made him, but Niccolò continues, “I have a nasty habit of blowing up my boyfriends,” he twirls some of his hair, pushing his hand into the plush shelf of Cassius’ chest, “because I’m a professional chef so I can make you whatever you want~~*wink*”

Cassius is embarrassed of how hard his cock is underneath his gut that plagues his existence.