#chubby user

[bigangelfan1]

Bokuto (TimeSkip) x Chubby!Reader

Loud music, blinding lights and tasteless drinks filled the air around; usually, it was quiet, not many people came and not many people cared, it was like a little place where people just went to get wasted, cry and go back to their normal lifes.

That's why you liked coming here, a place where you could drink until getting dumb as you cried your heart out about the problems with your boyfriend, witouth anyone judging, just listening like if they cared; like therapy, but, cheaper.

That was.. until now. Tonight, exactly at the same time you always told your boyfriend you were going to a "friend's house".

A very important volleyball team; MSBY Jackals if you recall well, won a match against one of their biggest rivals; Adlers.. something, volleyball isn't your strenght, you only know this because the place is filled by the members of both teams and magazines being handed out by the owner themselves.

Their laughs, jokes, talks and the amount of times they called for refills were giving you the biggest headache; after this, you'll probably need to start injecting medicine instead of drinking it.

Sometimes you side eyed the table and noticed three guys totally quiet, even one member of the winning team with the biggest frown.. Is he really a part of the team?.

"Hey, what's a pretty thing doing here?"

Masculine voice, loud, energetic and drunk, very drunk woke you from the toughts; Great, now someone was trying to flirt with you, in the worst moment possible. You tried to ignore him, pretend the eyes making holes on the back of your head were just an hallucination made by the drinks, and it almost worked.. but he didn't shut up.

"I saw you sitting here all alone and i tought - WOW! SUCH A BABE IS HERE ALL ALONE? I NEED TO TAKE MY SHOT! - "

He might be the bravest man in the entire planet or the dumbest one. None with more than one braincell would say something like that out loud.

Your head turned with the most surprised expression in years, the drink in your hand now totally forgotten as your eyes fell on his, and then his body...wait, that shirt, that color.. he was-.

" Woah! You're even more beautiful up close ! " A big smile adorned his face, golden like owl eyes shone underneath the fluorescent lights; it was like if the world had stopped the second his mouth opened. He sounded, genuine, too genuine. That big and loud voice didn't hold any lie, any trick, or even mockery like most did.

He really think that?

" You know, many of my friends tell me that usually, the people that from far away look like angels sent from heaven, up close are the total opposite but... "

He gets quiet, but just for seconds, he doesn't look like the kind of guy that can stop talking. But, you don't mind actually.

You actually get worried when he stops.

" Can i tell you something ? "

He looks around, like an owl, taking in note everyone around, even the people passing by for refills. His hand signals you to come closer, and like a moth to a flame, you do it, you get closer; his warmth breath against your ear almost gave you shivers. But, the real shivers came with his voice.

" i think they were lying; you know? I even think that they wanted me not to talk to you "

He retreats, his hand on his chi in a thining gesture; his eyes closed like if he was thinking with all his might.

"Maybe they were trying to get your attention first.."

Was he being serious? He couldn't be right? He looked so.. weird, goofy even. He opened one eye, taking a good look at all of you before standing up and flexing his muscles at the rythm of the music.

Oh my god.

" But, you know what? I get it, you ae totally a dream come true, i wouldn't even dare to let somebody else talk to you - "

" PFFFFTTTT "

You couldn't hold it in, it was too much, his confidence, his outspoken demeanor and the way he didn't even notice how weird werw the things he was saying didn't help at all. Maybe it's the drink, the headache or the way some people looked at her like crazy; but she couldn't stop, her eyes started tearing as her throath got dry by how much laughter she was spitting; she couldn't even see well!.

" WOOOOW ! YOUR SMILE IS SOOOO GOOOD!! I WILL MAKE YOU SMILE EVEN MORE "

Unexpectedly, he started doing any kind of trick in his book; acrobatics, jumps, cheers, owl-like moves, it's like he couldn't keep still!!

But, you liked it.

Somehow, your mind was quiet; no toughts of your job, your friends, family, money, not even your own boyfriend. It was like if a ray of sunshine shone directly at you; like a dream, a beautiful and warm dream that you never want it to end.

Oh, so beautiful.

He was.. too good to be true.

[sweetthingssourpeople]

My husband and I got high this afternoon. Love how he gets so handsy when he smokes with me; he left imprints of his fingers on my lovehandles. Grinded my pussy on his abs reverse cowgirl while he jerked his cock and I played with his balls. He came sooo hard on my tummy 🥰

[frostyfoxx1]

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[bigangelfan1]

Sun Wukong x Chubby!Reader

Reader is a courtesan!

"So..you come around here often?"

"Sir, you're paying me to be here"

Silence. His train of toughts stopping as fast when his eyes widen. It took some seconds before he caressed his chin; like an long bearded men; and let go a sigh.

"Well yeah, but, i mean, if you do this often, like here with..other people"

The idea of saving himself maybe sounded well in his mind. Out loud? Seemed like he didn't have any toughts when talking.

You only nodded as your hands started to chop another one of the peaches he gave you. Slow and carefully not to harm yourself in any way. You could feel his eyes on you, waiting, or maybe, just looking, memorizing every detail.

"Well.. you're the first man who asked me to chop peaches and feed them to you.."

An frown and warmth appeared in you face at the memory. You tought he was crazy, pulling a prank or something. But, when he took a bag full of coins? It was ... Weird, too weird.

At your reaction, he smiled, an big and long smile, too happy to be fake. He leaned against his head as he looked at the sky. The tail switching back and forth like an cat when their happy.. In monkeys worked the same?.

" That's good to know. "

" i would be kind of jealous if i didn't did it first"

A murmur. Such an quiet way of talking from someone that talked like if it was the only thing he knew how to do took you off back.

Before you could answer, the warmth of his breath hitted you like an flash; gold eyes staring straight at your soul shinning like coins. Just a few centimeters away. Just milimeters.

His hand took your wrist, kindly, carefully. The hand holding the peach, moved closer to his face until he had it infront. A bite, an single bite was enough to swallow the whole fruit witouth leaving any juices, not a drop or sticky spot.

" It tastes even better than the others! "

Tha smile came back, with an warmth giggle he stepped back, letting you process everything. His eyes didn't leave you, not even as he scratched the back of his neck.

" Or maybe you have some powers that made it tastier. If that's the case, i should ask you to do this more often "

He was blushing.

An tint of pink colored his cheeks. It was noticeable, too noticeable. Made his skin look more warmth than before.

You swallowed. No trainning could have made you prepare for this; chopping fruits, sunset talks, birds and bugs singing in unison at this exact moment. Like one of those romance stories that you were forced to learn, to tell, to sing..

Not live.

A *clang* made you wake up. Your eyes fell on the object of the sound; the plate full of peaches was completly empty, the wind knock it over.

How much time has passed?

With a sigh, you stand up, cleaning your clothes from the dirt of the ground. It was your signal to go back. Your shift has ended. Because that is what this is.

An work, a shift.

"It's time i go back Sir, i hope you enjoyed this."

*"As much as i did"*

With a bow, your feet started moving away; to the same place where everything ended, where different men will come..But none of them will make you feel like this.

" I'll come back "

His voice was straight, honest and direct when you turned around. Confident, proud. He stood like if he swears it.

" I promise "

The sunset and wind came swiftly against his features; a ray of sun, the last one falling on him. Like a champion, an hero.

You couldn't part your eyes away, so entranced on the picture before you. An foolish promise, too young and wild, too imprudent. Too.. dreamy

" I'll wait for you, Sir "

A promise. So dreamy as yours.

Hii ! I hope you liked it! I've been wanting to write about LMK for like 4 months! I've been really busy with tests and projects! I'm so sorry, i promise to be lore active.

[bigangelfan1]

"Hugo…"

A moan. Just an small gasp that felt too loud in this dark and big space. Where eyes couldn´t even difference the surroundings.

It felt like if none was there.

Not a sound. Not a voice. Not even the slight sound of breath.

Just touches.

Touches that kept you sane. There was someone else other than you. Someone who´s caresses felt like heaven for seconds. But just in minutes, turned into daggers in your skin. Reminding you of the little time you had.

The little time he wanted to be with you.

The trail of saliva in your neck left by his lips send goosebumps down your entire body; something was pulsating inside of you. Warm. You knew the feeling well. But for some reason..

With him was different.

The way his hand groped your hip and waist as the other holds one of your hands in his; caressing it slowly and gently, like trying to soothe you, to stop the tears that tried to leave your eyes.

" I don´t want my sheets to be stained "

He said that the first time you asked that. His face never betraying his words.

It never did.

Not even in nights like this.

It was a routine. A simple one you could follow and did. Intimacy, cleaning and then leaving at the next morning.

Not even a bit of aftercare.

But you didn´t mind.

The cold of his bed when he left earlier didn´t erase the feeling of his hands.

Warm.

Calloused.

His thighs against yours. Muscles caressing the fat of your body always left you out of breath.

Kneading, touching, groping, squeezing, caressing or even just holding it was the best feeling you would ever imagine.

Something warm started pouring inside you, sticky as you always remembered.

From your throat escaped a whine. Fastly covered by his lips on yours. Their sweet test shutting your eyes tightly. Not that it would make a difference.

The savor of his tongue on yours was like a a dance. Passionate, warmth and slowly changing the rhythm as your bodies touched.

His free hand held your face carefully, aiming you more directly at his mouth. You could even swear he was caressing it. An soft squeeze in your cheek almost made you jump; if it wasn't for his load immediately going inside you.

Then loud sound of climax was kept between only you two. Your hand against hid chest just the feel the rumble of his pecs. He was groaning. Panting even. An slight smile appeared on your face. Felt nice customers had what they wanted.

Right. Customers.

The separation was almost immediate. The warmth inside you disappearing abruptly. An empty feeling inside you as he, aswell, took his hands and body away from yours.

The blanket fell slowly from his body. Letting you see a sight you only had when your eyes resisted against closing.

His black eyelashes fleeting as he blinked. The deep darkness of his eyes felt like an never ending void. His hair, messy and disheveled as drops of sweat glistened against skin, made him look like an Greek god.

Your eyes couldn't hold on for long, the need for rest was consuming in a way you couldn´t stop. Before you lose all of your senses, you saw how his hands slowly took the edge of the blanket and put it on top of you. His lips moving, but, you couldn´t understand what he said.

You wonder if tomorrow would be different, but the expected coldness of the morning didn´t left you any hope.

. . .

Change was something he couldn´t understand. Or, doesn´t like to.

This was it. This should be it.

He needed something to distract himself with.

After every match, every practice, his head swirled with thoughts; aswell when he was reading his books, talking with teammates.

He just needed something.

And he found someone.

He can´t say he liked the idea of having an stranger in his bed.

It wasn´t the ideal.

But..

Somehow, he grew closer.

No words exchanged, just touches and caresses. It was enough for him.

He didn´t mind at first your condition of having the place totally blacked out.

He didn't get it, but, let you keep doing it. After all, he enjoyed his time with you.

Now he still doesn't get it. And he minds, too much.

The first time the idea of turning the lights on appeared on his mind like an intrusive tought; was your body as soft as it felt? Was as big as his mind could imagine?.

And he actually doesn't regret it. When he turned the lights on, he saw something that he expected, and even like that, his heart beated. Too fast. Too out of nowhere.

Since that day. He started doing this little routine. Every time the session, how he liked to call it, ended. He waited, waited until your breath was in match with your heartbeat and your body was like one in his bed. In those moments, he turned the lights one and stared. Stared like your body as if he was staring at one of the finest sculptures in France. None of them were a match. Not just because there were not such things as bigger bodies sculptures in the museum.

But because in his eyes you were truly unmatchable.

Tonight, he stepped further.

His hand, big and rough suddenly turned into a feather. A light touch against your skin. From your face to your feet. His eyes marveled at the path that he traced every night. One that he knows by memory. By heart. That there aren´t left any surprises or expectations. That it´s time for a change.

He doesn´t leave.

He doesn´t want to.

Every time, something is different. A path that he knows well suddenly has even more things that he hasn´t discovered.

He can´t help but want to know more.

[bigangelfan1]

Denji x GnChubby Reader!

Note: You have boobs, but it's not mentioned if you are a woman or trans man or another thing !

"This is a bet, isn't it?"

A moment of silence; the eyes of the speaker focused totally on the person infront, not wanting to look away, gauging every expression that could happen even in just a second. The enviroment felt weird, too quiet, too uneasy.. Until the most disbelief sound came from the other person's mouth.

"HUH?! What are you talking about?!" Furrowed eyebrows, wide eyes and even wide mouth were somethimg to help his disbelief. One of his eyes started to twitch. He wanted to step forward and talk (discuss) face to face..But he couldn't, it will make them more suspicious than they are right now

Their teeth clenched aswell as their hands, making fists besides each side of their body. Anger rising at the fact of his surprise. Why does he look like that? What was he expecting? Is he acting or is he really that dumb?

"This isn't a a bet!-"

"LIAR! DO YOU THINK I AM DUMB OR WHAT?" The rising of voice cutting his took him off guard. Now his face more confused than in disbelief. But the anger started showing aswell. Why were they acting so weird? Why would this be a bet?

" A confession after school, in the back of the building so none could see us. The only words ypu said were - Hey, i like you, do you want to date? - What kind of confession is that? Didn't you have anything better to say? You got ot from a comercial? Oh, and also.."

They put their hand in the pocket, searching for something desesperately; when found, they streched their arm more than enought so he could see it. It was a piece of paper, stained with ink and even scribbles; but in the middle was wrote

- meet me at the back -

Their hand gripped the paper tighter and tighter until it was starting to wrinkle even more than before. Their eyes weren't filled with only anger, there was something else, but he couldn't say what it was. But definetly something just soft, vulnerable even. Or it could be his eyes were the ones vulnerable right now.

" Not even a little bit of effort to try and hide the fact that this was a joke " In that moment, their voice lowered, like the comment was something that didn't pass trought their mind and just came out. He couldn't stand it. He wasn't the kind of person to think what he's going to say okay?, but, atleast he doesn't think that when someone confesses it's a joke.

" Then what do you want me to do?! Tell you everything i think !? " He shouts, his body putting in a kind of defensive stance as drops start to fall. Not even slow, fast and noisy. Both of their uniforms started to get soaked, but none of them cared. They were too focused in the discussion to think about having a fever the next day

They crossed their arms, straight and defensive aswell. Now what he said was interesting. Wonder what he's going to say, they expected something bland as what he said at the start. He pointed aggresively at them and with a deep breath, he starts.

"I like the way your boobs move whenever you run in gym class, even when you're just walking away! They look like two soft pillows, i imagine to grab them and lay my head in between them" He makes a gesture of grabbing at his chest. His cheeks even blushin as he remembered those moments and his eyes fell directly into them. "Actually, all of your body looks like a soft pillow; or also like dough, it looks moldeable and warm!"

He couldn't help but looks at his hands with a wide mouth and cheeks tinted. He even wonders if all of their body could fit on his hand. As drops of water falls on them, he can't help but imagine them sweating. He focuses again and now he's the one pointing at them.

"But of course that's not all! I also like a lot the expressions you made whenever you're happy, disgusted or even angry like right now! You look cute ! Cute as hell ! It's hars for me to look away when you're laughing or mumbling under your breath! Also your hair, i know it smells well! And i love it " His shouts grew higher and higher until he was left witouth breath. His hand fastly in relfex get on his knees as he tries to regain air.

His hair was getting wetter, he looked like an stray dog. Messy and dumb. They couldn't believe how dumb they were. Who talked to someone like that? Not even sweet words or something, just explicit comments..

But they didn't feel bad or angry at him anymore. Maybe because their uniform is totally soaked against their skin aswell as their hair. Their eyes never left him as he talked his heart out. The mouth couldn't move, not even their brain processed what just happened or what to say. Should they answer with a question, an laugh, silence or just walk away and forget this; how a guy confessed to them in the most unexpected way possible, while they believed that he was making fun of them.

"Would you.. go out with me?"

Before they could take a step back, the guy lift up with a hand scratching the nape of his neck; and his eyed looking at the floor.

"So.." His voice still sounds in need of air. But it seems he doesn't care right now. He noticed when they tried to back off, and couldn't let them leave. Not witouth an answer.

[bigangelfan1]

- ChubbyChaser! Anton who doesn't understand the appeal for skinny people.

- ChubbyChaser! Anton who probably has many magazines of chubby models (sadly, they are difficult to find).

- ChubbyChaser! Anton who wouldn't be afraid to express his toughts about their body (even explicit and too detailed ones).

- ChubbyChaser! Anton who asks his partner to sit on his back as he does push-ups. His ears go slightly redder btw.

- ChubbyChaser! Anton who doesn't mind the clothes, but, if he sees a chubby fella with tight ones? He's staring, hard.

- ChubbyChaser! Anton who likes the feeling of being riden. His hands touching and moulding big and soft thighs as an chubby stomach is against his abs.

- ChubbyChaser! Anton who flirts witouth even noticing, it's like in his system.

- ChubbyChaser! Anton who has jerked to his chubby porn magazines.

- ChubbyChaser! Anton who lifts their partner up like a princess everytime they go out.

- ChubbyChaser! Anton who flexes his biceps infront of his partner so they can touch them. Even asking them to do it.

Probably going to make more like this hehe.

[bigangelfan1]

Marcille x Chubby!Reader

"A-AH!"

It feels like cuts inside your stomach; the feeling of it mixing like if making a new stomach was horrendous. Your vision keeps blurring as you try to stay awake and still, even if it seems impossible at the moment.

"Just a little more, you can do it, i know can"

Her voice didn't help with the message. The way she told the spell and how her eyes didn't even close, looking at you with the same face she has everytime she sees you suffering. Her hands tightened their grip in her wand, saying the spell like if it was the only lifeline she had.

With a final breath; the pain stopped; your eyes opened completly, looking all around the dungeon before gainning full conciousness. Your face felt sticky by the tons of sweat around it, aswell as all of your body. Ragged and desesperate breath slowly turned into the calm heartbeat that you knew so well.

"This is how death feels like?"

A comment that your mind let go before noticing. A hand, your own, on your chest, feeling, believing that you were alive. When a smile painted your face, something hitted you; just directly in your stomach, letting go all the air right there.

Your eyes fell right in the source. Blonde hair, messy. The bangs covering the face of the girl who just saved your life.

"Marcille?.."

She didn't answer. Not right away. Some minutes of silence were the only thing needed before her face nuzzled more deeply against your stomach.

"Don't say that.."

Muffled. Too soft to be heard. Her hand holded the wand more than tightly. It looked like it was going to break at any time.

"I don't want to hear you talk like if you were going to die.."

Finally, she showed her face. Tears dripped down her cheeks. Small ones that even inside the dungeon, shined like crystals. Her mouth was pressed into a very thin line, trying to keep her voice down.

"You're not going to die as long as i'm here"

Her voice changed in just a little second, sounded more confident that before. Her eyes didn't even dare to find yours as her cheeks pressed more in your stomach.

You didn't move, not even a inch. But you couldn't help to tease her a little bit.

"So, when we take separate ways, i-"

"We aren't"

..That was a fast answer.

You hummed in approval, your eyes now looking up at the celling. Your free hand found hers, slowly and gently holding it and caressing. Rubbing slow circles on the back. She was soft, warm, even after using all that power to help you. She still worries about you.

"You're right.. I can't imagine being away from you..."

You whispered. Now your tone was softer. Calmer as hers. Did your cheeks start feeling warm? Or maybe it was just because of the sweat...

A sigh leaves your chest. The hand that was caressing hers stopped, now just on top of it. Still.

Silence filled the room. As if both of you tried to find something to say. Or maybe, just stay here, like this as much as you want.

"Thank you, Marcille."

She's glad youre not looking at her right now. You would have laughed at the way she's blushing.

Slowly. Her hand holds yours, her fingerd start to touch yours in the same way she memorizes a map. Then, with an shaky movement, she interwines them.

Your hand with hers.

They fit so well.

Just like if they were meant to be like this.

"No.. thank you..."

A final whisper, before she notices.

You're asleep.