i just love his fat self

dealing with sexual harassment as a fat woman is tricky. like i spent my whole life feeling like i didn’t even deserve anyone’s attention so i took sexual harassment as a compliment for far too long. when i was shouted at from cars, when jokes were made about me at work, when a man insisted on forcing his hand down my pants at a party, i thought at least someone’s looking. which fucking sucks and is just another bullet point on the laundry list of reasons why self love and body positivity are so important– people who don’t feel worthy of love will accept whatever they’re given.

Astro Insecurities

Every one of the 12 zodiac signs has a visceral uncertainty that is burrowed behind their carefully constructed camouflage. Whether they are overconfident, overprotective, overly shy, or just plain guarded, here is a list of what the zodiac is trying to hide…

Aries: What If I’m Not a Superhero? Aries feel compelled to verify their bravery with daring acts of recklessness, but the seemingly confident Ram uses heroism to hide the gnawing anxiety that maybe they will never be important enough to make a lasting impression on the world.  

Taurus: Will I Ever Have Enough? Taurus dreads the idea of destitution and emptiness, because being barren makes them feel lonely and inadequate, so the passive Bull seeks out ways to curb the inner hunger for completeness. Still, they wonder if their happiness is entirely quantifiable.

Gemini: Why Can’t I Finish What I Start?  Determined to get a broad understanding of their world, Geminis change course on a constant basis, but the Twins privately chastise themselves for their unfinished business, and ask why the finish line is so hard for them to reach.

Cancer: When Will I Feel Safe? Cancer aches for the day when he or she can overcome their shyness. Crabs hide inside their shell because in it they are out harm’s way, secretly they hope for a time when they can confidently crawl into the limelight.

Leo: Am I Just Hype? Like a good leader, Leo never lets their morale fade. Instead, the Lion covers up his or her self-doubt with boastful bragging and faithful confidence, but they wonder if underneath it all, they are just one big fat fake self-promotion.

Virgo: Can I Handle It All? Provoked to prove their worth, Virgos take on many overwhelming odd jobs and responsibilities, but the fear of failure, and of never being enough worries the Virgin, who never wants to let down the loved ones who rely on them.

Libra: Why Can’t I Say No? Libra wants total agreement between friends and family to avoid argumentative confrontations, but catering to the needs and wants of others, and attempting to appease everyone in order to gain love leaves the Scales unsure of who they really are.

Scorpio: Am I Going to Get Hurt? Scorpio wants to love and be loved unconditionally in spite of all their eclipsed emotions and dark qualities, so they arm themselves against potential threats that might pierce their defensive armor and fatally wound the naturally untrusting and self-protective Scorpions.

Sagittarius: What Am I Searching For? Sagittarius aims to amass tons of knowledge and experience, but amidst their goal chasing, Centaurs are faced with the reality of their nomadic ways. They know they are meant for something more, but for once, aren’t certain what it is.    

Capricorn: Will I Leave a Legacy? Capricorns stay quiet and concentrated on their concrete goals in hopes of building a respected empire and retiring early. Deeply desiring to contribute to the world, Goats wonder if money and materials are the things they will be remembered for.

Aquarius: Why am I so Different? The world applauds Aquarians for their distinctiveness and detachment, but it is the cause of much shame and embarrassment for Water Bearers who secretly long for a day when they won’t be considered a modern day mutant without a heart.

Pisces: Will I Always Feel Lost? Pisces tries to go with the flow in hopes of being swept away to their higher purpose and true self, but adaptability has Fish questioning whether they will find their own way in this world without the influence of others.

Bts reacting to their partner feeling too big or too fat in their lap

Originally posted by allforbts

A/N: Every person and every size is valid, kay thanks! - Admin Jaefairy

Originally posted by bangtan

Jimin – Jimin would relate to your insecurities, I believe. After a long day at practice, he would come over and just want to hold you. He’d pull you into his lap and instantly feel a drop in his chest at the frown growing on your face. He’d hold you close, rubbing your back. Kissing your forehead and before any self-deprecating words spilled from your lips, Jimin would tell you how much he loved you. “You’re beautiful the way you are, don’t even think about calling yourself otherwise.”

Originally posted by ken-z-the-aesthetic-queen

Jungkook – Jungkook would feel bad if you started feeling too big. It’d make him feel bad, and he’d be slightly awkward, opting for you to sit on his side while he held you. It would make you feel a little worse, but after a few moments he’d ramble about everything he likes about you. From your smile to your curves, to your sexy thighs. He’d make your cheeks warm up, and you’d suddenly feel slightly better. “You’re cute, and I just want you to be comfortable around me, okay?”  

Originally posted by jiminarmy

Taehyung – Taehyung wouldn’t have it. As soon as you said you’re too fat, he’d have his hands all over you. Pulling you closer to him in his lap, he’d slip his tongue in your mouth. Tae’s hands would grip your ass, moaning deeply at all the ass that was his. After he’d kiss you deeply, devouring your lips for a few minutes he’d break the kiss, giving you both a moment to catch your breaths. “What lies were you saying? Hm?”

Originally posted by jeonbase

Yoongi – Yoongi would listen to you call yourself too big to sit in his lap and tilt his head. He’d feel some type of way about you saying that, but knew you were probably anxious. He’d cuddle you close to him, telling you that he thinks you’re fine the way you are but if there are any changes you want to make he’d be down to helping you. “What can we do to make you feel better about yourself?”

Originally posted by notjhope

Hoseok - Hobi would give you the biggest hug while you were in his lap and just smile. He’d shower you with compliments, and kiss your neck. Hoseok would hate anything you said that put yourself down, since he was so in love with you.  Why couldn’t you see what he saw every day? He knew he couldn’t change how you felt about yourself, but that wouldn’t change his feelings.  If you couldn’t love yourself yet, He’d love you til that day came. “Lovely, you’re so beautiful! I’m so lucky to have you!”

Originally posted by jjilljj

- He’d ask you why you feel that way, getting deep into your psyche before getting lost in thought. You find him giving you a deep talk about self-esteem and how it’s so hard to love yourself, but that you just have to take it each day at a time. He’d kiss your hand and smile, playing with your hair. “And you always have me, baby. I love everything about you. “

Originally posted by blackandwhitebangtan

Seokjin – Jin would raise an eyebrow. “Too big?” He’d fuss at you for thinking that that was a thing. He’d make you look him in the eyes and point out how crazy you are for not finding your body perfect. You’d laugh at how ridiculous he was, and he’d make some terrible joke offhand. His hands would pet your head and you’d smile. “If I’m worldwide handsome of course my partner is going to be just as good looking. “

The Fat Brother

19 year old Trey sighed as he struggled to do up the button in the fitting room of Kohls. It was a pair of size 36 green camo shorts, but this brand tends to fit a bit small and … Trey sighed again.  Of all the things Trey was (energetic, funny, brave), skinny wasn’t one of them.

At least, not anymore.  In his junior year of high school, when he and his older brother Kurt found out their parents were getting a divorce, Trey carried a lithe 140 pounds on a 5’11” frame.  Kurt, who is now 22 years old, was 6’2” and a more fit 160 pounds back then, and still is. Trey adjusted to the changes that the divorce brought, but it really affected his brother and altered the dynamic of their relationship. Kurt became depressed and started to develop severe anger issues. Kurt took out a lot of his emotions on Trey, while his dad was too distracted with the divorce to notice that Kurt was making the younger son’s life at home awful. Trey could only find solace in food, and after the boys moved to their dad’s house, lots of greasy takeout food was available to Trey since dad was not a good cook.  
Soon after his older brother started bullying him, 10 or so pounds crept aboard.  It certainly wasn’t anything to worry about, he reasoned.  How hard could it be to drop 10 pounds?

However, from that point to his high school graduation, those 10 insignificant pounds invited another 70 to join them.  It wasn’t that Trey was lazy.  In fact, he was always involved in extra curricular activities outside school and hanging out with his friends. He just ate a LOT due to his reliance on food to calm his emotions, and he was never really interested in joining any sports teams at school that would involve strenuous exercise.

He did start to feel a bit guilty as pound after pound stuck to his gradually expanding form.  Kurt also never failed to remind him of his weight gain and berated him for his lack of self-control and discipline.  When they would cross paths in the hallway, Trey would get anxiety and try to look away. Kurt would do something like grabbing Trey by the arm hard so he couldn’t escape and pinch his love handles or poke his bulging midsection and say something cruel like “Wow you’re such a pathetic fat fuck. Look what you’ve done to yourself, Trey. You just keep getting fatter and more weak looking. I don’t think you’ll ever get abs like me, fat boy.”

It didn’t seem like Kurt had gained a solitary pound.  Rather vain about his appearance, he rarely indulged at the dinner table and faithfully visited the gym at least 4 times per week.  For Halloween, he dressed up as a lifeguard from Baywatch to show off his bod at the house party.  To his credit, it was a cheap costume.

Trey reflected on Kurt joking that he should dress up as a sumo wrestler, buddha or Santa Clause. He felt cool air on his middle as Kurt lifted his shirt and jiggled his belly, laughing and saying he wouldn’t need a pillow, his belly already shook like a bowl full of jelly.  Trey remembered feeling scared that he could feel his chest shake as well.

“I really should go on a diet,” Trey muttered to himself as he left the store with size 38s.  “But Kurt said he would kick my ass if I dared show up at the gym and embarrass him in front of everyone.”

Trey frowned a bit as he drove home, his face reflecting all of his inner turmoil.  Normally he would roll the windows down and sing to his favorite music on the Top 40 radio with a huge smile on his face. Instead, he drove home in silence, his hands not moving from 10 o’clock and 2.

As he mused over his predicament, he found himself gazing at 2 older teens crossing the street in front of the car.  The first teen reminded him a little of himself with the same red hair and blue eyes, at least the skinny version.  The other, for some reason, made him think of Kurt because he had the same shaggy brown hair.  Except where Kurt had kept his physique lean and mean, this guy sported a big gut protruding in front of him and hanging over the strained waistband of his khaki shorts.

“If only it was the other way, if only Kurt gained some weight and I had stayed the same,” Trey thought,  “I wouldn’t give him shit for it.  Yep, it’d be nice to be skinny.”

The other red headed teen glanced around, eyes passing by Trey.  Then he seemed to do a double-take and looked at Trey almost as if he recognized him.

“Oh shit, I hope they weren’t weirded out cause I was staring at them,”


“It’s nice to see you again sweetie” Trey’s mother smiled.

“Yes Mom I miss you.” Trey said.

“Mind if I ask you a question?”

“No, uh, not at all.”

“You know that I love you and want you to be happy” his Mom began.  “I get the feeling that maybe you’re a little upset lately?  Maybe cause of our divorce stuff?  Also maybe … I dunno … something to do with your weight?”

Trey looked at her, mouth agape.  “H-h-how did you know that?”

The woman dug into her purse and pulled out her phone.  She tapped her screen a few times and started scrolling through pictures.

“Here, this is a picture of the 4 of us from 4 years ago,” Trey’s mom told him while showing a picture on the phone.

Trey smiled as he remembered how happy he was that day.  Also he marveled at how he looked about 60 pounds lighter and sported the same flat stomach as his older brother.

“That was a great day” Trey said.

“I know your brother has been acting out a lot lately and you are trying to lose weight.  This is going to sound strange, but I baked some cookies for you and I want you to take them all home.  I know saying that it’s magic makes me sound ridiculous, but I really don’t know how else to explain it.  Listen carefully. Each cookie that Kurt eats will reduce your weight by 2 pounds, and add 3 pounds to his weight.  The only caveat for this to work is that you have to tell him what happens beforehand.  If he has the willpower to resist, then I’m afraid it won’t work.  But if you can get him to just try one, chances are he’ll eat the entire batch.”

Trey just stared at his mom, completely flabbergasted.

“I know, I know,” she said.  “ Just give it a try, alright.  What could it hurt?”


Trey opened the front door of his house with his foot, hands holding the pan of 24 cookies wrapped in Saran wrap.

“What’s that?” Kurt said as he looked up from the couch.

“Cookies, don’t they look delicious?” Trey asked.
“Do you think we really need cookies around here?” Kurt laughed, “I guess you’re never going to start cutting back after all.  Having all these cookies around … and no offense, but you really don’t have any self-control, fat boy.”

Trey felt stabbed, and in a way it made the next part easier.

“Actually, they’re from Mom” he told his brother in a steady tone.  “It’s a … special recipe.  Every time you eat one, I lose 2 pounds and you, um, gain 3.”

Trey snorted derisively.  “You’re delusional. Grow up fat ass.”

Trey found himself hoping beyond all hope that his mom hadn’t lied to him.

“What’s the matter, Slim?” he asked while patting his generous middle.  “You scared?  Afraid a cookie’s gonna ruin your figure?”

“It’s not my figure we should be worried about,” Kurt replied, glancing at Trey’s chubby body.  “Give me a cookie. You don’t need all of them.”

Trey watched as his cocky brother picked one up, biting off the head and chewing with a bored expression.  Trey’s heart began to sink, but then Kurt took another bite and Trey noticed his eyes widened momentarily in surprise as the rich, creamy filling hit the tongue.  Kurt barely stifled a moan of pleasure as his taste buds exploded in ecstasy.

Trey observed his vain brother hurriedly rearranging his features, but Kurt wasn’t quick enough.  He watched the thin brother eat the rest of the cookie, feigning disinterest the whole time.

“You’re still a fat ass” Kurt said while grinning.


Trey practically pranced around the kitchen as he prepared his dinner that evening, a salad with very little dressing, and felt like he had lost 20 pounds instead of 2.  Meanwhile, Kurt found himself licking his lips and staring at the 23 remaining cookies.  Kurt had never felt such a strong craving for anything before, and now felt as if he must have another cookie.

Grunting in disgust, he shook his head and walked away.  He had more willpower than that, there was no reason he should eat another cookie if he didn’t want to.

And surely he didn’t want to … right?


Two days later, and three more cookies had mysteriously disappeared.  Trey hadn’t eaten any, so he knew where they must have gone, but he was worried he’d jinx it if he said anything.  

Against all logic, the scale had confirmed a weight loss of eight pounds, putting him at 212.  Trey saw that Kurt had been wearing a somewhat loose shirt when that day, so it was hard for him to tell if his bro had in fact picked up 12 pounds which would make him 172.

Kurt, on the other hand, was totally ignorant of his younger brother’s weight loss but all too aware of his own gain.  His pants had tightened noticeably, and his once proud six-pack was covered with a layer of softness.  As much as he was deeply bothered by this fact, all he could think about was the remaining cookies on the table.

Trey was currently out biking with his friends.  Standing at the kitchen table, it was almost as if he was just watching his hands reach out and grab a cookie.  One cookie disappeared down his gullet, then another.  He reached down and unbuttoned the increasingly tight waistband of his jeans as his midsection continued to round out.

Feeling rather full, Kurt tried to convince himself to stop.  But it was no use.  His shirt pulled snug around his stomach as he ate a third.  Groaning slightly and rubbing his belly, he crammed down a fourth.

“Ooh, why can’t I stop?” he moaned as a fifth cookie was lifted to his lips.

His pecs, already pushing against his shirt at his leanest, changed shape into 2 cones. His nipples felt more sensitive against the cotton shirt. His upper-arms started to jiggle ever so slightly as the cookies were raised to his mouth. The curve of a belly and shadow of a belly button emerged as the the 13th, 14th, and 15th pounds were added to his frame.  He looked down in despair, hardly able to believe his eyes.  His bloated stomach stuck out ridiculously far, obviously carrying most of the new 27 pounds.  Still moaning softly, he tottered off to the bedroom to lay down for a bit. A slight tear sound could be heard as he took a step forward in his unbuttoned jeans.

Trey got off his bike to stop for a car when he noticed the waist of his shorts start to slide down.  For a moment he was confused and thought maybe they had become unbuttoned accidentally.  Then he smirked as realization hit.  Moving his belt to a tighter notch, he resumed his pedaling in earnest.  Trey couldn’t wait to get home.

As soon as Trey got back and put away his bike in the garage, he set off to find his brother.  The light in Kurt’s room was on and Kurt was laying in bed, eyes closed and covers pulled up to his chest.  Trey thought he could see some signs of weight gain in Kurts face- cheeks slightly fuller and face looking ever so slightly more cherubic. Trey also thought he could see a bulge in the covers.

“Ah-ha!” Trey exclaimed as he pulled the covers off, revealing his brother laying there in just his boxers that were pulled tight from the muscle and fat on his thighs.

“What do you want fatty?”  Kurt asked groggily.

“Somebody’s been in the cookie jar” Trey said, poking Kurt’s swollen pot belly.

“Leave me alone,” Kurt grunted, swatting at the probing digit.

“C’mon bro, what’s the big deal?  So maybe your awesome willpower isn’t as awesome as you thought.  It’s funny seeing you with a gut.”

“It’s not funny.  Where the fuck did you get those cookies, anyway?  Did you put a fucking spell on me or something?”

“No Kurt they’re harmless cookies.  There’s no spells.  It’s just a way of, ahem, balancing the scales a bit.  You should be happy for me, I’ve lost 18 pounds. Thanks to you in down to 202!”

“Screw off.  I’m not eating anymore.  And I’m going to drop all this weight you’ve tricked me into gaining.”

Trey laughed as he let his brother pull the covers back up to hide the burgeoning paunch. He must be close to 190 now.

“Cool, whatever you say.  I counted 15 cookies out there, let’s see how many are left next week.”


The next day, dinner with their father at the kitchen table was tense.  The two remaining plates full of cookies sat in the middle of the kitchen counter.  Kurt was plainly distracted, not even noticing when Trey spooned half of his plate in front of him.

After dinner he went to the living room to watch Nascar with his dad. Trey had no interest in Nascar but decided to join them this time to observe Kurt.  Trey wasn’t following the TV at all, he kept glancing over at Kurt’s protruding spare tire that was covering the front of his basketball shorts’ waistband.  Finally unable to resist any longer, Trey got up and brought one of the plates of cookies into the living room and set it on the coffee table.

Keeping a close eye on his brother, he noticed him looking at the cookies and unconsciously licking his lips.  Knowing he was loathe to grab one himself, and feeling an intoxicating sensation of power, Trey grabbed the plate.

“We never had dessert,” Trey said, leaning close to his brother.  “Just say no and I’ll put the plate back.”

Kurt could only watch as Trey lifted a cookie to his face, unable to keep himself from taking a bite, then another, and another …

2 cookies were gone before he could blink, but his stupor was broken as Trey leaned forward to grab another.

“I, uh, I gotta go to bed, up early tomorrow,” Kurt said, grunting slightly as he got to his feet.

“Damn,” Kurt said to himself as he watched his brothers widening butt swagger down the hall.  “Next time I gotta have more cookies ready.”


The following day was Friday, and Kurt’s employer sent them all home early. Trey was not home, he was hanging out with his buds somewhere.  As soon as Kurt got home, he found himself standing by the table staring at the 13 remaining cookies.

“199 pounds,” he muttered to himself.

He wondered how that would feel.  Weighing 196 was already a surreal experience.  Oddly enough, however, no one other than Trey had noticed the difference.  There was no way he could wear any of the clothes in his closet anymore.  He had been thankful that no one caught him sneaking into Trey’s room to fetch size 34 pants that morning.

Kurt glanced at his phone and sighed.  He had to admit that he was powerless, eating the cookies was simply inevitable.  If it was going to happen regardless of how hard he tried to resist, why not get it over with already? He put 10 cookies on a plate and carried them into the living room.  Nibbling on them while he watched some TV, the pounds slowly crept on.

By the time Trey got home, six cookies were gone and the resulting eighteen pounds were extremely evident.  Kurt sat groaning, double-chin popping out, his belt and the size 34 pants undone and spread apart, chubbier hands and sausage fingers holding the sides of his wide, bloated gut.

Trey gasped when he saw his brother, a thrill running up his spine.  Kurt looked so incredibly full and fattened and powerless, Trey couldn’t help himself.  He grabbed a cookie from the plate and held pushed it toward Kurt’s face.  

As uncomfortable as he felt, Kurt opened his mouth to be fed.  The buttons on his shirt gaped noticeably, but still he chewed and swallowed.  A few bites into the third cookie, the two lowest buttons burst right off, flying across the room.  Kurt moaned and Trey laughed maniacally, jiggling his brothers gut to make sure it was real.

By the time the plate was empty, a few more buttons had popped off to reveal all of Kurt’s bloated and well-fed boy gut.  Kurt just sat there comatose, chunky hairy thighs spread.

“Ugh, what happened?” Kurt grunted.  “Why am I so huge?”

“It must be all those sweets,” Trey grinned, prodding the expanse of Kurt’s stomach.

“I’m so fat,” Kurt groaned.  “This is horrible.”

“Aw, it’s not so bad, it kind of suits you.  And plus, look at me now!”

Trey stood up and shucked off his shirt that was suddenly a few sizes too large.  Standing before him nude, Kurt looked at his brother’s much leaner form.  Down a total of 48 pounds, he now weighed 178. Trey still had the remains of a small belly but would look skinny with clothes on.

“C’mon, stand up,” Trey urged, taking Kurt’s hands.

Kurt reluctantly let Trey help him up, but it took them a few minutes of grunting effort to get the bigger bro vertical.  Trey helped him out of his ruined clothing.  The newly fattened young man stood there, wide legs spread to support his girth, hands cupped under a massive stomach to hold it up.

“Wow,” Trey breathed.  “You’re like … what, 225 pounds or so?  That’s officially obese.”

There was no doubt that Kurt felt and looked much chubbier.  Besides his wide and deep belly button that had flattened out when he was sitting, the nipples on top of his formerly chiseled pecs had doubled in size, spread further and further apart from each other, and began to sag.   His arms, though they contained a decent amount of muscle underneath, looked like a pair of round tubes. His legs were thick and chunky. As Trey walked around him, taking in the sight, Trey also observed that his rear had taken a fair share of the gain as well.

“You’re looking big, bro.”


Lately Trey was practically skipping from room to room in the house, feeling so much lighter on his feet.  Kurt waddled along behind, trying to acclimate himself to the sensation of his heavy gut swaying in front of him.

One night, Kurt was thoroughly worn out from a shift at work and sunk into sleep on the couch with the TV on.  He laid there snoring and splayed out, bottom 2 inches of his gut hanging out under his shirt, stomach rising like a mountain above his head.  Trey, on the other hand, felt more energized than ever.  He  stood in the living room for a second, stroking his flat stomach and gazing at his brother, thinking about all the ways he could ensure that Kurt never loses his new form.


On Saturday morning it was apparent that Kurt now had the appetite to go with his size.  Trey rarely took the time to cook anything complicated, but he seemed to be too happy to serve up plate after plate of pancakes, eggs, sausage, bacon, and hash browns.  Kurt was aware that he was eating far more than ever before, but was still too confused from recent events to do much about it.

After breakfast was finished and Kurt was able to move again, Trey looked as if he had just remembered something very important.

“Halloween!” he exclaimed.

Kurt looked at him as if he had lost his mind.  

“Are you saying this was some sort of Halloween trick” he asked, gesturing toward his bulging middle.

“No, Halloween is coming up. You should wear your red bathing suit again as a Baywatch costume. That would be hilarious!”

Kurt sighed and levered himself up.  

Later, Kurt stood there with the waist of the red board shorts bowing gaping wide open, and his bulging belly hung over the top. Every step he took sent ripples and jiggles all through his mid-section. The bathing suit threatened to rip in the back as his fat ass took up every millimeter of space. The waist had no hope of ever closing, a good 5 inches of fattened flesh separated the two sides.

Trey handed Kurt his old size 38 bathing suit shorts that he wore when he was fat. Kurt left the room and a few minutes later, walked back with to Try with the old shorts on, belly, chest and thighs jiggling. These shorts were not much better. Flesh still poured out over the waistband on all sides. For all intents and purposes though, these fit well enough to wear out in public.

While Kurt had changed suits, Trey had taken his clothes off and put on the small red board shorts. Although he managed to tie the draw string, he had to leave the velcro undone due to his small belly that was still there.

Kurt didn’t even have time to say anything before his brother was back with the 3 remaining cookies.  His face had an evil smile that was out of character for his normally polite brother.   Without even warning him, Trey shoved the first cookie into Kurt’s mouth. With the final 9 pounds, Kurt felt his love handles expand outwards a bit, causing the velcro on the shorts to rip open. His belly seemed to extend further than he had ever seen it. Kurt took a step back in horror and with one big jiggle of his thighs, a quiet tearing sound could be heard from the legs of the shorts. With his mouth wide open, he could feel his double chin growing a little bit.

Kurt watched Trey close the velcro of his bathing suit and feel his abs. He then winced in pain as Trey pinched his enormous fattened paunch.

“Damn too bad about that suit bro,” Trey smiled at him, ”I think Walmart sells size 40s.”

Part 2 coming soon?

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mingyu x Chubby!Reader // Friends to lovers text (YES I LOVE THIS KDKSNS)

Jungkook x chubby!reader // you get caught trying on his shirt and he finds it cute and you get really embarrassed because you thought you could fit into it (I AM PRESENT FOR REQUESTS THAT TALK ABOUT THIS BECAUSE PEOPLE MAKE IT SUCH A BIG DEAL IN FICS ABOUT WEARING THE BOYFRIEND’S CLOTHES AND NOT EVERYONE CAN DO THAT)

Onew x Chubby!Reader // nsfw texts (fun fact onew is (one) of my bias wreckers in shinee yep-yep-yep)

T.O.P x Chubby!Reader // He is away and you guys miss eachother (yall alright i think of him in a relationship with a big girl all the time and i have some thoughts on tgis too dirty to share here so I’m just gonna keep it to myself ahem 😂)

Best friend dino x chubby reader // the members know you and dino like each other and try to get them together (YEP-YEP-YEP I LIKE THIS)

Rap Monster x Chubby!Reader // Anything but Daddy Kink (i can do that bby

best friend!Joshua x chubby!reader // your going to an anime Convention together and your trying to find the best cosplay outfit to wear, so you send him pics of the outfits and he starts realizing he loves you

Suho x Chubby!Reader // he’s taking you to an aqard show for the first time (BIG BABES IN DRESSES AND SUHO THIS IS ALL I WANT)

Jaehyun x Chubby!Reader // You accidentally send a picture of you in lingerie to the nct hyung line groupchat (F ME UP THIS IS MY FAVE TROPE)

yongguk x chubby!reader // everyday boyfriend texts with a hint of sexting (yep-yep-yep bap is my guilty pleasure)

Jooheon x Chubby!reader // He wants to introduce you to his members but you’re shy and not sure cause you’re insecure. he’s low-key ready to defend you against the members tho because jooheon showed them pictures and they adore you already (jealous jooheon BONUUUUUS)

jay park X fat!reader // you’re helping him sub his god forsaken videos and he confesses to you in the midst of all your memes, and you get self conscious because it’s jay fucking park and you’re lucky you’re allowed to be his friend and he tells you otherwise because damn it he’s gonna make you feel wanted if it’s the last thing he ever does (i love the way this person worded their request LOLOLOL)

chubby!reader x sehun // friends to lovers texts (YEP YEP YEP)

jay park x fat!reader // he tells you you were his muse for yacht in an attempt to get into your pants because he doesn’t know how to just tell you he actually likes you

boyfriend!jungkook x fat!reader // she’s bothered by the fact that she’s not only bigger than him, but younger than him too because she knows he likes older women

Chanyeol x chubby reader // chanyeol wants the reader to meet his parents and toben (his dog) and the reader is really nervous because they think his parents will hate them because of their weight

Daddy!Minhyuk x Chubby!Reader // She feels really insecure about how she looks and he conforts her, turns nsfw

wonho/shownu x Chubby!reader // everyday fluffy and sexy texts (i’ll probs do these for shownu bc I don’t have anything for him yet)

Bts x Reader // You’re a witch and you accidentally turn yourself into an animal hybrid, the members reactions to you telling them. (Might do a set for wach member or I might just pick hyung line or maknae line. I ALSO LOVE HYBRID STUFF SIGN ME UP)

Minho x Reader // he’s dating a 5’ girl and people are kind of weirded out about a giant dating a really short person (YES I LOVE MINHO AND SHORT PEOPLE YES)

minho x reader // he finds out hes dating one of the members younger sister

mingyu x chubby!reader. You accidentally send him a sexy picture (I LOVE MINGYU)

Jihoon x chubby!reader //reader is being extra affectionate and getting her boyfriend all flustered with cutie pictures (YALL OKAY WOOZI IN MY MIND HAS A DADDY KINK BUT HE WOULD GET SO FLUSTERED WHEN HIS PRINCESS WAS IN LITTEL SPACE BECAUSE OF ALL THE AFFECTION HE WAOULD GET I CRY)

daesung x chubby!reader // He’s taking you to the beach but you can’t fogure out what bikini/swimsuit to wear, so you ask him

jungkook x chubby!reader // the reader is insecure because jungkook always talks about how IU is his ideal type and the reader questions why they’re dating if a skinny girl like IU is his ideal type and he comforts her

Johnny x Chubby!reader // you recieved your uniform for your job at a bar but it’s really tight on you and you’re uncomfortable 

yixing x chubby!reader // he’s filming a movie in china and you miss him

jay park x chubby african american!reader // reader gets hate for having a differenr skin color and he comforts her

jiyong x Chubby!reader // he’s a fuck boy (I HAVE BEEN LITERALLY DYING TO DO SOME FUCK BOY TEXTS YES)

kyungsoo x chubby!reader // everyday fluffy texts

Scoups/Jay Park/Yifan x Chubby!Reader // he starts working out and lifting weights because he’s upset they cant lift their chubby s/o. And when the s/o finds out they comfort them and tell them it’s fine (IM DOIN AL THREE)

Boyfriend chanyeol x chubby reader // chanyeol wants to get couples hoodies and he ask for your hoodie size, you get embarrassed because of your size

Best friend chenle x chubby reader // some people are bullying you at school and you get very upset over it and he gets to comforts you (MY BBY CHENLE AWWW YISSSS)

Ten × Chubby!reader // Literally anything (and sexy yes)

ten x chubby!reader // she is insecure about her chubby stomach and thinks she isn’t sexy (like everyone only calls her cute and stuff) so she rants to ten (her best friend) (YALL I LOVE TEN)

Jisung x chubby reader // you guys are best friends and have feelings for one of another and the others try to match make you guys

best friend!chenle x Reader // he confesses to an insecure reader

Poly!Johntae x Chubby!Reader // if anyone has a specific idea for this let me know 

Pornstar!Yuta x Chubby!Reader // She’s actually super confident and he says something mean and she breaks up with him and he realizes that he actually kind of loves her and needs her in his life and tries to get hr back and it ends in smutty romantic sexy texts (I AM ALL FOR THIS YOU HAVE NO IDEA)

t boyfriend!kihyun x chubby!reader texts // reader sends him the lyrics to TLC’s No Scrubs as a little joke and he freaks out and asks if she thinks of him as a scrub and if she wants to leave him and she has to try to comfort him and tell him it was just a joke, that they were lyrics to a song.

this is not proof read at all so I apologize in advance for any mistakes I might have made :)

Feel Good

Requested: Reid gets self-conscious about the fact that he’s out of shape, and tries to change that. The Reader takes notice of this, and tries to give him a different sort of solution.

The world begins and ends here. She’s forgotten that anything has ever existed outside of this moment, outside of this couch. All the universe exists in the space between them, a distance they are constantly finding new ways to close. His hands dig into the small of her back, pulling her close, her fingers are tangled in his messy hair. Warm are the kisses he places against her neck, and she sighs, turning to capture his lips with her own because it’s just not enough, she wants more. Motions so frantic somehow feel slow, as though they have somehow managed to stop time itself just to keep existing in this moment.

No responsibilities, no worries. Just her and Spencer and the electrically charged air around them. All she needs is before her.

She sits with her knees on either side of him, straddling him, and stretches up so they’re at a more even level. Even sitting down, he’s taller than her. It’s hard to say how exactly it began. It started with his hand around hers at dinner, then her palm resting against his thigh in the car, his arm around her waist as they walked up the stairs, a brief kiss on the cheek outside her apartment door, a lingering glance once they’d made it inside. Someone moved in closer. Someone else responded. And at some point they made their way onto the sofa, caught up in a symphony of soft sounds and careful, needy movements.

When she slips her tongue into his mouth, she can taste the faint hint of coffee perpetually on his breath, feels his grip on her tighten ever so slightly. God, it’s still not enough. With him, it never feels like enough. She’s never been selfish, but there’s something about her that always leaves her wanting more. Desperate to discover something new, to feel closer still to him, she moves her hands down towards his shoulders, his chest, and starts to undo the buttons on his shirt. She gets through maybe three before he realizes what she’s doing, and suddenly that strong grip is around her wrists, his fingers clenching a little too tightly around her.

“Don’t,” he whispers, eyes wide. She can’t remember the last time he looked at her with such panic in his eyes. The insistence in his voice startles her, and after a few seconds she pulls away from him, settling down awkwardly on the other end of the couch. The space between them growing once more.

When she’s certain that whatever moment of passion they had is over, she asks, “Is something wrong? Did I do something wrong?”

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quietsshine  asked:

Hi uh I was wondering if I could have a scenario with Aizawa finding his s/o standing in front of the mirror and body shaming them self and squeezing their excess fat and what would he do to comfort them. Thanks so much! I love your blog and your writing

I’m so terribly sorry for getting to your request so late but I just had a really hard time trying to write a scenario for this? I guess I’m still in “headcanon mode” if that’s even a thing so I hope headcanons are fine with you! 

Aizawa Shouta

  • While Aizawa is aware that people go through what is called a “bad body image day” at some point in their life and that it’s relatively normal for someone to feel upset about their figure every now and then, he actually never really considered that you may be one of those people because if you could see yourself through his eyes he finds you absolutely stunning and perfect in every way. You most likely won’t believe him and just accept his compliments whenever he gives them to you, but it’s true and he means every word of it when he tells you how beautiful you are.
  • When he unexpectedly catches you standing in front of the mirror with a sad expression written on your face and looking down at your stomach while pinching and squeezing the body fat that you believe doesn’t belong there and staring at it with absolute disgust wishing that it could just go away, Aizawa becomes truly disheartened at the scene before him. He knows that you don’t have control over how you feel and you would sometimes find yourself thinking horrible things about your overall appearance, but he doesn’t want you to keep feeling bad about the way that you look and wants to help you feel comfortable and beautiful in your own skin.
  • Aizawa sneaks up behind you and wraps his arms around you, pressing a sweet kiss to your temples and murmurs, “Don’t be too hard on yourself. You’re fine the way you are,” before meeting with your eyes through the reflection of the mirror. He watches you with a neutral look that he normally displays as you break the gaze and avert your eyes someplace else because you’re too down to say anything or even look at him. He continues to hold you against him because that’s the first thing he knows what to do when it comes to comfort and adds that you don’t have to change a thing about yourself because he loves and accepts you just the way you are.
Perfect as You Are

Pairing - Lafayette x Reader

Word Count - 2568

Summary - Reader feels bad about how she looks and hates her body. Laf is there to help.

Warnings - Negative talk, body hatred, a few swears

Tags - @futureauthor45, @small-stars, @smol-consulting-one (Ask to be tagged in any future fics!)

A/N - Okay, so this one is extremely personal to me. I’ve strugged with body image issues for all of my adolescent and adult life. So I decided to get them out. Everything the reader says is something I have said to myself.

You stood there, staring at your reflection in your full-length mirror with a deep frown on your face as you poked and prodded at your midsection and examined your arms. Today was not a good day. You’d been to the gym, which normally didn’t bother you, but today, you’d ended up beside the fittest woman you’d ever seen in your life, and it had gotten to you. Flat abs, toned arms and legs, the whole nine yards. You’d struggled with image issues for most of your adolescent and adult years, but you’d come a long way in your recovery. You’d learned to accept your body and its flaws and realized that the people in magazines were heavily Photoshopped and that nobody actually looked like that. But today, comparing her body to yours had really bothered you.

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anonymous asked:

Can I request some headcanons for Shinsou, Monoma, and Bakugo with a s/o that is chubby and self conscious about it. They're fit and healthy but because they're just naturally chubby they tend to feel fat compared to their boyfriend.

I very much hope I could write this well enough and that you’re going to like it!


- Whenever his partner talks about it, Shinsou doesn’t shy from the topic. He loves his partner and he wants them to know that no matter how they look, if they lose weight or gain it, he loves them, all of them and they are perfectly right in his eyes.

- While he himself tends to be a bit more cynical or sarcastic, he does his best to be positive towards his partner, to encourage them and to give them as much body positivity as he can.

- In the same sense, Shinsou asks them and talks with them about the people that make or made them feel like they have to be self-conscious. Most of all, Shinsou hopes to help them shake off bad past memories and that they can free themselves of the picture of the “perfect” body that the public displays.


- He flounders a bit when his partner admits to how they feel and see themselves. They are absolutely wonderful in his eyes and he could never ever see them less so or think less of them for how they look.

- Monoma makes sure to tell his partner he loves them and to show or tell them how much he appreciates every part of them and he does it at all kinds of times from then on.

- If his partner is open to it, Monoma discusses how and why they see themselves like this and if someone might have hurt them in the past or if a close friend or family member kept making remarks about their body. He wants them to be happy with who they are and he’s willing to help in any way he can.


- For a second, he can’t help but stare at his partner, before he curses and takes their hands. It never even crossed his mind to think more or less of them because of their body and how they look and he tells them as much. He fucking loves them for who they are, and that means all of them.

- Bakugou is ready to kick everyone’s ass who ever made his love feel like they have to be self-conscious about it and he hugs them a lot more, telling them more compliments or body positivity, even though he’s not good with words, but he wants his partner to know he appreciates them.

- If they want to talk about things, he willingly listens to them. His partner’s comfort is important and even more so, when it comes to their self-love and Bakugou will be there for them every step of the way.

passthescoobysnacks  asked:

How about a list of all the Other occupational hazards of dating Stiles?

“So… Are there any other occupational hazards involved with dating me?” Stiles asked later that night, his cheek pressed into his pillow as he lay sprawled out on his belly in Derek’s big bed. The question had been bouncing around in his head all day after he had helped his boyfriend clean up his bloody, broken nose.

They hadn’t returned to the baseball after Derek’s injury, Stiles still too wracked with guilt at the fact that he had broken his boyfriend’s nose. Instead, while the rest of their pack finished up the game, Stiles and Derek hung out inside watching Netflix, Stiles’ arm thrown around Derek’s waist as they watched Lilo and Stitch.

Once they finished their game, Derek’s team winning even without him there to lead them, the betas streamed into the house. They plopped down to continue watching animated movies with

Stiles and Derek until the early hours of the evening.

Derek ordered pizzas after everybody else left, a meat lover’s for himself and a Philly cheesesteak one for Stiles, feeling a bit too lazy to cook. Stiles had greatly appreciated it, stuffing his face with pizza until they decided to call it a night.

Derek raised his head from his own pillow, looking over at Stiles with an incredulously raised brow. A soft smile curled up the side of his mouth, fondness clear in the way he shook his head at Stiles’ question.

“It’s almost midnight,” Derek pointed out, his grin widening as he looked over at his boyfriend. “And that’s what you wanna talk about?”

“Yup,” Stiles concurred, lifting his head to rest it in his palm, propping his elbow up on his pillow. He beamed over at Derek, gesturing with his free hand for him to begin, tacking on, “C’mon, dude. Don’t make me beg. You know how annoying I can be.”

“Hmph, fine,” Derek agreed with a fond roll of his eyes, rolling over onto his side to better face Stiles. He tapped his fingers against his thigh for a moment before starting, “Well, getting injured in increasingly odd scenarios is definitely one.”

Stiles smacked his arm.

“So, is getting kicked in the middle of the night,” Derek continued, pointing at Stiles’ legs. “You flail around in your sleep. If I didn’t heal so fast, I’d be covered in bruises.”

Stiles rolled his eyes. Derek ignored him and went on, “I’ll probably get fat eating all the food you cook. Even with my metabolism. Why do you make such big portions all the time? You know I don’t have any self control when it comes to pierogies.”

Stiles just shrugged, his cheeks splitting as he tried to hold back laughter at Derek’s vexation. He had to concede that he had been making huge portions lately, mostly because of how used he was to leaving his dad leftovers.

“But the biggest occupational hazard?” Derek wondered aloud, closing the distance between them to wrap his arms around Stiles’ waist. “I keep falling in love with you.”

send me themes/prompts for 500 word Sterek drabbles!

Can I just say that I love my mutuals?

Literally everyone I follow who is commenting on this whole Jinmin thing is defending Jin. And damnit, I appreciate that.

Oh and for the record, if you think Jin is in the wrong for this, you’re wrong. It was a bit cringy, I agree, but I hope you all realize that Jin has been on the receiving end of that (and countless other) rude jokes since the beginning of time.

I agree with the belief that Jimin is Not a delicate flower that can’t handle shit, and how Rude of anyone to even imply that. He’s a strong and grownass MAN that has come so freaking far in his self confidence and for anyone to say that one of his best friends making a joke about this (DURING A GAME OF INSULTS AND PURPOSEFUL NEEDLING) would crush his soul or something is just beyond ridiculous.

Jin apologized, Jimin was Very clearly not upset, and their best friendship is intact.

(And if you’re really still pissed at Jin, go count all the times Jin has been called a pig, or fat, or ugly (bonus points for never getting any sort of apology), and then come back to me and we can talk.)

Sandy Beaches (Jared x Reader)

W/C: 1024
Warnings: None
Requested by anon- Jared that’s kinda hourglass shaped, just a little pudgy
A/N: this was fun to write as an advocate of the Jared Protection Squad lmao

Your boyfriend didn’t hate the shore. He liked the sun, and the sand, and the boardwalk especially. Even so, it took him half a year to agree to go to the beach with you.

“I can’t believe that this is what we’re doing for our six months anniversary.” Jared shrugged as you pulled into the parking lot. “I mean, not that I’m complaining, but what happened to Xbox and chilllll?” He wriggled his eyebrows suggestively.

You scoffed with a chuckle. “Jared Kleinman, you’re the biggest virgin I’ve ever met. Shush.” You put a finger to his lips, despite both of you knowing all too well that it wasn’t true.

Rolling his eyes with a goofy side smile, Jared slid out of the car. He’d decided to wear a flowery Hawaiian shirt, one that he’d bought ages ago insisting that “You never know when you might need a Hawaiian shirt”. Admittedly, it fit his personality well, and complimented his crimson swim trunks even more nicely.

Slinging your beach bag over your shoulder, you laced your fingers with Jared’s happily.

“We should hit the beach first!” You urged, bouncing eagerly. Pushing his glasses up his nose, your boyfriend shifted uncomfortably.

“Uh, well, I thought we could start at the arcade, and you know, I’ve got tickets from last time I was at the boardwalk…” Jared started, looking down at his flip flops, “….and, er, not to mention, you don’t wanna do the wet stuff first. Then we’ll be all sandy and damp all day,” he added reluctantly.

You considered his argument, nodding slowly.

“Arcade it is!” You smiled at him, and he pulled you into the dim, air conditioned arcade on the boardwalk.
Jared bought a shit ton of tokens, and that was an understatement. He was determined to beat you in whatever he could. When it came to your relationship, everything was a little competition. It didn’t matter whether it was cooking or Call of Duty.

“Shit, babe, you’re good at this,” he mumbled, rolling another ball.

“You’ve always known I’m better at Skeeball. I dunno why this time would be any different,” you laughed softly.

The pair of you walked out of the arcade with a large stuffed ostrich and big smiles.

“We should put Esteban in the car, so that don’t have to carry him,” Jared thought out loud. You raised your eyebrow with a giggle.

“Who?” You asked.

“Ya know, Esteban!” Jared held up the ostrich. You nodded.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll wait here,” you kissed Jared’s cheek and sat down on a bench across from the arcade.

Meanwhile, Jared was freaking the fuck out.

“Esteban, what am I gonna do? [Name] is gonna wanna swim, and I’m gonna have to take my shirt off, and-” He ended the sentence with a groan.

Esteban stared at Jared with big eyes, as the other people in the vicinity were starting to. After all, he was yelling at a stuffed ostrich.

Jared huffed, gently placing Esteban the front seat. He may or may not have buckled the seat belt before doing a once over and leisurely making his way back to you.

“I have returned,” Jared slid his way through the crowd to you, planting a kiss on your nose. “J-Rad in the hiz-ouse!” He nodded, lowering his glasses to look at you with a grin.

“Jared!” You flashed a smile. “So, wanna catch some waves now?” You asked, your voice laced with hope. 

“What about rides and boardwalk pizza and fried oreos?” He took you by the shoulders, swaying you a little bit.

Your mouth formed a bit of a line, but you kissed his cheek with a nod nonetheless.

Many hours and dollar bills later, the two of you were both exhausted beyond belief. You’d consumed three funnel cakes, and gone on every single attraction at least twice.

“Beach. Now.” You said softly. Before Jared could say anything in protest, you grabbed his wrist and tugged him toward the sand.

Setting out your towel and shedding your shirt, you realized what Jared was doing. Rather, what he wasn’t doing. Instead of getting ready for beach activities, your boyfriend sat idly on the sand, literally twiddling his thumbs.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” You sat beside him, the salty air brushing your faces.
“Nothing!” He smiled, biting his lip.

“You’re a terrible liar, with really easy tells,” you call him out with a solemn smile.

“Idontwannatakeoffmyshirt,” Jared refused to meet your eyes, but instead focused on picking the the dirty from under his nails.

“Jared, what?” You tilted up his chin, forcing him to meet your eyes.

“[Name], I don’t wanna take off my shirt,” he sighed on defeat.

“Wait…do you think you’re…fat?” Your eyebrows knit together at the thought.

Jared shook his head.

“I know I’m not fat, but like, I’m not exactly skinny,” he pouted.

You rubbed his back gently.

“So what if you’ve got a little bit of chub? We all do. And it’s nothing I haven’t seen before…” you kissed his ear.

“Sure, you have, but they-” he gestured to the rest of the beach- “haven’t,” he insisted.

“Jared, have you actually looked around the beach? There’s so many different body types, and I’m sure some of them are self concious too!” You took his hands with encouragement. “Besides, a little chub just means there’s more of you to love!” You smiled.

Jared couldn’t help but grin.

“I love you. Like a lot,” he chuckled. Standing up, he pulled you into a hug.

“I love you too,” you hugged back, taking his top button between your fingers. “May I?” You asked quietly.

“Go for it,” he whispered back.

You began unbuttoning his shirt, trailing kisses down his chest. Shrugging the flowery shirt off of his shoulders, you both felt relieved.

“Thank you, [name],” Jared shot you finger guns, and starting running down the beach. “Catch me if you can!” He shouted, running down the beach in a fit of giggles.

Sand being kicked up behind you, and the ocean calling your names, you two chased one another for what seemed like forever without a care in the world.


binder positivity by joey


anonymous asked:

Alright so I love all this sexy Mare but imagine Mare walks into the room while his s/o is dressing and they're just like "hey what's up? I know I look fat in this, but meh, and these pants don't work on me" like blah blah blah bad self esteem and he doesn't say anything and just wraps his arms around them and kisses them passionately because you're beautiful and he's sad that you don't know that. What happens next is up to you... ~Joan

That kiss would turn into a plethora of kisses and mumbled words of appreciation. Mare wouldn’t stop until he’d identified every single inch of you as “perfect.” His hands would be at play too, gentle touches, maybe a light tickle to make you smile. 

anonymous asked:

Could you write how Akira, Ryuji, and Yuske would act with an S/O who's very self conscience? especially about their body or weight? Thank you very much and sorry if you've done this before!

It’s all good, this one is pretty interesting! Sorry if this isn’t EXACTLY what you’re looking for, I went for more of the self aware about their body route

-Mod Joker


-Doesn’t really realise until his S/O makes extremely negative remarks about themselves, how they look “too fat” or “not skinny enough”

-He doesn’t understand why, though

-He feels his S/O is perfect as is, and is sad to see they don’t see themselves that way.

-Begins to leave small notes in their bag before they leave, saying how lovely they are

-Also likes to mutter that stuff to them whenever they are cuddling or just having some downtime in hopes it will help boost their confidence

-Kinda scolds his S/O whenever they talk poorly about themselves


-Notices right away and will NOT shut up about how perfect his S/O is

-He insists they look amazing, always going out shopping with them.

-Actually does research into obesity and overweight, looking up BMI stuff, trying to prove to his S/O that they are fine

-No really, we won’t shut up about it

-Hopes that his S/O can gain a little more confidence in themselves, and wants to help them do so


-If his S/O isn’t the embodiment of perfection, Yusuke doesn’t know what is.

-Begins to paint and draw his S/O more as he sees them, despite his S/O’s complaints that they “aren’t realistic” and “Don’t look like them” 

-Tries to use art to show how he sees them

-Also tries really hard to help his S/O break themselves out of their self aware funk

-Even tho he doesn’t really know how?

-He tries to comfort and reassure them as best as he can

-Honestly doesn’t pay much attention to weight or anything. He loves them for who they are.

shiinayumi  asked:

Ohohoho! I am interested to see what sort of requests you've had for Fatgum! If it's ok could I maybe request a scenario where our beloved Gum man is feeling down about himself and his fem s/o cheers him up? Sweet fluffyness is preferred but however you see fatgum being cheered up is fine haha! If you want it to go towards nsfw that's fine too haha 😂 I'm not that picky so whichever direction you want to take it

Not many as of now (three counting yours, and one is already posted! XD) I went for the fluffy way because you said you preferred it being sweet, so there you go! I hope you enjoy! (Gum man definitely deserves love <3)

Word count: 780.

Fat Gum:

He was a man proud of his work, as any hero out there would. He seldom doubted his ability, years of experience shaped the hero he is today, yet still young enough to have the energy to learn more and develop his abilities.

His Quirk, too, was something he was proud about. The source of his power against villains, the reason why he could save people on a daily basis; all thanks to the fat that gave him his hero name.

However, there were still days when he couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if his Quirk was another; what if he wasn’t as… large? The memories from his difficult childhood, stained with the horrible bullying he used to suffer… It was hard, but that didn’t make him any more reluctant to become a hero. So he could save everyone, using his Quirk and abilities; even those who had made fun of his in the past.

And he had managed to work himself into a fine hero, yet the insecurity never faded from the back of his mind and, despite his usual cheerful self, it would sometimes sour his mood in the worst nights.

That’s why he was glad he got [Name] by his side.

She always stood for him when others couldn’t only see his heroic acts. She always assured him that she loved him, fat and all, and that his hugs were the best she could ask for. She always made sure he was happy with his appearance.

But, as guilty as he felt about doubting her word, it was so difficult sometimes.

Such as when she greeted him with the scent of a nicely cooked meal, often in great quantities, given his love towards food. [Name] never looked annoyed even if she had to cook dozens of dishes for him, and even added a sweet dessert as the cherry on top.

But that made it worse.

One night, he was met with the smell of freshly baked bread and meat with pepper sauce, as he could recognize, the sweet smell of chocolate hinting as a perfect undertone. And there she was, when he came into the dining room, large table holding several dishes with different kind of foods, all mouth-watering, wine and cookies on a plate in the corner.

It was delightful, to say the least. But, unlike other nights when he would smile lovingly at her for her hard work, he couldn’t help but feel depressed upon seeing it all – all the love she must have poured onto the last potato slice –, and it was all for him.

“Are you alright?” She asked, noticing his casted-downwards eyes, getting up and reaching to cup his round face. The hero sighed slowly, managing a smile, although it was obvious, even behind the effort he put into making her – and himself – feel like everything was alright, that he was shattered inside. “Dear…”

“I’m sorry, [Name],” he sighed, sitting down on the couch and pointing at the beautiful display of steaming food on the table, waiting to be tasted. “I-I’m so grateful that ye do this for me every day, but I honestly feel like I… don’t deserve it.”

“What are you talking about?” She asked, honestly puzzled. The male’s face fell, shame writing on his features, shame that he didn’t want her to see. He was always so strong, but he was crumbling. “I don’t understand. Of course you deserve it!”

“But you work so much… And I don’t think I should…” He sighed, biting his tongue before he could speak any more, yet her eyes squinted as she guessed what his next words would have been. He knew she hated when he talked lowly about his body.

“Don’t you dare say you shouldn’t eat any more,” she grunted, pressing her hands against his shoulders, expecting him to look up into her eyes. “You are a hero whose Quirk depends on is fat. I know it’s not something one would deem useful, but you made it useful thanks to all the effort you put into your training, and just some silly insecurities shouldn’t make you think otherwise.”

With a small smile, she pressed a loving kiss to his lips, expecting them to widen into a grateful smile; just anything that would signal he had regained his spirit.

“You know I love you,” she added, and Fat Gum finally smiled in appreciation towards her love.

“I love you too,” he answered, returning a tender kiss while smiling playfully and then she knew he was back to his normal self, his eyes seeking the food in momentary, hurried glances. “But I’m doing the dishes.” [Name] giggled cheerfully.

“Fair enough.”

anonymous asked:

My boyfriend is super self conscious about his stomach fat. He's keeps saying how he's so fat and he's gonna get abs someday and I can tell it really bothers him and he said to me once that he feels like he's not good enough for me because my "body is perfect" and idk how to convey to him that 1. that's not important and 2. that i love his body. i've tried just saying you're not fat at all and things like that but he won't believe me ;-;

over a period of time, a person can believe what they are told whether it’s true or not. your boyfriend has spent a long time convincing himself that he is not good enough for you because of his body. continue to encourage him about his body and reassure him of your unconditional love. if he’s determined to work out or become fit in any way, then make sure it’s for the good of heart and it’s for a healthy purpose. go with him to the gym or on runs every now and then, so he knows that you care for him and support him with whatever choice he makes. with time, he will be able to see how much you love him and that he should love himself just as you love him. keep encouraging him in his journey of self love. it will take time, but as long as you stay determined, it will happen.

Something Just Like This

Ship: Egobang
Rating: Teen (Angst/Fluff)
Warnings: Intrusive thoughts/Self doubt
Summary: Arin tries to work through some doubts about himself

Dan crawls into bed, careful not to rouse the sleeping bear next to him. After a few moments to let the noises settle, he moves closer, burying his face in Arin’s chest. Dan sighs happily, enjoying the warmth and scent that is his boyfriend. Arin shifts a bit, causing Dan to freeze. Exhaling the breath after Arin wraps an arm around Dan, the thinner man intertwines their legs, letting familiarity take him off to sleep.

Arin keeps his pace of breathing, hoping Dan will drift to sleep and he can muse about his worries alone. He waits five minutes, maybe ten, watching Dan relax in his arms. When he’s sure Dan has fallen asleep, Arin opens his mouth, working through his worries, “Why me?”

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anonymous asked:

Ace, Kid, Zoro, and Sanji with a chubby s/o headcanons?

Sorry, this has been sitting in my draft quite long time but I just can’t complete it. All I get is just mainly they’d love you for what you are, with chubbiness or not, because really these guys are just so sweet. And the s/o turned kind of negative ugh 

Probably my worst work so far, please be understanding.


Ace is the most supportive boyfriend and is the kind of significant other that showers his lover with love and affection. He loves seeing you smile and will do anything in his power to make you feel comfortable around him, so he’s sensitive to the changes in your behaviour when he does something.

Your chubbiness is something he doesn’t even realize. He knows that your laps are soft and makes the best pillow for naps. He knows your waist isn’t stick thin and your hips are more curvy than others. But that’s it. He knows it, and he loves it, so he really can’t understand why you’d look a little hurt when he expresses how soft and cuddly you were.

When you tell him about it, he kinds of walk on eggshells around you, because he’s afraid he’ll accidentally do something that makes you feel sad. But after he realises that just makes the opposite effect, he clings to you even more and constantly tells you how he loves your body even if you get embarrassed and tells him to stop. So really, his solution is a simple ‘I will just express how much I love you for what you are and hope you’ll come around someday’.


His behavior depends on how you feel about your body. If you’re confident and proud about how you look, he won’t hesistate to tease you every now and then about how curvy you look, or remind you about your weight when he caught you eating food or drinks with high calories.

If you have low self-esteem and finds that you’re struggling with the fact that there are extra fat on your body, he would refreain from teasing you about it in public, but in private he would sometimes purposefully lift you up like you weigh nothing, hoping you get the implications that he didn’t mind you being not as skinny as other girls.

Whichever you feel about your body doesn’t change how Kid thinks that no one should ever tease you about your weight besides him. If he ever catch someone making comment about him – well, pray that the poor guy doesn’t lose his life.


He probably loves the fact that he can use your extra weights in his workouts. He cluelessly let that slip and doesn’t really understand why you got offended, but when he finally gets it, he confronts you about it, gently this time.

If gentle persuasion doesn’t work, he just lifts you up, twirls you around, and even tosses you in the air for good measure, before arching an eyebrow and saying how he can handle you just fine, hence you don’t need to feel bad about being chubbier than normal girls anyway.

Starts picking you up for no reason at all randomly, and demands you to see how light you were to him every time. If you ever expresses your desire to lose the chubbiness, he would be a little sad (seeing as he has to look for more weights for his training now) but supports you fully, and doesn’t mind training with you.


Excessively fawn over you than any other girls ever since you started dating, so when you feel inferior because of your weight, he tunes up the compliments on how lovely your curves are and how much he appreciates them.

If you love eating, he’s ready to become your own personal chef, taking every criticism of yours to heart and tries to set up a grand menu that melts your heart everytime you’re presented with his special meals. If you’re trying to lose weight on the other hand, he makes sure he gets the delicious but low calorie stuff, and replaces your snacks with something lighter but still very fulfilling.

I personally feel like he wouldn’t mind learning to sew. He would be awesome in modifying clothes so it would look even better on you, seeing as most clothes are designed to look good on slimmer bodies. Sanji would probably be really good on it, as he feels the rinse-and-repeat gesture calming, not to mention it has some similar aspects to cooking. He would definitely do it to bump up your self-esteem.

Bottom line: chubby or not, they would act just as how they would treat their significant other. It’s your behaviour about it that makes them change how they would treat you, but by no means it would lessen their love for their lover.