#curvesandkissescollab💋

[ceo-of-daichi]

Curves and Kisses | Open Collab

Status | Closed

What is the Curves and Kisses Collab?

This is an open sfw/nsfw collab focusing on Chubby/Plus-Sized readers!!

This collab is open to both writers and artists alike!! Trying to spread the love for the bigger queens/kings out there<3

Dark content creators are more than welcome as long as you use warnings and follow the rules!!

Fandoms | Haikyuu, Attack on Titan and Marvel (if you want to write for a separate fandom just ask!!)

Rules

This is an 18+ collab, if you don’t have an age on your blog please don’t ask to join

All characters must be written as 18+, no p*dophilia please.

This is meant to be celebrating chubby/plus-sized readers, so please no fatshaming!! We want to be celebrating everyones body, positivity please!

Hard kinks and other dark themes are welcome!

When’s this due?

You can join this collab up until the 20th of August!

All works should be posted before the 20th September! (If you can’t make that date just drop me a dm)

Tag me in your posts so I can add the link to the masterlist and make it clear somewhere that its for this collab!

Make sure you tag your post with ‘#curvesandkissescollab💋’

500 words minimum for writing (can be hc’s, drabbles, full fics etc), also can we use ‘read more’ please!!

How to Join?

Send me an ask/dm saying you would like to join the ‘curves and kisses’ collab, along with the fandom, character and a general description of the fic theme!

E.g. ‘Hey, i’d like to join the curves and kisses collab, writing for Daichi from Haikyuu, flower shop au’

Also, if you would like to drop the collab at any point please just let me know!! This is for everyones enjoyment, don’t feel pressured to carry on :)

If you have any questions please just send me an ask!!

Masterlist

Haikyuu

@ceo-of-daichi | Mafia-Boss!Daichi x Plus-Sized!Reader

✖️Fondness of Fondue (Bokuto x Reader) | @harley-michaels

@omiishii | Sakusa, Love at First Sight

@fushiguro-kyuuun | Ushijima, Soulmate AU

✖️Bokuto, Kissing in the Rain (Art) | @kristiane-ash

✖️First Dance (Iwaizumi x Reader) | @vs-redemption

✖️Friday Night Out (Aone x Reader) | @honeypirate

@bakubros-boo-thang | Ukai, Barista Shop AU

✖️ Adore (Yandere!Yamaguchi x Reader) | @yanderecrazysie

@tsumuluver | Miya Atsumu, Band AU

✖️Miya Osamu (Art) | @vanilleswtmacaron

@tinywooniverse | Akaashi, College AU

@undersero | Kita Shinsuke, Slice of Life

✖️Zoom Calls (Kuroo x Reader) | @obitobrigade

@valravna | Tanaka, ???

[vs-redemption]

This piece was written for the curves and kisses collab hosted by @ceo-of-daichi! Please check out the MASTERLIST to support all the other content creators that participated in the event. Please also check the warnings for each piece before you read. There might be content on the masterlist that is unfit for some readers.

First Dance Victorian/Historical AU (Hajime Iwaizumi x Plus-sized!Fem!Reader)

Word Count: 2.1K Warnings: a little bit of negative body image in the beginning

Most aristocratic girls relished the very moment they turned eighteen. It was supposed to be a magical time when all of the grueling dance lessons and tedious etiquette training they’d endured since childhood finally came to fruition. After all, being eighteen meant finally making your debut into society and attending your first ball. The importance of these parties could not be understated because it was at these events that ladies of high society would have the chance to meet potential suitors, fall in love, and hopefully secure a proposal from an exceptional husband. For you, however, the celebration of your eighteenth birthday had instead instilled upon you a sense of dread.

“Stop fidgeting!” Your mother reprimands you as you wait outside a large set of intricately designed mahogany doors that led into the ballroom belonging to the family hosting tonight’s debutante ball. Apparently the family’s only son had also reached the age of maturity that year and was looking for a suitable young lady to make his wife.

“The Iwaizumi family is very respectable with a substantial income that would allow you to live very comfortably,” your mother had told you as you’d gone dress shopping in preparation for the ball. “It’s rumored that their son is well bred and quite handsome, so you must look your best and remember to put your best foot forward.”

The whole ordeal had sounded like a nightmare to you as you stared into the mirror at your own reflection, knowing that no matter how many alterations were made by the seamstress, a beautiful dress would not give you even a fraction of the confidence you’d need to walk into the ballroom with your head held high. You just weren’t built like the other girls with their slender arms and narrow waists. You’d accepted and come to terms with that fact long ago. Perhaps you would be able to find a decent husband eventually, but surely a young, rich, handsome bachelor wouldn’t spare you a second glance when there were bound to be plenty of other options available to him.

These thoughts remained at the forefront of your mind, even as your name was called to enter the ballroom. You tugged up your elbow length gloves and adjusted your skirt, hoping by some chance that you could find some comfort in your own skin at the last minute. After a stern glare from your father though, you accepted your fate and stepped forward to be greeted by the hosting family. Your parents exchange pleasantries with the couple waiting just inside while your focus shifts to the son standing beside them.

For a moment, you forget your shyness as your gaze meets with a set of kind hazel eyes belonging to one of the most handsome faces you’d ever seen. He was attractive in all the ways you’d expect from a dashing prince from a fairytale. He had short, dark hair and a strong jaw. Plus he was tall, but not so much that he towered over you. It was apparent as well that he spent a fair amount of time outdoors from his tanned skin and more muscular build. He was absolutely perfect.

“I don’t believe we’ve met before.” Your name glides off his tongue in a smooth tone, and the corner of his mouth twitches into a boyish grin as he takes your hand into his and places a soft kiss to the top of your fingers. Heat floods your cheeks but you somehow remember to bow your head and curtsey.

“It’s a pleasure sir,” you say with as much confidence as you can.

“The pleasure is mine,” he replies quickly, “And please, call me Hajime.”

“Oh!” Inexplicably, a blush takes over your face a second time. “Right! Hajime.” For a pause, a silence falls over the both of you, and it almost seems as if a light dusting of pink appears over his cheeks and nose as well.

“Come along now, we mustn’t hold up the line.” Your father’s voice cuts through the moment and suddenly you’re being ushered away from the doorway and farther into the ballroom where dozens of families are already making their way around the room to socialize. You blink in surprise and glance over your shoulder only to find yourself making eye contact with Hajime one more time. He smiles and nods before turning to greet his next guest.

Your parents continue to drag you around the room to say hello to friends and introduce you to the other young adults your age. Hajime, after all, was not the only single man in attendance looking for a wife. Once you’d made your rounds and found a place to rest for a minute, you deemed that everyone else seemed pleasant enough, but it was Hajime alone who had made you forget your insecurities completely. Your mother hadn’t been kidding when she’d called him ‘well bred.’ His manners were so impeccable that there had not been even a shadow of judgement in his eyes when he’d looked at you. In fact, the way he’d insisted you use his first name and how he’d continued to watch you after you’d walked away suggested his behavior was not simply just politeness, but actual genuine kindness.

After the last of the guests trickled through the door, the soft background music that you’d hardly noticed before changed into a more lively tune that was more appropriate for dancing. A few eager couples took to the dance floor right away, setting the example for the younger gentleman to start walking around the room to find their own partners. Soon enough, the whole ballroom seemed to come alive with swirling skirts, practiced steps, secret smiles, and cheeks rosey with happiness. The mood was jovial and you almost miss the fact that your worst fear is currently playing out. With a weary glance around, you notice you’re one of the girls who had not been asked to dance.

“Not to worry, dear. It’s only the first song.” Your mother attempts to cheer you up, but it is clear she’s trying to convince herself just as much as she is you. With one big deep breath, you push back your disappointment and shake your head. It was fine if you weren’t picked first today. Actually, it would be fine if you weren’t picked at all. Now that you had entered society as an adult, you would have more opportunities to meet and socialize with others. In more intimate settings, you’d be able to show off your other skills such as your singing, poetry, or sense of humor. Like most girls, you were equipped with a whole arsenal of talents that would help you appear more eye-catching and impressive.

“Excuse me.”

You blink in surprise when Hajime suddenly appears in front of you, his face flushed red though no less handsome than when you’d met him at the doorway. His eyes flit between your parents before settling back on you. Your breath catches in your throat when he bows slightly and offers his hand to you.

“Would you like to dance?”

Once again, it feels as if time had come to a standstill for a few brief seconds as you wrap your mind around the fact that this was really happening. You feel a slight nudge from your mother which prompts you to nod your head and take Hajime’s hand. Butterflies erupt in your tummy at the contact and it feels like slow motion as he links his arm with yours and leads you towards the dance floor. Little did you know, he was experiencing the same sensation of butterflies as you.

“I can’t believe I was able to ask you first,” the words slip from Hajime’s mouth in a whisper before he can stop them and he glances over at you quickly, feeling heat rush to his cheeks when he realizes you’d heard him.

“What do you mean?” You ask him breathlessly after finding a place to stand among the other dancers. Hajime moves to stand in front of you, trying to look more confident than he felt while taking one of your hands into his own. He’d never been allowed to be this close to a girl before, and while the opportunity to finally do so was exciting, it also made him a tad nervous. He takes a second to shake off the jitters before resting his other hand on the plush of your waist, smiling at the softness of you under his touch.

“I knew I had to dance with you as soon as we met earlier,” he feels the blush on his cheeks deepen as he recalls how quickly you’d earned his attention when walking into the ballroom. He’d instantly become enamored by the cuteness of your round cheeks and shy smile. The way your dress had accentuated your curves had also made his heart gallop in his chest. “Unfortunately, when the music started I got pulled into a conversation by another guest. I thought for sure someone else would’ve gotten to you by the time I managed to politely excuse myself, but it seems I got lucky.”

“Surely there was no need to rush,” you tell him as he leads you smoothly through the steps of the song. “The party has only just begun.You could’ve danced with me anytime.” Hajime flashes that boyish grin at you again with a playfulness in his eyes.

“My dance instructor told me that dancing often leads to falling in love,” he teases. “That’s why I knew I had to dance with you first and leave a strong impression.” The blush he elicits from you makes him want to reach out and brush his fingers against your cheek, but he knows the drama he’d create if anyone caught him doing something that bold. Every parent in the room had their eyes glued to the dance floor, watching for hints of romance or inappropriate behavior. Either one would have rumors spreading like wildfire and he would never forgive himself if he somehow brought embarrassment down upon you.

“I still don’t understand,” you say softly, but the hopeful look in your eyes told Hajime that you probably did.

“I think you’re beautiful.” Once again, words slip from his lips without permission and it very quickly flusters the both of you. Hajime almost stumbles on the next step as he tries to apologize. “Sorry,” the red on his face had spread to his ears now. “It’s just… I believe I’d be interested in getting to know you better if that’s acceptable to you.”

“It’s more than acceptable,” he feels your hand squeeze onto his and responds by rubbing his thumb over your knuckles, wondering how soft your skin would be if it weren’t for the fabric of your gloves as a barrier. “Actually, I dare say I feel the exact same way.”

“That makes me extremely happy,” he replies with that handsome smile on his face once again. All too soon, the first song of the evening comes to an end, and Hajime escorts you back over to your parents before giving another bow.

“Thank you for the dance,” he tells you, eyes lingering on yours with a fondness you never would’ve expected just a few minutes before. “I hope you’ll save at least one more for me before the night is over.”

“I don’t think that sounds like too much to ask,” you agree with a teasing lilt in your voice that showed a new, more confident side of yourself. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“As am I,” he grins back, forgetting himself for just a moment as he takes your hand and presses a gentle kiss to it for the second time that day. He straightens back up and gives a polite nod to your parents before heading off to find his next partner. As much as you wanted to spend more time with him, it was considered rude to show preference by dancing with one person twice in a row.

The rest of the ball seemed to fly by in a whirlwind of music, dancing and excitement. You even managed to receive a handful of other invitations to dance with gentlemen throughout the night, all of whom you could admit were lovely and polite but just not as special as Hajime seemed to be. He was the only one who made you feel like a princess as you fell into step with the music. The chemistry between you did not go unnoticed either, and by the time your parents decided it was time to call it a night, they’d already arranged a day to have the Iwaizumi family over for dinner. A warm happiness enveloped you as you prepared for bed that night, already looking forward to seeing Hajime again and thinking that maybe turning eighteen hadn’t been such a horrible thing after all.

[honeypirate]

Title: Friday Night Out

Pairing : post time skip Aone x chubby female reader (age like 24/25) with appearances by Koganegawa because why not

Warnings: very suggestive!! Aone and reader both think the other is attractive. Flirting. They’re at a bar so they’re drinking but not drunk. A little language. Talks about gross dating app guys just barely.

Summary: on a regular Friday night out with her friends, (who I’ve left vague as hell because I didn’t want to write them sorry) reader ditches them to talk to Aone instead

for @ceo-of-daichi curves and kisses collab!

Aone’s cheeks reddened as Koganegawa made another joke just a little too loudly

“Man you really can’t keep your eyes off her huh?!” He laughed and Aone rolled his eyes as he took another drink of his beer

Of course he couldn’t take his eyes off you. From the way you did your hair to the way your dress hugged your perfect curves, he felt like a lowly peasant in a palace of a god just being in the same establishment as you.

Aone thought you looked radiant, his heart surrounded with joy when your sweet laugh would reach his ears from a few tables over.

He couldn’t help the way his eyes kept flitting back to look at you, he thought you really didn’t look like you belonged sitting on a grimy bar chair, rather, with angels or royalty. Up in your palace with the other gods and goddesses. He blames the beer for the way his mind wanders to how he would worship a goddess like you if given the chance.

He felt his mouth go dry when you would change which leg was crossed, the hem of your dress sliding up more and more, showing a larger section of your soft plush thighs.

He definitely blames the beer for the way his mind keeps wandering back to them, wanting to bite them and leave his marks; he quickly added those to his list of ways he’d worship you.

You laughed again, his eyes scanning back across the bar to your table trying to be smooth about it but he froze the moment your eyes met.

Your mouth, still grinning with the aftershock of your laughter, turned into a flirty little smirk as you waved your fingers at him.

He choked on his spit and Koganegawa laughed “Don't choke man, At least not yet!”

You felt a bit concerned when the man started to choke, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as his friend laughed at his expense, reaching out to pat his back in a less than helpful way.

After noticing him looking over at you a few times and with a little liquid courage you wanted to flirt a bit, not accidentally kill him! But the embarrassed blush creeping further across his cheeks and up to his ears was undoubtedly attractive, sending your heartbeat into overtime.

Even though he was sitting you could tell he was tall by how long his legs were, reaching the ground even though he was sitting on the tall barstool, his long thighs looked thick in his blue jeans. He had broad shoulders and thick forearms, large hands that gripped the handle of his mug of beer that made you wish to be that beer with his hands on you instead.

When you made eye contact and got a good look at his face, you couldn’t believe how handsome that man was. From his white hair to his stoic expression, way his jaw flexed when he swallowed, and the way his shoulders looked as the back of his white Henley shirt stretched across their expanse; this was a man you wanted to get to know better.

Your friend was droning on, something about their mother but you checked out the moment you saw the big guy blush, your mind wandering down a more entertaining path. Your legs straddling his shirtless back as you knead out any knots he might get doing who knows what at either his job or gym. Listening to the rumbling moans and feeling them vibrate into your thighs when you hit a particular pleasurable spot.

“We should head to that new bar downtown” a member of your party says and you quickly look over at them with a incredulous expression

“the one that’s fifties themed? Are you joking?” You ask and the rest of the table laughs, you seem to be the only one truly uninterested.

And sure, maybe the hunky man with the broad shoulders and hands that looked like they could crush apples, has you feeling a bit biased, but come on! You wouldn’t find a guy like him at the other bar that’s for sure.

“You guys go ahead, I think I’m gonna stay here” you say when they get up to leave, not giving them a chance to oppose you because once the words left your mouth you were headed towards the bar. Towards the white haired man with the thick biceps who’s friend had just disappeared toward the bathroom.

He saw you approaching and finished the last two swallows of his beer, wiping his palms down his thighs and clearing his throat as the distance closed.

“Hi!” You say with a smile and you hop up onto his friend's stool, turning towards him and crossing your ankles.

“Hi” he says back and you can hear the nerves in his voice as he turns toward you, knees brushing yours giving you a good eyeful of his thighs.

He was so adorable. How a grown man could be so adorable you didn’t know but it made your heart flutter as you watched the apprehension and excitement swirl in his eyes.

“Y/n Y/n” you say and hold your hand out to him

“Aone Takanobu” he says, his large hand warm as his fingers wrap round yours. He shakes twice and you feel the rough pads of his calluses scrape against your palm as his hand slides away, making you smile and take a breath

“Have you been checking me out tonight, Aone?” You ask with a smile and his face turns red all the way to the tip of his ears

He clears his throat and looks to his empty glass before he looks back to your eyes, his filled with guilt

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable” he says, his deep rumbling voice sending shivers down your spine “you’re just so …breathtaking”

Your eyes widen for a moment, you’ve heard hot and sexy and beautiful before by more guys than you could count, guys who just wanted in your pants. Guys on dating apps who call you sexy just to call you a bitch in the next sentence when you say you don’t want to sleep with them.

But Aone called you breathtaking… and the way it came from his mouth was like a gasp of a lover or the honest words of a prayer

You smile and place a hand on his knee, your dress shifting as you lean forward. He swallows hard and his eyes don’t move from yours, unblinking to keep himself focused on anything but the way your bust spills from your neckline; the thought of being smothered by your breasts floating pleasantly in his mind, he desperately tries to shoo the thought away along with the heat he feels flush his cheeks.

“Don’t apologize! Seriously” you say with a little smile and lick your lips with a chuckle “I was checking you out too” you admit and lean back up again, Aone’s heart restarting and brain catching back up.

You look across the bar and catch sight of his friend, a grin lit up on his face from the light of his phone screen, his thumbs tapping as quick as humanly possible and the quiet vibrations from the man in front of you make you chuckle under your breath.

Aone takes a sharp inhale and chuckles softly, rubbing his palms down his thighs again then resting his left forearm against the bar top, his right hand staying on the top of his thigh giving you a good look at his bicep.

You don’t even try to hide the way your eyes run from his hand pressed to his thigh, up across his bicep and shoulder, before meeting his eyes again with a smile.

He runs his tongue across his lip before saying with a nervous laugh “I’ve been debating coming to speak to you”

You grin and slap his left forearm playfully with the back of your fingers before dragging your fingertips lightly down his arm and resting your hand against his “why didn’t you?!”

“I didn’t want to come off as a bar creep and ruin my chances” He answers and scratches at his nape with his free hand, his fingers moving to slip between yours against the bar.

You look at his face for a moment, taking in the kindness in his eyes, and although his expression is mainly stoic you see the twitch of his lips up into a small smile, the blush on his cheeks making him seem so honest and open.

“Would you like to go get some food with me? There’s this sushi place near here -“ he’s nodding before you even finish “that sounds great” he says, lacing his fingers with yours properly as he stands from the stool and helps you down.

You look up at him with a chuckle and a smirk at how excited he got to get food with you, he was so cute and so incredibly handsome at the same time

“your friend’s behind you if you wanna tell him you’re leaving” you say and he nods but doesn’t leave you, he just looks over his shoulder and nods when his friend gives him a thumbs up and a grin.

Aone looks you over now that you’re standing in front of him, his large frame still so tall even with your heels; the way your dress hugged your curves was so much better up close. He almost couldn’t believe he was lucky enough to be leaving this bar with you.

He tries to keep it inconspicuous but it’s obvious the way his eyes quickly travel from your heels up to your thighs, eyes following the lines of your curves up to your shoulders then across the slope of your collarbone and neck as he wonders if he could pay a donation to whatever angel or god inspired you to wear this dress tonight.

He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he meets your eye again and smiles softly

“After you” he says and gestures for you to head towards the door, his blushing cheeks giving away his thoughts.

You give his hand a squeeze and walk ahead, weaving around patrons and tables to get to the door, completely aware of why Aone wanted you to go ahead as you put just a smidge more movement into your hips.

His palm presses against the top of the door above your head, pushing it open easily as his body curls around you for a moment. The scent of his cologne hits your nose and you pray to whatever god is out there, that you get to be much closer to him tonight.

[yanderecrazysie]

Adore

For the Curves and Kisses collab!

Can I just say I was so happy to write this? I, myself, am chubby irl. Although I want to change that, and have been losing weight over the past year or so, I still want people to love me for who I am regardless. I’m lucky enough to have people encouraging me and letting me know that I’ll always be beautiful to them.

Yamaguchi takes this to the extremes a little-

Title: Adore

Pairings: Yamaguchi x Chubby! Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, stalking, some insecurities, drugging, Yamaguchi means well but does not do well

Summary: Yamaguchi loves you just the way you are. If you’re going to doubt your beauty, then he’ll just have to prove to you how lovable you are.

Note: Thank you @ceo-of-daichi for letting me join the collab! I had a lot of fun writing it, so I hope everyone likes reading it!

adore

/verb/

love and respect (someone) deeply.

Yamaguchi was grateful that you never messed with your bedroom curtains.

Thick material that blocked out any shadows or silhouettes that were meant to be shown, covering most of your window. All but one little corner on the left.

From the angle it was at, it was extremely unlikely that you’d ever spot him, but that didn’t stop him from anxiously ducking any time you looked in his general vicinity. He often worried that you may open your curtains someday, then close them again in a way that covered up that perfect peeping spot he’d been using for months.

He didn’t mean to be creepy, and he always minded your privacy. Relatively speaking, of course. If you were getting changed, he’d cover his eyes until he was sure you’d finished. He’d only misjudged the time once, and he’d been so embarrassed that he ran all the way back to his house, his face the color of a ripe tomato.

He watched you step in front of your full-length mirror, frowning as you surveyed your reflection with a critical eye. Yamaguchi let out a sad sigh as he watched you do so, his heart aching at the thought that you might see yourself as anything less than beautiful.

Yamaguchi knew what it was like, to feel like a part of your appearance is judged harshly. When he was younger, people made fun of his freckles, and, as he got older, a few people mistook them for acne. He was so self-conscious about them for so long and then…

You talked with your friend about features you found cute. You’d insisted that you didn’t have a type, and that you’d like someone for their personality, not their looks. But when your friend pressed you to give just one thing you think is cute you had given an answer Yamaguchi could have never expected.

Freckles. You thought freckles were cute.

He was already leaning forward in his seat to eavesdrop, and that statement just about knocked him out of the chair. Finally, he felt comfortable with his face, with the feature he worried most about.

You liked freckles, so he was proud to have them. He could have been beaten up in an alleyway that day for having them and he’d die happy knowing that you liked them.

Sure, you didn’t specifically say his freckles were cute- it was just a general statement, but it was the closest he’d ever felt to being loved by you. He sat behind you in every class for two years and one semester, and never once did you notice him.

Yamaguchi wasn’t the most noticeable guy- he knew he was fairly plain-looking. Although a part of him wished you’d turn around and see him (really see him, not just pass a homework sheet back to him), another part of him was too nervous to handle talking to you yet.

He wished that he could hold your round cheeks in his hands and stroke them gently with his thumb or that he could wrap an arm around your plush waist and draw your soft body close to his. If you wanted to work on getting healthier or losing weight, he would fully support you, but if you didn’t, he’d be fine with that too!

You were the most beautiful girl in the entire world. Yamaguchi believed that with every cell in his body. No model or celebrity could match up to you- not in any way, shape, or form. And now, as you twirled around in the mirror, looking happy about something or other, he felt that he was the luckiest man in the world, just for being able to be in your presence. Whether you were aware of it or not.

You weren’t usually one for parties, but it was a friend’s birthday, so you didn’t have much of a choice. Normally so caught up in studies, you barely knew what to do with yourself when you stepped through the door of the club. People were everywhere- drinking, dancing, sitting… in fact, one couple seemed to be doing all three at once.

It wasn’t your scene, not by any means, but it wasn’t about you tonight, it was about your bestie turning twenty-two. The other girls were all either already twenty-two or were nearing it, so it was finally a year you could all legally go drinking together.

You all took a seat in an area with at the least-sticky barstools, chattering excitedly with each other about the latest gossip. When a tall man interrupted and invited the birthday girl to dance and you all encouraged her to go, the group of you giggling like schoolgirls.

Like some sort of magic switch being flicked, men came over and, one-by-one, your friends were whisked off to dance with handsome strangers. You idly twirled your necklace in your fingers, unsure whether you were relieved or disappointed that you hadn’t been asked yet.

“I’m not big on dancing, but can I at least buy you a drink?” A soft, masculine voice asked softly behind you. You turned around to find a shyly-smiling man behind you. He looked to be about your age, but definitely overdressed for a nightclub. He looked more like he was going to a wedding with the wrinkle-free black suit he was wearing.

“That’d be great, thanks,” You smiled warmly, “I’m not big on dancing either.”

The man turned his face, blushing so brightly his freckles disappeared under the red glow, “S-so what’s a beautiful lady like you doing all alone?”

It sounded cheesy, like something out of a romance movie, and the mystery man didn’t sound even remotely suave when he said it, but you found it even more endearing that way, “Birthday party. For a friend, I mean, not mine.”

“You really are, though.” The young man said. When he noticed your confused expression, he backtracked, “Beautiful! A beautiful lady! You really are beautiful, yeah, sorry I’m- I’m not very good at…” the poor guy gestured awkwardly, looking at the ground as though he wished it’d swallow him up.

“Aww, thanks! I don’t really think so, but it’s nice of you to say!” You giggled at his bashfulness and took a sip of the drink he’d bought you, not taking your eyes off of his.

“You are beautiful.” The man’s voice was deadly serious, his gaze hardening, “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and you shouldn’t doubt that. Ever.”

It was your turn to flush, a little uncomfortable by how serious he suddenly was, “I didn’t mean to fish for compliments or anything, I just… I meant…” You decided to cut off your flustered stutters with a deep drink from your glass.

“I know you didn’t, (Y/n).”

The man began to talk, letting you down a few shots of alcohol, always filled back up again by the bartender on the stranger’s request. The conversation started with him talking enthusiastically about a hobby you both shared, but as the discussion wore on, you found yourself slowly drifting.

You forced yourself to talk, hoping that would stave away whatever drowsiness was tugging at your subconscious, “What’s your name? I don’t think I ever caught it.”

“Yamaguchi Tadashi!” His grin was almost blinding, the man seeming so pleased that you were taking an interest in him.

The sleepy feeling remained as you tried to introduce yourself and you stopped midway, realizing three disturbing things in quick succession.

Firstly, you hadn’t introduced yourself to Yamaguchi before this moment, yet he knew your name. He’d used it earlier on in the conversation, you remember that vividly.

Second, the alcohol you’d been consuming was your favorite drink. You would have assumed it was a coincidence, if it didn’t look different from normal. The water was foggy and the ice had sunk to the bottom. Signs as if it had been… tampered with.

And the third thing...

You weren’t sitting at the barstool anymore. No, your exhausted brain wasn’t able to catch up to your body. The body that had been slowly sinking into Yamaguchi’s embrace for several minutes.

He lifted you into the air with an ease you’d never been carried with before. His hands groped your doughy flesh and he sighed blissfully before nuzzling his nose into your hair with a childlike giggle.

“You really are the most beautiful woman in the world, (Y/n),” Yamaguchi said softly, laying a gentle kiss on your forehead, “I’ll show you just how much I love you… how perfect you are… you’ll stay with me until you learn that you’re beautiful.”

The door to the nightclub closed silently behind him as he carried you through the parking lot, the two of you unnoticed by the dancing crowd.

“And even after you do, you’ll stay with me so I can appreciate every inch of your beauty.”

[vanille-sweet]

Alright, DONE!

I am honestly satisfied with this ❤️

My entry for @ceo-of-daichi 's collab event Curves and Kisses!

*click/tap to see it.. I need to figure out how to post lower rez*

*****Do not use or repost*****

[harley-michaels-main]

Fondness of Fondue

Summary: Rumor has it, chocolate is the food of love.

Pairing: Bokuto Kotaro x Plus-sized!Reader

Warnings: Bokuto and Atsumu dumbassery, hand kisses

A/n: Ayo, this is my work for @ceo-of-daichi Curves and Kisses event! Enjoy! And congrats again Lydia on your milestone!

He first met you when he went with Atsumu to get a present for his current partner. "Why do I have to go with you?" He whined. He had just gone along so he could get a ride to practice.

"Because I need someone who knows what good chocolate is."

"And you think I know?" Kotaro questioned.

"No, Akaashi does and ya have his phone number."

"Wha-You're using me for Akaashi's phone number?!"

"Yep," Atsumu replied with a laugh. Kotaro huffed as the two of them entered the shop.

"Hi, welcome in!" As soon as his eyes locked with yours, he knew he was screwed. Your smile and rosy cheeks, the crinkles by your eyes, the way your uniform hugged your body. He was screwed.

Kotaro turned his eyes away from you as his cheeks flushed. Cute...

"Bokuto? Oi, Bokuto, ya listening to me?" Kotaro blinked when Atsumu smacked the side of his head lightly. "Jeez, yer always spacing off. Ya good?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, yeah!" He responded quickly. Atsumu raised a brow at him but nonetheless turned his attention toward you.

"How can I help you?" You questioned, leaning on the counter. Kotaro's eyes followed your figure, his cheeks burning, even more, when he noticed you were watching him.

"Yeah, do ya have anything good for anniversaries?" Atsumu asked, smiling casually.

"Of course! Do you have any specific taste in mind?" You asked, tilting your head to the side a bit. So cute!!

Kotaro decided to draw his attention elsewhere, looking at the displays of chocolate to distract him. It was hard to focus when someone so adorable kept looking at him.

For some reason, his eyes kept going back to you. He couldn't help it. Not when you kept smiling and being so cute.

"Is your friend okay?" You asked, glancing at Kotaro. You weren't going to lie. He was attractive... Very attractive. But you didn't appreciate the stares.

"Honestly, no clue. He's a bit weird," Atsumu replied, rubbing the back of his neck. "Never seen him act like that before," He stated with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Do you think you could ask him to stop staring at me? It's not very polite," You inquired, shuffling behind one of the display stands to try to hide.

"Oh, yeah, sorry about him," Atsumu replied before walking over to Kotaro. "Oi, stop staring. Yer freaking em out."

"I-I'm not staring!" Kotaro stuttered out, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. Atsumu sighed with a roll of his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just stop being weird," He stated as he rubbed the back of his neck. "What's goin' on with ya anyway? Ya like them or some- Oh shit you like- hrmf!"

"Shut up!" Kotaro cried as he slapped a hand over Atsumu's mouth. The two wrestled around, Atsumu trying to get rid of Kotaro's hand and Kotaro trying to keep him quiet.

"Please, no fighting in the store!" The pair froze as they looked at you, who was narrowing your eyes at them. They quickly stepped away from each other, both pairs of cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

"Our apologies. I'm headin' out, but my friend here wants to apologize for starin'," Atsumu stated, pushing Kotaro forward before making a break to the door.

"Wha- Atsumu wait!" Kotaro turned around just as Atsumu ran outside. He sighed before turning around to face you. You raised a brow, wondering what the hell just happened.

Kotaro swallowed the lump in his throat as he stepped closer to you. "Um... I'm sorry for staring. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I... I just-"

"Just what? Thought it would be fun to stare at me?" You questioned, crossing your arms. You weren't new to people staring at you. You knew that you were a bigger person. You had your fair share of stares and comments in your life. The difference now is that you weren't going to let people get away with it anymore.

"I mean yeah- Wait no no no, that's not what I meant!" Kotaro fussed. You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

"I don't want to hear it anymore. Just get out of my store," You stated, pointing toward the front door.

"Wait, I'm sorry, that really isn't what I meant!" Kotaro pleaded. Why isn't anything coming out correctly?!

"Oh really? What did you mean then?" You asked sarcastically.

"I meant that you're really pretty and attractive! I'm really sorry for making you feel uncomfortable I'm just really attracted to you and didn't know if I should ask you out or not. But I totally understand if you don't want to!"

"Wait-"

"Like seriously, I totally understand. I didn't mean anything bad and I'm really sorry for coming across that way-"

"Wait a minute," You cut him off, trying to wrap your thoughts around what just happened. "You were staring because you're attracted to me?"

"Uh... yeah?" Kotaro questioned, not quite sure how to respond. You couldn't stop the smile or the laughter that erupted from your chest. Kotaro blushed again. He swore that his heart skipped a beat.

"Okay um, well thank you. I'm sorry for the way I acted."

"No, no don't apologize! I get it. It was so rude of me to stare like that, I'm really sorry," Kotaro apologized for the umpteenth time as he bowed deeply.

"It's fine. It was rude, but as long as you didn't have any ill intentions I guess I can't be mad at you."Kotaro slowly stood up straight, smiling awkwardly. "What's your name?"

"Bokuto Kotaro!" You chuckled at his enthusiasm.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Bokuto. I'm Y/n L/n," You responded, holding out your hand for him to shake. Kotaro smiled brightly as he gently took your hand.

"The pleasure's all mine." It was your turn to blush this time. "If it's alright for me to ask... Would you like to go out sometime?" Kotaro questioned. You bit your lip softly to try to contain your smile.

"I would love to. I close at 8 pm tomorrow if you would like to come back then," You suggested. Kotaro's eyes lit up.

"That sounds perfect. I'll be here at 8! I'll see you tomorrow!" He exclaimed.

"I'll see you tomorrow," You responded before you realized that you were still holding each other's hand. Kotaro seemed to notice as well, but he didn't let go.

"I'm really sorry again," He said as he pulled your hand and pressed a small kiss to the back of it. "I hope I can make it up to you tomorrow night." Your eyes widened as you froze in your place. This smooth fucker...

"Uh... Y-yeah, me too." Your voice cracked as you responded. Kotaro smiled one last time before he let go of your hand and left the shop. You stared at the back of your hand as your cheeks flushed a dark red. "Oh god, that was a fever dream..."

Kotaro got into Atsumu's car, staring forward as he tried to wrap his mind around what just happened. "So? What happened?" Atsumu asked, excitedly. Kotaro didn't respond. "Bokuto? Oi, ya good man?"

Kotaro fell forward, his head hitting the dashboard. "Bokuto?! Oi, Bokuto?! Oh shit, shit, Akaashi's gonna kill me- Oi, you good? Please be good, c'mon man."

"I have a date..."

"Eh?" Atsumu froze.

"I have a date tomorrow..."

"... Dude we leave tomorrow for an away game."

[ceo-of-daichi]

Curves and Kisses Collab Announcement!

So the deadline on the original post is today! However I have had a couple requests to extend and also I myself need an extension (writers block is a bitch)! So i’m giving people an extra 2 weeks to work on their pieces🥰

So the updated deadline is the 4th October 2021

[ceo-of-daichi]

hey so I wanted to ask if I could get extended time? I know my change in request was too much but I’ve written out like three scenarios, and I don’t like where it’s going and then I get the lack of motivation. I know it’s asking a lot but I feel like I won’t be able to make it by next Monday. I’ve been stressing about other things as well. I’m sorry.

Ofc you can hun!! Honestly I think mine could be late at this rate also! Been in a writing slump for the past week so I completely understand! Just post whenever you are done with it💛🥰 You never have to apologise for being stressed or unmotivated I completely get you💛 I hope you start to feel a bit better soon!!

[ceo-of-daichi]

hey so before i did it, i wanted to ask if it was okay for me to change my prompt to a band au? if not that's okay.

Yeah of course!!! I will change that for you now on the masterpost💛

[ceo-of-daichi]

Oooh is to late to join your curves and kisses collaboration? If not, may I write for Kuroo of haikyuu...office AU?

Nope!! You are right on time!! :) I will add you to the masterpost now🥰 Can’t wait to read what you write!!💛

[ceo-of-daichi]

hi there! id like to join the curves and kisses collab! this makes me feel all warm and fuzzy because being chubby is so awesome! theres more of the love to give!! [minus the fat-shaming] any how im in my late teens and you mentioned that its an 18+ collab, but i would like to write sfw if thats fine! i would like to write for daichi from haikyuu, domestic/parent life AU [please my baby fever is never ending. i just want to confirm if its alright with me being in my late teens writing sfw ^_^

Hey!!! Thank you for sending this in but i’m afraid it is a really strict 18+ collab!!! I encourage you to write the fic still though because I love the concept and I think there are such a lack of x chubby readers out there especially for Daichi, however I can’t add you to the masterpost and stuff!!☺️

[ceo-of-daichi]

Good afternoon lovely!!

I have finally gotten around to sketching and for your curves and kisses collab, I'll be doing an artwork featuring Miya Osamu ❤️❤️

I'm excited to see how it'll turn out, thank you for the opportunity!! ❤️

Hey!! No problem hun! I actually just saw your sketch (that i’m gonna rb after I have replied to this haha) Its looking really good so far!! I really love your art style (if you ever open commissions lmk because I would love to support hehe👀🥰)

But I finalllyyy added you to the masterpost haha, sorry this took so long to reply to its just been a hectic week☺️☺️

[ceo-of-daichi]

hey! I wanted to join your curves and kisses collab. kinda nervous to join because I’m not as a good writer as most of the people but I kinda wanted to be apart of something that I can relate to I guess lol. I will be doing astumu miya from haikyuu a kidnapper/kidnapped AU

Hey hun!!! Its completely fine, everyone and anyone is welcome on this collab!! Even if you have never written anything before and want to have a go! I just wanted to spread some body positivity for the bigger people out there!! Ofc you can join, I will add your fic idea to the masterlist now!!

[ceo-of-daichi]

Just a quick post to let you guys know that there isn’t a limit on characters for the collab!!! Just in case some people are being put off because your fave is already being written for/drawn!

[ceo-of-daichi]

As a chubby person myself, I'd love to join the Curves and Kisses collab! I'm thinking soft yandere classmate Yamaguchi in a modern college AU, if that's alright?

Ofc you can!!! I will add that to the masterlist now!☺️ I can’t wait to read it💛

[ceo-of-daichi]

oh my! I love your plus size event collab, as a plus size person, i do see that there’s not much writing about plus size readers. thank you for that. I might join but knowing me I love to procrastinate/lose motivation quickly. (I hate that about me) I’ll try to see if I can conjure up something before “letting you know.” I honestly would think I’d let you down; if I said I was gonna do something and not even do it. or end up rushing to meet the deadline and it ending up being complete shit. ya know?

Hey Anon!! Thats the point of this collab i personally love reading plus size reader fics because I am a plus size reader also, but there isn’t really that many out there and not for a wide range of characters you know!!

Also, you wouldn’t disappoint anyone, especially not me! This collab is meant to be fun and everyone can take it at their own pace its why the deadline isn’t for 2 months!! Also if you needed more time you could always dm me, i completely understand cause I am really bad at working to deadlines myself! Also if you say you want to join but then a month in lose motivation thats completely fine too! No one is going to judge you here I promise! Just let me know what you decide babie💛💛