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purple-babygirl · 29 days

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welcome baaaack! i missed you so much

i've been here since forever and i remember a very long time ago that you promised us insecure chubby bucky. i never forget and i'm still waiting for him (when you get time for sure). i would love to read that whenever you right it! otherwise i'm really happy you're back again.

much love purple<3

Pairing: Insecure!Chubby!Chef!Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Word Count: 4,180

Summary: Bucky runs into his ex, who manages to mess with his head, bringing his insecurities to the surface again. His girl takes it upon herself to show him how perfect he is.

Warnings: 18+ content, bullying (sort of), fat shaming, negative self body image, insecurities, intrusive thoughts, mentions of cheating, a little crying, a little angst, smut, unprotected vaginal sex, cum, multiple orgasms

A/N: Nonnie, omg, you have been here a long time! I love and appreciate you so so much and I can't believe you stuck around for so long wow:"💜💜 Thank you so much for existing and for being here you're the reason I don't wanna leave again💜💜💜 Here's one insecure chubby bucky for you, I hope you like this one and that I did a good job💜 Thank you again ilyyy, please enjoyxx💜💜(y'all i think i forgot how to write smut what is wrong with me)

perfect to me

“I’m so sorry, baby, I have to run,” she told him after checking her phone, pecking his lips and taking quick steps down the aisle of the large store.

Bucky smiled, taking another fruit plate and placing it in their cart. His girl was such a hard worker and he couldn’t be prouder.

It was going to be Christmas soon and his girl was still working hard so Bucky was going to make her the best holiday food she’s ever tasted.

He was focused on picking the freshest cranberries when he heard a scoff, a very familiar one.

“Hey, Ryan,” Bucky sighed, not really wanting to ruin his good mood, as he turned around to meet a face he knew too well.

“What does she owe you?” said Ryan, tilting his head with a smirk.

“What?!”

“There’s no way this chick is seeing you. I figured she must owe you and is just paying her debt!” He smirked further, not even trying to hide his gloating when he saw that his words still had an effect on Bucky.

“My relationship with her is none of your business.” Bucky’s voice was suddenly low as his eyes stared down at the contents of the cart.

“But my relationship with you is.” Ryan put a finger under Bucky’s chin but the latter took a step away.

“We don’t have a relationship. You cheated on me, remember? I was too fat for you.” Bucky’s shaky voice moved nothing inside Ryan. If anything Ryan wanted more.

“And now you’re too fat for her.”

“Shut up. She is nothing like you.”

“Really? Do you even know where she goes when she leaves you? Where she is right now, for example?” Ryan smirked.

“She got called into work and had to run to the office.” Bucky knew he owed him nothing and if he was in his right mind he wouldn’t have went through a conversation with Ryan at all, but he wasn’t.

“How are you still so naïve?” He laughed heartily as if Bucky’s misery was actually amusing to him.

“Leave me alone.” Bucky tried to push the shopping cart and walk away, but Ryan stepped before him.

“I didn’t know your publisher lived in an office.”

“What are you talking about?”

“She leaves you to go fuck your publisher. You know him, black guy, sexily built, very handsome.”

The words left Bucky feeling lightheaded as the world seemed to twirl around him. Could history be repeating itself? No, not this time. His girl was not like that.

“I saw her coming to his building with him.”

“How’d you even-”

“I wait tables in the restaurant across the street from his apartment. I didn’t know she was with you but damn are you lucky you met me today!” Ryan laughed insensitively.

“It’s probably someone else.”

“I think I know what your publisher looks like.”

“You’re lying,” Bucky chocked out, trying to get out of Ryan’s way.

“You don’t sound so sure about that.” Ryan tilted his head again with a smug smirk, poking Bucky’s tummy, “you know why? Because deep down you know she’s too sexy for you. Because you look at her and then at yourself and you can’t figure out why she’d want you. Because you know that sooner or later she’s gonna get tired of your fat ass and—”

“My life now is none of your business, Ryan. You left. You chose to go, so stay gone.” Bucky’s weak voice interrupted, shutting Ryan right up before he sped out of the store, leaving the groceries behind.

“You’ll come back to me when you see for yourself!” He shouted after Bucky, but he didn’t stop nor turn back.

The questions he had raised in Bucky’s head, Bucky had no answers for them himself. Why was this sweet girl with him? What did she see in him? Anyone who met them thought the same thing: they didn’t belong together. So what did she see differently? What was Bucky bringing to their relationship? Could he even satisfy her? Could he keep her fulfilled?

He thought the days where Ryan messed with his head were long gone but he was obviously mistaken. Ryan could still easily hurt him. He could still make him feel as large as an elephant yet smaller than an insect. The dagger he’d planted was in so deep that Bucky couldn’t feel anything but the pain the stab brought.

His ex’s words plagued his mind. They took over and drowned out his girl’s voice, pushing it to the background.

All of a sudden, Bucky was very aware of his size, of the way the couch made the slightest sounds under his weight, and the way his girl could fit her whole self on one of his thighs if she wanted to.

“Bucky bear?” A hand on his cheek pulled him out of his thoughts.

Suddenly, he hated the words she nicknamed him with. Bear? Is that how big she thought he was?

“Hmm?”

“I was asking if you wanna go shopping for last minute gifts with me tomorrow,” she repeated, smiling sweetly, her fingers brushing a few hairs back and behind Bucky’s ear as she yawned.

Bucky’s new cookbook became a best seller after one week of release and the publication house was throwing the amazing chef a party.

She couldn’t be prouder and she wanted to support Bucky all the way. She loved Christmas and now it was going to be even better with this event added to their memories.

She was going to go all out for her man and he didn’t even know it. It was going to be a huge surprise and she couldn’t wait to make it happen.

“Yeah, why not,” Bucky replied, faking a smile back.

“What were you busy thinking about?” Her thumb traced his stubbly cheek as she frowned worriedly.

For a wonderfully successful cook, Bucky didn’t look so happy.

“You,” he answered with the truth though his eyes didn’t sparkle like they usually would at the thought of her.

“What about me?” Her smile returned as she stared lovingly at Bucky’s face.

“Why are you with me?” Bucky couldn’t hide the sorrow in his voice if he tried.

“What?” She sat up straight in his lap as her face fell.

“Please don’t make me repeat the question.”

“Buck, where’s this coming from?” Her hands cupped both his cheeks.

“I just don’t get it.” He shook his head, swallowing as his hands removed hers from his face.

“Don’t get what?!” She placed her hands on Bucky’s chest instead, refusing to let him push her away.

“Why you’re here!”

“I’m here because I love you, what’s hard to get, baby?”

“Do you really love me?”

This was serious. She’s never seen her boyfriend look so broken.

“James, what’s going on?”

“Answer the question, plum,” Bucky requested, the back of his fingers stroking over her cheek, knowing this was probably the last time he would get to touch her soft skin.

“Of course I love you!”

“Then why do you leave me to go meet Sam and then lie to me about it?!” Bucky unintentionally raised his voice.

“W—what?”

There were so many emotions overwhelming her and none of them was pleasant.

She was shocked, hurt and dejected. Bucky has never raised his voice at her before.

“What were you doing together last night? And the night before and the night before that?!”

“Bucky, you’ve got it all wrong.” She shook her head, heartbroken that Bucky would think of her like that.

“Please leave.” He slid her off his lap and stood up, turning his back to her.

“Bucky.” Tears pricked her eyes.

“Leave, plum.”

“Bucky, me and Sam were—”

“If you won’t leave then I will.” Bucky sped to the door, grabbing his jacket from where it was hanged.

The last thing he wanted was to cry in front of her too. He’s already shown his weakness once; never again.

“Bucky!”

He ignored her calls, ready to run out of the door and let his legs take him far away where he’d have to hear no lies and could no longer get hurt.

“James Bucky Barnes, don’t you dare walk out on me!” She blocked the door, preventing Bucky from exiting the apartment.

Her eyes glistened with yet to be shed tears as her heart pounded in her chest. The mere idea of losing Bucky for any reason terrified her more than anything else.

She loved the man with her heart and soul and would go to the ends of the Earth for his sake. Why couldn’t he see that?

“I didn’t wanna ruin the surprise but… your book is a best seller. Me and Sam were planning you a party to celebrate. We figured if we met at the restaurant it’d ruin the surprise so I saw him at his place after work.”

Bucky stared at her dumbly.

“You can call Sam if you don’t believe me.”

“Oh.” Bucky felt like someone’s just dumped a bucket of cold water over his head; felt like an absolute idiot, “oh, plum.”

“I’m sorry I kept it a secret, but I’m not sorry I wanted to do something nice for the man I love.” A tear rolled down her cheek and her lower lip trembled, “and I’m really sad with you for stalking me and doubting me like that. I didn’t expect that from you, Bucky… and I’m hurt.”

“Sweet plum-”

“You can leave now if you still want to.” She took quick steps to the bedroom, leaving Bucky at the door.

It wasn’t often that she and Bucky fought and it was never something that couldn’t be solved within an hour. He could never bear to see her upset, let alone let her go to bed mad at him.

“Plum,” Bucky softly knocked on her door, swallowing the lump stuck in his throat, “can I please come in?”

But this was big.

Bucky has doubted her love for him. He has insulted her loyalty and ruined everything because of his insecurities and the poisonous words of a man who never cared for him.

She opened the door for him in a heartbeat, her face soaked in tears.

“No, no, sweet plum.” Bucky took her in his arms, praying to the deities she wouldn’t repel from his touch.

“You pushed me out of your lap.” She sobbed, her chest heaving and her forehead pressed to his shoulder.

His accusations hurt but the fact that he pushed her away somehow hurt her more.

Bucky couldn’t help but let his tears fall as well.

How could he be so thoughtless? She was the one good thing in his life and he almost let her go. No amount of restaurants he could open could make him feel as happy as a smile from her would.

He could write a library and collect every prize ever known to humankind, and she would still be the best thing Bucky has ever won over.

“I’m stupid, baby. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” His hold tightened, engulfing her smaller frame in a desperate hug, “please don’t cry because of an idiot like me. I’m sorry, sweet plum. Forgive me, baby.”

“Why’d you do it?” Her sad eyes looked at him in question, full of confusion yet void of bitterness.

“I- sweet plum-” Bucky didn’t know how to answer her question because now that he looked back, he could see how stupid it all was.

Why did he follow her for 3 consecutive nights while she went to meet Sam instead of just trusting her? Why did he choose to believe and trust in Ryan’s words and not her love for him? Why was it easier for him to imagine her with someone like Sam but impossible to think of her with someone like himself?

“It’s because I’m a big idiot,” Bucky replied.

“Bucky.”

“Please forgive me, plum.” Bucky pecked her temple.

“Tell me what happened.” She demanded softly, wiping Bucky’s own tears away and kissing his chin.

“Nothing happened, sweet plum. I got inside my own head again. I’m sorry, baby.” Bucky lied with a sad smile, too ashamed to admit Ryan’s words almost had him ruining the best relationship he’s ever been in.

She nodded understandingly, her hand cupping Bucky’s face as she rested his forehead on hers.

Bucky would tell her when he was ready. She didn’t want to stay mad at him. She knew he had issues with self confidence and she wasn’t about to make him feel even worse. He would come to her when he was comfortable. Bucky would tell her on his own.

“Please stay.” She whispered, her teary eyes heavy with sleep, yet afraid to go to bed and have Bucky leave after.

“I’m not going anywhere, sweet plum.” Bucky kissed her forehead, taking her by the hand to their bed.

“You know you can talk to me, right?” Her soothing voice whispered, filling the dark room.

Bucky was laying wide awake, Ryan’s words playing in his ears over and over again. What he did to his girl and how he made her cry. All the messed up shit he did just hours ago gnawed at him and took the sleep away from his eyes.

“I ran into Ryan,” Bucky finally replied, unable to sleep while he’s hiding something from her, “he filled my head with thoughts about you leaving me for Sam, and I let him.” He admitted to the ceiling, hesitant to meet her eyes.

“I would never leave you,” she promised him without reluctance, cupping his face and making him look at her.

She wanted him to see all the love her eyes held for him with no shame.

“Please don’t. I will lose the weight, I will—”

“Wait, what? He told you I’d leave you because of your weight?” Both hands were back on Bucky’s cheeks, thumbs wiping under his eyes.

Bucky nodded.

“And you believed him?”

“It’s why he left me.” He shrugged.

“Bucky,” she sighed.

“I know I know. It’s what’s on the inside that counts—”

“Don’t talk as if you’re not physically breathtaking!”

“Baby—”

“No! You have no idea how handsome you are, do you?!”

“Plum, you don’t have to say such stuff.” Bucky shook his head sheepishly and regretted it when he saw sadness cover her delicate features.

She quickly shook it off, scratching her forehead before taking Bucky’s hand, helping him sit up in their bed.

“Sweet plum, what are you doing?” Bucky asked when she started moving the covers down his torso.

“Gonna love on my man. Would you let me, Bucky? Can I love on you?” she asked, her voice soft and sweet.

Bucky nodded, hypnotized by the adoration shining in her eyes and she started to undress him.

Her eyes never left his as she took piece by piece of clothing off, revealing his beautiful figure to her, her smile only faltering when she bit down at the sight of her man in all his naked glory.

Bucky’s body was lit up under the soft moonlight coming from the window, helping her appreciate every curve and inch.

This gorgeous human being was his and he was hers.

“You’re so fucking sexy you take my breath away,” she moaned, slipping out of her own sweater, “and I don’t just mean the way you make me cum so many times until I have to fight for oxygen.” She brushed her lips on his.

Bucky was speechless. He could only stare and try not to lose his own oxygen.

“Keep your eyes open for me, Buck.” She pecked his lips once and he opened his eyes at once, not even realizing he’d closed them in the first place.

She smiled at how fast he followed the instruction, leaning back on the headboard and licking his lips.

Bucky’s groan when her bra hit the ground made her giggle. She slipped out of her panties, leaving herself bare before Bucky’s eyes.

“Come here, plum,” Bucky’s arms reached for her but she shook her head.

“This is about you, Bucky Bear.”

She climbed on the bed between Bucky’s legs, her hands wandering along his shins, thumbs caressing up his inner thighs. She bowed forward, peppering kisses on Bucky’s soft flesh.

“I love your thighs,” her lips moved higher and higher, the tiny kisses and nibbles driving Bucky crazy as he tried not to touch himself, “love how thick they are. So strong. So perfect. I would ride them all day if you’d let me.”

Bucky whimpered when she accompanied the honest words with a bite, leaving her mark on his pale flesh.

“And that ass,” she moaned, her hands sliding underneath Bucky, pulling his legs up and cupping his ass cheeks.

Bucky’s shy gasp made her smirk. He was so precious she could eat him. Maybe she should some day…

She let Bucky’s legs settle back on the bed and kept kissing up and up, skipping his twitching cock on purpose and placing wet kisses on his tummy instead. Her eyes locked with his and Bucky bit his pink lip.

He looked so beautiful, blushing, disheveled and turned on like that. His pupils were dilated, his cheeks rosy and his breath uneven; she was falling in love with this chef all over again.

“I love your tummy so so much,” her tongue dipped in Bucky’s bellybutton and the flush spread from his cheeks and on to his neck and chest.

Another moan slipped from his lips as her warm tongue lapped at his skin. She was full on licking him now.

Her words were romantic but the way she was loving him was driving him insane.

“I love to feel it against me when we hug,” she kissed his right side, “I love when you let me rest my head on it and I get to hear you breathe and feel your heartbeat,” she kissed his belly, “I love how it warms my back when you spoon me. And I love feeling it pushing against my ass when you take me from behind.” She pressed a final kiss to his left side.

“My favourite has got to be your cock though.” She gave his leaking dick a single pump and his hips were already bucking off the bed, “I’m a sucker for this cock, baby. Literally.”

Bucky was too busy whining when her mouth wrapped around the crown of his cock to call her out on her bad joke.

His whole body was on fire with need for her. He needed her to do something, anything.

“Plum, please. Let me get you ready. I need you. I need to be inside you.”

Bucky didn’t want to cum in her mouth, not this time. He needed to be buried deep inside her and he wasn’t sure how long he would be able to last.

“I’m ready,” she said, situating herself on top of his cock, rubbing the tip on her wet folds, letting out filthy mewls at the feel of him against the lips of her pussy, “always ready for you, baby.”

Before Bucky could argue that he should at least make sure she was prepared to take him just in case, she was pushing the tip of him in, stretching herself out on his cock with her head thrown back and her mouth open in a silent scream.

“Fuck, plum, so tight,” Bucky groaned, feeling her pussy grip every inch as soon as it disappeared inside her.

When she has completely impaled herself on Bucky’s cock, she stilled, taking a minute to get used to the stretch.

No burn has ever felt as good as the burn she got when Bucky’s dick split her in half. Getting opened on this cock was her favorite thing in the world.

She dragged her lips along his stubbly jaw as she waited, kissing all over his face, savoring the moment as sweetly as possible as if the head of Bucky’s cock wasn’t almost touching up her cervix.

Her open palms glided from around Bucky’s neck to his shoulders and down his arms until she reached his palms.

“and those hands, I think you already know how much I love your hands.” She chuckled as she continued and Bucky nodded, squirming below her.

“I love when you hold my hand; makes me feel safe; chosen,” she rolled her hips, making Bucky groan wantonly.

“I love how fast you can make me cum on the fingers of your left hand.” She whined when Bucky’s hands dug in her sides as she moved on him, surely leaving bruises behind.

“Fuck, plum-” Bucky was so close so fast and he wished he could last longer but the movement of her body on top of his, the words leaving her mouth and her walls snug around his cock were too much.

“I love you. Every inch, every part. I love all of you, Bucky.”

Bucky groaned in reply, chest heaving as he watched her take him.

“I love every part of you. I crave your touch like my lungs crave air.”

Bucky involuntarily thrust up, making her eyes roll.

“Oh Buck!” she wailed, Bucky hitting her favorite spots so good.

He couldn’t stop his hips from meeting hers every time she came down to take his cock over and over again, eyes glued to where he was disappearing inside of her.

“Nothing could ever match the feeling of being filled up of you, Bucky.”

“I love you, plum ahhh fuck,” Bucky moaned, overwhelmed by emotions and ready to burst any second.

“I love you too, Bucky bear. You’re my everything; my one and only.” She kissed him hard, thighs shaking around his body as she came on his cock.

Bucky couldn’t help but let go himself, cumming harder than he has ever before, filling her up with so much cum until he felt it leak out of her despite having her plugged on his softening cock.

She moaned at the warmth of his cum, shuddering when it seeped out of her.

“Fuck, plum,” Bucky sighed on her shoulder, breath still shaky.

She giggled shyly, burying her face in Bucky’s neck.

“Where did that come from?” Bucky asked, cupping her cheek so he could look at her.

She was glowing, smiling at him so innocently as if his cock wasn’t still buried deep up her leaking, pulsing pussy.

“From here.” She pointed to the spot between her breasts.

“Right here?” Bucky leaned forward to press a kiss on her hot skin, making her laugh as she nodded.

“I love you,” he whispered on her lips.

“I love you, Bucky. I love every tiny detail about you inside out. Nothing will ever change that.” She promised, seeing his eyes soften once again, insecurity dissipating.

“Thank you, plum.” Bucky hugged her close, kissing her shoulder and the back of her neck.

“Thank you for letting me show you how much I love you.”

“So you love my cock huh?” Bucky teased.

“Buckyyyy,” she whined, trying to get away as her face heated up.

“No, say it.” Bucky bit his lip, looking at her with a smirk.

“You know I do. Stop.”

“No, plum. I don’t know anything.” Bucky shook his head trying to act serious, “say it again.”

“Iloveyourcock,” she mumbled, trying to take herself off his cock.

“What was that, plum?” Bucky thrust upward into her and even with a soft cock he could make her make the sweetest sound.

“Hngh, I love your cock, Bucky,” she moaned, throwing her head back.

“Hmm, how much?” Bucky swirled his hips, feeling himself get hard again.

“S-so much,” she admitted as his cock stretched her sensitive pussy.

Bucky held her close, turning them the other way around and gave a deep push when he was on top, his cum making the filthiest squelching sounds as she screamed an “oh god”.

“So much you’d let me take you again?”

“Yes, yes,” she nodded frantically, not wanting the man to stop his thrusts.

And he wasn’t going to.

Bucky’s tummy pinned her down as he pressed his lips to hers, eating up her squeals as he pounded her into the bed, showing her how much he loved her.

“So you really don’t care about my weight?” Bucky asked, supporting his body up on his elbows as he stared at her glossy eyes.

She could barely remember her name as she tried to come down from the other two orgasms Bucky has just given her, his body still on top of hers, but that wasn’t a question she needed to think about the answer to.

“I only want you okay and healthy, Bucky. If you’re comfortable, I’m comfortable. If you’re happy, I’m happy. Otherwise, you’re perfect to me,” she told him with a shrug, pushing his wet hair behind his ears, “every little thing about you is perfect.”

“I love you so much, plum.”

“I love you more.” She smiled, heart fluttering at the look he was giving her.

“Not possible.” Bucky kissed her lips, “not possible, plum.”

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zyettemoon1800 · 7 months

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Hi! Can you possibly write a NSFW alphabet fir hobie brown?

Aftercare

He is so loving after y'all are done. He will go run you both a bath while he gets you both something to eat. However, if you don't want to move or eat anything, then he will just get a towel and clean you off, and make you drink a cup of water before going to bed. If you are also a Spiderman/ spider woman he will make some lame excuse to Miguel as to why yall you can't leave the bed.

Body part

On him, he loves his hands and how they grip your plush stomach or thighs or how he can make you messy in under ten minutes.

Cum

Though he loves you and wants to spend the rest of his life with you, he does not want any kids as of right now and he is not a fan of wrapping it up so he will most likely just pull out and cum on your stomach, face, ass, or back. However, if you are on the pill and you don't mind, he will happily cum in you.

Dirty Secret

I can see Hobie as an exhibitionist. He wouldn't mind taking you underneath a table, on top of a skyscraper, or in an alleyway. However, the one place that he wants to do it more than ever is in Miguel's office. Just the thought of Miguel catching yall makes him ready to explode.

Experience

He is not a man-whore however he has had his fair share of bedroom guests.

Favourite Position

Any position that has you on top of him. He hates the idea that women should only be a bottom and will fight anyone when he says that having women on top is even better. He also likes it when you sit on his face. Weight is not a thing he cares about and he wouldn't mind suffocating beneath a fat pussy and some thick thighs.

Goofy

He is not an overly goofy person when you two are having sex. He might crack a few especially if it's your first time and he is just trying to lighten the mood and get you to relax.

Hair

He does not shave and is a firm believer that you should not do it either. The hair is there for a reason so let it be. Now if you wanna trim it or make your bush into some cool shapes, he is all on board. Depending on what shape you are trying to do, he might just do it with you so yall can match.

Intimacy

It is not rare for him to be seen hanging off of you in some way or another. It's not that is jealous or anything, he just loves being by you.

Jack off

If you are not around and he really needs to rub one off then he will jack off. Always if you are not in the mood, then he will take care of himself

Kinks

Slight Daddy Dom kink

Slight Breeding kink

BDSM ( can go both ways)

Cum Play

Pet Play ( on your part)

Food Kink

Location

He usually will just go into your or his room because he knows that it is the safest option. However, he will also do it on top of a random skyscraper or somewhere in the Spider HQ.

Motivation

Just sit on his lap or bend down to pick up something and he is already to through you on the nearest surface.

He is not sharing you with anyone and he will not do anything that you are uncomfortable with or anything too risky

Oral

He is much more into giving than receiving when it comes to orals. He prefers to be buried in you more than anything. However, he wouldn't mind if you gave him a blowjob as a way to get him up in the morning.

Pace

His pace can change from a flip of a coin. Somedays wants to go hard and fast to get rid of any stress that he has, while other times he is soft and sensual.

Quickies

Yes, especially when he should be out on a mission or on patrol

Risk

This man will fuck you in an alleyway by a very busy street and won't stop even if he hears people getting close to yall

Stamina

On a good day he could go maybe three times with ten-minute breaks in between and a round could last for about 20-30 minutes.

Toys

He doesn't mind you using toys on him or on yourself. He is a fan of vibrators and handcuffs.

Unfair

If you are being a brat and just giving him a hard time for no reason then he will edge you for an hour or two and no amount of crying or pleading will make him stop.

Volume

He has always been a vocal person so of course that would extend to the bedroom. He will be in your ear moaning and groaning while calling you a good girl or a slut all depends on what you fancy.

Wildcard

He is known for just throwing you over his shoulder he wants your attention. It doesn't matter who you are talking to.

X-ray

He is about 7 inches soft and 8.5 inches hard. He also has the Jacob's ladder piercing.

Yearning

You really don't have to do much to get him excited, however, he is a sucker for some short shorts or a body con dress. Seeing your curves and rolls just spill over just does something to him.

Zzz…

He doesn't go to sleep directly. He will make sure you are all good and he may play with his guitar for an hour before cuddling up with you.

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teamatsumu · 9 months

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haikyuu boys as types of boyfriends.

sfw and nsfw headcanons

warnings: smut, explicit content

part 1

KOZUME KENMA - Gamer bf

This one is pretty obvious, I think.

Kenma stays awake most nights so he's super cranky in the early morning.

He's blunt and straightforward with his words. He doesn't like sugar coating anything. As your relationship progresses though, he does realize that sometimes a little white lie is probably the best option (he would rather shoot himself than ever again say that a dress makes you look fat)

When Kenma gets tired, he gets very candid.

I'm talking love declarations.

"Have I ever told you how pretty you are?"

He mumbles a whole lot of nonsense in between such sweet sentiments though.

He is a very attentive bf. He picks up on little details very easily. And as laid back as he is, he has a special soft spot just for you.

This particular quality makes him great in bed.

Because Kenma is so good at reading cues, he knows exactly what buttons to push to bring you to the edge. And he makes it look effortless.

One major kink he has is having you blow him during a stream.

You will settle down under his desk between his legs before he starts, and he will have you down there for hours, licking and sucking until you've gone drowsy.

And when stream is over, he will finally pull you off, watching you breath deep, covered in sweat and cheeks flushed, precum and saliva dripping off your chin and down your neck.

You're a mess, and he loves it.

Best believe your reward will be mind blowing afterwards.

SAWAMURA DAICHI - Sweet Daddy Bf

"How was your day sweetheart?"

He's very gentle with you.

Has a killer smile.

He cooks for you when he can. He stops what he's doing if you want to talk to him about something.

Just being a perfect gentleman.

He is great at pushing you and encouraging you. He always wants you to try new things and make new experiences. He always has your best interests at heart.

He's very protective. And he does have a jealous streak.

He can tell when a guy is talking to you what his intentions are, and he doesn't like it when the guy's stare lingers too long. He knows how desirable you are, and he wants to keep that to himself.

And when it comes to the bedroom, hoo boy.

Massive, massive control kink. He's extremely dominant. He wants you to submit and he sure as hell will get it.

He loves titles. Sir, Daddy, whatever. He loves pushing you to the limit, encouraging you the whole way there.

"You can do it baby girl, I know you can give me one more."

Manhandles you like crazy. Definitely wants to leave marks.

The morning after? He is the sweetest, most attentive and gentle boyfriend again, as if he didn't wreck your shit the night before.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI - Tsundere bf

One thing we all know about Kiyoomi, he can get really mean.

And that doesn't exclude you.

As his gf though, you've gotten used to his jabs and know he doesn't really mean them. And if he does, he doesn't intend to hurt you with them.

And one thing is for certain, these little jabs are reserved for him only.

Because the second someone else teases you, he is not having it.

He knows he is intimidating, and he will use that to make anyone shut up.

He hates PDA. He doesn't want to do it and he doesn't like anyone else doing it.

Ask him to say 'I love you' and he will make the most constipated face known to mankind.

His love language is definitely acts of service. He will go above and beyond if it means it might make your day even slightly easier. Even if he will tell you how incompetent you are while he does it for you.

You think it's pretty cute actually.

In the bedroom though, all bets are off.

He loves degrading you, loves telling you how pathetic you look when you beg for his cock.

"You want it so bad, don't you? You little slut. You can't get enough."

He doesn't let up for one second. Sex with Sakusa is very intense.

The one time he doesn't hold back on the affection is during aftercare. He becomes gentle and giving, and will make sure that by the end you are so comfortable, that sleep comes natural.

SUGAWARA KOUSHI - Soft Dom bf

He's the perfect gentleman.

Always dressed immaculately, nicely done short fluffy hair, million dollar smile.

He plans great dates. He loves spoiling you every single time no matter how much you protest.

He loves music and making you cute playlists.

He gives great advice when you need it. He is more of a 'do it yourself' person, because he thinks it will help you grow. But he is there to encourage you every step of the way.

It's absolutely no surprise that he's a soft dom in bed.

He loves praising you. Loves telling you what a good job you're doing when you go down on him. Runs his hand through your hair and coos at you when you look up at him with teary eyes and his cock stuffed in your mouth.

He wants you to be good and listen to him, but secretly loves it when you're being a brat, because then he can put you in your place.

"Say please"

He's bigger on reward than the actual punishment, which includes so many orgasms and so much overstimulation that the reward starts to feel like the actual punishment.

(That's the whole point though, in his eyes)

SUNA RINTAROU - Skater Boy bf

I didn't know what else to name this lol

Very laid back. Looks like he doesn't give a shit.

He definitely gives a shit though.

He's very sarcastic and very witty. He will send you the most random, out of pocket text at 2 in the morning as if it's completely normal.

"Okay I'm going to sleep. Goodnight." Proceeds to send twenty Instagram reels bec he can't go to sleep without scrolling through his phone.

He def smokes weed.

He wants a lazy makeout session all the time. He loves making you sit on his lap, slowly going through every crevice of your mouth with his tongue while he gropes at your body.

Two things he loves in bed: eating you out and having you ride him.

He could stay between your legs for hours, just licking and sucking until your pussy is swollen and red, until you're shaking and crying and begging to cum.

This little shit loves edging. Loves to hear you begging. Loves it when you cry.

"Look at you. Big fat tears coming out your eyes. Oh you want this so bad, don't you?"

Loves the view when you ride him. Crosses his arms behind his head and watches with that steely narrow gaze as you unravel on top of him and use his dick to make yourself cum.

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elliesmistress · 1 month

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Here are some loser!Ellie hc's, my imagination about how Ellie "coming out to Joel" and just her in general.

Warnings: swearing, drug usage (weed) Ellie is in high school (but in her final year so she's 18), no use of y/n, suggestive themes (kissing and cuddling AHHH 🤭🤭🤭), Ellie bottoms! 😨😨

♡ Loser!Ellie who met you during band practice at school, she was tuning her guitar and you came up to her and Dina .

"hey, is anyone using this drum kit?" Your tone was so sweet and my god did Ellie fold, she was just stuck, she couldn't say anything and Dina laughed at her. "No one's using it hon, you can use it" and when you played, my fucking god was Ellie shocked- she never thought someone so innocent looking would play so fucking good.

♡ Loser!Ellie who DEFINITELY offered to give you guitar lessons just so she could get closer to you and to give you lessons-

"hey, so I was just wondering if you wanted to come to mine sometime?" You ask Ellie and she freezes, she can't believe you've just asked her that and she agrees and that's how you guys started dating

♡ Loser!Ellie who definitely NEVER tells Joel about you two dating but he's not dumb

♡ Loser!Ellie who whenever she gets back from school and Joel would ask about her day, she would go ON AND ON about you, like will NOT shut up about you. "That's nice kiddo, do you maybe wanna tell me what you did today?"

♡ Loser!Ellie 100% denies being gay, it's so obvious tho, like. She's got her Calvin Klein boxers all over her room, the way she talks about you, the way she gets all nervous whenever you come over for a "sleepover" (it was really a sleepover date) she CANNOT stop blushing when you're around her-

♡ Loser!Ellie who taught you how to rip a fat cone from a bong . "Yeah so like you kinda just" she put the bong to her mouth, using the lighter she blows in and breathes in for a decent 20 seconds before blowing out, let's just say you both hot boxed the room. Thank fuck Joel wasn't home.

♡ Loser!Ellie who 100% got you stoned for the first time (at Joel's house) and you called her "Els" for the first time and got SUPER tense and nervous, blushing like a little tomato <33

♡ Loser!Ellie who definitely gets stoned with you and plays games like Minecraft, TWD (the game), horizon zero dawn.

♡ Loser!Ellie who refused to get up and pee when you were falling asleep on her shoulder, like this bitch was BUSTING but nope, can't move because you were falling asleep.

♡ Loser!Ellie who went downstairs shit faced stoned (eyes red, puffy eyes, very noticeable) because you were hungry and wanted a snack, who was "creeping" down the stairs and went to the pantry only for Joel to scare the shit out of her

"Ellie what are you doing?" She fucking screamed, dropping the chips "Joel?! What the fuck?"

"Go to bed kiddo it's late"

♡ Loser!Elliewho's a bottom, sorry I don't care about what y'all say, she's a bottom- your on her chest, she's hugging you closer to her and your planting little kisses on her collar bone. Once you both are asleep, Joel just knocks at the door and slightly opens it to make sure you guys are ok and he smiles when he sees you guys cuddling.

♡ Loser!Ellie who's 100% the little spoon, she wants to be all big and tough but as soon as you offer her "tough guy personality" immediately dies "do you want me to spoon you?" You offer and she frantically nods "yes, yes yes pleaseeeeeee"

♡ Loser!Ellie who falls asleep on your chest watching a super serious romance, comedy movie

♡ Loser!Ellie definitely listens to Rage against the machine, absolutely loves that fucking band, but she also likes chase Atlantic.

♡ Loser!Ellie who is at a party with you and decides she can handle 5 shots (she can barely handle 2) so you have to drag her into the house with Joel laughing his ass off and she's just drunk and mumbling stupid shit "No! I'm not wasted you are!" Pointing at you and giggling like a little kid.

♡ Loser!Ellie who definitely walks out of her room with the small hickey's you gave her (didn't want Joel to see) but he saw and brought it up making her blush because you were next to her-

♡ Loser!Ellie who's doing the dishes and you get home from work and run over to her and hug her from behind, kissing her gently on her shoulder and her giggling like a mad man- slightly pushing you off "babeeee, I'm doing the dishes!"

♡ Loser!Ellie who doesn't let you pay for food, ANY FOOD! If you guys are high and watching something and you do "babe? Can we get some uber eats?" She grabs her phone, you get what you want and go "here's my card" and she shushes you and pays with her card.

♡ Loser!Ellie definitely gets mad when you don't offer her to shower with you, you get home from work all sweaty and disgusting and she rushes over to you and hugs you-

"ewww, ellieeee!" You shriek "I'm all yucky get off" and she simply goes "missed you sm"

"okay well I gotta go shower so" and she lets go and gives you puppy dog eyes "without me?" Her voice is soft and sad, you giggle. Ofc not, go get the towels.

♡ Loser!Ellie who is at dinner with Joel and Joel doesn't know how to bring it up but he just goes for it.

"Soo... She's a good friend of yours?" He says, putting down his fork. She looks up at him and nods "yeah" he coughs, looking at her with a stronger gaze than before "is she uh- is she your girlfriend?" Ellie looks at him and says "no"

"I wasn't born last night kiddo" he chuckles at how defensive she's gotten and then she finally admits it-

PART 2??

A/n: HIYAAA POOKIES <33 I know I've done absolutely fuck all the past few months BUT HEREEEEE (please don't come after my soul) haven't been too motivated to write again but I got motivated to write this and YES I am still WORKING on I never existed but yet again, it's not the type of writing I do because Ellie is a little cutie patooti , so I might change it slightlyyyyy so it's not AS TOXIC) love you all x

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braxlrose · 11 months

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Hi! So idk if you’re taking requests, but could you write something for (2007) Bill with a gf who’s in the thicker side? Again, if you aren’t taking requests it’s no biggie, just a suggestion!

—anon☮️

Yes!! I love this sm, I'm definitely not super skinny so I love requests like these.

Ty ☮️ anon!!

2007 Bill w/ a thick gf

sfw

when you two first met, you really liked him

i mean really liked him

at first you were a bit scared he wasn't going to like you because it's the 2000s and most of the women he meets are practically sticks

but honestly

bill likes his women to be on the thicker side

this man loves flirting w/ you in front of other girls who try and flirt with him

he likes to let you know in a subtle way he doesn't want anybody but you

he loves holding hands w/ you because he thinks you hands are just so cute.

they're soft and squishy and so different from his long, slender hands

he loves it

he loves holding your face whenever you kiss because your cheeks are just so soft

he loves giving you kisses on your forehead or cheeks because it makes you flushed and he loves how your face gets are all red

if you have shoulder length hair, he loves to put them into little braids on the side of your head because he thinks they frame your face perfectly

if hes not hugging you from behind, he loves to grip the fat on your hips and place his head on top of yours

he absolutely HATES it whenever anybody says something to you

whether its straight up

or passive aggressive

he won't let anybody say something about your body if its rude

like this one time when you two were out at the store getting snacks and you heard some girls pointing and laughing at you

bill was furious

now its bill

so its not like he went all crazy

but he turned around and glared at them until they noticed.

"Do you need something?" He said in a condescending tone to them.

Bro would insult them in the most passive aggressive tone EVER

"Oh mein gott! You guys are soooo right? i can't believe everybody isn't a whiny, bratty, stuck up bitch like us and practically a stick like figure on the verge of dying because we like puking our food afterwards! Haha soooo funny!"

That shut them up QUICK

He's just sweet like that

He honestly just loves your curves so much because he loves giving you hugs

and your curves just make the hugs 10x better

there is so much more to hug and he just loves it

when you two are cuddling

omg

hes so happy

if you two are spooning, he's the big spoon and he loves to wrap his arms around your stomach

if that makes you uncomfortable, he'll tell you he doesn't care about your rolls, but if you don't want him too, he'll move his arms

he just wants you to be happy

he'd never want to change anything about you EVER

If you two are cuddling while facing each other

it can go two ways

you laying on top of him

or him laying on top of you

after you two have a shower this is his favorite way to cuddle

it makes him so happy because if you're laying on top, you have your face curled into his neck and he can listen to your soft breathing

if he's on top, he likes to have his face curled into your neck

or his head laying on your chest

he loves laying on your chest so much

its just so soft and he falls asleep every time

speaking of showers

the first time you two were gonna shower together you were a bit nervous of him seeing your body

but he assured you he loves you so so so much

and he loves your body and would never want anything else

once you two are in the shower he loves to wash your body

he gets out his soap and loofa and will lather your entire body until he's sure you're nice and clean

he also just loves looking at your body ;)

he'll wash your face for you

and scrub shampoo and conditioner in your hair

hes so in love w/ you omgggggg

he literally loves it when you sit on his lap, whether its sideways or your face laying in the crook of his neck, he doesn't care

he loves the weight and loves holding your thighs when you sit on him

speaking of thighs

he loves watching you walk around your guys' hotel room in just a thigh t shirt and underwear

you have thick thighs, and they just look so good

which brings us

nsfw

back to your thighs

he likes to lay between them when you two are watching tv

they're just so soft he can't help it

he can't help wanting to turn his head around and eat you out like hes on death row and you're his last meal

he will literally spend so much time just teasing you on the outside of your underwear just so you wrap your thighs around his head

hes got a thing for asphyxiation, so whenever he's going down on you and you have you hand in his hair pushing his face down on you and your thighs wrapped all the way around his head

he gets SO horny

he gets to the point where he ruts his dick into the mattress while eating you out

it just feels so fucking good

SIT ON HIS FACE

he doesn't care about air

"breathing is for pussies."

He said about a minute before he had your cunt on his face, with his nose brushing against you clit

you came so hard

his tongue game gets like 100x better when you're sitting on his face

again

i think its the asphyxiation thing

if you two 69

he will cum SO FAST

with your hand and mouth on his dick and your cunt on his face

he wouldn't be able to handle it all

as i said before

he loves showers

so shower fucking is a big yes

he holds your thighs and can go so deep in you, its crazy

ride him

he loves how you look on top of him

now bill is more of a top than a bottom

but you just look so hot above him

he likes to have his hands gripping your waist and they usually end up coming up to your boobs too

if he notices you're getting tired, he'll ask if you wanna switch positions

if yes, he'll go back on top and finish the job

if no, he'll steady you on top w/ his hands and make sure you don't fall over

now this man is a boobs and thighs kinda guy, so when he finishes he likes to cum either inside of you

on your cunt

on your thighs

or on your boobs

it doesn't really matter to him

he just loves how good you look w/ his cum dripping on you

#bill kaulitz smut #tokio hotel smut #smut #bill kaulitz x reader #fluff #bill kaulitz being sexy as hell #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel #bill kaulitz #2007 bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x thick reader #bill kaulitz x yn #tokio hotel fanfics #bill being the little flirty cutie pie he is

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ladychota · 8 months

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Memories

Pairing - Loki x Female Reader

Warnings - Drunk reader (lmk if you want me to add anything)

Summary - After getting drunk, Y/n seeks out the person she misses most.

Word Count - 900

A/N - I had this idea after listening to the song 'Memories' by Conan Gray on repeat so hopefully it's okay, I'm having a bit of writers block atm 😭

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You stumble down the street, not entirely sure where you're going. Okay, maybe that's a lie. You do know where you're going, but you can't seem to stop yourself.

It's late. Very late. And it's raining, fat blobs of water tumbling from the sky and landing on your face and shoulders and clothes. A shiver ripples through your body.

Your hand trails along the wall of a building, your fingertips collecting the grime. The world seems to swerve and tip a little around you, but you don't really care. You know the way there like the back of your hand.

Before you know it, you're at that familiar chipped, black door, using the doorframe to keep you upright as you ring the bell.

It takes a moment for him to get to the door and open it, revealing to you the green eyes and ebony black hair you've missed so much. A clumsy smile spreads across your face.

Loki freezes for a moment, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Y/n? What are you doing here?"

"I just wanna talk," Your words are slow and mix together easily; just like squash and water.

"Are you drunk?" He asks now, moving to lean against the doorframe.

"Noooooo," You slur, blinking to try to keep your vision in focus. "Why on Earth would I be drunk?"

A shiver runs through you again, the rain starting to fall heavier over your already drenched body.

"Wow," You laugh, looking around at the wet surroundings. "Is your bro upset or some shit?"

Loki sighs and moves out of the way, gesturing for you to come in. "You can come in, just don't be too noisy. I don't need any more complaints from my neighbours,"

"You've got complaints for being too noisy?" You ask, knowing how quiet he is. You pull off your rain-ruined pumps and put them as neatly as your drunken brain will allow by his shoe rack.

"I actually got complaints because of Thor,"

"Ohhhh," You walk further into Loki's apartment, enjoying the familiarity. It's been a couple months since you've been here... you didn't dare come back after the break up.

You're ushered into the kitchen, where Loki brews you a nice, warm mug of tea. You sit at his breakfast bar, sipping it and feeling it warm your insides.

"So," He starts. "Are you going to elaborate on why you're here?"

"I said," You take another sip. "I just wanna talk,"

"About what?"

You shrug. "I didn't have anything in mind,"

Loki sighs and rubs his temples. "So you came here from where?"

"The club I think... or it might've been somewhere else,"

"Who were you with?"

"Nat and Wanda,"

"And what happened to them?"

You freeze, mug halfway to your lips. That's a good question. You last remember talking to them... when did you last talk to them? You purse your lips, setting the cup back on the counter.

"What's with all the questions?" You groan as your vision begins to swim. "Are you a..." You wave your hands in the air, trying to think of the correct word. "Person with the flashy car?"

"Flashy car...? Oh, a cop?"

"Bingo! Ding, ding, ding! I am the weakest link, goodbye," You place your head on the table, your swimming vision only worsening.

Loki sighs. "Okay, I think it's time for you to go home,"

"Noooo," You protest, a round of hiccups starting.

"Well, where else are you going to go, huh? Why did you even come here in the first place? I find it hard to believe that you just came here to talk," Loki's harsh tone catches you off guard - in your drunken state, you have no idea how to react.

You sit back up, your lip quivering as tears form in your eyes. "I just miss you and I wanted to see you again. I want you to stay in my memories but I can't get you out of my head! Everywhere I go it's just Loki, Loki, Loki..." You sniffle and hiccup, wiping your eyes with your hands. "I know you didn't wanna be friends or lovers but I do! I can't sleep or do anything without you!"

You sigh, silent tears falling down your face. Loki doesn't respond, his expression too difficult to read. You flop your head back onto the counter, the smell of Loki's cologne wiggling it's way into your mind and acting as a sleeping drought - in a mere moment, you're out for the count.

~★~

Loki quickly notices you're asleep, his response dying on his tongue. He sighs again, rubbing his tired eyes. It seems you'll be staying with him tonight.

Your limbs start to sag, so he sweeps you into his arms before you end up on the floor with a bleeding head. A wave of sadness floods his heart as he carries you through his apartment to his bedroom - it hasn't been long since he was carrying you to his bed, happy grins on your faces.

He places you carefully down on the bed, making sure your head rests on the pillow as he tucks you in. It's not like he would've got any sleep anyway, so he doesn't mind giving up his bed.

Another wave of sadness hits him, harder this time - he hates seeing you in such a state, your words slurred and brain mushed up from drinking to forget him...

"For what it's worth," He whispers, tucking a hair behind your ear despite you being oblivious to his words and actions. "I feel the same as you."

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 7 months

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.⋆｡Through The Bad And The Good｡⋆.

Dick Grayson x plus size reader

The one where Dickie and Dove break up and then get back together.

Warnings: break-up, some angst, fluff, mentions of abandonment issues, a little sadness, implied smut, getting back together

WC: 1k

Minors DNI

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There was something so inherently sad about a lone coffee mug in a cabinet. Was the absence of any more because the others broke or were they taken away? Or was this all there was?

The faded character of a fat orange cat professed that he 'h-ted mo-days', the ink slipping from the porcelain with each use. You stared at the mug blankly, just as you had all the rest of your belongings. It was all lopsided and wrong, each piece missing parts of themselves.

You sighed and looked away as you slumped down onto the counter, resting your cheek against the cool surface. Normally by now you would be cooking up a storm, preparing to feed an army of two but now you weren't doing anything.

“At least my grocery bill will be a hell of a lot cheaper.” You laughed to yourself, but really, you felt like crying.

The apartment was quiet, painfully so, and all you could think about was that stupid fucking mug.

You supposed that the breakup was inevitable, you had your shit and he had his and it was obvious that the relationship wasn't going anywhere. There was no screaming or breaking each other's things. There wasn't 'the other woman' or some wildly inappropriate friendship. It was a quiet discussion that ended with him looking at you solemnly from your front door before he shut it as he walked away.

Even if you both promised to remain friendly, he had not even texted you and your chest still burned with the pain of an awful breakup, the feeling that you've lost such a big person in your life forever.

“I don't think this is working.” You had been the one to break the tense silence of the bedroom. After yet another sleepless night where you both lay on the bed, backs facing each other, you were done.

His shoulders sagged. “I think so too.” He took your hand in his own and suddenly, it all felt like a good-bye. Tears rolled down your cheeks and you fell into his awaiting arms, his own sobs muffled against your hair.

Your eyes flicked back to the mug. “Fuck.” You got up and slammed the cabinet door shut. “Fuck him. Fuck this. I'm better off alone!”

You knew you were lying.

—————

Every trace of him had been scrubbed from your apartment by your friends who seemed all-too pleased that you had 'kicked him to the curb'. They never really hated Dick, you supposed they just wanted to support you.

But now, you kind of wish you had indulged them a bit more, letting them burn the small box of things that they had found after he moved out because now, you were spiralling.

The polaroid you took on your first date (he was so breathtakingly handsome, you couldn't believe that he asked you out), his favourite cereal spoon (it had a superman logo embossed on the bottom), and the Gotham City sweater you bought for him that still mysteriously smelt of him, even a month after he wore it last.

You slipped the soft material over your head before you could rationally think about it and suddenly that vice around your heart loosened just a fraction and you could breathe again.

Breaking up was the right thing to do.

Your life goals didn't line up.

He had responsibilities outside of you that were more important.

You never saw each other.

He never did the dishes and always left his underwear on the floor.

Women and men constantly flirted with him.

He was a trust-fund baby and a cop.

He was a vigilante with severe abandonment issues.

But god, he was so perfectly imperfect. He spoiled you rotten and worshipped the ground you walked on. He was honest and patient and kind. You blended so well into each other's friend groups. The chemistry was out of this world and he was by far the best lay you ever had. His family loved you. He had to have been sculpted by the gods with his chiselled body and boyish smile. He knew how to get you out of your shell while respecting your boundaries. He was strong. He was intelligent. He had manners. He was tall. He was passionate and giving. You could read each other so well it was almost frightening. He valued you.

You loved him, he loved you. And that's all that really mattered wasn't it.

Dick Grayson was your soulmate and you let him leave.

Your feet carried you out of your bedroom mindlessly. You slipped on your shoes and glanced over your shoulder towards the kitchen, where your lone coffee mug sat on the counter. Garfield's half-smile seemed to mock you.

You snatched it up. “I'm getting him back.” You insisted as you lay your hand on the doorknob. “I have to get him back.”

The door swung open.

And there he was, fist raised as if he were about to knock, a bouquet of flowers in his other hand. Time paused for a moment as you both took each other in.

His eyes were red and there were dark bags beneath them, he was just a little paler, a little more forlorn but he was still your Dick. He smiled then and everything else faded away.

“That's my favourite mug.”

“Those are my favourite flowers.” You retorted, making him chuckle. “Wanna come in?”

He looked hesitant for a moment. “I had a whole romantic gesture planned. I wanted to woo you.” He said in a tone very similar to a whine.

You smirked as you grabbed his collar, dropping the mug in the process, and yanked him into the apartment. Dick followed enthusiastically, his hands flying to your wide hips as he ducked down to brush his nose against yours.

“Woo me later, I need you now.”

“Yes ma'am.” As he carried you to the bedroom, the both of you too wrapped up in each other to even care about the shattered porcelain and crushed flowers on the floor, you knew that you had each other through the bad and the good.

And there was so much good coming your way.

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The Key To Your Heart - Track 10

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Musician!Reader

Series Summary: After writing your feelings for Pedro into a song, it gains a lot more popularity than expected. Ultimately it brings both criticism and support, with new possibilities around the corner.

Series Warnings: 18+ only (MDNI). Alluding to sexual scenarios. Kissing. Panic/Anxiety Attack. Fat shaming, name calling. Mentions of food, weight loss, weight gain, dieting, weighing, potential eating disorder, food guilt. Potential for puns/dad jokes (name of my blog, and the fic) should give that away. This is my first fic which should be its own warning, lol. Also some cursing. Mentions of masturbation (f). Sadness, reader is pretty depressed. Poor body image. Rude people. Bullying-ish and just lack of support? Anxiety. Age gap! Reader is in her mid 20's, Pedro is current age (48).

Other stuff: Reader is plus sized. AFAB. Inexperienced. Also has a dog, but you can pretend it is another creature probably. Further, in case it isn't clear, italics almost always are the reader's inner thoughts!

Word Count: 6.6k

Series List: Here!

Miss Track 9? Here!

Hi!!!! Once again I want to apologize for taking so long with this. I can't seem to ever stay awake to do anything. That being said, here it is! This is the last main chapter of our little lovebirds. There will be at least one, likely two bonus tracks coming soon though :) Also there's a smidge of Spanish in here from Pedro, but the translation is included in the end of the sentence. I took some Spanish classes back in the day but I don't speak it and had to use Google translate. So if it ISN'T right and you do speak Spanish, please let me know lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy these little cuties on their first date. There's a lot, a lot, a lot of kissing in here (sorry...) and overall they're just grossly in love lol. Please let me know what you think, and if you've seriously read this far, I LOVE YOU! This is my first series, and honestly my first fic other than the one I wrote in my diary lmao. Like the reader, I am incredibly inexperienced so writing a relationship has been a bit of a challenge and half the time I don't believe the actual words I'm writing. But I really only started writing it as a way to write down my daydreams :) So to have support means the world to me, and hearing people comment/DM me saying how much they relate has meant so much and makes me feel a lot less alone, because ultimately, it doesn't matter how fictional it is, most of reader's feelings are my own. To anyone else in the same boat, I get you! Hang in there. I think there's a Pedro out there for us all. Someday. Anywho, pardon my ramble. Thank you for reading, I hope you like it. ❤

The next morning, you woke up and stretched your limbs, rolling over in your comfortable bed as the sunshine poured in through the window. At the shuffling of your body, Skipper groaned, wiggling a little in bed, nearly shoving you off the edge. You reached for your phone, blinking through your sleep a couple times before seeing a text from Pedro. “Good morning beautiful! I can't wait for our date today. I was thinking maybe we could start around 2:30 and spend the day together, if you'd like. But if that's too much, we can just make it a dinner date. Up to you which you would prefer. I understand either way. Love you ❤️”

He wants to spend the whole day with me!? And he sent me a good morning text and called me beautiful? Then signed it with a heart and love you?!!!! How did I get this man?

Your grin eclipsed your face, making you squint. If Mr. Grumpybutt weren't sharing the bed with you, you'd probably squeal and kick your feet. Tapping your phone screen, you typed out a reply. “Morning handsome ❤️ I would love nothing more than to spend the day with you. I love you too!” You sent the message before crawling out of bed gently, receiving a dirty look from Skip.

“Alright Grump. Go back to bed. Geez,” you laughed. If looks could kill, you thought. He turned back on his side, letting out a grumble and sigh, resulting in a laugh from you. Acts like he pays rent and works 40 hours a week…

You took a relaxing shower, making sure to be all nice and fresh for your date with the man of your dreams. While brushing your teeth, you noticed he had replied. “Great, I can't wait. I'll be at your place at 2:30. :)”

“Can't wait to see you. What do you have planned? I'm wondering how to dress.”

“Wear whatever you feel good in, baby. I'm sure you'll look amazing. Probably something casual you can walk around comfortably in for the day. Maybe something a little dressier for the evening, but you don't need to carry it around. We will make a stop at your place before and you can change”

Wow he really has this planned out.

“What have you got planned, P? This sounds elaborate. You know you don't need to put in all that effort, I'm already yours ❤️”

“You deserve the world, my love.”

Dressed in a pair of leggings and a light sweater, you felt reasonably cute while still being comfortable for whatever activity Pedro had in mind. Plus, with the crisp November air, you would be nice and warm. You were just finishing tying your sneakers when your doorbell rang.

You opened the door to find your handsome boyfriend standing on your step, a bouquet of red roses in his hand. “Mi amor,” he handed you the roses, kissing your cheek and hand. “Thank you Pedro,” your cheeks heated. “Come in,” you pulled his hand across the doorway towards the living room. Skipper pushed past you to investigate, causing Pedro to drop your hand.

“Well there he is! That handsome boy!” Skipper’s tail wagged and his butt wiggled as Pedro crouched to give ear scratches. “Oh, I love you too,” Pedro answered when Skip kissed his face frantically. A fit of giggles erupted from Pedro, making your heart swell with joy. He has the cutest laugh, and the fact that your dog is causing it was surreal.

“You're just a beautiful boy! Aren't you?! Hermoso, igual que tu mamá,” he held Skipper’s face, kissing his nose. (Beautiful, just like your mama)

Your chest was filled with butterflies. Holy shit, he's charming. “Thank you, Pedro,” you said in a whisper, not even sure if he would hear. Turning his head from your dog, Pedro looked up at you, giving you a gentle smile; but the eye contact was quickly torn away when Skipper pressed a needy paw to Pedro's chest. Both of you now giggling, Pedro continued to pet Skipper, stopping to give him a hug and some more nose kisses.

“Alright. I gotta ask…” you prompted, causing Pedro to turn his head towards you again. “Are you just dating me to hang out with my dog?” You smirked.

Pedro turned back to Skipper, speaking in a low voice. “She's catching on to us buddy. We've been made.” You burst out laughing, Skipper looking over at you as if his plan really had been foiled.

Pedro gave a final pat on Skipper’s head before standing and walking over to you. “Nonsense,” he pecked a kiss to your lips. “I do love that sweet boy of yours,” he replied before turning his face to whisper in your ear. “But I'm absolutely enamored with you, Mamacita.” The hair on your neck stood as a chill rushed down your spine. You bit your lower lip, and he stared back into your eyes, leaning in for a passionate kiss.

“You look beautiful,” he tucked your hair behind your ear.

“You look rather handsome, yourself,” you replied. His hair was brushed back and to the side, his curls neatly swept and threatening to break free around his face. You wondered whether he asked for help to make his hair look extra nice for your date or if he styled it himself.

Running your fingertips over his patched salt and pepper beard, your hands found the small heart shaped patches near his chin. You brushed your thumb over his jaw before leaning in to press a kiss on the bare skin, causing his eyes to close as he let out a sigh. The whiskers tickled your cheeks as you continued kissing up his jawline, back across his cheek, and on his nose before pulling away to look into his eyes.

He opted to not wear glasses today, allowing you a closer look into his deep brown eyes which were softening under your gaze. “You ready to go, baby?” He asked you, his hand on your hip as he rubbed circles with his thumb.

“Absolutely,” you smiled. He wore a pair of dark jeans, tennis shoes, and a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearm. He looked absolutely… incredible.

While you were grabbing your bag, he grabbed Skipper's leash. “Is Skipper coming too?” You asked, confused.

Skipper was twirling now, impatient to go somewhere.

“Sure is! Couldn't leave him out. But don't worry, you and I will have the night to ourselves,” he winked.

You looked downward, feeling shy and flushed. “Okay,” you giggled, clipping Skip to his leash and heading for the door.

“Do you want to take my car? You'll get dog hair and slobber in yours,” you offer.

“I don't mind! I love dogs,” Pedro replied, opening the door for Skipper to climb in the back seat. After closing the door, he opened the passenger door for you. Such a gentleman, you thought with a sigh, getting in and thanking him.

As the car sped along, you looked over at your boyfriend driving the car. Boyfriend! That'll never get old… you thought to yourself. The air conditioning blew the few loose strands of hair on the top of his head, and his left hand gripped the wheel, making the veins on his hand prominent. With his right hand, he reached over, holding your left in his, resting on top of your thigh.

He really did look beautiful. You couldn't help but stare at him as he expertly drove the car, hand flexing as he turned the wheel. His mouth pursed and he licked his lips, his tongue slowly jutting out to wet them.

Damn, I want those lips on mine. That tongue in my mouth, you thought, feeling rather warm, despite the air conditioning swirling around the car.

“So where are we spending the day?” You asked, trying to quiet the flames of attraction licking at your pulse.

“It's a surprise! But we're almost there,” he answered, rubbing his thumb over the top of your hand.

Pedro looked in the side mirror and laughed. “Babe, look at Skipper.”

You looked to see him with his head out the window, ears and lips blown back with the wind, his tongue lolled out to the side and blowing with the speed of the vehicle.

You both chuckled before you warned him, “your car is going to be covered in slobbers, Pedro!” He gave another quick look to Skipper before replying. “That's okay. It'll help me remember this day until I wash it again,” he looked over at you and smiled. It felt so natural. So… domestic, the two of you sitting in the car, going on a date, him holding your hand while driving, and the two of you laughing at your dog in the back seat. It was just perfect. Everything you dreamed.

He wasn't joking when he said you were almost there. It was only about five more minutes until the car pulled into the parking lot of the dog-friendly beach.

Stepping out of the vehicle, you took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar smell of salty sea air and hearing the chatter of gulls. The breeze blew your hair gently, but the day was relatively warm for November.

After the three of you exited the car, Pedro opened the trunk, pulling out a large picnic basket and tote bag. “You really came prepared, didn't you? Pedro, this is really special. Thank you.” Your eyes felt teary and the smile you held was genuine. Nobody has ever put this much effort into anything for you. Other than him.

“You don't need to thank me. I want you to be happy and I want the three of us to have a nice day,” he added, pecking your lips.

“Wait.. Pedro,” you frowned. “It looks kind of crowded. Should I be nervous about paparazzi or anything?” Your stomach bubbled with nervous energy.

“Don't worry, sweetheart. Celebs come here all the time. I've come here before. If they do, they might take pictures, but usually it's pretty low-key here. Try not to worry too much. I want you to have a nice time,” he squeezed your hand affectionately.

“Okay. I trust you,” you smiled at him as the three of you walked towards the sand, finding a nice place to picnic. Pedro unpacked, laying down a large blanket before setting up the spread of sandwiches, veggies, and fruit. He offered you a cold drink from the basket and the two of you sat, using a metal stake to secure Skipper’s leash near your blanket. He flopped onto his side, content to be sunbathing with some of his favorite people.

The lunch consisted of peaceful conversations and laughter, learning more about each other despite having talked for several months now. It seemed you could never run out of conversation topics. But even in the quiet moments, it wasn't uncomfortable. It felt relaxing. You were both content being able to sit together in silence and just enjoy each other's company.

After your meal, you packed up the basket and headed for the car again to put the things away, opting for a walk unburdened by carrying items across the sand. Neither of you brought a swimsuit today, but despite the California sun, it was still November, and the Pacific ocean was never really warm, even in the middle of summer. That didn't seem to bother Skipper very much though. As the two of you walked hand in hand near the water, barefoot in the wet sand, he ran laps around Pedro holding him on the leash, occasionally splashing through the shallow water before joining close by his family again.

He would definitely need a bath later, but you didn't mind. He was happy splashing around, having a great day. You were happy walking with the man of your dreams, fingers intertwined together. Everything felt right. You weren't even nervous, despite the way Pedro looked like the most handsome man you've ever seen, or the fact that he was famous, and that you occasionally received stares from other beach goers. Instead of the usual first-date nerves people get, you just felt love.

“So,” he started excitedly, “Obviously I have most of this date planned, but I also wanted to check in with you and see if you had anything particular in mind that you wanted to do together.”

You thought for a second, letting a memory burn into your thoughts. “Well,” you began, "I don't want to sound like a total creepy fan or anything...” you added, cautiously. You kinda were, with all the photos of him you had saved on your phone (prior to deleting them before your first meeting in person). But that's not important right now, and he probably doesn't need to know that. Maybe it can be a funny story later.

Pedro laughed, that cute little wheezy laugh he does with his giant smile that makes your stomach do somersaults. Those same somersaults you've been getting since you first saw that smile on the screen and knew you were absolutely screwed until you got over this crush. Or, unexpectedly, when you walked hand-in-hand with him, like you were now.

“But…?” he pondered, looking down at you sideways, with a playful smirk and those big brown eyes that could make you lose your mind. They absolutely glittered in the sunlight right now, reflecting all the joy and love he felt for you.

“Okay maybe I'm a little creepy…” you nudged him with your side, still gripping his hand in yours as the two of you walked peacefully. The beach was crowded, but you and him, and Skipper, were the only ones here as far as either of you were concerned. There could be a loud scream and it wouldn't compare to the squealing in your mind. A firework show would simply feel like a projection of your sparks. A tornado couldn't sweep you off your feet as well as he could.

“Is this where you tell me you've been watching me sleep through my window for the past three years or something?” He raised an eyebrow, playful smile still on his face as he licked his lips.

“What?” You squeaked, laughing. “No. I mean… I did have some pictures saved of you, and have maybe read a fictional story or two about you and your characters…” or a few thousand, you thought.

You cringed. Why the fuck did I say that out loud?!

Your cheeks felt hot and you diverted your eyes away from the man beside you, a nervous grimace painted across your mouth. He barked out a laugh, pulling you into his side for a hug. “Baby, you're cute. I don't mind that you used to read those. I don't even mind if you still do. No different than a book, right? Maybe it'll give us some fun date ideas.” He rested his head on top of yours innocently.

Oh, if only he knew the things you read.

“Right. Fun date ideas,” you smirked to yourself. He pulled away to look at you, eyebrow raising playfully.

“Sweetheart,” he interrogated in the same tone you use when Skipper steals a sock from the laundry, “what kind of stories are you reading about me and my characters, huh?” He lifted your chin to meet his eyes. You'd feel nervous from his tone if he didn't flash a smug, knowing grin at you.

“Oh, you know…” you shrugged. “Just the typical romance stuff,” you turned, facing him and resting your hand on his chest, tracing a circle over his heart with your finger. You felt his pulse pick up under your touch, and saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed.

“What kind of thoughts are going through that pretty head of yours?” He asked, raising his brow while you continued tracing little hearts into his shirt with your index finger.

“Wouldn't you like to know?” You winked before removing your hand from his chest. Starting to walk away, you continued your earlier statement. “Anyway, as I was saying-”

“Oh, no you don’t,” he interrupted, laughing. “Don't think you're getting out of this conversation that easy,” he gently pulled your forearm, stopping your movement and sending you twirling into his arms once again.

“Maybe someday I'll tell you,” you giggled, booping his nose.

“Someday? Why not tell me now?” He ran his thumb over your lip, eyes drifting down quickly before returning to your eyes.

“I'll show you the fanfics I read about you when I know you're stuck with me and you aren't going to run for the hills,” you laughed nervously, only partially joking.

His playful demeanor vanished before your eyes, turning into a look of… concern? Oh no. This is it. Where he realizes what a mistake he made. Where he says he doesn't want to be together. Where he breaks my heart.

He gently held your arm, rubbing soft strokes. “Honey. What are you talking about?” His soft brown eyes searched your face. You gulped, not wanting to make eye contact, but he again pulled your chin up, forcing you to look at him. “I…” you floundered for the words. “I don't want to scare you away.”

“Why would I be scared away?” he asked in almost a whisper, concern and sadness lacing his features.

“Because I just had this huge, huge crush on you. So, I read fanfics and I saved all your photos and I watched all your movies. I spent more time on social media looking for updates on you. Just so I could see you, or imagine what being with you would feel like. Like a total crazy person. An absolute psycho creeper.”

“Baby…” he brushed his thumb over your cheek. “You aren't any of those things. I actually think that’s kind of sweet. Although, it makes me a little sad thinking about the pain you must have felt, having these strong feelings and not having found each other yet.” He brushed your hair out of your face, settling his other hand on your waist before continuing.

“Feelings make us feel a little crazy sometimes, and although I never read fanfiction about you, or had any pictures to save, I would be lying if I said I didn't take a screenshot of us that first night you showed me your face.” He rubbed his neck bashfully.

Fanfic about me? What? If that even exists, I gotta see what people are saying…

“You did?” His admission surprised you, to say the least. He sighed before answering. “Yes. I had - have,” he corrected himself, “a pretty big crush on you too, baby. But I felt like I was betraying you in a way, taking a picture of you during our video chat. I just wanted to remember your face if I never saw it again,” he sighed.

“I fell in love with you the first time I heard your song... I heard you sing about your feelings and daydreams. So… you admitting about fanfiction and pictures isn't all that surprising.” You lowered your eyes in embarrassment.

“Hey, look at me.” He stroked your cheek. You looked up and he continued. “I took that picture because I had already fallen so head-over-heels for you that the first time I saw your face, I stopped breathing. Although I knew I wouldn't be able to get the image of you out of my mind, I couldn't risk forgetting the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life.”

You dropped your gaze again, cheeks feeling a permanent state of warmth and butterflies dancing from your stomach to your chest. “You don't honestly mean that, Pedro.” You sighed. “I appreciate it, but there's no way. I really don't know what you could ever see in someone like me,” you whispered, barely audible. If you weren't standing so close, he would've missed it.

Instead of responding, he dropped his arms from your body. At the loss of contact, your heart sank. But when you lifted your head to meet his eyes, he was fishing around his pocket for his phone. Calling an Uber to leave? Your self-doubt pestered.

A few taps to his screen later and he held up his phone. There you were, sitting at your table in your favorite dress, with your favorite food and flowers on the table. You had the biggest smile on your face and in the bottom corner, you could see Pedro looking handsome as always, and absolutely smitten with you, the largest grin painted across his features.

At the sight of the image, your heart warmed. “See what you mean to me?” He asked, putting his phone back into his pocket. You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I love you,” you choked out, leaning forward to mold your lips to his. They fit together perfectly. Like they were made for each other. He pressed back before opening his mouth ever so slightly to lick at your lips. Matching his movements, your tongues met, dancing a waltz in exploration as he pulled you forward by your lower back, seeming as if trying to get as close as possible somehow.

As the two of you paused for air, he ran his hand further down your back, just barely grazing the dip of your spine where your torso meets your butt. He gave you a look, almost to determine your reaction, asking permission to let his hand continue. When you didn't back away, going as far as pulling him closer around his neck and leaning in for another kiss, he pressed his lips against yours in return and let his hands wander a little further down. When his hand wrapped around the cheek of your ass, you squeaked. This is new… and I like it, you thought. His whole hand fit across your cheek. His huge hands. You whimpered as he gave a squeeze, like he was claiming you as his own.

“I love you too.” He finally responded, pulling out of the kiss to search your eyes. “So tell me… what was this activity you wanted to add to our date? The one you fear makes you sound like a creepy fan?” He let out a small laugh, brushing your nose with his.

“This,” you replied, pressing another kiss.

“Kissing?” He asked, rubbing his thumb over your waist and resting his forehead to yours. “I think we've already been doing that, if I'm not mistaken.” He pecked your lips with his.

“Yes,” you kissed. “Well,” kiss. “Actually,” you pulled away enough to explain. “I read this interview you gave a few years ago about your ideal first date?”

“Yeah?”

“You said something about ‘a date that doesn't feel like a date. And

hopefully by the end, or throughout, very

good kissing.” You said, slightly cautious at your memorization, a bit nervous at the implication of what you're saying.

“Oh, is that what you want?” He flashed his eyes up to look at you, giving a devilish smirk.

“Well, as someone who hadn't been kissed yet when I read it, I sorta lost my mind over it,” you laughed. “Obviously we've kissed before, but if it were up to me your lips would never leave mine,” you pressed your lips to his again.

“I think we should be able to make that happen,” he leaned in, brushing his nose against yours before pulling you in for another kiss. “Mmmm” you sighed, pulling away from his lips. “Never gets old.” You held his hand in yours, the two of you walking again down the beach.

“So I was thinking,” he began, “since you said you deleted all your photos, and I only have the one, maybe we could make some new photos… together,” the corner of his mouth turned up into a crooked smile. You grinned and nodded excitedly. “Please!”

Pulling out his phone, the two of you took several photos together. Some just smiling, some with Skipper, and your personal favorites, the ones with him kissing you. This will make for a perfect lockscreen, you imagined.

As you approached the edge of a rocky cliffside at the end of the beach, a sea lion barked in the distance. Skipper perked up, tilting his head and letting his ears twitch before returning a “boof.” The two of you laughed, ushering your dog away from making any wild ocean friends, and headed towards the boardwalk.

After grabbing an ice cream at a candy shop, you were so deep in conversation and laughter that you didn't notice the girl off to the side looking nervous. Slowly she walked over. Skipper put up his guard, but as she approached, she gave a kind wave. “Hi… I'm sorry to bother you. I'm a big fan of you both.”

“Us… both?!” You responded, surprised. Pedro shook his head with a laugh before thanking the fan.

“Of course! Your music is amazing! I listen to it on my way home from work everyday. I relate to so many of your songs.”

“Wow, thank you so much. I never expected to be recognized. You're so kind,” you replied honestly.

She asked for a photo with you both, and after obliging, she mentioned before leaving, “by the way, I was following all the news that went down. I just want to say I think it's cute how you guys got together and you make a really cute couple. Okay bye! Thank you again!!” And with that, she scurried away, leaving you to look at Pedro in surprise. “Wow” you replied with a laugh. “I can't believe I'm getting recognized,” you spoke quietly.

“How do you feel about it?” Pedro asked cautiously.

“I feel… okay, so far. This was a nice interaction, and even though people keep looking at us… being able to be out in public with you, to show my face, kiss you, hug you, hold your hand,” you gave his hand a squeeze, “it makes it all worth it.”

“I couldn't agree more,” he looked into your eyes, giving a soft smile. You matched his expression before his face slowly faded into concern. “Do you think work will go okay for you? Now that it's out there?”

You took a deep breath, walking a few more steps with him down the boardwalk before replying. “I don't know. I guess so. Or… I hope so at least. I've had a few of my friends and coworkers message me kind words of encouragement. So at least I'll have some people on my side, even if anyone else has something to say. But really, they shouldn't. They already know me. They knew I liked you,” you leaned into him. “So they should be happy for me if anything. And if not, then… well, they didn't deserve to be my friend anyway,” you shrugged. “But I think I might take some time off to figure out everything, career wise,” you added. Still leaning into his side, Pedro unlatched his fingers from yours, opting to reach his arm around you, giving your shoulder a squeeze and rubbing soft circles into your upper arm.

“Baby,” Pedro began, his voice vibrating through your body as he leaned his head on yours, “I’m so proud of you. Have I told you how strong I think you are?” Your cheeks warmed and you grinned. “Thank you Pedro,” you wrapped your arms around his waist to hug him. “But I don't think I'm that strong. I struggle to open pickle jars just like the rest of us,” you joked.

Pedro gave a quiet snort. “You know what I mean, honey,” he laughed. “I don't mean physical strength. Though I'm sure you could hold your own in an arm wrestle, I mean your ability to handle all of this thrown at you so quickly. Your ability to adapt and stay cheerful about everything. You just keep continuing to amaze me,” he pulled his head away from yours to meet your gaze. He smiled softly and you thanked him.

“I don't feel very strong,” you mumbled, breaking away from his stare. “You are, though. You're strong, smart, beautiful. Talented. Passionate,” he kissed your lips.

“Pedro, I love you, but you always seem to use all these words I don't feel. You see me as someone completely different than the way I've always seen myself. I want to believe you, but-” you sighed. “No one else has ever shown any indication that those are true,” you pouted, trying not to tear up.

“Hey, hey, whoa. Stop,” he halted your movements, pulling your chin up to his face. “Maybe they didn't see you, but I do. I feel all those things about you, and I'll spend every single day trying to prove it. I told myself I wouldn't get involved in romance a long time ago. But you changed all that.”

His chocolate brown eyes felt like they looked directly into your soul as he attempted to unravel your self-doubt. With a deep breath, you calmed enough to reply. “I love you, and I feel all those things for you as well. I'm glad you opened yourself up to love again.” You pressed a kiss to his lips. “I'm glad I met you” you sucked his lip. “I'm glad you're mine.” You kissed him again, deepening it, letting your tongue press gently to his and tangling together in passion before pulling away.

Skipper had completely rolled into his side in wait for you both, between the conversation and the kissing. When the two of you broke away with matching grins, you looked over to see the sun had sunk down to the border between sky and ocean. In its wake was a bright orange sky, with pink, purple, and yellow streaks mixed in, as if a painter had gotten a bit too carried away with the paints. It was blindingly beautiful.

Drawn to it like moths, the three of you walked towards the shoreline once again. You started to sit, but Pedro pulled you into his chest and fished for his phone.

You gave him a confused look before he kissed you deeply and held out his arm. Unlatching his lips from yours with a pop, he held up his phone to you with a smile. In front of the vibrant ocean sunset, the silhouette of a couple shared a loving kiss. For once, it was you in this couple photo. You and the man you love.

You walked a little farther down the sand before sitting down just above the line of wet sand to admire the sunset. Pedro sat behind you, his legs on either side of you while you lay back into his chest. As you leaned into him, he hugged around your body, molding himself to you and tracing light circles into the skin on your arms, making the hairs stand on end and a shiver to run down your spine.

Skipper flopped down nearby, clearly sleepy after a long walk and plenty of new smells. You ran a gentle hand down his back until you heard soft snores, then let him sleep, leaning your head on Pedro’s arm around your shoulder. “This sunset is beautiful,” you sighed, watching as the sun descended further below the ocean. It looked as if it was sinking deep below the surface, offering its light to the deep sea anglerfish miles below.

“It is amazing,” Pedro agreed, staring at you. “But my view is even better,” he added, and you could feel his eyes on the side of your face as he kissed your shoulder. You looked over at him, meeting his eyes, now sparkling with the orange of the sky. “Mine too,” you whispered, tilting your head to press another kiss to his lips.

When the sun went down completely, you headed to the car and Pedro drove back to your place so you could get ready for dinner.

Pedro sat on the couch patiently, stroking the fur on Skip’s back while he snoozed, his head in Pedro's lap. In your bedroom, you searched for the perfect outfit to wear, finally deciding on a nice dress and sweater.

Hopefully the restaurant isn't too cold, you thought.

Walking out of the bedroom, you joined your boys in the living room, only to be greeted by Pedro’s jaw hitting the floor. “Te ves tan hermosa mi amor,” he stuttered in Spanish, flipping languages so easily when he was overcome with emotion. (You look so gorgeous my love.)

He gently stood, sliding out from below your dog, before walking over to you. His eyes scanned your body from head to toe and back up again, making you feel nervous. “You… you look… wow.” He rubbed his hand over his chin, his thumb grazing his lip. His pupils grew, making his eyes ever-so-slightly darker. You shivered under his gaze.

At your shiver, his demeanor shifted. “Shit, are you cold? Baby, you look incredible, but if you're cold -”

“I'm not cold, Pedro,” you interrupted.

“Are you sure? I saw you shiver.” He stepped towards you, touching your arm. A buzz crept under your skin like a live wire. “It wasn't from the cold…” you replied.

“It wasn't from-?” He paused, the realization hitting him as he understood your shiver wasn't from cold but frankly.. the opposite. “Oh,” he hummed, settling his hand on your hip and stepping closer.

Another chill.

“Feeling excited for our date, huh?” His voice caressed into your ear as he kissed his way down your neck, pausing to take gentle nibbles on the skin of your collarbone, neck, and chin, before pulling you in by your waist to press a deep kiss to your mouth, his tongue finding yours.

This was starting to feel natural, kissing. And you two were getting good at it together. Knowing just the way his tongue moved, finding just the spot to make you whine. You even managed to find a spot of him that made a groan slip from his lips nearly every time. Kissing him was addicting, and you had no intention of kicking the habit.

He pulled away, pulling your lip with his teeth as you let out a slight hiss. “I'd love to do this all night, but I promised you dinner, my love,” he kissed your cheek, his beard scratching your face just right. You sighed, agreeing to dinner and taking a minute step back. It felt much warmer in the room than before, and you could tell he felt the same. As your eyes drifted across his body, he nervously rubbed the back of his neck, clearing his throat. Slowly sweeping his eyes down his body, it was evident you both wanted something beyond dinner.

But the gentleman he is, Pedro stepped forward again, taking your hand and leading you toward the door.

Pulling up to the curb, Pedro opened your door for you before handing his keys to the valet. Linking his arm with yours, the two of you walked into an elegant Italian restaurant. He gave the waitress his name, and she led you back to a secluded room where a single booth sat.

The room was dimly lit, illuminated by candles and twinkling fairy lights. They lined the ceiling, mimicking the starry sky, were it not for the smog of the city. You two walked toward the only booth, settled against the nook of a window, draped with a soft, thin white curtain covering the view from outside. Only the reflection of street lights peered through the thin drapery.

Sliding into the booth, Pedro sat next to you, close enough to touch, yet due to the curve of the corner booth, you were able to converse without craning your neck awkwardly. At the center of the table was a single red rose in a vase, sat next to the glow of a candle. The table itself was rounded and draped with an elegant dark red tablecloth.

Grabbing the triangular folded napkin off your plate, you folded it across your lap, Pedro doing the same. He reached over to you, taking your hand in his. He rolled his hand over the top of yours, linking his fingers between your own and giving a gentle squeeze while offering a soft smile.

You looked into his eyes, searching for the words he might be thinking. In his eyes you only found love and appreciation, pure happiness oozing from his features. When the waitress came back, she set a basket of bread with butter on the table and took your orders.

The night went smoothly, chatter filling the empty spaces while you enjoyed your meals. “Pedro, I know this is technically our first date, but I gotta say, I think I consider our video chat for my album as the first date. It was the first time I felt like I might actually have a shot with you. You put so much effort into that night and it was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me. I didn't know I could fall for you any harder than I was, but you proved me wrong. And even though we didn't say it was a date, and I didn't have much experience before you, it felt more like a date than anything I had ever felt before. You're a real romantic, P.”

He smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “That felt like the first date to me too. I knew for sure that I loved you that night.” Your cheeks heated, and you leaned your head on his shoulder.

It was only when the bill arrived that you broke apart. Though you offered to pay, at least for your meal, Pedro wouldn't stand for that. After all, he told you, this date was his idea. So instead, you thanked him and left the restaurant the same way you entered, arms linked.

As Pedro pulled up outside of your home, you let out a sigh. It was already after 9 PM. You had spent nearly eight hours together and yet you dreaded the moment you'd be saying goodbye. It was almost that time already, yet it felt like only five minutes had passed.

Though the walk from Pedro’s car to your front door was rather short, you both managed to prolong it, walking as slow as possible. Clearly he wasn't ready for it to end either. Two love sick fools, just wanting to spend every moment together.

Teetering on the edge of goodbyes, you awkwardly stood by your door. There were no nerves at a first kiss, fortunately. There had been plenty of kisses shared today, and yesterday, and the day prior. In fact, if it weren't for breathing, eating, and other bodily functions, you'd be fine having your lips glued to his indefinitely.

So with that in mind, and the burning desire to spend more time together, as he said goodbye, placing a kiss to your lips and beginning to walk away, you grabbed his arm. “Wait,” you plead.

Pedro turned, looking at you as if you had something to say, or you had forgotten a sweater in the car. But instead, with your heart pounding in your ears, you quietly asked, “would you like to come in? I’m not quite ready to say goodbye.”

The question could be taken with so many potential implications, or none at all. All you knew for sure was that you wanted to spend more time with him. What happened next could be decided in the moment.

His eyes flashed surprise for a moment. He looked at you, trying to read your face for any details in your question, then stared at your front door before turning back to you and finally answering.

“I would love to,” he smiled.

And so the two of you walked through the threshold of your front door, buzzing with new possibilities just inside. But no matter how the rest of the evening takes place, you were in love, and for once, you were loved back.

The end! Thank you for reading! Stay tuned for the bonus tracks, and once again I'd love to hear what you think! Reblogs are appreciated as well :)

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h-harleybaby · 1 year

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can you do stan,kyle and butters hcs for when their s/o falls asleep on them or cuddling hcs for them please

xxx

Omg thats so fucking cute

Watch that have priority over literally all my requests (now that I'm coming back to this thats a lie I have no brain juice for any of my requests)

This totally isn’t in specific order of who I like most to who I don’t know how to write for

Also I already wrote for Butters cuddling hcs so it's gonna be a lil short than the other ones

Butters

• You and Butters cuddle really often because ya know, he's touch starved and you like physical touch

• So you cuddling him in public (or really anywhere) isn't a surprise to him

• I mean he might turn a little pink but that's just because he thinks you're really pretty

• You falling asleep on him tho???

• He thinks your adorable, and he doesn't have the heart to wake you up

• You falling asleep on him means you really trust him, right?! Now he definitely can't wake you up because what if you never fall asleep on him again

• Butters definitely shushes people if they're being too loud around you while you're asleep, he wants you to sleep >:(

• If you start stirring he's probably gonna rub your back and say go back to sleep IN THE SOFTEST TONE EVER

• He loves when you fall asleep on him in general-

• Anyways, he's always willing to cuddle you and be your pillow

• He might even jokingly start calling himself your pillow and he holds that title proudly!

Kyle

• Kyle's stiff when it happens, but he always eventually gets comfortable

• In his brain he's panicking, and whenever he starts panicking he starts sweating

• A lot

• He really likes cuddling tho, just not much in public

• But I mean at least he's kinda warm so that makes him better to sleep on

• He's actually pretty comfortable to sleep on if you're not under his arms because jesus christ he sweats so much there

• Although he does like it when you sleep on him, his limbs often get really numb without moving so he's not the best to sleep on

• He definitely tries not to wake you up, you probably need the sleep

• He always tries to shake his arm or something without waking you up but he usually ends up doing it anyways

• But did you not sleep last night??? He's gonna bug you about it because you need to sleep more >:((((

• If he's gonna wake you up (if him shaking himself doesn't), he does it really gently because he doesn't wanna startle you or anything

• Cartman definitely makes fun of Kyle for letting you sleep on him, according to Cartman Kyle's whipped for you

• If they end up having the big argument they always have, he's definitely gonna whisper yell as to not wake you up

• And if Cartman doesn't get the memo, he's gonna start throwing shoes at him

• "Shut up fat ass, she's sleeping!" "Why do I care??"

Stan

• Stan also really likes cuddling! But you definitely have to show him how... I don't understand how he doesn't know how BUT HE DOESN'T

• He probably also smells like liquor but it's fine it smells good-

• Falling asleep on Stan tho?? He's a lil weirded out but he's fine with it

• Cartman probably makes fun of him too but he's just ignoring him and using his phone

• He's nervous but not Kyle nervous, in his brain is like "Well, I gotta be careful. It's not that easy to screw this up anyways"

• Stan's probably also fighting the urge to throw up the entire time

• I hc that he got a lot better with the throwing up thing when he's in love... just please don't kiss him till he's ready unless you want it in your face which believe me, YOU DON'T

• He probably has his arms around you with his head on top of yours, who knew this would be so comfy??

• You did, that's who

• Stan's also the type to fall asleep with you and not want to let you go

• He's probably a light sleeper so you trying to get up would wake him

• Doesn't matter if you guys have class or you guys have to go home, he wants you to sleep with him a lil more

• If you say that y'all can cuddle and take a nap together in a bed instead of the floor later it definitely motivates him

• If you can beat his throw up tho, you could probably kiss him awake

• It's actually his favorite way to wake up, it just takes a bit of time to get used to it

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welldonebeca · 7 months

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Stupid Squeeze (2)

WC: 1.9k words Warnings: Semi-public sex. Dirty thoughts. Oral sex. Size difference. Size kink. Degrading kink. Praising kink. Unsafe sex. Breeding kink.

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Baby was parked in the darkest spot behind the bar, nearly completely hidden.

If they managed to keep their little flower quiet, it would be easy to hide.

Sam glanced at her face, finding her wide-eyed and flustered.

"You can back away anytime, sweetheart," he assured her.

They would never force her into anything.

But she looked at him, shaking her head.

"I just... I've never done it in a car before," she confessed. "I never had the chance."

Dean chuckled, smirking to himself, and Sam let her go, so his brother could kiss her lips.

"Don't worry," he spoke softly. "We are very experienced."

That they were.

Finally, Lily nodded, and Dean smirked before picking her up, leaving Sam to be the one to unlock the door.

His brother lied her onto the seat, spreading her legs and placing himself right there.

Helen was gorgeous. Beautiful.

Her face was cherubic, her round cheeks nearly as attractive as her breasts.

She was full, at every little bit. Her hips, her chest, her cheeks...

Sam could see himself sinking his teeth onto her soft belly on his way to eating out her pussy very happily.

The moment Sam saw her, he'd gotten a hard-on. The curve of her hips, the way her fat ass looked in that tiny skirt.

He could have fucked her right there.

He was surprised when she pushed her fingers into Dean's hair, taking his mind off of his own thoughts.

"No," she whined. "No more teasing."

His brother lifted his hair, and though Sam couldn't see it, he could feel his confusion, and walked near them.

Lily sat up, pouting, growling.

"I believe I was promised some good fucking," she affirmed, at last.

Sam laughed, but she crossed her arms, pouting and he looked at Dean.

Well... she was right, wasn't she?

Dean chuckled, shaking his head and standing up.

"Alright," he stood up. "How do we do that?"

"The backseat can only fit one of us with her," Sam reminded him. "We'll have to take turns."

His brother glanced at him.

"Alright, there," he nodded. "Let me just-"

What now?

"Hey!" Sam interrupted him. "Who agreed you'd go first?"

Dean rolled his eyes.

"House rules, Sammy. It's my car."

He scoffed. As if.

"It's our car," he corrected him. "You just happen to have a monopoly over the driving seat."

They had both been living in that car for their whole lives.

"Well, I'm the oldest," Dean decided. "And I go first."

"No," he shook his head. "That doesn't work like that."

As if he was going to let him take her first!

Dean scoffed, kicking his feet as if he was about to throw a tantrum.

"Dude, every time you go first you are too rough with them," he half whined. "You suck bruises all over them, you bite their tits, you squeeze their hips so hard you leave handprints!"

From the car, Lily whined, and Sam looked over to see her squirming, squeezing her legs together, very flushed.

Oh. Did she like that?

"It's not true," he mumbled, a bit embarrassed.

It wasn't like he marked them... too much.

Dean was just too soft!

He would let any girl top him if he was to have his way!

"Dean-"

"Let's just Rock-Paper-Scissors," his brother decided. "Okay?"

Sam wanted to laugh. Asking for Rock-Paper-Scissors just meant loosing for him!

"Sure," he walked to him.

Sam hit his palm twice, thowing rock right as his brother threw scissors.

There.

His brother grimaced.

"Dammit," he grunted.

But he didn't even fight him.

"Fine," Dean crossed his arms. "Just go."

Wait. Really?

No best of three?

But Dean just sat on the driver's seat, and Sam didn't take any time before grabbing Lily.

"Sam," she whined, taking him from her thoughts.

He looked down at her, holding her by her hips, and pressed her chest against his.

Oh, those tits... he could mark those cheeks.

"Yes, sweet flower?"

She pouted.

"Are you going to mark me too?" she asked timidly.

Sam licked his lips, tempted, before restraining himself.

"Let me check if you're ready for me first," he changed the subject, unbuckling his pants.

It would be a little too hard to take off his pants inside.

Sam took his belt off, shoving it into the car, and guided her to the back seat.

But Lily looked at him with hunger, licking her pink lips.

But he knew just how to fuck in that backseat without much restraint.

If she wanted him to be rough, Sam would love to give it to her.

He tugged on his clothes, quickly revealing and freeing his cock, and her hands were very quick to come to take it.

"Oh," Lily spoke softly.

Her fingers wrapped around him, stroking him slowly.

"It's so big..."

"Turn around, sweetheart," he tilted her chin up. "Raise your ass for me, will you?"

Lily whined, but complied, and Sam sat back a little as she put her knees on the seat.

Fuck, her ass was so gorgeous. Round and so juicy.

He flipped her skirt, pushing it up, and her panties were buried between her ass cheeks.

"Oh no," he faux lamented. "Your panties are ruined!"

They were. Her juices had made the light fabric all transparent now.

He pulled them off, and shoved them into Dean's hand, knowing his brother enjoyed them quite a bit.

"I'll keep these," he decided.

Sam smirked.

Of course he would.

His brother had no shame, taking them to his nose and sniffing them.

"Wet pussy," Dean hissed, looking at her. "Delicious."

Lily whined, and Sam couldn't hold himself, slapping her ass right away.

"You like it, pretty thing?" he hummed. "Bring a drippy slut for us?"

She arched her ass to him.

"Please, Sammy," she shook her ass side to side. "Fuck me?"

His cock throbbed.

How could he say no?

Sam spread her ass to get a better look at her cunt, and took his cock in his free hand, teasing her folds with it.

Fuck, she was so fucking wet, just so slippery.

He pushed the head into her entrance, pushing in, and her cunt squeezed him right away.

The way Lily moaned should have been illegal.

Sam had no patience, just pushing and pushing, engulfed by her wet walls, until he was fully settled inside her.

"Fuck," he groaned.

He leaned over her, covering her whole body with his, and earn a silly moan.

"Sam," her head fell forward.

"Like this, my flower?" he pressed his lips to her ear. "Is this what your pussy needs?"

But before she could even answer, he pulled back and slammed himself all the way into her.

"Fuck!" she cried. "Yes, Sam!"

He growled, burying his face into the crook of her neck.

"Fucking look at you," he pulled back, slamming into her again. "So pathetic, getting fucked by a stranger in his car outside..."

She moaned, silly, her cunt squeezing around his cock already.

"Yes, Sam," she whined.

"You didn't even care that I pushed my cock into you all bare," Sam reminded her. "Don't even care we're not using protection. You really want to be dripping with cum, don't you?"

Lily gasped under him.

"Oh f-"

But he interrupted her, taking his fingers to her clit and rubbing on it hard.

"Fuuuck," she whined.

Her cunt fluttered around him.

"Stupid girl," he rubbed her. "Just a drippy slut for me."

He was going to leave her all stuffed for Dean.

"Maybe we'll even leave a little gift inside you," he teased her, smirking. "Everyone will know you're a knocked-up slut."

She moaned, and he could feel the heat on her neck, as if she was flushing. Her cunt, though, got wetter and tighter.

Oh, she liked that, hm?

"Sam," she whined.

He kissed her neck.

"Why don't you say it, baby girl," he taunted her. "Say you want to be a knocked-up slut."

Lily shook her head, moaning under him.

He clicked his tongue.

No, that, wouldn't do.

Sam took his fingers from her clit and pushed them into her hair, pulling her head back, making her look at him, and buried his cock inside her, not moving.

"Sam!" she yelped.

"If you don't want to be my drippy knocked-up whore, then I'll have to stop fucking you," he reminded her, mockingly. "My cock is bare inside you, I can't risk it, little flower."

Lily whined, squirming, trying to move her hips under him, but Sam was just holding her.

"You're so mean, Sammy," Dean chuckled.

He looked over at his brother, finding him watching them as his arm moved slowly, her panties buried in his nose.

"The poor girl," he lamented.

Sam laughed, shaking his head, angling her to look at him.

"Look at him," he commanded. "My brother is so sweet, little flower. He'd let you walk all over him. He would let you ride him just so he could bury his face in those tits."

Dean moaned, undoubtedly thinking of it.

"But I'm not my brother," he bit her earlobe. "I want to break you. Make you into a stupid little thing that needs cock to live, that needs MY cock to breathe."

She moaned, her cunt squeezing him more.

"Now tell me, my dumb little flower," he made her look at him. "What are you?"

She whined.

"I'm your dumb slut," Lily moaned.

Sam smirked.

"And...?"

She pouted.

"I want to be your knocked-up slut, Sam," she begged. "Please."

Sam couldn't help himself.

Well, she had asked, hadn't she?

He fucked her hard as fast, the sound of his lips slapping her ass echoing loudly.

"Sam!" she moaned, a little too loudly.

She whimpered around them.

"P-ease," Lily moaned.

They laughed together, and Sam closed his eyes at her squeeze.

Fuck, he was getting close already.

He wished he could stay in her forever.

But he had to be a good brother.

Dean deserved a turn.

Sam took his fingers down again, rubbing her clit as he used her.

"You're going to cum for me while I fill you up," he commanded.

She moaned, silly.

"You're gonna cum on a stranger's cock while he knocks you up," Sam laughed. "Look at you."

Lily's cunt squeezed him, fluttering, squeezing.

Sam pressed his fingers harder to her clit, and he closed his eyes when she came right away, drooling all over Dean's fingers and Sam's cock.

"There you go," his brother praised. "Good slut."

Sam groaned, pulling back from her chest, rising from his spot as much as he could and grabbing her hips, fucking her hard and deep.

He was going to paint her insides, fill her up so much his seed would have nowhere to go but into her womb.

He moaned as he released himself, stopping himself from collapsing on top of her, but holding himself back.

The moment his balls emptied inside her, he pulled out slowly to look at the display in front of him.

Fuck, her cunt was all used, swollen and flushed.

"Wish I had a fucking camera," he grunted. "Would keep a memory of the day we put a baby into you."

She whimpered, face down on the backseat, and Dean pulled on his shoulder.

"Hey, you have your fun," his brother grunted. "She is mine now."

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misc-obeyme · 1 year

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Mc shows the brothers

Human world style and (what the media gives to woman) body standards ,How would they react?

((I am a firm believer that you can be whoever you want and your body is beautiful))

Hey there, anon!

Okay, this here is a sensitive topic, but I think I did all right with it.

I think how the brothers would react depends on what the beauty standards are like in the Devildom. So for this, I went with the idea that while the Devildom has similar beauty standards to the human world, they're less important. I would think that demons would care more about power than appearance, especially since it's likely that at least some of them use magic to alter how they look. So the brothers probably don't know what an issue it is in the human world.

Also tried to keep it mostly gender neutral, hopefully that's okay.

Thank you for the request!

The brothers react to GN!MC telling them about human world body standards.

Warnings: A lot of discussion of body image issues, talking about diets and food in Beel's part.

Lucifer

Does not understand. Why do humans place such importance on looking perfect? He certainly sees the value in looking put together, especially when it comes to things like clothes and hygiene. Beyond that, though, he doesn't see the point in obsessing over trying to fix perceived flaws.

Does not care about your body type at all. Short? Tall? Fat? Thin? It's irrelevant to him. What matters is who you are. If he wasn't a beautiful man, it wouldn't matter because everyone would still fear him. It isn't about what you look like, it's how you carry yourself.

If you struggle, though, he's going to be sensitive about it. Will not talk about it with others around, but will casually compliment you on how nice you look. Especially if he knows you're lacking confidence for some reason. Then he'll make a point of telling you that you look good.

When you're alone, though, he showers you in compliments. Lucifer is not usually soft, so it's reserved for when you're alone with him. And that's when he takes your feelings into consideration. Don't you know that you are stunning, MC? In fact, he would say that your body is perfect simply because it is yours.

Mammon

Hang on. Human world models aren't naturally like that? Sure, he works out a little more than he might normally just because he works as a model, but it's not like he goes around doing anything drastic. Do you think he's contributing to unrealistic beauty standards in the Devildom?!

Um… well… it's hard to say? You'll probably need to reassure him that it really doesn't matter either way. The problem is not individual models, but the industry as a whole. And there are people who are working to make things better. It's just that in the human world, you have to be aware that what you see in magazines is usually heavily edited. He's gonna think that's crazy. The Great Mammon's photos are never photoshopped!

Once he gets over this little crisis, though, he's going to tell you that all of that sounds really stupid. The whole point of fashion is that it makes you feel good! It's supposed to be fun! Who cares what type of body you have? You should be able to enjoy it no matter what.

Mammon is gonna get really cute about your specific insecurities, though. If you tell him you don't like something about yourself, he's going to go out of his way to let you know that he loves it. Feeling unhappy about your stomach not being flat enough, for instance? Hey, MC! Ya don't mind if he gives ya hug, do ya? Doesn't wait for a response, just wraps his arms around you from behind so he can settle his hands directly on your stomach. Presses his face into your neck to mumble about how perfect you are because he won't say it straight to your face.

Leviathan

Baffled. More confused than Lucifer. Are you seriously trying to tell him that people in the human world care about this kind of thing? Uh oh. Now he's thinking about his body image. Does it fit with human world standards?! Do you think he's hideous, MC!?

You've got another crisis. Quick, reassure him that he has nothing to worry about! The point you're trying to make here is that human world standards are crazy and harmful. He's perfect to you and that's all that matters.

O-oh. Right. Now he's a little bashful about his reaction. Makes it clear that you're perfect to him, too. Watch as he gains more confidence in his compliments. He starts telling you about how he loves every part of you. Lists physical attributes at first, but starts getting into who you are to him. Not just your best qualities, but special moments he's had with you. How important you are to him, specifically.

If you tell him about things that you struggle with, he's going to reassure you in the moment. And then you notice that when you consume some form of media together, a lot of times there's a character that has one of those specific things that you also have. He thinks he's subtle, but you see right through him. If he finds a story line where the character learns to love themselves or something, he's definitely going to make you watch it with him. Acts like he's completely innocent, it's just a good story, you know!

Satan

Confused at first. As with Lucifer, finds such things to be completely irrelevant. Obviously, what matters is who you are inside. When someone has a heart and soul as beautiful as yours, their body simply becomes beautiful by association. Also don't you know it's about practicality? Your body exists to move you through the world, not to be pretty for other people.

Uh oh. Now he's getting angry. Why would other humans feel that you have to look a certain way for them? How could they make you feel like you aren't perfect exactly as you are? How dare they subject you to their own ideals of beauty? It's upsetting, MC!

Okay, okay, you're probably going to have to talk him down. He's livid on your behalf, but tell him how much it means to you to hear him say these things and he'll start to calm down. Realizes that getting angry about it doesn't help you in any way. Reassures you that such human world ideas are nonsense.

Starts complimenting you all the time, especially on the things he knows you're insecure about. Maybe you don't like the shape of your nose. He will say, completely straight faced, that your nose is looking really cute today. Although this sounds ridiculous, it does make you smile, so that feels like a win.

Asmodeus

Oh, MC. Don't you think he knows all about this already? Of course he does. Asmodeus is perfectly aware of how things are in the human world when it comes to beauty standards. He knows how hard it can be for some humans.

You might think he couldn't possibly understand because he's so perfect. He's always beautiful. The reality is that he believes his beauty is all he has. If he's not beautiful, who even is he? Take the moment to tell him that he's so much more than his looks. That you love him for who he is, his kindness, his bubbly personality, his creativity, etc.

He's going to tell you that all the things you do to make yourself look good should be things you're doing for yourself. Do them because they make you feel good. Do them because they give you confidence. Do them because you deserve to pamper yourself sometimes. Do them because you need to take care of yourself just as much as you take care of everybody else.

Another one who gets cute about your insecurities. What's that? Did you say you don't like your stretch marks? Well now you're laughing as he kisses every last stretch mark he can find. You learn not to say negative things about yourself around him unless you're prepared to get covered in kisses.

Beelzebub

Misunderstands. Thinks you're asking him for workout advice. You want your body to look a certain way? He knows what to do for that. Do you want him to come up with an exercise schedule for you, MC? Its up to you whether or not you decide to workout with him, but either way you'll have to tell him that's not exactly what you meant. Tell him about diets and watch the confusion get worse.

Wait, wait, wait. Humans restrict their food in an attempt to get their bodies to look a certain way? He's dumbfounded. Just thinking about it upsets him. Why in the world would you want to deprive yourself of any kind of food? You decide not to tell him just how bad this can get for people. He's having a hard enough time as it is.

Don't you dare try to do it around him, though. If you say anything about not wanting to eat something because you're worried it'll make you fat or you're watching your figure or anything else along those lines, he will frown at you. He's going to tell you that you should eat whatever you want.

Beel thinks chubby humans are really cute. They look well fed and that makes him happy. If you're already on the chubby side, he'll tell you how much he likes it. If you're not, he'll tell you how much he likes you the way you are, but if you were to change he would like you just the same.

Belphegor

Huh. Humans care about some weird stuff, don't they? It's not that Belphie is unaware of human world beauty standards, it's more like he thinks it's really dumb so he doesn't think about it most of the time. However, he does recognize what an issue it can be for a lot of people. The fact that you're bringing it up to him indicates that you struggle with it, too. And he's not okay with that.

Won't lose his shit or anything, this guy is too lazy for that. But he is annoyed on your behalf. He's annoyed that you feel insecure about any part of you because the human world had the audacity to pressure you into thinking you weren't good enough just the way you are. You don't have to change anything about yourself, MC. You're perfect.

He's actually really good at listening to you talk about your body image issues. He knows he doesn't necessarily have to participate a lot, he just needs to listen. You'll feel better once you've told him all about your struggles. Tell him everything. He's only going to speak up to tell you that he understands, but that in his eyes, those flaws you think you have don't exist.

As with a couple of his older brothers, he's going to deliberately love on the things that you mention being insecure about. Definitely more bratty about it, though. The more you protest, the more he persists. Did you just complain about how thick your thighs are? He's going to nuzzle into them like they're the softest pillow he's ever had. Loudly says he's going to take his afternoon nap right there. Try to dislodge him and you'll only make it worse.

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I really enjoyed reading A-Z with chan and changbin, can you do one for lee know as well?

hellooooo!! here's lee know's version :D sorry for taking so looooooooooong :(

A - Z with stray kids

paring: Lee Know x female!reader

warnings: harddom!minho, sub!reader, pussy eating, fingering, blowjob, praising, degradation, anal, taking photos naked, dirty talk, masturbation, calling reader whore and slut, bdsm, shower sex, crempie, public sex, getting caught, use of toys (vibrator), etc...

A: aftercare (what they're like after sex)

minho knows that sometimes he goes really hard and rough with you during sex so first thing he does is asking you if everything's alright. i don't see him being too clingy with you most of the time. is not that he doesn't likes it. is just that he isn't a clingy or touchy person.

he would lay next to you on the bed, waiting for both of you calm down from those orgasm, yeah not just one ofc. then he would turn around, face you and admire your features, smiling to himself and falling in love with you one more time.

maybe he doesn't express his love towards you that often. maybe he doesn't tells that you are his everything or say i love you a bunch of times. but believe me, he really does.

there would be other times, where he wants you. want your touch. he would pull you over him, wrap his arms around your body and hide his face on your neck without saying anything, just enjoying each other's company.

and for sure there's a lot of teasing. he loves to do that ;)

B: body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner's)

here's another ass boy!!

this man here adores your ass. i mean... there's no doubt. the way he would smack your ass anytime. he could be just playing around with you. he could be just teasing you, that's normal of him. you could be having a making our session, a slap on your ass here and there. plus he knows that it turns you on by the way you whimper and squirm.

another thing he adores about your body are your lips.

sometimes you are just too close to him and he can't help it but stare at your lips, being hypnotized by them. his tongue would unconsciously wet his own lips from how needy he gets for devouring your mouth right then and there. the amount of scenarios running over his mind about your lips against his, a rough and needy kiss... he wants it.

his favorite part of his own body are his thighs ofc and upper body.

this man knows he's hot. and he loves to tease you every time he gets to. he uses to use baggy clothes, that's why when he has to wear tight clothes, those where he shows how built he is, it drives you crazy.

he'd catch you staring at your thighs for too long than usual, or his arms, chest. that's something that boosts his ego. he would tease you with a completely visible smirk on his lips.

C: cum (anything to do with cum)

minho's a healthy person. he likes to eat healthy food and pretty sure his cum has that slight sweet taste.

where does he likes to cum? over your ass, tits, lips or pussy. just anywhere he gets to put his mouth over. just as i said, he loves your lips so he'd cum in your mouth and spread some of his load over your lips so he can devore you, lick over your lips and taste himself.

also this man is quite possessive with what's his. and you are his, right? he adores to cum inside your pussy. is his way to mark you as his. he loves to stay inside your cunt, feeling your hole tightening around his fat cock, the way your legs are wrapped around his waist and your body shaking.

D: dirty secret

he absolutely adores when you're a brat.

he likes it when you suddenly try to be more dominant, tease him, disobeying whatever he ordered. he'd let you think that you got him, letting you take the lead for a couple of minutes. he would just sit back, having a playful smirk and chuckle. but then he would suddenly grab you, bend you back down over the mattress and pound into you roughly while telling you how pathetic you looked, really thought that you would be the dominant.

deep inside loves when you do that. just being able to shut your mouth by giving you a rough kiss, placing his hand on your jaw, forcing you to open your mouth so his tongue makes his way to explore your mouth.

pounding into that little pussy that he's claimed thousands of times as his. and he doesn't cares to do it again and again.

E: experience (how experienced are they?)

i think minho is quite experienced.

you weren't his first time. maybe he had sex with some other people before you appeared in his life but it was nothing serious, just for fun. maybe there's where he learned most things he knows now and that's the reason why he is just so good in bed. and he used to watch porn often. he had his needs...

F: favorite position

his favorite position may be doggy or missionary.

in doggy position, he's able to grab your ass, watch it jiggle in sync with his thrusts. he can grab your hair and pull it back. he is able to bend you down completely, just leaving your ass up and legs spread. he has the entire lead in that position and that's what he adores. plus, if you're into anal, he could change between both of your holes.

in missionary, he likes to place a pillow under your back so his pelvis is brushing over your clit at every thrust, pulling your legs over his shoulder and go fast and deep, also slow, making you moan so loud. he a d o r e s the sight of his cock buried deep inside you pussy or ass. he loves to see how your pussy lips are gripping him so tight.

G: goofy (are they more serious in that moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i think minho is a bit humorous before sex, maybe in the foreplay. he'd be teasing you, making you giggle over some silly comment he made. but while he is at the moment, he would be serious and focus on making you feel good and being possessive over you.

he'd be talking dirty stuff and letting out some moans but focusing on your pleasure first.

H: hair (how well groomed are they?)

i think this man likes to be trimmed or maybe completely shaved. he doesn't really cares about the hair but thinks that trimmed looks better or pretty? he wants to have a "clean" look down there and doesn't let it grow too long.

and about you? he doesn't cares neither you're shaved or not. he knows that hair grows normally on women too he doesn't thinks it's gross or something like that. but he cares about your health too, he'd help you if you want to trim some hair there too.

I: intimacy (how are they during the moment? in the romantic aspect)

during sex is the moment where he can forget about his shyness and be intimate with you he doesn't do it that often but at least once.. yes he's the dominant but he still can't handle his shyness whenever he wants to demonstrate or tell you those sweet things couples always do or tell to each others and show you how much he loves you with words or actions.

sometimes he would praise you, telling you how pretty and how he is so happy to have you. he'd tell you small "i love you"s but then he'd be back to that rough minho during sex.

J: jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i think minho jerks off often that sometimes you'd catch him in the act.

when he's far away and you're not around, he would go somewhere no one bothers him and immediately video-call you. he would start talking dirty to you, turning the camera around so you can see how hard he is even if his boxers and pants are still on.

he would ask you to do the same, strip your clothes and show your pretty little pussy to him on the camara, following his instructions and is not new that we would still tease you. minho would ask you to play with you boobs, play with your little clit over your underwear and once you are fingering yourself, he'd demand you to go slow unless he says so.

all while he strokes his cock at the sight of his pretty girlfriend obeying him like the good whore he's taught you to be with him.

K: kinks

degradation/praising: he adores to mix some praise and degradation when he is talking dirty to you. most if the time he doesn't mean it, you know that he just says it thanks to the horniness of the moment. but to be honest, you love it. "such a whore for me, hm? so needy... but looking so fucking pretty like this just for me, right hun?" "you're my slut, darling. no one else's"

dirty talk: this man isn't shy about telling you what he wants to do with you, where he wants to do it and how he wants to do it. he es pretty explicit with his words and just by the thought of those scenarios, he knows you can get so horny and needy for him.

bdsm: minho doesn't just likes vanilla sex with you but to go further. he likes to tie you up and see you beg for more. he likes to see you desperate since you are not able to touch him. this man loves you to enter in that sub-space and him being the dominant. sometimes you both can be switch.

and maybe some pet play...

L: location (favorite places to do it)

his favorite place to do it is the bedroom.

this place is just the most comfortable and private you could ever ask for. but minho is pretty open to do it wherever you ask.

once you both tried doing it in the shower. he didn't think it would be that good... that experience was the hottest. the glass turned all steamy for the heat, your moans sounder even better with echo, the sound of your wet skin slapping against each other and the water running all over your body... since then, minho would join you to take a shower every time he can.

M: motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

your body, your moans, your begs, your cries, your ass. just everything about you.

he loves whenever you wear lingerie or he gets to fuck you with your underwear on. you would start stripping but when you started pulling your panties down or tried to unclasp your bra, he would stop you immediately.

he'd just grind against your clothed pussy, wanting to see you wet them and make a mess, then pull them to the side and see your pretty cunt being soaked... his cock would slide easily and the sound of that wetness... has minho moaning.

he would bend over and undo your bra himself, exposing your chest and kiss your neck and down your boobs slowly, making sure to leave marks to show how possessive he's over you.

N: no (something they wouldn't do, turn-offs)

as rough as he could be, there's things that in his pont of view, he considers extreme and a big no like breath play. he's afraid that he won't know until what point you could resist and end up hurting you or much worse.

knife play, something related with blood or includes hurting you is a completely no.

also, as he's so possessive, he won't like sharing you with someone else. and even if he did, he would definitely have strict rules such as he is the only one who can cum inside you. he's the only one who can kiss your lips... and so.

O: oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

yes, he loves your warm throat and mouth wrapping his dick. he adores cumming inside your mouth and watch you struggle when it comes to take his entire length in your mouth. he absolutely adores when he's able to kiss your lips after you had given him head and milk him for a quite long time.

but... he can't change the feeling of being to be between your legs and devouring that sweet cunt of yours like a starved man. he'd eat you out and make you see stars with his tongue and fingers. his fingers are much longer and thicker than yours so you would moan louder and even more.

he won't stop until he has you squirting all over his face. he loves your face of embarrassment but, in his eyes, that was so hot. and definitely wants to repeat it again but this time with his cock.

P: pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc)

this man is a hard dom. so ofc he likes is fast and rough most of the time.

minho knows how to move his hips and at what pace to make your mind go blurry. those hard and deep thrusts, hand around your neck to keep you in place. shit. he loves you to become undone more than once on a day.

having you with you ass up and fast pounding, legs shaking and not being able to do more but grip on the blankets. cumming twice in less than two minutes thanks to how good he feels inside you... yes, minho can do that.

Q: quickie (their opinion on quickies, how often, etc)

minho likes them but ofc rather to have more time with you.

as i said, this man is always horny so he's happy every time he can be buried deep inside your pussy.

he could do it anywhere at anytime. he could pick you up and fuck you against the wall, put you over a table, bend you over somewhere and slam himself in.

or maybe lift your skirt he'd ask you to wear, have a taste of you and make you cum so quick. or unzipping his pants, needing your mouth so bad that it hurts...

R: risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc)

he could take risks as long as is not that extreme.

minho could try doing it in public places, he doesn't care about it at all. people staring doesn't bothers him. yes, he's possessive. but they can watch, not touch. and he's proud he's the only one able to touch your body. most of the rest of the kids had caught you both more than once already and he didn't care. he just kept going.

he's open to experiment with you, if you want it too. respecting boundaries too.

S: stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

i mean... this boy is a dancer. he has a great stamina. idk if that's a good or a bad thing lmao. but- i really think he could go all night-

you would be too tired for him to keep going the entire night and he could break you with his roughness. sometimes he would slow down and focus on some kisses all over your body, taking care of you and give you some time but then he would continue with the fast pace.

the next day you would need to sleep the whole morning and afternoon-

T: toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

minho would buy a vibrator to tease you... mhm

he would buy some bullet vibrator and ask you to put it inside when you both are going out. it doesn't matter if it's some important meeting or so, he would suddenly turn it on and play with the vibrations, speeds and the intensity of the toy.

he would really enjoy seeing you struggle in talking and acting like nothing else is happening.

you would end up running to his side and hug his arm, begging him to stop and turn it off or you'd cum soon and that's his goal...

oh and he would also buy some handcuffs :D

U: unfair (how much they like to tease)

minho is the king of teasing...

this boy here would tease you in any way possible, anywhere and anytime. with his words, with his body, when you both are alone or somewhere crowded, it doesn't matter to him.

and yes he can tease you all he want and you can handle it. but if you try to tease him, he handles it until some point (not too much) and if you keep teasing him after he has had enough... mhm, punishment maybe...

V: volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc)

minho is loudddddddddddd but not that vocal.

he would moan, not minding if someone hears or what they would think. he would groan, whimper, hiss. he just enjoys sex with you too much and he's grateful about it.

just as chan, he likes you to hear him close so he would make those sounds close to your ear and use them to turn you on in purpose.

he's even louder when you're giving him head and he's deep inside your throat. whenever you let him use your mouth as his own fleshlight, you drive him insane and he is a moaning mess.

and those curses under his breath. he's so hot for that omg.

W: wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he has a hidden album of photos of you...

once you were taking cute pictures with his phone and you wanted to see the results but you ended up finding a hidden album on his gallery. since you knew the password, it wasn't too hard to get in.

you were shocked and at first you thought it was someone else's pictures but you have seen those marks of hickeys and bites somewhere else.

oh...

it was you. you have heart-shaped hickeys on your inner thighs made by minho yesterday. now you were completely blushed. a tomato.

there were more pictures. none of them shower your face but was photos of your cunt full of minho's cum. photos of your skin bruised with his hickeys and like marks he adores to see on your skin.

you trust on minho so much that you didn't really mind about them that you even took more yourself...

X: x-ray (let's see what's going under those clothes)

his boy is big. H U G E...

i would say that minho's cock is about 7.5-8 inches long and he's kinda thick. perfect to make you feel so full and reach those sweet spots inside your pussy. also the head of it it's slightly thicker than the rest of his dick.

minho is a little box of surprises...

Y: yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

i think that minho had the highest sex drive out of stray kids. idk. i see him being horny quite often and making dirty jokes every time he could. maybe even being dirty minded when someone say some random comment of you know what i mean... and you could tell that with the sudden smirk that he gave you.

Z: zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterward)

minho stays awake for a while more after you've fell asleep already. maybe he would clean the mess, pick up the clothes from the floor and organize everything so you won't have to do it once you're awake. once he's done with everything, he can get back to bed, hug you from your back and sleep peacefully with you after kissing your cheek and forehead.

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