#insecure reader

summary : The boys are at a pub celebrating, when a few drunken words have your stomach twisting to knots.

cw : mentions of insecurities regarding female genitalia, short reader, petite reader, talk of low self esteem, eventual smut, virgin reader, bit angsty but fluffy in the other part (pt 2 in the making)

authors note : very self indulgent btw. (this is my first fic in a while, be nice)

There’s only one word that could describe the state you’re in:

buzzed.

Incredibly fucking buzzed.

After giving birth to your baby, you notice some changes about your body making you feel self conscious. But, your husbands know exactly how to comfort you 🥺

Nanami ❤︎ stretch marks

The room is quiet except for the soft rustle of fabric as you fold laundry, movements slower than they used to be. When you catch your reflection in the mirror, your hands still.

Faint lines stretch across your stomach, pale but unmistakable. Evidence of months spent growing someone else’s heartbeat inside you. Some days you can accept them. Today isn’t one of those days.

Nanami comes up behind you, instinctively reaching to pull you into his chest.

You tense and gently push his arm away.

“I’m sorry,” you say quickly. “I just… I don’t feel comfortable right now.”

He pauses. “Did I do something wrong?”

You shake your head, eyes burning. “My body doesn’t look or feel the same. I feel disgusting.”

Nanami turns you to face him fully, expression firm but gentle.

“Don’t say that.”

His voice is steady, certain.

“This body carried our child. It endured everything so they could live. That is not something to hide from.”

He doesn’t touch you again only looks at you like this truth is unshakable.

“You are beautiful because of what you’ve done. Especially because of it.”

Geto ❤︎ body acne

The bathroom mirror fogs as the shower warms, and you slip your shirt off slowly, turning your back toward the glass. Red marks scatter across your shoulders and down your chest, stubborn and sore.

You hesitate.

Geto leans against the doorway, towel slung over his shoulder.

“You starting without me?”

You shake your head, already reaching for another shirt. “I—I’ll be a minute.”

His eyes soften. “What’s wrong?”

You avoid his gaze. “My skin looks bad. I don’t want you to see it.”

Geto steps closer, voice calm, almost amused not mocking, just gentle.

“You mean the skin that’s healing? The skin that’s been through stress, hormones, recovery?”

He tilts his head.

“That’s not something I find ugly.”

You swallow.

“And if you still want privacy,” he adds easily, “I’ll wait. But don’t think for a second that this changes how I see you.”

Gojo ❤︎ small butt

You were supposed to be excited.

It’s your first real night out together since the baby just dinner, just the two of you. The dress Gojo picked hangs neatly on the hanger, expensive and pretty.

You slip it on… and frown.

Turning sideways, then back again, you sigh under your breath.

“Ugh. I look so flat.”

Gojo appears in the doorway, hands in his pockets.

“Flat where?”

You gesture vaguely. “Everywhere. This dress doesn’t help.”

He blinks, then grins like he’s genuinely confused.

“You’re kidding, right?”

You cross your arms. “I’m serious.”

Gojo walks over, stopping right in front of you.

“You survived pregnancy. You grew an entire human. And this is what you’re worried about?”

Then, softer but still confident:

“You look amazing because you’re you. Not because of curves. Not because of whatever trend your brain is bullying you with.”

He flashes a smile.

“Now come on. I didn’t book reservations just to lose to a mirror.”

Toji ❤︎ flat chest You pull the top over your head and stare at yourself, jaw tightening.

It fits. Technically.

But it doesn’t sit right, doesn’t fill out the way it’s clearly meant to.

You step out of the bedroom. “Toji… this makes me look like a kid.”

Toji looks up from the couch, eyes sweeping over you once—slow, unapologetic.

“…You serious?”

He stands, hands in his pockets, smirk already forming. “Come on, ma.”

Your face heats. “I’m being honest.”

He steps closer, lowering his voice.

“You don’t look like a kid. You look like the woman who carried my kid and still turns heads without trying.”

He tugs lightly at the fabric.

“And if this top doesn’t flatter you the way it should, that’s the top’s problem. Not yours.”

Then, smug grin fully back in place:

“But don’t worry. I’ll make sure the next one drives me crazy.”

Sukuna ❤︎ plus size

You and sukuna were working out when you paused mid-movement, breath catching as you straighten up. Your muscles ache faster these days, body heavier than it used to be.

“I should stop,” you mutter. “I don’t want to be too much.”

Sukuna scoffs immediately.

“Too much?”

He looks you over, arms crossed, expression almost offended.

“You carried life in this body. And now you think it’s fragile?”

You hesitate. “I don’t want to crush anyone.”

That earns a sharp grin.

“Please,” he says. “If anything, it proves you’re strong enough to handle more than before.”

He steps closer, voice low and confident.

“Don’t shrink yourself just because you’ve changed.”

Carving Skin Until My Bones Are Showing

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Summary: You'd thought that everything was fine, until one overheard conversation shattered the illusion, your rose-tinted glasses fading to black. The words cut deeper than anything you've ever heard, and suddenly, you're re-evaluating everything: your relationship, your body, your worth. Now, the man you love with everything you have exists peacefully beside you, as if nothing's changed, while you slowly unravel in silence. You're left wondering if he's already halfway out the door, and you're just the last to know.

Warnings: disordered eating, fainting, body image issues, insecure!reader, misunderstandings, female reader (no y/n)

word count: 4,059

A/N: it's a few days late cause i kept procrastinating on making the banner, whoops | prompt fill for day 30 of @juneofdoom | "This is it isn't it" | Doubt | Crying

{Read on A03} | what i'm listening to

“I don’t know what to do anymore, Sam.”

Bucky’s voice carries across the room and into the hallway, voice laced with mild exasperation. Sam, sitting across from him with an unimpressed look on his face, takes a sip of his coffee. You smile at the sight of Sam, his presence a welcome, if not completely unexpected, surprise at the start of your morning. He must have gotten home early from the mission he was on.

“She’s just so clingy,” Bucky says. “She literally won’t leave me alone. It’s almost annoying at this point.”

You freeze in the doorway, smile slipping off your face in an instant. His words tear through your heart, leaving a hollow ache in their wake.

Hello! Thank you so much for the request! I am a big proponent of body positivity, and I think it's important to note that every body is beautiful. I'm really excited to write this one.

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Xavier:

“Xavier?” Your voice broke the comfortable silence between you. “Can I ask you something?”

He turned quickly, attention settling fully on you. “Always, starlight.”

You hesitated, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. “Do you ever wish I looked…different?”

The question had him hesitate, and a look of confusion overtook him. “What made you ask that?”

You shrugged, gaze dropping and hands fluttering awkwardly over your chest. “Sometimes I feel like I don’t have enough. Like there’s something missing.”

pairings: remus lupin x reader; warnings: insecure reader, self deprecation; word count: 3,1k

au: hihi angels, sorry I have been gone for so long, I have been suffering with writers block for months, but hopefully I am back for good and I could buy your forgiveness with this one shot?

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It started with a knot in your chest every time Remus looked at you for just a moment too long. And Merlin, how you hated yourself for it.

You were in love with Remus Lupin. Entirely, hopelessly, heartbreakingly in love with him. The way his hands always shook a little when he was nervous, the way his smile was crooked but so full of warmth, the way he carried so much weight and still tried to make everyone else feel lighter, he was everything.

But you were you. And that was never enough.

So, after a particularly painful evening of laughing with him in the library and catching yourself staring at his lips more than the page in front of you, you confessed it all to Lily. 

Lily was sitting cross-legged on her bed, polishing her nails a soft blush pink when you finally blurted it out.

“I think I’m going to… avoid him.”

Her head snapped up so fast the bottle almost slipped out of her hand. “Absolutely not.”

You fidgeted with the drawstring of your hoodie, staring at the floor. “I mean, not forever. Just for a week. Or two. Or, just until I stop feeling so…” You waved your hands vaguely. “All… like this.”

Lily blinked slowly. “Like what?”

“Like I’m in love with him,” you whispered.

She froze, a nail polish brush in mid-air. “Well, yes, that part was obvious.”

Your face heated. “It’s not funny, Lily. I can’t— I can’t keep doing this.”

“Doing what?” she asked, softer now.

You dropped onto her rug and leaned your head back against her mattress. “Being around him. Looking at him. Feeling like this and knowing he doesn’t, he wouldn’t, feel that way. He deserves someone who isn’t…” Your voice cracked. “…me.”

Lily’s expression crumpled. “Oh, sweetheart.” She slid off the bed and sat beside you. “That’s not true.”

“It is,” you insisted, tugging your sleeves over your hands. “He’s Remus. He’s kind and brilliant and patient and so, just, him. And I’m…” You laugh, but it’s humorless. “I’m a mess. A walking insecurity with a pulse.”

“You’re not,” Lily said firmly.

You kept going like you hadn’t heard her. “He’d never see me like that. He’s never looked at me like that. Not once.”

Lily opened her mouth to disagree, then stopped. Her eyes softened with something almost sad.

“He has,” she murmured.

You shook your head hard. “No. He hasn’t. And I can’t keep falling for someone who doesn’t choose me. No one ever has, Lily. Not really.” You buried your face in your hands. “I just need to make it stop.”

“Love doesn’t stop because you decide to take the scenic route around one boy,” Lily said quietly.

“Maybe not.” You dragged in a shaky breath. “But maybe it’ll hurt less.”

“Or maybe,” Lily countered, leaning closer, “you’ll break his heart without realizing it.”

That made your stomach twist. “He’ll be fine. He won’t… notice.”

Lily let out a laugh, short, incredulous. “Oh, he’ll notice, alright.”

You stared at her.

But Lily only shook her head and sighed, brushing your hair gently from your cheek.

“Listen to me,” she said. “Avoiding him is a terrible idea.”

“Maybe,” you whispered. “But it’s better than loving him out loud and getting nothing back.”

Lily touched your hand, squeezing. “Please don’t do this to yourself.”

You squeezed back once, then pulled your hand away.

“I think it’s the only way.”

Lily’s shoulders slumped in defeat. “Then you’re going to break both your hearts.”

But you were already standing up, pulling your hoodie tighter around yourself, your decision settling like a stone in your chest.

“Better mine than his,” you murmured.

Lily watched you with helpless worry, but she didn’t try to stop you again.

Because she knew, you’d already closed the door on the possibility before Remus ever had the chance to open it

It was torture, watching him from across the Great Hall, ducking your head whenever he caught your eye, pretending you hadn’t heard him when he called your name in the corridor. He’d looked hurt, confused, but you told yourself it was better this way. Maybe, if you starved the feeling, it would fade.

It didn’t.

You didn’t plan for it to become a pattern. Not at first.

It was supposed to be one skipped breakfast, one missed walk to class, one excuse about studying with Lily. But then the universe did what it always does when you’re trying to avoid someone: it delivered him to you every time you didn’t want to see him.

Monday morning, you slipped into the Great Hall late, hoping he’d already eaten with the boys. Your heart sank the second you saw him sitting alone, scanning the entrance like he was waiting for someone.

You spun on your heel so fast you nearly ran straight into McGonagall.

Later, on the staircase between classes, you heard him before you saw him, his familiar, soft voice echoing off the stone.

“Hey, have you seen—?”

You didn’t stay to hear the rest. You ducked behind a group of Hufflepuffs and took a different staircase entirely, pulse thudding in your ears.

It kept happening.

In Charms, he slid into the seat beside yours out of habit, then stopped short when he realized you’d taken the one next to Marlene instead. His face fell before he caught himself, offering you the smallest smile, like he was trying to pretend it didn’t sting.

You stared straight ahead until he sat with Peter.

During free period, you picked the farthest possible table in the courtyard, pulling your hood up even though the sky was clear. The breeze carried faint laughter from across the stone path, James, Sirius, Peter… and Remus.

Every time Remus’s laugh drifted over, your book blurred.

Then his shadow flickered at the edge of your vision. He stared towards your table like he was deciding whether to walk over.

Your stomach dropped. You buried your face deeper in your book and didn’t move until his footsteps faded away.

Eventually, he stopped trying to approach you directly.

But that only made it worse.

Because now he watched you. Not in an intrusive way, Remus never could be intrusive, but with the helpless confusion of someone trying to solve a puzzle that suddenly rearranged itself overnight.

In the corridor before Potions, you felt his eyes on you from down the hall. You kept your gaze fixed on the floor tiles, but you could sense his frown, gentle and worried. Like he was asking a question you refused to hear.

At lunch, he sat with the boys, but you caught him glancing toward the end of the Gryffindor table every few minutes, as if checking to see whether you’d finally sit beside him again.

You never did.

Lily elbowed you once. “He looks like a kicked puppy,” she whispered.

You shrugged, pretending your throat wasn’t tightening.

The worst part came on a quiet evening in the library. You hadn’t realized he was there until you turned down the Transfiguration aisle and nearly collided with him, his warm wool sweater, ink-smudged fingers, tired amber eyes widening as if you’d shocked him.

For one suspended second, neither of you moved. Remus’s lips parted like he was about to say your name. But before he could, you did one of the most logical thing you could think of. You bolted. Books clutched to your chest, breath shaking, you left him standing there in the dim library light like you’d just slapped him. You didn’t see how long he stayed frozen in place.

But the next morning, you saw the evidence: a tightness around his eyes, a heaviness in his shoulders, the way he didn’t even bother picking the seat beside yours anymore.

Remus Lupin, gentle, endlessly patient Remus, looked tired.

And it was because of you.

But you told yourself it was better this way. If you avoided him long enough, maybe your heart would quiet down. Maybe the feelings would settle. Maybe you’d stop aching whenever he smiled.

You kept telling yourself that. Even as your chest twisted every time he walked into a room. Even as you felt his gaze follow you like a word half-spoken. Even as the distance you created felt like a cliff you couldn’t cross back over. Because Remus Lupin deserved someone confident. Someone beautiful. Someone certain. Someone who wasn’t you.

Late one night, you and Lily sat curled up in the Gryffindor common room, Marlene sprawled across the rug with a stolen blanket. The fire was low, crackling lazily, shadows flickering on the walls. You were laughing about something silly, James trying to impress McGonagall that morning, when Marlene suddenly sat up, eyes sharp with mischief.

“So,” she said. “Are we going to talk about how you’re obviously in love with Remus Lupin, or are we pretending it isn’t the most obvious thing in the bloody castle?”

You froze. Lily’s lips twitched into a smirk. “Told you she’d say it.”

Your heart stopped. “I—I’m not—”

“Oh, come off it,” Marlene said, throwing a pillow at you. “You get all glassy-eyed when he so much as breathes in your direction.”

You felt your face burning. “I don’t— I can’t—”

The laughter caught in your throat, broke into something else entirely. The words burst out before you could stop them.

“Fine!” you burst out, louder than you meant to. Lily froze, eyes wide, but you couldn’t stop now—not when everything inside you was finally spilling over.

“Yes,” you whispered, voice shaking. “Yes, I like him. God, I love him.” Your breath hitched, a trembling exhale leaving you as you pressed your fingers to your temples.

“But it doesn’t matter,” you continued, softer now but somehow heavier, each word cracking open in your throat. “It doesn’t matter because I’m not… I’m not enough.”

Lily’s face twisted, like the words physically hurt her.

You didn’t look at her. You stared at the floor, your vision blurring as tears gathered.

“Remus deserves someone brilliant,” you said, voice barely above a whisper. “Someone beautiful. Someone that… shines when they walk into a room.” You swallowed hard. “Not me. Never me.” You sniffed, quickly wiping at your cheek even though another tear fell right after it.

“I ruin things, Lily.” The confession left your mouth in a small, broken rush. “I overthink everything, and I get scared, and I shut down and he deserves someone who makes him better, not someone who… drags him down with all my insecurity and nonsense.”

“That’s not true,” Lily breathed, reaching for your hand, but you gently pulled away, too afraid you’d fall apart completely if someone touched you.

You shook your head, staring at a spot on the carpet like you needed something solid to focus on.

“He deserves someone he could actually want,” you whispered, voice cracking again. “Not someone he feels obligated to be nice to. Not someone who panics if a pretty girl even looks at him.” A small, humorless laugh escaped you, sharp and sad. “Just someone… better.”

Lily looked heartbroken.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to hold in the ache swelling in your chest.

“And I’d rather…” you began, but your voice wavered too much to finish. You took a shaky breath. “I’d rather have him as my friend than ruin everything by wanting something more.” That’s when the tears finally spilled over, quiet and warm on your cheeks.

“I’d rather lose the possibility than lose him,” you whispered.

The silence that followed was deafening. Your chest heaved, shame pressing down so heavy it hurt. Lily’s hand reached for yours, her expression soft and aching, while Marlene looked like she wanted to march out right then and hex Remus into loving you.

But before either of them could speak, a voice came from behind you.

Low. Shaky. Familiar.

“That’s not true.”

You spun, stomach plummeting. Remus stood at the bottom of the boys’ staircase, pale in the firelight, his eyes wide and stunned like he’d just stepped into a dream. Or a nightmare.

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop,” he said quickly, his gaze locked on yours, “but you’re wrong. About all of it.”

You tried to swallow, but your throat was tight. “Remus, I—”

“You’re not unlovable,” he said, louder now, firmer. His fists clenched at his sides like he was holding himself together. “You’re the opposite. You make everything brighter just by being in the room. I don’t deserve you, not the other way around.”

The world tilted. “What—?”

He took a step closer, the firelight catching in his tired eyes, warm and trembling with something that looked a lot like hope.

“I’ve been in love with you for a long time,” he whispered. “And if you’d rather have me as only a friend, I’ll take it. Gladly. But I need you to know that you’re already everything I want.”

The room was utterly still, even the fire seemed to quiet. Lily squeezed your hand once before standing, dragging Marlene with her toward the girls’ dormitory, both of them smirking like they’d planned this all along.

And then it was just you and Remus. You, with your heart breaking open. And him, waiting, afraid, but looking at you like you were the only thing worth looking at in the whole world. You couldn’t breathe. His words hung in the air, like impossible and so unreal.

“Don’t,” you whispered, shaking your head. “Don’t say that, Remus. Please.”

He blinked, startled. “Why not?”

“Because it’s not true.” The words tumbled out, your throat tight with tears. “You think you mean it, but you don’t. You don’t know what you’re saying. I’m—I’m nothing compared to you. You’re smart, you’re kind, you’re brave. And I’m just…” Your hands curled into fists in your lap. “I’m broken. I’m a mess half the time. I’m not beautiful like Lily or confident like Marlene. I’m just me, and that’s not enough. Not for you.”

His face softened, but his voice was steady, firm. “Don’t you dare say that about yourself.”

You looked up, startled by the steel in his tone.

Remus moved closer, kneeling in front of you so you had no choice but to see the way his eyes shone, raw and unguarded. “Do you think I don’t know what it’s like to feel unworthy? To feel like you don’t deserve love? Merlin, I live with that every single day.” His jaw clenched, his breath shaky. “But you—you’ve never made me feel like a monster. You’ve never looked at me like I was less. You’re the only person who makes me feel like I’m enough. And now you’re trying to tell me you’re not?”

“Remus…”

“No,” he interrupted softly, shaking his head. His hands hovered over yours before he finally took them, tentative but warm. “I need you to hear this. You are the most extraordinary person I’ve ever known. You laugh at my terrible jokes, you listen when no one else does, you care so deeply it hurts sometimes. You’re kind, and brave, and you make me feel like I matter. You’re not unlovable—you’re the reason I even know what love feels like.”

Your chest ached, torn between wanting to believe him and the heavy, ugly voice inside you that hissed otherwise. “But what if I ruin it?” you whispered, your voice breaking. “What if you realize I’m too much, or not enough, or—”

“I won’t,” he said, fierce now. His grip on your hands tightened, grounding you. “I’ve already seen you at your best and your worst. Nothing you could do would make me stop caring. Nothing.”

Tears spilled down your cheeks, and you hated how easily you broke in front of him. “I don’t know how to believe you.”

“That’s okay,” Remus murmured, reaching up to brush the tears from your cheek with the gentlest touch. “Then let me believe enough for both of us. Let me prove it to you, every day, until you see yourself the way I see you.”

You stared at him, at the boy who carried so much pain and still offered you this kind of tenderness. And for the first time in weeks, the voice inside you faltered.

“Remus…” You swallowed hard, whispering his name like a secret. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t,” he promised, his forehead resting lightly against yours. His breath was shaky, but his words were steady, absolute. “You couldn’t lose me even if you tried.”

For a moment, there was nothing else, just his warmth, his presence and the comforting sound of the fire crackling in the background. And for the first time in a long time, you let yourself hope. Your breath caught when his forehead brushed against yours. You could feel every tremor in him, every unspoken word in the silence between you.

“I’m scared,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “Scared you’ll wake up one day and regret this. Regret me.”

Remus shook his head slowly, his thumb tracing gentle circles over the back of your hand. “I’ve had plenty of regrets in my life,” he said quietly, “but loving you won’t ever be one of them.”

The words shattered something inside you, the walls you have been building, being brought down with the words of a boy, something hard and jagged you’d been carrying for years. Tears welled in your eyes again, but this time they weren’t just from pain.

Remus’s gaze dropped briefly to your lips before flicking back to your eyes, uncertain, as if asking permission. “Can I…?”

You hesitated, heart pounding so hard you thought he must hear it. A thousand fears crowded your mind, but beneath them was something stronger, something warm, pulling you toward him. So you nodded. Just barely.

And then his lips touched yours.

It wasn’t a fireworks kind of kiss. It was soft, hesitant, trembling, like he was afraid you might vanish, and you were afraid he might change his mind. But the gentleness of it, the way he kissed you like you were something precious, undid you completely.

You gasped when he pulled back just an inch, his eyes searching yours. “Still scared?” he murmured.

“Yes,” you admitted, breathless. “But… maybe not as much.”

A small smile curved his lips, the kind that made your chest ache. “Then I’ll keep kissing you until you’re not scared at all.”

And when he leaned in again, you let yourself believe him.

“come on baby stop hiding I wanna see that pretty face”

Includes: Gojo, Nanami, Megumi, Sukuna, Toji

Hip Dips: Gojo

You stand in the mirror running your hands over your hips. You were wearing the most stunning dress ever, it was red with sparkles and glitter and wrapped around your body snug. But you couldn’t shake this feeling.

“Babbbbbbyyyyyyyy, are you ready yet?” The cheerful voice of your gorgeous husband echoed through the room. Gojo leaned against the door jaw to the floor. “w-wow, you look so gorgeous” he stutters as he speaks.

A smile creeps onto your face “thanks… ‘jo do I look stupid in this dress” you watch his face intently for an answer. “Pfffffft, NO why would you think that” he walks over wrapping his arms around your waist.

“My hip dips make this look bad” your voice is quieter, more vulnerable. Gojo pauses for a second, “hip dips? Are they the dips in your hips?” His breath tickling your ear. You nod.

“I always thought they looked nice, why don’t you like them?” He hugs you a bit tighter. “I don’t know, I just— never like…. liked them. No one growing up had them and sometimes people would make fun of me” your voice cracks.

Gojo frowns he caresses your cheek. “My sweet baby” he kiss your cheek. “They’re all lying, I know a lot of people with waist dips— no butt dips what are they called?”.

“Hip dips, they’re called hip dips”

“Sorry, I’m pretty sure a lot people have them” he pulls out his phone showing you pictures of models and celebrities.

“Even though they’re not as pretty as you, they still have hip dips”. He smilies. That makes you smile. It is so contagious. “Thanks love, I think I’m ready to go know”.

“Come on let’s go” his hand intertwines with yours guiding you away.

Thick thighs: Nanami

Nanami has always been a huge softie. He never raised his voice, his hand or anything of that matter.

It’s late at night rain is pouring outside, the soft trickle streaks your windows, the thunder rumbles. Your snuggles up next to Nanami, his hands resting on your thighs. A blanket covering you both.

“Sweetheart you’re shivering, I’ll go get another blanket” Nanami grabs you another blanket wrapping you like a burrito, pulling you onto his lap.

“Those tiny shorts aren’t helping your case love, You’ll get cold.” His voice is gentle and soothing you could dive into it. “Stop looking at my legs like that” a faint blush appearing on your cheeks, as you try and push his face away.

“I was just looking….” His hand gently squeezes one of your thighs. Your thighs were thick, you hated them but he absolutely LOVED them, sometimes squeezing them or laying his head onto your lap.

“I really like your thighs they’re my favourite” he smiles into the back of your neck. “Why though? You always say that Ken, but..” you sigh, great you ruined another happy moment with him.

“Because I love you, and I really like them they’re soft and squishy and they smell like you. I don’t know why you don’t like them” his voice is quiet, barely above a whisper. A lump starts forming in your throat. “b-but they’re thicker than your head, it’s so gross” you let out a chocked sob, covering your face woth your hands.

He squeezes you tight into a hug. “Don’t say that about my wife. Shes beautiful. I love thick thighs. Thicker than my head? Even better” his hand tans along your hair while the other tracing soft circles on your back.

You stop crying, looking up at him. He smiles kissing your forehead. “Say it with me; i love my thighs” that makes you smile. “I love my thighs” your voice soft. He squeezes you tight, nuzzling his face into your neck. “See my wife IS beautiful”.

Thin body type: Megumi

Megumi never talked much around others, he opened up to you a bit but he preferred to listen to you ramble on. He’d watch the way your mouth moves, your eyebrows going crazy and hands flying aeound as you gesture. It was his favourite.

You were showing him some pictures from when you were a teenager. “This is when I went to the mall with my friends, it was really fun. It was the first time I had gone anywhere alone without like an adult” you countinue showing him all the pictures.

He nodded along. Eventually you put your phone down and snuggle up to him. “My teenage years were nice. But I swear I look the same”. Your voice is quiet, a strange type of quiet.

“hmm, You look different to me” you look up at Megumi. “You’re taller, stronger and healthier, and isnt that what matters?”. He asks softly, wanting an answer, waiting for you to say something back. All the air in your lung gets caught in your throat.

“I- I guess” thats all you can choke out — a quiet stutter. “You guess? Is there something else that your thinking off” his voice is soft, it was so calm and just unforgettable.

You sigh. “I’m just feeling a bit sad, or more insecure” it felt weird saying it out loud it kinda made you cringe, nothing could get you use to the feeling of talking about how you were feeling. “I was always so skinny and it made me feel ugly, everyone aeound me had curves, thighs, and they looked strong and healthy like they could defend themselves or do hard things. Then there was just me.”

Megumi sits up and pulls you onto his lap. He Higgs you tight. “Please don’t say that. Your not ugly, your the most beautiful person ever. A lot of people don’t like that they have curves, did you know that?”. His voice is gentle and caring lile he wants you to know.

“Why would anyone want that?”

“Because they find it beautiful. Like how I find you beautiful”

You smile.

“I love the way you look, the sound of your voice and your smile. That’s why I always watch you”.

You giggle “You sound creepy”.

Megumi shrugs a bit, his usually stoic face fading, the outer corner of his lips turning upwards.

“I’ll accept that. But seriously y/n, i dont want you to feel like your ugly, your beautiful— the prettiest person ever even if you think your not, believe me you most definitely are”.

Small Ass: Sukuna

Sukuna was mean, though hus words were all bark no bite. On rare occasions he would be soft and gentle. But during se—. Okay anyway, you guys had a good relationship.

Sukuna is sprawled on the couch playing video games, your scrolling on your phone. You’re just going through your own insta story.

You zoom in on a photo of you, it’s full body your standing next to sukuna smiling tilited sideways. You think uo yourself, why don’t I have an ass? Sukuna glances at you.

“Watcha doin, brat”

“Looking at my instagram”

He pauses his game looks over at the photo. “Thats when we went to the beach.”

You nod. “Do you like this photo?” Let’s see if Sukuna says anything.

“Yeh it’s a good photo, why?” He stares you down intently. “I know why”. He pulls you close. “Why do you have to think like this doll”.

Sukuna senses it, it quite creepy to be honest.

You stiffen, not knowing what to do or say. “Im sorry I—“ he cuts you off.

“Don’t be”.

He holds you close to his chest, dragging his finger across the side of your body. The heat of his body bundling you up. It was comforting and safe.

“So you gonna tell me, hm”. There’s comfortable silence for a minute.

“I just don’t like how my butt looks”. Your voice is quiet, if there was a clock ticking he couldn’t have heard it.

“Your ass looks fine doll, I don’t know why you’re so worried. Plus you cant even see it, I look at your ass all day and I think it looks perfect.”

A small chuckle escapes your lips. “It looks weird in photos”.

“Weird it looks normal to me, your eyes are to critical”. He sighs. “You need to love yourself more doll. I will always always love you but you gotta love yourself more doll”.

“I’ll try”.

“Atta girl” he kisses the top of your forehead.

Small chest: Toji

Toji was complicated. He wouldn’t say he loved you, but he sure as hell showed it. Every chance he got he would wrap his arms around your waste and one hand traveled up to your boobs to squeeze them. It was his thing.

You were finishing up, putting the plates at the table. Today by far was the worst day ever, you got your period and stained another white bedsheet. You broke your favourite mug. Your phones dead and the charger is broken. Couldn’t get worse from there.

You heard the door click and unlock. “I’m home” Toji walks in, your sitting at the table. “Dinners ready”. Toji grins walking up to you, gently tugging at your cheeks. “Awwww happened a bad day?” He teases you. You smack his hand away. “Sit an eat”.

He shakes his head. Anger boiling inside you, you are going to explode. “I SAID TO SIT AND EAT STOP BOTHERING ME” you stand from your chair it skidding on the floor. Toji’s smile doesnt falter. “Whi do you think you are yelling at me hm?” He leans in close. “You dont sound that loud when im pounding int—“ you cover his mouth. His hand sneaks up the side of your body.

“Toji stop”.

“Awww why?” He leans in closed his hand not moving any higher. “Whats wrong?” He teases.

You push his face away from mine, as you turn away. “Just stop”.

“You never cared before, hm”. He’s smiling his stupid smile. Hus hands continue moving up, as they pass over your boobs he gives them a squeeze and the countinue up to your jaw. He tilts your chin up to look at him.

“Come on don’t hide love”.

“Just stop” your try and push him away. He picks you up , sitting on a chair and pulling you onto his lap. “Whats wrong? You don’t seem happy, hmm” his hot breath tickling your ear.

“Just had a bad day……”

“Don’t lie, theres more too it”.

You hated how he could read you like a book.

“Nothing”.

“Come on don’t be like that”.

Silent pause.

“Fine, Just don’t feel good” he listens silently. You explain how your day was just bad, and you were feeling just a bit insecure about your boobs. I mean looking at other peoples boobs all day didn’t help.

“They’re just small” you can feel your eyes FOING glossy as you say that.

“Theyre squishy and nice. Perfect. Idk what your tlaking about” he snuggles into the back of your neck.

“Let’s have dinner”