#chubbyreader

[chimk3n]

ENOUGH  |  chubbyfem!reader x frat!gojosatoru

“Y-you’re too much for me.” You whisper, voice trembling as you stare down at the pavement, unable to meet his piercing blue gaze, “I’m not a nobody, but you… You’re someone who deserves more than me, there are people better than me wanting you, and I—” Your throat tightens, it felt like you were drowning; “I don’t deserve you.”

Gojo steps closer, his usually grinning stance gone, hands twitching as if he’s fighting the urge to pull you in.

“No one has ever made me do this.” He spoke with a soft, choked voice, small tears forming in his frozen eyes. He forced himself to find your touch, his fingers holding yours, desperate but gentle. “Please… trust me.”

Your heart clenches, but you know this is the right decision. For you and for him.

The world isn’t kind to people like you.

And Gojo Satoru is someone who was never meant to be seen with people like you.

Your mind is only filled with Gojo deserving better than you. So, you shake your head, stepping back ready to leave, his shattered look on his face carves a fresh wound into your heart.

“I’m sorry Satoru.”

2nd picture from the border : @/chuucho95 on twt

purple star border : @enchanthings

author’s note: This is my first drabble fic so pls be nice ♡

[bwabys-scenarios]

Just got this comment on my Kurapika liking thighs post…

Someone tell this person that my account is LITERALLY dedicated to chubby!readers and the #chubbyreader hashtag is in nearly EVERY post I make. I’m not writing for everyone, I’m writing for chubby readers. This is like going to someone who writes only male!readers and being like “WAAHH NOT EVERYONE IS MALE”

Almost ALL x readers are written with skinny readers in mind. They’re described as being dainty, thin, small. Big women deserve to feel loved, and I write for those women, I AM one of those women.

I will not be changing how I write my posts at all. I will always center on chubby women, and I always include tags that say so. I’m not sure if you can block tags, but if that’s a feature and you dislike seeing chubby reader inserts, just block the tag or block me! You can’t come to my account that is FOR CHUBBY READERS and complain when I describe the reader as not thin. 🙏

[xoxoleaaaaa]

Every time I see head cannons that Sevika prefers chubby women it’s always followed with “great for manhandling” or something referring to her being rough and I strongly disagree!!!!

like she’s taking her time, massaging the meatier inside of your thighs, maybe the roughest she’ll get is biting or spanking idk…..

BUT MY GIRLS A SOFT LOVER AND I STAND BY THATTTT

and oh my fucking god it is 2025 can we drop the insecure chubby reader please……my gosh

[click4rainy]

Hiiii I’d like to request a Johnny/Fem!reader like they’re in a relationship, and she’s been getting hate online bc she’s chubby and it’s starting affect her self confidence and Johnny does NOT let that slide!! Like so much fluff and angst (and perhaps even smut too)

Ugh I love the vision of Johnny Cage with a chubby girl!!!

In love with every curve

👽: I love this idea lots. Like yeah you’re right…he WOULDN’T let that slide... (He’s so golden retriever coded— UGHHHH//Not proof read, i’m messy 💀😩)

❌:Not Proof Read

🖇️: Johnny Cage x F!ChubbyReader fic

⚠️:NSFW, attempted angst, self deprecation, fluff, body worship, some titty play, thigh riding, a bit of finger fucking, face riding, super sappy—cutesy, lovey-dovey happy ending :)

★ It started as little comments. You brushed them off because, hey, not everyone can like you. You knew that. But over time, the snide remarks, the cruel messages—they stuck.

★ “Why is Johnny with her?,” “She’s a bit chubby for him, isn’t she?,” “Imagine being her and knowing your boyfriend could do better.”

★ You used to laugh at them, rolling your eyes and scrolling past. But lately, it felt like those words were weaving themselves into your thoughts. Every mirror you passed felt like a reminder. You started wearing baggier clothes, pulling at the fabric around your stomach when you thought no one was looking.

★ Johnny noticed. Of course he noticed.

★ It was subtle at first. But he began to see how you hesitated before posting photos together, or how you covered up even when it was just the two of you. He’d catch you frowning at your reflection, smoothing your hand over your sides with a sigh you thought was silent.

★ And Johnny didn’t like that. Not one bit.

★ One evening, you were sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone when Johnny plopped down next to you, dramatically throwing his arm around your shoulders.

★ “Hey, babe, look at this,” he said, holding up his phone with a grin. It was a selfie the two of you had taken at the beach last weekend. You thought you looked awful. But Johnny? He was beaming at it like it was a masterpiece.

★ “Ugh, Johnny. I don’t even know why you posted that,” you muttered, tugging your sleeve over your hand. “I look so…”

★ His head snapped toward you. “So?”

★ You chewed on your bottom lip, eyes fixed on the floor. “I just… I don’t get it. Everyone’s right. You could have anyone, Johnny. And instead, you’re stuck with me.”

★ Silence.

★ Johnny gently pried the phone from your hand and set it aside. His warm hands cupped your cheeks, tilting your head up so you couldn’t look anywhere but at him. His eyes, usually so playful and teasing, were soft but serious.

★ “First of all, stuck with you?” he repeated, like he couldn’t believe the words even came out of your mouth. “Sweetheart, I chose you. Every day. I choose you. And if you think for one second that a couple of faceless people online know better than I do about the woman I love, we’re gonna have a problem.”

★ Your eyes burned, but you tried to blink it away.

★ Johnny’s hands slipped from your cheeks to your waist, his fingers pressing gently into your sides. “You know what I see when I look at you? I see the person who makes me laugh until my sides hurt. The person who steals all the blankets but makes up for it by cuddling into me. The woman who looks so damn good in every outfit that I literally lose focus sometimes.” He smirked at that, squeezing your waist just a little.

★ You let out a soft, shaky laugh. “You’re just saying that.”

★ “Hey, hey... look at me, baby.” His deep voice was low and earnest, filled with a conviction that couldn’t be denied. “I'm not just saying this shit, okay? I fucking mean it. Every word.”

•••

★ “You know what your curves do to me. I love every inch of you.” He presses a kiss to your temple. “People cant stand a perfect match that was made in heaven. They’re jealous baby, they wish so baddd that they were us, that they had a happy, loving relationship…”

★ A soft, uneven breath leaves your lips as you feel your shoulders relax, unable to stop yourself from melting into his embrace. “You think so…?”

★ “I know so. With every fiber of my being, Princess,” Johnny murmured, voice low and sincere. “I'm fucking crazy about you. Don't let anyone ever make you doubt that.”

★ To prove his point, Johnny stood up and swept you up and into his arms, carrying you towards the bedroom. Swiftly kicking the door shut behind you two before sitting at the edge of the bed with you in his lap.

★ He pulled you flush against him, crushing those soft curves to his harder planes while wrapping his arms around you possessively.

★ Johnny’s eyes roam over your face, taking in every delicate feature he had grown to worship. Those hypnotic eyes of yours. Your full, pouty lips that tasted like heaven.

★ His thumb brushed over your plump bottom lip, feeling the softness and warmth. Fuck, he wanted to devour your mouth, to kiss away every ounce of doubt and insecurity.

•••

★ “Mmmh,” he rumbled, stroking your hair soothingly. “You can’t let those fuckers get to you. They’re just bitter, pathetic assholes who can’t handle a real woman like you. A woman with a heart and a body made for loving and fucking.”

★ He began to kiss down your neck, sucking and nipping at your pulse point. “You hear me, baby? You’re perfect. You’re mine. And I’ll spend every goddamn day reminding you if I have to.”

★ “Johnny...” you breathed out, as if you were about to downplay your feelings, flustered but arching into his touch, you were softly cut off.

★ “No.” Johnny murmured, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “I love every goddamn curve and roll on this sexy body,”he growls, sliding his hands down to grope your plush ass. “You’re stacked in all the right places, and I fucking love it.”

★ He started up his kisses again, trailing them along the column of your neck, down your collarbone, taking his time to taste you, to savor you.

★ “Tell me that you know how gorgeous you are, baby. Tell me that you knowww how crazy you make me,” Johnny softly commands—or maybe it was a plea… “Come on princess...” he adds, his tone dripping with affection

★ you stiffened, feeling almost uncomfortable at his gentle demand. “I-I…” you couldn’t convince yourself still, despite the onslaught of affection and reassurance, your eyes dart away from his in slight embarrassment.

★ Johnny could see the uncertainty still lingering in your eyes, the self doubt… He refused to let it stand, refused to allow you to feel anything less than the goddess you were.

•••

★ “So, you're being shy now, huh?” He softly teases, his hands starting to roam more eagerly, exploring every dip and curve of your luscious figure. He squeezed your thighs, relishing the way they gave under his touch. Letting his fingers dance up your waist, skimming the sides of your breasts before cupping the mounds in his palms.

★ He groaned, kneading the supple flesh and feeling your nipples stiffen against his touch. “You know, these tits? perfect for me. I mean, the way they fill my hands just right…and the way they bounce when I fuck you hard and deep, mmh, baby im getting hard just thinking about it. He leans down to capture one peak into his mouth, gently biting through the thin fabric of your night shirt. “Mmmh, so soft too…”

★ He tugged your top off and over your head, tossing it aside before unclasping your bra effortlessly. Johnny paused to admire your full breasts, a smirk playing at his lips. “Fuck, sweetheart...”

★ Leaning down again, he latched back onto your tit, taking it between his lips, sucking greedily and swirling his tongue around the sensitive peak, feeling it pebble and harden even further. The sensation making you shudder in his lap.

★ “Tell me that you’re a pretty girl.” Johnny tried to coax again, pressing a soft kiss to your flushed nipple. “Tell me, baby…tell me you’re my pretty girl.” He corrected as he brought his hand up to your other breast, pinching your nipple hard enough to elicit a reaction.

★ You let out a small yelp, “I-I’m a pretty girl—” You softly whine, grinding against him, yoir face absolutely flushed.

★ “Hmm?” He murmured in feint concern, lightly smacking your tit before going back to pinching the sensitive button. “Ahaa~ I’m your pretty girl—!” You cry out, your hips bucking down onto his lap, seeking any kind of friction for relief.

★ “That’s fucking right you are…” he hums in satisfaction, your desperate bucking not going unnoticed, he shifts you, placing you on his left leg, both your thighs engulfing it. His hands made way to either side of your waist, slowly pressing you down to give you a taste that friction you oh so desired….

•••

★ Gripping your hips tighter, he started to grind you harder onto his muscular thigh, feeling the heat radiating from your core, even through the layers of both your clothing, made him groan with want.

★ Your head tilts back slightly, eyes unfocused, lips parted in pleasure as you hump his leg, a small moan leaving your lungs. It was the most beautiful thing he had the privilege of witnessing—of partaking in.

★ “You’re fucking gorgeous, baby…so goddamn sexy and perfect,” he purred, his voice dripping with lust. “God—i love you, and these hips. I could just eat you up.”

★Johnny slid a hand back up your side, his fingertips tracing your ribs before cupping the weight of your breast in an all too familiar manner. He squeezed the plump mound, kneading roughly as he pinched and rolled your stiff nipple between his fingers all over again.

★ You gasped, your back arching into his touch, shamelessly grinding yourself further onto his leg. Your pussy was practically begging and buzzing for more.

★ “That’s it, baby…get yourself off using daddy’s thigh.” Johnny encouraged with a low chuckle. “Ride it just like that, you naughty girl.”

★ You barely nod as you obeyed, your thighs clenching around his leg as you rutted against him desperately. Johnny couldn’t help but watch, completely entranced. The sight of you chasing your own release like an animal in heat, it made his dick twitch.

•••

★ With a low groan, Johnny slid his hand down from your heaving tits, over your quivering tummy to cup your mound possessively, the damp patch in your panties growing with each passing second.

★ unable to stop himself—he hooks a finger under the drenched lace, tugging it to the side, he runs a finger along your dripping slit. He circled slowly, gathering your juices before plunging a thick finger knuckle deep inside you.

★ “Fucking hell...” Johnny grunted, pumping his finger languidly, savoring the filthy squelch of your pussy while doing so. He curled up just right, stroking that special spot that made you see stars.

★ You shuddered, warmth spreading from your chest to your core. Jesus, it felt soo good, his finger pistoning with abandon, your toes curling as he continued his sensual assault. Your hips bucking with the thrust of his wrist.

★ But, just as soon as it had begun, Johnny pulled his finger out with an obscene pop, your body immediately missing the sensation. You watch him with a pout as he brings his honied finger to his lips. He made a show of sucking your essence from the digit, his eyes never leaving yours.

★ “Delicious…” he purred darkly once he’d cleaned your juices from his finger.

•••

★ His hands gripped the soft globes of your ass firmly, and without a second thought, he was leaning back into the bed, lifting you up and over his face with ease.

★ “Johnny—!?”

★ you were now straddling his shoulders, your cunt perfectly poised over his watering mouth. He gazed up at you, his eyes dark with lust and hunger.

★ “Princess~?” He playfully mocked your tone, settling you more comfortably atop his face. Your thighs making the perfect earmuffs in this position.

★His nose notched the hood of your clit—and you let out a small yip from the contact. But, intrusively, you worried about his comfort. Were you too heavy? Could he breathe? You didn’t wanna bury him alive….

★ He felt you try and hold yourself up, and immediately pinned your thighs back down with a low growl. “Mh-mhh” he murmured a soft scolding into your skin. You weren’t goong anywhere, not on his watch. He was looking to drown between your legs. And he’d die a happy man while doing so.

★ Your fingers tangled in his short brown hair, nails scratching against his scalp as you rut your cunt against his face, practically see-sawing his chin and nose.

★ His cock throbbed almost painfully in his slacks as he licked and sucked at your clit, your flavor exploding on his tongue. Fuck, he really was willing to drown, and the thought only spurred him on, making him press harder, fucking you deeper with his tongue.

★ “Oh god—Johnny!” You mewled, your voice echoing off the walls of the lavish bedroom, unable to control your breathing as it came in short, sharp gasps. Chest heaving while the coil of tension in your belly wound tighter and tighter, you were so close…

★ Johnny’s hips bucked involuntarily as your moans reached a crescendo, your body going rigid against him.

★ With a muffled groan, he came hard in his pants, his vision went white behind closed eyelids. His hips jerked as thick ropes of cum painted the inside of his boxers, the wet heat seeping through the material. He continued to lap at your pussy through his orgasm, practically whimpering as he did so.

★ And then, shortly after, your orgasm came crashing over you. Your pussy clenching around Johnny’s tongue, rippling and spasming as you flooded and gushed into your lovers mouth.

★ You went limp above him. Your thighs falling open as you collapse back onto the bed, chest heaving and skin flushed a deep scarlet. Johnny emerged from between your legs, gasping for air and grinning like the cat that got the cream. He crawled up your body and crashed his mouth against yours, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

★ Johnny moaned in satisfaction, as if you were the finest wine he’d ever tasted.

•••

★ After cleaning up, you nestled into the blankets, still reeling from your orgasm—you had completely forgotten about…what was it that had you upset again…? A small, subconscious smile curled at your lips as you watch Johnny emerge from the bathroom, fresh and clean from the shower you took together. He shook his hair before running his fingers through it.

★ You can’t help but let out a small laugh as he winks at you, clearly pleased with himself. But he doesn’t stop there. “We’re going out.” He simply says, crawling back onto the bed to plant a kiss to your forehead.

★ “What? Johnny, I don’t really feel like—”

★ “Ah-ah!” He holds up a finger, cutting you off dramatically. “Put on something nice—something cute.” His tone was light but left no room argument.

•••

★ Half an hour later, you’re dressed in one of your favorite outfits, and Johnny is decked out in a tailored jacket, he looked you up and down, whistling while opening the door for you. Insisting on driving, of course.

★ During the entire drive he was giving you a running commentary about how fabulous you look. How lucky he was to have you in his life and a list of other genuinely sweet things he swore up and down to be true. And they were.

★ When the car came to a stop, you looked up at the familiar building with questioning look. It was a luxury boutique, the one he took you to on special occasions, specifically.

★ “Here…? But…there’s no—” he was quick to wave off your concern and confusion, already walking to your side to open your door. “No what? Need?” He asks while hooking elbows with you. “Who cares? After feeding me a meal like that—i’ve gotta return the favor, right?”

★ Johnny marches you inside like he owns the place, picking out outfits and accessories that make the staff scramble to keep up. “This? Perfect. This? Even better. Try them all. My treat.” He’s already swiping his card before you can argue, snapping a photo of you in a stunning dress and posting it to his socials with the caption: “It’s too easy loving this woman, I swear. I mean, how can you not? Just look at her.” Followed by three heart eye emojis.

•••

★ Next, he surprises you (again) by taking you to an exclusive rooftop restaurant, the kind with a view so breathtaking it’s almost as good as the food. The table is already set with your favorite drink, courtesy of Johnny’s connections. And the thought he put into this impromptu date really made your heart flutter.

★ He spends the night cracking jokes, telling ridiculous stories about his time on movie sets, and making sure you don’t think about anything except how much fun you’re having.

★ By the time dessert arrives—a towering confection of chocolate and gold leaf—he’s already uploaded another photo of you to his stories, tagging it with: “us after going to pound town ;)”

★ As the night winds down, Johnny leans back in his chair, smirking as he checks his phone. “Look at this—comments are blowing up. Half of them are jealous, the other half are madly in love with you. As expected. We win.”

★ Feeling much better now, you roll your eyes…but can’t help smiling. You truly appreciate his efforts, even if they were a bit…flashy and petty. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?” You say with no real bite.

★ “Ridiculously in love with you,” he quips without missing a beat. Johnny reaches across the table to take your hand, his expression softening just enough to remind you why you fell for him in the first place.

★“And if anyone’s got a problem with that, they can take it up with my PR team.”

👽:🎤I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOUUUUUU🎶

[adoreeenina]

For You, I’ll Risk It All

𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗯𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗻𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲

Relationship: DBF! Hank Voight x Plus Size! Olinsky! Reader

Summary: He is corrupted and vicious, nothing but a dirty cop. At least that’s what you’ve been told by your mother. You hated him and you weren’t afraid to show it at the slightest, but that all changed when he protected you from going to jail when you were 18.

Coming back from New York after five years, you decided to live for yourself for once.

You didn’t expect it would start by falling for Hank Voight.

You know your dad’s best friend.

Warning: NSFW. Explicit Sexual Content. Angst. Age Gap(Reader is 23. Hank is 50). Daddy issues. Daddy Kink. Secret Relationship. Secret Romance. Fluff, Soft, And Protective Hank. Sexual Tension. Teasing. Secret touches. A lot of sneaking around. Mention of infidelity(not on reader nor Hank). Lots of kinks and sex. Hank is a sex god. And More.

Part One: High School Crush

Part Two: Forbidden Fruit Taste The Sweetest

Part Three: That’s My Good Girl

Part Four: I Don’t Want To Lose You

Part Five: You Belong To Me

Part Six: I Love You Endlessly

[mugeesworld]

I GOT ONE THING TO SAY.

Episode 6 Of one piece live action. Time 38:47. Sanji. SANJI. I screamed. Please go look.

THANK YOU ODA. We have been fed and let me tell you dinner is served and I WILL BE DEVOURING. THAT.

[d-raewrites]

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[freaknloser]

Buff!Male x Chubby!FemaleReader Part 5

⚠ Content Warning: Adult language, minor sexual content, angst, slow-burn, fluff, a fat "joke". Context: The day leading up to your date was fairly uneventful, minus a customer that seemed to peek behind your customer service mask. You try to keep your nerves contained until you're delivered to the address Daniel gave you. And—oh. Um... Where the hell are you?! Word count: 7,528 │ part 1 │ part 2 │ part 3 │ part 4 │ part 5 │ part 6 (WIP) │ follow for more! │

Hihihi! Look who's back! (～￣▽￣)～ This is definitely the longest thing I've written in a long time, I just couldn't find a good place to end. I won't lie, it took a lot out of me, but I couldn't stop! As always, I hope you enjoy it and it was worth the wait! ♡

[Comments, asks, and messages make me smile. Constructive criticism welcomed and encouraged! Let me know what you think and if I should continue this series.]

“This register open?”

A woman’s voice jarred you from your daydream, your eyes refocusing, head jerking from the palm of your hand. You stood straight, looking at the elderly woman with a small smile gracing her wrinkled lips.

“Yes, ma’am,” you replied, mirroring her smile. “I’m sorry about that.”

She chuckled, taking the items from her basket to place on the conveyor belt one-by-one. Small beeps rang out, mixing with the others in the background, as you dragged each barcode over the red laser.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, sweetheart,” she drawled, a southern accent stretching her words into a thick, warm sound; even with the small click in the back of her throat making her words crackle. “Ya’ seem ta’ be miles away… A boy?”

Your heart sunk into the pit of your stomach, acid rising to fill its place. Your date was in less than four hours and you wasn’t sure how to feel. Daniel had never shown you anything less than respect; never pushing back anytime you said no, doting you with cute pet names, complimenting you any chance he could get.

Yet reminiscing on the way his voice changed filled you with dread.

“You’re observant,” you finally responded.

She observed you with careful eye, nodding her head slowly, a knowing look on her face. “I been around a while, young lady.”

You finished scanning her things, stated her total, and rested your palms against the cold metal of the register. Her hands dug through her purse, movements slow as syrup. Yet you were patient, even helping when she couldn’t see the small screen of the card reader.

After paying, she took a moment to offer you some unsolicited advice.

“Ya’ know,” she started, gathering her bags in fragile hands, “I’m jus’a silly ol’ lady, but I hope you’ll hear me out. I had a man courtin’ me when I was your age. He was so handsome, the nicest person ya’ ever could meet…”

She looked to you once more, the loss showed clearly, her brows turned up and lips down. The years of longing and sorrow permanently etched into deep lines on her face, making your heart clenched in your chest from the sheer intensity of it all.

“But my mama didn’t approve an’ I was too scared a disappointin’ her. Now, I don’t know why you’re scared, but don’t let it stop you, too.”

That was it; she gave you a small wave accompanied with an even smaller smile then shuffled towards the sliding doors. You blinked, staring at her small figure disappear through the doors, the glass sliding closed behind her.

“Very observant,” you muttered to yourself.

The rest of your shift wore on with forced smiles and empty smalltalk. Cash exchanged, cards swiped, receipts given—but all you could think about was the date and the older woman who seemed to look into your soul with her piercing grey eyes. The last four hours of your shift somehow dragged by even slower, a mix of eagerness and panic making the hours feel like days.

Amanda picked you up when your shift ended, promising to help you prepare for either a great date or a potentially soul-crushing one. Your silence led her to fill the space. While you tried not to think about what the night could hold, she was rambling about work—almost talking about the mysterious blonde man—before shifting to rant about her landlord. She paid almost twice the amount you did, and her apartment looked nicer; but at least your landlord would come to your aid if you called about a broken water heater.

Soon after, you were in your cluttered apartment, one elbow on the second-hand vanity in your bedroom, leaned so close to the mirror that you breath subtly fogged the glass. You examined your makeup, a finger coming to smudge away a small smear of lipstick trying to escape your bottom lip line. The bed creaked behind you as Amanda rolled onto her back.

“I mean, it could be nothing,” she continued, her hair splayed across your mattress like flames. Her head tilted to look over at you. “And it probably is. You have been known to overthink.”

“Don’t,” you snipped, turning in your chair to face her.

“I’m just saying. Remember that time you were convinced that tree outside your window was a man trying to break in?”

You gasped, feigning offense with a hand coming to cover your heart. “I just said ‘don’t’ and you bring up my trauma anyway.”

She rolled her eyes with a scoff, bringing her phone back to her face. “You’re so theatrical.”

“Pot, meet kettle.”

You smirked, standing from your chair to make your way to your closet. Your movement grabbed her attention from her phone, which was quickly tossed to the side, and she somehow managed to beat you through your closet door. She assumed her self appointed role of picking your dress, digging through the options carefully.

“I don’t know, ‘Manda. I just—”

“You’re worried he’s going to peel your skin off and wear it like a suit?”

“Hey!” Your voice came out as a bark, louder than you meant, but you still took a half-step towards her with a finger in her face. “There’s a documented case of someone actually doing that! And there was a guy that made furniture with skin!”

Her upper lip curled in revulsion as she looked at you, hands grasping two different dresses held by plastic hangers.

“You know the weirdest shit,” she commented with unconcealed disgust.

You shrugged your shoulders upwards once, watching her go back to her self-appointed task of picking out your wardrobe. “… I read a lot.”

She finally landed on a dress, jerking it from the metal rod, turning and holding it to your body. You complained, saying you didn’t want your arms exposed, and were met with a sern frown.

You looked in the full length mirror, fingers hooking in the top of the dress to tug it upwards. Of course she picked strapless, why wouldn’t she? And more importantly, why do you still own this thing when your breasts struggled to stay contained in the built-in bra?

You swiveled towards her, the satin navy fabric flowing to your ankles, your hands coming to your hips while giving her a dissatisfied look—and you were met with one in return.

“Let me try again,” she said, already disappearing back through the closet door.

You remind her with a raised voice: “He said it was a nice restaurant!”

Three dress changes later, you were slipping your heels on and grabbing your purse.

“I’m raiding your fridge while you’re gone,” Amanda chirped as you checked your makeup and hair once more in the mirror by the front door. She waited for no reply, already padding towards the kitchen. Only, prior to crossing the threshold, she stopped.

She turned on her heels towards you, her face devoid of any humor. Instead, her brows were knitted together and lips drawn into a tight line.

“Remember what we said?”

Hearing the concern in her voice, your head snap towards her. You studied her face for a moment ahead of trying to give a convincing smile.

“Yes. I have 360 and my location on, my phone is on 100%—”

“Check in every 30 minutes, even if it’s just a word. And if he gets weird: lock yourself in the bathroom and I’ll come get you.”

Oh, the joys of being a woman simply going on a date.

You nod your agreement, understanding the terms fully. While your first date went well, there were added stressors to this one. Without warning, Amanda was running at you, her small arms wrapping around your torso as well as they could.

“You’re going to be okay,” she muttered, but you felt maybe she was saying it more for herself.

Your arms wrapped around her tiny frame, hugging her tightly. Even with the weight of uncertainty, you still managed: “I’m going to be fine.”

Your heart sped more with each step, almost drowning out the sound of your heels echoing on the tile as you walked through the hallways. By the time you were crossing the sidewalk towards your Uber, your knees started to shake. You stared at the silver car as your pace slowed.

This was it, the car that would deliver you to whatever fate had in store for you.

After confirming your name, you crawled into the back seat. As the car pulled away from the building, your stomach twisted violently, as if you were free falling through the air with nothing to grab on to. The reality fully sitting in as your breathing quickened.

Your phone chimed from your purse: ‘on ur way? :)’

You didn’t reply; instead staring at the message as you sunk further into the faux leather seat. You double checked everything on your phone once more: Location on, Life360 sharing with Amanda, battery on 98 percent. The address he had texted you was nearby, luckily. It wouldn’t take her long to get to you if you did need her.

After a deep inhale through your nose, you replied as you slowly exhale through pursed lips until there was nothing left: ‘Yup! I’m almost there.’

The sound of a soft click keeping perfect rhythm almost slipped passed your ears; you glanced up, seeing an orange light flashing in time with the sound. You were close, you had followed the direction on the maps app on your phone about ten times, plotting out when to text Amanda; and this was it. ‘Almost to the place. Talk in 30.’

The car stopped moving, yet you just sat still; staring blankly at your phone.

“Uh… Ma’am?”

You shook your head, trying to realign your vision, glancing at the man behind the wheel.

“Oh, sorry. Thank you,” you croaked as you shoved the door open. Your heels clicked against the concrete as you stepped out into the dim glow of the fading sun. As soon as the door closed and you turned your back, the silver car was was speeding away.

You scanned the building, double checked the address, and you were sure your legs would give out from under you. It was nothing: an empty brick building that looked like it had been painted with tar. Obviously abandoned years ago, made clear by the sun-bleached ‘for rent’ sign in the window.

Your heart jumped into your throat, making it nearly impossible to breathe. Your blurred vision didn’t stop your eyes from darting around the building, and you silently begged that it was a prop that would fall away and reveal the real restaurant behind it.

Where were you? Why didn’t you look up the address to see where you were going? Are you suicidal or just stupid?

Your mind raced, quivering hands diving into your purse to find your phone—but out of nowhere, a deep voice rang out behind you, causing your hand to still as it breached the flap of your bag.

“Shortcake! You made it.”

Somehow, you managed to swiftly gather yourself, forcing a smile as mask to cover the fear lurking just below the surface. Turning towards him as you compelled the corners of your mouth to pull upwards.

“Wow…” It fell from his tongue with no thought. He stared; actually gawked. His jaw hanged slack, basking in the entirety of your form, in every dip and swell concealed beneath the soft black dress. “Your dress…”

You watched him slowly drink you in, shameless but appreciative. Your dress was low cut enough to show the curve of your neck, but covered the expanse of your shoulders. The way the black fabric stretched across your hips, the slit in the skirt offered a teasing peek of the soft skin just above your knee.

With small hearts reflecting in the depths of those blue eyes that seemed to threaten to steal your breath, he looked back into your eyes. The once forced smile you wore shifted into something genuine without you realizing.

“You look stunning. How are you more beautiful every time I see you?”

“Thank you,” you say softly, but his sweet words that threatened to make you blush didn’t quite hold enough power to achieve it. Not when the address you gave Amanda was a nothing more than a vacant building.

“But um…” You shot a glance at the darkened building over your shoulder once more, feeling your stomach flip and acid burn your throat. “It looks like the restaurant is closed…”

Daniel’s jaw ticked, his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed. One of his hands slid into the pocket of his slacks, the other combed through his hair, the curl of hair that always refused to stay in place fell forward against his forehead.

“Please, don’t be mad.”

You waited a couple of seconds, but the only sound he made was the small slap of his palm slapping his thigh as he dropped his arm to his side. You observed closer; his eyebrows were slightly drawn upward, the once large smile now looking more forced.

“I can’t promise I won’t be,” you replied, holding his gaze.

His smile fell completely, and you swore you could see the vein jumping in his neck like his heart was racing—and that was because it was. Although Daniel was always cool and calculated, you never failed to crack his shell.

“Forgive me for lying, Y/N. I shouldn’t have.” His gaze dropped to your feet. “This isn’t where I planned on taking you…”

As he confessed, your heart kicked into overdrive, hammering in your throat as you struggled to swallow it down.

“I just-I wanted to surprise you,” he muttered, shame dripping from his words. His black oxford shoe scuffed against a pebble in front of him, kicking it away from the both of you, refusing to meet your glare. “It was stupid of me.”

“Daniel?”

His entire body went rigid as you spoke his name, but he still peeped up at you through his lashes like a kicked puppy.

“Wanting to surprise me isn’t an excuse for lying after I told you I would rather have my own ride.” How you managed to keep your tone so firm was beyond you, especially when your knees were almost rattling together under the long skirt of your dress.

Your words hit him harder than any punch ever had—because you were right. His face drew into a pout, complete with downcast eyes and a frown, drooped shoulders adding to the disappointment emitting from him.

“I’m so sorry,” he choked, shoving his other hand into his pocket, spine bending forward. “I didn’t think it through.”

If you weren’t so terrified, it would honestly be a entertaining sight; adorable even. Daniel: 6’3”, about 240 pounds of muscle, dressed in a full suit… and standing in front of you with his head down as if you were beating him.

“Daniel, please—”

He flinched, a full bodied shudder like your words could physically cut him.

“Stop being dramatic,” you huffed, folding your arms over your chest. “It just isn’t a good look, you know?”

He nodded frantically, quickly agreeing with your criticism before whispering, “I know.”

Risking a glance at you, it finally clicked. The breath left is lungs in a harsh hiss as his heart shattered in his chest. The look in your eyes, the shimmer that revealed what you were trying to hide. It was something he’s seen plenty of times, been the reason for more than he could ever attempt to count. You were scared; and for once, he regretted being the cause of someone’s fear.

“Y/N...” His hands came from his pockets, instinctually reaching towards you; but he stopped himself, twisting his fists to his chest.

“You’re right,” he spoke fervently, the tightening in his throat not slowing the words from spilling out, “of course you’re right. I shouldn’t have tricked you. Please believe me, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You didn’t budge, staying firm in your stance, somehow tricking yourself into thinking you were braver than you actually were. Though it probably was only due to the fact that a man who looked like he could pick up a small car was cowering in front of you.

“Let me make it up to you,” he pleaded, words almost disintegrating in the space between you. “I’ll do anything.”

“Give me the address of where you want to take me,” you demanded.

“Yes, yeah!” He nodded again, retrieving his phone from his pocket.

You followed suit, bringing your own out and forwarding his message to Amanda. You waited for a response, only getting question marks which led to your phone ringing. You answered, openly staring at Daniel as you explained what happened.

“Put me on speakerphone.”

“No,” you reply firmly, “I’m not doing that. I’m…” You fell silent, seeing the desperation in Daniel’s face. His face turning red as he held his breath, silently begging you for another chance.

“… I’m going to hear him out.”

The phone jerked away from your ear as curses and screams blared into your eardrum. After threatening the both of you, she was reduced to huffs and you were able to finish.

“I’ll text you when we get to the restaurant.”

Daniels spine straightened, a grin splitting his face as you hung up, avoiding more of Amanda’s high pitched protests. Your hand, still clutching your phone, jerked towards him to point a finger at his face as yours twisted into a scowl.

“This is the only time I will overlook a lie… Only because I can almost see why you would do it.”

“I promise, it wasn’t—”

“I believe you,” you said, cutting off his explanation. “Let’s just try to turn this night around.”

He agreed, bringing his keys from his pocket as he gestured towards a black car by the curb. Maybe it was a bad idea—it did sound like the beginning of a horror movie—but you followed him away from the vacant building, even as your brain and heart waged a war inside you.

A short, but silent, ride in a car that looked like it cost more than everything you owned collectively. You memorized the logo on the steering wheel, committing it to memory so you could look it up later. Something resembling a trident, and it was everywhere. On every headrest, the gear shift, even the small analog clock on the center of the dash.

You thought you knew what a new car smelled like—you didn’t. It was richer than any of the synthetic sprays, leather and warmth that you had nothing to compare to. You were so lost in admiring the interior, seeing the pride that went into every red stitch that lined every curve, you didn’t notice the extravagant building looming beside you until you felt the car stop.

“We’re here,” he whispered, shattering the silence of the cab. Your face snapped towards the window, seeing a young man in a red jacket trotting towards you.

“Where is ‘here’?”

“The Gilded Dish.”

He slid out his door, quickly making his way around to open yours. You ignored his outreached hand, standing on your own. He closed your door, trying to ignore the pain shooting through his chest at your denial, yet knowing he deserved it. You sent the text you promised before observing your surroundings.

The sound of a water fountain quickly found your ears, the only sound besides the traffic buzzing in the distance. Extravagant wasn’t a strong enough word, the place oozed wealth, practically laughing at your off-the-rack dress. Floor to ceiling windows, staff waiting to take keys, an abstract sculpture looming just inside the glass door.

Knowing he was pressing his luck, he still offered an arm, a nervous smile making the muscles in his chin twitch. “Ready?”

Feeling out of your element, you stepped closer, wrapping a hand around the firmness of his forearm.

“I thought we agreed on nothing fancy?”

“No,” his hand rested against the back of yours as he lead you to the door, “you said you didn’t see the point in spending so much on food. I said I did.”

You couldn’t argue, that was true. So, you remained quiet as you stepped inside. Walking through the door, you were met with the strong smell of wood, something you could confidently say had never been the first thing you’d noticed stepping into a restaurant. Spices and herbs lingered, but the musk of oak was almost overpowering.

A short woman appeared from behind a curtain, skin and bones with long black hair. She tried—and failed—to be welcoming as she scanned you, subtly unimpressed with what she was seeing. She asked for a name, seemingly uncaring to the presence of either of you.

“Daniel Sideris.”

Her neck audibly popped as her head snapped towards him, ignoring the open book on the podium in front of her to look at him with wide eyes and mouth agape.

“Oh! Of-of course! Mr. Sideris!” She swiftly straightened her posture, seemingly trying to make herself appear taller as one hand gestured towards a doorway. “Right this way.”

She turned and lead the way into a quiet dining room. The smell of wood faded, replaced purely by savory scents hanging like smoke in the air. You examined the dining room, you immediately felt foolish for thinking the outside looked so fancy because holy shit.

Deep purple fabrics draped from the walls, ebony wood tables with white ceramic plates and glassware strategically placed on top, a golden stand proudly holding a single white candle in the center. Then there was the open kitchen, which was something you thought only existed on television. A quiet hum of conversations gently overpowered by the lull of a piano being played from the corner of the room.

You were lead to a secluded table, bumping against Daniel’s side as you drank in the environment. He released your hand after a small squeeze, then pulled a chair, waiting patiently. Deciding not to press his luck, he didn’t allow his eyes drop to the top of your dress as you sat below him.

After carefully nudging your chair forward, he slid into his own across from you. “Have you been here before?”

He was obviously trying to make small talk; or maybe just get you to say something to show you didn’t hate him. You had to choke back a laugh, your chest tight as you held your breath. Only, he wasn’t laughing.

“Are you being serious?”

He studied you as if he was trying to solve a math equation. “I am.”

The laugh sprung out, your head tilting back as your mouth hinged open, hands coming to grip your stomach. You couldn’t hold back at the seriousness in his tone, or stop when every eye in the room narrowed at you.

Though he wasn’t sure what he had done to be graced with that rich sound, he relished in it anyway. He sighed deeply as the tightness in his shoulders melted.

“What’s so funny?”

You gained your composure, shaking your head from side to side as your laughter trailed into giggles.

“I’ve never even been in the driveway before,” you finally said as the grin clung to your face. “Fine dining isn’t really my thing.”

“Hmm…” His elbows came to the table, fingers steepling under his chin. “I doubt that, shortcake. Something tells me you just haven’t given it a chance before.”

“I just don’t see the point of spending a so much money and having nothing to show for it,” you retorted, pulling a menu to your face. While you had always been curious, you couldn’t justify spending so much and risk not enjoying it.

“But you will have something to show for it...”

The single white page lowered as you peered over it at him with your brows scrunched together, being met with dreamy eyes and a warm smile.

“A full stomach and a memory,” he finished. “The menu changes, too, so you’ll never have the same thing here twice.”

“Never?”

His response was a simple head shake.

“What if I like what I order and want it again?”

“I’ll make it for you,” he replied without hesitation, giving a small shrug of a shoulder to convey how little he cared to do so.

The cardstock held in your grip found its way to the table in front of you, though your fingers still held on. He just smiled at you, admiring the subtle shock written on your face.

“You cook?”

“No, but I’ll learn.”

His response came natural as rain, timely and genuine. Daniel knew he would do anything to be the reason you smiled, even if it meant taking up a hobby he was sure would make him the butt of every joke between his subordinates. None of that mattered, not if it meant hearing your laugh or being graced with the warmth of your smile.

Out of nowhere, a man with a thin mustache and upturned nose appeared at the side of your table, causing you to jump when he spoke, carefully extenuating every syllable of every word.

“Good evening, Mr. Sideris. I apologize for your—” He paused, glancing downwards at you, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards. “—wait… Would you like to begin your experience with a bottle wine?”

‘Experience’? It was dinner. Also: nice jab at your weight. How original!

Your eyes dropped back to the menu, trying to ignore the way your throat threatened to close and chest tightened. Daniel noticed your discomfort immediately, side-eyeing the server with an unapproving glare.

“Apologize.” It was one word, spoken level and controlled, but it held that sharpness. The same deep, dark tone you’d been stressing over. “Make it convincing.”

Before you could even fully look at him, the server was already starting his fast-spoken apology. His eyes were closed, shoulders bent towards you in a bow, head dropped in either shame or fear.

“I apologize, Miss. That was incredibly rude of me; I had no right to speak that way.” Terror made his frame tremble enough for his voice to shake. “I don’t know what possessed me. Please forgive me.”

“It… It’s okay,” you whispered, brain malfunctioning as a million questions flooded your skull.

“It’s not okay,” Daniel chimed in before turning his attention back to the smaller man.

“My favorite wine,” he said firmly, holding the man’s eyes with an intensity that made a chill run down your spine. “And have someone else bring it out. I don’t want to see you again.”

The server darted from your table, shouldering through a black door—never to be seen again throughout the night.

Turning your attention back to Daniel, you watched as a single hand tugged the buttons of his jacket open and a finger hooked in his tie to pull it slack. Slow and calm, like his tone alone the most threatening thing you’d ever heard outside of something echoing through a theater.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. You didn’t deserve that,” he muttered, quiet and remorseful, a steady hand came to rest on the table. “He won’t bother you again, I promise.”

“Daniel?” You watched as his brows raised slightly at his name. “I have a question.”

“Of course! Ask away.”

Though you weren’t sure he would tell you the truth, or if you even wanted to know the truth, you drew in a steadying breath.

“What do you do for a living?”

His lips quirked into a smirk, yet something flickered in the depths of those ocean blues. “I own a few businesses.”

“A few? Impressive,” you remarked; and it really was. “That’s really interesting. What kind of businesses?”

“Just a couple of corner stores. A laundry mat, a nightclub. Boring stuff, really,” he said casually.

A new server arrived as he was finishing, remaining silent until Daniel was. As he presented a green bottles label to Daniel, who barely glanced, telling him everything about the wine from its name to the year it was bottled. After a small nod of approval, you watched as the server uncorked the bottle.

It was incredibly thought through, every flick of the man’s wrist was done with intent. You never knew up to that point that there was a way to open wine without either the signature POP or the small splash that always found a way to your white shirt. He poured nothing more than a small taste into a glass in front of Daniel.

“That doesn’t sound boring at all.” You glance at Daniel, who is watching you carefully track every movement of the server. If he hadn’t of ended up being such a dick, you would have kind of felt back for mentally berading the first server who called it a experience.

You watched as Daniel lifted the glass by the stim, swirling the deep burgundy liquid in the wine glass, carefully studying the way it clung to the crystal.

“It is,” he said flatly, bringing the glass to his lips to take a small sip.

It was all so natural, something he had obviously done to the point of becoming muscle memory. His glass came to the table with a click, he gestured towards the glass. The server gave a small bow before filling your glass before Daniel’s, every movement smooth and steady.

The smaller man spoke after placing the cork beside the wine bottle on the table, “I believe you haven’t been served. I apologize for the inconvenience. Would you like to hear the specials?”

You gasped as you realized you’d been too busy watching the man pour wine and using your menu as a mask instead of actually looking at it. Hands quickly jerking the paper from the table—and quickly realizing you didn’t know how to even begin how to pronounce most of the words punched onto the paper. Your internal panic didn’t go unnoticed.

“Take your time, cupcake,” he whispered sweetly. “If you have questions, ask. That’s why our server is here.”

His voice wrapped around you like velvet, comforting your growing anxiety. After a couple of questions, and a very patient server, you’d ordered chicken, though you still weren’t sure what it consisted of. Daniel ordered some lamb dish, the words rolling off his tongue effortlessly. Another bow, then it was just the two of you again.

“I have no idea what I just got,” you joked, reaching for the glass of wine. As you took a drink, the rich and earthy with hint of sweetness flavor coated every crevice of your mouth.

He chuckled, the corners of his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Why did you order it then?”

“Chicken is safe,” you said as if it were fact; and it just made his smile break into a grin.

“Fair. So, you asked about me—” That reminded you that you got a barebones answer. Why wouldn’t someone his age not want to brag about being a business owner? “—now it’s your turn. What do you do?”

You never really liked your job; the pay was shit and the customers were even worse, but the management was great and your co-workers were nice. Still, comparing a retail position to a owning businesses was enough to make your face feel warm.

“Oh, I, um… I work at Stitch and Stone at the mall.”

His brows furrowed. “The home goods store?”

“Yeah.” You almost grimaced, teeth clamped together tightly. “That’s it.”

“Okay, yeah. I wanted to make sure I had the right place,” he said as his expression relaxed. “I’ve never been. Do you like working there?”

“It’s okay.”

“Hmm…” He hummed as he observed you closely. “That wasn’t very believable.”

“No,” you quickly rebutted, “as far as retail goes, it’s the best place I’ve worked. It’s just… Well, retail.”

You smiled sheepishly, he chuckled again. You nearly didn’t catch yourself leaning forward to follow the warmth of the sound.

“Well, let me know if you’re ever looking for something else.”

A laugh bubbled up into your throat, caught behind a swift hand moving to your lips. Your hand left to take your wine glass as you tilted your head.

“Why? Do you have a job for me?”

While you meant it as a tease, he swallowed hard, trying to force away the filthy images invading his mind. He shifted in his chair, leaning forward onto his arms folded across the table, doing his best to ignore the stirring in his slacks.

“You could say that,” he murmured; and then it was like a lightbulb went off in his head. His lips curled into a mischievous smirk, an eyebrow lifting, before adding, “Or I could just take care of you.”

Shock filled your face, your eyes opening wide and breath hitching in your throat. Daniel laughed, full bodied, perfect teeth shining in the flickering candle light.

“I’m kidding… kind of.”

You cleared your throat, trying to ignore how your ears burned, using your wine as an excuse to prolong the timing of your response. You watched him over the rim of your glass, trying to somehow mentally dissect him.

“So,” you began, sitting your glass back to the table, “tell me more. Do you enjoy your work?”

You were prying; there was just something that made you feel like he was hiding something. Not that he was lying, just that he wasn’t telling the whole truth.

“It’s okay,” he replied with a smirk.

“Using my own words against me? That’s rude.”

He chuckled, leaning backing in his chair, a finger fidgeting the fork in front of him. “I’m just always talking about work. I’ll tell you anything else.”

“Okay then,” you agreed, folding your arms on the table and leaning forward, filing away his lack of response for later. “Tell me something then. Do you have family nearby?”

“Not really, no. I have two sisters, but they live a few hundred miles away. My parents are in Greece.”

“Greece?” Your eyebrows raised.

He nodded, explaining that they moved overseas after retirement, leaving him a single corner store he turned into multiple. You would be lying you if you said you weren’t impressed. The hard work it would take, the dedication he must have. While he openly talked about his sisters, bragged about his parents, yet every time you tried to dig into more about his businesses, the conversation would shift.

Eventually, you were talking about your family, him asking the questions. As you fell into a spill about your home life, the server delivered the food, setting down the most beautiful looking plate of food you had ever seen. Not a single drop of pink on the rim of the edge of a white bowl, mushrooms soaking a creamy red sauce pooling around a steaming chicken breast resting perfectly centered.

After checking, the server refilled your wine glasses before disappearing once more. Daniel watched as you ritualistically sent a text message, then wasted no more time to saw into your food with a fork and knife. As you took your first bite, you realized this was, in fact, an experience.

You both fell quiet as you enjoyed the bold flavors of your dish. Daniel offered you a bite of his, which was even better than what you had. Perfectly cooked lamb that was so tender, it nearly melted like butter on your tongue. You hummed your approval, to which he was already cutting off another piece for you. Though you said no, a small pile of perfectly bite sized pieces piled on the edge of his plate.

The candle flickered between you, silence only broken by random scrapes of a fork or clink of glass—yet it was comfortable. Though he remained quiet, he smiled every time your hand snuck across the table to grab another taste off his plate.

After a while, your fork and knife rested on your nearly empty plate, your stomach full and taste buds still dancing.

“So,” he said smugly, sitting his silverware on a clean plate, already knowing the answer. “What’s the verdict? Did I open your eyes to the world of fine dining?”

“Ha-ha,” it came out flat, even as you stifled the smile threatening to break out. “It was better than I expected, I’ll give you that.”

“I think you might have enjoyed it more than you’re letting on.”

“Hey,” you playfully snipped, narrowing your eyes as the corners of your mouth lifted, “I said it was better than I expected. But I can’t tell you if I enjoyed it until I see the bill.”

Daniel’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Why would you do that?”

You returned his confusion. “Daniel, this place is ridiculously expensive. No prices on the menu was a dead giveaway. And if you think I’m the kind of woman who doesn’t carry her own, who only—”

“I know you do,” he interrupted with a small nod. “But I asked you out, Y/N. You aren’t paying.”

“You paid last time. It’s only right.”

“I said no, shortcake. Besides, I do need to make it up to you for lying, right?” His eyes crinkled as he smiled warmly. He leaned forward, a large hand reaching across the table to gently take yours.

“Please, don’t argue,” he said softly, his thumb brushing across the back of your hand a tenderness that made your heart flutter. His blue eyes continuing to beg, even while his mouth remained closed.

“Okay,” you muttered, fingers curling around his hand. “But let’s do something that won’t require the selling of a kidney next time.”

His thumb stilled, a wide grin slowly overtaking his face. “‘Next time’?”

You hadn’t realized you said it, but now you were looking across the table as Daniel was looking at you like a dog that just heard their favorite word. Your smile grew as you watched his proverbial tail wag eagerly.

“Don’t let it go to your head. You’re still on thin ice.”

He leaned forward on an elbow, wiggling his eyebrows. “Good thing I know how to skate.”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes, trying to bite back the laugh that strained your throat. “You’re an idiot.”

“Probably, but you laughed.”

You pulled your hand out from under his, playfully slapping his forearm, trying not to let yourself giggle like a little girl. “Shut up!”

His other hand came up, capturing yours, pressing your palm firmly against his forearm. Your smile fell, eyes dropping to your hand sandwiched between his warm skin and soft sleeve. Butterflies flapped wildly in your stomach, throat suddenly bone dry.

“You say that a lot, don’t you?”

“What?” Your eyes jerked back to his while your cheeks stained pink. “Wha-No? No! Shut—”

You cut off your words and Daniel laughed, his fingers lacing between yours, dwarfing your hand completely under his. The heat from his palm soaked into the back of your hand, sending a fresh wave of pink up your neck to color your face deeper. While your eyes were focused on him, the server reappeared.

“Miss,” the small man bowed towards you before turning back to Daniel. “Mr. Sideris. I trust everything was to your standards?”

“It was,” he replied, never looking away. His hand tightened subtly, not wanting to lose the contact between you.

“Marvalous. May I interest you in dessert?”

“What do you think, cupcake?” Daniel’s voice dropped to a teasing mutter, “Want something a slice of cake or am I sweet enough?”

“Cheesy,” you scoffed, though it held no true bite. “But no, I’m stuffed.”

He agreed, removing his fingers from between yours, but pushing your palm into his sleeve in a silent request. He reached into his jacket, shuffling around for a moment; and in his concentration, his gaze dropped to your lips. As he traced the outline of the color on your lips, he forgot what he was doing.

He blinked, his card emerged, landing in the hand of the server. That was the transaction, you never even had the chance to see the bill.

His hand came back to yours that never moved. He gushed about how wonderful of a time he had, tossing in sweet compliments about your dress. You couldn’t lie, you had a great time, minus the terrifying start… And seeing him take that same tone with the first server.

After his card was returned, he decided to live up to the title of idiot: “I hope we can do this again soon. Can I give you a ride?”

“Daniel…”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

Your hand pulled out from under his, grabbing your phone.

“Will I hear from you again?”

It caught you off guard, your thumbs freezing on your screen for a split-second before ordering your ride home. Another text, then your phone was resting on the table in front of you. Daniels arm was still reached across the table, silently begging for the contact that was taken from him too soon.

“Yeah,” you said softly, the corners of your lips forced downward as you tried not to grin stupidly. “Of course you will.”

He beamed, eyes almost crinkling shut as the grin overtook his face. “Great! That’s great!”

Then he was surging to his feet, shuffling around the table excitedly. One hand coming to the back of your chair in preparation to pull it out, the other palm up in offering. This time, you took his hand, letting him help you up.

He wrapped your hand around his arm, smiling down at you, walking you away from the evidence of the most delicious meal you had ever had in your life. The only time he released you was to hold the door and let you walk through first. By the time you had made it outside, a familiar ping rang out from your purse.

You glanced up, seeing the black Toyota matching the description from the app waiting for you. Repeating the same actions as your first date, Daniel lead you to the car when you pointed it out, making the man driving give him your name before releasing you. He tugged the door open, stepping out of your way.

“Let me know when you make it?”

You looked down at the back seat, then back at Daniel. Ignoring the tightness in your chest, the nerves threatened make your hands shake, you stepped forward. Pushing up onto your toes, a hand coming to his shoulder to steady yourself. He didn’t move, aside from leaning down enough for your lips to connect with his cheek.

“I had a nice time,” you said as you looked up at his red face, knowing your own was burning just as bright. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” he breathed, eyes fixed on your lips as he fought to keep himself from kissing you. From pressing his palms against the plumpness of your cheeks and taste the wine that stained your lips.

You said your goodbyes before you slid into the back seat, him giving you one last once-over before closing the door. You waved through the window as he took a couple of steps back, jamming his hand in his pockets with a large smile, waving back with the other. Then the car was moving, pulling out from the covered entrance way to begin your trip home.

“This is the first time I’ve ever picked anyone up from here,” the driver remarked, glancing at you in the rearview mirror. “Looks real nice.”

“It is,” you said with a smile, pulling your phone out to let Amanda know you’re on your way back. You turned to the window, looking out at the glow of the streetlights passing by. “It’s incredible, really.”

Though you still had questions, you had a bit of a better understanding of Daniel. You learned about his family… Kind of. Two sisters and he hinted that his parents were originally from Greece. He also managed slipped in a not-so-subtle brag about bench pressing 500 pounds while talking about helping his parents move.

As your mind retraced the conversations, you thought perhaps the way he was on the phone had something to do with one of his businesses. He seemed nonchalant, but it would have to be stressful to be the backbone for five businesses. That had to be it.

As far as the first server went, he deserved to be scolded, and you wouldn’t be completely truthful if you said it wasn’t nice that he was so willing to stand up for you. Still, the way the server reacted was interesting. The staff seemed to know his name, so maybe he had some kind of pull there, being a businessman and all. That made sense, right?

Though it started rough, it ended with you feeling as if you were floating. Daniel couldn’t be a bad guy, not when he looked at you with hearts beating in his eyes or held your hand like it was the only thing anchoring him to the ground. Besides, you had his full name now, and you knew Amanda would be doing a deep dive once she had it.

Between the two of you: you would find out exactly who Daniel Sideris was.

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[derekmorgansgirl]

Derek Morgan x Chubby BAU!Reader

I absolutely hate that there is not enough out there about my literal comfort and joy, Derek Morgan, so I'm here to write what I wish I could read about him.

This is a oneshot following Y/n and Derek's angsty relationship over time. He has always flirted with her, but she was insecure and assumed he was joking around, so she always brushed him off. One day, she had enough and snapped at him, resulting in a very heated, very public argument.

Y/n's stomach dropped to her butt when she stepped through the elevator doors to the wide open bullpen of the BAU. It was her first day working as their new media liaison after their old one had switched positions. She honestly had little clue what she was supposed to be doing that day except for meeting her new boss, Aaron Hotchner.

She picked her jaw up off the floor and blinked her wide-eyed look away as she began to scan the room for Hotchner's office. Although, apparently, her confused figure drew some attention because two people approached her, startling her out of her concentration.

Upon first impression, she noticed the difference between the two people. One brown skinned man, tall, muscular, intimidating. And the other, a much shorter white woman, blonde, colorful, and friendly. The man, Y/n could see as an agent of the FBI. The woman, however, looked like an elementary teacher.

"Hey, there," the man said, "what's a pretty little lady like you doin' round here?" he said with a flirtatious grin.

Before I could even think of a reply, the woman playfully rolled her eyes before turning to me and speaking, "Don't mind him. He's well aware of his good looks and likes to use them for nefarious intentions," she glared at him. "I'm Penelope Garcia, the most beautiful, most genius technical analysist. And he's-"

"Really forward," Y/n says with an awkward laugh.

"Oh, it's Derek Morgan, actually. But you," he punctuates with a glance up and down her body, "can call me Chocolate Thunder."

"Yeah, that most definitely will not be happening, Derek Morgan."

Derek feigns a disappointed sigh before asking, "No, really, though. What are you doin' here? Can we help you with anything?"

They both look at her expectantly, eyebrows raised and fully attentive. "Oh, um, I'm supposed to be finding Aaron Hotchner's office," Y/n replies, but it sounds more like a question. "We had a meeting for," her eyes widen with a glance at her watch "7 minutes ago! Oh, God!"

"Oh, dear! Come with me, sweetheart, I'll take you there! And don't you even worry I will take full accountability of the delay and explain what happened," gushed Penelope while dragging you through the bullpen, Y/n's hand in hers.

Still shocked from the previous interaction, Y/n makes no effort to reply to her. It doesnt go unnoticed, however, because Penelope turns around to look at her for a second before continuing the walk.

"I'm, once again, sorry for Morgan. He goes a little overboard with his flirtations sometimes. I would certainly know," she giggles out. "You just have to learn not to take him seriously, everything he says is out of kindness. He really is a good man, you know-"

"Garcia?" a deep voice cuts her off.

"Hotch! Sir, I am so, so sorry. She looked so lost and confused, so Morgan and I were greeting her, and then she told us she was late for a meeting with you, so I rushed her over, and I'm so terribly sorry, this is on me! But she's here now, this is- Oh, I didn't catch your name," Penelope manages to spit out in one breath while the tall man stands there, hands in his pockets, a slightly amused look on his face.

"It's okay, Garcia. This is Y/n Y/l/n, our new media liaison. Now please excuse us, as you said, we have a meeting," he says calmly.

"Ok!" And with that, she's already turning around and scurrying away.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Aaron Hotcher, unit chief of the BAU. Come on in."

/// One month later ///

After that first meeting, especially what Garcia had said about him, Y/n had just assumed that Derek was joking around with her. She had seen him cozying up to plenty of other women. Prettier women.

But that didn't stop him from calling you such ridiculous, clearly mocking nicknames.

"Hey, baby doll. Maybe after you finish up those files, I can give you a ride home," Derek tells her with a wink.

"Um, no. I have a lot to finish and to be honest, I dont- I dont really think thats a good idea," Y/n says before clearing her throat.

"Aww, why not? You not that into me, pumpkin?" Derek leaned against her desk. And that's when it hit her. Of course. He was only doing this to make fun of her. She'd known that from the start. But she didn't know why until he had said it. It was because of her appearance, she told herself, short and round. Like a pumpkin.

The logical side of her knew it was likely not true, but her insecurities got the best of her. She had always been self conscious about her size, and it was easier to tell herself that he was just like everybody else. I mean, a handsome, fit man like him? No wonder he was messing with her.

"No, not really," Y/n said with a fake smile. "You can go now, Morgan."

///

Y/n had been growing closer to the team, especially Reid. They had a lot of similar interests. They both liked reading, nerdy TV shows, and most importantly they got along really well.

The other team members had taken notice of this, of course. But Derek, most especially. Y/n couldn't figure out why, but it seemed that he couldn't pry his eyes away whenever he saw Y/n and Spencer together.

Y/n and Spencer had been making their coffee side by side while chuckling and conversing about last night's episode of Doctor Who. It was something that Spencer admitted he got mocked for by multiple people, but she didn't understand why. So it became their thing. A couple nights a week, Y/n would go to Spencer's apartment and watch a few episodes with him.

Derek approached the two and grabbed a packet of sugar to pour into his own steaming mug. "What're you two nerds talking about, huh?" He said with a false smirk.

"Oh, um, we were just talking about last night," Spencer stuttered out as Derek had startled him when he snuck up behind him.

"Oh," Derek quirked an eyebrow, "last night, huh? You making a play on sweet pumpkin here?"

Spencer shook his head, embarrassed, "No! We were watching Doctor Who together."

"Huh," Derek rubbed his tongue along the inside of his cheek, "well, maybe I can take you home then tonight, Y/n, it only seems fair," he says as his smirk reappears.

"Spence and I actually had plans tonight, and he's better company than you, but thank you," Y/n replies rather harshly, causing both Derek and Spencer's faces to break into a startled reaction.

"Oh, you call watching your geeky little show in your pajamas while stuffing your face with snacks plans?" He jokingly said, but you took it as a joke that you were the butt of.

"Really? I mean, I already suspected that was why you're always mocking me, but I didn't expect you to outright and say it," Y/n crossed her arms as an attempt to shield her body.

"Whoa, what?" Derek said, suddenly conscious of everyone's eyes watching the scene. "What are you talking abou-"

"Seriously?! Are you gonna pretend to be stupid, too. You've been messing with me since the day we met, and don't act like you weren't aware of it," she slans her mug down onto the counter, causing Spencer to flinch as he awkwardly shuffles away from the two of you.

"Okay, what in the actual hell are you talking about? I have not been messing with you!" He raises his hand to smooth it across his hair.

"Oh, yes you have! Flirting with me, feigning an interest in me when you know that someone like me will never have for real!"

"Thats not why I- What do you mean someone like you?"

"Someone whos always sitting around in their pajamas stuffing their face with snacks, as you might recall saying. Short and fat, like a pumpkin, right?" Y/n said, suddenly feeling more self-conscious and insecure than she had anytime that stupid nickname slipped from his beautiful lips.

"Oh, my God. No, thats not at all what I meant by that. I- I thought you would have realized by now that-" Derek said, his eyes swelling with tears that she knew he would never let fall in front of the team.

"That what?" Y/n had asked flatly, though her face was still wet from tears.

"Baby doll, I really like you. I have from the start. Thats why I flirted with you! Not to mock you or make you feel bad about yourself. I would never do that. Especially not to someone like you. You're so incredible and I have never met a woman like you. Please let me make this up to you."

"No," she replied with a sob, causing him to momentarily panic. "You didnt do anything wrong. I'm just an idiot," they both laughed as she said that.

"Then, tell me. Do you maybe feel the same? Even after you thought I was ridiculing you for months?"

"Yeah," she whispered before grabbing his tie and pulling him down to crash her lips into his.

His hand immediately found her waist and hers on his face. They laughed while their lips pressed together in an explosive way she could have never imagined. His hand traveled around to her lower back, causing her to let out a gasp, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. Y/n let him know that she appreciated it by letting out a quiet moan, when suddenly they were interrupted by someone clearing their throat.

"Okay, cute moment, guys," JJ said with a mocking pout, "There are kids being kidnapped and murdered but sure, sure, take your sweet time making out in the kitchen. Get your asses over here!"

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The pumpkin thing was definitely inspired off of a similar situation in the movie Dumplin' but shhh

PLEASE like and comment and reblog if you enjoyed it takes such little time and shows so much support

In the same respect I am open to constructive criticism always so dont he afraid to comment your ideas

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[angelfrombeneth]

SECRET - A . DONALDSON

Sexual Content Ahead

Art Donaldson x Fem!ChubbyReader

Summary: Where you and Art are 'secretly' hooking up without your friends knowing.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), Born with barely any plot, Art is slightly pathetic in this, Reader loves a cheeky ass grab.

Note: This one is a quick one I rushed, because I'm writing a nice long Art fic for yall. So please enjoy this for now.

If you told yourself 3 years ago that you'd be sat on some bleachers watching tennis you wouldn't believe it.

You were never interested in tennis, you knew about it obviously but it was never your thing.

You came to Stanford as an international student due to the fat scholarship you recieved so you packed your bags from London to California.

That is where you met Tashi Duncan, your best friend. She introduced herself to you one day in the library after hearing you tap away to the music playing in your headphones. It was a close call, she saved you from another warning from the librarian.

Tashi and you were inseparable. Learning about eachother more you discovered she played tennis and was quite well known but you had no clue. She found this a breath of fresh air as everyone knew of her some how. She put it down to the fact your from a different country additionally to your lack of interest of the sport.

Tashi coaxed you to come watch her warm ups and games - which you did being a great friend. But you sported to opening your sketchbook and sketching out the scene infront of you additionally. Might aswell do a research project on human posing and what better sport that tennis.

After your first semester you noticed Tashi always hanging out with this tall lanky man. He seemed nice but, you'd never seen him around. She told you he was her 'thing' which made you both laugh over lunch one time. She had mentioned he will be around alot more and he has a friend and that's when you met Art Donaldson, and well. The rest is history.

It had been a good year since you met Patrick and Art and you four were now a little quad. Despite the three of them being raging tennis players and you just sat on the side line they didn't mind.

You did try to take up a sport but it just wasn't for you, after Tashi found you face down in a bush after a 100m sprint.

You were watching Art play against someone from another University - you weren't listening to their name though.

Tashi and Patrick sat beside you, gasping and groaning, cheering and whooping at what was going on in the game but you only knew so much.

In the year you've known Art, you two had a great bond and tend to.. dip into eachothers bonds from time to time. You had no clue if Tashi or Patrick knew about your occasional flings with Art, you both never aired it nor got caught it just happened sometimes.

But as of late, you can't take your eyes off him. The way his shorts ride up his muscly thighs as he jumps from one end of the court to the other. The way his hair bounces but also sticks to his forehead due to his sweat. You were slightly obsessed.

You wouldn't say you had feelings for him, it never got deep enough for that. But you craved him. You craved every single inch of him and how he'd just melt into your hand.

"COME ON!!" You jump slightly as you were ripped out of your daydream as Tashi flew up beside you screaming as you looked at Art celebrating on the court.

You smiled, standing up and clapping as you grabbed everyone's coats and bags as Tashi and Patrick dashed off to see Art.

Climbing down the stairs was tricky balancing everything but as soon as you saw Tashi and Patrick bust through the door of the court as they piled onto Art you smiled. Walking towards them as you put down the stuff.

Art turned to you smiling, walking up to you and pulling you in for a hug. It wasn't unusual just took you off guard.

"We should celebrate! Let's go out for dinner" Tashi smiled.

"I love a good dinner" You smiled as they all chuckled at you.

You got changed for the dinner into a little black dress, you can never go wrong with it. Tashi texted you earlier her and Patrick will be late - which you assumed they were fucking in his car yet again. Dinners cancelled you assumed.

You walked over to Arts dorm, knocking on the door as it swung open to reveal a slightly disheaved Art as he stared at you. Shirtless and in the tightest pair of shorts ever.

"Did you forget we are going to dinner-"

"No- I was just.. working out" He spoke slightly.

You looked him up and down, a knowing smirk on your face.

"You can't hide it from me" You laughed. Art's face contorted as he looked at you confused as you swiped your hand over the very obvious bulge in his boxers before walking past him into his room.

He doubled over, groaning as he shut the door as you laughed, sitting on his desk chair.

"I thought Tashi was taking you to the restaurant?" He dove onto his bed, laying on his stomach as he scrunched a pillow up at leaned against it looking at you. God he looked so pathetic. Ass up and everything.

"Seems she got preoccupied with Patrick, I got this" You pulled up the text and turned it around to show Art.

"We definitely won't make it to the restaurant now" He laughed.

You stood up, dropping your bag on the chair as you walked over to Art, sitting by his head as he looked up at you.

"What do you wanna do then?" You caressed his cheek, smiling down at him.

"I have a few ideas.." His head turned to kiss your palm as his lips made its way up your arm till he was on his knees infront of you.

You stared at him blankly, sucking in your bottom lip as you took in the situation. You both paused for a brief moment staring at eachother.

You leaned in, kissing him roughly as your hands dropped to his back, pulling him closer as his hands slid up the back of your dress as he squeezed your ass. One thing about Art he loved your ass.

The pair of you tumbling with one another as you yanked down his boxers slightly as the back, grabbing a chunk of his ass with his hand as you sucked onto his tongue. A soft moan leaving his lips as you yanked down his boxers completely rolling over as you caged him below you.

"Mm- want you- s'bad" You pulled at his lip as you sucked on it, grinding down against his bare cock as you reached to pull your dress off in one swift motion.

"Fuck- good girl-" He groaned as he unclasped your bra throwing it off as he pulled your neck and pulled you back into another kiss. It was passionate but needy. The way his tongue slipped in and out of your mouth had you yearning for more. You reached down to wriggle out of your panties as you kicked them off to the side before you held the base of his dick. Running it between your slit as you gasped, pulling away from the kiss.

You bit your lip, sighing as you bucked your hips against his tip. Your hands sliding up over your breasts as you peered down at him. "You piss me off how fucking hot you are. Why are you so fucking hot" You groaned, grinding down harder against him as he harshly gasped.

"Shut up" He whined lightly as he grabbed your hip, lifting you up so he could grab his cock and curve it up towards your entrance as he dropped you down against his abdomen as his cock slipped up inside of you. "Fuck-" You both yelped in unison.

You peered down at him, chuckling softly as you let out soft moans as you rocked back and forth against him. "Oh fuck-" You grit your teeth as your hand slid down his chest as you rocked back and forth. Your thighs slightly twitching as your eyes threatened to roll back.

"Such a good girl f'me aren't you" He smirked, sliding a hand up overs your stomach. This was something Art tended to do. You knew you were chubbier that other girls you'd seen him with before but he was definitely into it. His smile grew as he slid them further up to grip your breast as he squeezed and toyed with it.

You smirked down at him, leaning forward slightly, pecking his lips as your ass rebounded against his abdomen as you dropped down on him continously as you rode him.

"Good.." You spoke with breathy moans as light whines escaped Art's lips as he stared into your eyes. It was pathetic. He was pathetic. The way his eyes watched you.

His hands dropped from your breasts, gripping onto the plush of your thighs as he whined slightly, spreading his legs below you.

You could feel his hips thrusting up into your for more, as you bit your lip moaning lightly. "Yessss~ fuck. Art- s-so good" You yelped as his hands gripped your waist before flipping you onto your back. The movement shocked you but the second he got his balance he began to piston into you.

You reached back, grabbing the headboard of the bed as you yelped. Whines and moans pouring from your mouth as Art demolished you. His hips slamming into you. His balls slapping into your ass as the bed creaked below the pair of you. One of his hands, gripping at a chunk of your thigh as his thumb caressed against the skin. The other, reaching for one of yours as your fingers interlocked with one another.

You reached forward grabbing his ass harshly with your free hand, as you squeezed it, looking up at him, biting your lip.

His mouth ghosting over yours as he let out soft whines and groans - just like he does in tennis. Fuck do you love the sounds he makes when he's playing fucking tennis...

"Yes- Fuck Art please.. Harder" you groaned, your hand removing from his as they both flew to his back, your nails scratched down it as he pounded harder into you.

His groans got louder and needier, as his hands returned to your chunk sides, his fingers dug harder into your hip. His thrusts became sloppier, you knew he was close.

Art threw your legs over his shoulders as he slammed back into you. A guttural moan yelping from your throat as you shrieked, his pace quickening as you whined. Your nails digging into his shoulder as your back arched down against him as your eyes rolled back as you drew closer to your climax.

He knew you were close abd so was he. He continue to pump into you as fast as he could till you both came undone. Both cumming together, his head hung low as he watched a mixture of your releases create a ring at the bottom of his cock as he thrusted a few more times, dragging the pair of you through the high.

"Fuck-" He groaned as he pulled out, biting his lip as he leaned back on his legs as he stared down at you panting.

You looked at the disheaved boy infront of you, you couldn't help but let out a breathy chuckle as he panted.

"S'good as always" You smiled, sitting up as you pecked his lips.

Art leaned forward, kissing you deeper as his hand snaked around your neck, pulling you closer as he kissed you. You hummed softly, your tongue swiping over his lips as the kiss grew more heated.

Before the pair of you could even consider a second round a loud string of knocks banged against the door.

The two of you pulled away and froze. Your hand pressed against his chest, your other frozen as you stroked his cock. His hands cupping your face as the pair of you just stared at each other.

After a while no knocks were heard so you were going to continue till another string of loud knocks.

"Fuck" You hissed as the pair of you both stood up, grabbing your clothes as you tried to quickly dress.

Your dress nowhere to be seen amongst the large pile of clothes. "Art where the fuck is my dress-" You whispered shouted.

"Shhh!-" He quipped. You grabbed his dress shirt he was wearing off the floor and threw it on over your underwear. He was scrambling around the room looking for his shirt when he looked at you wearing it.

He quickly pulled on his trousers and opened his wardrobe for a tshirt as he stumbled to the door. You stood behind him.

You don't know what you both expected or who you expected to be behind the door. But the colour drained from both of your faces as the door revealed your two friends.

"I texted you Y/N that we were outside 10 minutes ago but I can see you were occupied" Tashi raises her eyebrow, a sickly smirk across her face.

You gulped as you stared at her, smiling awkwardly.

"Tash- did you figure out where Y/N was-" Patrick's voice could be heard down the hall as he gained closer to the door. Stopping behind Tashi as he stared at you and Art. "Fucking knew it" He laughed.

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[resi4skz]

Title: Breakfast & Pancakes

Pairing: Chan x chubbyReader

Words: ~3k+

Warnings: slight nsfw, slight fluff, kitchen s*x

Placing the last plate on the table and arranged the flowers in the vase, I stand back to review my work. Will she like this? Satisfied, I walk into my room when I'm struck by the beauty sleeping on my bed. God, I want to take this picture and forever carve it in my mind. It had been 6 months into our relationship and last night, I made her mine. Officially anyway.

I take a few steps closer and stop just as she turns in her sleep, exposing her pretty face to me. My eyes travel down to her arm and hand. Smiling, I gently grab it and start drawing small circles on the back of her hand. It makes her stir in her sleep but opens her eyes and gives me a sleepy smile. "Morning."

"Morning baby," I say as I lean down, planting a kiss on her forehead. "Sleep well?"

She nods her head, smiling. "Yes."

"Hungry?"

"Starving."

When she's a bit more awake, I lead her to the dining table. She gasps and blinks at me. "Channie, did you make all this?!"

I chuckled, pinching her cheek. "Yes. Now come. Let's eat."

We eat in peace. But mostly, it was me watching her eat as her eyes sparkled when she saw her favorite breakfast. Pancakes. She told me they were the best pancakes she's had. We talked about our work and friends, you know the usual. And when it came to clean up, she stood up with her hand waving at me as if to dismiss it.

"You cooked. I clean."

Fuck.

I'm absolutely entirely and over the mountains and hills full time fucked.

Each day she gives me a reason to fall for her more and more. I sit back and watch her start to wash the dishes while humming a song.

God. If time were to stop now, I wouldn't even complain.

Standing up, I slowly walk over to her till I'm standing behind her. I give her a look from head to toe, stopping at her mid-riff. I inwardly groan as I make my presence known because she freezes mid-wash and stops singing. "Channie?"

I hum in response as I move closer and change the position of her hair, completely moving to the left side. Next, my lips attach to her shoulder then her neck as I feel her shiver. "You know you're mine, right?" I whisper-ask.

She nods, letting out a whimper.

"Use your words, babygirl."

"Yes."

"Good," I lean over her ear. "You're fucking mine."

"Channie, why do you find me attr- ah!" She yelps when I smack her plump ass cheek.

"Baby, you don't know what you do to me. What these," I grab her ass and squeeze. "What these do to me, fuck, you're perfect."

"But I'm fat."

I stop everything and she whimpers at the loss of my touch. But I place my hands on her hips and buck my hips against her ass, letting her feel the evidence. "This, this is your fault. Feel what you do to me. I'll fuck this, YOU, everyday if I have to so you know you're beautiful."

"Channie," she moans.

"I'll remind you every day and night, that you're the only one that makes me crazy for you," I frantically lower her panties and find her ready for me. "Fuck, baby. You're so good to me."

Then she turns the tap off and turns around. I blink down at her as she jumps, my arms going around her curvy thighs and hips curving around her ass. "Chris."

I groan as I clear off the kitchen island before setting her on top of it. I waste no time as I dive right for her lips. Taking off my sweats, I settle between her legs. Fuck, my cock was hard and leaking. I pepper kiss my way down to her chest when I push in making her silently cry out in pleasure.

That day, I showed her just how much she meant to me, how much her curves made me feral. I couldn't get enough. I don't think I will ever get enough of her. Because she's mine.

"You're mine," I whisper, kissing the back of her head before wrapping my arm around her, spooning her from behind under the blankets as we soon fell into a deep slumber.

A/N: a little drabble but i hope it's okay? Lol enjoy ^_^

[mugeesworld]

Cuddly Chubby reader x Strawhat Crew (Platonic)

Haven't wrote something in a WHILEEEEE BABES LIKE DAMN I FEEL LIKE I HAVEN'T PAID MY CHILD SUPPORT OR SOMETHING BUT ANYWAYS WE BACK BITCHES. and I'm feeling wholesome.

Context: Reader is a chubby gal (femreader) and the Strawhat crew being as close as they are with each other show love or friendship in different ways. And for y/n the crews just really likes to cuddle with her in a comforting platonic way. So here are some head cannons that make me smile.

Includes: Luffy, Zoro, Nami, Usopp, Sanji, Robin, Chopper, Franky, Brook, And Jinbei

Not proof read

Luffy

Luffy is definitely the type of person to be very touchy and not realize or understand that some people don't like being hugged. So he will do it to anyone in his reach if he considers them a friend.

Speaking of hugs. Luffy love hugs. Especially hugging you. While you're minding your business on the ship, it doesn't surprise you anymore when you feel really long arms wrap around you.

And though you might not mind the hugs from Luffy. Sometimes he just won't let go. He'll hold on like a leech. Like a kid holding on to their parents leg so they can't walk.

At some point their was definitely a incident where he just didn't want to stop hugging you. So for however long he decided to stay wrapped around you, He was clinged to you like he was in one of those baby carriers. He had to be prided off when you start getting tired of carrying his ass around.

And all while this was happening he's just giggling. Doing this just because you give the best hugs he says.

Also when he gets really tired after running around with Usopp and chopper on the ship (not likely but hey let's go with it) he'll just walk over to where ever you're standing/sitting and lay on you. "Y/n *cough cough* I'm dying help meeeee" and he'll just lay across your legs or something till he catches his breath THEN HE'S UP AGAIN.

I think Luffy would just really dislike the feeling of being cold. So whenever it's cold and y'all are sailing bro does not leave your side at times. When winter comes around all you'll hear is "Y/n I'M COLDDDDDUHHHHH!" The crew tried giving him a bunch of blankets putting him next to fire but he would always complain about the cold unless y/n was there with him.

I feel like he would also just come into your room randomly when he's bored and just lay on you. Full starfish. Covering you completely cause he can't read a room and understand you're busy. So you might be doing something while on your bed and then the door will just open and without a word being said bros laying down. Just chillin.

Zoro

Now we all know zoro loves his naps and will do that crap anywhere. And you just can't stand to see that man rest his head on some hard ass wood floor. It's Makes you cringe. Like that shit gotta be uncomfortable... So one day he was laying next to you and you got tired of seeing that crap. And you don't say anything you just sigh and lift his head up and move your thigh/leg under him. He opens his eyes for a second surprised but he soon goes back sleep. Not saying anything, but is grateful for the pillow.

And from then on y'all never spoke about it. It was just something y'all did. Everytime he would want to take a nap and you were sitting down he would just walk over and lay his head on you. No words exchanged. But he did enjoy it. And he would never admit it but he took really good naps when laying on you. And everytime he would try to sleep on the floor he would struggle to fall asleep cause he was used to you.

And yes he could easily just grab a pillow. But nah... He chooses you.

(This one a bit sad idk how I came up with it honestly)

And this might be stretching but if he ever has a night mare or can't sleep he would come to your room. Opening the door. Looking stressed out or sweating and that's all you needed to know. All that was needed between you two was a nod. And once you did that he would enter and once again fall asleep on you. Even though he usually sleeps for a long time whenever he would sleep in your bed at night he would never be there in the morning. He would always wake up before you. Not because he didn't like you or something but because he wants to respect your space as much as possible. And also I don't think he would want the crew to find out cause they might want to talk about it. But he knows with you, that your want push it and he just enjoys having someone there.

Though one night when he seemed stressed and came in there you said "wanna talk about it? I'll listen."

After being silent for a bit he responds "This is enough. Thank you... Y/n"

And you just hum In response. Zoro might be a man of few words but you knew he needed rest and you understood him and understood he might not want to talk about it but still wants to be comforted.

I might go as far and say you're the only person on the crew that has seen zoro cry cause one night he came into your room with tears running down his face. His eyes wide. Yet his face expressionless. Coming to you cause you're the only person that knew about his nightmares. Immediately understanding he had a really bad nightmare. Saying "I'm sorry dear..." getting up from your bed and giving him a hug which he surprisingly excepted hugging you tightly back and shuttering a bit before you pat his back.

Zoro not really being a fan of physical affection like hugs but in that moment and with you he needed it and was ok with it...

"Come. Rest now" you say before sitting down on your bed again. Him not saying anything only the sound of sniffles before it goes quiet meaning he fell asleep.

Shit I'm going to hell for that one. THAT WAS SAD. THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO WHOLESOME. It just kept coming. My fingers just kept going y'all. I just had to keep adding on huh.

Nami

I just know Nami loves you. You're her best friend. If y'all share a room like her and robin do she definitely shares a bed with you and will ask you to cuddle all the time if not every single night.

I bet she called you cuddle bug at some point 😭

Or will get mad if you don't lay down with her. "Y/N HURRY UP AND COME TO BEDDD I NEED MY BEAUTY SLEEP WOMAN! Are you trying to make me have bags??! So inconsiderate!"

Will always blame her lack of sleep on you.

Ik she stingy with that blanket too. And doesn't want y'all to have separate ones but she will always still yalls "shared" blanket for herself.

Usopp

I don't know if usopp would be someone that's wants to cuddle but I think he would always hug you when y'all greet or say your goodbyes. Also just sometimes in the morning or at night when y'all just wake up/are about to rest.

I also think we would just do it when he's tired. Like he just got done fixing something with the ship and sees you. Giving you a nod before walking over and giving you a tired hug.

Or y'all will just be standing somewhere beside each other and he will throw his arm around you. Swaying a bit.

Sanji

Now it's not like it's a secret everyone on the crew likes your hugs so it's a known thing for them that you will always hug them. And sanji took that crap to his advantage.

Nami and robin never let him hug them cause of his weird ways but he knows you won't turn him down. So everytime you return back to the ship or even just walking into the kitchen for breakfast he can't help but stop whatever he's doing and running towards you with open arms. "Y/n my loveeee! Good morning!" "Y/n! My angel you're back!"

A few times even knocking you back cause he was so excited.

He would never touch you in a weird way though. And the first time he hugged you he asked to and you said he didn't have to ask that it didn't bother you. So he won't ever take that for granted. He might be a perv but he's still a gentleman.

When you return back to the boat after shopping he would always be the first to greet you. Not even waiting for you to get on the ship. He just jumps onto the ground and runs towards you. (Slowing down right before y'all hug so he doesn't hurt you) Offering to carry whatever you’re carrying then talking excitedly about what he had made for her or what he planned to make.

Chopper

Chopper is a lot like luffy. He's very grabby. Except he can't stretch so instead he will either raise his arms up to be picked up or will just climb up you like a mountain.

Sitting on your shoulders as you work. Sometimes sitting in your lap taking a nap as you work.

Chopper would also ask if he can sleep with you sometimes. He didn't really have a excuse. He just liked it. He would try his best to make one up though!

Especially during the winter. It would just be you chopper and luffy sometimes at night cause they are both cold and apparently you ar the only think that helps.

Robin

I don't think robin is big on physical contact but she still finds a sense of comfort being around. Even if it just the two of you reading beside each other, yalls shoulders touching, you resting your head on her leg as she reads to you or maybe the other way around. She enjoyed the small things.

And though they might not be a big deal or very obvious she still likes them and looks forward to yalls reading time.

Franky

Now I just know Franky likes to cuddle. Can't tell me different. Physical contact and spending time together is his love language

He loves when you ask him about something he's working on in his shop cause he will happily sit down in his rolling chair and let you sit on his lap and he explains everything.

Also Franky just really likes carrying people. He likes being helpful. So he will always offer to carry you. And if you say yes he would carry you in one arm/hand or let you sit on his shoulder.

I think he would just want to hug you like a teddy bear. Franky is a older man so if you joined the crew in your teens or as a early adult I bet he would start calling you bear, little bear, T bear. I think he would have a few silly pet name he called the crew at times.

Very fatherly vide to Franky. He gives off Major barbecue dad vibes.

Also he is mostly metal so I know he gets cold easily.

Brook

Brook would feel really awkward about hugging you are first I think. Not only cause you're a pretty girl but because well.... Their's not much for you to hug

So he might say "But I'm all bone! Yohohoh" when you offer him a hug. But you just laugh and shake your head at him. Giving him a hug which he really likes to his surprise.

He was scared that it wouldn't be the same as when he had mest on his bones but to his surprise it did for some reason. Which he found really comforting.

And though people might not like to hug him cause he's all bones he knows you will. And eventually he was the one that started hugging you instead of you hugging him.

Jinbei

Id sell my soul for jinbei to give me a hug bro. Like I just know he gives hugs like those plus size southern old women. (Iykyk) imagine him with a southern accent in like a woman voice saying "Come here baby" 😭😭😭 HELP "give me some sugar"

So let's turn the tables instead of jinbei wanting to hug you. YOU go to him. You wrap your arms around him the best you can and he tries to hug you back but he might just pat your head or put his hand on your back.

He won't turn you down. I think everyone on the crew also likes hugging him like they like hugging you. So I'm sure he is used to people jumping on him.

[haikyu-mp4]

Beach, please

word count; 634 – f!ChubbyReader, this is for @ennoshitas-princess for @cottonlemonade's summer event, fluffy beach day with husband Ennoshita

Going to the beach could be a tiring ordeal, but you haven’t known the trials of a beach day since back when you and your husband were just boyfriend and girlfriend. That’s because Ennoshita always came prepared.

You looked around in your cute bikini, one hand holding the brim of your sunhat while the other held the beach bag off the sand.

Meanwhile, Ennoshita efficiently put up the dedicated parasol and then rolled out the blanket, pinning each corner down. Not a trace of sand spilling on top of it. He got up for a second to admire his work before coming over, kissing your cheek and taking the bag, moving on to taking out the snacks and little cooling bag. “There you go, love.”

It was all so perfect, nothing could ruin a beach day with your husband.

Except maybe his high school friends.

You both sat down, double-checking your sunscreen layers before laying back, your head resting in his lap while he leaned on his elbows and observed passer-byers.

“What a great spot!”

“Ennoshita always gets the best spot.”

“What snacks did you get?”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you lifted your head, looking to the side where Nishinoya, Tanaka, Narita and Kinoshita had put another blanket overlapping yours, dragging some sand over in the process. “Why are you guys here?” Ennoshita yelled, making them all turn to him in surprise.

“You said today was beach day,” Nishinoya said as if it was obvious from there.

“Yes, with my wife.” His words were just sharp enough for you to sit up, sighing and handing him a water bottle to cool off.

“That’s okay, we can all have a relaxing day at the beach together!” you said positively. However, there was no mistaking the look in Ennoshita’s eyes. He did not agree.

And he was right.

Ennoshita tried to focus on you, he really did. At first, he was relieved someone could watch your stuff while the two of you took a long dip in the ocean, and Ennoshita couldn’t have been happier than watching you enjoy the beach even though you were wearing little to nothing. He had been there with you through learning to love yourself and loved you every step of the way.

“You’re so gorgeous, your husband is very lucky,” he cooed, sneaking his hands around you so you’d come close enough for a kiss.

“I’m the lucky one, he’s just a hopeless romantic.”

It almost made him forget about his friends until you returned to your spot and saw they had eaten up all your snacks.

Later, there was the terrifying exclamation Hey, I brought a volleyball! Even though playing got them to move away, Nishinoya had dived into the sand so much that when he came back asking for a water bottle, he carelessly dripped sand all over the two of you. Ennoshita wouldn’t have minded it so much if he didn’t know you hated having sand stuck everywhere if you could avoid it.

Finally, he had enough when the lot of them begged him to join their rally, even though they should have been perfectly fine with a two on two. You watched with pursed lips as it finally boiled over.

“Can you guys leave us alone?!” The ball dropped onto the sand with a soft sound and they were all blinking at him like sheep. “I am trying to enjoy the day with my beautiful wife before our joint vacation ends, and you guys were not part of that plan!”

One by one they pouted, kicking the sand like little boys and murmuring apologies under their breaths. “Sorry, Chikara. Sorry, Mrs. Ennoshita.”

“Don’t worry,” you assured them, laying a chubby hand on your husband’s shoulder and tilting your head cutely. “I’m having a very nice day.”

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POPE OH MY SHAYLAAAAAA

- sunflower anon

YEAH WHEN I FINISH THIS SELF INDULGENT THING ILL NEVER POST THAT I STARTED LAST NIGHT ILL BE BACK TO POPE I ALREADY HAVE AN IDEA

[freaknloser]

Buff!Male x Chubby!FemaleReader Part 4

⚠ Content Warning: Adult language, minor sexual content, fluff, slow burn, potential angst? Context: Brunch with your bestie who needs to hear about every single breath, glance, and touch that happened on your date. Later that night, a phone call starts cutely but leads to a bit of confusion and panic. Are you overthinking or did it mean something? Word count: 3.494   │ part 1 │ part 2 │ part 3 │ part 4 │ part 5 │ part 6 (WIP) │ follow for more! │

Hey, shortcake! ヾ(≧▽≦)ゝ The weather seems to have calmed, so I was able to actually finish this part and start on the next... And, boy, it's coming along nicely. Anywho, I won't ramble too much. I hope your day is as wonderful as you are! ♡

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It seemed your departure from the diner was far from the end of your conversation with Daniel. After your shower, the screen of your phone was the only thing illuminating your room; your head was sunk into the plush pillow on your bed and a smile was glued to your lips. His replied followed just as quickly as yours, seeming to be just as committed to ignoring the call of slumber to enjoy the silly discussions as you were.

Still, your eyelids grew heavier, your vision blurred from the tears filling your eyes with every yawn that punched its way from your throat. He had called you out for being sleepy, said your messages were starting to become shorter. Even though you protested, moments later your eyes were closed, soft snores coming from parted lips, but still holding the phone loosely in your hand.

The following morning, light filtered through the blinds of your bedroom, slowly illuminating the room with a warm glow. You grumbled as you tugged the blanket up to your forehead and rolled over, trying to cling onto slumber as long as possible. However, it seemed the universe—more specifically the fiery redhead you called your best friend—had other plans.

A fist connected with the wooden front door, banging echoing through your apartment like gunshots. You jerked up from the pillow, blinking as you tried to register if that was a dream or if you really heard it. Then it happened again, louder, more demanding.

With your hair jutting from your head in multiple directions, you threw the blanket off you and jumped from the bed, almost toppling to the floor in your panicked state. Your bare feet thudded against the vinyl flooring as you swiftly darted towards the front door. You leaned against the door, hands pushed against the wood as you peeked out the peephole.

Amanda stood in the dark, dank hallway outside your door, the displeasure clear on her face as she raised her fist and pounded against the wood so hard you felt the vibrations in your palms. You slung the door open just as her hand drew back to strike the wood.

“Y/N!” She grinned widely, pushing passed you to step into your apartment without an invitation. She turned to face you, her eyes dragging up and down as she took in your frazzled appearance with her head tilted.

“Were you in bed? Oops, did I wake you up?”

A yawn threatened your eyes with tears as you closed the door with a soft click. “You did.”

“Too bad,” she said with a smirk as she turned and tossed her purse on the nearly broken brown canvas couch. “I want food and you have to tell me about your date.”

You stopped a foot, the thump echoing through the small living room. “But I’m sleepy,” you whined.

It seemed your protests fell on deaf ears as Amanda was already making her way to your bedroom. As much as you wanted to sleep, you knew there was wiggling out of this; so now it was just about beating her to your closet before she tried to make you wear something that was too tight or too revealing for brunch.

A simplified morning routine with Amanda rushing followed; and before long, you were sitting outside a your frequented spot for brunch together. A breeze filtered through the open patio, carrying the sweet scent of the nearby flower shop within it. Amanda sat across from you, silently examining you with a critical eye over the rim of her glass as she took a slow gulp of her mimosa.

Conversations blurred together in the background, accompanied with the occasional small clinks of silverware and glasses. Plus the occasional shrill caw of that damned bird that always eyed your fries when you came here.

You sipped from your own drink, mirroring her mannerisms before speaking again. “Okay,” you sighed, sitting your own glass down, your eyes never leaving her green ones.

“I know you’re dying for details, but remember what I’ve said. We’re in public, so kee—”

Before you could even finish the word, let alone the sentence, she was cutting you off to ask said question.

“Did you fuck him?”

It was unreasonably loud, obnoxious even. Yet she was completely unbothered by her crude words or the fact the man who sat two tables from the two of you wore all black aside from the white band threading through the stiff collar of his top.

“Jesus, Amanda,” you muttered, glancing around at the nearby patrons; stilling momentarily on the pastor with a red face and refused to look in your direction.

Her glass clinked against the table, eyes never leaving yours. She arched an eyebrow at you, not understanding why your cheeks were turning pink.

“What?”

“You don’t have to be so loud. This is why I said we could have food delivered to my place... And for your information, I—”

Amanda grinned widely as you started your speech, thinking she just got her answer. She leaned over the table, immediately starting in on her rapid fire questioning, overpowering your words with hers once more.

“Oh my god, you did! You slut!” Her hands clapped to her cheeks, her face lighting up with the promise of steamy details. “Tell me, tell me! Was it good?”

Your nose scrunched slightly as your lips tugged into a frown. You stayed silent, simply staring at Amanda, who appeared as she was seemingly about to explode with excitement. She subtly wiggled in her seat, pushing the half-eaten omelet to the edge of the table so she could prop her elbows on the metal surface.

“Hmm… He’s so tall, I bet it’s huge,” she mused as she waggled her brows. “Spill the tea! I need to hear everything!”

When you kept the same blank face and didn’t answer, she groaned. Her palms came down against the tabletop with a loud SLAP. A startled gasp rang from a nearby table followed by daggers being shot into the back of your head.

“Ugh! Y/N, you’re killing me!”

You fold your arms over your chest, letting the silence stretch between you for several moments. Finally, as if you had been waiting for a child to stop throwing a temper tantrum, you spoke calmly.

“… Can I talk now?”

Amanda was always like this: she had to know every detail about everything. Not that it was used maliciously, she was just the nosiest person you had ever met.

She threw her hands up, nodding her head so frantically that her ponytail bounced over her shoulder. Her index and thumb came to her lips, locking them closed with a metaphorical key before tossing it over her shoulder, then she grinned meekly at you.

You force the corners of her mouth to stay in a frown, even as they try to curl upwards. While she had a flair for the dramatics, she was the most loyal person you had ever had by your side. Also, the faces she made were always hilarious.

“Alright, but if you interrupt me again, I’m keeping any and all future events to myself.” Your eyes narrow at her in warning.

She nodded her acceptance of your terms, scooting her chair around to the side of the table to be closer. “Whatever, just tell me!”

So, you did. You told her that he made you laugh so hard the muscles in your sides ached worse than when you hit the gym. The pet name he casually used for you, how he looked at you as if you were the only person in the whole world. As you continued with the innocent details of your date, she was looking at you with sparkling eyes and a small smile.

“You like him.”

“Duh,” you jeered with an eyeroll. Then your face turned solemn as you continued, “but it’s stupid, right? I barely know him… I don’t even know what he does for a living.”

Amanda leaned back in her chair, the metal legs scraping against the stone under foot. Her hand waved through the air dismissively, nose somewhat upturned and eyes nearly closed.

“That’s part of the boring stuff, anyway. There’s plenty of time to learn about him,” she retorted before meeting your eyes once more. “What’s really important is how he makes you feel.”

Your index finger absentmindedly stroked your the rim of your glass as your eyes flicked between hers, your nail catching on a small imperfection in the crystal.

That was a loaded question, wasn’t it? It was partially thrilling, the same feeling you get when you’re on a rollercoaster and your stomach does that flip as the carts stills just before dropping you multiple stories. On the other hand, it was also absolutely terrifying; an unknown with so many possible outcomes—many of which ending in pain.

Following brunch, Amanda drove you home, starting yet another spiel about the same co-worker from the night before now that she heard everything about your date. You gave her a knowing look, a smirk tugging at your lips.

It was your turn to tease her, using some of her own words against her before adding that she seems to be too obsessed to hate him. She retaliated, you pushed back with a giggle.

Once you got back to the apartment complex, she did everything but shove you out the door.

“Get out, traitor.”

“Traitor?”

She scowled at you, her lips drawn into a tight line as her eyes hurled knives at you. “Yes. Traitor,” she accentuated the word, drawing out the syllables to twist an imaginary blades in your gut.

But you just blinked before deadpanning your follow up, “How so?”

She gawked at you, her mouth opening and closing, appearing as a fish out of water. “Wut-are you-wah,” she stuttered, unbelieving of the audacity of your question. Finally, her brows pinched together as a frown pulled her mouth closed.

“I’m not obsessed,” she gritted before turning her actively flushing face towards the windshield. “He just makes me so mad.”

You smirked, raising your eyebrows. “Mhm, sure.”

“Out.”

Your laugh filled the cab before you reached over and patted her shoulder. “Don’t be a brat.”

She huffed before grumbling something under her breath about you being rude. You half-heartedly apologized then she didn’t look at you as if she wanted to strangle you, a small improvement but one you would take. A while later, you were walking to the foyer of your building while she was pulling away.

The rest of your day tried to fall into the same dull routine as before. You changed clothes and went to your boring retail job; but there was something different now: Daniel. A co-worker mentioned Hawaii and your face split into a grin while you thought about how hard you’d laughed alone in your room when he confessed that he still occasionally slipped and called it ‘specific ocean’.

The blue sky above you on your walk home, the musk of an almost familiar cologne belonging to a faceless stranger on the sidewalk: everything made him jump to the foreground of your mind.

If it were to continue, if you were going to allow yourself to feel this, you had to get to know him better. So far, all you knew was he lived alone, drove an expensive car, and that he would gladly do anything to pull a laugh from you.

That just wasn’t enough, was it?

You blankly stared at your laptop, the cursor blinking on the screen, impatiently waiting for you to continue the email you didn’t know how to reply to. The once steaming coffee now sat cold and forgotten to the side as you reread the email you had been trying to write for the last 10 minutes. Your phone buzzed, skittering across the wooden desk to grab your attention. ‘hey i kno weve been txtin all day but can i call u?’ ‘just wanna hear ur voice’

That was how your laptop ended up abandoned on the desk while you meandered through your apartment, phone held firmly against your ear, sweetly saying your hello.

“Hey,” his voice came through the receiver. Deep, warm, something you didn’t realized you were missing until you heard it again. “I hope it’s okay I asked to call you.”

“Yeah, sure,” you replied, the grin already plastered on your face. “Did you have a good day?”

“Long, but better now.” You could practically hear the smile in his words. “How was your day, sweetness?”

“Mine was long, too, but not bad.” You kept idly wondering in and out of every room, eyes fixed on nothing. Your fingers dragging across the soft throw blanket draped across the back of the couch as you walked through the living room. “Just boring.”

“Boring? Maybe I could fix that. What are you doing now?”

Your ears picked up on the subtle sound of fabric rustling in the background. Was he undressing? The sound of a zipper confirmed as your mind wandered to what what he may look like under the long sleeved dress shirt or loose fitting t-shirt you've seen him in. Abs or a soft layer of fat? Did he that deliciously carved V that dipped below his waistband?

“… Nothing,” you choked out.

“I was thinking about taking a walk.” He paused, falling so quiet that you pulled your phone away from your ear to check to be sure you didn’t get disconnected.

“I know it’s tradition to wait to ask you out; adding tension or something dumb like that,” he continued, his voice dropping to a murmur, “but honestly? I just want to see you again.”

Your phone left your ear as you silently screamed, padding in place.

“Y/N?”

Daniel’s voice ringing through the speaker made you realize you hadn’t replied.

“Oh!” The screen came back to your ear so quickly that it made a little slap sound against your plump cheek. “Um, I’m not really dressed to go out.”

“I don’t expect you to be dressed up for a walk in the park… But, it’s okay if you don’t want to.”

The way he said it wasn’t exactly disappointed, but something similar. Yearning, perhaps?

“Can I take you out tomorrow? Or the next night if you’re busy?” His tone never wavered as he tried again and again. Fully uncaring if you declined, and already formulating another plan in case you did. “Or you can just tell me a place, day, and time. I’ll be there.”

You laughed at his eagerness, even as the butterflies flapped wildly in your stomach. “I mean, I didn’t say no—”

“You didn’t?”

“Let me talk,” you quickly retorted, holding a finger in the air as to somehow hush him through the space separating you. And he did, clamping his mouth closed so suddenly you could hear the soft, wet pop of his lips.

“I’m already dressed for bed. But I am free tomorrow night, I guess.” You tried to sound casual, but the eagerness slipped into your voice.

“Tomorrow,” he echoed as a breath. You could hear shuffling before the clear sounds of papers rustling and a pen scratching.

“I’ll take it. Can I pick you up?”

Your cheeks ached all over again, an unguarded toothy grin holding the corners of your mouth upwards. “Maybe. What were you thinking?”

“Dinner,” he quickly responded, as if he had been planning it out. Probably because he had.

“I want to take you somewhere nice. Better than a diner with a waitress that smells like she smokes a pack of cigarettes an hour, at least. Then maybe a walk after if my luck continues.”

Before your brain—which was currently short-circuiting—could string words together to form a sentence, he was talking again.

“Wear something nice.” You could almost hear his brain click on before he quickly added, “I mean, you always look perfect, it’s just a nice place.”

The way he emphasized it made your heart still, your brows start to pinch together.

“I hope it isn’t too nice. I don’t…” You paused, not wanting to disclose your current financial struggle, even if the space around you made it obvious. “Hm… I don’t see the point of spending a lot of money on food.”

“I do,” he retorted. A warm chuckle filled your ear, sweet like honey and just as thick with amusement. “Just let me take you out. Don’t worry about anything. Please?”

Your eyes fixed on the lavender wallpaper peeling away from the corner of your kitchen as you thought, or pretended to at least. Then your ear picked up another voice: a man in the background, with a rough voice that was closer to a growl, spoke incoherently.

“Sorry, shortcake,” he murmured sweetly. “Give me just a second, okay?”

After you muttered your agreement, you heard the shuffle of his phone sitting on a surface, then the soft taps of footsteps. Three. Slow and calculated.

Tap… Tap… Tap…

Then he spoke, his voice a complete contrast to how he had just been speaking to you. Instead of warm and welcoming, it was darker. Firm, commanding, bordering on angry.

While you couldn’t understand everything, you got the jist of the one-sided conversation. Daniel frustratedly called something ‘uncalled for’ and ‘ridiculous’ before demanding the situation be rectified immediately. That was followed by muttered words you couldn’t hear, no matter how hard you pressed the phone against your ears or how tightly you closed your eyes.

Then you could hear footsteps once more, a door clicking closed, the rustling of his phone coming back to his ear. You snapped upright quickly as if he could somehow see you eavesdropping, appearing as a child who was caught with an ear pressed against a door to hear secrets.

“You still there, sweetness?” His tone was back to usual, calm and smooth as silk.

“I am,” you said flatly, blinking into your dark kitchen.

“I’m sorry, but I have some things I have to take care of. And I’m sure you’re about ready for bed. I know it’s late.”

Your eyes squinted at the soft green glow of the clock on the back of your stove. 9:45? How did it suddenly get so late? Didn’t you just got on the phone? A glance of the screen dismissed that thought as you seen you had been on the phone for nearly an hour.

“Oh, yeah. I should probably be getting to bed.”

You tried not to sound rattled by how his tone had changed so dramatically when he was talking to someone else. And who was he speaking to?

“Mhm, you should... But you need to answer my question first.”

You blinked, then arched one eyebrow. “Question?”

“Yes. Can I pick you up tomorrow?”

You tapped a finger against your bare thigh as your face twisted into a sceptical frown. “How about I meet you?”

Silence; you couldn’t even hear him breathe.

“I wanted to surprise you,” he whispered, small and vulnerable, sounding like a puppy being scolded. He cleared his throat before continuing with his usual tone. “But I understand. I’ll text you the address.”

With him leading the way, you said your goodbyes. You stared at your lock screen—even after it had turned black and reflected your frown back at you—as you tried to piece together why his tone changed so dramatically when he spoke to the other man. And who was the other man?

Your eyes barely moved as the screen lit up to show a new text from Daniel. You stood frozen for a few moments, like a deer caught in headlights.

Then you were padding to your bedroom, already calling Andrea to get her to talk some sense into you. The line trilled. Once, then twice. Once more. Then silence, fabric rustling, and finally, a groggy hello came through the speaker.

“Amanda, talk me down,” you spit frantically as you climbed onto your mattress.

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

“I was on the phone with Daniel,” you started, the words pouring out of you so quickly they almost blurred together, “and somebody in the background said something and he started acting really weird. His voice changed, he sounded like someone else or something and he sounded intimidating and unlike any—”

“Girl, slow down!”

Amanda somehow ended up being the voice of reason, stopping your downward spiral in its place.

“What happened? And talk slower. You did just wake me up.”

With that, you fell into a spill about how his tone darkened, how he sounded angry and tyrannical. Then how it was suddenly over as soon as he was speaking to you again, like nothing had happened.

“So?”

“‘So’? Are you fucking with me?!” You pinched your bridge, letting out a long breath through pursed lips.

“Amanda, who the fuck am I going out with tomorrow?”

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why is it that when im chubby i can't find chubby reader fanfics but when im skinny suddenly all the interesting things are !chubbyreader