#plus size self ship

[ir0n-moon]

It's International Day Against Fatphobia! Known in some circles (who don't know any better) as "World Ob***ty Day".

💛 I love you, fat selfshippers whose self inserts are also fat! (most importantly, your f/os love you!) 🩷 I love you, fat selfshippers who still feel like their self inserts "need to" be smaller in order to earn your f/o's love (they don't, and you don't!) 🧡 I love you, fat people who selfship with canonically fat characters! 💛 I love you, fat people who selfship with non-fat characters (or characters who don't have any recognizable humanoid form) but headcanon them to be fat <3

🩷 Your romantic f/o loves your body just the way it is, they think you're absolutely gorgeous! They would not change a thing about you. You are perfect in their eyes! 🧡 Your romantic f/o would never fetishize you for your body. They love who you are both inside and out! 💛 Your f/o wants you to enjoy all the foods you love without feeling you need to apologize or hide it! Yes, really!

🩷 Your f/o would protect you from anyone who shames you for you body size. In fact, no one would even dare to do so, knowing how protective they are of you! 🧡 If your f/o has been fatphobic in canon I am so sorry. They were written by fatphobic creators who did not care about the damage they would cause to real people. Your f/o is incredibly sorry, and they would never do or say anything like that to any fat person again, and especially not to you!

Do NOT talk about diets or intentional weight loss on this post, thank you!

[wri0thesley]

the fact diluc got so so angry at the idea of perverts harassing his maids he charged out with a greatsword makes me imagine how utterly enraged he would be if somebody harassed you in front of him . . . sigh

[raspberrighost]

Get your groove on!!

quick lil jazz doodle

[blond3ang3l]

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” Your hands rubbed Jason’s aching muscles. The two of you (more him) was stuck in a rock and a hard place. People started rumors that he was messing around with Talia. Which of course he found disgusting. Damian was basically his brother, why would he in his right mind do that? But people just kept saying shit and it was getting to him. It had gotten to the point where people thought they were “helping you” by coming up and telling you what they heard.

You obviously knew it wasn’t true in the first place. The only reason the two were seen together was because Jason was filling in for Bruce to give Talia updates on Damian since the boy had gotten sick recently. But people are stupid and like to jump to conclusions about is everything. The celebrity worship that the Wayne family had with people started to move on to you when you started dating Jason.

Being in public eye people who’s were jealous and wanted to be in your or his place were looking for any reason for you guys to break up. It was all taking a toll on Jason’s already messed up mental. You were the best thing that happened to him in god knows how long. You accepted him for every problem he had. Kissing every scar that was left from the aftermath of his attack. You took your time to piece him back together. It was hard on him for sure but he felt so loved by you that he didn’t wanna lose you at all. His hand moved yours into his own.

The two of you were in you guys shared place. He was damn there in tears as he looked at you sat in his lap so beautifully. “God, I don’t wanna lose you sweets. So damn good to me. I’d be lost without you.” He was practically pleading with you to not be angry with him. Never in life could he cheat on you with someone else. You were his number one supporter and helped him feel human once more in his horrible life. Tears started to spill from his eyes as he pleaded for you to forgive him for getting caught up in the drama and people butting into you guys relationship.

This started while you guys were on a date and a group of girls practically surrounded you spewing off about what they heard and how he was “cheating on you”. These girls were nothing more than crazy fans that wanted fame. You knew better and you knew your man damn good. You silenced him by pressing your lips against his.

He was taken aback but quickly melted into the kiss, hands gripping your waist. “I know honey, just relax? Let me help you relax okay?” His eye’s slowly moved up to meet yours. It was like his whole body just felt as ease as he looked at you. “Yeah..yeah I’d like that.”

[gojirarara]

🐊 x 💘

(Finally had the brain power to draw some actual selfship art! Yay! Croc n’ Coop being tender to soothe my soul! This was inspired by a shot from the movie Passion Play!)

[finnoodlee]

meow meow meow

(are you ready for the beast?) (good cuz me neither)

I finally finished this rrrraaaaahhhhhh

CREDITS!! TO SOLMARE!! FOR THE BACKGROUND!! (If i tried doing it myself, it would have taken me months,, sigh)

Peep a random interaction between Levi and Leon! My MC depiction/self insert/oc/blah blah blah

Hope you like it :3

[avas-wonderland]

New cosplay time! Cutie Honey!

(Reblogs are encouraged, pr0ship/c0mshippers DNI)

[prussiasqueen]

Doodle of my Selfship…

Briichen x Prussia

I love how he just picks her ass up like she’s a little bag of sugar even though she weighs like two kegs of bier 🍺

I may never finish or clean this up 🤷🏻‍♀️

[ir0n-moon]

Limited color palettes save me... save me limited color palettes

[blond3ang3l]

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“There it is pretty. Daddy found your spot didn’t he?” Your headed nodded in response to the condescending tone of the much older man.

Butcher was by far your favorite client of the strip club you worked at. He always came in looking so damn good. Tipped you really well too! Always leaving you a thousand dollars minimum a night when he came. He was your regular for the past few months and that man treated you way better than your boyfriend did.

It was obvious how badly the older man craved you, and you were just teasing him every time he saw you walking around in those skimpy costumes. He would deal with you whine and complain on how mean your boyfriend was all the time. In his eyes your boyfriend was an idiot for not realizing what he had in front of him.

But none of that mattered when you shook your ass for him at the end of the day. You had his ass mesmerized every single time no matter what. He never followed the no touching rule for clients, always grabbing and slapping your ass. Hell he even pulled you on to his lap for a lap dance more times than you can count. His hands stayed on you. But there had been a few instances of them being a little bit wandering while you danced for him. Who were you to deny the man though? He was sexy and gave you money like it was nothing so no point of complaining.

You weren’t supposed to be doing this. You could get in trouble if your boss caught you getting fucked dumb in one of the private rooms, but the way Butcher was stretching you out made you forget ll of that. His hands griped your ass helping you bounce on his thick dick. Your lipstick was all over his face from you kissing and clinging to him.

His hand grabbed your face pulling you into a messy kiss. Barely even a kiss since you were moaning and whining against his lips the entire time. With your nails digging into his shoulders he let out a deep grunt before pulling away. You were too perfect, a better fuck than anyone he's ever been with before.

His hand pushed the little mini skirt you wore up and out of the way. He turned you around and lifted your chubby frame up like it was nothing, basically folding you in half its your knees pushed up your chest before he started fucking into you once more. With your back to his chest your head lulled back as he took control. “Daddy.” Was all you could whine out while the man fucked any sense you had out of your head.

“I know many. Your lil boyfriend don’t give you this type of of fucking does he?" Your head shook giving the man the answer he already figured. With the way you were squeezing him he wasn't shocked in the slightest. "More. Please 'm so close daddy." Your words practically made his eyes roll back. Hearing how desperate you were for him only made him pick up his pace. He grunted as he felt your grip on him tighten as you came, his hips slowing down before cumming deep inside you.

As far as he was concerned you were all his. Your "boyfriend" and job was going to be easy to get rid of. No way was he gonna lose his favorite little stripper. He would just have to make you into his own personal doll. And with how you were clinging to him at that moment it seems that won't be hard for him at all.

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[kanedaloveslas]

Las is plus sized BTW

Las has always been and she's confident in her size. She used to be insecure when she was a teen but it's passed and it hits every once in awhile but it usually passes.

Positive vibes for all the plus sized selfshippers.

[je-te-veux]

Apparently this month was Fat Liberation Month and I DIDN'T KNOW! So, here's some body hcs for my f/os!

🍵 - Heavy, yet slightly muscular build, due to his capabilities in battle. His weight comes from the age-old records of people with a bigger bodytype being seen as prosperous, due to the richer having more money to be able to feed themselves well. (Considering that he lives in a manor/mansion in canon and the fact that his canon is set in a more... feudal-like era, you can put two and two together.) He overall possesses the body of someone who would be considered a "bear" due to the amount of body hair he has.

🐟 - Overall a heavy or rather fat build from his upper body all the way down to his tail. This comes from the DNA of the fish/animals he was spliced with, blue whales tend to have a more rounded and plump form as well as great white sharks. His more rounded form may also come from the Silver Spinyfin and Anglerfish DNA as well. While both aren't particularly fat in any capacity, their bodies have rounded shapes, which, could also contribute to his form! (Remember, all these fish and animals combined into one is what contributed to his current form after all!) But, there is also the possibility he was plus-sized in his human form, you don't know what his genetics or diet could be, so, it is up for speculation, but, I'd like to lean towards him being plus-sized through and through.

[finnoodlee]

Don't think I'll ever finish this but i put some effort in it so it's worth sharing :'3

It's FatGum and my MHA oc/persona, his name is Leon and his hero/nickname is 'Hydro'

[constantmourning]

Run Away

[Buggy x AFAB!Reader]

Summary: You and Buggy get close while he's on the Going Merry.

Word count: 0.9k

Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI! Buggy is just a head whilst giving head. Oral (f! receiving), Insecure!Reader, inappropriate use of devil fruit abilities, very too much self indulgent, not beta read.

A/N: im posting this while not sober and it's very self indulgent. Me and Buggy if I was on the going merry fr fr!! This was just something I wrote real quick while I tried to work on requests... I hope you enjoy it sdfbsdf (ALSO!! Reader may be written as AFAB, but as a trans, plus size person I wrote them with that in mind :) but like feel free to imagine whatever you want!)

For some reason, you were left to watch Buggy. Why they trusted you to watch him was honestly beyond you. Unfortunately for Luffy, you had made a new ally. Fortunately for you, your new ally was very generous. Even if you were sure it was only because he wanted off the ship.

“Buggy,” Your voice was low as you lied on your bed. Buggy’s head was in your hands, resting on your stomach. “I’ve never…” You trailed off. “Um, I don’t have much experience with this.”

“Holding a head? Most people don’t.”

“No,” Your brows furrowed, “I mean, I haven’t ever done that either. But, the people I’ve been with before… I don’t have good experiences with them and-”

“Them going down on you?” He asked. You nodded at his question. “I can change that.”

Your hands were at Buggy’s neck. Your fingers began to absentmindedly play with the hair coming out from under his bandana. Buggy’s eyes met yours and his brows furrowed. You stopped playing with his hair and apologized.

“No, you can do that again.” Buggy demanded. You felt yourself relax as you began to play with his hair again, twirling it between your fingers. “If you don’t wanna do that, we can kiss again. But the earlier offer still stands.”

You nodded, “Okay… okay.” You placed Buggy beside you and stood up. You grabbed the waistband of your shorts and quickly pulled them down. Buggy watched wide eyed as you pulled your panties and kicked them across the room. “What?” You almost covered yourself.

“I didn’t think I’d get this far…” Buggy admitted. “Did you want to leave your shirt on?”

“Yes.” You nodded, pulling at the hem of it. “I’m not too comfortable taking it off.” Buggy’s head bobbed, somewhat, and you lied back on the bed. You looked over at him and he waited for you to pick him up. “Are you sure this is okay?” You whispered, grabbing him and holding him up towards you.

Buggy hummed in response, letting you know it was okay. You placed him between your legs and pulled up your shirt slightly, giving him full access to you. You looked up at the ceiling and waited for something to happen. When Buggy did not do as he said he would, you looked down at him.

“Play with my hair again.”

You groaned. You placed your hands around him, your finger tangling with his hair once more. You gently played with it and pulled Buggy closer to you. Your legs opened a little wider and you felt Buggy begin to lap at you. Your eyes widened immediately. Your hips rolled forward and Buggy smiled against you. He was smug.

You let out a soft moan as he licked a stripe up your pussy. His tongue hit your clit and circled it. Electricity jolted through you. You gently pulled at his hair and your back arched, before pressing back into the bed. You were unsure what to do.

“What if-” You groaned, trying to keep quiet, “What if you need air?”

You pulled Buggy away from you, ever so slightly, “I’ll be fine, put me back.”

You did not argue. You pressed Buggy back between your thighs and tensed as his nose pressed to your clit. Your eyes screwed shut and your heaved. Trying to be quiet was about to get hard. And Buggy had no remorse.

You moaned out for him, your voice cracking as you tried to keep it down. “Fuck!” You shook as Buggy continued. “Just like that, please-” You were so close. You were begging for him to let you cum. “Never felt so good…” You mumbled, words barely coherent.

Buggy smiled and groaned into you as you pulled his hair. Your hips rolled into his mouth and his nose hit your clit again, your jaw went slack. Buggy’s eyes watched as you began to unravel just from his tongue. He watched as you begged and pleaded, saying you needed him. Needed him to let you cum. He wasn’t going to deny you of that, you were being too good.

One of your hands left Buggy’s neck and slapped hard against your mouth. A muffled scream bounced off the thin walls and your hips jerked up into Buggy’s face. You tensed, everything was so tense. Your eyes were shut tight and suddenly you couldn’t hold onto Buggy anymore. You were reeling and Buggy watched you struggle to regain self control.

“Fuck-” You finally formed a word. “Fuck!” You hissed out, “I don’t- Holy shit.”

“It’s okay,” Buggy was smug, still between your legs. “Take your time.”

“Buggy…” You shook your head and picked him up, placing him on your stomach again. “I think I may just have to run away with you.”

“What?”

Your eyes widened and blinked at him, “Oh… I mean… I totally enjoyed that a normal amount.”

Buggy’s eyes were wide too, “No, no, say that again. You may have to do what? I need to hear that again.”

You let out a soft laugh, "Buggy, that was so great I'm prepared to run away with you!"

You sat there for a moment. You were thankful to have been left alone with Buggy, but you were filled with an unknown emotion when you thought about leaving the straw hats for Buggy. A feeling you did not want to think too hard on.

"Remind me," you finally spoke, "I owe you once you have your body back."

[prussiasqueen]

I’m not the most colorful girl in the world, but I thought to do another mock up of the Hetalia show. But using my self insert~

And before you ask, I used a random ass background and just noticed the blurred out of it and added some weird dot brush and then slapped some filter on it.

I didn’t spend as much time on this one as I’d like to. But here’s my girl, Brii.

[audiovideodisco]

I’m sorry I always said the wrong thing.

You have a crush on your Aussie colleague, but have given up on ever being his type, or even someone he respects. People never change, right?

cw: fatphobia, medical talk, negative self image if you squint, mildly suggestive, swearing

word count: 920

requested: no

sfw: yes

ship: robert chase x reader

characteristics: plus sized reader, g/n

You walk into Princeton Plainsboro with a coffee in hand and a face like a slapped bottom. Your patient was a fairly overweight teenager who had a heart problem, but despite the team - unsurprisingly - attempting to attribute the problems to their weight, that wasn’t the case. As a plus sized person, you felt sick coming into work for this case. House was making a point of asking you things that you couldn’t know about the patient - just because you’re fat… and Chase… well, that was the main thing. You knew how he felt about fat people, it was always a personal flaw. He hadn’t said anything awful yet but it reminded you that you’d never be good enough for him.

The case carried on as usual, treatments putting the young teens life in danger over and over, with no hope of a diagnosis, and then cure, in sight. The DDx office was eerily quiet, only the lights in the hall illuminating the table in front of you as you sat at the desk trying to think. After a few minutes of what felt like brooding rather than thinking, you hear footsteps, and then a swoosh of blonde hair enters the office.

“[Y/N]? What are you in here for? Why are you sitting in the dark…?” Chase asked as he came in to rifle through a drawer.

“It’s not dark, the hall light is enough.”

“That’s- are you… are you alright?”

Your head snaps up to see he’s stopped rifling through the drawer and appears to have what he came to look for. Instead of leaving, he’s looking directly at you with a mix of concern and curiosity. Quite frankly, it pisses you off, big time.

“I’m fine, Chase. Trying to think of what’s killing our patient, before they actually die because everyone else is so focused on their weight rather than-“

“Hey- woah- woah-“

You don’t let him continue his protest, taking a breath and composing yourself,

“House wants you to do an EKG.”

“He said that-?”

“Yeah.” He looked at you with his mouth agape for a second, before closing it, nodding and walking out.

The case continues, and eventually House is able to make a connection that saves the teenager’s life. It’s a relief that the case is over, and the teenager is going to be alright, but you can’t shake the horrible feeling in your stomach. The DDx office is empty again, so you go in there just to sort through your paperwork before going home.

“Hey…”

“What the fuck do you want, Chase?”

“Woah… have I done something?”

“Doesn’t matter, just leave me alone.”

He frowns but doesn’t leave, instead coming up behind you slowly and placing his hand gently on your shoulder. You flinch a little so he lifts his hand again, but when you don’t push him away, he puts it back again.

“What’s going on…?” He asks, almost in a whisper.

“Chase-“

“Was it this case? House?”

“I expect it from House, and you to be completely honest…”

He mentally scolds himself and sighs, trying gently guiding you to face him.

“I… I have said so shitty things before, I’ll admit… I didn’t know you knew…”

“What, so it’s okay as long as your one fat friend doesn’t hear it? Well that worked…”

“No- no- I… I was wrong. I’ve been wrong every time, whether just about the diagnosis, or the simple fact of that is none of my business… I’ve been trying to unlearn thinking and speaking like that- I-“

You stare at him a little shocked, his hand still on your shoulder as you now stand only a few inches apart. He looks down slightly at you, seeing the way your eyes glistened from angry tears that threatened to spill. He carries on speaking, his voice now even more hushed and soft,

“Not that I decided that I needed to sort my shit out because I met you- Uh, but… I… I really like you, actually.”

His heart pounds in his chest almost as loudly as yours as he searches your face for any sign of a response.

“I know I probably blew it, but… can I take you out, on, like, a date?”

“Are you serious, or is this-“

“I mean it. You’re…” Your faces are centimetres apart, his breath fanning against your lips as he struggles to finish his sentence, and his other hand finds its way to your waist to pull you closer.

“[Y/N]… I need you to tell me it’s okay to kiss you… I don’t want to cross a line you don’t want me to cross…”

Your chest heaves as you whisper,

“…yes.”

The kiss is tentative at first, Chase’s lips moving slowly to make sure you wanted this as much as he did. As you began to reciprocate with a bit more energy, he picked up the pace, bringing his hand from your shoulder to the nape of your neck, and pulling you as close to him as you could be-

“HEY!”

The loud shout makes you both pull apart, hands still on eachother, his hand threaded in your hair and yours in his chest. You look around you as you both try to catch you breaths, cringing when you lay your eyes on House.

“IF YOU WANT TO MAKE OUT, GET OUT OF MY OFFICE. ALSO- FUCK YOU. I OWE WILSON $50 NOW…”

House storms off, his cane tapping alongside his footsteps, and you both giggle as the tension fades.