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50 Plus Size Y/N Prompts
When I was looking for an inspiration for a Nanami x chubby Y/N fic I realised that crushing majority of prompts and ideas are related exclusively to hurt/comfort or are drenched in extremely low self-esteem and lack of confidence. So, decided to put together my own list, covering a variety of situations from mundane and domestic to sensual and sexual. I based the ideas on my own experience as a fat person, so I'm aware they won't fit everyone, but I hope those can give you inspiration to explore in your creative work ❤ Of course, prompts are left to individual interpretation!
cw: some prompts are more gendered than the other, some are suggestive or addressing a strictly sexual situation
Leaving hickeys on thick thighs.
Wearing bigger partner's clothes. Bonus: bigger partner is not the chubbier one—it's the chubbier partner who gets to wear bigger clothes
Loving tummy kisses.
Lovingly or teasingly tracing fat rolls and love handles.
Nuzzling into soft chest or tummy for comfort.
Thick thighs save naps because they make the best lap pillow.
Fat person being picked up and/or carried around, no hassle, no protests of being too heavy, just sheer joy. Bonus: it's one of those crazy strong characters so they literally pick Y/N as if they were a doll.
Them being a personal heavy breast holder with built-in enthusiastic massage option.
Back massages because we all know that big chest weights way too much.
Ticklish kisses in the jaw area because they find the double chin cute.
Adoring to feel Y/N's weight in their lap.
Plus size lingerie. Them buying it for Y/N or Y/N showing off in it.
The way Y/N's chest/ass/thighs/tummy bounces during intimate times. It drives them crazy. Bonus: they're being ridden and enjoying every second of it.
Being in absolute awe of Y/N's figure.
Hugs from behind that do not necessarily end up with a full arm wrap but that's okay, one possibly can't envelop their whole universe.
Pulling Y/N closer so they can feel their big ass better.
Work out or a sport activity that's not related to weight loss or diet. Just enjoying active time together.
Finding it difficult to sleep without Y/N because they miss the body they can embrace and/or the warmth it gives.
Stimming or teasingly playing with Y/N's softer parts.
Foodie dates. Testing new places, taking tons of photos for their food instagram, feeding each other cute desserts, stealing the best pieces—or contrary, leaving them for their partner.
Y/N loves to eat and their love adores it because they have someone to enjoy their cooking.
Both them and Y/N love to cook and eat. A friendly rivalry over feeding the other better.
Tons of photos of Y/N and selfies with them. Every moment has to be caught on their camera. Bonus: they are a celebrity or social media persona & they love to show off with Y/N's photos.
Daily affirmations, soft words and touch related to body type, all those compliments and smooth lines.
Reminding Y/N to eat because no, the "fat supply" won't make up for a good meal, they have to eat regularly.
Gender affirmation when the fat body type sometimes can make it difficult for Y/N.
The shared celebration of gender euphoria when Y/N finally finds a way to nicely flatten and shape the chest.
Choosing Y/N because they are fat. Them being into bigger people and actively choosing them over people with different body types.
Seeing Y/N naked for the first time and going absolutely crazy about it.
Tracing and kissing stretch marks.
Yoga pants effect. The curves just look so good in them.
Looking together for a good supporting bra.
Loving when Y/N is wearing a crop top.
Encouraging Y/N to wear more close-fit clothes Bonus: there is absolutely no perverted reason behind it ;)
Supporting Y/N through weight gain or weight loss.
Enjoying a beach date. Every body is a good beach body if it has a cute beach wear on!
Scratching/washing Y/N's back because sometimes it's just hard to reach that stubborn spot.
Muscular body type partner x fat Y/N. Big partners solidarity!
Discussing together a new tattoo idea. Choosing the best placing for it. Bonus: it's a tattoo composed to fit nicely with fat rolls or stretch marks.
Helping Y/N shave the back of their legs or any other hard to reach part of their body.
Insisting on keeping Y/N's thighs close to their head during oral sex.
Treating rash/burn caused by friction between thighs, bra or other piece of clothing.
Shibari or harness on a plus size body.
Picking up the self ironic negative talk and turning it into something positive
Being proud of Y/N, showing them off whenever there's an opportunity.
Y/N posing them for a photo, painting or a sculpture. Bonus: Y/N is their muse.
Warming hands between Y/N's thighs. Bonus: maybe their cheeks or ears feel cold too ;)
Them wearing Y/N's shirt for comfort. Bonus: it's not a typical over-sized comfort piece of clothing but a perfect fit. They still insist on wearing it.
Hand and bite marks on ass and hips. Bonus: loving aftercare.
Doodling/painting on Y/N's body: thighs, arms, ass… Bonus: it's a part of a spicy play.
Please, reblog and/or credit, when you use (but don't @ me!). The divider made by @/saradika.
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no thoughts just plus sized reader referring to themself as an acquired taste and gaz asking for a bite
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Resources For Writing Sketchy Topics
Medicine
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How to play a victim of rape.
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How to play the stalker.
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Playing a character with ADHD.
How to play a sexual assault victim.
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How to play a character with social anxiety.
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me as a writer: Oh no I can’t write that, somebody else already has
me as a reader: hell yes give me all the fics about this one scenario. The more the merrier
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writers and artists will go "this isn't good enough." my brother in christ, you're creating something new out of nothing and expressing yourself creatively. your productivity and unrealistic standards of perfection do not define you or the worth of your art. you're doing great.
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I hope every writer who sees this writes LOADS the next few months. Like freetime opens up, no writers block, the ability to focus, etc etc you're able to write loads & make lots of progress <3
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Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.
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Fandom PSAs
Dont’ Like, Don’t Read
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You are responsible for curating your own online experience.
If something upsets you, makes you angry or queasy or triggers you, stop reading/looking at it. Avoid things that might make you feel that way.
Learn to use the Sort and Filter function on AO3, especially the Exclude tools.
On social media, block and mute accounts / tags / words when necessary.
If you hated something, you don’t need to tell that to the creator or start pointing fingers at them publicly.
The Back button is free. Use it.
Addendum:
Yes, for this to work, creators need to tag their works accordingly, so that people know what sort of content they are about to engage with and can nope out if necessary.
I will probably make another PSA about the importance of proper tagging later.
Ship And Let Ship
or SALS
You are allowed to ship whatever you want.
Everyone else is also allowed to ship whatever they want.
You are entitled to dislike or even hate a ship. If you want to do this online, in public, don’t use the ship tags for hate posts.
If you see someone posting about a ship they like and you don’t, there is no need for you to start arguing with them in their replies / comments / QRTs / reblogs. Don’t throw your hate in their face.
Do not harass fan creators or fans for shipping something you disapprove.
All of this also applies to liking / disliking an individual character.
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Let me make this VERY clear. There are NO exceptions. None.
You don’t EVER harass real people over pixels.
If you disagree with this, kindly block and move on.
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Even if you don’t like a specific kink, other people are still allowed to use it in their creations.
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Don’t kink shame or judge people based on their kinks.
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Focus on the things you like instead of the things you hate.
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Finding a man who will worship my bigger hips and thighs instead of degrading them is my goal🤍🙏🏽
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Sound on for best experience.
╰┈▷ Pairings: prohero!Bakugou x chubby!Reader
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╰┈▷ Summary: Bakugou meets the cutie running the ice cream truck on the beach, and she steals his heart.
╰┈▷ Word Count: 1.6k
╰┈▷ Contains: Fluff, pervert!Bakugou
╰┈▷ Author's Note: This is my little contribution to @/katsukikitten‘s End of Summer Bash Collab! Please see the masterlist here.
Steal My Sunshine
“I’m telling you, it’s some of the best ice cream I have ever had.”
Bakugou rolled his eyes at the electric blonde as they strode up towards the little ice cream truck on the beach. They were fresh off of patrol and were supposed to be heading back to the agency, but this ice cream truck had stopped Kaminari in his tracks, and he practically drug Bakugou towards it.
As they finally neared the pastel-colored truck, Bakugou caught sight of a cute bouncy girl taking orders and handing out ice cream cones. A tight bikini top barely contained her voluptuous chest and a pair of shorts hugged her thick thighs. His vermilion eyes slid over to Kaminari who was practically drooling, but it was not over the two ice cream cones in her hands. “Yeah, ‘ice cream.’ Of course.”
If Kaminari heard him, he gave no indication as he stared at the girl with hearts in his eyes, dutifully stepping up as the line moved closer and closer to the girl selling ice cream. As they finally made it to the front, he heard the girl call out to them. “Chargebolt! Nice to see you again!”
“Heya, cutie!” Kaminari replied, returning the bubbly energy that you exuded.
Ah, fuck here we go, Bakugou thought. He was going to have a front row seat to dunce face embarrassing himself by trying to flirt with you. He really should have told Kaminari off and went home like he had wanted to begin with.
But then you turned that sweet smile over to him, and it was like sunlight finally parting the clouds on a rainy day. “Hey there, Dynamight! Welcome to my lil ice cream truck. What can I get you boys this afternoon?” That sugary sweet voice of yours caught him off guard, and all he could do was stand there and stare at you while his brain short-circuited.
“I’ll have my usual, pretty please.” Kaminari grinned. When Bakugou didn’t answer, he bumped his hip into him hard. About as subtle as a brick through a window… But it was enough to jar him into opening his mouth. It was too bad he said the worst thing possible that popped into his head.
“Ain’t you a ray of fuckin' sunshine?” It was meant to be a compliment, but coming out of Bakugou’s gritted mouth, it sounded like an insult.
It surprisingly didn’t seem to deter you at all. Instead you shrugged, still smiling at him. “I try.” You stared at him curiously, cocking your hip to the side as you waited to take his order.
He huffed, trying not to let it get to him that 1) he accidentally said exactly what was on his mind, 2) that he inadvertently insulted you, and 3) that you were completely unperturbed by his brash attitude. But he still needed to order a damn ice cream so he looked up at the handwritten chalkboard and read off the first flavor he saw. “Strawberry. Please.”
“Comin’ right up!” You turned around and opened a small freezer and began scooping homemade strawberry ice cream into a large waffle cone, and then did the same for a pineapple ice cream cone for Kaminari. But Bakugou and Kaminari weren’t watching you scoop ice cream. Both of their eyes were trained are your round ass cheeks squeezed into that pair of cute little shorts. Bakugou bit his lip and exhaled slowly. He could not get hard right now. No, no, no.
You turned back around, completely oblivious to their wandering eyes, and handed them the finished cones. “Here ya are, boys. That’ll be $5.”
“Thanks, cutie.” Kaminari pulled a twenty-dollar bill from his wallet and slipped it into your hand, his fingers lingering a little too long on yours. “Keep the change.”
“Thanks, Chargebolt. Dynamight. Y’all enjoy!” And then you were helping the next customer in line, leaving them both standing off to the side, watching you as their ice cream cones began to slowly melt in the blistering heat of the summer.
And that’s how Bakugou ended up coming to your ice cream truck three times a week for a stupid strawberry cone just to watch you, hear your voice, and let your sunshine brighten his otherwise empty days.
It had gotten to the point where he would hang around until you went on a break, and the two of you would sit out on the beach together, small talk turning into deeper conversations. The first time you grabbed his arm in a fit of giggles over one of his dry humor jokes, it felt like his entire body had caught on fire, as if the sun itself had reached out and touched him. He found himself drawn to you, orbiting around your glowing energy.
Weeks went by as the two of you spent more and more time together at your little ice cream truck. He memorized every little tidbit of information you fed him. He knew your favorite color, your favorite song, and your favorite spots on the beach. And while those were important, what felt more vital to him was memorizing the way your eyes crinkled up in the corners when you’d smile, how you buried your toes into the sand when you sat down beside him, and the way the sun shown on your skin, making you glitter and shine like some kind of goddess.
The nights slowly began to grow cooler, and you only grew closer together.
One night, when the cool wind coming off the ocean had become too chilly, he wrapped you up in his hoodie. Seeing it dwarf you and swallow you, filled him with burning desire. The way the sleeves hung past your hands and the way the hem fell past your little shorts giving the illusion that you were wearing nothing underneath had him adjusting himself and praying to any god that would listen that you couldn’t tell how hard you were making him in that moment.
And he didn’t even complain when you joked about stealing it. The fact that you had something of his felt right. But you did give it back the next day after washing it. He swore he’d never wash it again when he put it back on, completely wrapped up in your sweet scent that smelled like vanilla ice cream and sea salt.
He hadn’t even realized how hard he was falling in love with you until one day, the ice cream truck wasn’t on the beach where it should have been. Anxiety gripped him and it felt like a rock had formed in his stomach. He grabbed the nearest person on the beach, and barked in their face, asking where the hell the ice cream truck went. But they didn’t have an answer.
Feeling lost, Bakugou wandered up and down the beach, hoping that he’d stumble across your truck and see you in it, serving up your homemade cones. But he didn’t. You were nowhere to be found.
It was like someone had stolen the sun from the sky. Where the hell was his sunshine? Where the hell were YOU? Feeling like he had no other choice, he went to Kaminari. Surely the idiot would know where you went. So the following day, Bakugou went out of his way after his patrol to corner him in the locker room.
“Oi, dunce face. Where the hell did the ice cream truck go?” Bakugou asked, not even bothering to hide his aggravation.
Kaminari’s brow furrowed and he rubbed his chin before snapping his fingers in remembrance. “Oh, she usually closes up shop when it gets too cold. Did you not notice her sign in the truck? Yesterday was her last day on the beach.”
Fuck. He had been so caught up in you that he hadn’t paid any attention to anything else. And you didn’t even say anything! “Do you know where she went?”
“I think she works down at the coffee shop around the corner during her off season.” Kaminari explained. As if he had finally noticed that there was something different about Bakugou’s agitation, he raised an eyebrow coyly. “Why do you ask, Kacchan?”
“None of your damn business,” he snapped before turning on his heel and immediately heading to the coffee shop to confront you.
The entire walk to the coffee shop, he couldn’t help but let his mind run away with worry. Why hadn’t you told him that you were closing down the ice cream truck? Or that you were going to work at the coffee shop? And why the hell hadn’t he asked for your number yet? He mentally kicked himself for not being at least a little more forward with you.
As he opened the door to the small coffee shop, your sing-song voice met his ears.
“Welcome to– oh, hey, Katsuki!”
He felt his cheeks heat at the use of his first name in such a public space. Before, it had only been said in the quietness on the beach between the two of you. His heart melted as he walked up to the counter and saw you in a cute apron tied around your chubby waist.
All worry and anxiety evaporated from him as he gave you a little smirk. “Hey, sunshine.”
You smiled brightly at the nickname before cocking your hip to the side, ready to take his order just like the first time he laid eyes on you. “What can I get you?”
“Just your number. Can’t have someone else stealing my sunshine from me again.”
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MULTIPART-WORK MASTERLIST
PAIRING: Hades! Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x F!Eurydice! Reader
SYNOPSIS: “But if the destinies refuse my vow, and no remission of her doom allow; Know I’m determin’d to return no more; So both retain, or both life restore.” - Book the Tenth of Ovid’s Metamorphoses
LENGTH: unplanned
WARNINGS: death, mild dark content, hurt/comfort, greek mythology, violence, dubious abduction, ancient greek religious themes, power dynamics, moral ambiguity, period misogyny, gore, body horror, angst, attempted sa
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- PROLOGUE
- CH. I - A SIMPLE UNDERSTANDING
- CH. II - ICARUS
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WORLDBUILDING RULE NUMBER ONE: PUT A FUCKING EQUATOR IN YOUR WORLD MAP
WORLDBUILDING RULE NUMBER TWO: IF THERE ARE POTATOES IN YOUR WORLD THERE MUST BE AN ANDES FROM WHERE THEY CAME FROM
WORLDBUILDING RULE NUMBER THREE: PUT. A. FUCKING. EQUATOR. IN. YOUR. WORLD. MAP.
WORLDBUILDING RULE NUMBER FOUR: ANY PLACE SOUTH OF THE EQUATOR CAN AND MUST BE AN ARGENTINA EQUIVALENT
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Patreon, Squarespace, Gumroad. What do all these online spaces have in common? A monopolizing payment processor. My hand slipped and I contacted the ACLU, the FSC, and the MA Bar Association for legal assistance. If you’ve been fucked over by draconian nsfw bans please join my Mastercard Injury Mailing List.
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‼️ATTENTION TUMBLR USERS‼️
📺 🚨 Emergency Broadcast 🚨 📺
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american trad/heavy metal anon here (you have successfully cornered all of my hyperfixations thank you sm):
price tries to be so gentlemanly!! he tries!! he is nothing like soap and hopes he never will be!! BUT your getting your whole back tattooed!! shoulder to buttcheek!! (side note my back tattoo is coming up!!) and all ur wearing is nipple pasties (xl of course because those little ones could never cover up what you have) and a gstring bikini bottom because he NEEDS access to your whole back and butt...that doesn't mean he hates that he has to rest his arms on your thick ass or move your rolls out the way to access certain parts of ur back. oh for sure when he's tattooing ur butt and watching ur fat ass jiggle when the needle hits it, he has to adjust his pants a few times
he's trying so hard to be good, truly, but it's hard because he doesn't even recognize that he's whispering praise to you the whole time.
he's got a big hand on your back, holding you still as his tattoo machine glides across your skin to put down the line work, and he's leaned in real close to make sure he gets the cleanest lines possible. you almost miss the sound of him talking over the blaring of soap's music from across the shop, but you can still hear him.
"good girl, sitting so well for me. like a fuckin' rock. take the pain so pretty, love. we'll see how much more of it you can take, but you'll be a good girl all the way through, won't you? gonna be braggin' on you for a while, pet."
it makes you want to be the Very Best At Sitting Ever, and you resolve to continue to sit well throughout the entire process. you feel his big hands holding the skin flat and smooth, but also sometimes petting at you a little? is that a part of this? you're never had your back or ass done before, you aren't sure. at a certain point he passes the needles over a particularly tender section at your side that makes you squeak a little. before you can mentally beat yourself up for failing you feel a large, warm palm placed on the back of your neck that makes you feel like you're going to melt into the table.
"doin' all right, it's all right, just settle f'me, yeah? been such a good fuckin' girl f'me, just keep being good a little longer. keep being sweet. bit more to go, love."
his voice is so low that you're, like, 90% convinced he's just saying his internal monologue out loud.... but it drops to 0% when he finishes, pats you on your bare thigh, leans in close, and says 'good fucking girl, come to the mirror and look at your reward.'
you try not to think too hard about how john rushes off to the bathroom as soon as you're done, holding a small garbage bag full of used paper towels and gloves in front of his crotch while telling you to email him about your next session over his shoulder.
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