#chunky reader

[evilpeyt0n]

im tired of seeing chubby reader stuff. don’t get me wrong, i love it! but i need fat reader/plus size reader. like 250+ and don’t start with that ‘that’s not healthy’ shit. like bitch ik it is😭? but js bc it’s niche and uncommon to stumble across, doesn’t mean it shouldnt be recognized. and im taking that to my grave.

[hazzelle-kento]

‘Deuces.’ 💕

[lil-pine-mha-drabbles]

Wait it’s June!?!

Happy pride month, saplings!

[renjiokumura]

Catfished

Jackson Whittmore x Plus Size Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Summary: The wrong number leads you to find love with someone you never thought you could ever have feelings for. But when true identities are revealed will the love still be there?

Warnings: Cliches and bad writing (I wrote this 2 or 3 years ago so bear with me)

(Y/--) means you said the first 2 or so letters of your name, but not your full name.

“So Miss Piggy, still not talking?” Jackson taunted.

You guys were standing in the school's hallways. You always arrived there early so you could read, get work done, and most importantly avoid Jackson. But as fate would have it, today just wasn't your lucky day. You don't really understand why Jackson picks on you, he just does. Maybe because you are bigger than all the other girls. Not a tiny bit, but noticeably. But it was sexy…. Well in the eyes of men it was, but not boys. And Jackson just happened to be one of those boys.

“Is your mouth too full?” he says, looking you straight in the eyes with an evil smirk.

Every time this happened you never talked, never fought back. You didn’t hate Jackson, because you could see he was broken. This was his way of release and you let it happen.

Today though, you just weren't feeling it, so you just looked at him for a moment and walked away. There was not enough coffee or sleep in your body to be bothered by his antics. While walking away from him towards the library, you could hear him mutter weirdo under his breath.

As soon as you found a table in the back of the library, you plopped down in your seat with exasperation. Normally, you would let his words fly over your head, but they started to get under your skin. Maybe it was the fact that you started to develop feelings for the jackass. You couldn't explain the slight warm bubbles that stirred in your stomach every time you saw him not be the ‘himself’ he parades in front of everyone. It wasn't gas from some bad Chinese food, so what started this feeling?

Shaking your head of that thought, you decide to read to get your mind off Jackson.

30 minutes later the bell rings and you go to class. Luckily for you, you don't have any classes with Jackson. Your first class is Physics, which you loved. All your classmates were so bright and intellectual, so the conversations were never dull. This was one of the few times during school you could freely express yourself.

When you arrived, you walked over and sat next to your table partner, Stiles.

“I was going to say, ‘good morning’ but you don't look like your morning was good,” Stiles says sitting down next to you.

“Thanks, Stiles, that's really going to get me through the day.” You look towards him with disdain

“What happened?” he looked at you quizzically.

“I ran into Jackass.” you sighed.

“Enough said.”

Right after, Stiles said that the bell rang signaling the start of class. The teacher then got up in front of the class and started explaining the next project for the class.

“Good morning class, to start of this week on a good note, we are going to do an experiment/project. The objective is to build a boat that won't sink. The catch is, you must build it out of 6 ft of paper, crafting sticks, and masking tape, that I will provide for you. You will do this with the partner of your choice, and one of you will have to get in the boat and sail it next Tuesday in our boat races.

You will use all your physics skills to calculate certain measurements to construct your boat so it can carry the sailor. The boats must be themed too. Everything else you need to know will be on this handout. Good Luck to you all, now let's get started.”

“Batman!” you both shouted in unison.

“Great we got one thing done, I vote you being in the boat.” Stiles nodded in agreement.

After that, you guys started making calculations and mapping a blueprint for the boat. Taking the whole period to plan the boat, you both realized that you would have to make arrangements outside of school to get this done. Five minutes before the bell rang you and Stiles discussed a game plan to finish the project.

“Since this is going to take some work and testing, we should exchange numbers, so we can meet up and work,” Stiles suggested while packing up.

“Stiles, is this your way of asking for my number? You don't have to be so shy!” you said while also packing.

“Ha-ha funny Y/N, but seriously here is my number.” He literally scribbled his number on a piece of paper. The number was almost illegible, but you could make it out for the most part. Before you could ask what one of the numbers was, the bell rang.

While walking out of the classroom you said “, Ok, got it. I'll call you later, so you’ll have mine,” and you went on with the rest of your school day.

Getting home after a long day of learning shit, you went straight to the kitchen to get a drink. You sat your bag on the table, got your phone, with Stiles number in hand, and started typing in the chicken scratch that was his number. Once you pushed the call button, you went in the fridge and got a cold bottle of water out, but before you could open it up an all too familiar voice answered.

“Hello,” came Jackson’s voice through the phone.

Shocked into silence, you forgot to speak back.

“Hello?” Jackson repeated.

“Hi, I’m so sorry, I dialed the wrong number.” the feeling to hang up the phone was so strong, but before you could he did something surprising.

“No, you didn’t, because all hot girls call Jackson Whittemore.” He said in a slightly seductive tone.

You couldn’t believe he just flirted with you! But you didn’t understand why though. He must know that it’s you. This was the same guy who has tortured you for 4 years, who called you fat in many different ways and sneered at you every time he saw you. He liked you as much as a snail liked to bathe in salt. So why does he find you appealing all of the sudden? Deciding this would be the perfect opportunity to find out why he was flirting with you, you played along.

“Well, Mr. Whittemore, how do you know I’m a hot girl? I could be a teenage boy before puberty,” you said in a teasing, seductive voice. Hearing a hearty laugh through the phone your heart fluttered a little.

“Hopefully not, but if you are then please don’t call the cops on me, and to answer your question, I can tell by your voice It’s sultry and intoxicating, but soft and airy. It’s beautiful, which means it belongs to a beautiful woman.” That’s it!

You have never spoken to Jackson before. Never said a single word, so he doesn’t know what your voice sounds like. Jackson must be really dumb to just assume I’m beautiful from my voice, but he is really smooth with it.

Still playing along you replied “, Well you’re not wrong. My voice does match my looks, but can I say the same for you?” Waiting for a response you took your water bottle to the living room and got comfy on the couch.

“I most certainly am. I’m also a star lacrosse player, an ‘A’ student, and your new love interest.” Him and that cockiness. It was cutely annoying. But you have to knock him down a notch.

“Cute, but I want to know the real Jackson Whittemore. The one behind the glitz and glamour.” You wanted to crack the case that was Jackson, not be reintroduced to the star boy.

That’s when a lull broke the steady conversation. He was afraid to open up and you knew this. He wasn’t just an asshole to be an asshole he was protecting himself. His silence had you on the edge of your seat and contemplating if you should just take back your request, but before you could he said something.

“I don’t know who he is,” his voice was strained, raw, and full of emotion. “I don’t know who I am.  Once I was sure I was the biological son of the Whittemore’s, but no my real parents didn’t want me, so they gave me up. What did I do wrong? I work my ass off, aren’t I good enough yet?” that’s when he broke into sobs and started hyperventilating.

This conversation started off so light, but you had to ask him a personal question. Now you knew why he acts like he does. But he probably has the story all wrong. Going into Mama Bear mode you tried to help him calm down.

“Oh, honey. Calm down and breath, OK? Breath with me. In and out,” you just kept repeating that until he was breathing better and could actually talk. “I know that they didn’t just leave a precious boy like you, they could have been too young to care for you or something. So, don’t assume your undesirable, because you’re not. And even if that was the truth, you have 2 parents that love you now and a great friend that cherishes you.”

And the silence came back. You didn’t know if he was going to lash out at you or hang up, but you just waited. Maybe he was just collecting his thoughts, or the line went out. These thoughts were running through your until he said something.

“Thank you,” he sniffled, “I needed that. To be honest, the reason I act the way I do and chase these stupid goals is to make sure nobody wants to throw me away, but this whole time I’ve been throwing myself away.”

It hurt you to hear him so lost and broken. You thought he was only making you and some other unfortunate kid’s life a living hell, but he was making his own one too. After talking more and learning about who Jackson really is, you both hung up. You saved his number and he saved yours under Mystery Girl.

There were many more talks after that. He confided in you his darkest secrets and you to him. He wasn’t so harsh to you at school anymore and was nicer, in general, to everyone. You grew closer and it was great, but a nagging voice in the back of your head told you he is going to ask who you are soon. You tried to push it to the back of your head until you noticed he became very interested in you and was asking you a lot of questions.

One day you got a call from Jackson after school, while you were working on the boat project with Stiles. You had told him about the situation you had with Jackson the day after you first called Jackson and the only thing he told you was to be careful.

When your phone started ringing, Stiles grabbed it for you since he was closer, checked the caller ID, and threw it to you. “It’s lover boy,” he teased.

“Oh shush, he doesn’t love me he doesn’t even know what I look like.” you retorted while catching the phone. You knew if he knew what you looked like and who you were, love would be the furthest thing from his mind.

“Whatever you say, smooth operator.” You ignored him at this point in your friendship.

Answering the phone, you went over the greetings and the little formalities of ‘how was your day?’ all while Stiles was fake gagging off to the side.

“So, what is your favorite color?” Jackson inquired.

“(Fav Color) and what about you?” you threw back to him while also throwing something at the nerd beside you.

“Gold, but enough about me. I want to know more about you,” he said eagerly.

“Why the sudden interest in me?” It’s not like he never asked about you, but it was more back and forth with the questions, not one-sided.

“I just want to know more about my girl.” Well, this is different.

Jackson never really used any terms of endearment, you always used them. It’s not that you didn’t like it, you were just surprised. It made your heart flutter a little. Since you took a slight pause to swoon a bit and Stiles started talking to you, it gave Jackson the perfect opportunity to ask a very important question.

“Also, what is your name?” he asked so simply. With Stiles distracting you, you just absentmindedly answered the question.

“(Y/--),” before you could say your whole name, you slapped your hand over your mouth. “Eep! Bye!” and you hung up.

“Oh my gosh. Stiles I almost told him my name!” you were now on edge. So on edge that when your phone rang you threw it across the room. Thank God that you got a protective case for it. You potentially ruined everything. Now you’re going to have to avoid his calls and him at school. You were just hoping this didn’t get worse.

After Stiles calmed you down, you both resumed building the boat, but that same nagging feeling from before told you there was more to come.

Next Day at School

Waking up late was a bitch. You were scrambling to get ready for school, look cute, and get there with a few minutes to spare. Being a big girl, you needed some time to cool down before entering class, because you would have a light sheen of sweat over your face. So, working hard now, you did everything you needed to do before school but skipped breakfast.

While speed walking to school, your phone beeped with a text from Stiles. You are in for a surprise when you get to school. What is that supposed to mean? Before you could text that thought, you were stopped by all the commotion in front of the school.

‘What is going on?’ you thought, looking confused.

Walking closer to the crowd, you were able to see what all the fuss was about, and you were not happy about it. Jackson was in the center of the crowd with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, chocolate, and a megaphone. What was he up to now?

Putting the microphone up to his mouth he announced, “Mystery Girl, please come up to claim your prize. It’s tall, dark, and handsome.”

You couldn’t keep the giggles in from hearing that. You also wondered if anyone was going to claim the ‘prize’ because you sure as hell were not. You and the rest of the crowd just looked around and waited for a girl to come up, but no one did. This caused Jackson to make another announcement.

“Playing hard to get, I like it. If this is a little too extravagant for you text me where you want to meet during lunch and we can finally meet in person.” he had a cute little cocky smirk on him, that you wanted to wipe off.

He was just acting crazy now. Does he really believe that ‘Mystery Girl’ is going to show herself after this? Since he probably did you sent him a quick text to shut this down for the time being.

[You]: I heard what you did at school. I’m at home sick so we can meet later.

You saw he got the text, so you started making your way to the back of the school, as to not attract attention to yourself. After you safely made it into school, your phone beeped with a new text.

[Jackson]: I’m glad you’re finally talking to me again. I got lonely, but besides that, I hope you feel better. <3.

Heart fluttering from the sweetness of the text, you got to first period feeling refreshed.

The next day was strange, you could feel it. It was the same nagging feeling from before, but you just brushed it off for now. When you got to school it was a little earlier than you usually got there, you could tell from the lack of people. While walking, you had your earbuds in and reading fanfictions off your phone. You were very oblivious to your surroundings, so when you bumped into a big wall of muscle you were very surprised. Before you looked up to the person you bumped into, you apologized profusely.

“I’m so sorry.” you still weren’t looking up yet. “I wasn’t watching where I was going and….” that’s when you finally looked up. Right in front of you was the last person you were expecting to see this early at school.

“(Y/N)?” it was Jackson. “Wait you’re Mystery Girl?” he asked confused, but before he could ask another question you ran like the wind to the library. He and you were both surprised by your speed.

Getting to the library huffing and puffing, you managed to find a little hiding spot in the very back of the library. There was nobody there, except you and the books so no one heard your sobs.

“Why did it have to end like this?” you said out loud to yourself hiccupping. “Now he will torment me for revenge and I can’t deal with that.” you just kept thinking about how a guy like Jackson would never like a fat nerd like yourself. Before you could think up any more worst-case scenarios or belittle yourself, you heard something squeak. That shut you up quick. You listened for anything else, but you couldn't hear anything over the thumping of your heart.

Deciding it was nothing, you closed your eyes and relaxed back in your spot. But before you could release a sigh of relief, you opened your eyes and saw Jackson a few feet in front of you. You scrambled up onto your feet and tried to make a run for it, but he grabbed you in a hug before you could.

“Stop running from me and talk to me like people.” he pleaded.

“I can’t.” you choked out.

“Why not?” he asked concerned, cupping your cheek.

One lone tear slipped from your eye, while you looked down with your heart open.

“If I stop running I'll have to face reality and I'm not ready yet.” he wiped the tear from your eye with his thumb.

“Why didn't you tell me it was you when I asked the first time?” when he asked that stupid question, you looked into his eyes with anger and sadness.

Pulling away from him slightly, with your hands on his chest you said, “Would you have accepted me if I did? Or laugh at me and say ‘in your dreams’? Cause if I remember correctly you have bullied me for a long while and made me feel ugly.”

Cringing at the truth and harshness behind some of your words, he let you go and looked into your eyes and saw all the damage he had caused to one person, over things out of their control. But he had changed. He wasn't the asshole, who picked on people and degraded them, he was nicer and gentler. All because of this beautiful woman in front of him. And he would admit to himself that he loved you. Not just your voice and personality, but all of you. The curve of your hips to your lips, your hair, your size, and shape. Everything. And he also admits that he finds you highly attractive.

After he studied you and looked deep within himself, he held your hands, wanting to tell you all of this.

“Sorry won't make up for the shit I've done, and you don't deserve that simple word. What you deserve is my love and understanding, if you'll have me. But if you don't, I understand. Though, I want you to know that you have changed me for the better and you are gorgeous inside and out and that's what I love about you. I love you.” He was painfully aware that he laid his heart out in the open, for it to be broken, but he didn't care.

You were in utter shock. You couldn't believe the words that just came out of his mouth. The sting of tears hit your eyes, bringing you back to reality.

“No, you can't. You could find somebody better than me to love.”

He looked at you with anger, mad at the fact you thought you weren’t good enough for him. You were way out of his league if you asked him. He cradled your face with both hands and looked you in the eye and said:

“There is nobody better than you and I can't understand how you don't see that when you need to.” and with that, he kissed you.

It was filled with love, passion, and trust. His hands traveled down to yours to put them around his neck, then brought his back down to hold you by the waist.

His kiss was making you breathless, but you didn't want to stop, even for the necessity of air. You brought your hand to his face, while pulling up for air and looked at him. Your thumb absent-mindedly caressed his cheek and he leaned into it. You could see from the way he looked at you, that he truly meant what he said. Taking one of the biggest leaps in your life you agreed.

“I love you too. I'm willing to try this out with you if you are,” you said.

When you said that, you could instantly see the pure joy in his face. Your enemy became the love of your life and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[peeps124]

Francis Bonnefoy / France (Hetalia) *LIME*

"Francis!" I scream as I reach for my olive top, covering my breasts and stomach from his view. He chuckles and walks up to me, squeezing my cheeks.

"I just wanted to see you, mon amour (my love)."

"I was getting ready! Let me get ready in peace," Pushing him off of my face, I pull my flow-y top over my head and put on the rest of my mascara. Francis goes around behind me and wraps his arms around my neck, laying his head on mine. He sighs and snuggles his face into my hair. I roll my eyes and put my makeup away. Getting up, Francis falls off of me and I put (f/s) perfume on.

"Ah~ That scent is delectable on you," Francis says as he closes his eyes and wraps me up in a hug.

"Francis! I'm going to kick you out!" I shove him off again, getting annoyed, and look for my shoes. I get on my knees, managing to stick my butt into the air (unintentionally of course) and look underneath my bed.

"Ohohoh, you have such a nice ass (Y/n)."

Pulling my shoes out from under the bed, I growl Francis' name out in a warning and slip on the black high heels. I grab the black purse on my bed and toss my phone into it. Francis is waiting by my bedroom door and I go up to the full-length mirror and smooth down my shirt. In full, I am wearing an olive green flow-y shirt, tight black leather leggings, black heels, a thick-band chocker, and a small black purse. I was staring at myself for a little too long because Francis takes my hand and drags me out of my room. He walks me out to his car, making sure my front door is locked, and opens the passenger seat to me.

"Who's party is this exactly?" I ask, shuffling through my purse.

"You're really forgetful, (y/n). We're going to the Vargas brother's house, remember?" I tap my chin and look over at him in an ephipany.

"OH, Yes! I remember, I very much like those two."

"You better not like them more than me," Francis says as he squeezes my thigh.

"That's a tough decision, Bonnefoy."

"By the end of the night, I'll know you will like me the best~" I snap my head over to him and Francis is smirking, keeping his eyes on the road.

"And what are you suggesting?" I seductively ask, leaning into him.

"You'll just have to wait and see." I lean back into my seat and whine. I look out the window and the rest of the drive is quiet. When we pull up to their house, no one else had seemed to arrive yet.

"Did we show up early, Francis?"

"Oui, Feliciano asked me to help set up early."

"Ah, of course," I get out of the car, Francis doing the same, and we walk up to the door. Instead of knocking on it, I walk in and immediately here Lovino cussing.

"Which bastard came in without knocking?" Lovino comes around the corner with flour on his hands. "The damn bast- (Y/n)! How great is it to see you again," He walks up to me and hugs me tightly, making sure not to get flour on me.

"Hey, Lovi!" I ruffle his hair, not having to get onto my tip toes since he is around my height. He shakes his hair and then looks at Francis.

"Oi, why are you here Bastard?"

"Feliciano asked if I could come early to help, I managed to bring (y/n) along even though she's horribly slow at getting ready."

"Francis!" I hit his chest in warning and walk past Lovino, looking for Feliciano.

"(Y/nnnnn)," Francis whines as Lovino rolls his eyes.

"Feli~" I sing, rounding the corner. I find Feliciano dreamily eating a raw tomato and I go up behind him, quickly grabbing his shoulders. He screams and falls off his chair. I fall beside him, giggling and he only looks up at me with tears in his eyes. "Oh no," I trail off and wrap him up in my arms, rocking back and forth. "I'm sorry, Feli."

He cuddles closer to me and Lovi and Francis round the corner.

"The hell?" They both say and look at each other, mumbling insults.

"It's all-a okay," Feli says and I nod in agreement. Francis flashes jealousy through his eyes and I know whats about to happen. He walks up to Feli and I and pulls me up, away from Feli. Feliciano whines and Lovi goes back to making pasta. Francis hugs me tightly from behind and I watch Lovino and Feliciano going back to their previous tasks.

Francis and I help the brothers set everything up for the party and people start showing up. It ranges from people I don't know to Honda Kiku and Ludwig. There were a lot of pretty, skinny girls as well as handsome guys. Francis went off to talk to a few people he hadn't seen in awhile and so I decided to go to the restroom. I pass by a few people and manage to get to the restroom. I use the restroom and open the door to find two girls waiting outside.

"Took you long enough, lard."

I roll my eyes, passing the two and go back out. I look around the crowd to spot Francis but I couldn't see him. Walking through the crowd, I head to the kitchen and grab a red solo cup with water in it. When I turn around, I see Francis rubbing up against a man with wavy brown hair and violet eyes. The red solo cup crumbles slightly and I turn away. Francis spots me in the kitchen and he holds his hand up to the man to 'hold on'.

"(Y/n), I want you to meet someone!" He grabs my free hand and I trudge along behind him. "Roderich, this is my girlfriend, (y/n)!" Roderich smiles politely and holds his hand out for me to shake.

"It's so nice to see you, (Y/n). Francis has told me a lot about you."

"Oh, has he now?" I look over to Francis who only smiles.

"He has, now excuse me, I have got to refill my drink," He politely dismisses himself and Francis starts dancing with me to the music. We smile at each other and when the song ends, he pulls me to the coffee table. He stands on it, tugging my arm to get up.

"Francis..."

"Qu'Est-ce que c'est? [qest ke say] (What is it?)"

"I'll break the coffee table!" He shakes his head and pulls my arm again.

"No you won't, come on!" I step onto the coffee table and Francis clears his throat, getting everyone's attention. The music stops and everyone is looking at us.

"Francis..." I mutter under my breath, looking at him and not the crowd.

"I just want to let you all know, that this beautiful girl is my girlfriend. I felt that she needed to be shown off to everyone! Now, you all can continue your party!" The music starts again and people go back to dancing. I step down from the coffee table and walk outside. My cheeks were on fire from humiliation and I sit on the front steps.

"Amour?"

"Francis, you just embarrassed me..." I bury my face into my hands and sigh. Francis sits down beside me and drags me into a side hug.

"Mon amour, I didn't mean to embarrass you, I just thought that you look so beautiful and I wanted to share that with everyone."

"But Francis," I pause and look up at him. "I am not beautiful. Why are you even with me?" Francis' eyes widen and his mouth drops open.

"Not beautiful? Mon amour, you are the most ravishing person I have ever met."

"Then why were you rubbing up to Roderich? I've seen how girls look at you and when they flirt with you, you sometimes flirt back."

"It's just some fun, Je suis désolé (I'm sorry). When I flirt with others, it's not the way I flirt with you. When I flirt with you, I mean it."

"I don't know, maybe i'm just overreacting. I'm sorry," I shake my head and walk to our car. Francis opens the doors and gets in the driver's seat. Without saying anything, we pull out of the Vargas' driveway and head to my house. When we get to my house, Francis opens the door for me and walks me to the door. He unlocks the door and walks in behind me.

"Francis?"

"I want to show you that I only love you," He pushes me up against the door, his hands running freely under my shirt. Tensing, I look into his eyes that are filled with lust. I relax slightly and rub my hands through his hair. He lets out a slight moan and starts kissing me from my neck up to my lips. When he does reach my lips, He leaves a long, lasting kiss. His hands manage to find my breasts and squeezes them, before getting under my bra and fondling them.

My hands carelessly unbutton his shirt, enjoying this attention from him. He pulls his hands out from under my shirt to pull his own off, tossing it to the side forgotten. The next article of clothing to go is my shirt. The kisses slowly start becoming a make out session, leaving hickeys on each of our necks. When Francis feels me tense again, he stops kissing me and his blye eyes look into my (e/c) eyes.

"Don't be shy, (y/n). It's okay," I nod my head as a que to continue our make out session. We manage to make it to my room and we fall onto my bed. The rest of our clothes fly off and we make love through the whole night, using protection of course.

[bonkers-4-hatter]

Anon asked: Can I request a fluffy scenario with Kidd and his chunky s/o who loves the sneak up behind him and give hug attacks in a modern au please? Bonus is she scares him after they watch a scary movie and it ends with s/o promising to protect him? Thank you Miss Niki!

Ohhhh! I like this one anon dear! I hope you enjoy! I adore Kidd, he acts all tough and shit, but I know he’s a softy on the inside.

If you enjoy my content, please consider buying me a coffee.

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You yawned, stretching your arms above your head, your shirt riding up a bit, showing your soft tummy to the world, but you didn’t really care at all. It was just yourself and your boyfriend Eustass at your place for your weekly date night and this time you both just watched the new Conjuring movie and you did admit, it was a bit freaky at some parts. Hell, even he kept his mouth shut and didn’t make fun of the movie like he usually did.

Getting up, you noticed he was still in the kitchen doing the few dishes you guys accumulated during your snacking session as the movie played. It made you smile when you saw him doing domestic stuff like that and you couldn’t help yourself as you quietly strode into the kitchen, your arms opened wide as you hugged his back, your arms wrapping around his front. What you didn’t expect was the short scream that escaped your boyfriends mouth.

In your three years of being together, you can honestly say that this was the first time you heard him scream out, well in fright that is.

“Umm, sorry?” You really weren’t sure what to say as you nuzzled your plump cheek into his warm back.

“Fuck, (Y/N)! You scared the shit out of me.” At this point, he shut the water off and dried his hands on a dish towel before turning around so he could wrap his arms around you properly. You mumbled something into his chest.

“The fuck did you say?”

Groaning out, you tilted your head up so you were locking eyes with the fiery red head.

“I said, don’t worry, I’ll protect you from all the big, band monsters, baby.” You gave him a wink as he only growled at you and hoisted you up and over his shoulder.

“Put me down!”

“Not a chance babe, looks like I gatta show you what big and bad really means, hope you don’t have plans tomorrow.” Giving your ass a few taps, he made his way up to your bedroom, a giant smirk plastered on his face the whole way.

[bonkers-4-hatter]

Eustass Kidd X !Chunky Reader - Relaxing On The Water

I’m back! It’s been a very hectic past weeks, but I’m back and getting things up and rolling again! This was a commission for a lovely dear and I enjoyed writing a sort of softer part of Kidd’s usually hard exterior. 

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It was a lazy day on the sea. Everything was silent and peaceful, for once. It did make some of the crew uneasy, but after your reassuring words they settled down and actually relaxed for once.

Kidd on the other hand was feeling a bit restless and you could tell. Hell, even tinkering with what he had in his workshop didn’t even settle him down. Killer was even relaxing up on the deck with the others. You sighed as you stared at Kidd as he continued to curse and throw various objects in his workshop. You had to get him to calm down and unwind.

You knew from the past two or so weeks, he’s been really tense and even more erratic than before. Being with him for the past two years, you were the only one that could calm him down, it was like your superpower and you loved it. Walking fully into his workshop, you wrapped your arms around him from behind and nuzzled your face into his back.

“What the hell (Y/N), I’m working here!”

Scoffing, you continued to nuzzle into his strong back. “Yeah, I can see you working really hard, throwing all your shit around.”

Kidd only growled at your words, but did nothing to pry your arms off of him. With a grunt, he turned around in your arms so you were nuzzling his toned stomach instead of his back. Staring up at him, he had a scowl on his face as usual, but, he also sported a nice blush on his face as his arms came around and settled on your plush waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh a bit. It was something he did a lot with you. It was sort of his way to relax a little.

“Come on Kidd, let’s go to our room and relax…everyone else is at ease and I know you’ve been a bit tense lately. Tell me what you want to do to relax.”

You ran your hands up and down his back, the muscles that were all tense, easing up a bit at your soft touch.

“Can we cuddle?” Kidd whispered his question and he avoided eye contact with you all together. You smiled at his bashful attitude. He always did that when he showed you his soft side and you loved it.

“Of course we can, we can do whatever you want.” As soon as you said those words, his usual devilish smirk came back full force. Without another word, Kidd wrapped his arms around you and hoisted you up and over his shoulder.

“Kidd! I can fucking walk, you bastard!” You pounded on his back a bit, but that did nothing but elicit a chuckle from the red headed pirate. Saying nothing back to your words, Kidd made his way out with you slung over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing. Even though you were a chunky gal with extra flesh and rolls on you, Kidd never minded, he actually enjoyed your figure and weight. He could be rougher with you when he wanted and didn’t have to worry about hurting you.

You didn’t mind being carried like this though, it made you feel light and dainty for once. However, with Kidd you always felt tiny and dainty, even though you knew you weren’t and you were fine with that.

You were brought back to reality as the sound of the door being kicked open broke your thoughts. You let out a squeal as Kidd threw you onto the bed, your body bouncing up and down a few times before coming to a stop.

Your eyes glanced over at Kidd who was just staring at you while licking his lips, his eyes roaming your body.

“I thought you wanted to cuddle…unless you have something else in mind.” Raising a brow up at your boyfriend he only bit his lip before shedding what clothing he had, leaving him in his boxers. You let out a scream as he jumped on the bed, caging you in his arms a possessive growl leaving his lips.

“I do, but now that you bring it up, we can do that after.” With that said, he started to tug at your shirt and shorts, getting his point across as you broke away from his grasp and sat up in the bed. Whenever you both cuddled, it was always either nude or in your undergarments. It was always more comfy for you both and you both enjoyed that skin to skin contact. Even though Kidd had a scary exterior, you knew the real Kidd and he was as sweet as pie and you were the only one to know about that.

Discarding your shirt, you threw it in a random direction and shimmed out of your pants and throwing them too, your eyes locked on Kidd’s the whole time.

Nipping your neck, Kidd’s large hands skimmed down your soft waist, gripping your full hips and promptly flipping you over so you were on top as usual during your cuddle sessions; well, at least at the beginning anyways. He liked to have you on top because your weight felt good on him and softness of your skin and body brought him a sense of comfort.

His hands continued to glide along the curves, dips and rolls of your body, taking his time with it and enjoying the feeling of what you had to offer. All the while, you had your head propped up on his chest, your eyes soaking in all of Kidd’s soft features. He was finally beginning to unwind and relax.

His brow which was usually scrunched up all the time was for once not, the lines of his forehead gone for the moment and the look in his eyes, there was no anger or frustration, just an easiness that you wish he had more often. Although, the most drastic change was the small smile he adorned on his face. It was very rare that Kidd had a smile on his face and when he did, you cherished it and wished it would last forever.

He told you once that there were few things that made him genunily smile and that short list consisted of his crew and yourself. Not being able to resist the urge anymore, you leaned up and gave Kidd a short kiss and even started to pepper chaste kisses down the slope of his neck.

“I knew you wanted to fuck.” His hands gripped your round ass as he started to suck on your supple neck intending to leave marks for everyone to see.

Giggling, you pushed on his chest to push yourself up and straddle his waist. Even with the position change, his hands gravitated toward your ass once more, gripping the soft flesh he adored.

“Hey now, I’m here to cuddle, like you wanted and what I’m really enjoying right now is how relaxed and calm you are right now…I don’t get to see you like this very often so I’m soaking it in.”

His hands moved up your back and slid around to grip your hips. “Oh, so you’ve been staring at me now huh?” He joked as his thumbs rubbed miniature circles into your soft hips. You only nodded as a squeal emitted from your throat as he moved you both to the side making you both lay down facing each other.

Circling yours arms around his neck, you pulled him down as your lips met his in a heated kiss. Teeth clashing and tongues intertwining with one another. It was a kiss full of pent up emotions, being on the sea for so long and not having time for one another. Your soft stomach rubbed against his toned one, the friction from the drastically different body types causing you both to moan out in delight.

Breaking your lip lock, Kidd smiled down at you, another rare sight and soon, he nuzzled his face into your neck, no nips or bites, just pure fluffy, loving nuzzles. He was coming down from his horny state to the state you were trying to get him to in the first place.

His arms went up to circle around your body and pulled you closer to his body. A peaceful quiet fell across you both as one of your hands started to gently stroke his back, the tenseness of it slowly coming undone as you continued your gentle touches on the area. The other hand raked through his fiery hair as a content moan slipped through his chapped lips, the sound vibrating against your neck causing you to giggle at the tickling sensation.

You both stayed that way for a good while, nothing but both of your breathing and peaceful silence that occupied the room and air around you both. It was nice, something you both weren’t used to, but would like more of. Your eyes glided down Kidd’s body, or at least what you could see with how you were laying. The gentle up and down motion of his back brought you a sense of ease as you slowly let your eyes slide shut, breathing in and out a few times to ease yourself too.

“Doesn’t this feel good Kidd?”  

The only answer you got was a grunt as he moved his head from the crook of your neck, down to your chest, settling his head in the middle of your breasts, but an annoyed look crossed his face, his eyes sliding up to meet yours.

“Take it off (Y/N), it’s annoying.” You scoffed at his demand, but complying with his words, the hand that was stroking his back left its position and went behind your back and unclasped the flimsy garment as you shimmed out of it, with Kidd’s help of course as your bra was promptly thrown behind the pirate. Without another word, Kidd laid his head back down on your now exposed chest, placing a kiss to each breast before going back to his original pose on your soft chest.

“Thank you (Y/N).” Kidd broke the long, comfy silence with those words that made you raise a brow.

“Thank you for what Kidd?” You were genuinely confused by his words. You racked your brain trying to figure out why he would be telling you thank you at a time like this, but you couldn’t come up with anything. A large hand cupping your round cheek brought you out of your daydreaming state as you looked down at Kidd who miraculously still had a soft smile on his lips.

“Being here with me, being as fucking stubborn as me and rolling along with all my shit…I know I’m not the best when it comes to showing you my emotions, but I want you to know I love you…so fucking much.”

The seriousness in his voice made you stay still as you soaked up every single word he said. Biting you lip, you tried to come up with a response, but you couldn’t come up with anything.

Without a word, you straddling his hips once more, flipping Kidd over so he was on his back, a look of astonishment came across his face before it morphed into his signature smirk. Leaning down, your lips brushed against his lightly, barely kissing him as your hips started to buck against his making him grunt out in response.

Pulling away slightly, you were still so close to Kidd, the hot breath of his fanning your own lips.

“I love you too Kidd, more than you know. I know you love me, it’s okay that you’re not open with your emotions, your actions show me that you care for me…Kidd you’re the best, you’re the best I’ve ever had, the best everything to me honestly and I hope you enjoy me because you’re not getting rid of me.”

With that said, you crashed your lips against his as the quiet room was filled with moans and groans of pleasure and the air became hot with passion. The crew didn’t dare go to the captain’s door due to the noises emitting from the room, noises that could be heard all the way above the deck.

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Ryder Lennor (OC) 2

Part 1: https://peeps124.tumblr.com/post/173425059006/jay-lock-oc

"He's calling again..." Moaning, I turn the phone screen to Ryder and shake my head.

"Why haven't you blocked him yet?" Ryder says as he crosses his arms and leans back into the couch. I look over to him and throw my head back and look at the ceiling.

"I don't know? We used to be friends..."

"Just go ahead and block him. He's obsessed or something," Ryder takes my phone from my hands and answers the call. "Hey, stop calling my girl. You're a thing of the past," he hangs the phone up and blocks the number.

"Ryder..." I roll my eyes and take my phone back.

"It was for the better," He looks at his phone and sighs. "I'll be back later, 'kay? I've got some things I've got to do."

"Ugh, fine. I'll see you later." Ryder stands up and kisses my head before heading to the door. He calls out an 'I love you' and closes the door behind him.

I get up and head over to the fridge and grab leftover pasta and start eating it. The night moves on fast and now I'm sitting on the couch, waiting for Ryder to come back.

It's been about 5 months since Jay had walked out on me. 2 months after, I started talking to one of my co-worker's cousins, Ryder, and he asked me out after about a month. My life has slowly been piecing itself back together but I have one flaw in it. Jay. I don't know what happened between him and Rachel but he calls me nonstop. I haven't seen Jay in-person after he walked out and I have slowly moved on from him.

Clearing my thoughts away, someone knocks on my door. Thinking that it's Ryder, I open up with a big smile. When I see that it is actually Jay, my immediate thought is to close the door. He shoves the door back open and I stumble back.

"What the hell, man!" I throw my hands out in a 'what the fuck' manner and feel my heart beat accelerate.

"(Y/n)..." He whispers through his lips and slowly walks closer to me. I let him walk up to me and he cups my cheek. I slap his hand away and shake my head.

"Don't."

"Why have you not been talking to me?" He breathes out.

"Are you stupid?" His eyes squint in annoyance.

"I'm not... but what happened to being best friends?"

"You screwed that up when you walked out on me 5 months ago."

"I don't know what you expected me to say! I was shocked!"

"You saying nothing hurt me more than you rejecting me. Besides, are you not still with Rachel?"

He stills and thats when I notice the heavy circles under his eyes and his slumped appearance.

"We... We broke up."

"What? Why?"

"Things didn't work out for us... We kept arguing more and more each day until she walked out on me in the middle of the night." I brush a comforting hand on his shoulder and sigh.

"I'm sorry that happened, I'm sure you'll find someone."

"I did..."

"And who is it?"

"You really want to know?"

"Of course."

"It's you. After she walked out on me, I realized that all of my thoughts were gravitating towards you."

"...I hope you know that I don't reciprocate your feelings anymore. My love for you faded over time and I found Ryder."

"Don't say his name."

"I can say his name whenever I want, you can't tell me what to do and what not to do... You've changed Jay and I don't like it."

"I'm only the shell of the man I used to be. I-I'm sorry. I'll leave."

Jay opens the door to find Ryder walking up to the door. Ryder looks quizzically at me and then pissed.

"What the hell are you doing here? I thought I told you to get lost, yeah?" Ryder's fists tighten up and he only gives Jay a millisecond before he throws a punch. I gasp when I hear a sickening sound of skin hitting skin. Jay's head twists to the side and he throws a punch back. Standing on the sidelines, I realize that they won't stop unless someone interferes. I try to pull them apart and that doesn't work. I slip in-between the two, being hit in the face by Jay and falling onto my butt. The hallway goes silent until Jay starts desperately apologizing to me.

"I- oh my god - I'm so sorry (Y/n). I didn't mean to."

"It's fine. Just go now, okay?" Ryder picks me back up and we walk into my apartment, Jay walking away shakily. Ryder grabs an ice pack and I place it on my left eye, flinching slightly.

"Are you okay?"

I nod my head in confirmation and I yawn. Even though a lot just happened, I became extremely tired. Ryder takes me to my bedroom and lays beside me.

"You know whats funny?" I speak up while chuckling.

"What is it?" He asks as he plays with my hair.

I look into his sky blue eyes, "This has never happened to me before. Two boys 'fighting' over me? Hilarious." Perplexed, Ryder stops playing with my hair and looks down at me.

"Why is that hilarious?"

"You're asking that? Really?" I sit up and put my head on his chest.

"Yes, now tell me why."

"Well, I'm fat and so that makes me ask why would people fight over a blubbery mess?"

"What does your weight have to do with this? I'm dating you, and that includes every part of you... You know, I find you so beautiful." He smiles at me and pecks my forehead. I pull his chin towards me and kiss him on the lips.

"I love you..." I whisper.

"I love you too," He murmurs back.

From that night on, Jay never came back. He's only a figment of the past now. He's off on his own, getting over (y/n) while hooking up with anyone woman he can find at bars and clubs. (Y/n) and Ryder happily stay in a relationship and move in with each other after a few more months. They don't encounter any bumps in the road and they hope not too.