#chubby reader

[ichxraaa]

you break a nail and geto does your hair for you until it heals, it doesn't matter if you tell him it's fine, it doesn't matter if you plan to go very simple until you aren't in danger of snapping your nail, and you're grateful of course, problem is once you have to do it on your own again you aren't nearly as good as he is.

geto doesn't mind teaching you to make that braid that you loved, but he'd much rather do it himself again if he is being honest.

[keepwritingcuca]

second nature - part 9

pairing: OT8!skz (platonic) x f!reader; idol!changbin x f!reader

genre: romance, comedy, chaos

warning: swearing

ss: 16

summary: changbin and reader are two clueless idiots. felix babysits.

a/n: this one begins in felix's pov, but only for the group chat. also i think the order is right, but honestly, im so tired i can barely keep my eyes open.

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permanent taglist: @lilyxii, @clairementsolo

second nature taglist: @wedontknowherorhimorthem, @my-neurodivergent-world, @jordan1024, @thedistractedwriter, @csb-87, @ayoo-bangtan, @niku0704, @procrastinatingtomato, @juju-227592, @skzcodered, @danielle143, @felixstarz, @zerefdragn33l, @barbie-girl84

skz taglist: @fatbitchgeek-blog

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[pleasetouchme-blog]

𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 ( 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐱 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

"Mhn~You taste so fucking good Y/N" He said swirling his tongue around your clit softly sucking it into his mouth his tongue piercing slightly cold on your pink bud. Causing you to moan out releasing your sweet nectar into his mouth and he drinks it all up loving the way it slides down his throat feeling his neck get warm with excitement

⋘ ᴛʀʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ... ⋙

[ichxraaa]

— the idea of sugawara kōshi being a freak with the kindest smile and a pierced cock haunts me ｡𖦹°‧ᥫ᭡

mdni!

sugawara sensei, you sweet coworker, kind, polite, he listens to his students concerns and actually cares. you've heard the advice he gives out when he thinks no one is watching, how encouraging he can be. he helps the old teachers with the stuff they can't no longer do, like running extra errands for them; he's specially sweet to the elderly teacher who is about to retire, hana-san, a sweet woman who lost his husband and sugawara always takes the time to walk to her car. 

sweet sugawara sensei and the slight crush you might have been denying cause it's not worth pursuing it because you'll be switching schools soon enough anyway, sweet sugawara sensei whose kind eyes have been eyeing you all night as you and the rest of your coworkers take a few drinks at the local izakaya.

you can feel the heat of his gaze as he takes a long sip of his beer, his dark penetrating eyes not missing a bit of the way you absentmindedly lick the rim of your glass.

sweet sugawara sensei turning out to be not so sweet once he has you back in his apartment, tongue rough and harsh as he presses your back against the wall, fingers desperate and firm on their grip at the nape of your head, angling your face in the perfect way as he kisses you, he's rutting into you with the desperation of a hungry animal, drinking in the way you moan at the way his other hand has begun teasing your nipples. 

his mouth is devoid of that sweet patience, now he is pure filth and an edge of dark intent. "how pretty".

his hands find the warmth of your pussy, and his eyes glint with the eager mischief of man who has been thinking about bending you over his lap since the day he first laid eyes on you. 

his fingers are cold when they meet with the damp heat of your core. "you're already so wet for me, do you have any idea how much I've been wondering what kind of face you'd make when I finally got my hands on you?"

his thumb softly caresses your bud, a soft tentative touch that has your aching core throbbing and makes you arch into his touch, his eyes light up at the sight, utterly enjoying how sensitive you are.

when he takes his cock out of his pants you can't help the surprised gasp, he doesn't only have the prettiest cock you've ever seen, but it curves upwards in a delicious way and the thick vein at the underside throbs with excitement. but that's not what makes you gasp, is the shiny metal piece on the tip of his head, the prince albert kind if your little knowledge on the topic is not failing you. 

sweet sugawara sensei who smiles at you so warmly, teasing your clit as he rubs the cold metal against your clit, fingers digging at the soft flesh of your waist for leverage as he completely savors the way you unravel at his pace, at his teasing. "do you like the way that feels? I had a feeling—" his voice, so driven and low against your ear halts, the friction of your wet folds tugging at the sensitive head of his cock making him lose his breath for a second, your hips are moving on their own, trying to match his pace and retrieve the lost friction, sugawara’s eyes darken and the small chuckle he lets out sounds like a threat; god, you are so hot. 

"i can't wait to see what kind of face you'll make once I'm in deep inside you, you gonna be able to take it, right?"

you nod, too hazed out by the perfect stimulation and the perfect assault at your nipples by his calloused fingers. 

sweet sugawara sensei who seems to not be so sweet anymore, his mouth is an obscene declaration of all his perversions and his tongue is salacious on his marking intent.

"i think you can beg" you hold onto his shoulders trying to find some leverage from the way he keeps rubbing against your aching clit, you look out for his face. your lips finding his again, unable to keep listening to his words without giving into his demands; you have the terrifying feeling he would be able to make good on his threats. 

he lets you hide your moan on the wet kiss you're sharing, he doesn't mind waiting, he doesn't mind taking his time, actually, he is really looking forward to being able to take his sweet time with you, drive you to the point when you can no longer hide, when you'll be sobbing and begging from the stretch of his cockkmolding you around his cadence, around his size, until all you can see and think about is him.

“you’re going to look so pretty when i finally have you begging”.

[animeandhorrorgirl]

WHAT IM WORKING ON!

50 yards- yandere Polly! Deja blu team x human reader!

Self awareness yandere au! Part four!

Self aware yandere Deja blu

[paperellina]

and yes tojis favourite thing about chubby reader is being able to bite you and squeeze you literally anywhere but lowk you have to remind him to be gentle😢😢 ughhahahhhhh he loves it

[staying-soft-reactions]

express / belobog - m!honkai star rail x chubby fem!reader

You cry when he tells you he loves your body.

featuring. caelus, dan heng, welt yang, gepard landau, sampo koski, luka cw/tags (19+ Only | Minors DNI). discussion/acknowledgement of body image issues, insecurity, verbal affirmation, affection, varied relation status, no beta

Caelus

You had been tugging at the hem of your shirt for the last twenty minutes, pulling it down over your stomach every time you shifted on the parlor car bench. You weren't even thinking about it, having done this for years out of reflex.

Flatten. Smooth. Adjust. Repeat.

Caelus was lying on the opposite bench, legs dangling off the end, tossing a baseball toward the ceiling and catching it repeatedly.

"Hey, could you stop doing that?" he asked, still throwing the baseball.

"Stop doing what?"

"The thing with your shirt." He caught the ball one final time and sat up, looking directly at you so plainly honest it almost felt rude. "You keep pulling at it. You've been doing it ever since you got on board."

Heat flooded your face. "It rides up."

"Okay--so let it ride up then if that's how it wants to fit."

"Caelus--"

"I'm serious." He swung his legs to the floor, elbows on his knees, leaning toward you. "You know what I see when your shirt rides up? You, that's what I see. You keep trying to hide yourself even though I like every single bit of you."

You stopped breathing.

He kept going. "Your thighs? Incredible. Your arms? I think about your arms... kind of a weird amount actually. And your stomach--okay, I know you hate your stomach, you told me once and I've been mad about it ever since--but I love it. I love how you look. All of it. Not in spite of anything. Just... I don't know, all of it."

The tears hit before you could form a single word.

His face went from earnest to panicked in a heartbeat. "Wait--no, that was supposed to be a good thing, I was trying to--"

"It is a good thing," you choked out, pressing both hands over your mouth because your whole face was crumpling. "You can't just say stuff like that."

"Um I can and I will? Frequently? Starting now and continuing forever?--I mean you said is was a good thing sooo not seeing the problem now."

You laughed through a sob and he crossed over and pulled you against his chest, arms folding around you completely, chin on top of your head.

"Every bit," he repeated against your hair. "No exceptions."

Your hands fisted in the back of his jacket and in that moment, you believed him.

Dan Heng

You didn't realize he was watching.

You stepped out of the shower and caught yourself in the narrow mirror of the Express bathroom, still dripping. And you done what you always did, turned sideways, sucked in, looked at every place you felt that your body curved too far or took up too much space, pinched your hip, pressed a hand flat against your belly and frowned.

The door was open a crack. You hadn't noticed.

Dan Heng didn't bring it up right away. That wasn't how he worked. He waited until the had enough context, and then mulled over his words carefully before expressing them.

It came three days later on the observation deck, his shoulder near yours in the dark.

"You hold yourself like an apology," he said.

You blinked. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"The way you stand. The way you sit. You fold inward, make yourself smaller." A pause. "...You don't need to do that."

"Dan Heng, I--"

"I've read about this. The way one's body image can affect their view of themselves..." His voice stayed low, controlled, but something underneath it pressed against the edges. "While I know my words won't change this... You should know that I find nothing about your body that requires correction. Your shape, your frame, the way you feel when I--" He stopped. Reset. "I notice you. More than I'm comfortable admitting. And everything I notice, I've wanted ever since."

The air between you went very still.

"You can't mean that," you whispered.

His head turned and his eyes found your in the dark and the look in them was so utterly certain, that your chest caved in.

"I don't say things I'm unprepared to stand behind." he stated plainly.

The first tear fell and you looked away fast, jaw tight, trying to swallow the whole thing back down. His hand found your wrist. Not pulling. Just circling it, thumb against your pulse.

"Don't turn away from me," he said quietly. "Not for this."

You broke. A sound tore out of you that you'd been holding for years.

He drew you into him and pressed his mouth to your temple, letting yourself go through the motions until your breathing finally settled.

Welt Yang

He was sketching.

You grew used to him drawing at odd hours, pencil moving in that patient, deliberate way of his. He sketched the Express. He sketched planets from the window. He sketched Stelle mid-argument and March pretending not to pose.

You hadn't realized he was sketching you until the page fell open on the parlor table while he was making tea.

It was your profile from three nights ago. You were reading, legs tucked beneath you on the bench, one arm resting across your middle. He drew every curve with an incredible amount of care. The roundness of your cheek. The line where your thigh pressed full against the cushion. The place where your shirt gathered at your waist.

Nothing hidden. Nothing minimized.

"Welt." Your voice came out strange. "Why did you--"

He set down two cups and looked at the open page without embarrassment. "Because I wanted to remember how you looked in that light.ing"

"But you drew--" You gestured at the page, at the body on it, at all the parts you would have erased. "You drew everything."

"Yes." He sat across from you and adjusted his glasses. "That was the point."

"I don't look like that though."

"You look exactly like that." He said steadily without hesitation. "I have spent a long time learning to see what's actually in front of me... And what is in front of me is someone worth capturing accurately." He turned the notebook toward you. "Every line here is something I admire. I would not have drawn it otherwise."

You stared at the page and your vision blurred.

"I--sorry." You pushed the heel of your hand against your eye. "That's--no one's ever--"

"Then you have been around remarkably unobservant people."

A laugh jumped out of you, broken as he reached across the table and folded your free hand between both of his, thumbs running slow across your knuckles.

"I will draw you as many times as it takes," he said, "for you to see what I see."

Gepard Landau

He practiced what he was wanting to say to you.

You knew this because Serval told you, barely containing her glee, that her little brother had been pacing her workshop for half an hour muttering to himself with your name constantly in the mix.

"I don't know what he's planning," she said, "but I haven't seen him this wound up since his promotion ceremony."

So when Gepard appeared at your apartment that evening, still in full Silvermane regalia, standing at a posture that was somehow even more rigid than usual, you had some warning. Just not enough.

"I need to speak with you," he said.

"O...kay?"

"It has come to my attention--" He stopped. Started again. "I have observed that you--no. That isn't right either." He pressed his gloved fingers to the bridge of his nose. "I had this memorized."

"Gepard, are you alright?"

"You hold your coat closed when you walk beside me," he said, blunt and suddenly. "You cross your arms in public. You apologize whenever we sit close together and... last week you told me you were surprised I wanted to be seen with you and I have not been able to stop thinking about it since."

The hallway was very quiet.

"I am not skilled at this," he continued, and a flush was climbing his neck above the armor collar.

"I speak more easily about strategy and defense than about--but you need to hear this from me directly. Your body is not something to apologize for. It is--you are-" His jaw worked. "When I see you, what I feel is not obligation or charity. It is desire. It is admiration, and I will not stand by while you convince yourself otherwise."

Your hand came up over your mouth but it was too late. The sound that escaped was small and fractured and completely beyond your control and Gepards composure crumbled instantly.

"Was that--did I say it wrong? I can start over. I prepared a second version just in ca--"

"A second version," you repeated, half-sobbing, half-laughing.

"Serval said my first draft was too formal." he admitted, unknowingly exposing his sisters lie to you.

You grabbed the front of his breastplate and pulled him into to kiss him. He made a startled sound against your mouth and then his hands found your waist over your coat, thumbs pressing into the give of you through the fabric.

"Was that... acceptable then?" he asked when you pulled back, slightly dazed.

"And then some," you said still crying but with a smile.

Sampo Koski

It started with the worst pick-up line you'd ever heard.

"Are you a Silvermane Knight? Because you've got me under arrest and I'm not even mad about it~♥" He leaned across the market stall with both elbows down, chin in his hands, grinning at you with zero shame.

You walked away, but he showed up the next day.

"Did it hurt when you fell from the upper city? Because you look divine--and slightly illegal."

"Go away, Sampo."

Day five. "I've been to a lot of places on this planet. Frozen wastelands, underground tunnels, several rooms I was not welcome in. And the most stunning view is standing right in front of me buying groceries."

Day nine. "You must be an artifact from before the Eternal Freeze because you are a treasure and I'd like to claim you for my personal collection."

Day twelve. "Is your name Penacony? Because you're a dream come--wait, that one wouldn't make sense unless you've been. Hold on, let me--"

"Why are you doing this?" You finally turned on him, bags in hand. "Every day, Sampo. Pick-up lines. At me. Is this a new bit or something?"

"A bit!" He clutched his chest as though pained. "She calls it a bit."

"Look at me." You gestured at yourself--all of yourself, the full obvious picture. "You don't use lines like those on someone who looks like me unless it's a joke."

His grin vanished like a curtain yanked sideways to show the bare wall behind it.

"That," he said, "is the dumbest thing anyone has ever said to me, and I once had a man try to sell me my own shoes."

"Sampo--"

"Who told you that? Who put that idea in your head?" He stepped forward. "I've been showing up to this market every day like a fool because you're gorgeous and I'd rather have you roll your eyes at me for 10 minutes than not have your attention at all."

Your bags hit the ground as your vision blurred.

"Wait, no--Shit." His hands fluttered. "That was supposed to land smooth, that was supposed to be--"

"You're so stupid," you managed, crying fully now in the middle of a Belobog street market.

His face softened as the corner of his lips turned up. "Yup. I'm the absolute worst, now come here already will you?"

You did, and he wrapped himself around you, petting your hair as you soaked his shoulder with your tears.

"Okay--I realize the timing isn't great, but is it safe to say you wouldn't say no if I asked you out to dinner now?" Fortunately you couldn't see the grin on his face, or you might have smacked it.

Luka

You were sitting on the bench in the training area, stretching out a cramp, while pulling at your workout clothes the way you always did after you exercised, making sure nothing was clinging in the wrong places or showing too much of what you didn't want seen.

Luka noticed and dropped onto the bench beside you. His mechanical arm hung loose between his knees while he caught his breath.

"Can I ask you something?" he said.

"Uh, yeah sure. What's up?"

"When you train--and you train hard, I've seen it... do you feel strong?"

You considered your answer a moment before nodding. "During, yeah. Sometimes."

"And after?"

You didn't respond, but your hand was already at the hem of your shirt, tugging.

"Yeah." He nodded slowly, like you confirmed something he already knew. "I kinda figured." He flexed his mechanical arm. "You know how long it took me to stop hiding this thing?"

You looked at him surprised.

"I used to keep it covered constantly. Sleeves, wraps, whatever I could find. Because I figured people saw it and saw weakness." He turned his hand over, looking at his metal fingers. "Took me a while to understand that this arm is part of what makes me capable."

"That's different, Luka."

"Yes and no..." He turned to face you. "I watched you move, your body can do incredible things. You're powerful. Your legs, your core, the way you throw your weight behind a hit... but then you finish and you start hiding again like none of your effort counts because of your shape."

His real hand reached over and caught yours, pulling it away from your shirt. "But it does count. Your body isn't something to work around. It's the whole reason you're as strong as you are."

The gym was silent except for a pipe dripping somewhere distant.

"You...really see that?" you whispered.

"Every time you walk in here." He said with a grin. "And I wish you could see it too because the view from where I'm sitting is pretty unreal."

You pressed your face into your hands and your shoulders shook and he pulled you sideways into him so your head was against his shoulder, and pressed his mouth to the top of your head.

TAG LIST: *empty*

a/n. ngl I wrote this mainly with 19 y.o. me in mind, because she has no idea someone is about to pop up in her life to say exactly this (and more), only for her (me) to be marrying that same guy in a few months 10 years later.

[keepwritingcuca]

birthday cake leftovers

pairing: idol!yunho (platonic) x f!reader; idol!mingi (platonic) x f!reader

genre: comedy, chaos, slice of life

warning: swearing

words: 1.1k

summary: just mingi and yunho, being mingi and yunho. there's birthday cake involved.

a/n: every time i go on pinterest in search for pictures, i genuinely lose myself 😭 i had this in my drafts for so long, i almost forgot about it 😅 also it's my birthday month, let me celebrate it in advance 😂

lemme know your thoughts 👀

hope you like it 🤞🏻

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i pause the movie as i hear movement outside my bedroom door. i try my hardest to hear what’s been said, but it sounds muffled.

“that’s weird…” i mumble as I get up from my bed and slide my feet into my slippers.

i glance at my phone and it reads two-thirty-seven at night. zero notifications from my roommate – she’s not supposed to be home for another three hours, so why is she home?

i put on my robe and wrap it tightly around me as i try to open my door as quietly as i can. the hallway is dark, but some light shines from the kitchen.

the hushed voices get louder as I carefully get closer.

“be careful – or you’ll wake her!” someone whispers.

“we’re fine! she sleeps like a log!”

i stop in my tracks. i know these voices.

my phone vibrates in my hand. a message from my roommate.

got sent home earlier. will be home soon-ish.

riiiight.

so, who the fuck is in my kitchen then?

i go back to the hall closet and grab the wooden bat.

as i tip toe closer back to the kitcken, i can hear them talking more clearly.

"use a smaller plate."

"why?"

"the bigger plate makes it look like we took more."

"we are taking more."

"yeah, but it looks suspicious."

i close my eyes and take a deep breath as i recognise the voices.

still clutching the bat in my hand, i round around the corner and stand in front of the kitchen entrance.

and there they are.

yunho and mingi.

annoying neighbours from across the hall.

even more annoying friends from across the hall.

they said they weren’t coming back.

so why are they standing in my kitchen at 2 a.m., like they never left.

i cross my arms across my chest. tongue poking at my inner cheek.

the two idiot giants i call friends, were standing in front of my fridge with the door wide open. mingi holding a dessert plate while yunho holds the leftover birthday cake from the party they threw for me hours earlier.

both far too focused on the task at hand. slicing my cake as if it were a science.

"what are you doing?" my voice was low.

they still jumped like frightened pandas.

"fucking hell!!" yunho yelped, nearly dropping the cake.

mingi struggled to balance the plate in his hand, almost dropping it as well.

"what are you doing?" mingi shot back.

i stared at him.

then at the plate in his hand.

then at yunho.

who was still holding my birthday cake.

"you broke into my apartment."

"we didn't break in," yunho argued immediately.

"you are literally inside my apartment at almost three in the morning."

"we used a key."

"that is still breaking in! and the key is for emergencies!"

they look at each other. then at me.

"this is an emergency"

i deadpan at them. can't even believe these two and their idiotic logic.

"cake is not an emergency"

they both gasp, ofended.

"you take that back!"

i drop my head onto my hand as they clutch the plates to their chest to the best of their abilities.

i sometimes wonder how im friends with them. truly.

"you ate cake three hours ago," i reminded them. "before you all left after the party was over."

"exactly."

i frowned.

yunho frowned back.

"as in recently."

"no," he said. "as in three hours ago."

"...that's recent."

"not in cake time."

i stared at him.

"what does that even mean?"

"it means," mingi cut in seriously, "that three hours is a long time to go without cake."

i looked between them.

neither laughed.

neither even smiled.

the idiots were completely serious.

"oh my god."

"we were suffering," Yunho said.

"you were asleep."

"and hungry."

"you have food."

"we wanted cake."

"i sent you home with cake"

both of them paused.

then mingi pointed at the slice sitting on the plate in his hands.

"this is cake."

"yes... so is the one at your apartment"

"the cake at our apartment is gone."

"because you ate it."

"exactly."

i blinked. slowly. painfully.

the logic somehow made less sense every time they spoke.

i looked toward the ceiling as if some higher power might explain why these two had been allowed to reach adulthood.

no answer came.

"do the others know you're here?"

the guilty silence answered immediately. my eyes narrowed.

"yunho."

"it wasn't planned."

"mingi."

"we were watching a movie."

"at your apartment."

"then yunho said he wanted more cake."

yunho pointed accusingly.

"you agreed."

"because you made a compelling argument."

"what argument?"

"'there's still cake at her place.'"

i let out a long sigh.

the two of them stood there looking absurdly pleased with themselves.

one holding a plate. the other, still clutching half my birthday cake.

like oversized toddlers caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

"you're unbelievable."

"we get that a lot."

"get out."

they gasped. again. honestly was starting to think they practised it.

"you'd throw us out?" yunho asked, pouting. looking like a kicked puppy.

the audacity of these grown men weaponising their cuteness after breaking into my apartment.

"you broke into my apartment."

"with permission."

"i did not give permission."

"you gave us the emergency key."

"FOR EMERGENCIES."

"this was an emergency."

i raised the bat slightly.

yunho immediately hid behind mingi. cowards. both of them.

mingi looked down at him.

"you said she wouldn't be mad." he whispered, or tried to.

"i thought she'd still be asleep."

"that's not what I asked."

"well, now she's awake and armed."

while they bickered like children. my stomach thought it would be a great time to manifest its hunger.

we froze at the sound. i'm mortified while they look entertained.

they slowly got closer to me. painfully slow, while holding the cake and three forks.

it feels like im being coerced into the dark side. damn them and their good looks.

i reluctantly lower the bat until i let it drop on the floor. they try to contain their giggles, while i try not to smile at their antics.

they guide me to the couch, and i go along. no point in fighting them, honestly. they eventually tire you out and it's best if you just surrender while you're ahead.

yunho settles beside me with a victorious grin while mingi carefully places the cake on the coffee table like we've just completed some important mission.

three forks.

half a birthday cake.

outside, the building is silent.

inside, my apartment is occupied by two idiots who think wanting cake is an emergency worth breaking into my apartment for.

i watch them argue over who gets the bigger slice and shake my head.

maybe i should be annoyed.

maybe i should throw them out.

instead, i steal the first bite of cake while they're distracted.

their offended protests fill the room immediately.

and somehow, despite the broken sleep, the near heart attack, and the fact that they technically broke into my apartment, i can't stop smiling.

some birthdays just refuse to end.

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