#insecurities

[desultory-suggestions]

Try not to take other peoples reactions personally. You never know what a person is experiencing that changes their perception. Their apathy, disinterest, nit picking, etc. is more about them than it is you. Take a deep breathe and try to move past it.

[horizonspurple]

To the girls

who are insecure about their bodies and want to keep some clothes on

who need a little extra help with lubrication

who don't want the control, but do want to be on top because their nerves make them tense up unconsciously down there, making penetration difficult

who can't orgasm from penetration alone or always need help of a toy

who are less sensitive in some parts considered erogenous

who can't do certain positions because they hurt or feel uncomfortable

You are seen, you are loved, you are valid and you are not alone💕

[xxzlushiez]

Save your tears

2000’s! Bill Kaulitz x Gender Neutral! Reader

Synopsis: sometimes the pressure of being a celebrity gets to be to much especially for a kid

AN: this is pretty short I’m very sorryyyyy I’m posting more today though🤭

Notes: angst, bill’s insecurities, letting his walls down, crying, reverse comfort, rude interviewers, talk of bills appearance, the band being a family

“Can’t begin, I seek within, to feel the warmth brought within your skin. Did you know?” - welcome and goodbye: Dream, Ivory

- Bill wasn’t one to let things get to him, whether it be about how he acted or how he chose to dress he never minded, but it just wasn’t his day

- While doing an interview he kept getting questions on his appearance and why he acted the way he acted, it would’ve been fine if the interviewer was just curious and didn’t ask them as if it was a bad thing

- Maybe it was the tone of voice or how the question was asked but everyone could tell how uncomfortable he was

- shifting in his seat, legs crossing and uncrossing, looking around at the other band members for reassurance

- Poor baby was tearing up on live Tv

- When the first break was announced he b-lined it into his dressing room to where you were watching the interview on the company issued TV

- When he got to you he let everything out, tears all down his face and mascara running as when he made it into your arms.

-You cooed at him and sat down on the couch as he cried into your chest, his voice was so broken and shaky as he ranted about what happened

- “You should’ve seen it Name they were humiliating me! Did you- did you hear the things he said to me?”

- “I can’t go back out there everyone saw!”

- “who says that to someone?!”

- “Why does it matter to him what I look like?”

- He was so embarrassed with everything he couldn’t believe how rude the interviewer was and kept bursting out in tears

- played with his hair and wiped off his smudged makeup while whispering sweet-nothings into his ear made him hold you closer

- Held your hand against his face to feel your warmth because everything around him felt so cold

- sat on his lap while you reapplied his eyeshadow and eyeliner

- Him fidgeting with the hem of your shirt

- Rest of the band came in to hang out and boost his spirits by mocking the interviewer

- Gave him reassuring words but he insisted you come out with him for the rest of the interview

- made you have your hand on his thigh the rest of the interview

- Answered questions for him when he got caught up on his words

- Photos released of the you and Tom rolling you eyes

- whispering corny pick up lines to make him feel better

- laughing with Gustav when the interviewer made mistakes

- Fans started a hate club against the interviewer

[fragmentos-literarixs]

Dime amor, ¿Cómo hago para confiar en que esta vez todo será diferente?

Euphoria.

[deesi-academia]

parents be like *here's some generational trauma and insecurities, I won't help you sort these out though*

[illuminescent]

how can i love myself when i’m so draining to everyone else? from peach prc in heavy

fatima aamer bilal, from even flesh eaters don't want me. | taylor swift in peace | lorde in liability | chappell roan in casual | lizzy mcalpine in full machine | josé olivarez, from citizen illegal

[yayakoishii]

Lucky | Sanji x Chubby!Reader

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Chubby! Reader

Could be considered a part 2 to Want but can be read (and is written as a) stand-alone!

Word Count: 1.8k

Genre: Angst, Fluff??

Warnings: Insecurity about stretch marks, mentions of/implications of (but not explicit) sex so Read At Your Own Discretion, low self esteem, etc.

A/n: I'm not the type of person to write about things that are personal to me, tbh, but this idea played around in my head. I know you can have stretch marks from a variety of reasons but I wrote my own, and I would just like to remind everyone that they're normal. You're absolutely gorgeous as you are, my lovelies. I hope you enjoy this little fic ♡

also available on ao3!

Sanji felt like the luckiest man in the entire universe.

When Sanji and you had finally got together, he couldn't believe it. It felt unreal to have you reciprocate his feelings, to have you look at him shyly but with warm eyes that made him feel seen and heard– and he was ready to swear over his life to you, holding back only so as to not freak you out. Unlike his usual grand confessions, you were more important to him, a person he could not even take the risk of driving away. If you found him clingy, or obsessive, and he lost you… somehow, even the thought of that made him feel like someone was stabbing at his heart with a fork, over and over.

And he was ready to take this relationship at your pace. Whatever you were ready to offer him, he would gladly take it. Even if you wanted to wait to have sex until you were married, he would gladly do it simply because he was already head over heels in love with you. It scared him a little, when he was by himself in the confines of dark nights, just how much he was ready to sacrifice for a shred of your pure heart. To have you around him as long as the world would let him… The fact that you never hesitated to showcase your love, though you were shy in public, made his heart soar. He never had to wait for anything – except maybe sex.

The problem though, seemed to be something else.

It's not like you didn't want it. Clearly, going by the number of times the two of you had engaged in heavy make out sessions that seemed to lead towards it eventually, you were as affected by him as he was by you. But everytime that happened, your eyes would suddenly lose their drunken haze and shift back into a sort of nervousness and sadness that made Sanji feel helpless. You would stop after that, drawing back into your shell, wrapping your arms around your body and blocking him out.

He took it easy. Sanji didn't want to push you into talking until you were ready, and he certainly didn't want you to feel that a relationship without sex wasn't on the table. So he waited, giving you time to talk about it yourself; it was no good. If anything, you got quieter over time, hesitating even more around him.

It drove him crazy, and he would have questioned if you truly did like him if it wasn't for the fact that you maintained all other aspects of physical intimacy. There was no hesitation when it came to giving him hugs or kisses or affirmations of how in love you were with him, whenever he felt vulnerable and insecure. And that was what made him wonder; were you struggling with your own insecurities of some sort?

It didn't make sense to him that someone as perfect as you should find anything to fault in yourself, but after all, his lens of love was not to be compared with the harsh critics that were your own eyes and mind. He knew you were hesitant of your own body, its curves and how it was different from the slender figures of the other ladies on board and on land.

In Sanji's eyes, you were perfect as you were– soft and warm in all the right places, with a kind and caring personality. There was nothing about you that he didn't love and nothing that he found ugly, yet he didn't quite know how to make you believe him.

It wasn't even that you hated your body. He had seen you have confidence at times, but he had also seen it waver when it came to rude comments or just general low moods. You had your moments of low self-esteem but even in those moments, Sanji found himself a slave of your beauty. No, a devotee would be a better word. He wanted to worship you and your body as you deserved and yet, all his plans were thwarted every time you stopped in the middle of an escalating make out session to give him a small smile and come up with some random excuse to leave.

You were all that he wanted, and he was determined to let you know just what you looked like through his eyes. Sanji's chance came sooner than he had thought, the very night of when he made the resolution.

You lingered around in the kitchen after dinner, humming a song shyly after Sanji had insisted. When he was done with the dishes, you had helped him put them back despite his protests.

"Join me, my love?" He had asked as the two of you stepped out of the kitchen. He had to lock it and he waited for your answer as he did so. You were silent for a while before you spoke up.

"Oh, Sanji, um," you hesitated, clearly overthinking and worried that if you declined then it would be in bad taste but clearly also hesitant of what he was hoping for. "I, I actually…"

"Nothing that you don't want will happen, sweetheart," Sanji said quietly, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. "I just want to spend some time with you."

"Oh!" You suddenly looked relieved and Sanji's heart clenched. Were you really afraid that he would force you to do something you weren't comfortable with? "Sure Sanji, I would love that too."

He held your hand in his as you walked to his room. Only once you were inside and he had closed the door behind him, did he speak.

"Sweetheart," he called out when you had settled comfortably on his bed. You looked up at him curiously. "Is it okay if I ask you something?"

You were quiet for a second, not unlike how you got when the sexual tension between you would get high. You clearly knew what he was getting to. Sanji waited until you nodded to move in closer to sit across from you.

"I just want to put this on the table before I ask," Sanji searched your eyes for something. "This relationship will always go at your pace. I do not mind waiting as long as you need me to, or even forever, if that is what you want. But what I want is for you to be comfortable and open with me. To tell me if something is bothering you. To be vulnerable with me, because you trust me. Is that alright, my love?"

"Of course, Sanji," you inched closer to him, a hand reaching out to take his. He let you, and brushed his knuckles against the inside of your wrist, watching you squirm at how it tickled.

"Do you not want to have sex with me, sweetheart?" He asked clearly. You flinched at that, and he could see the torment you were facing bubble up to the surface. "It's alright, love. Just tell me what you really think. I understand if I'm not appealing in th–"

"No!" You interrupted, looking at him with a pout. "It's not that. God, Sanji, you drive me insane all the time. I would have to be blind to not appreciate your figure."

"Then is it something else?" He asked seriously, hand now coming up to cup your cheek. You leaned into his touch, giving him a sad smile.

"Of course I want to… do it with you," you flushed, embarrassed at having to say that aloud. "I want it but… I don't want you to see me."

"You don't want me… to see you?" Sanji repeated, unsure of what you meant. Your hand came up to hold his where it rested on your cheek.

"I… have stretch marks," you looked embarrassed. "Maybe it's stupid to you– it probably is, but I know it's not what is considered appealing. I know I'm… not as slender as you might prefer, and I'm just… scared that you would look at me and feel disgusted. Feel like you made a mistake and break us off. I know!" You stressed it when Sanji looked like he was about to say something, "I know that you're kinder than that. But I don't want to lose you. I don't want to see you looking at me with disgust. I don't care about my stretch marks but when I think of you seeing them… I feel like I would rather die."

"Shh," Sanji shook his head, upset at your words. "What are you saying, my love? As if something like that is enough to shake my love for you. I can't even begin to tell you where my love for you begins or where it ends, because it's fathomless and so much that it scares even me. Any marks on your body are a part of you. I'm sure even they are as beautiful as the rest of you."

"Really?" Your voice was meek, wanting reassurance but also not wanting to be burdensome.

"Let me show it to you," he whispered, gently lowering you onto your back. The action made your shirt ride up a little, revealing the white and red marks. You squirmed and raised your head to see what Sanji planned to do.

A gasp left your lips when he placed a soft peck on one, marking the path to the next without lifting his lips. The action tickled you and a warmth pooled into your gut, along with the understanding that Sanji would never be disgusted by you or your marks. He would love every inch of you.

"They are like lightning," he whispered into your skin, warm breath fanning the cool surface, causing you to shiver. "Like pathways mapping the surface of the temple of the goddess I worship. Like waves crashing into the ocean, for me to appreciate, along with every part of you. I could never hate them, or you, sweetheart. Every part of you is meant to be worshipped, to be sung prai–"

"Alright," you choked, feeling overwhelmed. He kissed you in between as he spoke, careful never to move downwards or to make the act sexual. Every part of it felt like he was whispering and etching reminders of his love into your skin, like carefully tucked in notes in the folds of your flesh. "Sanji. Sanji, come up here."

He hovered above you for a few seconds, blue eyes misty with want before he gently lowered himself next to you on his bed. You swallowed the thick lump in your throat as you cupped his cheeks and took in every inch of his face, took in the blonde hair falling into his eye– and couldn't help but think.

"Heavens, I love you more and more each day, Sanji."

Think that contrary to what he believed, the lucky one was actually you.

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

[courtforshort15]

With 14 votes, the winner from the WIP game issssss

Not Broken, Just Bent (Matt x reader)

It's got some angst and hurt/comfort, and a heavy appearance of Matt's insecurities. It's mostly written, so I'll post after bit.

Matt’s a charming, smooth talking lawyer, someone paid to either raise people up or tear them with just a few strategically placed syllables, but you’ve done nothing but encourage his bouts of silence, encourage his need to slow down sometimes, even when everything else around him is telling him to speed up. Here, with you, he picks his words carefully, knowing you’ll never judge the opportunities he takes to just breathe.

His growing ability to pause and reflect, rather than just diving in and reacting, finally gives way to something you can already tell he’s been holding back for a while, and your eyes dance around his face as he formulates the sentence.

“You don't think I…take up too much space in your life?”

The words have no sooner left his mouth than your own is dropping in some sort of thinly-veiled horror. “What? I don't–what do you mean by that?”

“I just…you don't think I'm clingy, do you?” Matt’s eyes flit blindly around the room, and it’s almost like he’s purposefully avoiding meeting your eye, almost like he’s intentionally not having them aimed your way. 

“Matt,” you whisper, your voice filled with both fear and sadness, “why would you ever think that?”

He shrugs his shoulders faintly. “I just get nervous that you think I'm too much sometimes.”

“Matt–”

“And I get nervous that I come across as clingy when I want to touch or hold you in public. Or that I annoy you for always wanting to be around you.” You hate the way his voice sounds so small.  Matthew Murdock is not small, could never be small, both his frame and overall presence larger than life, and the way his voice seems to shrink inward breaks your heart.

-

[red-dead-sakharine]

kiss his little wrinkles 🤣🤣 I agree he’ll be so smug about it! Tell everyone about it on HoH

He glanced at Haarlep, lounging on a sofa near the bed, looking young and energetic as always.

Your hand came up to his face, turned it back towards you, captured his eyes. "Copper for your thoughts."

The cambion didn't respond. No matter how long he held you, he felt all his insecurities bubble up inside him. He aged. His mortal half impacted him in so many negative ways, but this was definitely the biggest insult. He looked into your eyes - your young, mortal eyes, and he questioned if you found him ...appealing at all. Visually.

Or if you were just drawn to his charm and power.

There was no denying you felt for him, but did you also enjoy looking at him? Or did you - like he, himself - prefer to look at the paintings of his younger self? And the walking image of his younger self, that was Haarlep, scrubbed clean of all the imperfections that were bothering him so much about himself.

His eyes wandered to Haarlep again. Perfect. They were perfect. Beautiful and young. A better version of himself. His brows knit together, and he saw from the corner of his eye, how you turned your head to follow his gaze.

"What, do you prefer to look at Haarlep, rather than me?" You questioned with mock offense in your voice, "I'm hurt."

His head swiveled around to face you again, "No. Not at all." a pause, "Do you?"

You cocked your head to the side, regarding him in puzzlement for a moment. And then it clicked.

"My darling devil," you said, cupping his face with both hands, "you are so much more attractive than Haarlep!" You kissed his nose - right on the little bump, Haarlep was missing. "He's missing all the interesting bits that make you look so handsome," you added and you kissed the little dimple on his chin. You could see the disbelief in his eyes - and the surprise.

"And he looks way too young for my taste." You conclude and lean up to kiss Raphael's slight crow's-feet. "You are... like fine wine." You sit back again and smile at him with all the love you can muster, while still holding his pretty face in your hands. Caressing his cheeks with your thumbs.

And slowly you can see his face light up, like a flower starting to open in the morning sun. You smile, and he smiles. And you notice his chest puffing up a bit, as your words disperse his insecurities.

He looks over to Haarlep again, but not with that melancholic look he had before, no. Now... now he looks smug.

Haarlep rolls their eyes.

The following days, every single soul trapped in the House of Hope, gets sick of hearing the phrase "aging like fine wine" over, and over, and over, and over again...

Haarlep's name for the next month is reduced to "baby face". They contemplate drowning themself in the pool.

Raphael has never been merrier. Nor more full of himself. He commissions another portrait - a proper one, that shows him how he is.

He hangs it over the entrance of his wine cellar.

[wanderingmind867]

I don't want to be neurotic or insecure or anything, but I'm worrying nobody (or next to nobody) has seen my posts. And that's upsetting, because I've probably made at least 5-6 new posts today. So for my own peace of mind, can you tell me that you've seen my posts today. At least people saw them will make me a tiny bit better. I'll probably still end up wishing my posts had more notes, leading to me futilely reposting the same thing over and over. That seems to be a trend with me.

[bloody-bee-tea]

IntiMarch 2024 Day 9 - Listen closely

The prompt for this was "Touch me"

Suguru smiles into his book when Satoru walks past the couch and absent-mindedly trails his fingers over Suguru’s shoulders. He’s on the phone, talking to someone and he’s pacing the room. His pacing leads him past Suguru again and again, and every time Satoru reaches out for him to touch him in some way; trailing his fingers over Suguru’s hand, his arm, his shoulder and one time even to pat his head, which made Suguru chuckle and Satoru frown at him.

He still hasn’t noticed what he’s doing and Suguru is not going to tell him.

Satoru gets weirdly self-conscious about these things when they are pointed out to him, even when Suguru reiterates again and again that he doesn’t mind, that he loves it actually, so Suguru bites his tongue.

He enjoys these casual touches way too much to say anything and risk making Satoru stop.

Satoru walks close again, but this time he stops behind the couch, his fingers carding through Suguru’s hair as he listens to something the other person says. Suguru can make out a male voice, but that’s about it and he’s not straining to listen in.

Satoru will tell him who that was or he won’t and Suguru is fine with both.

They have more trust in their relationship than that, so Suguru doesn’t feel the need to pry, even after Satoru hangs up.

What does worry Suguru though is how Satoru stays quiet.

“Everything okay?” he asks after five minutes where Satoru did nothing but play with Suguru’s hair and he knows that something is definitely not right when Satoru jumps as if he has forgotten all about Suguru.

“Everything’s fine,” Satoru still tells him and Suguru makes a face at him to let him know just how unbelievable that sounds. “I have to go out for a while, that okay?” Satoru asks him and Suguru rolls his eyes.

“What am I, your keeper? We have no plans for today, so do whatever you like,” he gives back because it’s not as if they have to be glued to each other all the time.

They both have their own set of friends the other don’t like much, so it’s not unusual for either of them to do anything without the other and the fact that Satoru even has to ask that makes Suguru frown.

“You know you don’t have to ask my permission, right?” he adds on, because something about Satoru has been strange since the phone call.

Satoru is quick to nod his head though he doesn’t seem much happier.

“I just thought–” he trails off. “Never mind.”

“Satoru, if you want to stay, stay,” Suguru says, finally lowering his book completely. “If you want to go, then go. I’ll be here. I intend to finish this book today, so you know where to find me.”

“You don’t even want to know where I’m going?” Satoru asks and Suguru reaches up to untangle Satoru’s fingers from his hair so he can hold his hand.

“Do I have to ask? Do you want to tell me?” Suguru wants to know and Satoru lets out a deep sigh.

“I guess not,” he whispers, but he intertwines their fingers before he leans down to press his cheek to Suguru’s. “You don’t mind that I’m going?” 

“I’m starting to think that you might want me to mind,” Suguru sighs out and turns his head to press a kiss to the corner of Satoru’s mouth. 

“But you don’t.” There’s no trace of emotion in Satoru’s voice, nothing that lets Suguru know what the right answer to this is, what Satoru wants from him right now and so he simply decides to be honest.

“I don’t,” he agrees and nuzzles Satoru’s cheek. 

“Okay,” Satoru gives back and moves away, though not without demanding a real kiss, which Suguru is more than happy to give him. “I’ll be back before dinner.”

“Okay. If not, call me. I don’t want your food to go cold.”

“Fine, fine. You’ve got plans today?”

They just talked about the fact that they both had absolutely no plans until like five minutes ago, but still, Suguru only raises his book in answer.

He does intend to get through it today.

“Alright then, nerd,” Satoru fondly says and tugs on Suguru’s hair playfully. “It’ll be much easier for you to concentrate on that if I’m not here anyway,” he then adds with a crooked smirk and Suguru immediately shakes his head.

“Not true, everything's better when you’re there,” he gives back because it’s the truth and it makes Satoru blush slightly, which is a win in Suguru’s book.

“Shut up,” Satoru half-heartedly mutters but he moves away from Suguru to put on his shoes. “I’ll make dinner, no worries,” he calls back and Suguru looks over to him.

“You’re going to leave, just like that?” he demands to know and stubbornly tilts his head, waiting for a kiss when Satoru only stares at him.

“How demanding,” Satoru chuckles out but he does move back in for that kiss Suguru wants.

“Have fun and be safe,” Suguru says when they part, because he always does when Satoru leaves the house without him even though Satoru only carelessly waves his hand at him. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he calls back. “Love you!”

“Love you, too,” Suguru quickly says, but the door closes before the words fully leave his mouth and Suguru sighs.

He’ll have to make sure to tell Satoru again when he comes back, he decides and then busies himself with his book again. The quiet of their apartment is a little bit jarring at first and even though Suguru adjusts to it relatively quickly, he never forgets that Satoru is currently not home.

Suguru always misses him when he’s not there.

~*~*~

Satoru behaved strangely even before he went out, but now that he’s back, something is definitely off. 

Suguru had moved his reading to his reading chair eventually, but when Satoru texted him that he’s on his way back–way before dinner–Suguru moved back to the couch, to be in perfect touching proximity for Satoru.

Now Satoru has been home for almost half an hour, and he’s passed the couch and Suguru’s spot on there several times already and not once has he reached out for Suguru.

No trailing fingertips, no hair playing, not even any head pats.

Something is bothering Satoru, Suguru is sure of it.

He gives him one more chance to go back to his usual behaviour before he says something, but when Satoru walks past him yet again without reaching out Suguru puts his book down.

“Satoru,” he calls out and waits for him to turn around to look at him. “What is wrong?”

“Huh?” Satoru mutters, clearly distracted by something but his gaze sharpens when Suguru continues to look at him. “Nothing is wrong.”

“Bullshit,” Suguru gives back, because he knows Satoru better than that. “Something is bothering you. What did I do?”

“Why do you assume it’s something you did?” Satoru wants to know, slowly coming closer to the couch and Suguru waits for him to sit down, but Satoru never does.

“If some random thing is bothering you, you’d still be touchy with me. But it’s been half an hour since you came home and despite a quick kiss you haven’t reached out for me at all, which means that something is wrong with me. Did I upset you?”

It’s an honest question; Satoru sometimes gets so lost in his head, twisting things around that he ends up accusing Suguru for something he never even did and Suguru knows from experience that it’s best to simply ask about it.

Satoru will tell him and then they can figure it out; either Suguru apologises or Satoru realises he was a little bit dumb and way too insecure for Suguru’s liking and then they can go back to their relaxing evening.

“Nothing is wrong,” Satoru says again, probably only to be contrary, and Suguru briefly presses his lips together.

“Fine. Touch me,” he demands, but Satoru stays frozen way too far away from him.

“Huh?”

“If nothing is wrong, then you can touch me. Come on, you like to do it all the time, shouldn’t be hard now, should it?”

It’s a little bit mean Suguru is aware of that, but he can’t help it. It’s not always that easy to get Satoru out of his own head, but this usually does the trick.

Suguru knows that he’s won, too, when Satoru’s fingers twitch and Satoru’s face falls briefly.

“It’s just–my dumb thoughts,” Satoru still tries to shrug him off and immediately Suguru worries.

This must be something serious then, if Satoru doesn’t take the offered chance to talk about it.

“Most of your thoughts are dumb,” Suguru agrees because even when Satoru is not worrying over nothing his thoughts don’t tend to be too mature most of the time and Suguru loves him for it.

To soften his words he stretches himself over the back of the couch, reaching for Satoru’s hand, reaching out for him first.

“Tell me about them anyway.”

Satoru hesitates for a second before he heaves out a sigh and comes around the couch. Suguru readily stretches his legs out on the length of the couch, so Satoru can lay down between them, his head on Suguru’s chest and it’s only when Satoru relaxes that Suguru prods him again.

“What is it, Satoru?” he wants to know, carding his fingers through Satoru’s hair, slipping one hand under his shirt, seeking the warmth of his skin and then he simply waits Satoru out until he’s ready to talk.

Sometimes it takes him a while to gather his thoughts into something coherent and Suguru doesn’t mind giving him that time.

“You’re going to be mad,” Satoru mutters eventually and Suguru bites back a sigh.

“I’m not going to be mad,” he patiently explains to Satoru, “because as long as you talk to me, we can figure it out.”

Satoru falls silent again, though it doesn’t last very long.

“I met with Naoya.”

“Okay,” Suguru simply gives back, though now he can guess where this is going to go. 

Naoya is head over heels in love with Satoru and he’s being an absolute douchebag about it, at least to Suguru. 

“What did he say?” Suguru still wants to know, because clearly this time Naoya hit a nerve.

“You don’t mind that I meet him?” Satoru wants to know instead of answering Suguru’s question and Suguru cranes his head to press a kiss to the top of Satoru’s head.

“I know he’s in love with you and you know it, too. If you meet with him, I trust that you’re aware enough to not fall for any of his flirting tricks. I can’t say I like the guy, but I know that you’ve known him for a very long time, so why would I mind? I trust you.”

“Or it’s just a convenient excuse for you, because you don’t really care,” Satoru bitterly mutters and now that makes Suguru frown.

“I don’t care? About what?”

“Me. Us. This relationship.”

“Now hold on a minute,” Suguru says and pushes Satoru up so he can look him in the face. “You think I don’t care about you?”

The thought makes his stomach drop out, because how can he have failed so much? How can he have failed to make Satoru understand just how much he loves him?

“Well,” Satoru awkwardly says with a shrug. “I mean–”

Suguru takes a deep breath instead of answering immediately because he’s so mad right now, but at least half of it is directed at himself for failing Satoru in such a way. 

“Please explain how you came to that conclusion,” Suguru says, trying to keep his voice even and calm but with the way Satoru’s shoulders almost raise to his ears he knows he’s failing at least somewhat.

“Naoya said it’s obvious,” Satoru mutters out and now that makes Suguru see red, though he still tries to reign it in. 

“What did the fucker say?” Suguru bites out and immediately chastises himself even though it makes Satoru smile, if only briefly.

“He said it’s obvious that I care much more about this relationship than you do.”

“And he wants to know that how? It’s not as if he’s living with us and he barely sees us together. I’m curious to know how he came to that conclusion.”

“It’s just–he’s not entirely wrong, I think,” Satoru mumbles though he does reach for Suguru’s hand to soften his words. “I am much more tactile and more vocal about how much I love you, too.”

Suguru already has a thousand things to say to that, but he bites his tongue for now. He can tell that Satoru is not yet done.

“And–he said that you might be in it for the money. I mean, I’m paying for everything, that much is true. It’s not as if you have to worry about rent or anything.”

Suguru takes a deep breath before he speaks. 

“Alright, is that it? Or are there any other concerns?” he wants to know and despite everything Satoru flashes him a quick smile.

“He also said that I’m clearly the prettier one, but for that I told him to shut the fuck up.”

“You shouldn’t have,” Suguru immediately says, “because while he spouts a lot of bullshit, he’s definitely right in that regard.”

“Suguru!” Satoru protests but Suguru only rolls his eyes.

“Shut up and get your phone,” he instructs him because the money thing is at least easily disproved.

“What for?” Satoru mutters but does as he was told to do.

“Go into your banking app, check your income. I know you never ever look at it, so do it now.”

Satoru frowns but starts tapping away at his screen and Suguru knows he’s done when his eyes go big.

“You’re sending me money?” he whispers out and Suguru sighs.

“Of course I am. Half of the rent, utilities and groceries. Until we’re married and have a shared account it will stay that way.”

“‘Until we’re married’?” Satoru breathes out and Suguru hates how much disbelief he can detect in his voice. “Not if?”

“Never if,” Suguru decidedly says and leans forward to capture Satoru’s face in his hands. “You’re it for me. Of course I’m going to marry you eventually. That’s not even a question for me.”

Satoru seems honestly shocked by that and Suguru really wonders just where he went wrong to make Satoru doubt them like that.

“Satoru, I love you. I love you so much, you have to know that. And I’m definitely not in it for the money, as you can see,” Suguru says with a nod towards the phone. 

“Okay,” Satoru says, as if it’s as easy as that and Suguru knows that he would let it go now, but Suguru goes on. If they let it be at this then these thoughts will rear their ugly heads every once in a while and Suguru is not going to take that chance. Still, comfort over explanation, Suguru thinks.

“Come back here, please,” he quietly says and makes grabby hands at Satoru, who easily lays down on top of Suguru again.

“I’m sorry for being stupid,” Satoru mutters as he goes heavy on top of Satoru again.

“It’s okay to have concerns and to wonder about things,” Suguru tells him as he goes back to carding his fingers through Satoru’s hair. “But I need you to know that I care very much about you and this relationship. We just express it differently.”

“How so?” Satoru wonders, though he doesn’t tense up, stays soft and malleable on Suguru and Suguru loves him so much it sometimes feels as if he’s going to burst apart with it.

He wishes he could let Satoru feel that.

“You are very tactile,” Suguru starts with, “that much is clear. But I don’t think you’re more tactile than me. You just initiate it first, you’re more forward with it. But have I ever pushed you away? Moved out of the way, or otherwise let you feel as if your touch isn’t welcome?”

Satoru thinks about his question for a moment.

“You have a reading chair,” is what Satoru finally says and it’s so out of left field that Suguru frowns.

“Yeah?” He’s not quite sure what Satoru is on about.

“You have a chair completely, wholly dedicated to reading in it and yet you always end up here, on the couch, and then you complain about how much your back hurts and yet you’re back in that spot the next day.”

Well, when Satoru says it like that it almost sounds embarrassing.

“And what conclusion do you draw from that?” Suguru wants to know, though he can tell that Satoru has figured it out already.

“You sit there, because I reach out for you every time I walk past when I go somewhere in the apartment. And it wouldn’t be possible if you sat in the chair.”

“Exactly,” Suguru breathes out and buries his face in Satoru’s hair. “It’s the reason I knew something was wrong, too, because you passed me several times without touching me and I can’t say I like that very much.”

“I never realised,” Satoru mutters, sounding far away and Suguru bets his life on the fact that he’s running through as many of their moments together as he can. It doesn’t worry Suguru, because he knows that Satoru will only see just how much Suguru craves this contact, too.

He gives Satoru another few minutes before he speaks up again.

“I express my love for you just as often as you do, as well. I just don’t always use the same words. I mean ‘I love you’ whenever I tell you to be safe when you leave. I mean ‘I love you’ when I ask you to text me so your dinner won’t get cold. I mean ‘I love you’ when I ask you to rest, when I banter with you, when I egg you on, when I join you in your shenanigans. I might not always use those exact three words, but I always, always mean it.”

“I see,” Satoru breathes out and rubs his face against Suguru’s chest. “I’m sorry for being stupid,” he says again and Suguru sighs.

“You’re not stupid, so don’t apologise. Just know that I love you, that I care about you, us, this relationship just as much as you do. And then prepare to say yes when I’m going to ask you to marry me.”

“You really will?” Satoru asks, turning his head so he’s able to look at Suguru and it takes Suguru’s breath away, how beautiful he is.

“I really, really will. I have the ring already.”

It was supposed to be a surprise but Suguru guesses it can’t hurt to say this now.

“Ask me now, then,” Satoru demands, his eyes sparkling with excitement but Suguru shakes his head.

“Not a chance. I’m going to catch you off guard,” Suguru promises him and Satoru laughs.

“I won’t be able to think about anything else from now on.”

“And I will wait until you finally do and then I’ll hit you with it,” he softly gives back and pushes Satoru’s bangs out of his face. 

“Okay, deal,” Satoru agrees and nuzzles into Suguru’s hand. “I can’t wait.”

“I love you,” Suguru says, dropping a kiss to the tip of Satoru’s nose. 

He vows to say it more often now, just so that Satoru can be sure that he really means it.

“I love you, too. And I promise I’m not going to listen to Naoya anymore from now on.”

That makes Suguru laugh and Satoru shakes with it.

“Please,” he agrees, because listening to Naoya is such a bad idea in the first place. “And if any other doubts come up, you talk to me instead of keeping it all bottled up.”

“Fair enough,” Satoru hums out and stretches himself to bring their lips together. “Dinner still on?”

“We’re ordering in, there’s no way I’m getting up now to prepare it,” Suguru decides, because he’s perfectly happy and content right where they are and he’s not going to make Satoru get up.

“Sounds good,” Satoru easily gives back and places his head on Suguru’s chest again.

They order dinner late, too caught up in the comfort of being like this with each other and Suguru knows that neither of them mind. And despite everything, Suguru counts this evening as a win because when he drops food into Satoru’s bowl he knows he loves but never gets for himself Satoru mouths ‘I love you, too’ at him.

[meganfoxrocksmyworld]

[zoros-sake-bottles]

Sanji x Insecure Fem! Reader!

Sanji was perfect. He treated you like a queen, worshiping the land you walked on and thanking God for creating “such an ethereal soul”. He was gentle and patient and kind hearted. He believed in you and wished more for you then you could ever wish for yourself. Standing next to him, you were always left wondering “Am I enough? Do I do for him what he does for me?”. Sometimes you would sit in your room and debate his behavior towards you, overthinking was a trait you so heavily possessed. You’d look at yourself in the mirror and see how pudgy you were. Each time you saw the stretch marks on the insides of your arms and thighs, the ones on the sides of your stomach-... tears swelled up in your eyes.

         The bits of acne spread throughout your face and body didn’t make it any better. You couldn’t even begin when it came to your body hair and slight hyperpigmentation. Sometimes at night one of the rare times Sanji wasn’t with you, you maladaptive day dreamed about a magic eraser. A small white piece of rubber that you would run over the parts of your body that you hated and just like that your insecurity would disappear in an instant. With that eraser you could look like Nami or Robin, unblemished and a suitable girlfriend for your perfect boyfriend. Alas, there was no eraser and you would stay this way for who knows how long. These are the thoughts that made you become distant. These are the thoughts that influenced you to skip meals. 

You thought you were doing good, “fasting” or “dieting” whichever one of those you chose as an excuse to just drink water and eat a couple slices of fruit every now and then. Though this definitely didn’t go unnoticed by Sanji. When it came to you, he knew practically everything and he definitely wasn’t going to allow you to do this to yourself, you were too precious to him. So around the evening when everyone had eaten and winded down he snuck off to your room with a basket of your favorite foods. “Darling?” he knocked. “Darling, it's me”. You’d got out of the shower not too long ago and your hair was wrapped in a towel. You sat on your bed in your silk tank top and pajama shorts.

       You wanted to ignore him and at first you did but when his pleas became more desperate and he made it clear that he wasn’t leaving, you couldn’t help but open the door for him. His face lit up when his eyes landed on you, like a dog when an owner came home after being at work all day. “Sanji?” you eyed the basket in his hand already knowing what it was. “Hm? Oh! I thought we could eat together since you haven’t eaten dinner yet” he looked to the basket and back to you with a smile. “I don’t-”. “Ma cherie, we’ve barely seen each other in the past three days and you haven’t been eating” he cupped your cheek, his eyebrows scrunched in concern. You said nothing. “I miss you mon amour , tell me what's going on”.

       No you thought, don’t say things that I don’t deserve to hear. You tried to pull away from him but your body didn’t move and the floodgates opened and you couldn’t stop the tears that were flooding your eyes. Your hands rushed to hide the emotions from him but it was too late and he was fast acting, wiping your tears away with a sympathetic frown. You were sniffling and he was ushering you out of the hallway into your room, closing the door with his foot. Quickly he set the basket down on your desk and rushed to your side with a box of tissues. The two of you sat in silence for a bit as you tried to get yourself together.

        “Darling? Please tell me what’s been bothering you” he urges you while sitting across from you on your bed. He wipes your cheeks with the back of his hand. “Seeing you like this is killing me”. You let out an exhale and can't help but think about how much more ugly you look right now. You glanced down at your exposed skin and suddenly have the impulse to cover up your legs. Sanji takes note of how you pick up a pillow and throw it over your lap. He removes the pillow and lays his head there instead, earning a startled gasp from you.

     "Y/n" he gazed into your eyes from below. You gently closed his eyes with two fingers. "don't open them until I say" your voice was slightly hoarse from crying. He hummed in agreement and shut his eyes. You shakily exhaled as you prepared yourself to explain. "i've been feeling very insecure about my body lately". "And-.... I guess… i don't know it's stupid" you huffed. Why was it so hard to say? "It's not stupid, don't say that". You close your eyes as well and find that you are able to think easier.

  “I keep having these thoughts that I'm not good enough for you because of how overweight and imperfect I am”. “So that's why you’ve been avoiding me and why you haven’t been eating?” he said in frustration. “I don’t want you to find me unattractive Sanji, you dating me-... sometimes it doesn’t feel real at all. I'm lucky that someone like me could even-”. “Stop” he interrupts you, removing himself from your lap. You keep your eyes closed, afraid of what the look on his face is like. “Sweetheart” you feel his hands gently hold yours. “Look at me,” he pleads. Your eyes open a splint and then fully.

  He was staring at you with a frown that made you feel ashamed. “Don’t ever, ever think that you're lucky to be dating me, it's the opposite and it will always be the opposite. I'm thankful you even looked my way- every second of attention you give me makes me feel like the richest man in the world” he said. “But-”. “No, do you hear me?- And I don’t want to hear you talk about yourself like that ever again, not only are you insulting yourself but you're hurting me” his brows furrow. “W-what?” you ask.

   “I have this girlfriend who’s the greatest piece of art to ever exist but she believes she’s ugly, so then she damages herself and hides herself away so that nobody can ever see her beauty again” he scowls. You can’t meet his eyes anymore. “So what will it take?” he asks and sighs. “what will what-”. “To get you to recognize how much of a rare blessing you are Mi amor…- you can’t even comprehend how much better you make my life everyday”. Your face was flushed and you could only hope that he didn’t take notice.

          “So what do I need to do to get you to realize that?” his head tilted to the side as he watched you. “i d….n...ow” you mumbled. “Hm? I can’t hear you love” he lifted your chin, eyeing your lips in their natural pouting position. “I don’t know” you said clearly this time, struggling to make eye contact with him. “Should I…kiss all the insecurities away?”. Your body shuttered as Sanji leaned back on his elbow and placed a kiss on your bare shoulder, moving down your arm, making sure to give the stretch marks extra special attention.

          You squirmed upon feeling the warmth of his breath on the bit of your side that had been exposed due to the rolling up of your tank top. Your stomach, that's where most of your hatred originated from, hence why you began to panic inside. But all doubt was washed away when you felt his soft lips on your skin. He was gentle as he kissed the outstretched skin,  you could tell he was enjoying it. “You're so stunning dear” he whispered. And for the first time in days your mind was clearing, he wasn’t disgusted by you, he wanted you and only you, you were his.

  Sanji was making his way to the front of your stomach when all of a sudden your stomach growled. He paused and smiled at you before giggling. Your face was on fire and you covered it with both hands. He peeled your hands away and kissed your lips before crawling off the bed and getting the basket. He set up a bed tray before taking out the food which was still warm. He sat it on the table in front of you (your favorite stew, rice and some side dishes).

  You were prepared to pick up a spoon but Sanji had already held one in front of your mouth. You bashfully allowed him to feed you the savory meal, he never once let you lift a finger.

[candywife333]

Delulu is the Solulu

PART 1- Hairy Big Toe

AND PART 1 is finally out. Planning 2-3 parts for this.

Chubby OC (with PCOS) x simp idol Jungkook

No proofreading done

Summary: Our OC (Lee Ireum) loves Jungkook of BTS to pieces. She loves him through the distance of her screen and in fact is one of his avid fan club members. She is running for president of the ARMY fan club in her home town. But, she has a peculiarity about her, that even her fellow members in arms don't know about her. She never wants to meet them. She never wants to meet BTS, and she especially never wants to meet Jungkook. She believes in never meeting your heroes because they will end up disappointing you, eventually. To hold up this ideal, she has never been to their in person events. However, though she has never been to a fan meet ,she is supposed to attend one the coming week (at the blackmailing insistence of one of her friends). Yet, she had started to text a dude through a popular dating app around the same time all of this was happening.

It had started out as a prank, this dating profile. She would post sexy pics , have amusing chats with thirsty dudes, and then block them for the shits and giggles. Living the true online play girl life, something she would never do in real life cause of insecurities. The odd thing with the dude she is texting though is that the time stamps of the texts are not showing up in Korean time, it almost seemed like Eastern standard time. And the odder thing was that closer to her fan meet date, the time stamps changed back to korean standard time. The question was, who exactly was she chatting with?

Description : This fic will be written with chat messages in between (dilineated by bullets), alternating with the usual writing.

Disclaimer: The character of Jungkook in this fic is not a true representation of his real life actions or personality. Please treat this is fiction.

Triggers: voyeurism, dub-conish , body insecurity (chubby hairy OC incoming)

I opened up my phone to see the recent chats I had received from the new dating app I signed up for a week back. Damn, so many requests within a few hours from when I finished updating my blank profile with pics of myself (of course since it is just a thirst trap account without my face) which were just way too scandalous for real life. I opened up the first chat that I received.

bunnyboy7- Show me your tits🤤

The hell, guys were that straightforward? I thought I would at least get a little segue and introduction, luring me in, before being asked for my literal boobs in a pic.

strawcakes4- Excuse me? Sir this is a Wendy's drive through👵.

bunnyboy7- Then, at least show me your ass🍑

Damn, this dude was way too relentless. I didn't even show a hint of cleavage in my actual pics on the dating profile to signal that I might be open to showing anybody anything. How did this random guy, think he had the honor of seeing first my tits? and then my bare ass? I guess dude didn't yet know that I had a hairy ass. Even monkeys would be envious. I even had a few hairs on my tits. I grew chest hair before guys in my class did. Even had upper lip hair to match. Had to get that little bitch ripped off my face every Sunday with my handy dandy waxing pot, otherwise I would be sporting a rather impressive moustache most of the time. Dude, didn't know what he was even asking for.

strawcakes4- I think you have the wrong number Sir Bunny

bunnyboy7- Trust me baby, you won't regret me.

strawcakes4- What are you going to say next? champagne confetti? too predictable dude. You think you are JK or something🤨?

bunnyboy7- In fact yes I do, my fair lady. (5:00 AM EST)

strawcakes4- They say the world is made up of mostly sane poeple. I am beginning to doubt this claim. Delulu is not the solulu my friend. 😌No matter how much you and I both wish you were JK, that is not reality.

bunnyboy7- Ok, well how about you assume I am JK and why don't you show your favorite , cutest global pop-star your bellybutton then? Ask not what your JK can do for you, but what you can do for your JK. It is for a noble cause.

strawcakes4- Excuse me? how desperate are you dude? We progressed from ass, to tits, to belly button? You have a fetish or something? And now you claim to be JK---THE SHEER AUDACITY?! JK would be too busy earning millions ,performing at times square, eating noodles drenched in perilla oil, hanging out with calvin klein models. He would not be sitting here looking so pathetic.

bunnyboy7- Sometimes stars have needs too. Ok!? We don't have models gyrating 10 feet away from us all the time, contrary to popular opinion. And sometimes we do our own laundry. Is that so hard for you to fucking believe?!

What were the odds of this guy actually being jungkook? He was probably a troll or delusional fanboy who thought he was JK. He sure was putting in a lot of effort to convince me though. Rolling my eyes, I scrolled further down to reply:

strawcakes4- clutching my forehead in disbelief you need to get over yourself dude. If you are Jungkook, I am bloody britney spears. I am not sending nudes or sexting you. OFF to HORNY JAIL WITH YOU, YOUNG MAN!! 🔥If you were truly JK, you wouldn't be begging, you would already be receiving. bunnyboy7- Fine, fine fine, if you can't send me nudes or sext with me, let's play a game of 20 questions.

strawcakes4- Ok?

bunnyboy7- What does your pussy look like? describe it in no less than 20 words. Your timer starts now😉

This dude had balls of steel, he even wanted a pussy description. He would probably run for the hills if he actually saw my furry snatch in person. Chewing on my lip, deliberating my next response, I typed out:

strawcakes4- Ok, "JK", I think …………….I have contracted syphilis from my step father in Transylvania and I am about to die. So………….I am leaving the chat…………….to go get it treated.

bunnyboy7- Don't lie to me like that strawbaby!!! Don't you dare leave this chat.

------Strawcakes4 has left the chat

bunnyboy7- Goddamnit. Ok forget about pussy. At least show bobs.🤤 (5:10 AM EST)

bunnyboy7- Fuck, I came on to her way too hard I guess

Giggling and kicking my feet as I lay on my bed, I chuckled, sounding like a pig snorting in the process. At least he figured out, that he was coming on to me way too hard and way too inappropriately.

I sat there contemplating whether I should delete his chat log and block him. I usually did that after 2-3 interactions with particularly horny dudes, or even after 1 interaction with really annoying clingy guys. Here for a good time, not a long time fellas. I was literally baffled when some of them were using me for therapy sessions. Like, why should I do so much unpaid work?! Like hell I was wasting my time talking to these dudes constantly .

I didn't mind flirting, bantering and eventually sharing pics after building a rapport (not like I kept them for long in my dms either way). But the way this dude had come on so strong was perplexing and rather irritating. I had come across this type of behavior from many other dudes. But he was the first one to not even say Hi. Usually the other dudes had decency to atleast greet her and then start their lewd demands. Pathetic buffoon.

I flopped onto my back, sighing over the fact that I would have to attend that fan meet in a few days. I did not want to meet any of the members of BTS. The only idols I had an intention of meeting in my life were MAMAMOO. I loved their vibe and would feel comfortable in their presence. My main reason for wanting to meet was also so I could ask Hwasa to step on my face with her high heels. The lady was a divine goddess. Sometimes I just wished I was lesbian, because so many things would be easier. Finding men attractive, was a curse.

Running for president of our BTS fanclub in our hometown was a feat. You can only print out so many posters of Jimin's luscious lips, and Jin's windswept perfectly tousled hair, before you get tired of seeing them. Somedays I got so tired of doing BTS related activities, like chaperoning younger armys to attend their music shows and meets in Korea. It was fine when I was a younger teen in middle school, but as a college junior it felt taxing at times.

I had seen the members from afar but never went to actual fan meets where you could interact or talk to them. Convinced it would lead to disillusionment at their carefully manufactured images and heartache, I rejected attending those type of meets. My baby members always pushed me attend, wanting me as a chaperone so their parents would feel comfortable with them attending. I just couldn't though, and they would stare back at me with their puppy dog eyes disheartened at my refusal. But, something about my attitude as a fan had changed. I still loved them to the moon and back, but I guess it was getting tiring.

I had different priorities I guess, like getting a new job with the marketing degree I was to graduate with next year. I groaned at the prospect of finding a place to live next year. My dorm room would be gone and I would have to look for a flat since mom and dad lived in the countryside.

Two days later, I was met with another stream of texts from the same person, bunnyboy7. Why in the fucking hell was he bothering me now? Especially with the dreaded fan meet I had to attend in a few days. Armies looked out for each other, and the main reason for me to attend wasn't honestly even about running for president. It was the responsibility of looking after the young, impressionable minds that would be attending. Had to make sure they didn't get hurt in a crowd, or break down. You would be surprised how many people tended to cry a river and lose their bloody mind when seeing their favorite idols.

I opened the chat log:

bunnyboy7- you there angel? my beautiful goddess? temptress of my dreams, or shall I say tittytress of my fantasies😏😏

I scoffed as I stared at the screen, what the hell was he on? weed? nicotine? You would think one rejection would be enough to get my point across, to convey my distaste.

strawcake4- Ummmmm. Why are you still talking to me dude? I am not interested in sexting or nudes. Leave me alone, I am way too busy for this right now

bunnyboy7- I have been fisting myself everyday to the pic you posted of yourself in a see through black babydoll dress with your tits drooping down , perfect size for my hands to squeeze. I almost came as I could see your thick thighs, just the right size to have wrapped around my neck as I lick your juicy little pussy😜 Please at least take pity on a poor man and post a feet pic. (7:00 AM KST)

strawcake4- Ok dude, this convo has prolonged far enough. If you have a boner, I will deflate it in two seconds flat, that's all I need. My toes are hairy, my tummy is hairy, my legs are ......you guessed it hairy and so is the rest of my body. I look like a cross between a chubby baboon and a chimpanzee. Now , unless you are into bestiality, you won't want to engage further with me. Leave me the fuck alone.

I expected no response from him, confident in my abilities to turn off men. The dude would have deleted the chat by now. Checking out of sheer curiosity, I was shocked, gasping as sweat beaded on my hairline, at his reply:

bunnyboy7- It's ok baby, we can just shave it all off if it bothers you, no biggie. 😋But I like my pussies hairy , a whole jungle, so don't worry in the least. And I can tell just from your pics, that I would drown in your pussy and never come up for air. It would be a glorious way to go, don't you think darling 🤓

I was breathless as I stared at his text, what the hell did he mean? He didn't mind all the body hair and my fat little self?

strawcake4- stop messing around dude, you are just lying. Now let us just end the convo, you are fooling nobody.

bunnyboy7- Who said I was lying baby😏. Just send one pic of your choosing of your body. And I will prove it to you. (7: 05 AM KST)

I shouldn't be doing this. But my fingers moved to my photo gallery and I picked out one pic I had taken in dim light of my tits and tummy, intact with strawberry red lingerie that showed hints of fine downy hair here and there. He would probably be turned off and we could end this interaction. I paused several minutes, indecisive about sending the pic.

bunnyboy7- You still there babe? please babygirl, I am salivating at the thought of you. Send a pic, any pick. The mere thought of you is keeping me on the verge of cumming. (7: 10 AM KST )

I took a deep breath, not dragging the pic through my editing app, and clicked SEND, closing my eyes at the thought of what I had just done, wincing a little. I peeked at the screen with one eye open, he was typing. I almost jolted up towards the ceiling as I saw what he had written, my panties getting damp involuntarily.

bunnyboy7- OMG BABY🤤🤤I can't handle all your beauty. The perfect tits, tipped with chocolate brown areolas. I could just bite into them. And that gorgeous collection of pudge around your belly, your skin and flesh looks so soft. I can't believe I am saying this but........I would even lick your armpits and your asshole if you would let me. Totally my dream girl. I am cumming, oh ma god , I can't hold back anymore.

Before, I could reread his text, I received a pic. WTF!!!! My soul almost left my body, it was a pic of cum all squirted out , translucent and stringy onto his plain white sheets.

bunnyboy7- A tribute to you my luscious goddess. If only I could see you in motion, in 3D babe, to truly worship you. (7: 15 KST)

Something in my brain started tugging at me as I sat there on my bed stunned at all his proclamations of lust. Wait, when did his time zone change from EST to KST??? Didn't Jungkook just come back to Korea a few days back? It definitely couldn't be him , right ? We already had a joking convo about that. What type of reverse psychology was he using, if it was actually him?

I was about to dismiss the thought from my head when I saw his cum pic. Wait, I had seen that tattoo somewhere. His pic had part of his hand in the frame. If you weren't an army who had hung up his posters all of your school, you might not have a clue. But, the M on one of his knuckes, was a big give away. I still found it hard to believe even with the evidence. Why would Jungkook of BTS, the beloved, hot and happening global popstar, be texting me? And what had become of my vow never to interact with them?

Had I actually just now talked to Jungkook? And seen his cum sprayed all over his sheets? and had him simping over hairy little, big foot me? Since when did people like me talk with people like them?

[serenityquest]