#about wanting to write an explicitly chubby reader fic

[bas-writes]

I don't know if there's anybody who needs to hear this but - your Y/N doesn't have to be perfectly bland, neutral, stripped of all characteristic traits, gender or presentation.

It's absolutely okay to choose what Y/N you want to write. Especially if you feel you don't see enough Y/N fics that would represent you. Y/N can be tall. Y/N can be fat. Y/N can be queer. Y/N can be masculine. Y/N can be a person of color. Y/N can be disabled. Y/N can have a different personality than shy and anxious.

Honestly, Y/N can be whatever you want.

As long as it covers a wider group of people, it absolutely counts as a Y/N fic. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Slap those sweet, sweet content warnings, and enjoy writing the way you feel yourself seen and included ❤️

#the anybody is me cauese my brain is being mean #slash weird #about wanting to write an explicitly chubby reader fic #bas mumbles

[ericscroptop]

Wet Dreams

✧ pairing: eric sohn x mid-size/chubby fem! reader

✦ genre: friends to lovers + smut

✧ warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) smut, kissing, cursing, slight angst, inexperienced reader, hand job, male receiving, lots of spit, fondling, praising/praise kink, pet names, talk of insecurities, body issues, internalized fat phobia, etc., pls be cautious because i know it can be a sensitive topic for some!

✦ word count: 9.3k words (LMAOOOO)

✧ synopsis: your friend eric invites you over to his house for a swim and it is then that you realize eric wants you in ways you would’ve never imagined for yourself.

✦ note: this fic is kinda self indulgent—written as someone who is mid-size/chubby and has insecurities. i just want people who have a chubbier/thicker/fat body to feel loved and be included explicitly in writings because we are all deserving of love and affection!

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You hated swimming.

Well— okay, so you didn’t actually hate swimming.

Your disinterest for the activity was not rooted in swimming itself, but for the fact that you’d have to wear some sort of bikini in order to swim.

Technically, there wasn’t a law that said you had to wear a bikini to the beach or the pool. There are plenty of people who happily choose to wear something like a t-shirt or cover-up that’s more generous while swimming for whatever reason.

There are also a plethora of bathing suits that exist, so there’s gotta be one that you feel comfortable in, right?

The thing is, you plainly felt insecure in showing skin. You were insecure of your arms that seemed to carry excess fat that was especially visible when you moved them. Your belly hung low and it honestly was more plump than your behind. You also had skin-colored stretch marks that decorated your lower back that never seemed to go away.

These were things about you that you constantly dwelled on no matter what. You couldn’t recall a day where the topic of your body didn’t flood your mind.

You had no problem in people showing skin at all. At the end of the day, the problem was simply your lack of confidence due to society’s beauty standards that have been shoved in your face, pressed into your mind, and flooded your ears for as long as you could remember.

Though today, you were attempting at conquering your insecurities and finally stepping out of your comfort zone.

It was scorching in L.A. today. It was too hot to go out but also too hot to just rot in your home all day. Even with air conditioning, you just felt nasty.

Your friend Eric invited you to come to his house for a nightly swim. A wave of anxiety hit you when you had read his text of the invitation. First of all, he was a guy— of which, you found insanely attractive.

He was a friend that you made in your Sociology course. You remembered how he randomly approached you one day to ask a question mid-semester about something that he could’ve easily found the answer to if he looked back at the syllabus.

Though, you were happy to help anyone who needed it and answered him nicely. Or maybe it was merely because he was probably the prettiest boy you had ever laid eyes on that actually approached you, so you didn’t think twice to reply to him—but you would never let anyone know that. He was appreciative, and since then, he decided to cling onto you since you showed him courtesy.

You honestly thought he would’ve forgotten about your presence or only come to you when he needed help, but he actually started sitting with you and even distracting you with mindless but entertaining conversations during lectures.

While you started looking forward to coming into class and now having someone to talk to, your only interest in the class became the charming guy who was energetic and always made you smile from ear to ear. You eventually told Eric that you needed to prioritize your lectures and cut back on the excessive side conversations during class. He decided to take that as an opportunity to ask for your number, so you guys could hangout outside the classroom.

You were shocked that he wanted to be your friend. You didn’t feel as charming or alluring as he was, but he still found interest in you. You guys started hanging out and doing things like studying (or trying to at least) and doing miscellaneous activities at least once a week.

He became your best friend all of a sudden. You were super grateful that he came into your life, but you still felt nervous around him. He was such a good guy. You didn’t want to take your friendship for granted.

Eric was also super outgoing and friendly, while you were more reserved and it was rare for you to make new friends and be spontaneous. Sometimes, you still wonder why he decided to become your friend.

Maybe you felt this way due to your insecurities, or maybe it was because you had this lingering feeling of butterflies in your stomach every time you guys were together. Maybe it was a mixture of both.

Anyways, for whatever the reason, you just tried to be a good friend to the guy. You didn’t want to fuck anything up and so you tried your best to please Eric and not be a burden in any way.

Now, you find yourself looking at your reflection in the mirror of Eric’s guest bathroom. You tug on your favorite oversized Spongebob shirt that you own, pulling it to where it ends just below your bottom. You were getting ready to finally swim, and Eric was already out by the pool waiting while you freshen up and change.

You sighed at your reflection with both of your hands placed against your hips, wondering why the fuck you’re feeling so uneasy.

You actually surprised yourself by deciding to wear a bikini for tonight. You purchased one awhile back just for the heck of it, even if you never mustered up the courage to wear it. The bikini was high-waisted and red with a twist front on the bottoms. The bikini top was also red and a wireless bra. It was actually super comfortable against your skin and red was a striking color, but all you saw in the mirror was your plump stomach screaming at you to be covered, and your cleavage just wasn’t elevated enough to your liking. Your arms were also bothering you, as you could only focus on the excess fat that was noticeable as you moved them. You probably were gonna look like a whale next to Eric and the thought made you uncomfortable mixed with embarrassed.

So that’s why you brought a t-shirt to swim in just incase you chickened out. There’s nothing wrong with having a shirt on in the pool. I mean, it’s normal! Though, you couldn’t help but feel ashamed that you felt like shielding yourself and not letting yourself wear that bikini freely. It was only going to be you two together, so why were you making it so complicated?

“Fucking hell,” you sharply inhaled and let out a heavy sigh. You stared deeply into the mirror one last time, picking at your skin as you had no makeup on. Another thing you felt insecure about. You always had makeup on around Eric, but this time you didn’t for obvious reasons. “Ugh, whatever,” you groaned out before finally leaving the bathroom, fed up with all this negativity you felt towards yourself.

I mean, why did you care so fucking much? You knew deep down that Eric would never judge you. Any normal person wouldn’t think so hard about going for a swim. This is a casual activity, why were you overthinking it?

You walked through Eric’s massive house towards his patio. You already knew the ropes around his house, since this wasn’t your first time here. Though, you had only been here for things like baking brownies on Friday nights and playing Super Mario Party on the Nintendo Switch, not for using the pool.

You reached the glass sliding door that opened the patio and led yourself outside. His patio lights were on, illuminating his backyard so that it wasn’t completely dark out. You spotted Eric sitting on one of the pool chairs, mindlessly scrolling through Instagram reels obnoxiously loud on his phone. He seemed to be passing time while waiting for you before he got into the pool.

“Hey, you.” you made your way over to where he was sitting with a smile on your face.

Eric perked up at the sound of your voice and abandoned his phone, twisting his body towards you. “Finally! I was seriously about to call you to ask what’s taking so long.” Eric mimicked your smile and adjusted his arms to where they were now leaning back behind him.

You felt a flush of heat wave over your body, not due to the humid summer night, but due to Eric’s appearance. His hair has been permed for a while now and you just can’t help but admire how good he looks in curly hair. His dark brown curls complemented his naturally tanned-skin so well. He’s also already shirtless, in nothing but a pair of blue swim shorts and a chain adorning his neck. He also had a cute bracelet around his wrist and small hoops that dangled from his ears as they always did. Every detail of him just looked so beautiful to you.

You mentally slap yourself for gawking at your best friend. You scoffed in response, “I don’t doubt that you would’ve.”

He chuckles as he rises from his chair, brows furrowing in confusion as his eyes run down the length of your body. “I thought you were changing into your bathing suit?” he asked curiously.

The tips of your ears go hot as he questions. You stare at him like a deer in headlights, fingers going down to fidget with the tips of your hair.

“Oh yeah, I just didn’t like how it looked at me.” you shyly admitted. You couldn’t lie to Eric over small matters. Even if you were embarrassed, you still felt complied to always be honest when he asks you something. Though, it was hard to have deep conversations with Eric because he was a guy— of which, you possibly have a small crush on. This was all new to you and you were still learning on how to navigate your friendship.

“Why?” he simply asked, staring at you, eyes full of concern. You bit your lip as he looked at you, your body starting to get a little tense.

“I dunno, I just am not used to wearing a swimsuit,” you shrugged. “I actually don’t go swimming often so I’m not used to wearing one. I typically would just wear a shirt like I am now.” You rubbed your left foot against your right ankle as you spoke, starting to feel awkward in having this conversation.

“Oh,” was all Eric said, starting to frown a bit but quickly shook his head and crossed his arms. “You know, I don’t care what you wear as long as it makes you comfortable, but right now, it’s just you and me here,” he subtly smiles. “We’re gonna be in the water having fun and cooling off. I don’t want to pressure you or anything, but you’re safe around me.” Eric reassures you and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

You half smile while looking down at your feet. “I know,” you simply agreed.

You suddenly look up at the feeling of his dominant hand now on your left shoulder, patting it reassuringly. “Y/n, you don’t have to be shy in front of me. We’re good friends, let’s be comfortable with each other, yeah?” His eyes were full of tenderness as you met his gaze. You pouted your lips playfully in attempt to not get sappy at his words.

He was right though. You just want to have fun and you’re letting your insecurities get the best of you. You know Eric isn’t an asshole. He never judges anyone’s appearance and you know he’s a sweetheart.

You nod your head as you take in his words. “Thanks Eric, really.” your face flushed as he shook his head.

“You don’t need to thank me. I know people wear shirts in the pool but when I picked you up earlier, you said you brought a swimsuit, so I figured you wanted to wear it. You don’t have to feel shy.”

He licks his lips and pauses for a moment before continuing, “You always look good.” Eric rubbed the back of his neck and shyly looked to the side as his voice faltered uttering that last part. Your lips parted slightly as you processed that compliment. The corner of your lips then curled upwards and you let out a soft chuckle.

“Okay, I guess you’ve convinced me. It’s just us, right?” you said rhetorically, sighing deeply. I mean, you were mainly going to be in the water anyways, so why trip over this?

Eric smiles seeing you finally deciding to remove your t-shirt, allowing your bikini to be worn properly. You toss the shirt onto the chair he was sitting at, and adjust your bathing suit top’s straps. He timidly looks away as you do, grabbing his phone to connect it to his speaker to play some music while you guys swim.

You start moving towards the pool, ready to finally do what you came here to do and allow yourself to enjoy this time. Eric looks back up at you dancing to the song he put on while making way into the pool, your locks of hair twirling around your back with each step. His gaze then ‘accidentally’ wanders down to your red bottoms, his cheeks flushing once realizing he’s checking you out.

‘Oh wow,’ he thinks to himself as he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment to tame his thoughts, rubbing his lips against each other. He then hears you call out to him that the water feels good and to come join him.

Eric puts his phone down and looks at you, your form hidden underneath water, splashing and gleaming as your body felt more relaxed now.

“I’m coming!” He shouts before he starts running towards your direction. You start grinning at his words because you have a dirty ass mind, but it immediately falters once you realize he’s gonna cannonball. Your brows knitted as he made way closer, both hands shielding your face and eyes closed once he plunges into the pool, creating splashes of waves in your direction.

“Eric!” you playfully scold him for of course having to jump into the pool like a maniac. You rub your face after the splashes drenched your face and hair, tucking your hair back behind your ears, sucking in a breath. Eric emerges from beneath the water breathing heavily, laughing as he sticks his tongue out, grazing it over the corner of his lip.

“You’re such a guy.” you scoff at him, rolling your eyes. Eric raises a brow and then begins to splash more water your way. “I’m only having fun!” Eric raises both hands from his sides, gesturing to the pool and cheekily smiling at you as he shakes his head gently.

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You two swam for about an hour. You guys tossed a beach ball for awhile, chatted about old gossip you always brought up when together, and even played mermaids upon your request— to which created plenty of laughter on your part seeing Eric take his role very seriously for awhile.

He then pleaded for you guys to race— which you initially declined, having no interest. He pouted at your disinterest, but started racing anyways. Water splashed all over your face for the nth time as he swam to the opposite end of the pool, leaving you behind sulking and rolling your eyes.

“I’m getting out!” you yelled and lifted yourself out the pool. Eric continued racing himself as you walked away to grab some towels nearby for the both of you. Once he made it to the end, he let out a sigh at your lack of desire to race. He clearly wanted to spend more time together in the water, but you were all tired out.

He sees your figure loosely drying your hair, and makes his way out the pool towards you. You met his gaze and nodded your head towards a towel you laid out for him. He silently thanked you and began drying himself, then wrapping it around his waist.

You ditched the now-damp towel you used for your hair and wrapped a fresh one around your figure, almost like a blanket. You both sat down together on one of the long pool chairs, soaking in the night while letting the air dry you guys some more.

“Do you wanna order some food? I’m really hungry,” Eric turns to look at you, your eyes meeting his at the sound of his voice.

“Yeah, before my stomach starts growling,” you chuckle as Eric smiles.

“Does pizza sound good? The usual, right?” Eric asks even though he’s already looking through his contacts, searching for the number of a local pizza place that has become a regular for you guys.

“Yes, please.” You cuddle into your towel as Eric calls the number, the pizza place answering after two rings.

He began ordering you guy’s usual and you can’t help but stare at him while he talks on the phone. His curly hair is wettish from all the swimming, some of the curls falling past his forehead. Every so often he’d toss his head a little to shake the hanging curls away from his eyes.

You just couldn’t help but admire how fine your best friend was. It was a crime that he walked around looking like a god. The jawline he had could probably leave a cut on your skin if you brushed against it with how defined it was. His side profile was beyond alluring and would make you double take when passing a glance. His beautiful, bronzed skin made him look so godly.

And he even had such a nice body. Eric frequented the gym, and his abs and muscles were definitely proof of that. He was proud of his body, and did his best to keep his prominent muscle’s defined by working on himself consistently. He was dripping with good looks.

Eric ends the call eventually and you’re ripped away from your wandering thoughts, crushing hard over your best friend.

“Whatcha thinking about?” Eric speaks in a playful tone, meeting your gaze after putting his phone down.

You awkwardly begin to laugh, “Just about how hungry I am.” you obviously lie.

Eric cocks his head and shoots you a grin, “You were staring at me, though.”

Your teeth began to tug on your bottom lip, before letting out another nervous laugh as you looked to the side.

“Well, I guess I was just waiting for you to finish ordering,” you replied nonchalantly, making a weak attempt at putting on a poker face even though you’ve already failed.

“You love spending time with me, huh? Can’t get enough of me?” Eric playfully hits your arm with his elbow, causing an ‘ow’ to escape your lips even though it barely hurt.

“Why do you always have to be such a tease?” you wrinkled your nose in question.

“Cause’ I like you,” Eric casually admits like nothing, his eyes having been scanning over your face this whole time since having ended the call.

Your lips parted as you blinked harshly, eventually letting free a forced laugh and your face forms a lopsided grimace.

“Can you be serious right now?” you scratched your head as you looked at Eric.

“I am.” Eric spoke softly, losing the playful tone completely.

He felt like he was gonna explode at his random confession. What you thought was harmless teasing was him actually flirting and him having romantic interest in you. You guys started out as friends but as time went on, he fell for you. After all the conversations and hangouts, he got to know you better and even from the first day, he thought you were such a pretty girl.

Though, he didn’t know when the proper time to confess was or if he even wanted to. You guys have such a solid friendship, and it seemed like you were fine with your stance.

Then again, you were very timid, so you often held back any talk involving feelings— at least with him. You weren’t the type to open up first. He usually had to question you to get an answer out of you— as much as you were willing to say, anyways.

“Like… as friends, right?” Confusion flooded your face as you hadn’t a clue of where he was going with this.

“Yeah, but… what if I said I meant it as more than that?” Eric had this hope-filled look clouding his face. He looked at you anticipating that you felt the same. Even at his random confession, he hopes that you can see how serious he is. That he didn’t just fuck up your friendship by making things weird and that you get the hint that he wants to be more with you.

“Okay— this is not funny. Literally, what are you going on about?” you scoffed and shook your head. You honestly couldn’t believe what he was alluding to. It just can’t be. No way in hell is Eric Sohn admitting that he likes you in that way. No damn way.

“I would never in my fucking life joke about something like this, Y/n. I know this is out of no where— hell, I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to tell you because I already appreciate what I have with you,” Eric sucked in a breath before continuing. “But I selfishly want to be more. After all this time together, I just can’t help but want to be able to hold you and call you my girlfriend every time I am around you.”

“I… I honestly think i’ve fallen in love with you.” Eric breathed out and swallowed hard as he looked at your now incredulous expression, his own eyes widening as he realized what he just said. Your mouth’s open in shock as you blinked excessively, trying to blink away at your now moist eyes.

“With me?” you laughed harshly at him and Eric’s lips turned down. “I think you’re mistaken,” your gaze shifted towards your feet as you continued. “You cannot love me in that way. I’m just… not perfect.” You’re in utter disbelief. You were way too insecure for your own good.

Of course you fucking loved him back. You tried to ignore it for so long, your stupid little crush on someone you accepted you couldn’t have because you felt that he was way out of your league and your status remained as just friends. He only saw you as a friend, you thought.

You were you and he was Eric fucking Sohn. He was on the baseball team, athletic, a gym rat, popular, out going, a sweetheart, and hot.

While you in comparison, stayed home most days you had zero obligations, barely had any hobbies, and had like 3 friends.

You felt unloveable because of how insecure you were. You didn’t think someone like you was capable of having romantic feelings reciprocated. You felt unworthy. Eric could easily bag an L.A. model if he wanted to. So why the fuck is he here saying he wants to be with you?

Eric blankly stares at you for a moment. His face has gone pale and he feels his throat getting tight. He’s trying to process what you have said. Where is all this coming from?

“You’re perfect to me.” Eric reaches out for your hand and you get goosebumps at the action. Your eyes shift to where your hand is now in his, his thumb stroking your skin gently.

“Eric…” you barely whisper before removing your hand from his hold, looking away and missing the sadness in his eyes at the loss of contact and rejection.

“You cannot be with someone like me… I mean, look at me and then look at you! You are fucking amazing, Eric,” you finally look at him to gesture your right hand at his figure. “You could have anyone in this world and you’re trying to tell me that you’re in love with me? Have you seen me?”

Tears well up in your eyes as you remove the towel you had draped around you from your body. Your fingers roam around your stomach and you harshly pull at your love handles. “This can’t be what you’re attracted to,” you swallow hard, feeling so vulnerable right now.

You felt ugly. Society has told you that you needed to lose weight to be loved. You needed to be slim or appear a certain way in order for everyone to be kind and pay any mind to you. Not many people bothered to get to know you. Even though Eric has been your friend for a while now, you still find it hard to believe someone as handsome as him wanted to be around someone like you.

No guy ever showed any desire in wanting to be with you romantically or physically, or even as a friend. All your friends with ease had people lining up to be with them and you felt so lonely— so unwanted.

Your whole existence, you’ve always felt unworthy and everyone’s last choice. You felt like something was wrong with you and you’ve sorted accepted it.

Eric sat in silence as he took in your words. He had no idea you felt this deeply about yourself, how you saw yourself in a negative light. He thinks back to when you came out in your shirt and said how you weren’t feeling yourself in your bikini which prompted you to come out covered. You were self conscious. He looked at you with distraught and teary eyes. He was heartbroken to hear you think so lowly of yourself when in his eyes, you were practically Aphrodite mixed with an angel.

“Y/n, I didn’t know you felt this way,” Eric’s eyes softened as you looked down to the concrete, feeling ashamed and embarrassed of yourself right now.

“I’m sorry if anyone has ever made you feel unworthy or uncomfortable to live as yourself. I’m sorry that you cannot see the beauty in yourself,” Eric choked out.

“But I promise you, that you are so beyond beautiful inside and out,” he licked his lips and shook his head. “You don’t understand how beautiful you are. How much I enjoy spending time with you. Why do you think I insist we hangout at least once a week?”

Eric lets out a chuckle which prompts you to look up at him. “After every hangout, or even after every class we had together, I was already longing for the next time we’d see each other. I’ve been desperate for you… you consume my thoughts, Y/n.”

Your face turns crimson as he says all this to you, processing his every word. It did begin to make sense. He’s the one who asked for your number first. He always invites you over to his home. He actually seems to care about you. You chew on your lip at the realization. You were so caught up in your own self consciousness.

You never have imagined that someone could love you in this way in reality.

Eric notices you begin to soften up a bit and his lips curl upwards, “I like that you can handle my silly antics and loudness, and always laugh instead of seriously being annoyed. I like that you have such a kind heart, and are always willing to make time for others— even if that means sacrificing your own obligations and time.” Eric looked at you in adoration, like a puppy in love. You have to admit, your heart swells at his words, and it brings a slight smile to your face.

“Oh come on, you’re so cheesy.” you playfully slap Eric’s hand as you sniffle.

He bites his lower lip and rubs his chin before continuing, “I also like when you have your hair up in a ponytail and leave two strands out on either side. I don’t see you with your hair up often, so I get excited when you do have it up.” You grab a piece of your hair and begin to play with it, face flushed as he keeps going.

“And,” he pauses for a brief moment, blushing as he whispers the next part. “I like it when I see you and I can tell you’re not wearing a bra.”

You drop the strand of hair and look at him with wide eyes, face full of sudden shock. Are you hearing correctly?

“Your nipples are always so hard, baby,” he chuckles as his gaze moves towards your chest.

“Even now, I can see them poking through,” he nods his head at your breasts. You look down and move your hands onto your chest, feeling your nipples through the top. You glance back up at Eric, a cheeky smile plastered on his face.

“Was that cheesy, too?” he questions, tilting his head to the side, shit eating grin smothering his face.

“Eric!” you scold the boy and mischievously hit his arm for suddenly admitting he stares at your breasts often. Though, your thighs instinctively press together at his lewd words, face still crimson.

Your best friend has admitted all these things to you. He sees you the way you see him, and it all feels like a hallucination. You usually feel so insecure, but he sees you like gold. You’re nothing but stunned right now.

Eric laughs as he wraps an arm around you, making you shiver at the sudden contact.

His hand reaches over your shoulder, accidentally brushing over close to your breast, resulting in you jolting at the sudden action as you felt sensitive to the touch.

Eric immediately removes his hand and leans back. “Shit, sorry!” he doesn’t hesitate to say. He’s embarrassed at his attempt in being smooth. He doesn’t want to scare you off.

“It’s fine,” you shyly speak. You have to admit, you were getting a bit turned on. After him showering you in compliments and confessions, you were now slowly accepting that he actually does want you in the same way you’ve fantasized over him.

Not only does he seem to like you for your personality, but also physically.

“No it’s not. I don’t know why I thought touching you like that without permission was okay. You’re still vulnerable,” Eric feels guilty and moves his eyes to look away from you in embarrassment. You haven’t even responded on whether or not you accept his feelings. I mean, you seem fine now.

Of course your insecurities won’t disappear overnight, but you looked more relaxed. He just hopes you don’t feel the need to shy away from him anymore.

“Eric…” you softly speak. He looks up at you curiously, humming as your eyes are already on him, looking at him softheartedly.

“I love you, too.” you murmur tenderly.

Eric’s heart suddenly starts beating fast. He adjusts his posture and a smile creeps up to his face as he registers your words for a moment.

“Are you serious?” he looks at you excitedly with flashing eyes.

“One thousand percent,” you gain the confidence to reach over to run your thumb along his cheek, taking your time to caress him. Eric feels the hair on his skin begin to stand up as you touch him intimately. His eyes shut as you take in his face, feeling it for the first time.

You smile at how cute he looks, softening under just the touch of your thumb.

“I’ll be yours if you’ll have me.” Eric states, his eyes opening to look at your own glistening ones. His face leans into your touch, feeling so good that you’re finally embracing him like this.

“Of course I’ll be your girlfriend,” you look up at him lovingly.

His heart swells at this moment. The moment he’s been longing for, where he can finally call you his.

Eric is going to make sure you feel loved every second of the day from now on.

He removes your hand from his face and holds it gently within his own. With his other hand, it is now his turn to stroke your face with his warm palm. You swallow as you feel yourself melting like ice at his hot touch.

Eric is so close to you, yet so far. You have him now, so that means you can do all the things you’ve longed for with him.

“I want you to k— kiss me,” you suddenly blurt out, gaining trust to do so.

Eric pauses his delicate stroke’s against your cheek, and looks at you in surprise.

“I’ve never kissed anyone before,” you shyly admitted. You fluttered your eyelashes at him and stared at him pleadingly. “Please teach me, Eric.”

Eric swears he feels his dick twitch at your eagerness. With a simple sentence, his brain feels like it’s on fire. Oh how he’s longed to kiss your pink lips for what seems like forever.

Your innocence is cute, he thinks. How you’re willing to open up to him like this. How you are allowing yourself to let him love you in this way.

“You’re so precious,” Eric breathes out as he begins caressing your cheek again. You look at his eyes that carry a sense of longing as he scans your face, soaking up your features.

“We can take it slow,” Eric murmurs and you nod.

Eric’s thumb moves to your bottom lip, tracing the lines and feeling how plump it is. Your palms began to sweat in anticipation, and your heart rate increases at the build up.

Your eyes are open still, watching him curiously as he grazes his thumb over your lower lip gently, which makes his own heart flood in an ocean of warmth.

Eric’s thumb drops and his dominant hand moves to gently cup your jaw. His other hand pulls you closer against his chest, hand now resting on your side. You slightly shiver at his touch, fingers dancing over your love handles.

“You can touch me too, baby,” Eric nods at you, seeing you’re a bit tense and don’t really know what to do even though you so desperately want to feel his lips on yours already.

You hesitantly place your hand over his chest, rubbing the area carefully. Your fingers graze over his nipple and his eyes immediately shut at the feeling. He inhales sharply at your movements, and you can’t help but chuckle seeing him affected like this just by your touch.

Your other hand rests on the back of his neck along the nape, beginning to tangle your fingers in his curls and it feels like home for the both of you.

You don’t know what to do next, so you just continue combing through his hair. Though, you finally close your eyes, signaling to him that you’re ready for a kiss.

Eric’s lips curl upwards at how cute this is— you waiting for him to take the lead. He finds you very endearing like this.

He caresses your side as he slowly pulls your jaw close. Your lips separate faintly while he does so, awaiting for your lips to meet.

His eyes shut as he captures your bottom lip within his lips. He tilts your head ever so slightly so that you don’t bump noses, and your fingers messily fidget with the nape of his neck as he gently sucked your balmy lip.

Eric’s lips against yours feels electric. You allow him to guide you and you slowly get the hang of it, you soon after kissing him back. The kiss feels so magical. The feeling of his lips against yours sends sparks all throughout your body. You feel as with every movement his lips make against yours, you’re bound to explode like a firework at the passionate sensation.

You lose yourself in his lips, his hands soothing your body in the process, and nothing else matters except for Eric Sohn kissing you.

He pulls back for a moment, and you both stare at each other in awe at what you’ve shared. Eric suddenly lifts his rear off the chair for a bit, removing the towel he had wrapped around his waist and tosses it on the ground. He then decides to pull you over his lap, seating you on top of him with your legs wrapped around him. Your mouth opens agape at the action, your hands moving to his shoulders to steady yourself.

“Am I not too heavy for this?” you cringe, feeling like you can’t even be in this position for a second before it gets uncomfortable for Eric’s hold.

“Nonsense— you fit perfectly, baby,” Eric says. He spreads his legs a bit to make it more comfortable for you.

His hand rests on your back, fingers rubbing it soothly. His fingers trace the valleys of your stretch marks that decorate your lower back, and he smiles at the feeling of your skin.

“S’ gorgeous.” he murmurs, your cheeks heat up in response. Eric’s lips lean in to press against your pink cheeks, leaving tender, wet kisses all over your face. “You’re such a pretty girl.” he announces as you giggle at his affection towards you.

You crave for his lips on you again, so you take the risk of moving to glide your tongue over his bottom lip, begging to be invited in his mouth for seconds. A groan of satisfaction vibrates through Eric’s chest and he lets you in. Your tongues greet each other as your lips enveloped. A moan escapes your throat at feeling the wetness of his tongue against your own. You’ve suddenly lost your inhibitions after hearing all of Eric’s praises and tasting his pillowy lips. This kiss was sensual, becoming all hot and breathy in desire for one another.

Eric’s teeth gently graze over your bottom lip and you can’t help but move your body from the pleasure, resulting in you grinding down on Eric’s lap.

You pull back for a breath and your heart misses a beat as you feel something hard press against the fabric of your bottoms. You gasp at the foreign feeling.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Eric breathes out and goes to pet your hair. “We can stop if you want, just tell me,” Eric says, face turning red.

One of your hands moves to fiddle around his neck, admiring the chain that rested against his collarbones. You bat your eyelashes as you rub yourself against Eric’s crotch again, eliciting a deep groan out of him, his eyes drawn shut from your actions. You bite your lip at the stimulation it brought to your core. There’s a strange feeling growing in the pit of your stomach. This was all new to you, so it was very thrilling.

You lean over his neck and tenderly begin peppering kisses all over, his hips bucking up at the feeling of your mouth on his sweet spot.

“Mhm,” you whimper at the friction of his bulge against your core, which captivates Eric. The sound of your pretty moans and the way your body responds to him has blood rushing straight to his cock.

“What are you doing, princess?” Eric gently pulls you back from his neck, looking at your desperate eyes with his own, wetting his lips with his tongue.

You continue to rub your core against his crotch as he introduces that nickname. Your arms wrap around his neck and your fingers get lost in his curls once again.

“You like when I call you that, huh?” Eric nods his head at you, smirk prevalent on his face.

You whine at his teasing, hiding your face in his neck. “Eric…” you announce.

“Hm?” he hums, rubbing your back soothingly.

You pull back from his neck to look at him. He presses his lips together as you bashfully look at him. Your lips part in wanting to say something, but you hesitate in doing so, moving your gaze away from his own.

“What is it, baby?” Eric coos as he cups your jaw. “You can tell me,” he encourages you since you’ve suddenly gone shy.

“I— I want to taste you, Eric.” you practically whisper to him.

He chuckles, “You want more kisses?”

He sees you cutely furrow your brows with lips slightly pouted, gently shaking your head. “I don’t mean like that. I mean like… let me help you out,” with heavy lidded eyes, you gesture towards his manhood.

Eric’s lips gape slightly as it registers what you’re saying. He cannot believe what he’s hearing. You have no experience and yet you’re beyond eager. You’re so needy for him and it is fucking turning him on. He could probably cum right now in his swim shorts just from the kissing and grinding.

But, he doesn’t want you to rush into things so suddenly in the heat of the moment. He wants your first’s to be perfect. Even if you guys knew inside that you trust one another, he still wants to be sure.

“Y/n, let me take you on a date first at least, hm?” Eric rubs your thigh gingerly. “I don’t want you to do anything just because i’m hard right now. We can wait until you’re ready,” Eric softly smiles.

You’re still pouting, and let out a huff of frustration at his words. “I just want to taste it.” you whine out while your hips rut down into his, which draws a moan out of Eric, his fingers pressing deeply into your thigh in response. You sigh at the feeling.

“I’ve dreamed about giving you head since I met you,” you confess as you continue, drunk off the feeling of his cock through the thin pieces of fabric. “I promise I want to, Eric. It’s all I want to do tonight. We don’t have to go further than that— it’s what i’m comfortable with for now. We can save all the other stuff for another time. But right now, I just wanna please you if you’ll let me,” you babble, giving him pleading eyes and he see’s how bad you want it.

He wonders what happened to you being coy not that long ago— not that he’s complaining or anything, but you’re now feening over him. This feels like a dream. You wanted to please him so bad and he just could never say no to you, not in a million years.

He would be a fool to turn you down.

He lets out a deep sigh and tsks, his hands snaking around to grip your hips to keep you steady. “Okay, princess. I’d hate to ever say no to you,” Eric goes to chase your lips, sealing the deal. The kiss has you mewling into his mouth and he gulps hard at your noise.

You pull back from his lips and go to leave a tender kiss on the corner before he helps you get off his lap. You stand up as he stays seated, curiously watching your movements. You crouch down and your hands are on the towel Eric tossed earlier, starting to spread it neatly on the ground so your knees can rest over it.

“Here?” Eric questions as you get on your knees and your eyes lock. He bites back a groan as he has to now look down to meet your eyes, seeing you on the ground all submissive on your knees with your cleavage perfectly on display. It has him screaming internally.

“Yeah,” you say as you begin to stroke Eric’s knee. “I’m too impatient to go inside.”

Eric laughs and bends forward to press a kiss on your forehead, your nose scrunching cutely as his lips make contact against your skin. His hands then goes to cup your cheeks. “I’ll be as gentle as possible and guide you if you need it. Just tap my thighs or tell me if you want to stop. Okay, baby?”

“Okay,” you say and nod your head. Eric’s lips give you one last kiss on the corner of your mouth, and he lets you go.

You swallow hard, mentally questioning yourself on how you want to go about this. Eric watches you, smirking as he can practically see the wheels turn on your head. He’ll guide you, but only if he see’s you struggling or if you ask for it. He wants to see what you can do, since you seem to be so eager for his cock.

You begin by inching a bit closer to his crotch, just between his knees. Your hands move to touch his abdomen, running your fingers along the defined lines of his abs. Your lips pucker up as you press hot kisses along his stomach, appreciating how beautiful Eric’s build was. Eric’s dominant hand goes to rest in your locks, massaging your scalp as you kiss his tummy.

“You like my body, baby?” a smug look is present on Eric’s face as he says so.

“You’re beautiful,” you breathe out shamelessly, pausing when you’ve gotten closer to the skin just below his belly button.

You soon remove yourself and he lets his hand fall while your hands move to the waistband of his swim shorts. You play with the fabric a bit in nervousness, still figuring out how you’re going to approach this sensual act and wondering if Eric will be satisfied with your performance.

You finally tug his shorts down and fully off. His cock then immediately flops up against his abdomen, slapping the skin.

You gasp at first sight of his cock. It’s pretty lengthy and fat, erect with precum residing on his tip. You gulped as Eric’s right hand moves over to his shaft, beginning to stroke himself as he nibbles on his bottom lip. With pursed lips you look at him, feeling tingly and flushed all over as he makes eye contact with you while he touches himself.

“You wanna touch it?” Eric raises a brow as he slicks his cock in his wetness. You’re salivating at the sight of his naked form playing with himself. He looks so pretty on display like this for you.

He lets go of himself and you finally start to test the waters, hesitantly grabbing the base of his cock and stroking the skin. Eric hisses once he feels your small hand over his base. “Fuck, baby.”

You bite back a smile at his reaction and you start to give the tip kitten licks while rubbing the underside of his cock with your thumb. The taste of his precum lands on your tongue, causing Eric to purr in pleasure.

“Starting off as such a tease.” he mumbles while his legs instinctively spread to give you more room and his left arm goes behind the back of his neck and head, giving you a perfect view of the little sailboat and paw print tattoos that decorate his bicep. So fucking hot, you think to yourself.

You experimentally press your tongue along the underside of his cock, gliding it over a vein all the way up towards his tip, then deciding to take the head of it in your mouth.

A hearty groan rips from Eric’s throat as he feels all these sensations, and you begin to bob your head over a bit of his length, your hand jerking off the rest of his shaft.

“Breathe through your nose, baby, and hollow your cheeks,” he advises you between breathy moans.

You slowly challenge yourself to go deeper, coating his cock with your saliva. Eric is entranced by the slurping sounds that start to escape your lips and becomes drunk off the feeling of your warm mouth encompassing his cock.

His eyes shut while his hips can’t help but buck into your mouth at the feeling. You choke at the sudden movement, removing your mouth and gasping for air, sobbing out a moan as his length pops out your mouth.

“Fuck, princess. Mhm— sorry, can’t help myself,” Eric chuckles, licking his lips as his hand falls into your hair, caressing it gently and keeps it from falling around your face.

Your eyes meet and you hold contact, both of your eyes each going dark with lust while you take him in your mouth again, your left hand running up and down on what you can’t fit while your right decides to rest on his balls, beginning to massage and fondle them.

“That’s it, baby! What a good girl, playing with my balls without being asked, hmm— you’re an angel.”

Eric praises you and your moans vibrate around his length in response. Your sucking starts to become more enthusiastic at his praises. You remember to curl your lips over your top teeth so they don’t touch him when you start to feel confident to take him deeper.

Eric’s gaze is fixated down on you as you bob your head, being such a brave girl and taking as much of him as you can. Your head rotates from side to side while sucking him, and your right hand is still rubbing circles along his balls, groping them and loving how heavy they feel in your hold.

Eric can’t help but grip your hair a bit tight as your mouth is driving his body insane. You gag around him as you take a bit more than you’re able and he carefully pulls you off. You cry out as you breathe in the fresh air, a string of saliva still connecting your lips with his cock. Eric growls seeing his cock coated in your saliva and his precum, and then moves his vision towards your mouth, your own spit now raining down your chin.

You inhale sharply as you give your mouth a short break and your right hand starts to jerk him off, feeling the wetness of his shaft glaze your hand.

“You’re s’ so big, Eric,” you whine and your lips stay parted, running your tongue along the inside of your mouth. “Jaw is starting to hurt.” you whimper as you look up and flutter your lashes at him, throwing your head back, thighs squeezed together as you tighten your hold around his cock.

“Just a little longer, baby. Getting close,” Eric coos and guides your lips back to his cock again. You run his tip all over your lips like a lipstick, humming in satisfaction at the wetness. You want nothing more than to drown in his essence.

Although your jaw is growing tired, you’re desperate to make him cum. You force your mouth to open wider and bob up and down as far as you can, sucking more of him as much as your mouth can handle.

The suction and slurping noises start to become more frequent from you as you pick up the pace. Eric’s breathing becomes more ragged at your rhythms and pretty sounds.

“Mhm, fuck! Getting close princess— where do you want my cum?” his brows furrow as he peers down at you, tears beginning to form in your eyes when you bring his head far back enough to trigger your gag reflex.

You start to get sloppy with your movements and meet his gaze with your own pleading eyes as he attempts to pull you back by your hair, though, your left hand finds purchase on his base and your right hand’s fingers dig deep onto the skin of his leg.

He laughs in seeing you not having any desire to come off him, “So this is what you meant when you said you were hungry earlier, hm? Can’t believe my pretty, perfect girl wants me to cum in her mouth for her first time. So fucking hot.” Eric’s cock twitches and balls tighten up once he’s approaching his release, brows knitting together and mouth agape, beginning to whimper in overstimulation.

“Mhm— Eric!” you muffle around his cock while your pussy throbs from listening to his pretty sounds leaving his lips as a result of you and from his fat length twitching in your mouth.

You continue to suck and jack off sloppily what you can’t fit, and before you know it, his hot, creamy load coats your tongue and paints your mouth white.

Eric’s head is thrown back, abs and jaw clenching as his release creates spasms throughout his entire body, sighing your name over and over weakly like a mantra.

His cum feels hot, thick, and sticky in your mouth. His release tastes slightly sweet, and you swirl and swish it around your mouth before swallowing as much as you can.

Your eyes are heavy lidded as you gently suck the head of his cock like a lollipop in attempt to drink up every last drop of his cum. You bring your lips to the tip and kiss it a few times, rubbing his balls tenderly to soothe him.

“Atta’ girl. Good fucking girl.” Eric praises you, groaning with a raspy voice.

You huff out a breath as you remove yourself entirely from his length. Wetness from tears decorates your eyelashes and stains your cheeks, vision somewhat blurred from all the work you put on his cock. Drool mixed with Eric’s cum is dripping down your lips and chin, and you continue to let spit fall, your mouth open with eyes closed as you try to calm yourself.

Looking at you, Eric feels numb in the head seeing you all fucked in the face from his cock. What a gorgeous sight.

After a few seconds, you both slowly start to calm down your uneven breathing. Your hand goes to wipe off whatever is left on your face, but not before Eric tuts at you and carefully hoists you up against him, his lips attaching against your own in a beat of his heart. Both of your lips move hungrily in sync and you moan into the kiss.

“You did so well, princess. You were such a good girl for me. The most perfect girl, and all mine.” he growls in between kisses as he tastes your saliva mixed with his own cum, and places you on his lap. Your hands go to wrap around his neck and one of his hands smooths over the fat of your middle, massaging it lovingly while his other hand rests on your neck. You shift a bit as he does so, gasping once you become aware of how damp and creamy your bottoms are. Eric seems to feel your wetness over his dick, grinning as the tip of your ears turn red and your cheeks flush pink in embarrassment.

“Aw, my pretty girl is all soaked ‘cause of me?” his hand goes to play with the flesh of your ass and you whine at his words. He kisses your cheeks sweetly and nuzzles his nose against your own. His heart feels so full to be so close to you like this. To have you in his arms and sharing intimate moments is a dream come true. You feel the same as he embraces you and is so gentle to you, feeling so loved by your best friend turned boyfriend.

“Can’t wait to take you on a date and treat you like the princess you are,” he whispers. “Then, when you’re ready, i’ll be sure to make you cum as hard as you made me. Sound’s good, baby?” Eric murmurs and you grab a hold of his chin, ready to plant another kiss on his lips before the sound of a ring causes you both to jolt up.

Eric groans, eyes rolling back in annoyance as he twists his head to see that it’s his phone ringing. You press a quick kiss to his jawline as he answers it, massaging his scalp while he talks on the phone.

“Hello… Oh, you’re here?— I’ll be right out!… Sorry to keep you waiting… Okay thanks, bye!”

“Shit, the pizza’s here.” Your eyes go wide as you register the call and his words and you quickly get off Eric. He rushes to put on his swim shorts and immediately bolts inside to get the food at the front door, leaving you outside by yourself.

You laugh at how fast he scurries off and then you sigh at the feeling of you bottoms sticking to your core within all the wetness. “I hope he lets me borrow a pair of boxers or something,” you say out loud to yourself as you make your way inside, ready to dig into some real food.

As much as Eric’s meat filled your mouth up nicely, you could use a couple slices of pizza to now fill up your empty stomach.

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The neon lights of a love hotel beckon you... Will you be staying for the night? ♡

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🍓🌸🍓꒰ Saccha┆he/him/hole┆artist n writer!!! ꒱🍓🌸🍓

HIIIHIHIHI my name is Saccha!!! get it bc,.,, Saccha(rine) and… my blog name iz sweet-luv-club, YEAH U GET IT TJBGJHBG,,

JUST A LIL OVEREXCITED TRANSMASC PUP RUNNIN A LUV HOTEL ,, there r a lot of aesthetics i wanna b associated w/, this intro post will prolly change over time lol

i wanted tew stretch out ma writing skillz n i have a lot of ideas i jus wanna throw out in2 da world,, scenarios i hope ppl would also enjoy n such!! ♡♡♡ just wanted to pump out gender neutral x readers for the gayz tbh,,

as much as i love reading fempovs, i want 2 make food for other trans ppl like me ^w^ and also interact w/ other blogz!!! also sorry not sorry of my excessive use of colors and kaomojis lol!!

dis blog is where i will dump all my horny ramblings about

★⋆ Degrees of Lewdity (mentioning this game alone should indicate i dont mind dead dove stuff hfbhg)

★⋆ Call Of Duty MW2 (im only a very casual fan tho lol look man im a porn blog my content isnt gonna be that deep!!)

★⋆ The Last Of Us (specifically joel content bc im feral 4 him but im also feral 4 ellie,, WRITING ABOUT THEM SEPARATELY THO OFC LMAO)

taking requests for each >w<)b !!!

♡ ┆ stuff i will write ┆ ♡

★⋆ DRUMROLL PLEASE... THE MAIN REASON I WANTED TO MAKE THIS BLOOOG... transmasc reader content!!! 🎉🎊🥳 with warnings on what terms to be used on the naughty bits, ofc!!

★⋆gender neutral reader stuff!! no pronouns other than 'you',

★⋆ if i write nsfw with GN reader, i'll have separate sections for when u have afab/amab anatomy and how characters i write with would interact with em !!

so the format would go like

˗ˏˋ ꒰ König with a chubby S/O ♥ nsfw!! ꒱ ˎˊ˗

♡ ┆ headcanon

if you have AFAB anatomy…

♡ ┆ headcanon for how he'd treat u with ur coochie, gender non-specific

if you have AMAB anatomy…

♡ ┆ headcanon for how he'd treat u with ur pp, gender non-specific

most of my fics/drabbles would be gender neutral unless stated otherwise !!

plz note!!! in cases like Ellie who is explicitly and canonically a lesbian i will also only write in fempov, everyone else i write about automatically becomes readersexual meaning theyre attracted to the reader regardless of gender, appearance, etc etc so for example if ur super mad i made your big strong masculine military man a cocksucker das on u, go cry ab it somewhere else thanks (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

★⋆ BIG GIRTHY AGE GAPS… but readers in my stories should always b regarded as 20+!!

★⋆ and ofc hand in hand with that comes a corruption kink BAHAHAHA and as a heads up i place a heavy emphasis on virginity !!!

★⋆ yandere/obsessive content bc im a sucker for it :((

★⋆ pet play/hybrid stuff… sometimes human but most of the time it comes w the reader having animal characteristics!! (ex. bunny reader, cow reader, puppy reader etc) ONLY LIMITED TO STUFF LIKE EARS/TAIL/WINGS THO and maybe heat cycle stuff bc im a sucker for that too

★⋆ A/B/O content and dynamics

★⋆ stepcest probably???

STUFF I WONT WRITE ABOUT... no cute format for these ones LMAO 'm just gonna lump all of them together

actual incest | zoophilia content (YES I KNOW DOL IS RIFE W/ THAT BUT I ALWAYS TURN OFF BEAST TOGGLES SJHDS) | scat/piss/basically any bodily fluid aside from CUM LMAO (i'd probably make an exception 4 squirt tho,,,, 👀) | gore

das about all i can think of for neow heheh!! btw i may like and interact w blogs that have dark content or even the content i said i wont write, please be aware of that in case the posts i've liked show up :<<

i'll eventually come up w/ a list of characters im comfy with writing for, as well as a general idea of how i would write them for requests n such!! if the character u like isnt there, im still looking into how i would write content for them :>

IF U READ THIS FAR ILY BYEEEEE ♡♡♡

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i post and reblog 18+ content often! i also will occasionally reblog darker content, but if i do it will be tagged.

please be 18+ to interact with me! you also need to have your age in your bio/pinned post! give me some indication of your age! you will be blocked if i don't have your age somewhere.

dark content will be tagged as ' cw : dark ' if anyone wants more specific tags i might do that. block the tag if you'd rather not see any dark content

characters i write for that need to be time skipped will be even if not explicitly stated (obviously) if that makes you uncomfortable please do not follow me.

a lot of my fics are written with a chubby reader in mind because i feel like we do not get enough representation in fics and its always good to have more, sometimes it will be explicated stated sometimes it will just be implied and sometimes i won't allude to the readers weight at all and they won't be a chubby reader.

besides the reader being chubby i do not describe the readers body other than that, for example not mentioning skin tones or hair length.

i do not write any character x character content or for male readers. i wouldn't do male readers justice. if i wrote character x character it would be a threesome with the reader. i do write gn readers sometimes but mainly i write fem readers. i won't write any angst and unhappy endings. all you angst writers are built different i swear (affectionate) if i do write angst it will end in comfort and fluff due to an original misunderstanding.

please try to refrain from asking for a part two for my fics. i'll post a part two if i feel like it but i'm glad you enjoy my content enough to ask for more.

please reblog my writing! that's the best way to support me, leave comments, let me know about the fic, it honestly makes my day when people leave a tag or a comment complimenting my writing.

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i love getting tagged in things so please do not hesitate to do so! all the fics i love are under the tag ' ♡ recs ' this is for longer form content. shorter form content i reblog i still recommend but they will not be tagged as recs.

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#♡ rules #new rules post made 26th of feb<333

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hello!! i absolutely love ur work!! it's not often i find chubby reader work that actually makes me feel comfortable reading it!! i was just wondering if you've ever wrote a fic ab reader being kinda insecure? thanks! have a wonderful day/night!! <33

i don’t believe i have in the past and i’m not sure if i would in the future, but there’s a first for everything!

i prefer to write fics where a chubby reader is confident in their body because i’ve always felt like there’s already a substantial amount of insecure chubby reader fics (in fact, id say it’s usually the default for chubby reader fics) and because i just don’t really want to write about a reader character who explicitly doesn’t like themselves. i definitely have more fun with a reader who likes being thick and likes showing off what they have or a reader who’s just neutral on it and exists in their body naturally. but maybe!

additionally: i feel that writing about a reader who likes their body is more effective in helping real people learn to love their bodies too in sort of a “fake it till you make it” scenario because that always worked for me when i was growing up. just a lot of my own personal tastes w my reader insert characters and fics; there’s no wrong way to learn to love yourself!!

#chats

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hi! (first time sending an ask so pls lmk if anyone has this emoji but-) i completely agree w/ u that writers should put a warning or smth that the fanfic will be catered to a certain body type as ive read fanfic w/o that and have felt insecure. not saying these writers are intentionally trying to make ppl feel bad, but they need to realize that sometimes their works do cater to thin/skinny body types and letting readers know that rly isnt a big deal. ty for always speaking ur truth! - 🐱 anon

hi nonny! im gonna answer all ur asks in one go <3 (no need to apologize for spamming! i had a moment of 'oh fuck did i say something wrong' but thats just anxiety brain speaking haha)

honestly! i genuinely don't mind if writers wanna intentionally write works for a thinner reader, it'd just be nice for them to write in a little warning at the beginning of the fic <3 i write chubby readers and mark 'em with chubby!reader so my audience knows, nothing wrong w doing it the other way around!

i also wanna say, i remember looking up "seventeen x chubby reader", "svt x chubby reader", or smth along those lines on tumblr but just knowing almost nothing will pop up 💔. until i saw a little fanfic called "tiger stripes" and was baffled that someone actually wrote something that had someone like me in mind. i remember feeling and being so happy about it. just thank you for your svt x chubby reader works because u make us chubby carats feel so seen 🫶🏼 - 🐱 anon

aaaa ty lovely!! im a chubby gal myself so i love writing chubby!reader fics from time to time when inspiration strikes <3 usually i try to keep everything body neutral so that anyone can enjoy my fics (even in my chubby reader fics, i try not to specify how big reader is so that anyone bigger can enjoy them), but sometimes i just gotta aim something for the chubby gals out there <3 tiger stripes is one of my most beloved fics and it genuinely makes me happy to think of my own stretch marks as tiger stripes hehe <3

ah anyway !! hope im not a bother w/ my asks !! i just wanted to tell u this despite my shyness bc idk, i rly feel like u needed to hear it 🙏🏼 anyway, i also wanna add ur a rly good writer and keep on doing what ur doing 👍🏼 - 🐱 anon

u are 100000% fine!! i love talking to anons and ur always welcome to pop into my inbox whenever you feel like it <3 + it does always help to hear that other chubby carats enjoy my work!! mwah mwah ur so sweet

tw fatphobia mentions (nothing explicitly fatphobic tho) // omg though.. i remember finding this [redacted] x reader fic and bc it appeared under the [removed] tag (smth like that) and i assumed that it was catered to fat ppl. but unfortunately it turned out to be incredibly fatphobic w/ it's themes, plot, + y/n. im not saying u have to be fat to write "x fat reader" fanfic but perhaps step away from writing for ppl u have no understanding of if ur gna write stuff like that.. - 🐱 anon

redacting the guy + the tag from your ask purely to try and avoid anyone tracking down the writer by any means! i trust my followers to not do something like that, but i'd feel better reducing that risk in any way <3

oh yikes! i think like... its worth it to sometimes address fatphobia in writing, but that kind of stuff 100% needs a warning! one of my current fic ideas involves a reader who is confident in her body but kinda relapses back to a previous mindset of 'maybe i Should be ashamed of it' after being fully insulted for being a bigger gal and the fic would absolutely have a warning.

i do agree that you def do not have to be a bigger person to write chubby/fat reader fics, but its definitely something you need to be mindful of when you wanna handle the heavier topics. im always happy to weigh in with my own thoughts + experiences, and im sure other people would be, too! no shame in trying to address it in themes/plot, but there's def a difference between endorsing those ideas and discussing them (and i'll say i have no idea which was being done in this fic)

(btw: no one go looking for this writer to say anything to them btw, we do not promote harassment on this blog--anon ur 100% fine to express ur opinions since i've seen fatphobia in reader fics, too, and it's okay to express discomfort with the idea. i'm always open to discussing things as long as they don't point too directly to anyone's work--and i'm equally open to taking down anything that pinpoints a certain writer.)

anyway ur 100% fine to send as many asks as u want!! im always happy to talk to people esp abt topics like this (or in general too!) <3 ty for being polite tho mwah mwah ur v cute

#🐱 anon #wooahaes.ask #asks.anon #fatphobia tw #(for a mention in another ask anon sent) #(im serious btw i removed the guy + the tag to reduce any risk of the writer being found) #(please do not go looking for the writer)

[x-mentally-eel-x]

I am open for Fanfiction and Scenario requests!

Hello everyone! I hope you are all having a good time so far! I have been pretty active with my imagination lately and I have been lately having the motivation to be creative and do some writing. Along with that, I have always wanted to try and try doing fic requests in general, and use them to let out my creative ingenuity, practice my writing, and practice keeping up these requests.

Warning: The rules will contain topics that will make some readers uncomfortable, or are unsuited for underaged readers.

Writing rules -

For the purposes of this blog, I will mainly be writing Twisted Wonderland fics. I still can write for other fanbases, but please ask for them in my other blog @kimberlyscout where I post other fandom content. Most of the same guidelines will apply on my other blog as well. Also, although the tweels might the more prominent characters I write, I can still write for any twisted wonderland characters or scenarios. They don’t have to involve the tweels or Octavinelle.

Please also be aware that with college, work, and other responsibilities that I have to attend to, it may take some time to get some requests completed. If it takes me a while for a request to be done, that doesn’t mean that I won’t do your request. Still don’t be afraid though to put in as many requests as you like, I love seeing others inputs and ideas.

Stuff that I will write ~

Food / Eating

Headcanons - chubby hcs, personality/interest hcs, etc.

AU's

Angst

Plutonic

Fluff

Dark, obscure, or NSFW topics - I am open to most kinds of dark or brutal concepts such as gore, cannibalism, (plutonic) yandere, death, etc. The only thing not allowed is listed under stuff I don't write.

Stuff that I will NOT write ~

Smut

Rape, Incest, Pedophilia, or anything else to a simular vain.

Nude / Sexual actions or gestures

Shipping - Plutonic shipping is good, but please no smut, romance, or proshipping.

Even if there is a topic not explicitly stated on this list, there may be some requests or topics I wouldn't want to write, if that ever happens to your request, please respect my decision.

The rules may be changed at any moment. Feel free to also ask about anything. ^^

#twisted wonderland #twst #jade leech #octavinelle #foodie #azul ashengrotto #disney twst #floyd leech #gluttonous #headcanon #fanfiction #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland fanfiction #fanfic guidelines #content warning #fanfic request

[wri0thesley]

so my logical brain KNOWS that mahito is a very horrible and dangerous evil being that would sooner transfigure me body and soul into something unrecognizable than even give me the time of day. but my horny brain keeps thinking about him being super fascinated by the idea of breeding, the ways he could manipulate his dick, and how obsessed/ attached he would get 👀 can I request some nsfw with him and a chubby reader to that end?

also, dubcon, some yandere, otherwise unhealthy elements are 1000% fine, I just really want a reader fic with him that isn't like, straight noncon or super violent but still pretty in character if that makes sense 🥲

honestly anon, this is almost . . . fluffy? i had a lot of fun writing it! mahito is a little shit but he’s also . . . cute?????

reblogs and comments are much appreciated / my jjk masterlist

scientific knowledge - mahito x reader (4k)

the cursed spirit who has moved into your house (possibly against your will, you’re not sure anymore) discovers your internet history. he would really like to know more about this ‘breeding kink’. 

warnings: not sfw. afab reader, neutral pronouns. slightly dub-con (reader is into it but also very aware mahito could kill them). manipulation of tongue and dick. breeding kink. mentions of pregnancy. coming inside. explicitly chubby reader.

You think of Mahito as a cat.

You guess you could call him a lost puppy, the way that he always seems to be around when you’re at home and has made himself comfortable amongst your rooms and possessions – but there’s a way he has of looking at you, a tilt to his chin and a smile on his face, that suggests to you he’s far too smart for that. So a cat he is; always waiting to strike, always wanting to touch anything you bring home, asking you endless questions and demanding answers with a pout and a tug of your arm.

But, despite what you know he’s capable of (what he’s told you he’s capable of, with a laugh that’s too bright and eyes that are too wide), he’s never tried to hurt you. More, he seems to enjoy having you around – having someone to talk to and bother with his curiosity. You cannot bring yourself to be rude to him, and you’d be lying if you weren’t fascinated yourself by the cursed creature that you’ve found yourself saddled with--

So the two of you rub along.

And if you have noticed that Mahito’s eyes are pretty, that he is lithe but toned beneath his loose grey shirt, that he looks handsome and comfortable amongst the detritus of your life, you swallow the lump in your throat and will the heat in your cheeks away. That doesn’t stop Mahito from looking at you like he knows what you’re thinking about, with his patchwork smiling face hidden behind a hand, but it makes you feel better.

You know what he is capable of. You should not be wondering what it would feel like to kiss him! You should not have watched in fascination one night after you’d watched a horror film with too much blood and he’d altered his shape to match the forked tongue, too big, of the villainous monster of the movie!

You should not have to press your thighs together and will yourself not to let your fingers slip between them because there is just something about him that you cannot deny.

You suppose he is like a cat because you had shown him kindness, once, and he had followed you home with a grin and an; “I like you, you know!” and you had not had the heart (or the death wish) to throw him out; so you talk to him, and provide for him, and do not ask him about what he does when he isn’t there.

You probably should, considering he had once produced from his pocket a very shrivelled up little bean-shaped object emitting a low groaning noise, and said, grinning; “This used to be a human being!”

You’d peered at it.

“What is it now?” You’d asked him. He’d frowned and looked at it himself, considering the question. You’d said; “A human bean?”

And Mahito had laughed so hard that you’d thought you might need to stop him from choking.

He reads your books, roots through your possessions, uses your shower products (you’re kind of glad about that one; at first, a scent like death and rot and sewers had clung to him). He has tried on your clothes – ignored your personal space utterly, wrapping himself around you (he always seems to be freezing cold) when you’re on the sofa, and poked at your food until you’ve given him some.

(“I don’t need to eat,” he says, as he grabs his own spoon and digs into the bowl of ice cream. “That’s a silly, human thing to need. But . . . it’s good, isn’t it?” You had bought two tubs at the store next time and used a label-maker to write his name on one, and he had been delighted, exclaiming – not without a touch of lingering threat – “This is why you’re my favourite!”)

And you put up with it. You let him. Because a part of you has grown to enjoy his company, of seeing his silver-grey head perk up when you let yourself into your own home. It’s nice having somebody to come home to, even if that somebody is a something – even if that something is a curse that could kill you without blinking and relish in your dying screams.

Today, you’d come home to hear laughter from your bedroom, and you’d opened the door to see what Mahito had found so interesting, hoping that it was nothing that might stain your carpets.

“What are you looking at?” You ask. He looks comfortable, pleased, lounging on your bed with your tablet in his hand, scrolling leisurely with his grey-and-blue eyes wide with delight as he drinks in information on whatever it is he’s got open right now. Your money’s on a page of urban legends you’d found for him a few weeks ago; Mahito loves reading about supernatural things. He likes to point out exactly which parts of them are fake.

“I figured out how to look at internet history!” He chirps. The words fill you with dread, but you hope he’s just figured out how to get back into your Google search results so he can find things to make fun of himself.

“Is that so?” You ask, carefully. Mahito looks up from the screen, his face illuminated by the white glow. His stitches seem even more pronounced in this light, his eyes even wider. “Find anything interesting?”

“What’s a breeding kink?”

If you had been holding something in your hand, you would have dropped it. His eyes bore into you from his position, and the irony that he’s asking you this as he lays on your bed is not lost on you. There’s an amused slant to his mouth, a relaxed set of his shoulders that suggests to you that despite what he’s asking, he already knows.

“I-- umm--”

“You read a lot of dirty fiction,” he continues. “I knew humans liked to eat, sleep, and fuck, but I didn’t realise just how varied that fucking could be--”

You are so embarrassed you think you might cry. It’s bad enough that he’d seen your searches, that he’d possibly read some of your favourite, bookmarked stories – but the fact he’s rubbing your face in it, all cute and teasing--

He drops your tablet and rolls onto his stomach, steepling his fingers together so he can rest his chin on them.

“Y’know,” he says to you, “reading about these breeding kinks has given me some really interesting thoughts about experiments we could do together.”

Your throat goes dry. Mahito is still staring at you, curious smile on his face, gaze boring into you so you feel like he’s looking directly at your soul – hell, with all of the stuff he’s always talking about, maybe he is. You swallow, bringing a hand awkwardly to flutter around your chest.

“E-experiments?” You ask him, hoping that he hasn’t noticed that your heart has started pounding in your chest and a bloom of heat has made itself known, low down in your stomach. Further down than that, actually – you just don’t want to admit that what Mahito is saying is making you wet. You think it’s probably better if he doesn’t. He’s probably just fucking with you, anyway--

“Uhuh!” He chirps. He moves, fast as lightning – before you can react, before you can even blink, Mahito’s slim frame is pressing you against your bedroom wall, surprisingly strong considering his looks. He’s tall enough that you have to tip your chin upwards to look at him, and he seems to enjoy having you at his mercy. “You’re cute, y’know!”

You consider wriggling against him and trying to get free, but knowing Mahito’s unpredictable nature, you decide that’s probably a bad idea. Your best bet, you think, is to hope that he’s joking. He lowers his face so his forehead presses against yours, the tip of his nose brushing your own.

“I’m not joking,” he tells you, his voice serious and intense. “I think that it would be very beneficial for me to explore some more about human bodies. If I’m going to go around altering the shape of their soul, I mean!” One of his hands cups your face. He’s so cold. You almost shiver – but you stay, trapped, your eyes level with his. There’s a coldness in the pits of them that terrifies you. He really does just see you as something to be toyed with.

That shouldn’t be sexy, damnit. Fiction really has rotted your brain.

“I’m curious,” he says to you, hand travelling lower down now, to the neckline of your shirt. “If a curse and a human fuck--” The glee in his voice as he caresses the word almost forces a whimper out of your lips. “Can I breed you? I don’t think I can – the physiology is different, I suppose – but it’s an experiment, so I’ve absolutely got to rule it out, or I’ll never be satisfied--” A grin, feral. One of his knees suddenly forces itself between your own, effectively parting your thighs. “What do you think? Wanna help?”

Anything you were going to say dies on your lips as his knee goes higher and presses against your core through the fabric of your jeans, hard enough that the pressure sends shock-waves of excitement through you and your mouth opens to emit a soft, pathetic little whine.

Mahito’s eyes light up. His knee does not move; he grinds it again, purposely this time, into you.

“You’re wet,” he tells you, as if you don’t already know – as if you’re not in danger of soaking through your jeans. His lips lean in to brush against your ear, raising the hairs on the back of your neck. “You like me too, right? I might not know humans very well, but I see the way you look at me.” His fingers brush your breast through fabric. The other hand is at your hip, ruching up your shirt so he can touch bare skin. “It’s okay! I don’t mind. It just means you have to help, right?”

“Mahito,” you try and say, weakly, but his tongue has snaked out to trace a line over your jaw and you are so very weak. You’re shivering, trembling, your mind hazy with what he’s dangling in front of you – and when his teeth, just a fraction too sharp, tug on your earlobe, you short circuit and murmur; “Yes. Yes--”

He pulls back, grabbing your wrist.

“Great!” He tells you, as he tosses you towards the bed. His eyes are still almost frighteningly wide, intensity radiating off of him in great waves. “Take off your clothes! I’ve read enough about this, I think I’ve got it now--”

You stumble a little from his over-enthusiastic guiding, but you’re already lifting your shirt off over your head. Mahito’s eyes are drinking you in, interest colouring his gaze in a way that makes you feel pleased and giddy. You’re often anxious about the way you look – even more anxious, when despite the strange patchwork quality of Mahito’s body his face is handsome and he knows you’ve been looking.

“Let me,” he says to you, reaching behind you and unclipping your bra as if it’s not the first time he’s done it. Well. He’s tried on your clothes, maybe it’s not the first time – your train of thought is stopped as Mahito pulls at your underwear too, sliding them off you so they fall around your ankles and you kick them away.

He doesn’t say anything about the gossamer thread of your arousal that breaks – he’s far too busy running his hands over you, palms calloused and cold.

“You’re so soft,” he says, in wonderment. “You’re so warm!” He squeezes your hips, pushing you backwards so you’re forced to sit on the bed. You’re entirely at the curse’s mercy, and all that is doing is making you feel light-headed and warm. He groans as he strips off his own clothes, clearly annoyed by how they’re getting in his way. He leaves his loose trousers on for a second, as he crawls onto the bed opposite you and returns to taking handfuls of your skin, squeezing and kneading it. Your nipples perk under the pinch of his thumb and forefinger, and he giggles.

“You’re so cute,” he says, sing-song, moving to your stomach, the flesh there being gently poked and petted and squished too. “Adorable!” Your cheeks are all hot. Does he really think that? If he’d seen your internet history, you guess that means he might have seen some of the porn videos you’ve watched, and you definitely don’t look like those actors--

“I mean it,” he tells you, insistently, as if he can tell you’re second-guessing yourself. You really hope that he hasn’t been able to read your thoughts this whole time and kept it from you--

His fingers trail up your thighs, forming a V-shape to pull open the plump lips of your cunt. He leans forward, staring at it, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“This is cute too,” he intones again, fascinated by the petal-soft lips of your folds, of the throb of your hole, the pearl of your clit nestled in there. “Even warmer--”

A finger drags through your slick and you bite your lip hard, the sensation of his cold digits on your warmest, wettest parts making you want to push up against him for friction at the same time as making you want to pull away from him.

He laughs again as his finger brushes your clit and you jerk, another soft whine escaping your mouth. He brings his finger to his mouth to taste you, wide smile settling across his face.

“You taste good, too!” He tells you. “I didn’t think you would, but you’re . . .” He pops the finger back in his mouth, his tongue lengthening to drink in every drop of your slick glistening on it, and you feel yourself clench. Oh, fuck. You’ve got it bad. “Sweet!” He leans forward again and licks a long stripe up your sex, your toes clenching at the sensation of the cool, wet muscle, your body reacting to the sight of the inhumanly long tongue enjoying the taste of you--

While he licks at you, forming his tongue into a scoop to get more of your taste into his mouth, his hands fiddle with his loose pants. You guess he isn’t wearing underwear, but that thought disappears as the forked tongue (when did he fork it?) flutters over your clit and you see stars, moaning loudly into your ceiling. God, it feels so good. A cursed spirit is eating you out and instead of wanting him to stop, you just want him to do it harder.

You’re brought back to Earth by Mahito, dropping his pants with a flourish.

Your moans die in your throat as you see what Mahito has between his thighs. Your eyes nervously dart from the cock resting thick and heavy and flushed, to Mahito’s face, pride in the way his hand comes to support it.

“Whaddya think?” He asks. “I modelled it on some of the stuff you were watching--”

“I-it’s big—” You say, nervous, not wanting to offend him. “I’m--”

“Ah!” He nods. Before your eyes, it seems to shrink a little, thinning out. “I don’t wanna hurt my lab rat!” Despite the fact he just called you a ‘lab rat’, affection is leaking out of his tone in great waves. “Is this better?”

“Y-yeah,” you nod, shifting closer. You reach out a hand nervously. It won’t be the first cock you’ve touched, but it’s certainly the first cursed cock you’ll have touched (the fact that he’s included a ring of stitches around the base is  kind of cute, actually--) and you’re not sure how sensitive he might be.

A hiss comes out of his mouth as you wrap your hand around it.

Very sensitive, then. His eyes flutter closed, hips rocking forward into the warmth of your touch as you give it a few nervous pumps. His teeth bite into his bottom lip for a moment as he groans--

“Feels good,” he tells you, eyes snapping open. “But it’ll feel better inside of you, right?” One of his hands lands on your thigh, fingers digging just a bit too hard into the plush flesh. “I want to see what all the fuss is about--”

He doesn’t give you much time to think about it, as he crawls over you, caging your body beneath his. He’s lucky that your desire for him has been brewing for longer than you’d like to admit – lucky that the way he’d talked to you and stared at you and murmured about how soft you were have made you wet enough that when his cock brushes your slit, you arch your back and whimper out his name.

He tries to thrust it in you twice, awkwardly missing the pulsing hole both times, before you take pity on him and prop yourself up on one elbow enough to reach between you and take hold of the base of his shaft. He laughs at his own ineptitude, clearly finding this all very fun, but the laugh dies in his throat and turns into a guttural groan as you guide it inside you at exactly the right angle.

“Oh,” he says, as he sinks further and further inside you, and you can do nothing but wrap your arms around his neck and cling to his hair. “That’s what the fuss is about.”

You tug on the silver locks in your hand (it’s surprisingly soft, but then again, he has been using your conditioner) and Mahito groans, which is . . . interesting. If he doesn’t kill you after his little experiment, maybe you could explore that further. His chest presses against your breast as he bottoms out inside you – his eyes looking down at you as if he’s had some kind of religious experience.

“Okay,” he breathes, pulling back a little before driving back into you (making you see stars, again), “I kind of get why humans like fucking so much—”

“Enough to keep us around for longer?” You pant, as Mahito begins to find a rhythm, the silky sear of him pumping into your sex distracting. Mahito huffs out a laugh.

“Enough to keep you specifically around for longer,” he tells you, “Especially if you keep . . . feeling like this. You know,” he hits you with a fierce stroke, his hands coming to grip your hips hard. “You’re my favourite!”

Something moves, and you whimper – did he just make his cock bigger inside of you? The stretch makes you squirm beneath his grip, Mahito’s fingers and thumbs dig into your skin, his face turning very serious.

“D-did you just--?” You gasp, as his thrusts get faster and harder. He slides his hands further down, grasping the softness of your thighs in them and pushing your knees up so they press against your chest. In this position, you can tell that he has definitely made his cock bigger – it pounds you deeper, further, buried so far inside you feel like you’re being speared in the absolute best way.

“Maybe,” he says, teasingly, hips establishing a brutal pace. “I just wanna make sure I come inside you a lot!”

You’d almost forgotten the purpose of this little exercise, because of his tongue and fingers and cock – your body gives a squeeze around his cock, constricting him and making his groan stutter, at the thought of being filled up by him. Mahito giggles again, but breathlessly – this is his first time, you remember. You shouldn’t be surprised if he comes quickly.

“You really do like the idea of being bred, huh?” He asks you. The thick cock inside you is rubbing against all of your sensitive spots, your walls tight and silky and clinging around him. “You got so tight, cutie--”

“Mahito,” you whimper about again, and he leans down and kisses you. His tongue is still too big, and forked – but the kiss is hungry and passionate, exploring every inch of your mouth like he wants to eat you alive. The pounding in your core is getting faster, hungrier.

“I like it when you say my name,” he mumbles, against your lips, almost drooling onto you. You can’t breathe. The feel of his cock inside you, the heat that he’s stirring up with every drag of his hips is overwhelming, too much to handle. All you can feel is him, so big that he feels like he might break you in half.

“’m gonna--” You’re mumbling, hot, needy. You don’t care that he probably can’t understand what you’re saying. “Please, ‘m-- too much--!”

“Cute,” he repeats, breathlessly. “You’re so cute-”

Too much becomes too much (emphasised), and your orgasm bursts into being in blinding technicolour, heat wrapping around you as your pleasure reaches a crescendo that makes your feet lock into the small of his back. He groans in surprise, breaking the kiss – blinking down at you with those mismatched eyes as your mouth is free to wail at the intensity of all of the feelings that are overwhelming you. Your channel is clenching hungrily around him, milking him for all that it’s worth.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “Fuck, that’s so good—”

His hips stutter. His mouth drops into an ‘o’, as if he’s surprised – and then, his hips are wildly knocking against you, cock twitching and shuddering inside of you. Mahito’s noises are no longer discernible – just groans and whimpers, the feeling of him inside you just adding to the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm’s aftershocks as they ripple through you.

He’s coming.

He’s coming inside of you, like he said he would; trying to breed you, like he said he was going to, and the knowledge and the sensation of being pumped full of his come pushes you into a trembling second orgasm, shorter and sharper than the first. Your nails dig into his bare shoulders as he groans, muffing the noise of his own weakness once more with your mouth.

You did not think, when you’d walked in on Mahito on your tablet, this was where tonight was going to do – but with the feeling of his thick release inside of you, painting your inner walls with pearly fluid, you can’t say that you’re disappointed. You are disappointed when Mahito pulls back, gently dragging his cock out of you, his lips leaving yours so he can watch the way that your cunt is stretched around the shaft inside of it.

He pulls out of you with a pop, and his fascinated eyes watch as some of his release dribbles out of you in trickles – he opens his mouth, again, and his too-long tongue gets even longer. Long enough to scoop the release and push it back inside you, as if he’s using the thing like an extra finger – the sensation of the muscle on your already sensitive walls makes you whimper, squirming slightly. Your knees are still pressed to your chest, so that Mahito has the perfect view of how sore you look after his rough treatment.

“This position looks so nice on you,” he tells you, with a grin. He’s staring down at you, eyes bright and wide. You know you should not find him comforting. You know he could kill you where you stand (or where you lie, which is the more accurate description). But there’s something in his gaze that’s the closest that you think that Mahito can get to fondness. His cock is already stirring (yes, he definitely made it bigger – you wonder just how big he can make it and have you still be able to take it).

“Can I do it again?” He asks, unprompted, as if he’s not already shuffling on his knees closer to you, and as if you’re not already breathlessly trying to open your legs wider. “I don’t know much about human science, but I feel like with experiments it’s good to be thorough--!”

He doesn’t need your help guiding his cock back inside of you this time.

#mahito x reader #mahito smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #mahito x you #not sfw #writing #breeding kink for ts #afab reader #neutral pronouns #dub con for ts #Anonymous #jjk posting

[thepixelelf]

I wanna talk about inclusivity - updated 05/05/22

I wrote this post a long time ago, but I still stand by much of what I said back then. Some wording has been changed, and some things have been added, but nonetheless, the message is the same.

Reader insert fanfiction should be as inclusive as possible.

If not, it’s hard to call it reader insert in the first place.

I’m not talking about personality here. I’m not talking about whether “y/n” drinks coffee if you hate it. I’m not talking about if the reader-insert is shy when you’re not.

This is about physical appearance. This is about body type. This is about race.

Before I go any further, I want anyone reading this to know I am not claiming to be perfect. Of course I will also make mistakes. With those mistakes, I sincerely hope people call me out on them. I want to know when I’ve done wrong -- when I have offended anyone -- so that I can learn and grow. Please, if you have anything to say regarding this post or the topic in general, feel absolutely free to contact me.

Other posts on inclusivity:

The problem with social media aus How to make your social media au inclusive

Continued under the cut.

Writing a female reader is one thing. I honestly have little to no problem with this, especially when it is explicitly mentioned somewhere in the description of the post. Especially in kpop fanfiction (and even more so with boy groups), the majority of readers are girls. We’re practically the target audience, and I acknowledge that. What I want most regarding gender is for people to properly label gender-specific works.

Problems arise within writing any gender of character, though, especially considering stereotypical body types. The most common is height. Not every reader will be shorter than the kpop boy. In almost every fic I’ve read, especially with female-insert, there is some sort of hinting that the reader is shorter than the boy. Although this is not too mentally damaging (from what I’ve heard), it can get tiresome/annoying when it’s the only thing you ever see. If you are shorter than most, imagine if almost all reader-inserts constantly talked about characters looking up at you, or you helping someone reach something from a tall shelf. You’d feel excluded, right?

You know why people have to specifically request tall reader fics? Because almost no one writes them.

It’s the same with -- and I’m paraphrasing here -- “chubby” reader requests.

I’ll put a trigger warning for fatphobia here, as I will be addressing it. If you do not want to read about this, skip to the next bold sentence.

I see a lot of chubby reader requests floating around, and while it’s great that people write them, it’s not so great that they need to be requested in the first place. I know that most of those are comfort fics, but still. The kpop community is already extremely fatphobic. I won’t go too into it since it is not my place, but it must be acknowledged. And don’t come at me with the whole “my fave is not fatphobic >:(((” bullshit because that’s not what I’m talking about. It’s ingrained deeply in many Asian cultures and societies, and South Korea is no exception. It’s why girl group members get death threats for having a stomach. It’s why boy group members call each other pigs just for not having abs. It’s there, and we shouldn’t deny it. We can’t deny it.

But furthermore bringing body-shaming into READER-INSERT of all places?? I just... I get disappointed. 

If you want to be inclusive, don’t write the classic “swimming in his clothes” trope. It’s so tired. I know it’s considered cute or domestic or whatever, but come on. What if the reader is broad? Or tall? Or fat? (Know that I do not intend to use the word “fat” in a derogatory way. I know how dismally society has treated the word.) Writing the “swimming in his clothes trope” is very very exclusive, and it sucks that more and more of it is still being written.

That’s just one thing. There are so many other instances in reader-insert writing that include discrete body-shaming, but I can’t cover it all. People should be more aware is what I’ll say.

This is the end of my addressing of fatphobia.

From here on, I’ll be addressing race. If, for whatever reason, you want to skip this because it makes you uncomfortable, you may want to sit down and reevaluate as to why this would make you uncomfortable. 

I want to start off by saying that while I am a person of colour, that does not mean I am incapable of racism. This applies to everyone.

The biggest exclusion that happens in reader-insert fanfiction is racial. I will not sugarcoat it.

The first glaring example I ever saw was the use of “Kim Y/n”. Fucking ridiculous. Kim or Park or Lee or whatever, why would you ever do this? Readers have their own last names. Only so many readers will be Korean at all, and even then only so many will have that specific fucking last name. What is the point of giving a last name like that? What is the point of forcing the reader to be Korean? Unless the reader-insert character is adopted or there’s some other extenuating circumstance, I never want to see something like that.

Much more comes from use of hair and literal description of skin colour.

Any description of hair types (straight, curly, thick, thin) is exclusive to those with any other hair types than the one described; it’s the same with hairstyles. I’ve seen many written moments of tucking hair behind the ear or running fingers through hair -- hell, I used to write the exact same thing -- but that’s exclusive to many many people. People with short or no hair, people with hair that isn’t the kind of texture that can be run through, people who wear head coverings, etc. It’s easier to just avoid descriptions of hair than try to find something that will include everyone.

As for skin colour... please, please just don’t write the reader blushing. At least. Other descriptions of skin colour I believe have been waning lately, but blush I still see as often as ever. Many poc don’t show blush. It really pulls you out of a fic when something happens that you can’t do because of your race. It’s extremely disheartening.

I know it’s because we write with ourselves in mind. What we can do is work harder to remind ourselves, as reader-insert writers, that we are writing for everyone.

If you read any of this and thought anything along the lines of “But I do [this thing that was mentioned] and I’m not racist/fatphobic/colourist!” please consider that many of us are raised with preconceived notions. We may not realize certain issues at first, but we can learn from others and grow from this.

That’s all I have for now, but there is always more to be said. If you think I am in any way in the wrong, talk to me. Make your voice heard.

#kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #inclusivity.tpe

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

Like out of a 100 writing blogs, at least 85 are exclusively for skinny readers, especially white skinny readers. But if a writing blog is catered towards poc, especially fat poc the "popular" ones have the nerve to harass them complaining about feeling excluded. Like I am sorry, did you not see 'kissing hip bones', 'biting your protruding collar bones', or seeing the words dainty, delicate petite to describe their body stature?

I am just starved for chubby/fat reader content mannnnnn, but the moment fanfic writers who write for people deviate from the majority audience, they are harassed and bullied and fucking idiots just send that 'xx wouldn't be attracted to fatties and so so' like-

BITCH THAT'S A FICTIONAL CHARACTER WHY THE FUCK DOES IT MATTER GO OUTSIDE AND TOUCH SOME GRASS, HUG A TREE, TOUCH AN OX OR SUMN

I am just gonna explicitly state that these sexy 2D men exclusively fucks fat cuties and slurps up that fat pussy/dick, what are they gonna do?????? Tell those 2D men to fuck off???? lmao bitch if they were real they would throw your nasty bigoted ass all the way to Antarctica 😤

I just wanted to vent, thank you and have a nice day ♥️

Mannnnnnn, I got so many opinions on this, lemme do a read more sksksks

So first off, I completely agree with you. I myself haven't seen anyone throw shade at creators for writing for fat characters, but I've heard it from other people and it's absolutely ridiculous. Like you said, we are dealing with fictional people. They do not exist and unless the creators flat out say "x character would never date a chubby person" then I'm gonna headcanon them as a chubby chaser! What're people gonna do? I ain't hurtin nobody and I'm mindin my business so those dumbass ppl should mind their own too

I hope that people just write in this way bc they are projecting themselves onto the reader character and that's why certain descriptions are put in place, but it's still incredibly frustrating when I'm reading a fic and the male character is like touching your tummy and says "i can feel my cock in you" like baby no that is all fat sksksk I appreciate the thought it's v sexy but it ain't true

It's hard writing a reader who is generalized enough for all ppl to feel included while reading, but I also think that we as writer's should do better. Yes, it's nice to have personalized content, but we should be conscious of the people we are excluding when we write about 'tucking hair behind your ear' or 'rosy cheeks' or 'slim waists'. It's so frustrating seeing so many fics catered to one type of body type, and while I don't believe that writer's are intentionally doing this to exclude people, it's still upsetting. Just one adjective like skinny or fair could ruin a person's entire experience with a fic and make it unenjoyable.

I try to make my writing as inclusive as possible bc i want all people to enjoy it, but I also prefer to write things that make me happy. I prefer fem reader content because I'm more comfortable writing a detailed fic with a fem reader, and I prefer chubby reader bc I myself am a big girl and those types of fics make me very happy.

I'm not always inclusive! I think it's mostly okay as long as it's explicit, yk? Like if the author tells you right away that the reader is described as x y and z then it's not as bad as going into a fic trying to read it from your perspective and then a description pulls you out of the story.

At the end of the day, I'm gonna write what I want, and I want to write about my fav characters falling for pretty fat girls sksksk. If people ever come into my asks and try to harrass me for writing for plus size beauties, i'm just gonna delete it. It's not worth the time or attention. We all deserve love and affection, and hopefully one day we can all enjoy reader fics that are well-written AND inclusive :)

#ask #sometimes i feel bad about making fem reader content bc i know that not all my readers are fem and i don't want them to feel excluded #but also #i enjoy my writing a lot more when i can add details that are catered to fem readers #i like adding depth to my stories so that they're more enjoyable and realistic #but it's hard bc i don't want to exclude ppl who aren't fem #i try to make my work gn reader as much as possible #but sometimes there's a fic idea that i HAVE to write and the best way i can write it is with fem reader #it's a tiny struggle that i deal with sksksks #ANYWAYS #thank you for your ask! #i'm happy to provide chubby reader content :)

[miscelunaaa]

gyat WAS SO FUCKING GOOD PLS MAKE MORE (only if u want) it’s so hard to find plus size docs especially for bts ( or maybe im just bad at searching) AND IT MADE ME CRY BC I LOVE THE HURT/COMFORT AKBXJS SNS i luv u <3

I’m so glad you liked it!!

For now, these two get a little rest while I try to work on some other wips, but we have definitely not seen the last of them or their friends!

As for finding more plus-sized reader fics, I definitely feel you on that struggle! It does feel like there might be a bit of a vacuum there, but I think this is beginning to change?? Or at least I hope so? This is something that I know exists on tumblr, but they can be difficult to find. If you’re feeling up for it, I have a few rec tags you may want to check out on my fic rec masterlist. They’re not super filled tags yet, but they do exist. I’ve got one for fics that writers tag as plus-sized/chubby/etc and then I have one for smut fics that didn’t feel especially exclusive in any way. Again, they’re both a little sparse! I need to update them and comb through but my rec tags are all kind of a work in progress! Maybe there’s something in there currently that’ll do the trick in the mean time? I definitely intend to make sure I keep a lot of my future fics explicitly body size inclusive. I’ve been thinking a lot about how to approach this! It’s something that matters deeply to me.

Also, I am an absolute FREAK for hurt/comfort. The hurtier the hurt, the more comfy the comfort! I’m glad that resonated with you! Thank you so much for writing in!!

#asksss #anonymoose #fic:gyat #em continues to write book length responses to asks #thoughts on large bodies

[corruption-skz]

i’m genuinely curious, but do you not right about plus size readers? i really like your sub reader fics but it kinda makes me sad to see you write the reader as some tiny skinny girl. i mean i’m definitely short but i’m chubby. i’m sorry if i’m reading you the wrong way but i’m just going off what i’m seeing

Omg I'm so sorry I hadn't even noticed! I guess I do that because I automatically think about myself while writing (me as the reader) 😭 now that you told me I'll try not to mention body parts explicitly so everyone can imagine whatever they want,but if you ever want me to write about a plus size reader feel free to ask me when the requests are open again 🥰

[lucifers-horror-harem]

I stg all xreader slash stories are just 'I'm just a normal girl, who lives in this rural farm town where there is nobody for miles around, it would be a damn shame if this *insert vague yet somehow incredibly detailed description of the future love interest* fella were to kidnap me, a hot, skinny gal with h/c hair and e/c orbs'

Hey anon. So im not really sure what exactly you're implying or if you meant it as like talking shit about my work or anyone else's work, but I will give the benefit of the doubt and answer normally and if I get any similar messages im simply going to delete and block. Cause the vibe im getting is that you're looking to start something but because of the vague message I'm not sure exactly what. So here's an answer. Might not be what you want but its an answer.

I'm not really sure if its my writing or someone else's you're upset with but at least in my case I don't think I've written something like this, I tend to leave reader features out of my headcanons and fics so that more people can relate to the story. Obviously im not perfect but I think I try my best and if there's a specific instance where I accidentally use pronouns or descriptors in a reader fic then im fine with it being pointed out so I can fix it. Also in the case of skinny reader I don't think my works really give off any specific type of body type vibe unless I explicitly am writing for a chubby reader. Though as a chubby woman I tend to write my stuff and imagine my body type but keep it out of the fic because again, not everyone is the same body type. Also as for the scenario like some people have different tastes so like if kidnapping isn't for u then thats fine dude. Like I dont know what else to tell u on that front other than people like different things lol

Obviously I can't speak for anyone else, however I dont feel comfortable with any sort of putting authors down on this blog. Everyone writes in their own way and has their own tastes and what they enjoy writing and there's nothing wrong with that. I know there is a conversation to be had about making reader characters more neutral of features in general so that more people can relate to them, but your post doesn't seem to come off as being very productive on that front, it seems more argumentative and like you want to start a fight or put someone's work down and that obviously isn't helpful for anyone. I suggest if these types of fics bother you then to not read them as this is what i do if something doesn't particularly vibe with me. There's plenty of authors out there and im sure you'll vibe with someone's work.

#like genuinely not sure how to answer this #if youre trolling and looking for a reaction other than this then i guess look elsewhere cause im not interested lol #do something more productive with your life #charlotte speaks #anon #asks

[kyovtani]

For someone who complains so much about not being the "pretty kind of chuuby" which doesn't exist, you sure have a lack of more plus sized fics, seems like you just want everyone to tell you how pretty you are but don't actually put the effort to write more inclusively

hm, the thing is- first of all, if you dont like me complaining, then i will respectfully ask you to leave my blog bc that was not the last i did it. secondly, ALL of my current WIPS are chubby reader fics, i've just been struggling to finish bigger fics bc i don't just write 2k worded fics (which is fine pfc) i write slow burn with plots which are usually over 10k. thirdly, i never EVER go into details regarding physical appearance when it comes to my readers bc i want it to be exclusive for EVERYONE except, if i write chubby readers which i will then mention explicitly.

you guys have been so bold in my inbox lately and it's annoying me so much. i can tell that you have no idea what writing is and how difficult it is. dont you think i would spend all my time writing all day long if i could? i'd probably sell my soul to do just that but i can't because i'm just a human being.

there are so many amazing writers who write for big girls/people, inclusively, so how about you go and send those people positive vibes and love letters instead of camping in my inbox, talking about how i dont put effort into my writing bc i want to see you write 10k worded fics without "effort". if you can talk such big words go do it yourself and don't come back talking to me like you know who the fuck i am when you lit see 2% of my day, if i let you that is

#mimimimimimi

[steponmepinkjun]

the muriel size kink shit had always made smut of him really unappealing to me. Like not even just smut at times but theres fluff that describes the size difference in weird ways and its just.. okay? he's large? we know? not everything has to be able how BIG he is. His character is much more than just being huge. Idk I'm ranting he's my favorite and it just sucks that a lot of the content about him makes him out to be this timid child who can't do anything and must be protected at all costs or just a fucking giant.

There's just a weird and frustrating disconnect between what size kink actually is, and what Muri mains think it is.

First of all, the man is canonically huge asf. The average height for women on planet earth is only 5'3" (HAHA YALL SHORTIES, 5'8" GANG GANG) and the average height for men is 5'7". He's more than a full foot taller than both of these, so of course his height and general size are going to play a huge role in how he is perceived by characters interacting with him in most all cases.

But just because someone is tall or wide doesn't make it size kink. Forgive me for being VERY crass and explicit here, but a fic where someone has two fingers in someone's hole doesn't constitute a warning for fisting porn. Having a tall motherfucker like Muriel partake in sexytimes does not automatically make it size kink—intention and focus matters, and if the intention and focus isn't on wanting to fuck someone primarily/explicitly for their size, or—in simpler terms—if you aren't fucking them because of their height/weight/cock size/etc rather than who they are or how you feel about them, it isn't fucking size kink! You just happen to want to fuck someone whose body is larger than yours! The way the fandom throws around the term "size kink," most smut that features Portia being chubby should have to be labeled size kink as well.

There's just a fuckin disconnect. Not every sexual encounter is full of kinks and fetishes. Not every sexual preference is a kink, not every single attribute a person enjoys is a kink. But labelling anything outside of strict white-on-white married man-and-woman missionary position penis-in-vagina penetrative sex as being a kink muddies the waters, imparts shame on people either intentionally or unintentionally, and is plainly quite stupid. Sexual desire, fantasy, and pleasure are not zero-sum games of "this is Normal, and everything outside this is Kink/Fetish." I suppose that's the issue I have. Not every sexual scene outside of missionary p-in-v needs a kink/fetish label. It's fucking puritanical.

Yeah, if you fuck someone twice your size, there's gonna be some stark contrasts between your anatomy. That doesn't make it kink. And furthermore, it's actually the readers job to police what they consume, not the authors job to hold their hand and only show them content they might individually find validating or enjoyable. If I write something that someone labels kink, but I don't see as being even kink-adjacent, it's their job to divert their attention, not my job to accommodate their opinion. Curate your own internet experience, people.

[mypimpademia]

— 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

DNI (Do Not Interact).

Character List.

— 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

I will NOT write…

⇶ White readers. White people have fics everywhere. Dont ask, I'll block you.

⇶ Dark content (see DNI if you don't know what it is). It'll be an immediate report and block if you ask for this.

⇶ Smut, it’s a personal preference, this may change.

⇶ Sensitive topics such as: ab*se, s*icide, self harm, etc. I can however make comfort fics for some of these things. (Ex. Reader with past ab*se trauma getting comfort from [character])

⇶ Character x character (ships).

I WILL write…

⇶ Fluff, Angst, Mixed genres (Angst to fluff, fluff to suggestive, fluff to angst, etc.).

⇶ I can write suggestive but only minors can request this because I am a minor myself.

⇶ POC reader (black! Reader especially). I'm black so for other races/ethnicities, please include foods, phrases, common things in your culture, and other things I might need to know.

⇶ Body type specific readers (tall, short, chubby, etc.).

⇶ LGBTQ+ readers.

⇶ SMAUs (Social Media AUs)

⇶ All my work is written with black people in mind, but I don’t mind anyone of any race reading unless the readers race is explicitly stated.

Guidelines…

⇶ If you're asking for a reader from a certain place (Ex. Mexico) please include slang/language(s) or anything from that place I might need to know.

⇶ For headcanons/scenarios I'll take 4 characters max.

It's perfectly fine if you DM or inbox me to ask if your request went through/how its going, but please don't pester me about it, it'll turn me off from writing for you and I'll delete it. I have a life outside of this blog and I have other people requesting.

Shortcuts…

⇶ Requesting for 'The Main 3' is a request for Bakugo, Midoriya, and Todoroki.

⇶ Requesting for 'The Main 4' is a request for The Main 3 + Shinso (he's not a main character, but he's one of the ones I write for the most).

You can request as much as you'd like as long as you're within my rules and my requests are open. Please don't request if my requests are closed, I either won't draft it till I open requests again or I'll delete it entirely. If you don't specify or add anything I told you to specify or add, I'll ask you for them or simply take creative liberty. I do this for free and on my own time, so I reserve the right to delete requests with or without notice for any reason I see fit.

— 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋

All of my writing is mine and mine alone, do not post on other platforms, plagiarize, translate, or plagiarize in any other way unless I give you explicit permission.

If you take inspo from anything you see on here or any of my works, credit me in your work.

⇶ Always keep in mind that I'm a minor if you are an adult. Please don't try to befriend me if you're 23+, you can follow and all but being friends would make me uncomfortable.

⇶ Don't mod character anons for me if you're 18+ please.

⇶ Feel free to DM or inbox me if you have a question, want to be friends, or even just want to talk or rant (if you rant, please ask first, don’t dump on me!)

⇶ Mutuals can ask for my discord!

⇶ If you'd like to tag me in your work, feel free to do so, even if we're not mutuals! This especially goes for POC blogs!

I do not have any other writing platforms, or any other blogs (besides my side blog on my pinned post). If you see my work posted somewhere else (outside of reblogs) without proof that I said it could be there, please inform me immediately.

My rules are lengthy, but not hard to follow, so follow them. It makes it easier for both of us.

And yes, I, and most other writers, can tell when you don't read/follow the rules. There's a very good chance I'll delete your request entirely if you can’t even follow simple rules.