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can you please do a plus size reader insecure with dean winchester?

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Dean Winchester x plus size!Reader

Words: about 2.1k words

Warning: saddy sadness, and some allusion to sexy times since we are talking about Dean so they are obviously there.

Author’s note: Hi love! Thank you so much for your request. I felt really inspired by your idea and I hope you like how it came out!

p.s. I got very caught up in the topic, since it is something I feel very close to. Ever since I was a little girl, I was never a very skinny kid, and on more than one occasion I was teased by my classmates when I was in middle school, so I let myself go and put a little bit of me in the one-shot.

Always remember that it is normal to have good days and bad days, but the important thing is not to let the bad days have it. Keep fighting until the end, because losing a battle does not matter, what is important is to win the war. Everyone is perfect and beautiful in their own way, and your body does not define the person you are.

In case you need someone to talk to, I am always here, don't be afraid to seek help because often having someone close by to remind you that the volume of that evil voice we hear inside can be lowered or eliminated is important.

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You look at that slice of cake for the umpteenth time, and you can't help but hear that voice in your head again, evil, whispering all your lifelong insecurities.

Dean has been talking to a girl at the counter for a few minutes, and you can't help but notice how thin she is compared to you, how beautiful she is by the standards society imposes today, standards you have never respected.

You were never a very skinny girl, in fact from a very young age you had your curves, but that never appeared to be a problem until that obnoxious part of your life where children grow up and become teenagers, and that makes them bad there.

For the first time you realized at the age of eleven that your physique was different from the other girls near you, and for the first time you felt different, and that feeling you know deep down never went away.

You tried a thousand diets, and just as many exercises to lose weight, but it almost seemed as if your body didn't want to, so you learned to live with your body. In the beginning it was not easy, you had to face many battles, some you won and some you lost, but somehow your bitter enemy, the figure that is reflected in the mirror every morning, watching you live, judging all the actions you do, is always with you and you cannot get rid of it.

When you first met Dean you were sure that he would not give you a second glance, and that in the event nothing more than a simple friendship would arise as much as you were attracted to the attractive hunter, but against all expectations, only after a few months of knowing you he asked you out and confessed that he was madly in love with you, and that he could no longer live a second of his life. It had been such a strange moment: he was going on and on about all the romantic movies, books, and TV series he had seen himself during that time to find the perfect way to tell you everything he felt and that he finally did it in the bathroom of a movie theater after you had been attacked by a demon while watching a movie; on the contrary, you had remained silent the whole time, wondering how such a handsome, kind, funny, caring, and any other positive adjective in the human vocabulary, man could feel anything for you.

You had realized you were stuck, when waking up from that transe state you had seen him looking at you frightened, and you couldn't help but ask him, with tears in your eyes, "Why me, you could have anyone you want? Why should you only want me, you deserve better." You say sobbing, trying to hold back the tears, not wanting to show him the inner struggle you were fighting all the time with the same voice that is bringing you down today. He had taken your chin in one of his strong hands, made you lift your face and looked straight into your eyes. In those big green eyes you felt as if you could see a meadow in which you could run free of all thought, free to be whoever you wanted to be, and that is what Dean is to you after all, a safe haven in which to seek comfort.

"I want you, and you alone. And already that is a selfish thought, because love, if anyone does not deserve the other it is me, because you are perfect and I am everything but perfect, and I know you deserve so much better, and yet I am selfish and I cannot help but love you and want you to be mine and only mine." Said the man in front of you before kissing you. Immediately you melted like ice cream in the sun in his arms, and you returned the kiss with all the passion and eagerness you were willing to let him know that his feelings were reciprocated. His warm, fleshy lips on yours moved to the rhythm of a dance that only you seemed to know. After a few minutes we parted, needing to breathe again, but both of you had two silly smiles on your faces, of two people stupidly in love with each other, unable to hide it from the world for a second longer. "I have Jane Austen and her Mr. Darcy to thank next time I see her in heaven. Or was it in hell?" Whispered Dean chucklingly before resting his forehead on yours.

"Winchester, we would have a demon to exorcise in the other room." You reminded him, laughing at his earlier statement, before punching him lightly in the chest. "And don't ever make fun of Jane Austen again, I love her books and I won't let you do that." You continued, pretending to give him a dirty look.

"Why do you think I read them?" He replied, winking at you before leaving the room to go deal with the demon, whom you had almost forgotten about.

A voice suddenly brings you back to reality. You look up from the pie in front of you and see Sam's worried eyes trying to decipher your thoughts, which, like a hurricane, are flowing fast in your eyes, too fast to be understood.

"Hey, are you okay?" The smallest Winchester asks you, with a tugged smile, as if you had forgotten how to smile and he wanted to help you learn it again. You then try to smile back at him and nod, not having the heart to tell him that today the battle in the mirror between you and your reflection was won by the mirror, and that as of this morning you feel like crap emotionally, because you feel like crap about your own body.

"I'm just tired, and I'm not very hungry. I think I'll give it to Dean, after all, he's always happy to have a little extra cake." You say trying to be convincing. In fact, it's been about five days since you've really been able to put anything under your teeth, after seeing a girl flirting with Dean in a bar in the town of your last case. Dean had immediately declined the girl's attentions, saying that he was committed to you and loved you, but a self-defense mechanism had sort of been triggered in your brain, telling you that if you didn't want to lose the only person you'd ever really loved in the world, you had to lose weight, and so you started not eating, obviously in secret from Dean.

The lack of food in your stomach has also brought you immense fatigue, in fact you don't even realize that you have left the diner and are now in the car from how foggy your brain is. As soon as you sit in Baby's seat, sleep takes over your body, so much so that you don't even feel Dean pick you up and carry you inside to your motel room. You awaken hours later on the bed you and Dean have been sharing since you arrived in this town, but neither he nor Sam can be seen.

Slowly you get up and drag yourself into the bathroom. You turn on the light and immediately a figure is revealed to you in the mirror. You don't even look like yourself anymore, your skin is white and emaciated, so much so that it looks like that of a ghost; the black circles under your eyes are more pronounced than usual, and an immense sadness shines through your eyes, yet you can't help but be happy to see that your face looks slightly slimmer than it did a couple of days ago. Bitter tears run down your face knowing that being happy about that thing is not right, and that what you are doing is not good for your health, yet you cannot stop that little voice in your head from speaking.

Suddenly you hear the bathroom door open and see before you the frightened and confused face of your boyfriend, who looks at you shocked, seeing the tears on your face. Quickly he approaches you, asking if you are hurt and taking your face in his hands. You try hard to pull away from him, but you are not strong enough. You don't want him to feel your impefect body, he doesn't deserve it, yet he continues to hold you in his arms, while a hand gently strokes your back, trying to calm you down.

"Love, what's going on? Why are you crying? What can I do to help you?" Dean whispers to you, in turn with tears ready to run down his cheeks not knowing how he can take away the pain you are feeling so intensely.

"I'm sorry Dean, I'm really sorry. I've tried, but I can't." You sob, against his shoulder, stopping fighting him and letting yourself go into his embrace.

"What did you try to do love?" The elder Winchester asks with a veil of fear.

"I tried to be a better girlfriend, I tried to lose weight, but I can't. The voice is right, I don't deserve you, I never deserved you. I don't know how you can really love someone like me." You continue crying, falling to your knees, accompanied by his strong arms, as he follows you, also kneeling on the floor. Your figures seem to merge in this embrace, as you tell him of all your insecurities, of the evil voice that dwells within you and hinders your every hope for happiness, and how these days you have preferred to starve yourself in order to be a girl worthy of being seen at Dean Winchester's side. He listens to you in silence, as tears furrow his face and fall silently on your hair, since he has his chin resting on top of your head, while you hide your face in his chest seeking the comfort of his heartbeat and his scent as you open your soul to him on the motel floor of a godforsaken town.

When you're done, you can't help but breathe a sigh of relief, feeling your heart lighten, and uncertainly you look into Dean's eyes and see his sadness, and immediately feel guilty knowing that you are the cause of that feeling. In a moment as if he is reading your mind, however, he immediately stops you and reassures you.

"Love, first of all, the next time you hear this voice or these feelings inside you, don't hesitate and come to me right away, because I love you and I don't want to see you suffer like this and you know that I am always there for you, no matter what, even if you just have to ask me why the color blue is blue at three o'clock in the morning on a Saturday, I am always there for you, I am your love slave." Says the hunter, kissing the last tears streaming down my face. "And secondly, you don't have to change in any possible universe, because you in each of them are perfect as you are. There is not one thing about you that I don't love madly: your hair, your eyes, your intelligence, your laugh, your body-oh God don't get me started on how your body drives me crazy, because believe me I could start a new religion just to worship you as the goddess you are. Every day I have to hold myself back from kissing every inch of your body, from screaming to the world that you are mine, that the best woman in the world is in love with me, and I still don't understand how that is possible. There is not one thing you do that is not perfect in my eyes, and even now I still think that never on earth and in heaven has there been a more perfect being than you, so please don't ever again believe what your brain tells you and believe me." He continues, as he looks into your eyes. You have never felt so loved in your life. The only thing you want to do is thank him, but no words come out of your mouth, so you kiss him, showing him how you feel about him. Slowly Dean gets up, taking you in his arms, not breaking the kiss. Only when you reach the front of the bed and he drops you on it, your lips part and he says a few words.

"I would say it's time to prove that I wasn't joking when I said I would found a religion just to worship your body."

And boy was he not joking.

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hajim3 · 1 year

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You want requests? Hmmmm who (out of all characters you right for) likes a plump soft reader? Who looks at thicc ppl and just can't help themselves? And what's their first fantasy about chubby reader?

If you don't do chubby reader requests then plz ignore me. Thank you for your time ✌️🤗

𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚌 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚎?

꒷꒦꒷‧˚.‧꒦꒷꒦ ꒷꒦‧˚.‧꒷꒦꒷‧˚꒦꒷꒦꒷‧˚.‧꒦꒷꒦ ꒷꒦‧˚.‧꒷꒷꒦꒷‧˚.‧꒦꒷

cw: gn!reader, mentions of titties but it can be ignored if it doesn’t apply, suggestive (I think??) I’m not good at warnings so lmk if I missed anything

a/n: HI GUYS!!! I’VE MISSED YOU!!! It’s been over a year! I know this is very short but this took me two days to write cuz I had to get my brain turning again. 😭 Also I had to stop myself from writing cuz I still had a bit more to say but imma save it for another time. I feel pretty good about this one so I hope you guys enjoy it as well.

word count: 478

꒷꒦꒷‧˚.‧꒦꒷꒦ ꒷꒦‧˚.‧꒷꒦꒷‧˚꒦꒷꒦꒷‧˚.‧꒦꒷꒦ ꒷꒦‧˚.‧꒷꒷꒦꒷‧˚.‧꒦꒷

⇾ Tbh I have a whole arsenal of characters that I think would die for a cute chubby person

⇾ But if i absolutely had to pick one person, I say Bokuto (oh and Osamu but imma save that for another time) and i will die on the hill that he would go through hell and back to just get a sprinkle of attention from a chubby person and if you disagree then you’re wrong 🤷🏽‍♀️

⇾ And if I’m not mistaken this is canon right???

⇾ My mans is going feral for some big thighs and titties bro

⇾ Bruh cant keep his hands off you man

⇾ Always expect your thighs to be squeezed, checks to be pinched, ass to be slapped, and tits to be caressed at any given moment

⇾ Cuddles are so nice with him especially in the winter

⇾ Cuddles can either be calm and relaxing or chaotic and loud (no in between)

⇾ But honestly he’s such an affectionate person in the first place so his favorite thing to do with you is cuddle because you’re both so warm and it just feels heavenly (I was always the person that someone would hug/touch to warm up because I’m naturally very warm so this resonates deep with me 😭)

⇾ He’s so proud to show you off in public

⇾ He’s the boyfriend that’ll let you wear whatever you want in public cuz he’s secure in the fact that you’re his and he’s yours so there’s no reason for him not to 🤷🏽‍♀️

⇾ In fact, he would jump at any opportunity to take pictures of you because he’s just so obsessed with your beauty he just can’t help it

⇾ Bro turns into a professional photographer when it comes to you

⇾ Like he’s getting all the angles and lighting to make sure it’s perfect

⇾ If someone was to open his social media they would think it’s ran by you from the amount of pictures and videos of you he has on there

⇾ He’ll post a pic of you and it’ll have some corny ass caption like “just in case you forgot what they look like 🤭🥰” even all his other recent posts (within the last couple days) were of you

⇾ He will spam your comments with emojis and stupid pick up lines whenever you post on you own page

⇾ His one and only wish is to be between your thighs at all times

⇾ Like if he could die between your thighs, oh trust me he most certainly will, with a smile on his face too

⇾ Oh yea he has a very bad habit of slapping your ass, so hard if hurts

⇾ But being the sweet boy he is, he immediately apologizes and rubs it

⇾ If I keep going any longer this is gonna be super fucking long so imma cut it here and maybe make a Pt2 and answer that last part in it💀

FIN

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itsthewritergal · 1 year

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please, Bucky - B.Barnes x plus sized!reader

Summary: Y/N never gets hit on at the bar, until Bucky finds out...

TW: Mention of ‘fat’ once or twice, mention of drinking, self-consciousness (think that’s it but let me know!)

The doors of the lift creaked open and out fell Nat, Sam, and Peter, with a loud laugh and a thud on the floor, Wanda and Y/N stepped out behind them.

“You all okay?” Steve asked from his seat on the sofa, all he got as a response was another round of laughter attracting Tony and Bucky’s attention.

“I’ll go get some water” Bucky said, it wasn’t a secret that crowds of drunk people terrified him, it was one of the main reasons he always skipped out of team nights out. He hurried out of the room in the direction of the kitchen.

“Good night out I’m guessing?” Tony said

“Yeah!” Nat agreed enthusiastically, swaying on her feet as she stood up, Y/N stood behind the group her feet shifting uncomfortably on the spot.

“You all had a good night?” Steve asked, eyeing up Y/N’s glossed over eyes and lack of smile. “Yeah it was fine” Y/N replied hoping Steve would drop the interrogation which was looming

Bucky returned with a few bottles of water, he handed them to each of the team who had now relocated to the sofas. Y/N was last

“Here” He said softly passing the cool water over to her before taking his usual seat next to Y/N,

“Thanks” She muttered before taking a sip of the water

“And then this guy just kissed me! Right there in the middle of the club!” Nat continued her story Y/N hadn’t even notice she had started. Bucky sensed her tensing up beside him

“That guy really took on more than he could chew huh?” Bucky whispered to Y/N who mustered up a tight lipped smile

“What about you?” Tony said tipping his head over to Y/N

“Huh?” She replied

“Y/N?” Sam laughed “She’s too proper for that” He added with a smirk

“Not even a kiss?” Tony pushed “Not Y/N, she’s the trustworthy one” Nat laughed as her head lolled to the side

“We had fun though” Wanda said, Y/N knew she was sensing the discomfort growing in the room

“Yeah we did” Y/N agreed hoping for the subject to be changed, She shifted again in her seat, Bucky wrapped his arm around her shoulder as a desperate attempt to get her to relax a little

“Ooh did I tell you about the girl who hit on Peter?!” Nat said

“No you didn’t!’ Tony said “did spider-boy over here got some?!” He grinned

“I’m going to head to bed I don't think I need to hear this” Steve laughed

“Cap’s got the right idea, I’ll see you all in the morning” Bruce added, following Steve’s footsteps out of the common room area.

“Well what happened was Peter was dancing to this stupid song which none of us knew and then—” Nat started

Y/N rested her head on Bucky’s shoulder, the weight made Bucky sigh softly as he pressed a gentle kiss to her head.

“Doll?” Bucky said not used to Y/N being this close to him

“Think I’m going to go to bed, don’t want to hear this story again” She whispered

“Want me to come and help you get ready?” Bucky asked, he often was the one Y/N came to when she was drunk and needing help

“I’ve got it Buck” She said standing up and leaving the room without another word. The moment the door closed, Nat’s ears perked up

“Did someone leave?” She asked obliviously. Bucky felt the anger bubble up inside him, everyone knew Nat became the centre of attention when she was drinking but suddenly it wasn’t funny anymore. Bucky stood up and left the common room in search for Y/N — — — — —

Y/N had tucked herself into her bed, a movie playing on her laptop quietly. She didn’t care enough to look up when the door opened, she already knew it was Bucky without even looking up it was always Bucky.

“Hey doll” He said sitting himself on the bed next to her,

“Come lay with me?” She asked and Bucky did just as she asked, he stayed above the covers. Despite them blurring the lines of friendship one too many times Bucky knew this was a line he couldn’t step over,

“Wanna tell me what’s going on in your pretty head?” He asked, Y/N practically sobbed and hid her face into her pillow “Hey hey hey” Bucky said pulling her into his chest

“I’m sorry” She whispered

“No apologise baby, just tell me what’s going on” Bucky said gently

“Don’t want to go out again Buck” She whispered

“Did someone do something?” Bucky asked, the question only made Y/N cry harder

“Please Buck” she cried, it was obvious she didn’t want to go into any details but Bucky’s anger couldn’t prevent the following questions

“Did someone touch you? Did they hurt you baby?” He knew he was making things worse in his own head but he couldn’t stop the thoughts.

“Buck leave it” Y/N said shifting herself away from Bucky,

“Baby I need to know what’s going on” He said, he’d never used the nickname as much as he head tonight but something just snapped inside him, it made him feel just that little bit closer to Y/N.

“Buck I’m fine,” Y/N started

“Don’t give me that shit Y/N” Bucky said “I need to know what happened to you”

“Nothing happened to me!” Y/N suddenly shouted,

“What?” Bucky asked

“Nothing happened, nobody even looked at me. Even Peter got attention tonight,” She huffed calming herself down a little

“Nobody?” Bucky said almost in disbelief “But you looked a million bucks baby”

“Nobody ever hits on me,” she said pulling the covers further over herself

“Never?” Bucky said

“Fat girls don’t get hit on Buck, I really don’t want to talk about this anymore.” Y/N said “Can we please just sleep?”

“Come here baby” Bucky said allowing for Y/N to snuggle into his arms.

— — — — — —

“Y/N its girls night why aren’t you ready?” Nat said stepping into the common room where Y/N sat in sweats

“Not feeling it” She replied taking another spoonful of ice cream

“What do you mean you’re not feeling it?” Wanda asked concern filling her voice

“Just not” Y/N replied

Wanda and Nat shared a concerned look, Y/N rarely ever turned a night out down. Yet here they were,

“We can find you a new dress?”

“From where?” Y/N challenged

“Uh, well I didn’t that far ahead” Wanda admitted

“I don’t want to go” Y/N said

“You might meet the man of your dreams tonight” Nat tried to persuade her,

“Not helping”

“We can dance all night?” Wanda said

“Go on Y/N it’ll be fun” Bucky said prodding her with his foot, he had been listening in.

“I’ve already said I don’t want to”

“It’s not girls night without you” Nat huffed

“You might have a good time?” Bucky said softly, stealing Y/N’s attention away from the girls.

“Buck leave it” She said

“Please Y/N” Nat whined flopping onto Y/N’s lap

“Nat please I really don't want to” She said

“20 minutes,” Nat said looking to her with pleading eyes

“Nat—”

“I’ll buy all your drinks”

“Nat—-”

“I’ll stay with you all night and we can just dance?”

“No men?” “No men” Nat promised,

“No men” Wanda promised

“Fine, 20 minutes, I don’t pay for my drinks and no men” Y/N confirmed, standing up as Nat and Wanda cheered behind her.

— — — — —

Y/N had been dancing for fifteen minutes and she was religiously watching the clock on her phone tick away, there wasn’t a single bone in her body which wanted to be there. Especially not with the wandering eyes on Nat and Wanda, Y/N knew there were none on her.She had barely drunk a single drink, not caring enough to get drunk. Her tight black dress was getting tighter the more she moved and it was sitting in all the wrong places, making Y/N get more and more self conscious. Her fingers kept pulling at the fabric trying to tug it away from her stomach.

She tried to dance with Nat and Wanda, the last thing she wanted to do was ruin their night. But there just wasn’t a single positive that Y/N could find. Especially when a man wrapped his arm around Nat’s waist

“Hey baby” He whispered into Nat’s ear

“Hey,” she grinned up at the man

“Wanna drink?” He asked, Nat turned to Y/N and Wanda with pleading eyes,

“Go on” Y/N said, the ‘no men’ rule going out the window. Wanda was captivated by a man who was dancing near her, Y/N was about ready to go home,

Until a hand wrapped around her waist. She froze, she hadn’t ever been in this situation before, she had no idea how to act.

“Can I buy you a drink?” A voice whispered into her ear, Y/N took a deep breath and turned around instantly she was met with Bucky’s blue eyes staring down at her.

“Buck what are you doing here?” She said the anger bubbling up as she turned back to Wanda who was dancing with the other man

“I just want to dance with a pretty girl” He said calmly

“Buck you don’t have to do this” Y/N said with a sigh

“I’m not doing it because I have to, I’m doing it because I want to. Now are you going to let me buy you a drink?”

“Buck go home” She said

“Not until I buy you a drink” Bucky said

“Go on Y/N! Get some!!” Wanda whooped as she danced

“Come on baby please?” Bucky said slinging an arm around her shoulders pulling her closer to his warm body,

“Fine, just one” Y/N said, allowing Bucky to coax her towards the bar,

“Thats my baby” He said pressing a kiss to her forehead, Y/N paused for a second her and Bucky had never acted like this before.

“Thank you Buck” Y/N whispered finally allowing her walls to come down, if it wasn’t for Bucky’s hearing he wouldn’t have heard it, “Don’t thank me, I’m just doing what I’ve wanted to for years” Bucky said pressing a kiss to Y/N’s cheek as he ordered her favourite drink. The moment the bartender passed it over to Y/N, they found a secluded corner of the bar,

“For years?” Y/N repeated Bucky’s words

“Ever since I met you” Bucky whispered, Y/N took a sip of her drink her anxiety getting the better of her “Baby,” He pushed for a reply

“Buck, I felt the same” She said, Bucky took the drink from her hands and placed it down on the bar, returning quickly he placed a hand on her cheek, his lips dangerous close to hers. He stopped millimetres away from her lips, pausing he said,

“Tell me you want this”

“Buck” Y/N whispered

“Need you to say yes baby” Bucky said

“Yes, please Bucky” Y/N said.

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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Oooooh #3 is giving off Alpha Jake and his omega princess after she sees the man she was with while Jake was in the army.

It was a pure coincidence that you’d seen him at all, a pure coincidence that he had spotted you in the crowd in that rose gold glittery dress with a visible baby bump. You hadn’t even been aware that your ex, if you could even call him that, ran in these crowds or had any affiliation with some of the Jensen’ family charities. You had tried to keep as many degrees of separation between Jake and yourself, every interaction you had with alphas planned to remove pieces of Jake that you’d carried with you.

He had found you before you found him, and whether it was genuine curiosity about your place here, as curious as you were about him, or whether he felt like he was owed some kind of explanation, the result was the same. Your ex had approached Jake and yourself with furrowed brows, first gazing at your well put together appearance and the healed boldened mark on your neck and then his eyesight dropped to your baby bump.

“Fuck, you’re pregnant?” His surprise was off putting, his eyes narrowed in the direction of the rose gold dress stretched across your belly.

“Princess,” Jake was upon the two of you immediately, possibly recognizing the scent that had once clutched to your clothes when you and Jake we separated, “who’s this?”

Jake had pressed himself to your back, his hands protectively resting upon your baby bump, his chin resting against your shoulder. He was relatively calm despite his protective instincts, he was keeping his eyes fixated on your ex as a challenge to try anything. There was no realm of possibility wherein Jake would leave your side tonight, not while he knew this was someone you’d slept with.

Even if he wasn’t a challenge in any frame of the word, Jake was going to treat him like he was. You could feel it.

“We used to sleep together.” Your ex let loose some of the surprise laced with bitterness, or maybe it was disbelief, though it hadn’t mattered to Jake.

“Don’t kid yourself, you never gave her an orgasm.” Jake scoffed and rolled his eyes, immediately rebuffing the claim though it was true. “What’d you call him? Speed of light Lukas or some shit-“

“Jake!” You squeaked in response to his bold statement, heat blooming in your belly as he raised an arm and looped it around your shoulders as if to protect and hide your mark, a way to show your ex that he was not worthy of seeing your bond. “You can’t-“

“How the fuck are you pregnant?” Your ex cut you off bewildered by your placement in life currently, and the bond that held you and Jake together.

“He’s kidding, right?” Jake grinned, completely overcome with amusement over your ex, “you’ve got to be shitting me. I screwed my omega over and over, i gave her orgasms, which is clearly something you’ve never given an omega, and then I plugged her tight-“

“Okay, we’re leaving, you’re leaving. Goodbye.” You elbowed Jake, hissing at him under your breath as you moved to get out of this awkward situation. “I hated this, don’t talk to me again.”

Jake’s amusement had only grown with another huff from your ex, bewildered and confused. Jake’s shoulders had quaked from his laughter, and his arm slipped around your waist as his fingers stroked your belly. “Princess, you know how to pick them-“

“Yeah,” you elbowed him again, feigning anger as you looked up at him, “I’m still regretting my last choice.”

“Too damn bad, you’re stuck with me now.”

#mob!alpha!Jake Jensen x omega!Reader #alpha!Jake Jensen x omega!Reader #mob!Jake Jensen x reader #plus sized!omega!reader #plus sized!reader #alpha!Jake Jensen x plus sized!omega!Reader #everything for you series #everything for you drabble

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scarisd3ad · 1 year

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Can i have some Imagines with Robin when they girlfriend is bullyied By moose Because she is Chubby ?:)

Yesss!

Pairing - Robin Arellano x fem!chubby!reader

Warnings - bullying, fatphobia

“You’re just a fat bitch I don’t even know why anyone would want you” moose says his hand squishing my cheeks together. He takes his other hand, balls it up, and punches me right in the mouth. His friends are laughing around me, as I lay in the ground blood soaking my new white shirt. I watch as they walk away before I even decide to get up.

I wipe my nose, and my mouth, blood smearing on my hand. I don’t know why they hated me so much. Maybe it was because I wasn’t like any of the other girls. I kept to myself most of the time, maybe if that was the only thing wrong with me then they’d leave me alone. I was bigger than most of the other girls. All of the other girls in the eighth grade were petite I was not. It was already hard having all the girls give me dirty looks, and laugh at me in the locker room, but also getting beat up by moose and his group of friends was so much worse.

I feel like the only person on my side currently was my best friend / boyfriend Robin. When I get home the first thing I do is clean up my face before my mom gets home, becaosue god forbid she sees what happened. Then I call Robin.

“Hey..what’s up?” Robin asks when he answers the phone. “Nothing, it’s just moose he..” I trail off not wanting Robin to hurt someone else, or hurt himself. “What’d he do. Y/n tell me what he did?” “He..punched me. But I’m alright” I whisper. He sighs before hanging up the phone.

About 30 minutes there’s a few knocks on my window. I turn my head to see Robin stood there, with his knuckles all beat up. I sigh as I unlock my window and let him in. “Oh my god what’d you do?” I groan as I help him in. He wipes his hands on his jeans, smearing blood into the denim. “He’s not going to mess with you again” I roll my eyes as I took his hand in mine, caressing his knuckles lightly. “You didn’t have to do that” I say quietly. His face softens “I can’t just let him mess with you.”

“But now he’ll be after you” Robin rolls his eyes “no he won’t, I fucked him up good” he says showing me his knuckles which are bloody and red. I sigh “come on let’s fix youre hands up”.

#fanfics #x reader #robin arellano x reader #the black phone #robin arellano #Robin Arellano x fem!reader #female!reader #fem!reader #plus sized!reader #chubby!reader

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willsimpforanyone · 1 year

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Hi! I love your works, and I was wondering if you can do another thor x plus size reader one shot? It can be any premise, I just want it to be from you.

i've made it through all the requests before this one that made me start writing again- genuinely one of the sweetest things i've ever seen, thank you anon <3

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"Thor? Honey?"

I called out to the apartment, waiting for my partner to respond. A few seconds later, Thor strode into the room, leaning over the back of my desk chair and resting his arms around my shoulders.

"Good afternoon, my darling. You called?"

I turned my head to press a kiss to his arm. "I did. Thought you might want to know some of the comments about our latest trip to that coffee shop in New York."

"Oh!" Thor slid down and knelt by the side of my chair, smiling face looking up at me. "I will never turn down the opportunity to have praise rained down upon my soul."

Shaking my head slightly, I smiled and scrolled down to the comments of the article- a pointless article, literally just about the two of us going for coffee, but I liked how people fawning over him always made him light up.

I cleared my throat, and began quoting. "OMG, Thor is such a hottie! He's so cute, look at those arms tho! How is he so gorgeous when he's literally in just a t-shirt and jeans, his hair is so gorgeous, what I wouldn't do for this man, shame he-" I blinked, my flow broken.

Shame he's dating that thing he calls a girlfriend.

Ouch. I shifted uncomfortably, but continued. The comments were filled with praise for my lovely boyfriend, but now I was tuned into it, I kept seeing the ones about me- about how Thor must have to 'put up' with me, talking shit about my weight, how big I looked in that one shirt.

I kept my voice steady, but before long Thor was gently turning my chair away from the computer.

"My love, thou for whom I would move the whole of Asgard, something is troubling you." He frowned, looking up into my face. I attempted a smile but clearly it wasn't convincing.

I gave up pretty quickly, and sighed. "I'm fine, hun, it just sucks sometimes that the first thing people notice about me is just about the least important thing about me." Sure, I was resilient, I had to be, but these things still sting.

Thor gently pushed the chair away from the desk and knee-walked to be in front of the computer. "Aren't all these from the same little grey person?"

What?

I wheeled myself over to him and the computer. The profile pictures were all grey faceless images. I chuckled. "No, babe, those are different people, just deactivated." He shot me a blank look. "I mean, those people got rid of their presence on this page after they posted the comment."

He frowned at the screen. "Why?"

"Well, they might no longer be interested, or they may have gotten annoyed at the comments replying-"

I clicked over the first comment calling me a 'thing', revealing a thread of comments underneath.

"Look! These people seem to think different." Thor grinned, and I had to agree.

The thread was filled with people... defending me. Getting angry on my behalf. There were some addressed directly to me- 'If you're reading this, you are beautiful, pay not attention to these fuckers.' 'You're stunning, babe, Thor is lucky to have a girl like you.'

Clicking on every negative comment, there was a stream of positive ones underneath, rallying against the negativity until the person deactivated.

I was smiling like a kid, ear to ear. Thor stood from the floor, pulling me out of the chair to wrap his arms around me. "See? Not everyone in Midgard is a brainless moron."

I laughed, but pressed a kiss to his lips.

"No, not everyone."

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i very much hope you enjoyed, thank you for requesting!!

#thor #thor x reader #thor imagine #plus sized!reader #plus sized reader #thor x plus size reader

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negans-lucille-tblr · 7 months

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do you have anything written for a plus sized reader? do you plan on posting anything like that anytime soon?

I've got a few things dotted throughout my masterlists for plus sized reader.

The letter X in my A-Z with Negan series involves a plus sized reader.

Cracked Reflections is a series with Jensen Ackles and a plus sized reader

Then there's Sit with Soldier Boy which is basically just oral sex galore pwp

My mind has actually gone blank for others (But there are some if you look)

And I'm never opposed to writing more plus sized reader, I don't have a new series planned yet, but I've got several oneshots approaching that are very vague or indescript of the reader's size. Nothing specifically plus sized that I've written recently, but like I said, I'm definitely open to writing more if it fits the idea I'm writing.

Hope this helps! <3

#bee answers #plus sized!reader #anon

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pollenallergie · 11 months

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TW/CW: use of a lesbian slang term (I don’t technically think it’s an actual slur?? But it is used as an insult in this specific case… mostly because I didn’t feel comfortable using the actual slur here… I may be sapphic, but I’m bi so I really don’t feel like it’s my place to use that word.), homophobic sentiments, Jason 🤢, two closeted sapphics doing a terrible job at hiding their gayness, Chrissy’s a lil possessive, and plus sized!reader.

You’re not petite like Chrissy (you lovely plus-sized angel, you), so best friend!Chrissy orders a cheer jacket in your size with her own name on it and sprays it with her perfume so that you can walk around the halls of Hawkins High wearing her clothes. When she gifts it to you, she tells you that she got it for you just because 1) she knows you’re still a little bummed that you didn’t make the squad, 2) you never remember to wear a jacket when it gets chilly and watching you walk around in under 30 degree weather without a coat drives her crazy (“I’m your friend, your best friend, at that! I’m allowed to be concerned about your well-being!!”), and 3) she knows how much you like her perfume and, since she can’t afford to buy you your own bottle, she figures giving you a coat that’s been spritzed with it is the next best thing. You’re so insecure, closeted, and naive that you truly believe her gifting you that jacket was nothing more than a friendly gesture. Even when she insists that you let her spritz it with her sweet perfume whenever her scent dulls on it, you still think that Chrissy’s just trying to be a good friend. Oh you sweet, naive, little closeted gayby baby. Jason’s pissed the first time you wear that jacket to school because that day also, coincidentally, happens to be the day that Chrissy stops wearing his letterman jacket around school and starts, instead, wearing her own cheer jacket; the one that looks and smells just like yours. He’s always known how pathetically in love with her you are (it’s why he’s always internally hated your guts while externally acting merely indifferent towards you in an effort to save face in front of his girlfriend). However, when Chrissy gifts you that matching jacket and starts matching your outfits each day - by coordinating her scrunchie color with yours, wearing your matching friendship bracelet, and sporting that matching jacket - Jason starts to suspect that maybe his picture-perfect little girlfriend has a thing for you too. Of course, he doesn’t want to believe it, that his girlfriend, the love of his life, could be a carpet-muncher. So, he starts asking her to go to church with him and his family more often… only for her to bring you along too. Then Jason starts asking her to go on more one-on-one dates with him, only for Chrissy to cancel last minute because she’s “sick.” However, whenever he drops by her place to check on her, Mrs. Cunningham always says she’s next door at your place, rolling her eyes while she’s at it because she doesn’t care for you either.

But enough about Jason slowly coming to terms with the fact that Chrissy’s madly in love with you and not him… An added bonus of you wearing the jacket she’s given you is that Chrissy gets to feel this profound sense of possessive pride tingle up her spine whenever she spots you walking through the halls with her jacket on. She now understands why all the jocks make their girlfriends wear their letterman jackets, because there’s something oddly satisfying, delightful even, about seeing her name literally branded on your clothing and smelling her own trademark scent wafting off you in soft, delicate, subtle waves; just enough that you smell just like her without the scent being too strong or overwhelming.

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imarvelatthestars · 2 years

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Soft

Notes: I definitely didn't draw on the one-sided pining thing I have going for my stupid hot coworker to write this, no siree.

Warnings: reader struggles with insecurities related to body weight/shape/size, mutual one-sided pining (y'all are just dumb), multiple povs

Pairings: Steven Grant x plus sized!Reader

It really does feel, sometimes, that Steven isn't aware of himself. He clearly is many ways - he showers, puts on cologne, dresses nice, takes care of himself, but that's just it. He takes really good care of himself. Yeah, maybe his shirt isn't usually tucked into his trousers and maybe his hair can be a bit messy most days, but he smells like spice and tea, he keeps his fingernails nicely trimmed, and you swear his teeth blind you nearly every time he smiles. And he's fucking built. That's the part that really gets you because he's just Steven, just your friend Steven, your coworker Steven, your very normal person you happen to share a job with Steven, yet you can see the muscles of his arms straining against his shirts nearly every day.

It occupies your thoughts more than it should, the concept of Steven working out. Does he do it at home? Does he just do 500 rounds of push-ups every night? Does he go to the gym? It's a dangerous thought, him at the gym, working up a sweat, muscles straining, mouth pressed into a thin, firm line, wearing baggy shorts and-.

Woah. You really need to reign it in.

But this is exactly why it feels like Steven isn't aware of himself. Because the type of man he is is cheeky, sweet, and massively intelligent, he's not a gym rat, but he looks like one. And it makes you feel stupid for even entertaining this crush you have on him because he's so far out of your league that it's laughable. He's so intelligent, so sweet and funny and charming, so stupid fucking handsome that while you know he enjoys your company, enjoys your commentary and your jokes, enjoys spending time with you, you know there's no way he's ever going to look at you the same way you look at him. And there's really only one reason why.

The slamming of a nearby door stirs you from your thoughts and you blink yourself back into the real world just in time for Steven to come around the corner. He's got a thermos in his hand, his messenger back slung over one shoulder, and a loose curl hanging across his forehead. A smile breaks out over your face without you even thinking about it; it always does when he's around.

"Morning," he chimes with a smile and a wave.

Your cheeks are already starting to hurt. "Morning. It's really good to see you," you say and you mean it more than he will probably ever realize.

But he stops mid-step, just for a second, just long enough to look like a stutter, eyes trained on you and his lips slightly parted. He looks startled. No, that's not the right word. Surprised, maybe? It sends white-hot panic shooting through your chest because maybe you sounded just a little too pleased to see him, maybe you laid it on a little too thick this time, and now you're praying that your friendship doesn't come tumbling down.

"What, really?" Steven's mouth kind of gapes for a moment before quirking into a smile. He continues walking, a little slower this time, as his eyes dart around shyly. "That's probably, like, the loveliest thing anyone's ever said t' me."

You try to play it off with a wave of your hand, a sound in the back of your throat like it's no big thing.

"It's very good t' see you too, my lady," and he bows like an absolute idiot, and you can literally feel the affection burning in your eyes.

Stupid, you remind yourself. Turn it off before he notices.

He sets his thermos on the table by your water bottle and starts taking off his bag, then his jacket. You're very proud of yourself for not letting your eyes falter as he does, even if you steal a glance at the slope of his shoulders when he turns to hang his things up. Damn him.

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Steven's never told you, but he loves that you both have the same lunch breaks. It's funny how fate works like that sometimes, putting the two of you together in such a way that he couldn't avoid you even if he wanted. Not that he ever would. And he knows that if Marc were here right now, he'd scoff, roll his eyes, mumble something about how fate isn't a thing and that Steven's just a romantic. That's mostly true because he is a romantic, but he knows somehow that fate it real. It brought him to you, didn't it? After the life Marc's had, the chaos in Cairo, the aftermath of discovering Jake and Khonshu, it's a bloody miracle that he just happened to get a job at a new museum and that you're there too.

You're chattering on about the new episode of your favorite show, something about time travel and a woman with two hearts. Sounds kinda weird, but if you love it, then he's sure he will too. Maybe he'll try it some day, if not just to see the way your eyes are sure to sparkle when he tells you. You crack a terrible joke and half cover your mouth to hide your laugh, and his stomach twists. God, you're cute. He really loves it when you laugh all hearty and full with your nose screwed up and the skin under your chin squishing with the force of it all, unembarrassed, unashamedly you.

He loves it so much that he has to actually bite down on the inside of both his cheeks to stop himself from saying so. His smile falters just a bit. Best not let you see the hearts in his eyes, how much he really, really likes you, how he'd do anything to have you to look at him the way he looks at you when you can't see, like he just had. Best not get his hopes up, either.

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It's kind of embarrassing the way your heart sinks when he tells you he's going to be out of town for a week. You can feel your shoulders wilt and your face fall, but you try your best not to make it too obvious how deep your feelings run.

"Well, it'll be lonely without you," you say casually and you hope he doesn't think much of it. "Who's gonna listen to me ramble during lunch? Or roll their eyes at all my really awful jokes?"

Steven smirks and your gaze is locked onto it. "Dunno, love, maybe I'll hafta set some plushies out for you t' chat with."

God, you love it when he's cheeky like this. Makes you want to grab him by the collar and kiss him. Hard.

"Maybe I'll keep them after you come back. If they laugh at my jokes, then they might just end up being my new lunchtime buddies instead of you."

A warm brown hand presses itself to the area over Steven's heart. It draws you in, invites your gaze as he says something about being offended you could do such a thing, but you don't particularly care what he's saying for once because you're much more interested in the way his hand presses his shirt flat against his pec. Good fucking Lord, is he made entirely of muscle?

Your eyes flicker to his fingers, then. They're thick, a nice length, connected to a very nice looking hand. You never really found hands very attractive until you met him. Now you understand the hype. His hand melts into his wrist, then flares into his forearm. It's a very normal forearm, but you catch glimpses of his veins under his skin when he moves just so or picks up something heavy. Like his thermos. Like he's doing now. Oh boy, there he goes.

Look away, look away, look away, for fuck's sake. Don't stare!

You make a point of not letting your eyes drift lower than his nose for the rest of the day. Best not slip up and let him see the way he fires up every neuron in your head, how every little thing he does endears him to you even more. Best not ever let him know that you like him as more than just a friend.

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It's a long week without him. Work is fine, but Steven's absence is impossible to miss and even more impossible to fill. You shoot him a couple of texts, but don't get anything back and even though it stings, you take it head on because it's another reminder that he's just a friend. Hell, he's a work friend. He doesn't have to talk to you when he's on vacation. You wish he would, though. You wish he'd give you a second thought, maybe even a third and fourth. Goodness knows you give him more than that.

You try not to think about him when you get home, but he seems to permeate your very essence. Everything reminds you of him. The bus stop you pass by on your way, the shop selling absurdly patterned shirts in the window, the used bookstore you frequent, it all makes you think of Steven and how much you miss him. Because as much as he's your work friend, he's also someone you care deeply for, someone you trust, someone you want to invite even deeper into your life. You want to share that bookstore with him, the really nice beeswax candle you found in the clearance section, the Egyptian mythology book you only bought because you knew he would've liked it and you wanted to learn more. And you want him. Just him, and any part of him that he's willing to share with you.

But the more you think on this, the more a lifetime's worth of insecurities bubble up to the surface because Steven is wonderful man, he's a beautiful man, the kind of man people like you don't normally interest because the swell of your cheeks and chin is too round and the pouch of your stomach hangs too low and large over your waist for their tastes. Men like Steven, the devastatingly handsome kind, tend to like their women model-shaped and high cheekboned, which you will never be. He's not like that, though, you tell yourself. You have a sneaking suspicion he's not as superficial as your head is saying, but it doesn't matter because he's still just Steven. Your friend. And he's not interested.

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It takes every ounce of willpower in your body to not throw your arms around him when he returns two weeks late. He comes in past his clock-in time, head down as he mutters too softly for you to make anything out, and there's a bruise high on his cheek that's already fading, but he's here and so pretty and you missed him so much, you want to bury yourself in him, smell him, hold him, push him back into his chair and kiss him breathless-

"Ah!" His startled exclamation makes you jump a little. When you finally swallow your embarrassment, you fix your eyes on his and pretend you weren't just seconds away from losing your composure. Steven has a hand tapping over his heart as he takes some steadying breaths. "You startled me."

"Sorry." You think you love him.

The panic in his eyes turns into something akin to joy. "'s good to see you," he sighs.

God, is your heart about to beat out of your chest? Can he hear it? Can he tell how quickly your breathing and how hard you're trying to reel your emotions back in?

"It's good to see you." Don't say it, don't say it, don't- "I missed you." Fuck.

His eyes are like starlight. The corner of his mouth is twitching into a smile and his jaw is a little slack. There's a sudden shift about him, as if the universe is colliding above his head and he's awestruck by it, but he's only looking at you. The way he looks at you... Is that the way you look at him? All gentle softness and adoration and fervent joy? More importantly, why is he looking at you like that? Because Steven Grant never looks at you like that.

"I missed you," he answers, and you can feel the smile erupt across your face. There's no way you can hide it.

He glances down at his thermos, seemingly studying the metallic shine of his reflection, then back to you a moment later. "I was gone too long," he says as he approaches you. "Missed seein' your face. Thought about you every day."

Is this really happening? Is he being serious? God, is this a joke? Is he high? Why the hell is he saying all this, why is he looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky? And then he's shrugging his bag off and onto the table, setting his thermos down, still coming toward you, watching you like you're the only thing in existence, and you find yourself staggering back under the weight of it all.

"Ste..." You barely have the strength to speak right now. The shine in his eyes is making your knees weak, sapping your bravery and logic and everything else that's useful about you because he's back and he's so close you could touch him. You want to touch him. "What are you...?"

Your shoulders hit the wall of staff lockers, then your head, but you hardly register it. Steven falters for a moment, eyes wide with panic as he takes your face in his hand. You can vaguely make out the fact that he's asking if you're okay.

His mouth. The curve of his Cupid's bow. The bob of his Adam's apple. The swoop of his lashes. There's that stupid freckle on his forehead that you love so much. All of it, all of him, it's so much closer now than it's ever been and your hands move to his shoulders in a daze. The heat of his body is radiating through his clothes and it's almost enough to burn you. You wish he would. You'd let him burn you over and over again until there's nothing left but the smoldering remains of your heart.

Your name is a prayer on his lips and it steals your breath. You look up at him from beneath your lashes, terrified and so in love, and wait.

His eyes drop to your mouth and you almost faint. "Can I... Can I kiss you?" he whispers.

Pain is blossoming in your chest from the brute force of your heart pounding into your ribcage. You nod once, then twice, and flicker your focus between the intensity of his eyes and the waiting openness of his mouth. "Yes." For the love of everything holy, Steven, yes.

There's a moment of panic when you feel him lean into you. His chest and stomach are a smooth, continuous line, softly toned, and it's a striking contrast to the curve of your breasts and stomach. Can he feel the way your tummy dips and folds in the middle? Can he feel the lower pouch of it pressing into his hips? Is he going to stop? Is he going to wish he'd never initiated any of this once he realizes-?

It's difficult to focus once his lips are on yours. You're pretty sure that your body is about to explode and you suddenly can't remember how to breathe, but then his other hand moves to your shoulder and tugs and you fall apart beneath him. You sigh just a little into his mouth and he leans into you even more, tongue seeking out your lips even as they tremble. It's awkward and unsure and a little toothy on his end, but it's wonderful because it's him and it's like a dream come true because Steven is all you've ever wanted.

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He's trembling when he finally pulls away. He wonders if you can feel the uncertainty in his hands and see it in the tension wrinkling between his eyes. But then he stops and really looks at you, gets out of his head for a second, and he sees how your pupils are blown wide and your pulse is jumping in your throat. Oh God, you look so beautiful.

Kiss her again.

Steven looks behind you at the locker where he can just make out Marc's face in the metal of the lock. He wants to. Is it silly that he's suddenly weak in the knees?

"You're... You're so soft," he somehow manages to rasp.

The hand on your shoulder falters as it moves, almost of its own accord, down your arm. When had you pressed your hands against his chest? He must've gotten so lost in the kiss that he missed it. He likes it now that he's aware of it, though. It feels right to have you touch him.

"Is that okay?"

He nods so enthusiastically that it makes something pop in his neck. "Yes," he laughs as he leans into you, presses his forehead against yours. His heart is racing so fast and his brain is foggy with the intoxication of your taste, your touch, your everything. "Can I kiss you again? Please?"

And then your eyelids flutter and your eyes almost roll back into your head, and it shoots something hot and liquid into the pit of his stomach. The way your mouth is trembling and open for him, tongue wetting your lips, God, he never wants to look away from you again. He doesn't even wait for you to finish nodding before he dives in.

Soft. Wet. Warm. Soft. So soft. Your tongue slides against his and he doesn't fully know what he's doing, but Marc is offering suggestions and it's helping a little. Press into you just a bit, nip at your tongue, suck on it ever so slightly. And the moan he gets in response for his efforts seems to make both his knees weak and yours because he falls forward, almost loses his balance, catches himself against the locker with a hand and a forearm placed above your head while you melt into him. Your breasts are rubbing into his chest now and your stomach is against his and it's so much, it's perfect.

"Fuck," he huffs when you both finally decide to part, breathless and damp and giddy. "You're- That's- I mean, that was... Wow."

You laugh and it absolutely does him in. He would kill to have you laugh, or even just smile at him. To see you happy. Or blissed out. Beneath him. Over him. Anywhere you want, so long as he can- Bollocks, he's getting carried away. He really hopes you can't tell that he's already half hard because that would be embarrassing, wouldn't it?

He's ready to go back for more when he hears the staff room door swing open. "Oh, bloody hell." Steven doesn't even fully recognize their voice. He doesn't want to turn away from you, doesn't want to stop touching you, and he also really doesn't want to admit that he just got caught snogging you like a randy teenager. "On the lockers, really?"

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"Sorry. Yeah, right. You're right, sorry 'bout that." Steven is suddenly scrambling off of you, cheeks a shade darker than before, and he's not really looking at anything or anyone for longer than a second. "We were, uh, we were just-."

"Oh, I know what you were doing."

You would love it if the floor just opened up and swallowed you whole. Hopefully it would swallow Steven too so that you could both get back to the very important business you were conducting. The very stimulating business, if your glance at his trousers tells you anything. And God, you wish you could just call out sick and drag Steven home so you can finish what he started because the pit of your stomach is twisting and hot with arousal. You want more. You want him, you've always wanted him.

But you take a seat at the table, let Steven sit down one chair over, and you both just sort of... stare at nothing while your coworker goes through her locker. She doesn't take very long. The moment the door closes behind her, you jump out of your seat. You've waited for this for so long, you've yearned and pined and beat your feelings back day after day after day, but now you know he wants you.

"Steven," you whisper as you rest one hand on the back of his chair and one on his chest. He gapes up at you with wide, adoring eyes and your stomach twists again.

His hands float up to your hips, thumbs rubbing into your skin, right where your body curves out instead of staying flat. You freeze. That's your belly, that's your fat. He's touching you there and he's not moving? He's not shying away from you? Does he not mind?

"...ry, I know I shouldn't of just pounced on you like that." He's rambling again. Fuck, that shouldn't be as attractive as it is. "I just, you're so lovely. And I've fancied you for a while now and I never thought- Well, because I'm me, aren't I? And you, you could have anyone you want. You're so sweet and funny. Blimey, you're a riot, love! Dunno why you'd want me when..."

He keeps going, but your brain stops trying to keep up with it. He thinks that you're the one out of his league? Is he insane? And he keeps rubbing his fingerpads into you, keeps holding you as if you're something precious. He likes you. He wants you. He wants you? He thinks you're pretty, did you hear that right?

"Maybe... Maybe we could go out after we finish today? For dinner? Or a drink?"

He's asking you out. Holy shit.

"Would that be alrigh'?"

Speak, stupid. Open your mouth and speak! You look down into those impossible eyes of his and smile. "Yes. Yes, I'd love to."

One of his hands shifts from your waist to the small of your back and applies just a little bit of pressure to encourage you forward. "Good," he says and his eyes are nowhere near yours. "Can I kiss you again, then?"

"You can always kiss me, Steven."

And he does.

#steven grant #steven grant x reader #marvel #moon knight #plus sized!reader #fluff

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As a plus-sized girlie, I am having thoughts, but mostly ones about how fucking sweet Lucy Gray would be? Like that girl has soooo much love in her heart, so in her mind she’s like “bigger person = more to love!!!” and I just adore her for that

im SOOOOOOOOOOOO

cw plus sized!fem!reader

the way that lucy gray would be so incredibly in love with you. constantly complimenting you and giving you the biggest hugs her tiny body would be capable of. but of course she prefers it when you hug her, encasing her body in your warmth.

and when you two would lie down for the night, lucy gray would opt to be the little spoon because she loves how safe she feels within your arms.

she would look at you with her brown doe-eyes, softly caressing the shape of your face. and in the sweetest way possible in her appalachian drawl, she would say, "i think you're the most beautiful girl i've ever seen, dumplin',"

#☽｡⋆ dally’s asks;#♡; dally writes!#plus sized!reader #plus sized reader #fem!reader #fem reader #lucy gray baird #lucy gray #lucy gray baird x reader #lucy gray x reader #lucy gray baird x you #lucy gray x you #lucy gray baird fanfiction #lucy gray fanfiction

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lifeisstrange-fanatic · 9 months

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okay no hate to any specific authors but I feel like sometimes there's a pattern when I read certain plus sized! reader fics

why are we still supporting the stigma around "all fat people are insecure and hate their bodies" like ??? I swear in the plus sized/chubby reader tag, it's always "omg I want to lose weight because no one will ever love me if I'm fat" or "I'm so insecure about my body and I need you to make me feel better pookie" WHAT ????

I just need fics where plus sized reader is a confident, bad bitch and the love interest worships the ground they walk on

#plus sized!reader #plus sized #chubby #y/n #please

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ameliora-j · 2 years

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hi love

i have a dialogue concept cause i’ve been having a bad day and want ron like nowww

plus sized!reader being upset about gaining weight bc she thinks ron will leave her, and he just kisses her tummy and tells her he loves ALL of her

you sigh softly as you look in the mirror, deeply scrutinizing your body. so much so that you don’t even gear ron step into your bedroom. he frowns softly from the doorway as he sees you analyzing yourself.

“gorgeous?” he asks softly.

you jump. “hi ronnie” you mumble, quickly pulling your shirt down quickly.

“don’t do that” he shakes his head softly and sets down the takeout he brought over. he kneels in front of you and peppers kisses to your tummy gently. “love you so much. you’re gorgeous yanno.”

he spends the rest of the night cuddled beside you. feeding you your favorite dinner from your favorite place and peppering small kisses to any inch of skin he can find. rambling quietly as he lists off all the things he loves about you and all the reasons he fell in love with you.

#trinitee my angel 👼🏽#fanmail 💌#nani!dialogues #ron weasley #plus sized!reader

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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Everything For You: Part 4

A/N: Some smut in the second half

The oval engagement ring on your finger had shone delicately in the light, the stones set into the platinum ring had sparkled brilliantly with every cusp and mark of brilliance you could have ever imagined. It had been chosen the day before Jake left for the military, the chosen stone and setting perfected for you although there had been no time to ask you, to give it to you, before he had left.

Instead of giving you the ring after you had given your virginity to him the night before he left, Jake held onto it with the intent of asking you later. However, the ties that bound you had also alluded to breaking your connection down to singular threads in your absence of each other, with Jake and yourself taking partners that weren’t suited for either one of you.

Jake having slept with omegas when he was in the army, wherever he was, and you taking toxic and necrotic alpha after alpha only to be mistreated. It was not the treatment you would inflict on anyone and yet you allowed yourself to be related as terribly as you had because you didn’t think you were worthy of Jake himself or the future he would have been able to give you.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Her scent was familiar, it was almost like a constant draw that comforted you in a sisterly way.

Throughout the years of you and Jake being separate, she had kept an eye on you. You’d known it was a favour to Jake, to keep a kind of watch over you while he was gone so he could be informed of everything you had done.

Just as Steph had watched over you, she had also promised Jake that unless your life was at risk she wouldn’t intervene with your personal choices. She wouldn’t step in to stop you from doing something because it was your life and your mistakes to make. She knew that whatever happened between you two while you were apart had to be part of the process that would lead to you coming back to each other.

“The ring is..a lot.” You turned it on your finger, feeling the shape of the stone on the underside and the smooth edge digging into your palm as you clenched your hand. “It’s beautiful but I would’ve-“

“I know,” Steph had shrugged and stepped closer to the powder room mirror, nudging you gently as you rest upon the puffed lounge chair in the room, “but you know Jake. Nothing is good enough for you.”

“I’ve been hiding out here for a while, the party’s winding down and I know he’s not going to let me go home.” Your heart fluttered, your stomach flipping end over end the longer you thought about Jake and his ability to get his way out of pure stubbornness.

He was your best friend, he had been your best friend for years. You knew him inside and out, you knew that while so many people looked him over and disregarded him as someone who could take over from his parents, Jake’s tenacity and his stubborn nature would make it almost impossible to fight him on this. Jake was regarded as a dork, a geeky little alpha who liked messing with computers, playing video games and reading more comic books than you could count.

He was regarded as someone who didn’t have the balls or the gumption to take over, and though others had doubted him you hadn’t. You always knew he was a powerful force to be reckoned with, an alpha who would become a stronghold.

Even if that had meant that you were on the receiving end of his stubborn nature.

“Do you want to go home?” Steph raised an eyebrow, eying the doorknob to the powder room that was rattling. “Because if you do-“

“Steph, I’m not-“

“Princess…” Jake’s voice radiated through the wooden barrier, the sing-songy baritone husk making you shiver with anticipation of what was, or could, happen tonight. “Don’t make me break down the door, you know I can.”

“Jake!” Steph had called back with a roll of her eyes and an annoyed scowl. “You break down the door and I guarantee you the ass-kicking of your life!”

There was a moment of silence and then the subtle knocks had come through the door, a radiating clutch of his scent inflicting your inhibitions. You rose to your feet, swaying slightly as your hindbrain had not only accepted his desire but revelled in it, with the knowledge that your alpha was coming calling for you and you alone. You busied yourself with the minute task of turning your ring back to its proper placement, and then you had taken a deep breath to calm yourself down.

It was just Steph and you in the expansive powder room, standing beneath the crystalline chandelier and gold-dusted fixture but the idea of your alpha and future husband on the other side of the door pumping out pheromones like a mating call was almost too much to handle. You were irrevocably overwhelmed and turned on by every beat and pulse of his desire-laced scent, every interlocking note of his scent was addictive to you, just as yours was to Jake.

“If you don’t want to do this, stay here tonight I mean…” Steph had grabbed your arm before you could reach for the door, her eyes so reminiscent of Jake’s had settled on yours. “You know you can stay with me and my husband. You know Hannah missed you.”

“I missed her too.” You barely manage to get the words out between inhaling air and gulping down Jake’s scent that’s as heady as steadily as it’s being pumped out. “But do you want the constant knocking on your door?”

You spoke of Jake as he stood on the other side of the door knocking repeatedly and speaking your name like a broken record to get you out of the powder room. He was relentless, he was all too happy to stand there and annoy you into coming out from your hiding place which was a move you were all too familiar with.

He was a natural when it came to annoying the people around him with his happy-go-lucky attitude and the underlying permanent goofiness that would never truly be eradicated from him. Even as he took his place as the big bad leader of this whole empire, he would always have that natural sunshiny portion to himself.

“You promise you’ll come to visit when he finally lets you leave the bed?” Steph had questioned you, her hands resting on your shoulders. “We can go for coffee or go shopping, we can even just lay around watching cheap reality shows-“

“Princess, I’m losing my patience. Either you come out here willingly, or I’m coming in there and when I do, your ass is mine.” Jake’s playfulness was overshadowed with hunger, a growl ripping from his lips as he stated his intent to have you one way or another.

“If he ever lets me go-“ you flicked the lock and started to open the door, squealing when it was ripped open for you, and Jake appeared on the other side with a solicitous smirk on his face and eyes darkened by lust.

“You couldn’t have waited two more minutes?” Steph shoved the heel of her hand into his shoulder with a powerful strike although he hadn’t wavered nor did it seem like he had felt it at all.

“Goodbye, Steph.” Jake’s steady and unwavering lust-stricken eyes were fixated solely on you, not a single glance toward his sister as she brushed past him while muttering under her breath. “Hello, Princess.”

“I should go-“ you took a step to the left, knowing it was futile but regardless you tried anyway.

The sound that had fallen from Jake’s lips was intensely and purely dominating and possessive. The growl had come from a man who was deep into his alpha hindbrain, the sound of the growl as it built in his chest had reduced you to a simpering mess. You whined and turned your head exposing your neck to him instinctively while your hindbrain was firing off warnings not to disobey this powerful alpha in front of you.

“You’re not going home.” Jake’s voice was husky and possessive with every beat and half-beat as he spoke his intent for you. “You’re not leaving me. You and I are going upstairs and you’re going to be my good little princess-“

“Jake-“

“You’re mine, and I’m going to have you. You’re going to spend the night and half the morning confined to my bed, omega.” He bared his teeth and spoke your designation with passionate consistency, managing to hold you upright as your legs had nearly given out from the alpha command that was accepted far too easily by yourself.

“Princess,” the flash of his eyes had brought momentary clarity to his eyes, the gentle giant you had loved and known was engrained and so tightly woven with this version of Jake who was possessive. There was no clear beginning or end, it was Jake and it was Jake as a powerful and hungry alpha.

“Let’s go upstairs and I’ll help take that dress off.” He nosed along your neck, breathing you in while obsessively scenting you to mark you as his despite everyone already knowing. No one would dare look at you while Jake was in this mindset let alone try and touch you, you knew that in this moment of Jake’s state of mind, he would likely rip whoever dared to pieces.

“Will I ever go back to my apartment?” You asked after Jake pulled you from the powder room.

“You don’t belong there,” he looked back at you, his eyes sweeping across your face and his hand was possessively clutching yours, “you belong with me. You belong in my bed, with every gorgeous fucking inch of you trapped under me.”

He gave your hand a sharp tug, leading you away from the dwindling party to the staircase and even further into his room.

His arm had pinned you down, his strength was nothing you could have fought off, and you were as good as tied down and helpless. He was as relentless as his tongue, the flex of that muscle as he drove you into the depths of madness with every stroke against your dripping pussy walls. Jake was solicitous in his intent to tongue fuck you into complacency while you were left reeling from the endless tweak of his fingers against your clit.

You don’t know how many times you’d cum already and he wasn’t satisfied. You don’t know how many times you had screamed his name as he devoured you with his mouth or drove you to a near-blackout state with his fingers.

You knew he wouldn’t have waited, you expected as much but to have you pinned to the floor the moment you stepped into his room was not what you were anticipating. Jake hadn’t even gotten your dress off before he got you on the floor with your dress shoved up your thighs.

He had bit the inside of your thigh with a warning to stay when you had squirmed too much, and instead of pain, it was intense pleasure that struck you.

It was the act of him claiming you, even if it wasn’t a mark on your neck, that was pleasurable. It was the feel of his teeth on you that had your brain going completely haywire as you rode the first orgasm of the night.

“Good girl,” you hadn’t been aware of him removing his lips and tongue from your pussy until you felt the weight of his lips against your own and the taste of your orgasms and cum on your flesh, “that was fun wasn’t it, Princess?”

“Jake…” you whined, your vision blurry from the orgasmic and blissful tears that rolled down your cheeks. “I can’t-“

“You haven’t even gotten undressed, Princess.” Jake had hovered above you, his lust-blown eyes raking up and down your body with vivacious hunger, and you narily had a moment to brace yourself before he had lifted you and carried you toward the bed.

“You just made me cum over and over and over.” You whimpered, your legs shaking and your cunt feeling overstimulated and sore from the way he feasted on your cunt. “I don’t think I could do more.”

Jake had pressed his hands upon the bed and leaned over you, his chest almost directly flush with your nose, he kept you close and then reached one hand behind your back to unzip the back of your dress.

The soft sound of the zipper being pulled down had come before Jake had trailed his fingers up and down your exposed spine, the pads of his fingers tracing and trailing every part of your back that he could reach. He had hummed, the pleasant sound in your chest sounding more like a purr than anything, the rich sound stirring a string of whimpers and whines from your mouth that had brought Jake’s hands to a ceasing stop.

“Princess,” he inched back and cupped your chin, lifting your chin to make you look up at him as he towered above you, “I’m getting you undressed so we can go to bed. I want you to be fully recovered before I fuck you as I want, tonight was enough.”

He leaned down and brushed his lips against yours, the subtle dusting of flesh against flesh was enough to make your heart thrash and twist in tune with his. Your eyes fluttered closed, your breath hitching in your throat as Jake used his hands to push the dress down your chest and back to let it pool at your waist.

He had kissed you with every measurable emotion possible poured through the tentative kiss that stole your soul. Jake had hovered above you, his tongue brushing against your bottom lip as he tasted you and let you taste yourself, and as he pulled away you had stood with him.

It was Jake who had bent now, and it was his hands that grabbed the material to yank it down your thighs and legs, gently nudging you to stand before he tossed the dress behind him. As you had become all but bared before him, you were rooted to the spot when he looked at you from his place on the floor, his eyes brimming and blustering with intense want.

You were unable to cognitively deal with the intensity of his gaze and the alpha who had owned every part of you. You were unable to think or speak as he rose back to his feet and set his hands on your hips, running his hands up and down your sides before he gently pushed you back to the mattress.

“Lay down, Princess. Get comfortable.” Jake had cupped your cheeks before he kissed your forehead, his lips lingering against you. “I’m going to get you some water and something of mine to wear. I’ll be back.”

Jake had let you go, waiting for you to follow his command as you lift the blankets and crawled under the covers, your eyes lingering on Jake. Your best friend and alpha had smiled, goofily and brightly as before, waiting to get the last look at you before he slipped out of the room.

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