Ghost genuinely doesn't understand why you would want to lose weight.
He tells you as much when you comment about starting a diet, brow furrowed under the mask "yer a civilian, love. No reason to torture yerself."
You try to explain that it's for your looks, that you noticed how your upper arms sag and your gut is always sticking out over jeans when you sit. To which ghost grunts "...jerk off to the thought o' you and yer body everyday. If it helps."
Which...he does, actually. Ghost isn't dressing up his words to make you feel nice, he simply can't get enough of your plush body. Practically begs you for photos all the time, not just nudes but silly ones of your outfits or selfies on a day out. He's so horribly in love he jerks off to the half–asleep barely illuminated selfies you take when you wake up in the middle of the night.
Had you better stamina, you're sure your boyfriend would keep you bent over near constantly if the mess between your thighs from his midnight desire is anything to go by.
Any thoughts of cutting calories or opting for a salad are always dashed when ghosts groggy "mornin' lovie...." is accompanied by two large hands kneading the fat of your chest and sides.
Ghost loves his fat partner, and he makes sure you know it.
He...also might need to he held back from pulling a knife when someone makes a snide comment.
Jason wants you to meet his brother (Dick) and his best friend (Roy). As if that wasn't enough of a bomb, doubt starts to creep into your mind at the realization that your curves would make you stand out like a sore thumb in the Wayne family. Jason proves you wrong by taking you to a bar and letting Dick and Roy walk right into a trap.
"Hey, it's not that big of a deal-... yeah, no, it's... it's a big deal." Jason winced, brows furrowing while he flexed his hands around his mug.
Coffee- of course it was, though it was far too late in the day for even more caffeine, or so you'd scolded him once again.
You were staring at him, slack jawed, eyes widened just slightly as a brief huff of disbelief left your lips.
"Jay, you just told me you want me to meet your family. In what world is that not a big deal?!" You exclaimed, your tone a little more screeching than you'd liked.
He sighed, shoulders dropping ever so slightly, his eyes turned away as a frown etched itself onto his features.
"It's just Roy and Dick, s'not really meeting my family." He mumbled, toying with the handle of his cup, scratching his nails against the ceramic.
"Look, you don't have to, alright? I just thought-... I guess I don't really know what I thought."
Your heart ached. You've never seen him so defeated. So utterly downtrodden. His back slouched, head hung low while his gaze was focused on anything but you.
That heartbreaking glimmer in his eyes that never failed to make your own water.
Gently, you pried the mug from his grip and set it aside, taking his hands in yours.
The action made Jason avert his attention back to you, looking like a kicked puppy.
"I do want to meet them. I really, really do. Because they are your family, whether you want to admit it or not." You smiled softly, watching as he lit up immediately, a huff of relief making his chest feel lighter.
"I'm just nervous. And worried, I suppose? What they'll think, you know. I'm sure that I'm not exactly what they imagine when they think of your girlfriend." You chuckled nervously.
Jason, on the other hand, looked confused. Eyes narrowed, You-can-see-the-gears-turning-but-nothing-is-happening confused.
"What in the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
You cackled at the expression on his face and the goofy tone of his voice.
"Okay, let me put it like this. You're family is a bunch of buff, unfairly jacked and lean super geniuses. Not to mention how good the girls look. And Kori? She's a literal space princess! I just feel like I don't quite fit in. Can you imagine someone like me at one of those Galas? They would lose their minds-"
"'Someone like you? You mean a gorgeous, beautiful, stunning plump lady with a brain so big I sometimes wonder how your neck is still intact? You mean someone like that? Because we could use more of that, trust me." He chuckled dryly.
"Also, you're hot as fuck." He deadpanned, blankly staring at you.
You playfully rolled your eyes, tracing the space between his knuckles.
"A. I know, B. you're biased. I mean, they all probably expect you to date some super model." You explained, sighing.
You knew your worth. You knew that you were beautiful and perfect just they way you are, even beginning to love yourself.
But when challenged with a family full of hotties like the Wayne's plus Gotham's elite, it was hard not to feel just a little out of place with all your curves, bumps and pudge.
Jason's lips were pressed together in a thin line before he inhaled sharply and pinned you down with his gaze.
"Alright, first of all, they have no expectation of who I'd date because I was fuckin' dead, and when I came back my only interest was revenge and smashing peoples heads in. If anything they thought I would die alone."
The bluntness of his words and the expecting raise in his brows had you shell shocked, and pleasantly surprised.
"You're making problems for yourself that don't exist, ladybird." His tone turned soft as did his eyes, enveloping your heart in a blanket of warmth.
"So, respectfully, you don't have a point." He concluded for you, leaning back against the couch with a satisfied noise.
"Huh, I guess I don't." You breathed out, a smile spreading on your face while Jason already sported a wicked grin.
"There ya go. Now, can I brag about my hot, smart and curvaceous girlfriend to my dickhead brother and loser best friend? Because, sweetheart, you're one hell of a woman." He smirked, leaning in to get you all hot and bothered by his proximity.
You bit your lip, trying to act unaffected by his antics.
"Okay, fine," You groaned, feigning annoyance, "But only because I love you." You finished, failing to hide the smile on your face.
In one swift motion, Jason grabbed you and pulled you into his lap, your back pressed firmly to his chest. You let out a startled noise that morphed into a laugh.
"See? Just had to butter you up a bit, pretty girl." He nosed at your neck, a grin showing off his pearly whites while his arms were snaked around your middle.
"What can I say? You have a way with words." You smirked, looking back at him over your shoulder.
Jason chuckled and turned you in his lap, making you face him.
"I do have a very skilled tongue, as you know." He winked at you, kneading the fat of your hips in his hands.
You groaned and rolled your eyes before grinning and pinching his cheek.
"So, you up for tomorrow? It'll just be at a shitty bar somewhere. They won't judge you, I promise. And if they do, they can take it up with Fuck-" Jason raised one arm and flexed his bicep, "and You." With a wide smile, he lifted his other arm, and you watched as his muscles practically inflated.
You giggled, squeezing his arm with an approving nod of your head.
"I'll be there. I just have some errands to run, so I'll meet you at the place, yeah?" You replied sweetly, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose.
Jason's face scrunched up at your kiss, making him look like an adorable little bunny.
"Sounds good, ladybird." He replied, smiling.
There was something hiding beneath that smile, though. Something sinister. Mischievous. You squinted your eyes at him.
"... What are you up to?" You asked suspiciously, crossing your arms over your chest.
"Who? Me? I'm not up to anything." He replied sweetly, batting his lashes at you.
"Mhm." You hummed, searching for a hint in his teal eyes.
You could see his resolve cracking, his gaze breaking from your for just a split second. You continued to stare at him. Jason cleared his throat and gave you a tight smile before striking.
Quickly, he pushed you off his lap, making you stumble to the floor of your living room on shaky legs before he lowered himself to the ground, hooking one arm around your knees and hoisting you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
You screeched, digging your hands into his hoodie so you wouldn't fall.
"What the fuck! What are you doing?!" You screamed, cracking into a smile when you heard Jason cackle mischievously.
He moved quickly, rounding the couch and any obstacles with ease.
"Well, you see, I've been stumblin' over my words all day. Care to help me loosen up my tongue at bit, doll?" He grinned, hurrying to your bedroom.
"Jason!-"
Your voice burst with a laugh before you were interrupted by a loud crack when his hand met the back of your thigh.
You gasped, quickly followed by a slap against his clothed back.
"Remember that name, angel. I have a feeling you'll be using it a lot tonight."
.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.
"So, she coming?" Roy asked curiously, settling back into the deep-set lounge with his drink.
The redhead was seated in the middle, between the brothers, earning a shove and an annoyed eyeroll from Jason.
Dick snickered, taking a sip of his beverage.
"Why are you so obsessed with my girl, dude?"
"We just wanna make sure she's real. I'd hate to break you out of Arkham again, little wing." Dick grinned from behind the rim of his glass.
"Wow." Roy clicked his tongue, nodding along to the diabolical comment.
Jason only stared at his brother blankly, blinking once, then twice.
"Too far?" Dick asked, wincing slightly.
"Whaddya think, dickhead?" Roy sighed sharply.
"You should be so glad that I'm in therapy. Otherwise I woulda wiped the floor with you right now." Jason mumbled, taking a swig of his drink.
"It's the Piña Coladas talking." His brother chuckled awkwardly.
Jason just snorted, leaning against the soft cushions.
"To answer your question, yes, she's coming." Roy lit up, excitedly setting his beer down on the table.
"Really? So we get to meet the fabled ladybird, huh?" The redhead grinned, bumping his shoulder with Jason's.
He only shook his head and playfully rolled his eyes at Roy.
"Why didn't she come with you, then?" Dick asked, brows furrowed.
"Had to stop by the craft store." Jason replied simply, finishing his drink.
"Oh, so it's like that? You really did get yourself a pretty little thing, didn't you?" Dick smirked, watching as Jason chuckled in response.
"Dickhead's right. They not only make pieces of art, they are ones." Roy agreed.
Dick scoffed at the nickname.
"She's pretty alright. Looks like she belongs in the Louvre." Jason responded with a smile, then immediately regretting that decision when Roy and Dick began to look like the cheshire cat.
"Ooooo, Jay's in looooove." Roy teased with a chuckle.
"Did little wing find an even littler wing? That's adorable." Duck sniffled, wiping a faux tear from his lashline.
Jason grumbled in response, flipping them off.
"At least I didn't cheat on my girl." He mumbled sharply, hiding behind his second -or third?- glass of the night.
Dick's smile fell and he was reduced to a muttering mess, pouting like a child.
"God, you guys are actual children. Can I have one night-"
they both glanced at Roy when he stopped speaking, his lips parted as he stared at the entrance of the bar.
"You're lettin' flies in, carrot top." Jason said blankly.
Roy let out a low whistle, loosely gesturing to the bar before a smirk cracked on his face.
"Look at that piece of Eye Candy over there."
Dick followed his line of sight.
"Fuck me." He cursed, eyes wide.
"Look at those hips, jesus-"
"Now that's a woman."
Jason was mid sip, uninterested in this mystery woman ordering a drink at the bar. But, he glanced up anyway, only to choke on his drink when his eyes landed on you.
He sputtered, coughing as he felt the alcohol go up his nose.
"Woah, she got you good, didn't she?" Roy teased with a laugh, patting his back.
"Yep.." Jason croaked out, holding back a laugh.
"I'm telling ladybird." Dick said quickly.
Snitch.
"When will she be here anyway? It's been a while." He questioned, pulling up his sleeve to take a look at his watch.
"Soon, soon.." Jason replied, clearing his throat.
"Man, she could sit on me, and I'd thank her. And that rack-"
Roy continued letting his eyes trail over your body.
As amusing as Jason found this little misunderstanding, he couldn't help but grind his teeth and clench his fists.
Meanwhile, Dick delivered a slap to the back of Roy's head.
"Pervert! You don't talk about women like that." He scolded the redhead.
"Says you! As if you don't wanna be suffocated by those thighs or-or knock out on that tummy, I know you do!" Roy said sharply, pointing an accusing finger at Dick.
"Of course I do, but I didn't say it out loud, now did I?" He replied in a condescending tone.
"You fucking-"
"Oh, look, she's approaching us." Jason said nonchalantly, leaning back into the cushions with a grin, watching as the petty bickering between his brother and best friend stopped immediately.
"I call dibs! I saw her first." Roy said quickly, straightening his posture and trying to look unbothered while you approached.
"God fucking dammit." Dick cursed, being left to grumble with his Piña Colada.
He looked at Jason, who was comfortably leaned back with a smirk.
"How are you so chill about this?!" Dick asked irritated.
"You'll see." Jason grinned.
You walked towards them with a smile, the drink you'd just ordered at the bar in your hand. Roy put up his most charming face and quickly cleared his throat.
"Hello there, sweethea-"
his entire face dropped when you placed a hand on Jason's shoulder and pressed a kiss to his lips. His hands instinctively went to rest on your hips, giving them a gentle squeeze.
"Hi, baby." You greeted sweetly.
"Hey there, ladybird." Jason grinned, glancing at Roy and Dick.
The redheads jaw was on the floor, speechless while his gaze flitted between you and his best friend. Dick was just as shocked, but quickly broke out of it.
"THAT’S LADYBIRD?!" He yelled, earning harsh stares from other guests.
Dick quieted down with an apologetic smile and leaned closer to Jason.
"You fucking asshole! Why didn't you do anything? You let us say all those things-" at the realization Dick went pale.
"He's gonna beat our asses." Roy mumbled, still staring at you and Jason.
"... Fuck."
You just stood there dumbfounded while Jason had a grin on his face that made a shiver run down Roy's spine.
"What things?" You asked, you brows furrowed in confusion.
Jason pulled you into his lap, resting one of his hands on your thigh.
"Don't worry about it, angel." He said softly, pecking your cheek.
"How the hell did you end with such a charity case as Jason?" Roy asked bluntly, slumped in his seat, defeated.
"Excuse me?" You sputtered with a scoff.
"That's a lot of nerve coming from someone looking like an affair baby." You shot back.
Dick burst out laughing, Jason cackling along side him while Roy only stared at you.
"And she's feisty? Fuuuuuuck.." He whined.
"Nice to meet you, ladybird." Dick gave you a friendly smile and nod, still wiping the tears from his eyes.
You returned the smile before leaning in to whisper into Jason's ear.
"Is the rest of your family also like this?"
"Like what?"
"Loudmouth assholes." You replied, staring straight at Roy who looked like you just slapped his mother.
Jason laughed, throwing his head back when he saw Roy's face.
"Ah, no. Some of them are quiet assholes."
Dick scoffed, immediately defending himself and his siblings with big hand gestures.
You chuckled as you watched.
"Don't be sad, carrot top," Jason began, giving Roy's shoulder a squeeze, "You couldn't handle her if you tried."
Clark Kent almost drooled the first time he saw you. It was spring time and you wore a sundress that was bordering on inappropriate for a workplace, but that drew his eyes towards you the entire day. You smiled at everyone, the light streaming in from the mid-day sun illuminating your eyes and bouncing off your glowing skin. He didn’t stand up to introduce himself for fear of being caught in his growing attraction to you. Instead you leaned down to shake his hand, your bosom in his face.
Clark Kent loved how you looked. You were a big girl, not self conscious about your weight. However when Clark looked at you, you wanted to shrink. He was clearly your type, and his stares made your heart flutter, but the heat of his gaze left you feeling subconscious.
Clark Kent who touched you any chance he could get. Placing his hand on your hip as he passed, brushing fingers with you when he handed you paperwork, or brushing his thigh against yours. He loved making you smile and tried to do it as much as he could, just to see your full cheeks perk up at him.
Clark Kent obsessively touched you the first time you both got intimate. His hands grabbed at the softness of your sides and squeezed. He wasn’t afraid to hurt you with his strength, and loved it all the more that he could throw you around. His hands grabbed at your ass, moaning at the fact that he couldn’t fit all of you in his hand.
Clark Kent who loved to feel the full weight of you on him. You weren’t heavy on his lap, no matter how much you thought he was. And he was obsessed with feeling you around his cock, swallowing it as you perched prettily on his lap. He whimpered the first time you did, feeling his cock suffocate with the tightness of you.
Clark Kent eagerly pinned you face down, ass up as he slammed into you from behind. You were shaking and moaning under him, begging him to slow down, but he wasn’t listening. Instead, his eyes were trained on your ass, bouncing and rippling from his thrusts. He had to screw his eyes shut to make sure he didn’t cum too fast, instead letting his hands wander along your back and towards your front, cradling your stomach in his big arms.
Clark Kent who hated when you became self conscious about your weight. You didn’t often, but when it was around your period or in the middle of summer, these thoughts came to you, and he loved to show you just how much he adored your fatness. He was almost always at half chub around you, and loved to put you on your back with your knees towards your chest. He would grab your head and make you look down at yourself, at his big cock splitting you open. His other hand would caress your stomach as he told you how attractive he found you, how he never wanted you to change.
Clark Kent who begged you to lay on him after you both had finished, just wanting his cock to stay in you and your weight on his chest like a weighted blanket. He would often fall asleep like this, faintly bucking his hips in his sleep. When you both woke up next, he would give you a small smile and ask if you want to go get a sweet treat.
Helping Lyonel take those pretty gold cuffs off after the tent scene, and kissing the insides of his wrist.
He is so drunk he just melts into his Lady Wife's soft touches as he fumbles to get his doublet and shirt off. He wants to feel her hands on his skin, her lips on his chest.
He desperately needs to feel her fingers tracing the freckles and moles dotting his skin as though drawing constellations in stars. He's danced and drank most of the night away and needs to fall asleep in her arms where it is calm and quiet, like a lull in the storm.
Okay, since I read this, I can't stop thinking about it. This is the fluff version.
They all love your belly. Bordering fetish obsessed with it.
Price loves to have you standing between his legs, arms wrapped around you, head pressed against your stomach, feeling your fingers carding through his hair. He just loves to rest like this for a moment. Finding home in your embrace.
Ghost loves to show you off in all your glory. He buys you dresses that hug your curves and even accentuates your belly fat, nothing 'flattering', no hiding. And then he takes you out for a date, one arm around your waist, a hand grabbing your rolls. Possessive and proud.
Kyle spends hours in the kitchen to cook your favourite things, seeing you eat without shame makes him happy in a way that is healing. The idea of anyone wanting to be smaller and fighting their body for it is now almost as alien to you as it is to him. And when you take a nap together and he uses you as a pillow, insisting that it's like sleeping on a cloud.
Soap calls you his muse and traces your stretch marks with gold and makes you pose for him. He paints you like a goddess, golden light bursting from your voluptuous body, blessing the world with life, wealth, prosperity. He also has sketches of you with each of the others, reminders of the love they share.
a / n : I'm in class and I'm not really paying attention... oops.
Thinking about Clark with a thing for you specifically—and the soft, full look of you just being a bonus.
Shaming himself for daydreaming about sinking his teeth into the back of pillowy thighs. Because that was creepy and he was better than that, right?
Gets a little too touchy in a way that's chock full of unearned familiarity—but never in a manner that's disrespectful.
A palm on your lower back to guide you toward the elevator, because he was raised right and ladies always were to walk through doors first.
Standing a bit too close while the two of you waited on the train to show up.
A train he didn't even need to take because A.) he could fly and B.) you lived in opposite directions.
Allowing his own thighs to spread just slightly to press against yours as you sat beside one another, chatting about work and home and everything in between.
Oh god, and he knows he's a goner when you wrap your arms around his bicep one day. There were no seats so you'd stood beside him chittering away as you usually did, mistakenly "believing" that didn't need to hold the pole.
But the train shook and you stumbled into him—gripping onto him to hold yourself steady. You were so warm, so soft, and you were so close.
He took some deep breaths and tried to laugh it off with you. It was all he could do to keep his breath from stuttering. Let alone to keep himself from chubbing in his slacks on a crowded train.
NOTE: I just wanted to thank anyone who showed my fics so much love tysm <33. This idea hit me in a shower thinking about kuna.
True form!Sukuna never left you on your own, he always made sure to keep an eye on you. The king of curses didn't trust the human species especially not when it comes to you , he never says it out loud but his actions are all about protecting you from all kinds of evil in this realm. So when Sukuna wasn't there he liked to keep you in his domain to make sure you were kept safe. You got used to his stubborn ways and at some point stopped arguing crimson eyes watching over you in some way. The king of curses' domain was nothing like anything you've seen before - candles light the way as skulls on the pathway lie there to celebrate the king of curses' rage and success. Those were his trophies he liked to keep around.
Trueform!Sukuna was a busy man , he is the king of cureses - Altough he tried to make time for his foolish little human his duties called. You tried to get more comfortable in his domain and decised to relax in his onsen.
Skulls and candles decorated the place the warm flickering lights gave you the feeling of warmth despite that sukuna wasnt there to be with you. The warm steam clouded the area , clothes stripped from your soft body as you step into the onsen. The hot water on your skin immediately relaxes you. the weird feeling that someone watches you wont let go , your eyes scan the place but nothing except the flickering candle lights and skulls. You shrug it off and close your eyes starting to relax in the warm water.
Minutes pass – and one of the skulls eyes begin to glow red at first it goes unnoticed but the feeling of being watched is growing a gasp escapes your lips once you notice. Narrowing your eyes you glare at that skull "you dont scare me" you to yourself trying to keep calm and not panic.
sukuna laugh echos around you "Relax mouse , its me" . You relax at the sound of his deep voice and splash the warm water at the skull like it was sukuna himself.
you suddenly feel warmer and it's not because of the water but because sukuna has been watching you, he watched you get comfortable and strip your clothes off and relax in his onsen.
“Pervert” you mutter under your breath which doesn't go unnoticed by the king. “Hmm I'll show you pervert once I'm back. Now do me the favor and get out of there.” You respond by shaking your head which has him growling “im asking you nicely” his growling voice has the domain shaking.
you easily give in because you've been missing him and his passionate touch , gracefully you step out of the onsen water droplets cling desperately onto your rolls , your sensitive nipples perk up in the cold air now sitting next to the onsen to keep you warm. Slowly spreading your legs in front of the red eye skull , crimson eyes following your every move. Your hands roam over your tits , kneading between your fingers tilting your head whining desperately for him. An idea pops up’ you spit on your fingers using it as lube only for your thumb to draw small circles at your aching clit.
Sukuna dicks ache in need , using the precum on his tips to slowly stroke his dicks in a desperate intent to imagine you. A deep groan leaves his lips — breath shallow as his hips hump the air as he jerks himself off. The sound of his hands against his dick FAP FAP FAP, watching you touch yourself naked and looking so soft - wet skin glistening from the bath has him do the unthinkable.
you didn't do much and he was weak at the sight of you in his domain touching yourself, moaning his name.
a/n: you never made yourself cum and stopped the second you heard his shallow breath , his deep moan and growl as he pleasured himself. You sat there with a big smile , Kuna came hard, you milked him dry - thick thighs covered in his cum only to realize you stopped touching yourself a long time ago. Under his shallow breath he mutters “Brat".
Pairing: Plus Size (Although not mentioned frequently) Former Art Teacher!Reader x Simon Riley
Warnings: Check warnings on specific parts.
Series Summary: Reader is an art teacher at a Cambridge, UK public school when an apocalypse overcomes the world. She becomes the caretaker of two of her students who are left behind: A teenage boy with anger issues and a little girl who can't accept the world is ending. Supplies are running out. Reader has no weapons. Enter Simon Riley, the man who breaks into their shelter. Reader makes a deal with him: Take us to safety and I'll give you the antibiotics you need.
