#insecure thomas

[msfcatlover]

People acting like Steph, Duke, and/or Jason can't cook or would ever be food snobs, like they don't all have food insecurity-based trauma.

Do they like good food? Absolutely! Would they take good food over over-processed junk with zero (0) nutritional value that may or may not be capable of rotting? Depends on how nostalgic they're feeling. Can they throw together a halfway filling meal that won't make you sick from whatever they find at the back of the pantry, and know exactly how long after the "expiration date" it takes for something to actually be dangerous to eat? Yep. Are there foods they fell back on often enough as kids that eating them now is actually triggering a lot of the time? Probably. Would they ever turn their noses up at a meal that was technically edible and 100% free if it was offered, no matter how nasty that meal might be? Unless they have reason to suspect they're literally being poisoned, NO.

(I mean Dick too, probably, but I don't know enough about modern day circus lifestyles to say for sure. Communal living could've sheltered him from that to a degree, a nomadic lifestyle would affect what foods were even available at any point in time, and he was taken in by Bruce much, much younger than the others.)

Cass can't cook, but she'll never turn her nose up at food; she also has the trauma, she's just extra weird about it. She not only eats her sandwich ingredients separately, she disassembles her sandwiches to do so. Nothing wrong with a good soup, but like... 90% of the time, it's so not worth the effort? And the remaining 10% she can steal from other people's fridges. (source: autism projection)

Tim's 100% a food snob, but like the weird kind where the things they turn their noses up at seems completely arbitrary. He will eat the slimiest, greasiest burger from the cheapest diner in town without blinking, munch whole skewers of insects as a casual snack, and wolf down enough calamari to make even the most devoted seafood lover feel a little ill, then turn around and tell you your bagel is shit because you used the wrong kind of cream cheese and "You can't seriously expect anyone to eat this!"

#food #food insecurity #batfam #batfamily #bat fam #bat family #batkids #bat kids #batsiblings #bat siblings #batbros #bat bros #bat brothers #batbrothers #jason todd #duke thomas #stephanie brown #steph brown #jason wayne #dick grayson #richard grayson #cassandra cain #cassandra wayne #cass cain #cassie cain #tim drake #timothy drake #robin #robins #the spoiler

[let-roman-bite-someone]

i was rewatching the recent sanders sides video and

this part hits harder when you remember that this is exactly how Janus had been manipulating Roman all this time.

Janus, I love you but you absolutely deserved that bitch slap.

#he had the gall to joke about it after leading roman through an identity crisis and making him feel insecure #YIKES. #sanders sides #thomas sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #sasi #tss #patton sanders #janus sanders #thomas sanders sides #sanders sides meta #sanders sides janus #sanders sides roman

[himejoshiangels]

they make me sick!!

#signal interlude #duke thomas #bruce wayne #batman #the signal #THE GRIP THEY HAVE ON ME RN #me when my dadnotdad larger than life bossslashpartner in vigilantism is so so bad at comforting me and my insecurity abt not being able to #figure out my place in all this and i realize why all his children turned out so fucked up #batfamily #batfam #tim drake #dick grayson #jason todd #dc comics

[tinkerbelle05]

How would Battinson react to his kids, his babies, dating, and growing up?

The first was Dick. He saw the growing embers of something more than friendship between him and Wally. The longing stares when one thought no one was looking, the longer than necessary touching, the blushes. It seemed like everyone could see but those two, and it was cute.

It stopped being cute when Dick entered his office one afternoon. Bruce hadn’t known what personal space was since Dick got comfortable with him. Dick would frequently invade it by jumping on Bruce’s back for an impromptu piggyback ride, though those were things of the past the older and bigger Dick got, or just giving him a bear hug.

But this was different. The way he actually walked rather than ran, the way his demeanor was more closed off and hesitant rather than open and relaxed like it usually was.

He walked to meet Dick halfway, abandoning his work. He gently held his shoulders.

“What’s wrong, Chum?”

Dick took a deep breath, in and out. “I have a boyfriend! It's Wally.” He blurted out and looked at Bruce.

Bruce saw fleeting hope of acceptance, of love in Dick’s eyes. But he also saw uncertainty of rejection in them too.

“That’s great, chum. Who confessed first?” Bruce was happy for Dick, he deserved happiness, especially in their line of work. But a small part of him felt bitter about it.

Not Wally himself, he knew the kid for years and he was a good one. But of what he represented, his birds were growing up and leaving the nest. Leaving him. Now, Bruce was happy to see his children growing into themselves. However, he feels like he isn’t needed anymore.

Why would they need a protector, who isn’t even that good at it anyway, when they showed again and again that they can provide for themselves?

The announcement reminded him of Jaime and Jason, he liked him and Damian certainly did, but his kids’ were leaving. Like, today Jason and Damian canceled dinner to be with Jamie and his family for dinner.

But this wasn’t about how Bruce feels. So even if it was bittersweet he listened to Dick rave about Wally.

Giving Bruce so much detail, he wasn't sure if this even was the same person, but he guessed being childhood best friends are different from being boyfriend.

“Alfred, have you seen Tim? He is not in the Cave or his room.” They were working on a hard and gruesome case, and just when Tim was healing from that nasty cut he got last night. Bruce knows how Tim gets when they have cases like these. He would work from day to night until he gets an answer, and that is if he doesn't fall asleep first. Even if he was recovering, and that missing spleen of his didn’t make things better.

It was one of the many things he neglected to teach Tim when he was first Robin, to have a good work-life balance, not that Bruce could talk but still, too filled with grief to see. But he is making a change, and that is starting with getting Tim to bed.

“No, I haven't, Master Bruce,” the butler answers, “but I’ll be on the lookout for him.”

Bruce gave a nod and continued to search the Manor looking for his son. He’d done this before, hiding from Bruce, because he knew what will happen. It’s childish and oftentimes annoying but a tiny part likes taking care of Tim. Tucking him into bed, kissing him on the forehead, and closing the door slowly.

Eventually, he does find Tim, he’s in Bruce’s room. His black hair, which was in that middle stage of looking long while short, looked like a bird’s nest and his eyes were dazed like he had taken a nap. His disheveled sheets and blankets were evidence of that.

“Good afternoon, Timmy.” Bruce greets him with a small smile.

Tim blinked at him like an owl and he came to his senses slowly. He looked like a misbehaving child who got caught red-handed with contraband cookies.

“Shit!”

“Language” Bruce corrected automatically. Raising kids for years will do that to you, especially Jason and Duke.

“Sh– shot! Sorry B I'll go.”

Bruce leaped forward to stop Tim’s frantic movements. “Tim, you don't have to leave or anything. I'm fine with you staying in my bed. I was just looking for you all over to take a break. But I see you’re already doing that..”

Red paints over Tim’s ears and neck and attempts to look away from them. “Well duh, I'm not a kid anymore B.”

His last all-nighter was 2 days ago. Duke found him in the dining chair.

Tim looks him straight in the eyes, “I heard you talking to Alfred. I was worrying you with my bad self-care habits and I decided to grow up. Besides, I can't live how I used to, especially without my spleen.”

Now it was Bruce’s turn to look surprised. He thought he would never see the day. But why are tears threatening to spill out then? Why was there a hole forming in his heart then? He should be happy, his children are growing into fine young men and women. So why....?

“Woah, woah, Bruce!” Tim’s alert voice yelled for him, breaking Bruce from his thoughts to see that tears were actually forming.

“Oh, don't mind me,” he shrugged Tim off and blinked the tears away. “I have some work that needs to get done, so you go rest up.” Bruce pushed Tim into the bed and tucked him into the covers, kissing him on the forehead, and closing the door slowly. A routine he’s done multiple times with multiple children, and his mind wonders when they’ll ask him to stop doing that.

He ignored Tim’s shouts to come back and closed the door. He walks aimlessly through the quiet and empty manor. It’s been ages since the building was filled with sound and laughter, now it sits in silence. So quiet Bruce can hear his footsteps echoing throughout the halls when 2 months ago he couldn’t even hear what Duke was saying while Tim and Damien engaged in their weekly arguments about everything and anything.

Oh, Duke. Gotham’s daytime vigilante, one of her many victims. He came to Bruce unsure in everything he was doing but nowadays he’s grown sure in his actions. On the last patrol, Tim had gotten hurt badly and the only way out was for Duke to drive. He didn't need Bruce or Babara to guide him.

His kids were growing up, and soon, they wouldn't need him anymore.

#soft bruce wayne #battinson #duke thomas #dick grayson #wally west #birdflash #tim drake #bruce wayne #insecure bruce wayne #jason todd #jamie reyes #damian wayne #batfamily angst #batfam #batdad

[mistergreatbones]

Duke 🤝 Tim

Parent(s) in the hospital so I’m “just a foster child/ward” because Bruce needed a sidekick and not his “real son”

#bet they got some shared insecurities y’know? #leo says shit #batfam #duke thomas #tim drake

[the-fo0l]

Thomas Hewitt x gn!reader fluff

summary: reader's kind words tug at tommy's heartstrings, sparking the possibility of your escape... or maybe not. not meant to be canon with the movie (tcm:tb)

not proof-read, pls forgive

your eyes lazily drift open before a single clear thought manifests in your mind. the air is hot and humid, the stench pervading the air making you slightly nauseous. your vision's still foggy and it seems no amount of blinking will make the sight of the dark basement your in any more clear.

a moment passes before panic starts to slowly creep in. you're slumped over, sitting on the floor, in a low cage that could fit no more than two sitting people. the large gaps between the bars tease you by being just a little too small.

beyond your confines you see that the room is littered with different workspaces. really the only things that are easily disernable are the numerous meat hooks that hang from the ceiling, illuminated by the small windows. and, of course, your friend tied up....no, bolted to the table. your heart aches listening to his rapid breaths and desperate struggling sounds. exactly what are you about to witness here?

suddenly, fast heavy footsteps begin hastily approaching the room your in. the door slams open and a familiar large figure enters. it's that same guy who hauled you and your friends into this horror house. that power-crazed 'cop' had called him tommy, you recall rather clearly how he'd yelled out "tommy get your ass over here!" shortly before you'd lost conciousness.

his tall and bulky frame steps into closer into view, making the leather mask that covers the lower half of his face visible. the mask looks sturdy, but quite messily thrown together. all you can see are his eyes, judging by which, his focus is on the poor man on the table, who's now begun hyperventilating. thomas paces in front of the table, looking over the incapacitated man for a moment, before grabbing a knife and a pair of scissors from a close-by shelf.

he uses the scissors to cut open your friend's shirt with rather delicate movements, while the man thrashes around wildly like a caged animal. a sense of urgency overcomes you when tommy grabs the knife and presses it to your friend's skin. without thinking before you do, you call out "tommy!" as gently as you can. thomas' body freezes up, yet his head snaps toward you, seems he's suprised you're awake.

you whisper out a few more quiet "hey"s as tommy turns his body more towards you. for a moment, the room falls silent, even your loud-mouthed friend quiets down.

"heyy tommy...", goddamn, he's huge, and it's not just cause of your low point of view either.

"come on, tommy, y-you know you don't wanna to hurt us..", you're not one to scare easy, but it's hard to keep your composure when under his the full attention like this.

"you don't gotta do what that old man says, he can't hurt you," you muster up anything you feel might win his favor, and judging by the softened look in his eyes, it seems to be working.

"cmon, come closer," you beckon him closer, hoping to get him away from the make-shift torture table.

thomas steps closer to your enclosure, and causiously kneels down in front of you, as if you were the dangerous one out of the the two of you. in turn, you shift your body as much closer to his as the cramped space will allow.

unsure of what to do, now that you're face-to-face with your captor.you tenatively reach a hand through the bars. tommy recoils slightly, for a moment you fear you may've broken him from his entranced state. you hand remains in the air and your next question comes naturally, "may i... touch, your mask?"

tommy simply keeps still and looks at you all wide-eyed, and submissive. you take the hint and gently begin to trace over the jagged edges of the sown leather. you feel him exhale against your hand. he seemed positively exhilarated from the gentle touch, you'd think this was his first time expiriencing real kindness. little did you know you'd be right.

"you can be better than hi—"

"get the hell away from them you son of a bitch!," seems like the sight of a masked murderer leaning closer to you was too much for your companion to handle. fucking idiot.

thomas suddely becomes enranged at the stupid rude interuption, quickly turning on his heels and grabbing a chainsaw from the top of a near-by box. he hastily starts up the blood-stained weapon, and in a split second the room is noisier than ever. groans from tommy, your pleas for thomas to calm down that quickly become scared gasps and rapid breaths, the angry grinding of chainsaw against bone, and of course, your companion's screams of agony.

with blood splattered all over him, tommy pulles the chainsaw from the ground-up chest with a disgusting wet squletch sound. the whirling of the gore-covered weapon died down. a few tears cannot be kept from falling from your eyes, a few choked sobs manage to escape your throat.

with the distraction dealt with, thomas heaves the chainsaw back to its original place. tommy drops to his knees on the ground in front of you and continues bashfully and expectantly looking at you, expecting you to continue your kind words as if he hadn't just slaughtered a man in front of you.

you do your best to calm your shaking and resist the urge to simply close your eyes and disociate. you feel like you may just throwing up from nerves and the fowl smell already pervading the room.

with both flight and fight unavailable to you, only negotiation remains. you would plead for your life but your gut tells you that it won't help.

you lift your gaze to find thomas' hulking figure still kneeling before you, except now he's closer than he was before. his breathing seems inconsistent as he looks at you with the neediest, most eager look in his eyes.

cautiously, you lift your hand through the bars once more. as soon as your wrist breaches the bars tommy quickly grabs your wrist and pulls your hand to his face. he presses it against his cheek himself, keeping your palm firmly in place with both his hands, one of his hands over yours as he nuzzles into your touch. he closes his piercimg eyes for a moment to savor the feeling, giving you the chance to notice the blood that's now smeared against your fingers. his blood.

god... what have you gotten yourself into?

got inspired after i rewatched the movie...god lord he is hot

#this is one of those pieces you feel so insecure about you dont wanna post it #thomas hewitt x reader #slasher x reader #yandere thomas hewitt x reader

[noodlesfics]

Hey! Yeah, you got it... another request, but slashers: how would they react to a chubby s/o? Like they find out reader looking at their stretchmarks in the mirror and saying they hate themselves

A/N~I HAVE STRETCH MARKS TO SO I DEFINITELY FEEL LIKE I CAN MAKE ALL THE READERS COMFORTABLE 🥰

Michael

He doesn't care at all about your body image. No matter how insecure your are, he loves you for you, not the way you look. However, when he sees you looking at yourself in the mirror, he got really confused as to why you don't like the way you look, you look fine to him. He would probably just walk off and not do anything but being aware of this, he will try and make you feel better by leaving little gifts.

Jason

He's really sad when he catches you looking at yourself in such a way, he always thinks about how horrible he must look himself, but seeing you think you look bad makes him ache. He will immediately go over to you and smother you with affection, do the same with him though, he's even more secure. He wants nothing more than to be able to tell you how something as beautiful as you somehow ended up with someone like him.

Thomas

He has the same problem but chooses not to let people acknowledge it. Once he sees you looking at yourself, he will just hug you and trace his fingers all over them and any other part of your body that you are insecure about. When he gets comfortable with you, he will probably share his insecurities. When you tell him he's beautiful the way he is, he does the same to you.

Billy + Stu

They both think they really suit you and make you look pretty. It's as fascinating as tatoos to them and the love to trace their fingers over them. When they see youvlooking in the mirror, they tell you that they look really cool and there is nothing to be ashamed of. To try and cheer you up, they share their own insecurities with you and make sure that you all spend the rest of the day with each other.

#slashers #slashers x reader #michael myers #jason voorhees #thomas hewitt #billy loomis #stu matcher imagine #michael myers x reader #jason voorhees x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #billy loomis x reader #stu matcher x reader #insecure

[doriloco]

Let me love you [Thoma x Fem!Insecure!Reader]

Your body wasn’t perfect, that made you extremely self-conscious and insecure. Luckily, Thoma is always willing to remind you of your worth and how much he loves you. 

A/N:

This is a smut with some plot, if you are under 18 please don't read. You may come back when you have turned 18 :)

Reader is described as chubby, insecure and self-deprecating, if these are triggers for you please read with caution.

Angst -> fluff -> smut

I wrote this because I needed some comfort.

Thoma is soft here.

Your arms are wide, not like hers; slim and aesthetic. Your belly its not flat, it is not like hers to whom any garment looks beautiful. Your legs are plump and have stretch marks, not like hers; toned and perfect. It is obvious that you are wider than the girls who wear this type of swimsuit, what were you thinking? You look in the mirror and it is as if your reflection mocks you, reminding you and highlighting each of your imperfections.

You had promised your boyfriend that you would wear the red bikini that he had so excitedly bought you for this vacation with the Kamisato siblings, and you couldn't help but feel exposed with these garments that barely covered your private parts.

And there you were in front of the mirror, judging, destroying your body with your eyes, wishing you were as beautiful as Miss Ayaka, until you heard a knock accompanied by a voice at the door.

"Y/n? Are you ready?" It was Thoma, your lovely boyfriend.

You jumped a little in surprise, you were about to open the door, but your reflection stopped you, you weren't going to receive Thoma shamelessly showing off your unattractive body, right? So you put on a beach dress to cover yourself up and answered the door. To your surprise, he had his torso exposed and a towel on his shoulder "Ready? Ayato and Ayaka are waiting for us at the beach" he said smiling, you nodded silently and left the room towards the beach.

Upon arrival, you two put your towels under a large umbrella a few meters away from the sea, that was where the Kamisato were, the most beautiful and wealthy people you had ever met. You couldn't help but feel intimidated by their presence, especially by the Shirasagi Himegimi, who was wearing a blue bikini similar to yours, but with the small difference that she looked very good in it, much better than you.

She had no extra skin.

You sat on the towel and tried to cover your legs with the dress that until that moment had given you comfort, Thoma lay down on the towel next to you and gave you a bottle of sunscreen "Can you put it on my back please?" You nodded and put some of the sunscreen in your hand to gently spread it on your cute boyfriend's perfect back, wondering how someone like him had chosen someone like you.

"Done" you said when you finished, he got up and took the bottle of sunscreen, you noticed that he had a mischievous smile on his face "Do you want me to put sunscreen on you?"

"Sure" Thoma's smile widened "okay, take off your dress"

"Nope!" you pulled the skirt down by pure instinct, which left Thoma little more than confused. "I-I mean, when we go to the sea I shall take it off" he wasn't satisfied with your answer, but he let it pass and didn't insist, he didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable.

Hours passed, Ayaka and Thoma seemed to be having fun in the sea, Ayato was under the umbrella reading a book, and you were standing at the edge of the sea enjoying the feeling of the waves in your feet. Ayaka invited you several times to join them, but the fear of what Thoma and the Kamisato might think of your body was much bigger than the desire of swimming. 

You watched them from afar, they looked good together; he was tall, blond and perfect, while she was short, delicate and beautiful. If someone saw them together they would say they are the ideal couple.

You weren't like her, you weren't that beautiful… So why had Thoma chosen you?

You were so immersed in your thoughts that you didn't realize that Thoma was already in front of you "you look tired, do you want to rest for a while?"

His presence took you by surprise, so you just did what you knew to do best, nodding without thinking "yes, please" he took your hand, and both of you said goodbye to the Kamisato and went back to the beach house. 

You noticed that Thoma was upset about something, he looked at you out of the corner of his eye from time to time trying to read you. Once you finally reached the room, he closed the door behind him plunging you into a warm darkness and sneaked up behind you "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine"

"Are you sure? You didn't want to swim and I couldn't see your swimsuit either" he hugged you around the waist and hid his face in your neck while pouting a little.

"I’m fine, I don't think you want to see it either way" you laughed to hide your disappointment.

Thoma was more confused than ever "Why wouldn't I want to see it?"

"Well…" you let go of his embrace and turned away to avoid looking into his eyes as you searched for the words to explain it. The truth is that you had lived with that insecurity for a long time, but you had never externalized it with words. You thought that if someone found out about your complexes that person would have the key to destroy you, so you just lament and silently self-destruct yourself "it's nothing serious, don't worry" you lied.

Thoma let out a bitter sigh "don't lie Y/n, please… let me help you" he begged for your trust and you couldn't resist him.

"Why are you with me?" You asked without thinking "I'm not pretty, I'm not charismatic and... the swimsuit you bought me looks horrible" your eyes got wet.

He gently patted your shoulder to make you turn around "That's a lie, nothing you wear looks horrible on you, don't say that Y/n, you're beautiful"

"But my body is horrible"

He sat on the bed, and took your hand to pull you towards him, so that you could look him directly in the eyes "Well, I love your body"

"Don't lie, Thoma"

Thoma smiled, but this wasn't his typical sweet smile, this time it was a… playful smile. It seemed that he was taking it as a challenge "if you don't believe me, maybe I have to prove it to you" he put his hand behind your head and brought your lips to his.

It was a sweet kiss that gradually became a hungry and passionate one, your lips moved in sync with his, his hands rested on your hips desperately approaching you to his body, seeking to feel you as close as possible.

His hands traveled down your lower back to your legs, where he took the chance of gently squeezing your thighs and fiddling with the skirt of your beach dress.

He broke the kiss momentarily, taking the time to enjoy your flushed and confused expression. Slowly he raised the skirt of the dress with all the intention of taking it off "let me see how that swimsuit looks on you" he left a kiss on your plump belly. 

But before it reached your hips you stopped his hands, you were trembling with fear "w-wait… what if you don't like it?" He kissed your voluminous abdomen again "I'm going to love it Y/n, I love everything you wear... although I'm at a point where I'd prefer you didn't wear anything at all" his words were driving you crazy, you just wanted to be his and make him yours, but your fears kept you on the defensive.

"Please Y/n, let me show you how much I love you" he was begging for you, he was begging for your body. He needed you.

You nodded fearfully and Thoma continued with his task of getting rid of that dress that prevented him from worshiping his earthly goddess.

A sigh accompanied by a satisfied smile appeared on his face "you are beautiful" he left a path of kisses along your soft stomach and buried his face between your breasts sighing loudly, tightening his grip on your hips as if he was afraid that you would disappear "you don't know for how long I wanted this" he managed to make you sit on him, his fingers played with the lace of the bikini top, you felt chills running down your spine and your body temperature rising.

"Am I too heavy?" You asked feeling a certain bulge in his pants. But he denied frantically approaching your lips "not at all" he kissed you again, slowly and passionately holding you tightly, his tongue slipped into your mouth from time to time starting a small fight with yours that left a thread of saliva when separated.

His lips attacked your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and soft bites from your chin to your collarbone, the feel of his lips on your bare skin sent shivers of pleasure down your spine, you wanted more and so did he.

Because of his position, his hands did not stay still, one of them held you firmly by your hip preventing you from trying to escape and with the other he began to caress one of your breasts while he continued kissing your neck with desperation and need.

Finally he untied the ribbon of the only garment that covered your breasts, leaving you bare-chested and completely at his mercy. He separated a little to be able to appreciate you, but you clumsily tried to cover your stomach and part of your chest with your arms, which the blonde did not like at all, who in a quick movement threw you on the bed and held your hands over your head, giving him the opportunity to see you and taste you with his hungry gaze.

"Don't hide from me, precious" he lowered his face to your breasts and licked one of your nipples making you tremble "you are the person I want the most'' he turned his attention to devouring you, he did wonders stimulating your nipple with his tongue and mouth while his another hand kept busy toying and massaging your other breast. You weren't used to so much physical stimulation let alone the verbal adoration you were receiving, you felt in heaven.

Your breath was getting heavier as you made an effort to keep your whimpers from being too loud "please don't hold back" . Your sweet boyfriend bit your earlobe causing you to let out a moan of surprise and pleasure that delighted him.

A shriek came from your mouth as you felt his fingers delicately caressing your voluminous and soft stomach "d-don't do that" you screeched and turned your eyes away embarrassed.

He gave you a warm kiss on the cheek "Why not?"

"It's disgusting"

"According to whom?" There was concern in his voice.

Your breathing was getting ragged, you could feel the lump in your throat "According to everyone" you swallowed hard to keep the tears from running down your flushed cheeks. 

He caressed your cheek, making you turn to look at him again "Listen to me Y/n; I love you, every part of you drives me crazy, there’s nothing about you that I would change or delete, I don't care what anyone else says or thinks about you, you are beautiful, and I don't say it just because I love you, I really think you are the most beautiful woman in this world" you were silent for a few seconds, processing everything he had just said, and once again his lips met yours, but this time something was different, you felt safe, you felt that in his arms you had found a refuge, you felt loved and desired.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, untying his hair to let it fall over his shoulders so you could lose yourself in the softness of his blond hair and the warmth of his lips. Thoma took advantage of that moment to lower his hands to your plump thighs, but not before enjoying the softness of your almost naked butt. The way he squeezed and stroked here and there made you let out a moan of pure pleasure that was drowned out by his lips devouring yours.

Once again he broke the kiss, leaving you wanting for more without knowing that you would get something much better than just his hands roaming your body. He left a trail of kisses that went from your neck to your stomach taking his time to kiss and tenderly caress your belly, without being able to avoid smiling and falling in love a little more when listening to your giggles at the tickles and new sensations.

Finally he removed the last piece of clothing you had left, opened your legs and ran his lips over your thighs, leaving some marks that made him feel particularly proud. His fingers went directly to your crotch, gently stimulating that area that made you tremble.

Your whole body reacted instantly, at this point you had no shame or modesty, you let the moans come out of your mouth uncontrollably, without knowing how much they excited Thoma.

"Thoma… please" his name came out like a sigh from the depths of your soul while he did magic with his fingers.

"Do you want more princess?" he increased the speed of his touch, but it was still not enough for you.

"I want everything of you" he knew exactly what you meant and you made him the happiest man on the planet "Really?"

"Yes…please" this time you helped him get rid of his trunks, untying the string and releasing the erection he had ignored for quite some time.

You felt guilty as you took hold of his member and tried to release some of the tension from him with your hands. "Why didn't you say you needed my attention?"

"I wanted to make you feel good first" he replied between groans.

"What can I do to thank you for what you have done for me?"

Blushing, with his mind lost in you, amazed by your body and terribly needy, he kissed you once more while you gave special attention to his member "let me love you" he whispered between kisses and you accepted without saying a word.

He helped you settle into bed and positioned himself over you, placing his member at your entrance. Even though he was desperate to have you, he looked into your eyes looking for any signs of doubt or discomfort that he didn't find, and finally, he signed his pact of unconditional love by slowly entering you.

You couldn't help but complain about the size. Thoma gave you time to get used to it as he kissed the tears that ran out of your eyes, apologizing from time to time for the pain.

When you were ready, he moved, first with slow and sensual thrusts, but eventually your bodies asked for more, the rhythm of his movements was increasing as well as the volume of your moans, the pain had been left behind and now the only thing you felt was a wave of pleasure. The negative thoughts of the beach had dissipated and you couldn't think of anything else other than Thoma giving you everything he's got.

The heat of the room, the sweat of passion, the sighs of pleasure, the honeyed words and the sensual sound of skin colliding created the perfect atmosphere for both of you to lose yourselves in your own world.

He went deeper and deeper, touching points that you didn't even know existed. There was a point where he buried his face in your neck, giving up completely to pleasure, kissing you carelessly and whispering in your ear how much he loved you.

All your doubts vanished. He was crazy for you.

"Thoma…" you felt a strange feeling in your stomach "I think-"

"Do it, my princess" he kissed you awkwardly as he increased the speed of his hips to help you reach your climax, which came shortly before his.

He came out of you to come on your belly and breasts, you were a mess, lost in the moment and completely exhausted, just like him.

With the little energy you had left, you took a bath together and he insisted on washing your hair, and of course, you insisted on combing his.

The both of you ended up cuddling on the bed, him holding you close to his chest, gently stroking your hair.

"I love you Y/n, never doubt it" he gave you a last kiss on the forehead before closing his eyes and falling into exhaustion.

"I love you too, Thoma"

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.

.

The next day you both got up later than agreed, but both agreed that you had never slept as well as that night.

Once again, you would have a day at the beach with the Kamisato. As usual, Thoma put on his bathing suit and stepped out of the room, giving you a chance to get dressed. (Although the night before he had already done everything. A true gentleman)

Once again you put on the red bikini that had brought you so many negative thoughts the day before. With some fear you looked in the mirror before leaving, your figure had not changed, your arms were still fat, your stomach was still big, your thighs were still voluminous. And according to you, you still had extra skin. 

But before you could judge yourself, you noticed the marks of Thoma's love on your neck, chest and thighs, which made you remember the night before; the way Thoma looked at you, the loving way he touched you, how he kissed every part of your body that you hated so much, how he adored you.

You inevitably blushed.

You looked at yourself once more, but this time remembering that there was someone who really loved and really liked you.

Maybe it's about time you loved yourself too.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact thoma #thoma x reader #thoma smut #chubby reader #genshin impact smut #insecure reader

[chalkrub]

doodle dump. i’m still TRYIN to draw people more and these bastards are helping me do it.......the true reason to have ocs is so you can force yourself into drawing things you would otherwise not draw

#my art #oc #mockley #heidi #mika #thomas thomas #mendel #monster art #mockley mika and heidi are my three EVIL fucked up scientists. they have a very normal relationship dynamic #and I do NOT just slap gradient maps on them whenever I draw them bc i can't make them look nice #anyway. i have to jump through 100202 mental hurdles just to post any human art i make i'm always like this sucks. no one wants to see this #but this is what kept me from posting art online in the first place so whatever. i will curbstomp my insecurity in the ground #ANYWAY. hi <:^) thursday crusaders let's keep going

[wysteriaisapenguin]

James lived for the attention. He always wanted it, especially from the people he grew attached to. But no matter what he did, he could never seem to get their approval. 

But that is fine by him. Because now, he knows how much he’s worth. Even if they don’t see it, he knows he can be capable and dependable on his own. 

After all, there’s no one else who can be just as splendid as him! 

#wysty draws #thomas the tank engine #ttte james #james the red engine #ttte humanized #JUMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUU #a narcissistic asshole who is deeply insecure and wants to prove himself? OH NO HE'S MY TYPE #and the fact that I made him a pretty boy doesn't help either lol #you may not have won the red character polls but you'll ALWAYS be the favorite to me

[pixiatn]

They all kin each other frfr🤞🏽

#komaru naegi #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #mirabel madrigal #luz noceda #favorite characters #character types #insecure teen protags constantly trying to prove their selfworth>> #gotta be one of my favorite genders🙏🏽💯🔥 #miles morales #duke thomas #they kin each other #trust me #kinning #mha #toh #dc #batman #Danganronpa #spiderverse #encanto

[hkpika07]

What happens when someone decides to bully Percy?

Does he stick up for himself? Does Thomas stick up for him?

Or does James come out of nowhere and beat the sh$& out of them?

Or all three?

How much trouble does it cause?

Percy has a tolerance meter. He will tolerate jabs and such until his patience with you runs out and he will snap at you. Usually whistling really loud and very high pitched. He can stand up for himself most of the time.

But if you say something that really cuts deep. Hits an insecurity or strikes a nerve so bad that he shuts down. You might as well have waged war with his entire family. Because they will all band together to get your ass.

Depending on the severity of hurt it can get quite troublesome. But nothing too too serious. At the end of the day STH will scold them for causing confusion and delay and causing shenanigans but he knows the others did it out of love for their family. So he’s never as mad as he should be.

#ttte #thomas the tank engine #thomas and friends #ttte percy #most all of the engines can stand up for themselves usually. they’re USED to teasing and even bullying because of Sodor’s engine culture #but as soon as you actually go for any of their insecurities or weak spots the rest of their family will come to their aid #and most certainly beat your ass. #no one is allowed to mess with Sodor family except each other

[ohgodtheresanotherone]

Don't you think you're getting way to comfortable, way to soon. You've only been with the Wayne's for a year but you're already acting like this? Have some self-respect dude.

When was the last time you visited your parents, you know the ones stuck in a hospital somewhere. Or did you completely forget about the moment a wealthy family took you in?

Am I not supposed too? I thought since they were nice enough to take me in...

#(ooc: this is a very big insecurity of his. so he doesn't really know how to respond) #dcu rp #duke thomas rp #duke discusses #gotham rp #duke answers #dc rp

[marzipanandminutiae]

I guess this is a meme now

first base is stroking their cheek with a dying butterfly, second base is attempting to poison them, third base is them killing you with a shovel in the snow

#crimson peak #edith/lucille #Thomas/Lucille is just 'first base: being born siblings. second base: doing a bluebeard plot together. third base: insecurity murder' #incest mention

[lord-of-snack-falcons]

[1973]

Rosie was excited. It had only been a couple years since she’d last been to the Works, but she would take any opportunity to traverse the Main Line, especially to her old stomping ground.

Duncan and Rheneas were chatting in the station when she arrived.

“Hello, Rosie!” Rheneas called. “It’s a surprise to see you on this side of the island again.”

“Hey Rheneas! Hiya Duncan! I’m on a special job -- bringing these vans to the Works!”

Duncan snorted. “You call that a special job? Lassie, once I had to deliver an elephant statue.”

“Well- I don’t get to take trains down the main line often, so yes, it is a special job. It might not be delivering something crazy like a statue of an elephant or a dinosaur skeleton on a flatbed-”

“I had a job like that!” Rheneas chimed in. “Sorry I spoke over you there, Rosie. But I did carry a dinosaur once-”

"You are a dinosaur." Duncan scoffed.

"Shush." Rheneas stifled a chuckle.

“Oh, I was joking…” The American tank engine muttered.

“Oh yes, one of my first jobs. We were working in the former Skarloey Slate Quarry. I didn’t even have my cab yet. We were working on the site when we uncovered the remains of a Dacentrurus! And Mr. Mack asked me to deliver it here to Crovan’s Gate! Of course, in those days, I didn’t have nearly as much faith in Skarloey as I do now -- mind you, he was still a Bucking Bronco, no cab or trailing wheels to speak of!”

Rosie zoned out as Rheneas told his story, wishing to herself that she could have a more exciting delivery than just some old vans in need of repair when no other engines were available to take them.

#ttte #thomas and friends #thomas the tank engine and friends #ttte rosie #ttte rheneas #ttte duncan #ttte bear #ttte the quintet #tbh i don't really like the idea of emily being insecure #especially at this point

[logically-asexual]

im terrified of where the nico story is going to go because i assume thomas is going to be super insecure about the relationship and make bad decisions because of that. which in itself is not a problem, i am in favor of depicting complicated things even if it’s relationships getting a little (or very) toxic because of the personal issues of one or both of the partners. however. with how long the episodes are taking, i fear that we could only get a couple of episodes of thomas making these bad decisions and no acknowledgement of his errors until months or years later and in the mean time have a multitude of teenagers thinking that this is supposed to be an example to follow. or that these are just normal romantic situations. and those people are responsible for themselves but i’d hate to have a fandom flooded with not-self aware (that’s the key part) romanticizing of actually ugly stuff and having to go through the effort of avoiding it. you know?

#there was this piece of art not long ago by one of the most popular artists in the fandom #of nico saying like oh thomas i hate you or something #and roman getting super insecure about it and holding nico like pls don’t leave me #and idk what the intention was of the person who came up with the idea or of the artist #but some comments gave me the vibe that they thought that was cute? #and i worry that’s how the future of the series is going to go