#what a beautiful thicc friend and man

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Can u pls do jjk men fic w a chubby reader where the boys like her but they think he wouldn’t go for her cuz she’s a lil extra thicc.

(Maybe other jealous ppl tell her that too n make her insecure) and then the boys find out and confess n stuff (and spice too maybe) :3

JJK Men: You’re Beautiful!

Summary: JJK Men react to someone making you feel insecure about your body.

Characters: Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna (Roommate AU), Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru, Chubby!AFAB!Reader

Warnings: making out, public smexy stuff, dry humping feeling up, body worship, language, fatphobia, body shaming, weight insecurities, Word 

Count: 9K

A/N: Sorry for the lack of content! I wanted to finish this fic, and I have two others that are almost done, but your girl kept passing out in the middle of editing this! I hope you enjoy it!!

Choso Kamo: 

“Snacks?”

“Check.”

“Water?”

“Check!”

“Picnic blanket?”

There was a pause on the other line of the phone. “Shit!” Choso yelled as you watched him turn back towards his house. “I knew I was forgetting something.” You bit down on your lip, kicking your feet as he turned his pretty eyes on you. The second your eyes made contact, you felt your cheeks flush as he smiled softly.

You felt your cheeks flush under his gaze as he turned and went back inside his apartment. You fell harder for your best friend when he smiled at you like that. The man you sat next to in art class who was quiet and kept to himself. Sitting there despite your friend's pleas for you not to had been the best decision of your entire life. Choso was amazing! He was sweet and talented, and he had a huge heart. 

He loved his brothers and took amazing care of them, and God, he was so sweet. Plus, he was like the hottest guy you’d ever seen. God, you had it down for him, but you didn't dare tell him how you felt—not yet.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Choso said as he walked to his car.

“N-Nothing!”

“There is because you haven't shown me your outfit.” 

You perked up, grinning as you propped the phone on your vanity, standing far enough to show Choso your outfit. “I'm wearing a crop top and shorts!” you grinned, twirling around, showing off your thick, curvy body that you loved. What do you think?” When you glanced at the phone, you nearly tripped as you saw Choso smiling dreamily at you, his chin resting on his steering wheel as he stared.

“You look cute.” He said in an almost hushed tone that had your heart racing. “Alright, I’m on my way. I’ll be there soon.”

“Sounds good. Please be safe while driving over here.”

“I always am.”

The second line disconnected, and you shoved your face into the corner and kicked your feet. He was so cute, and he said you were adorable! This was the best day ever, and he hadn’t even picked you up yet. Your eagerness had you rushing out of your room into the living room, where you found your roommate sitting. She was watching television, and as soon as she heard your entrance, she glanced up, eyes wide as she did a double takeover of your outfit. 

You looked smoking hot. Your boobs were perfectly fitted in the tight crop top. At the same time, the curve of your ass would have men howling at it like those old-timey cartoons. Your hair was styled perfectly, and your light makeup was done. You were a stunning sight. But it wasn’t just your beauty that had your roommate seething with jealousy. It was your confidence and your giddy attitude over the fact that Choso Kamo was taking you out.

“Where are you off to?”

“Oh, Choso is taking me to the park! They’re having a movie night there, so we got tons of snacks, and we’re just going to watch a movie and talk under the stars.” The dreamily lovey-dovey look in your eyes made you already jealous of your roommate. 

“You're going out like that?” 

Her words had you stopping in your tracks as you glanced down at yourself. “Yeah—? Why do I have a hole in my pants or something?” You glance back at your pants.

“No, it's just—you’re going to be wearing a crop top in public with Choso?” 

“I always wear crop tops.” 

Your roommate could see the hesitation in your eyes at her words. “Yeah, but that’s normally when we’re with our other friends. You know friends who are thick like you. You’ll be sitting on a blanket next to Choso, who looks like an artisan carved him out of marble.” You swallowed, poking at your cute tummy. “I just wouldn't want you to be embarrassed; you are a little extra thick.” She stood up, carrying her past you and moving towards the kitchen. “You aren’t trying to impress him by wearing something like that, right?”

You had been trying to impress him. You picked out your cutest and the shorts that looked great on you. This was the outfit you always wore when you needed a confidence boost.

“Oh—you were trying to impress him, weren’t you?” You swallowed hard at your suddenly dry throat. “Oh honey, you’re too thick for him. Could you imagine being on top of him?” She shook her head as she threw her bowl in the sink. “If you want to impress him, maybe pick up on my workout regiment?” 

Her words left you feeling stunned as you scoffed. “That was fucking rude.” You snapped, eyebrows throwing together as you glared. “Choso said my outfit looked cute. And you might be insecure with your body, but I love mine.” Your roommate rolled her eyes as she grabbed her keys off the counter, heading for the door. 

“Cute as in a sisterly way, probably.” 

As the door to your shared department behind her, you resisted the urge to throw her mother’s face at the door. Ever since you and Choso had grown closer together, your roommate, who was a friendly acquaintance, had turned into a mythic bitch. She was constantly jabbing you about your weight and what you wore. It might be time for you to start looking for a new roommate or somewhere else to live. She had just to be jealous, which shouldn’t affect you.

But it did.

As you glanced at the mirror, you suddenly felt overly exposed. She was right; Choso had a nice build, and you were curvy and thick. Those toxic, cruel words had you reaching into the closet, slipping on a hoodie over your shorts before you headed downstairs to wait for Choso to arrive.

The second he pulled up in front of your dorm, the passenger-side window rolled down. “Hey cutie, ready fo—” Choso frowned eyeing the hoodie as you got in the front seat. “Uhm, what happened to the crop top and shorts?” He prodded as he pulled onto the main road, heading for the park.

“Uhm—I got cold.”

“It’s eighty degrees.”

“Yeah? So?”

Choso sighed, running his tongue over his bottom lip as he focused on the road. “You know I hate it when you lie to me.” That stung like a lash from a whip. 

“I’m not lying.” You sighed out, tilting your head back.

“Ha, you honestly think I’m buying that? I know you. And I know when you’re cold because you’re normally on top of me, trying to steal my body heat. So you aren’t cold.” It was almost annoying that he knew you so well. But at the same time, you were thankful that he did. Slowly turning your head, you could see him glancing at you every few seconds while he maintained a vigilant gaze on the road. “So, are you going to come up with another shitty lie? Or are you gonna tell me why you’re wearing a hoodie over the outfit you were so excited to show me.” 

You groaned, scrubbing your hands down your face before turning in your seat. “Has anyone told you that it’s annoying how observant you are?” The remark only had your crush smiling. “Fine, fine, uhm—” you rubbed your neck, “my roommate made some pretty nasty comments, so I wasn’t feeling as confident in it.” 

Anger tagged at the features of Choso’s face. “What?!” He snapped, turning his gaze back on you. 

“Yeah, it’s pretty shocking, to say the least. She said lots of stuff. Mostly along the lines that I was too thick to be wearing what I was.” Those words rang in your ears. “She asked if I was trying to impress you, and when I said I was, she said I was too thick for you. And I snapped back, telling her you said my outfit was cute.” The blinker clicked several times. It chose to pull off the main road and down a dark alley. “And then she said that it was most likely in a brotherly way. Which I knew it was bullshit because we’re friends and you were just hyping me up.”

“No, " the car stopped completely. You’re both wrong.”

When you turned your attention back on Choso, he unbuckled his seatbelt. “I-I was wrong?” you squeaked as he learned over the console. His thick, long fingers grabbed both sides of your face. 

“Yeah, I meant it in an I have the biggest fucking crush on you, and I want to kiss the hell out of you kind of way.” 

You breathed heavily as he brushed his nose against yours, closing the distance between you. “W-What a coincidence, I have the biggest crush on you too.” He hummed stray dark strands of hair, tickling your cheek. “A-And I would love to kiss you.” You were suddenly yanked forward, Choso’s lips on yours as he kissed you like you had never been kissed before. 

You melted, and the sweet taste of mint flooded your mouth as he ran his tongue along your bottom lip. With a soft moan, you opened your mouth for him, shaking as his hands reached around you, grabbing the back of your head, forcing your lips harder against his as he deepened the kiss. His tongue moved feverishly against yours as he pulled you tight against his chest. 

“M-mm!” You moaned, digging your fingers into his shirt, reciprocating the want that he had shown you.

Choso broke the kiss, first panting heavily as he glared at your hoodie as if it had insulted one of his brothers. “Take this off; I wanna see your body.” He growled, grabbing the fabric shielding you from his gaze, tugging it over your head, and throwing it somewhere in the backseat. “Oooh fuck.” He whispered, hands gliding over your shoulder, saying he took in an eye full of your beauty. “You’re so pretty.” His eyes slowly met yours as he yanked you over the console. 

“W-Wait!” You yelped out, your roommate's words hitting you at a terrible time. “Hold on!”

“My windows are tinted. It’s fine.”

“That’s not it! I don’t want to crush you.” 

“Honey,” you squeaked out another gasp as Choso bull-yanked you over the console of the car, flopping you down on his lap. “You aren’t going to crush me. Fuck.” He groaned as he laid the seat back. “Fuccck, you’re so pretty.” He whispered, running his hands over your beautiful curves, fingers gently caressing the stretch marks on your sides. “You have no idea how much I wanted this. To have you in my arms, kissing you, worshiping your beautiful body.” 

You moaned, shaking slightly as you pressed his face and your breasts, kissing and nipping out your cleavage. “F-Fuck—” Shivers ran down your spine, and goosebumps littered your arms; your best friend continued to run his hands up and down your body, taking you in like this was the first time he saw you.

“You’re a masterpiece.” His hands grow up your ass, squeezing it. “I can’t believe I can finally admire your beauty up close and personal and not from afar anymore.” Choso ran his tongue over your breasts while his hands moved your hips, encouraging you to rock against him.

“C-Choso~ g-god me too; I‘ve wanted you for so long.” 

“Then have me.”

 

Your hips automatically began rocking against the hardening bulge in his jeans, drawing out soft moans from the both of you. Each roll of your jean-clad shorts against him was like electricity, like fireworks going off at a summer festival. It was exciting and new, and each move was more exciting than the first, as you were both bound by rhythm, and that was perfect in no time. Choso’s fingers dug into your hips as your lips found his neck, nipping and sucking at his sensitive skin, growing out the prettiest sounds from him. 

This felt like a dream, a dream that you had had many times. But the smell of spice and pine let you know that this was not a dream. It was reality, and it was a reality where your best friend was moaning underneath, you bucking his hips up against your core as you relentlessly ground down on him.

“Nngh~ fuck, that feels so good.” 

“C-Cho, fuck you’re so hard.”

He laughed, and it was smooth and rich, like dark chocolate. “I’m always hard around you.” He admitted, his hands leaving your hips, slowly slipping under your shirt to grope and tease your breasts. “I like you so much. I liked you before you even sat next to me in class, f-fuck!” Choso cried out, throwing his head back as you sucked on his skin, leaving marks everyone would be able to see.

“Yeah~?”

“Fuck y-yeah, haaah,” you watched an ecstasy as his eyes rolled back into his. “I-I was working u-up the courage to talk t-to nngh!” A loud moan broke through his words as you rolled your hips in a circle over his hard cock. “Oooh, holy fuck—it’s hard to talk when you’re doing that.” 

“Ooh, I’m sorry, honey.” You weren’t sorry in the slightest. “You can continue.”

Choso sucked in a breath through his clenched teeth. “I-I was working up the courage to talk to you, but you beat me.” He spat out before his voice broke as you rolled your hips faster against that hard bulge in his. “Fuck—c-confessions later, it’s hard to be serious when I’m trying not to cum in my pants.” Knowing that you already had them on the edge only encouraged your momentum.

“Ooh~ what stopping you from doing that?

“Heh, I don’t want to make a mess inside of my pants like a teenager again.” You rocked harder against him. “Fuck, but you seem determined.”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about messing up your pants; you could mess up my mouth instead.” 

The confidence, the tone of your voice, and the friction were Choso’s downfall.

You felt him twitching his pants before bucking up relentlessly against you. And in that moment, you had never been more thankful than inseams and jeans. That perfect scene rubbed right against you in quite the ideal way, drawing shattering cries from you as you forward onto Choso’s chest and coming inside your panties, right along with him. The waves of pleasure left you twitching as your heart thundered in your ears.

After a few minutes of lying in the afterglow, you pulled away to look down at the man underneath you. He looked as dazed as you felt. His cheeks were flushed a pretty shade of pink, and his fingers ran lazily up and down your back. Choso looked like every dream he’d ever dreamt had just come true. It was a blissful expression, one that you fairly certainly mirrored.

“I should’ve told you a long time ago, I felt. And I’m sorry my confession came out under such shitty circumstances.” Choso whispered as he sat slightly, peppering your shoulders with kisses.

“I could’ve easily confessed to you, too; I was just nervous.”

“We both were.” He corrected, wrapping his arms around you. “But I want you to know I meant every word I said. I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and my best friend.”

You take your bottom lip between teeth and smile shyly down at him. “You’re my best friend to Cho, and thank you for liking me for me.” He hummed, slapping your ass and drawing out a squeak from you.

“I wouldn’t have you any other way. And as much as I would love to keep you on my lap, I think we need to make a pit stop at my apartment before we go to the park. I need to change my pants.”

“Oor~ we could have a movie night in your bedroom? With no clothes on. Because believe it or not, leaving naked underneath, you would be a lot more cuter than this outfit when you agree.” 

Choso turned red, not saying a word at first before his hands massaged your ass. “Get this sweet succulent in the passenger seat right now. We’re going back to my place.” And you were right; your crop top looked much better on his floor next to his clothes.

Ryomen Sukuna:

Gojo always found an excuse to go party at his luxurious house. His excuse this week was to celebrate his new puppy. It was an excuse everyone would gladly use to spend an evening dancing, drinking, and smoking. You and your roommate Sukuna were two of those people.

“Did You seriously bring a fucking gift for the dog?” your crimson-eye roommates snapped as he opened the door to Gojo’s house for you.

“For starters, her name is Kiki, and secondly, yes, I did.” you turn to look up at your towering roommate. His face tattoo is even visible in the low lights on the porch. “You drop the beer. I brought the gift. That’s what makes us a great team.”

Sukuna looked away; annoyance etched into his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, teammates.” he smacked your ass with the six-pack he was carrying, pushing you through the threshold. “Go on, teammate, get that ass of yours inside.” you barked out inside the crowded house and searched for your mutual friends. “Oi, I’m going to drop this off in the kitchen, okay?”

“Okay!” you yelled over the blaring music before venturing into the living room.

You spotted Satoru on the couch with a husky puppy sitting on his lap. Bright blue eyes met you as you approached. “Stop!” Gojo nudged a smoking Suguru, who choked on his hit. “Who the fuck is this sexy bitch?” Kiki barked almost in agreement as you grinned, handing the tug-of-war toy to Kiki, who sniffed it hesitantly before chewing on it approvingly. “Seriously, you look so hot. Did you get all dolled up for your asshole roommate?”

“No, I just felt like dressing up a little.” Dressing in a short red and black plaid skirt and a tight red T-shirt with something you rarely did. You weren’t exactly thin. Your butt was too big, your thighs pressed together when you walked, and your tummy was soft. You loved your body, all the dimples and stretch marks that came along with your curvy figure, but mostly showed off around the apartment wearing a tank top and dolphin shorts. You often wear leggings and an oversized jacket when you are out and about, but tonight was different.

Sukuna had been the one encouraging you to dress up, telling you to live a little and wear what you wanted. Initially, You hesitated, but you decided that maybe he was right. Life was too short to suffer inside of a hoodie!

“You look hot.” Geto chimed in, taking another hit from a blunt. “You should dress like that more often; I can feel the confidence radiating off you.”

“That's what I keep telling her.”

You smiled as your roommate came up behind you, draping his arm over your shoulders. “Maybe now you’ll believe me.”

“I don’t know, Sukuna; you should see how some of these guys look at her.” Gojo shifted Kiki to his other arm. “You might be going home alone tonight.”

“Shut the fuck up, Gojo.”

“I’m just speaking the truth!” Satoru shrugged the shoulder, pushing himself up. “Better act before someone else does.” Your roommate growled to ignore. “Now, if you excuse me, I have to take Kiki outside for potty training.

Before your friend could even step away, Shoko and Utahime hurriedly stepped in front of him. “Gojo, some delivery person is here with a three-tier cake, and he won’t bring it in until you sign for it.” A three-tier cake for a dog party?

Gojo looked between Shoko and his pretty husky. “Fuck, okay, let me put Kiki ou—” You stepped in, holding your arms out.

“I can take her out for you. I know how important potty training is for puppies.”

“Really, oh my God, thank you.” He pressed to kiss on top of Kiki’s head before handing her over to you. “Be good for your auntie. I’ll be back!” 

“Hey, do you need me to come with you?” Sukuna asked as he nursed a beer.

“No, we’re all good!” Kiki probably turned you, licking your chin as you carried her to the backyard, replacing her down on the grass. “Good girl Kiki go potty, sweetie.” you praised her, the grass following her further out into the yard. “You’re such a pretty girl—”

“Did you see Sukuna’s roommate?” a voice called out from the back porch, and the door opened and closed.

“Who didn’t?” a man chimed in with a laugh. “You could spot that girl out in a heartbeat.”

“No shit! She’s a sore thumb compared to Sukuna! I honestly feel bad for him.”

Your stomach soured as you stayed out of sight of their cruel words. “Seriously, she should think before she dresses like that and when she’s around Sukuna on top of it! I would’ve been so embarrassed being seen with her in that skirt.” 

Their choir of laughter had you sinking onto the grass. You thought your outfit looked good. Gojo, Geto, and Sukuna thought so, too, but maybe they were just being nice because they were your friends. These assholes had a point. Your roommate was so handsome, and you weren’t feeling the prettiest.

As Kiki sniffed the grass mindlessly before the door opened again. The assholes on the porch suddenly grew as you followed their gaze to Sukuna, who was looking around. They said nothing as he huffed out and sighed in annoyance.

“Have you guys seen my roommate?”

“No—I’m sure we would remember if we saw ‘her.’” one of the girls snickered, making you sink further onto the ground. Was this the part where your roommate joined in with their teasing? Making comments about your outfit? Being honest about what he thought.

You shut your eyes tight as you braced yourself for the truth. “What the fuck do you mean by that? Why are you laughing?” you perked up to look at a very pissed-off Sukuna.

“Well, let’s be honest, man, with her thighs, she shouldn’t be—”

The last words didn’t even get a chance to leave his mouth as Sukuna grabbed the asshole by the front of his shirt. “ I would think very carefully before the next words leave your fucking mouth.” you watched your roommate slam this dick against the wall of the porch. “That’s my girl you’re talking about.” his girl? Your cheeks flushed as you watched color leave the man's face.

“I-I’m sorry, man, I didn’t know!”

“Yeah? Well, now you do. Get the fuck out of my sight before I decide you’re not worthy of being in the same vicinity as me.” 

The instant the assholes left, running inside with their tails between their legs, you picked yourself up off the grass, shuffling forward. Sukuna’s head lifted as he listened to your footsteps, turning his head and listening to you approaching him from behind. He scoffed, turning on his heel, leaning over the railing, and glancing at you.

“I’m going to take a while, guess, and say you heard everything those fuckers said.”

“Yep.” 

“You know they’re full of shit, right?” You hummed, putting your hands behind your back because you stood below him, looking up at the porch. “I’m serious; they’re nothing but jealous pieces of shit. You’re beautiful.”

“And I'm also apparently your girl, too.” 

Shock didn’t cross his features; his fingers curled in slightly as he kept his transfixed on you. “Yeah, I want you to be my girl. I'm tired of being this teammate to you. And I honestly don’t know how clear I can be about how I feel about you.” Now that he was being so blatant with his words, you were finally starting to see what he was talking about.

All the late-night cuddle sessions, the lingering touches on your hips when he passed you, how he looked at you sometimes. Your roommate had been flirting with you this whole time, and you hadn’t realized it until he called you his girl. It was almost embarrassing to be so blind to his advances, but there was a time to be embarrassed about that later. Right now, you wanted to focus on the words he had just said.

“Why?” 

Sukuna shows no signs of confusion or fear. His face remains blank, like an empty canvas. “Why what?”

“Why would you even want me to be your girl? I mean, look at me.”

“I am.” 

You flushed as you bore into his eyes. “Okay, and you see me, right? You heard that asshole say, I shouldn’t be wearing skirts; I stick out like a sore thumb compared to you. People, apparently, think I’m not good enough.” A shadow flashed across your face as your roommate leaked over the edge of the porch, landing on the grass in front of you.

“Ive wanted you from the second you walked into our apartment.” Sukuna grabs both your wrists, gently holding them in his hands. “Im so fucking attracted to you. You have the perfect fucking body. I want you. I would not be able to keep my hands off of you if you even gave me a chance to touch you.”

“K-Kuna—” You gasped as his arms sneaked around your waist, pulling you flush against him. “I-I— are you sure?”

Instead of responding to your question, Sukuna leaned forward, pressing his lips against the drawers in a kiss that could stop time itself. The lingering taste of alcohol made your head spin as he backed you up against the pool house, pressing you firmly against it, one hand gripping the side of your face while the other slammed against the door.

His lips moved feverishly against yours, and your wall slowly began to come down around him. You found yourself no longer hesitating as you remembered his words and how passionately he had spoken of you. Your hands, which had limply stayed by your side, lifted up, and your fingers ran through his hair. You pulled him more tightly against your chest. And it was an action that your roommate absolutely loved.

Feeling you getting into the kiss into the passion that he had felt for you for so long, made Sukuna snarl as he gripped your hips, lifting you up as he searched for the handle to the door of the poolnhouse. He was going to take you in there and take his time to show you just exactly how much you meant to him. And how much he wanted you.

But finding the handle turned out to be a lot more difficult when his lips were on yours. “Where the fuck is the stupid handle?” Sukuna growled out, pulling away from your lips for a second before slamming them back against you, stepping back an inch in search of the handle from a different angle. 

“I think it’s the left.” You out in between breaths of air before your lips connected with him again. But as your roommate searched for the handle, he found himself drifting along the side of the house, which had been a mistake.

It was a mistake on both of your parts. When Sukuna went to put his hand down on the wall, he came into contact with nothing. He had unknowingly reached the edge of the pool house and found himself tumbling forward with you wrapped in his arms. You let out a scream of shock as water engulfed you, and you both fell into Gojo’s pool. But this slight hiccup didn’t stop you—notin the slightest.

The instant you broke through the surface of the water, both of you blindly searched for each other. When you felt his body heat, you threw your arms around your roommate's neck, holding him close as you wrapped your legs around his waist. This allowed him to freely carry you towards the back of the pool, where he slammed you against the cool pebble tech wall. 

“Sorry about your outfit,” Sukuna growled as he pulled back just enough to allow him to pull your shirt up and throw it over your head on the patio.

 

“Does it look like I give a fuck about my outfit right now?” You asked, grabbing a hold of his shirt, tugging it up and over your head, tossing it into the water, allowing it to float somewhere off in the pool.

“No, I honestly don’t think you give a fuck about it.”

“Then why are we still talking about it?” 

Sukuna smirked, licking his lips slowly. “Alright, I hear ya’ I guess I’ll go ahead and let my lips do the talking.”

While you both made out in the back of the pool, Gojo stepped outside, looking around for you as he picked Kiki up off the ground. “Hey~? You good? Please tell me you didn’t fall in my pool and drowned.” He was starting to step forward when the unstable sound of splashing water, followed by a string of moans, stopped him in his tracks.

Kiki yelped happily as Gojo snickered, heading into the pool house, grabbing a couple of fresh towels, and setting them on the pool deck near the steps. “Well~ it looks like he took my advice and finally stepped up and took some action,” Gojo told his pretty dog as he headed back into the house, dimming the lights around the pool, making your steamy session just a bit more romantic.

Nanami Kento:

“So it’s a date?” Shoko asked, watching you Finish applying some very light makeup to your face.

“It is not a date. Nanami Just happened to have an extra ticket to my favorite musical. We’re friends, and there’s nothing more than that.”

“Oh, he just happened to have an extra ticket to your favorite musical. But he’s also taking you to a fancy restaurant beforehand?”

 

“It’s one of his favorite restaurants, and he wanted to take me there.”

Shoko blew smoke from the window to your balcony, shaking her head. “Boy, I bet you’re in for the surprise of a lifetime tonight.” You shot your best friend an annoyed glance in the mirror.

“We’re just friends—” Even though you wanted to be more than friends with the handsome, sweet, caring blonde you had fallen head over heels for. “so drop it.”

“Nah, I don’t think I will.” Shoko put her cigarette out in the ashtray you had for her. “I cannot let you go on your date like—this.” She grimaced, eyeing your dress suit that skillfully hid your curves and thick thighs from the world.

You pouted, smoothing out the long skirt that went past your knees. “What’s wrong with it?” 

“What isn't wrong with it? You look like a mother at her daughter's wedding. Or an elderly college professor. Or you look like you’re about to go in for a job interview, trying to make yourself look more professional than you are.” 

Each very accurate comparison felt like a stab to your back. “Damn! Tell me how you feel. Sho, fuck.” She opened her mouth, and you quickly raised your hand, silencing her. “Wait, no, please don't,” Shoko smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. “Well, what do you suggest I do?” Shoko, head to your closet, opening the door wide.

“The red one.” 

Nanami arrived at your door right on time. He took a deep breath, adjusting his burgundy tie, before knocking on the door. Tonight was the night he was going to confess how he felt, how he wanted to be more than friends. His nerves were strong as iron as he focused on the door. There was nothing in the world that would stop him.

Your door opened, and Nanami swore he felt like you had personally punched him in the gut. You looked stunning. The tight red fabric clung to your waist showing over your unique curves; his eyes trailed lower, and god, the dress's sides were slit open, allowing him to get a peek at your succulent thick thighs. You had never dressed like this around him before; by god, you were like a masterpiece right off a canvas.

“Kento, are you okay?” His eyes glued on you and you alone, leaving you slightly flushed. 

Your best friend shook his head, blinking before his gaze met you. “Oh, uhm, yes, yes, I am.” He did another quick glance over you. “I’m sorry, I just, I’ve never—” His eyes were glued on the slit in the dress. His expression was almost unreadable, making you feel like shrinking in on yourself. 

This was the first time you’d ever worn anything this revealing around him. Usually, you wore loose-fitting clothes, so wearing a form-fitting gown was different. Something that had rendered him speechless. Which could be a good thing or a bad thing. That was something you didn’t care to find out about.

“Different,” you answered for him instead, gripping your clutch as you stepped out. “So, uhm, should we get going?”

“Of course.” 

That initial interaction had set the tone for your entire evening. The drive to the delicious restaurant was quiet with stolen glances. Ones solely focused on your hips and your thighs. You had hoped maybe things would settle down once you sat down to eat at the restaurant. But things only seem to progress into something more. Nanami’s eyes seemed to linger on other patrons at the restaurant who passed you by.

Maybe wearing this dress was a mistake. You felt exposed to your best friend in the entire world and anyone that passed by. You tried to focus on what Shoko had told you to envision when she pulled the dress from the back of your closet. 

‘You’re a badass sexy bitch, own it!’

Yeah, owning it wasn't something you’d ever been comfortable doing. You had been a little thicker than others the entirety of your life. Dealing with that, being called names has taught you how to conceal yourself. If you wore all black and hid your supposed flaws behind layers of clothes, you would worry about anyone staring at you, which is exactly what everyone was doing.

Having people glance you over made your stomach sour as you tried to enjoy your food. You wanted to play it cool and make it look like nothing was wrong, but your attempts didn't go unnoticed. Nanami could see how you shifted; a visible unease etched into your pretty features.

That unease had you hugging yourself as you walked to the theater. You had hardly said a word to each other, and the tension felt thick. While you felt uncomfortable showing off so much, Nanami was beginning to think maybe you weren't having a good time. That's the last thing he wanted, so as you climbed the stairs heading toward your seats, Nanami stopped, tasting at your back. 

Noticing he was no longer behind you, you stopped turning to look back at him. “Kento? Everything okay?” You tilted your head to the side, watching him look you up and down.

“No, l.” he quickly closed the small distance between you, gently grabbing your wrist and walking you to an empty part of the theater where no one was. “Everything isn't okay.” You opened your mouth to ask why he felt that way, but he beat you to it. “I'm sorry if asking you on this date has made things uncomfortable or weird for you.”

Date? 

Wait, Shoko was right?! This really was a date?! Electricity shot went down your spine as your mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. No words came to you as Nanami sighed shyly, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked away.

“I’m sorry; I don't want you to feel as though you have to do this to appease me. We can see the show as friends and act like this nev—”

“No!” You yelled out, grabbing his hand and holding it. “No! I want this to be a date! I-I thought we were—going as friends.”

Nanami’s face relaxed as he looked down at your hand gripping his. ”I guess I wasn't as clear with my intentions as I thought.” Honey-brown eyes trailed over your exposed skin. “But may I ask you a question?” You nodded. “What’s made you so distant tonight.”

“Oh, I just haven't—I don't normally dress like this.” you motioned down to the silk dress, hugging your curves in all the right places. “And, I—ugh, it's silly.”

“It's not silly if it’s coming from you; please tell me, talk to me.” 

“Well, you seemed stunned by my outfit. And you've been quiet all evening, staring at other people. So I thought maybe you were a bit embarrassed. I know I’m not the thinnest girl out there.”

In the blink of an eye, Nanami had you pushed against the nearest wall, out of sight from anyone who may pass you by. Both his large hands slammed against the wall on either side of your head, caging you in. You gasped, looking up to find a burning desire in his eyes that you had never seen before.

 

“Embarrassed? You seriously thought I was embarrassed?” His hand slowly trailed down your curves. “Darling,” he learned next to your mouth, the smell of wine and chocolate from dinner lingering on his breath. “I find you stunning. I'm more embarrassed by myself for letting my mind wander when it comes to how good you look in this dress. Do you know how hard it was to stop myself from gouging out the eyes of every man eye-fucking you at the restaurant?” 

You began panting as his hand trailed lower, teasing the exposed skin that peeked out from the slit in the dress. “T-That’s why you were glaring n-nngh.” Nanami hooked his hand under your thigh, lifting it to actress your sensitive skin more freely.

“Yes, I couldn't stand the way they were undressing you right in front of me.” The warmth of his fingers sent shivers throughout your body. “But I’m afraid to admit I’m not better than them.” 

“Oh, and why is that?” 

“Because I have wanted to do nothing more than kiss you since you opened your door this evening. Your curves, dress fit, and everything about you are stunning, no matter what you wear. But seeing you all dolled up for the first time had left me longing for you in primal ways.” 

You hooked your foot around the back of his thigh, watching his warm eyes grow wide as you grabbed his face, smashing your lips against his in a searing kiss. Nanami moaned, eyes fluttering shut as he dug his fingers into the fat of your thigh, squeezing and massaging it. The tender, careless feel of his lips against yours had you whining into his mouth as his tongue caressed your bottom lip. 

The kiss was searing, full of desire, as Kento found himself shamelessly rocking his hips against you, trying to close the thin layers of clothes between you. Each kiss, each careless set your skin ablaze with need, as the taste of chocolate and white wine felt like fermenting into an aphrodisiac. With each kiss, you fell deeper and deeper into the passion, leaving you feeling drunk.

Nanami broke the kiss, pulling back far enough that a string of saliva connected your lips. “T-That was unexpected.” He admitted, fingers trailing further up your leg.

“But was it good?”

“It was the best kiss I’ve ever shared with someone. So yes, it was unexpected but good.” The way Nanami’s hands roamed over you left you feeling overly sensitive as you gripped his upper arms. “You're so beautiful. God, I wish I could take you home and truly worship every inch of your body.” 

“Well, the show only lasts two hours.”

“Which is going to feel like a millennium when you're sitting next to me looking like some kind of goddess.”

“Goddess?” You mischievously grinned, running your hand slowly down his chest. “I like the sound of that.”

Nanami grinned, squeezing your thigh before leaning next to your ear. “After this show, can I take you back to my apartment and show my devotion to you? Worship your body as if it were your temple?” You moaned, melting like butter against his chest.

“Yes, god, I would love that.”

“Good, I‘ll be sure to worship you thoroughly.” 

Gojo Satoru:

Gojo had a problem with your butt, and that problem was that he was obsessed with it. Every time you reached for something, your best friend made it a point to grab a handful of your big ole booty and squeeze it, which didn't bother you. If anything, you were flattered that this six-three muscular man likes your ass. 

Because Gojo was gorgeous, with tufts of pristine white hair, cerulean eyes that reminded you of the blues oceans, and lashes you would kill for, having someone like him rubbing your ass was a cnficmsence booster. You adored him and knew deep down inside that adoration for him would never grow into something else because you were just friends, nothing more.

Because you were a curvy queen, and Gojo was a gym rat. It didn't matter if that butt squeezes and long hugs often left you fantasizing about a more romantic relationship with him. You could dream and fantasize about that as long as you wanted, but that reality probably would never come to be. 

But that wouldn't stop you from secretly praying and hoping for that reality to be manifested. 

Most of your girlfriends supported you both; they tried to get you to ask him out, while his friends felt the same way as yours. All of your friends could see you both getting together. But not everybody was as kind. 

“Hello, dearie!” You shifted the brown grocery bags in your arms as you turned to look at your elderly neighbor and her grandson getting on the elevator with you.

“Hi, how are you?” You smiled sweetly as the elevator began moving up to the fourth floor.

“Oh, we're doing great! Where’s that boyfriend of yours? The tall, handsome one.”

Hearing her call Gojo, your boyfriend, left you feeling butterflies as you shifted the bags again. “Oh, Toru? He’s at the gym, and we’re just—” Her grandson scoffed, shaking his head as he rolled his eyes 

“They're not dating grandma.”

 

“Oh, sure they are!” She grinned, tilting her head to look up at her rude grandson. “What even makes you say they aren't?”

“He’s fit and handsome, and she's got a fat ass and a gut.” 

You winced at the sting of his words as the elevator stopped on your floor. “Takashi!” Your neighbor snapped at the older man, rolling his eyes. “That was rude! She's a beautiful young woman, apologizes.” 

“Look, I’m sorry.” He shrugged as the three of you stepped off of the elevator. “I just know you ain't my type. I don't like,” he gestured over to you, “this.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean, I’m not into assholes myself.” You grinned sourly at the man before storming towards your apartment.

“Takashi!”

You ignored the pleading from your neighbor and the apologies she shouted. None of that shit mattered, not to you. You loved yourself and your body, and someday, you would find somebody who loved you for you. They would show up someday. 

While you did your absolute best not to let the comments from the jerk bother you, your heart still aches as you put away your groceries. You hated men like him. Men who found it necessary to point out a woman’s flaws, to put them down. 

It soured your mood, making you pout as you grumbled and shoved things in cabinets. You were fuming so much you barely heard the knock on your front or when the door unlocked courtesy of the spare key you had made. You didn’t realize anyone was there until hands grabbed your hips while loading the fridge. Fear rose in your throat as you began to scream, only to have a hand clasp over your mouth, silencing you. 

“Easy, sweetheart! It’s just me.” The smooth, almost sultry voice had you relaxing as Gojo chuckled warmly behind you, his hand pulling away from your mouth. “You listening to music or something?” He questioned, dropping his chin on your shoulder to examine your ears, finding no earbuds.

“No.” You bluntly stated before pulling away from your best friend and shutting the door.

“Oof, someone’s angry.” The warmth of your best friend followed you as he wrapped his arms around your waist, squeezing you as tight as he could. “Angry that you hadn’t seen me in a while~?” 

Your anger faded as the smell of clean linen and musk invaded your senses. You found yourself melting into his touch, tilting your head back to ring him, staring down at you with big sparkly eyes that glimmered with amusement. No matter your mood, Satoru always seemed to make you feel better

“I’m fine—it was just a crappy day.”

Gojo hummed, pressing his lips together as he swayed with you. “I’m sorry, Sweetie; what made it so bad?” You hesitated before groaning, knowing if you were to tell him the truth, it most likely would end with him doing something irrational. But you also hated lying to your best friend.

“It was just a lot of running around, going to the store.” You sighed. “Plus, I just haven’t been feeling good.”

In the flash of an eye, you were whipped around and turned to face Satoru, whose hand reached up to feel your forehead. “Are you okay?” He asked softly, continuing to think if you had a fever. “You aren’t dizzy? Feeling sick, are you?” Your cheeks burned, losing yourself in the concerned look in his eyes. 

“N-No, not like that, not like that at all.” 

Gojo pulled his hand away, dropping it to his side. “Okay, then, what’s wrong?” he asked, watching you carefully. That careful gaze had you frowning as you sighed.

“I feel a bit bad about myself.” When your best friend copped an eyebrow at you as if you were speaking another language, you sighed, smacking his arm playfully. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m having a hard time understanding why you feel bad about yourself.”

This time, you looked at him as if he was speaking some alien language. The man was cut out of a magazine. he was over six-feet tall had the most beautiful eyes, and he was handsome. There was no denying your best friend was good-looking. So, it only made sense that he wouldn’t understand how some people have insecurities about themselves. 

Gesture vaguely towards his body, moving your hand up and down as you focus on the mirror behind him. The last thing you wanted to make contact with him at the moment. Because he might not be secure about himself, he can read you like a damn book. 

“You wouldn’t understand what it’s like. You’re molded out of clay and given life by the gods themselves.” you moved your hand, gesturing to yourself. “I’m just curvy beyond all means. Unfortunately, not a lot of people are into that kind of thing. They don’t like a girl that’s bigger than them.”

Silence grew between you both as you tried to focus your attention on the mirror. Seeing him in such a state was shocking, but it was even more surprising to have him grab both your arms, squeezing them reassuringly.

Your mouth felt dry, and the room seemed to close in around itself as Gojo bent down closer to your height. In this situation, you weren't able to look away; Satoru made sure of that. You were stuck right where you stood, having to stare into the eyes of your best friend. 

“Who said that?” he asked, in a tone that could freeze hell over. 

“W-What?”

“I asked who said that load of bullshit to you so I can kick their ass.”

You flushed, shaking your head, not wanting him to beat up your neighbor's grandson, but the idea of it had you pressing your thighs together. Seeing your hesitant reaction left Gojo with a twisting sensation in his stomach. He knew something had been wrong when he wrapped his arms around you. Normally, you were touchy-feely, wanting to climb him like a tree, but today, you had been hesitant and standoffish, something he didn't like seeing you deal with. 

“It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Toru—it isn't that—”

He gave you a firm shake. “It is a big deal! Especially when somebody hurts you.” With a heavy sigh, you reached up gently, placing your hand on the upper arm. 

“Ugh, my neighbor thought we were dating, and I tried to tell her we weren’t, but her grandson beat me to it saying we aren’t dating. Because you're handsome, and I have a fat ass and a gut.”

“That—”

“I know its craz—”

“Motherfucker!” Gojo dropped his hands off your arms and growled, storming around the kitchen. You were too stunned to speak, just watching him closely as he grumbled and kept looking at the door that led out of your apartment, “I should kick his ass! I really should! That dick!” 

You blinked several times, watching as the white-haired man fumed. “W-Wait, you're angry about him saying that about me?” That got Gojo to stop as he turned to gawk at you. “What?! I'm just shocked you'd care about that; I thought you’d be more embarrassed over the face his grandma assumed we were dating.”  Your genuine shock and concern made Gojo grip the counter as he shook his head.

“The only person that doesn't think we're dating is you. Because God, I don't know how much more obvious I can be with you over the fact that I want to date you.”

“Y-You wanna date me?” You repeated back to him in stunned shock. “S-Since when?!”

“Since forever!” Gojo laughed out loud, shaking his head as he cock his brow at you. “I'm always over here, hugging you, telling you how much you mean to me. But every time I try to make a move, you toss me in the friend zone.

The words from your neighbor's grandson invaded your ears as Satoru stepped closer to you. “B-But I'm curvy, I have a gut!”

“And I love your curves and your tummy.” You stood still, allowing Gojo to cup your cheek gently. “Everything about you is perfect in my eyes. I wouldn't change a damn thing about you. Except for moving you away from that piece of shit.”

Your heart began to race at his confession, leaving you inching closer towards him. “Y-You're being serious right now. Are you not messing with me?” Gojo rolled his eyes so hard you could hear them roll into the back of his head.

“Sweetheart, I've been serious about you for years. You just were too blind to see that.” 

For all these years, you'd always thought that Satoru was just overly affectionate with you. Knowing there was a legitimate reason for him constantly caressing you and talking sweetly to you, all of your insecurities faded as you felt his eyes roaming over your skin. You could tell he was serious. He wanted you.

“Maybe you could be a bit more direct with me then.”

“Oh? You want me to be more direct?” 

Gojo wanted you to nod your head before he lifted you up and off the ground, placing you on the counter before kissing you deeply. Your eyes went wide at the sudden kiss, but you slowly found yourself melting into it, your hand gripping his tank top. You kissed him back with as much passion. Seeing that sort of expression, feeling your hands on him, only fueled the need in him. 

Gojo growled as he grabbed your thighs, kneading them with a groan as he seeped the kiss. “You’re so pretty, so damn pretty.” He whispered against your swollen lips. “All these other boys are stupid.” You moaned happily as he trailed his hand up further, sliding them. “Which I’m so thankful for.” He trailed kisses along your jaw with a sigh. “God, I really wanna beat his ass for making the prettiest girl in my world feel like that,” he pulled back, glancing back at the door. “I really should go beat his ass.” 

“I have a better idea” you grabbed his chin forcing him to look into your eyes this time. “How about you put your lips back on mine, and you kiss me and make up for lost time since I was so blind.”

Gojo grinned, picking you off the counter and carrying you to the couch, where he dropped you. He took a chance to look at all your beautiful curves. “God, you are so right.” He crawled on top of you, relishing in the way you whined and shivered. “We have lots of time to make up for, so you better clear your schedule because you are all mine until we’re both knocked out.” 

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marcus scribner x THICC male reader

summary: just marcus loving you like with his heart, soul, and FAT SCHLONG. slight feminisation - don’t kill me.

notes: LOVELIES! hope everyone is having a beautiful day. i wanted to let y’all know that i will be taking a lil break because it’s exam season. don’t be sad…because this means i have an entire summer of smutty content to write and catch up on! ps. each word in this fic is me being another squat closer to the fattest ass in the world. ENJOY!

ALSO! the met gala is tonight! my favourite event of the year, i might make a short rec…how do we feel about that?

song rec: ‘freak’ - victoria monét

marcus was well on his way to establishing a name for himself in hollywood. booking new roles, alongside his debut as a director, he was on track for a career that would rival his mentors. but if you were to ask him what his biggest achievement was, he would say being with you. the corny mf has actually reiterated his adoration multiple times during interviews, and the world is obsessed with how lovestruck he was. aside from being social media’s favourite young couple, you, yourself, had a blossoming career in fashion that meant you were styling your man to make sure he looked good for his press tours.

notoriously, you garnered a reputation for EATING UP on the carpet - zendaya being your only competition. this ain’t no exaggeration, but every time you’d step out, those fits would break the internet. thus, when the news dropped that you’d be attending the premiere with your boyfriend, all eyes would be on you - yet again. having you on his arm, instantly elevated his aesthetic. not that he ever saw you as some pawn too boost his career, you meant the world to him, but your beauty as his trophy wife made him even more palatable. usually, you’d have an entire glam team by your side cultivating your iconic, polished look. but, you and marcus had both been working so hard, to the detriment of your relationship, and so you decided to spend the night at his, agreeing to do all the glam yourself.

‘Y/N,’ Marcus bellowed from downstairs, putting on his rings, and spraying cologne onto his clothes. ‘baby, we gotta go.’

‘Y/N! over here! to the left! Y/N!’ a flurry of paparazzi screamed. ‘the body is TEA!’ one reporter exclaimed, making you laugh.

you graciously blushed. they weren’t wrong, your pear-shaped figure, defined abs, and toned arms were nothing short of a sculpted masterpiece. amidst the bbl allegations on twitter, and every tabloid claiming to have the secret to getting an ass as perfect as yours, YOU were the standard. a beautiful, androgynous mix of allure and charm. not even chris evans, america’s ass, said that you had the best glutes in the industry. it was a thing of wonder; something so many lusted for, and even more desired to have a piece of whilst having you in backshots. there were an array of wolf whistles from the public whenever you walked, swiftly followed by a gaggle of photographers snapping shots of your post-gym bawd.

marcus soon joined you on the carpet after finishing up on his interview. if the sensory overstimulation of flashes and cheers wasn’t enough, this was heightened when marcus snaked his arm around your lower back. whispering sweet nothings into your ear, spectators were foaming at the mouth by his public proclamations of love, hiding your blush from the world.

‘don’t be shy,’ he said lifting your chin to his face. ‘there’s that smile I love.’ the whole crowd was gushing, you could’ve cringed at how clingy he was being in public, but found his confidence to do so, all the more endearing.

one thing that you sly liked about marcus, was how he jealous he could get, so many of his friends and industry buffs would come up to talk to you during the interviews, coming up for hugs, and even though he trusted you, his need to protect had him riled. marcus had a great relationship with all of his co-stars and they all became such a family over the filming process. you being there made the family even stronger, embodying the role of MOTHERRR in more ways than one, and they all appreciated your kindness. always there to soften the stressful tones of your bf’s criticism.

you were particularly close with his friend from another project, and due to mutual management you spent a lot of time in the same spaces. he came up and hugged you from behind, before being whisked away to speak with another reporter. all but a few seconds, lasted an eternity, the worst kind, burned into the possessive psyche of your man.

moments passed and it was time for group pictures on the carpet. you and marc were dead center, with his large hands gripping you tighter than usual. you looked up to see he was scowling, ‘lighten up bubs.’ you giggled, to which your bf fixed his face - he could never stay mad when you were always there to calm his demons. not long after, the same face screw, that made his nose look so cute came back, as he remembered the voices of the media resounding in his head.

‘damn I’d hit that.’

‘Marcus is one lucky mf to be all up in dat pussy’

‘I bet the recoil on that thing is insane.’

it infuriated him to hear how the public spoke about you, as if you were some object, and not the kind person he grew so enamoured with. ‘I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you gon’ beg me for mercy.’ he whispered , breaking that veneer of respectability for a brief moment, squeezing your butt, then turning back to smile at the cameras. you’d never seen that side to him, it’d be a lie to say it didn’t turn you on.

throughout the screening, he made sure to let you know that all your teasing would soon be dealt with. the vulgar remarks were still plaguing him, and you knew you were about to be on the receiving end of it. literally.

‘upstairs.’ he said sternly,

the two of you started kissing, unbuttoning his shirt as he unbuckled your pants to free the globes of juicy flesh he loved so much. strewn across the floor, all fear of creasing the custom couture outfit you were wearing had disappeared - the overwhelming desire to make love to your boyfriend clouded your judgement.

you get down to business, kneeling to align your lips with his cock head. ‘don’t take this the wrong way.’ marcus sighed, urging you to stand up, so frail against how tall your man stood.

‘Y/N, i just wanna fuck right now.’

you knew how badly he needed this, and a part of you liked how desperate he was to be inside you. but it was bizarre, marcus loved watching you suck him off, getting him all lubed to plough your hole, almost as much as you loved gagging on his meat. nonetheless, you obliged, bending over as you had your knees on the edge of the bed, hole puckering at the chill of the air. marcus grabbed your left cheek, caressing and massaging your upper hip.

‘so fucking soft.’ he whispers against your skin, kissing at your taint. it was as if he snapped out of his love drunk trance, and was left a primal shell of himself. he practically ripped off your underwear, leaving your naked bodies to rub up on each other as he scrambled to find lube.

‘fuuuuuuuk’ he groaned.

his thick schlong fit like a glove in your inviting hole, slick from your desire and his precum.

‘damn i missed that boy pussy’ - LIES. that man combusts if he isn’t inside of you at least 4 times a week - wtf was there to miss? this sentiment made you smile at how whipped he was for you though.

his pace quickened. pulling his entire length out of you, except his bulbous tip, and spitting directly on your pussy to get you even more slick. ‘hear that baby,’ he praised the ‘mac n cheese’ sloppiness of your hole. ‘your pussy was made for me.’ he was right; most guys love skinny twinks because their petite butts made their tops’ look hung. despite the voluptuous curves you had, you were ample in both chest and derrière making average look like a micro penis inside you. all but marcus. he overpowered you in ways no other man could, his thick, girthy cock stretched you out in a way that blurred the lines between pain and pleasure. not to mention his length, during your first time he could barely fit half in without it feeling like he was stabbing your insides. but after some practice, you started taking him - ALL of him.

his grunts deepened. ‘practically begging me to cum inside that hole.’ gripping your hair up fucking you in doggy. style. marcus began leaving love bites on your neck, marking you for all to see. his big hand crossed to caress your childbearing hips. whoever said men can’t get pregnant must’ve never accounted for marcus’ determination. his dick wanted to make you a mother so badly, and nothing was going to stop him trying.

‘you can take it.’ he praises. ‘all. of. it.’ slamming into you with a bold rhythm on his final three words. and that you could. your hole was heaven for him. every time he would enter, your thick meaty globes would bounce like jelly on his lower abdomen, making marcus even more inclined to give you your reward. you moaned out in ecstasy, your bodies were made for one another.

‘who’s pussy is this?’ his grip on your neck became tighter, still allowing you to moan out in response, ‘it’s yours marky, all yours.’ fuck. you were whipped, almost as much as he was. ‘that’s right baby, moan for me.’

‘scream like the little bitch you are.’ you and marcus both enjoyed the passion of rough sex, but this was something you hadn’t ever seen in him before. he was a beast and you loved it, way more than you could ever admit. there was something sweet about the high you were on as you were being impaled by his dick.

particularly, he relished in hearing your slutty cries, ‘music to my fucking ears.’ praising you ‘my pretty little slut, fuck yeah, you want my load.’

‘fuck yeah marc, give it to me please.’ you screeched, loving how hard he was clapping your cheeks.

‘shiiiiiiit, baby, fuuuuuck.’ he spouted, spilling his pearliness into your pussy. he used his thumbs to kneed the dough around your hips, losing himself in the bakery he so enjoyed visiting every morning for breakfast.

gently, he collapsed on top of you, still inside the warmth of your flesh. after a gentle make out sesh, cockwarming your boyfriend until he was soft, your bf brushed up against you. massaging your thick thighs, marcus tended to the bruises he gave, kissing them reassuringly. you ushered him to lay his head between your pecs, as he put his entire body weight onto you. he sighed deeply, feeling safe in your warm embrace. ‘marc, is everything okay?’ you stroke his face, as your fingers laced into his curls. he snickered groggily, ‘shouldn’t i be asking you the same thing?’ - a fair question because he litch just wrecked your shit. ‘real, but we both know that in a couple hours i’ll be fine.’ a silence filled the room, concern brewing in your heart. you played with his ear, knowing how he becomes putty in your hands. ‘fuuuuuck, you ain’t gon’ stop unless i talk, right?’ you kept quiet, trailing the tips of your fingers on his lobe. he sighed deeply, ‘i just get so possessive over you.’ his last words muffled by your ample bosom as he came to the realisation that the press’ words got to him more than he thought.

sitting up, marcus exhaled deeply. ‘i can’t even blame them for ogling, you’re so beautiful.’ ‘but u ain’t an object, and i hate that people treat you like that.’ you caressed his cheek with a loving care. ‘call it jealousy, possession, toxic - I don’t care. you’re all mine.’ marcus always felt the need to take care of what was his, doing better than what he had seen throughout his childhood.

you had an idea, trailing your fingers down his torso, circling his belly button, ‘why don’t you show me again?’ whispering into his ear as he breathed out in pleasure.

you kissed his cheek, before slowly massaging his dick tip, ‘how much do you love me.’

marcus turned you over. stroking and licking his ear, y’all were so intimate. he held onto the grooves of your waist, fucking into you slowly, marking your neck with his saliva.

‘you’re such a dream to me Y/N,’ he always had a way with words that made you smile like a school girl. ‘I was so selfish before, you didn’t even come.’ you always placed marcus’ pleasure above your own, but he was never satisfied with just brutalising your hole. he needed you to enjoy taking his dick, just as much as he enjoyed gaping your hole.

‘guess I’ll have to fuck another load in, to get one out of you.’ he joked, sucking on the sweet skin of your plump ass.

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Yo! I'm in love with your writing 😍 I hope you have a nice day

Btw can we get how all of the lookism men (and htf if it okay) would react dating/crushing on reader with big 3? (Huge tits, thick thighs and big ass). Please I'm begging you 😭🙏

lmao. semi-related: lookism hc - boobs, ass, thighs or...? Sorry anon, this is probably a lot less spicy than you were hoping, or maybe I'm too delulu with how gentlemanly some of these idiots are.

Lookism/HTF crushing on 'Big 3'

DGAF

Beauty is fine. But beauty fades and there needs to be something else there. You're never gonna turn their head with just a tight bod. They would notice something like your smile first, your wit and intelligence, your fighting prowess rather than your figure.

Zack Lee: Ride or die, loyal to a tee. Your body is just a tiny part of your overall package. In fact, feel free to lose your corporeal form. It doesn't make a difference to Zack, he will love you all the same.

DG/James Lee: He's one of the hottest, most sought after idols in South Korea. He has seen a lot of bodies. There needs to be something below the surface for his interest and attention to truly take hold.

Gun Park: Ok fine, but what can you actually do with that body? (Heh. Intepret that how you will...) If the body is just for show, then Gun is not going to be impressed. Follow it up with fighting skills and talent then this man is swooning. And also moves into the pure pest category.

Seong Taehoon: Classic friends to lover. As a friend he barely takes note of your figure. He's not blind. He knows you have a great body but this guy is a bit of a romantic, no matter how cringe he thinks that is. He'll be attracted to your personality traits, your loyalty, your kindness. Your body can be whatever. If he's fallen for you, then it's not going to make a huge difference to him.

+ Daniel Park, Jay Hong, Eli Jang, Warren Chae, Sinu Han, Xiaolong, Hudson Ahn, Kwak bros, Jason Yoon, Jerry Kwon, Baek Seongjun, Ji Yeonwoo, Seo Haesu

Doesn't even notice... at first.

"What do you mean 'huge tits, thicc thighs, big ass' on Y/N? Huh?" Once they notice, they cannot stop looking. Tries to go for a sneaky glance all the time. Puts up some pretence of being a gentleman but bro is too weak for the curves.

Jake Kim: Will absolutely notice the way your eyes light up first, how your smile warms his heart. Sure, sure. This man may play it cool(ish), but once he notices your body - it drives him wild. Finds it hard to concentrate with you around. Finds it even harder to concentrate without you around as his imagination runs wild. "Sorry Jerry, can you repeat that?"

Vasco Tabasco/Johan Seong: Thinks they are being subtle with their glances. They are not. Especially if you consider the way their face lights up bright red anytime they check you out. And if you catch them, then you can literally see them shrivel up and die before your eyes in real time.

+Jace Park, Lineman, Brad Lee, Han Wangguk, Kim Munseong

Pure pest

These guys will not keep their hands off you. Public decency be damned. The kind of bastard that will tell others to "GET A ROOM" even if they're the ones being completely inappropriate. Better keep a leash on them if you're not into being an exhibitionist.

Goo Kim: The body is a bonus. Nevertheless, it's a pretty big bonus. You will be spoiled to high heavens with clothing that this pervert likes to see you in. Figure skimming, curve hugging. Assuming you're comfortable with it. Don't be mistaken though, Goo likes seeing you in these clothes but he believes in dressing for yourself as much as for anyone else.

Samuel Seo: the most reserved out of these terrible four. He has appearances to keep up, and cares about propriety... to an extent. But will always keep a hand on your thigh or your ass. A way to claim what is his, if you will. Once he gets you on his own, his hands are roaming.

+Vin Jin, Ryuhei Kuroda

[princessmisery666]

Please don't leave. Jensen Ackles and reader

Please Don't Leave

Summary: Friends to lovers to friends, that can work, right? 

Warnings/Genres/Troupes: angst, fluff, Jensen in his thicc Soldier Boy era (that’s a warning in itself!)

W/C: 4.3k

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki. Small Parts/Mentioned: Karl Urban, Jack Quaid, Gen Padalecki.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Notes: For the purpose of this fic, Jensen is not and never has been married. 

A/N: This drabble got way out of hand. 

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch // any mistakes belong to me.

Graphics: Title card Jensen photo credit - https://twitter.com/_AlanaKing_ Soldier Boy image from Variety. Fly video belongs to me.

Master Lists: Dean Winchester // Main // Made Up Fic Titles

“Help me understand,” you implore. 

The first domino to set off the chain reaction was in the form of a famous and beautiful actress, Mae Nova, sliding into Jensen’s DM’s—a  very detailed offer with an accompanying photo that you saw by no fault of your own. How is irrelevant. Why is the issue. Why didn’t he delete it or immediately set her straight? 

“You’re the one that wanted this, Jay,” you say when he remains silent. “You're the one who pursued me, convinced me we should try and turn the ten years of friendship into something more.” 

“I know.” He sighs, pushing a hand through his longer hair. “And I don’t regret a second of the last six months we’ve been together…” he doesn’t say it; however, the ‘but’ demands attention like a flickering light.

“But you're having second thoughts?” 

“No!” he denies vehemently, finally looking you in the eye. “Don’t put words in my mouth.” 

“Well, one of us has to!”

He shakes his head, exhaling loudly. “I’m sorry,” he repeats, sounding like a broken record. His heart rate is running high, and his chest heaves with every breath, but his vocabulary appears to be running low.

You tsk, fighting back a scathing comment about needing a script writer to make him talk. But it wouldn’t be fair. He’s not a man who runs from his emotions. He’s just trying to make sense of it all like you are. You have to remind yourself he’s not Dean Winchester. He doesn’t look much like him anymore either; longer hair, beard growing almost wildly, no plaid in sight in the Soldier Boy wardrobe at the back of the fancy trailer. 

Is that where the lines blurred? Working together for so long on Supernatural, have you both confused the other for your characters and their feelings toward the other?

“You can stop saying your sorry. I forgive you,” you say, and he turns a watery gaze your way. It almost breaks your resolve, but you realize it’s down to you to be the strong one. “I just need to understand why? Why didn’t you reply and tell her you're in a relationship? You’ve done it a hundred times before.”

“I don’t know.”

To make matters worse, Mae had landed a role on The Boys and would be working alongside Jensen.

“Jensen, you spent fifteen years of your life devoted to Supernatural, ten of those with me around. I think you were scared of the end, afraid of losing such a big part of yourself.” 

“I was,” he agrees, in a whisper as if you speaking the words is the reason for his realization of it being the truth.

“Maybe us being together was a knee-jerk reaction?” you suggest, “a way to cling onto the past.” You take a deep breath, and your chest tightens as if begging yourself not to say the next part. “Maybe you need a clean break, see what the world looks like without Supernatural… without me.” 

“What? No.” He looks offended but can’t hold eye contact and doesn’t offer anything further.

You can’t keep going around in circles, so you make a decision, sitting down at the small table and firing up your laptop.

“What’re you doing?” he asks, rushing to look over your shoulder, perhaps worried you’ll take it upon yourself to reply to the woman. “Searching for flights back home?” Jensen says, panic clear in his tone. Harshly he slams the laptop shut, and you look up at him. “You can’t leave.”

“Give me a reason to stay.” 

“Me, us!” he yells, “we can work this out.” 

You stand up and gently press your lips to his. Jensen’s hand automatically goes to the small of your back, guiding you around the chair to better press himself against you.

The kiss is natural and unhurried, but there’s too much tension in his body, and you know it’s because he feels it, too. This is your last kiss. 

A little breathless, you pull back. “I don’t wanna fight, Jensen.” 

“Me neither.” 

“So let me be the bad guy,” you say, heart aching but trying to hold it together. “Let me walk away before the wound is too big to save our friendship.”

He grimaces as if tasting something bitter but nods once, “I’m sorry.”

It’s been a long day. All Jensen wanted to do was take a shower and crash, but Karl convinced him to go for dinner with the cast and crew. 

The conversation is light, everyone enjoying their food and making small talk. It’s nice enough, but it’s incomplete because you're not there. 

He wishes it was you beside him instead of Mae. The seating arrangements have no rhyme or reason. It just happened that way. But still, he almost resents that she’s the one next to him. So much has happened in the weeks since he last saw you. He wants to share it all with you, and wants to know how you are - if you’re struggling with his absence as much as he is with yours. 

“Okay there, Ackles?” Jack asks, “You're a world away.” 

“Yeah,” he lies, sitting up straighter and smiling. “Just thinking…” 

Karl must know the look of a man missing his significant other because he asks, “About your girl?”

“Yeah,” Jensen admits, sighing heavily. He hasn't told anyone you broke up, and there’s been no speculation in the tabloids.

“Tell us about her. You never did tell us about your first date,” Jack says, “we all know you met on Supernatural, but not the story of your first date.” 

Jack’s an awesome guy, sweet and kind, he doesn’t know the reminder is like a kick in the teeth, but Jensen obliges. 

Jensen hurried across the lot, a coffee in each hand, the brown paper bag containing two cinnamon rolls dangling from his mouth. He was late, and Jared would give him shit for it, but it would be worth whatever Jared threw at him if it improved your morning.

Your latest Instagram post was a photo of a fly swimming in your coffee with the caption: “It was my last coffee pod. This just topped off a crappy weekend😭. #HappyMonday”. You were one hundred percent a coffee snob. You made it in a particular way using a fancy - and stupidly expensive - machine. You wouldn’t settle for the coffee on set. You’d rather go without. However, Jensen knew when you didn’t get her morning beverage, you’d be grumpy all day, and he hated to see you without a smile.

He headed for the makeup trailer, knowing that’s where you’d be. He kicked the bottom of the door gently as a way of knocking, then waited. 

He didn’t expect Jared to be the one to open it. He wasn’t due in makeup for another half-hour, but his lanky frame filled the space of the open door. “Look who decided to show up,” Jared jeered playfully. 

“Shut up,” Jensen mumbled around the bag, walking past him.

You were already there, looking through clothes on the rack, but stopped to smile at him. “Morning, Jay.”

“Here,” he said, handing over the coffee that was for you. “Hi, hey, morning.”

Confusion wrinkled your brow, but you took it. “Um, thanks.” 

“I saw your Instagram, and I know how cranky you get without your coffee, and you said you had a shit weekend, so I wanted to try and make it better,” Jensen vomited words without thinking. “I don’t like seeing you upset, and you’ve been down a lot lately, and I just thought maybe this would help, some, a little, maybe.” Breathlessly he shrugged and prayed the floor would open up and swallow him.

Your smile beamed, and you lifted the cup to your nose, inhaling the aroma, and hummed contentedly, “Mmm. You even got my order right,” you said and stepped closer to him to place a kiss on his cheek.

“That’s cause you're always posting about it on social media,” quipped Jared.

You tutted, rolling your eyes at your co-star but kept your eyes locked on Jensen. Dropping back down from your tiptoes, you said, “Thank you for this. It means a lot that you thought of me.”

“It’s nothing,” he lied. It was everything, and as your kiss dried on his cheek, it reminded him of your evening plans. “I know you’ve got a long day ahead, especially with your date later.”

As part of a charity event, you had agreed that they auction off a date with you. The auction had been silent, so you had no idea who had hired you for the night. Though the studio had assured you they had vetted the winner, you’d asked that he and Jared be in the bar next door in case of emergency.

“Oh god,” you groaned, “don’t remind me. I wish I never agreed to that stupid silent auction.” 

“Ah, don’t be such a downer,” Jared said, winking. “You never know. He might be the man of your dreams.”

Oh god, I hope not. Jensen thought. He’d already had to watch you be in a relationship with Chad, a man who neither deserved you nor treated you well. He couldn’t bear to watch you be with someone else again. He wanted to be next in line, and he would treat you as you should be, like a Queen. He just needed to work up the courage to tell you.  

“I doubt it,” you sighed, and Jensen swore your eyes flicked to him and away again. “Besides, who said it’s a man who hired me?”

“C’mon, you two,” Zara, the makeup artist, said, waving them toward the door, “out! I’ve got to get this one ready.”

Amongst a chorus of goodbyes, Jared and Jensen left. “What is it with you when you’re around her?” Jared asked as soon as the trailer door was closed. “You’re a bumbling idiot, and she’s starting to notice.”

“What?” 

“Yeah, she asked me what’s wrong with you. Thinks she’s done something wrong ‘cause you either avoid her or barely speak to her.” 

“I know, man,” Jensen groaned, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Ever since you put it out there that we could be more than friends, I can't stop thinking about it. I don’t want to blurt it out at the wrong time, so I try to be careful about what I say, but I just end up tripping over myself.”

Jared clapped him on the back, “You just need to fake some of that Dean Winchester confidence.”

“Maybe.” 

“You better find a way to be around her ‘cause you’ve got a date with her tonight.”

“What?” 

“The silent auction,” Jared explained, “I paid for the date with her for you.”

“Jared, what? No!”

“I think Gen will have an issue if I show up for a date with her, and are you really going to leave her sitting on her own?”

“No, but Jared, I can’t,” Jensen panicked, “I’m going to make a fool of myself.” 

“You’re an actor. Just act normal.” Jared suggested before walking off.

Seeing you through the restaurant window, Jensen wanted to hug Jared so tight to thank him he’d crack a rib. But he also wanted to punch him so damn hard in the arm it’d be limp for a week. Why had he agreed to this? Okay, he hadn’t agreed. He’d totally freaked out, drank two beers, took three shots of whiskey, and then forced himself into the waiting car.

He was going to mess this up. He knew it. He was a fumbling, mumbling idiot around you, and dread settled firmly in his gut as he watched you scanning the menu. He regretted the whiskey and allowing Jared to talk him into this. 

He swore he was having an out-of-body experience as his feet took him closer to you. You glanced up when he got to the side of the table, and your face glowed with a smile. “Come to check in on me?” you asked, rising and pulling him into a hug. 

He held you a little tighter than he usually would, savoring the moment before releasing you and taking a seat. “Not exactly checking up on you,” he said, “this wasn’t my idea, but Jared brought you for me.” 

“What?”

“The silent auction, Jared was the highest bidder.” 

Confusion took over your features. “Why would he do that? I mean not that I’m not grateful, I’d much rather be here with you, but I don’t understand.” 

He realized it was now or never. “‘Cause he knows how I feel about you,” he admits, holding his breath for a reaction. 

“Care to elaborate?” you ask after a long silence.

“The truth is, I like you... a lot.” 

“I like you too.” 

“No,” he shook his head, “you don’t get it. I cherish our friendship and don’t want to lose it, but it's more than that. My feelings for you go beyond friendship, and I want to see if we could be more.” 

“I was so nervous,” Jensen chuckles. “I felt like I was auditioning for the rest of my life.” he contemplates it for a moment, “maybe I was.” 

“Well then, it’s good she reciprocated,” Karl laughs. 

“It took her a minute,” Jensen remembers, “but yeah, she came around.”

Your phone rings as you slot the key into your door’s lock. You’re juggling coffee, a pile of scripts to read, dry cleaning, and a bag of groceries. You have no hope of answering without dropping everything, so leave it to ring. You assume it’s Jared checking in on you after seeing the photos on TMZ. Jensen and Mae were pictured at a restaurant in Ontario. 

The phone stops as you enter the kitchen and set everything down on the countertop. 

Gen had already checked in to make sure you were okay, and you’d been anticipating a call from Jared to yet again invite you out to the set of Walker to meet one of the crew he was insistent you’d “hit it off with.” You’d politely declined, having already been on a date that had been pleasant and ended with a goodnight kiss, but you’d told the Padalecki’s it had left you feeling guilty as if you were cheating on Jensen. You needed time to let that feeling pass and allow the wound to heal completely.

You set about emptying the bags of groceries, and your phone rings again. You shuffle the contents of your bag, looking for the device, sure that it will cut off to voicemail before you find it. 

“Hello,” you answer, pressing it to your ear. 

“Hey.” 

Jensen’s voice freezes you to the floor, and you hold your breath. It’s been more than a month since you left him in his trailer, and you’ve only exchanged a few text messages. Why is he calling now? Does he want to be the one to confirm that he and Mae are together?

He says your name when your silence stretches. 

“Um, yeah. Hey, hi,” you say, clearing your throat to rid yourself of the shock.

“You sound out of breath,” he notes, “is this a bad time?” 

“No, no, I just wasn’t expecting it to be you,” you explain, “caught me off guard.”

“Who were you expecting?” he asks, sounding accusatory.

“Jared,” you sneer, unable to stop the ire you feel.

“Sorry,” he says, and the apology tightens your jaw with the frustration it evokes. “I should have called sooner.”

“I haven’t called you either.” 

No one is to blame for the lack of communication. You both needed some space, so you were both right not to call. 

Neither of you speaks for a moment, and you debate whether to tell him you're busy so you can end the call and be done with the awkwardness. But he obviously put his awkwardness aside to call, so you might as well rip the stitches out and reopen the wound if that's what this is about. 

“Why are you calling now?”

“I need you to know that me and Mae aren’t together,” he says, firm and direct. 

You try to interrupt, “Jensen, it’s fine.” but he determinedly continues. 

“The picture they posted was cropped,” he explains. “The whole cast and some of the crew were there. The photo made it look like it was just the two of us, and that’s not the truth.”

“Even if it was, it’s okay.” It’s not okay, and from the moment you saw it, you’ve felt nauseous. Still, you assure him, “You’re free to do what you want. You don’t owe me an explanation.” 

He sighs, and you can hear the scowl in his tone, “It’s important to me that you know.”

You think it’s sweet that he’s taking the time to explain himself, even if it’s not what you expected. But Mae was never the problem. The situation she presented only shone a light into the crack that you had both been ignoring. Yet the information that Jensen has shared is a welcomed relief in the wake of the storm, but it’s just the eye. More questions are coming, questions that will likely only cause more hurt and confusion.

“Why?” you ask, “why do you want me to know?” 

“Because I wanted it to be you next to me…” he pauses. 

You're not sure if he wants you to say something or read between the lines, but you can’t let yourself trust the spark of hope that jabs your heart like a pinprick. 

“Even if we’re just friends,” he adds. 

That pinprick pierces the thin shell you’d managed to build, and it feels like a thousand jagged pieces of glass lacerate your heart, and you chew your top lip to stop the emotion from escaping in a sob.

There’s a loud bang on his end of the line, and someone calls out, “We’re ready on set, Mr. Ackles.” 

“I gotta go,” he says. 

“Okay,” you say, and immaturely add, “Bye, buddy,” before hanging up. 

The party has been a monumental success. You helped Gen, along with a professional party planner, to pull it off.

“So you really had no idea?” You ask Jared once everyone seems to have greeted him and wished him a very happy fortieth birthday. Technically it's not his birthday for another four hours, but the surprise party had needed that early element to make sure it went off without a hitch. 

“None,” Jared says, smiling. “I was fully prepared to fly home tomorrow to spend my birthday with Gen and the kids. I was looking forward to it, actually. I didn’t want a big fuss,” he chuckles, looking around the room, “but I’m glad you helped Gen make a fuss. It’s nice to see all the old faces.”

“Not all of them,” you note sourly, commenting on Jensen’s absence. “He wanted to be here, but you know how tight filming schedules can be.”

“I know,” he nods with a tight, sad smile. “It would have been good to see him. For me, at least.” 

“Don’t.” 

“It’s my birthday. I’m allowed,” he teases.

“It would have been nice to see him,” you agree before Jared can start in on the lecture. “I think. I don’t know. It’s weird and painful, and maybe I'm better off not seeing him until it’s not weird and painful.” 

He laughs, pulling you into a hug. “Sounds like you have it all under control.”

“Absolutely.” 

You mingle with old friends from Supernatural and new friends from the Walker set. The crew member, a camera operator named Vince, is as cute as Jared promised him to be, and you find yourself tucked in a corner talking with him as the night continues.

You hear the cheerful reunion before you see it. People applaud and shout greetings as Jensen crosses the room and embraces Jared in a tight hug. They hug for a long time, whispered words exchanged between brothers, and you see Jared’s eyes tear up. His night is complete now that Jensen is here. 

A few people greet Jensen with hugs and shakes of his hand, but his eyes never seem to focus on them. He distractedly looks around them and seems disappointed when he sees the next person waiting to greet him.

You mostly manage to keep your focus on Vince, but you can see Jensen in your peripheral. You don’t react, but you notice when he finds you. He stares for a long moment, maybe hoping you’ll feel his eyes on you and look at him, but you don’t, and he doesn’t approach.

You're doing nothing wrong, but an uneasiness sneaks up on you. It’s not that you feel like you're somehow betraying Jensen. It’s that you're betraying yourself by denying how you feel. It wouldn’t be fair to start anything with anyone new right now. They’d be a rebound. 

Vince seems to notice your focus has shifted and politely parts ways with you.

You spy Jensen across the room, catching up with Brianna, and head for the bar, needing something more potent than wine to make it through the rest of the night.

If possible, Jensen seems to have grown broader, arm muscles bulky beneath the material of his shirt, and you're definitely a fan of the Soldier Boy look. He looks good with a now-trimmed beard and long hair. The sight sends an ache of loneliness through your chest, remembering how it felt to be wrapped in those arms. 

A shot turns into two, and when the bartender steps away to refill your wine glass, you feel the air next to you shift. You don’t have to turn to see who it is, the cologne gives him away, and as it arrests your senses, he nudges his shoulder into yours. The familiar heat of his body makes your chest tighten. You so desperately want to turn and embrace him, but you know your fragile emotions would crumble under the weight. 

“Whiskey, neat,” he tells the bartender, his voice deep and gruff. He turns his body towards you, one arm resting on the bar, and you sip your drink, silently wishing it was hard liquor again instead of wine.

“Hey,” he says when you don’t look at him.

“Hi,” you respond blandly.

“How are you? You look good.”

“So do you. Really. You look incredible,” you say, without actually looking him in the eyes. 

“I hate having to do the diet and exercise thing, though,” he chuckles, “it was so much easier when all I had to do was wear flannel.”

You laugh, but it's bittersweet because everything was easier when he was wearing flannel. “How’s it all going? Stepping into the shoes of a new character?”

“Daunting, but fun.” Jensen talks, and you do all you can to listen and engage but can’t bring yourself to fully meet his eyes.  

He says your name so delicately it feels like a caress that sends a shiver through you. You close your eyes and know what he’s asking before he pleads, “Please look at me.”

His eyes have always been mesmerizing, and you know if you gaze into them, the spell will be cast, and there will be no escaping him, even when he’s miles away again. He waits for a beat, but your eyes remain firmly shut, and he closes the space between you, demanding attention. 

His exhale wafts through your hair. It’s too close because it's not close enough, and you feel the heartache rising in your chest.

“It was good to see you, Jensen,” you flash a smile in his general direction, picking up your glass.

“Wait,” he says, grabbing your wrist as you turn your back to him. “Don’t leave.”

You freeze in place and turn to look at his hand cuffing your wrist. Slowly you raise your gaze from his hold to his face, preparing yourself for the enchantment of his eyes, but his sad expression is downcast. His chest heaves with a deep breath before he finally looks at you, despondence turning to tentative hope.

“I know I should have said it back then, but I’m saying it now.” His voice is nearly a whisper beneath the muted conversation and ambient music, but it’s clear as a bell to your ears. “Please, don’t leave.”

You turn back to face him, and he takes two deep breaths before he finds the words.

“The last couple of months, I’ve been miserable without you.” He admits, “I’ve had to fight myself to eat, to work out, to do anything that didn’t involve staying in my trailer with a bottle of whiskey. I know that things are weird, but I realized my hesitance had nothing to do with the ending of Supernatural. Yes, I was scared. But I was scared of how easy it was with you, how much I cared for you, how quickly I realized that I am head over heels in love with you.”

You choke out his name as tears well in your eyes, and he steps forward to swipe the first droplet from your cheek.

“I was ready to tell you I’m in love with you, and you were booking flights home,” the heartache of the reminder dims the light behind his eyes, and he drops his gaze to battle whatever emotion he’s feeling. “That scared me more than anything. I didn’t want to say it in the heat of the moment or on the phone, and I was terrified you didn’t feel the same. It doesn’t matter if you don’t. I need you to know that I love you.”

You don’t have words, unexpectedly wishing you had a script so you don’t say something stupid. Then, just as surprisingly, you realize you don’t need words. You take a half step forward and kiss him. Jensen responds immediately, a hand caressing your cheek and drawing you closer as the other slips around your waist to tug you flush against him. 

You tangle your fingers in his hair, and he groans into your mouth. His kiss gets you drunker than any alcohol ever could, and after a moment that could have been a minute or an hour, you feel lightheaded. 

Jensen chases you as you pull back, placing swift kisses on your lips and pressing his head against yours.

“Damn, I’ve missed you,” you sigh.

“Well, don’t get used to it,” he says, “I’m never letting you leave me again.”

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Master Lists: Dean Winchester // Main

[arcticsilver]

Goobers! These are my designs for Tord and Edd from Eddsworld!

Tord hc info:

Trans Masc! Before he left that gang he was always binding with binders and the only one who really knew was Edd(I wish I was that passing *sobs*)

*sigh* Miku Binder,,,

WHATS THE DEAL WITH ME AND RED COLORED CHARACTERS WITH HORRENDOUS MULLETS

Second shortest!

Can fit anyone's clothes

Inverted triangle body shape(wide sholders, thinner hips)

Thick calves

HIP DIPS‼️(just like my beautiful husband🛐)

Sometimes wears platforms to have a little more height than Tom

Edd hc info:

Cis Man, doesn't mind They though!

Tallest boi

Literally pitbull energy, I mention this all the time (he's my boy *holds*)

Can't share clothes, too big :(

Happy trail haver <3

Built like a box

Equal parts thicc and muscle

Gives best hugs

《Song》 Hug all your Friends - Cavetown

[bakusquad-101]

Mina Ashido Headcanons

- I feel like her quirk would turn off i don’t know but it just seems right! (She’s black this is canon idc)

- She has curly hair , it’s very bounce , she has this pink bonnet with pretty stars on it (Denki sometimes steals it ,rip)

- Plays volleyball & track , it’s canon (horokoshi said she’s athletic)

- Sweetest girl ever , literally it’s rare to see her mad or upset (although she cries a lot in the anime

- Very energetic , jumps on all her friends ever time she seems them , everyone has gotten use to her doing this

- Life of the party , she always gets everyone hyped(canon)

- She doesn’t know what she likes and doesn’t know how to , many people had crushes on her , but she can’t seem to find love for her , she’s had crushes but she just can’t find herself to date (canon)

- she’s thicc (IVE ALWYAS HAD THIS THOUGHT FOR A WHILE NOW , it just makes sense..like Ochako she thicc as well 😛)

- Her and Denki are besties , literally, they doing everything together,they definitely make youtube videos together ,mainly pranks or food thing.

-She has her own personal TikTok which has like 590k+ , she does dance tutorials and like daily things , her favourite thing to do is her gmrw, she loves to show people how she gets ready at the dorm (at first the schools didn’t allow them to have TikTok because of safety but eventually let them,know one knows how she gotten so popular but she also popular at school too)

- fashionista

- reads bl , just for fun when she’s bored (she find them amusing)

- she’s that one TikTok girl that was like “when he starts looking at another girl” and it says “but I’m no better than any man”

- does all the boys hair (only when they ask), she always pops denki with a comb when he whines and moves around a lot , bakugou doesn’t move only when she’s parting it(you can’t tell me his hair isn’t crunchy),Kirishima is no better , instead of him complaining and whining it’s Mina ,he’s hair is so clumped and matted it literally took her all day to wash all the gel in his hair,Sero is the easiest since he actually knows how to take care of it,bakugou also , he just goes to hair when he having trouble with it).

- bakusquad is always protective over her , especially when her quirk is off , she’s so beautiful , so she get hits on a lot but she can handle herself ofc but their just their…(waiting to attack)

- definitely sleeps in bakugou room to annoy him , one time bakugou was walking to his room half way asleep not knowing Mina was trailing behind him the whole time , bakugou got in the bed and felt pressure on the other side of the bed , once he looked over he saw a the grinning smile on her face , he didn’t kick her out but complained for like 2 hours and she’s just their listening to him yap and babble as she falls asleep right there left side on his bed and he’s still yapping.

- Her and Sero go out to get supplies for the dorm and her hair , they always end up at a gaming store or a clothing store.

- Kirishima always goes to her when needs to vent (not like that…) but she knows how he gets , she best at comforting too! , their also besties , she always looked up to him but little did she know Kirishima was her 1# admirer.

- When she was younger she watched girls kissing (don’t ask me why , I just know she did)

note : this was fun to make , “why isn’t none of the other girls in this” , this is a bakusquad page , everything it gonna be about the bakusquad </3

- Other versions will come out tomorrow I just really wanted to make this since I haven’t been on here for a while and I miss my favourite girl!

- Hope you liked this , some of this stuff was just in my mind for a while , have you guys watch season 7 yet…?

[publishedloveletters]

Jesus was the coolest kid in school. Hot, charming, everything a girl and/or guy could ever want. His flowing brown hair highlighted his silk white robe, his eyes glittered like a beautiful fountain on a clear, sunny day. Once you looked at him, you could never unsee that guy and his intense beauty. Seriously, he was so thicc and muscular, you would think about him for days on end. And, and, get this, his dick was so fucking long, that if you squinted, you could probably see it rubbing against his stainless white outfit. His tits were the biggest in the school, even bigger than Big Titty Waifu’s, who was literally known for her massive honkers. Girls and boys alike would swoon over his muscles, his grace, his beauty, everything about this guy was perfect in their eyes. Couples would split within days, friends always fighting over him, everybody was in a frenzy when he was near. Jesus may’ve been a pretty outgoing guy, but soon enough, he started to resent the attention, having to dodge people in the hallways, knowing that these people only liked him for how he looked. However, not everybody had the same mindset. His best friend, Danny DeVito, befriended him through the means of the internet. They talked for hours a day, and fell asleep on the phone together. Jesus had fallen in love after a while, and thought maybe Danny felt the same, due to the fact that they had always flirted with each other as a joke. Soon enough, Danny moved to his neighborhood after being kicked out of the house by his big, angry, sugar daddy, Sonic, and started attending his high school, Elmo’s Concentration Camp. Weird name, I know, but fuck you, don’t judge Elmo like that, HE’S TRYING HIS HARDEST- Anyway, back the point. When Danny DeVito had first seen Jesus, he was, of course, very surprised. He had seen selfies before, but cameras make everything look like shit, unless you know how to edit. However, Danny didn’t speak to Jesus like he was some god that needed to be worshipped, despite him actually being just that. Oh, right, I forgot to mention that. Jesus’ father, God, was this big, powerful man who could literally ruin your life in a heartbeat. Despite being an omnipotent, ominicient, business-driven dickhead, he was overprotective and tried to beat up anybody who tried to hit on Jesus. Jesus, would of course, be cliche and feel embarrassed when his father would kill the parents of a girl that asked him to go on a date with her. However, that’s besides the point. Danny DeVito treated him like he wasn’t God’s son, but like he was just a normal guy with a normal life, which was what Jesus wanted more than anything. However, he soon got this wish when a new teacher had arrived, just not in the way he wanted.

NO MORE WATTPAD SHAWTY. ILL SCREAM. I WANTED TO FORGET ABOUT THIS/j

[millysakamaki34]

Just talking about my OCS. MINORS DNI

The OCs I am talking about here are those from games I really like such as My Dear Hatchet Man, Something’s Wrong With Sunny Day Jack, 14 Days With You, and Your Boyfriend. The next ones for another post will possibly be See Thru: Need A Friend and possibly other things I am interested in other than these games lol.

FAIR WARNING: MAY INCLUDE THINGS SUCH AS ABUSE (I WILL EDIT THIS IF MORE SHOWS UP).

All of these games aren’t for minors so please stay away unless you are of age (18+). I just felt like talking about them as a way to get to know them a bit more and maybe you guys can like them as much as I do. Also please don’t attack me for something in this..

Fair warning, all of these OCs (except 14 Days With You) share the name Milly since that name has been special to me from the start of my life. I will try my best to find some way of telling them apart without just looks alone but whatever. I would like to say that I am HORRIBLE at explaining so this will be troublesome. Let’s begin!

If descriptions of the character’s looks doesn’t work, hopefully I have art of them on my page.

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Milly (My Dear Hatchet Man)

: This one is still seemingly new or just one I haven’t been working on as much as others. 

Description: She has short black hair with red eyes, almost like bright rubies? She is quite short in comparison to Erika and Alan which makes it easy for her to get teased or messed with. I would like to say she is quite fit with some thiccness (if that makes sense.) She would normally wear a t-shirt with a beautiful picture of a pond along with trees. You will either see her in a brown skirt or shorts depending on how well I feel like trying to draw her (I can be quite lazy if I am honest). 

Personality: The way I see it, she can be the sweetest treat person you could meet, but she will not take kindly to people trying to do something to her friends or even lover. She is also the type to quickly try and help whoever is in pain or just having trouble with anything in their life. She would be a great listener and would try her best to help in whatever way she can. She is a pretty outgoing person when the moment calls for it as she likes to try new things. I feel like she would be the type that would jump in front of danger if the situation calls for it. Another thing I can think of is that she is the type to feel sad if someone else is sad (think of Akira from DevilMan CryBaby or something). She is quite open-minded to people, even to someone like Stu (she finds him quite interesting and fun to be around). I see her as somewhat of a scatterbrain depending on what the subject is.

Information: As a kid, her parents would always make sure to get her outside of the house in fun ways. They would go and explore different parks or even go to different towns to see the differences and interesting joys of the world. I can even see that they would take nightly walks if she couldn’t sleep. Once she grew up and her parents passed away, she knew that she shouldn’t allow their passing to stop her from seeing or trying new things, though it felt lonely without them there to do it as well. She continued their love of adventuring with different classes. She had met Stu during her time growing up and even with different personalities, they got along just fine. When it was time to leave, she had completely forgotten to tell Stu where she was heading and left without a “trace”. 

Likes: She definitely has a love for everything related to nature. You could find her just staring at a tree for hours before she snaps back into reality and continues her daily routine. Since she is open-minded and becoming friends with Stu, she had found the joy of anime and potiently started buying manga whenever she could (her favorite type of anime/manga have a mix with romance and horror). If she were to choose any favorite food (excluding sweets), she would have to choose a good old fashion burger with a side of fries. For sweets, she would choose anything with chocolate. To her, this feels very childish but she really loves plushies of any kind (whether it is an animal or a character), she just loves how squishy or soft they can be. Whenever she is having a bad time, she would most certainly snuggle a plushy until it became flat or possibly rip apart.  Dislikes: She loves nature, however, there is one thing she is scared of most from nature and that’s a SPIDER. She tries her best to allow them into her life but whenever they get into her space, she either freaks out or (like as a kid) faints like a goat; sometimes, she will even try and call someone to get it out of her home but that is normally a last resort. She doesn’t like when people are rude or think they can get their way by being a so called “brat”, it will annoy her to the point she gets a headache and her day is possibly ruined. Violence to her is something she hates to see unless in movies or shows (animated or acted out), however, that doesn’t stop her from using it as a last resort. Weapon of Choice: Now I have been trying to think on this for awhile and honestly, I think her weapon could possibly be either a baseball bat or some sort of blade. I love to think that she keeps these things by her (either hidden under her bed/pillow or just in plain sight). I just imagine someone trying to break in (either an intruder or dear Alan) and they go to her room to find her either sitting there with both weapons in hand or just sleeping with them around. Either way, I find it funny imagining her swinging a bat at someone while also trying to slice someone in a way to defend herself. ________________________________________________________________

Milly (Something’s Wrong With Sunny Day Jack): I love thinking of things for this oc! I also had help from some others.

Description

:  With this one, she has long black hair (down to her shoulders) with glimmering red eyes. She has white-ish peach skin with heavy dark circles under her eyes. She wears black glasses and a large hoodie either ranging from red or to a light grey. She wears a dark black choker (its so hard to describe her looks). She will wear anything comfy for pants unless she had to go into work which would be a professional looking dress or shirt and skirt. Even with what she eats, she is still quite skinny and short, though I feel like the fat would go to her hips or in funny ways like Panty and Stocking, TO THE BREASTS (I just died laughing at this and I am keeping it, HUSH!)

Personality

: She is yet another sweet type, always kind to everyone. The difference is that she will try and shift all the pain or hurt onto her as a way to protect those she cares for. She isn’t as outgoing and likes to keep to herself unless it has something with her interest. Whenever she encounters a problem, she tries her best to work on it herself or allow it to eat at her until she breaks down. She loves to see everyone else happy before her. With her, I see her as the type to have social anxiety (and for a really big reason).  

Information

: She has always been interested in the movie industry, always loving the idea of making films. She would always fiddle with cameras as kid up to adult years when she began working for a big movie industry for her big ideas and good looks (at the time). Sadly, she wasn’t treated well in her job, as a lot of the workers looked down on her because she was a “female” but still took her ideas, though not crediting her for any of them. The only time she would get credit would be for movies that went down poorly. She still would continue to work because at least her ideas were getting out there. She had problems with a abusive relationship with a co-worker she thought she loved, only for her family and her to be targeted in a bad way. During all these struggles, she still pursued her dreams. Her family consists of her parents and her little brother who she loves dearly, though she had to disconnect from them for their own safety. She loses sleep a lot because she would stay up to work on new ideas or just because of fear. She would always eat very little, but when she did get the chance to eat, it would always be some junk food.

Likes: Even with all these struggles in her life, she still managed to find things to enjoy. One of these things would be horror movies, as it was what brought her and her parents together during Halloween (before her little brother was born), plus they always were intriguing to see how people survived or died. Another thing she found comfort in was junk food, since it was always a nice treat for hard work or a way to feel happy. Actual food-wise, she always loved pancakes since it was something her mother used to make. Ever since she was a kid, she always made ideas for movies as it was just her passion; it is one of her favorite things of all time. The last thing she loves the most is old VHS tapes. She would be the type of person to go to antique stores or go online and buy the oldest tapes. She always found them interesting when they are used for movies; plus, her greatest memories were recorded in VHS tapes.

Dislikes

: As much as she loves her ideas getting out there, she dislikes when people decide to steal them away and take the credit for themselves; just people lying is annoying to her. She, of course, hates being blamed for things she didn’t do. It drags her down and eventually makes her doubt herself all the time. Though she stays to herself, she actually hates the feeling of loneliness but she is so scared to talk to people unless it is work related. The last thing she just can’t seem to stand is something shared with my recent oc, SPIDERS. Spiders just creep her out with their many eyes; she was also bitten by one once. She can, however, take care of the problem herself as long as she has good distance whether it would be killing the spider or capturing it to release it into the wild. 

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Alaina (14 Days With You): Finally, a name that isn’t Milly (KIDDING). She is still quite new to me but honestly there is a decent amount on her to share.

Description: So this one has a different color scheme then the others so bear with me. She has long, light brown hair (goes past the shoulders and possibly stops in the middle of her back?). Her eyes are like a pink-ish red (it’s hard to explain the colors exactly)? Part of her hair braids starting from the side of her head to the back of it (as I like to say). She has a light peach type skin with a little pink blush on her cheeks. On the top of her head, she wears a light cream colored headband. I like to say she wears the same type of outfit as 1990/1991 Wednesday Addams except a dark-ish pink (with a bit of a red tint) and without the designs. 

Personality: Again, this one is a sweet bean, and possibly the most innocent one out of the others. She always loves doing things for others, whether it be helping them do something or possibly just being there for them. She is like a mother when it comes to her friends and even lover, showing her love in any way the person needs. I can see this one being excited for someone to chat with her and would be a complete extrovert. I can also see this one being quite childish (in a cute way) and possibly even having a tsundere type personality when someone points it out (or calls her little sweet names). I see her as an open-minded person. I think if someone were to hurt her, she would be quite upset about it, yet not fight back (unless she NEEDS to defend herself). If someone was to hurt her friends, she would do rational things in order to help them as she knows she wouldn’t be much help if hurt. She is quite the imaginative one.

Information: She works as a librarian along-side Elanor. Her dream was to become a famous writer as a child and she continued to strive to it, even making a short novel called “Killer Love” as she grew older. She is 23 years old (yes actual age for this one, the others, you can try and guess LOL). I like to say that she doesn’t exactly remember much of her past except for the parts of her interests and that her parents were always there for her; she can’t actually remember the friends she made as a child, so perhaps she met REDACTED at that moment. 

Likes: As a librarian and a potential famous writer, she loves to read! She loves anything to do with literature and just enjoys when a good book brings her into another world. This next one feels like a guilty pleasure for her as she is unsure on how some people would react to it, but she genuinely loves anime. I feel like her favorite type of anime is a shoujo/shojo since they deal with relationships and romance more. She adores plants, always wanting to take care of one herself but past events tells her that it wouldn’t be wise (she used to have a plant she named Sunny and it died FAST which caused her to cry for SO LONG). I think this is why she would try and spend time with her neighbor, Violet, since she takes care of a lot plants. This girl isn’t just into cutesy or pink stuff, but she likes the dark stuff like horror. I feel like her favorite type of horror genre is either slasher or pychological horror as it always intrigues her. She, however, can’t watch this stuff alone so she always calls someone and see if they wish to watch it with her. Another thing she likes is romance, not just in tv shows and movies but also in reality. Sometimes, you can find her walking through a park and watching any couple or even a happy family. The last thing she likes is sweets! Honestly, anything sweet is what she will choose (I guess I can say she just loves sugar).

Dislikes: This girl sees a lot of happiness in the world, however, she does have a few dislikes. A first dislike is of rude and annoying people as they just ruin the mood for everyone and she doesn’t like dealing with them. She hates them worse when they start to pull her friends and possible lover into their situation. I can’t say she hates this one but I know she can’t stand it. Spicy food is another thing you will not see her touch or do anything with. She doesn’t mind if someone else has anything spicy (she won’t even mind if her lover eats something spicy but he/she better make sure they wash their mouth before a kiss). I feel like she would be really sensitive and the spiciness would just hurt her badly to the point of tears. As a kid, she used to love these creatures until some jerk told her some very scary things about them, it is SPIDERS AGAIN (I have a very low tolerance with these little arachnids unless out of my space)! Some jerk would pick on her and tell her that you practically eat them in your sleep and even showed her pictures of them in people ears. .EW. . ________________________________________________________________ Milly (Your Boyfriend): THE LAST MILLY AND THE VERY FIRST I MADE. This was the first game I ever got into when I became 18. This one has changed plenty of times but now I have a very clear picture of her.

Description: This woman has long, black hair all the way to her butt (when down). She normally has part of her hair cover her right eye (no reason but just because). Her usual hair style would be sort of like Sailor Moon’s hair except the buns would be lower on the head. Her eyes are a dark glimmer of red. You can find many bandages on her body (like one on her left cheek, legs, etc). Her favorite type of outfit would be her dark red (maroon?) sweater with a poorly stitched pink-ish red heart on it; this would be accompanied with a long black skirt or a dark maroon skirt. Sometimes you will find her wearing stockings depending on the outfit. 

Personality: This girl is a very sweet one, but very shy as well. She tends to stumble on her words if being flirted with or talking to a new person. She has been known to be very clumsy (the reason why she is found with so many bandages). When someone is being rude or mean to her, she practically shrinks in her spot and just listens to what they say. Once alone, she will break down in tears and silently cry to herself until someone comes to see her; she is then back to normal. She REALLY tends to hide her problems from practically everyone, even her own lover. She doesn’t like to get people involved at all. THIS ONE IS PROBABLY THE MOST OBLIVIOUS OUT OF THE OTHERS. You could probably have so many red flags on you (AKA PETER) and she would just not even notice. Not only that but if you were to actually flirt with her or confess to her, she would probably accidentally friendzone you without realizing or just wouldn’t realize what you said. I see her as the type to space out more than the average person. She has really bad anxiety.

Information: Her family consists of her parents and her big sister. Before her big sister up and abandoned the family, there was nothing more than arguments and fighting. She was always told to be better than everyone (I see her coming from a very rich family). Once her sister left and she started highschool, her parents just up and left for some big vacation, leaving her to sit alone at home all the time. I think her clumsiness would come from her lack of attention, at first she was just clumsy for the attention but then it just became normal to where it was just a function. She was able to make 1 friend during her life and that was Lucy. Her second friend was TK, which she met when getting a job at Dad’s Damn Diner. She doesn’t like to talk about her past at all, so you may get lies about where she comes from and how she was raised.

Likes: Even with her difficult past, she still managed to find stuff to like and keep her busy! She loves to draw as it gives her a new world to be captured in. If you were to ask to see her drawings, she would blush and show them, shuffling in her spot. She adores roses, especially the red ones as they were always the symbol of something beautiful in her mind. Her favorite food is an omelet, which gives her the option to add whatever she wants. She always loves the thought of finding the “love of her life”, giving her a chance to continue to make friends. I see her as the type to actually love surprises (the good kind), as it just gives her happiness that someone went so far as to try and make her happy or just do something for her. She loves her big sister so much, just wishes she could have been taken with. 

Dislikes: She DESPISES arguments, or just anyone yelling. It makes her freeze up and cover her ears as she just wants to block it all out. It scares her when someone gets angry as she is worried she did something wrong or she won’t be enough to help. She dislikes when she has to try and pay for all of the rent, however, she knows Lucy is possibly trying her best. ________________________________________________________________ AND THERE IT IS! These are some of my OCs for my favorite games! I hope this was interesting to read as it was interesting to try and think about. Sorry if my grammar is bad, I try my best.  Have a great day/night, EVERYONE!

[doyouthinkimenjoyingthis]

Bodies, bodies, bodies

I hated my body growing up. I was okay but not until I was 12 that I started bleeding. When I was in Gr4, I was envious of my friends getting their period earlier. When mom and I go shopping, I take pads and pretend I have period even if I don't have. Mommy don't care. I wear them but January 2006, I woke up with blood all over my sheets, and pants. There's some pain in my core. I rushed to my parents' room and mom was nonchalant and told me that I was practicing already so I should be fine.

And everything about my body is changing. I started having breasts around 7. Just small bump so I still had to wear baby bra. I hate it. It's annoying, it's itchy and very uncomfortable. And as a very active kid, if it get hit, it hurts. I never liked it when puberty raged on.

Hair all over that I have to wax, chests growing out that it's noticeable from my uniform. my glutes, waist and hips rounding. What's worst was skinny jeans and tight leggings, body con dresses, baby tees are the trend and elephant pants are out.

I also disliked the attention I was getting most especially from creeps, and weird uncles.

Even from the girls or women, I didn't like it. I wanted to be skinny flat like a boy. Athletic, no fats hanging around.

So there it began my unhealthy relationship wit fitness and food. I kept subscribing to these teen magazines, candy and 17tee. Although they promote healthy habits and talks about eating disorders, I still don't see a model that has the same body type as me. No voluptuous one. Just your usual skinny, and lanky. all of that and the questioning of my sexual and gender identity.

I asked Mrs. Pagaduan when we were on that topic. I said that I wish I ripped off anything that identifies me as feminine. She called it body dysmorphia. You hate the body you are in. She guessed correctly that it might be feeling of transexualism.

Maybe. But I do not exactly want something hanging between my legs. I'm fine with my genitals but I didn't want my framing.

I ate less, worked out more.

Roxy had that skinny body that ive wanted. And just like me, she is developing unhealthy habits.

I've met Hollmae and in which I reflected eventually and it changed my perspective.

Hollmae wanted to be thicc. It's a slang for voluptuous.

We have covered many conversations about it. We can share a lot with our experiences how fucked up society is. Especially towards women and beauty standards. Also, how the Filipino society is shit at that thing.

We can't win. So, I gave up. I continued to living healthy because I don't want to die and I still want to look androgynous. Free of femininity and masculinity.

I've discovered non-binary. I've learned that you don't need to look or dress the part. But you eventually have to because it's a feeling you have to follow. It's an identity.

Today society is progressing where body shaming is a no-no. But it's still difficult to rewire society's standards. Sure, just confidence. But how many people actually, internally believe that.

My mother was among those who is body positive. Easy for her, I think she has a great body. She's quite boxy too. Fairer skin. As a stylist and dressmaker, she does say a lot that the important piece in dressing is believing you are hot.

She says confidence can easily be detected and absorbed. It can easily shut people up. Or stutter them.

I believed her, until you are pitted against other women in terms of male gaze. Which I am a very unwilling participant.

Since I turned 18-20, I felt some changes in my body again. I started to feel old. I started to see myself as old. My aching dysmenorrhea though has lessened. It wasn't like before.

I still work out but I feel like it's not achieving what I have in mind. So I started to starve myself again to lose those muscles then restart.

Comment: There is what we call transgender body dysmorphia. Although you don't desire to be a man, but you also do not desire to be a woman. You are in between.

I think the assault that happened to you when you were 13 might be the perfect explanation for this. You were budding with puberty. The violation of your body in which case the assailant saw you as a woman not a child, would perfectly explains it. As you are very wary and scared of male gazes and even women's for thatatter that you didn't want to be associated with the body that you have. You have complained a lot about that. Of how men started to treat you when you were growing especially from what you call as creepy uncle's who are family members or close to your family. And any men for that matter who is not supposed to see you as an object of desires. Like a teacher. It's your body's response to being protective.

You don't hate your femininity. In fact you embrace it gracefully. It's just not that exact kind. you are protective of your femininity. For you being feminine gives out a signal of vulnerability and you don't want to show it.

[smokeybrandreviews]

Stay Woke

This topic is a little out of character for me but i ind of want to address it because I've been seeing it in the cultural discourse more and more. Is Ice Spice mid? The short answer is yes. She is very, very, mid. But, to be honest, so is the entire Drill scene. That type of rap is just bunk to me. Say what you will about my taste in music, i am old as f*ck so i get it, Drill is just the rap version of Dubstep and i hate that sh*t, too. Now, that’s just the genre I'm speaking about. Obviously, there are dope Drill artists. Couldn’t name them because i don’ f*ck with Drill like hat bu I'm sure here are great Drill Rappers out here. I’m sure her are great female Drill Rappers out here. Ice Spice ain’t one of them.

Credit here credit is due, this new joint she’s featured on is dope as f*ck. Boy’s a Liar pt. II is a PinkPantheress song and that sh*t slaps. It’s the beat for me. That mess reminds me of a solid Shoujo anime opening. Seriously, if you put that sh*t over the opening of Chobits or Nana, and it wouldn’t even feel out of place. Gorgeous production and PinkPantheress’ vocals compliment that sh*t perfectly. Even Ice Spice’s verse matches the music damn near effortlessly. Like, the song is a bop and deserves all of the shine it’s getting. That said, Spice’s lyrics are dog sh*t. They’re elementary. I’ve heard better rhymes from high school students. The song, itself, is a great f*cking time but that’s because all the components congeal into this sublime audio experience. Taking Spice on her own? Just judging her ability on that feature? Man, ma is trash and that’s kind of the running theme throughout her catalog.

She’s a pedestrian lyricist at best. I can’t even say her flow is dope because she ad-libs WAY too much. Look up the lyrics to Munch and tell me they’re good. Hell, the only reason Munch is a thing in the song, is because she needed to rhyme something with lunch. Bro, points for clever thinking but really? Munch? And that’s just the hook! The entire song is just juvenile rhyme schemes and uninspired punchlines. And it’s her biggest record! Munch is what put her in the spotlight! THAT sh*t is the hit that got her name out there, which is ridiculous because literally every other attempt, outside of the PinkPantheress feature, is worse! Bikini Bottom, No Clarity, In Ha Hood; All them, trash! There’s no hook. There’ no uniqueness to them at all. It’s all just derivative drivel so why is she getting such a goddamn push? Literally it’s because she’s light skinned and beautiful.

I’m so sincere when i say this: Ice Spice is a f*cking bombshell. Ma is devastatingly bewitching. Dummy thicc, redbone, with big eyes, big lips, wide hips, and little tits? Bro, that’s the dream right there, especially among black dudes. I watched my little brother’s friend group cannibalize itself when one of those was introduced. I get it. My chic looks a lot like Ice Spice but with a smaller but, bigger boobs, and a button nose. I absolutely understand the allure and so does she, apparently. She knows that she’s hot, ma tells you every chance she can get in her records, but that’s basically it. That’s all she ever says in her record. Her EP is filled with songs that sound exactly the same. Sh*t, dude, her entire marketing push, before Munch, was just her posting thirst traps on Tik Tok with promos for her singles. And the sh*t worked because she a certified baddie! But that doesn’t change the fact that she is, musically, lyrically, mid as f*ck.

Look, I'm not out here trying to despairing ol’ girl or change any minds. I enjoy Ice Spice, to an extent. She’s young s f*ck, only started rapping, like, five years ago, and has potential. I don’t think she’s anywhere near as talented as Doja Cat or Cardi B but ma can grow into that role as she develops her ability. If she develops her ability. The aforementioned Doja Cat has come a long way from MOOO! (B*tch, I’ m a Cow). She also leaned heavy into her dummy thicc, redbone-ness and look how far that got her. The difference being that Doja is actually a good rapper. Her content, lyrical prowess, and overall flow have a distinct feel to them but, at the same time, vary from song to song. She has content for days. Ice Spice needs to diversify like that. She needs to find HER voice and not just Generic Drill Chick. Until then, she’s another a mid rapper with a pretty face.

[smokeybrand]

Stay Woke

This topic is a little out of character for me but i ind of want to address it because I've been seeing it in the cultural discourse more and more. Is Ice Spice mid? The short answer is yes. She is very, very, mid. But, to be honest, so is the entire Drill scene. That type of rap is just bunk to me. Say what you will about my taste in music, i am old as f*ck so i get it, Drill is just the rap version of Dubstep and i hate that sh*t, too. Now, that’s just the genre I'm speaking about. Obviously, there are dope Drill artists. Couldn’t name them because i don’ f*ck with Drill like hat bu I'm sure here are great Drill Rappers out here. I’m sure her are great female Drill Rappers out here. Ice Spice ain’t one of them.

Credit here credit is due, this new joint she’s featured on is dope as f*ck. Boy’s a Liar pt. II is a PinkPantheress song and that sh*t slaps. It’s the beat for me. That mess reminds me of a solid Shoujo anime opening. Seriously, if you put that sh*t over the opening of Chobits or Nana, and it wouldn’t even feel out of place. Gorgeous production and PinkPantheress’ vocals compliment that sh*t perfectly. Even Ice Spice’s verse matches the music damn near effortlessly. Like, the song is a bop and deserves all of the shine it’s getting. That said, Spice’s lyrics are dog sh*t. They’re elementary. I’ve heard better rhymes from high school students. The song, itself, is a great f*cking time but that’s because all the components congeal into this sublime audio experience. Taking Spice on her own? Just judging her ability on that feature? Man, ma is trash and that’s kind of the running theme throughout her catalog.

She’s a pedestrian lyricist at best. I can’t even say her flow is dope because she ad-libs WAY too much. Look up the lyrics to Munch and tell me they’re good. Hell, the only reason Munch is a thing in the song, is because she needed to rhyme something with lunch. Bro, points for clever thinking but really? Munch? And that’s just the hook! The entire song is just juvenile rhyme schemes and uninspired punchlines. And it’s her biggest record! Munch is what put her in the spotlight! THAT sh*t is the hit that got her name out there, which is ridiculous because literally every other attempt, outside of the PinkPantheress feature, is worse! Bikini Bottom, No Clarity, In Ha Hood; All them, trash! There’s no hook. There’ no uniqueness to them at all. It’s all just derivative drivel so why is she getting such a goddamn push? Literally it’s because she’s light skinned and beautiful.

I’m so sincere when i say this: Ice Spice is a f*cking bombshell. Ma is devastatingly bewitching. Dummy thicc, redbone, with big eyes, big lips, wide hips, and little tits? Bro, that’s the dream right there, especially among black dudes. I watched my little brother’s friend group cannibalize itself when one of those was introduced. I get it. My chic looks a lot like Ice Spice but with a smaller but, bigger boobs, and a button nose. I absolutely understand the allure and so does she, apparently. She knows that she’s hot, ma tells you every chance she can get in her records, but that’s basically it. That’s all she ever says in her record. Her EP is filled with songs that sound exactly the same. Sh*t, dude, her entire marketing push, before Munch, was just her posting thirst traps on Tik Tok with promos for her singles. And the sh*t worked because she a certified baddie! But that doesn’t change the fact that she is, musically, lyrically, mid as f*ck.

Look, I'm not out here trying to despairing ol’ girl or change any minds. I enjoy Ice Spice, to an extent. She’s young s f*ck, only started rapping, like, five years ago, and has potential. I don’t think she’s anywhere near as talented as Doja Cat or Cardi B but ma can grow into that role as she develops her ability. If she develops her ability. The aforementioned Doja Cat has come a long way from MOOO! (B*tch, I’ m a Cow). She also leaned heavy into her dummy thicc, redbone-ness and look how far that got her. The difference being that Doja is actually a good rapper. Her content, lyrical prowess, and overall flow have a distinct feel to them but, at the same time, vary from song to song. She has content for days. Ice Spice needs to diversify like that. She needs to find HER voice and not just Generic Drill Chick. Until then, she’s another a mid rapper with a pretty face.

[gusgrissom]

[oopsimbug]

in which… y/n is a sweetheart, but harry is an asshole

a/n: SHES HERE!!! SHES FINALLY HERE!!! IVE BIRTHED MY BABY!! PLEASE ENJOY!!

pairing: regency era! harry styles x reader, enemies to lovers

summary: think little women, but with you instead of jo and harry instead of laurie… but harry is an asshole…

warnings: harry is an ass, all enemies no lovers, smooching (but not y/n oOOOO)

word count: 13.2k (SHES A THICC ONE)

banner by the lovely @maysdigitalarts

The ballroom was positively alive. The elegant dresses, the beautiful makeup, the hair, the lights, the food. The cool summer night ensured that women didn’t sweat or shiver in their layered dresses. It was a tad bit stuffy in the actual ballroom, coated in the thick smell of powerful colognes and dainty sultry perfumes, but the air outside was clean and fresh, blooming with the clean aromatics of fresh dewy grass and elegant roses from the dozens upon dozens of rows of the flowers in the courtyard- here were so many batches of the flower planted everywhere that the entire border of the mansion held the powerful, yet lovely scent. Everything was perfect.

Or it would have been… if it wasn’t for the itchy card attached to Y/n’s wrist with a bit of ribbon through a punctured hole- a reminder that this night was not to admire the pretty ballroom, or meet new friends, or just dress up in a poofy dress for the heck of it. No, this was a feeding frenzy, and Y/n was perceived by most, if not all males in the room as a prize to be won. A lamb during hunting season. And the dance card only further illuminated her availability, as if it were a “for sale” sign. All of this work: the plucking, the waxing, the squeezing, the pulling- it was all to get dolled up for some egotistical jerk to come and sweep her off her feet. To “save her” from her life of normality and enslavement at her home with her parents and stay at his mansion and live the life of slightly more lavish enslavement with the bonus of motherhood (otherwise known as being forced to raise a male heir to the family fortune).

Not that she was against romance, don’t be mistaken. Y/n loved romance. She loved the idea of caring for someone so ardently that the thought of them bled into every moment of the day, no matter what she was doing, like a splotch of ink on a clear parchment sheet. The only difference was that she wanted a husband who in turn, would be just as ardently in love with her. To respect, love and cherish her just as much as she does for him. To ask for her thoughts, her ideas, her opinions, and not prance around declaring it’s his opinion that a woman was born into a life in the house.

But as the greasy Sir Davenport signed his name on the fourth line on her dance card, kissed her hand (to her reluctance), and allowed her to excuse herself, she began to feel a bit hopeless with this ideal man she conjured in her imagination. All the men she had encountered that eve were boring and close-minded daddy’s boys, Davenport included, who decided that conversation of his father’s wealthy business and fortune were illuminating topics to discuss to a potential partner while dancing- which they most certainly were not, in her opinion. She didn’t want that- to live off another’s fortune at the price of listening to idiots like Davenport who lean in and tell her that their mother’s approved of their potential pairing- which he actually said during their interaction and was the catalyst of the sudden end to their conversation when Y/n had to leave, but not before she scoffed and shook her head at the man in awe of his stupidity. She deserved more than that.

Y/n would have continued her internal monologue of complaints and speeches of self-worth, but she was unfortunately interrupted by a man of violently short stature and fluffy blond hair slyly approaching her as if she were wild game in a forest that would run away if he made any sudden movements. She was already not impressed.

“Pardon me Miss, but I couldn’t help notice your beautiful face and your painful lonesome. Never to fear though, as I am here to alleviate the pain. Shall we dance? Or would you prefer we sneak away for a more private performance?”

Never had she met someone so crude and disrespectful. What was she, a piece of meat? Obviously, this boy’s mother had not taught him simple manners. Maybe the upfront, blue-eyed blondie who would explore the darkest of fantasies was some girl’s cup of tea (which was completely fine- you cannot help whom or what you are interested in, after all!), but it wasn’t Y/n’s. She needed respect, and this boy wasn’t giving it.

So, she attempted to decline in the most polite way possible while also establishing her unwillingness of a change of heart with further persuasion…

“I am sorry for your seemingly misunderstood perception of the situation, but I am not looking for either of those two options. Kindly, I would much rather be in my so-called “painful lonesome” than be held in the arms of you…”

Keyword: attempted.

“Now, if you will excuse me.” She ended with a small nod and curtsy so light it could have been mistaken for a glance down at the ground to fix the positioning of her foot in her uncomfortable heels for a split second. And with that, she walked off before the boy could reply, squeezing past all of the others in their gowns and suits, out of the opened doors and into the dark yet fancy courtyard garden, lit only with a few oil lamps (that didn’t do much, really) and the pale full moonlight, shining brightly in all of her majesty. Taking a right turn once through the door, she walked until she reached the end of the large stone patio, resting her arms on the thick smooth railing that outlined the balcony. She took a long look at the dance card on her hand, before ripping it off and letting it fall to the floor. Letting her eyelids fall shut, Y/n inhaled, allowing her lungs to be filled with the fresh, crisp, non-polluted air, before exhaling slowly. Eyes closed and guard lowered, she listened to the chirps of crickets and the distant chatter of people inside the ballroom. As a soft gust of wind blew by, she thought to the dance card on the floor at her feet- her sister, Liz wouldn’t have directly asked where it went, but if she had come home and not mentioned her reviews of the men she danced with, the sad look in her sister’s eyes would put her in an even worse mood than she already was in. So with a reluctant sigh, she opened her eyes and looked to the floor where the card was, only to see the clean blank cobblestone floor that she was standing on. Shit… the wind. It must have blown it away. She began to look around. Behind planters, in rose bushes- she was in the middle of looking under a seat where it could have been blown under when she felt the light from the moon no longer shining on her, but instead blocked by a large and tall shadow that stood over her and blocked her own.

Double shit.

She swears if it was  “Mr Would You Like A Dance?”, she would lose it…

Turning around and looking up, she couldn’t see the figure’s face, as it was not illuminated by any light, but they were most likely a man, despite the thinner and more delicate figure that was usually attributed to women, given away by the pant and waistcoat combination- though she must note that he was in a much more relaxed and less refined attire compared to the other men attending, who wore waistcoats, tailcoats, gloves and cravats, all accompanied with large shin-high boots instead of the simple dress shoes that Mr Mystery Man wore. It wasn’t “Would You Like A Dance”, nor anyone else she had previously talked to that night, but that didn’t ease her bubbling worries of what he could want from her, especially with her in such a vulnerable and compromising position. The man cleared his throat and finally spoke after a prolonged and quite awkward silence.

“Pardon me Miss, but I believe this is what you are looking for, correct?” He had a raspy British accent and held out in between his pointer and middle finger as if it were a scandalous cigarette he was offering to her, the small slip of paper she was on hands and knees for, ribbon and all. Y/n took the paper from his grasp, making a conscious effort not to touch his gloveless fingers, before looking at the paper. It was most definitely hers, with all four names signed. She looked back up at the man, his face still hidden in the darkness, although she was starting to adjust to it, and was able to make out a nose, lips and the whites of the man's eyes that she could make eye contact with. Finally, she realised how odd she must seem to this man, on her knees, gawking at him for doing her a favour. Well, why was he still standing there anyway? Her brain took a second to process the situation- she blamed the strange circumstances (which actually weren’t all that strange- she was looking for something and he found it), the nauseating cologne the man wore (which actually wasn’t nauseating at all-it was an earthy and slightly sweet fragrance that was ten times better than whatever the other men had worn inside the ballroom) and her slight lack in iron that delayed her thinking (which she used to blame all of her faults ever since she found out she was a tad deficient). What did this man want again?

Oh right! Say thank you!

“Thank you! So much. Uh- this indeed was what I was looking for.”

“You are very welcome, Miss,” he replies.

She nodded and gave a polite smile to the faceless man to send him off. But instead of walking away as she assumed he would, he stood where he was, not making any attempt to move. What more could this man want? She said thank you already! He answered her unspoken question by giving his hand out to aid her to stand again. Her smile dropped. Looking at it suspiciously in its ungloved nature, Y/n knew she probably should not take it. If someone saw they were holding hands without gloves, it could raise eyebrows. But, after weighing her options, she concluded that being discovered on her knees in front of a man would be much more catastrophic. So with that, she took his hand and allowed him to aid her in being lifted off of the cold stone floor. Now at her feet, she noticed that there was still a slight height difference between the two of them, but only slightly. It was still awfully dark, but now up closer, she could make out soft curls of hair of a darker shade, not completely sure if it was brown or black, but definitely on the darker side. Before she could inspect any further, she was snapped out of her daze by the realisation of both their intimate proximity and her hand still being in his. Why she was so intrigued by this man, she couldn’t answer. But though intrigued, she was still wary of him. Immensely wary.

She took her hand from his and brought it back to her side. She wished to break eye contact and look at the floor, but something inside of her, most likely the competitive part, told her to keep looking. She slightly squinted in suspicion at him as she took a large step back from him, not worrying about how animated and clear her emotions were on her face. She cleared her voice before attempting to end the interaction. “Well, thank you again, but I best be going.” And with that, she turned around and began to walk away from the mystery man who the moon chose to keep hidden, and back towards the ballroom where she was to be most likely approached by a Would You Like To Dance clone that would only insult her instead of allure her.

“Back to Davenport, I assume?”

She was immediately stopped in her tracks but did not dare turn around. What did Mystery Man just say?

Footsteps from his dress shoes began to echo closer and closer as he approached her and he continued. “I mean, judging by your face while you two were dancing, it seems you were having one hell of a time…” He was teasing- and she didn’t like it.

Y/n wished to turn around and yell at him already, but in fear of him seeing her stupid face so obviously soaked in the expression of embarrassment, she stayed with her back turned, curiosity niggling its way in and wondering what he would say next. She chewed her bottom lip and awaited further comment. His footsteps, though slow, kept moving towards her, and it was at that point she noted how far she was able to walk away from him in the short time of her escape, evidently desperate to move on from what would have been a small and awkward interaction if it hadn’t been for Mystery Man choosing to prolong it for some reason she could not understand.

“Waltzes can be quite intimate,” he continued. “Davenport sure wanted to get intimate with that kiss.” She could not tell where he was going with this, but she did not like it anyways. She waited for him to seal the final nail in his coffin before she began to chew him out ruthlessly and with zero regrets about the possibility of her maybe just misinterpreting his innocent curiosity and assumed it to be heartless teasing from a stranger. She balled up her fists and wished to God that he would seal his fate. Wished to God that he would go one step too far. Too many times had she been forced to bottle up her annoyance of the scoffable excuses for men that approached her that night, leaving her in the mood to tell a man off with no qualms- and the opportunity was blossoming like young flowers in spring.

“I’m having a hard time deciphering whether you would want to get intimate with him though. Care to help a stranger out?”  

That was it. She spun around, metaphorical guns at the ready to make this disgusting and shameless man wish he was never born and was greeted with…

With…

A man, of course. But that was not what surprised her. It was one: How close he was. The slow steps he took towards her must have been as large or larger than hers to reach the closeness he did in the moment, with his tall body only a step away from hers, and his head slightly lowered to get into her face more, with the warm breath exhaled from his nose slightly blowing onto her face. And that leads her to surprise number two: His face.

A sloped nose, high cheekbones, a strong chin, soft and plush taffy lips, the small graze of stubble that she could spot only from their close proximity- it was all very alluring, to say the least. Not to mention the pièce de résistance being his beautiful forest green eyes in a sweet almond-shape, graced with thick eyelashes and eyebrows, and finally, his short, smooth and glossy chocolate brown hair, styled in perfect yet effortless soft curls that nonchalantly flop on top of his head. He raised his hand to run his fingers through his hair to avoid a pesky curl from obscuring his vision as it was attempting to do as if it was longing to be closer to him.

She had to admit: he was handsome. Much more handsome than Davenport, that was for sure. But looks aside, the smug smirk on his lovely lips was enough to unpause the spell she was under and remember the circumstances of the situation. And with that, she jumped into action.

“How dare you think for even a second that you are in any place to critique the people that I dance with and wish to become intimate with? Have you no shame?” She did not step down, but instead jutted her head forward a bit with each exclamation, a habit of hers that usually worked with intimidating someone physically to move back, which she realised did not work for him- he simply stood where he was. Refusing to step back to create space and give him the idea that she was stepping away because she was intimidated, she continued her verbal attack instead.

“Your lack of decorum is appalling and I don’t even know who you are!” She quickly looked him up and down- sizing him up. “What is it with men believing that they can intrude and comment on every little thing women do, huh? And for your information, I would never wish to become intimate with Davenport, not that it is any of your business.” Temper fiery hot, she waited for whatever this handsome buffoon had to say to excuse himself.

What she didn’t expect was for him to smile at her in a warm sort of manner, eyes glimmering in the moonlight with some emotion Y/n couldn’t decipher. With a small giggle (which Y/n had to admit, was pretty cute), he held his hand out to her once again, and when Y/n looked at him, eyes squinted in suspicion once again, he explained.

“Would you honour me in a dance, Miss?” his voice held an air of lightness as if he was teasing again. Was he teasing? She couldn’t tell, but she still had some more anger in her, so she took it as an opportunity to bring down his ego a tad more.

“Well, I am delighted to inform you that I do not consort with and exchange dances with those who tease and mock me for whom I dance with, and ask silly questions about who I wish to be intimate with without me even knowing their name or vice versa.”

“My name is Harry, and yours is…” and with that, he swiftly but gently took her wrist that held her dance card tightly in a clenched fist, undid the tight hold her fingers had on it, and read the name on the top of the slightly crumpled card. “Y/n Y/ln. Now, will you dance with me, Miss?” His small smirk had grown into a full grin, apparently delighted and absolutely tickled pink with annoying Y/n. That cheeky little shit…

She took her hand back from his hold quickly before reattempting to shoot him down. “No, for I do not wish for others like you to pull me aside and ask me if I wish to be intimate with you as you have done.” She fires back.

“Well, what if we danced out here then, so as to not draw any attention towards us?”

What was this man's deal? Why was he so desperate for a dance? Why was he such a prick?

“No!” She hoped a clean shoot down of his proposal would end this, but simultaneously, she wished for it to continue too. Not only did she not want to go back inside, but this man was allowing her to take her rage out on him like an emotional punching bag, and instead of getting mad at her, he simply let it go, and even smiled at her- and his smile was quite pretty if she had to admit so.

“Why?” He was still smiling, as if he knew she would probably give in after the bickering- which she was still on the fence about. She liked how this man didn’t talk too much about himself and his daddy’s money, but it wasn’t a great replacement for him to be teasing her for the awkward dance with Davenport. Still, though he was very pretty, Y/n’s stubbornness was stronger than it… She hoped it was, at least.

“Because… there is no music!” It was the best excuse she could come up with, but of course, he had a remedy for that which not only solved the problem but riled her up even more.

He gave her an incredulous look, a single eyebrow raised in silence to enhance the fact that music was indeed playing by the live orchestra inside the ballroom, which seeped through the very open doors and bled into the courtyard. “Ma’am, you do hear the music that is playing at the ball we have both attended and are standing outside of right now, not more than a few metres away, don’t you?”

Her face morphed into the sheer expression of embarrassment- one she couldn’t hide from him by turning around this time. His stupidly handsome face waited for her answer in silence, only making her more embarrassed as the music kept playing. She let out a small sigh. “…Yes… I do”

He gave a long sigh and held his hand to his heart in fake relief, clearly making fun of her. “Thank God! Was worried about your hearing, love! Anyways, now that your not so horrid hearing is sorted, will you dance with me? You won't have to do a thing, pretty lady.”

What is his deal? Love? Pretty lady? Picking on her hearing (even though she probably set the teasing up with the not hearing remark)? Was he trying to do her head in? So enraged by his antics, that was exactly what she asked him.

“Love? Pretty lady? Atrocious hearing? Are you trying to annoy me to the point of oblivion? Do you even wish to dance, or does teasing me fancy you more?”

His eyebrows scrunched and his eyes squinted, mimicking the suspicious look she gave him earlier, and he attempted to bite down his glaring smile and pursed his lips but failed to conceal his delight as he resumed his torture.

“Huh. Miss, I am no detective, though it almost seems as if you are distraught by this? Would you wish for me to dance with you seriously? Is that why you are upset?”

“No! Why would I wish to dance with you? You have been nothing but annoying and ill-humoured to me. You yourself do not wish to dance with me, you just want to annoy and disturb me!” She began to turn around, now sick of the back and forth. If he was just going to toy with her, she was going to make sure he knew that she was above whatever tomfoolery he was engaging in. As she began to walk away, probably to her carriage which would take her home rather than back to the party- the fun had been sucked out of the evening- she heard his voice behind her.

“Wait! Wait… Miss, please wait a moment and listen!” His voice had an air of urgency, and she could hear him fast walking after her. Y/n quickly turned around, the force of it causing a whooshing sound in her ears and causing her large poofy dress (that she was quite fond of) to shift and sway before settling. Face scrunched up in a scornful expression, her voice was immediately snappy and defensive to match the look.

“What?! What more could you possibly want from me?” She huffed out. She was sick of him. The teasing was too stupid and childish now, and his very pretty face was no longer enough to mask his annoying personality- or at least that is what Y/n forced herself to believe.

He put his hands up in surrender, smiling again, but not in a smug way- it had evolved into a sweet small genuine smile that made her heart flutter. Screw him… and screw his perfect bloody face…

“I’ve told you already. A dance, miss. Just one dance…?” He put his hand out, eyebrow slightly raised and head tilted slightly, as if he was testing the waters to see if she would agree.

What was most frustrating about the situation was that Y/n was genuinely stumped by what she should do. He was a complete and utter pompous blowhard, but he was also so pretty! Decisions, decisions!

If she refused and went back home, she would be deflated and sour, but also buzzing with curiosity, wondering what he would have done or what would have happened.  If she did take him up for this dance, she could deduce whether he was a prick or just a little odd when speaking to women. If he was a sweetheart, well then that would be a win and maybe she would have a new friend to talk to during other balls and events. On the other hand, if he turns out to be a total prick, at least she would know for sure he was, and then she could go home in her sour mood she would have left with either way. It was clear what the solution was.

Unfortunately, while she was calculating all the possibilities in her head of what could happen if she took his hand, Harry's smile was slowly transforming into a smirk, eyes squinted, mirroring her earlier expression of suspicion. He looked her up and down as if he was investigating her, before speaking once more.

“Do you always investigate people with your eyes as if they are murderers? I can only imagine the heavy case file you must be conjuring up in your brain, what with all of the squinting and observing.”

She rolled her eyes at him- something that any other man would surely discipline her for, but Harry simply laughed it off. She liked that.

“Come on, Miss. It’s just a dance. No need to worry your pretty little head. Look, I promise there will be no funny business. I swear on my mother’s life!”  He exclaims as he puts his hand over his heart and the other one, solemnly swearing.

Y/n’s resolution was fading- far too quickly for this random good looking boy who decided that charming a girl equated making fun of her.

“Just… one dance?” she asked, holding out one finger to him to consolidate her understanding (and also to not seem too desperate).

“Just one, unless you beg for more” he retorted with a smirk.

Y/n rolled her eyes once more. Is this what lows she was willing to stoop down for? All for a boy with a pretty face? She found herself placing her palm in his large hand, and looked up at Harry expectantly, who held a large smug grin on his face.

Damn. Gave in too easily…

While bowing to her, he attempted to kiss her hand, but her reflexes were too sharp for his unexpecting lips, swiftly removing her hand from his hold. Still in bow with his hand in the same position, he looked up at her confused.

“One dance, not a dance and a kiss” she pettily observed, hands crossed and weight dropped onto one leg and hip.  

He scoffed, rolling his eyes, before returning to full stature. “Oh,  you are so right. How improper of me, Princess! Especially ungloved, by God, what would our parents think!” he sarcastically mocked before holding his hand out to her once more. “Shall we?”

She raised an eyebrow up and looked at him in an unimpressed manner, feeling a weird dropping feeling in her chest, though she held the unwavering visual frustration so as to not indicate to him in any way that she was not frustrated but in fact, nervous. She almost enjoyed the way he called her Princess, but again, he could never know that. She placed her hand in his once more, placing the other on top of his shoulder. She let out a little gasp as he placed his other large ring adorned hand onto her hip, ghosting it with a light caress first to indicate he was going to put his hand there before gently letting it grasp her. He began to sway and step, leading her in a lazy yet sweet waltz. They glided across the impromptu dance floor and Y/n had to admit; it was pretty nice. Definitely the best dance she had participated in all night. He didn’t attempt to engage her in boring conversation about how rich his father was, nor was he making any sleazy comments- or any comments for that matter. He was simply enjoying the moment, allowing her to enjoy it too.

Too soon, though, did the song end. They still held each other in the embrace while the orchestra took a small break. She didn’t want to pull apart from him- he smelt too good, and he was strong and commanding yet graceful and elegant. And though her ego would never allow her to apologise or take back her words of distaste for him spoken a mere few moments before, she had to admit that he was very good looking, and that their waltz together did soften the hatred for him.

“Miss…” his buttery smooth voice glided out from his mouth, the words and soft breath hitting her ear from their close proximity, causing her to shiver slightly. She didn’t know if he knew what he was doing to her, but she definitely hoped he didn’t.

“Yes?” She replied shakily, her heart stuttering against her will.

“Does this make up for my teasing earlier?” His voice was cheeky, and she could feel his smirk. Damn was he annoying- annoyingly cute, but annoying none of the less. She didn’t know how to answer him though- she didn’t want to give in and tell him he gave her butterflies, or that his neck, which smelt of cocoa and tobacco left her weak at the knees. His hands, adorned with rings, were large yet slender, holding one of her hands gently while the other rubbed her waist lightly, swirling in small circles that she could feel through the layers of her beautiful poofy gown that made her feel beautiful.

No, she couldn’t tell him that. He would tease her even more, or maybe leave, and she didn’t want that. No, she couldn’t act desperate. So she pulled away from his grasp, sighed and hit him with another exasperated look, eyebrow raised.

“You just can’t help but ruin the moment, can you?” She asked, no real ire in her voice, but certainly no sweetness either- it was a peeved tone. One that exactly matched her mood. Or at least, the mood she wished she felt, instead of the mushy feelings she held inside instead.  

He chuckled, head falling back slightly, mouth open as he let out tufts of laughter that Y/n wanted to collect with a cone to make a fairy floss cloud of his happiness- hers to keep after a carnival.

“It does, doesn’t it!? I can already feel us becoming closer, now that you like me!” He chirped, still smiling that million dollar smile.

She rolled her eyes again, but this time she was smiling- he was too charming for her to keep a straight face. She crossed her arms and began to walk towards the flowers planted at the end of the cobbled courtyard, sitting in large long stone planters shaped into intricate designs. Little flowers bloomed in pink and coral among the strong foliage of the healthy green leaves- begonias, if she wasn’t mistaken. She read about them in a little book about the language of flowers, which she found in Aisha’s bookstore, hidden under a powder of dust, showcasing its neglect, and the pain Y/n felt for the inanimate object caused her to buy the book before she even knew the content. And by reading the book, she knew that it was odd for the begonias to be planted. Though the language of flowers isn’t known by all, it striked her as odd for someone to have planted blooms that symbolises what they did- caution, a warning of wariness.

That’s odd…

And while she was carried away by this small detail, attempting to decipher what it meant, or if it meant anything at all, she didn’t notice the tall Brit wander over to her, hands behind his back and steps haphazard as he whistled an aimless tune, attempting to gain her attention. And though it didn’t work initially, once he eventually got to her, and peered at her face scrunched up in thought, his warm minty breath rolling over her in waves as he inhaled and exhaled shook her from her thoughts. Her head slowly turned until she fully faced him, eyes slowly meeting his, and she felt her heart begin to race as she realised how close he really was, once again invading her personal space without her batting an eyelid, too enamoured by his being to complain. He smiled a light smile, his eyes stuck on her lips, and for the first time, Y/n didn’t mind it. He wasn’t slimy the way other men were that evening. And yes, he teased her, but he also excited her. He was handsome and funny and charming as hell. So when he uttered his next sentence, Y/n was hesitant to let him down.

“Shall we go somewhere more private, Miss?” His voice rasped, causing her breath to hitch as he continued to stare his lips down, licking over his own with a bubblegum pink tongue before continuing.

“Somewhere you aren’t… distracted?”

She could feel him slowly inching closer, but stopping when they were about to touch lips, before looking deeply into her eyes, silently asking for her permission. She had to say something, but the nerves stopped her from saying anything comprehensible. She took a deep breath, staring into his eyes so intently, their lips oh so very close when-

DING DONG

The large clock inside the mansion echoed around the ballroom and leaked into the garden. The chimes were strong and loud, eleven more of them bounced around, following the first. They both jumped, a little startled by the loud noise, and Y/n immediately pulled herself together and sidestepped away from him and the planter he had cornered her against, now bashful of their situation. She suddenly felt the need to leave. Not because of any promise of a specific home time to her mother or sisters, although they would be expecting her home sooner than later- but instead because she needed to process what just happened- how quickly she allowed herself to succumb to this random man. God, she nearly allowed him to kiss her. She had to leave and have a long hard think about the mysterious man who suddenly cured her of all of her inhibitions, and she had to leave now.

“I’m so sorry, but I must get going. My family must be wanting me home by now,”

She doesn’t catch him letting out a small sigh, but she does see him give her a smile and ask her if he could escort her back to her carriage, which Y/n agreed to far too quickly.

And before they began to walk, he softly held the small of her back and guided her, something that so often disgusted her when done by other men, but in this case, didn’t mind in the slightest.

Why was her face so warm? Why were her hands clammy and shaking? Why was her heart beating so damn fast? How was she simultaneously boiling hot and freezing cold at the same time? She needed to get a damned grip. The carriage (that her rich Aunt Josephine had graciously paid for, as it was unsafe for her to come home alone) was waiting for her as he walked her out the back entrance of the mansion, which Harry suggested them to use instead as it was hidden to the ballroom attendees, in order “to prevent any creeps from attempting to snatch another dance with you, love!”. Together, they walked down the seemingly never ending stairs and to the transport. He held her hand and helped her to climb into the carriage, kissing her knuckles gently (Y/n noticed his little smile at this, and she was sure that it was due to the irony of her not letting him kiss her hand earlier, but now not saying a peep about it), before parting to take a step back and keep his hands behind his back instead. He waved her goodbye and wished her well, leaving her with an “until we meet again, Miss Y/ln. I hope my company tonight has pleased you” before the coachman clicked his tongue, sending the majestic steeds, including her own, Flynn, into a gentle yet brisk trod away from the grand mansion and towards her loving home.

She was thankful to the highest degree that she had the luxury of an empty ride home, void of company, which meant she could take off her shoes, undo her corset, kick her feet up, open the small window to let in a chilly breeze and process whatever just happened in the garden of the ballroom. Would she be telling her Marmee about this- about him? She did not know. On one hand, she didn’t want to seem weak with feelings, but on the other hand, her mother wished for her to fall in love (if she ever did) with a good man, and though it could not be classified as love yet (hell, she didn’t even know his last name yet) he was definitely charming, and witty, and better than all the other men she had danced with that night.

Her brain hurt with all of the thinking of boys and tooth-rotting feelings towards them. The breeze that was being blown into the carriage was beautiful, and she was very comfortable, now out of her shoes and corset, but to really seal the deal on the night, all she needed was a large hug from her loving mother, a good cup of tea, a bath and a few pages (or chapters) of a book before an late retirement to bed.

*

You would think that an late retirement to bed would mean an insanely late morning, right? Well, that is what should have happened to Y/n that morning, but instead, she found herself waking up bright and early, her head filled with too many thoughts of him, which were too distracting for her to sleep any longer than she normally would after a late night. She got ready for the day, pulled up her big boots to avoid snakes and ventured off into the acres of her “backyard” to do her morning chores. She walked through the cold dewy grass to get to the stables, where she fed and groomed Atticus, the white Shetland pony with an attitude, before moving on to Flynn, her lovely chocolate brown Clydesdale horse with a thick and proud white blaze down his face and white feet (which her family all referred to as Flynn’s little snow booties). As she did, she whispered good mornings and hellos into his ears before carefully hugging him, making sure not to put her face completely on his, seeing as she was unfortunately allergic to his dander. She filled up his water as she asked him questions like “how was your night?” and “make any new friends?” before letting him out to his large paddock with a “see you soon”. She ventured to the back of the dull red barn that had been weathered down over time, jumping over the paddock fencing, crossing the large field and dragging open the heavy wooden sliding door, three excited Jersey cows running out into the greenery, ready to start a new day of grazing. Y/n then entered through the large creaky wooden door and into the cow manure smelling room. She strode over to the last cow sitting down in the corner, eyes just opening up after a sweet night’s rest. As she walked over, she noticed a little furry creature jumping down from his ledge high in the wood panelling of the barn and following her- it was Fennec, the L/n’s domesticated barn cat - a sweetheart through and through who hated everyone but the family, a little orange Somali cat with the sweetest pointed ears, earning him his name after the long eared fox. The two walked to their friend who was still lying down, only just waking up.

“Good Morning my sweet sleepy Petunia! How are you this lovely dawn?” Y/n asked in a soft yet cheerful voice as she stood over her with her hands on her hips, while Fennec jumped on top of a bale of hay next to her and meowing to make his presence known- an attention seeker of only the L/n’s love and affection. He then waited patiently for his morning hello too.

“Good morning to you too, my handsome Fen! I didn’t mean to leave you out! How are you, my little man?” She gave the special place behind his ears a little scratch as the cat chirped happily to her, almost in response. Y/n always spoke to them as if they were humans- in her mind they were family as much as her sisters and parents, and family was always listened to, even if family was a fox looking cat and a slightly sleep-dazed cow.

Y/n then looked back at the cow, who had gotten a hold of her bearings and began to stand, Y/n standing back to give her some space. Once she got up, the girl pat her slowly before embracing her in a sweet hug, one that Petunia leaned into, her head on her shoulder as she huffed into her ear softly, warm air hitting Y/n’s neck as she smiled, loving stroking her friend, giving her a pat, before walking, the cow following her stride in almost perfect sync.

“Your friends are all already awake and in the paddock grazing, P! Why is it you who always needs a wakeup call, huh?” The Jersey replied with a short high pitched moo, but Y/n was only teasing her- she never minded that Petunia didn’t want to wake up until she gave her a sweet good morning, and if fact, it was nothing but endearing that even though Petunia spends most of her time with the rest of the small herd, she refuses to get up and start the day without her morning hello and hug from her human best friend.

They walked together to the paddock before Petunia jogged off to her friends, ready to say hi, before beginning to graze. Y/n filled up the large water trough before walking out of the front door and to the sheltered firewood stock. She collected a full wheelbarrow of good firewood before walking back to the house, Fennec following her the whole way through. She stocked up the firewood box outside of the front door, wheeled the barrow back up the hill, this time with Fennec as her precious cargo, sat it down to its previous place, grabbed Fennec and walked back down once again to her home, this time holding him in her hands, stroking him the whole way back.

Once arriving at the house once again, Fennec jumped out of Y/n’s arms and walked through the door and while she took her muddy boots off. Fennec went ahead and worked his way through the maze of their house and to the kitchen, near the back door where plopped himself down next to his food bowl, ready for breakfast. She walked after him and began to prepare his morning meal, pulling the leftover fish out of the newspaper that Hannah, their helper who cleans with Liz and cooks meals for the entire family, had left for Fennec the night before while cleaning the dishes. Y/n put the food into the dish and refilled his water in the sink, before turning around to place the bowl on the floor, running straight into Hannah herself, who was looking at her with a strange suspicious look on her face. After jumping and putting her hand to her slightly heaving chest in her surprise, Y/n, looks at Hannah, gives her a confused look before inquiring. “Why are you looking at me in such a fashion?” as she placed the water bowl down.

Hannah squinted her eyes, assessing Y/n’s every feature before noting, “You look different…”

Look different? What the heck was that supposed to mean?

She rises, an inquisitive look on her face. “How so?” She pressed, now very intrigued and still ever so confused.

“You look brighter despite your late night… It’s suspicious…”

“I have no idea what you are talking about, Hannah…” Y/n retorts, washing her hands thoroughly with soap. She was playing stupid though- Y/n knew that she probably seemed much more chipper, and she was in no mood to discuss why. She would never admit to anyone that she had fun at a ball- she had never before. Especially at a matching ball, where the women wore dance cards and awaited stupid men to pluck them like flowers. And especially not because of a specific boy, who at the end of the night swooped in, annoyed her, danced with her and flustered her all in one. No way would she admit all of that.

Hannah though, was an older woman with wisdom beyond even her years- she knew that Y/n was hiding something, Y/n was aware of that. But still, she remained dumb as Hannah enquired further.

“This mood wouldn’t have anything to do with last night’s festivities, right?”

Y/n, though panicking on the inside, had a decent straight face, developed after dozens of late night poker games.

“No, of course not,” She forces herself to let out a huff of an incredulous laugh that only lasted a second, before looking back at her hands, busying herself with washing the suds off and picking up a towel to dry them so that she didn’t have to look at Hannah’s face.

Before Hannah could further interrogate, both of them heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and Y/n quickly took the opportunity to escape.

“Oh, would you hear that! The girls are waking up!” She quickly stated, her voice several decibels louder, looking to the ceiling, where the footsteps could be heard descending. She looked at Hannah just for a second, only allowing her to let out an incredibly suspicious “Hmm…” before dashing out of the kitchen to see who woke up first, leaving Hannah behind to continue making breakfast for the girls. After leaving the door, she arrived in the drawing room where all of the girls sat and ate. The stairs led down to the very room she was in, so she looked to her left and saw the first sister of the day- Safia.

She was dressed in her sweet frilly nightgown that she filled out nicely- most despicable mothers and grandmothers always called her “overweight”, “hefty”or “fat”, but all of the girls knew that was nothing but spiteful hag talk. Her hair was half up half down, the incredibly long locks perfectly curled despite her not touching them at all. She had beautiful clear skin, so soft and warm you could have mistaken it for a baby’s. So quiet and graceful, she tiptoed down the final two stairs and reached the bottom, looking at Y/n with sleepy, slightly squinted eyes, still adjusting to the light of day. She smiled sweetly at her older sister and came up to give her a warm hug.

“Y/n, you’re home!” She softly exclaimed, her voice never reaching above a mouse’s peep. They embraced and swayed slightly before letting go to walk into the kitchen and help Hannah set the table. As they picked up their first sets of plates and pots each, filled with eggs, toast, jam and marmalade, Y/n smiled back at her sister and gave her a little “I am! Did you miss me last night?”

“Of course, but I always miss you. I missed you this morning when I walked into your room and found your bed empty. I cannot believe that after such a late night you are still driven enough to wake up early and do chores! I had already decided that I would do them for you later today, so imagine my worry!”

God, Safia was so sweet. Y/n never understood the phrase “I could eat you up” when referring to something cute… but sometimes Y/n could eat her up! She was the sweetest, kindest, shyest little angel to ever grace the Earth. That is why she was never bullied, not even by the meanest of girls. She was so graceful and true, that even though it was hard for others girls not to be envious of her and the attention she drew from only the most handsome of men, they knew they had no right to be- she was so darling and caring of others that she deserved only the best, and no one could be anything but happy for her.

“Never worry about me, Saf. I am always 100% fine, even when you worry yourself dizzy!” The girls walk back into the kitchen and take cutlery and smaller serving plates, as they continue their conversation, Y/n steering the conversation away from the events of her late night and instead towards Safia’s latest knit. She softly recounted the process of her success in making a little forest green jumper for Fennec, as they brought out the last things for the table, and took their seats, Y/n pushing away thoughts of the man whose eyes matched the knitted piece.

Just as they began to reach for various items on the table, the front door creaked open, as if the person arriving was attempting to not wake anyone up. The girls immediately knew only one sweet and caring woman would do that, and that was-

“Ma!!” the girls exclaimed as quietly as they could, jumping out of their chairs and running through the living room and to the hallway where their loving mother was taking off her tiny boots, smiling at them kindly. Y/n immediately dropped to the floor to help her mother out of her shoes while Saf hugged her. Once Y/n pulled the shoes off and put them by the door, she rose, hugged her mother fiercely before walking her to the dining room, asking her how her early morning treating the Poe children for the flu was. They sat at the table and the girls filled their mother’s plate with buttered toast and fresh fruit before continuing to butter their own. The pitter patter of their mother’s tiny feet were heard gracefully down the stairs- there was only one of the sisters who inherited mother’s dainty feet, and that was Ula. Her tired eyes were carefully wiped as she walked to the dining table, wished a good morning to her mother before spooning berries into her plate- never using her hands, as always. Finally, once Liz ambled down the stairs and sat down at the dining table, her dress robe tied on tight and a tissue to her nose, a pout painted onto her face, the whole family (except for father, of course) were all present and accounted for.

“Oh Liz. Not feeling any better, are you?” Ma asked, walking over to her and putting her hand on her forehead to check her temperature. Liz pulled her hands off of her face and plopped them into her lap, her nose red and irritated as she pathetically sniffled, holding her mother’s hand tightly for comfort.

“No, Ma. I still feel horrible. And I can’t believe I was ill on the very night of Tilly Hughes ball! And at the next high tea, all that they will be talking about is the events of the ball, and I would be left out. I spoiled my night with the snow dancing last week and now I am paying the price severely.” Liz was not a spoilt child at all- she was very put together and polite, even described by all of the matchmaking mothers at balls and parties as “the perfect housewife”. And perfect she was- a homebody who hated dirty outside jobs, and instead spent all of her time indoors, with her chores including dusting, washing the dishes, sweeping and ironing, all things she loved to do because they kept her busy. She was sweet and obedient, not at all naughty or scandalous like other seemingly innocent girls, and to top it all off, she already held natural mothering tendencies towards all of her younger sisters, as being the oldest made her strong and motherly immediately. She was slender and had beautiful mid length black hair that smelt of fresh laundry. She felt, looked and smelt as clean and fresh as the crisp shirts she ironed in the late nights, when all of the sisters had no major events happening the next day, so they stayed up til the wee hours of the night, doing each other’s hair, talking, eating biscuits with tea, playing cards, knitting, reading and sewing. But naturally, she, being human, had flaws. And her flaw had been her desire for the shiny things that her friends were given by their families. Though Y/n never really cared about what others said about her, and when she did, she stuck up for herself, Liz, though being seen through her three sisters eyes as beautiful and sweet and caring, still felt the need to show others that she was perfect. That she had money and could enjoy higher class luxuries- which was a problem as the L/ns, though much more fortunate than others, definitely were not the wealthiest. Their farm was a gentleman’s farm, yes, which meant that they didn’t rely on it for money, but it was inherited land and had been for many generations. And their father, after a few bad loans, was short on money, forcing him to apply for a job overseas- blue collar work that other families would feel embarrassed by, but not the L/n’s- they simply wished for their father’s safety and return. The girls had to take their jobs  around the house more seriously, as the farm was no longer to just teach the girls about responsibility- no, they had to sell their goods now. Every Sunday morning, while townsfolk went to church, the girls stocked up Flynn with all their goods safely tucked away before walking to the town square, selling fresh milk, butter, tea leaves and produce to the people.

“It’s okay, Liz. You cannot help that you are ill!” Their mother softly comforted, stroking her hair before squeezing her arm. Liz leaned into her and laid her head on her shoulder.

“I know Ma. Plus, it’s all okay, considering next week's plan.”

Y/n was confused.

“What are we doing next week?” She inquired, looking between her mother and sister suspiciously as they held faces drenched in guilt.

“Ma? Liz?”

The room was tense before their mother looked at Liz.

“Well, go on then. You told me that Y/n knew and happily agreed- I only see it fair for you to be the bearer of news then.”

Liz looked guiltily at her plate, then at Y/n.

“Well…Pippa thought it would be wonderful to have… a little soirée at her place… a small get together, really” she explained in a quiet voice, evident to Y/n that she was not telling the whole truth.

“How big is “a little get together”?” Y/n asked

“Well… really it’s… um so there is Pippa’s family and-“ her sister sputtered, but Y/n already knew what was coming.

“Liz, tell me already!”

“It’s sixty. Sixty people at Pippa’s mansion for a ball. It is not a debutant one, but there will be men there to dance with, and you really must accompany me.” She quietly admitted, voice as soft as Safia’s, but heard in the otherwise silent room.

Y/n was going to get mad at her. She was very good at that- getting mad. She was going to chew Liz out for not only making her attend another one of those silly things, but for also not telling her, springing it upon her and forcing her to accompany her.

But she looked at her sister and saw the guilt on her face, nose still red from her sickness that prohibited her from going to Tilly’s ball, yet she still put on a happy face and helped her get ready before wishing her well last night. Additionally, there may be a certain person that Y/n could see again at said ball. There was no doubt in her mind that he was not a frequent ball-goer, what with his obvious lack of decorum, but Tilly and Pippa were in the same friend group, and though there were new people to talk to at every ball, who could resist inviting the tall charming Brit? Y/n was getting giddy at the sliver of a chance she had to possibly see, let alone talk to him again.

While Y/n was contemplating how she was going to respond in a way that didn't cause suspicion for her willingness to attend the very event she was complaining about the evening before, Ula chimed in her signature whiny voice.

“I could go with you! You never let me come to them, and I know I would be the most graceful dancer there!” She stood and began to dance and twirl, her arms going through the five ballet positions as she spun on her toes. But even she knew that it was all for nothing. After watching her move, Liz immediately turned to Y/n with pleading eyes.

“Please! It’s dangerous for me to go alone, but taking Ula isn’t an option either and you know it! She is still too young!” The twelve year old in question pouted before sitting down with her arms crossed. She couldn’t have been too mad though, as Saf put her arm on her thigh, and before anyone could try to console the pouty child, she already went back to her berries, munching in silence.

Y/n forced out an annoyed sigh, and Liz looked at her with hopeful eyes.

“You owe me for this, Elizabeth…” And as her sister beamed with happiness, Y/n too, smiled for a different reason- for a different person…

**

Damn…

Damn, damn, dammit…

She hated to admit this to herself, but Y/n was…

Nervous …

Damn oh damn oh dammit to hell!

She was lucky she was not exclaiming this aloud, or Liz would have smacked her with her pristine glove before she could blink twice, chastising her for not being enough of a lady. But how else was she supposed to express herself when she was so… nervous? And it definitely was not due to the dance- she had been to enough of those to make her eyes roll to the back of her head, never to be seen again. She had also never cared about what people had thought of her- most of the boys there could not hold their own spoon when eating dinner, let alone conversation more illuminating than the entertainment a brick wall could supply. But here she was, yet again in the ballroom in her old, albeit pretty dress that Liz hoped no one would recognise from a previous event, nor pay close enough attention to notice that the bottom of the skirt had a tear that was produced while the girls were walking to the venue, Y/n so deep in thought about whether she would see a certain someone that she didn't notice her skirts slipping from her grasp and immediately getting snagged on a pesky root of a tree. Liz nearly had a panic attack because of it, chastising herself for trusting her sister enough to leave the house without a mini sewing kit to fix her mistake. She resorted to making Y/n promise she would not move around too much, or God forbid, dance so as to not arouse attention to her, risking her mistake being caught. Y/n didn’t mind that she had been prohibited from dancing- if anything, it was a relief that she would not have to endure the painstaking process of listening to men. Now she had an excuse to stay away from the boys, and not be forced into socialising like Liz always made her do.

But, the moment she walked into the ballroom, with all the girls in the prettiest of dresses (except for Tilly Hughes and her friends, who were cruel and made Liz feel insecure with their relentless passive aggressive comments), Y/n immediately began to look for the certain somebody. It was unlike her to think of a boy for more than an hour, and for the thoughts to be out of anything other than annoyance or pure rage. Instead, she felt giddy and excited- she was even smiling! And not just to be polite, or because she was looking at her sister! No, she was genuinely excited to see Harry and talk to him once again. But that also brought nerves too. This was the first boy she was ever interested in- she didn’t want to ruin this. She wasn’t sure how to be pretty and alluring to a boy because she had never cared for the topic when older women taught the girls how to be attractive. All she knew was that she felt her stomach twist in knots when she thought about Harry, and that she really liked him.

She needed to remain calm though. Retaining a neutral face was key to not bruising her ego, as cheeky Harry would 100% inquire why she was so giddy if he was to see her. Despite the annoyance and blow to her pride that she would feel, along with her pep talk to herself to not act weird, she still felt the small smile remain on her mouth as she walked around the big room, sipping some sparkling apple juice that was being served. While waiting for a glimpse of the chocolate haired tall British boy, which she remained almost embarrassingly vigilant for, she chatted with a sweet girl named Nin, who was short, had lovely long jet black straight hair and the prettiest dark brown eyes, and round face. They talked about the grandness of the room, then each other’s sisters, who were both chatting and dancing with boys and their respective friends. An hour later, Nin excused herself to go introduce herself to the man her sister insisted she talk to, leaving Y/n to hover around the room. After scanning it once more and noting the lack of Harry’s presence, she concluded that he must not have attended the ball at all. She felt a pang of disappointment, and allowed herself to wallow in it only for a second, quickly walking out of the room and into the long, dark and empty corridor to sigh and pout for a moment.

After stopping outside the room, closing the door behind her with a thud, her echoed heeled steps ceased, and she was immediately confused with the wet smacking sound that she heard down the corridor, only a few feet away.

What in God is that sound?

Morbidly curious, she began to slowly walk towards the sound, hyper aware of the clicking and clacking of her heels, making sure that they were as quiet as they possibly could be. She assumed it may have been a lost animal, what with all the heavy breathing between the noises, so she had to stay calm and quiet so as to not scare the creature. Walking past a pretty and elegant gold table pushed to the right of the hall, she tiptoed all the way to the source of the noise, looking to her left, behind one of the many pillars and finding…

A man? A man with his back turned, and, after looking down at the shoes, noticed a figure in a poofy grand dress tucked behind him, pushed up into the corner created with the wall, the pillar and the man as they…

She squinted in the horribly dim lighting to understand the situation. As they…

Ew…

As they sucked each other's faces. Y/n suddenly became both disgusted at them doing that in such a location and embarrassed at her presence, with the thought of her possibly being caught gawking at them immediately causing her to tiptoe back to the ballroom as swiftly as she possibly could. She noted the table as she walked past, proud that she remembered and therefore, wouldn’t trip over it. Though, while paying attention to her body not running into it, she forgot about her infuriating dress that seemed to attract things to snag into. The bottom of the left side of her skirt swooshed past, and got snagged on the intricate, yet sharp edge of one of the four legs of the sturdy table, and when she continued to walk away, not noticing she was ensnared, the fabric tore. Y/n immediately winced at the loud noise of the fabric, her whole body freezing as she slowly looked back, hoping that the pair did not hear that.

Unfortunately, God had decided that though they wouldn’t hear the large thud of the door closing or her echoing heeled steps, they would hear her dress rip, and immediately pause their heated kissing to gawk at her.

But as she registered their faces, her heart (and face) immediately dropped. She felt a lump in her throat as she looked at the people kissing under the dim amber lamplight. The blonde, skinny, blue eyed new addition to Tilly Hughes friendship group, straight from France, and the man…

Y/n had never felt so stupid, knowing that her face must’ve looked idiotic with her mouth hanging open and eyes wide and she stared at the tall, tall British lanky boy who teased and waltzed with her under the pale moonlight. Who’s single touch had sent her in a tizzy, and made her glow with happiness for the entire week they spent apart. And though he held her so softly, teased her in a way that made her feel special, here he was, caught with the loose coils in disarray, lips shiny, red and swollen and eyes a frenzy, wide and dark with lust for a girl that was the antithesis of her.

She doesn’t know how long the three must’ve stared at each other (or more accurately, Harry and Y/n stared at each other while the unnamed girl shifted her gaze between the two), before she was suddenly unfrozen in time, pulled the silly fabric of her dress until it gave way, turned around and sped walked all the way back to the ballroom, before deciding that she didn’t want anyone to see her when she inevitably began to weep, and instead, took a hard right and walked into the closest room in the hall, shutting the door tightly behind her.

The room was illuminated by the numerous oil lamps along the walls, and she hoped no one was present as she walked into the small study, with a bookshelf to the right, and a desk with a bar cart to the left. She breathed in and out, trying to calm herself as her eyes began to water. How could he do that to her? Did he not care for the small yet meaningful time they shared? He toyed with her as if they were close the last time he saw her, so how could he go and do that to her, kissing the hell out of the pretty, elegant and graceful French girl that Y/n could never live up to. It was just when she began to feel the teardrops fall when she heard footsteps come closer and closer to the door. She prayed to God that it wasn’t Harry, yet once again, She was not on the mortal girl’s side as the very man she wished didn’t exist opened the door and shut it behind him. She quickly wiped her tears away and looked at him with nothing but heartbreak. He, however, looked annoyed. How and why, she could not tell, but he had no problem answering her unspoken question.

“Why would you stand there all frozen and shocked before running away? Now she thinks that you will go off and tell everyone what you saw and she is crying.”

It took a second for Y/n to realise that he was talking about the girl he was canoodling with. She then had to take another beat and comprehend what he just said. Is he annoyed at her for taking off when he was the one who was kissing the girl in the hallway, where anyone could have walked out? Y/n was in absolute shock, and simply stared at him, hoping he would claim he was joking before beginning to apologise, but all he did was stare at her with his eyebrow raised and mouth in a scowl.

“Well? What do you have to say?” He implored after a minute or so in silence.

Apparently he was completely serious. And Y/n was even more confused- so much so that the girl, who usually never shied down from an argument, was so surprised that all she could answer him with was a tiny, gravelly “What?”, as she furrowed her eyebrows and tilted her head. This seemed enough to set Harry off even further, raising his voice in a peeved tone even louder.

“Do I have to spell it out for you? She is crying, and you left me to deal with her. What am I supposed to do to console a crying gir-“ He cut himself off, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before opening them and beginning again in a lower, yet still sharp tone, running his fingers through his hair as he spoke.

“Whatever- just go apologise to her, promise that you won’t tell anyone and we can all pretend like this never happened and go back to what we were doing.”

This man had to be joking- he wanted her to apologise for walking in on them when they were the ones who are to blame for conducting their private business in public! Still, Y/n could not respond back. She was too heartbroken. He was the first boy she had ever been interested in- born with an awareness like no other, she knew that men were nothing but disappointments, and vowed that she would never give her time, space, energy or thoughts to them when they were nothing but undeserving of it. But then Harry, who annoyed her so much, was somehow able to both conform to her perception of how stupidly annoying men were, but simultaniously make her want him nonetheless. Her eyes began to water again- why was it that the first boy she ever liked was a bastard?

“Why are you crying?” He asked, sounding confused- and that hurt Y/n even more. How could he be so indifferent? Did he not understand even the slightest of her affection for him? Was he that uncaring for her? She still could not answer, and immediately began shutting off her emotions. She immediately stopped silently crying and wiped her tears, now nothing but ashamed as she looked anywhere but at him. Then, she heard him scoff, and when she reluctantly peered up at him, his evergreen eyes were full of realisation, darting between hers. He walked towards her in his same, slow yet wide stride and stopped only a few centimetres away from her, mirroring his close proximity a week before- when everything was perfect.

“Oh don’t tell me…” Her gaze sharply shifted to their previous location, down to the floor, but he lifted her chin with his index and middle finger, making her look into his eyes as he analysed her further. He tutted in a patronising tone.

“Silly girl, don’t tell me you’ve fallen for me, hmm?”

How was this possible? How could someone go from naughty yet sweet and familiar to so cold and unforgiving. She felt her heart breaking even more, but she would not let herself show it at all. She closed her eyes and willed the entire situation away. She didn’t want this to taint the perfect person he was in her head. He began to graze his thumb over her bottom lip, and as she opened her eyes, he continued.

“I knew you must have been stupid for the whole “I’m so innocent” act, but I had credited you as at least a little inteligent. But you truly are a thoughtless little sweetheart.”

She stared at him with malice, but remained where she was. Unfortunately, she was frozen still and could not move even though it was all she wanted to do at that point.

He suddenly removed his hand and continued. “Listen, darling. I am not some shy Mr. Darcy here to fall in love with you and whisk you away from what you think is a treacherous life. I have no intentions of loyalty to one woman- why would I when I could have numerous instead?” He finished the end of his sentence with a smirk.

Her heart broke even more- how dare he bring Mr. Darcy into this…

Suddenly, the door opened, and both Harry and Y/n looked at the door immediately, but soon untensed when they found it was the blonde French girl. Her eyes were still a little red, but she had calmed down by this point. She looked at Y/n warily before silently speaking to Harry. He explained to her.

“She promised she wouldn’t tell anyone…” before pausing to make deep eye contact with Y/n before continuing. “…no one at all”

The girl nodded and walked over to Harry, before shamelessly starting to kiss and bite his neck, Harry laughing slightly as his head fell back. Y/n couldn’t fathom how shameless this girl suddenly became. Harry looked at her suddenly, as if he remembered she was still in the room.

“Unless you would like to join, would you excuse us? We wouldn’t want anyone else walking in on us out there. Thank you for finding a room for us, though…”

She could not believe her ears. She unpaused, turned around sharply and left at the same speed as she arrived, almost running away.

***

She was tuning everything out, simply there to avoid sitting alone. If she was, she would be left with her feelings for too long and would begin to cry, and she couldn’t ruin the night for Liz like that- not only because she did not want her to have to leave early, especially when she missed the last ball due to her sickness, but also because she would not know what excuse to make for her watery red eyes other than the truth that she was crying, and she would not- no, could not have that. No one had ever seen her cry before- well, at least for her parents… and now… him. She could not stop thinking about the look of perverted glee on his face, furrowed eyebrows and sinful smirk as he scoffed at the feelings she had never felt before. She was brought out of her train of thought though, when she heard his name being mentioned in hushed voices by her Tilly and her wicked friends.

“Shh, girls! Look over there! It’s Harry and Charlotte. Wonder where they were, huh?” Tilly paused and smirked as the girls around her snickered, nursing the champagne glass in her hand daintily. Y/n looked over to where the girls were staring- Harry had just entered the room through the door she had come out and ran into a mere hour ago, his hair still a mess and lips still red, now with rumpled clothes too- and Y/n had to look away. Following him was the mystery girl- Charlotte, her lipstick completely gone, hair also mussed, corset loose and undone and eyes darting around the room in a shifty manner, hoping no one (except for her friends) noticed her absence. One of the other girls in the group chimed in during the pause, while the rest continued to watch.

“She is so lucky. Harry is one of- if not the most handsome man in this country- and foreign too! Have you heard his accent?”

Tilly looked at the girl with a cruel stare before rolling her eyes and in a disdainful tone, snarked. “Wipe the drool off your mouth, Margaret,” she teased cruelly, before looking back at Harry. “Plus, everyone knows that Harry has been with every girl under the sun. Face it- Charlotte is simply his woman of the week.” She took another sip of her drink as all the others concurred with short hums of agreement. Did everyone know he was a debauched playboy but her? Even Lizzy nodded! Her own sister! Y/n could not feel more stupid. She was trailing off in thought again when the girls began to whisper.

“Shut your mouths girls, he’s coming!”  The girls (or well, all except Liz) began to preen and look at him with flirtatious eyes. Y/n followed their eye lines and found Harry coming towards them, Charlotte still trailing. He arrived in front of the group, bowed and presented the quiet and shy girl back to the group.

“This one got lost on her way back from the washroom. You might want to keep an eye on her before she wanders again.” He looked over to her as she smirked. He then met eyes with the other girls, never staying on one for longer than a few seconds, looking at them as if they were items on a menu, and he was excited to try them all. Y/n looked at him with disdain, eyes squinted, mouth pouted, nose slightly scrunched.

Despicable bachelor...

He then locked eyes with her, as if he heard the very thought from her head. He looked at her intently, giving a small smirk. He was teasing her, after breaking her heart.

He looked at the other girls one more time, bowing again, before looking at her once again. He held a smug look as he bowed once more.

“Miss”, he murmured in his smooth and charming British accent- the others sighed as he walked off, but Y/n saw through his faux wooing and sweetness. She knew him for what he really was. A right bastard.

And after she understood that, she knew she had seen enough. She had to go home now. She leant over to Liz and told her she would be waiting in the foyer of the house for her to say her goodbyes. And by midnight, they were home from another ball once more- Y/n completely drained.

No more boys. No more feelings.

And with that promise, she gazed at the ceiling and prayed for sleep to snatch her soon, too pained to be left in her own thoughts about him for any longer.

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read part two here!

[smokesandsonatas]

pls can you give us some fem chubby reader hcs? thank you so much and i hope you will have all the ssrs you wish 🥺🙏

+ Since this request and the others feel similar for me, I combined them into one! Also I haven't written anything for a long time, wwww. All NRC students, excluding Ortho my precious child, are involved here. +

Gentle, chubby fem reader. Also used 'thicc' as a synonym for chubby.

Chubby Reader MC X Twisted Wonderland men.

Not beta read.

Your unique looks and gentle demeanor are what initially draws them to you. Your gentle voice is the exact opposite of his nagging mother, and your chubby body just radiates warmth, that's why perhaps Riddle seeks your company out, albeit secretly. He doesn't want you to know your praises are soothing to his ears.

Cater initially wanted to tease you, but a quick pout in his direction got the son of the Diamond family trembling on his knees. Oh, you're the very definition of cute, you're adorable, for even if he doesn't like 'cute' things, you're an exception.

You always wondered why Trey brings you baked goods. Cakes, brownies, red velvets, anything he bakes he will give it to you. You voiced out your insecurity once that you'll gain weight, but Trey is quick to reassure you with the gentle caresses of his big hands on your waist that you look absolutely beautiful.

If you meet Deuce when he's in his delinquent phase, then perhaps he would bully you because of bad peer influence, but he is now a changed man. He is a supportive friend and loves it when he can feel your presence with him, you just radiate a warmth that he cannot explain. Once you hugged him, as a sign of your affection, his face pressed into your plump chest, Deuce exploded into a stuttering, blushing mess.

Oh dear, when Ace saw you hugging Deuce, he is quick to be on your side, exasperatedly asking why can't you do that to him too. It's unfair, y'know? He's one of the people to first befriend you! Tsk. Ace's hands will always hover over you as if resisting the urge to touch you everywhere. Once you hugged Ace, his face pressed on your soft chest, he'll sigh and sent Deuce an arrogant, victory smirk. Just like that, chaos will ensue.

Beastmen loves meat, and prefer meat over bones. You always wonder if somehow, Leona will eat you. The Prince of the Sunset Savannah always shamelessly rakes his eyes over your form. Lashes fluttering as he looks at you up and down. Frankly, it made you insecure, because why would he do this? The answer will come in the way he would grab you in the Botanical garden, making you plop on the ground as he put his head on your thighs, acting as his pillow. Leona will never tell you, but your softness and gentleness always lull him into his much-needed sleep, also, he may or may not accidentally grope your tiddies. What? Feline creatures like him are fascinated by round things.

Ruggie is fascinated with you, you look so plump, so cute, and he adores it. You're kind to him too, always sharing your food with him, and with your gentle demeanor, you never raised your voice unprovoked. Pet him once and Ruggie turns into an obedient hyena ready to act on your command.

He will never tell, but you make Jack nervous. He can't help it! You once sat behind him and absentmindedly grabbed his fluffy tail as he saw you pressed it into your cheeks, and Jack almost had a heart attack. He loves the way you're so plump it makes him want to protect you with his muscular form.

Azul once ask if you wanted a piece of diet advice, out of the good of his own heart, or maybe not. You can't tell if he's being serious, but if you accept it or decline, Azul is still quick to praise your efforts while accepting that land creatures have different body types. Besides he prefers you're plumpness, it makes him feel something. He is quite concerned, and he won't tell but he fears that you'll get bullied too. You reassure him that you're alright. Once Azul caught wind of a student who throws unexpected backhanded compliments in your way, said student ended up at the bottom of the barrel. Fear not, Azul will offer you a contract that will make you require his protection. And no, it's not his excuse to make you rely on him because it feeds his ego. No, Azul will deny it, yet his tentacles coming alive is the opposite indication.

If you crave something and somehow it ends up in front of you, Jade is most likely the mastermind behind it. Don't you know that eels love soft things? A hand on your thigh, gently squeezing as you sat beside him, or a caress of your waist as Jade hovers over you. One time Jade is wiping the glasses when you leaned over the countertop, your full and bouncy chest pressing over the bar, tired and out of your wits, you let out a satisfying yawn. Mouth wide open as you tried to fight your drowsiness. Only to jerk up in surprise at the sound of glasses breaking. Alert, you saw Jade smiling at you, yet his eyes are closed. "Please don't worry, I just had to release the tension somewhere else," Jade said as he pats your head. Though you're confused, you let that one slide even though you saw fragments of glasses in his hand. Tsk, you have no idea just what you do to poor Jade, don't you?

You can't figure out Floyd, he's an enigma. But if there's one thing he loves, it's squeezing the life out of your body. "You're so soft," Floyd would lovingly sigh, resting his head on your shoulder, as you're entangled in his arms. One of his famous mood swings came with a peculiar request, he ask you to squeeze his head using your thighs. Of course, you declined, that is embarrassing! Bad take, Floyd looms over your body as he tried to intimidate you. It can only go on one thing: When you decline Floyd would forcefully part your legs, then will lovingly wrap them around his neck. Making you get stuck in an awkward, shameless position with him. You're a mess because your thighs are choking him! And yet, you just can't find it in your heart to reprimand the clingy and moody eel.

Kalim is a ray of sunshine, and you will always find yourself hugging the little man. His face brightens as you return his affection. And he, for some reason, likes to bury his face on your chest. If Kalim is feeling sad, you're the first person he'll go to. Please comfort him, put his head lovingly on your chest and he will be in a good mood again.

It's peculiar the way Jamil seeks your attention. At one-moment he'll treat you like how he treats everyone else, then the next he will put an arm on your thigh, absentmindedly caressing as you sat beside him at one of Scarabia's party. You heard Jamil humming once, and goodness, his voice is utterly angelic that you can't help but coo and throw praises in his way. That day, unbeknownst to you, Jamil is blushing hard under his hoodie basking in your body warmth and kindness. Praise him more, will you?

With you're physique, you're at odds with Vil. A model who sought to be the fairest of them all. Most often than not, Vil will recommend diet regimens, telling you to exercise more and whatnot, sometimes he comes off as arrogant and nagging, much like Azul. It is quite exhausting dealing with him, yet once you truly show Vil that you love your body, then he will leave you alone. Vil supposes that there's a charm in your chubby physique. He found himself wondering what it feels like to be the center of your affection seeing that you can only gently reprimand him, and you return his rude gestures with kindness. Oh, potato, you're too good for their world. Yet, those are just wandering thoughts for the Vil Schoenheit, but he will stand up for you if one of his acquaintances, from the industry or the school, insults you, he won't tolerate it. That person will get fired the very next day or will face the wrath of the most beautiful man in the world.

Your relationship with Rook is really interesting. The Hunter will love chasing you! And it just creeps you out a tiny bit when he found out your exact measurements. Expect hugs from him, from behind, from the front. You wonder if it's his hands you feel ghosting over your ass, but not outright touching inappropriately. You will find random poems about you, and how you're the goddess of fertility, ah, the typical hunter.

Epel will go crazy about your shape. Women in their village are quite fleshy, and Epel loves your curves. You have a busty chest, plump thighs, and a rounded butt, what more can he ask for? You're the perfect one for this manly man. Just pay attention to him, m'kay? Don't call him cute, or you will find yourself succumbing to his deadly cuteness.

Idia is losing sleep over you. You praise him, saying that you love his hair. You're kind, you don't push him out of his comfort zone, and above all of that? You're 'thicc af' for him. You caught him staring at you for quite a while, and when you told him that, Idia's hair quickly went up in red flames, and he's running back inside his room. Gosh, he's losing his mind! Ffs! He dropped his tablet when he realized that his search history includes... quite vulgar, peculiar searches about anime characters with chubby body shapes like you. Man, Idia wouldn't mind if you choked him with your thicc thighs. Idia almost slammed his head on his table, Damn, he's down bad for you.

Faeries love fertile things. With your busty chest, wide hips, thick thighs, and a plump butt, you're body is the definition of fertility, perfect for bearing a child. Malleus doesn't care at first, he could not help but scoff as you shyly hide your plump body away from him. You can't help the insecurity simmering in your belly, like Vil, Leona, and even Idia, Malleus is just too good-looking, and he's tall too. The Prince of Fae will remind you just how desirable you look, though it's just a shame you always miss his remarks about how truly he adores your body. You also have a gentle demeanor, much like how one would associate the shape of round with kindness, you have no sharp edges to your personality. As your friendship deepens, Malleus finds comfort in your warmth, especially when you hug him and caressed his head. Just don't let your hands wander too much it ends up on his horns, or you will find a possessive dragon hovering above you in your bed.

For some reason, Lilia always ends up pressing his tiny head over your chest. This little old faerie will excitedly float above you, then will accidentally land on your boobs. His face squished between your two mounds. You eventually get used to it, and you can't help but feel that Lilia is treating you like a... teddy bear, with how much he loves to hold your body. Lilia tells you it's because, in Briar Valley, the fae race doesn't have many interesting body shapes like yours, they're all slender and tall, or small and quite thin, choosing to display that even though they have the power to change forms anyway. Don't be insecure! Lilia wonders how would your thighs look like with a bite mark on them.

Sebek is bursting red, literally. Human! How dare you have such a voluptuous figure that looks delicious to the eyes of fae?! Every time he talks to you, he needs to focus on your face, but it's like Sebek wants to smack himself for staring at your busty chest instead. He will randomly scream once he finds out how much he wishes to lay his head on your thighs.

For Silver, you're the perfect pillow. Please don't get him wrong, Silver adores your softness. Your big boobs are the perfect pillows for him, as with your thighs. Rest his head on your chest, as you play with his hair and he will fall asleep within seconds, your gentle heartbeat lulling him to peacefulness. And if Silver catches people bad-mouthing your appearance? He will wake up, and defend you like the knight in shining armor that he is.

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[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

👑 Being Seijoh's Manager 👑

🏐Miss Manager Plays Volleyball🏐

*not me using any excuse to use all the Seijoh gifs

Seijoh 4/ Aoba Joshai Team x Female Manager/Volleyball Player

Warnings: swearing

A/N: This is a request from @foxysdump!

The undeniable talent you hold YN

Not only are you freaking awesome in every single way possible

But now you play volleyball too 😱

Seriously tho, how cool!

Let's just say you are the captain of the Aoba Joshai's Girls Volleyball team 🙌🏻

The Queen of the Court?

Nah we wouldn't want to impose on Oiks

But seriously, everyone knows who you are 😍

Everyone adores you

You are smart, kind, funny and an amazing team leader

You are friends with everyone in school

Including the Seijoh 4 ✌🏻

Well mostly Iwaizumi, Makki and Mattsun

A certain SOMEONE 👀 gets a bit jealous of you

I wouldn't whom ever that could be 🤪

NE WAYS, you hang out with our favorite dream team often

So when Iwaizumi brings up that the team needs help to prepare for fall prelims, you happily offer your assistance 😊

They immediately take it

Iwaizumi because he knows how helpful you will be

And Makki/Mattsun because they know it will grind Oikawa's gears 😅

So when you show up before everyone else and start setting up, it's not a surprise

I mean you are driven

ITS ABOUT DRIVE, ITS ABOUT POWER

God someone take tik tok away from me 😃

Back on track

Ok so you are setting up when a certain someone just happens to be walling through

You 👉🏻 😇🙋‍♀️

Makki/Mattsun 👉🏻😗 🎶

Iwaizumi 👉🏻😐😑

The rest of Seijoh 👉🏻🍿🧎‍♂️🧎

Oikawa 👉🏻😳🤨

Mans is going through denial

"What is she doing here?"- jerky-kawa

Iwaizumi 👉🏻😠👊🏻

"IWA-CHAN" 😭😭😭

"I invited her Shittykawa so be nice!"

Honestly you don't know what just happened

It kind of feels like a fever dream 😅

This team gives me whiplash

Anyways, Oikawa will stare glare at you the entire time

You've done nothing wrong

You help Yahaba with his form

Kindaichi and Mattsun with their read blocking

Even Mad Dog is listening to you 😲

Makki and Kunimi are laughing with you about a meme

Meanwhile Oikawa is off sulking

Like come on YN, you really think you could just waltz into HIS practice

We need a plan 📕

What's one thing Oiks loves more that Milk Bread?

Praise 👏🏻

We will win him over

So when Iwaizumi asks you to set for him, you glance to Oikawa

"Hey Toru-"

That's good YN, using first names is good 👍🏻

"Do you think you could show me how Iwaizumi likes his spikes? I mean you really are the expert"

Like you could have just asked Iwa YN

He's right there like 🧍‍♂️

But it's a process, trust is

"Pff, I suppose"

Stage 1 is complete 🏆

Next we include him

I have a great idea 💡

Let's have a practice match!

Team Oikawa vs Team YN 👏🏻

Battle of the captains!

Oikawa happily agrees

Mattsun and Makki are stunned 😲

Iwaizumi is rolling his eyes 🙄

You choose teams

Everyone wanted to be on Team YN

This made Oikawa SO mad 😅

You get Makki, Maddog, Yahaba, Mattsun and Watari

Solid Team YN, solid 👌🏻

Of course Oiks is up to serve first

His serve blasts past you

No chance anyone could get that rocket 🚀

It's fine, we use the opportunities we are given

"OMG TORU THAT WAS AMAZING! CAN YOU SHOW ME HOW TO DO THAT?"

Remember how Noya responded to Oiks serve in season 2

Give us that energy YN 👏🏻

"Well I mean I can try"- Oiks

He starting to come around YN

The nail in the coffin comes during the second set

Of course, you are graced with one of Oikawa's beautiful setter dumps

God we all love to see them 🙏🏻

"Holy CRAP! That was so perfect Toru! I'm so bad at dumps! I'd love to learn from a pro like you"

Lay it on thicc YN

Don't worry we forgive you 😘

Oikawas is just like

"👁👄👁 ummm yeah I guess that was pretty great. I mean people expect greatness from me!"

Barf 🤮🤮🤮

Iwaizumi, Mattsun and Makki are all rolling their eyes 🙄🙄🙄

But Toru is now completely team YN 👏🏻

"Iwa-chan, why didn't you being YN earlier to our practice? It's clear she can use all the help I have to offer"

You have to push Oiks out of the way before he gets a concussion YN 🙅

Kindaichi is holding Iwa back again

Makki and Mattsun are laughing 😂

Kunimi is totally recording the whole thing 🤳🏻

Oiks has his hand around your shoulders

He's planning bestie dates for after practice

What did you expect YN 😘

[erenspussy420]

Eren is a public Menace Change my mind

Modern Au Eren likes smelling like You PT2. (My third attempt to post this)

Part 2 to Eren likes smelling like you headcanon:

Okay so like brainstorming with @philliamwrites, who btw check out her Eren fic amazing stuff you will cry and laugh and feel alot okay, this is what Eren is gonna be like.

It’s really sweet he loves to smell like you. It’s comforting, it’s safe, relaxing, sometimes most he’s gonna get horny over it.

now here’s the tiny issue, sorta maybe you share. Yeah you share your lotions with your friends like Connie, Mikasa, or even Jean. You think, no big deal am i right? Lol bitch no.  Eren’s face of betrayal at Armin and Mikasa “I thought we were friends!”

When Eren learns other people smell like you, no he doesn’t pout. He’s totally not crossing his arms and pouting about it. You roll your eyes at him and really try to convince it’s not a big deal. Eren disagrees.

THIS OUR SCENT Y/N 😢

Eren will be a public menace with axe spray. No it’s not for him, it’s for his victims.

Yeah you read this right victims. No one is spared. Eren is gonna body axe spray people in his friend group that you shared your lotions with. Or smell like you.

 Eren doesn’t even get the good smelling ones, this is their punishment

.POOR FUCKING JEAN he wasn’t even on purpose, he grabbed your shit by mistake and now Eren fucking Jeager is sprinting after him with an axe body spray can in one hand and murder in his eyes.

It didn’t end well, Jean had a musky smoky Axe spray cloud and he had the student body part like the Red Sea for him.

Remember you dated this man bun eight pack beautiful green eyes man. Who has a very good...thicc dicc  And like honestly bitch same.