#chubby. which is the only thing that makes me look slightly less like i have tits. not that i have a lot to begin with

[schadenfreudich]

18 year olds are also just getting younger, huh?

[wallflowergirl2006]

Forced Heat [Fem Chubby Bunny Reader] {Smut + Fluff}

Image from Pinterest by: Ti✦na

CW: Breeding

Not Proofread

You're a bunny hybrid, the last of your kind and through the time in imprisonment in this laboratory you were cautious of everything that did. The food they gave you, the stares, the tests. Everything freaked you out. It took a long while for you to get used to your new living conditions. The scientist in charge made sure to give you a habitat that suited to your needs instead of putting you in a cell since you were the last of your species so they made sure to take extra special care of you. So why did they think to pair you with a predator species? That was the last thing you wanted and apparently he felt the same way. “Why am I paired up with this inferior creature?” The wolf hybrid snarled at the scientist. You could only frown at his harsh words. His words stung just because you were a prey species doesn’t mean you are less important than the predators. “We are trying to see if you two are compatible Matias. Don’t make this any harder than it has to be.” One of the scientists warned him. Matias huffs in annoyance as he stares at you.

He sits down on the opposite of you in the tiny cell they put both of you in. “So what’s special that they had to pair me up with a small and chubby thing like you?” Matias said as he scrutinized you harshly. “Beats me.. I don’t want to be here any more than you do so please can we get this done.” You tried extending an olive branch to him. “Fine but we somehow are compatible enough to be mates. I don't want to hear any complaints from you.” Matias said with harsh glare. “So what’s your name, little bunny?” “[Y/N], My name is [Y/N]..” You told him with an unreadable expression. “[Y/N]” He took a second to digest the information. “It seems to fit you nicely. Yeah, I like that name.” Matias said as his lips slightly twitched upwards. Your eyes raked over his body. He was fit and lean, he didn’t have too much muscle which was good but he also had a lot of scars. “I’m guessing you're a warrior? Judging from your scars.” You asked him with curiosity. His gaze seemed to harden once you spoke about his scars. Your eyes widen in slight panic from his reaction. Matias then let out a sigh. “Yes, I was one of the warriors of my clan. All my scars came from different battles.” He informed you. As he starts to ramble about his scars you choose to get closer to him. He continued to talk and talk until you made it to the other side and sat beside him.

You then grabbed his hand and when you did that seemed to grab his attention. You pressed soft kisses to his scarred hand. You could feel him tense up but he didn’t pull his hand away. A soft ding noise echoed through the room. The scientists then entered the room with clipboards in hand. “Congrats you two. You both are compatible to be mates.” One of the male scientists with a sly smirk. Matias wrapped an arm around your plush waist signaling the male scientist to watch his words. “Alright, I see you're already getting protective of her.” He said with a chuckle. “Alright, guards take them back to their rooms.” The other scientist called for the guards.As the guards escorted both you and Matias back to your room you gave him a small reassuring smile. He saw it and couldn’t help but smile back. 

As time went on the scientist found that you and Matias were the best fit for each well and mostly because once two hybrids mate they won’t be compatible with anyone else. So one day they decided to do a specific test only with you and not Matias. “It’s just some medicine [Y/N] relax.” The scientist said in a reassuring tone as she held up a syringe. Although it didn’t look like medicine, you'd rather obey than go without dinner again. So you lifted your arm and let them stick the needle inside of you. They injected  the “medicine” and it didn’t seem to take effect immediately you sighed thankfully. You were free to go back to your room but as you were escorted back to your room you couldn’t help but feel your body heat up.

Whatever they gave you it made you go into your heat faster than anticipated so you were humping anything you got your hands on.. Anything to make the aching feeling in your cunt go away but nothing seemed to be working.  You whined in pain as you humped the pillow that was drenched in your slick. “Get her mate, we have enough data and she looks like she needs him.” One of the scientists told the guards. Soon you heard the door to your habitat open and you saw your mate and he looked beyond worried. “Pumpkin, I’m so sorry.. Here let me help you.” Matias said as he unzipped his pants and freed his cock. He took the pillow away from you and flipped you onto your back. He positions you into a mating press as he aligns his cock into your dripping sex. He hissed as he pushed himself into you. You could only groan as you wrapped your legs around him to pull him in deeper. Once fully inside you he started at a slow pace but then gradually sped up. “Gonna give you some pups but first gotta take care of my baby.” He cooed as he kissed your soft plump cheek. “God my baby is so perfect..” Matias whined as he felt you clench around him. “Focus on my cock honey, focus on how it fills you nicely and perfectly.” He encouraged you as he thrusted roughly instead of you causing you to cry out in pleasure. The sound of other hybrids in contaminate cheered Matias on as he continued to help you with your forced heat cycle.

Matias feels you tighten around him, he bites back a groan and he thrusts one last time before he paints your walls white, he orgasm triggers your own and you moan out his name as you creamed around his knotted cock. You start to whine as you feel the base of his cock start to swell inside of you. ”I know.. I know sweetheart this is just to help you a little bit more.” He reassured you as he nuzzled his face into your hair as he inhaled your sweet scent. Your body trembles as it slowly gets used to the stretch. After a few mins Matias’s knot swells down and he pulls out of you. You sighed in content as you felt his strong arms wrap around your chubby body. You felt him rub his hand over your chubby tummy. “Can’t wait to see your belly swell up with our pups.” He said affectionately as looked into your eyes. “I’ll protect you and our babies. I promise my love.” He said as he pressed his lips against yours. “I love you” He whispers against your lips.

Image from Pinterest by: Grafik Dizayn

[lonelystczennie]

Babysitting

San x Reader

Summary: San helps you babysit for the day, and let's a little secret slip.

Word count: 600+

Warnings: mentions of having kids, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I'm not the best at writing about kids, so I'm sorry if this isn't quite what you wanted.💙

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Requests are open

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When San came to pick you up for your lunch date, he thought it was slightly odd when you didn't answer the door right away, usually you tackled him in a hug before the bell had even finished ringing.

He considered ringing again, only to stop short when you opened the door, met by the surprising sight of you holding a baby who couldn’t be more than six months old.

“Did I miss something?” He asked, confused.

“No, this is Haru.” You explained. “My friend's babysitter canceled at the last minute, so I offered to look after her for the afternoon.” You adjusted your hold on the squirming infant. “I’m sorry, I should’ve called you earlier to reschedule, but it all happened so suddenly.”

“It's okay, we don’t have to reschedule.” He assured you, leaning down to stroke one of Haru’s chubby cheeks, instantly charmed. “Do you want some help?”

"Really?"

"Yeah, I like kids." He shrugged, cooing at Haru and making her giggle.

“Then yes, please.” You said, letting him in.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of feedings, nappy changes and trying your best to keep Haru content and happy, which turned out to be more of a challenge than you had expected.

You had been trying to put her down for a nap, but she was not having it, becoming increasingly agitated and crying.

“I don’t know what I'm doing wrong.” You lamented, almost in tears yourself at her distress.

“Can I try?” He asked, holding his hands out for the infant.

You passed her to him, watching warily as he tucked her against his chest, bouncing slightly as he walked round the room with her. In less than a minute, she had quieted, already beginning to doze in his arms.

“Why does she only stop crying when you hold her?” You asked, watching him in disbelief.

“She’s just got good taste.” He said, stopping when he caught your expression. “I didn’t mean it like that. I meant-”

“I know, it’s fine,” You assured him. “I just…”

You didn’t finish the thought, pressing your lips into tight line, but he could read the worry in your eyes.

“You’re doing a good job, babies are just finicky sometimes.” He reassured you, thinking back to his own experiences looking after kids. “Don’t worry, it’ll be different with our kids.”

“Our what?” You looked up at him questioningly.

He froze again, eyes widening slightly as he realized his slip.

“I was just.. speaking hypothetically.” He said, unconvincingly, but you decided to let it go for the being, letting him bounce away from you again with Haru.

Later, after he'd managed to get her down for her nap and the two of you finally got to sit down together for a very late lunch, you brought up his earlier comment.

“So, you’ve thought about us having kids?” You asked, watching him carefully.

“I, uh… a little.” He admitted, glancing over at you nervously. “Is that bad?”

“No, it just surprised me a little.” You said. “I didn’t realize you thought about things like that for us.”

“I don’t, I mean, not really." He explained, trying to cover for himself. "It’s just one of those things that happens as a passing thought, you know?”

“Yeah, okay.” You said, grinning at his slightly flustered state.

“And it’s not like I wanna have them right now,” He insisted. “Just… maybe someday.”

"Maybe someday." You echoed.

It was quiet for a minute as you ate, before you decided to press him again.

“So how many do we have?”

“Three.” He answered immediately.

“Aha!" You exclaimed.

"What?!"

"It sounds like you've thought it about more than just a little!” You giggled, making him whine.

"Don't laugh at me!" He said defensively. “You asked me a question, what am I supposed to do, lie?”

“It’s cute though!” You said, still giggling.

At that moment, Haru decided to announce that she had woken up, crying loudly.

“I’ll go!” San said, jumping up quickly before you could say anymore.

You let him go, deciding you’d wait till after your friend had collected Haru to tell him how you'd thought about it too.

[ageravena]

You know what, the Fairly OddParents fandom has been quite tame. Let's spice things up a little bit.

Doesn't anybody else get that silly feeling when you see fanart of Peri being like a father to Dev, like... where's the rest of you 😍? Don't be shy, show us where Dale is. Or are you too scared? (I wouldn't blame you, I was too at first)

Small warning: this post includes slight swearing and many brain-numbing headcanons. I'm not responsible for any mental anguish you may experience

I would like to quickly apologize to the 6 people shipping Peri with Dale. I thought I was the only one but it seems like I've finally found my people. Anyways, back to the topic.

Now that you're here, I may as well show some more art of these two goobers +some silly headcanons. These are my AUed* versions of the two in my odd semi-realistic style that I completely ditch whenever I don't have the patience to draw faces (I often suck at drawing them. No wonder all my OCs are furries)

Note: him being slightly chubby and him having mobility issues are both headcanons I have shamelessly borrowed from others in the fandom. Also am I the only one who thinks Peri WOULDN'T be 6 ft tall? In the series he's like 5 apples tall, so wouldn't it make sense for him to be a bit short?

Note: there's like a bunch of lore explaining the reason why Dale looks so fucked up in my version. I scarred him for life, oopsie! But at least he has Peri now who "forces" him to go to therapy 😍. I may need to make a seperate post where I only talk about him and his past if I have the motivation.

I know a lot of you don't even know the pain of trying to convert a stylized character into a realistic style and still making them look good and kinda recognizable. I envy you who have less realistic art styles.

*And yes, I did say AU. More specifically I'm talking about the "Missionaries of Eden AU" (by me). I'm not gonna go into detail now, but basically it's a semi-biblical and more serious take on FOP, where the fairies are angels, anti-fairies are demons and pixies... I think they can stay as pixies, or maybe they're ghosts, bees? (There's a lot of things I still need to figure out) Their tasks are to work as missionaries on the planets of Eden (planets where life exists). There's a bunch of other lore (some of which I've explained on my casual/personal account on Instagram), but it's best I leave it for another time.

Btw: if you've seen me talk about a "Below the Stars AU", "Bible AU", "Ager DLC" or something else, it's all just the same thing. I just had a hard time coming up with a good name for it lol.

Also speaking of which, I have another post coming up (hopefully) where I explain my reasons for shipping Peri and Dale. It can honestly, out of context, seem like a toxic yaoi crack ship, but believe it or not but I managed to make it the opposite; plausible AND healthy. I want to enlighten you all plus I really want to yap about them.

It feels super funny to ship such a underrated ship. I'm used to shipping semi-popular ships, so to now be all alone feels kinda fun! They have so much potential and so few are seeing the vision?? Though to be fair I'm also glad it's not that famous lmao.

Ps. Ignore the fact I haven't posted anything here for at least half-a-year. All my mutuals are on Instagram, so I don't have a need to post here, though now I've decided to dedicate this account to hyperfixation slop so maybe you'll be hearing from me much sooner.

Ps. Ps. I currently have a 22-page-long google doc filled with lore and info about almost everything I've thought of for the AU, but it's 80% in Finnish so sharing it is useless.

Man, I love writing unnecessary long posts knowing I'm the only one reading them❤️😍 though if you HAVE gotten this far, here's a little treat:

My body refuses to draw Dale in his original outfit. I like to pretend Peri helped him change a bit (most notably taking off his goddamn shoes, though they do have some lore that I've created. GGHHRRAAA EVERYTHING HAS LORE ATTACHED TO IT GRRRR). Also Dev isn't actually grumpy, he just likes to act tough.

My art style looks probably so inconsistent❤️

[narrators-journal]

Grass is greener

Okay! So, I only did the barest of skims on Feitan’s wiki as a refresher for this, and then just wung the rest off of memory. So, this might be a bit hit or miss on characterization, but I hope it’s still a good read. It came a lot easier than I thought it would, probably just because I think it’s funny to imagine someone as cruel and blood thirsty as Feitan being domestic, and maybe a little bitter about how, deep down, he’s okay with that, or enjoys it. Either way! I knocked it out p quick, and I hope you have fun reading it like I did writing it.

It felt like only a few years back, Feitan Portor had been a name that was feared across the country. His sadism had been a nightmare for just about everybody, good or bad, acquaintance, friend, or enemy. There had only been one other person who seemed to have the spine to challenge his reputation, and he’d ended up marrying that person. Together, the two had became a whole new source of fear for people.

In reality, though, that had been at least sixteen years ago now. Nowadays, the most blood the ravenette saw came from the steaks he’d order rare on date nights. The most torture he got to inflict came whenever he got the chance to teach his sixteen-year-old daughter his tactics, or on those few, rare times the two of you were able to get a full night completely free of your trio of children. Most of his day-to-day, though, was packed with far less exciting things. Parent-teacher meetings, cleaning, debates on whether or not his second youngest would be a headache or not.

God, I miss the spiders… He thought as he plucked the mushrooms out of his toddler son’s chubby hands before he could ‘stealthily’ swap it for more marshmallows. I’d even welcome Uvogin into my life again. Or, maybe I can talk Phinks into letting me torment him. Lord knows he makes enough jokes to deserve it. “Papa, papa, papa!” His hyperactive daughter chanted at the same time with a jumbo-sized box of colorful, sugary cereal held up to try and distract him from her baby brother. “Put it back, you don’t need it.” He sighed with barely a glance offered to the girl as he put his hand protectively back on the mushrooms in the cart. “But I want it!” “No.” “But I want it.” “No.” “But I want it.” She insisted stubbornly, and Feitan took a moment to ‘think’ before he responded to that one with a flat, “No.” Which, got him a very pissed off look from the little girl and a snort from his eldest daughter.

Thankfully, you returned from the depths of the store at that point, quick to snatch away the cereal and plop it back onto the store shelf. “Leave your father, and the mushrooms, alone. You guys already have sweets and cereal in the cart.” You reminded, and shut the conversation down with a swiftness. Which, made the ravenette glare at you while he watched you unclip the toddler’s child harness from his belt so that you could pick the little boy up an ease that made him smile slightly behind his face mask.

After all, of course a squirmy, mushroom-hating tot was nothing for you. If you were able to pin and go toe-to-toe with Feitan, a miniature version of you surely weighed less than a ten pound bag of rice. Maybe that’s why you have such an easier time at this than I do. He thought at you with a hint of bitterness in his own internal voice. Though, whether that came from his restlessness, or the bit of jealousy that seemed to permanently linger, even after your marriage. Though, at the same time that Feitan wished ill upon you for the sheer enjoyment of it, his attraction to you grew stronger.

How could it not? He knew how strong you were, and it was a thrill to see you use that strength to carry one of his children so easily. It proved to the ravenette that you could still fight him if you wanted, and he very much wanted to fight. “-tan? Hey, hun.” Your words abruptly flopped onto the train tracks of his thoughts to drag the pale man back to reality. Back to the commercially scented aisles of the shop and the cookies that you held out to him. “Can you go put this back and retrieve the mushrooms?” “Right.” He muttered, his mood curbed by the triumphant giggle of his second oldest child as he went back to find the mushrooms once again and return the cookies.

On the bright side, He told himself as he passed chips, dips, and bread loaves, When the spiders do finally reconvene, I’ll have at least one daughter trained in my ways. Maybe both of them if it takes long enough. I’m sure Chrollo would be very happy with that. As if Feitan would actually let his children follow the morbid life path you and him went down. Despite being a sadist, he wasn’t a Zoldyck. He wasn’t so morally bankrupt to wish his children the same difficulties he has had to deal with.

Feitan was a bit restless and unaccustomed to the domesticity of family life, yes. But, it still brought him joy to find his family in the maze of shop aisles and hear his younger daughter lisp indignantly, “But you don’t thtop her from buying candy!” “That’s because your sister’s buying that stuff with her own money, and she’s not fighting me on mushrooms.” You pointed out, before the teenage copy of himself stage whispered, “I’m also the favorite.” to relish in yours and her sister’s denial of that fact.

It wasn’t as good as the fear Feitan used to induce in people, but at least he could find joy in the knowledge that his children could be just as mean as him.

[alittlepudge-neverhurtnobody]

kinktober #28

Plagued 🐀 / Movie(/TV) Star 🎥

echo is back from hiatus @athl0chunk  is it just me or is does ben get bigger with every season of bake-off | trella 💃 @howlatthemoonpie i think its every episode at this point lol

til-u-wobble 🔁 shhhyoudidntseeme

[Two images of Bake-Off judges Ben Kenobi and Satine Kryze on set in the iconic tent. The first image is several years old; the tent’s pastel banners indicate that it’s from the first series. Here, Ben and Satine both smile as they pose in front of a baking station. Satine is a tall, slender white woman with a wavy blonde updo who is wearing a dark teal dress and jade jewellery. Ben, a white man whose dark blonde hair and beard verge on ginger, is slightly taller and wears fitted dark jeans and a charcoal-grey sweater with a blue chambray collar popping out at the neckline. He is slender but for a slight paunch around his middle. In the second image, they stand in a similar pose, though this time they’re smiling at each other, rather than the camera. Satine looks largely the same, while Ben is much, much heavier. His smile emphasises his round cheeks, and his double chin is just visible beneath his beard. He wears a dark green sweater and his jeans are of a similar wash to the first picture. His clothes fit him well and don’t attempt to hide his plump belly and thick hips. One chubby arm rests around Satine’s shoulders. He’s too round for his other arm to sit flat against his side. The purple of Satine’s dress is just visible behind Ben’s bulk, as if she has her hand in his back pocket.]

#omg he got enormous 😍 #you’re so fat (affectionate) but to ben kenobi specifically

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cheezitenjoyer 🔁 plumpeachpear

plumpeachpear:

SWISS ROLLS …….. ben walks into the tent looking like THAT and they’re going to look these 12 innocent people in the eye and tell them to make SWISS ROLLS???

#oh amidala we’re really in it now

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unduly persecuted for my correct opinions @lumixnara well i WAS going to have a nice evening watching bakeoff with mum but NOW i guess i will have to walk into the sea ….!

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kallie 💖💛💙  @springform_pan  putting this out there now: the ship name for ben and satine should be #cremepatandchill | Rafa Martez @cheetochopsticks  omfg yes

h/c dumpster denizen 🌈 @bikewheels2thicc  i can’t believe Anakin hasn’t made a Big Ben joke yet?? low hanging fruit and he DUCKED

norra 👽 @ignorra_me  not me learning to bake so my man will look like that 😩

Roo Page @pageroo  omg they are sooooo married #cremepatandchill | Roo Page @pageroo  the bickering!!! the Looks!!! @bakeoff my little banter-loving heart is so happy #bakeoff🧁 | Roo Page @pageroo omg and it turns into a little cupcake when you use the hashtag 😭 ADORABLE

sinning📍super hell @my_assive_mass  ok i cannot be the only one thirsting over ben kenobi’s tight shirts tho … that popped button has me WET | sinning📍super hell @my_assive_mass  yes i logged into my horny alt to tweet this WHAT OF IT

✨ Sugi ✨ @SoSugiSays  i just want ben kenobi to raw me while i shove pastries into his mouth is that too much to ask | ✨ Sugi ✨ @SoSugiSays  cannot express how deeply i hope that they never make ben kenobi do one of those reading thirst tweets interviews bc the things i have twote about that man … i am not seeing heaven … | farrah @my_onaconda_dont  NO because i just know he would get so red and flustered :>

time-to-size-up ​​🔁 stretchmarks-r-us

[An image of Barriss Offee standing at her Bake-Off station. She is wearing a white T-shirt, a light brown apron, and a black hijab. She is squinting at the sheet of paper holding the technical challenge instructions, which she is holding less than a centimetre from her face.]

#me and the girls analyzing every gifset of ben kenobi for The Jiggle™ 

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Dr. Pudge @bibfortuna normal people at 2am: sleeping me at 2am: so you can actually tell that he’s gaining weight during the season by looking at how in s5e1, his sweater is smooth/unrumpled, but by s5e6 there’s a lump over his belly where the button has come undone under his sweater. in this essay i w

borkus (derogatory) @jaspermcknives  ben kenobi looks like he eats all the bakes himself and honestly i love that for him. we stan a fat king

kiera 🦢 @dimple_simp  OH MY GOD DID HE BURST A BUTTON ASFJDLASFLKJFA;S | thot cross buns @karinathegreat  look at satine lOOK AT SATINE

peli @pelicantweet yeah i’m into GBBO G ben’s Gut B ursting B uttons O ff

vintage lesbian @kallmeklaya oh satine is not beating the little freak allegations this week

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Fat Bucky Truther @letta_turmond oh that chair is a choice he is STRUGGLING … 😳🥵 ben my man it is time to size up

poggle the lesser @pillsburythighrolls  SO THEY??? CHOSE??? NOT TO EDIT THIS OUT??!!? LIKE?!?! THIS IS NOT LIVE TV?!?!?! | jinx 🏳️‍⚧️ (xe/xir) @peach_gobbler  they did that for us 😭😔✊ | poggle the lesser @pillsburythighrolls THANK U POST TEAM WE ARE EATING TODAY | jinx 🏳️‍⚧️ (xe/xir) @peach_gobbler  yeah and SO IS HE

Jen June 🏳️‍🌈🌌 she/her @thefatkosmos  the bake-off chair thing isn’t funny, it’s fatphobic. if your show is backed by a massive international streaming giant, you have no business not providing your stars with furniture they can safely and comfortably use, never mind FIT IN. 🧵 1/?

eleni @vanillaxxxxtract  a short recap of tonight’s bake-off episode 🙈: 💁🏼‍♀️💁🏼‍♂️🖋🍩👩🏾‍🍳📏🥐👨🏼‍🍳🎪🥮🧑🏽‍🍳👱🏻‍♀️👨🏻‍🦰🪑💥🙇🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♂️🌟👩🏾‍🍳😅😰😱😳🤯🥵😵 | eleni @vanillaxxxxtract  yes the end of that is me having a horny meltdown what about it you can’t stop me from living + livetweeting my extremely trashy truth

thelovehandlehandler 🔁 slurpin-and-glurpin

ratsummer:

satine. bestie. i love you and i need you to know from the bottom of my heart that everyone watching bbc2 rn knows exactly what your kinks are

#EVERYONE WATCHING BBC2!?! EVERYONE WITH NETFLIX GIRLIE #WE CAN ALL SEE YOU!!!

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korkie @korkryze guys can you please make it through ONE episode of bakeoff without getting weird about my aunt

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jedi mind trix [she/they] @beatrixbaking omg they literally got him like a giant reinforced chair holy shit  | siri @hey_siri AND HE’S STILL OVERFLOWING IT

projectguttenberg 🔁burpsmakemeblush

onlyalittlevanilla:

Ok but I actually do want to talk about Ben Kenobi from GBBO bc I think it’s cool that they don’t really treat/shoot/talk about him differently even though he’s gained weight. I can count on one hand the number of fat people I’ve seen on TV who tick all of the “actually fat not just Hollywood fat,” “well-dressed and respected and not treated as a slob,” and “considered to be at least generally handsome by the narrative” boxes at once. And it’s so refreshing to (a) see a celebrity chef who actually looks like they eat/enjoy food and (b) see a fat person get to talk about and eat and enjoy food on TV without it being stigmatized somehow! If I had to guess I’d put him around 350-ish lbs (~158 kg or 25 st for my non-USAmerican followers) and that just feels REVOLUTIONARY for mainstream TV! If he were in a sitcom he would get pigeonholed into some stupid weight loss storyline like that poor beautiful girl from that other show and here in the tent he just gets to be an expert in his craft and have insane chemistry with his costar who obviously thinks he’s the hottest thing since sliced bread and I LOVE IT. 

#YEAH LIKE #im gonna need whoevers running bakeoff right now to start doing every other genre of television #put fat people in everything and LET THEM BE HOT

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doublechinsforthewin 🔁projectguttenberg

onlyalittlevanilla:

Ok but I actually do want to talk about Ben Kenobi from GBBO bc I think it’s cool that they don’t really treat/shoot/talk about him differently even though he’s gained weight. I can count on one hand the number of fat people I’ve seen on TV who tick all of the “actually fat not just Hollywood fat,” “well-dressed and respected and not treated as a slob,” and “considered to be at least generally handsome by the narrative” boxes at once. If I had to guess I’d put him around 350-ish lbs (~158 kg or 25 st for my non-USAmerican followers) and that just feels REVOLUTIONARY for mainstream TV! If he were in a sitcom he would get pigeonholed into some stupid weight loss storyline like that poor beautiful girl from that other show and here in the tent he just gets to be an expert in his craft and have insane chemistry with his costar who obviously thinks he’s the hottest thing since sliced bread and I LOVE IT. 

doublechinsforthewin:

NOT TO MENTION that how refreshing it is to (a) see a celebrity chef who actually looks like they eat/enjoy food and (b) see a fat person get to talk about and eat and enjoy food on tv without it being stigmatized somehow?? And idk it just gets me that they have clearly made accommodations for him (ie chair, more fans during hot weather, fiddly stuff on edges got rearranged after he bumped into Jocasta’s jar of flour) rather than having him lose weight or something. His contract must be absolutely insane but clearly someone is fighting for him and I love when you can kind of see it bleed through from behind the scenes

#like it means so much to me #as a very fat person who also bakes for a living #my personal headcanon is that satine is his pit bull for stuff like this but obviously i have no proof lol

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Jen June 🏳️‍🌈🌌 she/her @thefatkosmos okay, you know what, they did ok with this. they listened, took accountability, and got the man a decent chair. good for them.  | Jen June 🏳️‍🌈🌌 she/her @thefatkosmos  the bake-off chair thing isn’t funny, it’s fatphobic. if your show is backed by a massive transatlantic company AND a streaming giant, you have no business not providing your stars with furniture they can safely and comfortably use, never mind FIT IN. 🧵 1/? | Jen June 🏳️‍🌈🌌 she/her @thefatkosmos should it have taken a whole ass twitter debacle instead of like. literally anyone on set clocking that his chair was too small? PROBABLY NOT, but. yanno. hollywood 🙃

d0ugh-duchess 🔁 dontjuststandthere-bustanut

[An image of Ben Kenobi and Satine Kryze on the set of Bake-Off, discussing who will win Star Baker and who will be eliminated this week. Satine, a thin, blonde, white woman, sits in a delicate white chair with curly armrests at a round table draped in a robin’s egg blue tablecloth. Ben, a fat white man with strawberry-blond hair and a beard, sits across the table from her in a much sturdier-looking white chair without armrests. Between them are the four remaining contestants’ bakes from today’s challenges. Satine’s chair is pulled in close to the table, and her elbows rest on the tabletop, but Ben sits back in his chair, his ample belly filling his lap.]

#ngl i kinda miss the eps where he was still trying to fit into that teeny little lawn chair 😅 #listen im a simple woman with simple needs and mainstream media fulfills NONE OF THEM #pls don’t drag me for this that’s why i put in the tags #god can’t see it if you put it in the tags!

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The Great British Bake-Off RPF

No Archive Warnings Apply, Obi-Wan “Ben” Kenobi/Satine Kryze, Obi-Wan “Ben” Kenobi, Satine Kryze, Weight Gain, Light Angst, Belly Kink, Belly Rubs, Feeding Kink, Hand Feeding, Fluff, Established Relationship, Body Worship, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Stuffing, Cuddling & Snuggling, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, (feedist version), Burping, Hiccups, fat Ben Kenobi, like he’s FAT fat, you have been warned, dom!Satine Kryze, making that a tag, i just think she’d like to be in charge!, the author’s barely disguised numbers kink, no beta we die like ben’s chair

After the chair fiasco, Satine wants to see how much bigger Ben can get before the season is over.

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toastwithextrabutter 🔁 thebstandsforbbw

thequeerfeedress:

me seeing “gay representation” on tv: thats not me

me seeing sat!ne kr¥ze quietly lose her shit on gbbo every week: shes just like me fr

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obiroundkenobi 🔁 himboswithhiccups

[A photoset of six screencaps from series 5 of Bake-Off. The photoset is captioned “Satine Kryze gracefully white-knuckling her way through feedist hell 1/???” Top left: Satine and Ben Kenobi listen as Kit Fisto describes his signature bake. Ben’s big belly rests on the counter of Fisto’s baking station. Satine looks perfectly normal except that she is clutching a rolling pin for literally no reason. Top right: Ben cutting himself a sizable second slice of Barriss Offee’s pineapple upside-down cake with his free hand resting on the plump curve of his belly. Satine, just visible behind him, is smiling with her mouth while her eyes do a thousand-yard stare. Middle left: Ben smiles good-naturedly as he brushes powdered sugar from near the hemline of his sweater and accidentally reveals a sliver of the bottom curve of his belly, straining against the pale blue button-down he’s wearing underneath. Satine is all the way across the tent, but she’s looking at him nonetheless. Middle right: Satine and Ben sitting across from each other at the judges’ table after the showstopper, mid-conversation. Ben is very clearly too big for the little white garden chairs but is valiantly wedged in despite the fact that the armrests are basically lost in his side rolls and his hips are so wide that they’re overflowing the seat. Ben is carefully leaning forward to pull a plate toward him, while Satine holds a knife and fork and has cut the petit four on her plate into about eighteen pieces. Bottom left: Ben with his eyes closed in pleasure after taking a bite from one of Steela Gerrera’s signature hazelnut-cardamom creme brulees. Satine is looking on perfectly affably, but host Anakin Skywalker is looking at her with one eyebrow pointedly raised. Bottom right: Ben and Satine sit at the judges’ table, a split second before that really obvious cut. Ben is spilling out of his little garden chair and his face shows a look of slightly panicked surprise. Satine is just starting to jump up from her own chair, one hand thrown out toward Ben like a life raft. The fingers of both her hands are splayed wide, and although it’s not verified by the episode’s subtitles or closed captions, her mouth forms a word that looks a lot like “Fuck!”] 

#god is she dying up there i would be dying #shoutout to satine kryze for living out all of our kinkiest dreams #we love you queen #bakeoff #creme pat and chill

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chouxpersizeme 🔁 thickfrosting

thickfrosting: 

god i hope they just. let bakeoff keep (d)evolving into a feedist wonderland afjalskdfj. last week: wildly obvious camouflage bc ben popped a button on air. this week: unsubtle cut bc bens chair (?!?) broke (?!?!?!?!) when he sat down. next week: satine rubs bens belly and he burps onscreen. during the final they reenact The Cake Scene from matilda. lets keep this going for the love of god this is the most alive ive felt in months 

#RIGHT THOUGH I FEEL INSANE #feels like watching yuri on ice as it was airing #us every week: THEY DON’T MEAN- THEY CAN’T- THEY’RE NOT GONNA -??!??! #yoi creators every week: lmao fucking WATCH US #looks meaningfully at netflix #WELL??? ARE YOU GONNA?!?!

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[moon-alight]

Could you do a fuma x chubby reader? slightly smut? only if you are comfortable!

Yes, hello! :) Sorry for the wait. I hope you like it. I'm chubby myself so I like doing things like these. Justice for us thick girls.

Also, this is my 69th post. . . I had to.

Masterlist

Your Curves - &Team Fuma

Synopsis: You're overweight (Whether a lot or a bit, whatever you like) and Fuma loves all your edges and curves.

Warnings: slight smut (whatever that means), fluff!!!!, chubby reader, talk about weight and bodyfat, Fuma being adorable, bodyworship, bit of self-fat shaming, talk about body dysmorphia, It's not very smutty, just a little. . .

Word Count: 1225

It wasn't hard to love your body when your boyfriend was so accepting in the way you look. He would never tell you this straight but he loves your curves more than anything. And you know that.

You're currently scrolling on tiktok while walking into the kitchen of the dorms to get yourself a glass of water. It is surprisingly quiet today since most of the guys had gone off to some theme park.

You scroll down another video when the familiar song fills your ears.

Get yourself to the Butterfly Lounge, find yourself a big lady Big boy, come on around and they'll be calling you baby

A beautiful bigger girl appears on your screen and you wonder, just for a moment, how you absolutely love her body but don't like yours that's so similar to it. Maybe it's a mind-trick and humans are supposed to hate their bodies.

You lean against the kitchen counter and click on the sound to see many more beautiful plus-sized women but also some skinny girls using the sound just because they don't want to be left out or something. Your confidence fades the longer you scroll.

There's not many plus-sized girls in the long run. Most girls using this sound are skinny but have body-dysmorphia. If only you had that, then you would've looked better at least. . .

"Hey darl--" Fuma stops when he hears the same sound being played from your phone, over and over and over again. He frowns and studies your face. You look down, sad, maybe a bit disappointed.

He can't have that.

He walks over and starts humming along to the song. When you replay it, he sings along and puts his hands on your waist before pulling you closer. You chuckle at his impulsive action.

"What are you doing?" You ask, holding onto his shoulders so you don't fall by the sudden pull he had just done.

"The song said, 'find yourself a big lady'. So I did." Fuma replies, simply. You stare at him, the insecurity returns and he sees it in the way your hands slide from his shoulders and your smile fades a little. "There's nothing wrong with being bigger."

"Then why do so many people make me feel bad?" You ask back. If there is really nothing wrong with it, why are there so many people fat shaming you constantly? Make it make sense.

"Because they have nothing better to do." Fuma tells you. "I love that you're bigger, there's just more of you which means more to love." You can't stop the smile from reappearing on your face. "And it suits you."

"You're telling me I'm supposed to look like this?" You ask, not being able to believe your boyfriend just yet.

"I do." He agrees, kissing your lips before going to the fridge and taking out some grapes.

"I'm very heavy though." You remind him. He rolls his eyes, manages to pick you up anyways and puts you down on the kitchen counter.

"Weight doesn't matter." Fuma says, standing between your legs and stroking your thighs with his hands. "Someone can look really, really slim but could weigh a lot because bone density or muscle mass or unhealthy food, and then someone could look really big but could weigh less so numbers don't really matter."

"I look big and I weigh a lot."

"That's why I'm going to the gym, baby." He tells you, offering you a grape which you take. "So I can lift you anyway." He winks and takes a glass, fills it with water and hands it to you. "So, what's the problem here?" At this point you can't disagree anymore.

"Fine. . . I'm beautiful and perfect and amazing." Fuma smiles at you.

"That's it." He boops your nose and wraps his arms around you. You place the glass of water down on the counter next to you and wrap your own arms around him. You suddenly feel him squeeze your sides.

"What are you doing?" You ask, a giggle leaves your lips at the ticklish feeling.

"Squashing my teddy bear."

"Alright, that's my thirteenth reason." You joke and push him away from you.

"Are you kidding me?" Fuma asks, crossing his arms over his chest. "How dare you push me away?"

"You called me a teddy bear!"

"Because you are!" Fuma says. You roll your eyes. "Hey! I know you didn't just roll your eyes at me."

"What if I did."

"Don't provoke me." Fuma warns but you're curious where this goes so you go on.

"I definitely rolled my eyes at you. . . and I'd do it again." Fuma gasps dramatically and walks towards you, he places his hands on either side of your legs on the counter, his gaze is sharp.

"Last chance, care to take that back?" You stare at him and shake your head. "My teddy bear is being very mean right now."

"Stop calling me teddy bear." You whine out, pouting a little.

"Have you forgotten you look like one?" He asks back. "I could also call you munchkin but that seems even worse." You chuckle.

"Are you done?" You ask, he looks at you.

"I haven't even started." He leans up and kisses you. What was supposed to be just a normal kiss became a bit more heated and before you knew it, you were making out in the kitchen. He reaches to take off your shirt but you're hesitant once again. "Are you kidding? Princess?"

"I'm sorry." You look down. "What if you don't like me?" Fuma has a very annoyed look in his face.

"You know, I thought you were much smarter." He says.

"I have stretchmarks--"

"Tiger stripes." He corrects you.

"Cellulite--"

"Beauty scars."

"I--" You stare at him, you try to look for a thing that would put him off because that's what you had to hear all your life. "Fat."

"Extra squash."

"jiggling arms and legs, I got stomach rolls."

"Personal squishies."

"Damnit, Fuma." You breathe out, defeatedly.

"What do you think will happen when you take your shirt off?" He asks, seriously.

"Maybe you'd get disgusted or not like me anymore."

"Baby, it's more likely for me to die from a heart attack." He looks you up and down. "Or from happiness." You push him playfully and smile at him. Maybe it were his words or maybe it was a heat-of-the-moment thing but you take the fabric of your shirt and pull it off of you.

Fuma stares at you, his eyes take in your body. You watch as a smile makes its way on his face, he bites his bottom lip. "Fuck." He breathes out. You see his cheeks redden.

"Can I touch you?" He asks, making grabby hands to you. You laugh and nod. He leans up, kissing your lips once more as his hands roam over your chest. His fingers glide over your stretchmarks. He traces each and every one of them on both sides of your hips. You suddenly hear him giggle. You frown.

"Are you okay?"

"No." He giggles again, like a school girl. "I'm in Heaven." You can't believe how you've gotten so lucky. "Don't you dare ever hide yourself from me again."

"I won't." You promise. He smiles and pecks your lips. "Now, I can die in peace if I have to."

"Oh my God!"

[sensei-venus]

Mike Barnes/Chubby!Reader Headcanons

(I literally have so much of this shit- I have a whole story line and everything- I have addiction to Mike Barnes) (Unedited)( @gemini-sensei )

•Mike met his wife in the early 90s, his karate career was slowly fading after the championship, Silver basically helped to tarnish his name in the media and karate world after not helping him succeed in taking down Daniel LaRusso. Life wasn’t going his way by a long shot and he was pissed about it. He spent most of his days clubbing, living it up as much as he could. It was rough.

•They met by complete accident, a huge misunderstanding. Mike was almost completely plastered in the middle of the night. The club he was at kicked him out and he was strolling around, to drunk out of his mind to get behind the wheel. He came across a shitty dinner, big neon lights, dim lights inside, place smelled like twenty years of cigarette smoke. Of course he went in to get the most nasty grease filled burger they had. It helped clear his head or a moment. When something or more like someone was pushed into his booth right on top of him, he was both stunned and pissed, his brain dizzy from the liquid from earlier.

•At first he was going to go off, cuss the person out and then beat their ass for getting in his space. That flew out the window when his eyes focused and he was meet with cleavage right in his face. Big breasts where directly in front of his face, inches away from having his nose buried in tits. Thick thighs where pushed against him.

“I’m so sorry!”

Laugher was heard from behind her, two roughed up guys laughed loudly while pointing at her. Even in his drunk state Mike knew that the women had been pushed into his booth.

•After that a drunken fight followed but surprisingly Mike wasn’t kicked out, the two assholes where. He went back to eating when the women who had been pushed into him came up. She was a bit shy but straight forward when it came to trying to apologize for falling on him. He got a better look at her and he suddenly wasn’t all that mad about it.

“Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

“Sit with me.”

It was the most simple and probably “un-Barnes” thing to say and do, but the words just came out. She flushed a little in her chubby cheeks before sitting down on the other side of the booth. They chatted for a few hours even after Mike was done eating.

•After that it because a habit of his, get slightly less drunk then that night and then head over to the dinner. Weekends turned into week days, that turned into months. He quickly became infatuated with the chubby girl who frequented the dinner during late nights. He always looked out for her. He started to try and court her not long after. Their relationship slowly grew into something more as time went on.

•He took notes on everything she said, about her life and job, her hobbies. He tried to learn everything he could about her. She was very open which only fueled his growing love for her. She was extremely sweet and kind but could also put her foot down while was also a plus. And man was her laugh was intoxicating. Maybe that’s why by month five of knowing her he stopped going to the clubs to get wasted and then going to see her. He wanted a clear mind when going to talk to her.

•She learned pretty early on about his karate past and his career. He was surprised when she didn’t have any unkind words about it or suddenly became a grupie. She actually thought it was pretty cool and made him show her some of his moves. He smirked at her the first time they went on the mat together. He talked her into letting him teach her a few moves for fun, if only felt better when she put up one hell of a fight on the mat. But of course he was more experienced and got the upper hand, pinning her to the mat. At first he thought she would cry or pout about it, but when she laughed at him he couldn’t help but smile at her.

•A year later they where officially dating and it was the best decision he had ever made. The brewing hate for his past karate career was fading, turning back into love for the art. But it was only because of his girlfriends constant pushing to revaluate his feelings on the matter. The bonding he did with her on the mat only solidified the love he had for the art and his love for her, karate was forever going to be apart of him, it was up to him if he was going to let the bad past of it haunt him and ruin what it had going for his life now.

•About three years later, into the mid 90s, he finally popped the question and married her. The wedding was small but lush. They spent their time together wisely, in each other’s arms. Later that same year he found himself under the wing of a top furniture king of LA. He learned about the furniture trade inside and out, the the actual making to the wear house to the show floor. His wife would later work by his side, the two of them being in the top level of the furniture game. His boss even letting him open his own building.

•Life was good for a while. Rough patches happened family wise, his love for his wife never dying and hers for him. But time went on and there family didn’t grow, not as much as they wanted it too. His wife was devastated for the rest of the 90s, Barnes was the only one keeping her together, his own heart breaking. During the early 2000s is when all of that changed, a stroke of luck as he would put it later on. Their family grew within a year. Life was great.

-of course 2018 started to happen and things started to get interesting for him once again-

[the-meowing-snake]

I love how people think it's always easy to lose weight. I have issues with ADHD (maybe Autism) im the way that I don't have the energy to do jackshit and don't like going outside much (slightly depressive?), especially in the heat. I gained weight. I will have to start to work out and due to my body clinging on to fat it will be easy to gain weight from muscles but hard to lose weight by losing fat.

And my partner comes from a family that had money issues for years, sometimes they had food until the 10th of the month and afterwards, well have fun. He is overweight and gained quite some weight in the last two years. Even if he only eats like 500 kcal per day (which is way too little, it's actually actively starving yourself) and walking a lot on the job (which is also painful for him so... Yay) and having a fuck ton of muscles over and under his fat he gains weight. "Just eat less and do more sports" he literally barely ate something for some time and gained weight. He can not walk much without his feet hurting, the more he walks the more it travels up until his knees, back, and head hurt. Doing sports with a lot of weight is hard. Fuck off with your "just can do it, if you don't lose weight you just don't want it enough to do something about it" ideology and educate yourself before you speak.

If you don't know how hard (or even impossible) it is to lose weight then don't talk about it.

Shut up, full stop. I don't wanna hear about your "I gained 10 pounds when I got broken up with but I started going outside and even 5 minutes of walking a day made a difference so it only took me two months before I was back to my weight without doing any sports. I know you can lose your 100 pounds just as easy, just try it". You don't know how it feels and how hard it is. You don't know how disheartening it is and how much of your motivation disappears when you just try to do easy exercise and feel like dying after 10 minutes bc you're fat and it's hard and it's hot and I don't have any strength left and I just wanna be able to do this one thing without looking like I just ran a marathon and it will take me a month until I won't die from easy exercise.

I don't say thin people who want to gain weight but struggle with it don't have it hard. I feel for you. But I'm so fed up with thin people whining about having gained 10 pounds and how they need to get rid of it or how easy you lost your weight when I just stand there having trouble to exist in this world. It's so much and I can't do it and I don't even have the energy to make myself 2 meals a day, do you really think I can just will my fat away? It's hard and I just want to cut it off and I broke down multiple times bc I was a chubby teen and due to ADHD and depression I gained weight and I gained weight and I gained weight and I'm fat (not a bad word) and I can't get it off and I'm just tired of fighting against it, especially since it's a losing fight. But I don't have the money to buy myself new clothes all the time and there aren't many possibilities to buy clothes for bigger people and it's expensive as fuck and I just don't want to have to deal with all the issues that come with being fat. I want to cut my fucking fat away bc it causes me to feel bad most of the time and you laugh basically saying it's my own fault and it's easy to lose weight.

Shut up.

Nobody wants to hear the shit coming out of your mouth.

Get a heart and a brain and think for a moment. Maybe you'll change your mind then.

You know I wish fatphobia was less pervasive. Even among people who consider themself as progressive, it's rampant. So quick reminder. No it's actually not easy to stop being fat, and it sucks that we are treated differently for something we really can't control. Shaming a fat person for being fat, and shaming them for not having the "willpower" to become skinny- is bigotry. And if all you talk to fat people about is weight loss and dieting- congratulations! You're being a dick! Stop.

[foxartoria]

cute stuff

H4: Complexes – Pt.1 Artoria

They have been living together for a month, but only now recently started sharing a room. Firstly they couldn't because they were shy, then because Louis was being teased, and then... Artoria turned in front of the mirror, remembering her father's words that she needed to tighten her stomach with something, otherwise all men would run away from her if she undressed. Ironically, she somehow got married. She sighed heavily and looked at her body in the mirror again. Without several layers of skirts, large sleeves, but just in underwear. A bit chubby.

Artoria turned sideways, noticing a small tummy and a few stretch marks on her thighs. This body was clearly not the limit of dreams, and sooner or later, when she and Louis had sex, she would no longer be able to hide herself under her nightgown.

Turning away from the mirror, she took out a shirt and skirt with a kind of corset that was tied around her stomach from the wardrobe. When the shirt was pulled tight around her chest, Artoria wanted not to leave the room at all. Why couldn't you just wave your hand to remove all unnecessary things. However, she couldn't eat less at all anymore. When she lived at her parents' house, it was easy, but now with Louis... He immediately noticed all this and began to ask questions about how she felt. If she tried to lie that she was feeling unwell, then the question of the doctor immediately arose. In general, it's a vicious circle.

The skirt, which was held on the stomach, had a number of advantages, but also a lot of disadvantages. The main advantage was that she could tighten the lacing tighter so that what should not be visible could not be seen. Disadvantage... It was painful to sit and it was so hard to breathe. Artoria looked at herself in the mirror with a sigh, Now that her body was hidden and shackled by layers of clothing, it was also better, right? Absorbed in her own thoughts, she did not notice at all how she was approached from behind. Artoria noticed only when the lacing on the corset began to loosen that she shuddered and turned around. There was no reproach or condemnation in Louis' eyes, just an unspoken question.

— You know, it seems to me that a person who feels comfortable and confident is much more attractive than an opinion imposed by someone, — Louis completely loosened the corset, lowering the skirt a little lower so that it does not press on her stomach. — And you know... ladies with rounder shapes have always seemed more attractive to me than skinny ones.

Artoria looked at him with a little disbelief in her eyes, blushing slightly because of the situation. When Louis also realized that he had actually untied his wife's skirt, a slight blush appeared on his cheeks.

— I understand that it's hard for you, but, — he carefully tied the lace, making sure that it did not press on her stomach. — I want you to be healthy. By the way, I made waffles and added a little more honey, you like when it is sweeter.

Louis kissed her chastely on the forehead and nodded towards the waffles that were on the table with the tea. Indeed, why worry about a little extra weight when it's comfortable, and injure your health with a hunger strike... Artoria smiled and, standing on tiptoe, gave the man a short kiss on the nose. She was definitely lucky to have him as her husband.

— Thanks... For the waffles and for your existence.

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

currently thinking abt slightly yandere nanami's obsession with a youtuber who cooks/bakes. he found out about you while trying to find a new recipe to try, he ends up watching one of your videos on youtube.

he's hooked immediately. not only are you sweet and adorable, your recipes are delicious. he consistently looks forward to your uploads. you've managed to worm your way into his routine

(gonna make this chubby reader bc im self indulgent) his heart beats a lil faster every time you say your intro, it feels like your talking to him. his eyes roam your curvy body. your soft tummy and arms, and he wants to kiss your soft, round cheeks.

aaddfghlflfl i just-

SQUEEEEEEEEE GOD but let's be real, Nanami would do this even if he wasn't yandere 🤧💕 ok we're gonna do chubby reader bc i have THOUGHTS

CW: mainly fluff, a lil bit of smut, brief mentions of ppl bullying reader on the internet

• Can you imagine it? Nanami seeming like this cool, uninterested guy on the surface but he's secretly a fanboy aldjoajd

• He's watched ALL your videos, yes even the first ones where your camera was shit and you were doing tutorials on simple foods like mac n cheese and cookies

• The first thing he notices is yours looks (obviously), your round cheeks and pudgy arms, even your small chubby hands 💕

• You look so soft, so plush and warm. He imagines that it would feel like heaven to rest his head in your lap, your fingers combing through his hair after a long grueling workday

�� But your looks aren't the only thing that draws him in: nonono, you are just so bubbly and cute and sweet in your videos and he knows that part of it is just a persona but he thinks you'd be even sweeter in real life, especially if you were gifting him a plate of cookies, especially if he held the door open for you and helped you carry your groceries 💕

• He watches your videos to destress, to relax at night and on the weekends, a glass of wine in hand and a small tray of snack foods

• He can't stop himself from smiling when he watches you. He loves the closeups of your hands, still so pretty and delicate despite being covered in dough and flour

• He wishes he could kiss each of your fingers, your palm, your wrist, moving up your arm, savoring your cheery giggles before he reached your plush lips and kissed you gently

• He's almost certain the two of you will never meet in real life, but he still daydreams about it, about making meals together and sharing kisses and licking off the drop of whipped cream on your cheek

• He always feels guilty when his thoughts about you turn sexual: you're not even doing anything sexual! You're just being cute and perfect and sharing a recipe for apple fritters

• But his mind always wanders when you lean forward and he gets a peek down your shirt, when you lick white frosting from your fingers, when you take a bite of the final dish and moan—

• He's jerked off to your videos before (which he's also ashamed of). It's usually the ones where you show more skin than usual, when you put on makeup, or when your commentary is full of unintentional double entendres ("goodness, this is bigger than I thought it'd be", "geez, I'm gonna need to use both hands for this", i don't know if I can fit this whole thing [bite] into my mouth, but I'm gonna try!", "oh my god, it's so thick", "don't force it in all at once, ya gotta be patient and gentle")

• Your voice is just so soothing, sweet, honey dripped words gracing his ear followed by a soft moan when you taste test it; how could he not masturbate to you when you're so tempting??

• He always feels guilty afterwards, but he does feel a bit less stressed which is nice

• He's such a white knight in your comments it's fuckin CRINGEY!!!

• Some troll will show up and be a dick, saying that you'd lose a lot of weight if you stopped your cooking show or how you'd be so much cuter if you were skinny (which?? Bby, its so obvious you're just mad you can't fuck me, like JESUS go take a NAP 🤧)

• Nanami sees these comments and his vision goes RED

• How dare they?? Who could ever say such mean things about you? You're literally perfect, who do they think they are 😡

• He's reporting comments left and right and has gotten into one too many arguments with these nimrods to the point where he has to just stop looking at comments bc he just gets too heated

• He decides to just leave nice encouraging comments to combat the mean ones bc let's be honest, you're so much better than these haters and they're not worth any of your time

• The first time you liked one of his encouraging comments he almost had a heart attack sksksksk

• Had to sit down with his hand on his chest for a full five minutes

• He thinks he can die happy now that you've noticed him, nothing could ever top this 🤧

• Well... that's what he thinks until a certain someone becomes his new neighbor and introduce themselves, greeting him with homemade banana bread 😳🥺💕

[writingfool001]

Yknow how some people's love languages are gift giving or physical affection and so on, what about a reader whos love language is biting 🤔

Hear me out, I searched it up and its called 'cute aggression' where you feel that urge to like bite stuff when you see someone/something cute lol

Thats honestly all I have, Would love to have a gender neutral reader with the octavinelle dorm members pls!! ☆

I'm sorry anon, I went on little tangents throughout this.

Whenever you would hang out, you would bite part of your fist during the time you two spent together and see him being adorable. They notice this and think you can’t stand him or won’t say something. They keep a mental tally of how many times you do that in their presence.

Eventually, they ask about your habit of biting your fist and if it was because he irritates or has done something to offend you.  You finally explain to him that you have cute aggression and have a need to bite something or someone when you see something cute, which results in you biting your fist to the point of having scars on your hands or biting the inside of your mouth.

Azul:

This precious insecure bean.

This boy...He is scared...only a little. He is relieved that you don’t find his presence irritating and tries to help find alternative things to bite while having flashbacks to the twins when they were younger.

You surprised him when you lightly bite his shoulder in private, he’s flustered and was very close to rushing to his octopot if you weren’t holding him. He tells you you’re only allowed to do that in private because he has a reputation to maintain and, if either of the twins saw, he wouldn’t hear the end of it. After that, if anyone saw him changing his shirt, they would see bite marks.

Don’t get me started on him being in his merman form. You nearly lose it, and the inside of your mouth is slightly bleeding when you see him hide in his octopot or Jade showing you the picture from the museum. His mother fueled your habit when she showed you photos of him growing up, which she refuses to let Azul mess with. While you and his mother gushed over younger him, he was just in the corner as his stepfather pat his back in comfort.

Overall, he will let you bite him in private because it’s how you show love and hopefully your bite is less severe as the twins’. He would kiss all your bite scars on your hands in rivate when you two are having a tender moment cuddling, resulting in you biting his ear. You basically put him out of commission whenever you would bit a sensitive area for him.

Jade:

He is surprised, you show your love through biting. How interesting, he chuckles and kisses you cheek, nibbling on it a bit. He would ask you more about your cute aggression. You both will occasionally give each other little bites, your bites tickle Jade while Jade will poke the skin lightly.

If you have chubby cheeks, he will lightly bite the when you two are in private. Sometime when you two are in private, biting matches happen and both of you have made each other bleed a bit.

You listen while he goes on gushing about the different types of mushrooms that he found and some that he keeps in his terrariums. He chuckles when he sees you bite your fist and continues to tell you about all the different types. You accidentally bit a cute mushroom he had, you were on cloud nine for a bit and Jade enjoyed every minute of it. He just makes sure you don’t have a repeat of that again.

I don’t know about you all, but I find Jade and his mushrooms obsession adorable. I mean look at this cutie who could kill me.

He would probably test how strong your bite is without breaking any of your teeth or else Azul would have you heads. If you come across something cute, Jade would stop you from biting yourself too much and wouldn’t surprise you accidentally bit his hand.

His mother also shows off his pictures to you and by the end of the day, he just retorts asking when he’ll see your baby photos.

Deadass, probably joke about getting you a chew toy.

Floyd:

Oh, Shrimpy was showing me love? He would demand you to praise him as whenever he does something you find cute.

The chaos you released, Floyd would just join in on giving loving nips or bits. Both parties will be covered in bite marks and sometimes it gets out of hand. Azul and Jade have both lectured you two about your bite fights.

The difference in jaw strength and teeth play a factor. Depending on how your teeth are and how sharp, Floyd is completely down with you, being the reason why he’s bleeding. In private, you bite in areas that won’t affect him too much like his upper arm. If you come across something cute, Floyd will let you bite him or some sort of candy he seems to carry that day.

In case of his mom showing, you pictures of him, he would just brag and accept all the compliments or praise you would say about how cute he was when he was younger.

Deadass, probably joke about getting you a chew toy.

[dreamingofaizawa]

Good Kitty

Shouta Aizawa x Chubby! Kitty Hybrid! Fem! Reader

***18+ Fic***

If you are under the age of 18, leave. Thank you.

Warnings: Kitty hybrid reader, smut, fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink (?), reader has insecurities, Shouta is soft and lowkey feral?, chubby kink (sorta), reader has a heat for the first time, barely implied virginity loss, a touch of dacryphilia

Word Count: 2.4 k

Author’s Note: This is inspired by @cupcake-rogue ’s fic Not Allowed on the Bed. I got permission to use it as inspo so here we are! Tbh the orignal had me feeling all sorts of feelings because, as a very subby sub that loves to please, I definitely have a praise kink and I WILL CRY if I’m called a bad girl. HOWEVER, Katsuki being the rough-around-the-edges guy he is wanting reader regardless of size made me very happy and warm and fuzzy. 

The premise with this is pretty much the same, except I made reader a kitty hybrid...and of course I wrote for Shouta, love of my life he is. I’m such a fucking simp. I’m not the biggest fan of the ending, but this has been sitting in my WIPs for too damn long and it’s decent enough for me to feel ok posting it.

Also, for reference, reader has black fur regardless of hair color. Reader could be blonde, but still have black ears and tail. That’s just the way I’ve chosen to write this for some reason, don’t ask me why, I’m weird like that. 

I think this is the first time I’ve written for a hybrid, so cut me a little slack.

Anywho, enjoy~

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You can’t remember life outside the shelter. You’d grown up here, the caretakers said they’d found you on the street as a nearly newborn kitten and immediately scooped you up and brought you back here. That was a long time ago. Now you sit, waiting, your hopes for getting adopted diminishing with every passing day.

It’s unfortunate, but you still haven’t been adopted. It’s not that you’re bad, you always behave, you make sure you do. But you’ve overheard time and time again the people that gazed down at you and whispered about how you were too chunky, too big and too squishy for a kitty hybrid. And some even called you bad luck. The pitch black fur on your ears and tail warded off many.

Today was just the same as any other day. Wake up, get fed, wait in your room while potential owners pick and choose not you. Adults and children alike would take chunks out of their time to play with you, but they all left the shelter with another smaller cat. It was nearing bed time now, dinner just finished and the caretakers were about to start closing when the little bell on the front door jingled. Someone had just come in. You ignored it all the same.

Two pairs of footsteps began making their way past rooms, whoever it was that had entered smelled good, like coffee and tree bark. A smooth hum accompanied the caretaker’s voice, it made your ears twitch and tail sway gently. Still, you decided to just curl up in bed and try to sleep. The chance of him adopting you was slim, if it existed at all.

As you lay there your ears pick up their footsteps, the lazy set that dragged familiar, the nearly silent set less so. You listened as they came closer, never stopping as the man strode past each room and peered in the windows. You waited for them to pass right by your room, as they had been, but suddenly the footsteps halted. The caretaker spoke first.

“Y/n? You awake?” You let your eyes flutter open and sat up, tucking your legs under you and sitting up straight. They asked the man if he wanted to go in and see you, and he gave a simple nod. When he entered you finally looked up at him. The first thing you noticed were his eyes, tired and bloodshot with dark circles beneath them, a deep scar curved under his right eye. His long black hair fell around his shoulders, swaying lightly with every measured step he took toward you.

He stopped right in front of you, a large hand stretching out and you give it a small sniff before nudging your head into it, letting him pet your hair and scratch at the base of your ears. It felt nice to be getting attention like this. A small purr sounded in your chest, your tail gently swishing behind you.

“How long have you been here?” His voice is deep and calm, tired even, but it sounds so welcoming. It’s so soothing to your sensitive ears, like a warm blanket. You give a small hum before answering.

“A long time. I don’t remember anything outside this place.” At that he raised an eyebrow, turning to the caretaker with a questioning look.

“Most people look for...specific traits in the cat hybrids. Y/n here is well behaved, a perfect house kitty really,” you purred a bit at the praise, “But she’s a little larger than most. And her black fur wards off the more superstitious.” The man gives a curious hum before looking back down at you.

“Do you want to come home with me, kitty?” The question caught you a little off guard. Nobody really asked the hybrids if they wanted to go with them. You looked over to the caretaker, who nodded their head with a gentle smile, encouraging you to answer. All you could do was give a small nod, and soon you were in the car, on the way to your new home.

He’d told you to call him Shouta. He was nice, always quiet and never got mad. He never smiled, but you supposed that’s just the way he is. He gave you your own room, and always let you rub up on him when you wanted to, taking the opportunity to pet you. Occasionally you got the odd kiss on the forehead when you nuzzled into his neck. Those always made you purr. He never came seeking you out, which was good since there were times you really didn’t want to be touched. 

The longer you’re with him the closer you get, and you find yourself doing things you’d never thought to do before. Sometimes you found the floor more comfortable than the couch, and would kneel down and rub up on his leg, your tail wrapping around his ankle. There were times you’d see his fingers idly drumming on his lap, and you’d lay down and nibble on one with your little fang-like canines. He didn’t seem to mind that little oral fixation, and he always let you do whatever you wanted. All in all, life with Shouta is great.

But today you feel weird. You’d been cooped up in your room for the first hour or so of the weekend morning, not quite wanting to go out and make it known something was off. But it’s gotten abnormally hot, your face and chest especially warm, and between your legs as well. Your panties are beginning to feel damp, your thighs starting to feel humid and sticky. It’s a little uncomfortable. And your tummy is starting to boil, neediness beginning to cloud your mind. This never happened at the shelter.

Reluctantly, you step out of bed onto slightly wobbly legs and peek your head out of your door to see him sitting on the couch, a book in hand and a mug of coffee on the table. His hair is loose, his strong lean body relaxed as he read. The sight of him and his scent made the feeling worse, made your panties and thighs wetter, your chest beginning to heave with your panted breaths. 

“Sh-shouta…” Your voice came out shakier and quieter than you wanted it to, but he’d heard you regardless. He closed the book and peered over at your shaking form in the doorway.

“What is it kitty?” You nearly mewled at his voice, his heavenly smooth baritone sending a shiver down your spine through to the tip of your tail.

“Something’s wrong...I feel weird…” As you tell him about everything that’s happening to your body, he’s dragging his eyes over you, taking in every detail. Soon he’s on the phone with the doctor, you can’t quite comprehend his words, only catching snippets. ‘Help’ and ‘how long’, followed by agreeing hums. It was all jumbled after that, your mind refusing to focus as you leaned heavily on the doorframe, your quivering legs barely able to hold your body.

Shouta’s large hand came up and cupped your cheek, letting you nuzzle into his palm. When had he hung up the phone? He ordered you to sit on the bed, and you obliged, watching as he swept up his hair into a loose bun and strode over, tilting your chin to look up at him through half-lidded eyes. He’s so close, his scent overwhelming and making your brain fuzzy.

“You’re in heat, kitty.” Heat...where had you heard that before? Back at the shelter, maybe? It was all a distant, unfocused memory right now. Shouta leaned down and kissed you sweetly, lips melding with yours as you purred and mewled, your tail thrashing behind you. His hands tugged at your clothes until you were bare before him, every inch of you on display. 

“You’re such a pretty kitty, you know that? So beautiful. Lay down for me.” The praise made you purr, made a chill crawl up your spine and your tail flick wildly. You obeyed the command, laying flat in the middle of the bed and he slotted himself between your legs, plunging two fingers into your tight hole. He let out a groan, pumping and scicssoring his fingers to stretch you out. You were already a sloppy mess, loud squelches ringing through the room in between your loud, whiny mewls and panting. 

It felt so good, the heat in your belly burning and tightening until Shouta’s fingers curled up into a spot that made stars dance in your vision. The pressure in your belly snapped hard, your legs trembling as he kept fingering you through it. His fingers slowed when you whined about it being too much, too sensitive. But you still felt hot all over, now it was worse, you wanted something so bad but you didn’t know what.

He got up and undressed himself and you licked your lips at his naked body, scarred skin pulled taut over thick muscle. What stood between his legs had heat spreading like fire through your body. You’d never seen a naked man before. He was quick to return to you, slotting his hips between your thighs and guiding the thick head of his cock along your soaked folds. 

“Relax kitty. I’m gonna make you feel good.” You gave a small nod and then he was pushing his thick cock inside you, groaning at the way your pussy clamped down on him. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as he slowly pushed and pumped his hips, cock dragging along your wet warm walls perfectly. Mewls slipped past your lips, high pitched whines and pants like music in Shouta’s ears. 

His hands wandered over your body, squishing and pulling at every piece of you he could get his calloused fingers on. It made you squirm beneath him, your own hands trying to push his away, but he wasn’t having any of it. He grabbed both your wrists and pinned them above your head in one strong hand, then went right back to groping your body with his free one.

“I can’t have you stopping me from touching you, kitty.” That’s all he said before focusing back on your body. He tugged at your belly, your sides, every place that was fatty and squishy. He’d never admit out loud how much he loved how soft you are. You’re perfect, plump and meaty, just more for him to touch, to look at, more to squeeze and pinch and pull.

He groaned out as you whined beneath him, tears beginning to clump in your lashes because he just kept squeezing, and he isn’t fucking you hard enough. Your orgasm built slowly with his languid pace, not nearly enough to get you to that peak and you were frustrated because you wanted relief but it wouldn’t come. Shouta picks up on your hips jerking and rolling, trying to get him to fucking move faster. He pulled his hips back and slammed back in, setting a brutal pace and making you whine high and long. 

Tears begin to fall from the sheer ecstasy of it, and he’s realizing how much he loves to see you cry from the pleasure he can give you. With a groan, he’s releasing your hands and wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his face into your breasts and biting and sucking at your skin as he pounds you into the mattress. He isn’t normally an impulsive man, wouldn’t let himself let go like this. But for you. For you he’d give in to his lust and ravage you like you need him to.

Your orgasm slams over your body like a tsunami, your muscles locking up and a loud yip ringing from your throat, pleasure making your whole body shake. Shouta let out a hiss, your nails digging into the muscles in his back furiously, but he wouldn’t stop for that. He never stuttered in his pace, just kept ramming his hips into yours, heavy balls slapping against your ass and lewd squelches coming from where your bodies are connected. 

You’re overstimulated, throat feeling raw and tears still falling down your heated cheeks as you thrash from another orgasm, this one just as powerful as the last and making your vision spot black. This time Shouta leans back, wrapping a hand around your throat and licking the salty trails away.

“Such a good little kitty for me, so good.” With a few more thrusts he’s spilling inside you, and you can feel the warmth spread in your belly as you lay there, boneless. He lays down on top of you, both of you sweaty and tired and he starts whispering sweet words into your twitching ears.

“So pretty. You’re so pretty, kitten.” 

“Such a good girl for me.”

“You’re all mine, kitty. So good, all for me.” Tears begin to spill from your eyes for a different reason. Up until now you’d lived your life believing nobody wanted you because there was something wrong with you. You never felt ugly, never really felt like there was something truly wrong with you, but you always felt...unwanted. Unloved. Unlovable. 

But Shouta makes you feel wanted, and loved, and pretty and all the things you always assumed you didn’t deserve. You’re his kitty now, and you’re such a good kitty for him too. He’s showering you with affection that you’d never known before and you’re shaking from all the overwhelming emotions. He can feel your body quivering, leans back to look at you and cups your face in his warm palm.

“What’s wrong, kitten? Why are you crying?” Your nose twitches as you sniffle, which he mildly notes is fucking adorable.

“Do you mean it? Am I a good kitty?” His eyebrows furrow and he rolls the both of you over so you’re on top of him. He’s peering into your big sad eyes as if reading your soul through them, trying to read the emotions you’re feeling, but it isn’t hard for him to figure out what’s racing through your mind. You nuzzle your nose into his neck and breathe in his scent, his hand coming up to pet your hair and ears.

“Of course, kitten. You’re such a good kitty.” The small reassurance makes you feel warm and happy, your tail flicking softly before curling around both your leg and Shouta’s, the end brushing his skin gently. You can’t help but want to stay with Shouta forever.

[lexxiisstuff]

~Iwaizumi Hajime~

Warning: Reader feeling insecure about themselves and their weight, (suggestive) nsfw. Short

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Iwaizumi Hajime was protective. Especially towards the things that he cared about, so you being the love of his life and all was high on the list of things he tended to watch over. Which is why he noticed the way you looked at yourself in the mirror, the way you suddenly had no appetite, the way you were constantly berating yourself everytime you walked past food.

"Iwa you're over analyzing me" You grabbed the water bottle from the table and took a sip. Your husband glared at you

"Don't start. When last did you eat? And I'm not talking about those stupid granola bars. When last did you eat a proper meal?" He watched as you looked at your feet. You never could lie to him, something he loved.

"I don't remember. A couple hours ago I guess" Two days ago to be exact. He knew that too.

"Grab your shit" He growled as he reached for his car keys.

"What? Why?" You were in Fluffy pj's and had just showered when Hajime came home. You really weren't in the mood to go out

"I'm taking you to dinner. Actually screw that. We'll order in, and you'll sit on that couch and won't leave until you eat every single bite. So what are you in the mood for?" He was angry but his voice remained level.

"Hajime I'm not hungry" You whispered knowing it would piss him off but he only seemed saddened by your words

"Y/n. What are you doing, baby? Tell me what's wrong?" He stepped towards you, his hands finding the familiar spot at your waist and stared at you.

"I just-" You sighed "I just think I need to lose a few pounds. I tried on my wedding dress the other day and it couldn't even zip halfway up Iwa. I feel... pudgy"

Iwaizumi frowned. Pudgy was never a word he would use to describe you. Beutiful, intelligent, hilarious, those he could get on board with but pudgy?

"Sweetheart we got married three years ago. I'm sure I wouldn't fit into my tux either. There's nothing wrong with you, You hear me" He bent forward so he could press a small kiss on your forehead but you shook your head.

"Iwa I just don't feel pretty anymore" You voice cracked slightly but you wouldn't cry. No matter how insecure and horrible you were feeling, you refused to cry.

Iwaizumi on the other hand was startled by what you just said. You don't feel pretty? You the most beautiful women he had ever layed eyes on.

"God, baby have you looked in a mirror recently" He grabbed your hand tugging you towards the bedroom towards the large mirror hanging on the wall. "Look at you."

You stared at yourself. There was absolutely not one thing about yourself you liked currently and that made you sad. Standing in front of your gorgeous boyfriend you kind of just felt like you were lacking. Your boobs weren't the right size, your clothes looked ratty and the bags under your eyes were so noticeable you might have well labeled them Prada.

"Iwa stop it" You closed your eyes looking away and he shook his head.

"Open them" You slowly opened your eyes to see Iwaizumis dark gaze in the mirror from where he stood behind you. "The fact that you could see yourself and think anything less than perfect is astounding"

"I'm not perfect" You mumbled sadly.

"What's not perfect about you?" He sounded angry and you sighed.

"I feel Chubby for one. My boobs aren't right. My hair. My eyes. My stupid stretch marks. I don't know take your pick" You turned away again but he held you in place. He growled under his breath

"Firstly you're not fucking Chubby and even if you were you'd still take my breath away I can promise you that. Secondly" He cupped your breasts making you gasp lightly "These are just right. See how they fit in my hands, Almost as if they were molded just for me."

His hand moved to tangle in your hair "This is one my favorite things about you. Your hair spread on my pillow in the mornings is nothing short of fucking art. And your eyes, the way they soften everytime you see me or how they melt whenever I make you cum" He whispered it against your ear "I could frame them and look into them forever. You're absolutely perfect, every single part of you was made to be loved by me and only me"

"Iwaizumi" He turned you around so you could look at him. The tears in your eyes never fell but they did linger "I love you, you know that? "

"Of course I do, gorgeous girl. I love you more. Now promise me whenever you feel insecure you'll come to me. You'll tell me." He wrapped his arms around you.

"I promise" You kissed him lightly making him smile.

"And no more skipping meals"

"Promise" You nuzzled into his chest.

"My little baby, let's go and order some food and then we're going to come back here and I'm going to spend the rest of the night worshipping that sweet body of yours"

You blushed furiously "You have a way with words Hajime"

"Wait until you see what else I can do with my tongue-" You slapped his chest making him laugh and lifting you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist.

"My Pretty boy" You rubbed his head as he walked with you towards the kitchen. He melted. He loved when you called him that

"My pretty girl" He kissed your lips.

Yeah he knew just how to make you feel better

[twinklelilstarkey]

Relieved - Matthew Tkachuk

Words: 1.7k+

Type: Fluff

Summary: Matthew has to go back to work just days after you give birth to his son and he absolutely hates it.

Warnings: Female!Reader. Anxiety (maybe, separation anxiety). Kinda rude Matty. Mentions of soreness and lack of sleep (from birth).

It has been 2 days since you were dismissed from the hospital. Two days since you have officially become a mother. And two days since you haven’t slept a full night without waking up at least 4 times during it.

Your body is still very sore, but medicine helps. Yet it’s not like you move a lot around the house.

Matthew, your boyfriend and dad of your kid, does not let you get up most times the baby cries. He always says that he will check and then if you’re needed, he’ll bring the baby to you. All of this because he knows that you’re tired and really doesn’t want you to tire yourself out further or go through any pain from how sore you are, over something that he can do.

Bad thing work calls quick. You’ll be on maternity leave for at least one more month, but Matt? Yeah, no, his team supposedly already needs him back.

And he’s not happy about it.

“Baby, I’ll be fine.” You tell him in a low whisper. “You don’t have to worry that much.”

He clenches his jaw and looks out of the window, clearly annoyed. He’s not wearing a shirt and is holding the newborn baby close to his chest as he sleeps peacefully.

Matt looks down at his son, staring at his small chubby face with adoration, as it is kind of smooshed against his warm skin, which makes his lips slightly parted, and he continues to contemplate calling his coach and just announce his absence last minute.

“He’ll probably still be asleep when you come back.” You tell him, gaining his attention again. “We’ll both be fine.”

“And if something happens?” He asks, also in a whisper, “I won’t be able to pick up the phone and come home.”

“Your mom is just a few blocks away at the hotel, remember?” You ask softly, “I promise that if something happens she’ll be the first person I call.”

He thinks about it for a second and looks down at the baby again.

“She’ll probably get here in less than 2 minutes too.” You add to lighten the mood.

A grin appears over his lips at the sound of your words and he gives his head a slight shake. You smile and he leans away from the wall beside the bedroom window.

Matthew sits down beside you on the side of the bed and you move a bit to sit closer to him. You two look down at the sleeping baby, admiring him as if he’s just the most peaceful thing in the world and didn’t wail his little lungs out just about half an hour ago.

You lean your cheek against Matthew’s naked shoulder and he lays his head against yours, letting the two of you sit in the peaceful silence as he rethinks his options.

“I’ll go.” He finally whispers, “But promise me you’ll call my mom right away. And that you’ll always have your phone with you.”

“I promise.” You say with a slight grin.

You lift your head off his shoulder really slowly, so he can lift his first, and you move a bit on the bed to move in even closer to him. You give a quick kiss on the lips before giving him two more on the cheek and offer him a smile.

“Everything’s going to be fine.” You tell him in a whisper.

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Throughout the warmups and game, Matthew’s mind is going a mile a second. 

Sure, he’s a professional athlete, he’s supposed to be able to put everything in the back of his mind and only focus on the game and nothing else. But it doesn’t really work that way. 

From the time he stepped foot outside of the apartment and inside the arena, he feels like his heart is continuously skipping beats and accelerating for no reason.

And the fact that everyone that would see him walking to or around the locker room would congratulate him for the second time for being a first-time dad, is just making matters worse. 

How is he supposed to be focused on something when everyone just keeps on reminding him who he has at home?

Warm-ups were awful, he just wanted to do one more lap, go take his gear off, and go home. It’s going to take him hours to leave that place and knowing that is just worsening this whole situation.

You, on the other hand, are more than calm. To be completely honest, you’re sitting in bed half-asleep for most of the time. As well as the baby, who is sleeping on his little crib beside your bed, peacefully, as the game plays in a soft mumble on your bedroom’s TV. 

You’ve also now come to realize that the voices of the casters over the sound of blades on the ice are surprisingly relaxing when left at a certain volume. To you, at least, a mother who hasn’t slept more than 3 hours for the past few days.

While you were taking your very peaceful nap, Matthew was still a nervous wreck. He’s made sure that one of his trainers has his phone just in case something happens. Something that, of course, they never do but today is the big exception.

And surprisingly, he scored in the second period. 

Matthew honestly felt like he was on autopilot the whole game, so it even came as a shock to him that he did it. Which some people did notice since he had a more confused look on his face than anything while everyone around him celebrated. 

And right as the game went to intermission, he thought he was being able to put home aside for a second. But that was only until the god damn intermission interview.

“Congratulations on the new addition to the family , by the way. How’s everything going back home?”

Damn you, whoever decided to make that question. He did answer with a smile and a soft tone, seeming to everyone like he’s an under-control-over-his-emotions dad and not at all freaking the fuck out.

You? Still fast asleep. Just like the baby.

By the time the third period reached its half, Matthew was already seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. 

He’s almost home.

And you? Well, this time you’re not asleep anymore. You’re changing a diaper and then comforting your very small baby against your upper chest as you walk around the house.

It still amazes you how such a small being can scream so loud.

You used the opportunity of being up on your feet and with the baby with you to go actually eat something. Which was kind of hard to do with only one hand, but not impossible.

You texted back Chantal, Matt’s mom, just to let her know that you are okay and that you were even able to take a nap, which as an answer you got all types of celebration emojis.

Everything was going pretty okay and honestly, that nap worked wonders with you. You felt exhausted when Matthew left, and now you feel as strong as ever. Still sore, but strong.

After eating and drinking tones of water, you walked back to the bedroom to watch the end of the game. You had to eventually feed the baby as well but that went fairly easy.

You had to give yourself a pat on the back after this whole thing, everything went so well that it seemed like you’re truly getting the hang of it. For now, at least.

The game ended, the Flames won, and Matthew was ready to go home. 

That is until he’s told that he has press to do. He swears he almost hit someone with his stick or even helmet. Like, come on, people!

And this time he did not have the smile nor a soft tone, he looked pissed, which some people found funny. 

At least some questions were quick and easy to answer, but there still were the quite annoying ones he’s grown accustomed to.

He was out of his chair as soon as the words ‘the questions are do-’ left someone's mouth. Rude? Probably, but today is not the day to throw that in his face.

The shower was probably the quickest one he’s ever taken and he thinks he didn’t even dry himself off completely when he started getting dressed. 

Speeding out of the parking lot, home he went.

He doesn’t even think he parked his car correctly, but he was out of the car and inside the house in a matter of seconds.

You heard him from the bedroom let his bag fall by the lobby of the house and his quick footsteps over the wooden floor of the hallway. 

A few seconds later, Matthew appears in the bedroom’s doorway and his eyes are staring down at you right away.

“Hi!” You say with a smile.

“Did he sleep this whole time?” He asks, a slight shock on his face.

“No,” You say with a smile, “But he might go to sleep again in a few.”

You look down at the small baby and you hear Matthew making his way to the bed. He ignores the fact that he’s still wearing his very uncomfortable suit and sits next to you, leaning his back against the headboard while eyeing his son staring at the ceiling while what looks like chewing on his tongue.

“Do you want to hold him?” You ask him as he stares intensely.

A shy smile grows on his face and you smile back as you see that as a big ol’ silent yes. 

You lean away from the bed’s headboard and turn a bit to Matthew to get a better angle. He slowly and safely takes his baby from your arms, who automatically leans on whatever warmth is next to him - that being Matt’s chest.

Matt doesn’t feel stressed, anxious, mad, or even tired anymore. He just feels relieved that he’s back home.

You look at two of them and your heart completely melts at the image you swear you can look at for the rest of your life. 

What is there not to love about this?

Baby fever is still going strong, so I had to write this, don’t hate me.

[bungled-writes]

"My Lovely Doll" - Dream X Chubby! Reader

Gn reader

Summary: You ask dream why out of all people, he chose you. And he decides to show you why.

CW: smut (MINORS DNI), unprotected sex, body worship, overweight and chubby reader, negative self-talk, dream being a sweet boy,

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18+ Content. MINORS, DNI

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You sighed softly, scrolling through pictures of you and Dream. You hated how you looked in every single one of them. Your shorter, stubby figure next to his taller and lanky figure was such a drastic contrast. Part of you was very thankful that your boyfriend was a faceless YouTuber and that these were not posted anywhere on the internet. You couldn't even imagine all the hate you would get for how you looked. People on the internet were cruel, but little did you know that you were crueler to yourself than anyone could be.

You were so absorbed into judging your personal appearance that you didn't hear the door open as your boyfriend made his way over to you. You looked up from your phone as you felt him lay down, placing his head on your thighs "Hey baby.." you muttered, looking back at your phone as one of your hands went to his hair.

Dreams face contorted into a pout, he could tell you were distracted. He let out a whine of sorts, hand reaching up and pushing your phone out of your hands. You made a noise of protest, about to tell him off before he started to speak. "Are you okay?" He asked, the blonde studying your features closely.

"Yeah Dream, I'm fine," you lied, reaching for your phone but he snatched it before you could reach it. " Dream! Can I please have my phone?" Much to your dismay, the blonde shook his head. "What? Why not?"

"Something on here is making you sad. "

"What? Dream! I told you I'm fine. " You muttered, crossing your arms as he slipped your phone into one of his jean pockets.

" Y/N.." he muttered, in a gentle voice. " Please don't lie to me...I thought we were going to talk about what bothered us instead of shutting each other out.." he whispered as he sat up, sitting between your legs. His hands grabbed your hips as he pulled you into his lap, looking into your eyes. "I love you so much darling..you know this. And I hate to see my lover sad. So please Y/N. Tell me what's wrong. " He whispered gently, his green eyes staring into yours.

You sighed, unable to argue with him any further. He had a way to make you reveal your secrets to him, which sometimes you hated. "Fine..I was looking at pictures of us.." you muttered, rubbing one of your arms. You noticed his expression had turned into one of pure confusion but before he could ask why that would upset you, you spoke up once again. "Why did you pick me, Dream? You're so handsome. You're so tall, and lean. And everything about your appearance is absolutely perfect. So, why would you pick me, dream? You could have anyone that you ever wanted..you could have someone taller, skinnier..you could have a supermodel for a partner if you wanted. But you chose me...Why?"

At this point, the male's face had become slightly upset yet mostly concerned. " Baby, what do you mean? Why wouldn't I pick you? " He cupped your face in his hands gently and made you look at him. " You're so… beautiful/handsome my love. There is-"

Before he could finish, you cut him off. " No dream, no I'm not! Look at me! " Tears were starting to form in your eyes as your voice got louder in volume. " I'm fat dream...I'm ugly..my face is so round..I have so many fat rolls on me. You can't possibly think that that's attractive. I don't think after you do a face reveal...I don't think that you should post any pictures of us..Maybe you should be ashamed of me and keep me a secret..maybe you should just act like-"

"Y/N! " Dream said loudly, his voice stern but still gentle. "What is going through that brain of yours, baby?" He asked, running a hand through your hair. "You are my other half darling..I chose you for a reason. Now I couldn't care less about looks. You know that. But that doesn't mean you are ugly! " His thumb gently wiped away some of your tears. "When I first saw you. I didn't know anything about you. And I have to admit. I asked you out due to superficial reasons. You were so beautiful/handsome that I just had to take you out.." the blonde admitted, kissing your nose gently as one of his hands rested on your hip. " Look at this face.." he said, staring at you and studying your features. " Such beautiful eyes..such a pretty smile...your chubby Lil cheeks just make everything so much cuter.." he whispered, playfully pinching one of your cheeks, making you stifle a giggle.

"These thighs are perfect things to rest my head on after a long day of work..and whenever you wear those tight pants of yours...they look so good. I just love seeing the way tighter clothing grips every part of you.." Dream hummed, resting a hand on your thigh. " You are definitely not ugly sweetheart. And I'm sure when we let the internet know about you, they will absolutely love you. Of course. There will be some idiots who don't know what true beauty is. But all that matters is that I love you so very much. And you are so attractive it makes my brain go stupid. " He pulled you close to him. "also not to mention.." his hand went down and squeezed your ass. " You make me so damn hard without even trying. " His voice dropped an octave, his lips right near your ear.

That caused you to blush so hard your ears turned red, your entire body heating up. " Dream...I-"

"If you're going to argue with me, or try and tell me that you're ugly, don't even try it, baby doll. First of all, you'd be lying. And you know better than to lie to me. " Your boyfriend cut you off, his voice low and nearly a growl. " Secondly, " his lips attached to your jawline. "Do I need to show you how effortlessly hot you are?" The only thing that could escape your lips was a needy whimper as your head shakily nodded. " Use your words baby doll.."

"Yes please Dream..show me.." you whispered, tilting your head to the side as his lips started to suck hickies into your neck.

"Anything for my lovely doll.." he whispered against your neck, slowly pushing you down and pinning you against the bed, keeping his lips attached to your neck, until you let out a whimper. "What is it, baby?"

"Kiss me..please Dream..Kiss me" you begged him, eyes watering with need. The moment those needy words escaped your lips, he attacked them with his own, capturing you In a deep and lustful kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck tightly, pulling his body impossibly closer to yours. You kissed back, trying to grind your hips up into his, but he held you still.

Hearing your whine of protest, he pulled away from your lips with a chuckle. " Let me take the reigns here lovely..I don't want you to do anything but sit there and be sexy. " The blonde said softly, smiling gently down at you. " Just tell me what you want and I'll give it to you, my love.. because who am I to deny the most attractive person alive?" He whispered gently, going to kiss you again.

"Please Dream...grind against me..do something please.." you whimpered before your lips were once again connected, him happily swallowing your whimpers into the kiss. Your entire body shivered as his hips started to grind against yours. The pace he was going was perfect, dragging his clothed cock against your clothed sex, pulling the most delicious sounds out of you.

"You sound so pretty doll.." he whispered against your lips, soon pulling away to look at you, his hips still rhythmically grinding against yours. "I could spend all day listening to you, ya know..you make the prettiest noises.." he hummed, grinding his hips against you particularly rough which pulled a whine out of you. He chuckled at the way your face contorted in pleasure, but it was obvious you wanted more.

"Dream please.."

"Please what baby doll? Use your words.." he whispered, hand going to your chin and running a thumb over your bottom lip.

"Touch me, please….I need you, dream! Please!!"

"Your wish is my command darling.." he whispered. He moved around for a bit, pulling his shirt off and tossing it across the room. He couldn't care less about where all of the clothes wound up, as long as they were no longer restricting each other. His hands slipped under your shirt, about to take it off but you whimpered softly, unsure. "doll.." he whispered softly, his expression softening. " Y/n. May I?" He asked softly. Although caught in a moment of heat, he still cares about you so very much. And still wanted you to be comfortable.

You thought for a moment and then very hesitantly nodded. "Yes...yeah you can.." you whispered gently, avoiding eye contact with him as he pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it aside. You felt tears spike up, as you could feel his eyes staring at you.

A hand grabbed your chin and made you look at him. " Doll.." he whispered softly, a smile spread across his face. " Look at you..so perfect and all for me.." he whispered as he rested a hand on your hips. "God I could just stare at your body all damn day long…" he whispered as he started to kiss down your neck, hand letting go of your chin. You felt your face heat up as he kissed down your neck and sucked deep hickies into your collar bone, marking every inch of your skin that he could reach.

"I can't imagine myself with anyone else..not one person could make me feel like how I feel about you.." his lips gently brushed against your nipple, pulling a pleasured gasp out of you.

"I-I love you dream.." you whispered, a hand going to his hair and tangling through the long, blonde locks.

"I know you love me, baby.." he whispered, moving down your stomach and continuing to suck hickies to mark his territory. " But I want you to love yourself...I want you to realize how absolutely perfect you are..how beautiful/handsome you are. Because I love you so very much..and it hurts me when you don't see how amazing and wonderful you are.." he whispered, pulling away from your skin and looking at you. "you're my pretty/handsome little baby.." he whispered as he caught you in another kiss, this one being more gentle than before.

You felt your heart jump to your throat at his words, them making goosebumps appear on your skin. You kiss back softly and soon pulled away. " Fuck me Dream..please ..fuck your pretty/handsome little baby. " You whispered softly, watching as his face exploded into a smile.

He couldn't have gotten all your clothes off faster, his hands making fast work of both of your clothes and throwing them to the side. Soon you were laying on your back, legs folded up with your knees pressed against your chest, Dream kneeling between your legs with one hand on his cock, stroking it gently as he lined himself up. "Look at you.." he whispered admiringly, stroking your cheek with the back of his spare hand before he pressed his tip against your entrance, causing you to let out a shaky breath.

"Please.."

"Please what..?"

"Please fuck me.."

"What are you doll?" He asked softly, staring deep into your eyes.

"I'm your perfect doll..I'm your pretty/handsome doll dream! Im all yours.." you whispered. And with those words, he pushed into you, causing you to let out such a pretty moan.

He started gently thrusting his hips into you, letting out pleasured groans at the feeling of your tight heat wrapped around his cock. "god baby you feel so good around me.." he groaned softly, one hand wrapped around your body and the other gently resting on your neck, just to signify that you are all his.

He soon picked up the pace, hips clashing with yours as the room was filled with moans and the slight squeaking of the mattress. " O-oh Dream! Fuck!" You moaned pit, back arching ever so slightly as he hit the perfect spot inside of you. "r-right there, please!! D-don't stop!!" You squealed out, feeling your eyes screwed shut as he started to fuck into you harder and faster into that one spot.

" I love you so much doll...I love you so fucking much.." he groaned into your ears, making sure that you could feel every single inch of him.

"I love you too!! I love you too- ahh!" You moaned out loudly, feeling something familiar bubbling up inside of you. "Dream- ah fuck I'm gonna cum- ah shit!" Your head rolled back and your mouth hung open as whiny moans and gasps just effortlessly fell out.

"Me-ah shit...me too baby.." he groaned as he started to speed up. His thrusts lost any rythym, just chasing after both of your orgasms. Your head began to cloud as you felt your high getting closer, hands gripping at Dreams back and nails digging in.

After a few more moments of Dream messily thrusting into you, you let out a deliciously pornographic moan of his name, eyes rolling back and mouth hanging open. " Oh fuck fuck fuck I'm cumming!!!" You squealed out, reaching your climax and coming undone.

Three more thrusts later, your brain completely fuzzy and lost in the pleasure, you heard dream moan into your ear and felt his warm cum begin to fill you up, his hips bucking forward a few times to fuck it deep inside of you. "you take my cum so fucking well-baby oh my god.." he groaned soon resting against you, his cock still buried deep inside of you. "now do you understand how perfect you are baby?" He asked softly, burying his face into your neck. When you didn't answer, he ground into you gently, causing you to whine. " I asked you a question..do you understand how perfect you are baby or do I need to show you again..?"

"'mm I think you need to show me again…' mm not sure" you whispered softly, brain high off of his dick.

"Better show you again...just to make sure it takes…" he whispered with a chuckle.

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Not my favorite, but I though. Eh why the hell not post it.