Huh. Maybe I shouldn't have my real first name on here. Hearing someone use it when they reblogged my post in a negative way...well, it made me uncomfortable. I already hate hearing my own name out loud on a good day. Now imagine how it feels when you're kind of tired and you see someone reblogged your post and tagged it with your name, all the while screaming at you for a post you made when you were very upset and agitated. It's not pleasant. So now i'm wondering if i should just get rid of my name on here. But if i do, what would people call me? And isn't it too late, since i've had my first name on here for 3-4 years already? I don't know, but the thought is becoming tempting. I'm too tired to act on it now, but maybe i'll have to give it some thought. sigh...
I rarely write for chubby reader, so if you have an tips for improvement, leave them in the comments :))
SFW | IMAGINE | MHA | FATGUM
The more you stared into the mirror before, the more you wanted to cover yourself up. It was finally your wedding day, the day you anticipated for the last few months, yet you just couldn’t bring yourself to be comfortable in your own skin, even though it was the most important day of your life. Dress after beautiful dress, and none of them felt right. Your thoughts ran wild in your head, crushing your emotions like a tumbling tidal wave. You’d almost convinced yourself enough to call the wedding off, when a knock came about the door.
“Hey..(pet name). You’ve been there for quite some time and the crowd’s getting a little restless.” he said calmly, awaiting your response. “Are you alright in there?”
You sighed deeply and looked in the mirror one last time, forcing a smile before opening the door. “Yeah…” you said dully, “I’m fine.”
One look at you and Taishiro knew something was wrong, this wasn’t the first time he’d seen you like this, and he knew just how to cheer you up.
He chuckled softly, “I love you Y/N, but you know I don’t like liars.” he said, making his way over to the nearby sofa, patting his lap for you to join him. “Come on over, and tell me what’s troubling you.”
You followed his notion, but stood beside him, with a look of worry on your face.
“Don’t be shy now, sit on my lap. This isn’t your first rodeo,” he laughed, pulling you into his lap as you let out a little yelp. “Now..tell me what’s the matter.”
You looked down your body, shifting in a way that covered your stomach. “It’s nothing..” you said hollowly, a small tear rolled down your cheek. “I just..don’t feel right..” you tugged at the seams of your dress.
His eyebrows furrowed in a mix of confusion, “‘Don't feel right?’” he said hastily, wiping the tears away. “This isn’t about that tummy of yours now is it?”
You nodded, and looked away from him. He quickly hooked your chin with his thumb, making you face him. “I've told you once before, and I’ll tell you again.” he said sternly, “You’re gorgeous, and don’t let anyone tell you differently. I’ve never seen anyone look more beautiful in white than you do right now.”
You smiled at his words, times like this always make you remember why you even said yes to him in the first place. “You really mean that?” you said giddily, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear in embarrassment. But your smile quickly faded, “But what about everyone else? What will they think? What they don’t want to see me with you what if-”
He placed a finger to your lips, “There was a reason I chose you,” he replied smugly. “ And there's a reason your last name is going to Toyomitsu. I didn’t want the others. I wanted you. And that’s all that matters. Who cares what the others have to say.”
Without another word, you threw your arms around him, bringing him into your tight embrace. “Thank you Taishiro..for everything.”
“Anything for you (pet name).” he said lovingly, as he glanced over at his watch. “Boy would you look at the time. I think they'd be announcing the bride by now. He said quickly as he fixed his tie and cuffs. “See you at the altar Y/N, I love you.” and just like that he was gone.
I like to think sasuke would get embarrassed about how clingy he gets while he’s asleep. Like push you to the edge of the bed but also hog all the blankets, he’ll wake up a few minutes before you blush and scurry away but I mean come on, of course you’d notice. Maybe he also whines and sleeptalks cutely? -akatsukimommy
Oh, absolutely, I love this so much, thank you so sending this in, @akatsukimommy !!
Sasuke is the definition of touch starved, but he rarely lets himself indulge the want of physical comfort, so when he’s asleep, his instincts take over, making sure he gets as much affection as possible.
He doesn’t like to fall asleep while cuddling (lies but that’s what he says), but he always wakes up like that, face burrowed into his alpha’s neck or pressed against their chest, a hand firmly gripped into their sleep clothes to subconsciously reassure himself that you aren’t going to leave him in the middle of the night.
Sasuke is one hell of an early bird, so he wakes up like this before his alpha wakes up and he’s completely mortified. It feels quite shameful to him to be so obviously weak like this which is why he gets a bit insecure about it. He always tries to slip away as quietly and smoothly as possible, and he is pretty good at it, it’s just a shame that his alpha always wakes up in the night to see him like this, so it’s too late.
Sasuke strikes me as the kind of person who blanket hogs when he’s sleeping alone, wrapping himself up in a cocoon of warmth (leaving his arms free for self-defence reasons), but when he’s sleeping next to his alpha, he abandons the blanket stealing in favour of just plastering himself to them.
(He doesn’t get embarrassed about his sleep whining/talking/purring because he doesn’t know that he does it, his alpha has decided to keep that to themselves 🤭 He only sleep talks/whines/purrs when he feels super safe, so no one else knows about it either. Sasuke also scoffs in his sleep sometimes which is both hilarious and adorable.)
If you have the time, I'd love a little fic where Carlos is insecure about his body and TK comforts him by telling Carlos he is perfect just the way he is. Thank you!
Claimed by Red
So sorry for the wait. It’s been a tough few months writing wise. If you follow the anon buddie tumblr, you’ll see I’ve started up writing again over there, so I’ve got some of my mojo back. :)
Insecurities
Objectively, Carlos knew he looked good. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have men and women alike flock him when he was on calls. Sure, he has a little fat here and there, but he’s mostly muscles...
His face is...alright. Again, objectively hot. He loves his eyes, but sometimes he thinks his nose is too big for his face, his lips maybe a little too small. So, sometimes Carlos doesn’t want to look at himself in the mirror. Usually, he can manage to avoid it with his practiced hair routine and shaving...he doesn’t have to...
But TK loves to look at him. He’ll sit on the edge of the tub and watch him get ready for work. TK’s eyes will scan his body as he dresses, his bottom lip always tucked behind his teeth as he smiles, unabashedly. TK loves to run his hands over Carlos’s body. He loves to trace all the ridges and dig his hands into the softer parts of his body.
TK loves to pepper his face with kisses, as if he knows Carlos doesn’t like some of his features...TK always just seems to know. So, maybe, just maybe, TK figured it out.
Carlos didn’t necessarily take compliments of his body well. Maybe that had tipped TK off. The thrown “damn, look at that, Hot Stuff” and the “my handsome lover” comments were always met with little scoffs and immediate turn arounds to TK’s own appearance.
So maybe TK knew.
Slowly, it turned into less of menial compliments and more into declarations. Each kiss that TK laid had a meaning. It said, ‘I love you’, ‘I see you’, ‘you’re perfect’. He placed them everywhere Carlos felt insecure. He pressed them into his body and didn’t let them leave.
When they made love, TK would quietly pour those thoughts into Carlos’s body. Gentle thrusts, open mouthed kisses, and whispered declarations all complimenting Carlos and trying to make him believe what TK saw when he looked at Carlos.
And, maybe, just maybe, Carlos started to believe TK’s declarations.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
It was the best high he’d ever felt, which was ironic considering the only thing he’d been able to get his hands on for the last month had been weed, he knew the come down from this high would kill him but he couldn’t bring himself to care, not when Dave had his hands around him.
does anyone else ever get that feeling like... you wanna express your feelings and problems to your friends and you know they care but then there’s that voice in your head like “no, if you tell them about your problems they’re gonna be nice externally but really they’re gonna think you’re just looking for attention and think you’re lying about everything so you should never ever tell anyone ever because everyone will hate you more now than they did before” because I do lmfao
FOR A STRAWBERRY, I WILL SPILL MY HEART ( accepting. )
first things is i love everything you do and touch. even though we havent threaded yet ( which i hope will change soooooon!! ), i’m still in admiration with everything you write. you breathe life in all of your different muses and you care so much about them, it’s unreal. whenever i read your threads, i get lost in them and i always feel different with every single reply you write. the way you write caroline? get out of heeeereeeeeeeee. i LOVE HER. you are such a sweet person and i’m so glad to be following you ( on your multiple blogs! )
𝐻𝐸 𝐼𝑆 𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝑂𝑊𝑁 𝑊𝑂𝑅𝑆𝑇 𝐸𝑁𝐸𝑀𝑌. his laugh, bitter as nightshade and his touch that takes and takes. he who ruins, who destroys. the smell of blood and death surrounding him, everywhere he goes to. HE DESTROYS EVERYTHING HE TOUCHES. he’s toxic, poison, too far gone. it is a curse that rests upon him. and now, after all this time, it is a curse that rests upon her, too. she embraced him, embraced the darkness, it’s now swallowing her whole, consuming her and it’s deathly. even he knows that. ‘’ let me see. ‘’ he mutters, several large steps taken, reaching out for her, skin upon skin ... and it burns and burns. her blood is enough to drive him to insanity, but unlike his brother, he’s in control. ‘’ are you in pain? ‘’ the sound of his voice is loud, quite threatening. dark hues finds her brighter ones, suspicion written all him, eyes travelling down to her wound. ‘’ who did this to you? ‘’
