Elllooo!!! I Just Want To Say Hello. I'm Thankful That I Found You On Tumblr! Your Works Always Make

elllooo!!! i just want to say hello. I'm thankful that I found you on Tumblr! your works always make my day. It's really hard to find fanfic about my body type these days… so, thank you so much!

sorry if my english is not perfect, I use google translate as a translator, hehe. once again, thank you so much!

hello!!! nice to meet you nonnie. thank you for the lovely words. i'm so glad that you like my works and chubby reader content is so difficult to find nowadays with your own preferences and thank you very much for taking the time to read my works!!!!

no worries about it nonnie and thank you once again.

atsumu's desperate.

he wasn't always like this except when he needs you — so bad.

there's no call of your nickname or the endearment he uses to call you, the moment he comes home. flinging his gym bag, footsteps hard, scowling and sweaty. he kisses you rough. tongue clashing and teeth gnashing. grips on your ass so tight that you can't seat properly tomorrow from your bruised ass.

humping against you like a dog. a bitch in a heat and atsumu is nothing from this. whiny. submissive. pathetic. grinding his hardened cock straining in his pants to your bare thigh. moaning and groaning while he sucks your face from how hard he was kissing you.

“'tsumu — mmwah — hah” you pant to his lips as you barely managed to push him away before pulling you in for a another kiss. “let me eat you out please — wanna taste you so bad” he says in between kiss. his palm ghosting to your round stomach. squeezing it before his fingers is already rubbing the thin barrier of your panties covering your slit. “fine, fine. 'tsumu.”

and as a loving girlfriend, you obliged to your boyfriend's request. “fuck yes! 'tsumu! — c—cumming again!” you whined. grinding your hips harder than intended and atsumu hums in delight. groaning at your taste and the vibrations of his voice sending waves all over your body. your toes curling and your thighs shaking from the anticipation of your incoming orgasm.

his hold on your hips getting tighter to press your weight in his face. looking down below and you can only see the tuft of his blond hair splayed in the pillows. obscene noises coming from his mouth gets inherently louder the more you grind your hips in his face. slurping and sucking your sweet, fat cunt. his mouth drenched in your juices. he's relentless. he couldn't make up his mind wether to suck or lick your fat, pussy lips. mind's foggy to think but he continued. only had one goal to reach is to make you cum in his tongue.

let his tongue be graced by the saccharine taste of your pussy. the blonde just can't get enough of it. inserting his tongue in your hole and he wiggles around it and fuck, it was so fucking hot when he hears you moan his name. “tsumu~!” your slick dropping and his tongue acting like a spile for his taste buds to catch your juices.

damn, it feels good for his tongue with your hole. he should have done it sooner. you're leaking and it wasn't too long before you cum in his face. atsumu only groans. holding your thick, creamy thighs firmer to let you sink deeper in his face. he greedily laps up your juices. sticky with the sweetness he so damn loves.

“enough, tsumu. 'm sensitive. too much...” you moan out to him. your body trembling from the overstimulation it had taken from atsumu eating you out. “lemme take care of you, now. 'kay.” you rasped out. his bulge in his pants must be so painful. it took a little while before atsumu finally agreed with you.

“when did you become so needy, tsumu?” your boyfriend buries his face to your breasts. the tip of his ears pink and his pants tickling your skin. your hand wrapped around his cock. leaking and in desperate need of attention. “poor baby.” you cooed. jerking his cock faster and atsumu moans. his face flush and he takes his attention to your breasts. popping your nipple in his mouth like a newborn he is when sucks on your tit while he squeezes your other breast.

it doesn't take a few pumps of his cock before his spilling all over to your hand. his hips thrusting upward to prolong that mind numbing bliss. “wanna fuck this pussy, please.” atsumu begs. palming his hand to your pussy like he hadn't feasted on it ago.

“only if you can cum again, 'tsumu.”

hello! Your writing amuses me a lot. Could you write a story where gojo, nanami, toji or Geto find out that their partner was kidnapped and they find her with some blow and they get furious?

Thanks and greetings from Argentina 😘

BRUISES AND DEAD BODIES

ft. gojo satoru, nanami kento, fushiguro toji, geto suguru

content warnings ─── injuries, murder, gore, assault

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ there's lines that cannot be crossed with them and involving you is a dumb way to die.

GOJO SATORU

enemies are easier to make than friends and since his birth, danger followed him everywhere. from bounty hunters to curse users and being related or being significantly special to the six eyes and limitless user, danger was just around the corner.

satoru is strong. unbelievably strong. he has the power to tip the balance of the world and thus, he have the power to protect especially to you.

but sometimes, fate would place a cruel situation to him. you disappeared out of the blue. it's not like for you to tease him with something serious knowing he can be dramatic at times and his instincts isn't he ignores and alas, he was right. you were a captive. some group bounty hunters had ganged up for the price of his head. if he kills himself you live. that's why they have said. a negotiation but there's no such things as a negotiation for him.

only an idiot would mess to gojo satoru and they are. they think using you as a hostage for someone like him would be an easy way to get what they want but gojo proves them wrong.

he sees you bound in a chair. sound asleep. soft breaths adding to your state while your chest heaves. you're alive and it's relief not until he sees the damage they had done to you. blue eyes shimmering. casting it's glow to the precipitants and it's too late to back now for underestimating him.

adding to his hidden rage was the visible bruises and the welts to your skin. they have chosen death. no room to think as his hands cups the head on one of them before twisting it off. the hard skull was no match for gojo's strength. the head pops like a can being crushed in his bare hands and at the blink of an eye. there was nobody breathing except for him and to his lover.

he gently scoops you in his arms. your soft, plump frame against his hard ones and gojo loved the position if only it was under normal circumstances.

footsteps echoes in the silent building where once rowdy bounty hunters had gathered. it's only a shell of the former building while their corpses filled the entire space.

fluttering your lashes open, you were instantly greeted by the soreness of your body. added by the bruises stinging in your skin and a tuft of white hair is the first thing you've noticed about him.

“satoru?” blinking your eyes to adjust in your surroundings and to confirm if it was him and you weren't wrong. it was him. “glad you're awake now.” he says cheerfully. “what happened to you? me, your amazing boyfriend had to save you from the bad guys.” puffing his chest and you weren't sure how you would take his boasting.

tired and defeated. you admitted your weakness. “i'm sorry. i let my guard down.” your face casting a solemn look and gojo ignores it. partly it was his fault and you got dragged into it. since the start of your relationship with him, you're already marked as a target. knowing you are gojo's achilles hell.

“don't worry about it. let's get you to shoko.” you shaked your head. “can it wait until later?” you ask him. “why?” he replied. “i'm hungry.” gojo chuckles at your predicament. bruised and tired and you wanted to eat and of course, gojo accepts it.

“okay, okay. let's get you something to eat and we're going to shoko.”

all the things he can do for you and there's no such thing as denying the things you want.

NANAMI KENTO

veins desperately clawed to the surface of his skin. they look like kernels of corn ready to burst at any moment and it isn't the only thing that is ready to burst.

he's calm and composed. he always is. this is how he handles his profession as a sorcerer. merely a bit of being teetered to the edge isn't enough to break him. of course there are times where he loses composure but it is nothing when it comes to you.

there's drips of bloods staining your face and you're unconscious body is sprawled to the floor and nanami isn't a saint to forgive for such animosity and he breaks.

his muscles bulge while wrapping that necktie in his palms. the perpetrator stumbles out of panic and in fear. nanami's raging from inside and outside.

his fist collided in the cheek. there's a crack can be heard as the one who assaulted you was planted on the wall. coughing up blood and skull was dented like a can being crushed in a hand. it wasn't enough and nanami punches again until only a bloody pulp of a body is only way someone can recognize it as a former body. if it is what is it

“mmm... kento. 'm sorry.” you weakly mustered to speak to him. “no. don't apologize for it darling.” his once face that was clouded with rage clears up. his features softening while he tended to the wounds he can heal.

inside nanami was scared. he didn't show it. how close you are for being parted to him and he can't accept if something happens to you again. it looks like nanami have to make sure this won't happen again even if it's the last thing he will do.

FUSHIGURO TOJI

“oi, oi.” toji began to get irritated. inspecting your face in his hands. moving it left and right to assess the injuries that you had taken from your captors. “a pretty face is all she had and you come destroying it.” even with that heightened senses of his, could he not tell you can hear him.

the sorcerer assassin's eye came twitching in irritation as he looks at your state. toji wouldn't care if someone would get beat up for his fault but it is different when it comes to you. “now which one of you assholes would go first?” the cursed spirit worm vomits one of the weapons in his arsenal and toji stretches his limbs. waving his weapon like a fan and hell broke loose.

“i just wished you didn't come and get me if you're just going to insult me.” rolling your eyes at him and you winged as he pulled your arm. “i did you a favor and you need to repay me.” he casually tells you. ignoring the remarks from you.

fuck. he's toji fucking fushiguro and you know how stubborn this man is when it comes to his selfish needs. you already forgot that it was his fault that you got dragged into his dirty business. “and i'm right princess. you're face is only the redeeming quality of yours.” good heavens. you just wished you were already dead. you can't fucking stand him and yet, you're here.

“come on now.” toji grabs you. not minding your injuries and how you squirmed against him. licking the shell of your ear. “you know what i want.” he whispers. taking the reward in his own hands.

GETO SUGURU

his expression unreadable. staring at your figure that is bound and bruised. how did it resulted to this when he got you locked and guarded all the time and some bloody monkeys took their revenge on him by using you.

geto's fuming inside and he smiles. although it doesn't reach his eyes and a wall appeared out in the thin air. humongous and hideous creatures began to pry the walls to open. with a flick of his finger, they began to attack whoever their owner desired to kill.

the screams. they were loud. screeching as they begged for their lives. it was like fork being rubbed in a surface and only to produce the most irritating sound but for him. that is what he calls a music to his ears. if they have chosen to leave you alone, this wouldn't happen. anyways it was bound to. considering how he was a threat for them in a long time and it would come soon for them to target you and he hated himself for that. getting dragged by the filthy hands of the scums.

all is fine, now. he have you in his arms now and those who dared to harm you again will face him and the hell he is about to unleash him. no one would be safe from him.

he kisses your forehead. you were sound asleep from all of that. gently patting your head to soothe you was comforting enough for him.

geto walks away with you in his arms and the pile of corpses behind him.

below are the titles of the half finished fics.

yandere kaiser & sae respond to their chubby!darling have a feelings on somebody else because of their both past where the yandere used to mock & bullies the darling's weight & appereance, please make this noncon cus i like it more darker. as if its spicier ✨

CAN'T HAVE WHAT'S MINE

ft. michael kaiser, itoshi sae

content warnings ─── degradation, history of past bullying, babytrapping, forced affection, manipulation, gaslighting.

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ you shouldn't have dared to love someone that is not them.

MICHAEL KAISER

he was above everyone else and yet, how dare you fall for someone else who's beneath him. you, out of fall people should be grateful for him giving you the attention that many would die for.

he can't take it. not when he's the embodiment of perfection and you choose someone who's not even his equal for your attention. don't get him wrong. michael wouldn't lower his pride nor self for you but why does he sees red everytime you associate yourself and sing praises for that trash?

the familiar terror you felt and watch how your bright eyes turn lifeless brought him joy. he was glad he still have that hold over you. one touch. the tone of his voice changing into a snarl and his vein popping in his forehead. your lips tremble when his face gets nearer at you.

“i get to give you attention and you dare to ignore mine. who taught you that?” he laughs in a scornful manner. his smile wide but never reaches the eyes that is cold and seethes in betrayal at your found fondness for the other who is not him.

his grip was painful. his fingers digs at your cheeks. his palm hard as it holds your jaw in a firm manner. you look ridiculous similar to a blobfish. your round cheeks puffier from how hard he grips it. the flesh gathers in a confining state. you know from the reflection of his blue yes that you dared to meet.

“it's my own decision to choose who i want to love. your opinion does not matter in my own affairs.” you state matter of fact. biting your lips to prevent the tears from spilling from your waterline. years of being the center of the attention of his mockery and the endless degradation you received — you learned to despise him. michael kaiser is nothing to you despite with his fame and talent. you don't need someone like him in your life.

ah. you learned to talk back. it's fine. he will put you back to your rightful place like what he did years back before he is now. you will love him. worship him. offer your body and soul for him.

the pressure of his hold in your cheeks got firmer. it was starting to bruise your skin. you tried to pry his wrist off you but to no avail it was like clawing on a wall with no damage taken. michael chuckles at your attempt.

“i love him and nothing would change it.” you look at him straight in the eye and michael was unfazed by it. you were comparable to a dog resisting until being held by the scruff.

“do you?” he smirks, and then faint footsteps came nearer where you are being held by michael and then your boyfriend stumbled between you both. you were relieved by his appearance and you called his name but michael was quick to squish your cheeks harder and the position in your boyfriend's perspective finds it rather intimate yet he isn't bothered by the fact that his girlfriend is being held in a uncomfortable manner by someone.

you met his gaze. tears threatening to fall as your lips utter the word of help and that's when you thought he will come rescue you. he shakes his head. taking slow tentative steps backwards before disappearing.

he recognizes michael kaiser. the ace of bastard munchen and there is no way he will come fight or mess with him and so he ran.

“you love that cuck, huh?” the blonde taunts you. “no one can give you this kind of attention without me. be grateful, liebe.” the endearment made your stomach churn.

“i will never — ever love you!” you snarl at him and the air in your lungs got knocked out of you when he slammed you in the cold hard wall.

michael grabs your jaw. pulling him closer and his breathe is closer to you. “you will love me.” he says before crashing his lips into yours. slipping his tongue inside your mouth and claiming you as his.

you fought him. kicking your legs but michael was quick to trap you. his tattooed arm wrapped around your waist and his hand grabbing your clothed ass and giving it a firm squeeze.

“m—michael!” you managed to croak out. your hands in his chest. desperately trying to push him but he simply won't budge.

“resistance is futile. take what i give you and you will be rewarded, hmm?" he hums. grasping your chin in his fore and index finger. “you will follow me.”

forcing you to grind in his clothed thigh. he latches to your neck. sucking and biting the skin until bruise starts to bloom from it. “i will let this one slide.” he warns you, continuing his assault in your neck while his hand fondles your belly under your shirt. you let out a whimper when he squeezes the flesh in his hands.

“defy me again and you will learn the hard way.”

ITOSHI SAE

sae was never one to bother himself with distractions until he got a wind of his "childhood friend" planning to settle down with someone who is not him. of course this isn't something he would oversee. you belonged to him.

it was a headache seeing you glowing and unabashed. nothing could stop you from falling in love and show how much you adored the person you are with now.

“i just left you and this is what i come home to?” there's the passive-aggressiveness in his voice. you raised a brow at his statement. finding the words odd after just being home a few hours ago.

“a hello would be nice, sae. and what does it even mean?” you asked him curiously. unclear of the meaning behind those years and it's not like you were both close.

“you going behind my back.” his teal eyes gleaming with some unknown emotion while looking at you.

“going behind your back?” you want to laugh at him. “we're not even a thing, sae. the only thing or decent thing you had done for me was to leave. i was happy with you gone.” you bit your tongue to further stop the retaliation. the words coming more of a personal grudge against him. you didn't mean it but seeing sae after a long time just brought back the memories you desperately wanted to forget and sae is similar to a memory that randomly pops whenever a happy memory surfaces.

gone. you wanted him gone. sae is used to being trashtalked. wether it's online, personal or in the field but nothing stung like what you had said. he kept quiet. he shouldn't be acting so brash right now, not when you're within his grasp. he still have plans.

“what the hell do you think you're doing, sae!?” you screamed at him. you were in a unfamiliar place and your body is sore and heavy. your sight a bit blurry as your head spins.

“stop screaming now, won't you.” he sat at the foot of your bed. his gaze fixated in you. “i just saved you from being tied to someone you didn't want.” he says. his stare dark while he slowly crawls in front of you and the action agitated you. instinctively moving backwards until your back hits the headboard.

“you always ruin things for me, sae. i genuinely consented to be with him! not you, you fucking asshole! i love him! get that through that thick skull of yours!” you spat at him. you were about to scream again when his hand came wrapping around your neck. therefore cutting your air and the fear settles in your bones at him.

“you don't love him. i was the one who dealt with your bullshit ever since and i won't allow you to be with someone who is not me.” his eyes never leaving you while he slowly pries your creamy thighs open to accommodate him.

your cries fell into deaf ears. sae was cruel. always ways. he didn't care for anyone not even you. he only cared when it was for his own gain. he will be keeping you by his side. you will have no qualms over it and take it over and over again.

he seals your fate when he dumps his load inside you. a baby he says. just to keep you occupied. this wouldn't be more difficult if you just have set your feelings aside until he comes back but you will always be his stubborn, chubby childhood friend and you are to be with him until your last dying breath.

it took you a long time to realize that you were your sukuna-sama's favorite.

how could you. there were a hundred of concubines that your master to choose from and you were one of them. different are chosen to lay with him every night sometimes more than three. you didn't complain about it. your master are entitled to do whatever it pleases him and you were fortunate enough if you are chosen to.

that it happens on repeat and you were blind to the scowl of the other concubines who watch you in jealousy of how much sukuna-sama favors you out all of them. your fellow concubines seething in their seat with gritting teeth of being called for the nth time of the moon.

sukuna would not say it aloud that you were his favorite concubine. sure he was that there are other concubines in his harem that shares your attributes but it is nothing to his favored concubine.

the one who could easily follow his orders with no qualms or hesitation. the mere shadow of him is where you already presents yourself. stripping yourself out of the kimono that he specifically chosen for you. fitting for a king like him to feast on a delicacy such as yourself. his cocks hardening at your scent. awaiting for your smooth palms to worship him and hold his cocks. your chunky fingers wrapped around them. pumping them simultaneously while your lips engulfed his two cock heads. sucking them eagerly while he degrades and sometimes praises you for being devoted to him.

this time you didn't miss how hungry his gaze are. his sight narrows at your plump figure below him. the mouth in his stomach salivating in contrast of the thin line in his face's lips. his arms moving in a manner that your brain tells you to run but your cunt is already drenched with your slick for this king you're about to serve. you await for whatever fate he has stored for you. will he kill you tonight out of boredom or he will grant you a another day to see the sun.

it was the latter and the full realization weighing on you were your sukuna-sama's prized possession when you're the only one to be bestowed by being laid in his throne of skulls. your legs separated by his upper arms while your cunt is being feasted by your master.

eyes the color of his enemies blood is staring at you with fascination while he hums in delight. his mouth pressed in your fat pussy while he laps the delectable juices dripping out of you. after ripping the bodies of his enemies and consuming their rotten flesh, he needs something sweet to wash the taste of it and your cunt is the only thing he can think of. sweet as the peaches in bloom and it goes down like honey in his throat.

he doesn't stop. he will only stop after he was satisfied. doesn't matter if you're silently pleading. begging him to stop cause it's too much. you only exist for his pleasure and deep inside you were happy that you have a purpose for your master. you lasted this long after all. one thing that is clear, you're his favorite.