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I know you've already done Snape here but could I request one where Severus is married to the chubby/plus size reader and he wakes up next to her and tells her she's beautiful without makeup?

Hi I’m sorry about this taking for so long for me to get out. I know the story isn’t long but I at first didn’t know how I was going to write it but then I thought I would base it of the muggle’s studies teacher reader that I did so I hope that works.

I also hope this is good I feel I got some what side tracked from the request.

I’m also sorry that this took so long because of not only work but my writers block. My writers block is very bad and that’s not reason not to post but I hope you can understand.

Besides that I hope you enjoy this cause I did enjoy writing this. Also sorry if Snape seems a bit ooc which I am sorry for but hopefully you still enjoy.

Warnings: just lots of fluff and body appreciation and maybe some implied stuff but nothing to much

Small amount of light came from candles near by giving the room a dark and soft glow. Snape wouldn't have it any other way as he watched you sleep. You were always so beautiful while you slept, at least that's what Snape thought while he watched you peacefully sleep. Stirring a bit in your sleep Snape watches the small details on your face.

Such as the lashes on your face twitching as your beautiful eyes moved beneath your closed eyelids. How your lip would twitch either up or down depending on if it was a good dream or bad dream. How even your hair would fall in front of your face  making your face scrunch up as you tried to sleepily remove it from your face.

But the one thing he loved the most was that you wouldn't be wearing any make up on your face. He loved you with or without it, but he always enjoyed when you never wore it, and in these moments you weren't wearing it and he could admire every, what you considered, imperfection.

Reaching out a hand Severus stroked your cheek lightly loving the softness of your skin against his hands.

He marveled and your beautiful s/c skin noticing every little detail on your face stroking your checks and marveling at the texture of your skin. He may or may not have lingered on your lips wanting to kiss you as you lay there peacefully.

Your eyes flutter open looking tiredly at Severus before giving him a small smile, returning your smile Severus places his hand against your cheek and rubs his thumb on your cheek bone.

"Good morning Mrs. Snape."

"Good morning Mr. Snape."

Sitting up Severus watches the sheets fall away showing off your body to Severus. Watching as you stretched he aired the way your body curved out loved watching the stretch marks you have on the side seem to thin out before going back to normal as you relaxed.

Looking back at him, you smile and raise a brow at him.

"What are you staring at."

"The beautiful woman who bewitched me somehow."

Letting out a snort you lean down over him.

"Maybe I did? What would you do then."

He raises he eyebrow at you a small smirk playing on his lips.

“I think I would know if I had been bewitched my dear.”

You smirk as you kiss the tip of his nose before standing from the bed in all your naked glory, to get dressed for the day of teaching. While moving around the room gathering your things for the day, Severus watched as you moved quickly from the table to the wardrobe that held both your clothes.

He admired your plump frame watched as your curves moved with you how your body swayed grabbing each article of clothing you can.

He watched you move around like a beautiful goddess almost untouchable as you laid your clothes out at the end of the bed.

Standing from where he had perched himself at the front of the bed, he walked towards you grabbing one of your wrist on his hands and rubbing at where you pulse lay beneath the skin.

It fluttered a few times at his closeness, giving you a small smile he brought your hand up and kissed it watching as you looked flustered.

You gave him a smile and reached a hand up to the side of his face rubbing at his check, watching as he leaned into your touch. Moving his face towards your you kiss him.

The kiss is soft and gentle, sweet in nature soft lips touching slightly chapped. This kiss turned more heated as Severus tongue probed at your lips. Allowing entrance the kiss grew more heated as you wrapped you arms around him.

Arms wrapped as far as they can around your body he pulls away with a small grin.

"I think we should stay here a little longer I'm sure we won’t be missed."

And with that you land on the bed with a noise of surprise and the fun begins.

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I found the lost story about sam and plus size girl. the author is @kdfrqqg and the story is "He dreamed"

Thank you for finding it I for the life of me couldn't find it. So thank you very much!

[sinfully-chubby]

Hi there!so sorry to bother you but need help to find a fic Sam Winchester x Chubby reader, I remember that Sam woke up to her boobs on his face it was soft and warm or his hand were under her shirt or something he didn’t know that he was into curvy women because usually Dean does and he enjoys sleeping with her because it was soft and cuddly (it has two parts). The second part when they are in the bunker sam asked to sleep with her again because it helped him sleep bettwer and then love confession and smut I think. Thank u!!!

Hi there I wish I could help but I don't remember who wrote this. I do remember the story your talking about but there is one similar without smut where chubby reader and Sam sleep together.

If I find it I will update this answer and reblog the story.

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Can i please have a tony x plus size reader where she needs a surgery that takes off part of her hair and shes insecure about everything lately because she feels like no one would love her cuz shes getting older and no ones ever wanted to hold her at night or stand up for her and tony finds a way to make her feel beautiful even though she feels too big and ugly to go along with missing some hair? (a little personal but i trust you to do it justice.)

So I decided to write the reader having a brain tumor and not mentioning it to anyone. I hope you don't mind the lateness of this. I just started a new job and it’s been very tiring. None the less I do hope you enjoy this.

I hope I did this justice but I feel like I could have done better on it.

Warnings: just some small amount of hurt and some comfort. Did I tell you I'm not good with tags

@wittysunflower @datarsethough

If anyone else would like to join this forever tag list please do tell.

Word Count: 1,001

Baby Your A Treasure - Tony Stark x Plus Size/Chubby Reader

A tumor.

You have a tumor attached to your brain.

You can almost hear the doctor as you feel your hands shake.

"Miss L/n. Even though you have a tumor it doesn't guarantee you'll die. But we can remove with a procedure though I must inform you it will be costly."

You nod your head in understanding letting out a breath you had you told the doctor you would want the surgery.

Plans where made and now here you are sitting in a white room with your hair shaved from you head. Letting out a shaky sigh you look around the room eyes finally landing on the TV while you fidgeted with your hands. The tv was playing some random medical show rolling your eyes you grab your phone from your lap.

Your operation wouldn't be for another hour and even then you were still nervous.

Unlocking your phone you see a text message from your husband Tony. Asking you about your day. You give a small smile as you type a reply back.

'I'm good just tired.' - y/n

'Alright baby. I know the feeling I'll see you when I get home tonight alright.' - Tony

Feeling yourself tense up you look at the message thinking of what to type out. Tony had no idea about what you were doing and you were to embarrassed and scared to tell him what it was about. Thinking quickly you typed out.

'I'm going to be out of town for a week' -Y/n

There's a short pause before Tony replies back before you can say anything else in a panic.

'Alright I'll see you when you get back.' - Tony

Letting out small sigh you rub the back of your neck, you relaxed and hope that would be the end of it.

And that exactly how it was for about 3 days. After your trip to the hospital you had gone home. You were still trying to do work from home to at least keep yourself busy as you shut yourself in. While working Tony would occasionally message asking you what you were doing, what you were up to, hell even to ask how you felt about the weather

You spent one of the 3 days ordering a wig the looked similar to your hair in hopes that you could see Tony again, but the universe always has a different plan for you.

It was nearing the end of your 3rd day when you heard knocking at your apartment door. Confused and knowing you shouldn't have any guest over yuh ou go to the door and look through the peephole.

Seeing Tony standing outside your door you feel panic set in. Maybe if your quiet he'll go away.

"Y/n I know your there."

Shit.

"Can I come in please?"

Looking around you glance at your reflection in a mirror hanging on the wall opposite of the door. You frown as you run your hand over your bald head being mindfull of the stitches there.

Letting out a sigh you look at the door.

"Y/n please I miss you sweetheart."

You could feel you heart breaking but you didn't want him to see you like this and hate what he sees or worse walks away.

"Y/n?"

Letting out a sigh you prepare yourself mentally for what could happen as you slowly open the door. Reveling yourself to him.

“Y/n what happened?"

Instead of being meet with disgust your meet with confusion and worry. Deciding it would best to let him inside so that they weren't outside talking about this issue for everyone else to hear or spy on.

Once Tony was inside you gestured towards your couch nodding his head he went and sat down staring at you all the while as you moved across to sit in your recliner. Swallowing the knot in you throat you open you mouth to speak.

"Tony."

"Y/n, what happened?"

Taking a deep breath you explain while avoiding eye contact.

"I had a tumor forming, so in order to remove it I had to shave my head and have it removed."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

Seeing the hurt look come across his face you felt tears start to well up in your eyes.

"I didn't want you looking at me and think about how ugly I am. It would hurt to think that you might not care for me anymore."

Feeling Tony reach across the space to grab your hand which had been sitting in your lap.

"Y/n I want you listen to me very closely, this does not effect how I feel about, not in the slightest."

Tears welling up in your eyes you grip Tony's hand feeling him squeeze it back in reassurance.

"I'm getting older Tony I hate this I feel like after this my entire body might just start falling apart. I feel you'll no longer see they beauty in me."

You feel Tony stand from his seat on the couch and move to sit next to you.

"I want you to know that I could never think that. Don't know if you noticed but I'm falling apart just as much I got a hole in my chest, if your falling apart so will I."

At this a few tears rolled down your cheeks as Tony wrapped his arms around you rubbing your back softly.

"I love you y/n and no matter what I would love to be able to stand by your side and be there for you when you need me."

Nodding your head you pull away from the embrace to wipe at your eyes. Feeling only slightly better about things.

"I love you Tony."

"And I you. I want you to know that here and now I don't plan on ever leaving your side"

With that he leans kissing you and hoping even without words that you understand everything, and you did you understood every word. Even with your imperfections and your ups and downs, Tony won't stop loving you.

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Does it Ever Go Away - Dean x Sister!Plus Size/ Chubby Reader

this is very obviously not a ship post. Nor will it ever be. feel like I need to throw that out there.

this was something I decide to write yesterday I thought I would post it here. It was sort of a vent the was also inspired by a conversation in the Bojack Horseman show. As a small note your are Sam’s twin sister.

I’ve been having real bad writers block for a while now and I’m trying to write all the request I have, I just wished I could be quicker about things, works been long and its about to get a lot longer but I hope to be able at some point get around to posting.

Warnings: angst, talk of depression, some drinking issues, and maybe some all round sadness, and small comfort.

Word Count: 756

Sitting there at the table in the library you hold a small plastic pill bottle, eyeing it as you take a sip from the whiskey tumbler feeling the burn of the alcohol as it slides down your throat. It’s been so long sense you’ve had a sip of any alcohol. You almost felt heavy with the weight of it.

Here alone in the silence of the big empty room you hear your thoughts screaming at the top clawing there way through your head making it throb in pain.

The thoughts and the feelings that came with them were hard to shake, and the voices of the people who got hurt from doing this line of working wasn’t helping.

You felt like you would always hear there echoes.

You hear a throat clearing behind you, turning your head slightly you see Dean standing there arm hanging as he stares at you. You can see the confusion your brothers eye’s as he looks at the contents in your hand. 

“Y/n?”

Closing your eyes you let out a sigh not wanting to talk. You and Dean where a lot alike in that way. Seeing Dean come around the table, you watch as he sits in front of you.

“Y/n what's wrong.”

Shrugging your shoulder you don’t really know how to respond. Not unlike your older brother, you didn’t like talking about how you were feeling. You never want to seem weak or like you can’t handle the work you and your siblings do.

“Y/n?”

“What Dean.”

The long drawn out sigh you hear him let out is layered with a heaviness. You knew Dean all to well to knowing that the next part out of his mouth is why, you didn’t know why, and you don’t ever know how to respond.

“How are you feeling kid?”

You shrug once more. Why is he asking, he probably already knows what’s going through your head. 

“Fine.” 

Silence once more passed for a bit. What were you both to say to one another. What would a normal person say, do you brush it off, do you smile and say things are getting better.

Do you lie about the overwhelming feelings that plague your waking thought. 

Hearing the bittersweet laugh Dean lets out you finally take the moment to look at him. The world weighed so heavily upon his shoulders sometime, and you could tell he would eventually break under all the pressure.

“If only that were true y/n.”

You wanted to laugh, but it would only be bittersweet. 

“What are you doing y/n?” 

Looking up you see Dean is giving you a sad pitying glance. You didn’t really know how to answer his question. What were you supposed to say. What was anyone supposed to say.

Looking down at his hands he felt at loss at what to say next to you. It had always been like that Dean has always found it easier to talk to Sam. It’s always been easier with Sam.

“Dean?”

Looking up he sees you looking down at the tumbler the pills long sense forgotten on the table.

“Does it ever go away?”

Confused he sits up straighter rolling his shoulders.

“What you talking about.”

You turn the glass in your hand.

“The voices. the ones that tell you that no matter what you do you never be better, that just because one issue is gone doesn’t mean there will be more.”

You pause thinking about your next choice of words.

“That you will always be an empty shell of what you could be.”

Dean doesn’t respond right away, but he sees it the moment you look at him tears welling up in your eyes. You let out a chocked sound as you say the next few words.

“That maybe the monster we fight are right, that were broken flawed things desperately trying to be better.”

Not being able to handle your crying Dean does the only thing he feels right to do. He stands from his seat and walks to you and wraps his arms around you tucking your head under his  as you half way turn to return the hug.

“I don’t know how to help, but those monster will eventually fade and I’ll be here, Your bother will always be here.” 

You let out a small hiccup like choke as you help on tighter to his arm.

“I will always be here.”

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Hiiii there can I be tagged in your forever list please thann u

Sure I dont mind but I dont know exactly how that works. Do I tag you in everything I post? I've never had a forever list before.

If anyone else would like to join please so so and I will try and tag the lot of you.

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Hello, i was wondering if you can do Reader x demon. (Doesn't havd to be from any fandom or if you want to idc). I feeling a little spicy recently 😈

Hey sorry if this took a while, but as soon as I saw it I started trying to write for it, but it gave to many ideas so a lot of them might come out in the future, but I hope enjoy this one. There where a few demon characters I wanted to do, but settled on Hellboy. I hope you don’t mind.

Warnings: Smut, A bit of choking.

Throw you onto the bed Hellboy looms over you as his eyes rake down the expanse of your curvy body. Using his stone hand to hold himself up, he uses his normal hand to stroke along the curve of your sides before leaning down and taking a nipple into his mouth sucking and biting at the hardened nub.

Gripping at the back of his head you moaned as you felt Hellboy's tail slither up your leg probing at your entrance. You feel the tip of his tail press and slide between your folds, gather the wetness there. Pulling away from Your nipple Hellboy give a little nibble at the skin before pulling away entirely.

Reaching over with his normal hand, Hellboy grabs a bottle of lube. Bring his tail to sway in front of you, he smirks down at you wiggling his brows. Letting out a small snicker you watch Hellboy lube up his tail and bringing it down towards your entrance. Pressing into you let out a small gasp as it pushed in stopping to give you a time to adjust.

Once fully seethed inside of you, Hellboy watches your face for any kind of discomfort. Nodding your head you feel his tail slowly pull out before pushing back in. While Hellboy's tail picks up a nice pace, your toes curl as the tip of the tail curls right into your g-spot.

Thrusting your hips up you hear another chuckle come from Hellboy.

"You enjoying yourself there baby doll?"

Throwing a smirk his way, you lean up wrapping your arms around his shoulders pulling him close to you.

"Is that all you got big guy?"

With that said you hear a low growl right in your ear making you shiver in anticipation. pushing rough back down onto the bed Hellboy's tail quickly pulling out. Positioning his hard cock at your entrance without any warning he push in making you cry out a little walls clenching around the much bigger intrusion.

His thrust started off slow but started picking up speed. You feel his tail warping around your waist to keep you from to far up the bed as he wildly thrust in and out of you.

Wrapping his good hand around your throat he squeezed lightly. Legs shaking you thrust your hips up chasing the feeling as his tail tightens even more. You could feel your stomach overlapping his tail, you wanted to feel embarrassed but you were to lost in your pleasure to care.

"You seem to be enjoying this baby girl."

Letting a chocked out moan Hellboy let out short chuckle which ends with a growly tone. Tightening your thick legs around his waist you let out a strangled sound as he lifted your hips he could feel your walls clenching around his cock.

"Do you like the way my hand feels wrapped around you throat. My cock sliding in hitting you so deeply."

Another strangled sound leaves your mouth, you loved the way cock hit all your pleasure spots leaving struggling for air in more ways than one.

Feeling your climax fast approaching You grip at his human forearm and grab the stone one with the other, desperately lift your hips up. Getting hint Hellboy speeds up his thrusting, making sure to hit harder and deeper.

"Hellboy~!"

With a strangled cry of his name you feel yourself coming on his dick, hearing a deep growl he feel Hellboy's cum filling your pussy making you let out a small moan.

Feeling the hand that had been wrapped around your throat let go and move away you take in more air. Feeling Hellboy pull out of you hand on your hip he gives a nervous chuckle.

"You ok y/n?"

Nodding your head you smile at him as you struggle to move, to tired to do anything else you close your eyes enjoying the afterglow. Feeling Hellboy's tail unwrap from around your waist you open your eyes to look down, seeing a bruise form on your plush side. You feel your face heat up as you smile a little.

"Maybe next time you can go even further?"

With a raised eyebrow and a small chuckle.

"Next time indeed."

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If you're a fanfiction author and you haven't done this already, start backing up all of your fics on a Google Drive.

When Post+ goes live (it will despite the backlash - Tumblr is owned by Automattic who also owns WordPress), it's going to be mass purge of fandom accounts.

You've probably already seen the posts going around stating that if you make fanworks, you legally cannot monetize (EDIT 2: APPARENTLY THIS IS FALSE. EXPLAINED HERE. Check sources and come to your own conclusions. I've been getting messages with different takes on this). As soon as the idiots at Automattic realize this (EDIT: actually, they definitely know this), they're going to purge fan creators. Why? Because they're also going to be dealing with lawsuits, not just the creators.

And they can write out all of the rules and terms and warnings they want before a user signs up for Post+, but that isn't gonna stop all of the fandom babies from Wattpad coming in thinking they can make money off of writing fanfiction. So the solution? Shadow banning all people who create for fandoms, driving us into a dark corner, and ultimately kicking us off the platform so it can bring in more outsiders and normies, therefore becoming more appealing to investors and advertisers.

I implore you, please read up on the history of fandoms and the great purges of fan content here and try to tell me that's not where we're headed.

(EDIT 3: What I'm trying to say is, I'm pretty sure that the big men up top want us gone so they can try to make this site profitable. Back your works up. Let your voice be heard. Know your roots as a fan. All hail AO3.)

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i hope that made sense. its 630AM here lol

Yes it did. And no worries I live in Florida so same time I think 😂😂 it's like 6:57am as of posting this

[sinfully-chubby]

are you currently taking requests?

Yes even though I really shouldn't 😂😂. But yes I can take a few more than I will be closing them for a while until I can get a lot of requests I have gotten out.

Sorry to anyone who has requested something and hasn't seen it yet.

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hey im sorry to be sad and negative on here but im hurting rn. none of my friends would probably understand cuz they're not chubby amd they dont know the insecurities that i have with being a chubby girl. I've been chubby ever since i was a little child. and idk maybe its bc im so dumb that i get my hopes up over my internet best friend, who is a guy btw, but like he ghosted me. for no reason. he didnt even leave a chat or something, just fucking went radio silent. ik he aint dead cuz he still shares posts on socmed but it hurts cuz he wont tell me why he's not talking to me, and me n him are best friends(or used to be), we've been thru thick n thin, multiple ups and downs in our lives and all of a sudden he becomes cold af. before all this ghosting stuff, me n him used to chat everyday and every night b4 we sleep and idk im just so sad bc i miss him, i miss the talks he and i used to have, we were so comfortable with eah other to the point where me n him could talk abt anything and everything. but when he ghosted me i started to question myself.. like, what went wrong? where did it go wrong? did i say something that might have offended him? am i not pretty enough? like ik im not pretty but like is it that bad?? at this point idk what my feelings towards him are, idk if its love or attraction or whatever but it hurts u know, cuz I'll probably never know why he ghosted me bc he isnt responding to my chats even tho im pretty sure i didnt say anything that mught upset him akshskkdjsbskanwksa

feelings are so hard to understand

Hey anon I’m sorry for not responding this as quickly, but I had to think on what I was going to say. I understand what you are going through I have gone through it many a time. I understand feelings are very hard they are very difficult in their own right. I don’t feel like you have done anything wrong to upset them.

I wish I could help you figure out what is going on. I hope in the end you figure out what has happened. I wish I could help you more, but I am sadly not very sure how to help. 

I really hope you will be ok and I hope for the best outcome for you.

I hope your having a good day. 

[sinfully-chubby]

Canceling Moondust X reader

Hello everyone I've been thinking about the Draco x reader I had started writing a year or 2 ago and I have noticed not a lot of people read it so I've decided to just up and cancel it.

I also am canceling it because of the fact, looking back on it the story feels a little all over the place. the writing looks bad and I'm not proud of how I wrote it. I feel that when I was writing it I couldn't keep my plot straight. It feels like I would get an idea and randomly throw it in and I feel like it shows. Because of this, this is the man reason I am canceling it.

I don't know how many people actually liked the series, but maybe at another time I'll rewrite it. I don't want to let the story go. I just feeling I need to rethink some aspects of the story and change it up a bit.

But for now that all I have to say on that story. I am sorry if you did enjoy what I had gotten out, and I thank you for those who did. For now thank you all for the support any anything I do post.

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People Are Cruel - Loki x Plus Size/Chubby Reader

Can you make Loki imagine where the reader is very sad and not eating well. Loki becomes worried and consoles her. Thank you once again - @theyvaharthanisaravanan​

Warnings: Besides some background bullying, it’s mostly just fluff I guess, that or comfort.

Word Count: 1,067

Hi I’m sorry your request is coming so late. I feel when writing this it took a different direction which I hope you don’t mind. I really am sorry this is late I hope you enjoy the story as I hope everyone else will.

I will admit that I don’t like how this came out and will probably rewrite this at some point. I feel like its not as good as it could be.

*gif obviously not mine.

The change in your behavior did not go unnoticed by the trickster god himself. He noticed the way you had started keeping to yourself more and more. You could tell because in your mood you were not eating. Losing a small bit of weight in the process. He wasn't sure what had set you in your upset mood, but he was hoping to find out. You had been sad for almost a week. Loki always hated seeing you like this. He wish he knew what was upsetting you so he could get rid of the problem.

By any means necessary.

That day you had gone to work and not wanting to interrupt your work life or schedule, Loki decided to wait until you got home. Usually when you got home you would put your work stuff away change out of your work clothes, grab a pair of comfy clothes, and then hope in the the shower. He could wait at for a little while longer.

Hearing the lock of your apartment Loki stood and watched as you walked in. Walking towards you he smiles giving you a small greeting and kiss. on the forehead.

"Hello darling, how are you today?"

Shrugging your shoulders you give him a kiss to his cheek. Right now all you wanted to do was get cleaned up and crawl into your bed.

"It was ok. Just the same day in and day out stuff."

Brushing past Loki, he glares at you while you retreat away, he wants to stop you but he doesn't. He goes into the room once he knows your in the shower. Sitting himself on you shared queen sized bed. Hearing the shower turn he stands as hears you move around in the bathroom for a bit before coming out. You must have brought your outfit into the bathroom cause he sees you walk out in a pair of shorts and a tank top. Looking right at you, you stare back not wanting to say anything in that moment.

Exhausted and tired after a very stressful day at work always made you shut down over time. But work had been getting tougher. It had all started when you got promoted instead of your colleague. The colleague in question was a close friend of yours, and because of the promotion a huge fall out happened causing your ex-friend and other colleague's to make your job harder by not doing what the were supposed to do and harassing you.

Today had been the worse with two of your coworkers having put in your locker a bunch of garbage stating 'pig's eat this.' your lunch had been thrown away so you basically went another day without eating. You had reported there actions for the fifth time.

Between the bouts of harassment and depressive episode you had started feeling bad about yourself. Started eating less and shutting down around the one (somewhat) stable person in you life.

Seeing the look on Loki's face you curl up a bit, wishing he wouldn't ask about your change in behavior. Pushing past Loki once more, you lie down on the bed.

"Y/n please don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying."

Even to your own ear it didn't sound convincing. The look in Loki's eyes confirmed he didn't believe it either. Sitting down on the bed next to you curled up legs, Loki stares down at you with a weird look in his eye's.

"Who has hurt you darling."

You feel tense, you were always an open book when it came to things with Loki.

"It's nothing really."

Again still didn't sound convincing to either of you.

"If it was nothing y/n, then why do you insist on not eating, why do you close yourself off even from me?"

Hearing your stomach growl. Letting out a tired sigh you sat up pushing your legs up to rest your arms and face upon. Watching you move into the upright position Loki straightened up more waiting for your response. When you didn't say anything Loki leaned closer showing that he was waiting and listening. He was here if you needed comfort.

"It's alright love, you know that right."

You nod your head, so getting the courage you at up knees still to your chest and told him what had been happening.

"At work I was promoted."

Loki nods.

"I remember you telling me about it. What does this have to do with you not eating?"

Giving yourself a moment to think on how to word this without Loki blowing up and trying to well destroy those at your work place. Because even though they have become tormentors, they were once your friend.

Plus you would miss Loki if he had to be thrown into prison.

"Well because of my promotion I've been dealing with, backlash is what I guess you could say."

Looking confused for only a second, Loki's expression changed to one of anger.

"Your telling me the people are upset because you have moved up."

Nodding your head yes. Loki took in a deep breath and laid his hands upon your shoulders and bring his head closer so that your foreheads were touching.

"You listen tome y/n what they say or do to you is nothing. People who are bitter over someone else's happiness are usually bitter with themselves."

Nodding your head you give a small smile.

"Thank you."

"Of course darling anything for you. But you do need to eat something you've not been eating a lot and I do worry."

Nodding your head you both here your stomach growl Standing from the bed Loki leaves the room. Hearing some clattering coming from the kitchen, you watch as Loki walks back in with a small sandwich. You figured it was either a turkey or ham sandwich something small for you to eat after a week of not eating well or at all. Handing the sandwich to you Loki gives a small smile.

"I love you y/n, and if those awful creatures that call themselves human beings ever try something again I will not hesitate to eradicate them from existence."

Chocking on your sandwich a bit you nod your head. Loki always was the best thing that ever catapulted into your life.

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Do you write for Pete Davidson or mgk?

I’ve never written for them before, but it would be very interesting. Did you have something in mind?

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I just wanted to say: I love your blog and stories and I love how ur stories focus on plus size/chubby reader cuz I too am chubby(ignore the pfp, I just really like this picrew haha!) and it just makes me happy reading them 😊 so thank you so so much!

I’m glad to hear you like my writings! It makes me real happy when I hear and see people enjoy my works. I try and post as much Plus size/Chubby reader stories that I can. I always hope no matter what I write it brings a smile to their face in some way. 

And thank you cause it’s people like you and everyone that has every requested something (even with my slow writing) That keep me going.

I do apologize if that was a lot, but it had really made my day.

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Well here goes nothing 😂😂.

1. I dont like ribs

2. I hate the ocean, but love the creatures within it even the creepy ones

3. I tend to always try and act out a story I am writing to see if it sounds good 😂😂.

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Omg I want a request for Sammy Winchester!!!! So here we go: Sam likes when the reader wears his flannels because they cling to her curves and pronounce them? He thinks it’s the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen so he makes it a point for her to wear them everywhere?

Hey thanks for sending this in. I'm sorry if this is coming late. I got really busy with school and the holidays that came up as well. I had fun writing this and I hope you like and enjoy it. 

    Curves - Sam Winchester x Plus Size/Chubby Reader

Warnings: Not really to much to warn about. There might be body appreciation and just implied smut, but no actual smut

Word Count: 1,630

The first time he caught you wearing one of his plaid shirts was way before the two of you had gotten together. 

Him and Dean had been on a hunt out of state. The hunt was a pretty long one and you had stayed behind, helping them from the bunker. The hunt ended on a pretty good note, they luckily had very few casualties and he was just happy to be home.

Walking through the doors of the bunker, they had made there way down into the building. Once inside they were greeted by you coming form the direction of the library. While Dean had greeted you with the usual flirt, Sam could only stare at you. There you were standing in the map room wearing his flannel shirt. He stared at you enjoying the sight of you in his shirt. It was pretty big on you, but it seemed to not only hug your body, but seemed to be falling of it as well.

He had even let out an obvious gulping sound as he stared. When Dean finally walked away, you had turned your look to him smiling your pretty smile, making his heart flutter at how cute you were. When you greeted him you smiled more tilting your head waiting for a response.

"Hey Sam are you ok?"

Nodding his head he gave you a small smile in return.

"Yeah I'm alright, y/n why are you wearing my shirt?"

When you looked down at the shirt your nervously started fiddling with the ends of it. You looked so cute when your were shy or nervous.

"I don't have any clean clothes right now."

"So why my clothes?"

He wasn't angry, he could never be angry over this, but he was very curious.

"I didn't want to go into Dean’s room. he may have cleaned it, but I'm scared something came to life and lives there now. What with how long he camps in there with food sometimes."

He gives a small laugh at the adjusting the bag on his shoulder.

"I don't blame you, something probably did."

Laughing at that, you both settle down walking further into the room. While talking Sam couldn't help but wonder what you would look like in his shirts all the time.

Sadly it wouldn’t be for another few months until you wore another shirt claiming you once again didn’t have clean clothes. Luckily the next time was after a hunt.

This time you had tagged along, helping out with what seemed to be a den of vampire's. The hunt had been long and tiring and not having enough energy to start driving home so you had decided to crash at hotel for the night. There were only two beds and a pull out couch, so you had decided to take the pull out couch even though Sam had offered up the bed but you had declined, he wish he could have shared the bed with you.

You had called first shower after the hunt was over, of course Dean griped about it. So of course when you guys had gotten there you had went in with your duffel bag hanging off your shoulders. 

You weren't in there for to long, but Sam almost chocked on the quick in take of breath when you walked out of the bathroom. There you were standing in the doorway of the bathroom wearing Sams favorite flannel shirt. It was the red flannel. It was unbuttoned slightly and hanging slightly off of one of your shoulders showing off the black spaghetti strap tank top. The shirt came down towards mid thigh showing the small skin tight black shorts.

Letting out an audible gulp he started at you as you toweled off the top of your head. While he gaped at you, Dean was watching his brothers reactions from the small table in the corner of the small motel room. Dean snickers at him laughing at how flustered Sam looked. Smirking to himself Dean, as casually as possible, stood from his chair, grabbed his jacket form the back and threw it on quickly.

"Well I'm gonna go grab us something to eat."

And without another word to you or Sam, he left walking right out the door while you and Sam stared after him.

Once the door was closed you glanced at Sam, nervous about being alone with him. It wasn’t a big secret, Dean knew of course, as well as Jody to. But it didn’t make you any less nervous being around Sam. 

Taking in a deep breath Sam gave you a nervous smile as he stared at your bare feet on the floor. It had been a while sense you and Sam had really been alone, sure there where small moments, but people always had a way of either appearing or are already lurking. So in all reality there was never really a moment alone.

Messing the skin around your nails, you smiled at Sam as you went to sit down the pulled out couch bed. You looked nervous as you sat down tentatively on the couch bed. Once you were sure it wouldn’t get crushed or collapse under your weight, an irrational fear yes, but one the worried you none the less. 

You sat down trying to get as comfortable as you can as Sam smiled at you.

"Tonight's hunt went by pretty quick. Good thing to."

Sam nodded his head in agreement tapping his thumbs together before responding.

"It was quick and efficient, no thanks to you."

Shrugging your shoulders you smile looking down at your feet, not caring about how the big shirt slipped further off your shoulders. Looking at where the shirt had slipped Sam eyed you s/c skin. Eyes following the parts where your body curved out, and looking at the dip of your low cut tank top shirt. 

Now don't get him wrong a shoulder wasn't gonna make him start climbing walls, but when he looked at you all he wanted to do was mark up and enjoy the sounds of pleasure that would come out of your mouth. If he were to continue, what would be stopping him from throwing you to the bed and taking you apart piece by piece.

To say the least the thought was very, very tempting.

"All I did was help with the searching and interviewing nothing to special."

Sam had almost forgotten about the conversation at hand. So standing from the bed he walks over and sits down next to you. Your shoulders brush against each other, a warmth settling in your chest at the close proximity.

"But the help was very much appreciated."

You give a hesitant smile, enjoying the warmth Sams body was letting off.

"I'm glad I was able to help, its better than just sitting in the bunker waiting to hear what happens."

"I understand what you mean, I used to worry about all the people who went on other hunts, and when they didn't report back I would get concerned."

Nodding your head you lay your head on his shoulder letting a small smile grace your lips.

"I worry about you guys all the time. But I worry about you the most."

For once Sam feels sheepish as he smiles at you feeling a little flushed at what you had said.

"You worry about me?"

You feel heat rising to your face as you duck your head once more raising your hand to scratch at the back of your head.  It wasn't like a weird awkward thing, of course you worried about Sam. After all you did love the giant moose man even if he didn't know.

"Of course I do Sam, what you and Dean do isn't easy, and is definitely very dangerous."

He nods his head at that, he could see why you would be worried. Reaching out to you, he wraps his arm around your back grabbing your other shoulder and pulling you towards him in a hug.

"It's alright y/n I know the feeling. Even though you don't hunt a lot, your life is still in constant danger. Even just by knowing me and Dean."

Leaning into the hug you lay your head on his shoulder.

"Yeah well you can't get rid of me that easily."

Smiling a each other you let out a small laugh.

"I wouldn't want it any other way."

Almost like being drawn towards you. Sam leans down kissing you softly. Your surprised at first but lean into the kiss more. Deepening the kiss Sam and you move further onto the little pull out couch Sam's arms wrapping themselves around your waist and pulling you into his lap. Thighs spreading wide as you settled down, pressed tightly to Sam.

To say the least the night ended pretty well. That is if you minus the ruined sheets and maybe the broken pull out bed. In the end Dean didn't come back to the hotel room that night, Sam and you never got any sleep.

But ever sense then you and Sam have been going steady. There have been times when things seemed to hit rough patch, and times where you would hate your body so much that it made you sick looking at yourself.

But Sam's always had a way of helping you though it as much as he can. In the end if one of Sam's many plaid shirts went missing he would always find you wearing one. Looking as beautiful as always.

His favorite part is how he can always admire those curves.