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fvnalgirlcomplex · 5 months

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PRETTY ISN’T PRETTY ✸ J. HUGHES

and it begins!! this is irl but also mostly social media au because my tumblr is/was acting up and deleted most of what i had written and.. i’m lazy so!!! reader is referred to as ‘you’ and their looks are talked about but i tried to avoid describing looks… however… reader doesn’t have blonde hair but listen like every nhl fic uses a blonde girl for the fc so. i think its justified!! but sorry to anyone blonde reading lol. i didn’t rlly know how to end this tbh but i hope it’s still good and i hope u like it!! remember that you are beautiful! any negative things said obviously aren’t true :)

warnings: light mention/implication of an eating disorder, insecurities, hate comments, reader gets picked up (lowkey manhandled a little bit), suggestive comments (2), unedited writing

masterlist, series masterlist

fc: olivia rodrigo ( oliviarodrigo on ig )

summary: dating jack wasn’t gonna be easy, you knew that. you just thought him traveling a lot was gonna be the hardest, not being picked apart by his fans.

bought a bunch of makeup,

tryna cover up my face

i started to skip lunch,

stopped eatin’ cake on birthdays

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youruser 22!! shout out to cole caulfield

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colecaulfield thank you for the shout out. I really needed it.

youruser anything for a fan

user19 she’s so cocky omg

yourfriend the cake was so good! you should’ve had some :(

youruser the cake wasn’t very big and i don’t really like cake that much anyways lol glad you liked it though!!

jackhughes ❤️

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user373 at least she chose a blurry pic so we don’t have to see her face lmaoo

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jackhughes birthday girl 🎂

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_quinnhughes haps

youruser damn. not even a full sentence 😔

user14 even his brother doesn’t like her lmao 💀

user298 i hope she knows she’s public enemy #1

user63 bro could do sm better

trevorzegras big! 22! 2️⃣2️⃣

user86 the way she looks at him though 🥹

user7 no..

user329 why are you so miserable

user738 he did her so dirty with the second picture 😭 makeup can only do so much but somehow she looks even worse than i imagined with no makeup

“I didn’t know it was such a big deal—”

“It shouldn’t have to be a big deal, Jack! I asked you not to post it, I don’t understand why you don’t listen!”

Maybe you were overreacting. Maybe you were taking your insecurities out on Jack when it really wasn’t his fault. But, it’s hard to stay calm when you’ve started to hate what you see everytime you look in the mirror, or someone takes a picture of you and that’s when you have makeup on. Words couldn’t describe how gross you feel without makeup on.

“I think you look gorgeous. I don’t know what the issue is.” Jack responded, too nonchalantly for your liking.

“The issue is that I don’t think I look gorgeous so I don’t want it out in the world for all your fans to see.” Jack sighed at your response. He knew what this was about but to him, you the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. He just couldn’t grasp how someone like you could be insecure.

“Y/n…” He said softly, grabbing the sides of your face. The mood in the room had quickly changed from tense to sad as soon as the word fans was mentioned. “You’re stunning. I know you don’t believe me but, you really are. All those comments are from a bunch of teenage girls who are jealous. I know it’s hard to block out but you just have to try ‘cause I wanna show everyone how pretty my girl is, okay?” Jack finished, trying to cheer you up. It didn’t really work to be honest but still, through glass eyes, you looked up at him and nodded before he brought you into a comforting hug.

You wanted to believe him, you really did. But it wasn’t just teen fan girls. It was also grown men. Men your boyfriends age who thought you were just as hideous. They couldn’t have been doing it for the same reasons as the fan girls. They had to have just been being honest, right?

‘cause there’s always somethin’ missin’

there’s always somethin’ in the mirror

that i think looks wrong

when pretty isn’t pretty enough,

what do you do?

You loved spending time with Jack. And you also loved getting to spend time with the people he cared about. But the pressure of looking good before going knowing that pictures would be taken, with or without you knowing, made you want to puke.

You started planning out your outfits far in advance, what shoes, how you’d do you hair, your makeup. Everything. You told yourself over and over again that the outfit is cute. You asked Jack about it and he always reassured you that you would look beautiful in anything and the friends you’d ask say the same thing.

But that still wasn’t enough to stop your brain from making you think everything was wrong. No matter you were wearing, when you looked in the mirror it just looked… wrong. Like something was missing.

“Babe?” Your boyfriends voice came softly through the bedroom door. Jack had invited you to the Devils Halloween Party this year which would be your first New Jersey Devils event. Jack and Luke were wearing matching spider-man costumes with Nico and Dawson who were currently at the brothers apartment. “You ready?” He asked you as he poked his head into the bedroom before fully stepping in, closing the door behind him.

“Yeah, I was just looking for my cat ears.” Lie. You were overanalyzing yourself like you always did before you went out but you knew if you told Jack that he’d feel bad and tell you that you didn’t have to go if you weren’t comfortable.

It wasn’t clear if Jack really believed your lie but he glanced around the room for the headband anyways before finding it on the edge of the bed next to you and placing them on your head for you.

Still sitting on the edge of the bed from when you were putting on your boots before you caught a look at yourself in the mirror, you looked up at Jack, who’s hands stayed on the side of your face after gently placing the headband on you.

Words weren’t exchanged as he looked at you, his thumbs tenderly moving over cheeks. He moved down to place a lovingly soft kiss on your forehead and then your lipstick covered lips.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered against your mouth. You almost believed him.

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njdwag.updates y/n at the halloween party with a fellow wag. she went as a black cat 🐈‍⬛

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theotherwag sweetest girl to ever exist 🩷

user273 jacks like 🥹

user33 is this a safe space?

user649 depends…

user33 i love yn. and i love yn and jack!! they’re so cute and it’s so obvious everyone that hates her is just jealous :/

user472 REAL!!! they claim to be fans of jack but hate to see him happy… like something isn’t adding up??

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user634 wait jack went as spider-man and she went as a black cat?? she’s kinda funny for that

user710 jack probably didn’t want to outright match with her 💀

user845 her standing next to another wag.. this is so sad like jack!! wake up!!

and everybody’s keepin’ it up, so you think it’s you

i could change up my body and change up my face

i could try every lipstick in every shade

but i’d always feel the same

‘cause pretty isn’t pretty enough anyways

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njdwags y/n y/l/n at her colleges football game with friends!

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user968 everytime there’s a picture of her standing next to someone it really highlights how ugly she is LMAO

user263 idk why people hate her sm she’s so pretty

user945 she’s even prettier in person! i met her at the game and she was so nice. it’s so sad to see all the hate she gets :(

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user293 we have class together!! she’s literally so sweet and smart

user683 ugly ass

user78 she chose a college football game over her boyfriends hockey game…

user537 why does she always have her tongue out 💀

and i try to ignorе it, but it's everythin' i see

it’s on the poster on the wall, it's in like every magazine

it’s in my phone, it's in my head, it's in the boys i bring to bed

it’s all around, it's all the time, i don't know why i even try

It’s like you couldn’t stop yourself from reading comments on posts about you. You knew you should ignore but it seemed impossible to ignore at this point.

You knew the comments would be negative like they always were but you always had hope they would be nice for once. And there was nice ones sometimes! But most were so overwhelmingly negative, you couldn’t even focus on the positives.

And it wasn’t just comments either, no. Not anymore at least. Since, you’ve read the comments, it’s like all the negative has leaked out of your phone and into every aspect of your life.

It was when you visited your family over winter break, you had totally forgotten about the posters you had in past years of icons from your childhood. Icons who were so how all skinny or blonde or had stunning blue eyes or all three. The break was supposed to get you away from all that and yet, you still cried yourself to sleep that first night.

Every aspect of life also included you and your boyfriend. You knew before you and Jack had started dating, he was constantly liking other girls bikini pics on instagram. And even though he had stopped doing that, you’d still seen tweets from his fans in the past joking about how he was “always at the scene of the crime” with a screenshot of his like on a picture of the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. And while you tried to ignore it, you noticed of a pattern with all the girls. They looked a lot like the icons from your childhood. Nothing like you.

So now, late at night, when you were supposed to be having quiet and sweet moments with your boyfriend; your boyfriend that you didn’t get to see very often at that! You spent those moments thinking about those stupid likes on those stupid pictures of those stupidly beautiful girls.

And as for you, the comments had really gotten to your head. Even when you weren’t with Jack and you weren’t on your phone or in your childhood room. You still found someone to compare yourself to. It was like some kind of superpower.

and i bought all the clothes that they told me to buy

i chased some dumb ideal my entire life

and none of it matters and none of it ends

you just feel like shit all over again

Was this silly? It feel silly.

This didn’t feel like you but a change was needed.

Jack (and Luke) had been hanging out with the team all day and you had the day off. You had decided to spend the time alone shopping for clothes that you would’ve never worn before this past month and a box of blonde hair dye.

“We’re home!”

Luke’s voice rang through the apartment, snapping you out of your trance that you were in while staring out the box of hair dye taunting you on the bathroom counter.

“Y/n?” Now it was Jacks voice that made its way through the apartment.

“Bathroom!”

You could hear his footsteps come closer to the bathroom door before a knock on the door, hesitating before opening the door before him. He slipped in before locking the door behind him.

“I was gonna jump in the shower if he wanted to join me.” Jack told you, his hands sliding around your waist with his back to the door. Naturally, your hands slipped around to rest behind his neck, forgetting about the hair dye sitting on the counter.

“I think I’m gonna have to pass this time—”

“You’re gonna dye your hair?” Jack cut you off, his eyes focused behind you.

“Oh- Yeah, I just, um, wanted a change I guess.”

Jack didn’t say anything or take his eyes off of the box of hair dye. He didn’t buy it for a second but he just didn’t understand. How could you not see how beautiful you were. Jack had known the comments were bad, he just didn’t realize they were getting to you this badly. He looked back to you, who had a guilty look in your eyes. Jack sighed before moving you over to the counter, placing you next to the box.

“Baby, if you really want to dye your hair blonde; go for for it. But I don’t think you want to.” You couldn’t even look at him. You felt embarrassed that you’d been confronted about how out of hand these insecurities have gotten, even if it wasn’t really your fault. You felt like a child being scolded. “I know we’ve talked about this before but you really have to listen to me this time okay, babe?”

Jacks hand came up to your chin, gently pushing your head up to make eye contact with him.

“You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. I mean that. All those assholes just want to find someone to hate more than themselves and I’m sorry that dating me has made you a target for that. But blonde hair dye isn’t gonna make them stop. I’ll say something— I should’ve said something sooner but I’ll do it now. Just- Just don’t change for them because they won’t ever be happy. Pretty isn’t pretty enough for them, okay?”

You were crying now. Because you knew he was right and you were upset you had let them drive you crazy. You continued to cry as your boyfriends arm came around your frame. You uttered apologies, not quite sure for what, while his hand rubbed your back.

After a while, your tears stopped and Jack pulled away. “I love you. And I told you, if you really want to go blonde, go for it. I mean, you’ll look hot either way—”

“Jack!”

“Okay, okay. Blonde or no blonde.” He asked with a small smile on his face, holding up the box of hair dye.

“No blonde.”

Jacks smile grew as he threw the box into the trashcan. His hands slid down to your thighs, picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist.

“So… can we get that shower now?”

#GUTS SERIES🩸#jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #nhl imagine #hockey imagine

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gelus-ugs · 11 months

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OHSHC members when you flirt with them

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Prompt: “Did it hurt…when you fell from heaven?”

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Haruhi Fujioka

“Huh?”

Genuinely confused

She has no romantic experience whatsoever, so she has no idea if you’re flirting with her or not

“Thank you..I guess?”

Kaoru Hitachiin

“Oh.”

His face turns SO red and he freezes

He basically malfunctions 💀

I wholeheartedly believe that this man has never been actually flirted with

“Thank you..”

Hikaru Hitachiin

“Why, of course not. The very sight of your gorgeous face was enough to break my fall”

HOW IS HE SO SMOOTH-

He redirects the flirting to you

INTENSE EYE CONTACT SHAKDB

He’s simply a pro 🤷🏾‍♂️ (and the opposite of his brother)

Tamaki Suoh

“Of course not, my dear. I had you to catch me”

Flirts back 💀

You bet your ass he took a hold of your hand and kissed the back of it while making eye contact

Somehow a white rose ended up tucked behind your ear-

You can’t out-flirt the king 🤷🏾‍♂️

Kyoya Ootori

Okay, I see this going two ways with this guy

“No, not really. You see, I happened to crawl from the very depths of hell”

He just ruins the mood and goes on about his day 😭

“Why, shouldn’t I be asking you that, darling?”

Flirts back 🤭

He’s so smooth w it too

Mitsukuni Haninozuka

“Awe, thank you [Nickname]-Chan!”

He gives you a kiss on the cheek before offering you a slice of cake to show his gratitude!

He’s such a cutie 🥰

Takashi Morinozuka

He doesn’t have a verbal response

But you can tell that you caught him off guard by his body language

His eyes widen and his cheeks turn red 🤭

He gives you a kiss on the cheek as a response before walking away

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saintmurd0ck · 2 years

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footsteps

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pairing: matt murdock x f!reader

summary: your undeniable chemistry, the perfect night. it's been a long time coming, and finally, matthew murdock is in your apartment.

warnings: NO SHE HULK SPOILERS but def inspired, matt murdock's filthy mouth, matt murdock's cocky personality, smut, p in v (unprotected), oral (f receiving), someone say size kink???

a/n: credits to @buckypascal for making gifs of the scene. also, new post format?! lastly, tagging @mattmurdockspainkink and @chronicoverachiever for being there on that night and screaming about this entire episode with me 💀🙈 love you two LOTS 💗💗

You don’t waste any time getting into the apartment. Not even to fumble for your keys. They go straight in to turn the lock, and then they're yanked out. Thrown somewhere. Anywhere.

Nothing else matters now but him. All this time; every path, every decision, every bit of banter exchanged between the two of you has come down to this moment. You’ve known Matt for a very long time, but tonight… tonight feels more than familiar. Even if you’re in brand new territory.

The thick material of his suit grabs at your fingertips, tactile panels and armour-infused fabric gliding underneath your palms, clinging to the sweat that’s started to form. But you can’t think about that. You can’t think about being nervous, not when his mouth is on yours and his tongue swipes against your bottom lip, begging for entry. Right now, you shouldn’t be thinking of anything else. And rightfully so, you can’t.

Matt leans into the kiss, deepening it as a gloved hand comes up to cup your jaw, allowing for the tiniest of whimpers to slip past your lips. He stumbles, taken aback slightly at the way you’re kissing him, with a tenacity… a ferociousness he hasn’t yet experienced with you. You’re insistent, and it shows. It shows as you anchor your hand to the small of his back, nevermind that it’s all Kevlar you’re feeling and not his skin.

Oh God, his skin. The urge to see it, to touch it, to savour it, is staggering. Even though the night's only beginning, you’re impatient, and he knows it.

It’s a good thing he’s impatient too.

“You’ve got too many clothes… uh– too much suit–” you mumble, breaking away but still maintaining your distance. Or lack thereof.

Matt chuckles against your cheek, and it sounds like a promise. “There’s a zip at the back, sweetheart.”

He pulls you forward again to nip at the column of your throat, and then to leave a mark at the base of your neck, soothing the spot only with a flicker of his tongue. You can feel him straining against you now, and he’s shifting his hips, trying to get his bulge to settle where it wants to between your legs.

He’s antsy, and you get it. You understand. It’s not as if the two of you have been tiptoeing around each other for months, juggling a delicate balance of flirting and friendship and whatever the fuck else you’d describe your dynamic as.

But here you are.

Here you are.

You will yourself to pull it together as you kick your shoes off, Matt doing the same. He sets himself back upright promptly to remove his gloves, and then his helmet. You’re a little surprised at how haphazardly he tosses it onto the couch – a perfect throw, of course – considering that the suit is new and his helmet… well, his helmet cements his moniker, right? And–

Oh, enough about the helmet already.

His hair is ruffled, chesnut brown going a little orange when it catches in the yellow apartment light. He throws a billy club at the switch on your wall, muttering something about, ‘who needs a light, anyway?’

He’s handsome, and all he’s doing is standing there, his stance a little wide, and the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. You don’t need to tell him how he makes you feel; he knows it so acutely it’s as if he’s cracked open a window to your innermost desires. You suck your cheeks in, feeling heat rise to your face as you approach him. Your expression goes dark and you think you have to stop in your tracks, if only to squeeze your legs together, but your body overrides that sensation. It tells you to keep going, to disregard the second heartbeat that's manifested, so you do, fingers fumbling for the strap on the back of Matt’s neck that conceals the zip.

It’s an almost wordless exchange except for what’s whispered under your breaths; the ‘is this okay?’s and ‘yes’es that flow so easily. He reassures you as you struggle with his suit, telling you ‘it’s– the zip’s right there’ and ‘c’mon sweetheart, you got it’. And you do, in fact, got it, because now you’re tugging it down his back, exposing every inch of his delicious self to the ether and beyond.

The zip goes down to his tailbone, and the second it has no more give, you’re pushing the suit off his shoulders, coaxing the material down and off. Down and off. You’ll admire him later. There’s something else in the way first.

When you get to his waist, you repeat your newfound mantra. Down and off. Down and off. You don’t care that his abs look carved from marble, like a statue handcrafted by Michelangelo himself, or that his cock – holy fuck, his cock – is almost staring you in the face – the suit goes over his ass, down his thighs, and he kicks it off, stepping on the pant legs to get the last of the fabric off his ankles.

Now, you can look at him. And look you do.

“You know I can tell that you’re eye-fucking me, right?” he grins, lifting his arms away from his body slightly, palms turned to face you. He’s caught in an almost-shrug.

You wave his words off to run your gaze up and down his frame, starting with his broad shoulders, the scars flecking his torso, and the tiniest trail of hair from his navel to beyond his boxers. His abs contract a little with every intake of breath, flexing and rippling as if they have a mind of their own. Your eyes continue to glaze over his body, working methodically from head to toe, focusing on a different part of him each time. You can barely recognise the quiver in your own breathing when you’re done.

“Bedroom,” you command, taking one of his hands in yours, squeezing it tightly as you lead him away.

He answers with a smile.

Then, as you approach the threshold of your door, of the very place you’ve thought about having him over and over and over again, his hand slides up to tighten at your wrist. He spins you towards him, backing you up until you’re against the wall. He pins you in place, and then his lips meet yours. This time it’s intimate, and not just because of what’s about to happen. It’s intimate for all the right reasons, for all the times he’s made you laugh, or listened to you grumble about the stressors of the world. It’s for every time he’s come to you, battered and bruised, close to broken, and every time you’ve nursed him back to sanity. To health. Matthew Murdock was — is — your one-in-a-million.

Your one-in-a-million groans as he nips at your pulse, using his knee to knock your legs apart. You’re lost now with both hands tangled in his hair, while his begin to roam over your breasts before settling on your hips. Matt moves his thigh in between your legs, and presses it upwards where he hears you throb. You bear down on the hard muscle, a steady stream of moans accompanying the arching of your back. That’s the gratification you’ve been seeking, the pleasure he knows you deserve. And that he can give.

“There you go,” he purrs, waiting for your arms to go slack so he can slip the straps of your dress off your shoulders. That moment comes easily as he grinds his thigh into your pussy harder. You wonder if he can feel the growing, damp spot in your panties — his sharp exhale tells you everything you need to hear.

He reaches behind you to unhook your bra with an ease that surprises you, and then everything else follows: your dress, your panties, his boxer briefs — they’re nothing more than meaningless clothes, troublesome barriers, as they fall to the floor into one clumsy pile.

And, for a moment, as the two of you step inside the bedroom, you linger there, arms wrapped around his waist as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. He’s inhaling your scent, committing you to memory, as if nothing else – nothing – will ever come close to this. To you. He’s warm under your touch, and although his muscles are rock solid, he’s soft. He’s always had a gentle quality about him, and it’s become more apparent with every subsequent layer removed, physical and mental.

Matt braces his hands on your hips, squeezing ever-so-lightly to hold you there. Right now, he towers over you, still emanating that faint devil energy that always becomes more prominent with the suit, but you know you’re safe. It’s safe with him, and it always has been. He tilts his chin downwards, feeling your breath fan across his face.

He chuckles softly, and the sound makes your body erupt into goosebumps. It doesn’t help your case, but he drags his fingertips up your arms, touch featherlight and leaving you wanting more. He says your name, and it rolls off his tongue.

When he says it, it sounds like it was made for him.

He whispers your name again as he kicks the bedroom door shut, scooping you up to lay you out on the bed.

. . .

Moments later, there he is, forearms bracketing your face, mouth on your body, mapping every contour and curve you have to offer. He’s hungry for you, leaving wet kisses on your collarbones, moving further down to play with your breasts. He latches himself onto your nipple, sucking and circling with his tongue, grinding himself into your mattress in rhythm to your moans. You’re positive the dampness pooling between your thighs is trickling down them now. And that’s all thanks to him. Matthew.

Your Matthew.

He continues down your stomach, marking you as he pleases. You’re looking at him through your eyelashes, one hand curled tightly in his hair, trying to control your breathing, but it’s difficult. That coil in your stomach, the one that’s been loaded since the first time you laid eyes on Matthew Murdock… it’s reaching breaking point. And you need to let go.

For a moment Matt’s expression is pained, but it shifts back to focus as he nears your pussy, licking his lips to affirm the scent of your arousal sitting heavy in the air. You realise his expression is one of discomfort, but only because he wants you. He doesn’t know how much control he has over his own body. He wants to drag this out, to have you until the night gives way to the morning sun, but he needs you, more than he’s needed anything else in his life. So, there isn’t much pretense as he slides his palms under your ass and lifts your pussy to his face.

God, his tongue feels like heaven.

He licks a broad stripe up your centre, tasting you for all you are, before moving to your clit, drawing tight circles with the tip of his tongue. Still, Matt needs more. Somehow, this isn’t enough. It feels as if he’s waited his entire goddamn life for this, and if that’s how long eternity feels like, then he’s going to take advantage of every moment, of every chance to study your body and burn your pleasure into the fabric of his brain. Tasting you like this isn’t enough, so he flexes his arms, and he tightens his core, and rolls you with him until he’s lying on his back.

Matt Murdock eating your pussy is one thing, but Matt Murdock eating your pussy as you’re sitting on his face?

“Fuck– fuck, Matt, just like that,” you gasp, one hand outstretched towards your headboard, the other wound in his hair.

He says something, but it’s muffled against your cunt, and it only makes you clench harder. With the way he’s lapping at you, and then the way his tongue begins to stretch you out, you realise you’re going to implode very, very soon.

He lifts you off his mouth, and the corners of his lips twitch upwards. “Now, angel, would you like to cum for me now? Or do you want my cock?”

Maybe it's the way your banter works, but the retort flies from your lips faster than intended. “Do you really have to ask?”

His mood switches in an instant, and it should scare you — but it stirs up something wicked inside. It’s as if Matt can read your mind, or pick at this new unravelling thread, because he flattens his tongue against you again, as if something’s changed in your arousal.

“I was being nice,” he growls, and something like taunting flashes across his face. He’s testing the waters a little. Maybe he’s trying to figure out exactly how you like to take it.

“Yeah?” you respond, smugness lining your tone. You shuffle downwards to where he’s holding up his cock, having stroked it once… twice, just to show off his impressive size.

There it is again, that taunting.

Well, lucky for him, he’s not the only hellraiser this side of town.

You have him buried to the hilt in one agonisingly smooth motion, squeezing your thighs at his sides as his cock nudges against the spot that edges your vision in white.

He hisses as string after string of curses tumble from his lips, as suddenly he's enveloped in your warmth and your wetness, unable to think and almost unable to move. He has his hands on your waist, gripping so tightly you think it'll bruise, arms and abs flexing as he fights every urge within himself to cum inside you without giving you what you deserve.

He's pretty when he moans, and it's not just the blissed out expression on his face as you begin to move. His sounds are rich, and a little husky, laced with the kind of desperation you didn't think he could possess. You start to roll your hips, planting your palms on his broad chest as he lets you guide him into oblivion. Every drag of his cock along your walls sets your nerves alight, and he makes you feel so full you think you might burst.

He pleads your name. He begs you to go faster.

"What do you want, Matthew?" you drawl, lifting your hips up to bounce on his length, to writhe on top of him the way you realise he loves.

He's desperate, yet the authority in his voice remains. "Want you to cum for me, angel."

Your nose scrunches as you fuck yourself on him, breathing coming out in heavy pants as he hits that spot over and over and over again. His mouth curves into a devilish chuckle as you explode on his cock, fingernails digging into his skin as you pulsate and flood around him.

He takes this opportunity to reclaim his dominance, to flip you onto your back, pushing you into the sheets as he drives himself into you. His hips snap against yours ruthlessly as his forearms cradle your head and his mouth meets yours. The intimacy prompts you to wrap your legs around his waist, and clearly you still have a couple good thoughts left in you, because Matt's got a weakness for this.

He breaks away from the kiss to tip his head back and groan, allowing you to pull him in deeper. Sweat blooms across his hairline as he lowers his weight on your body, nuzzling his face into your neck, breathing you in and holding you so damn close. His rhythm never falters, but his strokes change, especially as he uses his hands to push your legs back as far as they'll go.

And, as if what he's doing isn't good enough, he wrestles one hand free to rub your clit.

Oh, holy shit. If this is how you die, so be it. So fucking be it.

"Matty," you whimper, interlacing your fingers behind his neck, pulling him in to kiss you again.

"Yeah, angel," he rasps, and his lips are back on yours. They're soft, and yielding, and flawlessly moulded to you.

"Matty," you whisper, and you take him over the edge with you.

. . .

In the afterglow, with the ghost of a kiss lingering faintly on your lips, you turn to him. He punctuates your question with a sentence of his own.

"When am I going to see you again?"

"Come to New York with me."

You think of the invisible footsteps right outside your bedroom door; the ones an eternity in the making. You think of how it'd be to leave your own in his apartment, to leave him with what he's given you.

It scares you a little, because your life is here. Away from New York.

It scares you because your answer is overwhelmingly easy.

From the tentative smile on Matt's face, and the blush spreading across his cheeks, you know it's the right one.

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock smut #daredevil #daredevil x reader #daredevil smut #matt murdock fanfiction #rhi writes 💻#x reader

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satocidal · 7 months

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𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ Using Geto Suguru as your personal Chair<3

— a/n: Based on the request here by @illogicallyx (I know it’s not properly what you asked for jaan, but bear with me😭)

— tw: Non-sexual PDA; geto cross dresses (non-sexual) as Rapunzel 💀; mentions of jealousy; swearing (once)

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A Gentleman. Suguru could be described to be nothing less, the word itself dropping an understatement — to the way he showed his love to you. It wasn’t extravagant in honesty, nor obnoxious—it was for you, purely and entirely. A post on Instagram every two months perhaps, and a hand on your waist as you walked through the crowded streets—that was all but a reminder to people that you were his. But within the carcass of just the two of you? He reminded you that he was yours—in all forms of him existence.

“And you know what she said next?” He hummed, thumbs drawing slow circles on the small of your back as he stared at your face, listening intently to every piece of information you dropped—“Wait,” he called out—“Isn’t this the girl who was constantly liking your stories?” He inquired, face dropping in pretend horror as you nodded with a smile.

“What a bitch,” he muttered—never once his fingers stopping as you continued drawing mindless doodles on your back.

You could only chuckle in response, “Exactly,” you drew out, “Shoko trained you well I see,” you laughed—a smile adoring his lips too as shook his head.

“Shoko didn’t do shit alright?” A deep rumble you felt, pressed against his chest—“It’s all coming for you, from here,” index pointed onto his chest, where his heart should be, he grinned.

A scrunch of your face and a whine from him—“Cheesy much?”

“Never again am i being cute with you,” you laughed because it was the third time that week that he said it (and it was only Thursday).

A small pout rested on your lips, an amused smile on his—“C’mere,” he mumbled, rough hands ever so soft as they pulled you into his embrace—“Wanna talk?” He inquired, hands patting your head to comfort.

A shake of your head and a nod in acceptance, he continued doing what he did best—holding you so long so you felt fine, felt ok.

You see, his heart ached, everytime he saw you such— even if it was over something small, you’d called it stupid once and he’d spent an entire afternoon teaching you that nothing you did, anything that made you feel wrong—it could never be stupid, not to him.

And so, it was but obvious that he pulled you closer still, hands wrapping around your waist, pulling your legs up to be wrapped around him—he treated you good, he treated you well—hell, he worshipped you in ways.

Silent was the way he carried you—beats synchronous to how close you lay—face smushed against his face and that was how he preferred it—perfection, he deemed it. And perhaps it was too, you could be as you pleased with him—no fake smiles or laughs and he let you be as well.

Basking slowly in your presence, in your grief and your radiance—Suguru was simply obsessed in ways that you loved best.

He could be rowdy at times- plenty of times.

Suguru was a decent man, men had needs, you acknowledged that. You weren’t the jealous type ped se either, but in the way his eyes remained stuck onto that certain girl in the club? You would’ve excused it too, had he not been one to be at your head, teasing you the moment you stared a moment too long at any other person besides him.

“Was it the hair or the boobs?” You grinned, settling on to the seat beside him on the couch—guilty eyes instantly trailing onto you.

“I’m not mad Su’” you giggled, he didn’t—“No I shouldn’t have,” he confessed, adorable with the little pout, as if upset that you found out.

“It’s fine,” tipsy you were, slightly, him too.

“No baby,” he concurred, brows furrowed in captivity as he turned his body to face yours—“it’s not- I- shouldn’t have- you know,” you watched him struggle and giggled all the more.

“You’re cute, you know that?” And in moments such, he wasn’t the one pulling you in—no, you simply moved over, straddling his lap—his face held in your hands softly, “I love you yeah?”

He hummed, “love you too—a lot,” he whispered, large hands wrapping around you, body leaning forward until it was his head resting on your chest—an inhale of your scent, of the perfume he bought you everytime, and it was all ok for him—so long as you were around.

“Hold still,”

“You’re literally about to pull my hair off—”

“—shut up or I will,” a roll of his eyes, a huff of yours.

A contemporary silence too—regret? His, amusement, yours.

“Just trust me, you’ll look so pretty,” you giggled, your fingers worked craftily, fast—“I’m not exactly planning on looking pretty—wait, don’t tell me you—on lords,” he groaned in the end, the strings of the brain finally pulling enough to make sense—your giggles only increased, exponentially.

“Ok listen alright, you’ll be the sweetest and hottest Rapunzel—ah! Hey!” You squeaked in the moment, eyes widening and brows furrowing as he pinched the supple flesh of your waist.

He grinned, “If I’m suffering, I’ll make sure you suffer too,” his hands lifted you slightly—you could only wonder ay how easy he made it seem, lifting you and readjusting you on his lap while you continued working.

You nodded in satisfaction, finishing up the last bits of his braided and styled-perfectly hair—he grinned, “You’ll be going as that lizard of mine?”

“Lizard?” You exclaimed—another laugh he pulled out of you as he grinned, “It’s a damn chameleon Su’” you mumbled under your breath as you looked at your piece of work with pride.

“Same difference,” he shrugged, rocking you slightly on his lap—bouncing you—“also,” you paused, eyes squinting up at him, “don’t mess the tales up—I don’t want you messing your lines-”

“-lines my ass,” he snorted, “wasn’t Rapunzel blonde?” His fingers were quick in the way they worked simultaneously, sighting off his name every few inches on your skin, pulling at the hem off your shorts—he was annoying when he wanted to be.

“You want me to dye your hair?” A smirk—his silence and then your grin.

Ps: Suguru did in fact look like the prettiest princess in the party—with Satoru as the horse and Shoko as Eugene (they did make you the chameleon after all)

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demieyesore · 1 month

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so i saw u asking for dark anakin PUHLEASEEEE help cause i’ve had an idea-

imagine anakin was so desperate to be with you that he was so toxic and got in your head that you weren’t good enough to be a jedi, because he wanted to be with you so bad, so he’d do everything he could to keep you out of the order.

and of course since he’s anakin he assumes the rules don’t apply to him in terms of the relationship rules as a jedi, but he doesn’t “want you to feel tainted.” so he convinced you to leave they order just to fuck you 💀

like yall are mid fuck and he’s just like “see, if you would’ve stayed, you would have never felt this good.” mid-thrust. and just MOCKING THE SHIT OUT OF YOU but you think he’s just so genuine and he knows best 😋

sorry! hope this was coherent lmao

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Too Pure - Anakin Skywalker

Summary - Anakin persuades you into leaving the Jedi Temple

Warnings / Mentions - GN!reader, AFAB!reader, praise kink, pet names, purity kink but also corruption kink, mean!anakin

Word Count - 2,359

You and Anakin met when you were both Padawans. Originally you had been with another Master but due to some issues, you were switched to train under Obi-Wan.

Before Anakin met you, he complained to Obi-Wan about him taking on another Padawan. Talking about how “I’m the chosen one, shouldn’t I get the best training?” Along with other similar sentences, worrying that he wouldn’t become a Jedi Knight.

As soon as he saw you for the first time, he revoked all his previous complaints. Just begging to be around you anyway he could. If you were spending extra time on your own training, he’d be right there training with you.

If you got hurt on a mission, he’d curse under his breath as he would go to help you.

It only got worse as you developed into a better Jedi, having to take on more difficult tasks.

You both passed the Jedi Trials, becoming Jedi Knights after the battle, being deemed as ready.

Anakin slowly became more possessive and protective over you. It seemed like anything you did would be wrong. If you so much as got a scratch, he’d be at your side to defend you against whatever caused the damage to your skin.

Afterwards Anakin would patch up whatever injury you got, saying something along the lines of “You’d be dead without me.” Or “You’re always so reckless.”

You’d ask him to help you train so that it wouldn’t happen next time, wanting to always do better so it wouldn’t be a burden on him.

He’d agree to train you, knowing damn well that it wasn’t his intention to help you get better. If you so much as didn’t block an attack from him, he’d tell you that you have to try harder. And belittle you, sometimes until a tear would slip down your face.

Half of the time, you’d end up pinned underneath him. His hands holding your wrists in place as he leans in close to your face. Whispering in your ear about how you may have landed a punch or two, even manage to defend yourself against him with the training lightsabers. But that you’d never be good enough to become a Jedi Master if you couldn’t even defeat him.

You always assumed it was just his way of trying to motivate you to do better, ignoring the painful ping you would feel in your chest at his harsh words. But he was just looking out for you, wasn’t he?

You’ve always kind of had a crush on Anakin, you just always repressed it. But the more time you spent with him, the more you’d blush when he was around. And he always got a kick out of it. He’d become so amused anytime he saw the smallest reaction come out of you at something he would do.

Anakin “accidentally” brushes his hand against you while trying to move passed you, and he’d take notice of how you’d stare at him for a second too long.

Anytime he did something to show that he cared, he’d study your facial expressions.

The one time he fixed your hair because it was “bothering” him? He saw how your mouth was slightly open at the small touch, how your doe like eyes would look at him.

He started making it clear that he wanted you. Things that even oblivious little you, couldn’t miss.

Of course even when he was being clear, you overthought it, worry consuming you.

One of the times you were meditating, he joined you. You were the only two in that room and the sexual tension was so thick that it could’ve been cut with a knife.

Anakin hated waiting but he knew that he didn’t want to scare you. He had to take his plan slow enough that you wouldn’t think anything of it, even if it was agony for him to see you holding that lightsaber of yours.

Eventually, he’d kiss you. You’d be stunned but kiss back, wanting to go further. His hands would be on your waist. He’d get so excited as you placed your hands on his chest. Knowing that he had you exactly where he wanted you.

“Anakin-“ You would mumble into the kiss before he would break it.

His hands would grab yours, pulling them away from his chest.

“We can’t. The Jedi code says we can’t become attached.” He’d remind you, apologizing for the kiss. Wishing he could take it back because you’re too pure to break the code for him. You’re too much of a rule follower.

You’d think for a moment, keeping silent.

“Then let’s quit the order…” You would mumble under your breath. He’d smile down at you, happy that what he wanted was finally happening. And he didn’t even have to mention it. All his waiting paid off.

“Once we quit…we can be together…” You’d look up at him, thankful for the protection he’s given you multiple times.

“I’ve been wondering if I’d be a good Jedi Master anyways…” He hides the happiness he feels when you share the insecurity with him. Knowing that you’ll finally be safe, and you wouldn’t be breaking any rules.

You’d of course keep your word. Quitting and once you would go to see Anakin, you’d see that he hasn’t quit yet. You’d be upset and ask him why he hasn’t yet and he’d always just say, “Soon…” or “I’m the chosen one, they need me for just a little longer.” Always having some kind of excuse, and you’d always believe that they were valid reasons.

I mean if he quit being a Jedi, who would defeat the Sith?

Anakin had just gotten back from a mission. He was gone for a couple of weeks and was so excited to stop by your home. As soon as he got there, he searched for you. Desperate for your touch.

“Angel?” He says sweetly, calling out to you. You yell back a response and Anakin follows your voice. You’re in your bedroom, sitting in front of your vanity.

His eyes look you up and down, taking in your appearance. You were put together. Wearing a casual outfit but still one that made his heart ache with want.

You were busy focusing on your earring, trying to put the back piece on so you could get up and greet him. You were so excited to see him but this damn earring was being so difficult.

He swiftly took off his Jedi clothes, tossing them to the side as he walked up to you. Now shirtless with just his pants on. He’d lean down onto his knees, wrapping his arms around you. The stool you were sitting on combined with your naturally short height made it easy for him to still tower over you, even when he was on his knees.

You were messing around with the earring, about to give up with it because you wanted to turn your attention to him.

But Anakin had different plans. His head rested on your shoulder whilst his arms were wrapped around your stomach, pulling you closer to him.

He looked at you through the mirror, his eyes flicking back and forth between your eyes and down to your lips.

“Not gonna welcome me back home?” He chuckled, grinning at you. You finally got frustrated with the damned jewelry. You took it out entirely along with the earring you had already managed to put on and set it onto a jewelry dish.

You turned around on the stool, your arms enveloping him into the already existing hug.

Your arms around his neck, your legs spread on either side of his hips so he can be closer to you. His arms around your waist while on his knees, just begging for your attention.

“I’ve missed you..” Your voice would whisper in his ear, softly, almost non existent. Like you just wanted to exist in his arms and that’s it.

“I’ve missed…” Anakin started, looking for the right words.

“I don’t want to just say I’ve missed you too. I’ve missed your hands, your body, your lips, I’ve missed your soul.” He broke the hug, immediately caressing your face in adoration.

His lips collided with yours. It was rough and passionate, even desperate like he was hungry.

He pulled your legs around his waist, never breaking the kiss. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. Clearly being a good idea when he stood up, taking you with him.

The now standing kiss traveled to the bed, just a few steps away. He broke away long enough to stare at you with a smile on his face.

“I fear I may corrupt you..” He admits, tossing you onto your freshly made bed. You grumbled at it but he just rolled his eyes.

He scrambled to remove his pants, watching as you pulled off your top, kicking your pants off the side of the bed.

Anakin left his boxer briefs on, when he saw you in just your underwear.

“Shy? Are we?” He mocks, crawling towards you.

You can’t make eye contact with him so he already knows he’s right.

“Oh baby…you know how many times I’ve fucked you right? How many times I’ve been in that pussy of yours?” He teases, smirking slightly when he sees you cross your legs at his comments.

“Let me take care of you, baby…” He coos. Lifting your hips to pull off your underwear. You make it easier on him, holding your hips up for him as he slips the fabric off.

“Being so good for me already…” He praises, throwing the panties onto the side of the bed.

“C’mere doll…” He lures you towards him. While Anakin absolutely adores you, and is gentle with you regularly. It’s a different story when he’s gone weeks without you. He’s craving you and needs to be fed.

As soon as you get close enough to him, he bends you over, your ass in the air as he slaps the skin. A sting making you arch your back deeper.

He steadies himself.

“I’m sorry baby…I can’t hold back, you know how I am. I haven’t seen you in forever.” He murmurs an apology, freeing his cock from his boxers.

He taps his tip against your cunt, making you jolt forward into the sheets of the bed more. He runs his tip throughout your folds, collecting the arousal, mixing it with his pre cum.

He quickly slides into you, not preparing you at all.

“An-Anakin!” You shriek at the pain of him suddenly inserting himself.

“I know, I know baby. Fuck- you’re so tight. Haven’t fucked you in so long, gotta show your pussy what belongs here…” He says in fake sympathy.

He begins to thrust, slow at first before sticking to a faster rhythm.

His only goal at the moment is to fuck you until you’re brainless. Wanting to make sure that you didn’t forget how good his cock feels inside you.

You’re moaning into the sheets, the sounds coming out muffled. Anakin wraps your hair around his hand, pulling you off the mattress as he fucks into you.

The position getting him so deep that you can’t help but choke out a whimper. The pain and pleasure too much.

“Doing so good, Angel. Taking this cock so well for me…” He praises, his hard and deep thrusts feeling hypocritical.

Anakin moans as he slams into you, the noises just falling from his mouth. You tighten around him just from hearing how vocal he is.

“Oh shit-“ He exclaims.

“Forgot how much of a whore you are when I’m vocal. You could get off on my voice alone, couldn’t you?” He scoffs, his cock pulling out before re-penetrating you. You moan out a cry of pleasure.

“Fuck Angel…you know…” He begins, his hand digging into your hip as he fucks you.

“If you would’ve stayed, you never would have felt this good.” He smiles to himself as he feels you pulse around him.

“You never would have felt how perfectly I fit inside you. Never would have orgasmed the way I make you.” You whimper in response to his words.

He lets go of your hair, instead leaning over you, his chest pressed to your back as you fall back to the mattress. His metal hand wraps around your waist, securing you to him as he keeps the pace. His flesh hand snakes up to your face, shoving two of his digits into your mouth. You lap at his fingers, coating them in your saliva.

“Come on baby, say it. Say how good I fuck you.” Anakin commands, removing his fingers from your mouth and instead grabbing you by your jaw, squishing your face to make your mouth open.

“Ah- Anak-Ani…” You mumble out.

“Awe, did I fuck you too hard baby? Are you brainless? No thoughts just because of how good I make you feel? You can speak can’t you?” He mocks, his voice sounding sad but with malice behind it.

“I would’ve nev-never felt this way-“ You moan out, tears now spilling from your eyes.

“It’s okay…I know how much you want to cum. You’ll get your release Angel. Just ask for it.” Anakin prompted, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Ani, please, I want to cum, I’m tired-“ You whine out, feeling your legs trembling.

“Awe poor baby, so tired. I can’t say no to you can I?” He thrusts into you a couple more times, feeling you constrict around him as your orgasm hits you. The tight feeling sends him over the edge, he’s moaning in your ear as thick hot spurts of his cum flow into you.

“So good baby, so glad you left the Jedi Temple.” He mumbles as he comes down from his high, holding you to his chest as you catch your breath.

“So pure, could never have let you break the Jedi code. It would’ve tainted you, baby… and you know I’m the only one allowed to do that.”

#anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x you #anakin x you #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker smut #toxic!anakin #dark!anakin

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flynnriderishot · 3 months

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I might die if we don't get scandals part 3

scandals pt.3 - c.s

a/n: chill bae 😭😔

it’s been two days since chris has sent you those flowers and he felt absolutely terrible at your lack of response. of course, nick told him if your thankfulness but he wanted you to tell him. he wanted some sort of indication that you forgave him for his mistake.

then again, he knew he wasn’t dating an easily forgiving woman.

you’ve only ever opened his messages he’s sent you since then, constant apologies filling your messages and ‘read at 1:35 pm’ being at the bottom of his screen every time.

today, he and his brothers were filming a video and you had promised matt and nick weeks ago that you would participate. he knew you were a woman of your word and never backed down so he was fully expecting to see you today. which is why he went out of his way to drag force matt to the store to stock up on your favorite snacks.

while this was a normal occurrence anytime you showed up at their house, he knew you appreciated the gesture.

so he sat on the couch with his leg bouncing up and down whilst he waited for your arrival.

nick was setting up the camera while matt changed his outfit for the third time that night. chris looked down at his own attire and wondered if maybe he should make himself a bit more presentable for you.

the thought immediately flew from his mind when he heard the doorbell ring.

“I got it!” he shouted, startling nick, who stared in disbelief at his sudden energy.

“you were gonna get it anyway.”

he hesitated in opening the door, clearing his throat before finally doing so.

“hi.” he breathed out, staring down at you with a small smile.

“hi, christopher.” you greeted, “can i come in?”

he stepped aside, “of course. i got you your favorite—what the fuck, matt!?”

the middle triplet stopped mid chew, “what?”

“that’s not yours asshole.” chris snatched the candy out of his hand, earning a shove from his older brother.

“i drove you there so i’ll eat what i want.” matt rolled his eyes, “hi, yn.”

“hey, matt.” you chuckled, knowing he was purposely trying to irritate chris to ‘avenge’ you as he stated in your texts.

“can we start filming now, or what?” matt interrupted, pulling you into a quick side hug while simultaneously walking you around the counter, “it’s blind, deaf, and mute by the way.”

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lovelysturn matt knows something

>>> ynsbabe the smile says all 😌

mattsgirl ‘hey guys, today we’re doing a blind, deaf and mute challenge again!’ *22 minutes of chris watching yn and no baking getting done*

>>> ynxchris you’ll see no complaints from me 😌

nicksmelanie THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO BE BAKING 😭 WHY WERE MATT AND NICK HARDLY PARTICIPATING?!

>>> ynsbaby $17 says that chris is trying to make it up to yn and nick and matt only let him help her because they’re good brothers

>>> vinniesbabygirl 17 is so specific 😭💀

>>> chrissssturn make what up to her?! i’m confused

>>> reallysturn chris apparently accused yn of cheating and it was proven that she didn’t so now people chris is in the doghouse

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after filming, matt and nick ventured off to their bedrooms, leaving you alone with chris.

you weren’t too upset that they did this, feeling that now is a better time than ever to finally speak to him.

“baby—yn.” he corrected himself, not wanting to upset you anymore than he already has.

“thank you for the flowers, and the note, it was sweet.” you stood up from your spot on the couch, “i’m going to go home.”

he jumped up, “already?”

“filming is done, no?”

“yn, we need to talk.” his voice cracked at the last word, showing you just how much he needed to speak to you, “i’m tired of not being able to see you.”

“chris—“

“and i know it’s my fault, okay? i shouldn’t have accused you of something so big but you have to understand where i’m coming from.” he practically begged you to listen.

“you hurt my feelings, christopher.” you crossed your arms over your chest, “you proved to me that you have so little trust in me and our relationship over one simple photo. i have the right to be upset.”

he nodded, knowing full well that this was true.

chris’ shoulders sagged as you opened the door, his voice coming out desperate as he watched you leave, “i love you.”

you looked back, speaking up before shutting the door behind you, “i love you too, chris.”

chris.

he let of a short sigh, nodding slightly to himself.

you’re getting somewhere.

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yall were on my ass about pt 3 so here you go 😔💋

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queenofallimagines · 3 months

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Omg hello!! I just read your devotee headcanons(they were all amazing I loved them) for the brothers and I just wanted to ask if you could do one for guardian angel simeon???in my religion we believe that every person has a guardian angel so imagine how funny it would be when you come down to the devildom and simeon is like :o it's you!!

Certainly beloved!💕 I think this one might be the longest😭

Simeon:

- unlike the others, notices right off the bat

- He’s been assigned to you since before birth like come on he could recognize you by just an eyelash

- Will be slightly hurt if you don’t recognize him

- “You don’t remember me?🥺 but I sing you a lullaby when you were 2”

- Sir…. Please be serious, that’s like 3 seconds of memory

- Will passive aggressively push for you to move in with him in purgatory hall

- Lucifer is exhausted because he’s always there

- “You act like you LIVE here. Go back to YOUR dorms!”

- “Bold of you to think I would leave MY precious, amazing human here will all of you unsupervised”

- He’s not about to stop being clingy neither

- Sharing old stories at student coy meetings like you have got to stop him before he gets out a photo album 😭

- Scolds you like a parent

- “I know you’re now doing what you shouldn’t be”

- Luke is your honorary baby brother

- Will ask Luke to watch you like he’s tall enough to reach the microwave

- “Luke I’ll be back in a minute make sure they don’t have any more sweets”

- Like you’re literally grown💀please tell him to back off a little or this will get worse

- When he realizes he’s falling for you in a way Guardian Angels shouldn’t. He panics

- This the same shit Lilith did

- And he got demoted for just AGREEING with Lucifer about the war

- Hides it like he’s gonna take it to the grave, especially from Luke

- You notice he starts avoiding you a little and will lie through his teeth that he’s just feeling a little under the weather

- Lucifer peeped game though, and he’s like yeah absolutely NOT

- he’s not letting anything else happen to any more of his Family

- Will lock your ass up until he gets Simeon alone to have a talk with him

- Like you now have a curfew 😭

- Listen…. He would tear apart the entire exchange program over lesson 16,,,,

- Like y know how Diavolo said Simeon is the ONE person he doesn’t want to piss off?

- Yeah it’s like inconsolable now

- In any timeline any life any dimension he will feel you’re endanger

- In like Bible canon they really can’t help unless god gives them the okay so they’re often times forced to watch the one they were bound to protect suffer

- But this is the devildom and he don’t really got eyes down here. So who’s to stop him from coming to your aid??

- Even though you’re “technically” okay he’s still like not having it

- As soon as it happens he feels a sharp cold pain throughout his entire body and drops whatever he’s holding

- Struggling to remember how to breathe all he can think about is sprinting to the house of lamentation

- Busts open the doors to see you in mammon arms, and it’s like his whole world shatters

- He hears belphie laughing, and he’s never felt rage like this before

- Lucifer is fighting for his LIFE because he’s having to balance feeling grief, shock,rage, and also try to keep his brothers from going off the deep end so he’s like frozen

- Can’t think fast enough to stop Simeon from unleashing some divine punishment on this spoiled brat

- Lucifer does snatch him up because he will literally kill him in cold blood right there if he doesn’t reason with him

- Almost snaps back on Lucifer before you show up again for the intermission

- Shaking and crying with relief

- You’re gonna make him literally faint MC please😭

- Like don’t the angels use a LOT of magic to keep their emotions in check so they don’t go crazy like demons do?

- They’re having to suppress every emotion ever and dull those

- So he’s got like a couple of eons of just raw feelings pent-up beating his ass all at once

- When you explain the reveal he’s like REALLY about to throw up

- Lucifer and everyone are like feeling relief and are glad you’re okay

- Almost wants to break mammon arms for holding you and barely letting anyone else get near you

- But he’s frozen in shock too

- Lucifer side eying Simon like,,,,, me too bro, but he has NO idea how to talk to him about that?

- Settles for holding you as tight as possible and whispering a prayer into your hair for protection

- Teaches you to use your angel powers

- But doubles down on his over protectiveness

- Helicopter angel now

- Which doesn’t really mesh well with Lucifer’s attachment anxiety

- will come pick you up at random ass times and whisk you away for no reason

- Like the exam is in a month why are you studying devildom history now???

- Causing Lucifer to freak the fuck out when he does his randomly scheduled MC room check-ups

- Doesn’t even think to text you before hyperventilating

- Luckily enough, the first time you come back with Simeon attached at the hip

- Him and Lucifer have gotten into it a few times over this

- Dia is forced to call a student council meeting without you present

- You and Luke think the meeting is tomorrow and are making snacks

- he’s like okay Simeon you can’t keep doing this

- And he goes OFF

- Like this is HIS fault for not watching and protecting you

- Like if this is supposed to be for human angels and demons to coexist you’re doing a shit job

- Almost single-handedly shuts down the program by saying he will take you home and make sure they never get near you ever again

- Lucifer feeling so much guilt he can’t breathe is trying to be in his best behavior and be rational, but Simeon is relentless

- He’s talking out the side of his neck until he snaps back on some “you’re literally following in Lilith’s footsteps! Do you not think that the celestial real won’t also deal out a punishment for MC? You falling from grace isn’t the only thing on the line here.”

- OOP

- It’s suddenly crickets

- Even Barbados is like 😦🫢

- He can’t even deny those allegations so he’s just like glaring at him

- Solomon steps in bc WOW this is getting crazy

- Reasons with him that because you have a pact with all of them now they CANT hurt you and you’re training under him as a sorcerer so you’ll be fully equipped to defend yourself from anything

- Simeon relents at least sitting back down in his chair

- Explains there really nobody best as a candidate for representing the three realms than you being a part of all three of them

- (Lilith when she died wasn’t an angel or a demon but something in between so in my head MC has always been all three; human demon and angel and that’s why they’re extra immune to demon magic)

- Simeon agreeing to chill out a little bit swearing if anything else ever happens to you, he wouldn’t hesitate to target whoever’s directly responsible

- Imagine how awkward the actual meeting is tomorrow 😭

- You’re having a great morning and everyone holding they breath

- Barbados my beloved is the only one who’s got enough sense and acting skills to act like nothing happened

- When you stop lord Doavolo mid-sentence to ask what the FUCK is up with these rancid vibes

- Barbatos kindly informs you that it’s the stress from a new school event that diavolo has yet to announce

- “It happens annually (lie) and it’s usually very exhausting to put together. Perhaps you can alleviate some of that for us.”

- Everyone subtlety lets out the breath they were holding seeing you so excited to help out

- Barbatos stirring the pot a little more ALSO suggests you run the maid bunny café

- Suddenly everyone forgets what the elephant in the room was and is now talking over each other

- There was no school event btw LMAO so they just had to make one up and then take three weeks to prepare for it.

- Great way to lift the spirits though✨

#my writing #x black reader #obey me #obey me x black reader #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me shall we date Simeon #obey me simeon #simeon x reader #om! simeon #obey me x reader #simeon x mc #omswd simeon #slight angst #just for a little spice 💅🏿

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gritsgigabits · 1 year

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Slashers with an s/o that loves affection and takes her one chance to jump on them for a hug but the slasher thinks of it in a nsfw way? (I’m sorry ✋💀)

Omg your request was hilarious I loved it sm.

Just FYI, these turned more into what jumping on the slashers would involve in general because it was difficult for me to imagine them reacting in an NSFW way (except for Brahms) and I have to stay true to my personal perceptions of the characters ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Jason Voorhees

It will be quite far along into your relationship with Jason until he starts to take your affectionate gestures in a naughty way.

If you have been dating for so long that your relationship has progressed to the sexy stage, Jason will regardless take glomping as innocent, funny behaviour and will respond in kind by catching you and hugging you back.

If you accidentally brush against his crotch while jumping on him, or you bump your heels against his arse if you wrap your legs around him, Jason might get some passing dirty thoughts.

He won’t do anything to act on them unless you give him clear signals that that is what you want, though. He’ll save the inspiration your actions have given him about fucking you while he’s holding you off the ground in his arms for later.

Bubba Sawyer

Even after dating you for a while, Bubba is too innocent to think of your behaviour in a naughty way. You would have to be very explicit with your approach to make him think anything of the sort.

If you jump on Bubba for a hug, he gets very delighted! Bubba wraps his arms around you, picks you off the ground and gives you a couple of twirls before setting you back on your feet.

He loves it when you show affection so openly. Bubba will encourage you to jump on him or hug him or glomp him whenever you feel like it because it makes him feel loved and appreciated.

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas isn’t against physical displays of affection, but he doesn’t appreciate being caught off guard when it comes to them. So if you jump on him without giving him a warning, he is likely to get a little annoyed at your silliness.

He’ll scold you about such behaviour – you never know what kind of sharp objects he might be holding. If he’s in a bad mood to begin with, Thomas won’t catch you and will let you fall on the ground and tell you that’s what you deserve.

If he’s having a good day, he’ll catch you in his arms but will tell you with a very serious expression that you shouldn’t do that unless you warn him ahead of time.

To teach you a lesson, he might have to punish you for behaving in such a reckless manner. The punishment will entail being carried to your shared bedroom and edged until you beg for him to let you come.

Brahms Heelshire

If Brahms is in the mood for something spicier than average physical affection, he’ll take pretty much any touch to mean something more naughty. It could just be a touch on his shoulder or a look in his general direction and he’ll take it as an invitation to initiate sexy time.

If you jump on him when he’s in a mood for sex, Brahms will jump your bones immediately afterwards. It doesn’t matter if you try to explain to him that you only meant to hug him – you’ve placed naughty thoughts in Brahms’ head and now you have to deal with it.

He’ll catch you in his arms, strategically placing them beneath your butt to hold you in air, and it won’t be long until his fingers will start caressing your rear.

You can just play along by wrapping your legs around his waist, tossing his mask to the other end of the room and proceeding with steamy kissing while he carries you to the nearest flat surface to fuck.

Or you can tell him to put you down right now because this is not the time to play grown-up games. Brahms will grumble under his breath about how he think you’re being misleading but will release you anyway.

When he’s isn’t in the mood for sex, Brahms will take any touch or hug you grant him as a sign that you’re comfortable around him and aren’t afraid of him. He’s plenty big and strong, so if you jump on him to hug him, be prepared to be snatched into his arms mid-air and held to his chest until he feels like letting you go.

Billy Loomis

Jumping on Billy to hug him will definitely lead to something more. Even if he was aware of your innocent intentions, Billy will use the opportunity to take you to bed, just to mess with you (in the most loving way). Teasing and confusing you and messing around with you is one of his favourite pastime activities!

It doesn’t matter if you tell him that it was just a hug – Billy will tell you to accept the consequences of your actions. If you play along and tell him he’s right and that you should be held accountable for what you’ve done, you will be in for a round or two of good fucking.

As a rule, Billy doesn’t appreciate getting jumped on. He won’t tell you not to do it though, if it makes you happy and is one of your ways to show affection.

Vincent Sinclair

You should not jump on Vincent without his consent, even if you have the best of intentions. He enjoys physical contact and wants you to be affectionate, but he does not do well with surprising physical contact.

If you want to glomp Vincent, you should give him a warning beforehand. It could be as simple as telling him right before you do it that you’re going to jump on him now. As long as he knows it’s coming.

Vincent is worried that if you catch him off guard, he might accidentally hurt you by instinct. No one has ever jumped on him with positive intent before, so he’s new to this kind of behaviour.

If you date him long enough, he’ll get used to even the more surprising ways you show affection. At that point, it will be alright for you to charge yourself at him without a warning.

Just make sure he is not working on something when you do it because there are a lot of hot things in the basement and Vincent would hate it if you got hurt, even by accident.

#jason voorhees x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #billy loomis x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #slashers x reader #slasher headcanons

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goosita · 4 months

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OMFGGG I was talking to my friend the other day about how life was like back in the day. How men used to go crazy just because of a woman’s ankles showing from under her dress. SOOOOOO I thought why not write a fic were the reader unintentionally teases billy by showing off her ankles or anything like that stuff that gets the oldies going!!?💀💀💀

HSHDHFJDJSBSTOP THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY LMAOOOOO no but fr i dont think it would be ankles but yk what WOULD get him goin? your collarbone/décolletage area:

he sees you at the little house party he’s been invited to, mingling with other guests as he tries to fit in with jesse and the other boys who know people here. his eyes keep wandering back to you in the corner, sitting pretty in this little lacy pastel dress you’ve got on that has a square neck and cuts low down your chest. well, low enough to still be “respectable” anyway.

billy doesn’t have a lot of experience talking to ladies, other than the handful of women he’s tussled around with on drunken nights after being pulled out of crowded saloons. and he tries, he really does. he wants to be a gentleman; he knows he shouldn’t stare like this but he’s transfixed on the way your skin glows in the low light of the oil lamps. it’s mid-july here in the southwest, and the room full of people has only added to the heat. he can see the way your skin shines with a thin layer of sweat, the way a single bead of perspiration trickles down your neck from your hairline and travels down your collarbone.

he has to shift his hips slightly where he’s standing to conceal the embarrassing way his body responds to the sight, glancing back up just in time to see that you’ve noticed him across the room. he feels his cheeks burn, but you offer him the softest and prettiest smile he’s ever seen.

later on, when billy has you pinned against the side of the house and his tongue dragging over the divot in your throat, teeth biting at your chest and tasting your skin, it’s you who has cheeks flushed with blood. he has your pretty dress shoved up far enough to get a hand between your legs, nothing gentlemanly about the way he pulls gasps and moans from you with his skilled fingers and whispers filthy praises in your ear.

#anon #billy the kid #billy the kid x reader #billy the kid x you #tom blyth #tom blyth x reader #william h bonney #billy the kid headcannons

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pixeechix21 · 6 months

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Bet you won't

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x reader

dedication from one Konig bestie to one Ghost bestie.💀🥰

Summary: he’s fucking mad at you, and it’s time for you to learn how to take an order

TW:gun play, dominant, DEGRADATION kink, rlly rough, in front of a MIRROR, pinv

He’s absolutely fucking furious with you. You can tell how he is shouting your name through the hall as you quickly walk away from him in the opposite direction trying to avoid him. “Sergeant L/n! Get your ass here right fucking now!” he roars. His heavy boots echoe in the empty hallway you can’t out do his long strides. Within seconds he grabs you and drags you into an interrogation room, the door clicking shut.

“Lieutenant,” you say stiffly, yanking your arm away, distancing yourself. Behind his mask his eyes flare with rage, “How could you jeopardize the team like that!” he barks, stepping to you. You're scared as his powerful body shadows over you. “I didn’t mean to, the opening was there I could’ve gotten it if you hadn’t interfered,” you spit back your own hatred growing within you. The walls of the room seem to be coming in around you, suffocating you causing an unbearable heat to crowd your skin.

“You could’ve gotten the team killed. You could’ve been killed,” this time the restraint in his voice makes you flinch, turning your head away from him. He can’t stand the thought of anyone hurting you let alone you dying. He knows that he’s compromised because of how desperately he feels for you, but it can’t be helped, he tells himself, it’s meant to be.

“I’m sorry Lieutenant,” you say, “but there was no need. I was fine, now we’ve lost the drive.” you get out frustrated at your failure.

His gloved hand takes your jaw and forces it to look at him, “look at me directly if you’re going to disrespect me, love,” his eyes are furrowed, challenging you. You gulp as he encloses you in, between him and the desk. “I should have you reassigned.”

“Do it.” You retaliate, you’re testing him as you stand between his legs looking up at him with a matching glare.

“I should show you who the fuck is in charge here Sergeant,” he nears. His grip lowers to your throat, “Show you just how much you need to learn to take an order.” heat rushes to your core as he says quietly, almost as if he’s weighing how much he should make you.

“Bet you won't,” you say pettily, jutting out your jaw rebelliously. “Wouldn’t want me to do something I shouldn’t,” his eyes flick to your lips as you talk. Not a single thought goes through his head besides how you look below him. “We wouldn’t want me to be reckless now do we?” you lean up, lips so dangerously close.

He takes a second assessing the situation before he growls out, “I need yes sir from you.” he closes the gap between you, sparks and heat shoot through your nerves as he kisses you. He eats your sigh like a famished man. He uses his legs to open yours wider so that your bodies are flushed together. In the kiss, the way he tugs at your hair, how he steals your soul just by kissing you, you can feel the pent-up anger and frustration letting loose. Breaking apart he says, “I am bloody fuckin’ furious with you Love,” he yanks your head back, breathing out into your mouth “I am going to make you never disobey me again, you hear me?”

Playfully you bite his bottom lip, your fingers hooking his belt loops to pull him closer. “Only if you ask nicely,” you smile against his mouth. He lets out a harsh laugh. Before you know it your cheek is pressed down, “I thought you Brits are meant to be polite,” you groan as you feel the cold barrel press into the back of your head.

“Trust me, I’m going to be anything but,” he leans over you. And you can feel his dick through his pants forcing you to wiggle your ass against him. “Especially when you’re being such a brat,” his large hands grip your hips, grinding into you. He starts to snake his hand to the front of you, his fingers going in, under your panties to feel the wetness between your folds. You melt into the metal table. “Wet just for me,” he smirks. You look into the one-way window's reflection. He goes on tutoring you as he takes you to your climax, you moan out seeing your eyes flutter, arching and grinding your ass further. “Let's see how you take my dick,” he yanks your pants down, palming your ass roughly. He uses his feet to widen your stance, groaning in approval. You hear the zipper then with no warning, he slams into you with pure unadulterated hatred. You roll your eyes, as you lurch forward on the table. He fists your hair, gun to your head as he lifts your face up, “Look at yourself. Getting fuckin railed and punished for being a brat,” he huffs out as his thrusting fastens even more.

You glance up to see yourself in the mirror, his large frame dominating yours as you lay flat on the table. “What a beautiful fucking mess,” he moans as you gasp for air under him. He slaps your ass, then instantly soothes it with a rough massage. He is losing all his control as he fucks into you. He places the gun next to your head so that he can push your head onto the table to steady himself. You nearly cry from pain as he stretches you, not caring that it hurts you. In that moment he did not care, he wanted to show you that you are his, and that he can take you whenever, that you deserve this. “God love this cunt is bloody tight,” you forget about everything- letting yourself be at one with how his body feels, the electricity coursing through your blood fueling your newfound need to be held by Ghost- you shake uncontrollably as your knees give out and, your sight darkens, as the strongest climax crashes into you.

“Oh my, oh fuck Simon!” You let out, crumbling in his arms as he lifts you up to finish himself. “I said it’s Lieutenant or yes sir for you,” he pumps in and out with each word, each one harder than the last. You can feel him as he comes inside, the throbbing of his dick, and how it twitches as he pulls it out. You slump onto the table deflated by the arduous effort, trying to recover from that. You sigh out, “yes sir,” as he wipes your hair out of your face.

#smut #fem!reader #simon riley x oc #simon ghost riley #cod x reader #cod smut #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #ghost call of duty #cod mwii #simon riley #simon riley x you #kinktober #call of duty

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honestlyhiswife · 7 months

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in my culture it’s still normal to “court” somebody before dating them, although it’s not as popular but people still prefer it so the tradition’s still alive and that got me thinking. how would Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley court?

Ghost who would take the initiative to learn things about you. Oh you like this band? He’ll be listening to it while working out so that you two have something to talk about on the way to your next operation

Ghost telling Soap he likes you and Soap immediately becoming his wingman, understanding the timeline of courting

Ghost who absolutely insists that you sit next to him, just in case you get sleepy and need somebody to rest your head on. Happily, you oblige, even if you’ve just chugged an energy drink and there’s no way in hell you’re tired

Ghost, who seeks Gaz’s advice on how to find out what flowers you like so that he could have a bouquet arranged. If it turns out that you’re allergic to flowers, he’s on his way to stalk your music account and create a playlist for you.

Ghost who texts:

💀: “Hi, took down some notes from the briefing if you’d need them”

You: “aww you shouldn’t have, thank you ghost”

when he realises your head starts to droop oh-so-slightly because of the exhaustion taking over you.

Ghost who’s been showing weird behaviour around Price, almost appearing jittery around his phone, constantly checking his lockscreen for notifications. When Price presses Ghost for “his lack of attention”, he catches Ghosts eyes drift towards you, in the middle of him scolding Ghost. And all Price can do go silent as he’s pieced the puzzle together and clap his hand on Ghost’s back.

Ghost, who cannot pick up on a single hint that you’re okay with his courting and doesn’t want to go any further. He’s oblivious to how you seem to push away when other people offer their seats for you, because he’s thinking of how else to impress you.

#honey has the mic #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #ghost mwii #cod hcs #cod mw2 #ghost call of duty #cod mwii #courting ghost #honey writes

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prince-kallisto · 2 months

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I have to spit this theory out before I go back to sleep, but there’s an interesting emphasis about ghosts in the latest book 7 chapter? Okay not really it was just a few lines ANDJXJDJXJ but that’s not the point- 🤣🤣

Malleus rationalizes Ortho “waking up” by transferring his data and soul into a different body to being like a ghost that’s left its body to be in another vessel.

Crowley has a very fascinating connection the ghosts and the undead overall. Not only does he turn into a ghost in the prologue with the use of a transmutation potion, the manga implies that he has some degree of control/summoning capabilities of the ghosts affiliated with Night Raven College.

The first Halloween event further clarifies that ghosts are so abundant at NRC (yet still an uncommon sight to the rest of the world) because the campus is teeming with magic- to the point that even non-mages can see them. A lot of the staff under Crowley’s employment are made up of ghosts (excluding teachers and Sam)- such as the cooks, and have been implied to have been working for him for many decades now, as in Crowley’s personal story, he can’t even remember when he hired the chef from how long ago it was. The second Halloween event then directly shows how ghost possession works, as many of the students get possessed with their personalities and eye colors changing. And then there’s the whole oh Phantom Bride event in general 👀

Edit: there’s also the Ghost Cameras, which Crowley describes that people back then feared the camera because the photos seemed like ghosts when popping out from the frame. The fact that the camera can “capture” a part of a persons soul is forever fascinating and the way it’s directly tied to ghosts 👀

I’ve been wondering if Crowley so readily has ghost transmutation potions so he can regularly travel to the Netherworld aka the ghost realm. Since his ties run so close with the campus ghosts, then it makes sense that he would have these potions for the Netherworld. But now with Malleus saying this…couldnt ghost!Crowley temporarily use someone as a vessel while under the effects of the potion or (*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)

…I volunteer as tribute ANDJXJDBD no but actually!! I know there’s a lot more canonical ghost lore than this and how they relate to Crowley, but my brain isn’t fully working right now 😭 But with all the latest emphasis of Crowley having duplicates- magical protections in his Special Lessons, and a virtual simulation of him in the Magic Assault Event…👀 There is indeed a slight possibility of his ghost potions returning. The scene in the prologue heavily suggests that Crowley has an impressive control over his ghost form, as Grim is shocked at how Crowley suddenly speeds up- even faster than the actual Ramshackle ghosts. I feel like *someone* in general being used as a vessel feels more plausible every day…

And actually, we’ve been seeing recent representations of the spirits/ghosts of dead, such as Phantom Ortho & Ortho’s spirit, and the Knight of Dawn. General Lilia in his dream also calls out for Meleanor and Levan, asking them if they’re watching him and if he could join them, before slipping into darkness.

I still don’t understand how a ghost potion actually works ANXIJDHD- does Crowley just temporarily die for a moment or is it all just the superficial appearance and powers of a ghost without actually being a ghost? 💀 But in any case, I wonder if ghosts will be an ongoing theme, as both Book 6 and 7 have been emphasizing the loss of loved ones, so perhaps there is some connection here.

Idk it’s just very twisted wonderland that these characters have been going through a journey of acceptance at the loss of their loved ones and family, and Crowley is over here having the undead under his control, and is essentially “cheating death” by just casually switching from being a ghost to being alive 💀 and if the Great Seven portraits in his office can actually talk (a portrait in the prologue claims that why shouldn’t portraits be able to speak as long as they have a mouth), it’s essentially false representations of the dead speaking to him lol. So him potentially wielding his ghost form and using someone as a vessel technically isn’t that far off from what he’s currently doing in canon- the themes of death are so integral to his character yet he simultaneously treats these abilities as if it’s trivial 🤔 Anyway Crowley cheating death is foreshadowing to levan /j 🤪

#this was really incoherent and disorganized I apologize 😭#I can hear a rooster crowing helppp 😭🤣#kallistopost #twst theory #twst dire Crowley #twst spoilers #twst book 7 spoilers #dire crowley #twisted wonderland #twst

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worm-in-a-trenchcoat · 6 months

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Not liking the trend of lightening the werewolf characters skin tones when they turn into their human forms…

Whether it’s intentional or not, I feel like something like this shouldn’t be allowed to happen?? Common sense should be that having the black werewolf characters turn paler when they turn into their human forms, is not gonna be a good look for the brand that has a history with whitewashing their characters..

I get the whole going from being covered in fur to not having fur thing, but do they really need to get so pale and lose their black features just cause they don’t have fur??

Not only are they a bit paler, but all of their noses get slimmer for literally no reason. Yeah, they have wolf-like noses before they change but like… just cause they turn human doesn’t mean they can’t have wider noses still?

Now I don’t think it’s been stated that Barkimedes is canonically black, but his VA is black and the show never really gave us a reason to believe otherwise? I mean a good majority of us were convinced he was Howleen when he was first leaked so 💀.

And before someone says it cause I know someone will, just because his hair is blonde and wavy doesn’t mean he can’t be black. Clawdeen’s hair is naturally purple, it’s not that crazy for him to be black and blonde lol.

(I didn’t include Howleen in this because I didn’t see too much of a difference in hers, but I also didn’t have the best video quality when I was watching the episode, so please correct me if I’m wrong about her!)

#I’m not saying this is intentional cause we can never really know that for sure #but I don’t like that it’s a thing #monster high

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blossomwritesthings · 10 months

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𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭

pairing: minho x curvyfem!reader (afab)

genre: idol!minho. curvy!reader. hurt/comfort. angst. slight fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ ONLY. reader pov. established relationship.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. this shit's got some angst in it. reader had an abusive and fat-ph0bic ex in the past, and has trauma from that. reader is self conscious about their legs/weight. smut warnings below cut!!

word count: 5.0k

summary: you had thought that your scars from the past were healed, but evidently, your ex from college was still clouding your mind. thankfully, your boyfriend minho is right there to help you heal from the heartbreak.

18+ warnings: unprotected sex (stay safe out there, guys!). minho has a thing for reader in skirts/her thick thighs. fingering. minho eats reader out. DIRTY talk. dom!minho. sub!reader. making out. manhandling. praise kink. nipple/breast play. face riding. slight sub-space. excessive hair pulling. breeding kink is alluded to. pet names (babydoll, babygirl, kitten, etc.). degradation kink (minho calls reader a whore/slut). daddy kink. slighttt dollificaition/corruption kink. multiple orgasms.

a/n: started writing this last week after some of my good stay writing friends sortaa gave me the prompt to do a minho x thick reader. I originally planned for this to be just a short drabble but... here we are lmao. 💀 also, I am a thick girl myself, so I really appreciate writing/reading inserts where I can relate to y/n. anyways, enjoy you guys!! 😖

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The moment Minho opened the door to the studio, and saw you standing there, he completely froze up. And the look on his face, of utter surprise, left you shifting on either of your feet in sudden anxiety.

You knew you shouldn’t have come to the company to surprise him during his work day, especially since he and the boys were so busy preparing for their next comeback.

And you knew that you shouldn’t have rolled up to the recording studio dressed as you were, in the new outfit that you had bought at the mall the week before. Originally, you had wanted to wear it the next time the two of you went out on a date night together, but with his rapidly growing schedule of duties, you decided that you wouldn’t get such an opportunity for a while.

The outfit wasn’t all that scandalous…

Sure, the white, lacy tank top was pretty skintight and showed quite a bit of your cleavage, and the pink skirt that was embellished with white satin bows on the sides was quite short.

Okay, scratch that, the flowy, baby-pink pleated skirt was really fucking short.

Like, borderline porn-star level short.

The hemline was cropped so much that it barely covered your ass.

But that’s why you wore the long, white lace stockings. To hide some of the expanse of skin that you were exposing.

You had never been particularly fond of your legs. Being a curvy girl and all, they had always been rather… chubby for your liking. Sure, your tits were nice and big. But having thick thighs? That would be a hard hell no in your book.

Even still, your boyfriend sure did like your legs. He talked about his fondness for them all the time, and showed his love for them in all different ways; whether it was by always seeming to have a hand on your legs, massaging your thighs when you couldn’t fall asleep at night, or giving them lots of sweet kisses while he fucked you deep into the mattress late in the twilight hours of daybreak.

So that’s why you decided to buy the outfit, to please him. Because even if you didn’t like your legs, you wanted to make Minho happy. And if that meant dressing up like a cute little doll - albeit leather slutty - then you were okay with that.

There he stood, mouth completely agape, as his eyes roved down the length of you. Going all the way to your cute little white platform heels before shooting back up to your exposed chest. You could see the tips of his ears start to turn red from the sight of you all dressed up for what appeared to be him.

“Hi, baby.” You mumbled, fingers fiddling with the frilly fabric of your skirt. Your gaze shot down to the floor in embarrassment, as you practically felt his eyes burn two holes into the fabric that barely covered your legs.

“Uhm- hi… kitten,” he finally managed to pull himself together, leaning against the doorframe. You caught glimpses of the room behind him. It was bustling with staff and some of his members, as everyone was busy preparing the tracks for their new album. “What are you… doing here so late at night?”

Your focus landed on his hand, which was gripping the side of the door. Veins popping from exertion, he was doing his best to hold himself together at that moment. Then you noticed how he tilted to the side a bit, seemingly hiding the sight of you from the rest of everyone who was just behind him in the studio.

Shrugging, you offered him a tiny, soft smile. “I don’t know… Just wanted to surprise you, that’s all.” You began, a frown already overtaking your face as the realization dawned on you that you might be a bother to him while he was working. “Sorry, did I come at a bad time? I can-”

“No- no.” He suddenly blurted out in a frantic voice. Throat bobbing up and down as you watched him physically fight the urge to not lunge right at you. “You’re never a nuisance, baby…” Then he was moving, stepping forward only slightly and reaching out to tuck a few strands of loose hair behind your ear. The feeling of his long digits brushing across your cheek sent shivers down your spine. “It’s just that, I’m super fucking busy right now, and I’d hate for you to sit around here without getting the… proper attention that you deserve.”

The 'attention' that he was talking about was not the innocent one. You could tell by the way his eyes sparkled under the faint lights of the studio - brewing with so many tamped wants and desires. You could tell from his jaw, that ticked painfully tight at the mention of you sticking around in such an outfit, for everyone to see.

Just then you hauled out the carton of coffees that you had been hiding behind your back, presenting them to your boyfriend with a wide grin plastered on your face. “It’s okay, I understand… I thought you guys could use these while you work. It’ll help bring your spirits up.” Minho stared down at the coffees you had ordered from a nearby coffee shop.

For a moment, he just froze there, looking at the Americanos. Then, he was gently taking them from your hands with soft eyes that never failed to make your heart melt. “Thanks, dollface… I’ll be sure to hand these out to the guys.”

“Well, I should let you get back to work, I know you have a long night ahead of you…” You started, leaning into him and pressing a chaste kiss against his cheek. “I’m gonna hang out at that cafe just down the road for a little bit, then I’ll head home.”

As you began to tug away from him, Minho’s free hand shot out and clutched at your hip. Fingers digging into the skin there desperately, he pressed you close to his form. “Please- don’t go to that cafe tonight.”

Staring up at him, you rose an eyebrow in question. “Why not?” You asked, noticing the way his eyes widened a little bit in desperation. His lips pressed together in a firm line, cheeks blooming with a slight flush as he gaped down at you.

“I- it’s… it’s too late- not safe for you to stay out alone,” he gave your lips a soft kiss before he was tearing away from you again. You could see the furrow in his brows, and how hard he was fighting himself to have control over all of the urges that coursed through his mind just then. “Don’t want anything to happen to you. So go home and wait for me… I shouldn’t be too long at the studio tonight.”

You nodded gradually, flashing him an easy smile. “Okay, if you say so… just don’t work too late, okay?” You reached up, carding a few fingers through his shock of crimson-red hair. “I need you to come home with enough energy tonight.”

At that, he smirked wickedly, licking his lips with that perfect, pink tongue of his. “And why’s that, princess?”

“I think you know why…”

Before he could do - or say - anything else, you were dragging away from him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

“I’ll see you later then?” Just then you purposefully dropped your keys on the floor. And as you bent down to retrieve them, you made sure your ass was in clear view of Minho. You rose, flashing him the matching white lacy panties that you had on peeking out just from underneath your skirt. “Bye, baby… love you.” You said as you turned around and offered him another tiny smile.

The look of utter desire he had on his face at that moment was unmatched by any other expression he had ever had in the past. His eyes widened for what felt the millionth time that night, but you didn’t let him say anything else, as you were already sauntering away, swinging your hips from side to side alluringly.

The night seemed to drag on painfully as you waited at home in your shared apartment for Minho to finish work. And when the sound of his keys at the front door finally rang out throughout the place, you were up in an instant, already in the entryway as he filed through the threshold of your apartment. You had taken off your white stockings soon after arriving home, hating the way the itchiness of the fabric irritated your skin.

“Welcome home, baby.” You said, giving him a soft smile as he bent down and slipped off his shoes.

He stared up at you, gaze turning immediately dark as he once again took in your attire for the night. The shirt had rumpled since you had last seen him at the studio, and the skirt had risen a little bit more up your legs from your lounging on the living room couch. This resulted in you flashing him your white panties.

You didn’t have any time to think or breathe or even speak, as within the next beat, Minho’s hands were wrapped around your waist, pushing you until your back hit the nearest wall.

His face neared your exposed neck, as his lips suckled on your jaw sweetly, teeth biting into your skin hungrily. When he drew back to take a shuttering breath, his mouth was already a little puffy from the violet bruises that he had given you in just the past few seconds.

“Fuck- I didn’t know how long I was gonna last at the studio tonight,” he murmured, dipping into you again and running his hot tongue over the length of your clavicle. “Every time I tried to focus on work, I’d lose myself in the thought of you - of you in this slutty little skirt. And fuck- I also came right there in front of everyone as I kept remembering how hot you looked like this.”

Minho’s hands were leaving your hips as he spoke the words in a low voice, fingers already finding their way under your skirt. Trailing up, up, up, he finally stopped when his palms came in contact with your asscheeks.

“I picked out the outfit just for you… saw it at the mall the other week, and I knew you had to see me in it,” You said, voice cutting off slightly as his nails dug into the flesh of your ass rather harshly. “Thought I’d surprise you at work after the long, hard week that you’ve had.”

Minho kneaded either of your asscheeks, mouth hovering over yours as he stared down at you with lust taking over his eyes. You moaned into him at the feeling of him working you up so well- getting you so flustered without even doing that much, to begin with.

“You gonna be a good girl for me tonight, princess?” He purred seductively, tongue poking out between his two stunning red lips and tracing the line of yours. “Gonna let me fuck you in this pretty little skirt?” He swallowed down the strangled moans that threatened to leak out of you just then. “Gonna let me ruin it for you?” He suckled on your mouth, tongue pressing past your teeth and tasting you irrevocably. “Gonna let me have my way with you tonight, hmm?”

You were already a shaking mess beneath him, limbs going all melty and jello-like as he held you in his grasp. So close, yet not nearly close enough. “Y-Yeah, I’ll be your good girl… I wore this to please you, baby. I know how much you like these kinds of- outfits on me.”

Then without another word, Minho was moving. Hoisting you up into his arms and walking you across the apartment’s slick wooden floors. In no time at all, he was gently setting you down on the bed, as he took a seat just beside you.

“Come here and sit on daddy’s face, kitten.”

His command came out all gravelly and stern. He stared at you with beseeching eyes, cocking his head to the side as he watched your face transform. From one that was full of sensual mirth to downright horror.

“W-What?” You found yourself stammering out, a flush already creeping up your neck and pooling in your ears and cheeks.

Minho shrugged nonchalantly. Like him asking you to practically suffocate him with your thick thighs wasn’t that big of a deal. “You heard me, babydoll- want you to ride my face.”

You felt yourself dissolving onto the bed in embarrassment, the fears from years past already starting to creep into the corners of your mind. You thought you had gotten rid of them long ago, but as it turns out, the words your abusive ex had once told you continued to resonate in the back of your psyche for years afterward.

“I… I can’t, Min.” You said, shoulders slumping in defeat. The tears began to cloud at the rims of your eyes, as you started to recall all of the horrible things that your college ex had told you. About how you had ‘almost suffocated him’ with your heavy-set body the one time you tried to ride his face. He had constantly shamed you about your curvy physique. And even still, years later, the terrible things he’d tell you during and after sex continued to vibrate low in your soul.

There was a deafening silence that came over the entire room, and you saw the way Minho’s face dawned with recognition as he tried to fit the puzzle pieces together. You had told him about your ex before but had never gone too much into the specifics of everything. Especially when it came to sex. No, that shit was too embarrassing to ever bring to light again.

“Why… not?” He asked, tone quiet and wavering as he watched you crumble under the pain of remembrance. In the next breath, he was next to you, clasping your hands in his and trying to shake you out of your dazed stupor. “Baby- baby, listen to me. I’d never force you to do anything,” he began, raising your hands to his mouth and pressing kiss after soft kiss to your knuckles. “If you don’t wanna do something, that’s okay, darling. Just please, don’t cry, yeah?”

“But I want to do it!” You cried out, the tears blurring your vision and painting him out to be a red-haired splotch in the forefront of your mind. “It’s just- every time I think about it, I get so paralyzed with fear and I… then I suddenly can’t do it.”

Minho leaned into you, pushing a few gentle kisses to your lips. “It’s alright, kitten. There’s no rush for anything. You can take as long as you need.”��

“I want to make you happy, Min.” You wailed, burying your face in the crook of his neck. One of his hands wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him as your shoulders shook with your sobs.

“I know baby, I know… but I’m not happy if you’re not happy.”

For a few minutes, you were completely silent. Letting the tears and emotions flow out of you like water. And your boyfriend Minho held you the entire time, offering up words of praise and love as his fingers gently stroked through your hair.

“It was… my ex, from college,” you finally found the courage to admit after a long bout of silence. Immediately upon mentioning him, Minho’s hand stopped moving in your hair. You felt him go completely still, as he waited for you to finish. “He… he was a real ass and- and he said some horrible things about my weight sometimes.”

“What’d he say, baby?” Minho asked, voice sounding strained as he did his best to hold back his anger for you. At your silence, he continued to rake his hands through your hair. “It’s okay, love- you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to. All in your own time, yeah?”

You took in a deep breath, gulping in air as the memories from years past began to overtake you once again. “He said things like… I’d kill him if I sat on his face. Stuff like that,” you began, the shaking in your limbs beginning to come to a stop as you recalled everything. “And I guess… after a while, I just became so afraid that I never wanted to do something like that ever again.”

Minho pulled away from you then, grabbing ahold of either of your shoulders and squeezing there so that you stared up at him through your misty vision. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that, baby- I can’t imagine how hard it was for you,” his thumbs gently danced underneath your eyes, wiping away your excess tears. “But I want you to know that I’d never tell you such things - I love you just the way you are, no matter what you look like, I’ll always love and adore you.

You nodded slowly, giving him a soft, genuine smile. The first one of the night. “Y-Yeah babe… I know you’d never do such a horrific thing. But like, I just wish I could get over that shit, ya know? Move on from it and all.”

“Well… what if I could help you overcome it?”

Staring up at him with wide eyes, you bit down hard on your bottom lip in thought, “H-How would you be able to do such a thing?” Your fingers began to fiddle with the short hemline of your skirt. The white satin bows at your sides brushed against your nails, the soft material soothing your racing heart somewhat. “I don’t know if-”

“You trust me, yeah?” Minho started then, cutting off your nonsensical ramblings that were charged with nervousness. At your nod, he was brushing some of your hair out of your face, offering you a grin that gradually tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Then let me take care of you… let me make it all better, hmm?”

You gulped over the lump that was forming in your throat. Already, you could feel the wetness surge again between your legs, and you squirmed in his hold. One of your boyfriend’s hands tore away from your waist, traveling up the back of your calf and landing on your exposed knee.

He pressed into you, his muscular chest rising and falling against your bosom which was barely covered by your tiny shirt. “Can I take off your panties, darling?” He purred soothingly against the shell of your ear, the sound of his deep, gravelly voice shooting a bout of shivers down the length of your spine. “Can you let me make you feel good tonight, kitten?”

“Y-Yes,” you found yourself mumbling quietly, nodding frantically as you felt your heart pound against your ribcage. “P-Please… help me forget about it all, daddy.”

Minho peered down at you, a sardonic kind of smirk blooming across his mouth, “That’s my good girl,” his hand moved away from your knee then, traveling up, up, up, and stopping at your inner thigh. “So pliant- such a good listener too,” he continued to praise you, fingers skating over your clothed core as he made his way towards your panties. “Makes me wanna give you everything you ever wanted, hmm…” His fingers danced along the edge of your panties waistband before he was languidly dragging them down your legs, and finally throwing them off to the side.

“P-Please, daddy,” you whimpered up at him, the tears brimming in your eyes again, but for entirely different reasons. You were sitting perched in his lap atop your shared bed, giving him a pleading stare and asking - begging - for him to do more, just with your whines alone. “Can you give it to me? Please, I’ve been so good…”

“Hmm…” He mused out loud, tapping a lone finger against his chin in thought. You felt his hand come between your legs again, cupping your warmth there. “I don’t know- do you think a good girl shows up to her boyfriend’s workplace dressed like a shameless whore?” His fingers traced around the edges of you, toying with your pussy lips and making you lose your fucking mind from the teasing of it all.

You cried out in agonizing bliss, moving against him just a little bit so that there was some friction between your legs. “I-I wanted to please you, daddy… everything was for you.”

Minho flashed you a slight, playful frown, the light in his eyes burning with desire and fiery passion. “And look at you now… all hot and worked up and soaking wet, but with no respite in sight.” He cooed in that baby voice that he always used on you whenever he was feeling especially commanding in bed. “But you want daddy to play with your pussy- want me to fuck you wide open with my cock, even after everything you’ve done tonight…” He smirked down at you imploringly, like he seriously couldn’t believe you had dared to visit him at the company dressed up as you were. “You’re definitely a big dreamer, I’ll give you that.”

Before you could say anything else, Minho was laying back down on the mattress again, propping his head atop a downy pillow. You gaped at him, squirming in your spot beside him as you felt your arousal drip down your legs.

Minho rose an eyebrow your way then, “Well, what are you waiting for?” He motioned with his head for your to draw closer to him, and you slowly began to make your way to his side. “If you’re good- you might just get daddy’s cock tonight… so don’t act up like a brat, yeah?”

The blood rushed through your veins wildly then, as you shifted on the bed and threw a leg around him. Carefully, you positioned yourself over his face. It was quite a rare sight- to have Minho be underneath you, flashing you that wicked smirk and studying you with those lust-filled eyes.

“Do whatever you have to do to make yourself feel good, babydoll,” he coached in that whispery voice of his. The one he always used on you whenever he was trying to soothe you through your fifth orgasm of the night. “And if I die from suffocation of your pussy, I’d die a happy fucking man.”

His words set you into action and cast a light film of red fiery passion over your mind. In no time at all you were lowering yourself down on his face.

The moment you made contact, you were already a moaning mess. With his sharp nose pressing up into your clit, and his lips offering your cunt sweet kisses, your eyes immediately rolled into the back of your head. It felt so fucking good - everything felt so much better than you had imagined.

As his tongue dipped into you, lapping at your taste, you frantically ripped off your shirt, stripping yourself of your white lace bralette. At this, Minho stopped for a breath, his eyes hooded and swimming with shadows.

“See? You’d never kill me with just your thighs alone,” he mused, his voice rumbling against your cunt and making you yelp out in oversensitivity. One of his hands fell away from your hips, rising up to cup one of your breasts. “More like, you’d kill me with these beautiful fucking tits.”

With one hand, you were holding onto his head, threading fingers through his crimson locks as he got back to work between your legs. Meanwhile, your other palm was busy pressing against his, guiding his fingers as they traced across your chest, pinching and toying with your swollen peak there.

You ground against his face the whole time, head thrown back in pure bliss as the vilest of sounds fled from your mouth. With his nose buried against your throbbing clit, and his tongue thrusting into you with every other breath, you were quickly approaching your release.

“Fuck- you taste so fucking amazing, wish I could eat you every single day.” He mumbled against you. His lips sucked on you like you were the best lollipop he had ever had, the lewd sounds he was making casting across the entire dimly lit bedroom in sensuality.

“I-I’m gonna come-” You cried out desperately, chasing your high as you rode his face at a frantic pace. At your confession, Minho’s nails dug into the skin at your hips, fingers relentlessly toying with your breast as he delved with a renewed kind of vigor into your essence.

Your orgasm came over you in a blinding flash of whiteness, casting galaxies across your vision as Minho helped you ride out the wave of release. Your entire body melted against him, and just as you were slipping into the headiness of blissful weightlessness, your boyfriend was moving from underneath you.

Grabbing onto your hips, he was flipping your positions. And in the next breath, he was towering over you, leaning in and threading a few fingers into your hair. He pulled at the roots there, making you whine out in slight pain. The harshness forced your eyes open, and your gazes locked.

“Now… I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll completely forget about that asshole from your college days,” he growled, his anger about your past abusive ex unbidden. It shined through in the way a dark look cast over his entire face. His lips attached to yours, as he sucked the breath right out of your lungs.

“D-Daddy… please, need your dick so fucking much,” you clawed out to him in your blurry vision, still cresting over your previous orgasm. Your hands wound behind his neck, holding his face close to yours as your kiss turned frantic - tongue against tongue, teeth clashing together. You tasted yourself on him, and the dirtiness of it all only made the pool of energy in your core grow deeper.

Minho yanked away from your lips, a string of saliva stretching taught between the two of you. With his strong, big hands, he grabbed ahold of either of your legs and pushed them apart. “Open wide for me, kitten… wanna see your tight little pussy as I stretch you open with my cock.”

You moaned wildly at his words, watching with shallow breath as he rid himself of his baggy sweatpants and black briefs. When he neared you on the bed again, you felt your heartbeat thump inside your ear.

“N-No condom?” You asked, voice coming out raspy from all of the cries and moans that you had been doing that night.

Minho stared down at you, as his weight dipped the mattress underneath you. He drew close to your frame that was splayed out of the bed haphazardly, still in your short skirt that had risen your waist exponentially.

“Nah- gonna fuck you raw tonight,” he began, just as he reached out to you, hand finding that same spot between your legs. Then he was drawing shapes against your puffy clit, index finger dipping into your entrance. “Gonna bust this tiny pussy wide open with my seed.”

You swallowed over the groan that wanted to escape from you then. And then the breath was completely caught in your throat, as Minho guided his cock through your folds. Your entire body shuddered at the feeling of it all, and you stared down between you, anticipating everything.

In the next beat, he was ramming into you. As soon as he sunk in, bottoming out, he set a hellish pace. Skin slapping against skin, he thrusted in and out. Already you were beginning to move up the bed, screaming out in mindless bliss.

“Holy shit- you’re so fucking hot, babygirl,” Minho purred lowly, as his hands gripped onto your waist, guiding you up and down on his cock with each pound of his hips, “Makes me wanna ruin you so much… you’d like that, yeah? Getting fucked over by my cock- bet it’d make you go all crazy and shit.”

“Mhm-” You groaned in a loud voice, eyes rolling into the back of your skull as his dick pressed into that gooey spot inside of you. His thumb ghosted over your clit, dragging you back across the cliffside of orgasm faster than you had thought. “Want you to ruin me, daddy… fuck me til I’m crying.”

As soon as you felt one of his hands travel up your sternum, stopping at one of your breasts, your eyes were shooting open. His fingers toyed with you, pulling and twisting your pert bud. “Oh, don’t worry, kitten,” he said, words trailing off as he pressed you so far into the bed with his rutting alone that you swore you saw the heavens cast over your mind. “I know how much of a cockwhore you are- how much of a slut you are, for dressing up so provocatively at my work- so I’m gonna give it to you nice and good… gonna have you screaming my name, mind all fuzzy and thoughts gone as I pump you full of my cum.”

Your eyes locked after that, and the spark that had been lit deep inside of your heart the moment you laid eyes upon Minho burned brighter. Because you knew that no matter what, he’d always love you.

And no amount of weight gain, or weight loss, was going to change that.

He was always going to be there for you,

Helping you survive through all of the pain and memories,

Guiding you on the pathway of forgetfulness,

Wiping your mind of all the heartbrokenness in just the right way.

Fin.

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