Draco Malfoy and the Mandatory P.R.A.T. : Chapter 7
redpenny a.k.a. roundelet
Explicit - 11k words - chapters 7/?
The last thing heād needed was the Saviour of the Wizarding World witnessing his humiliation, but at least he can console himself with the knowledge that Potter is even fatter than he is.
When Draco fails his yearly Aurors Fitness Assessment, heās made to complete mandatory P.R.A.T. (Physical Rehabilitation of Aurors and Trainees) alongside the very prat heād managed to avoid for years.
Draco Malfoy and the Mandatory P.R.A.T. : Chapter 6
redpenny a.k.a. roundelet
Explicit - 10464 words - chapters 6/?
The last thing he'd needed was the Saviour of the Wizarding World witnessing his humiliation, but at least he can console himself with the knowledge that Potter is even fatter than he is.
When Draco fails his yearly Aurors Fitness Assessment, he's made to complete mandatory P.R.A.T. (Physical Rehabilitation of Aurors and Trainees) alongside the very prat he'd managed to avoid for years.
Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE * Aurors * Auror Harry Potter * Auror Draco Malfoy * Enemies to Friends to Lovers * Chubby Harry Potter * Chubby Draco Malfoy * Weight Gain * unintentional weight gain * Weight Issues * Body Image * Out of Shape * dieting * weight loss * injuries * Chubby Kink * belly appreciation * Body Worship * Pining * Fat Shaming
This is for those of you who want to read about chubby Stiles and chubby Derek and don't mind plots that aren't resolved. Posted here for chubby kink posterity. Because that's a thing, right?
Decided to revive my WIP Amnesty posts. I started with two new ones that havenāt been seen on my tumblr, but will also add the ones from here at some point.
Ch 1-Ch 3: Derek Hale and the Magic Weight Gain Curse (7k | chubby Derek, chubby Stiles, weight gain, insecurity)
Derek rejects the wrong witch, and is cursed to gain weight until no one finds him attractive anymore. The problem is, Stiles thinks heās burning hot at every weight.
Ch 4:Ā Nice ThingsĀ (4k | Ā college AU, chubby Derek, chubby Stiles, weight gain, hurt/comfort)
In which Stiles wouldnāt wake up early for an 8AM class to get coffee for just anyone and Derek is convinced he doesnāt deserve nice things.Ā
Added two WIPs- ch 5 was posted here as my first WIP amnesty fic, ch 6 has never been posted before
Ch 5: Established Relationship AU Snippet (580 words, modern AU, chubby Derek, chubby Stiles)
Ch 6: His Omega (8.4k, ABO AU, high school AU, chubby Stiles, pining)
Omegas are supposed to be soft, but Stiles realizes he's taken that a little too far.
If there's any story so far here I'd go back and finish, it would be this one. It's one of my favorites. But it's still been almost a year since I worked on it and I wanted to share it/get it out of my WIP drafts folder.
BTW, no MPREG. I think it might not even be mentioned in this portion of the fic.
This is for those of you who want to read about chubby Stiles and chubby Derek and don't mind plots that aren't resolved. Posted here for chubby kink posterity. Because that's a thing, right?
Decided to revive my WIP Amnesty posts. I started with two new ones that havenāt been seen on my tumblr, but will also add the ones from here at some point.
Ch 1-Ch 3: Derek Hale and the Magic Weight Gain Curse (7k | chubby Derek, chubby Stiles, weight gain, insecurity)
Derek rejects the wrong witch, and is cursed to gain weight until no one finds him attractive anymore. The problem is, Stiles thinks he's burning hot at every weight.
Ch 4:Ā Nice ThingsĀ (4k | Ā college AU, chubby Derek, chubby Stiles, weight gain, hurt/comfort)
In which Stiles wouldn't wake up early for an 8AM class to get coffee for just anyone and Derek is convinced he doesn't deserve nice things.Ā
Random Chubby!Stiles headcanon: Derek and Stiles have been dating for a while, and Stiles always steals Derek's clothes (a), they're oversized and Stiles loves that, b) they smell like Derek.) Derek pretends to hate it but he loves it of course. But Even lies gets a desk job that causes him to put on weight, until one day when he goes to put on his favorite sweater (one he stole from Derek early on) and he finds that it doesn't fit. Cue blushing Stiles and turned-on Derek. Hot chubby sex ensues.
Ehehe I love it! Stiles growing too fat for Derekās bigger clothes is such a great concept šĀ I started writing some short thing a bit like this ages ago actually itās probably still in my drafts but I should finish itā¦
I finishedĀ my longest fic on AO3 last night (apologies, no chubbiness to be found in it) and decided to write a small, self-indulgent sequel to my first ever tumblr fic Inevitable as a reward to myself.Ā
(if this was rated, it would be rated explicit, btw)
Stiles is, honestly, adorable.
And Derek does not say that lightly.
In fact, he doesnāt think he's ever said that word out loud before. His sisters probably would have died in shock.
But Stiles is adorable. From the full lashes over his big brown eyes, the way his lips quirk when he smiles, to the way he squirms when he's tickled and protests when he's teased and never hesitates to give back better than he gets.
His tummy is also adorable.
It was adorable the first time Derek had stepped into his bakery and seen it poking out his flour-covered 'Sweet Thing' t-shirt, small and round. It was adorable when they'd first started dating six months ago, when another ten pounds had given it an addicting softness for Derek to rub and hug and squeeze and suck hickies into. And it's adorable these days, too, now that it's swollen with another thirty or so pounds and soft like the pastry dough he kneads. Derek still has to remind Stiles that Derek can more than handle a few extra pounds, but Stiles needs the reassurance less and less often now.
But, tonight? Adorable isn't the word that comes to mind. Not with Stiles spread out decadently before him, naked body plush with curves. His dark eyes are on him, and Derek can see the lingering self-consciousness warring with arousal behind them. Derek isn't good at saying important things out loud, so instead he leans over him, knees pressing into his soft hips, and kisses him. It quickly turns sloppy and dirty and Stiles groans, tangling his fingers in Derek's hair, tugging him deeper into his mouth.
As they kiss, Derek rubs a hand up his stomach. He gives the chubby side of it a squeeze and Stiles moans. When heās distracted from embarrassment, Stiles gets pretty aroused from attention paid to his chubbiest parts. And, seeing as his thickening curves drive Derek crazy, it's not exactly a hardship.
He slides his hand up the yielding slope of his upper belly, up to cup the soft flesh over his chest. Stiles cries out when he tweaks a nipple. Stiles had complained the other day about having 'moobs'. And, sure, Derek had noticed with fascination how the last few pounds he's put on have softened his chest. Stiles can complain all he wants but Derek doesn't see a downside when his nipples have gotten this much more sensitive.
Derek gives Stiles one more sloppy kiss and then attaches his mouth over one of his nipples.
"Jesus!" Stiles yelps, arching up. Derek smiles around his -- okay, maybe he is thinking of them as small breasts in his head, even if he knows better than to ever, ever say it out loud -- and runs the flat of his tongue over Stiles's peaked nipple.
"Oh, god, jesus, Derek," Stiles groans.
Derek readjusts onto his elbows and their bellies are pressed together now. Stiles's is rounded up in a plush curve even as he lies on his back, cushioning Derek's stomach, where he's maybe gotten a little soft lately, too. Back when he was trying to (it wasn't that awkward, shut up, Laura) court Stiles and had been stopping by the bakery almost every day to buy a pastry, he'd been able to work it off with an extra few minutes at the gym after work.
But dating Stiles is another thing entirely, with the day's leftovers he brings home, or the way he'll surprise Derek at his office with a treat during the day. After a few weeks, Derek had been vaguely aware they might have been having an effect. At first it was just a little less definition in his abs, which could be accounted for by the lighting. And then it was his dress pants taking some extra time to fasten, which could be accounted for by him drying them in Stiles's apartment building's dryer for the first time. Then there was Cora poking at his midsection and teasing him about dating a baker, but that could be accounted for by her being a little jerk.
But then there was Stiles squeezing his belly -- where there shouldn't have been anything to squeeze -- as Derek took a bite of his third pastry of the night. Stiles had pointed out, with a shit-eating grin, "Looking like you're liking my pastries."
Derek had glared at him while stuffing the last bite of the pastry into his mouth -- which probably proved Stiles's point but he wasn't going to be petty in the face of something so delicious.
"Not as much as you like your own," he'd pointed out once he'd swallowed, and poked Stiles in his much fatter middle.
"Shut up," Stiles had said crossly, slapping his hand away. "I had a year head start on you, not counting the freshman fifteen, which you probably never even heard of. Also, ow."
Derek had laughed even as he'd pushed up Stiles's shirt -- which had already ridden up a couple inches -- and rubbed over Stiles's tummy soothingly.
He knows he should just cut back on the pastries, but every time he thinks it, it's always followed by 'after just one more'.Ā If he ever would have been inclined to blame Stiles for his own weight -- and he never would -- he definitely couldnāt now. Not when he himself was falling prey to the same baked goods that were responsible for his boyfriendās comfortable figure.
Tonight, Derek grips Stiles's soft hips and kisses down the middle of his chest, down to his tummy where his lips sink into the softness in a way they didn't used to. And he says, as he scoots further down the bed, "You feel so good, Stiles."
"Right back 'atcha, Der," Stiles tells him. Or starts to, when Derek swallows his cock down and Stiles is cut off by his own unintelligible cry.
"Hmm?" Derek asks, pulling off.
"Nothing," Stiles pants as he waves a dismissive hand. "Just keep on... doing what you were planning on doing."
"Really?" Derek asks. He pumps Stiles's cock with one hand. "It sounded like you were going to say something important."
"Nothing -- augh," Stiles cuts himself off as Derek innocently licks under the head of his cock.
"What was that?"
"Nothing important, asshole," Stiles says.
Derek hums, but does it as he takes Stiles's in again and Stiles lets out another cry. Derek meets Stiles's eyes -- or rather, would if his head wasn't thrown back with his eyes shut -- as he swirls his tongue around the shaft while giving decadent belly a squeeze.
Hi! I'm not sure if you and your wifey have discussed this at all, but in Going Up, Bucky was previously a fit guy from being at War (I think) how did he gain his weight from that point, to where the fic starts off at, where I think it's said he was about 230? Did he just, let himself go? Did he purposely gain that weight?
Oh, what a nice question, anon! Well, Iām not sure that @d-lightfulexcess and I had a super specific explanation beyond āBuckyās getting chubby, thatās pretty hot, Steve thinks so too,ā but I think I can speak for myself and my wife and say that Bucky probably just kindaā¦got out of the military and realized he didnāt have to care so much anymore? Like he could eat a pizza, or ice cream, or Oreos, or whatever, and there was no real reason not to do it, if it felt good and he wanted to? And he didnāt have to run five miles a day and hit the gym all the time, if he didnāt feel like it. He could order carryout and buy Girl Scout cookies and just live his life. And use the elevator. :)
So Bucky would probably have just been a chunky ex-military dude, except Steve shows up and tells him, āHey, eat this ridiculous amount of stuff while I say obnoxious things to you,ā and so of course Bucky does, because who can possibly resist that? And thenā¦ta da! A very big Bucky ensues.
That was more or less exactly what I imagined, although I donāt think we discussed it, specifically. I think it was probably just that once it was clearly no longer a matter of life and death, Bucky realized that there was food everywhere, all the time - unexpected cake, donuts in the office kitchen, the odd box or 18 of Girl Scout cookies, whatever - and decided he might as well eat it. And then he met Steve, who liked telling him to eat things and then giving him all kinds of crap about it, and Bucky was totally into that, and it is a truth universally recognized that two mutually compatible weirdos should probably go ahead and be weirdos together, right?
one of the best things in the world is to press yourself into someone from behind and feel their back chub squished up against you, while you use your hands to jiggle and squeeze their tummy
Yuri on ice. Yuri been chubby but Revenge feed his boyfriend Victor to fat
Hehehe, of course! Here you go!!
Itās the off-season Yuuri has been getting chubby again, and Viktor has been teasing him mercilessly. Theyāre secure enough in their relationship now that Yuuri known how much Viktor adores his body year-round, but itās excessive! Itās getting in the way of practice! Viktor is out of hand!
Yuuri comes up with the plan while Skyping Pitchit. Theyāre all older now and donāt think Yuuri hasnāt noticed that Viktorās metabolism has taken a hit! Yuuri is fuelled by good-natured revenge but also by plain curiosity. He wonders what Viktor might look like with 10, 20 maybe 50 pounds more on his frame.
He starts at home by calling his mom and getting some of Viktorās favourite recipes. He cooks more often and in larger quantities. Itās nice in general because Viktor feels taken care of but it also doesnāt take long for the first few pounds to make their way to Viktorās hips and chin.
Yuuri doubles in effort, taking Viktor out more and buying some of his favourite pastries. Itās a slow process since theyāre still practicing hard every day but itās really starting to pay off. Viktor has a little starter belly and his ass is starting to be too big for his pants. He doesnāt notice until they rip and even then he chalks it up to normal wear and tear and buys bigger ones without looking at the size.
Yurio notices immediately but Viktor doesnāt take him too seriously. He has a small overhang and the softness has spread to his thighs and arms by the time he realizes whatās happened. When it finally happens, Yuuri expects him to get mad but heās actually delighted? He finally gets to have some of the alluring curves heās been admiring on his boyfriend for years and Yuuri takes immense pleasure in gently tormenting him for it.
Imagine being very full and walking around the house with your pants button undone and your shirt up, exposing your round belly and your partner constantly hugging you from behind. Jiggling and rubbing your squishy gut. š
Congratulations on the negative comment... I think? Either way, let the haters hate. My kink is kink shaming the shamers. Keep writing your delicious chub stories!
thanks anon! I feel like Iāve been waiting for a year for the otherĀ āshoeā to drop with the comments, and this comment was really nothing that bad, but itās nice to finally get one and realize I donāt care as much as I thought I would? if that makes sense
I do feel self-conscious writing chubby kink in my pornstar Stiles fic. I think that one and my regency one have a number of readers who arenāt into chubby kink (though I assume didnāt mind it too much). But I try to tell myself itās like when I read a BDSM story (not one of my kinks but Iāve still enjoyed stories with it) and stop when it gets too hardcore for me to enjoy. But I donāt judge the author for that.
Would you be able to do a chubby Yuuri fic where he's wearing tight clothes and Viktor just can't keep his eyes off his tummy and thighs and maybe involves feeding and belly rubs?
I couldnāt do a full fic but I hope you enjoy these headcanons!!
Retirement has been treating Yuuri well. It still feels weird to think of the word retirement when heās only 28 years old, but itās been nice to focus on things other than skating. He has a job that uses his degree and time to spend with Viktor, his husband. Something heās enjoyed lately has been fashion. Yuuri was never interested in clothes as a youth but now with the confidence to try things and encouragements from Viktor heās been building a pretty nice wardrobe.
The thing about his wardrobe is that most of the clothes in it are a size medium. Yuuri hasnāt been retired for too long before he started putting on weight again. His life has been pretty good and he hasnāt been stress eating except before his job interview, but his body naturally puts on the weight it thinks it should have, biologically speaking. The clothes Yuuri picked out in the tail end of his career are all starting to get snug.
He wears them anyway because theyāre cute and heās cute and itās driving Viktor mad. The colourful patterns and slinky fabrics have a way of hugging Yuuriās every curve. Shirts tuck into his back rolls and at the front his belly button leaves a tantalizing indent. His pants highlight his crotch and ass in ways Viktor could only dream of. His belts dig into his hips, pushing his belly to extra prominence. Finally, Viktor canāt keep his hands to himself.
Yuuri comes in from work one afternoon, his thin sweater getting practically transparent around the more prominent swells of his body leaving even his chest fairly exposed. His pants are pretty new but already theyāre getting worn where his thighs rub. Heās wearing a long necklace and the bobble rests atop the curve of his stomach. Viktor pounces, stripping him at once. He has to touch, he has to feel, he rubs Yuuriās belly and Yuuri moans, arching into his touch.
From that point on, Viktor makes it a point to hand feed Yuuri desserts as often as possible and make sure that Yuuri bursts out of every new item of clothing he purchases no mather how nice it might be.
I got my first negative comment ever about having weight gain in one of my stories (the pornstar AU). It wasnāt even all that bad, but that still means Iāve finally made it as a chubby kink writer, right?
Do you think anyone else would have been affected by Stiles amazing baking besides Derek and Stiles himself?
Ohoho are they everā¦
Scott, Kira and Malia as bakers themselves might be affected a bit, but theyāre not nearly as gluttonous as Stiles and Derek obviously lmao. I think Malia would be the least likely to likeā¦care about some additional weight, so sheād probably put on more than a few, just sayingā¦
Iām not sure if I actually put this in the fic and Iām too lazy to check but (as to be expected with me) there was background Allydia and I had it in my heart that they were gonna get married š. Obviously the Petit Four crew would make the cake! Theyād probably put a bit of marriage weightā¦ This is getting off topic. But Ā then ok this is super random and far in the future from the actual fic but I also envisioned them having a baby and eventually one or both of them eventually become Terrifying PTA Moms and they bring the Petit Four baked goods to all the meetings and bake sales and shit, so you know, theyāre just constantly around all that stuff and probably get nice and plump.Ā
Anyone at the Sheriffās Station is probably in for some weight gain, too, letās be real. Even though Derek eats more than his fair share of donuts there are always plenty more. Boyd, Isaac, Erica, Parrish, and mayyyybe even the Sheriff himself are like, constantly tempted by delicious donuts so itās only to be expected ehehe.Ā
And as for Jackson, in this verse I imagined him as a defense attorney (which i also didnāt end up putting in the fic lol), so he ends up hooked on the donuts too. Very begrudgingly, he admits to himself that maybe those losers are pretty good at this shit and starts visiting the bakery for treats after a hard day. And maybe he starts filling out his impeccably tailored suits a bit more than heād likeā¦. But he just canāt resist. His favorites are the seasonal pumpkin spice macarons which Stiles always makes fun of him for.
Soooo I guess the short answer is everyone bc thatās just who I am as a personā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦.Ā
