an: hii...was in a bit of a depressed mood and now this!! as always, reader is mentioned to be plus size. i tried to make it ambiguous enough for anyone to read :)) pls ignore any mistakes and leave a comment if you'd like <3 enjoy cuties!! i promise to write more fluff in the future hehe
cw: smut! fingering and dirty talk(?), established relationship, simon loves everything about you
thinking about....
Simon Riley with you. the weekend, heavy clouds covering the entirety of the dusk sky, going far beyond the eye can see. the window was open, the icy air of the early evening settling into the room. but that was no concern, not for Simon.
you were tucked right at his side, his arm wrapping around your soft body, you clad around his thick sweatshirt. no matter what you look like, how big and round your arms, belly, or thighs are. that thing draped over you and left creases like the damn moving sea. that man is just huge.
and his body ran like a furnace. at work he was in constant motion, be that taking walks from building to field to building, or another heavy workout, even when training new recruits or lower ranking squads. and the paperwork. the damn paperwork. keeping his mind in a constant run. his body heat seeped into yours, keeping your frame close, your chub spilling onto him.
your eyes were already carrying a certain weight, your voice quieter, softer and your replies to his comments growing sparse.
"Y'with me, lovie?" he asked in his usual gravelly tone, years of smoking and yelling permanently altering his voice. his arm around you, bicep acting as your cushion, gently shook you, momentarily rousing you from the peacefulness that overcame you.
"Am," you nodded, inhaling longly, before letting it all out in one soft exhale. "You're just so comfy," you murmured, curling into him, your cheek mushing onto the fabric of his shirt. you stationed your arm over his hard stomach, clinging your thick thigh around his muscular leg, finally settling even if your glasses stuck out awkwardly from its place perched on your nose.
he used his free hand to take your glasses, closing the legs and settling them onto his nightstand, next to the ashtray that had a long dead cigarette butt. the rough pads of his fingers found you again, his thumb tracing the apple of your perfectly round cheek, creeping up under your closed eye. his lips, small, pretty, and plump and always somehow pulling all breath from you slowly lifted into a smirk, lazy and content.
"Am I now?" he asked, brushing your hair behind your ear. "Mhm," a quiet little hum responded. "You smell nice," you continued. "Usually do," he retorted. "Mm, sometimes," you chuckled teasingly.
a pinch to your cheek.
"Hey!" you complained, opening your eyes and looking up at him. "Wha'?" he grinned down at you innocently. "What do you mean 'what'?" you asked, a smile forming. "That hurt!" you whined. "Agh, big baby," he patted the spot he pinched, simply pulling you closer until your faces were close to each other. a breath apart, his roman curved nose almost brushing your, your lips near his, eyes locked onto you.
his beefy arm now laid over your waist, his hand on your back to keep you close.
to have his eyes right up close, seeing each and every shade of raw, fertile earthy brown, rich and lively. and his hair, the golden ashen blonde that sits on top of his head, recently groomed by you since he didn't like how the barbershops around have done it before. thick, bushy eyebrows, a few blemishes and scars here and there but it only added to his character.
"You're starin'," he called out.
"So are you."
silence. and then a huff of laughter.
"You're too smart f'me, sweetheart," he huffed, bringing his hand and covering your face, playfully pushing your head aside. you laugh, your hands finding his wrist, pulling away with little force, him showing you little resistance.
"Why're your 'ands so cold?" he asked, wrapping his meaty hand around one of your own. "Am I not keepin' ya warm 'nough?" he shifted your bodies again, your back now pressed firmly against his chest. "Wait—"
"Uh-uh," he shook his head, "Gotta keep my girl warm," his right hand found your stomach, splaying his hand over the fabric on top of your ultra soft, plump flesh. "Si..." you tensed, his hand slowly tracing down.
"Shush, pet," he muttered into your ear, finding the hem of the sweatshirt, slipping his hand in and down your shorts. "Job's to take care of ya," his thick fingers found your neglected mound, caressing your slowly slickening lips.
"Si, y'don't gotta—"
"I wanna," he confirmed, pressing a soft kiss onto your hair. he knew you struggled to release, how it takes you some extra time and foreplay to actually feel something, let alone finish. and never has that bothered him, not once. the most patient man to you—and only to you—he would take every moment with you, give you all the time and care if it meant seeing you in euphoric bliss.
"Be good. Spread 'em f'me," he didn't question but commanded. you did, your breath already stuttering as his hand delved deeper. "Mm, not good enough," he grumbled, starving eyes locking onto your clothed skin. his hand slid out of your shorts, his fingers, already having traces of you, played with the thin fabric.
"Take these off," he playfully pulled on the hem of your shorts, his meaty hand groping your fat thigh, harsh and hungry. "Wanna see my pretty girl," he pressed a few more kisses onto the side of your head, sloppier, needier, ushering you to show yourself off to him.
subduedly and with a little whine, you shuffle out of your shorts, ridding yourself of your panties along with it. anyone could see your thighs, fat and jiggly, the cellulite and stretch marks now visible. the complete opposite of what Simon could ever be. living a life that had cruelly showed him no mercy, battle scars permanently etched onto his skin, you were the softness that he wanted. needed. craved.
finally bare enough to Simon's delight, he latched onto you, immediately getting to work. he started slowly, touching you in the places he knew you liked, gentle grazes to your clit, teasing enough til you started to twitch, let out little noises just for him.
"Tha' good?" his voice was low, a rich deepness that penetrated your brain. "Y-Yeah," you mustered with a simple nod, hearing just how slick you had gotten with just his fingers.
"That's what I like to hear," he praised, his fingers diving into your tight hole. you mewled in surprise, already clamping around him, so wet and lubricated for Simon to start in a medium pace, giving you more with each passing moment. the pads of his fingers stretched you, catching onto that gooey spot inside. just his to reach into. your back arched up, breath uncontrollable and those gorgeous, heavy lidded eyes looking up straight at him.
the hand of the arm of which you laid on, the one that had his whole sleeve of tattoos, had suddenly found your heating skin, its heaviness perching onto your sternum right over your breasts. the warmth of his large palm bled through fabric, only luring you further in to the man that is Simon.
"Keep lookin' at me, pretty," he chuckled, pulling out more of those sweet, intoxicating noises out of you. "Yeaah, my girl. My perfect, pretty girl," he purred, his left hand rising to your neck, playing as your collar. a dark chuckle left him when you squeezed around his fingers, a long cry escaping your lips, watching you closely as a glaze settled over your eyes.
"Didn't take long now, did it?" he asked, looking too cocky and arrogant. "Am the only one who can make this pretty, puffy pussy sing, aye? Make it cream and cover my fingers?" he slid his fingers out, bringing your mess close to your face. your slick covered the entirety of his middle and ring fingers, down to his knuckles and palm, his other fingers not gone unmarked by you.
his hand found its place again, slipping right back inside and stimulating you all over again. a choked gasp left you, squirming under him, thighs threatening to close around his wrist. "Mhm, that's what I thought," he smiled, his left hand giving a small squeeze around your neck. a cry left your parted lips, your cheeks so red from embarrassment and pleasure.
"Only I can make you cum. Only I can give you this," he uttered darkly over you, solely focused on you. everything about you. how your eyes gleam, your lips red and shiny. each and every breath you take. the uneven pace of your heart with his thumb on your pulse point.
"You're close," he felt your walls starting to twitch and spasm, how your mouth dropped further and louder moans left from the deep in your chest. he kept his pace consistent, steady, hitting all the right spots and stretching you so deliciously you couldn't resist. "C'mon, pet. Know you can do it," he huffed into your ear, both your gazes dropping to where his right hand disappeared inside of you.
"C'mon, cum fer me. Cum for your loving boyfriend," he moaned into your ear, his already hard dick poking on your bare ass. "Just want was good f'you," he fed you, his words rattling in your lust drunk mind. "Always gonna take care of ya. My girl," his fingers went faster, pitchy cries escaping you.
you blacked out for a moment, your body tensing and twitching when euphoria captured your every nerve. your nails dug unto his skin like claws, riding out every second of your orgasm.
Simon gradually slowed down as you cried in overstimulation, slipping his fingers out of you and coming to place a loving hand over your mound, covering it. everything was warm, heated, every fiber lit up like a torch. Simon, the spark.
you finally took a breath of relief, life coming back into your eyes, your body. spent, sensitive, sweat shining your skin and your slick between your fat thighs. "Christ," you mumbled out, your voice gone quiet, slowly turning to look at him.
you in all your glory.
"Not quite but close enough," he chuckled, left arm wrapping around your plush torso and pulling you up, turning you towards him til your thick thighs stretched wide to sit across his lap. his hands slid under his your sweatshirt, caressing your body. he started at your hips, letting his thumbs trace over where you stomach met, protruding. that poor tummy that was barely shown any love. don't worry, lovie, i'll give you all of it. he uttered those words to you the first time he took you to bed, would do it again every day.
the trailed up to your waist, digging into all the flesh, every roll that decorated you. the epitome of beauty, of love. someone taken care of.
"All'a you is all fer me, right?" he asked with a primal hunger that rattled you to your core. to be seen, to be heard, to be understood. all his to love. "Mhm," you nodded timidly, acting as if he didn't just have his fingers digging in you.
"Nah, need words, pretty," he shook his head, those brown eyes of his roaming all over your face, memorizing you, from the shape of your brows to the shape of your lips.
"It's all for you," your whisper grazed his chin, words for only for his ears and his alone. "Everythin'," you murmured, shifting to comfortably straddle him. Simon smiled, bringing his hand to your soft jaw, pulling your lips closer to his.
"My girl," uttered out from his lips, finally pressing his warm lips against yours.
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Summary ~ You had awoken to the empty bed of your own tangled mess and the ringing offer of accompanying Eddie and Volt on a simple trip. So where had they gone? And why were you alone?
CW ~ insecure reader, a little unhealthy thinking
A/N ~ saw a reel that reminded me i really am not over simple memories. Isn't that wild how you'll remember something as a kid that, for other people, was just as normal as sometimes a cup being spilt? I find that quite amazing.
"Eddie and I are heading out early, if you'd like to accompany us, dear."
A simple sentence that, in it's own, meant nothing huge. Straightforward. An offer you easily took up. You loved going anywhere with them, even if it were to a doctor's appointment or just picking up a few decorations for the newest house renovation. Anytime spent just beside them got you happy.
So where, oh, where were they? The house was empty. The bed laid messy from how you had awoken in a tizzy, scattered thoughts grasping for any sign of your beloved boyfriends. You'd woken up late, it seems, the clock silent despite the alarm you could swear you put on last night. Why didn't you notice when they left the bed? When was that? How late were you?
You dashed about the house madly, stumbling into clothes and trying to fix your hair best you could with stolen seconds. Had they left you? Had they really left you? Why hadn't they woken you? Was it considerate of Volt&Eddie to leave you asleep, or maybe they just didn't like your company? Were you growing to be too much? Did they tire of how you always trailed after them when you could like some stupid puppy? Maybe they really were just tired of being around you. Tired of how easily you laughed at the stupidest things, how you constantly filled the quiet with incessant yapping.
The kitchen lay empty, the bathrooms remain bare, the bedroom leaves no trace. Where'd they go? Where did they go? Where did they go?
You weren't sure which came first, the tightness in your chest or the tightness in your throat. Maybe they came hand in hand, like how Volt and Eddie would- oh, don't think like that, you'll only make yourself worse.
But you already were worse. Glancing at yourself and freezing in a hallway mirror, you were... embarrassingly distraught. No wonder the electric duo left you behind. You were so easily amused and so quickly hurt. Like a child that never grew up. They probably didn't even mean to leave you behind, probably running late themselves when they woke up. Maybe Volt had tried to wake you up, maybe Eddie had insisted they let you rest. They both agreed their work could be quite dull at times, telling that you never had to come. But you wanted to. To be with them.
You had to shove yourself away, realizing you were just half-glaring at yourself in the mirror. Get out of this. It's embarassing. Finding yourself in a fuss because your busy partners ran late and you didn't wake up in time.
Cool air caught you when you heard the door to the backyard open, ushering in the two opposited voices of Eddie and Volt. The relief that flooded through you made you... pause. Were you really this acted up because you didn't notice your two boyfriends outside? Maybe it'd be better to keep this to yourself instead of making an issue out of it. Though, would that make you a bad boyfriend? You'd be hiding away your problems- but, wait, no, you're just handling yourself, right? They shouldn't have to put aside their schedule to adhere to everytime you get stupidly insecure. No, you were just- just working through it. It was totally, definetly-
"Darling! There you are," Volt's cheerful voice brought you out before you could gather your approach. "We'd have thought you were going to sleep the day away, with how deep you were resting."
"Which-" Eddie stifled a yawn, never the morning person. "I would've gladly joined you in. But seeing as it seems you're already ready, let's get going." He grabbed the keys even as his eyes lingered upon you, breathing in the way you just blinked and nodded. Eddie's gaze caught the brief tension of your shoulders before you could let go your unease. The two of you reveled in a hesitant pool of restrained words. Restrained words that had no truth in shackles to Volt.
"Something happen, livewire?" The white haired man prodded softly. Leaving an entrance for possibility. Of which, you barred.
You shook your head, pressing ahead of them so you could give an excuse to, quite literally, walk away from the conversation. "Nah. Just not a morning person." You winced yourself at your overused lie. 'Just not a morning person' was something the two had found you hiding behind one-too-many-times for it to truly ever be fully in the fault of the morning wake. A naive part of you allowed yourself to think, for not even half a second, that they would let it go. Though the ex-objects would do anything but. Especially considering their own experience, the pair wished nothing alike that for you.
Volt caught up with you easily, maintaining a pleasant, though not untrue, expression that succeeding in sirening you to soften your immediate shove-up of walls. Whatever. Stupidly tall, vague British boy.
"Please don't second-guess yourself, if you need to say anything. You know we wouldn't judge you, darling," he laid out softly. Thankfully, Volt did not force any stop in your walk to the car, only halfway settled in when you refused to return either of their gazes once seated and buckled.
"Yeah," you shifted, trying to keep your voice neutral. "I just need a moment."
Can you write a ateez headcanon about San, Mingi or Hongjoong having a short (like 5ft/152cm) but big-chested s/o ? (And its her insecurities)
Ateez with a short insecure s/o
A/n: This is a work of fiction and doesn't reflect on the real kim hongjoong, choi san, song mingi, ateez, or KQ entertainment. This is meant for entertainment only
⚠️:female reader, talk of a chest, insecurities, they are kinda vague but the one in the request is talked about, talk of being short (5ft0-5ft3)
Hongjoong
He is a short king, so yall being short together is cute
He likes that you are the short one for once and not him lol
He loves who you are and didn't really care about your Physical body
Hates to see you insecure and will tell you over and over you are beautiful
Definitely spends time writing music about insecurities and self love
Of you have a bad insecurities day he will sit and cuddle and talk
Just trying to make you feel better
San
He is super confident and wants you to be too
Definitely not quite about his love for you
He will never shut up about how he loves you so much and he love your insecurities
Definitely goes shopping with you and trys to find stuff you are comfortable wearing that might be out of your comfort zone
Tank tops, or lower cut dresses, buy if you are not comfortable, you don't have to wear it
If you are public or also an idol, he'll hype you up publicly
Also loves how short you are
Mingi
Over a foot hight gap is hilarious to him
And when you cuddle his head is on your shoulder or chest
He had struggled with insecurities himself, so he understands a lot
But he will not tolerate you being negative about yourself
At all
You make a negative comment about your chest_ body he will probably be like, "You can't talk about my girlfriend like that"
"I'm your girlfriend!?!" You'd reply "yeah and don't talk about her like that" he'd say back before hugging you and comforting you
Definitely will hold you and say everything he loves about you and would die if you did the same
Secret History Tails x Chubby Insecure Reader: It's Okay To Be Imperfect
CW: Afab Reader, Body Dysmorphia
You were staring at yourself in the mirror in disgust. Every voice in your head told you that you were overweight and need to stop stuffing your face but you just wallowed in what they told you as you looked at yourself, finally putting your shirt back on and leaving your room to hear your lanky fox boyfriend in the living room. He turned his head and smiled warmly at you before taking note of your saddened look,
"Hm? What's wrong y/n? Not feeling good? Hungry? Or sleepless again?" You flinched a bit at the word 'hungry' and shook your head, plastering a fake grin in place of your frown.
"N-No, I'm okay, Tails! Don't worry!" He gave you a skeptical look but nodded his head, beckoning you over to him. You sat down next to him and he hugged you tightly, looking down at you.
"I know insecurities when I see them, dear. Who gave them to you? Who made you feel this way? Because when I find them I'm gonna-" Then, he stopped once you hugged his chest with tears on your face,
"I wish I was like you... skinny, and perfect... but I'm not..." You sobbed into his fur as he hugged you tighter and listened to you vent to him every last bodily insecurity you had. Once you were done, he gently kissed you, making sure you were calm as he pulled away and whispered to you,
"I am nowhere near perfect, love. But I can sure as hell say that no matter how you look, or sound, or feel. I will ALWAYS. Love you, y/n..." You looked at him teary eyed and smiled up at him while he did the same, kissing your forehead and standing up from the couch, stretching.
"Now, are you hungry? I was gonna go make some food." He scratched the back of his head as you just nodded your head and he was off. In the silence you felt... self-confidence? The voices of your insecurities were finally silent for a while and you finally felt good about yourself, maybe he wasn't to himself but to you... Tails WAS perfect.
(ALRIGHT THERES THAT CRAPPY BUT WHOLESOME THING WOOO)
I love you, EXACTLY the way you are <3 (Medic TF2 x reader) non-binary friendly
Medic's Pov
I noticed Y/N acting..off lately. They haven't been accepting physical affection or affection at all the same as they used to. Is it my fault? I don't really know, but what I do know, is that I WILL find out why. I was intensely determined to figure out the cause was.
"Greetings and salutations, has anyone seen my Darling anywhere?" I asked the base. "Saw the lass go up to the rooftop I think " Damon said which was unusually helpful from him "sincerest thanks" I finished while walking up the staircase.
"My darling, darling, where are you?" I called, finally at the roof. Then I heard crying "Y/N?" Then I saw them balled up shaking to the beat of sobs. "What happened?" I asked rushing over beside them. "I-I-" then they continued to cry in my arms. My blood starting to boil, I wanted to hurt whoever did this but I couldn't figure it out with Darling sobs blocking their sweet song that most will call a voice. After some uncontrollable sobs later which I'm usually uncomfortable and awkward when people are crying but...with them it's different, everything was different with them, everything IS different with them, and I plan to keep it that way forever.
My darling soon confessed a nosy someone told her that I wasn't good for her; in other words that I, me, her lover was
Out of her league....
"Now let's think rationally, med school helped us with that one huh?" I whispered I'm starting to feel that voice again, trying to convince me. "Hold on loebe I need to think" I say letting them slip from my hands. "Think about what?" My Dove sweetly asked. "Hold on"
'Screw it. SCREW THEM! THOSE SAD EXCUSES FOR A "DOCTOR". I HAVE LEARNED NOTHING I COULDN'T FIGURE OUT ON. MY. OWN!
With my great doctoring skills, I'll make sure the sorry, sorry person will be out of everyone and EVERYTHINGS league...'
*sigh*
"Okay liebe my dear, I'll handle it. I'll make sure they will never again..
-have the mere confidence to
-ever confront you again...,
-I promise.."
"Your side is coming out again, Listen to yourself" I reasoned with him
'I'm done having conversations in my own head about what's good for my darling. We SHARE her. If and when something hurts her it's MY job to make it better so shut. up.'
I am THE cruel, evil, twisted, demented, unreasonable,
Medic...
"I heard you were talking to my darling, Told her something unbelievably stupid, sounds about right?" "Look I didn't mean it like that she's too sensitive" he said while rolling his eyes. My job is to protect Y/N, my job is to know that he told her that because he had feelings for me and wanted to sabotage our love for each other, my job is to take care of him and take care of my darling in a complete different way. My job is to kill what other me can't, who Y/N can't. My job is to kill
I plunged the knife in his stomach causing the waste of space to collapse. 'Ill do more with him later ' I thought to myself. He kept on groaning and cursing wishing some sort of horrible unspeakable pain onto me.
Little does he know..
He'll be taking that same fate he speaks.
I get him into my basement then run back to the roof to my lover.
She's gone
"Y/N!?"
I rush to their room and desperately knock for them to open up their day. I feel desperate to see them even though I couldn't figure out why, I didn't care. Just wanted to see them
"Ye-?oh hi. Why did you leave me alone up there like that? It- nevermind"
"Apologizes Y/N. I'm coming back slowly I'm going a little off the rails"
"You were supposed to comfort me what the hell?"
"Again I'm sorry I wasn't there I wasn't feeling like myself but I did take care of it. If it'll make you feel better, we can hug all day if you'd like" I offered with a smile, returning to my normal self. "Really?! Yes, yes,yes one hundred percent yes!" We cuddled and played their favorite YouTube videos which I wouldn't like to admit, I wasn't very interested in. "Babe I know you don't like watching them I can tell, I'll turn it off when it's done" "no, no that won't be necessary there are some...funny parts......sorta" "SEE I knew it! You don't like it" they said sitting up from laying on my chest. "I.. uh okay well maybe I don't but you do so it doesn't matter. I have to catch up with something later anyway" after that their jaw drops and they stare. "What?" "You said you'd cuddle with me allllll day" "Oh I did? I forgot I said that last part...heh" I nervously laughed but their face was unamused. "Fine!"
I watched YouTube until they fell asleep and started to drool.
"Sweet dreams, Y/N"
"Now it's time to punish the waste of space, trash."
I went down to the basement and saw the bloody wreck in the corner he leaned closer to the corner frantically pleading me to not kill him. "I will kill you, unfortunately for you but first I'll need to make you REGRET ever speaking to her..."
The next day, Darling was fine and happy like usual. No weird sleeping patterns of going to bed at 8, avoiding me and others ect she's just... herself. I'm glad and if anyone tries to mess with her, with our happiness,
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He doesn’t quite understand this, He understands the feelings your having (he is also insecure about his face), But he doesn’t understand why you don’t find yourself attractive? He finds you very pretty.
Will kiss your marks (Birthmarks, scaring, stretch marks, ect.) And sometimes rub them, to try to help you find the beauty in them.
You don’t have to worry about anything, Brahms is there, and trust me say one thing bad about yourself & you will be covered in cuddles, kisses & Praises.
He will distract you by cuddling you, Im pretty sure Brahms will have you in his arms 24/7, Insecure or not.
He thins any marks or anything lie that adds character to a person, so sometimes he will get a bit upset if your covering yourself solely because you dislike your body/ something on your body.
He is good at helping you feel better about yourself, so if you are having trouble with anything, tell him.
Says things like” I love you no matter what, sorry darling, your mine”. Or “You look Pretty Love” (I use pretty/cute as gn terms)
Look at this wall rat boy, he loves you no matter what.
Bubba Sawyer!:
He feels so Bad that you feel this way, he understands what your feeling (I’m pretty sure anyone who has seen the leather face movies ,well at least the ones with Bubba, you can tell.)
He is THE BEST. Person to tell your insecurities to because 1. he knows how to help ease your pain, 2. he doesn’t judge 3. he understands what you are going threw
Will kiss every part/area you hate.
His way to distract you is one of the two : Cuddles or him and you sowing.
He is so sweet, he will snap at his family if they say something a bit too hurtful
(Small head cannon) I think Bubba would love to draw, specifically people he loves, So I would think he has a page or two filled with drawings/sketches of you/ you and him together.
Like Brahms he would get kinda upset about you covering yourself up do to you disliking a part of your body.
Its Bubba, He doesn’t care how you look.
Thomas Hewitt!:
You say 1 thing bad about yourself he will look at you like you just cursed out his whole family.
He understands what you are going threw, but he can’t really help what Hoyt says so most of the time (well all the times he can) You are by him or on his lap.
He will physically and mentally fight Hoyt. (i guess i will can it mentally)
Will rub all of the marks you hate. (And if you can kiss them lightly)
I feel like he will try to drag you away from the mirror when you are looking in it a bit to long (He is worried and doesn’t want you to hurt yourself)
He makes sure you are healthy, Mentally and physically, so he will make sure you feel loved.
He is one of the leather faces, You really think he wouldn’t love you if you have something you don’t find attractive on your body.
Billy Loomis! & Stu Macher!:
(A few poly & a few not poly)
Poly:
They Are over protective in general (Well mainly Billy but Stu does have his moments) But if you and insecure expect them to be even more protective.
One would rub the area/Marks you hate and one will lightly kiss them
They will distract you will affection. (Both will make sure you are loved)
They will also distract you with watching movies. (mainly a Stu thing)
if even 1 person makes you cry they will be found dead, covered in blood.
Just Billy:
Like I mentioned before, he is very Over protective, Badly overprotective
He understands you, and is surprisingly good at comforting, kinda has a therapist touch to him
He is so sweet and soft when it comes to these things
Will let you play with his hair if it helps you keep your mind off of these things.
Just Stu:
He trys to help you out by one of the three things : Having Billy tell him tips, Telling you bad dad jokes, or he just kisses every part/area/mark you hate.
to distract you he will grab some popcorn and some drinks and put on a movie for you two
Another way he distracts you is that he will let you paint his nails
when I said that if one person makes you cry they will be found dead, lets just say Stu was the main culprit surprisingly .
End Note! I hope this helps people who are feeling bad about yourself, Part 3 will be out soon, if you want to see what characters i write for or strories ive written check out my pinned post! Request Are open! Sorry if this is short! i hope you enjoyed! Byeee! Have a lovely day! <3
[Pairing: Chrollo x gn!reader]
[Genre: Fluff, comfort]
[Warnings: Insecurities, body image mentions]
[Word count: 300+]
[A/n: I made this for myself but I thought maybe someone wants to read it <3]
You were looking at yourself in the mirror, again. You avoid looking at yourself, that way, you don’t feel so bad. Do you always look like this? What do others think about you? What does he think about you? Are you sure he isn't playing with you? he is probably going to get bored and leave.
You started to question everything about yourself, are you enough? Are you at least intelligent? Do you have something that makes you interesting?
Tears streamed down. Hiccups were released. You didn't hear the steps coming.
CHROLLO entered into your place, he looked at you, you looked at him, making eye contact, he noticed your puffy eyes, he calmly decided to approach you.
What a timing, you splash your face with water and pat dry with a towel. “Sorry” you mumbled as if you had something to be sorry about.
He remained silent, thinking, while rubbing your back. He silently asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”
Your head was spinning, you were remembering everything you said to yourself, the people he went out with in order to steal their nen, or the people he worked with. They always look amazing, they have power, money, intelligence. Everything.
“Am I worth it? like, do I look good? Am I enough?” You sounded desperate.
He wondered what you were exactly questioning about yourself, was it your looks, or your intelligence? He decided to go for both.
“You are more than enough, I'm proud of what you have achieved” “There is no need to satisfy someone or society, you don't have to be a certain way to be amazing, or read books to be intelligent, everybody is different and unique” Chrollo always knows what to say.
He can't get rid of your insecurities, but if someone was messing up with you... He would like to have a talk with them. Despite that, he always makes you feel loved.
Pulling you up into a warm and comforting hug, strong arms embracing you. Rocking you to the sides, he peppered your face with little kisses, just to make you smile and to hear your giggles, Chrollo loves it. He looked at your eyes and stated:
