#also I say plus sized instead of fat because

[asquared-ohgodnotthehorrors]

It’s weird to me how Amanda Waller is always both one of the most body positive character in the DCU, being a plus sized black woman who is never treated as lesser for either, and one of the few really well written morally gray and government backed antagonists in the DCU.

Like if she was always the former? Fantastic, great representation!

If she was always the latter? Great, good writing for a character!

The thing that’s weird to me is how consistently she’s both. Both of those archetypes are rarely ever done consistently for characters in Superheroes with long legacies. Amanda Waller has a long legacy and is probably the most consistently written characters in the DCU. And the fact it’s *her* of all characters and those two archetypes of all characters is… just odd to me.

Probably because it’s something very positive I want to see more of mixed into an archetype that’s so realistically hatable. Like she’s only allowed to be good in this regard because she’s antagonistic or morally bad. It’s like Queer Coded Villainy in the Hayes Code era.

I know that’s not remotely what’s happening, but Waller is such a strange and consistent outlier that it just stands out to me, and I’m wondering how she manages to stay so consistent and “writer’s secret racism/sexism/fatphobia” is all that comes to mind. Even though I know that’s not what’s happening.

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One More Problem (Rodrick Heffley X Jefferson!Reader Smut)

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Summary: You were a good girl; straight-A student with extracurriculars, nice to your brother, the worst curse word you’d say in public was “damn.” But behind closed doors, your boyfriend Rodrick can turn you into an entirely different kind of girl.

A/N: inspired by a jefferson!reader ask i answered. did i go overboard with this? who knows lol 

C/W: corruption kink, dom/sub dynamic, dumbification kink, unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT!!), degradation kink, praise kink, cockwarming

***

Nobody could really wrap their head around why you and Rodrick were dating. You were different, too different. You were the good girl. Model student, a golden child, practically perfect. Rodrick, on the other hand, was a complete neanderthal who would probably end up dropping or failing out of high school. 

You supposed that that was something you liked about Rodrick. He was different from the expectations that you had to live up to. He practically lived on energy drinks, played loud ass rock music wherever he went, and wore eyeliner that was always smudged beyond any kind of definition. When you were with Rodrick, he made you feel alive.

Plus, the sex was amazing.

You sighed for what felt like the thousandth time, staring a hole into the homework that sat on your desk. Rodrick had come over to hang out, mainly because the rest of your family was out of the house, but you wanted to finish your homework before goofing off with him. But for some reason, this math worksheet was kicking your ass.

“Babe, just take a break,” Rodrick said, sitting up on your bed.

You shook your head, rubbing your eyes. “Just one more problem.”

“You said that four problems ago.” Suddenly, Rodrick was standing next to you, looking down on you. “Don’t you want a break?”

With the way you were acting, you should’ve said yes. But instead, you shook your head. What you wanted was completely different.

Rodrick noticed the pleading look in your eyes and had to stop himself from laughing. “Do you want me to help you?” You nodded. “Say it.”

“Yes.”

Any other person would immediately say no. But you knew that Rodrick wasn’t offering to help you with the math. 

Rodrick grabbed your wrist, helping you get up. He scooted the chair back a little before sitting down and unbuckling his studded belt. Your mouth watered as you watched your boyfriend pull his half-erect cock out of his jeans and boxers.

“Come on, baby.” He said, one hand stroking himself while the other went under your skirt, cupping your aching pussy through your panties and making you mewl. “Aw, you’re soaking. Needy thing.” 

Rodrick moved you to stand in front of him. He tucked the hem of your skirt into the waistband and moved the seat of your underwear to the side before guiding you to sit on his dick. You let out a whiny moan when Rodrick bottomed out, filling you to the brim. You leaned against his chest, trying to adjust to his size while he stroked your hair.

“You’re just useless without my dick in you, huh? Isn’t that right, pretty girl?” He hooked your legs over his spread ones to put your stuffed pussy on full display. Rodrick looked at the sight from over your shoulder. “What a pretty pussy. Look, baby. Look at how my fat dick is stretching your little cunt.”

You shuddered at his words, incredibly aroused by the way he talked to you. If you had told yourself a year ago that not only would you be dating Rodrick, but you’d also love the way he degraded you during sex, she would’ve thought you were fucking crazy.

“Okay, you know the rules.” Rodrick brought you out of your thoughts by grabbing your chin and making you look at the neglected paper you had been working on. “Finish your homework, and you can get fucked like the dirty girl you are. You only have one problem left, right?” You nodded, but that wasn’t good enough for Rodrick. His hands went down to your hips and pulled you even further down on his cock, making you squeal. “I thought you were a good girl.”

“I am.” You whined, gripping his wrist. “I am, I am.”

“Then answer me. You only have one problem left, right?”

“Yes!” Pleased, Rodrick let go of his iron grip on your hips, making you both relieved and disappointed. His hands settled on your inner thighs while you grabbed your pencil and started to read over the problem again.

But he just felt so good. You tried to discreetly grind on him, but a hard slap to your thigh deterred you from any further action.

Rodrick must have sensed that you were still having problems. “I thought my dick was supposed to help you, baby.” He cooed, fingers ghosting over your clit. “But you’re just getting dumber and dumber, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh.” You gripped your pencil as Rodrick pinched your clit, making you jolt. 

It felt like a million years before you finally finished the math problem. With every second that passed, you just became more and more needy and cockdrunk. It didn’t help that Rodrick would play with your clit every time you actually started to concentrate.

You set the pencil down on your desk. “Done?” Rodrick asked.

“Uh-huh.”

He looked over your shoulder, smiling when he saw that the paper was completely filled out. He, of course, didn’t know whether or not you were actually correct, but the fact that you finished the problem was its own accomplishment. “Looks like my girl deserves a reward, huh?”

You furiously nodded, and Rodrick grabbed your chin to smash his lips against yours. It was a sloppy battle of tongues and teeth. Not wanting to ruin your work, Rodrick moved the worksheet to the side before standing up, bringing you with him, still impaled on his cock. He broke the kiss and had you bend over the desk, staring out the window that was right in front of you.

He slowly started to pull out, spreading your cheeks so he could see how soaked his dick was in your juices. He stopped when just the tip was in, smirking at the sound of you whining about feeling empty before slamming back into your greedy cunt. Rodrick kept up a brutal pace, balls slapping your clit with every thrust.

Your eyes rolled back as Rodrick grabbed you by the hair, pulling you up so you were arching your back and looking out into the neighbor. “Imagine your family saw you like this.” He grunted in your ear. “What would they think? Seeing their precious daughter being a dirty, cockdrunk whore for me right now.” You whined loudly, incredibly grateful that the house was empty. “If only everyone knew that the golden girl gets dumb from me dicking her down.”

Rodrick reached around to start rubbing at your clit, making your legs tremble. Thank god the desk and Rodrick’s grip on your hair were holding you up. “Roddy!” You whined, screwing your eyes shut. “Roddy, I’m gonna come. Can I come?”

“Beg.” Your boyfriend responded sharply, keeping up his relentless pace.

“Please, please, please. I’ve been such a good girl for you.” You whimpered at the feeling of Rodrick continuously brushing against your G-spot. “I’m your dirty little girl. I wanna come so bad, please!”

“So fucking needy.” Rodrick groaned, speeding up the pace on your clit. “Since you wanna come so bad, do it now. All over my cock.”

The coil in your tummy snapped, and you let out a high-pitched scream at the feeling of your intense release. Your entire body shook as you covered Rodrick’s dick in your cum, which just made it easier for him to piston in and out of you. He fucked you roughly through your high, making you whimper and squirm as he chased his own.

“Fuck, gonna-” Rodrick cut himself off with a groan, spilling into you while his pace stuttered to a stop. 

Slowly, he leaned on top of your worn-out body, both of you hissing at the feeling of him going deeper in you. You were quiet for a few minutes, trying to collect yourselves.

When Rodrick recovered, he left a couple kisses on your shoulder. “You okay?” 

You looked back at him, a lazy grin overtaking your features. “Never been better.”

***

Rodrick Heffley Taglist: @tweedledipshit @screechingsandwichtriumph

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Champagne Supernova

~Champagne Supernova by Oasis~

Author's note: this is inspired by the TV show My Mad Fat Diary because I was listening to this song and reminded me of the whole show. So this is loosely inspired by Rae and Finn. So this plus size reader :) Summary: Luke comforts Y/N after being nervous about being seen together.

Warnings: some triggering language regarding weight and personal image Word Count: 1,566 Luke Hughes x plus size fm!reader

She stared at her reflection contemplating if the New Jersey Devils sweater on her body was too tight. She tugged it at different places before she let out a groan. She moved towards her vanity, she sat down and pulled a headband on her head to pull her hair away from her face to get her makeup on.

Tomorrow is the stadium series for the New Jersey Devils and her long-term boyfriend Luke. They’ve been together ever since freshman year of high school. She tapped the small button beneath her vanity mirror to turn on the bright light to help her put her makeup on. 

She had soft music playing in the background as she slowly began to add primer to her skin. Luke knocked on the bedroom door before peeking his head into their shared bedroom. He smiled as he saw the hints of the forty-three on the back.

“Devils stuff looks good on you,” he mumbled as he leaned down and ran his hands from her shoulder down her sides. He delicately pressed his lips to the top of her head. She smiled softly as she began dabbing her face with her beauty blender. “I’m excited to show you off to my teammates,” he muttered before he flopped down on the beanbag sitting beside the vanity.

He tilted his head back against the wall as he admired her features. 

She has always been plus sized, well before they were in a relationship together. Luke has always found her the most beautiful girl in the world. They had three classes together their freshman year and Luke spent the majority of the first semester trying to convince her to go on a date with him.

In all honesty from the first time he asked her out, she was convinced he was doing it as a joke. It was hard to believe a handsome tall, athletic man like Luke would want someone like her. She never found herself pretty because of her weight. How could someone like him ever want someone like her?

But he did, and he spent months trying to prove to her how genuine he was. It took four months for her to finally say yes. He had spent every moment he could making sure she was happy and she was loved.

He’s been in love with her since the moment he saw her and six years later nothing has changed. At least he thought nothing had changed. 

After being drafted for the NHL and officially playing for the team this season; Y/N has felt something shift in her confidence. She’s never wavered in her confidence level throughout their relationship. The occasional thought that he was staying with her out of convenience would come into her mind. But Luke would look at her with the same look he did the first time he said ‘I love you’ and the thought would disappear. 

The more she started going to his games, she noticed the size of the other girlfriends of the players. How much more petite and bleached blonde they looked. It was hard to go up and say she was also dating one of the players. So, she never did. She would stay in the stands and watch instead of the WAGs suite.

“You’re staring,” she mutters as she begins to powder her features. 

“I don’t see you enough anymore, I miss looking at ya,” he mutters as he delicately tapped his knee against her side. She smiled softly as she continued her makeup routine. 

She felt her heart race as she continued to do her makeup. “I miss looking at you too,” she mumbled. He stood up slowly. He towered over her as he leaned down, she tilted her head back to meet his gaze. He took a hold of her chin, smiling softly as he leaned down and delicately kissed her.

He pulled away, only for a moment before he kissed her again. “Lukey,” she mumbled against his lips. He took a deep breath before pulling away only a few inches.

“I know,” he mumbled, “You have to get ready,” he let out before he planted another kiss on her lips before he slowly began to walk away. “I’m going to take a quick shower, my love,” he smiled towards her as he left the bedroom. 

It took another thirty minutes before she was done with her makeup, she was unsatisfied with how it looked. Nothing seemed to make her look how she wanted to. Her makeup wasn’t sitting right and her hair was not looking how she wanted it to. She stood in front of the mirror as she ran her hand over her sides. The curves weren’t in the right spot, nothing seemed to make her look good or feel confident. 

He knocked on the door again before he entered the room wearing the red and black Devils beanie and the bright red zip up. She forced a smile on her lips as she met his eye through the mirror. “You look beautiful,” he said as he shut the door behind him as he walked towards her. She clenched her jaw as she pursed her lips forward. He squinted his eyes, “What’s on your mind?” he asked as he delicately placed his hands on her hips. She pulled away from him, blinking rapidly.

“I don’t know if I should go,” she mumbled. His face fell as he watched her walk towards the bed.

“Why not?” he asked barely above a whisper. She pulled her lips together as she kept her gaze on the small blanket in front of her.

“Luke, there’s going to be cameras,” she let out, her voice breaking.

“So?” he pleated, “I want them to meet you! I’m always bragging about my super amazing girlfriend and they keep wanting to meet you!” he expressed, delicately reaching his hand to take a hold of her arm. She pulled her arm away from his grasp.

“And what are they going to think when they look at me?” she countered, turning her gaze to meet his eye. He furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head.

“Why do you care about what they think?” he asked, gesturing behind him. Her lips began to quiver as she tilted her head back.

“Because do you know how much better you could do than me?” she offered, her lips quivering. He shook his head while pursing his lips forward. “You’re a professional athlete, you could easily get some celebrity who’s skinny and pretty-”

“Where’s all of this coming from?” Luke asked, shaking his head. She paused as her mind was racing. “Y/N, since when did you think about stuff like that?”

“I’ve always thought about stuff like that! Every time we take a picture I think about how people will look at it and think,  “What’s he doing with that ugly fat ass, he could do so much better.” Fan girls are ruthless, Luke! I don’t want them to look at me and think-”

“I don’t care about what they think!” he shouted back. She rolled her eyes while letting out a huff of air.

“I do!” she yelled back. 

“The only two opinions that should matter are mine and yours!” He took a step towards her, looking deeply into her teary eyes. “I look at you and all I see is the most beautiful girl in the world!” 

“You know that’s not true,” she let out while shaking her head.

“That’s my opinion! I get to decide who I think is beautiful. I get to decide who I want to love! You have no idea how I see you. You are beautiful and sexy and smart and you’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Y/N. That’s the opinion that should matter, not what some fourteen year old girl says in a Tiktok comment,” he explained while scanning her features. 

She smiled softly as he spoke. “I love you,” she let out quietly as her voice broke. He smiled softly as he engulfed her in a hug, she blinked harshly as she leaned her head against his chest.

They hugged for a few more seconds before she pulled away, he waited until she was ready to separate. She looked into his eyes before she wiped the small tears that fell on her cheek. Her gaze looked towards the beanie that was too big for his head and a chuckle fell from her lips. 

“What?” he asked, chuckling.

“You look like the Cat in the Hat with that,” she let out as she pointed towards the hat. He rolled his eyes playfully as he wrapped his arms around her waist as he rocked her back and forth.

“The what? The what?” he asked teasingly as he swayed them back and forth. A laugh fell from their lips as he slowly pulled away from her. “You ready?” he muttered. 

“Let me fix this,” she motioned towards the small smears of mascara beneath her eyes. His mouth fell open shortly before it clammered shut. “I’ll be ready in five minutes,” she mumbled before pressing her lips against his cheek.

“Okay, Darling,” he muttered with a wide smile before he plopped down on the beanbag chair. She stared towards him suspiciously. “I like watching you do your makeup,” he mumbled. She rolled her eyes as she smiled towards him before she sat back down at her vanity.

[blossomthepinkbunny]

I wanna talk about the pride artwork for HB, because like a lot of other people I have some thoughts.

Firstly, positives:

It overall looks pretty good imo. The colours are bright and the picture has nice energy. I don't mind the HB/HH artstyle in general, it's mostly the designs that are the problem (the designs in HB are better than in HH). It is very cluttered, but I sorta learned to deal with that and I don't mind as much here.

Millie being there for Moxxie is cute and she looks amazing.

The outfits for some of the characters look good.

Sallie May being a Lesbian is nice (idk why, it just is).

Verosika looks great and very pretty (as always).

I like the idea of Loona taking Octavia to her first Pride parade. I like the idea of them hanging out in general and I want to see more of that.

Beelzebub looks cute.

I like the face Barbie makes (idk either).

Now onto the things I don't like:

Some of these sexualities seem kinda like they were just made up on the spot. Loona being Bisexual is nice, but she literally only ever showed interest in guys and there was never anything that could lead us to assume that she's Bi. The same thing goes for Mammon or Andrealphus. For Andrealphus it seems like they just made him gay to excuse the weird comments he makes about his Sister and especially since a lot of people started using their weird relationship to imply that Stella has some problems as well and isn't just a heartless bitch. Now they can basically just say: "Andrealphus isn't weird towards Stella, he is literally gay, why would he harrass her". I don't mind as much with characters like Bee or Barbie, because they only showed up once and it would've been pretty difficult to confirm their sexualities.

A lot of people mentioned Mammon being Ace just seems like an excuse to not put him in sexual merchandise or something. He is the only fat character in HB (who is actually relevant) and he is one of the two ace characters. It feels sorta disingenuous when the only two ace characters are a teen and the single fat character you have. Especially since, if I remember correctly there were a lot of people (including me) who found Mammon attractive and were looking forward to more sex-positivity for plus sized folks, especially when in Vivzepops shows theres only him and Mimzy (Adam as well maybe).

Why do a lot of the pansexual demons in this show feel stereotypical. Bee and Asmodeus are fine, the background demons as well I guess. Blitzø is super horny all the time and could fill a whole party just with people he slept with. Verosika and her followers are succubi who we saw sexually assault Moxxie. Barbie Wire manipulated a teenage/barely legal human to do what she wants by using her body. And Chaz is a literal and very open sexual harrasser/abuser. The only joke he has are making unwanted sexual remarks toward Moxxie and being horny. He has a sign that says: "I will fuck anything", which isn't what pansexuality is and the wording makes it really weird ("anything" not "anybody"). And he looks at Andrealphus weirdly. Him and Blitzø are also naked for no reason.

I would've loved to see some nonbinary/genderfluid/genderqueer characters. We don't have one confirmed genderqueer character. How about nonbinary Octavia or Vasago. Or genderfluid Moxxie. Or bigender Barbie or something. I just wished we had anything like that. Also a personal headcannon of mine, but Asmodeus should probably be Polyamorous. He is the incarnation of Lust and with how they wrote him in the show it's kinda hard to believe/doesn't make sense that he is in a monogamous relationship.

Where are Mayberry and Martha? They were confirmed to be sapphic and so far they're the only sapphic characters in an actually sapphic relationship we see in HB. Why does Wally get to be there but they aren't? Why is Vasago there instead of them, when he hasn't even showed up in an episode yet? Why is Vasago there in general? It's not like i'm gonna be happy with him being confirmed to be gay because there is nothing we know about him yet.

Why is Tex not there? Did they just forget him? He might be straight but he could still be there to support his girlfriend and isn't he literally Verosikas bodyguard. He was at the weird Blitzø hate party with her, but not here?

Isn't Chaz dead?

Why would Asmodeus and Fizz go to the same parade as Mammon, when the only episode with Mammon so far has dealt with how much he hurts Fizz.

You might say: "This isn't supposed to make sense, it's just a more interesting way to confirm characters' sexuality for pride month, so it doesn't have to make canon/logical sense". Which I would agree with, if they didn't excuse Stella and Striker (two pretty important characters) not being there by saying something along the lines of: "Do you really think they would attend a pride parade?". Maybe not, but I also don't think Chaz would attend a parade, being dead and all. I also don't think that Barbie would go out of her way to go to hell, just to attend a pride parade, especially since her brother is there too. I also don't think Andrealphus would go out of his way to go to a parade filled with imps and people he doesn't like. I also don't think Mammon would be there because it's nothing that brings him money or something. Stella might be straight and that's the reason she isn't here. But her brother (who she seemingly likes and confines in) is there and she could go to support him and her being straight isn't even confirmed, so she could very well be queer. And isn't Striker queer as well? Im sorta confused with that, because they try to make him a bigot (probably also homophobic), but the scene he has with Blitzø in "Harvest moon festival" seems very queer. His offense at sexual remarks could also imply that he is a very sex-repulsed asexual or Demisexual or something. Unless of course they want to use the fact that he doesn't like sexual remark from men as a way to make him seem homophobic (even though him reacting bad to unwanted sexual remarks doesn't mean he's bigoted, like that's well within his rights to be uncomfortable). It's not as if Viv shows restraint with making villians/antagonists queer in general. Mammon, Chaz, Andrealphus are all antagonists in HB and are also there. In HH they literally went out of their way to confirm Vox being in a relationship with Valentino, a rapist. It seems like being Straight/Bigoted/too much of an asshole to show up only applies to the characters who actively dislike Stolas and to the only main female antagonist.

[sister-lucifer]

Brian/Hoodie, Toby, + Eyeless Jack with a chubby S/O

Brian, Toby, + EJ x Gender Neutral Reader (Separately)

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Genre: Fluff + NSFW

Content/Warnings: NSFW but no smut, lots of body talk (all positive), so if that makes you uncomfortable be aware, oral sex (reader receiving), Toby likes to suck titties, Toby is very handsy 

A/N: i’m almost definitely projecting on this one cuz i have a chubby partner and i lub him🥺 

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Brian 

[SFW]

Brian’s a pretty lanky lad, he’s built like stickbug 

So having a chubby S/O would be a WONDERFUL contrast for him!

His favorite thing is being able to use you as a human weighted blanket 

He cant fall asleep without you, not after that first snuggle session! Your presence is so warm and calming 

You’re just perfect for cuddles, especially spooning 

Any excuse he has to wrap his arms around you, he’s taking it, 100% 

Big bear hug with a playful squeeze to boot 

+ He’s asking you to sit on his lap any chance he gets 

Oh there are three other chairs you could use? But he loves you:( Sit with him:( He’s just a little guy:(

( (manipulatively) )

I’m sure we all know that finding plus sized clothes that are cute but not expensive as FUCK is way too hard, but that problem is completely out the window now 

Brian has mad sewing skills, so he can alter OR duplicate anything you’d like! 

(The only catch is he has to make/get a matching one for himself, this is non-negotiable, sorry) 

[NSFW] 

Of course, we can’t always be family friendly wholesome here 

Let’s just say he loves having so much soft, plush skin to grab onto 

This man is a head giving god, like ridiculously skilled 

And not only that, he really enjoys doing it. For him it can sometimes be more enjoyable than the actual sex part 

He looooves grabbing onto your thighs and hips while he eats you out, just grabbing handfuls of everything he possibly can 

He gets really into giving oral too, like closing his eyes and moaning and just giving it his all, completely invested 

He’s gripping on for dear life 

Don’t be surprised if you have bruises in the shape of his fingertips 

And if you’re feeling especially generous, make sure you squeeze his head with your thighs 

It’s his fave ❤️ 

Toby 

[SFW]

Honestly this segment is gonna be pretty short 💀

Writing anything SFW for Toby is hard, he’s too much of a horndog 

He’s also a cuddle bug much like Brian, so a lot of those headcanons could apply to him 

He’s very tactile so he tends to be grabby, especially with your thighs and love handles 

Not even exclusively in a sexual way, a lot of the time it’s really just a sensory thing 

His hands just absentmindedly wander, and you just happen to be close by most of the time 

He’s not a big fan of anyone or anything laying on top of him at all since it makes him feel trapped, so he likes laying on top of you instead! 

It really helps calm him down after he gets hyper or upset 

[NSFW]

Forgive me if this is a controversial take, BUT: 

Toby is a boobs guy 

And I don’t just mean breasts, I don’t just mean AFAB chests

Any sort of soft chest fat will do 

He’s using his mouth a loooot, sucking and biting and leaving little marks all over your chest and nipples 

And every chance he gets he will grab your chest 

You could be fully clothed doing something completely unrelated to him and if he walks by he’s slipping his hands under your shirt 

He’s grabbing everything tbh 

Once again, it’s a sensory thing that can wind up horny 

He loves your thighs even more than Brian does 

Thigh jobs are his fave ever, not only because your thighs are easy to get to at all times but because they’re so warm and soft and perfect!! 

And the entire time his wandering mitts are squeezing and groping every bit of skin he can get to 

Jack

[SFW] 

Since EJ can’t exactly rely on his sight, he has to use his other senses, one of the most common ones being touch 

He can be touchy too, but not in the same way Toby is 

He doesn’t grab or squeeze or anything, he simply runs his hands over you, often over your clothes 

He likes feeling the softness and the curves of your body, just tracing his fingers over your hips and tummy 

Especially holding your face, rubbing his thumbs over your round cheeks and admiring your beauty in his own way 

He also headbutts like a cat when he wants attention, so don’t he surprised when you randomly feel his face against your stomach or leg 

If you really wanna show him love, let him lay on your chest while you scratch his head 

He likes to be able to listen to your heartbeat 

Jack has many animal like behaviors, one of those being kneading or ‘making biscuits’ like a cat 

If he’s kneading the soft skin of your stomach or thighs, that’s how you know he’s suuuuuper comfortable 

Like, as comfortable as he can possibly get 

Be prepared to be used as a pillow very often 

[NSFW] 

Jack is also good at giving head, but not in the same way Brian is 

He’s not as skilled or practiced, but you can’t go wrong with up to five squirming tentacle tongues working to get you off at any given time 

(Plus, he purrs, which basically turns his mouth into a vibrator) 

He also really enjoys fingering you, and will often use his hands and tongue at the same time 

Your insides are just so warm and soft, and he’s attracted to that heat 

He could get lost in your warmth and sweet taste 

He’ll run his hands gently over your body the entire time, and it’s certainly not unusual for him to knead during these sorts of activities 

He likes to lick you as well, and if you allow him to get a bit carried away, he’ll run his tongue up and down your body 

There’s just something about your plush skin and wonderful curves that completely captivate him in a way that nothing else can 

[siuilsalak]

Y’all need Ana grocery list help? I live to serve! If you want any other categories just drop an ask and I’ll get right on it!

Grain (these are higher cal bc the nature of grains, they’re good to use as a base since if included in 3 meals a day, it should add up to less than 400cals)

Couscous- one half cup(DRY!) is 90 cals, and it doubles in size when cooked. Good grain to fluff up a meal in case you need to eat in front of others! (100g=112 cals + 4g protein)

Soba- “buckwheat noodles” if you’re not in an area that sells Asian products, 1 calorie per gram, good alternative to pasta by 30+ cals +5g protein

Boiled lentils- amazing protein too, I personally really like lentils because of the low cal and extremely low cost! 100g=116 calories + 10g protein.

Meats

Turkey breast- less than 1 cal a gram, per 100 grams and 97 cals + 24g protein. People say it dries out easily but if you just follow.. the instructions on the package.. oh well

Spicy black bean patties: listen. They’re good ok! I personally LOVE them, microwave them or dry fry and it’s a great breakfast. (100g=164 cals+ 15g protein)

Ham: if you don’t buy the fancy ass honey ham spiral cut then it’s not expensive either! (100g=139cals+22g protein) also who the hell is eating 100g of ham. Cmon. Put the fork down and drink some water, or have that be your one meal

Vegetables (contrary to popular belief, some vegetables are worse than others!)

Japanese sweet potato- 264 cals per 200 grams (100g= 132cals) steam it and rejoice since you discovered a 132 cal meal, I can hardly make it through one! They’re very sweet when fully cooked so they also work in making you feel sick if you keep eating.. just in case :))

Asparagus- steamed asparagus is one of my favorite foods just for taste, it was here before the Ed and it’ll stay forever amen. 100g is 20 calories, great for volume eating especially since when steamed it expands and looks like a whooole lot more

Cucumber- 100g=15cals. “sometimes you need to eat an entire cucumber?” that’s normalized now! Low suspicion high volume ana meal. Slice it up and add lemon juice and salt (5g lemon juice= 1cal, salt=0)

Romaine lettuce- 100g=17 calories. alongside couscous and cucumber you can make a giant bowl for less than 150cals.

Cherry tomatoes: 100g=25 calories. I honestly don’t eat this one very often because they’re so easy to put in your mouth and forget about, slice them up to add to something instead of using them as a snack.

Fruits (don’t come for me I hate blueberries.. there I said it.. they’re so weird texturally!!!)

Honeydew- once again one of my favorite foods outside the ed. It’s so sweet and soft, plus since it’s called honeydew nobody thinks you have an Ed when you’re chowing down on this supposedly sugary melon! 100g=36 calories, but tbh I probably eat 300g whenever I get my hands on it.

Watermelon- an alternative for honeydew in this case, 6 less calories per 100g, but less fun :/ tajin on watermelon is banger though! (Tajin=0 cals)

Apple- edtumblr staple and for a reason! apples can help suppress appetite because they are high in fiber and water, which can make you feel full. (100g=52 calories)

Pears- high in pectin fiber, pears can slow digestion and keep you feeling satisfied for longer! (100g=57 calories)

Drinks (I don’t think that “drinking your calories” is bad! But since that seems to be a super popular take here I’m gonna avoid anything like that!)

Water- Drinking a glass of hot water before meals can help settle the stomach and can help you feel fuller longer, taking a sip of water between each bite also helps reduce overall calorie intake since you’re consuming more! Remember to check out water weight though!! Don’t think you gained 5lb overnight of fat I promise that’s not how it works babe

Green Tea- calorie-free, contains antioxidants, and has been shown to help with appetite control( possibly due to compounds like catechins..?) I prefer jasmine oolong at about 500mL a day (0 cals)

Black Coffee- Low in calories and rich in antioxidants, black coffee can temporarily suppress appetite, partly due to its caffeine content. Nasty asf though. Also calories change by type so please check yours personally 🙇‍♀️

Vegetable Broth- A warm, low-calorie broth can be filling due to its volume, helping curb hunger!! (Great value vegetable broth is 4cals for 100mL)

Sparkling Water- Carbonated water adds a sense of fullness due to the bubbles, and can be a satisfying low-calorie option. Also haha it tickles your mouth ! I buy seltzer and then put it in soda cans so people don’t think I’m andorexick

[sittingbesideyoulikeasilhouette]

Make Things Even

Pairings: Dean x plus size reader

Synopsis: you and Dean had a love hate relationship but what happens when you sneak lust into the equation? What happens when Dean accidentally walks in on you playing with yourself?

Author’s note: I wrote this in 3 hours on my phone instead of going to bed. This is my first SPN fic, please tell me what you think!!! P.S Sammy is the sweetest lil wingman in this lol

You slowly blinked your eyes open and turned to see 10:04 staring back at you on your alarm clock. You stretched out your limbs and your muscles ached in protest - clearing out that vamp nest with the boys a couple of days ago really pushed you to your limits so you all christened today “rest day.” The boys could tell how worn out you were and Sam had been talking non-stop about going to the movies so today you were all officially unplugged and forbidden from going on or looking for cases.

You got up, put on your slippers, and followed the smell of bacon to the kitchen.

“Morning princess,” Dean called out from his place at the table, setting his cup of coffee down and peering up at you. You rolled your eyes and scoffed.

“If anything, I’m a goddess.” You made your way to Sam who was offering you a plate of bacon, eggs, and pancakes.

“Here you go, Goddess,” Sam jokingly said putting the plate in your hands. You smiled and Dean rolled his eyes before going back to eating his breakfast.

As you went to sit at the table, the spot opposite to Dean, you saw him sneak a peak at you. You were sporting some tight, short, velvety black shorts and a tank top and Dean made sure to stare a bit too long at both your ass and your tits before pretending he didn’t spare you a second glance. You knew Dean loved sex but you also knew he sought out sex with thin women and you.. well, you were not. You’d grown somewhat comfortable with your body over the years and you weren’t scared of wearing tight clothing anymore but you’d heard Dean say a few offhanded fat jokes so you knew the chance of you two ever having anything was null. And, you were okay with that, really, because even though Dean was the most attractive man you’d ever laid your eyes on you also realized you’d never be fully comfortable with him to have sex. So, you decided that not giving a shit about what you wore around the bunker was the way to go and even though sometimes he’d look at you like he wanted nothing more than to have his way with you, he’d always grab his keys, say goodbye with a “don’t wait up,” and come back with one or two small hickeys on his neck that no doubt a petit brunette gave him.

“Something caught your eye?” You asked Dean with a cheeky smile and he spared a second glance at your tits before looking back up at your face.

“Nope.”

“You sure?” You asked again, looking up at him from under your lashes and making sure your tits bounced a bit as you reached for the syrup. Again, he looked down at your tits but this time you swore there was a slight sparkle in his eye. You knew you’d never have sex with the man but that didn’t mean you didn’t enjoy torturing him a bit. When he looked back up at you he knew you’d caught him staring so he awkwardly coughed and grabbed his fork.

“Uh yeah, yes. Yes, I’m sure,” he put a piece of bacon into his mouth and you decided to give the guy a break.

“Thank you for breakfast Sam,” You called out to him as he made his way to sit next to Dean.

“No problem, I figured I’d be up before either of you anyway. You two are so similar honestly - you both love sleeping in and are cranky without breakfast. I can expect little scowls every morning before either of you are fed.”

“I don’t scowl,” You and Dean said in unison while scowling at Sam.

“Uh huh, like I said,” Sam laughed and started eating his breakfast. You looked at the boys eating and suddenly got a bit self conscious; they were both well over 6 feet tall and muscular meanwhile you were a chubby and soft 5’7 eating the same breakfast they both were. You knew Sam meant nothing by serving you all the same portions, in fact you loved that he never called any attention or made any distinctions based on your weight, but it didn’t stop your brain from overthinking.

“Everything okay? Are you not hungry?” Sam asked you with a concerned tone. You were about to answer when Dean responded instead.

“Of course she’s hungry.” He said it offhandedly while reading the paper, he probably didn’t even realize what he said or how it sounded but it sent your brain into overdrive and you wanted more than to not be there at all. Sam quickly looked over at Dean, knowing exactly what it sounded like, and you could tell he was about to tell him off but you cut in instead.

“I’m just tired, I think I’ll head back to my room to rest.” You pushed your plate forward. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Dean put the paper down and look up at you.

“But you just woke up?” Dean called out to your retreating form as you made your way across the kitchen. His voice sounded confused and also.. sad?

“I’m going to rest just after waking up kind of like how you keep drinking after downing 7 beers. Not everything makes sense, Dean, it just is,” you called back and you didn’t realize quite how harsh you sounded until you’d already made your way out of the kitchen. Whatever, Dean had thick skin and he’d get over it; you’d get over it too.

* * *

A couple hours later a small knock startled you out of the book you were reading.

“Come in,” You called from your comfortable spot in bed and you looked up to see light, sandy brown hair and a pair of beautiful green eyes peering at you from behind the door. Dean hesitated there before finally taking a couple steps inside your room.

“How’s your book?” Dean making small talk? Sam must have put the fear of God in him.

“You came in here to talk about my book?”

“No, I came here to apologize,” he said, looking at the floor with his hands in his pocket. He looked nervous and a little helpless.

“It’s fine Dean.”

“No it’s not,” he scratched the back of his neck and looked everywhere except at you, “I was a complete ass back there and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it the way it came out I swear, it’s just Sam and I are always starving after a hard case and I know the vamps were rough so I just meant you were hungry because duh you took down like 6 vamps but then I realized that it sounded like I was talking about you and your body and I would never talk about you like that. Your body is fucking perfect and I opened my mouth and just made a fucking mess. I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry.” Dean finished his apologetic rant but one thing kept ringing in your ears. Your body is fucking perfect.

“You can apologize but you don’t have to lie Dean.”

“I didn’t lie,” he said defensively and finally looked at you. You don’t know why but that just pissed you off even more.

“My body is fucking perfect? C’mon, seriously? it’s probably only just tolerable by your standards,” you shot back and saw his face etched into perfect confusion.

“What? What the fuck are you talking about? Tolerable? I know you caught me staring at you earlier, so you know that’s not true”

“Yes fine I have big tits and some ass but I’m still fat”

“Who gives a fuck?” He nearly shouted at you. This conversation was equally confusing and infuriating you. When the hell did Dean Winchester decide he was attracted to bigger women?

“I don’t but you do.” You held your ground.

“What are you talking about?” You could tell he was aggravated too.

“Dean, when is the last time you fucked someone who wasn’t a size zero?”

“I haven’t yet but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to” he responded without skipping a beat. You both stared at each other and you refused to be the first one to break eye contact. Dean gave you an easy out and dropped his gaze down to your body. God, you swear the room went up 20 degrees. Dean Winchester was lusting after you, a size 16? Absolutely not, it couldn’t be. Just as Dean made eye contact with you again Sam came excitedly barging in.

“Okay the movie starts at 4 and it’s 1:12 right now. The movie theater is like 30 minutes away but we should account for traffic and snack time so we should leave at 3, sounds good, right?” Sam looked at you and Dean with a smile on his face, completely oblivious to the situation he’d just diffused.

“Yes Sam, sounds good,” Dean answered in a clipped tone and pat his brother on the shoulder before turning around and walking out of your room. You saw Sam mutter a small ow and clutch his shoulder before he looked over at you.

“Are you sure I can’t convince you to come with us?”

“A French film? No thanks Sammy, I’d rather stay here and read a book or watch trashy American TV,” you giggled holding up your book.

“Okay okay, we’ll bring you back some popcorn, promise” he said turning around to leave.

“Hey, does Dean know it’s a French film?” You’re surprised Dean would ever agree to that.

“He better, I talked to him about it for like an hour,” Sam said as he shut your door. Now that you were alone you actually had time to think about everything that happened in the last 10 minutes. Dean was attracted to bigger women? Dean was attracted to you? You felt like your entire world had shifted and you had no idea which way was up. You didn’t know if this meant that you and Dean would ever become anything but now that you knew your feelings could be requited, there was at least a possibility and that intrigued you and terrified you all at once.

* * *

The beginning of the end came at 2:50.

“Hey I looked it up on the theater’s website and for sure there will be subtitles” Sam confirmed as he made sure he had his phone and wallet in his front right jacket pocket. Dean, who had been previously looking for his keys, immediately stopped and looked at his brother.

“Subtitles, Sam?”

“Yes Dean subtitles. I told you this was a French movie.”

“French? Like a French movie?” Dean asked with a hopeful smile.

“No Dean not a French movie, it’s just a French movie. C’mon dude I talked to you about it for like an hour.”

“Sammy I don’t feel good,” Dean said grabbing his stomach.

“No, you’re not flaking out on me right now. We’re leaving Dean.” Sam said sternly pointing to the door.

“C’mon man, I’m not sitting through a 2 hour French movie that doesn’t even have any porn.”

“You suck man, the worst,” Sam called out to his brother as he grabbed the keys and made his way to the garage.

“Leaving now, bye!” Sam called out after he’d made his way to the top of the stairs and heard your faint little bye in response. He couldn’t see Dean anymore and figured he’d gone to his room to listen to some music. He smiled knowing full well he’d actually told Dean they were going to watch an action movie and telling you they were watching a French film but deciding that what you two need was some quality time to resolve all the tension that had been building over the past few months.

Your little argument with Dean had put you in a mood but you were also .. turned on? You were, decidedly, very confused and your best option was going to take a cold shower. Yes, that’ll help you told yourself as you grabbed your towel and made your way to the bathroom.

While you were in the shower you couldn’t stop thinking about all the new possibilities. Was Dean going to openly check you out now or was he actually going to act on it? Did you even want him to? Oh, who were you kidding, you’d been fantasizing over that man’s fingers and cock being inside of you for months and now that there was a small chance, you felt your body come alive. This shower was supposed to help take your mind off Dean but you hadn’t had sex or touched yourself in months so you decided the best thing to actually clear your mind was making yourself cum. You had the bunker to yourself, right? You could make an hour of it and play with your candles and your vibrating dildo. You were always pretty loud but now there was no reason to be quiet so you made up your mind, shaved everything, and quickly finished showering.

Unbeknownst to you, Dean was 3 doors down to the left, in his room with his head phones on full blast, trying to take a nap. He thought about going back in your room to talk but decided against it. It seemed like you really thought he was turned off by your body and that rubbed him the wrong way. He was pissed off at himself for every making you feel that way and he knows he’s probably made some stupid offhanded comments about weight or size but he’d never ever talked about you. He realizes now the impact of his words on you would be the same regardless of who he was talking about and he truly wishes he could take it all back and start again but he couldn’t and now you were probably still in your room reading your little book and hating his guts.

You skipped over to your room, which was only one door and across the hall on the right, and were about to close the door decided against it. No one is here, why should I close the door?

You decided to let that play into your little voyeurism kink, even though there was no one here to see you, and walked over to your nightstand from which you pulled out a lighter, your dark purple candle, and your 5 inch flesh colored vibrating dildo. You turned it on briefly to make sure it was charged then you set everything on your nightstand and dropped your towel.

You considered turning on some porn on your laptop but decided against it. You were already turned on and fantasizing about Dean would be more than enough.

You laid on your back and the chill of the air came in contact with your warm skin causing you to shiver. You closed your eyes and put your right index and middle fingers in your mouth, you started slow but then you imagined it was Dean’s fingers instead and he wanted to see how well you’d be able to take him so you put your fingers deeper into your mouth and made sure to coat them in spit. You slowly made your way down your chest and then you took your right nipple between your slick fingers and began twisting it. You couldn’t help but moan out loud, imagining it was Dean’s fingers instead of yours. You had only just started playing with yourself but you were already so fucking wet, maybe a minute more and you’ll start dripping on your covers. Knowing how wet you were just imagining Dean made you let go of your right nipple to start playing with your left.

“Oh fuck yes” you moaned out loud and felt yourself dripping down your thighs. God you weren’t a fucking teenager anymore, you were 27 years old, but you knew you weren’t going to last very long. You let go of your nipple and turned over to grab your candle. It was dark purple with sparkles and you knew when the wax hardened, it would look like little galaxies were all over your body. You lit the candle and closed your eyes. You partially liked wax play because of the surprise of the hot wax splattering on your body so you imagined Dean was holding the candle over you saying if you wanted him to make you cum then you’d be a good girl for him while he painted your body. The first blob of wax hit your right upper rib age near your tit and it felt exhilarating. You let out a loud and languid moan as you felt the wax hit your skin then quickly harden you slowly moved the candle a bit more up and center until you felt the next bit of wax fall onto your sternum. “Fuck, yes. Oh fuck, thank you,” you moaned with your eyes closed and the Dean in your mind smirked and called you a good girl for thanking him. You kept moving the candle around your torso and your thighs with your eyes closed and moaning at all the utter ecstasy. You were soaked and teasing yourself, working yourself up until you couldn’t take it anymore; you weren’t going to stop until you felt like you had to stuff yourself with your dildo.

Meanwhile, Dean was still in his bedroom with no idea of what you were imagining him doing to you just a few doors down. He couldn’t fall asleep so just as he decided to change the CDs in his Walkman, he took his earphones off and faintly heard your voice. He looked at his closed door waiting to hear you again. Did you call out to him? Probably not, you were pissed and the undefeated champ of holding a grudge so he knew you wouldn’t be talking to him for a few days at lea—

“Oh fuck, oh fuck”

Okay that was definitely your voice, loud and clear. And it kind of sounded like you were in pain? He wasn’t sure but he wasn’t taking any chances. He jumped up from his bed, grabbed his handgun, and slowly and quietly opened his door. He started making his way down the hallway to your room. Your door was open so all he had to do was aim and then he’d be able to kill whatever was harming you. Dean briefly leaned by your door frame, gun raised and ready, then he turned to look in your room and —

“Oh yes, right there oh fuck” You moaned loudly. Your right index and middle fingers were fingering your pussy and your hand and covers looked soaked. The way you had both of your feet for purchase on the bed and your knees open and bent perfectly framed the scene as you quickly fucked yourself with your fingers. Dean dropped his arm, gun in hand, but he couldn’t look away. He knows he should leave and pretend he never saw this, but he was mesmerized. Your skin was painted purple and in that moment he swore that became his new favorite color. He could hear the wetness of your pussy clenching around your fingers and very quickly felt his jeans were too tight.

You blindly started searching for something on the bed and when Dean saw you grab a dildo that looked very similar to himself, albeit a couple of inches shorter, he couldn’t help but imagine he was about to fuck you and he nearly moaned.

“Oh fuck, I’m not going to last long” you moaned and the Dean in your mind only looked at you and smirked, telling you you’d take whatever he gave you while the actual Dean looked down and saw himself tenting in his jeans. He should leave, he thought, but when you lined up the dildo with your hole and practically shouted out how fucking good it felt to finally be filled as you stretched yourself out, he knew there was no earthly or godly force that could take him out of that room. The slick sounds of you fucking yourself hard and fast coupled with the loud and dirty moans falling from your lips were making Dean dizzy. He lightly palmed himself over his jeans for slight relief but then you turned on the vibration and the way your moans got higher and airier, he knew you’d be cumming soon and his cock only stiffened in his pants.

“I’m gonna cum, oh fuck I’m gonna cum,” you called out and Dean swears his brain stopped functioning for a second. All he could see, hear, or think about was you. Your face slightly scrunched as you came and your moans were nothing short of pornographic. Porn was now ruined, Dean knew that you were the only thing that could ever satisfy his desires now. You slowly stopped fucking yourself with the dildo, turned off the vibrator, and threw it on your bed. You looked completely and utterly relaxed. Your breathing was quick, there was a slight sheen of sweat mingled with purple all over your body, and your chest was falling up and down up and down but you looked pretty? No that didn’t do the scene before him justice, you were “beautiful”

Your eyes sprung open the second you heard the word. You saw Dean standing there and you screamed while grabbing at anything and everything to cover yourself.

“No, no I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Dean yelled as he ran out of your room and into his. He quickly locked the door and ran to his bed while you ran up from your bed to lock your door. Your reprieve from all the madness was very short lived when you discovered you weren’t alone. You wanted to be mad that Dean was there and you almost allowed yourself to be self conscious about your body but you recall seeing the large tent in Dean’s pants and decided against it. Who knows how long he’d been watching you for, it doesn’t matter, because he was massively turned on regardless. You were filled with a confidence you’d never known before so you grabbed your black robe, tied it around your body, fully covering yourself and made your way to Dean’s room.

Your loud knock made Dean jump in his bed, he was trying to think how he was going to apologize himself out of this one but now you were at his door and you were probably going to kick his ass all while he still had a boner. Fuck.

“I’m sorry, I’m really really sorry” he yelled hoping that was enough to deter you for now but you kept incessantly knocking.

“Open the door Dean.”

“Can we please please talk later. Later, I promise” no woman had ever terrified or turned him on like you did. Here he was suffering the consequences of his actions while he was the most turned on he’s ever been in his life.

“Open the door, right now Dean Winchester.”

Dean was getting up to obey your order before he even realized what he was doing. He unlocked his door, ran back to his bed, and grabbed a pillow to cover his cock. You heard the click of the door unlocking and then a small shuffle. You opened the door and saw Dean sitting on his bed with a pillow covering his massive erection. When Dean saw you in that robe, imagining you were still naked underneath, he felt his cock throb and had to look away. You walked into the room like you owned it and closed the door. You walked over to Dean’s desk and sat at the comfy chair he had there.

“I’m so sorr—”

“Stop apologizing Dean. Get up,” You ordered and you saw Dean struggle with staying seated or obeying you.

“Why?” He questioned in a small voice. Here was a 6’3 hunter who was scared of nothing, looking terrified of you.

“Because we’re going to make things even”

“What do you mean? Uh I don’t think -” he began but you cut him off.

“I’m not telling you to think, I’m telling you to obey. Now get up.” You stared into his beautiful green eyes and he knew better than to test you.

“Now. As I said, we’re going to make things even. I’m going to walk you through getting undressed and then you’re going to touch yourself until you make a mess all over yourself. Got it?”

Dean immediately stood up straight and knew he would do everything and anything you asked of him.

“Yes ma’am”

“No that’s no way of addressing me. Do better.” You saw Dean’s eyes slightly glaze with what you could only describe as submission and desire.

“Yes Goddess.”

Who wants part 2?!?!?? Leave a comment if you do pleaseeeeeee <3

[fandoms--fluff]

Hi requests for flufftober .

Can u do a fluff where the reader is plus size

And is in a relationship with klaus.

Can u make her Indian because being fat is looked down upon in India I am telling you this because I am Indian and I get fat shame d by my own family .

Can u please make her story same as mine where she goes through what I am going through and Klaus comforts her by kissing every inch of her body and leaving hickeys.

He also calls her beautiful.

If u are not ok with writing this or want to cut any part that u are not okay me .

U are free to do it .

Beautiful

Flufftober, October 2nd

Female reader x Klaus Mikaelson

Warnings: mentions of body hate/dysmorphia, mentions of being bullied

A/n: please don't read if you think it will affect your mental health, remember it's important!

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You're sat across from your soon to be husband, Klaus Mikaelson, the one and only original hybrid. You've been across town all day and made reservations for this fancy restaurant just out of New Orleans so no one could interupt you guys.

You guys have just ordered, unknowingly, your arms wrapped around your midsection, sort of acting as a shield so no one can see your stomach rolls. Even in the stunning black midi dress that you've felt confident in all day, you have actions you do unconsciously for being self conscious about your body.

Basically most of your life, people have either commented on your weight or looked at you with that look, you got that look through your teens the most. Especially considering you didn't look the same as everyone else, and that's good, you're your own person, until it comes to weight. Then apparently you're not good enough and looked down upon by other teens, adults, and even your own family.

You had a phone call with your mother the night before while Klaus was in the shower. Said phone call almost brought you to tears. At the start, you were having a good conversation with your mom, until she brought up how she went to the mall with her friends the other day. She spoke about how she saw the perfect wedding dress that you would love by all the photos of inspo you've shown her since your and Klaus' engagement. But then she said, 'if only you were tinier like your cousins, then maybe you could try and squeeze into the biggest size of the dress'. She went on and in about how the biggest size wasn't even big enough for you to even try to try on.

That hasn't been the worst conversation with your Mom in a longshot, but it still hurt. It hurt even more, knowing it was your own mother saying those things. Yes, you may not look the same as everyone else, but you've been trying to love your body just the way it is. But things like that obviously doesn't help your feelings or self esteem.

You feel something lay against your hand, snapping out if your thoughts, you looked up at Klaus, seeing his hand placed on top of yours. His thumb is softly rubbing up and down to side of your hand.

"Love? Are you alright? You spaced off for a moment there" Klaus softly smiles.

"Oh, um yeah, just thinkin. Nothing to worry about" you give a tight lip smile.

Klaus nods, keeping in his head about your stranger-than-normal attitude, but it's not a bad thing, it's just concerning to him.

You guys get home from the restaurant around 10pm, everyone's either out or has fallen asleep super early.

You're standing in front of the mirror in your guys' room. You haven't changed out of your dress yet, instead staring at every part of your body that you're insecure about. There hasn't been any way to stop you from doing this. You would try, but then end up close to tears or crying in front of a mirror. The worst times this has happened has been in a changing room at stores.

That's what you thought, before Klaus steps back into the room.

He pauses his movements, seeing you frowning in front of the mirror, sucking your stomach in as much as you can. You look over to him, eyes widening. Klaus just caught you doing one of the only things you never wanted him to know that you do.

"Klaus, this is not what you think this is, I'm just..." you start, not knowing what to say, you trail off.

Klaus walks over to you and cups your face in his hands. "Love, you can tell me the truth, you always can" he tells you, having a senaking suspicion of what's going on, but wants you tell him on your terms.

He leads you over to the bed, sitting down with his hand resting on your thigh. You take a couple deep breathes, "I'm too big. I wish I was skinny, I've wished that since the first time someone ever brought up how I look different than everyone else. I've hated my body for over a decade, my mom was probably the worst thing about it. She would always tell me how I was fat without thinking twice. And she never understood and still doesn't how that makes someone feel, especially a teenage girl who's already miserable everytime she has to take foot in a high school where everyone says even worse things some how" you rant to your fiance, tears streaming down your face. "I hate my body so much" you whisper.

Klaus immediately pulls you in to his arms. He kisses the top of your head multiple times. "I'm so sorry you've had to go through this, and still do?" You nod your head. "You are perfect how you are. You should never compare yourself to others or listen to what others say you should look like." Klaus lists off.

"I love you so much, you're so perfect, and gorgeous the way you are. You should never think different" Klaus pulls away, looking at you with emotion in his eyes.

"R-really? I love you too. N-no one has ever said that. I've grown up hating myself" you whimper.

"Everything I said is true, and you should never hate yourself, being who you are now is everything to me" he slowly lays you down onto your back.

"And I will make sure you know this every day" he murmurs as he trails his lips all over your face and down your neck. He presses kisses all down your exposed collarbone and chest.

He keeps going all the way down, kissing your fabric covered stomach and waist, and hips. He goes down to your ankles, until kissing the top of your feet gently.

"You love, are so beautiful" he whispers into your ear. You cuddle into his suit covered chest with a slight smile on your face.

"You're the one person I feel safest with. Thank you so much. I love you Klaus" you look up at him. "I will always be here for you, I love you too, beautiful" he kisses your forehead and holds your hand.

[artofkhaos404]

Hobie Brown is a fantastic character.

His design, concept, uniqueness and how HOT he is make him altogether very likeable. But all these things are not why I love him so much; it's what he represents that gets me.

The symbol in modern media he is for many different types of people. For one, he's pretty awesome for people of color to enjoy. Another black hero who can get down to business is always welcome, though it's nothing new for the Spiderverse universe with Miles Morales being our main protagonist. Having a British black character makes it all the more fun, diverse and interesting!

All that being said, the thing that warms my heart about Hobie Brown is what he means for the alternative community.

Im a punk. I'm also an anarchist.

Like anyone, I look for people in media who represent me in both appearance and ideals. As a plus sized person, finding people in media who look like me and aren't part of the toxic stereotype for fat people is uncommon. Chubby characters who don't make their weight part of their personality is unheard of.

Finding characters who properly represent my beliefs and ideals is nigh impossible in my experience. Seeing a punk in modern day popular media is rare. And when I say punk, I'm talking PUNK RAWK. Musicians with colorfully laced boots and symbols painted sloppily all over themselves. Gritty political activists in homemade clothes and piercings, fighting tooth and nail for what they believe in. In truth, I don't know if I've ever seen that in popular media; not authentically.

What do we get instead? Punk coded teenagers who don't really believe in anything, pissing people off for the sake of it. That ain't us. We believe in respect, love and morals. We believe in doing whatever is necessary to achieve the perfect world, whatever each individual believes that is.

The representation is even more insulting for anarchists. Everywhere are both mature antagonists and cartoon villains parading around preaching "anarchy" and completely misusing the word. Its to the point that my political belief is now more closely related to dictatorships (the literal OPPOSITE of anarchism!) or simply death and destruction rather than the true definition: no institutions, just people.

That word has been defiled. I've had people laugh at me and ridicule me when I share my political stance with them due to this stereotype. I've had people tell me I believe what I do just because it "sounds cool."

People that were uneducated to the concept in the first place have now been reeducated by an overlord walking across a battlefield of dead bodies in some movie screaming about "anarchy." Thanks Hollywood. Really appreciate that.

But Hobie is a punk. And he's an anarchist.

He's a hero. He's intelligent. He knows what he fights for and he fights well. That alone is revolutionary for the anarchist movement.

And in a MARVEL FILM. Millions of people watch Marvel films across the globe. Across the Spider verse has pulled in 1.35 Billion dollars. This is exactly what we need.

So, as a representative of my community, thank you Sony Pictures for this gift. I hope to see more like it. And while we're at it, thank you for all the diversity in this new film between all the ethnicities shown onscreen to putting someone my size in the mask!

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

(also if anyone has any recommendations for realistic punk characters in media I'd love to hear em)

[treedaddymcpuffpuff]

love hurts - john wick/plus size fem reader, nsfw

TW: dubcon, choking, angst, dom/sub undertones, author attempt at russian language, I think that’s it

Summary: you are in love with john wick.

You suppose you should feel bad about letting him take the lead on this. He’s always taking control of everything with such swift efficiency, no breaks in between. And this too. Even this. Making your cunt pulse around nothing while he rolls his nice dress sleeves up. It’s the forearms, really, all decorated with sinew and tendon and bulging vein. The way his huge fingers work like they’re dainty. You keep getting off track.

Take some semblance of control back.

The kitchen counter is icy compared to his warm hands; you know because your dress is riding up above your thighs. He’s pushing it up- nicely … softly … this time - like he’s afraid to spook you, like he’s apologizing for something. It seems he doesn’t really know how to be soft, though, because his touch is still rough, the measured pull of his palms and calloused knuckles on your jiggly flesh leaving red indents in their wake.

“krasivaya devushka,” he hums, just for you, kisses below your right ear, turning you into a throbbing beacon of light and warmth. Your toes curl up and you grunt. Maybe it’s not just the forearms, then, but his voice, too, consuming baritone that commands the room, the air, the band no matter how quiet he uses it.

Your underwear are an inconvenience to him. He slaps the band against your hips and receives a jerk of surprise, tsking at you as if you’re not supposed to be wearing any clothes.

Your punishment is him rubbing teasing, loose circles over your clothed clit.

His smile is against the pulse in your neck, expert fingers purposefully find no rhythm or meaning, keep the orchestra quiet and the audience on edge. The air is thick and wet like you’re in an auditorium with a 100 other people.

Your moan is muffled by saliva, instead coming out as a gurgle like a person who is dying and filling with fluid. The irony isn’t lost on you that he’s killing you in a much different way than he usually kills people. However, the same lethal precision is still being utilized. The gaze of the hunter, the controlled and harsh movement, the concentration. You try to swallow but your body wants the fluid in your throat.

The next few moans from you are just thick sounds of trying to clear your voice.

He kisses your pulse, your jaw, your cheek, swallows your mouth, licks out the generous pool of liquid inside. Your hands seek his silk hair clumsily, grabbing his ears and his cheeks, and he presses you back into the cupboard, the wood carvings denting your back.

Your thighs twitch to shut when his knuckles dig into the fat of your bloated cunt and find your pleasure, but he’s got his other hand holding the meat of your left one and his broad frame stands imposingly between your legs.

He swallows, greedily, the noises you make as he focuses on your clit. Fast learner that he is, he picks up the rhythm and the pressure and even finds the spot that you like the most.

This man is dangerous, not just because you watched him kill 10 men with his bare hands, not just because he knows how to get you off from just reading your reactions, but also because you can’t think or breathe anything except for him and not just when he’s crowding you like he is right now.

You push back into him but he is solid force and maybe you can get him to budge a centimeter before he realizes what you’re doing and takes leader back again. No, he can’t take it back because he never lost it.

“Look at me,” he says, and your eyes snap to his, coffee brown and heady. His mouth is pink and wet, slightly parted, and you can’t tell if he’s blinking or not while he watches every twitch and change in your expression. He keeps his thumb steady on your clit after he pushes down to grab some cum and slather it generously and presses a finger into your cunt to rub your g spot.

You hang onto his shoulders, sweaty palms slipping off of the fabric and down to his elbows. He chases your pleasure up the mountain, never stumbling, closer every second, and you have no hope of escaping him while he’s in pursuit so you freeze and let him catch up, heart thrumming with the beat of anticipation while he gets closer.

“Oh fuck,” you hiss, your voice catching on a high note and singing quietly for the conductor while your body tenses and spasms.

His arms catch and hold you through your trembling defeat, and your eyes are closed when he slips his hand out of your underwear and places it up on your cheek, the smell of your own cum heavy and damp. He rubs your lips with the thumb that just had your clit, and you open for him and suck just the tip in your mouth, licking the rough, slimy pad of it and trying, bravely, to look into his eyes.

Bravery comes with the price of a blush so hot it burns your already fiery skin.

“So you liked the spaghetti?” You ask him, your throat and goofy grin sharp.

He does something that reminds you of a laugh, chest and stomach rumbling. He is already smiling but it gets bigger and infects your mouth, too, making you grin wider.

“It was delicious,” he concedes, opening your mouth up with his thumb on your bottom lip. He looks from your eyes to your mouth, kisses you softly.

“I-“ you start when he stops -“what are we doing?”

He tickles your temple with his fingers, musses the baby hairs. “Kissing,” he says, his face full of teasing adoration.

It confuses your brain but your chest must know just what that look means because an invasive hole opens up in it and aches for him. Your eyes get wet. He wipes them off with both thumbs then cradles your face.

“Shhh, honey,” he tells you. “I know.” He comforts you but his expression turns hard again, unreadable.

Tiny tears drip onto his wrists and run down his forearms while you cry. He lets you ride it out, the consuming want for him that overtakes everything you are and shatters it, leaving only him, left whole and unharmed among the sharp pieces.

John revels in the silent shower of salt water from your eyes, cock hardening painfully at the knowledge that this display is all for him. He kisses your cheeks to taste your tears, because feeling and seeing and hearing is not enough.

You try to push him away but he catches your hands and places them on your sides, holds them there. You don’t know why you try to squirm, it gets you nowhere except more immobilized and trapped, bullied into a corner.

You can scream and cry and thrash, fight this man until all that’s left of you is blood and bone. You can run, hide, avoid, dodge, beg for mercy or try and find a breath of hope in the constricting bag placed over your head and smothering you that is John. None of that would be useful. Because your heart beats strong and fast and is much braver than you, and he is what it wants.

“Please,” you ask, not knowing what you’re begging for.

He complies with demanding palms pulling your hips forward. Your hands are on his chest, still unable to grasp and slipping on the silk of his white shirt. He makes a noise with his tongue against his teeth while he bunches your dress up off your thighs. Your upper back grinds painfully against the cabinets while he handles you into the angle that he prefers.

The sound of distress from you commands his attention. He looks from your hips to your face, understands, puts his arm around your upper back and hooks his other hand under your knee. He pulls and guides, grip assuring that there’s nothing you can or have to do to assist him. Maybe that’s the another thing, when you’re with him all you need to focus on is heat and want and pleasure because he handles the rest; like the standing and the keeping upright and the motion of both your bodies. You can touch and taste and feel at leisure, the thought of where your feet are planted unimportant and irrelevant.

Your upper body is on the counter while he holds your lower. The bulge of his cock presses against your underwear and suddenly you remember how big he is. You squirm, pupils dilate, breath quickens, fear feels like fire. Your brain is sending signals to pull your body away from the heat.

He stills you, not with force this time but with his timbre voice, his soothing pet on your tummy. “It’s okay, honey,” he tells you, holds you up with his hips while his hands cradle and caress. Thumbs work delicately over the fabric of your dress where your nipples are protruding.

“Look at you, beautiful,” he hums, “fucking irresistible, how can I help myself?” Holds your neck and palms your breast with a half open hand.

“ty zdes' v bezopasnosti, malyshka, v bezopasnosti ot vsekh, krome menya.”

He wets his lips, gently tilts your head so your tear-peppered eyes look at his face.

“ty nebesnyy, moy angel, sent from god, hm?” He flicks his chin up to emphasize his words.

His cock twitches, complaining, angry, needing to feel, reacting violently to your wide, wet, dilated eyes, the way your face can hide no emotion. Fear melting into lust, lips parting. He ignores the ache, body completely still except for his hands which mimic a softness that they’re not quite capable of.

He douses the flame of fear with the wet emotion and arousal of your body.

You are grinding against him before you notice the motion of your hips, friction minimal even with 3 layers of clothing in the way because of how soaked you are.

“There we go,” he praises, releasing your face in favor of leaving a trail of goosebumps down your neck, across your collar, between your breasts. You giggle when he gets to your tummy, too ticklish there for his touch now that he’s got your dress hiked up under your breasts and that you’re mostly bare.

A grin flashes on his face. You look away, blushing.

“Did I tell you to look away?” He muses, pushing his thumb into your panties and past your slippery lips to rest on your clit.

“Sorry,” you say, looking back into his eyes, burning with embarrassment and need.

You grind against his hand, heavy rapture spreading into you from the touch.

He chuckles, presses hard, to the side, the pad of his thumb rough and scratchy on delicate nerves but still good.

“You’re gonna cum again,” he assures, helping you rub yourself off by adjusting the position of his hand every so often. He switches his thumb for three fingers and broader pressure. You whine from the millisecond of lost contact.

“Which feels better?” He asks. He switches again, focused circles of the thumb, or dispersed pressure of multiple digits.

“That one,” you say when he uses many instead of one. An afterthought tells you that you’re giving him more ammunition to ruin you, but you don’t have time to think for long. Not when he’s assisting another slow orgasm. This one is long and heavy, sweat drips down your thighs and your toes curl and expand. Tension floods from you into his palm, staining your underwear and his nice pants.

He lays a heavy hand on your pubic mound while you twitch down from the high. The low is where your bones turn to rubber and you feel like an inflatable Christmas decoration in strong wind.

You are relaxed but aware, now, of your lower back digging into the jagged lip of the counter, the hard surface on the back of your soft head. It’s uncomfortable.

“Sorry but can we move to somewhere more comfortable?” You ask.

He holds out his hand and you take it, allowing him to help you sit up on the counter. Your dress pools back around your hips.

“Hold on to me,” he says, hands under your knees, pulling your legs around his hips.

It takes you a minute to realize that he wants to carry you, long arms wrap around your thighs and support your weight

“John, I am heavy,” you try and protest, but he’s already picking you up, boosting your body so that you can wrap your arms around his neck. He laughs at your warning while carrying you to the couch like you weigh nothing.

His lips quell your worry with a kiss, and while he presses into your mouth with his tongue you realize that you can’t remember a time when someone has picked you up and carried you.

It’s that, too, then.

He deposits you into the bouncy cushion, pushes your hair out of your face and your dress up over it. You lift your arms to assist in taking it off, and when he pulls it from your wrists, the fabric bunched in his fist, he looks at it for a moment, smirks. Looks back at you as if he’s just realized something.

“This is for me,” he affirms, sounding amused.

You bite the inside of your lip and nod, unable to look into his eyes. Instead, you look to the food and wine on the dining table. “It all was.”

“Oh.” His face drops back to blunt, dark, heavy, all eyes for you now, dress slipping out of his fingers, forgotten, onto the floor.

He sits beside you and wastes no time, tits in his hands and mouth open for your own. He presses and folds you into the position he prefers.

“Let me fuck you, sweet girl.” He sucks below your chin and rolls your nipple into a pinch.

Your head and hips perform the same nodding motion and he pulls away to unbutton his shirt, acknowledging your consent. The shiny scars littered over every inch of his skin takes you by surprise again - you reach out and feel them, his heart, the thick muscle of his chest, the lean meat of his stomach. Your arousal ebbs and flows, the occasional harsh clench of your pussy melting into soft, easy pulsing. You try and memorize the dark trail of hair from his belly button to the seam of his pants.

He tosses his shirt onto your dress and starts on the buttons and buckle of his slacks. You could take your underwear off but you’re much too enraptured by his lithe body, your lips and tongue reddening his skin, your plump fingers so soft and light they tickle him.

Hard, lean, big man presses against small, soft, chubby girl. Cock head forces your lips wide as it runs through the slippery mess he’s made of them. Your clit is sensitive but it still loves the feeling of him sliding against it. Your mouth laves at his chest and collar, rough and clumsy. You bite him, earning a grunt, then feeling bad about it. It’s all too much, though, and the emotion leaks out of your mouth onto his skin, nibbling, licking, sucking, desperate.

He kisses your sweat-dampened hair stuck to your temples, murmuring your name, and presses against the entrance of your cunt.

It’s strange, how you feel empty and gaping and ready before he is pressing in and making you feel tight and unyielding and unprepared.

Pleasure at the price of pain. Your legs lifted up to rest across his body vertically. He kisses your heal and pushes his cock into you by centimeters, one hand on the base of it to help ease in. The angle opens you up a bit, but the way he stretches you still hurts, and now your mouth is empty of him so your teeth gnash at the air.

“Rub your nipples for me,” he tells you. Your hands scramble onto your breasts, grateful for the suggestion, pinching and grabbing roughly, displacing some of the pain from your pussy.

He rubs rough, broad circles into your calves, ignoring the prominent beast inside of him who wants to pound into you without a care for how you take it. He knows that rough and uncaring, though, comes with a price of tearing your insides and possible infection, and that would be fine if he only planned to fuck you once.

“tugoy, how do you feel?” There is concern in his voice and you wish there wasn’t, because it turns your heart rabid.

“Full.” It’s what you can manage to groan while he sinks deeper, your cunt betraying itself, sucking him in. So fucking full and stretched.

He hums. “Good or bad?”

“Both.”

He stops the inching of his pelvis in favor of focusing on your right foot, licking under your toes and holding your ankle because you’re giggling and trying to scrunch up so he can’t get to the sensitive skin. It tickles but also makes your clit throb. Broad licks makes lightning shoot in your lower belly. He wraps his mouth around your big toe and sucks and you are the one moving, now, pressing your ass down into his thighs to urge his cock deeper.

“Oh fuck,” you say, grinding down on him, desperate to have him put pressure on and quell the feeling of tiny shocks deep inside you from the feeling of his mouth on your sensitive feet.

Yes, give him more ammunition to use on you. Let him know just how to make you desperate and feral. Something speaks sense at the very back of your thoughts, and he doesn’t allow that rational voice to linger for long.

He switches when you’re getting too comfortable with one foot, abruptly swallowing and licking the other. You laugh and moan and squeal, wriggling down onto his cock so that he’s bent against your cervix. Heavy pain settles in your lower belly, your giggles turning into strangled groans.

He stalls, stiffens. You look at his face and feel terrible for the pain you see there. His cock spasms inside of you, begging to move, pleading for friction. He sucks his teeth, wins control over basic instinct and doesn’t move a single muscle while you adjust to the massive intrusion.

“I’m going to move,” he tells you, and you nod, eager to please.

The wet, slow suck of your bodies mashed together flows into loud squelching. He rumbles baritone while you keen soprano.

The fat of your cunt gives for the thrust of his stony pelvis, and his fingers trap your clit again.

You try and fail not to wail on your third orgasm. It increases your sensitivity and makes your g spot swell up. His cock slips against it, faster. The spasms entrap him in sensation and help build his orgasm. He stops rubbing your clit and just gives it pressure, looks at your face to see your eyes closed.

“No, eyes on mine,” he says, flicking a nail over the hood of your ultra sensitive clitoris.

Your mouth growls protest, tiny abused bud shrinking back from his mean fingers, but your eyes open and you stare at him as best as you can while you feel like you’re about to explode and scream from all the feelings inside of you.

He wants to hear what you hold back, so he fucks harder and faster and wins the prize of your loud expletives, his name, the dig of your heals into his collar. Your own hands tear at your breasts and you do scream for him, much to your own dismay. To you, it is anything but an attractive sound. His jaw ticks, eyes slice heavy with pride. He obviously has a different opinion. “There we go,” he praises.

His hand aches to grab your pretty throat, so he does, and you’re not small there but his hand is large enough to wrap around the giving skin and press down on the sides. You grab his wrist, the instinct to live guiding the motion of your hand. Your eyes cloud with stinging water as you struggle for full breaths under his heavy hold.

If he feels bad for you, it does not show in his face; in fact, his expression is quite the opposite of empathetic as he abuses your guts and steals your air.

You aren’t keeping track of time, how could you possibly, but it seems both too soon and too late that his hips falter and slow and he buries warm, plentiful fluid deep inside your cunt. He kisses your heal again, and you notice him in the afterglow; sweat shimmers on his forehead and chest, the drowning and drooping gaze of his black eyes, the satiated relaxing of his mouth. He looks beautiful like this, worn and satisfied and tucking his cum up into you, refusing to let it spill just yet.

His hand relaxes from your neck to your cheek, smoothing out the fluid from your eyes into your burning skin. He shakes his head when he notices that you’re trying not to cry so, so hard. “No, no fighting it,” he scolds, “give me what’s mine.”

You obey, easily sliding into a small, fragile, sobbing and whimpering human for him.

“Tchk.” It’s a praise from him to you for being so brave, so good for him. His cock eases out of you, but his cum floods from the hole he leaves open. It soaks your thighs and the couch and instantly cools your overworked flesh, but the loss of him is too much, and you grab for him, pulling him down, his mouth to yours.

He allows your forceful handling but does not assist with any part of it except for the kiss. His mouth is lazier, now, kinder. You push your thighs together to relieve some feeling of the void at the center and push his soft hair off his face because it tickles your cheeks and neck.

You fill the desperate hole inside yourself with the crushing weight of John against you, and cry into the fine hair on his chest. He flips you both sideways so that you can breathe easier with his full weight off your lungs.

He holds your hip while his fingers skim down and up your spine and lets you press your body into his as hard as you can and want to.

It’s this, this overwhelming feeling to sink into his body, to slice him open and climb into him and steal his warmth to keep warm in the freezing snowstorm that is your life.

It takes a while to stop sobbing, but you do eventually. Your mind steps gingerly from murky, predator filled swamp into clear spring water. The clarity allows you to focus on why all you’ve been capable of is tears for the past however many hours it’s been, and it’s not hard to realize that its because you’re in love with him.

And that’s the final effect of all the tallied John-related reasons that you’ve been counting and scoring in your mind. The nail in the coffin, for lack of better reference.

You know he doesn’t feel the same way, not because of the way he gently untangles you from around him and stands up, not because he’s putting his clothes back on and smoothing his tie, not because of the chaste kiss goodbye on your forehead before he ties his shoes, not because of the lack of words he says to you as he walks out your door, not because he leaves you lying there, numb and cold and naked. No. Not because of any of that. He can’t feel the same way because it’s you, and you are not someone that people feel that way about. And that’s okay, as long as you never have to see him or think about him again.

At this rate, though, it’s becoming a problem liken to that of your own personal forest fire, and you’re not sure what you’re going to do once everything stops burning and turns to ash.

[alloftheimaginesblog]

try to understand {m.m}

plot: he hates the way you feel about yourself

character: matt murdock x plus size female reader

He's known you for a long time, longer than Karen, longer than Foggy; you're his oldest friend. Matt knows you really well, probably better than you know yourself, he knows what you like, what annoys you; he knows exactly how to push your buttons to make you snap. He knows you so well. He understands you better than anyone has ever done before. He understands your somewhat silly fear of clowns that you've had ever since you were 7, he understands the stupid joy of watching Die Hard at Christmas brings you... He understands you.

There's just one thing he doesn't understand though.

The one and only thing he doesn't understand about you is the way you treat yourself.

For years, Matt had been trying to understand why you treat yourself the way that you do. When you're so impossibly kind to others and try your hardest to not be judgemental and yet, when it comes to yourself you're as harsh and judgemental as you like. For seemingly no reason at all, you would be cruel to yourself, constantly saying some sort of self-deprecating 'joke' or an insult to yourself.

Matt didn't like it.

He wanted to change the way that you saw yourself. He wanted to make you see yourself the way that he sees you. To you, you're the butt of the joke but to him, my god, to Matt... you're everything.

You and Matt have always only just been friends. Neither of you had ever stepped over that line as much as you'd like to. Matt knew you liked him; his enhanced abilities were a massive advantage. He heard the quickening of your pulse every time he said your name; the beating of your heart when he was near you; the small nervous catch of your breath before you spoke to him. He also noticed other things like the fact that you always wore the same perfume around him after he told you he liked it. Also, after you asked him one day what his favourite colour was and he answered red because it was a colour that he could still partially see, he noticed you would wear more reds around him. Matt noticed everything.

Matt knew that you cared about him, Foggy and Karen knew it too, but he never acted upon it despite feeling the same. Foggy was always pushing him to tell you but he never did. He wanted to keep you safe and he knew that if he became involved with you then he would risk your safety too much so no matter how desperately he wanted to be with you, he wouldn't let himself be.

That was until he snapped.

After one too many jokes about your weight said by you, Matt snapped.

"Why do you do that?" He asked, slamming his beer bottle down. You and Matt were sitting in his apartment having a drink after work.

The sudden change shocked you, "Do what?"

"The constant putting yourself down, making yourself the butt of the joke."

You didn't really know how to answer, "I-I don't know-"

"(y/n)." The way he said your name, sternly and yet somehow softly and full of care made you release a long breath, "Why do you constantly put yourself down? It's horrible."

You swallowed, fingers fidgeting with the loose threads on your jumper sleeves, "Because if I do it... no one else will." Matt frowned, cocking his head in a silent gesture of go on, "Something I learned back in high school... Some bunch of kids were ragging on me for being fat like it's not a secret, you know it and you're blind for god's sake, but they were making fun of me and I realised that I could cry and let them win or I could join in and make it seem like it didn't bother me. I joined in, I made fun of myself and then their jokes seemed to stop because instead of them saying them... it was me. If I say it first, if I start a conversation and put a joke at my expense in there then... then the person I'm talking to will be less likely to make them since I've already done it."

Your eyes watered, sniffling slightly, "It was easier for me to do it so that other people wouldn't-"

You hadn't realised Matt walking across the room to you until he was taking your hand and pulling you upwards. You asked him what he was doing and he shushed you, "Stop doing that," he whispered. A gentle hand swept your cheek and Matt smirked slightly at the dramatic increase in the pace of your heart, "Do you truly believe those things about yourself?"

"Generally, yeah..."

He shook his head, "Sometimes I don't understand you, (y/n)." You asked what he meant, "How can you say all of these things? These horrible, awful things about yourself? Don't you see how good you are?" You blinked, surprised at the turn this was taking, "You're so good and so kind and so what if you're plus size? You know how I know you're beautiful? You want to know exactly how I see you?"

"Yes." Your voice was a whisper, a wobbly emotional whisper.

"I hear the beauty in your laughter, the way your laughter brings a smile to my face, the way it fills the air like song. I hear the beauty in the way you speak to people, going out of your way to make sure that they're okay; never once judging them for how they look or their situations. I hear the beauty in the way you tell a story, breathless from laughing and you haven't even reached the punchline. I feel the beauty when you hug me. You're warm and soft and you're beautiful. Why don't you see that?"

"Matt..." He hears the emotion in your voice, he knows what you want to tell him. He hears the thud of your heart, the nervous fidgeting of your hands.

"All these years and you remain the one person that I truly want. The one person who makes everything worth it. The one person who makes me smile and takes away my worries so easily. You're it. You're that person for me. So all your stupid jokes about you not being good enough or being ugly or not being worth anything because of your weight, you're damn wrong because you mean everything to me."

He doesn't expect you to throw yourself around him, arms tight around his neck, but he catches you and balances himself easily. Your body shakes as you weep into his shoulder.

"You joke that you're unlovable and every time you do it, I bite my tongue but I've had enough... I love you, (y/n). I love your body, I love the way you feel, I love you and that is enough... You are enough." He breathes in deeply, relishing in the way your breath tickles his neck, "Do you understand now?"

You nod against him and begin to pull away when he catches your chin between his thumb and finger. You can't believe any of this is happening but as you stare to Matt your eyes flutter shut and let him kiss you, kissing those jokes and false statements away.

[beautifulfuckup99]

Do you only do BTS? Because I would love a plus-size doc, why choose with Namjoon, Bangchan and Seongwha 🫠🫠🫠

For you, babes, I'm gonna make it a preference of sorts. Hope you like it!

Title: My Girl

Warning(s): Body image issues, hints of ED: Count!ng Calor!es, nut also all-around fluff...

Author's Note: I'm sure this isn't what was wanted, but trust me, it's needed. Lol.

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Namjoon:

Breathing in through your nose filled your lungs with the fresh pine scented air of the park you and Namjoon had walked to for a random, mid-day picnic. The scenery was a calm and quiet one. Ducks floating on by in the pond right in front of you, birds flying through the sky over you, and not a single person in sight. You two had gone far enough into the field of the park that you were basically alone. With a soft sigh of contentment, Namjoon set his book down. "I could sleep here." He notes, voice as deep as the body of water in front of you. You eye your boyfriend as he fixes his beanie before laying back, head going to your thighs. You instantly stiffen in slight embarrassment. You could never help it. You knew your body and you knew how it looked. And you knew your handsome boyfriend could always find better. And you knew this angle wasn't flattering at all. "Joonie..." You mutter as you cover his face with your hand as he tries looking up at you. "What?" He chuckles. "Stop that, Y/N. I wanna see you." He smiles as he moves his face from under your palm to smirk up at you before nuzzling more into your thighs. "Like my own personal pillow." He teases and you swat lightly at his broad shoulder. "What? You are!" He laughs. "Not funny. My fat thighs aren't your pillows." You snort and he turns his head to kiss your bare thigh that was only on display because Namjoon begged you to wear a sundress he'd bought for you weeks ago as a 'just because' present. "Yes, they are. I have commanded it..." He smirks. "And don't call them fat." He says as he gives you a look. "I love your thighs, baby." He adds softly, turning his head to kiss your bare skin again, making you blush harder and swat lightly at his arm as he laughs before looking up at you. "Let's start packing up." You say gently after a bit of resting in the silence. Namjoon playfully groans before sitting up to start putting the leftovers back in the basket. You collect the books to put back in your bag but pause whenyou're overcome with the urge to peak in on what Namjoon had been reading these past few days. He must be learning something new because he's been damn near obsessed with this book. You skim the pages for context clues as to what his nose has been buried in and pause as you spot a sentence that has been highlighted. 'The skill of observing is just that: Instead of focusing on the body, have them focus on everything and anything else around them. Mindful breathing is wonderful in that you can do it anytime, anywhere. Focus your attention completely on the new of life, thereby reducing the focus on negative thoughts they may have. And show patience when those thoughts occur anyway'. You blink a bit, slightly confused until you see Namjoon's usual scribbled handwriting next to that paragraph in particular. Little phrases shaped as ideas written a pen, saying things like 'More dates?', 'More traveling?', 'Nature. She likes nature...', 'Quiet. Give her quiet.'. You feel your heartbeat quicken as you silently flip to the front cover of the book since Namjoon had taken off the sleeve of the book. The title is called "Cognitive-Behavioral Therapy: Loving Insecurities". You slowly look over at your boyfriend who was folding up the blanket you two had been laying on, none the wiser to your findings. Your boyfriend who you've only had the honor of calling your boyfriend for 5 months. Your boyfriend who's decided to spend his time off reading up on how to love you better. You slowly walk over to him as he speaks softly about getting ice cream and place a hand on his shoulder to pull him down to your level, kissing his lips softly. He's surprised, but quickly kisses back. You pull away slowly and smile. "I'd love ice cream." You say gently as you stroke his soft skin with the pad of your thumb. He smiles bashfully and nods. "Then let's go..." He says as he finishes packing up.

Bangchan:

"Oh, that's so pretty..." You say as you hold your boyfriend's hand as you stare up at the window display that showed a mannequin wearing a beautiful red, thinned-strapped, sweetheart-lined dress. Going out was a rarity with how busy you two had been lately, but you were enjoying this peaceful moment of mindlessly window shopping. And you knew even though Bangchan would rather be resting lazily at home, he was allowing himself to be dragged around all for your happiness. "Wanna head inside?" The five-foot-seven Korean man asks softly, and it makes you eye the rest of the store. "Nah. Nothing there would fit me. God, if I had that body type..." You sigh as you eye the mannequin, making Bangchan nudge you playfully. "You wanna be headless and plastic?" He asks as he eyes you oddly and you laugh softly. "Yup. The embodiment of beauty." You play along before you continue walking, pulling him along effortlessly. "Well, I for one, like how you are now." He states simply and you chuckle a bit. "Yeah, yeah." You mutter. "What? It's true." He defends lightly as he softly swings your entwined hands back and forth as you two walk through the shopping center. "Okay, sure. Cause it's not like you're my boyfriend who'll be in the doghouse if you say otherwise..." You tease and he laughs softly before kissing your hand tenderly. A full week goes by and as you lay in bed, one night, scrolling through your phone, Bangchan walks into the bedroom of your cozy loft. "Mail." He says as casually as he can master, which for him is an average tone. You look up from your phone and see the box he'd laid out on the edge of the bed for you. "And... What's this?" You ask as you slowly sit up, watching as your boyfriend gets more comfortable on his side of the bed. He gives a slight shrug before watching you the way a child watches their parent open a gift from them. His eyes giving away his emotion like always. The excitement was clear in those eyes. You hum and grab some scissors from your nightstand. You open the box and freeze as you see the same dress that you had stared at through the shop window that day, only it was your size. "How...?" You stop your questioning and look at your boyfriend in shock. "You are the embodiment of beauty, babe." He says in a soft voice as he watches you closely. You feel your face heat up and turn back to the box. You pull the dress out and see it's the exact same one, just as perfect as when you spotted it that day. "How did you even find this?" You ask in awe as you scrunch your nose in pure delighted confusion. You hadn't been able to get this damn clothing item off your mind since that day, and now here it was. Right in front of you, in your grasp and it looked even more beautiful in person. The plus size sections here in Korea weren't as... widely selective as they were in the US. You'd gotten used to seeing a gorgeous clothing item in a store and putting it back on the rack when you saw it wasn't in your size. "I ordered it online. I wasn't gonna watch you give up something you want badly because the store doesn't have your size. That's dumb." He shrugs as you set the dress down and move over to hug and kiss him while he playfully groans like it's killing him. But you see the tips of his ears turn pink at your affection. "You're amazing..." You whisper with a giggle before kissing his lips firmly as he laughs. "Well? What are you waiting for? Try it on!" He says and you giggle excitedly before jumping out of bed and running to the bathroom with the dress in your tight grasp.

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Running out of space, but I will be posting part 2! So, if you're a Seongwha stan, then... Stay tuned!

[fanficfanatic000]

(Handmade for me) E.M

Eddie Munson x best friend plus sized friends to lovers

reader 18+ don't read if a minor

Trigger warning ( read if you dare )

(Summary)is a plus sized young adult female Who lived in Hawkins her whole life was a outcast in school only has three friends Robin. Steve and eddie. But your best friend is eddie munson. Just your friend right???...You work at a bar as a bartender usually serving drinks from rugged bikers to just turned twenty one first drinkers... until that night.... when it all when wrong......)

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You just stepped out of the shower and walked to your room to grab some clothes to change into. "so what should we do tonight y/n we could go get some snacks im kinda feeling snackyyy" you walked toward your drawer in your little white towel searching for your favorite loose t-shirt. Ripped jeans and bra and underwear.The dorky metal head laying on your bed throwing his arms in the air staring at the ceiling. "Well we could walk to the store after i get dressed since your snackyyyyyy" you giggle and his eyes shift towards you in that white towel your skin silky and your hip stretch marks slightly visible on your lower thigh then he quickly averted his gaze. Focusing on the ceiling instead of your curves. You pulled the clothing items out of your drawers and walk to your bathroom and got dressed. half dried your hair with a towel "ya ready edds?" He got up quickly. "Yepp! Letz gooo!"• He opened the front door for you and you started your short walk to the small store. Eddie walking next to you bumps into you slightly once and a while due to the small sidewalk him on the outer rim of the sidewalk remembering what he said the first time you two walked together -"look i would rather be hit by a truck then see you get hit because if you got hit id drop dead" his hand clenched his chest if he were dieing in a playfulness- "and we have arrived you first m-lady " he held the door his eyebrow crooked with his cute dimple smile the evening light making his eyes sparkle you walk through and he followed behind you. "So what type of snackys were you thinkin? Eddie" he hums thinking about what he wanted "slurpys and spicy chips! What do you think sweetheart?" You nodded yes "sounds good." Eddie and you make way to the slurpy machine waiting for Nancy wheeler and her little sister Holly to fill theirs. Eddie rocked on his heels waiting and looking at you he sticks his tongue out and then you do too. You and eddie were always dorks but dorks together ever since middle school. Nancy and Holly moved walking towards the counter to pay. Eddie hands you a large slurpys cup and you filled it with cherry and cola. And he filled his with the same and you stood there putting the lid on tightly when a hand hit the fat of your ass And a rough smooth voice says "well well well y/n Mickelson ya still look smoking!"You turn gritting your teeth "billy fuck head is that you?" Billy Hargrove this man child always made you uncomfortable in high school and when he sees you obviously he always asked you out then when you declined he'd call you a slut or bitch. eddie turns "Hargrove leave her the fuck alone man!." He says fist clenched stepping between you and Billy "maybe next time y/n" he flashed his stupid cocky grin as he threw cash on the counter and went out the door with his pack of cigarettes. "What an asshole.... thank God you're here edds or he wouldn't have left me alone that fast..." he puts the lid on his slurpy grabs the chips and two straws "yeah im glad i was here. Stupid asshole"You walk up to the counter to pay "doing anything fun tonight you two?" Joyce byers the mother figure of the town she watched you and eddie grow up since you two came there quite frequently and eddie has dnd campaigns that she drops will off at. "Mm we havent thought that far ahead yet.. eddie was just soo snackyyy. And here we are" you smile. And eddie laughs slightly "cmon i know you wanted some snacks also y/n " you giggle sliding the money towards Joyce "well dont have tooo much fun you two " she smiles and handed you the receipt.

Part two is out soon or now

just look under hash tag > handmade for me em<

[thisisthinprivilege]

My experience with the thin privilege roller coaster

I've struggled with my weight since I was about thirteen years old. I'm now twenty-five, and I have been on both sides of the spectrum. I've experienced both thin privilege and fat discrimination. At my heaviest I wore a size 16-18 and weighed about 200 pounds at 5' 6" tall. I realize that isn't incredibly heavy and I still had more privilege than many people, but I was still what many people consider "fat." I couldn't shop at the same stores as my friends. American Eagle jeans? Out of the question. Better go to Old Navy and check out their "vanity sized" clothing. I could have shopped in "plus sized" sections, or even stores, but I was too embarrassed. I couldn't bring myself to even look at them.

I couldn't get a date to save my life, despite the fact that, over the years, there were several people I was interested in. But they always went for the thinner girls. I remember my dad telling me, "You know, you'd be really pretty if you'd just lose weight. I bet you'd get a boyfriend then."

When I was about twenty, something in my life changed. I transferred schools and was incredibly busy with my homework while also working 25-30 hours a week. I didn't have time for snacks and honestly, I didn't even think about eating most of the time. I was quite unhealthy, often only taking in about 800 calories a day. This continued for months until I weighed 145 pounds. 

And suddenly I was in a completely different world. People held doors open for me. They smiled. If I wore a skirt or shorts, I'd hear crude comments from men, and even the occasional cat call (this is not a good thing and I would never, EVER advocate men treating women like this; I'm simply commenting on the fact that it happened.) My size 8 jeans fit perfectly. I was far more outgoing and confident. I started going on dates and making friends with people who I thought wouldn't have even given my 200 pound self the time of day. I went to the beach for the first time in years. In all honesty... I was happy.

How sad is that? How pathetic is it that losing 55 pounds - in a very unhealthy way - just makes the world open up to you? Instead of people whispering about my weight, they were whispering to ME about OTHER PEOPLE'S weight. And the most sickening part of it all? I laughed along with them. I was happy to finally be included. 

Be it karma, a change in my schedule, or just settling back into old habits, I gained most of my weight back a few years later. Suddenly doors started closing on me. There were less smiles and more shoulder bumps from people who either didn't care or didn't notice me. Men stopped asking me out, and I was even turned down for a teaching job in Japan because of my weight.

Very few "overweight" people are able to say they wouldn't be happier if they were thinner. I'm not saying this to advocate thinspo - quite the opposite, actually. It's the fact that we live in a world that tells us thin people are harder working, more attractive, more intelligent... I'm sure I could expand this list for paragraphs. In many cases, thin people are more likely to be happy because doors (both literally and figuratively) open up for you when you're thin. My self-esteem plummeted when I gained back weight. It wasn't because I was a different person. I didn't magically become lazy or ugly or unintelligent. But the world believed I was, and so I believed I was.

I did lose weight again because I decided to take up running. BOOM - the privilege was back. But this time I aware of it. I remembered that fat me and thin me were the same person. Thin me is not smarter. Thin me is not more charming. The only difference between thin me and fat me is that, in the past, thin me could be incredibly cruel. But thin me will never discriminate against someone for being overweight again, because pounds mean nothing. They do not change who a person is, only the way the world perceives them. 

Although I have learned a lot from gaining and losing weight several times, I wish that this experience had taught me to be immune to wanting thin privilege. I wish that I could eat a bacon cheeseburger and not feel regret for days afterward. I gained some weight back over the winter because I stopped running, and now that the weather's broken all I can think about is wanting that thin privilege back. I keep telling myself "you need to lose ten pounds if you want to wear shorts this summer."

If you're considered "overweight" and you're comfortable wearing shorts, I think you're an absolutely amazing person for saying "screw you" to a world that tells you you shouldn't wear shorts. Because you should wear whatever you want to wear, and don't let anyone else tell you otherwise.

For me, personally, I need to feel thin to allow myself to wear shorts. I care so much about what other people think, and I hate that about myself. So what do I do? I cut calories and push myself too hard at the gym. All because I want more thin privilege than I currently have. Because I want that single digit jeans size back. Because I like when people hold doors open for me, strike up conversations with me, and invite me to parties. How sad is it that to feel like a proper human being I have to feel thin?

[lovebunni05]

No secret that women's clothing and fashion profits off of insecurity but it blows my mind that people deny it like I'm 5'2 and 230 lbs so clearly I'm plus size however that's not the case for every store my closet ranges everywhere from small-3x stores that sell clothing like this (making their clothing bigger/smaller than what the label says) are profiting off of insecurity in both ways: smaller women realize how big the small is and are happy because they're smaller than the stores small, and bigger women are happy because they fit in a shirt that has the label of small on it, and the vice versa. Women's sizing (in America at least) doesn't mean shit it just depends on what store u go to. But notice how men's clothing is generally the same size all around and also you never see a plus size section for men cus its almost guaranteed that if a man goes to the store he will be able to be consistent with his sizing instead of trying on every size the store offers. The plus size section I feel Is just there to make women feel bad in men's sizing all the clothes smallest to largest are all together but women have to have a completely different section that says "hey fat girls buy from here". Idk that's just what I've been thinking Abt today

[kitsun3imp0ster]

Another post cause I was just made aware of this and I NEED to talk about it

what do you fucking mean she's supposed to be 'chubby'. She literally looks like every highschool mean girl ever, there is No Chub to be seen. She's just wearing a damn sweater. She's literally my body type, and ur telling me that she's supposed to be PLUS SIZED??

this seems to be a consistent thing in regretevator, making characters skinnier than they're supposed to be and dogging on people who draw fat people in general

Just look at the difference between split's model and her official art. The model just looks like she's wearing a big sweater, she does NOT look plus sized, and even if then, she's supposed to be a good bit bigger either way.

This is how regretevator devs make plus sized people and it's driving me crazy. It shouldn't be that hard.

Literally. I'm a beginner when it comes to drawing plus sized bodies, but at least I TRY and do my research.

An example of some art I did a couple days ago of my chubby OC. Notice how she Actually looks plus sized and not like she's just wearing a big sweater, even behind two layers of clothes.

ALSO ANOTHER THING is the whole situation with that one person who got kicked for drawing 'fat fetish art' and asking to draw Gnarpy fat (they themself are plus sized and just mentioned how they like to see them self represented by their fav character.)

THEN gregoriah's VA and the person's ex proceeded to slander them everywhere.

This is the kind of art they make.

Not at all fetishizing it, just drawing a fat character.

And tbh, the fact that their ex was one of the main people slandering them makes me feel a certain way, plus Gregoriah's VA being well known for starting conflicts for basically no reason is another thing added on top.

To be honest, it really just feels like the regretevator devs don't respect plus sized characters and the fact that they exist.

Before I go, I will add this since I've gotten some anon asks saying some stupid shit:

I'm NOT trying to cancel anybody or start drama. I'm simply screaming into the void and putting stuff out there, which is already public info. I'm not a troll and I'm not trying to ragebait.

If you don't like it, just block me instead of sending me weird asks. And have fun not sending anon asks anymore, cause I turned it off. Now I can actually block you if you decide to try and say that stuff again, because guess what?

I'm not gonna interact with people I don't want to. I'm simply not going to give you the time of day, and I'm simply going to block you, like you should do with me.

Anyway rant over. Like I said above, I'm just saying shit and putting my opinion out there. Don't agree? Just block me, it's better than getting in an online argument.