#chubby jackson

[jazzandother-blog]

WEN THE BAND IS WAITING TO GET PAID AFTER THE GIG

In front from left: Dave Lambert, Dizzy Gillespie, Chubby Jackson, and back from left: John Simmons and George Handy . NYC 1947

Photo by William P. Gottlieb

[b1lliesb1ues]

📸 Art Kane, 1958

‘I have no idea how they decided to stand where they did, and with whom, but they did. Slowly they formed themselves into a big group … and I saw they couldn’t have got themselves into a better position’ – Art Kane

[mariocki]

Electric Shades of Grey (The Psychedelic Priest, 1971/2001)

"You know, all my life I've had people running my life for me, and I'm sick and tired of it. First it was my mother. Then I wasted eleven years of my life. Just who do you think you are anyway?"

[dream-in-seoul]

Ok let's get into it. If I see another tiktok where people bully a chubby girl for saying she likes some idol "because wtf she thinks, she is too ugly and he wouldn't ever like her" I will genuinely flip. Firstly, you don't know these people. You don't know what they like. They might not even be into women, and yet you are convinced that every attractive guy wants to date a supermodel?

Jackson Wang literally has a verbal fight with an interviewer who doesn't believe him he doesn't have a physical type and only goes of vibes and you guys will still get on socials and make videos about his ideal type being someone athletic because it's in his birth chart. Have you heard what he said? Hello?

Same for literally any other idol.

I hate to break it to you, but being skinny does not suddenly give you a chance with them. None of us have a chance and bullying people for their weight online will definitely not raise your chances because good portion of these idols would be disappointed if not disgusted by your behaviour.

Can we just enjoy our fantasies without attacking each other’s looks? Because at the end of the day, it is just a fantasy.

[squeeblub]

trying to bake 4 ur bf but he came back from the infirmary early and now he wont leave u alone 💔

will is soft and fluffy like milk bread and nico is crunchy on the outside but jelly on the inside like one of those asmr crystal candies

[wetpussyju1ce]

Are you okay with doing like a little mini smut series request of Jax teller x curvy!reader?

jax teller x fem!curvy reader

782 words

tags: +18 mdni, smut, thigh fucking, play fighting, oral sex, I made Jax teller an ass and thighs man, not beta read

a/n: i made this a x fem reader, hope that's okay, also I wasn't sure how to go abt fulfilling this ask, even though i wanted to, because i'm not a curvy person, I never was and dind't want to accidentally offend/hurt anyone, so i wrote this with some bits my chubby friends have shared. i hope you'll like it <3 + Also, abt a series, I don't think I'm ready to take on that type of challenge yet, but i wrote this as a little gift. I'm sure there's others who will make a series of this, or you could, dear @none-of-ur-business-fuck-off, everyone can write fic <3

Jax Teller who can't keep his paws to himself whenever his girlfriend is around. Who enjoys terrorising her by just biting her, if the bastard could take a nibble of his gf's cheek he would because he swears she tastes like sprinkles and sugar, even though it's her lotions and soaps. She gets annoyed and tries to wrestle him off her, but he just laughs and plays with her, shamelessly using his strength to hold her down while she's squirming around, "Let me go, Jackson!"

Jax who, when he gets bored while they're watching a movie together, he keeps squeezing her chubby thighs in his hands, he really tries to be as gentle as possible, but he sometimes to keep his strength in check so she squeals when he squeezes too tight and he coos, "'m sorry, baby, didn't mean to, you're just so soft-"

Jax Teller who just loves to show off and uses his strength to manhandle n throw his pretty girl around in bed. She tries to pretend that it's annoying but he knows she likes it, can see the secret shy smiles n the heated stares she gives him when he drags her to his lap just for a kiss.

Jax Teller who bites her on the ass when they're play fighting and she screams, fighting him off to get away from his mouth, but he's a dog when it comes to having her body close, he's not as cool and chill as he thinks he is, his brain shuts down and he starts acting stupid the second he realises he can touch her in any way he wants and no one will give him shit for it, like when they're home alone.

Jax who uses her thick thighs as pillows, who rests his head on her stomach, her thighs over his shoulders, he claims it warms his ear and she smells nice. He's plotting in his head when he'll strike and pull her shorts down to bury his face in her pussy but then she scratching his head, running her fingers through his head and his shoulders sag. He hums, closing his eyes, and before he knows it, he's drooling a little on her thighs, snoring between her legs.

Jax who holds a gold medal in the Pussy Eating Championship. He prides himself in making his girlfriend shake and cry under his tongue, who thoroughly enjoys having so much fat and chub to hold onto while he goes to town on her. Then when he's done, he playfully slaps the inside of her thigh, making her squeal, "You good, baby?" He asks, blonde hair sticking in all directions, a result of her holding onto his head for dear life. He laughs when she can't answer him with coherent words and wipes his wet mouth with the back of his hand. He starts to unbuckle his belt and she makes a panicked little noise, he shushes her, a hand on one of her thighs, "Hey, 's okay, I'll give her a break, yeah? Just let me fuck your thighs, okay?"

He doesn't wait for an answer before he flips her around on her stomach, dragging her hips up like it was nothing, pushing a pillow under them. He lowers his jeans down his hips with his boxers, he was already hard between his legs, his dick bobbing when he moved. So like the dirty man he was, he runs his open palm over her wet and messy pussy, then uses that wetness to slick himself a little before covering her body in his. When he slips between her thighs, he throws his head with a groan, she was soft, warm and slippery, and he was pressed tight against her pussy lips, that felt hotter than any other part of her body. He starts to rut against her and she's making little breathy noises, Jax leans down, kisses her temple and speaks in her ear, "Clench them up for me,"

She whines, unable to control her muscles anymore, but she still tries and fails. Jax smiles a little, leaning back to see better as he grabs her by the thighs, a hand in each side, "I'll do it, just stay still," He squeezes the flesh together as much as possible and she moans, clawing at the sheets as he bumps her clit with each thrust, his dick fighting to get inside where it really belongs. But Jax doesn't care about that, he only cares about coming between her thighs. As long as he gets to have his dick anywhere near his gorgeous girlfriend, he's grateful. He may be a greedy bastard sometimes, but he has always been grateful, always.

[michaelsfavgirl]

chubby chaser

Pairing: Michael Jackson x plus-size!fem!reader

Synopsis: just mike having a strong preference for chubby women. <3

Word Count: 1k

Requested: yes/no (one of you gave me an idea for this a while back)

Author’s Note: this is for my fellow softies! love y'all

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This man has been into fuller women all his life.

He cannot quite pinpoint when this so-called preference began, yet he vividly remembers his entire family teasing him about it.

Once, during his childhood, he stumbled across a pinup magazine featuring a drawing of a fat woman. Captivated, he quickly cut out the picture and tucked it neatly into his notebook. Each afternoon after school, this adorable fool would pull it out and stare at it, daydreaming instead of completing his homework.

The peace didn’t last long though. One day, his mother, Katherine, discovered the picture while tidying up. She chuckled, thinking it harmless, and set it conspicuously on his desk. That’s when chaos truly ensued. Marlon barged into the room unannounced, as was his habit, and immediately spotted it. Oh, it was over for little Mike. The relentless teasing that followed could fill a book.

“Damn, Mike, we didn’t know you were into fuller gals,” Jermaine said with exaggerated emphasis, holding the picture for the other brothers to see.

 “What’s this, Mike? Planning your future with Miss Chubby Cheeks?” Tito teased, grinning ear to ear. He was mortified, face burning red as his brothers howled with laughter. 

Naturally he got embarrassed from their teasing yet it didn't make him any less ashamed of what he was into. 

Always ran after the rounder girls in school.

It crushed him every time they turned him down.

Poor thing couldn’t comprehend that being into softer girls wasn’t mainstream.

As he grew older, his innocent admiration evolved into a more passionate, teenage longing.

His once puppy eyed stares grew more sinful as his hormones kicked in.

The urge to kiss soft, chubby cheeks turned into a desire to bury his face in full, ample tits and to grip meaty love handles. 

Every time a curvy girl walked by, his breath would hitch, his gaze following the hypnotic sway of wide hips and jiggling bellies.

But even in his late teens, the frustration mounted. Porn magazines, ubiquitous among his peers, featured nothing but slim women. Respect them though he did, they simply didn’t ignite his imagination. leaving him to rely on his thoughts , filthy thoughts might I add.

Often imagining a fuller girl astride him, her soft body bouncing as she rode him, her weight pressing him into the mattress. His fantasies would leave him fisting his stiff cock fast like a mad man.

As he moved onto his solo career, away from his brothers, he had to be very careful about his image. 

That's something both he and Frank agreed on, however that's not what Michael insinuated when it came to his dating life, or the type of women he wanted in his short films.

One such instance occurred during the production of the Thriller music video. Michael and his manager Frank DiLeo sat reviewing headshots of potential female leads.

“Hm, no, not this one,” Michael said, tossing aside yet another photo of a slender model.

Frank groaned, exhausted. “Michael, for God’s sake, this is the hundredth girl you’ve rejected. Pick someone so we can move on.”

Michael shrugged casually. “Hey, all these girls are cute, but I want it to be realistic.”

Frank gaped. “Realistic?! Michael, you’re playing a werewolf in this video!”

Michael sighed, annoyed. “Not that kind of realistic, Frank. If I’m supposed to give this girl a damn promise ring in the video, she should look like the kind of girl I’d actually give it to.”

Frank pinched the bridge of his nose. “Michael, we’ve been over this—”

Michael’s voice turned sharp, leaving no room for debate. “No, you’ve been over it. I’m not changing my mind. Either find me a softie, or I’ll find myself a new manager.” 

Thankfully, things often worked in his favor. 

Whenever he brought a curvy girl to set, no one batted an eye, assuming she was just a friend. 

No one noticed that these “friends” never appeared more than once, nor did they question why his hand always rested possessively on their plush hips.

He’d smirk, thanking god for how clueless people could be.

Of course, not everyone was oblivious. Karen, his longtime makeup artist, had clocked his preference long ago. 

She’d tried everything to seduce him—short dresses, red lipstick, flirty banter—but to no avail. 

One day, as she applied his makeup, she noticed his attention fixed elsewhere.

She followed his gaze, annoyed that he wasn't facing her, to see him staring intently at another makeup artist across the room, her round cheeks glowing as she did his back up dancers makeup.

“Do you know her, K?” he asked, still staring, eyes never straying away from her round features.

Karen’s lips thinned. “No,” she said curtly, jealousy simmering beneath her skin. It was then she understood the truth.

By the time interviewers began prying into his love life, the pattern was unmistakable.

Questions about his “hidden” relationships amused him.

He wanted to laugh every time someone asked why he was so secretive. Secretive? Hardly. The world’s ignorance was the real culprit. 

For years, he’d been openly hand-in-hand with his soft little muse, yet the tabloids never caught on.

Finally, he decided to just say ‘fuck it’ after marrying the love of his life in a beautiful secret ceremony. 

The second the wedding photos were released, chaos erupted. No one could stop gossiping about it.

“Did you see the photos?” one host exclaimed. “He married a curvy girl! I mean, she’s stunning, but no one saw this coming.”

 “I know, right?” another added. “I thought he’d end up with a model or actress, not someone so… chubby.”

Back at neverland, you lowered the TV volume and turned to him.

 “You know this isn’t going to blow over anytime soon, right?” you asked.

Michael smirked, pulling you into his arms. “Who said I wanted it to? I want the world to know you’re my pretty wife—nobody else’s.”

He pressed a line of kisses up your neck, pausing to playfully nibble at your soft double chin.

“Ow! Hey, I’m not food,” you giggled.

He raised a brow. “Oh really? Because you tasted real sweet this morning—” You silenced him with a hand over his mouth, his muffled laughter warming your heart.

© michaelsfavgirl 2025

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[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ LMLY ♡

♡ Pairing: boyfriend!jackson wang x songwriter!chubby!fem!reader

♡ Genre: fluff/smut

♡ Summary: On the evening before one of your boyfriend's parties you confess to him that you've been doubting yourself lately and he has his heart set on easing your mind.

♡ Word Count: 1.7k-ish

♡ Warnings: oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, pet names (baby) & that's about all, bbys

♡ A/N: This is my first Jackson Wang request which I'm really happy about because no one ever really requests/write for him (like, y'all, this man's a certified baddie. let's get it together). Thank you @writhingwrecked for putting this request in. I hope you get the comfort you needed from it!

People usually have one of two ideas about who your boyfriend is. They either categorize him as this dark, brooding artist who’s trapped in the spiral of an existential crisis or some frat boy who spends all of his time partying and drinking. If they took the time they’d see what a sweetheart he is, especially when it comes to you.

Seated opposite you on the couch of his penthouse—one of many he has tucked away in different countries—he keeps your feet balanced in his lap, laser focused on painting your toenails your favorite color. Nothing could possibly be cuter than Jackson is with his hair pulled back into the two tiny space buns you put them in earlier, tongue peeking out from between his lips as he applies the final touches to your nails. 

Tonight Jackson’s having one of his infamous parties, this one on a scenic beach in Thailand. It’ll be the first you’ve attended since joining his songwriting team and your first since the two of you began dating. Anyone who’s anyone will be there and you’re determined to look perfect for it. So, needless to say, you sent yourself into a panic when the nail tech canceled on you last minute.

But it was Jackson to the rescue as always, quieting your fears and insisting that you let him take care of you. That’s the Jackson you know. The one who’ll do anything to keep his girl happy. It gives you butterflies watching him be this patient and attentive with you. It makes your heart race a little faster just feeling his fingers brush your skin as he tilts your foot to inspect his handiwork. 

“That tickles!” you giggle, toes wiggling as he tries to keep you still. 

“Hey, stop that! You’re gonna mess it up” he whines, tickling the arch of your foot on purpose this time. 

You twist away from him, jumping up from the couch to go finish your makeup. There’s two hours until you need to head out for the party and the two of you are still lounging around in your towels. It’s about time you pick up the pace anyway. 

“I don’t have time for this. Some of us have to get ready.” 

Catching you by the arm, he carefully pulls you down onto his lap, peppering kisses all over your face. You resist at first but quickly give up the act, relaxing into his arms to soak up the love he so openly pours into you. “Jackson, I’ll never get dressed if you keep this up.”

Running a hand down to your thigh, he gently rubs it, taking in the beauty of your figure as he does so. “Who says I want you to get dressed?” he asks, the sexy rasp of his voice tickling your cheek. You let out an almost weightless moan at the sensation of his lips skimming your jawline. You rest your hands on his bare chest, feeling it rise and fall with each breath, lean muscles flexing beneath your touch.  “Aah, baby, we don’t, mmm, have time for this right now. If I don’t look perfect for this—” 

Jackson tilts his head up, gazing into your eyes, “Don’t say that, you always look perfect.” 

“To you because you love me but…” you sigh, shoulders dropping under the weight of self doubt, “Jackson, I have to look good so at least it seems like I’ve done something to deserve to be there with all those talented people. With you”. 

Jackson sits back on the couch, his brow scrunching at a statement he couldn’t disagree with more. “What are you talking about? You are ‘talented people’. The songs you helped me write are beautiful”. 

“What if no one else thinks so? What if the album drops and everyone hates them? What if…I’m just not good enough?”

“Baby, look at me” he begs, scooping your cheeks into his hands, “You are more than good enough. Don’t you ever question that. You’re here with me because you’re the best of the fucking best, because…”

He clears his throat, choking back the sentimental side of him that has him wanting to tear up. You see it anyway, the moisture across his irises that make them shimmer like raindrops catching sunlight. 

“I doubt myself too,” he confesses, “I fear the future, worry if what I’m doing is enough, but as long as I have an amazing woman who loves me like you do I know it must be.” 

“Why are you trying to make me cry?” you pout, sniffling back tears of your own. 

“No, it’s not that, baby. I just want you to know how special you are and that we’re in this together. You belong here.”

His lips meet yours in a quick, sweet kiss. “You belong anywhere you want to be.” The next kiss lasts longer, your lips parting to welcome his. “And I will literally fight anyone who makes you feel any different.”

You giggle but Jackson doesn’t. He’s a softie but he’s cutthroat when it comes to protecting you. 

“You’re so cute when you’re serious.”

“Hmm? Just cute?” he asks, kissing you with everything he has.

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he lifts you from the couch, his tongue refusing to leave the fluffy warmth of your cheeks. You shake your head, shivering as the air from the open window blows gently against your now exposed core. “More than cute. Really, really fucking hot.” 

Jackson lays you back on the couch, spreading your legs to slip in between them. “Now who’s being the cute one?” he teases, draping one of your legs over the back of the couch. His right hand moves between the two of you, tracing all the finer details of your pussy. Your slick folds, so soft against his fingertips. Your stiffening clit, twitching as he circles it. Your dripping entrance that clenches at his presence, growing wetter the deeper he kisses you.

“Mmm, I think she wants some attention, baby” he coos, fingers pushing into you, “Can I taste her?” 

Your head falls back against the arm of the couch, eyes fluttering closed as he works his fingers deep into your core. “Yes, please” you moan, nails faintly scraping his shoulders as he ventures down your body. Pushing your towel away, he takes his time massaging your plush figure, praising your form, soothing your worries.

When his head dips between your legs, he kisses your soft inner thigh until his breath’s warming your core. Jackson’s eyes flick up to you, watching all the pretty faces you make as he teases the ridges of your walls. “Oh my god!” you cry, hips lifting from the cushion as he purses his lips around your clit, suckling at the bud with the perfect amount of pressure.

Jackson locks an arm over your waist, gripping your belly as he pins you back down. “Don’t run from me, baby. How am I gonna make you feel good if you can’t keep still?” 

You grab onto the cushion beneath you, pleading with your body to cooperate but she writhes and arches against his hold, simply refusing to listen. Your walls clamp around his fingers, threatening to push them out, but Jackson only sinks them in deeper, your wetness audible as his soaked wrist comes flush against your slit.

“Jackson…” you moan, glancing between your legs to find his face almost completely buried in your pussy. "Hmm?” he hums, staring back at you with those puppy dog eyes you always melt for. Slipping his fingers out, he drives his tongue into you, slurping your juices down, grateful to taste more of you. 

All you’ve done leading up to tonight is live in your head—stressing, worrying, doubting yourself. The pressure of it all was unbearable but gradually it lifts. With every curve of Jackson’s tongue, a sense of euphoria flows through your body, washing away anything that makes you question the woman that you are.

Jackson needs you, can’t get enough of you. Your body. Your spirit. Your mind. This is what you deserve, to lay back and be pleasured, juices flowing down his throat with not a single thing for you to worry yourself about. Nothing except the pulsing in your core, the pressure building inside of you gradually, letting you bask in each level of intensity before being pushed to another.

“Jackson, mmm, close” you moan and Jackson lets go of your belly, reaching up to hold your hand. Your stomach muscles contract at the return of his fingers. There’s more this time, you aren’t even sure how many, but they’re stretching you so wonderfully, hitting your sweet spot every single time.

“Go ahead, baby. Come for me. Let it all go” Jackson coos, dragging his tongue up your clit. 

Seeing the love in his eyes, the passion, how badly he wants to please you, sends you crashing over the edge. You hold onto his hand, fingers interlaced with his, and ride out your high, letting your body move as it wishes. Jackson keeps dipping his fingers in and out of you, tongue flicking your clit, until you’ve come back down.

“You feel better, baby?” he asks, resting his head on a thigh more comfy than any pillow.

“Mmhmm” you answer between shallow breaths, “I feel wonderful.”

Jackson smiles, leaving a wet kiss on your other thigh, “We don’t have to go tonight, you know? Not if you don’t want to.”

“Actually, I…I wanna go.”

“Oh? Really?” he asks, equal parts shocked and curious about your newfound excitement for tonight. You sit up to pet his cheek, guiding him on top of you. You feel so safe under the weight of him, comforted by the arms now caging you into your little dip in the couch. 

“You believe in me so much, Jackson.” 

“I do.” 

“So, I guess it can’t hurt for me to try to believe in myself a little.” 

Jackson kisses you on the forehead, the nose, the lips. “And never fear the future. Whatever happens, I've got your back. I’ll do anything for you, you know that?" He shifts between your legs and you feel the head of his cock brush your clit. You bring him in for another kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Ya know, I might not wanna skip the party but it’s okay if we’re a little late, isn’t it?”

“Anything” he whispers, hips rocking against you, “For you.”

[number-onekidqueen]

heyy !! i hope ur doing well (: can you write a luke x gn!reader where they are chubbier and short and luke Lovess the height x size difference but they thinks like making fun of them but in reality he’s just teasing ): they open up to him about past issues regarding that and he comforts them and says he’ll protect them ): maybe a bit of protective!luke

𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐲?

Luke castellan x gn!chubbier!shorter reader

Summary: Luke loves to talk about all your physical differences and how you still fit together perfectly. But you have a few bad memories. 

Anon, I am sooooo sorry this took so long, I've had a mad case of writer's block lately, and I no time. It's kinda short and sweet (if you get what I mean *wink*) but I hope this is what you were picturing, and that you enjoy <3

warnings: mentions of fatphobia, mentions of insecurity, panic, teasing.

“Hey shawty!” 

Immediately, you stiffened. Even if you recognised the voice as one you trusted - Luke, your boyfriend of nearly a year, who you loved dearly - the nickname still made you feel cold all over. But Luke didn't mean the nickname in that way, you were sure.

Right?

You didn't have much time to ponder it however as a warm hand materialised around your waist, pulling you into him. You let the sandwich you had been making for lunch settle onto the table, freeing your arms so you could reciprocate his embrace, although rather stiffly.

"How you been?" He murmured into your hair, while he peppered kisses on your scalp. And then he noticed. He pulled away from you, still gripping your shoulders but gazing at you with concern. "What's wrong?"

You decided to drop it. He wouldn't have meant it that way. Even if your boyfriend before had, Luke wouldn't do something like that. "Nothing," you replied, forcing a smile, "you just caught me by surprise is all."

There was a pause in which he scanned your face, searching for signs you weren't telling the truth. He still appeared wary, but he seemed to let it slide for the moment, scooping up your sandwich plate and tugging you along to his table. Loud greetings hooted about, as his fellow Hermes siblings noted his and your appearance.

Your suspicions were confirmed as you sat, after saying hello to everyone, when he clasped his hand in yours, resting it on his knee. This was something he always did when you were feeling overwhelmed or sad, to reassure you that he was always there. He hadn't been convinced by your facade then. Damn.

Beginning to eat your sandwich, you were wincing at the near-stale texture of the bread, and how hard and dry it was in your mouth. Chiron must be running on his last few loaves and forgot to get extra supplies. You were glad for the distraction of Chris, who was always happy to explain his schemes with grand theatrics, and hand gestures that often tipped over glasses. That and Luke's wild laughter from beside you got you through the unpleasant meal.

"-and you won't believe what happened next, and even though it is coming from me, it was pretty damn impressive-"

"Ok man, I'm gonna interrupt your yap session right there while I can. Anyone getting seconds?" Luke asked, holding up his own plate.

"No dude, I'm sooooooo full, how are you not?" Chris groaned, laughing.

"He didn't steal my bag of jerky, Rodriguez!" Someone down the table accused.

"Hey, that was in the middle of the cabin floor, it was fair game!-"

"I'll have some," you volunteered, turning to Luke, and accepting his hand to help you rise from the benches.

"See, lucky I can be a big back with them!" He laughed, walking away with you and back to the table filled with food.

You weren't hungry anymore, at all. Every delicious, hot meal on the table that had tantalised you only moments before now seemed like soggy sticks. Luke had mentioned stuff about your body twice now, in such a short period. You were sure he meant it now. He must be just like your ex in that respect, even if he had treated you better. He felt the same as your ex had done. Even after all this time, your body wasn't good enough- you weren't good enough-

"Hey, you can't decide? Try the macaroni, I just had a bit and oh my Gods-"

"Uh- I don't really feel too hungry anymore." You said awkwardly, gulping down your insecurity.

"Ok," he said slowly, and there was his brown eyes again, deep and full of questioning. "Are you sure everything's okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, it's all fine just... not hungry." You smiled weakly, praying he would drop it as he did earlier. Your stomach rumbling punctuated the silence. He frowned at you, second helping forgotten and pulled you to the side of the dining pavilion, near some dense bushes where you wouldn't be seen.

"Hey. Please tell me what's going on," he begged, squeezing your hand. When you looked in his eyes, you knew you were a goner. You cracked.

"Do you still- like-like- do you still like me?" you mumbled, gazing down at your feet.

"What do you mean?" He asked, confused, "Y/N, I love you, so yeah, of course I still like you."

“I- just- I- I know you didn’t mean any harm and I know you only meant to tease, but it just reminds me of my ex sometimes.”

"Wait, what? What does?" He urged, pulling you closer.

"Just the... you know, like little comments- it's just-it's kinda like the stuff he used to say that hurt my feelings."

He pulled away from you, face hardening. 

“What did he say to you?”

“It was nothing, just he commented on my weight constantly and how much shorter I was than him and sometimes- look it doesn't really matter. It's just that the 'hey shawty' and 'big back' and all that, it shouldn't, it's stupid of me, but it reminds me of him... and like, I know it was a mistake dating a guy that was older in the first place, but the biggest mistake I made was letting him say the stuff he said."

"Don't you dare call yourself stupid," he began sternly, "because if anyone here is, it's me. My gods, baby, I'm so sorry I said stuff like that, it was just a joke or a little pet name to me, I-I didn't know it reminded you of that-ugh, if I had known I would've bleached my mouth out."

You laughed a little, and his face brightened.

"You know I don't wanna be anything like him, right? Man, if he was here I might have a hard time stopping from doing something to him, what a dick."

Laughing again, you nodded, smiling at him.

"And, you know you're also perfect right? Like who cares if you're shorter or a different shape to me? That's what makes you, like you, and I love you for all of it."

He kissed you swiftly, sweetly. It was warm, and you were both smiling through it. He was Luke, not your crusty ex that had broken contact the minute he got accepted to college. And he would always love you for who you were, you were sure of that now.

He broke apart, your noses brushing. "I love you," he whispered, each syllable falling softly on your upper lip.

"I love you too," you whispered back. He backed away reluctantly, holding your hands in both of his tightly.

"Ok, let's get you some macaroni now, because I'm not kidding when I say that it hits-"

And you let him lead you back to the chaotic normality of camp, with all of the delicious food and comforting people you loved.

[philokaliist]

'Lovely'

Clarisse La Rue x Chubby!Fem!Reader hc's

A/N:ILYYY & more hc's soon 💞

So I feel like Clarisse would totally have this tough exterior, but deep down, she's a total softie for her girlfriend, like AHAHSHDH, who would've thought?

I feel like she would always deny being all mushy, but secretly, she's the kind of person who low-key gets jealous if someone else talks to her girl.Like, "Back off, she's mine!" vibes,you know?

She deff calls you names, like "mama/mamas" or "dummy" but in a playful way.

I feel like Clarisse would totally drag her girl into training sessions, being all like, "We gotta stay sharp,mamas. Can't have you getting soft on me." But deep down, it's just an excuse to spend more time together.

But imagine Clarisse getting protective during Capture the Flag.Like, she's a total beast on the battlefield, and if anyone even thinks about targeting her chubby girlfriend, they better watch out. "Touch her, and you'll regret it, losers."

She deff calls you... "Her Battle Buddy" or something like that. I mean, come on, it's Clarisse – everything is a battle, even love.

She deff has a secret stash of cute couple photos in her cabin, but she'll flat-out deny it if anyone asks. "What? No way. That's not mine." But like, you catch her looking at them when she thinks no one's around.

I feel like Clarisse would totally surprise her girl with handmade weapons, pretending like it's just another day. "Yeah, I was bored, so I made you this dagger. Don't get all sappy about it."

Honestly,I feel like she would have this thing where she insists on being the big spoon, but she'd grumble about it like, "Ugh, fine. You're lucky I even like holding you." But secretly, she loves it.

I feel like Clarisse would totally get all flustered if someone teased her about her girlfriend, but she'd cover it up with her tough-girl act. "Shut up! She's not that great. Stop looking at me like that."

OMG, she'd be the first to defend her girl,like if someone makes a comment about her weight, Clarisse would go full-on rage mode. "Say that again, and I'll make sure you regret it for the rest of your life!" And she'd obviously kick their ass into next week.

She deff has a special spot by the campfire where she and her girlfriend hang out, but she'd deny having a "spot." "We just sit here 'cause it's not too crowded. It's not a spot or anything."

I feel like Clarisse would totally steal her girl's hoodies and act like it's just because she's cold. "You got too many of these things, might as well put 'em to good use." But deep down, she loves the scent of her on the hoodie.

OMG, she'd have this signature eye-roll whenever someone tries to give relationship advice. "Please, I've got this under control. I don't need your sappy wisdom." But secretly, she low-key appreciates the advice.

She deff has a playlist of love songs hidden away, but if anyone finds out, she'd be like, "What? No way, those songs just happened to be on when I was training!" But you catch her humming them sometimes.

I feel like Clarisse would totally take her girl on surprise late-night walks around camp, acting like it's just to check on security. "Gotta make sure no monsters are sneaking in." But really, it's just about spending time together.

DHSKDJ, imagine Clarisse accidentally leaving little notes with cheesy messages around her girlfriend's bunk. "Just happened to drop this here. Don't read too much into it." But she secretly hopes her girl finds and appreciates them.

She definitely uses you as weigh when training and shows off how strong she is and if you tell her you think you're too heavy for her she'd be all like "Shut up,idiot!You're a lightweight comparing to what I usually lift!" But she'd secretly try to make you feel better about yourself.

She 100% uses your chest or your thighs as pillows when sleeping,and she enjoys wrapping her arms around your waist and stomach.It gives her a nice feeling and she would get all pissy in the morning if you left during the night or moved away.She just loves her hugs and cuddles! Besides,you'd be her fav pillow.

A/N:Honestly I feel like Clarisse would deff be like 'the bigger,the better' and she'd love you no matter what size you are 🥹

[speciouspessimism]

sorry to interrupt regular broadcasting but as the pjo tv show continues and the cast expands, can we please have a fat person

[woodle-isbae]

It's just rivalry

Jackson marchetti x male!black!reader

Warning: smut , Hand job , kinda hate sex , Dom reader?, two pretty boys just doing pretty boy things ❗️

A/N : I won't be proof reading most of my stuff UNLESS I plan on writing a fic , so this one isn't proof read either 😍

You and Jackson were known to be rivals , academically and athletically. Always doing something more than the other to look better.

What everyone didn't know , is that you guys casually hookup. After each competition you both attend , you guys dissapear of to Jackson's house.

The click of the door locking set you off , pouncing on him and attacking him with you lips , kissing him and down his jaw

"We need to be more-ah- quiet this time , my moms nearly found out last time."

Ignoring his words you continued your attack on his skin , removing both yalls shirts , giving you more access. Your hand diving down into his pants , stroking his clothed erection.

"Shit-wait , that's not fair."

"I don't play fair Marchetti , you know that."

He threw his head back , groaning at the sensation of your fingers, one hand in your curly hair and the other gripping the sheets of the bed beneath him

"Fuck..I need to see you."

Removing his pants and boxers along with yours , both of you equality exposed and aroused. Continuing your feverish kisses while you jerked him off faster , taking in the sounds he was making

"If you continue..I'm gonna -oh shitt- cum."

His please falling onto deaf ears , smirking against his lips before you halted your movements just as he was about to make a mess

"Wouldn't be fair if your the only one cumming now is it?"

"Ironic."

You scoffed at his words and moved closer to him , grabbing his hand and placing it on your aching cock , letting him get a few pumps in before doing the same to him.

"Yeah..just like thatt-ahh- good."

Minutes go past and your both ready to burst , hands moving faster and your lips barely closed as your groans and grunts filled the room

"Oh shitt, I'm gonna-fuuckk"

"Yeah? Oh fuck yesss"

Your orgasm shared as you came all over eachother , coating your hands and abdomen , letting go of eachother to kiss one last time before cleaning up.

"I won the competition tonight and lasted longer than you ,,, your really off your game tonight"

"Oh shut the fuck up"

[dream-in-seoul]

Kpop men I am certain like bigger girls/ don't care about body type:

Prefer chub:

Namjoon

Jackson Wang

Mingi

San

Bangchan

Minho (Shinee) - no receipts, he's just giving off that vibe

Changbin

Body type is not important:

Yoongi

Jongho

Seonghwa

Yeosang

Jackson Wang (putting him here again because he literally said it, he's also in the first category because he seems to look when there's a fluffier girl)

Maybes:

Yunho (but I think he likes his partners to be shorter, I suspect a size kink)

Hongjoong

Wooyoung

Seokjin

(This is just for fun, don't take it seriously. Add yours in the comments and reblogs. Any fat phobic comments will be deleted and you will get blocked)

[squeeblub]

after lots of thinking (becoming the mayor of yapsville in discord vc w bro until we came to a consensus), i need to speak my truth.

solangelo is more fun if will is codependent and lowk a stalker

[foxpierrot]

Nico di Angelo supremacy !!! (Thinking about his design 🫡) last time I drew him I was 16 yo or so aaaa. These are so bad please don’t judge me 🙏🏽

[michaelsfavgirl]

Oh, he wanna be with a chubby girl soooo bad!