Hey, Could You Write A Kisaki Tetta X Chubby Reader Story Where The Reader Gets Bullied A Lot By Her

Hey, could you write a Kisaki tetta x chubby reader story where the reader gets bullied a lot by her classmates and she tries to hide it frpm him and pretends everything is fine? If you don't want to write for Kisaki, Hanma is okay too.

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DOUBLE STANDARDS

༊·˚ HANMA SHUJI X CHUBBY READER

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ content warnings bullying, ooc hanma, suggestive themes, brief description of injuries, hints of body insecurities, characters are both 18+.

hanma confronts you about a bruise.

hanma is no stranger to the odd looks given to him by the elders and children alike and currently students. whispering as they've seen him leaning on his bike, a cigarette on his mouth while waiting for his chubby girlfriend to finish her school works.

he wasn't really supposed to take you home or maybe to some place to hangout knowing how studious you are. kisaki have no plans today and there's no gang fight for him to join and it wouldn't hurt to see you in your school uniform. flicking his cigarette he hears the ringing of bell. signalling the end of classes for that days and it was minutes before students rushing to get home flooding the school gates.

who the hell is this guy? he can almost hear the thoughts of the students after seeing him in his bike parked outside school gates. he's used to the stares and them being cautious to a guy like him. he was not dressed for this kind of institution and definitely not a student. with his tattoos in big bold letters in the back of his hand and the color of his hair and the way it was styled added by his simple henley white shirt and the earring dangling in his ear. shuji hanma is not good news.

he was about to put his cigarette in his mouth when he spotted the plush figure of his girlfriend walking among the crown. he didn't tell you that he's picking you up today. discarding the half-finished cigarette, it wasn't a habit of shuji to throw a cigarette that he still can smoke but he did promise you he won't be smoking when he's near you or you just tolerate him when he really needed a smoke.

“sweets.” he calls you and you almost stumbled from being startled. “shuji.” you greeted him and he didn't missed the way your adorable face lights upon seeing him and he's the same. his mood turning into something of a joy upon seeing you and he was right. it was worth the wait. his sight raking to the expanse of your body. wearing your school uniform showing your thighs covered with thigh high socks that is tight to your thick thighs. he can see the flesh bulging and the way your uniform hugs you. he's about to take a peek above your socks when he notices it.

a bruise in the back of your wrist. the sleeve of your uniform wasn't covering it and you immediately rolled your sleeve down when you notice him staring at it.

“how long?” he questions you and you flinch when he uses that voice on you. a sour expression in his face and you didn't see hanma being this disturbed in the duration of your relationship. “it's nothing. i just knocked some books and it bruised.” you answered him but you didn't dare to meet his gaze.

“don't lie to me, sweets. how long and i want names?” he further pressed the topic and you got irritated at it. stomping you adjust your bag. “you know, i'm going home and i'm walking.” you didn't give him the time to respond before you're running more like walking faster. hanma chuckles at your behavior. finding your stomping cute and you look like penguin waddling and that's a nice way to avoid a question.

he gets back to his bike and started the engine before revving it up to follow you. “come on, sweets.” he calls you. slowing his bike to catch up to you. “i just want the names.” you turned around to meet him. “i'm not doing it. i know you, shuji.” hanma laughs at you as you continued to walk then you leave him no choice when you're this stubborn to him.

he places the stand of his motorcycle before going after you. he easily hoists you up until your legs are dangling. you squirmed against him. it was embarrassing to be carried like this and you applauded your boyfriend's strength mentally. carrying you like you weigh nothing. he ignores your pleas and struggles to him until he forces you to sit in the back of his bike. he didn't even gave you the chance to complain when he already fastened the straps of your helmet and your bag is dangling in the handle of his bike. She doesn't gave you any room to speak for yourself before starting the engine of his bike and taking you somewhere you didn't know.

a child's playground is where he took you. it was deserted at this time of the day and you were kind of glad for it but at the same time bummed that you're alone with your boyfriend and he's about to grill you about where your bruise came from.

“i told you, it was an accident.” shuji hums. not convinced at your reason. “i beat people and they hit me, i know an accident when I see one, bunny.” his golden eyes gleaming as he looks at you. smirking when he sees you defeated. “fine.” you gave up at him and there you go spilling the details of what happened to you. “i'm used to it, shuji.” your voice solemn and you look like you were in the verge of crying and hanma isn't used to this side of you.

“being used to it does not mean you tolerate shit, bunny. i taught you to stand for yourself, bunny.”

“i don't want to get in trouble and my parents would be mad.”

hanma laughs that he's almost clutching at his stomach. “hah! laugh to your heart's content, idiot.” you pouted at him. “you know, you're a badass trapped being a goody two shoes. mommy and daddy's perfect child.” he mocks you and you bit the inside of your cheek. this was normal to you since you dated hanma. a gangster and good for nothing your parents would call him but he doesn't care and it doesn't hinder him from dating you.

“not sorry, sweets. come let's get the ice cream you really loved and i'll take you home.” he said before stealing a kiss from you. “you just wanted to get my parents pissed.” you commented and hanma chuckles. “damn right, i do.” he says and you're hugging him from behind. your face pressed in his back and then he gets you the ice cream in the convenience store.

after dropping you, hanma cracks his knuckles. he got some business to tend too.

it was like a scene from a movie. a weird one. how one your bullies came apologizing to you with a busted lip and black eye and the girls are repeatedly apologizing to you and promised you that they won't bother you again and you know who's in the middle of this.

“shuji. i told you it's none of your business.” are the first words that came running in your mouth when you spotted him waiting for you outside the school gates. “doesn't matter. already taken care of and maybe i should do it often. i like seeing you mad.” you sigh at him. you did really fall for this man and it's deep.

he pulls you closer. his lanky arms wrapped around your plush waist. squeezing your round stomach. “you know what, i need something from you.”

“what is it?”

“need you to see you in your uniform in private.”

you punched his chest and you look at him. grinning that you want to wipe that grin off from his face.

“i know you want it too, bunny. besides i have been dying to get my head crushed by your thighs.”

earth-42 prowler! miles morales won't leave my thoughts.

WOUNDS FOR ME TO HEAL

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ content warnings body image, talks about insecurities, mentions of past traumas, angst, ooc geto and gojo. i wrote this at five am and i still have not sleep yet.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ notes i'm sorry for the lack of update on this series. I've kind of lost interest in this one since i'm no good in plotting and writing multiple chaps. you can read from how it have gotten boring starting from the previous chapters. i apologize now for the confusion of the plot.

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to break from the past you desperately want to forget, facing them is the only choice you have left to move forward and is forgiveness is easy to be given as it was forgetting.

your fingers reach for the switch. flipping it and the light turns on, illuminating the bathroom where you spent your days staring at the large mirror by the sink. back in the days you avoided mirrors finding your reflection repulsive added by the torture where they forced you to touched yourself. confidence isn't the only qualities you wished you have and maybe thing weren't be this bad. a constant battle to yourself where you always lose.

grabbing the collar of your coat, you slowly removed it, followed by stripping out of your blouse and then your pants until you were left in your undergarments. there in the mirror stood you.

your reflection clear as the daylight and you can see every imperfections that you hated. the words came echoing how the strangers surrounded you holds such sharp tongues about your body when they didn't live on it. the venom in the words stinging your skin like it was a sin to grew with a body you have.

you scan your body with every flaw you can see starting from your face. round and the baby fat since you were born didn't dissolve as you grew up. the cheeks remains the same. you slightly cringe at the pain surfacing. this is where gojo have pinched your cheeks so bad that they started to bruise. he pays no attention to your eyes swelling with tears, too indulged in the feeling of the softness of your cheeks that he can't believe that they were that squishy and the many times where they would grasp it when they force to look in the eyes. geto is cruel when he comes to cup your cheeks in his hands and your jaw also.

then your eyes. the eyes you own where it cried tears. there's nothing bad about them. it just it have seen the hundreds of event in where they defiled you. the degrading actions you have done out of their expenses and you hear nanami's words. “they're kind. the gentlest of eyes i have seen in a person. never to cloud with wrath and kindness is the only thing you could ever see.” you remember him saying that to you. one night when you're in the brink of losing yourself and you lost the hope to move forward. you find his own eyes staring back at you. honey is the color of them and when you look farther it's brown and then this close it's a different shade of color. a sugar caramelizing in a hot pan and the thought of nanami's eyes brought you peace.

you see your lips curving into a smile in the reflection but it turns into a thin line when your eyes move to look at your flabby arms. the slightest of movement and just holding of it moves. you remember a joke to one of your skinny classmates that it is almost the size of their legs while it's true, you thought that they should have never pointed it out since you already knew it and it's not like within seconds it would disappear.

it was with you in a different time of the span of your life and then the biggest insecurity that comes into view is your stomach. it was round with the pooch almost drooping down but it is still big that pokes in tight shirts and where you find him lying down. your palms touch the squishy flesh. you grabbed a handful of it before letting it go. watching it jiggle and you look at it weird. it once carried life and after scrutinizing yourself from head to toe. you never changed and only gained the weight. you laugh at yourself like you heard something stupid. you tried to lost the weight but it's something that won't leave you and you accepted it. long ago where you've decided you want to be a better version for yourself and for the people that surrounds you, especially the two who have been your light.

after your little session with yourself, you made it a habit to do so. to remind what needed to be done and you won't be blinded again by such pretentious acts. part of you wanted to fight but you were weak and you cannot be weak when you want to fight. you set aside the thoughts for tonight, what happened earlier scared you. meeting him early wasn't intended but you did and it scares you. what if you suddenly revert back to the old helpless you. your body can betray you at such times and you needed a mind to remind and you scoff. you act like the wounds and how they scarred you didn't turned your flight or fight mode. there are things that much needed your attention and you're only starting to wrap things up.

after a quick bite, you quickly made your way to your work cubicle. paperwork's are starting to pile and you don't want to be buried underneath by it and you start except there was a huge bouquet of flowers sitting in your desk. an arrangement of deep purple hyacinths and daffodils. there's no note about it but you knew where this is coming from. without a second thought you grabbed the flower arrangement that cost more than what its worth and dunked it into your trash can. you didn't need it. it's a distraction and flowers won't make you forget and forgive. it would cost more than that.

sighing, you rubbed a sore spot in your temple. taking a big breath and exhaling. you settled in your chair. punching the keyboard with the documents needing to be submitted in the later day. glancing at the already wilting flowers rotting in your trash. this isn't going to be easier. they're already moving and sooner or later you're going to meet them. your fears already coming back and you clenched your fists. crumpling the paper you hold.

“satoru~”

a flirtatious voice coming from his fiancee who is seated on his lap. poking him with her acrylic nail in his cheek to get his attention. “you're not spending time with me anymore.” her voice sad and the gloss in her lips sticks upon pouting. gojo almost rolls his eyes but for appearances and to satiate his fiancee's attention from him, he plays along. “sayuri, i am. why are you in my lap then?” he bites his tongue from making it sound sarcastic but his fiancee was oblivious to it and continues her childish whims to to him.

“because i missed you and i want your attention.” her hands creeping up on his thigh and satoru winces from it. he hold her wrist. “laters, baby. i'm expecting company.” he interrupts her advances and it made her annoyed.

“with who?” she asks. batting those eyelashes that made her look like a stupid bitch. “suguru.” her eyes brightened like she received a good news. “then he won't mind.” she says. trying to convince him of staying but gojo isn't convinced in the slightest. sayuri's been desperately clinging to him since college and hasn't left his side ever she knows that they were about to be engaged and now engaged, she's been worst.

“private matters between us and it's not your business.” he doesn't look at her and his sight stays glued to his phone. sayuri smiles at him before kissing his cheeks and then getting up on his lap much to her dismay. she began to slowly walk away and part of her hopes he would call her and ask her to stay. say he don't mind and suguru could go fuck himself if he don't want her staying him but it was a far cry from what she hoped. deep down, she's always second to the bitch that got the best friends head over heels even if they won't show it, especially satoru but what about it, the fat bitch's probably dead and she's the winner. satoru belongs to her and later suguru would be next. the heels click against the cold floors and that's the only thing she hears as she walked away from her fiancé's office and with her thoughts.

his eyes search for something, specifically someone. the one who had been haunting him since that accident. your disappearance were a blow to him and he longs to see you again even a glimpse of you is enough to know you were alive and within in his grasp.

he spots you taking a phone call, papers in your hand as you diligently arranged them while being in a call and it was enough for him. a small smile etched in his face. while in the elevator ride, you didn't change after that. still plump and you look like you've gained more and his hands itched to touch you. feel your body move and hear your voice.

despite busy schedules he took time to meet satoru who was equally busy as him. he's building his own firm with the influence he have it won't take long before it's established and he already have people following him and he was earning from it.

the elevator dings, stepping out. he barely glanced at satoru's secretary. what's the reason to check up on his secretary when he usually frequents the building and is a long time friends with the ceo.

upon entering, he finds satoru in deep thought. “yo, satoru.” he casually calls him and satoru perks up at the sound of his voice. they settled in one of the couches except for where he's seated as the ceo.

“is there a progress, satoru?” he began. since you were in gojo's turf working under him, he let gojo shoot his shot at you and from the looks of it, the answer is disappointing and when this kind of dilemma occurs. patience isn't what satoru's next move. it would be brash and that will definitely spook you for good. suguru chuckles at satoru's silence before sipping from his cup or tea he brewed.

“flowers won't win her, satoru and certainly not those gifts you've been dumping on her desk. bet she'd thrown that out. she's not you fiancee.”

gojo groans at the thing where his fiancee is brought up and the failed attempts of wooing you anonymously. you know it was him but choose to ignore it without hesitation of dumping his gifts and not even showing the faintest of appreciation.

“and what do you propose, suguru?”

they both exchanges gazes and they know what the answer is. they have to meet you, personally.

it's been a year since you've started working here for the company and your supervisor have taken a liking to you. you were more like of her assistant than the other and you kinda felt bad about it since you're eclipsing her job but the other's fine with it means she could slack and you can even workloads now with the same pay check. you didn't complain though and with your supervisor being this attentive you might get the recommendation you needed to rise and it would be a good reference for when you're about to switch jobs.

currently, you were busy preparing the files that were needed for a meeting. the client decided they would like to meet up in a private restaurant. it wasn't a first to you since you've dealt previous appointments similar to this and besides your supervisor was going to be there or is she?

apparently, she have to cancel and let you handle this one since she trusts you she says before running to the upper floor to get her other duties. it was last minute that's why she have to let you go alone and you accepted it without hesitation cause you were just getting over proposals. get them to sign and you're done. it's courtesy to transact faster.

a high-end restaurant is where they have decided and you weren't surprised by it. half of the work force who have the same job as yours and exclusive clients choose to use restaurants like this as a meeting place.

upon arrival, you greeted the host and told the name of the client.

“hi, i have the reservation under mr. kobayashi for three pm.” you politely inform him and the host nods before ushering you to a private room. “mr. kobayashi informed us that he will be running late and you have to wait here.” the host told you and you nod. understanding the situation and this happens occasionally. you thanked him before seating in one of the chairs. you didn't bother to notice the arrangements since your supervisor isn't available at the moment. thus, you began to review the files you were about to show mr. kobayashi.

the doors open and that takes your attention from the files you were checking. your head low and when you raised your head. standing up to greet mr. kobayashi. the words for stuck before you can utter his name.

it wasn't mr. kobayashi, a balding man, whose in his fifties in a suit is what you expected instead it was two of them who have entered. a matching suit and tie but it differs in color. a navy colored suit is what gojo wear and a coal black suit for geto.

“stay where you are, (y/n). we have things to discuss.” suguru started and your legs felt weak. your heart beating rapidly and your hands starts to feel clammy. you want to throw up and just like that, it looks like you were teleported back in that cold room where you lay naked without a voice to speak and the strength to fight back.

after ordering the waiter to come back for a another hour, you feel trapped again with no means of escape. they can easily hold you down and worse, do it again. you have never felt this fear so you distract yourself from taking a sip of water.

they both sat down in their chairs beside you. not too far, not too close but it doesn't ease your nerves. you placed your hand in your thigh, your leg hasn't stopped shaking. a tick that developed, being triggered when you are put in a stress.

satoru places his hand in your shoulder. “don't touch me.” you muster the courage to speak up and he was quick to retract his hand back to its place. a touchy asshole who can't live without any physical contact. he was visibly annoyed and suguru shoots him a look.

“we won't do anything to you, (y/n). we just want answers.” suguru assures you. you take a brief look at him and you take a deep breath.

“answers for what? i'm not obligated to answer the questions you want to ask.” you swallowed thickly. you should have done it a long time ago. talk like this but you would get a spanking for it.

satoru rolls his eyes. you were this feisty since college and he's getting the full brunt of it right now. he's not the same anymore he would tell himself but sometimes he still is. “what happened to you that night?” is the first question he asked you. they know what happened to you that night but it would ease them if the answer comes from you.

you raised a brow at him. tears pooling at the corner of your eyes. you didn't have much memory of it except for when you woke up at a hospital with nanami and haibara at your side.

“i don't know. i just woke up in a hospital. doctors saying i was in coma for two days. might as well be dead.” you say without hesitation and you just want to leave this room.

their expressions is what you cannot make. disbelief? confusion? guilt? you laughed at the last part since when these two felt guilt about what happened to you. they certainly didn't feel guilty when you were crying your eyes out begging them to stop.

“why come working at my company, (y/n)-chan?” gojo was the next to ask you and you want nothing than to wipe that look on his face.

“don't you call me (y/n)-chan. i am not your (y/n)-chan. i needed a job. isn't it that obvious.” you want to scoff at him and you didn't dare make eye contact to the both of them.

“you transferred hospitals and never came back. w—”

“why i didn't came back?” you interrupted geto. oh boy, you were starting to spit venom. “so what? you can fuck me all over again?”

gojo was about to open his mouth again but you beat him to it. “it's not what it is? you didn't mean it? what? you two are changed people now? stop with the excuses and please i want to be excused in this farce of a meeting.”

“you're not resigning.” gojo warns you. “rest assured i'm not going to. i'm not planning to break my contract.” you tell him. your voice barely above a whisper. trying to keep your tears at bay.

“(y/n)...” suguru mutters. his hand holding your cheek and you close your eyes. his touch repulsed you but why does your body wanted to be held like this. he comes closer. “we can't change what we did to you but will you allow us to make it up to you?”

you opened your eyes and you met his own and it just reminded you of the misery and the torture they put you through. the same eyes who looks at you like you were trash is now somewhat holding warmth. you glance at gojo and he was also anticipating for your answer.

you inhaled and then exhaled. a stray tear rolling down in your cheek and it pains them to see you hurting from what they have done. they'll do anything in their power to make up for the pain they caused you. say the word and they'll do it. your forgiveness is what they wanted and maybe your affections too but they won't take that chance easily.

your eyes searched for the sincerity in their looks and mostly in their eyes and it was honestly true to their words and you hate yourself for what you are about to answer.

“i'll think about it.”

ohh yess we should do it with the most twisted smut ever existed, sth goes like this:

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponent al, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the ool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick thribbing, first clenching, ear rining, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, cant walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail stractching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, he could put a nuclear bomb inside me and i'd still ride.

And yeah i luv u too <3

duly noted, yandere anon. i'll get to it once i've finished my requirements.

I'm waiting till midnight to send you a link of a smut JJK x Reader doujinshi i just found on pixiv😏.

Keywords: Snow Leopard Gojo Satoru, Wolf Geto (separate). Oh and there'd be daddy Toji and his son Megumi too <3

😭, you're mean. i'm still reeling from that ask and you're here again with another. gimme the link!

omg the stsg series is fire. i love it🔥

warning for shai (my fav author): please ignore this ask if it makes u uncomfy, y/n is kinda manipulative here, mention of guilt-tripping, angst.

I hope y/n can make satoru and suguru fall in love with her, ABSOLUTELY head over heels with her that they feel so bad, so guilty after everything they've done. Hope they'd try to make up for everything, try to apologize, try to buy her expensive gifts, saying that they've changed for the better and willing to do anything to make up for bullying her for such a long time. Satoru and Geto thought she would despise them, who wouldn't? But then, it turns out that they were wrong.

Y/N is so... angelic, she doesn't even hold a grudge. She treats her bullies with absolute kindness which makes them feel so guilty, yet makes them fall in love with her, harder and harder as days passed.

Who wouldn't fall in love with her?

Gojo thought he found the one. The one that actually loves him for being himself, not for his money, not for fame, but for him.

Geto thought he found the one. The one that tolerates his mistakes, the one that forgives him after everything he have done.

She is the one. Or so they thought.

~

Manipulate them into falling in love, guilt-tripping them. Then after having them head over heels... just...

CRUSH THEIR HEARTS INTO PIECES.

MAKE 'EM SOULS SHATTERED.

remind 'em that no one would ever, ever truly love them. No one. They do not DESERVE such thing called:

Love.

ANON, I-I —OH MY. I CAN'T 😵‍💫