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meowdarame · 2 years

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Sometimes I truly love myself but on other days I feel like what people say about me being ugly is true and idk what to do at this point because I usually just cry till I forget about it but it just comes back

hello anon! thank you for your vulnerability, and as someone who used to really struggle with this exact thing, i’m gonna give my insight under the cut.

i think that as a society we place way too much emphasis on looks, aesthetics, and physical beauty; ideally, trivial things like these shouldn’t even matter at all! however, it’d be utterly naive of me to say that one’s physical appearance doesn’t affect or shape their lived experiences, because more often than not, it does. in reality, people do treat others differently based on their appearances, and it’s so many levels of fucked up.

i remember reading somewhere that “pretty privilege” is rooted in racism, colorism, texturism, classism, fatphobia, and a whole plethora of other -ism’s and -ia’s. i find this to be true— these systems aren’t only put in place to physically/economically oppress minorities, but to also diminish our sense of self-worth and self-esteem. and this lowered sense of self-worth is just another way to subjugate minorities, to keep us submissive or subservient, and to trick us into buying into these fallacious notions of “beauty” (which are often based on western/eurocentric ideals, at least in places that were heavily colonized by europeans.)

moving on from the holistic, (and feel free to disregard everything i said up there ^ if it made no sense HAHA), here’s my one, cardinal piece of advice: give yourself grace. a lotta people like to boil down self-love to something akin to a destination, like it’s this arduous journey up a mountain and “self-love” is the mountain’s peak. but i honestly don’t think it’s like that at all. y’know, you’re always learning and growing as a person, and at other times, you’re unlearning or maybe even regressing, and that’s okay. people aren’t meant to be stagnant, you’re meant to change, and the least you can do for yourself is be gracious with yourself as you navigate through life.

and in the same way that self-love isn’t a destination, it’s also not a static state of being either. some days, i think i’m the best person in the world. other days, i think i’m a piece of shit! but that’s why grace and self-forgiveness are all the more important on those days. it’s what will help you understand that “hey, i’m not perfect, and that’s okay.”

tl;dr (bc i know i rambled a bunch LOL) but those people who are saying you’re ugly are pricks, and grace is the best gift you can give yourself! (also, and this is by no means meant to be facetious in any way, but therapy and counseling work wonders. i know it’s scary and it’s not the most accessible service, but if you do have the means, i highly recommend it! i honestly think that everyone should go to therapy lol)

sending you love thru the screen!! 💞

#🎲.answers #🎲.discourse #💌— nonnie!!#tw.racism #tw.fatphobia #tw.classism #tw.colorism #tw.mental health #tw.discourse

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hajimeiwaswife · 2 years

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ALL TOO WELL

AN: This is part of the Chubby Chasers Collab by @kyovtani ! Thank you so much for the amazing chance to write for chubby readers. Give love to all the works of the amazing writers taking part in it! Feedback is highly appreciated 💖🥺

Pairing: Toya Todoroki x Chubby!Reader (F!Reader)

Warnings: incest, voyeurism, slight fatphobia, breeding kink, oral (F!receiving), penetration, masturbation.

WC: 2.5K

Summary: Shoto witnesses the sickness of his family.

Sequel

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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The Todoroki family was the ideal one in the eyes of society: a good father and hero, three sons of high value and two intelligent daughters. No one knew anything about the mother of the creatures, not that Endeavor was a talkative person, but they supposed she couldn't be that bad if the kids were so well behaved.

Anytime Shoto received a compliment about his family he felt the urge of spitting on the person's face, laugh about the naivety present in front of him. But how could they know? How could they know his family was the most disturbed, disgusting, nauseating and sick of all? His father an absolute abuser; to the point where his mother turned the face of her very own son into a failure painting; to the point of convincing his elder daughter of acquiring the role of a housewife; to the point of causing Natsuo so much trauma that he didn't return after finishing college; to the point where he himself abhorred his left side; to the point where his eldest brother and his little sister turned into monsters.

He knew. Everyone in the family knew. He was surprised it didn't reach the ears of the press yet. It all started after an argument caused by Enji, Shoto was there, he remembers it all too well.

The five siblings and his father were sat at the table having dinner, as a normal Christmas Eve night. Somehow, Fuyumi had convinced everyone to come back home for the holydays, expressing her concern for the littlest Todoroki, who still lived with their father as she was in college.

How could they say no? Their little sister was alone with a monster, she needed them. Shoto's hero instincts boosted and he appeared the 24th of December at his old house with a bottle of wine and some sweets.

Enji presided the table, at his right was Fuyumi, and next to her Natsuo. At his left was Y/n, next to her Toya; and last but not least, Shoto was in front of his father. Silence reigned, awkwardness tensing the air so much that it could be cut with a knife. Shoto was on the edge of leaving when Enji spoke, freezing the atmosphere and causing all of the siblings to frown their eyebrows.

"You should stop eating now, Y/n," he said, voice stern, the voice he used to impose himself over the rest. "I've already prepared the gym for you. Go."

Shoto looked at his little sister, who was making an effort not to cry in that very moment, face turned in embarrassment as she stood up to fulfil her father's wish. It was true she was fat, but that didn't mean she looked bad, and for what he knew, her health was the best out of all of them. Shoto was about to intervene to defend Y/n when he saw movement from the corner of his eye. The eldest sibling's hand stopped Y/n from standing up, taking her wrist delicately and motioning for her to sit on her chair again.

"What the fuck, old man," Toya said between gritted teeth, "she can eat as much as she wants. And why would she go to the gym in fucking Christmas Eve?"

Shoto nodded, as well as the other two siblings who hadn't spoken yet. Toya's hand passed from Y/n's wrist to hold her hand, thumb caressing it. Shoto, who had seen it, didn't pay much attention as his first thought was the eldest was doing his job consoling the littlest.

"Haven't you seen the recent articles? Talking about how she looks? Comparing her to you all? I'm doing her a favour." Enji continued.

"But they also said she was the cutest and most adorable out of all of us, even having a couple of singers claiming how attractive she is." Fuyumi spoke, wanting nothing else but to calm the situation down.

"They also said how her hips were as big as Russia." said Enji, scoffing.

"And is that a bad thing?" Shoto asked, right brow lifted.

"That's actually a fucking compliment." completed Toya "Have you finished?" he asked gently to the girl.

"Uh... yes," she replied, ashamed and with a trembling voice.

"Then come with me."

Shoto watched as his older brother took Y/n upstairs, hand in hand and with a Toya he had never seen before. That gentle tone wasn't what he was used to hear for sure, not even for the precious little Todoroki. But, at the end of the day, everyone was aware of his soft spot for her.

Meanwhile, Natsuo was starting an argument with their father. Fuyumi, on her part, was trying to stop it so it wouldn't escalate as it usually did. However, for what Shoto could hear, there was no way it would end in peace, and he didn't want it to, honestly. He was as mad as Natsuo and Toya about the lack of respect towards their little sister just for being how she was. And he wasn't going to lie, Shoto knew that if she weren't his sister, he would had probably already fucked her a long time ago.

Worried about her, he dismissed himself from the table, leaving the three of them to argue so he could check on Y/n. She would likely be all right with Toya, but that wasn't enough to ease Shoto.

So he went upstairs, the sound of Natsuo's angry shouts dissipating into the air as he advanced. He moved towards Y/n's room, thinking his two siblings could be in there, but the muffled sounds coming from Toya's was enough to alert him of the wrong of his thoughts.

As he approached the wooden door, he noticed the voices weren't exactly talking, but... Moaning? He furrowed his brows, confused, and neared the room even more. It was slightly opened, enough for one of his eyes to peep. And he saw it. And heard it. The sight of his siblings kissing, the sound of saliva and lips parting. He saw the way their tongues played, rounding each other hungrily; he heard Y/n's panting.

She was laid in Toya's bed and he was towering over her, legs on each side of her hips, right hand grabbing her waist and left on her cheek. Her hands, on her part, were grabbing his shirt, which was nearly off him.

Shoto couldn't believe what he was seeing. Was he dreaming? No, he wasn't, he was there, he remembers it all too well. Was he supposed to see it? No, he wasn't. But he did, nonetheless.

He saw how his brother's shirt ended at the corner of his room, torso now naked and being caressed and admired by Y/n. Her hands touching every inch of skin she could, leaving kisses on his neck and collarbone, hands passing his abs as Toya panted, clearly affected.

He also saw how Toya kissed her forehead before taking her dress out little by little. First, her thick thighs were exposed, jiggling at the movement of lifting her hips so her brother could take it off. Shoto was drooling, wishing for nothing more than to be able to die between his sister's thighs, choked by her soft flesh.

The dress kept going up, her wide hips and her waist and stomach exposed, the stretch marks shining under the dim light. Toya grabbed the flesh of her hips, grunting at the feeling, and kissed her stomach, too near to the line of her panties. Y/n sighed, hand caressing the red locks of her brother, who was busy licking her belly, biting her hips and kissing her waist.

Shoto then admired the way the dress was completely taken off and the sight of her breasts kept by her bra appeared before him. Well, before his older brother, but he was too engrossed to care.

"So beautiful," murmured Toya, who had his hands on her waist and head between her clothed chest "you don't know how much I want you."

Toya's voice was hoarse, almost pained, lips brushing over her collarbone. Shoto didn't hear what he asked her when his teeth bit her lobe, but for the way she nodded and how fast her bra disappeared, he realized Toya was asking for permission.

Before both Todoroki men were their sister's big breasts, nipples erect and stretch marks at the sides. A sight to behold. Toya didn't lose time in grabbing her left breast and taking her right nipple in his mouth, tongue licking it, lips sucking and her moans flooding the room. Shoto felt his pants getting tight, he also wanted to touch her.

Toya's hands went down her body, mouth never leaving her nipple, and took the sides of her panties, waiting for a confirmation from her to take them off. When he saw her nodding, he pulled them down, leaving her completely naked.

"Fuck," moaned Toya, taking the nipple out his mouth and observing his sister's body while licking his lips "you're so fucking pretty. Now, let nii-chan take care of you, yeah?"

"Y-yes." she breathed out.

Shoto watched intently how Toya left a thread of open-mouthed kisses down her belly to her mons pubis, and then, the sigh of pleasure his sister let out indicated him Toya had found her clit.

The eldest was licking it carefully, painfully slow, loving how his little sister was begging him to go faster. He closed his lips around her clit, sucking on it while his tongue still worked.

"N-nii-chan!" she moaned, grabbing a fist of his hair and pushing her pussy onto his face.

Shoto felt a throb on his dick, he was too turned on for his liking, but what could he do in that situation? It was too erotic, and her sister was too hot. He was envious of Toya.

The wet sounds coming from the room and the moans and whimpers from the Todoroki girl were all that could be heard, pitch getting higher as she approached her climax. Toya's hands were debating whether he should open her up more or close her legs around his head, pinching at the flesh of her big hips.

"I-I'm coming." she murmured, and the slurping sound only intensified until their sister moaned loudly "Toya-nii!"

Little whimpers came from her mouth as Toya cleaned her up, tasting her fluids. Shoto was absorbed, gazing at them both, wanting to feel disgusted but finding it too thrilling. He needed to release his dick from his pants, for the pain was becoming unbearable.

At that moment, he saw how Toya got riffed off his pants and underwear, a nearly 7 inches dick getting freed, thick and the tip licking pre-cum. Shoto was ashamed to admit it, but it was pretty. His dick throbbed again.

Toya laid above his sister once more, kissing her on the lips, tongue caressing her lower lip. "Let me show you how hot you actually are." he then kissed her neck while positioning himself and lining up his dick with her entrance.

Shoto could see from the door how his brother's dick disappeared between his sister's folds, Y/n whined while Toya grunted, pleased with the sensation of his sister's pussy. Grabbing her thick thighs, he put her legs on his shoulders and started thrusting.

The mattress creaked beneath them, the wet sound of their fluids and the slap of skin against skin filling the room. Shoto took his member, palming himself to the rhythm of his brother's thrusts, the voice of his sister being his motivation to touch himself.

"Such a slut for her nii-chan, aren't you?" asked Toya, laughing when she pouted.

"N-not a slut." she replied, moaning when Toya found a different angle.

"Oh? Really?" her brother laughed, dick going in and out, head in the crook of her neck "Wouldn't tell for how you're begging me to fuck you."

Shoto was now thrusting into his hand, the sight of his sister's thighs jiggling with the movement and the way his brother's dick was entering her was too much to keep himself from masturbating. He needed to see more, closer, to even be able to touch her, just for a little bit. But knowing his older brother and how possessive he was of his belongings, he didn't have a chance to begin with.

The loud moan coming from Y/n took him out of his thoughts and saw how one of Toya's hands was between her legs, touching her clit. Because of her breathing and her non-sense babbling he knew she was close.

"F-feels so good." she said, arms around her brother's neck.

Toya hummed, ego bursting, "Then cum on nii-chan's cock."

A few seconds later, where Shoto noticed the increased in pace of Toya's hand, their sister came with a loud moan, practically singing Toya's name. "Nii-chan, so good!"

Shoto couldn't take it anymore, that was the last stroke he needed to cum all over his hand, wishing for it to be the pussy of his sister, to be in between her legs, to be able to grab her wide hips.

"I'-I'm gonna breed you." Shoto heard, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Toya's unsteady pace. "You're gonna have my babies."

"Yes, nii-chan, breed me, please!" their sister exclaimed, overstimulation starting to be noticed.

And then, the sound of Toya's moan indicated him that he too had come. Horrified, he witnessed how his older brother had come inside their little sister.

It was silent, then, only their breaths could be heard. Shoto observed his own hand covered in cum, blissed now gone and realizing what had just happened: he had masturbated to the sight on his siblings fucking.

"Are you okay?" he heard Toya whispered and then a weak 'yes'.

They were both covered in sweat, Y/n wrapped on her brother's arms, head on his chest. 'They're cuddling...' thought Shoto, staring while Toya leaned to kiss his sister once again on the lips, tongue included.

He then decided it was time to leave, to wash himself on the bathroom and leave the oldest and the littlest be. He couldn't stop himself from feeling disgusted, sick. He had watched a horrible act, incest, his siblings having sex in front of him; and instead of stopping them, he had touched himself. And he had enjoyed it.

That was the first time he saw it, but definitely not the last one. By how loud Toya and Y/n had been there was no way the other Todoroki members didn't hear. It was clear they all knew. They were all aware of what happened and what was still happening between the two siblings, but nobody talked about it, keeping it like a secret. They all knew it was a point of no return, but nobody did anything about it. Shoto knew he now was part of the sickness that engulfed his family, but he sought no help. Was it even real? Were his oldest brother and his little sister fucking every night? Were they really?

Shoto knew it was real, because he was there, and he remembers it all too well.

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