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#and its just been making me... so insecure to look in the mirror

uglyducklingofthe2000s · 26 days

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Are You Jealous? - LN

Request from @landoslady - Helloooo so since we now know lando will be on chicken shop date could we do a story where him and reader are dating and she gets jealous and its is a lil angst but a whole lot of fluff

Now I'm ngl, after watching this...Lando was imo the least flirty guest that she's ever had on chicken shop date. Like man was just oo awkward, too shy and idk if this is going to be quiet what is expected with this request bc I think it was assumed Lando would be a bit more like Jack Harlow vibes of his flirting game but I hope what I've written is ok.

Also just a little warning, I might paint Amelia in ever so slightly a bad light. It's just to work into the jealous!reader trope. I know she's really nice irl and I don't think she'd actually be the way I've written her, and I've tried to make it that the jealousy is founded by the reader overthinking and just being sort of insecure about herself.

Jealous/insecure!reader

No part 2 request please

"What are you doing tomorrow?" Lando asks absently as he looks at his phone while sitting in bed.

"Me? I was just going to stay in bed and rot before we fly back to Monaco." Y/n yawns earning a grin. "Why?"

"I just checked my calendar, I'm doing the chicken shop date tomorrow in London." Lando states knowing his girlfriend can be a little jealous thing at times. And while he shouldn't love feeding into it, on this occasion it's actually not on purpose. He didn't even realise that he had anything arranged for tomorrow, it's a good thing he even checked his calendar.

"You...-You're what?" Y/n frowns turning around from having been looking in the mirror where she'd been removing make up. "Did you just say chicken shop date?"

"Yeah, that YouTuber Amelia." Lando smiles then looking at her for a moment. "You look annoyed."

"I'm not annoyed." Y/n shrugs quickly then standing up. "I need to wash my face."

Y/n hates the fact she gets jealous so easily and she tries to cover it up but obviously fails miserably. Lando smirks a little rolling his eyes to himself as he follows her into the bathroom finding her giving her face an especially harsh scrub and while he waits for her to wash it off and pat her face dry.

"You don't need to get jealous." Lando states stepping up behind her, hands landing on her waist.

"I'm not."

"You can come with me to make sure I behave." Lando offers actually wanting y/n there.

He's a natural flirt with y/n, he can tease her without a second thought into it. But actually he doesn't feel overly eager about meeting someone new and being expected to flirt with her.

"You're cute when you're jealous, you know that?" Lando smiles resting his chin on her shoulder while she looks at him at him through the reflection.

"Shut up." Y/n mumbles then sighing. "You don't want me there."

"Y/n, I always want you there." Lando smiles making her sigh. "Please? I want you there, you know I don't like new people."

"Weirdo." Y/n teases though it's still in a murmur.

"Is that a yes?" Lando pokes making her hum before he grins and kisses her cheek. "Good."

Lando smiles pulling up to the chicken shop location that was on his calendar.

"Hey, you made it." Amelia greets while Lando appears with y/n's hand in his own.

Now this is an opportunity to build a nice first impression and really not paint herself as a jealous bitch. But she doesn't actually get the chance.

"It's nice to meet you. I hope you don't mind I brought my girlfriend with me, this is y/n." Lando smiles swinging their hands between them.

"Hi, it's great to meet both of you." Amelia smiles and y/n has to stab at herself internally for going into this ready for a fight. "We actually kind of do the whole set up with just met and the guest with one person who makes sure all the equipment is working. So I feel bad because you won't be able to be there to watch."

Nevermind y/n hates her.

"That's fine. Not sure how it'd be to third wheel a date with my boyfriend and someone else anyway." Y/n laughs managing to play off her bubbling jealousy into something much less upset.

"I'll just be a minute." Lando states beginning to hand some of the stuff he brought with him to y/n to take care of and somewhat hoping he can actually reassure y/n that everything is fine. "Are you ok?"

"Yes." y/n states promptly making Lando hum since he doesn't believe her. "Don't really get why the two of you have to be alone."

"Oh baby." Lando laughs immediately cupping her face and kissing her several times. "I love you."

"Yeah...sure you do." Y/n murmurs making him laugh and hug her tightly kissing her again. "I love you too...even if you're annoying." She's immediately squeezed tightly while she hugs her arms around him.

"So clingy." Lando chuckles, as if he doesn't love her all the more for it. "Alright, I don't think it's going to be too long. So hopefully you don't have to sit out here for long."

"Ok. Have fun." Y/n states feeling maybe a little more relaxed.

It's not as if she doesn't trust Lando, this is not going to be a moment of him meeting this woman and falling in love with her. Though deep that that's definitely a fear her insecurities are fighting to work on.

Sadly dating Lando Norris means feeling like every other girl is somewhat of a threat. The man is out of her league, though he'd insist otherwise, his fans certainly let her know the truth without filtering in consideration of her feelings.

Y/n shakes those thoughts from her head as she watches Lando and Amelia set up for the "date".

It's not real. Stop it.

Y/n chews on her lip as she sits with the production team who are trying to include her in their conversation but she is admittedly just focused on watching Lando.

He looks a littler awkward and uncomfortable. Not hard to read in his body language but he's trying to live up to his usual reputation with people. Despite popular belief, he's not a smooth talker and actually when he can be, he's quiet and prefers to be a listener rather than a talker.

There is some moments that Lando looks over at y/n since she's very might sitting within sight of him.

Annoyingly, watching him get more and more comfortable with her reignites her jealousy and eventually when he starts laughing she tears her gaze away. And she doesn't look back until Lando appears.

"Hey, baby-oh." Lando laughs but his amusement isn't received well.

He could tell as soon as he got over to her, she's pouting. She never means to pout, he is almost certain she doesn't even realise when she's doing it which is why it's much more endearing that annoying. She's trying not to be upset but she is.

"Can I wait in the car? I'm cold." Y/n mumbles making him smile a little.

"Yeah, of course you can." Lando nods digging in his pocket for his keys but when he holds them out for her he quickly snags them away. "Ah. Gimme a kiss first."

Y/n looks at him with a wave of annoyance flash behind her eyes, mostly likely because of his slight cockiness but she's also just being her usual jealous self.

She doesn't say anything. Instead just standing up and kissing him before she steals the keys.

Amelia moves over as y/n walks away to his car.

"Is she ok?"

"Yeah...just a little moody. Probably tired." Lando laughs knowing better than to just outright say she's jealous. "And cold. I don't think she was expecting to sit outside. She's a fan of chicken shop dates."

"Oh you should've said."

"No, it's ok. She'll be happy to watch it when it comes out." Now he's just lying to the woman's face, he's be surprised if he could force y/n to watch it never mind witness her happily watch it.

After shooting some photos and clips for the promo content, Lando does head off and walk to his car smiling as he opens the passenger seat.

"Still moody?" He jokes earning a huff. "Aww...baby. You don't need to be jealous."

"Yeah, well you looked pretty damn happy in there." Y/n mumbles bitterly hating how amused Lando is by her annoyance. Especially since she knows how ridiculous she sounds.

"It was a fake date, for media. And now, I'm taking you on a real date, I'm going to lavish you, show you off and just complete spoil you. So whatever you want to do for the rest of the day. That's what we're doing."

Y/n looks torn while Lando smiles awaiting her response. He knows she's never going to pass up an opportunity to do what she wants for a date.

"What'd you wanna do?"

"I just wanna go back to Monaco and go out for dinner."

Maybe no surprise that she wanted to get away from here and go as far as possible.

"How about...since we're in London, we get the Euro star to Paris and then after we get back to Monaco?"

"Paris?" Y/n mumbles trying to hide a smile. "Really?"

"Yeah, I think I realised I maybe need to be more romantic with you anyway." Lando smiles making her frown a little as he leans closer and pecks her lips. "I love you, even if you're pouty when you're all jealous."

"I love you too...how was it?" Y/n mumbles making him wrinkle his nose.

"She's not you...I'd rather record one of our dates and post it online that do that again." Lando shrugs then smiling. "Alright, baby. To Paris. Might capture some of our date for the movie account."

"The account you have yet to post on?" Y/n snorts earning a grin.

"I got plans for Australia." Lando shrugs earning a hum from the young woman.

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i4hischier · 1 month

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𝜗𝜚 just come home , lando norris

✦ °. — girl dad!lando norris x fem!reader

✦ °. — plot: your husband has been away due to racing season so when your two year old vocalizes on the phone how much he misses him, he takes a break from his breaktime to come see his two favorite girls.

✦ °. — warnings: none, lando + reader get emotional, really cute like tooth rotting (wc: 902)

✦ °. — mars’ mind: i had this exact dream about lando a few nights ago and really really wanted to write about it before my head exploded

it was slowly getting late as you stood in the kitchen washing up dishes from dinner, while your daughter lily sat in the floor playing with her toys. your phone started buzzing, you looked at it and saw lando was trying to facetime you. you hurried to dry off your hands and swipe to answer.

“hello!” lando beamed once your face appeared on the screen. “hi my love” you smile, propping yourself up against the counter on your elbows. “how are you doing?” he asks, its was bright out, he most likely was just now leaving the track he just raced on.

“oh i was cleaning up from dinner” you pause, “i watched your race, did good today im proud of you!” the praise made lando smile from ear to ear, he got p4 which isnt podium but still something to be proud of. “maybe that why i did so good, cause i had my lucky charm watching me” he giggled at his own remark, even made himself blush.

you walk over to your daughter, sitting on the floor next to her. “actually, you had both of your lucky charms!” you smile, showing lily the phone. lando’s face lit up and he waved at her, “hi darling!” he chimed.

lily reached out for the phone, grabbing it from you and holding it comedically close to her face. “oh okay i guess its her phone now” you joke, smiling at her. “hi h-hi daddy!” she seemed as if she wanted to reach out to him through the phone. lando giggled at just the pure sound of her voice.

“hi there princess, did you watch daddy race today?” he asks. she doesnt say anything back she just nods her head. “i-i miss you” her little voice and her pleading words made your bottom lip stick out in a pout. “aw you do? well daddy will be home soon okay darling?” lily nodded, turning her attention back to her toys and dropping the phone on the ground.

you grab the phone, standing up and walking down the hallway to the bathroom. “well i guess she didnt want to talk to me anymore” he jokes before pausing to take notice of your face. the lines around your eyes and your nose turned pink and eyes watery. “whats wrong baby?” he plead. “i dont know” you shrugged, laughing at yourself for getting teary eyed. “for some reason the way she said she missed you pulled at my heart strings a little bit” you smile.

“i know mine too a little bit, made me feel a little choked up” he smiled. “we do really miss you over here though” you got somewhat serious with your statement. “i know honey and you know i’d be on a plane to you right now if i could but my body desperately needs a break”

you nodded, you knew he was right. it wasnt gonna be like this forever but for the small amount of time that it is, it sucks. “i know baby, and its okay, you know i want you to prioritize yourself right now” you smile, at him. “okay, ill let you get to bed soon, kiss lily for me too okay?” you nodded, sniffling and wiping your face. the two of you exchanged virtual kisses before hanging up, allowing you to get ready for bed.

the next morning was the same as all of them, morning shower, then making and eating breakfast and then cleaning up. lily had just gotten cleaned up and you left her in the living room watching tv so you could brush your teeth. you stood for a minute, looking at yourself in the mirror poking at all of your insecurities you’ve had your whole life.

suddenly you heard lily yell “daddy!” you assumed maybe lando had called you and she got to the phone. “lily honey is daddy on the phone?” you called out walking down the hallway. there was silence, no talking from lily just complete silence. “lily?” you called out again.

you stopped in your tracks when you reached the living room, there stood lando in the doorway, holding lily tightly in his arms as she giggled. “oh my god!” you smiled, lost for words as you ran up to him throwing your arms around his neck. “hi baby” he laughed at the sheer force in which you threw your body at him with. his free arm wrapped around your waist, holding you at the small of your back.

“what are you doing here?” you ask, placing both hands on each side of his face. “well obviously i needed to see my two pretty girls” he smiles, smothering lily with kisses, making her burst into a fit of giggles, slowly sitting her back down.

the both of you watched as she quickly ran back over to toys. you turned your attention back to eachother as you connected your lips, which was the first time in a week but felt like years. “no really why are you here? you need rest and you what, get on plane and choose to lose sleep?” you mutter.

he shrugged his shoulders, smiling at you, “i meant what i said, i wanted to see the two of you, plus i’ll get my sleep eventually.” you felt emotional again, you always felt emotions stronger when it came to lando for some reason, you just couldnt understand how you had gotten so lucky to be with him.

(author’s notes:) i had to rewrite this twice bc tumblr kept deleting it but how do we feel about girl dad lando BE HONEST!!! thank you for reading & don’t forget to join my taglist !!

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toorurs · 16 days

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to love is to learn

synopsis: aventurine is still unexposed to the many concepts of this world. but that doesn't mean he won't try to get to know them if it's for you.

pairing: aventurine x reader | wordcount: 1.0k | content & warnings: hurt/comfort, insecure aventurine, established relationship, my ass wrote this in an hour and its super late rn i just wanna upload this and my lazy ass did NOT proofread this + im on mobile so hell, kinda HELLA rushed ; ficlet

a/n: just the other day me and azul were talking about what body parts of aven would be sensitive and we got to his collarbone and azul said that he thinks that it'd be super evident so i pointed out that it might be cause he was used to starvation and barely ate even when he got to the ipc/had the chance to do so. SO I JUST HAD TO WRITE SMTH.

tags: @azullumi

aventurine shudders under your touch. your nimble fingers trace across his collarbone, featherlight movements, touch so delicate, it makes him tremble.

the pads of your digits lightly dance across his clavicle, one finger turns into two. your index swiftly slides over the pale skin that separates the bone that lies underneath. while your thumb starts inching closer the neckline of his satin pajama, diving beneath. at that he can't help but flinch.

“oh god.” he laughs out. “someone's being touchy today.” his voice is filled with joy. hearing, seeing, knowing that aventurine has fun around you, makes you crave for more. his laugh is an intoxicating drug. something that you'll always long for, absorbing it until every part of your body is stained with the tantalising essence and puts you to your demise.

you don't stop your actions, instead continuing to glide your fingers along his delicate body. “sorry, for i couldn't help it!” a giggle escapes your mouth.

“i just thought about how pretty it is.” you let out a small hum.

“my collarbone? pretty, how come?” he's confused, what is the beauty you see within his body?

his body is fragile. it's a hollow shell he carries around. ugly and not worthy of your attention even less your admiration, abused and marked in burns. when the digits that he carries around like a sacred body part of his, roughly engraved on his neck, come in contact with any kind of substance, liquid or his own fingers. he's reminded of the mishap his body was or rather is in. how it was abused and dragged through the mud.

putting his calloused fingers around the tattoo, stings. the touch lingers like a nostalgic scent which still remains on an old piece of clothing, one that has never been washed so the smell never fades away. it burns up at the slightest touch. hurting just as much as when it was freshly inflicted onto his young body.

kakavasha doesn't even know what he looks like. the only person he sees in the mirror is aventurine. sure he walked past puddles of dirty rain back in his childhood, reflecting his younger self, but the images are vague and blurry. he doesn't know what kakavasha looks like and he probably never will.

and neither do you. the only thing you have in front of you right now is aventurine. a shattered soul that doesn't know where it belongs. his being consists of a thousand fragments, they're scattered thoughts that are similar to broken mirror shards.

they reflect the tales of his heart and reveal its greatest desire. mirroring those untold stories like the surface of the water. thoughts and wishes that are full of pureness, almost childlike.

the broken pieces that make up the man who's named aventurine long for a haven which he can call a safe space - a home. but on the other hand he thinks that he's not permitted to find such a place, that he's not allowed to stay, undeserving of it.

“no particular reason. i just like the way it stands out, it's easy to find and trace.” the words that roll off your tongue sting. they probably hurt as much as a paper cut you've received as a little kid, but it's not like kakavasha knows or is able to relate - he didn't get to grow up like the other children. but he can't blame you, you're oblivious to his past.

his body has gone through physical and emotional abuse. beat ups, labor or starvation. the reason why his collarbone is so evident, the face you adore is so slim, and his rips slightly poke through his body, is all because kakavashas hunger has never been satisfied and the dryness in his throat has never been quenched.

even after he put on the mask of the man who calls himself aventurine - a wealthy man, who’s a member of the ten stone hearts that makes more money than he spends, he's still reluctant when it comes to eating. of course he could buy all the delicacies that kakavasha never got to try - never even knew, but he hesitates.

the concept of chewing and swallowing the bits is still something aventurine can't befriend himself with. it's unfamiliar - he's not used to it, the feeling of a full stomach, what it's like to be satisfied after a meal. it's something foreign to him, a feeling he's not sure he'll ever get accustomed to.

he doesn't think he deserves to eat. to know what it feels like to be full, the rumbling that comes from his stomach is the one he grew up with is what brought him here. he fears that if he gets too comfortable with something or someone he'll forget who he is.

a lost soul that mourns after the past, but saved itself from the dark abyss, freeing itself. not allowing himself to get too close, always keeping everyone that comes near him at an arm's length. worrying he might grow too attached.

so why is he still here? here with you, chattering happily and conversing freely, he doesn't deserve it - he doesn't deserve you.

but is it wrong to be selfish for once? he knows the answer already: it is. but he can't help it, not when you coax him into this position, one which he can't leave, no matter how hard he tries.

“i love you.” you trace the letters along his neck, over the tattoo that is engraved on his skin.

you don't need a verbal answer to know that he feels the same way. perhaps, he himself hasn't realized it yet but he's conveyed his love for you many times already. just like now as he continues to lie in bed with you.

the both of you are oblivious, but that doesn't mean that either of you will stop in your tracks, turn back and leave. (even though he sometimes wishes to do so)

both satisfaction and love are two unfamiliar concepts for aventurine. but he'll try to get to know them. for the sake of you.

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jeon-ify · 3 months

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insecure - mingi

mdni. 18+

warnings: semipublic sex, reader is insecure, swearing, semi car sex, mirror sex, just smut tbh

the pores on your face aren’t sitting right. every time you put makeup on, your pores just show through your primer, through the foundation and past the concealer and setting powder.

this was your last straw.

tonight, mingi was taking you out to his favorite restaurant to celebrate your 3rd anniversary as a couple, and boy was he overdressed.

he had his black suit on with a dark red handkerchief, and a pin with your initial on it— something he’ll cherish forever, gifted from his best friend yunho.

“mingi, i’m not going. i look and feel like shit. can we just go another day?” you’re on the verge of tears. you didn’t like the way the dress looked on you, your makeup wasn’t looking good at all, your hair felt flat and icky.

mingi’s head turned so fast, you could’ve sworn he broke his neck. “babes, what’s wrong? you look beautiful to me. that’s all that matters, hm? why do you feel like shit?” he asks, holding your arms in his hands, rubbing circles on your forearms.

“cus, bro, look at my hair and my fucking dress and my fucking skin is so ugly. no matter how much primer or skincare or shit i put on my face it’s still ugly. so stop telling me i look beautiful cus you’re lying to the both of us.”

you argue in a way that makes mingi’s breath hitch, at shock from the way you start to disrespect and insult yourself. he never heard you talk about yourself like this since the day you met him, what made you so insecure all of the sudden?

his hand moves its way up to your throat, squeezing at the sides, putting pressure on your soft spots as you sigh.

“i have never heard you speak like that about yourself a day in my life, and i never wanna hear you talk like that again. am i clear?” he scolds you, holding your jaw and tilting your head up so he gets a clear view of your makeup.

“you look so fucking good right now, y/n. i’ve been holding myself back from ripping that dress off you and fucking up all that makeup on your pretty face. put those red heels on, spray your burberry perfume and don’t put any panties on. understand?”

you put on his favorites all in under one minute. you finish touching up your makeup, sliding your panties off and putting on the red heels mingi left by the dresser for you to wear as he waits downstairs. you spray burberry her, a perfume mingi loved on you, and head downstairs.

mingi is scrolling through his phone for a while before watching you walk down the stairs. you feel his eyes on your braless chest, making your heart and stomach flutter.

“we don’t even have to go to dinner tonight, i could just fuck you in that dress and call it a night, to be honest.”

he confesses. you playfully slap his shoulder, walking behind him as he locks the door to your shared home. you walk behind him as he opens your side of the door, closing after you. his car smelled so fucking good. it had a clean and musky scent to it, much like how mingi smelled when he walked out of a fresh shower.

he turns on the radio to mask the tension in the car after the scene that just took place in your room. you remember that you’re not wearing any panties, and that if mingi touched you right now, you could be so quick to ruining his leather seats. he liked to touch you while he was driving, as he’s a very touchy person. as you’re holding his hand, his thumb presses into your palm, pulling out a gasp from your throat. his gaze on the road darkens, mingi getting hard just from the sounds you’re making. his hand moves to your thigh, rubbing circles and inching closer to your bare heat. his fingers hide under your dress, as his middle finger rubs slow circles on your clit.

“m-mings, pay attention to the road.” you moan, your false lashes fluttering as you try to keep your eyes open. you hold his wrist as you try to pull him away from rubbing too hard on the spot.

his middle finger enters your hole, thrusting slowly. he stops at a red light as he puts the car in park to lean over to place one hand on your mouth and fuck you with his other hand. he fingers your pussy as fast as he can. when you’re pulsing and clenching around his digits, the light turns green, and mingi pulls his fingers away, using one hand to steer, and placing the other hand in your mouth, cleaning off your juices and precum from his fingers.

as you arrive to the restaurant, mingi lets you out of his car, holding your hand and walking in with you. the place is almost like a museum, statues and portraits fill the walls as the music plays through the soft speakers.

“go to the bathroom, i’ll follow you in 5.” he looks around, waiting for you to start.

“why? we just got here.” you respond as you stand up, mingi looking into your eyes, not saying a word. you don’t say anything else, walking towards the bathroom. you know exactly what he wants.

you get into the bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror, trying to prepare yourself for what’s about to happen, thinking of ways you can avoid your makeup messing up.

the door flies open as mingi walks in, immediately grabbing at your hair and bending you over the counter. he uses his free hand to pull your dress down to expose your chest. your nipples come in contact with the cold marble as you moan from the contact. mingi humps onto your ass as your body jolts forward. he pulls your head up from your hair, making you look at the view in the mirror.

“now, what were you telling me when we were at home and you said i was lying to you? calling me a liar, baby?”

he bends down so your back is against his chest, his lips in contact with your ear as he kisses your jaw, waiting for your response.

“p-please-“ you moan. he pushes against you, feeling how painfully hard he is as he presses against your ass. when he doesn’t get the response he needs, he lands a sharp slap on your cheek.

“asked you a fuckin’ question. do you think i’m a liar? do you think i would ever lie to you? are you doubting how much i love you? lift your dress up and watch how i fuck you.”

“babe, someone could walk in any m-“ you try, but this doesn’t stop him. you lift up your dress and grind against him. and instead, he pulls his cock out and rubs it against your folds.

“let them. let them watch how i’m fucking my beautiful wife. my pretty baby. this pussy belongs to me, i’ll give you my children. gonna fuck all of my cum into you and make everyone watch how fucking sexy you look while taking me and fucking you dumb.”

he pushes his dick into you, starting at a rough pace. your body jolts and quivers as he makes you watch the way your breasts bounce with every thrust he gives you. you grasp onto the edges of the sinks next to you, trying to find balance in the way mingi is fucking you senseless. he hits a spot that makes you squirt, your juices dripping onto the tile beneath you.

“look how pretty you are. my fuckin’ angel. prettiest woman i’ve ever seen. you have it all, baby. makes me cum on sight, y/n. i love you— fuck, i love you. love you so much. made for me, doll. say it. wanna hear you say you’re beautiful.”

he groans as his thrusts come to a halt. you start to whine and cry out for mingi to slow down, but he only gets harder the more you beg.

“i ca-n’t take it mings, i’m fucking cumming, play with my clit, daddy. make me cum,” you cry. mingi complies the fastest he’s ever complied, feeling you clench down onto his cock as if he were gonna leave at any given moment.

“say you’re pretty while you’re cumming on my dick, wanna watch you.”

you feel like your legs are gonna fall off when you try to hold yourself together. your pussy starts to drip mingi’s cum, as yours follows suit.

“i’m be- fuck mingi! i’m beautiful! i’m cumming again, daddy, stay in me.” you cry. something about mingi watching you cry and beg just to prove a point makes your head spin and your cunt throb.

“fuck, i feel it, there you go, gorgeous. so pretty when you cum. imagine how pretty you’d be carrying our children.”

head spinning

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krypticcafe · 2 months

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i wanna know how u think 141 + König & Alejandro would react/feel about reader doing this trend with them, ofc reader doesn't upload it or anything they just record it for fun :]

if the link doesn't work the trend is basically a person is putting on lipstick and they "mess up" and their s/o wipes it off for them and the camera pans to their s/o covered in kissmarks

this has been on my mind for a while i think its so sweet 🥲 i lovelovelove ur writing!! its so good lik oml <33

Lipstick trend w/COD:MWII men

rating: teen

character(s): Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Hound König, Alejandro Vargas / GN!Reader

warning(s): language, suggestiveness

wordcount: ~1.6k

summary: Silly little lipstick trend with your silly little military boyfriend.

a/n: the money I'd pay to kiss these men dizzy.

Gaz

Knew about the trend for a while, was wondering if you'd do it, so it's not much of a surprise when you come to him asking about it.

Honestly, he thinks it's a little cheesy, but he's not so insecure that he doesn't want to do it, he's happy to make you happy.

Literally won't stop teasing you like "You sure you're doing this just for the trend?" when you're smooching him all over his face.

When you're done, you can't but stare for a bit.

"What, too pretty for words, love?"

"Shut up, Garrick."

"Make me."

Now his lips are a bright red to match yours<3

The recording goes pretty smoothly, but by the end of it, Gaz can be seen bursting into giggles which in turn makes you giggle a little until the recording cuts off.

You guys don't post it publicly, but I like to think Gaz posted a screenshot of when the two of you are in frame, looking at each other with goofy smiles.

Price

The last person you'd expect to be up with any trends, but it's alright, you're here to help him!

He's hesitant, only because he's a bit bashful! When it comes to these silly little recordings and any of your playful schemes, he gets a little shy about it.

But if you really bat your eyes, pout a little, maybe even tug on his sleeve...

"Please? Just this once, sweetheart?"

He sucks in a deep breath. He's a captain for Christ's sake, he's resisted things worse than this, and no amount of hellish torture has ever made him crack in the slightes-

"Pretty please? For me, Johnny?"

What was he thinking about again?

He sits there while you practically bounce in your spot while you lather on thick layers of lipstick, wondering if this will haunt him.

But all his bashfulness goes out the window when you cup his face oh-so-gently, smother him with kisses, giggling about how ticklish his facial hair is, how it nearly messes you up, how you smile proudly at your work and at him.

You swear you won't post it because you know he can't risk his reputation as a captain... but you also know nothing is stopping you from bringing it up every now and then to him.

Pulling up the pictures and videos, smugly grinning and ogling them while he groans at how smug you are.

Real proud of that one, aren't you?

Soap

"So basically for the trend I just need to put on some lipstick, kiss yo-"

"Say less."

Literally he doesn't care what he has to do, this man wants his kisses.

He'll be all "You missed a spot" when you're applying the marks on his face.

Your guys' version of the trend is a little different.

Instead, the video starts with you putting on lipstick, Soap takes it, commenting how the shade would look good on him, applying it on his lips before smothering you with kisses in the video, leaving the two of you all covered in lipstick stains.

After you wiped your face off, you notice Soap hasn't.

He's just staring smugly at the mirror, rubbing his chin, talking about how "Y'know, I think this actually looks good on me" and "Think I'll keep it on for today, yeah?"

"Honey, you can't go out like that."

"An' why not? I'm jus' wearin' makeup."

"Don't be a smartass- hey! Get back here MacTavish!"

Every day that man tests your patience, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

Ghost

"You won't budge until I say yes?"

You're sitting on his lap on the bed, keeping him still, batting your eyes with faux innocence. He could lift you off if he wanted, but he doesn't, and that alone is enough of an answer for you.

"Nope."

He's trying to pretend so much that he doesn't care too much about it, that he's just letting you do whatever you want. Obviously, he's just playing along.

However, it isn't until you kiss that particular spot of his neck just right under his jaw where the stubble stops that it escalates.

"Oh? Is the lieutenant feeling ticklish?" You coo.

"'m not ticklish-" He's cut off by more kisses peppered around the area and a few extra on his face.

"Mhm, really, because," You're giggling in between your words, "When I kiss you here," He forces the fakest cough he's ever made when you kiss the same spot against, nipping it slightly. All he can do is lean back into the couch, leg bouncing impatiently, trying to bite back a chuckle or two until he finally cracks. The two of you are in a quiet fit of snickers and giggles until you finally let up.

After making the video, you silently gush over it, replaying it over and over. There's a hint of redness on his cheeks, and his eyes seem to flicker from you to the camera, it's the most flustered you've ever seen him be and you got it all on tape, lucky you.

Roach

"That's so dumb, of course I wanna do it."

Roach is all for goofy little couples trends, so it's nothing new if you ask him to do another.

"Babe, stay still would you?" You pout, "I'm gonna have to start over if you keep squirming!"

"Mmm, I think I'd like that."

"Of course you would." Rolling your eyes, you pinch his cheek and he yelps, apologizing and letting you continue. He really can't help it though, it's really ticklish for him.

It takes maybe three tries for you to get the video right, ending with one where Gary messed up your makeup for you by swooping in to give you a sloppy smooch and clumsily wiping it only to further smear it while in a fit of giggles. He claims you were taking too long so he put matters in his own hands.

"So when do I get to do you?"

"What are you talking about, that's all there is- Gary!"

"Nuh-uh, c'mere!"

Hound

He's confused as ever but agrees to it on a whim since he's often entertaining your needs and wants anyways.

As you settle on his lap, his hands rest on your sides and he looks up at you with affectionate eyes. He was looking at you like that when you were putting on your lipstick, too. You almost don't want to ruin his pretty little face, but at the same time, you think it'd look so much prettier with your kisses all over it<3

His eyes close and he stays still while you mark his face all over, even when your lips tickle sensitive spots like his scars. Patient as ever.

When you pull away, he looks like such a doll for you. Your hands cup his face and his lashes flutter open, showing those big brown eyes still giving you the same adoring look, and your chest is basically hammering. He can probably hear it, too. He reaches up to hold your hands and presses his lips against the knuckles. You swear your heart just stopped.

"Everything alright, sugar?"

Oh fuck, what were you supposed to be doing?

"Mhm." You nod frantically, face burning while his thumb brushes over a knuckle, "Y-You know, maybe we can just... tonight... haha... holdmeplease?"

Yeah... you never did quite get your video.

König

"What, with me?" He asks, bewildered.

"Of course?? Who else am I going to do it with? Oh sure, let me call up Horangi, I bet he'll be happy to-"

"Nonono! I want to do it!"

Moments later, he's sitting on the edge of your bed, hood off, fidgeting awkwardly, and watching you quietly. Now you know what he meant when they told him he couldn't stay still for the life of him.

"König, honey, you act like I'm going to hurt you or something." You chuckle, popping your lips as you apply your lipstick in the mirror. He wasn't even this skittish in bed so what had him all jittery?

Setting your hands on his shoulders, you reassure him with a kiss first on the forehead. "Relax, I just want to take a video, that's all."

"Sorry schatz, I'll behave." He hums, easing up at your touch and you smile, planting kisses all over. It seems he just didn't know what exactly he was in for.

You show him how he looks on your phone, "Thoughts?"

"Not bad..." He attempts to wipe off the marks, but you swat his hand away from him.

"You think we're done, mister?"

"Huh?" Practically pouncing on him, you cut him off with a hungry kiss, hovering your body over his. What, he didn't seriously think all you wanted was a video, did he?

Alejandro

He snickers, "If you just wanted my attention, you could've asked."

"I'm serious, Alejandro, it's a thing!" You beam, pointing to the videos on your phone.

He jokingly dismisses your claim and settles onto his office chair, looking at you expectantly. You're confused for a moment, what was he staring at you for?

"Are we going to do this or not? Don't tell me it was actually an excuse now, mi vida."

"No!" You blurt, though now you're debating if you should do this or just leave him waiting with how much he wants to tease you. Then again, you can't pass up this opportunity.

While applying your makeup, you can spot him quietly admiring you in the corner of his eye, and it nearly throws you off your game.

As you kiss him, he keeps his eyes on you, a grin on his lips. Not for a single moment does he tear his attention away from you, instead pointing at a few spots for you to mark.

"I got it, I got it," You huff, mumbling to yourself, "You're certainly enjoying this, colonel..."

Post-production, when you get up to wipe off your lips, he looks at you with offense, "What, that's it?"

"Yes..?"

"Nonono, I think we need to do it again, my way, this time." He snickers, pulling you in by the waist.

"Your way? Alejandro!" You whine without fighting back as he pulls you in for a longer kiss, all your protests forgotten.

a/n: homies i kinda regret writing this so close to valentine's day haha...

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rae-writes · 7 months

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our bonds

om demons x reader

+ two bonus characters || 2.k wc

synopsis : [Rae’s] pact hcs ranging anywhere from size, placement, qualities, and additional little quips— in order of obtainment

Mammon’s pact mark is the biggest one you have; plastered over your upper back- right in the center- it circles around to the very end of your trapezius muscle, hitting parts of your shoulder, though it doesn’t reach past your neck. It glows a shimmering gold when in use. When activated, the feeling is the equivalent to a steady pulse of adrenaline

Mammon can splay his entire hand over the mark and not cover it all

Likes to hug you from behind so he can be pressed against it, and if you’re still enough, you can feel the quick thump thump of his heart against you

Loves when you wear tops that show it off

Has a Polaroid you took where your bare back is exposed to a mirror and you’re looking over your shoulder with a grin; it never leaves the clear pocket in his wallet

Traces it for comfort- whether he was feeling down or just to reassure himself that you’re his and you aren’t going anywhere

With the owner being so shy, it was a bit surprising to see Levi’s mark show up on the back of your right hand; the rather small size makes up for the bold placement. The very top of the sigil’s circle hits the bottom of your middle knuckle, going down until it hits your wrist line. When in use, it pulses a toxic shade of orange and has a faint iridescent tinge to it. The feeling is like a cold wave of pinpricks, as if you’d just jumped into the ocean headfirst.

Traces over it constantly- absentmindedly- as a form of both comfort and a way to relieve his anxiety

Can sit for hours and watch the iridescent shimmer (only if you’re fine with having it active for so long)

Preens subtly whenever you brandish it proudly when someone asks about it

Melts if you caress his face using that hand— especially if he’s been down in his sin and it’s glowing his orange

Bites the mark when he’s feeling particularly possessive, making sure the indents of his teeth (see: fangs) show

Unlike his brother, it was not a surprise to see Beel’s pact show up on your stomach. Evenly placed in the middle, it was your second biggest pact that reached a little below your belly button (much before your pelvis) and up to two inches below the tip of your sternum. Lights up a neon red when activated— almost like a warning sign. The feeling is practically numbing, like there’s suddenly a black hole there instead.

Always gives a big, dopey grin whenever he catches sight of it and offers you a bite of whatever he’s eating

He likes to nuzzle his head against the mark, occasionally sleeping there when he’s not holding you

Instead of having just an arm around your waist in town, he’ll also splay his hand over part of your stomach to feel even closer

Loves blowing raspberries right in the center of the sigil

Beel’s lock screen is a picture of you and him where you’re smiling with your arms raised in a cheer while he’s holding you up in his arms- in his fangol uniform and extremely sweaty- but with an even bigger grin as he rests his head against your stomach

Asmo’s pact shows up along your sternum, rather than being in a risqué location like you were expecting, and fits in the center of your chest thanks to its smaller size. When activated, the color varies from baby pink to hot pink, depending on exactly how much strength is flowing through the pact. It feels like a pleasant tingle blooming throughout your entire chest, slowly moving down to the rest of your body the longer it’s in use.

Rests his forehead over the area as a silent way of saying ‘I’m here, I love you, thank you for loving me as me’ especially when he’s feeling insecure

Uses it as the perfect excuse to include cleavage windows amongst the clothing he picks out for you

Likes to watch it turn from the lightest innocent shade to the darkest lust shade

Whenever you’re both doing a spa day, he makes sure to trace his sigil because it ‘will keep our relationship healthy!’

Cried the first time you showed it to him because you brought him closer so he could rest his head over it and the sound of your heartbeat made him feel so loved

You’ll find Satan’s pact marking your left wrist. It’s one of your smaller ones; it doesn’t pass the sides of your forearm and stays right below the wrist line— has a diameter of 3 inches from top to bottom. Is a neutral forest green when in use and gets either duller or brighter depending on how angry you get. Activating it brings a sensation bordering between a nice, cozy warmth and a scalding, burning warmth.

Kisses over the mark all. the. time.

also nuzzles his head against it like a cat

Like Levi, he has a habit of biting his mark whenever his sin starts to take hold of either of you

Can’t help but feel fuzzy whenever he sees it, no matter how many times he’s seen it

His favorite bookmark is a pocket sized photo of you throwing up a peace sign with his sigil showing

Located on your lower back, Belphie’s pact is very much the equivalent of a tramp stamp. A nice medium sized sigil that sits right in the middle, over your spine. When activated, the color is a faint amethyst with blue speckles floating about, no brighter than a nightlight. It sends a deep haze through you, like the feeling of finally settling into a comfy bed after a long day.

Falls asleep with his head resting against his pact— it’s one of his favorite spots

Has a hand resting there whenever you go out; it makes him feel assured and keeps him from losing you (he did that once…he nearly threw a tantrum in the middle of town)

His eyes always dart to your lower back when your shirt starts riding up

Can sit for hours and watch the blue speckles shift around

Another biter! Anytime he gets jealous or even just wants your attention, he’s biting over his mark sharply

Lucifer’s pact ends up on the back of your neck, big enough to see all the details, but small enough to fit right under your hairline and down to the base of your neck without stretching to the sides. It glimmers a deep, sapphire blue when in use and has a quick electric feel when first activated that smooths out into the equivalent of a light, steady buzz.

Has a habit of gently grabbing the back of your neck to get your attention (only when you’re alone)

Places a kiss in the center of the sigil every night before bed and every morning before leaving the bed

He doesn’t show it, but whenever his pact is visible in public, it sends a shock of pride right through him every time

While he would like to claim he’s more composed than his brothers, he also has the habit of biting his mark whenever he gets jealous or possessive

Tends to cup the back of your neck whenever you two kiss (and sometimes digs his fingers into the flesh gently when it gets a bit heated)

+bonus

Finally receiving one on your legs, Barbatos’ pact shows up on the outer side of your right ankle. Roughly the same size as Satan’s, it stops above your ankle bone and doesn’t breach the sides of your calf. The color comes in slow waves of jade green when in use and has a feel equal to being lost alone in an eerie forest— the coldness of the air and the distinct feeling of not actually being the only one there.

Subconsciously rubs his thumb over the mark whenever you’re casually lounging together

Anytime he’s helping you put your shoes on, he insists, because he is a gentlemen, he places a slow kiss in the center of the mark (if you’re wearing pants or long socks, he’ll pull up/down the material just to do so and then fix it right back)

There’s a picture hidden in your, Asmo, and Solomon’s D.D.D of a back shot of Barbatos, overcoat off, with your leg thrown over his shoulder, pact mark glowing on the skin of your ankle— magic works wonders when secretly snapping good shots

When you first formed a pact with him, everyone could see the silent smugness he radiated, but no one knew why for weeks because they couldn’t see the mark (everyone flipped once they did find out, though)

The rare times you’re both seated at a table together when he isn’t running around catering to everybody, he keens every time to rub your ankle against his under the table

Much to his surprise [and slight embarrassment], Mephisto’s mark appears on your left upper thigh, right under the hip bone. It’s also a good medium size, circling right in the center. It glows a pretty, royal shade of magenta when activated; gives you the feeling of simultaneously being both annoyed and accomplished.

Discreetly grabs your hips anytime he’s passing by behind you and runs his fingers over his mark before letting go

Anytime you throw your legs over him when lounging around, he always- absentmindedly- goes to rub over his mark

And another biter! He does try to maintain some ‘class’, but when it gets down to it and he’s just so frustrated and jealous, sinking his teeth into his pact makes him feel so much better

Sometimes gets insecure because his can’t be shown off as easily as the others

After seeing his pact activate for the first time, he became obsessed with the color magenta on you

Diavolo’s pact is the smallest one you have, formed to be discreet and to be able to fit behind your left ear; it's unnoticeable unless someone is actively looking for it. When in use, it’s a dull maroon shade- no brighter than one of those glow in the dark star decals. The feeling is that of having a powerful sugar rush.

Adores cupping your face for a kiss and being able to press his fingers against his mark discreetly

Was actually a bit pouty when he discovered it was far more hidden that the other pacts you have, but got over it pretty quickly

Got into the habit of brushing your hair behind your ear, just so he could touch his pact

Kisses the center of it every time you leave the castle

His home screen is a picture of you holding your hair up, revealing his mark, as you stick your tongue out playfully

++extra bonus

You get Simeon’s on the inner part of your right thigh, another one medium in size— about 3.5 inches in diameter, top to bottom. Activating it makes the pact shine with a gentle turquoise color. It’s a feeling of tranquility, of being secure and relaxed.

Enjoys resting his head over the mark whenever you’re both laying around

Caresses that area every time you’re seated in his lap

Even he didn’t expect it, but he’s also a biter; he’s gentle with it, though, knowing his mark is at a rather tender spot until those possessive urges hit

Involuntarily scowls when he sees one of the others touching the area his mark is at

+++extra extra reverse!bonus

Your pact mark goes right over Solomon’s pelvic bone— a nice medium size to where it doesn’t show above his pants (if someone were to catch him with his shirt off). It swirls a pearlescent white when activated.

You send him a sly look anytime he talks to one of the other demons he has a pact with (except for Barbatos) and it makes him weak every. single. time.

He practically keens every time you glide your nails across your pact

Embarrassed when he finds a picture on your D.D.D of him laying on his back, your thighs locked on either side of him, with your fingers curled in the fabric of his pants, pulling the material down just far enough to see your pact (but he doesn’t make you delete it)

Has to refrain from jolting whenever you sneak up behind him and press your hand down over your mark

Don’t even get him started on the times you and Barbatos team up to tease him

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shaisuki · 5 months

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Can you do (separate scenarios of course <3)Bachira, Nagi, Chigiri, and whoever else you’d like to add in a scenario where their chubby and soft girlfriend tries her hardest not to be insecure about her body but the insecurity really sneaks up on her a lot? So like, when the bfs find out, not only do they comfort her, but they show her just how much they love and adore her body if you catch my drift <3 Thank you so much!!

ENDLESS ADORATION

ft. bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, chigiri hyoma, barou shoei

content warnings ─── body insecurities, self-loathing, body dysphoria, smut, mean barou, implied fingering, degradation.

notes. i'm so sorry it took so long nonnie. it wasn't deleted or anything but i hope you like it, nonnie. thank you for requesting!

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ don't ever let them catch you being insecure about your body, they had plenty of ways to show you how much they adore your body and you.

BACHIRA MEGURU

“you could be so mean to me, baby.” he whispers. his hands roaming all over to the expanse of your soft body. his bright yellow eyes glowing more than ever at its reflection in the mirror.

he got you trapped from his grip. his arms snaking to your soft middle while his jaw rests on your shoulder. caught in the middle of you criticizing yourself and bachira wouldn't allow that. “how selfish.” he mutters. his teeth grazing at the shell of your ear and it sends the slightest of tremors throughout your body.

you can't help but to tear up a bit. “h—how am i selfish, megu?” you stammer. avoiding your reflection at the large mirror in front of you. you don't want to see yourself nor catch him staring at you with those round eyes of his. so full of life, enthusiasm. confidence. a thing that you will never attain.

“you're selfish for hating, keeping this body that is mine. who gave you that idea, hmm? it's not your place to judge this body that i dearly love and its owner.” he hums, chuckling that it reverberates to your skin and to your aching core. his palm gliding through your stomach lifting the pesky clothing to reveal the stomach that's far from being leaned nor toned. it is round, the excess fat protruding giving you the impression of a pouch but bachira could careless about it. his fingers sinking to the soft flesh, like paws of cat kneading and pressing the fleshiness of your skin.

“what if this cute stomach of yours is flat? i couldn't hold it. what i am going to do with my hands...” he mutters, pinching your stomach then his fingers glides through the skin of your thighs. “this thighs of yours, how is it going to crush me if this isn't that thick, warm me even. so selfish.” prying your thighs open and his hand settles to the mound between them. slender and nimble fingers brushing through your panties. rubbing your slit and a huge grin plastered in his face when the wetness of your fat pussy began to drench your panties.

“don't be mean to this body of mine, baby. perhaps i'll show you what i'm capable of to make those silly ideas forming in your head disappear.” he says, pressing a chaste kiss to your round cheek.

“i hope you can take me cause i ain't stopping.” bachira's eyes glowing more than ever and you know what it means when he get this riled up. his grin wider and you braced yourself. you know it all too well and you accepted it.

those thoughts of yours wouldn't be visiting you anytime soon after bachira had fucked you into oblivion.

NAGI SEISHIRO

nagi isn't insecure.

the word is foreign to him and the feeling of it. he's lazy, unmotivated and such unwanted thoughts isn't welcome and worth worrying over. why would he bother with such thing when in the first he didn't care. that's what he thought until he met you.

his soft, chubby girlfriend who had been nothing but loving and supporting to him. nagi didn't quite the gist when he caught you staring at yourself in the mirror with a frown in your lips. he only looks at you briefly before going back to his console. paying it no mind since when did nagi felt of being insecure.

then it began to affect him and yours. mostly yours. when you began to push his affections.

“seishiro, not now please.” your voice coming in a low whisper. gently pushing your white haired boyfriend in his head. shifting into more of a comfortable position in your bed. nagi groans, lips curling into a frown. a rare occurrence of him. he doesn't get upset since he don't like giving things the benefit of his time when he can give it to something more important.

he doesn't stop though. his huge build hovering above yours before putting his whole weight to yours. “sei!” you scolded him but nagi didn't listen burying his face in to your neck. nuzzling like a cat, he's almost purring from it.

he shakes his head. interlocking his fingers with yours. placing it beside yours and you were left powerless against your boyfriend's overwhelming strength. his lips finding refuge in your neck, tongue moving to lick the soft spot of your neck.

this isn't nagi who would make an effort to go down in you. well, at times when he's feeling it. the need to show you how much he loves you.

“pretty.” he murmurs. his hand now holding your thigh even though his large palm engulfs the majority of your thigh it wasn't enough to cover how big it was. placing it beside his torso grind his bulge to your cunt. “i always need you, want you.” he says. pressing a sloppy, lazy kiss to your lips.

nagi isn't good at words but he's willing to try for his soft, chubby girlfriend. it would be troublesome if he can't get his girl out of those thoughts of hers.

CHIGIRI HYOMA

chigiri's blessed with his looks that every people that within his eyesight cranes their neck to marvel at his looks. it didn't matter that he was rather feminine than other girls and he gets teased a lot by the guys around him. he just take after his mother.

there's no time to feel inadequate at things let alone how he perceive himself. he couldn't remember when the last time he felt insecure or been really insecure about himself and then he fell in love with you or it is that how being in love is. he have you and he was contented at that and being with you. he has to fight the battles that dwells inside you and chigiri isn't good at it. comforting another human being even it is his significant other.

so he tries. sees your eyes brimming with tears whenever he calls you pretty and he's confused.

“i'm not chigiri! look at you, you're beautiful and i'm not, you're lying.” he was taken aback at your outburst at him but he is quick to wipe your tears away while he whispers the very words that comforts you.

his sweet, crybaby.

“so, i am but you will always be my pretty baby.” brushing the loose strands of his reddish pink hair to see you better. he kisses you desperately like you were the air to fill his lungs to breathe again and you both stared at each other. he smirks when he sees you're already in a daze. mind spinning and only you can think is him.

his nimble fingers working through the garment of your panties. toying with hem before pulling at it downward to show that pretty pussy he's deprived of.

so he pumps his finger full in in your sopping hole. watch as it drips with slick coating his fingers. hear that delicious squelch while he stretches you. his ego inflating the more he hears you moan, call his name in the same breathy way that got you begging from him. all your insecurities dissipating like bubbles from the way his fingers stretches you out. he could do this forever.

wait until he fucks you dumb. you will forget those stupid insecurities along with your name.

BAROU SHOEI

barou doesn't play nice nor comfort you with those silly, sweet words that one needs to hear when in a struggle of battling with themselves. he simply doesn't need to play nice and comfort you and what only to question it again.

his actions says otherwise. he got you on all fours, your ass raised in a position you never knew you could. his hands gripping your round stomach so tight while he pounds you from the back. it is relentless. the groans and the moans mixing with one another while you hold tightly in his muscular arms his other hand cupping your jaw. forcing you to look in the mirror.

“you are nothing but my cocksleeve.” he says in between grunts. his red eyes glimmering, peering at his girlfriend who is currently sobbing, moaning like a broken record while tears streamed down at her round face. you whimper at what he just called you.

“you are. there's no denial in that. look at you, crying a baby and yet your pussy squeezing me like a whore.” the words stung and he spoke it the way he means it and barou isn't known to lie. his tongue made of barbed wires that is meant to hurt, talk about how awful everyone and you believed it that you are his own for him to use. your cries a little louder and thick droplets of your tears falling from your eyes.

it's funny how his words hurt you and it works like magic forgetting your earlier dilemma of hating yourself, of hating the body you live with.

you let him. bruise your body with his thrusts, with his touch. if this is the only way to forget everything so be it.

and so he did. he breathes in your cheek. growling at the way your cunt clenches tightly around him. you did feel so good to him. he cups your jaw harder, squishing it with much strength that you can't speak. your body reeling in sensitivity that you failed to notice how he pays attention to your soft bits. particularly to the parts where it leaves you frowning and he loves every part of you.

that's why he gives them the love, the care that you will never bother to give but available to scrutinize and he's filling out that so one day, you'll stop looking at them that they've wronged you and barou isn't the one to get mushy. he is still the hotheaded, competitive, bulky man that would not admit he loves you but his actions tells another story.

with the tight squeeze of your cunt around him, he finally reaches his high. yours and his orgasm hurling at you both that he can't help but to bite your shoulder and you — only a broken moan that music to his ears.

if this is the only way to shut you up and comfort, he'll do it over and over again until you can't speak no more and your eyes are brimmed with tears.

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manticore-fangs · 2 months

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Hii!! I saw that you're taking requests, feel free to ignore :))

I've had this little blurb in my head, where the reader is a little chubby and very insecure, and Simon or König would have very sweet and gentle sex with the reader to make them feel better. Just a little idea if you need, have a great day :D

ooo.. now, i’m not a full on writer.. but i can definitely make a short little story about this :)

a/n this is so late i’m so sorry i’ve been having a really bad writers block, this isn’t proof read by the way

simon x reader (i don’t write for könig sadly :(()

cw: gentle, overwhelming feelings (?), praise, oral (fem receiving), fingering, not much sex but does fingers and tongue count?

simon came back after a 37 day mission, it was great that he came back, but what bothered him the most about that was you weren’t wearing what you usually wore. underwear and a really large shirt, usually you wore lingerie when he came back and in the bed. every single time. if not that, then you would have an baking outfit on. but you looked very tired.

it’s been two days since he noticed, two days and you didn’t initiate anything. he didn’t care nor did he want too have sex, he was exhausted from hauling ass for 37 days non-stop, he just wanted to go back to sleep. but you didn’t let him touch you.

now that set him off, usually he brings his scarred hand up and plays with your tummy and tits, calming him and you. it isn’t sexual but it does ease his nerves and it helps you relax knowing he’s next to you. but you pushed his hand down and away from your body and that’s when he sat up, hair fuzzy and small smudges of black still around his eyes.

“why aren’t ya’ letting me touch ye’?” his words slurred, it was an early morning, it looked to be around seven am, the sun showing its rays. you didn’t look at him, just shrugged. not wanting to speak about the nauseating thoughts that made you feel ill about yourself.

he knew. he seen the new mirror you got that faced your side of the bed, infront of your sleeping form. it’s like it’s mocking you, making you feel hurt about yourself. he didn’t want that, he didn’t need his girl to feel this way about herself.

so, he got up. leaving the warmth of the bed to grab the mirror and place it on the ground before moving to you, you sat up. frizzy hair from the bed. “what are you doing? i need that!” you say, frustrated but you know he’s doing it for you deep down. but your thoughts don’t think that.

he moved closer to you and looked at you, your eyes watering. you didn’t notice but he did and he hugged you. he wasn’t much of a hugger but it hurt to see his lovely hurt by her own body. he let go before you could hug him back. “your beautiful my love, i know how you think about yourself. but this here?” he rubbed his hands down to your stomach. “this shows how healthy you are, this won’t ever change the way i look at you. this just makes you so much more beautiful.”

“si.. it’s-“ he shushes you, “sh love. i love your tummy. i always will, its what made me fall in love with you. shows how you take care of yourself, your body is amazing and i love it, please let me show you how i see you?” he asked, always allowing you to back out but the way he looks at you makes you feel warm. he makes you feel loved, through and through.

“okay.. okay.” you speak softly, looking down. he grabbed your chin and held it up so you could look back at him. his rough lips met your own, he moved the blankets off of your body replacing the blankets with his body, his hands rested beside your head. you looked up at him with teary eyes, and he kissed your cheek.

“luv’ ya too much for you to be thinking of yourself like this.” he keeps kissing your lips, before stopping and leaning back his hands start to massage your thighs. your thighs tense a bit, hissing at how sore your thighs were before relaxing, slow jolts but relaxed enough. “can i take your panties off luv?” and you just nod. a simple nod.

he grabs the hem of your panties and as he peels of he see’s your fluid slowly spread apart against your underwear and wet pussy. he takes your underwear off. he starts gazing at your pussy lovingly; saying: “oh would you look at that.. she’s drooling huh? look at her-“ he pats the entrance of your pussy and when he removes his fingers and watches as your stickiness stretches from ur pussy to his fingers before the drool breaks. “she wants my fingers bad, doesn’t she?” you whine in response, inpatient. “shh it’s okay love, i’ll give her what you want.”

he starts to push a finger into your sticky cunt. he moves it in and out while his left hand rests against your thigh, pushing them up to get a slightly better angle. he hears you breath hitch. just a bit before prodding that soft spot. “oh yeah- this the spot, ain’t it?” and you just nod and let out small moans, your breathing growing rapid. “si- simon, hoo fuck.”

simon pushed another finger into your wet, slick pussy and just starts going a bit faster and angling his fingers better to really get you to cum hard for him. to make you feel so fucking good you’ll forget about how you even got to this point. he just licks his lips at the sight of your pussy and groans, loudly. almost like a bellow.

it catches your attention and you see his boxers. his cock hard against the fabric. everytime he moves his tip just grinds against the fabric which makes him want to cum so badly, just pleasing you makes him wanna come so badly. no matter the circumstances or outcome he just loves, loves, loves pleasuring you.

“ohmygod, si im gonna cum, simon-“ he shushes you, “shh lovey you can come, come whenever you want, come on my fingers whenever.” and your gripping the sheets, all messy and bundled up in your hands, wrinkles showing in the sheets before your chest starts rising faster. “oh si- i’m cumming, fuck i’m cumming!” you say, picking your head up, then back down, doing that multiple times even throwing your head back. he’s not stopping.

“si, fucking shit it’s too much- wait, ohm-“ you felt a overwhelming sensation growing gin your stomach realizing what’s coming you don’t get to say anything- just a loud groan, you squirt. it gushes up and on his wrist, splashing down onto the bedsheets and he moans at the sight, watching how your squirt just keeps going until it stops after a few seconds.

you don’t even get to regain composure before you feel his tongue on your clit, he’s laying flat against the bed now. you didn’t even feel him rest against your thigh or massage circles, atill up in your cloud as you just let out breaths from your lips. you look at him multiple times, and then look down.

you don’t even know what or how to stop raising your head but it feels too god that you just can’t stop. your chest moves up and down swiftly and you just cannot stop at all. his tongue keeps lapping at your clit and pussy as it gushes out fluids of arousal. he loves the taste of it, doesn’t know why but if he would be marked up with a scent. it’d be yours.

“simon..” you drawl out the ‘mon’ part in his name, and he hums which makes you gasp. “simon! no, thas’to much..” you whisper ‘to much’ multiple times and he chuckles at that, but you don’t feel it. you just feel a slight smirk against your pussy before he starts sucking up your juices. he groans at how you let him take everything from you. tasting you, manhandling you. anything.

“simon- simon, oh god simon.” he hums against your pussy, muttering something along the lines of “close?” and you nod vigorously and your thighs start locking themselves against his head. he starts to hear a small ringing before your thighs let go of his head, letting him hear your high pitched whimpers and whines.

then, you cum. all along his face and tongue. feeling like your past cloud nine and on some other cloud in the sky, but definitely past cloud nine. he’s swift. didn’t even feel him get up and grab a rag, using it to clean up your sensitive body as well as dousing his face with water.

“here love, gonna roll you over a bit.” he smooches you over and puts a blanket on the wet patch he made on your sheets and he mutters something about how he’ll ’change it later today, just sleep and rest with him for a little while’ and you don’t even resist because your so tired yet thankful for letting simon show his love to you, through and through.

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Sick Day 🔥

Peter Maximoff x fem!reader SMUT

Summary: Reader has come down with an illness, so Peter decides its time to repay the favour and take care of her.

Warnings: Oral sex(fem), fingering, kissing, humping, mention of a sex toy, embarrassment on readers end, Peter being an annoying and yet also very adorable airhead

Word count: 5083

Taglist: @kaismanwich @evpeters87 (Let me know if you want to be added or removed!!)

A/N: im really happy with how this turned out, so im hoping anyone reading will enjoy it too.💕

A good night's sleep was tough enough to get as an Xmen.

Sleeping in went unbeknownst to you, with late nights on missions and grueling 6am training sessions, requiring you to be up and ready to go while everyone else slept lethargically in their rooms without a single care in the world.

This weekend was supposed to be your reprieve, no early mornings, no new work, just a chance to lie in and scoff as many cake snacks as possible until you grew nauseous. Or it should've been. This weekend was anything but.

Since it was a Friday night, and you’d just had a full day of lectures (courteous to Charles, of whom seemed to thrive off of your misery) you promised yourself that Saturday was the day you would crack on and do.. Well.. nothing.

Lying in bed, however, the probability of this happening seemed bleak. Dull, aching pain shot through your stomach intermittently, and the feeling of whole body numbness and nausea couldnt be shaken.

Whimpering and clutching at your stomach, you feebly use your powers to close your bedroom door. You would rather be caught stark naked running through Charles prized white rose bushes than be seen writhing in your bed like you were doing your best attempt of a caterpillar in the process of metamorphosis. You were very aware of Peter’s frequent roaming of the halls, knowing if he caught you in such a state you would never be able to live it down.

You felt weak. Insecure. A class four mutant and yet you succumbed to something as simple as a stomach ache and fever?

It was a fight to repress the pain. A fight you were in fact losing, and you weren’t sleeping because of it.

You weren't exactly sure how your sickness had flared up, but living in a mansion full of prepubescent kids that paid more attention to what was being served for lunch, rather than the basic hygiene and cleanliness standards made you less than surprised.

A glance at your phone. 2:37 AM. A sorry sign given that you’d gone to bed at quarter to twelve. With an exasperated huff you got up, instantly squatting to the ground to lessen the pain that was realized with it. Then, slowly, you maneuvered yourself into your bathroom, supporting your jittery hands on the countertop of your sink before looking into the mirror.

Holy shit, someone alert the authorities. Exorcism needed, stat. Pale faced skin, lidded eyes and disheveled hair greeted you like a slap in the face, only seeming to aid in your shitty mood.

Groaning, you trudged back into the confines of your bed, too lazy to attempt fixing whatever happened to your appearance and disappearing under the covers. You ignored the sweltering heat emitting off of your body, instead picking up your phone once more and dialing a number you knew off by heart.

As an adult, you should’ve been able to handle being sick on your own. But you still wanted to talk to Peter, at least let him know that you weren't feeling great. He owed it to you anyway, you reassured yourself, remembering his leg fracture after the Apocalypse battle, making you his personal assistant for the next two weeks.

A very, very long two weeks. Not that you minded too much, especially when aiding him in getting dressed in the morning, but you soon realized he was essentially just a giant toddler, with no sense of spatial awareness or consideration for your busy schedule.

Peter had somehow influenced you into sharing the same bed for the time his leg was broken, exaggerating the fact he might ‘roll off the bed and be confined to the floor like a turtle stuck on its back.’ His words, not yours.

You weren’t even sure if that was a plausible excuse. Nonetheless, it worked, and you spent the next while being laid upon as though he were a weighted blanket, his stifling speedster body heat having the same effect on you as a sauna.

That you could deal with until you discovered his tendency to constantly be moving around on the bed, even whilst sleeping. One time you woke up with your best friend sprawled out in a way you can only describe as a malfunctioned starfish, limbs stretched out in ways you didn't imagine were possible.

The morning after you made a satirical statement of tying Peter down to the bed to keep him still, only to instantaneously regret it after being met with wiggling eyebrows and a plethora of bondage jokes.

Snapping yourself out of your tranfix, you dial the number, not having to wait as Peter picked up before the first ring.

“Hey babe, what’s up?” He said. You could practically hear his grin from down the phone.

“Hey, are you busy?” You spoke the best you could, wincing at the voice crack you made.

“Geezz, what's up with you?” Peter snorted, and you could hear the faint buzz of his Mrs Pacman machine, telling you he was in his basement. “Yer mouth sexed a can of helium or what?”

Rolling your eyes, you cleared your throat, ignoring the burning sensation traveling through your trachea. “Shut up, Maxipad-'' you could hear his groan through the screen “i was gonna say that i'm just not feeling that good right now. Nothing terminal, was just gonna ask if you could stop by or someth-?”

A woosh sounded from your phone before the call ended, and with a fwip, Peter was standing in your bedroom.

With your half-lidded eyes you glanced up to see your best friend, clad in his million dollar man tee and the only pair of pants you’ve ever seen him wear, the dark metallic color almost black due to the lack of light in your bedroom.

Donning his signature grin hinted with a smidge of concern, Peter blew a section of his silvery hair out of his face before his chocolate eyes locked onto yours. Peter titled his head in amusement, snorting at what you could only assume was your current state of appearance.

Before you could come up with a witty remark, a cough attack silenced your words, making you lean into a sitting position and struggle for breath. When it was over, you noticed Peter now standing on your left with his grin replaced with blatant concern, handing you a glass of water he seemed to have just magically pulled out of his ass.

You eyed the glass, your throat thirsty and parched, but suspicious over the unusual act of care.

“Did you spit in it?” You ask hoarsley, although accepting the drink.

“Please, i’m not that much of an airhead.” Peter argued, laughing at your deadpan gaze. “Besides, it’s not me who you should be worried about. We both know Scott is the most diseased out of all of us.”

“You're still hung up on that?” You barked in laughter before sputtering at the wave of pain sent through your throat.

A few weeks prior, the mansion held a birthday celebration for Kurt, where Scott had one too many to drink. The night ended with your friend sprawled out in a nearby bush outside the mansion, hurling into what poor Scott drunkenly believed was a bag.

The bag in question? Peter’s silver jacket.

“It was my only one!” Peter whined, “they don’t make ‘em anymore!”

You covered your laugh with your hand, knowing Peter’s beloved jacket was a sensitive topic. Although, you made a mental note to find a jacket as similar to his as possible, knowing that the speedsters birthday was just around the corner.

“I’m sure you’ll live.” You smiled, before furrowing your brows as you watched Peter rustling around your cupboards.

“I’m looking for some cough sweets” Peter remarked as he continued to rummage through your things, sensing your confusion. “-for your throat”

You nodded, pointing to a pair of drawers on the opposite side of where you were laying in bed. “Bedside table drawer.” Fwip.

Whilst focusing on adjusting your position into a comfortable one, you could hear the sound of the drawer being pulled open, the rustling indicating Peter’s fumbling.

A half-minute later, you find a comfy spot and turn towards Peter, the background noises coming to a stop and his voice speaking up.

“Found i- oh, hel-lo.” He whistled.

“Did you find the cough sweets?” You asked. Studying his gaze, you wrinkled your nose in puzzlement as Peter stared into the drawer, a wide grin forming on his flushed face.

From knowing Peter since the Xmen formed in ‘83, you recognised this smirk from anywhere, identifying it from when Peter teases you about something. Which of course, is constantly.

“What?” You turn to throw a blanket over yourself before looking back. As you do, you see Peter staring at you with a wicked smile, an arched eyebrow and-

Fuck.

Your silver vibrator in his hand.

Your eyes get impossibly wide and your jaw goes slack in a combination of surprise and pure horror. You completely forgot about that thing, being so busy with missions and training meant that you hadn’t had the time to kick back and relax like you used to do.

The realization that the vibrator was silver, your best friend's infamous signature color, only added to your embarrassment. How were you gonna dig yourself out of this one?

Peter’s grin only gets wider at the comical realization on your face. A few moments of silence and, as if you had been cured miraculously, you scrambled towards him, kneeling upon the bed so that you were only just in line with his twinkling eyes.

Peter snickered as you got closer, drawing the vibrator closer to his chest, almost possessively.

“A vibrator, huh?” He confirms in that annoying tone you had got to know so well. The tone that makes you want to sink into the ground and be one with the soil, no conscience or memory of the situation you are facing.

“That’s something personal, give it back.” You point out, sharp and firm. You extend your hand, waiting for Peter to give you the vibrator, but of course, you remain ignored. “Don’t get cocky about it. The color choice was a coincidence.”

Peter smiles lopsidedly and glances down at you. “I wasn’t sayin’ it was, babe.. But now you’ve got me thinkin’..” He ponders, quirking one of his eyebrows again and waving the silicone in the air mockingly, his thumb resting on the button of the vibrator keenly.

“It was the only color left in stock.” Liar.

Noticing his disbelieving gaze and cocky smirk, you know that you are just digging yourself a bigger hole. You grit your teeth, darting your hand out to try and grab your toy but to not avail, it doesn’t seem like he was giving it back anytime soon.

That annoys you more than it would if it was anyone else, but it's Peter, the most childlike, insufferable, annoying jerk you had ever had a silly crush on passionate hatred for.

You step closer to once more grab your embarrassing secret, but Peter yanks it down and hides it behind his back gleefully. You can't stop that quick move, but you manage to grab Peter by the bicep and push him back and against the bedside table.

You realize that you are now standing really close to him; one side of your body is pressed against Peter’s and you can even feel his tickling breath on your face. Peter stares at you with that twisted, amused look for a few more seconds before he starts blabbering again.

“I guess that you're more of a naughty chick than I was thinkin’, huh?” He speaks in a weird, yet somehow seductive, low voice.

A high-speed buzz trembled next to your ear and you turn, only for your eyes to set on the vibrator Peter was clutching, the silicone moving in rapid motion as he fiddled with the settings.

“This surely ain’t the fastest it can go?” Peter asked rhetorically, and you noticed as his teasing expression switched, as if he were struck dumb with surprise. “Pretty lame if you ask me babe.”

You clench your jaw as you felt the heat rising to your cheeks, the suggestive undertone from his words not going unnoticed by you. You fight against it, not wanting to blush and give Peter more satisfaction.

Another ego boost you fear may be fatal, but you can't help it; your cheeks turning crimson. Peter notices and giggles, nibbling the side of his lip.

“Ya know yer look totally bitchin’ when yer blushing?” He says coyly, and that comment only makes your blush intensify, however you refuse to back down. Nothing you do can bring you back from an endless lifetime of teasing hanging over your head.

“Stop that,” you say harshly, albeit shakily “And give me the vi-.. Just give it back,” Your nose wrinkles at the mere word, embarrassed to come to terms with what your best friend has found in your drawer. You tug Peter’s arm, harder this time, but he doesn't relinquish.

“Yer want it back?” he teases and you know exactly what's coming next. “Then come get it,” Peter pulls back his arm. Fwip. He stands confidently at the other side of your bedroom. You groan. “Why do you always have to act like this?!” You yell, exasperated but not surprised, feebly running after him.

Peter is now standing in the middle of your bathroom with a shit-eating grin and the vibrator dangling in his hand, joyfully inspecting the streaks of silver running along it.

You can only imagine what he is thinking in this moment, the thought of you spread out on your bed, thrusting your toy in and out at a steady pace, soft whimpers and praises of his name squeaking out of you. Peter’s cock twitched at the mere thought.

“Come on babe, if you want it back, you have to fight for it,” he goads, waving the vibrator right in your face.

That's it, you have to stop this now.

You throw yourself against Peter and you both fall back onto the bed. You struggle for a moment and the speedster is giggling the whole time, evidently amused by the situation. He surely loves torturing you like this and the thought of that makes you feel even angrier and struggle harder.

You keep trying to yank his right arm, but Peter pushes you back and hides the hand that's holding the vibrator behind his back once more, sporting a borderline malicious grin.

“What, babe? Are yer gonna give up now?” He teases with an evil smirk that makes you lose it again. You push him forward and manage to make him fall back in the bed. Then you get on top of him, straddling Peter as a way to keep him from moving, but the effort seems to be futile as he keeps shifting under you; his head ducked in the hollow of your neck and one of his hands holding you back by the hip.

After a moment, he stops struggling and you realize that Peter is breathing heavily. You can feel his warm breath brushing the side of your neck and you notice that your own breathing is hitching too.

You pull back, observing Peter's devil gaze. In record time, literally, Peter flipped your positions, his hands snaking into yours as he holds them either side of your head. You stay quiet, glancing up at your best bud and awaiting his next move.

Glancing down at your lips, Peter’s tongue protrudes as he swipes it across his own, chest heaving in excitement. “If yer gave me the chance, babe?” His words were sincere and low.

“I could take real good care of ya.” Peter’s now dark gaze looks up and bores into your own, emphasizing his words in a way that had you needing him already.

You gulped as your breath hitched, your legs involuntarily rubbing together for friction. Arousal seeped from your entrance, beginning to soak your panties, being concealed only by the oversized sleep shirt you had over you.

If Peter had this effect on you with just his words, you wondered how you would survive with him balls deep inside. The thought alone made your thighs quake.

You weren’t stupid. You were very aware of Peter’s dating history and his tendency to ‘get around.’ But could you blame him? With the power to move any part of his body at mind bogglingly rapid speeds, you were surprised that there wasn’t a line of women outside his dorm room each night, cash in hand.

Peter was a respectful lover, of course, making it known his intentions from the get-go, but you couldn’t help but feel insecure from the inexperience you had against him. You weren’t a virgin, but you absolutely weren’t experienced either.

Peter felt your legs quivering as he looked down, fighting against the Gods themselves to not moan at the sight before him. Your baggy shirt had lifted up during the tussle, revealing your lace panties, wet from your arousal. His own cock leaked in response, and Peter looked back up, awaiting your response.

He was Peter. Your Peter; and you trusted him wholeheartedly.

“Really?”

“Scout’s honor, babe.” Peter grinned, holding up four fingers. He wasn’t a scout, nor was he holding up the right amount of fingers, but that was enough for you.

Smiling, you nodded, and Peter’s nervous facade dropped instantly as a teasing smirk adorned his features. He sat up to pull his shirt over his head in one swift motion, then leant back down to meet you in a passionate kiss.

Your lips parted instantly, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth while his fingers found the hem of your shirt, sliding up until the pads of his fingers tickled and grazed your waist. Peter hummed in content, enjoying the slight jolts your body made in reaction to his soft touches.

Sliding his hand along your spine, your back arched, allowing Peter to pull you up into a sitting position and gently take off your shirt. Once the material was discarded on the floor and you were left in just your panties, Peter grinned like a schoolboy at the sight of your bare chest, watching your nipples gradually harden from the exposure to the cold air.

A low groan rumbled from the back of his throat as he leant forward to blow cool air on your tits briefly, making you whimper and curl your hands into his unbelievably soft hair that you were impossibly jealous of.

He leaned back quickly to remove his shirt, discarding it in the general direction where he threw yours.

Peter’s focus moved back to your face, taking you in another sweet kiss as his chest collided with yours. The warmth between your bodies was comforting, especially when Peter pressed them together and pulled back from the kiss to travel back down. He kissed down the valley of your breasts, moving to the underside with an unsuspecting nip, making you gasp and clutch onto his hands.

Your eyes closed as Peter worked on your chest, nipping, licking and sucking the both of them, leaving a trail of marks that showed your belonging to him. When his soft touches subsided, you opened your eyes, only to be met with Peter’s dark ones and a smirk gracing his pinkish lips.

You were about to question him on why he stopped before he shushed you and tilted his head teasingly.

“Be honest with me, babe. Yer bought that vibrator with me in mind.” Peter smiled cheekily as you flushed once more, shaking your head in denial.

“It was just a big coincid-” you stopped mid sentence as your best friend quirked his eyebrow, disbelief coating his expression. You sighed.

“I guess.. It might've been at the back of my mind..” you mumbled almost inaudibly, averting your gaze due to the sheer embarrassment of admitting your dirty secret to the very last person you intended to tell.

Peter mockingly leaned closer towards you, cupping his ear with his hand as if it were impaired. “I’m sorry, babe, couldn’t hear yer there. What did ya say?” You glared at him, only making him laugh and continue with the gesture until you did what he wanted.

“Okay- fine! Yes, it was about you. Don’t be gettin’ so cocky about it, alright?” You admitted, exasperated.

Peter snickered jovially, his chest puffing out in show that your words had already given him the ego boost he was craving for. You could barely revel in your humiliation before you gasped, a buzzing emitting from your clit that made you writhe in a frenzy.

“All yer had to do was tell me the where and when, babe.” Peter grinned, gazing at your blissful expressions as the pads of his fingers pressed deeper into your clit, making you rock your hips into his hand. “Yer don’t need that toy when ya have the living, breathing, undoubtedly sexier thing.” You failed to answer, instead nodding vigorously and whimpering.

The buzzes came to an abrupt stop as his hands slid back out of your soaking panties, and you whined at the loss of contact, humping the air to gain some sort of friction to keep you going.

Peter snickered beside you, a comment about how needy you were for him going unnoticed by you as you whined for his touch.

You gripped onto his hands tight, gasping as Peter once more began kissing down your chest, but this time passing your breasts and moving down your stomach, peppering kisses along the way.

“Your skin is so fuckin’ soft,” Peter groaned, grabbing your thighs with a “c’mere” and pulling you towards him “what typa baby powder are yer usin’, huh?” His voice blabbered on and you let out a sound that was between a chuckle and a moan, your chest heaving as you awaited his heavenly touches.

Hooking your aching legs over his shoulders, Peter reached for the strap of your underwear, his fingers hooking underneath and sliding them off. You could faintly hear the fumble of the material, unknowing that Peter had shoved your wet panties in his trouser pocket.

One of his hands reached upwards to join with yours again, giving you the added reassurance that you would be okay and safe with him.

Your mind completely dissociated from anything other than him as Peter parted your sticky folds with his tongue, sliding the wetness up until he reached the other end. He giggled into your core, making you furrow your brows in confusion but shiver at the vibrations rippling through you.

“I was thinkin’.. It just reminded me of that old guy parting the seas.” Peter chuckled, and your head lifted up to look at your best friend in pure shock. ”What was his name? Monty? Moses? Moses! It was Moses.”

The Fuck?

“You seriously cannot be quoting the bible whilst eating me out, Peter.” You couldn’t believe what he just said. He couldn’t have been the furthest from sexy in this moment, and yet your body was still trembling from anticipation and want. You laid back down, chuckling from the irony and utter bullshit Peter spew out.

“Sorry, sorry.” Peter grimaced, cringing at his own actions “not the time.” Letting out a breath of hot air that hit your center, you gasped, immediately forgetting about what just occurred.

Peter dove in fully this time, leaving you almost no time to prepare as his tongue swirled around your slick in a way that had you clawing at your interlocked hands, gripping Peter so tightly you feared you may be cutting off his circulation.

Your body jolted uncontrollably, and using his other hand, Peter pressed it against your stomach to cease your movements, your skin burning up underneath his touch.

The bed rocked underneath you, not only from your involuntary movements but from the relentless thrusts Peter made on the bed, his cock hardening from your squeaks and moans that he was creating. He humped the bed, groaning into your core, only adding in the stimulation and pleasure, taking you to the brink of screaming so loud that Ororo could be able to hear you from the other side of the mansion.

Peter’s nose tickled your clit as he lapped at your heat, giving you that extra stimulation that took you where you needed to get faster. Your breathing quickened as you felt a finger penetrate through your folds and fully into you, making you gasp and clench, begging him to just move. Move.

The mix of his tongue flicking and buzzing your clit and his now two fingers pumping you in and out sent you into a frenzy, your moans only spurring Peter on, taking him to the edge of his own release.

The only thing you could think about was Peter and the exhilarating pleasure that he was providing you. You seized up as if you were in fear his actions would stop altogether, burning pressure building inside of you to the point you felt like you might explode.

With a curl of his fingers against a particularly spongy spot inside of you, you cried out Peter’s name as your back arched expertly off the bed, blazing intense bliss shooting out from your core and spraying the mattress, your thighs and Peter’s face.

Crying out once more in pure euphoria, your back hit the bed as you spasmed, Peter’s tongue working you through your orgasm.

Breathing heavily, you shuddered as Peter’s fingers slid out of you, a trail of your sticky release coating his digits. He all but moaned at the sight, arousal pooling in his belly as he unconsciously jutted his hips forward once more, seeking and finding the contact for his rock hard erection that was painfully constricted in the tight confines of his pants.

After a few more sharp thrusts, a filthy moan came out from Peter, his mouth forming a perfect ‘o’ shape and thick ropes of hot cum spilling into his underwear.

As your high came to an end Peter moved to kneel above you, putting his slick-covered fingers into his mouth and closing his eyes, humming at the taste. You didn’t even have the strength to utter out thanks to Peter, watching him tiredly as he wiped his chin of arousal.

He leant down briefly to kiss the inside of both your quivering thighs before laying them down to rest against the mattress.

Humming a low chuckle at your blissed out state, Peter took you into a delicate kiss, the taste of yourself and the heat of your altercation invading your senses. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, pulling away after short intervals for air.

“Well?” he said, tucking a sweaty strand behind your ear.

“Well what?”

“Was it better than the vibrator?” Peter smirked, leaving wet kisses and hickies along your jawline that your peers would surely question about tomorrow.

You let out a few breaths, still struggling to come to terms with the fact that you just fucked your bestfriend.

“I think you know the answer to that, Peter.” You breathed lightly as his hair tickled your cheeks. He grinned against the skin of your neck, encouraging a tired smile of your own to break out.

He then sat up promptly, adorning a mischievous smile before using his speed to grab the vibrator, you watching him with wide eyes.

You thought he had the intentions for a second round, but you were dumbfounded as he sped over to your balcony, stepping outside and using his speed to throw the toy as far as a speedster deemed possible.

“Peter!!” You screeched, jumping out and quickly pulling on his tee, of which thankfully covered your bare bottom half, running up to the balcony and staring into the vast darkness. “That was mine, you airhead! You have to get it back!”

“It didn’t even work that well, princess.” Peter promptly shrugged at his actions, bending down to throw you over his shoulder. You screech once more, flinging your arms about in an attempt to cover your bare lower half, a string of obscenities leaving your sore throat.

He threw you onto the bed under the covers, disappearing for a nanosecond to clean up and then reappearing, wearing a sweatshirt and sleeping pants. Peter crawled under with you, nuzzling into your neck contently as if he hadn’t just lobbed your expensive toy to the other side of the continent.

You scoffed, pushing against his head. “I can’t believe you’ve actually just done that.”

Still unrelenting, Peters warm hands slowly rubbed up and down your thigh, as if trying to hypnotize you into sleep. “No regrets,” he grinned, voice slightly muffled as his breath hit your neck “besides, yer have me now babe.”

“Really?” You looked up at the ceiling in shock, not even thinking about what all this actually meant. “Like, as a couple?”

Peter nodded gleefully, moving his head away to look up at you with tousled hair and droopy eyes. “Just imagine, i can be your strong, handsome, ladies man, dreamy, seductive, great music taste, badass boyfriend that you can show off to all friends and family.” You laughed at his dreamy sigh, caressing your fingers into his hair.

“Seductive?” You question, your teasing smirk letting him know you were only joking around. “I would hardly compare you to Patrick Swayze.”

Peter gasped overdramatically, his hand quickly removing itself from your thigh, clenching it by his chest as if he were heartbroken. “Babe, have you seen my smoulder? The chicks faint at the sight.” You turn to look at him, only to see him adorning a quirked eyebrow and a theatrical smoulder not-so-gracefully embellishing his face.

You snort, using the hand in his hair to push Peter’s head back into your neck.

“The fact you just referred to women as ‘chicks’ only proves my point, Maxipad.” You say after a brief pause, only to be met with light snoring as Peter’s eyes closed, his arms wrapped around your middle and legs intertwined with your own.

You bit your lip from cheerfulness, relishing in the moment as your arms curl up by his chest, comforted by the heat radiating off his body.

It was the same cuddling as when his leg was broken, only the air had changed to that of intimacy, a warm buzzing feeling in your chest.

So yes, you had found something to do this weekend.

#peter maximoff #quicksilver #evan peters #xmen #evan peters masterlist #james patrick march #peter maximoff x y/n #peter maximoff fluff #peter maximoff x you #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff smut #xmen peter maximoff #xmen days of future past #xmen headcanon #xmen quicksilver #xmen apocalypse

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jaywonjuice · 7 months

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📄🖇️ — reaction to you feeling insecure ~ p.sh

pairing bf!sunghoon x gn reader (feat. jay & a very drunk jake)

genre non idol au, angst (??), fluff, drabble

request: ✉️ “HIII can i request prompt 4 and 17 (w insecurity abt either their appearance/relationship/both..up to you!) with sunghoon pls??”; prompt #4 rough kisses; prompt #17 them reassuring you when you’re insecure.

warnings sfw intimacy, kissing, sexual innuendo, alcohol consumption

wc 713

it was saturday evening, and sunghoon was going out for drinks with jay and jake. as your boyfriend busied himself with getting ready, you watched from the bed, hugging a pillow tightly to your chest.

‘where are you going again?’ you asked him quietly.

‘oh, just the pub down on the corner as you turn left from the station, same as last time.’ sunghoon gave his reply as he ran his fingers through his dark hair, checking himself in the full length mirror. he straightened his jacket a little. ‘why d’you ask?’

‘those girls are going to be there again, aren’t they?’ you mumbled into your pillow, your mind wandering back to the last pub outing the boys had gone on the weekend prior.

jay and sunghoon had had to carry jake all the way back to yours after he’d had considerably too much to drink, and you had agreed to let him crash on the sofa. you’d been struggling to get what jake said that night out of your head all week.

‘you were definitely their favourite of the three of us ssunghoon,’ he’d grinned like a madman as his friends let him down onto the sofa. ‘ “oh sunghooon, hoonie darling, which one of us are you going to take home tonight?” ’ he crooned mockingly, slurring his words and making some rather inappropriate gestures with his hands.

‘he has a girlfriend, idiot,’ jay chided his drunken friend. ‘more than can be said for you.’ jake ignored him and said nothing, continuing to grin ear-to-ear sat slouched on the sofa, until he spotted you standing in the doorway, and leaned forwards to speak eagerly.

‘oh y/n! you know something, your man is very popular. it’s probably because he’s just “such a great kisser” apparently, you should keep an eye on him, becaus-’

jay shoved his friend down firmly by the shoulders, forcing him to lie down. ‘ok goodnight now jake, shut up til you’ve sobered up. you’re being a bad guest.’ jake giggled and mumbled incoherently into the sofa cushion.

sunghoon caught your eye as you left the room to see jay out. you hadn’t really been sure what the look in his eyes had meant. ‘i’m sorry’ ? if so, then sorry for what?

now, in the bedroom mirror, sunghoon caught your eye again, noticing you staring at him. he paused what he was doing momentarily. ‘yeah, maybe. maybe not. can’t say it makes much difference to me.’

‘did you kiss someone?’ you blurted out, much more abruptly than you’d meant to. ‘someone else, i mean.’

sunghoon stopped what he was doing completely and stared at you incredulously. ‘what? jesus no. you think i’d do that?’

you gave a small sigh. ‘no, i- i’m sorry.’ you bit your lip, fiddling with the edge of the pillowcase. ‘it’s just… i’m sorry but look at you hoon. you’re literally perfect. and i’m… gross.’ you kept your eyes glued on the pillow, not daring to meet his eyes.

sunghoon’s gaze softened, and he made his way over to you on the bed.

‘angel,’ he started gently, sitting down next to you. ‘you’re absolutely gorgeous. you’re perfect.’

you scoffed lightly. ‘not next to you.’

suddenly and without warning, sunghoon grabbed the pillow from you and tossed it aside, leaning right into you in its place. especially next to me, angel,’ he breathed.

you felt the hairs on the back of your neck raise at his closeness. his eyes flickered down to your lips and hovered there. ‘you always deserve to feel beautiful.’ with that his lips were crashing down onto yours. the force of the kiss knocked you back on the bed, so that now he was leaning down over you, the way he moved with you impassioned and urgent; verging on desperate. his hands found yours, and he interlaced your fingers.

when you pulled away finally, you were gasping in air. sunghoon lingered over you, his breaths ragged. ‘you’re unreal, love. i can’t believe i get to call you mine,’ he planted a kiss softly on the top of your head. ‘just promise me you’re not going to think like that from now on.’

your cheeks flushed and you nodded, giving him a small smile, and before you knew it his lips were on yours once more.

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kingkatsuki · 10 months

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He just wants to be good enough for you always🥺

Warnings: fluff, reader has a mum and dad.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Word Count: 1.1k.

You know how he feels.

It was the same feeling that bubbled inside your tummy when you were meeting his parents for the first time. Feeling silly for being so nervous the minute you stepped through the door as you were welcomed into a fierce hug by Mitsuki. A large photo album strewn over both your laps as Masaru offered you some homemade dorayaki.

“It ain’t the same thing,” He scoffs, staring at his reflection in the mirror as he pulls his tie out of its loop to start all over.

“How is it not the same?” You laugh from your position at your vanity, stroking your clear gloss against your lips as you watch him struggle with his tie again.

“They need to know that I can take care of ya,” He pushes, cursing under his breath when he looped the tie.

There’s something that convinces him that he’ll somehow never be good enough for you. The self-doubt and insecurity that’s plagued him since childhood rears its ugly head for situations like these— situations that have your usually strong and confident boyfriend reduced to that same terrified little boy.

“They know you take care of me, baby.” You turn in your chair to face him.

“I ain’t even number one yet, and they need to believe I’m good enough to look after their little girl?” He drops his tie in exasperation as it sits around his neck.

Standing up from your position at his vanity as you make your way over to him. Cupping his hands in your smaller ones as you lace your fingers together at your sides. Squeezing reassuringly as you practically feel his heart pounding against his ribcage, brows furrowed as you smile up at him.

“They won’t care about any of that, Katsuki.” You coo, feeling how sweaty his palms have become from preparing to meet your parents, “All they’ll care about is that you’re treating me well, and that you’re a good man.”

“A good man that leaves you for weeks at a time.” He scoffs.

It’s always a sore spot in your relationship when Bakugou has to leave for work. The best missions always seem to be the ones that take him further away from home than either of you would like. The biggest boosts to his hero ranking always seem to mean the longer trips, phone calls and FaceTimes at unsociable hours the things that keep you both close. But he always keeps his promise to return back to you safely, little gifts from the destination that reminded you of him.

“You do what you have to do, and I understand so they will too.” You reach your hands up to his forgotten tie. Slowly wrapping the fabric around to begin to loop it, pulling it through as he keeps his crimson gaze on you, “There’s no one else for me, Katsuki. Never will be.”

Bakugou would steal the sun in the sky for you if he could, submerge the entire world into darkness if it meant that only you could see it’s glow. There isn’t a single thing he wouldn’t do for you, and if only everyone could see that. The scrutinising tabloid articles and online posts still attack his character, wondering how a man as bold and brash as Dynamight could ever love anyone. But he proves it to you daily, through his words and actions.

You’d found a good one in Bakugou Katsuki, the perfect man. And you’d spend every day fighting his corner if you had to.

“Do you think I should bring that award I got last week? I think it might show your parents that—”

“Katsuki,” You cut off his rambling, shaking your head, “They don’t need to see that to know you’re successful. And I’m pretty sure my mum’s shown an article about that to all of her friends already.”

“I just want them to know that I can look all after ya,” He continues, “Even though my last mission ran over.”

A three week mission had turned into six after Bakugou had discovered the villain he had been tracking down was at the centre of a huge drug ring, the extra three weeks had meant taking down the entire operation but it had meant leaving you alone for Christmas— when he was first supposed to meet them.

“They understood, Kats.”

“I think your ma was pissed.” He scoffs.

“Not as pissed as yours,” You laughed, “She spent the entire evening complaining about it when I dropped off our gifts for them.”

“That old hag,” He shook his head, “She still goes on about that, you know. Doesn’t matter that I jumped up fifty points because of it.”

“No matter what happens— I love you, so they will too.” You smooth your palm along his chest to lay his neatly tied tie down flat against his dress shirt. His hand reaching up to try and tug at the uncomfortable collar as you grin up at him. Standing up on tiptoes to steal a kiss before wiping your gloss from his lips with your thumb, an action that’s halted by him licking his lips to taste the sticky sweetness as he pulls his head back.

“You’re such a dork.” You laugh, shaking your head as you turn around to check your face in the full length mirror.

“Yeah, but I’m your dork.” He hums, wrapping his arms around your waist as he settles his chin against your shoulder.

“Yeah, you are.” You smile, resting your hands on his arms as he sways you side to side, “But I hope you’re ready for my mum to grill you about when we’re having kids.”

“Our ma’s together are gonna be a fuckin’ nightmare.” Bakugou groans, hiding his eyes in the curve of your neck as you start laughing.

“I’d expect nothing less for our relationship.” You smiled, “I’m still recovering from your proposal.”

“Oi,” Bakugou’s arms tightened around your waist, “It ain’t my fault that villain ruined the perfect fuckin’ proposal.”

#I never had a nuclear family so I tried😂#soft bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #katsuki bakugou x reader

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softpascalito · 10 months

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Pedro Pascal x Reader - Here with me

Summary: During his time in Morrocco, Pedro finds himself in need of reassurance. You are happy to help.

Relationships: Pedro Pascal x Reader

WC: ~1200

Tags/Warnings: RPF, Gender-Neutral Reader, Established Relationship, Fluff and Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Pedro is a softie in this, the morroco pics made me do it, pedro pascals cream-colored hat, age differene (not specified), insecurities

AO3 LINK

Notes:

i hope yall like this! it is my first time posting a pedro work so id love to hear your thoughts on it <3 also watch me settle the six pack debate through the power of fanfiction.

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“I look stupid.” He muttered under his breath as he stood in front of the mirror. You weren't sure if he was talking to you or to himself. Still, you had caught every word.

“You do not look stupid.” “Fine, then I look- I don't know - bad.”

You sighed, finally turning your full attention towards the man you adored so much.

“You do not-” You crossed the bedroom in a few strides until you were behind him and could gently brush your hand over his back:” look stupid or bad-” He opened his mouth to protest but you immediately cut him off:” or whatever other similar attributes you have prepared.”

Pedro grumbled but it soon turned into a soft sigh as you carefully brushed the wrinkles out of his white tee and stood on your tiptoes to look over his shoulder, glancing at him in the mirror. He looked more than good, in your opinion. His skin was sunkissed, the colorful trunks went well with the basic shirt, he had put on some comfy sneakers and the light fedora he'd brought from Los Angeles. His hair was still a little messy after the shower you had shared and bits of it stuck out below his hat, making him all the more adorable.

You pressed a small kiss to his shoulder, just below his neck. The skin was soft and warm, having absorbed the sun throughout the long day you had spent exploring the streets of Morocco.

“You were so excited about bringing the hat when we packed, baby.” You mumbled to him, searching for his gaze through the mirror in front of you. He still didn't look at you, his eyes instead wandering over his body once more. Your lips were still on his skin and the vibrations of your voice carried into it as you spoke:” What's going on?” Pedro let out another small sigh:” Its nothing, I'm sorry. Just a long week.”

You knew shooting had been draining, the long hours combined with the physicality of the role and the heat- you admired how well he coped with it. Then again, maybe he didn't. Very gently, you stepped back and lowered your heels to the floor, returning to your normal height. You placed a hand on either side of his hips and slowly nudged him to turn around until he was fully facing you. Your left hand stayed on his hip while your right one wandered up to cup his face. He hadn't shaved in a while and you ran your thumb over his beard.

“What's going on?” You asked again, gazing up at him. You both knew he couldn't resist opening up to you. Not when you were looking at him like that. The words almost tumbled out of his mouth.“I just want to go somewhere without it ending up on social media. I want to go out with unwashed hair and a stained shirt and not worry about repeating an outfit or looking stupid or old or-” You shushed him gently, your hand still caressing his cheek.

“Baby, you can. Noone will mind, I promise.” He still looked doubtful. You didn't want to push him but at the same time you felt like you wanted to get to the bottom of this. You knew he needed the reassurance.

“You're afraid you'll look old?” He shrugged a little but it was accompanied by a small nod. So, that was it. “Can I ask something?” Your thumb had begun to draw circles on his cheek and he gave another silent nod.

“Are you scared that someone will think you're old?” You paused for a moment:” Or are you scared I will?”

His large brown eyes finally met yours and-

Oh.

Pedro barely had time to react as you leaned up and pressed a desperate kiss to his lips, trying to convey how much you adored him, making up for the words you couldn't find. He wrapped his arms around you, almost protectively and it suddenly occurred to you that he must've had that thought for a while.

“Pedrito, I- I don't think that.” You mumbled:” What makes you think I do? And don't say it was the stupid hat, you've worn that before.” He kissed you again, buying some time before he had to reply. “When we were at the beach a few weeks ago and I didn't have my reading glasses with me.” You knew exactly what he meant. And you immediately felt guilty. It had been a rare day off for the two of you and you'd decided to pack up some towels, books and snacks and spend the day at the beach. And then he had realized that he'd forgotten his reading glasses. And you had teased him about it.

“Baby, I didn't mean- Why didn't you say anything?” You asked quietly. You had pulled back a little more, to properly study his face. Just like you, he seemed to struggle with finding the right words. “I didn't want to make a whole deal about it. And I didn't- I didn't mind it. At first.” He explained gently. His voice was low and his gaze kept flickering away from your face:” I don't want you to miss out on things just because I, well, just because I'm older.” You couldn't help but let out a small giggle at that. Pedro stared at you like you had gone crazy:” What's so funny about that?” He demanded. You grinned up at him, your thumb still rubbing circles into his skin:” I'm not some rich Hollywood guy with a fancy yacht. I'm not going to trade you in for some young hunk with a six pack.”

You could tell he still tried to look a little mad but the corners of his lips curled a little as he tried, unsuccessfully, to hide his smile. That earned him another small laugh from you. “With this role, I might have a six pack soon, you know.” He teased as he finally looked down at you again. Your hand that had rested on his hips slowly moved under his shirt, finding his small, soft belly.

”As long as it makes for a comfortable pillow, I don't mind either.”

That elicited a small smile from Pedro. He watched your expression closely as you shifted, turning a little more serious. “I knew how old you were when we started dating. In fact, I'm pretty sure I knew before that.” You said gently:” I don't mind. I want to be with you. Siempre.” Your thumb had found the small, bald spot in his beard and rested in it for a moment. They fit perfectly. “Okay.” He whispered. And then it was his turn to try and convey an emotion he couldn't quite grasp with a kiss.

You understood.

After a while, you pulled back and studied his face for a moment, the way his eyes seemed a little watery, the shape of his nose, his slightly reddened lips. You smiled.

“If you wear the hat, I'll wear the dress.” It took him only a second to catch on:” The yellow one?” He asked, his face lighting up at the idea. ”The yellow one.” You confirmed.

You'd never seen him wear a hat with more pride.

#pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal #RPF #pedrito #pedro pascal in morocco #pedro pascal wearing a hat #idk how to tag #softpascalito

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lukall705 · 2 months

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Chubby reader x dazai who is insecure about herself can you can i like your articles very much

Dazai x Chubby!Fem!Reader

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AHHHH i didn't expect anyone to request chubby reader stuff!! as a chubby person myself i get so happy when i see chubby reader content 😖

Also sorry for taking so long to wrote this!! i forgot i was a fanfic writer for a while!(and i was on a small break)

Please remember english isn't my first language so my gramer isn't the best!

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Sfw!:

First off, it fucking cannon (if i remember correctly) that he loves all type of women!! No matter size, race, age(not under 18 tho!!) and much more!!

He would be so hurt to find out his beautifull and amazing belladona is insecure about her weight:(

He holds you so tight and tells you how much he loves you and your chubbines!

He hates when he sees you judging yourself in the mirror when you think hes not there

It hurst him to know you don't feel confidant in the clothes he gets you and he is quite literally ready to get the people who made you insecure killed

He always hold you close to him and makes you lay on top of him when cuddling since he finds comfort in the weight on top of him

if you ever even as much as utter the word "i'm to heavy", then just know he is gonna be shocked to the bone and all pouty

"i'm to heavy.." *Dramatic ass gasp* "How dare my Beautifull, amazing, pretty, sexy, hot,(ect) Bella accuse me of beaing to weak to handler her waight!!"

He would love to see you in skin tight clothes since he loves to look at your body, its very beautifull to him

Wants you to wear his clothes

if you start talking about going on a diet hes gonna beg you not to(unless its what really want or due to health reasons) since he loves your chubbines

"Bella! there is no reason for you to lose weight! you look absolutely beautiful just the way you are!"

Nsfw!:

Wants you to ride his face 101%!!

"baby, you aren't to heavy, plus it would be the best way to die, in between my beautiful belladona's thighs!"

This motherfucker will drag your body down on his face so he can feel your full waight

one time he passed out for a few seaconds since he couldn't breath

"My dear, that was the closest to death i've been in a while!"

Wants you to wear lingerie, he says it makes you look super sexy

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This was a bit rushed TT

i couldn't come up with more on the nsfw part TT

Also requests are open but i have quite a lot so it'll take a while before i can finish them! and i'm gonna try finishing some of the older ones!

#bsd #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #bsd x reader smut #bungo stray dogs #chuuya #dazai smut #chuuya nakahara #chuuya smut #chuuya x reader #bsd smut #dazai osamu x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd headcanons #dazai x reader smut #dazai osmau #dazai bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo gay dogs

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rafesapologist · 29 days

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eternal sunshine of a spotless mind ─ rafe cameron; part I

summary: you and rafe were star-crossed lovers, which is why you needed to forget him.

warnings: mentions of substance use, alcohol use, swearing

author's note: welcome to my new series!! some aspects of this story will be au, given the concept of the story itself. also, please let me know at any time if you'd like to be added to the taglist. thank u!

In the cozy confines of your bedroom, surrounded by the chatter and laughter of your friends, you stood before the mirror, your outfit meticulously chosen for the night ahead. The short denim skirt hugged your curves, accentuating your figure, while the tube top added a touch of effortless allure. You couldn't help but scrutinize your reflection, searching for any flaws or imperfections that might mar your appearance.

Turning to your friends, you sought their opinions with a hint of nervous anticipation. "So, what do you guys think?" you asked, a faint blush tinting your cheeks as you awaited their verdict.

Your friends crowded around you, their eyes appraising your outfit with a mix of admiration and excitement. "Girl, you look amazing!" exclaimed one of them, her voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. "That skirt is everything."

Another friend chimed in, nodding in agreement. "Seriously, you're going to turn heads tonight," she said, her tone filled with confidence. As their words washed over you like a wave of affirmation, a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. Maybe, just maybe, tonight would be the night you finally felt truly confident in your own skin. And with your friends by your side, anything felt possible.

A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you allowed the affirmations of your friends to wash over you, their words a balm to soothe the lingering doubts that had plagued you since the breakup with your ex-boyfriend. For the past two weeks, you had been trapped in a shell of self-doubt and insecurity, the pain of the breakup weighing heavily on your heart.

But tonight was different. Tonight was your chance at redemption, a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that had clouded your spirits. With each encouraging word from your friends, you felt a spark of confidence reigniting within you, dispelling the shadows of doubt that had held you captive for far too long.

Taking a deep breath, you met your own gaze in the mirror with newfound determination. Tonight, you would break free from the chains of heartache and insecurity. Tonight, you would embrace the person staring back at you with unapologetic pride.

With a smile, you turned to your friends, gratitude shining in your eyes. "Thank you," you said, your voice filled with sincerity. "For everything. Let's make tonight one to remember."

With anticipation buzzing in the air, you headed out the door, a sense of excitement coursing through your veins. Tonight wasn't just any night; it was your chance at redemption. With your friends by your side, you were ready to embrace whatever the evening had in store, confident in your ability to overcome any obstacle that came your way.

With a flurry of excitement, you and your friends hustled out the front door, the anticipation palpable in the air. Laughter and chatter filled the night as you made your way to the waiting Uber, its headlights casting a warm glow on the pavement. One by one, you all piled into the car, the familiar scent of perfume mingling with the promise of adventure.

As the engine hummed to life, the city lights blurred past the windows, painting streaks of color against the darkness of the night. The energy inside the car was electric, each shared glance and inside joke heightening the sense of camaraderie among you. With each passing moment, the anticipation grew, a silent promise of the memories waiting to be made.

With a mischievous grin, one of your friends produced shots of pink Whitney, passing them eagerly around the group. The vibrant hue of the drink seemed to shimmer in the dim light, a symbol of the wild night ahead. "To tonight!" they exclaimed, raising their shot glass in a toast.

You joined in, clinking your glass with those of your friends, the sound ringing out in the air. As you tipped back the shot, the liquid burned down your throat, igniting a fire that spread through your veins. But amidst the heat, you felt a surge of courage welling up inside you, a sense of invincibility that urged you to embrace the moment. With a satisfied sigh, you set down the empty shot glass, the taste of adventure lingering on your lips.

The Uber pulled to a stop outside a grand white mansion, its facade illuminated by the glow of party lights and pulsating music. From the outside, the place looked alive, teeming with energy as people spilled both indoors and out, their laughter mingling with the night air.

With a nod of thanks, you and your friends bid farewell to the Uber driver, his parting words a simple "Have a good night" that seemed to echo with the promise of the evening ahead. As the car pulled away, you took a moment to soak in the scene before you, the excitement building with each passing second.

With eager anticipation, you and your friends made your way up to the front door, the sound of music growing louder with each step. The air was thick with anticipation, the promise of the night hanging heavy around you like a veil of excitement. As you crossed the threshold into the mansion, the energy of the party washed over you like a tidal wave, enveloping you in a whirlwind of laughter and music.

As one of your friends disappeared into the swirling crowd with a determined shout of "I'm gonna go get drinks!", a knot of anxiety tightened in the pit of your stomach. Alone amidst the throng of partygoers, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping in.

The room was packed with people, their laughter and chatter blending into a cacophony of sound that filled the air. Everywhere you looked, there were faces you didn't recognize, each one lost in their own world of revelry and excitement.

The enormity of the party seemed to loom over you like a daunting challenge, threatening to swallow you whole amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces and pulsating music. For a moment, you felt a pang of doubt, wondering if you belonged in a place so bustling with life and energy.

Feeling lost in the sea of partygoers, you were suddenly jolted from your thoughts as another friend caught you out of your gaze with a playful nudge. Sensing your nervousness, she looked at you with a mischievous smirk, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"I can see those nerves from a mile away," she teased, her tone laced with amusement. "But don't worry, I know just the cure for that."

Intrigued by her confident demeanor, you raised an eyebrow in curiosity, eager to hear what she had in mind. With a knowing glint in her eye, she beckoned you to follow her through the crowd, her steps purposeful as she led you towards a quieter corner of the room. As you followed in her wake, a sense of anticipation bubbled within you, wondering what she had planned to banish your nerves and inject some excitement into the night.

As you followed your friend into the living room, you found yourself swept into a scene of vibrant chaos. Groups of people clustered around the couch, their animated voices blending into a symphony of excitement. Laughter and cheers filled the air, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses and the thump of bass from the music.

Curiosity piqued, you furrowed your brows, wondering what had captured everyone's attention with such intensity. Pushing through the crowd, your friend leading the way, you edged closer, anticipation mounting with each step.

As you finally reached the heart of the gathering, you were met with a sight that both shocked and mesmerized you. A tall, dirty-blond haired boy stood before a coffee table, his figure outlined by the flickering light of the party. Beside him, a girl lay flat against the surface, her expression blissed out as she offered herself as a makeshift platform.

Your eyes widened in disbelief as you realized what was unfolding before you. The boy leaned down with slow, deliberate movements, his fingers delicately tracing the lines of cocaine arranged on the table. With a steady hand, he brought the powder to his nose, inhaling deeply as if savoring the moment.

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, their enthusiasm bordering on frenzy as they egged him on. It was a scene that seemed to exist in its own bubble of hedonistic euphoria, disconnected from the world outside the confines of the party.

Beside you, your friend's expression mirrored your own shock, her eyes wide with disbelief. In that moment, as the cheers of the crowd continued to reverberate around you, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease settling in the pit of your stomach. This was more than just a party; it was a glimpse into a world of excess and indulgence that you had only ever heard about in whispers. And as you stood there, a silent witness to the chaos unfolding before you, you couldn't help but wonder what other secrets lay hidden beneath the surface of the night.

"This is crazy," you murmured into your friend's ear, your voice barely audible over the din of the crowd. Shock and disbelief colored your words as you watched the scene unfold before you, unable to tear your eyes away from the spectacle.

Beside you, your friend's gaze remained fixed on the unfolding drama, her expression a mix of amusement and intrigue. It was almost as if she found the chaos before you entertaining, a spectacle to be enjoyed from a safe distance. You couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping in at her reaction, a gnawing uncertainty that lingered in the back of your mind.

"Don't tell me you're thinking about doing this, Gia," you whispered to your friend, shaking your head in disbelief. The chaos unfolding before you was enough to make anyone's head spin, but the mischievous glimmer in her eyes hinted at a dangerous curiosity that sent a chill down your spine.

The idea of following suit, of diving headfirst into the reckless abandon on display, made your stomach churn with apprehension. This wasn't the kind of excitement you had signed up for, and you couldn't fathom why your friend would even consider such a risky endeavor.

But as you looked into her eyes, you realized that the allure of the moment was too strong to resist. The promise of adventure, of breaking free from the monotony of everyday life, beckoned to her like a siren's call, tempting her to throw caution to the wind and embrace the chaos unfolding before you.

With a resigned sigh, you knew that trying to dissuade her would be futile. The allure of the night was too powerful to ignore, and as much as you wished otherwise, you knew that she was determined to dive headfirst into whatever came her way.

As the cheers of the crowd continued to echo around you, you couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation creeping in. This was a dangerous game they were playing, and you could only hope that they would emerge unscathed from the chaos that awaited them.

You met your friend's pleading gaze with a mixture of concern and disbelief. "Come on, Y/N, let's just try a little!" she urged, her voice tinged with excitement and anticipation.

A sense of apprehension gnawed at your insides as you hesitated, torn between the allure of the moment and the nagging voice of reason in the back of your mind. The idea of indulging in something so reckless and dangerous sent a shiver down your spine, but the pressure of the crowd and the promise of adventure weighed heavily on your shoulders.

With a reluctant sigh, you knew that resistance was futile. The energy of the party pulsed around you, intoxicating and electric, and the temptation to let go and lose yourself in the moment was too strong to ignore. Against your better judgment, you nodded hesitantly, steeling yourself for what was to come. This was a leap into the unknown, a step into the darkness that lay just beyond the edges of your comfort zone.

"Got room for two more?" Gia's voice cut through the chaos, her tone a mix of boldness and curiosity as she addressed the tall figure standing at the center of it all. His gaze snapped to her immediately, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he heard her plea.

The room seemed to hold its breath as all eyes turned to the interaction unfolding before them. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation, a palpable tension hanging in the air as Gia awaited his response.

With a casual tilt of his head, the mysterious figure regarded Gia with amusement, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Depends," he replied, his voice smooth and confident. "What are you bringing to the table?"

The challenge in his words hung heavy in the air, a silent dare for Gia to prove herself worthy of joining the inner circle of the party's most daring participants. And as she met his gaze with unwavering determination, you couldn't help but feel a surge of apprehension mixed with excitement.

Gia's response was swift and flirtatious, a playful glint in her eyes as she offered up a proposition that left the mysterious figure chuckling in amusement. With a shake of his head, he motioned for her to join him, his expression a mix of sarcasm and intrigue.

"Well, aren't you confident?" he chuckled, his voice laced with amusement as he extended a hand towards her. "I like that."

Gia flashed him a dazzling smile, her confidence unwavering as she sauntered over to him, the excitement practically radiating off her. "You have no idea," she replied with a wink, her tone dripping with flirtatious charm.

As she settled into the seat beside him, the mysterious figure turned to her with a smirk, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "So, what's your name, fearless one?"

"Gia," she replied with a smirk of her own, her gaze locked with his. "And you?"

He chuckled at her boldness, leaning in closer as if to share a secret. "You can call me Rafe," he said, his voice low and smooth.

Meanwhile, you watched the exchange with a mixture of amusement and apprehension, unsure of what was to come. Gia shot you an excited glance, urging you to join them, but you hesitated, feeling a subtle tug of resistance in the pit of your stomach.

Despite your reluctance, Gia grabbed your wrist with a firm grip, dragging you forward through the crowd with a determined resolve. As you reluctantly followed her lead, the energy of the party pulsed around you like a living, breathing entity, filling you with a heady mix of excitement and uncertainty.

As Gia pulled you from the safety of the crowd, you couldn't shake the sensation of being exposed, vulnerable to the scrutiny of not only the partygoers but especially the intense gaze of the boy she was flirting with. Heat flooded your cheeks, a telltale sign of your discomfort, as you felt the weight of his gaze on you like a physical presence.

Every step closer to the couch felt like a journey into the unknown, the intensity of the moment elevating your unease to new heights. The blond boy watched you intently, his eyes seeming to bore into your very soul as you made your way across the room.

You tried to maintain a facade of composure, but inside, your nerves were in turmoil. The unfamiliarity of the situation left you feeling exposed, a sense of vulnerability creeping in as you approached the couch where Gia and Rafe awaited.

With each passing moment, the tension in the air seemed to thicken, wrapping around you like a suffocating embrace. You couldn't help but wonder what lay in store as you finally reached the couch, the weight of Rafe's gaze still burning into you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

"So, you two ever done this before?" Rafe's smirk widened, mischief dancing in his eyes as he lined up the lines of coke in front of him. The question hung in the air like a heavy fog, suffocating you with its implications.

A lump formed in your throat as you struggled to find the right words. The intensity of the moment seemed to amplify, the weight of Rafe's gaze bearing down on you like a tangible force. You glanced at Gia, searching for some semblance of reassurance, but she remained composed, her expression unreadable.

The lines of coke glistened under the dim lights, each one a stark reminder of the choices laid out before you. The air seemed to crackle with anticipation, a silent invitation to join in the reckless abandon unfolding before you.

With a deep breath, you tried to steady your nerves, but the unease lingered, festering in the pit of your stomach like a dormant volcano. This was uncharted territory, a leap into the unknown that left you teetering on the edge of uncertainty.

As Rafe awaited your response, his smirk never faltering, you couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation creeping in. The allure of the moment was undeniable, but the consequences loomed ominously on the horizon, casting a shadow over the otherwise electric atmosphere of the party.

"Nope," your friend spoke up, her voice surprisingly chipper despite the gravity of the situation. A preppy tone laced her words, a stark contrast to the tension that hung thick in the air. You glanced at her, bewildered and confused, wondering why she was taking the lead in this precarious moment.

Her gaze remained fixed on Rafe, her expression unyielding as she perked up at the sight of the substance before them. It was as if she was playing a part, masking any hint of uncertainty with an air of nonchalance.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration and anxiety coursing through you. This wasn't the adventure you had signed up for, and yet here you were, dragged into a situation that left you feeling more exposed and vulnerable than ever.

As Rafe's smirk widened, a sense of foreboding settled over you like a dark cloud. The lines of coke gleamed under the dim lights, a silent temptation beckoning you to succumb to the chaos unfolding before you.

"Well, then which one of you wants to go first?" Rafe's voice cut through the tension, his smirk widening as he gestured towards the lines of cocaine laid out before them.

"I'll go first," Gia's unexpected eagerness to take the lead caught you off guard, her excitement palpable as she offered to go first. You couldn't help but look at her with a mixture of disbelief and concern, the weight of her decision settling heavily in the pit of your stomach.

Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, her expression filled with a reckless abandon that sent a shiver down your spine. It was as if she was oblivious to the risks involved, her eagerness blinding her to the potential consequences.

You opened your mouth to protest, to voice your concerns and urge her to reconsider, but the words caught in your throat. The intensity of the moment left you feeling powerless, a silent witness to the chaos unfolding before you.

With a sense of resignation, you watched as Gia leaned forward, her movements confident and deliberate as she prepared to indulge in the reckless abandon laid out before her. Despite the unease gnawing at your insides, you couldn't help but feel a pang of admiration for her fearlessness, even if it bordered on recklessness. As she prepared to take that fateful step, you couldn't shake the feeling of trepidation that settled over you like a heavy cloak.

You leaned in close, your voice barely a whisper as you voiced your concerns to Gia, asking if she really wanted to go through with this. But she brushed you off with a dismissive wave of her hand, her eyes focused solely on the line of cocaine laid out in front of her.

"Come on, Y/N, lighten up," she replied, her tone flippant as she waved off your concerns. "It's just a little fun."

Despite her attempts to downplay the gravity of the situation, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of your stomach. The reckless abandon with which she approached the moment left you feeling helpless, a silent observer to her descent into the unknown.

With a heavy heart, you watched as she leaned forward, her movements deliberate as she prepared to take that fateful step. A sense of resignation washed over you as you realized that there was nothing more you could do to stop her.

As she disappeared into the haze of the moment, you couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow and regret wash over you. This wasn't the adventure you had signed up for, and yet here you were, powerless to stop the chaos unfolding before you.

You found yourself transfixed by the sight of Rafe, his piercing azure eyes alight with a malevolent gleam as he watched Gia succumb to his subtle persuasion. There was a dark elegance to his demeanor, a predatory grace that sent a shiver down your spine as you observed him orchestrating the unraveling of the night's delicate tapestry.

In the flickering light of the party, his features were cast in shadow, the lines of his face sharp and defined against the backdrop of chaos. There was an otherworldly quality to him, as if he were a puppet master pulling the strings of those around him with effortless finesse.

As Gia disappeared into the swirling haze of the substance, her movements becoming increasingly erratic, you couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow wash over you. It was as if she had fallen under his spell, ensnared by the allure of the moment without a second thought for the consequences that awaited.

The air around you crackled with tension, thick with the weight of uncertainty and regret. This wasn't just a party; it was a descent into the depths of darkness, a journey into the unknown that left you feeling lost and adrift in a sea of swirling emotions.

Your breath caught in your throat as you watched Gia succumb to the substance, her movements becoming increasingly erratic with each passing moment. A sense of dread washed over you as anxiety began to course through your body like a raging river, threatening to engulf you in its tumultuous currents.

Gia's groan of discomfort tore through the haze of the party, a stark reminder of the consequences of her impulsive decision. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing the harsh reality of the situation in all its starkness.

As you glanced up, you found Rafe's piercing gaze fixed on you, his eyes burning with an intensity that sent a chill down your spine. It was as if he were waiting, biding his time to lure you into his web of deception and temptation.

A shiver ran down your spine as you realized the gravity of the situation. You were teetering on the edge of a precipice, the allure of the night pulling you closer with each passing moment. But deep down, you knew that giving in to temptation would only lead to regret and despair.

"I need some air," you blurted out, the words escaping your lips in a rush as you hastily rose from the couch. With a sense of urgency propelling you forward, you made your way through the crowded room, the pulsating beat of the music fading into the background as you sought solace in the quiet confines of the kitchen.

The air was cooler here, the chaos of the party muffled by the walls that surrounded you. You took a deep breath, relishing the momentary reprieve from the overwhelming atmosphere of the living room. With each inhale, you felt the weight of the night's events slowly begin to lift from your shoulders. The dim light of the kitchen cast a soft glow over the room, offering a sense of serenity amidst the chaos that raged beyond its walls.

Desperate to distract yourself from the chaos unfolding around you, you made a beeline for the punch bowl on the counter. With shaky hands, you poured yourself a generous serving of the potent liquid, the rich aroma wafting up to meet your senses.

Without hesitation, you lifted the cup to your lips and took a long, deep sip, the cool liquid burning a path down your throat. The sharp tang of alcohol cut through the haze of uncertainty that clouded your mind, offering a fleeting sense of solace amidst the turmoil.

You drank quickly, gulping down the fiery liquid as if it were the only thing anchoring you to reality in the midst of the storm. With each swallow, you felt the tension in your muscles begin to ease, the tight knot of anxiety in your chest slowly unraveling.

But even as you sought refuge in the numbing embrace of the alcohol, a nagging voice in the back of your mind reminded you of the dangers that lurked just beyond the surface. You knew that this was only a temporary reprieve, a fleeting escape from the harsh realities of the night.

As you set the empty cup down on the counter, a sense of calm began to settle over you, the sharp edges of your anxiety blunted by the comforting embrace of the alcohol. But as you turned around, ready to rejoin the chaos of the party, you were taken by surprise to find the same tall, lanky boy from earlier standing before you.

His presence loomed large in the dimly lit kitchen, his azure eyes glittering with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. Despite the chaos that raged around you, the room seemed to fall silent in his wake, as if time itself had come to a standstill.

For a moment, you found yourself unable to look away, captivated by the enigmatic aura that surrounded him. There was something magnetic about him, a sense of allure that drew you in despite your better judgment.

As he regarded you with a knowing smile, you felt a surge of unease ripple through you. It was as if he could see straight through the facade you had carefully constructed, peeling back the layers of pretense to reveal the raw vulnerability that lay beneath. His voice, smooth and rich like dark velvet, sliced through the heavy air of the kitchen, a gentle caress against your senses. Startled, you turned to find him standing there, his tall frame looming before you like a solitary sentinel in the dimly lit room.

"You alright? You left pretty abruptly back there," he inquired, his azure eyes capturing yours with a mesmerizing intensity. There was a warmth in his voice, a subtle undercurrent of concern that sent a flutter through your chest.

You felt a rush of blood to your cheeks as you struggled to gather your thoughts, his unexpected presence leaving you momentarily speechless. His concern was palpable, hanging between you like a delicate thread, drawing you closer in its embrace.

"I… uh…" Your words faltered, lost in the depths of his gaze. A faint blush tinted your cheeks as you searched for an explanation, a reason to justify your abrupt departure from the chaos of the living room.

In that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still, the world around you fading into the background as you were enveloped by the magnetic pull of his presence. It was as if you were caught in a trance, unable to look away from the captivating allure of the stranger before you.

But as his gaze softened, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips, you felt a sense of relief wash over you. There was understanding in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the tumultuous emotions that had driven you to seek solace in the quiet sanctuary of the kitchen.

"I just needed some air," you finally managed to murmur, your voice barely a whisper against the backdrop of the night. It was a simple explanation, but one that carried the weight of your inner turmoil.

His smile widened, a gesture of reassurance that filled you with a sense of warmth. "I understand," he replied, his words a gentle echo in the silence. "Parties can be overwhelming sometimes."

As you exchanged a brief smile, a sense of connection blossomed between you, bridging the divide that had separated you moments before. In that fleeting exchange, you realized that perhaps he wasn't just a stranger passing through the night.

"Yeah, this isn't really... my thing," you chuckled softly, your laughter a delicate melody that danced on the air. But beneath the lightness of your tone, there was a hint of vulnerability, a subtle admission of discomfort that lingered in the spaces between your words.

Your gaze remained fixed on your fingernails, your fingers tracing invisible patterns on their surface as you fidgeted with nervous energy. It was as if you were unable to meet the boy's gaze directly, the weight of his presence leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable.

The silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken words and unspoken truths. You could feel his gaze lingering on you, a silent observer to the turmoil that churned within you. In that moment, you wished for nothing more than to disappear into the shadows, to escape the intensity of his scrutiny and the weight of your own insecurities. But try as you might, you couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped in the spotlight, the focus of his attention burning like a spotlight against your skin.

"The parties or the coke?" he chuckled, his voice laced with sarcasm as he teased you. His words hung in the air between you, a playful challenge that danced on the edge of familiarity.

You couldn't help but smile at his teasing, a flicker of amusement lighting up your features despite the lingering tension that lingered between you. His playful banter offered a welcome distraction from the weight of the night's events, a momentary reprieve from the chaos that surrounded you.

With a playful glint in your eye, you met his gaze with a hint of defiance. "Both," you replied, your tone matching his sarcasm with ease. It was a simple retort, but one that carried a hint of truth beneath its surface.

He chuckled again, the sound reverberating through the air like a low rumble of thunder, sending a shiver down your spine. You felt his gaze linger on you, tracing an invisible path up and down your body as you stood there, pinned against the counter with nowhere to run or hide.

A sense of vulnerability washed over you as you met his gaze, the intensity of his scrutiny leaving you feeling exposed and defenseless. It was as if he could see straight through the facade you had carefully constructed, peeling back the layers of pretense to reveal the raw vulnerability that lay beneath.

As he inched closer, his presence loomed over you like a shadow, casting a veil of darkness over the already dimly lit kitchen. You felt as if you were shrinking in the wake of his towering stature, your own sense of presence diminishing in comparison.

With each step he took, you could feel your heart rate quicken, a flutter of panic rising in your chest. It was as if you were caught in a trap, ensnared by the magnetic pull of his gaze and the palpable tension that hung between you.

As he peered down at you, his features softened for a fleeting moment, a flicker of empathy shining in his eyes. It was a brief respite from the overwhelming intensity of his presence, a small glimmer of understanding in the midst of the chaos that surrounded you.

But as quickly as it had appeared, the moment passed, and you were once again left to grapple with the unstuble fear that plastered your face. In that fleeting exchange, you realized that perhaps he wasn't just a stranger passing through the night, but rather a mirror reflecting the depths of your own vulnerabilities back at you.

"I never got your name," he spoke softly, his voice a gentle whisper that cut through the tension like a knife. There was a sincerity in his gaze, a genuine curiosity that sparked a flicker of warmth within you.

You shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny, feeling a flush creep up your cheeks as you met his gaze. "Y/N," you responded sheepishly, your voice barely above a whisper.

His lips curved into a small smile, a gesture of appreciation for your honesty. "Y/N," he repeated, testing the sound of your name on his lips as if savoring its taste.

"So, what brought you here if this isn't your thing?" he inquired, his voice gentle yet curious, as if he were genuinely interested in unraveling the mystery of your presence amidst the chaos of the party.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, grappling with the weight of his question. Uncertainty clouded your thoughts as you debated how to respond, unsure whether his inquiry stemmed from genuine curiosity or mere flirtation.

For a moment, you felt a flicker of vulnerability, a nagging doubt that whispered in the recesses of your mind. Was he truly interested in unraveling the complexities of your presence at the party, or was he merely toying with you for the night?

With a deep breath, you pushed aside your reservations, choosing to take a leap of faith in the midst of uncertainty. "My friends brought me here," you admitted, your voice soft yet resolute. "They thought it might help me get over a breakup."

As the words left your lips, you felt a surge of raw emotion wash over you, the weight of your confession hanging heavy in the air between you. It was a vulnerable admission, a glimpse into the depths of your heartache and longing.

You braced yourself for his response, uncertain of what to expect. Would he offer words of comfort and understanding, or would he dismiss your vulnerability with a casual wave of his hand?

His eyebrows raised, a flicker of surprise crossing his features as if he were stunned by your confession. "What dumbass would break up with you?" he exclaimed, his tone incredulous and tinged with disbelief.

For a moment, you were taken aback by his candid response, the raw honesty of his words catching you off guard. It was a stark contrast to the playful banter that had characterized your conversation thus far, a glimpse into the genuine concern that lurked beneath the surface.

You felt a warmth spread through you at his words, a faint blush tinting your cheeks as you met his gaze. Despite the tumultuous emotions that churned within you, there was a sense of validation in his words, a reassurance that you were maybe worthy of devotion and respect.

You laughed drily, the sound echoing softly in the dimly lit kitchen as you offered your response. "He broke up with me because he's going off to college soon," you admitted, your voice tinged with a hint of resignation.

There was a bitter irony to the situation, a cruel twist of fate that left you grappling with the aftermath of a decision that had shattered your world. In that moment, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at the memory of the relationship that had once held so much promise.

As you met his gaze, you saw a flicker of understanding in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the complexities of your situation. In that fleeting exchange, you realized that perhaps you weren't alone in your struggles, that others too bore the weight of their own burdens and regrets.

"Well, that seems like his loss. I don't think I could forgive myself if I lost a girl who looks like you," he remarked, his voice soft yet earnest.

His words caught you off guard, a surge of warmth spreading through you at the sincerity in his tone. Despite the lingering doubts and insecurities that plagued your mind, there was a glimmer of validation in his words, a reassurance that you were worthy of love and admiration. For a moment, you were rendered speechless, the weight of his compliment hanging heavy in the air between you. It was a simple gesture, but one that carried a profound impact.

You gave him a soft smile, a faint glimmer of gratitude dancing in your eyes, but you couldn't help but shake your head in disbelief at his words. "Yeah, sure," you muttered quietly, the words tinged with a hint of skepticism.

Despite the warmth of his compliment, there was a part of you that struggled to accept it, a nagging voice of doubt that whispered in the recesses of your mind. It was hard to reconcile his kind words with the insecurities that still lingered within you, a constant reminder of the wounds that had yet to heal.

His earnestness caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but feel a flicker of warmth spread through you at his sincerity. "No, I'm serious," he insisted, his voice gentle yet firm. "I mean, I've been to many of these parties in my life, and I can tell you honestly, I haven't seen a girl that comes close to the way you look."

His words hung in the air between you, carrying a weight of truth that resonated deep within you. Despite your initial skepticism, there was something genuine in his tone, a sincerity that stirred something within your heart.

You cocked an eyebrow at him, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of your lips as you tilted your head in mock curiosity. "Sure didn't seem like it when you were flirting with my friend back there," you teased, the sarcasm heavy in your voice.

His chuckle echoed softly in the air, a musical counterpoint to the playful banter that danced between you. There was a lightness to the moment, a shared understanding that transcended the uncertainties that lingered in the air.

"Ah, that was just jokes," he shrugged, his tone casual as he took a swig of his beer nonchalantly.

His easy dismissal of the earlier flirtation with your friend brought a smirk to your lips, a playful glint dancing in your eyes. It was a reminder of the fleeting nature of the moment, a recognition that sometimes laughter and banter were simply part of the dance of life.

With a nod of understanding, you let out a soft chuckle, the tension of the moment dissipating like wisps of smoke in the night air. In that simple exchange, you found a sense of camaraderie, a shared acknowledgment of the lightheartedness that often accompanied the chaos of a party.

"Oh, I'm sure, and if she would've tried to sleep with you, that would've been a joke too, right?" you quipped, a hint of sarcasm lacing your words as you raised an eyebrow at him.

The playful jab elicited a chuckle from him, a glimmer of amusement dancing in his eyes as he met your gaze. It was a moment of shared understanding, a recognition of the absurdity of the situation and the power of laughter to bridge the gap between strangers. With a nod of agreement, he offered a sheepish grin, his expression softened by the warmth of your banter.

"You're a sarcastic one, aren't you?" he remarked, a playful glint in his eyes as he observed your witty banter.

You couldn't help but grin at his observation, a sense of pride swelling within you at the recognition of your sharp tongue. "Guilty as charged," you replied with a smirk, a hint of mischief dancing in your voice. The exchange brought a sense of levity to the moment, a shared understanding of the playful dynamics that had unfolded between you.

"I like it," he remarked with a grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

The simple affirmation brought a smile to your lips, a warmth spreading through you at his acceptance of your sarcasm. It was a small but significant gesture, a tacit acknowledgment of the unique bond that had formed between you in the midst of chaos.

You rolled your eyes playfully at his comment, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. "Of course you do," you teased, the sarcasm dripping from your words like honey.

His laughter filled the air, a melodic counterpoint to your playful banter. It was a moment of shared understanding, a recognition of the quirks and idiosyncrasies that made each of you unique.

"You're pretty funny, Y/N. How come I haven't seen you around before? You just move here?" he asked, genuine curiosity coloring his tone.

You chuckled at his question, a small smile playing on your lips. "Nah, I've been around," you replied casually, a hint of mystery in your voice. "Just haven't crossed paths, I guess."

There was a subtle shift in the air, a shared moment of intrigue as you exchanged glances. In that fleeting exchange, you felt a sense of anticipation, a silent acknowledgment of the possibilities that lay ahead.

With a nod of understanding, he flashed you a smile, his eyes alight with curiosity. "Well, I'm glad we finally met," he said with a grin, his words carrying a note of sincerity.

You gave him a soft, small smile and nodded in agreement with him. "By the way, whose house is this anyways? It's huge," you remarked, glancing around at the lavish surroundings.

Rafe chuckled softly, a hint of sheepishness coloring his expression as he admitted, "Actually, it's me and my family's home."

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, your gaze flicking around the opulent surroundings with newfound appreciation. "Wow, really?" you exclaimed, impressed by the revelation. "It's incredible."

He nodded, a smile playing on his lips as he glanced around the expansive space. "Yeah, it's been in the family for generations," he explained, a note of pride in his voice. "I like to throw these parties every now and then."

You couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the realization, the grandeur of the mansion suddenly taking on a new significance. "Well, you certainly know how to host a party," you remarked, offering him a warm smile.

Rafe grinned in response, a sense of camaraderie blossoming between you. "Thanks," he replied, his eyes meeting yours with a hint of warmth. "Glad you're enjoying yourself."

You hummed a soft, breathy laugh in response, a playful twinkle in your eyes. "Yeah, as much as I can," you replied, your voice laced with a hint of mischief.

Rafe chuckled warmly at your response, a gentle glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "Well, if you need a getaway from all the madness, I can show you around upstairs," he offered, his voice tinged with sincerity.

You raised your eyebrow at him, your eyes widening a bit as you questioned his motives through your facial expression. Sensing your skepticism, Rafe held his hands up in defense, his expression earnest.

"I didn't mean it like that," he clarified quickly. "It's just a quieter place if you need to have a moment to yourself for a bit. I know these parties can be a lot to some people."

His words washed over you, a sense of understanding dawning in your eyes as you processed his genuine intentions. With a small nod of appreciation, you offered him a soft smile, grateful for his thoughtfulness.

"Thanks, Rafe," you replied, sincerity coloring your voice. "I could definitely use a breather."

With a warm smile, Rafe gestured for you to follow him as he led the way towards the tranquility of the upper floors. As you ascended the stairs together, a sense of gratitude washed over you, thankful for the chance to escape the chaos of the party and find a moment of peace in the stranger's company.

As you walked up the stairs behind Rafe, your gaze wandered to the family portraits hanging on the walls. You observed them with curiosity, taking note of the familiar faces captured in time.

Your attention was drawn to the two girls in the portraits, and you couldn't help but squint at the image of the older one, a flicker of recognition crossing your features. "Is that your sister? I think I've seen her around before," you remarked, your voice tinged with curiosity.

Rafe turned around, his expression faltering slightly as he followed your gaze to the portrait you were pointing to. "Yeah, that's my younger sister, Sarah," he confirmed, a hint of trepidation in his voice. "She likes to hang around with the Pogues, so you've probably seen her running around somewhere with them."

You nodded in understanding, recalling the group of friends known as the Pogues and the reputation they had around town. "Ah, I see," you replied, a thoughtful expression crossing your features as you processed the information.

As you walked behind Rafe, you couldn't help but wonder why he seemed slightly annoyed when talking about his sister. However, you quickly brushed it off, chalking it up to the normal dynamic of older siblings feeling annoyed with their younger counterparts. After all, it was a common trope that transcended families and generations.

Despite your curiosity, you decided not to dwell on it too much, preferring to focus on the present moment and the journey through the upper floors of the mansion with Rafe. There were plenty of other things to occupy your thoughts, and you didn't want to read too much into a passing expression.

As you approached one of the doors in the hallway, Rafe swiftly opened it and guided you inside. "This is our library room," he explained, gesturing around the spacious chamber. "Bunch of old books and stuff in here that my dad collected over time."

You stepped into the room, feeling a sense of reverence wash over you at the sight of the rows of shelves lined with dusty tomes. The air was heavy with the scent of aged paper and leather bindings, lending the room a timeless quality that was both comforting and mysterious.

"Wow, this is incredible," you remarked, your voice barely above a whisper as you took in the sight. "I love old books."

Rafe nodded in agreement, a hint of pride in his expression as he surveyed the room. "Yeah, it's pretty cool," he admitted, his tone tinged with nostalgia. "My dad used to spend hours in here, lost in his own little world."

You listened with interest as Rafe shared stories of his father and the memories they had shared in the library room. There was a warmth to his words, a sense of reverence for the past that resonated deeply with you.

You marveled at the library room, feeling a pang of envy as you took in its grandeur. "I've never seen anything like this. I wish my parents built some cool room in our house. The most we have is a spare bedroom that's collecting dust," you confessed, a hint of longing in your voice.

Rafe glanced at you sympathetically, understanding the sentiment behind your words. "Yeah, I guess we're lucky in that regard," he replied, his tone gentle. "But hey, you never know what the future holds. Maybe one day you'll have your own cool room to escape to."

You smiled at his optimism, grateful for his reassuring words. "I wish," you replied, a sense of hope blossoming within you.

As you observed the bookshelves closer, your eyes became fixated on one in particular, and they lit up with recognition when you saw it. "Oh my gosh, I love this book," you exclaimed, your voice filled with excitement, as you reached out to carefully remove it from the shelf. Turning to face Rafe, you eagerly opened up the first page.

"Little Women?" Rafe's eyes widened in surprise and amusement as he nodded, a smile playing on his lips. "That used to be one of my mom's favorites," he replied, a hint of fondness and nostalgia in his voice.

You looked up at Rafe for a brief moment, noticing the hint of sadness that flickered across his features. Your heart sank as you realized the reason behind his use of the past tense when referring to his mom. Before you could respond, he spoke up again, as if sensing your thoughts.

"My mom left us when I was in middle school," he explained, his voice tinged with a mix of resignation and bitterness. "She just kind of packed up and ran off somewhere one day, who knows."

You felt a pang of sympathy for Rafe as you listened to his words. It must have been incredibly difficult for him and his family to cope with such a sudden and unexpected loss. "I'm so sorry," you murmured softly, reaching out to place a comforting hand on his arm.

Rafe offered you a small, sad smile, a silent acknowledgment of your empathy. "Thanks," he replied quietly, his gaze drifting back to the bookshelves.

Sensing Rafe's stoicism at the mention of his mother, you didn't want to push any boundaries or dwell on the topic further. Instead, you decided to revert back to the book itself, attempting to change the subject.

"I think I read this book twenty times in high school. I had a bit of a fixation on it for a while," you joked, a playful glint in your eyes as you chuckled softly, hoping to lighten the mood.

Rafe's expression softened slightly at your attempt to shift the conversation, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah? It's definitely a classic," he agreed, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

"Amy was my favorite. I think I loved it so much because I could relate to her," you confessed, a wistful smile tugging at your lips as you reflected on the character.

"What do you mean by that?" Rafe's question pulled you out of your reverie, and you looked up at him, meeting his gaze with surprise. His expression was one of genuine interest, as if he was trying to read your expression and understand the meaning behind your words.

"Well, I'm the youngest of my siblings, all sisters, just like her," you confessed, a wistful laugh escaping your lips. "But my one sister, Charlie, she's just... good at everything she does, and because of that, I've always come second to her."

There was a hint of melancholy in your tone, a vulnerability that you rarely allowed others to see. You felt a weight lift off your shoulders as you shared your innermost thoughts with Rafe, grateful for his understanding and support.

Rafe's eyes softened with understanding as he listened to your words. "I'm sorry to hear that," he replied gently, his voice filled with sympathy. "It can be tough when you feel like you're constantly living in someone else's shadow."

As you opened up about your experiences, you noticed a hint of understanding in Rafe's voice, as if he had lived through the very scenario you were talking about. It piqued your curiosity, sparking a desire to learn more about his own experiences and struggles.

"Have you ever felt like that too?" you asked tentatively, your voice filled with genuine curiosity as you looked up at Rafe, searching for clues in his expression.

Rafe hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering with a mixture of emotions before he finally nodded, a quiet acknowledgment of your question. "Yeah, I have," he admitted softly, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

As you sighed, accepting Rafe's short answer and not wanting to pry any longer, you simply nodded in understanding. "Sorry, I don't mean to pry, I just..."

Before you could finish your sentence, Rafe cut in, his voice gentle yet sincere. "No, it's okay," he reassured you, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Most people only talk to me about surface-level things. It's kind of nice to talk about deep stuff like this."

His admission caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for his openness. "Yeah, I agree," you replied softly, a sense of warmth spreading through you. "I guess I'm kind of an open book about these things."

"That's not a bad thing," Rafe remarked, his tone gentle as he looked down at you with a small smile. "Just means you haven't let the world close you off."

You looked up at Rafe with a smile on your face, your eyes lighting up at his words as they touched you deeply. "Yeah, I guess you're right," you replied, your voice filled with warmth and appreciation.

The room seemed to hold its breath as you and Rafe locked gazes, a tranquil pause settling between you like a soft, comforting blanket. In the gentle hush, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you suspended in time.

As your eyes met, you found yourself drawn into the depths of Rafe's gaze, each flicker of emotion reflected in the pools of his eyes captivating you. His features, illuminated by the soft glow of the room, seemed to hold a timeless beauty that begged to be memorized, every curve and line etched into your mind's eye with tender care.

In that suspended moment, it felt as though the universe had conspired to bring you together, allowing you to bask in the quiet intimacy of shared understanding. There was a sense of serenity in the air, a silent exchange of unspoken truths that bound you together in an invisible thread of connection.

As you drank in the sight of each other, you couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the sheer magnitude of the moment. It was as if the universe had granted you a fleeting glimpse into the depths of each other's souls, allowing you to see beyond the surface and into the heart of who you truly were.

With a shared smile, you and Rafe lingered in the silence, savoring the beauty of the moment as if trying to capture it in your hearts forever. In that sacred space between you, time seemed to stand still, allowing you to exist wholly in the presence of each other, lost in the mesmerizing dance of two souls.

The sudden interruption shattered the tranquility of the moment as your phone buzzed insistently in your pocket, demanding attention. With a reluctant sigh, you retrieved it, noting a message from one of your friends, signaling their readiness to leave.

"Be there in a sec," you quickly typed in response, fingers moving deftly over the screen before tucking the device back into the pocket of your skirt.

As you looked back up at Rafe, you couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment at the interruption. The spell of the moment had been broken, replaced by the looming reality of departure.

"Looks like I've got to head out," you explained apologetically, a hint of regret coloring your voice as you prepared to leave the warmth of the library room behind.

"It was nice meeting you, Y/N," Rafe said, his voice soft with genuine warmth. "I hope to see you around sometime again."

You smiled at his words, feeling a flutter of appreciation at the sincerity in his tone. "Likewise, Rafe," you replied, returning his sentiment with equal sincerity. "I'll definitely keep an eye out for you."

There was a shared understanding in that moment, a silent acknowledgment of the possibility of future encounters. As you bid each other farewell, you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation, wondering what the future might hold and if fate would indeed bring you together once more. With a final nod, you turned to leave, the memory of your brief but meaningful encounter with Rafe leaving a lingering warmth in your heart.

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Gavi one where she’s feeling really insecure and comparing herself to others because she’s not the tiniest girl and he just showers her with love

Insecure~Pablo Gavi

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y/n wasn't the tiniest girl ever. She had some fats in her belly, and for her, her thighs where way too big. For her, her face was too round and her cheeks were too chubby. For her she was too much.

Feeling insecure since you were a child only makes it more traumatic when you grow up. You carry that guilt with you until it becomes unbearable. And when you finally start feeling good about yourself, or when you finally accept yourself as you are, something ruins it and takes you back to zero, where you're standing in front of the mirror, and pointing out every imperfection you can see in your appearance, and body.

That was the case with y/n. Growing up as a child she was always bullied for her body. She never felt good about herself. Reaching high school you would say the bullying stopped, but it didn't. It only became worse. That's why when she met Gavi after her graduation, she thought he was just there to make fun of her or something.

She pushed him away thinking that its better than getting attached. But his desire to make this broken girl his won, and there they are happiest as ever.

Well that was until Pablo decided go post a picture of them. They had always been the pribate couple. They only posted pictures where their faces don't appear, just pictures of their hands interwined, or one where their backs are to the camera with his arms around her.

But this picture was on another level. It was a picture of them at one of their friend's wedding. She had a slightly tight dress on, and her stomach was bloated and on display, her hair was out of place and her lipstick was ruined. Her shoulders looked too broad and her smile was awkward. Everything seemed wrong.

Although she knew it was a bad thing to do, she opened the comment to see what people thought about it, and it seemed like everyone had the same opinion as her.

nah look at that double chin 💀🤣

gurl should've gotten a bigger size 😬

is gavi actually dating her-

ain't no way literal models exist and he's with her 💀

i wonder if he's forced to date her or smth

Tear streamed down her face like a river. She didn't think these comments would affect her that much...but they did. She knew people will not like her, but she didn't think she would get more criticism than she did back in high school.

She locked her phone and covered her face with her hands, trying to calm herself down by taking a few breathes.

Maybe if i had blonde hair Pablo would like me more? or colored eyes? he probably thinks I'm too basic for him. or too fat. why is he even still with me? so he can leave me when he's bored? or when he finds a model that's suitable for him?

These thoughts ran through her head, only drowning her even more. She thought that maybe scrolling through tiktok would keep her mind off what she just saw.

Oh how wrong she was. The only videos she saw showed pictures of Pablo with pretty girls, or from his last meet and greet, girls all over him, some giving him their instagram and others their number.

What made it worse was seeing Pablo keep the papers with him. And the caption are all the same thing about Pablo deserving a prettier girl.

She threw her phone across the room and burst into tears. She didn't think it would hurt this much, but it did.

"you scared the hell out of me! why didn't you open the door when i knocked?!" Pablo barged in the room, making her flinch and the sound of the door

Only when he saw her puffy eyes and wet cheeks, his face softened but showed worry instead

"are you okay mi amor? why are you crying what happened?" he asked in a soft voice

He tried wrapping his arms around her but she only pushed him away and tried to stop her sobbing

"y/n.. what's wrong?" he asked, hurt evident in his voice and his eyes

"why are you with me Pablo? are you still here to make fun of me? why are you not with a model or something like literally every other football player? why are here with me? a normal basic fat girl with chubby cheeks and huge thighs and an ugly smile and a-" her sentence was interrupted by Pablo pressing his lips on hers

"y/n baby why are you saying that? you know i adore you. I'm literally so in love you that I can't even look at any other girl. I would die for you my love. Why would i want a model when i have you? a pretty, smart, super adorable, and an amazing chef as my girl. why would i want a girl who only cares about what she wears or how she looks or what she owns. I only want you sweetheart. I only love you and only what to have you in my arms every night. I don't know why you think i would leave you. you're the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I don't know what made you feel this way, but please don't ever think that low of yourself. I'm so proud of you and i love you so so much" he said in a soft tone, his hands holding her face and wiping her tears with his thumbs. He kissed her tears away and brushed her hair away from her eyes.

She managed to give a small smile. Her stomach erupting with butterflies at the sweet words said by her boyfriend. She felt the genuine love they shared and the sincerity in his voice.

"I don't deserve you. you're amazing. i love you so much" she whispered, wrapping her arms round his torso and laying her head on his chest

"please don't say that. I'm the one who's lucky to have you in my life"

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