#and what am i even chubby for if it doesn't keep me worm

[torifuckingspring]

I'm wearing four layers of clothing and I'm still cold shoot me

[admrlthundrbolt]

Tongue Tied (Luke x Chubby Reader)

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Luke believes that his luck in love ran out before he was even born. So after weeks of Marnie trying to set him up, he finally accepts. Will it be a wonderful night or a disaster. And how exactly has he been entranced by them. Could they have a secret of they're own.

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Hey guys, I'm back at it again. I had a hankering to watch some spooky Disney movies. So I watched the Halloweentown series for the first time. I am so disappointed that I hadn't seen it before. But no time like the present. And like many before me I was enamored with Luke. This is the result. Hope you enjoy.

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Luke had always known his luck in love was lousy. But he thought college may give him a leg up. Tons of new and different people to get to know. It was only a matter of time before he met someone he was compatible with.

As he paced his dorm room, he had to reconsider his choices. It had been months, already, a whole semester had come and gone. Yet he struck out again and again. Frowning he decided a walk could help him gather his thoughts.

Leaving the dormitories a bright flyer for a neighborhood block party caught his eye. Causing a memory to jolt in his mind. Rushing back up to his room. He hurriedly sent a message to Marnie.

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She was practically skipping around her room, listing off all the great things about you. “She's so sweet and good natured. Quite the book worm too, but that doesn't keep her from enjoying a good movie. You guys are going to get along so well.” She gave him a look, wiggling her eyebrows and everything. “Not to mention she is totally cute. You see her and just want to squeeze the life out of her she's so adorable.”

He tried to hide his blush behind the soda he was drinking. It seemed like you were the total package. So what would you want with a guy like him? Between his ugly mug and uglier past. Would you really give him a chance. “If she's this great, then why set her up with me?”

Marnie frowned as she took in his downtrodden expression. Why was he always so hard on himself. Still she gave him a reassuring smile. “Call it witches intuition, I know you guys are perfect for each other. You'll be each other's yin and yang.” Seeing his mood not brighten, she thought a new detail may lighten the situation. “Besides I told her you were interested already. You would not believe how excited she was.”

His face fell into his hands with a groan. What was he kidding, he would just mess this up too. But then a sudden idea came to mind. Head shooting up, his wide eyes stared at his friend. “OK, but on one condition.”

She nodded eagerly, anything to make the perfect match.

“You make me look human for the date.” He watched as her face fell. Scrambling to make his case, he almost fell from his seat. “Look I just want to make the best impression. We both know that I'm more confident when you take away the goblin features.” Running his finger through fluffy hair he sighed. “I don't want to mess this up. I mean like you said, we're made for each other.”

Nose scrunching in annoyance she crossed her arms. “Is it really the only way you'll agree.” Nodding he watched her resolve crumble. “Fine let me talk to my Grandma and we'll see what we can do.” She wanted to be angry with him. But as the wide grin settled on his face she found she couldn't. If this was what got the two of you to meet then so be it. You really did belong together. Hopefully you could knock some sense into him on your date.

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You shuffled in front of the movie theater. Nerves and excitement burning in you veins. You had been a bit skeptical when Marnie mentioned a blind date. But after all the good things she had to say about Luke. Well if he's half the guy she claimed then you were willing to try.

He swatted Marnie's hands away as she tried to straight his coat for the millionth time. She had been fretting over him since they met up. It was making his anxiety flare up terribly. If he hadn't already agreed to this he might head home. But there was no way he could disappoint his friend or a sweet stranger. So he took a deep breath and cleared his mind. “OK, I think I'm ready.”

Her smile widened. “Great. Now don't forget that the spell only last a few hours. Even though I still think it wasn't the best decision to begin with.”

Glancing at a nearby window, he couldn't help but admire his handsome face. He doesn't hate his goblin features, they just made him self-conscious. Especially when meeting a cute girl for a blind date. “I know how you feel, you've told me a ton of times. I just want to make the best first impression I can.”

She reluctantly nodded and spun him around. “OK, start with the movie, then dinner afterwards. The perfect first date.” She pushed him in the direction of the cinema. Grinning all the while.

He got to the theater in a few short moments. Still this was a new territory for him. Even with the artificial glow up, his heart was hammering. Steeling his nerves he turned the final corner and paused. There was no way that was his blind date. Looking up and down the street he knew there must be a mistake. You were the only person standing in the place Marnie had set up as a meeting spot. You were gorgeous, the vision of a goddess. Your plush body complimented well by the outfit you had chosen. He was enamored with the sight of you. It made him all the more sure of asking for the makeover. Making his way over he called out your name.

Spinning towards the call, you smiled warmly. Only for your brows to pinch in confusion. You could have sworn that Marnie said he was a goblin. So why was this human guy saying your name. “Hi, are you Luke?”

His grin broadened. “The one and only. It's nice to finally meet the girl that Marnie keeps talking about. Putting a beautiful face to the name and all.” He mentally cheered at your flushed cheeks. Maybe he could charm you into not caring about his face.

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He held the door open as you both exited the cinema. “Can you imagine how much they spent on fake blood? I mean that scene at the end with the bloodfall.” You looked up at him as you gushed about the movie. Going on about the special effects and detail of the props. It was endearing how much you seemed to love movies. He loved your reactions and random comments. Every so often you would tug him towards yourself and whisper something in his ear. He always had to hold back a shiver at your cute action. Every moment he spent in your presence made him open up just a bit more. As if you were drawing out his true nature, without even meaning to. You were so sweet and inviting, it was impossible to not like you.

He tug subconsciously at his ear as he smiled down at you. “You know, you don't strike me as the type of girl that would be interested in a movie like that.”

You gazed at him with glittering eyes. “I love all kinds of movies. They're a great way to bring any story to life. Everyone's story deserves to be told.” If he became anymore enamored with you his heart may just beat right out of his chest.

As a nearby clock chimed loudly you wrapped your plush arm around his own. Surprised he had to stop himself from jumping. “Oh, I know just the place for a great bite. If you like diners that is.” Your full cheeks puffed up as you grinned widely at him.

“Yeah, I could go for a burger and shake.” His own smile spread as you made your way down the block.

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Dinner went even better than the movie. He could hear you talk for hours about anything. But the captivating way you spoken about movie was delightful. You listened to every opion he gave and giving your own in an intriguing way. It made his thoughts feel validated and encouraged.

You both enjoyed the food. He had to agree with you, it all tasted amazing. Though there was an awkward pause when the waitress brought out his shake with two straws. She threw a wink to your table and left.

With a small yet genuine he slid the glass towards you. “Go ahead and try. It's way to much for just me anyways.” He flushed at the sweet smile you gave him. Only for his grin to broaden as you shifted to second straw to him.

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Now you were strolling through the park. Your arm wrapped around his once again. Supple body pressed against his own. Enjoying the quiet peace and pleasant ambiance together.

You look up at him with dazzling eyes. “I've really enjoyed tonight Luke.” You gave his arm a tight squeeze, smiling softly.

He couldn't help but mirror your expression. It really has been one of the best nights of his life. He honestly wanted to hit himself over the head for not listening to his friend sooner. “I have too. This has been great. But don't tell Marnie, her head would get to big for her body.” He flushed at the sweet giggle you let out.

As the town centers clock chimes the late hour, he swiftly stops. Feeling his face shifting, he tries to turn away from you. Noticing the sudden change, you grip his arm tighter and ask what's wrong.

“I I I need to go.” He desperately wants to run. You couldn't see him like this, it would ruin everything. He covers his face with his hands.

Worried that he could be hurt, you pry his hands from his face. He squeezes his eyes shut, not wanting to see the disappointment on your face. “Luke, please, tell me what's wrong.”

His eyes widened in shock. Staring down at your face, he was surprised at what he saw. Your were worried, your eyes glittering with unshed tears. “I'm a monster, that's what. Or actually a goblin.” His shoulders sagged in resignation. “I ask Marnie to change my appearance so I would have a better chance with you. But I guess I was having such a good time, I didn't realize the hour. I understand if you want to never see me again.” His posture slouch further as he thinks about how stupid he was. That he would ever have a chance with a girl like you.

Bringing your hand to his cheek, you guided his eyes to yours. “Luke I've known from the beginning that you were a goblin. Marnie has shown me pictures of you before.”

His brows pinched as you admitted this. “You knew? And you still wanted to go on a date with me?”

You nodded enthusiastically. “Of course, how could I not. She could only say good things about you. I was actually the one who suggested the date.” Looking away shyly, you gave him a bashful grin.

Shaking his head, he smacked himself on the forehead. Sliding the hand down his face, he sighed. “I really have been dumb.”

Your melodious giggle sounded through the air. “How about you make it up to me on a second date.” He straighten up and hastily agreed. “I can tell you all about my heritage. I am an eighth troll after all.” Your smile widened at the disbelief on his face and the barrage of questioned that followed.

[skylarstark4826]

Shuri was awakened by the sound of water moving. She stirred for a moment in the large hammock and looked at her right, where a wicker cradle was placed upon her request. She wanted her son next to her even during the night time in Talokan refusing to hand him over to a wet nurse that Namor called to help her.

Shuri looked inside the cradle and it was empty. For a moment, panic took her soul but the sound of the water moving was constant and steady, as if someone was moving their feet in the water. Shuri let the panic dissipate and stand up from her hammock.

The hut is illuminated with clean vases of bioluminescent worms that live inside the caves. Her bare feet makes no sound on the cold stone while reaching for Namor's cream-colored mantel to wrap herself in it. She's quickly hugged by his scent and she exhales happly. Then, she follows the sound of water and walks outside the hut.

Her walk is a short one: Namor sits by one of the cavern pools surrounded by an ethereal blue light and holding something. His voice hums a sweet song whose words are in Mayan.

Hearing her soft feet on the stone, K'uk'ulkan turns slightly at her and gives her a soft smile.

"Did I wake you up?" he asks in a whisper.

"No ... I don't think so ... I woke up on my own"

Namor hums again and turns to the bundle in his arms.

"He started to get fussy and I heard him. I wanted to let you sleep since you had such a busy day already and I took him here. Apparently, the sound of water moving relaxes him"

Shuri notice only now that K'uk'ulkan's feet are in the pool and his wings flutter to move the water. She has to admit that the sound is soothing and relaxing, even lulling Shuri to sleep again. Although her tiredness is also related to her difficulty to rest at night because of their son's sleeping schedule being completely off.

Shuri pokes her head and looks at the bundle of blankets in Namor's arms: their son K'awiil is four months old and since the day he was born, Shuri has been amazed by him. He's her carbon copy with a lot of soft wavy hair - which is unusual but she doesn't care - similar to his father.

Namor cradles his son while staring at him: the baby's tiny hand wrapped around one of Namor's gigantic fingers. Sometimes the baby opens his hand and Namor presses their palms together.

Shuri steals a look at him and she's not surprised to see him completely transfixed.

"I don't understand, Shuri"

"What?"

"I have seen babies before, so many times. In Talokan, parents always bring newborns to me, to name them or to bless them. I've seen my people as my children because I've seen them all from their birth until their death. I know how babies are formed, I know they are small, delicate and vulnerable. I know they can be difficult and challenging. But ... now, with him ... I don't understand ... I can't keep my eyes off him, I can't stop looking at him, I can't help but stare at his tiny features, at his small nose, mouth, ears, feet and hands and I can't stop thinking that he's the most beautiful baby I've ever seen, regardless of how many beautiful babies I have seen in my long life. When I look at his hands and feet, I can't help but compare mine with his, I can't stop thinking that mine were so small too one time and I wonder how is that even possible. I can barely remember when I was so small and now I have this little child in my arms who is growing before my eyes and I am amazed by everything about him." Namor stops and takes a deep breath while caressing the chubby cheeks of his son with a finger "I don't understand Shuri, it's like I'm seeing a baby for the first time in my life and everything is new, amazing and I am physically unable to keep my eyes off him"

Shuri smiles sweetly and leans over his shoulder, wrapping one arm around his while she reaches out to her baby to hold his tiny hands. His skin - similar to hers - is marvelously smooth under her fingers.

"I feel the same" she confesses to him in a low and gentle tone "I have seen babies, I've held them, I've cradled them and I've never had any particular feelings for them. I thought they were cute and smelled amazing but I've never thought of wanting one on my own nor I've never seen myself as a mother but ... now it's completely different. When I discovered I was pregnant, the first thing I did was cry ... I had so many conflicting feelings. Then, when we decided to bring him to the world I still felt unsettled, but the moment he was born, the first time I saw him ... it felt like the center of my universe has shifted all of the sudden. He's my new center and I'm simply orbiting around him, uncertain and terrified but ... in awe. It's the first time for me being so enraptured by something that wasn't built in a lab but that we made together and I ask myself how empty and lonely my life was before him"

Namor hums and leans towards her to kiss the top of her head before turning towards K'awiil in his arms. He's sleeping peacefully in his father's arm, his tiny pointy ears twitch at the soothing sound of the water and his thinning black hair - like his father's - are smooth.

"Do you want to give him to me? How long have you held him? Aren't you tired?" Shuri asks him.

"You carried him for nine months and you still carry him around most of the day. I can hold him. Besides, he weighs nothing." Namor smiles.

"To you!" Shruti giggles "Don't forget you have super strength"

"So you do, in yakunaj" he kisses her lips lightly and Shuri smiles tenderly.

Namor strokes one of his son's cheeks with his thumb.

"His skin is also very smooth" murmurs Namor.

Shuri hums again in agreement smiling.

"Sometimes I feel guilty for kissing his chubby cheeks and scratching him with my beard." Namor admits.

"Your beard is soft, so you shouldn't feel guilty. I love kissing him now that he's so small and can't escape me: they keep telling me that they grow up quickly and soon they will run away from my kisses. I know now that it's true. The first time I thought I was "too old" for affection I didn't let my Baba and Umama kiss me anymore. And now I wish I wasn't so stupid." Shuri says with a sad smile. 

Namor looks at her with crushing tenderness and guilt.

"I remember ... my mother couldn't show her affection for me in public. She was Queen of Talokan until her death and I was her only heir, but the people already worshipped me like K'uk'ulkan and apparently showing motherly affection to their own God-like child was frowned upon. She had to restrict her love for me in private and even in that case, someone was always with us. Therefore, my mother created one of the first breather masks for face and gills so that she could take me on the surface and show me the land she longed for and give me the love and affection that she couldn't otherwise. She kept the creation of the breathers a secret for a few years but later, after my pressure too, she decided to make them for Talokan too. There weren't many Talokanil brave enough to venture to the surface without some protection. It took her a couple of years to perfect them and when she was sure it was safe, she gave the masks to the people of Talokan. At that time, I thought my mother's wish to keep the breathers a secret was egoistic but now I understand her motivation. "

He took a deep breath: what he was about to say was very important and he wants Shuri to understand what he wants to say.

"I don't want the same for K'awiil. I want to be able to kiss him and hug him in front of my people or yours without having to be judged for it. He's my son, my first child, the first one born from me. I don't want him to ever feel second to anyone or anything"

Shuri feels a deep sadness for Namor's mother and for him too. Being so lonely for so long, no family of his own or people that treated him like a God: never be kissed, never be held or touched him like a human being instead like a God-King.

Shuri raises her hand and caress his head, his bearded cheek, his soft hair. Namor closes his eyes and exhale in happiness, feeling Shuri's touch.

"We both know that your duty to Talokan must be your main priority - just like Wakanda is my priority - but I know that you will find time to love and cherish our son too. I know you will put him first over anything else, including me"

Namor turns to her, bewildered:

"No, I would never ..."

"Yes, you will. Because I know I will do it too. By protecting Wakanda and Talokan, we are protecting K'awiil too. I am not saying that I shall not love you anymore or that you will love me less, I'm saying that it's a different kind of love and it's ok. We will have to learn how to live with different kinds of love, I guess".

Namor remained silent for a few seconds, then chuckled.

Their son stirs in his sleep and Shuri quickly put a hand on his mouth to silence him.

"Don't wake him up!" Shuri whispers slightly aggressive.

"Sorry" Namor replies still smiling stupidly.

"What was that?"

"I just ... I was thinking of how you changed everything that I was before." he says and his eyes turn serious as he stares at Shuri "From being a lonely and bitter centenary child with no love in my heart - un niño sin amor - to a man with so many different kinds of love that I don't know how to deal with them." He sighs deeply "But I want to try. For you, for our son and for our people."

Shuri leans towards him and kiss him with passion, closing her arms around his neck. Namor, unable to move unless he woke up their child - and he would have himself impaled with his own spear before that happened - gladly accepts the kiss from Shuri, moaning in her mouth.

When Shuri broke her kiss and placed her forehead to his, Namor leans towards her to chase her in another passionate kiss, but she stops him by placing her fingers in his lips.

"What if we have another child?" Shuri asks.

Namor looks at her with attention. His ears almost immediately listen for another heartbeat, but he can only hear his son's and Shuri's hearts. He almost feels saddened for the absence of it, but then he remembers how difficult it has been for Shuri to give birth to K'awiil and he doesn't want her to go through that ever again. He would be happy to have only their son. 

"Whether you give me one child or seven, I would love them all because they are a part of you." He replies smiling.

Then he adds a question that has been sitting in his heart for months:

"Will you marry me?"

Shuri smiles sweetly and caress his face:

"Two hundred and seventy five"

"What?"

"It's the times you asked me to marry you since we have made peace. It has increased since we discovered I was pregnant. And with today it's two hundred-seventy five" she giggles silently "And how did I answer you every times?"

Namor snorts:

"No. For two hundred-seventy five times"

"No."

"No?"

"Yes."

Yes? What ... wait ...

"Y-yes?" Namor asks, uncertain.

Shuri kisses him again sweetly.

"Yes, I will marry you. Now, let's take K'awiil to his crib"

Namor doesn't even realise that his wings have accelerated their fluttering making him walk a few centimetres from the ground. His heart is beating like it could pop out of his mouth and his eyes can't stop looking at Shuri's back.

It's the first time she says yes after two hundred-seventy four 'no'.

He will make sure she will 'yes' for two hundred-seventy five times.

[bitchkay]

Hello!

If it's cool with you, I have some Aquia x Chubby reader horny brain worms I wanna share with you. Picture this:

You wish weren't so insecure about your body. You knew Aquia loved you regardless of your appearance. It always showed in the little things he did, but lately he noticed your insecurities were becoming more evident. He couldn't just stand by while you're in such a dark place. So Aquia, being the gentleman he is, asks to show you just how much he loves you in bed. You make him feel so good (physically, and emotionally. Let's be real, this boy cannot get enough of your kisses, cuddles, and sweet words), so would it be so wrong for him to do the same for you? I'm pretty sure you had a headcanon that said his favourite part of foreplay was taking off his partner's clothes, so if you try to cover yourself, he'd look like a kicked puppy (mostly because he feels sad for you). That look of sadness is what made you drop your arms from your body. He understood how you felt, of course, which is all the more reason for him to kiss every square milimetre of the chubbiness you've grown to dislike, say the sweetest things about it also. It doesn't take long before he can no longer keep it together. He NEEDED to be inside you. And once he slips inside, he is in pure BLISS. How could he not be when you look, and feel so good? And let me tell you something else: he will be vocal about that too.

[Ask received: dec 2nd 2023]

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Aquia my sweet boy🥰

He loves you so dearly

He honestly cant help but love every square millimetre of your body, it breaks his heart to see you so insecure about it

Of course he notices when you're insecurities start to get the better of you, your light starts to fade

and he'll be damned if he doesn't pick you up from a dark place

Every part of you is so beautiful he needs to give it all special attention, leaving no place unkissed♡

Imagine this♡:

"Look at yourself." Stood in front of a mirror, Aquia stands behind you, hands on your waist. "Don't you see it?" He wraps his arms around your middle pressing himself against your back. "What am I even suposed to be looking at, Aquia?" He tucks his head into your neck kissing your skin. "You don't see what I see? I see the most beautiful person that's ever walked this world." He pulls off your sweater tugging at the collar of your shirt. The clothes you wear are more baggy than usual. "You exaggerate" you avert your eyes from the mirror embarrassed. "Really? Look forward." he pulls your shirt up slowly exposing your stomach. "You hide yourself from me." He pulls your shirt all the way off. "All this." Aquia kisses your neck moving downwards, your soft skin giving beneath his touches. Your skin feels hot standing awkwardly in front of the mirror in a bra as Aquia kisses your back. "You're only saying that because you love me..." "I do love you." He goes around to kiss your lips. "But that doesn't make what I say any less true." He looks at the mirror making you look too. "Maybe I am biased... but I'm the only opinion you should care about." Aquia kisses your lips once more before he kisses move further down your body making sure you face towards the mirror. He bends at the waist as he kisses your sides and your stomach, curling his kisses all around your midsection. He undoes the clasp of your bottoms pulling them down trailing kisses down your legs. "All this body... every pudge, roll, curve and crevice..." he kneels in front of you, hands on your hips. "... everything you hate about yourself... is my favorite thing about you... you drive me mad you know that?" Aquia looks up at you, nothing but love behind his red eyes, his hands squishing your soft thighs. "... I know..." "But do you?" His hands move further up. "Look. Look in the mirror." He kisses your lower stomach above your underwear. "I see how you have been looking at yourself." He kisses your hips. "I cant sit idly by while you wallow in self loathing. I want to be a constant reminder how absolutely beautiful you are." Aquia stands slowly trailing kisses from your thighs up towards your chest. "'Leave marks are your sweet skin..." he tugs your bra off. "...adorn you in precious beads and jewelry... that every time you look at yourself, you're reminded of the beauty you've been blind to this whole time." "Aquia..." "if I must make sweet and passionate love to you for several hours in front of this mirror so you can see yourself through my eyes, I will do that with pleasure."

"I will show you exactly how this body makes me feel. Enthusiastically."