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centaurisolarflare · 1 year

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König NSFW Headcannons

It’s the quiet ones; it’s always the quiet ones. NSFW, obviously, minors DNI (SFW headcannons here). A lot of x reader babbling because I am down horrendous for this man. Again, this got incredibly out of hand, and I needed to just stop. Enjoy the filth, my loves.

- I wholeheartedly believe this man is amazing at foreplay. Maybe it’s inadvertent, but he wants to experience as much of you as he can for as long as he can. He loves just kissing you and feeling your body move against his, he wants the time to trace over every inch of you. He’s fascinated by the way your muscles and bones move under your skin and he loves mapping out any freckles/moles/marks/scars/etc you have.

- Treats sex like a skill, something he can hone, something he will make himself good at it for you. He catalogs your responses, memorizes your facial expressions, and takes careful note of how each touch affects you. He wants to be deliberate about how he makes you feel; he puts so much effort into learning how your body reacts to him until he’s an expert at taking you apart piece by piece.

- Praise this man. Do it. All the time. Tell him how good he’s doing, how sweet he is, how good he makes you feel, how beautiful he looks. He’ll blush and duck his head, but he thrives on your words.

-- He’ll whine when you grab his jaw and make him look at you. Make him repeat your praise back to you, make him say that he’s so pretty, that he’s such a good boy, make him say he’s yours and yours alone. Make him stumble through the compliments and clench around him when he’s nearly got the words out properly; laugh when he cuts himself off with a gasp and moans and flexes his fingers into your skin, and make him say the praise again.

- Marks. He wants them and wants to give them. He wants dark bruises that are impossible for him to ignore with the way they ache every time he moves his neck. He wants bite marks everywhere and he wants scratches on his back and arms. He doesn’t mind if you make him bleed with your nails or teeth; he wants to keep the stinging feeling for as long as possible. Definitely the type to press his fingers hard against his bruises to feel them hurt and to make them stay longer. When they eventually do fade, he wants you to give him new ones immediately. If you want marks too, he’ll go just as feral on you.

-- Can’t think straight when you unabashedly show off the marks he gave you. Because he knew he was doing then, he knew there’d be marks when he was sucking and biting at your skin again and again. He knew there’d be bruises where he held onto you a little too hard. But you’d moaned so sweet and told him to keep going, to cover you, and how could he have refused? Now, in the light of day, in public, with people around, he can’t help but flinch at the openness you share them with the world. Because people see. Fuck, people stare at the patchwork of mottled bruises and aggravated blood vessels on your neck, your chest, your collar bones. At the line of dark hickeys stretching from just below your ear, down the beautiful line of your throat, across your chest to where they disappear under your shirt. At the clear shape of his fingertips bruised into your hip when your shirt rides up as you reach for something – something you didn’t even have to reach for because he’s right here and the size of a fucking mountain. You just grin and wink when he puts a hand on your side and grabs the thing for you, and he goes beet red because that’s- that’s how you got that bruise in the first place, from his hand sprawled out against you, fingers gripping into your soft flesh, and his head is fuzzy with it as he snatches his hand back. And you go about your business cool as can be, as if you’re totally unaware of the people around and what you’re doing to him. You’re in a grocery store for fucks sake. It’s agonizing and he’s so conflicted because he’s so antsy about the attention, but he also just wants to mark you up even more. People see and they see you with him and they know. They know he did that to you; they know you let him do that to you. They know, and he feels half wild with it, a little drunk with how they know you’re his because you’re showing them you’re his.

-- He likes giving you hickeys even in non-sexual situations too – for example, if you’re sitting in his lap reading, he’s got his nose pressed against your neck and he’s mouthing at the side of your throat and across your shoulders, and you just end up with several bruises sucked into your skin. He just really likes doing it.

- Before being involved with you he actively tried to ignore his body. Being so tall and imposing served him well for his jobs in the military, and his muscles were a product of maintaining that use, but outside of work his build was just something that drew more unwanted attention to him. The first time you got his shirt off you took a stunned moment to step back and sweep your eyes over him, and he was immediately on edge. The nervous feeling, the anticipation of your disapproval, half dissipated when you locked your bright eyes on his with a sharp grin and yanked him down into a hungry kiss.

-- The first time you saw his cock he would have laughed – if he weren’t so nervous – at the wide-eyed, parted-lips look you gave him. He jumped in surprise when you took him in your hand and groaned at the feel of him. He timidly asked if you were alright and nearly laughed again when you rushed out a breathless string of “König there’s no fucking way you think this is average, I’m going to kill you if you think this is normal, I’m literally going to sue if you’re unaware of how fucking big you are, fuck”. He didn’t respond verbally, but shrugged his shoulders as if to say, “how should I have known?” and does start smiling at your incredulous grumbling. Nothing had prepared him for the dark stab of heat through his gut when you looked your pretty eyes up at him and said, with all the earnest sincerity in the world, “You’re gonna split me in half, big boy; I’m gonna feel you for days.”

-- Now he can’t get enough of watching your face as he pushes his cock into you. The way you whine as he guides your hips down. He is mesmerized by the visible bulge in your stomach when he’s all the way inside of you, watching it reappear each time he sinks into you – he pressed his palm flat down on it for the first time and nearly came right then and there when you choked out the most pathetic, keening noise he’s ever heard and scrabbled to grab at his biceps.

-- Fucks you against the wall, holding you up with his hands tight on your waist, sliding you down on his cock like you’re a fucking toy, listening to your punched out gasps each time he fills you.

-- He loves how he has to take his time getting even his fingers inside you.

-- Loves how he can easily hold both of your wrists in one hand and how large his hands look against your body

-- Loves when you’re on top and you settle into his lap, gasping for air because you swear you can feel him in your fucking throat, panting against his neck about how big he is. When you push his shoulders down and splay your fingers out across his abdomen and bounce in his lap. When you make him hold his arms above his head – looking down at him as you take his cock again and again – telling him how good he is, how pretty he looks letting you use him, the stuttered “y-yes ma’am” he manages to choke out when you ask him point blank if he likes getting used like this, if he’d let you ride him until you’re satiated but he’s still hard and aching.

-- Fucked you in front of a mirror – both of you on your knees, you in front of him between his thighs, with one of his arms banded across your stomach, his hand covering your hip, and the other up around your throat with his forearm pressed against your chest – and, fuck, it nearly ruined him to see how his body dwarfed yours. He held you tight against his chest, occasionally ducking his head down to suck busies into your throat and shoulders, but he mostly made you keep your eyes on him through the mirror. Watched the way your breath hitched as he fucked into you, the way you wanted to crumple forwards when he snaked his hand down between your legs but the other hand around your throat kept you upright, murmuring against your ear about how beautiful you are and how you take him so well.

- All the above size kink shenanigans being said, he won’t fuck you until you’re ready for it. No matter how desperate you are, how much you beg him to just put his cock in you already, he won’t. Not until he’s worked you open with his fingers and tongue and he’s absolutely sure he won’t hurt you. He furrows his brows with this cute little frown when you beg him and promise you’ll be fine, like he can’t believe how desperate you are for his cock, and tells you how “no, you are not supposed to be this tight, it will not feel good for you, let me relax you, let me make you feel good”

-- And on that note, he loves you absolutely dripping for him. Slick and hot and already sensitive. He wants you close to crying for it by the time he pushes his cock into you.

- He will shove his fingers in your mouth and press down on your tongue as he fucks you.

- He fucking loves eating you out. Like to an obsessive degree. He’s gotten so damn good at it that it’s impossible to say no. Sometimes when his mind is too busy and too fast, he just wants to lick into you until all he can focus on is how you taste, your hands tugging at his hair, and the sweet noises you make for him. He’s gotten off so many times rutting against the sheets just from having his head between your thighs; the first time it happened he was so embarrassed, and you were just stunned and amazed that he came practically untouched from how much he enjoyed pleasuring you like that, you had to reassure him that you weren’t mad or disappointed and he got so sheepish when you explained exactly how hot it was.

-- This man wants you to sit on his face so fucking badly but he’s too shy to say anything. The moment you bring it up or ask him about it he is hauling you up his body, desperate to get his mouth on you. Doesn’t let you hover, he wraps his arms up around your legs, fingers digging into the soft flesh on the inside of your thighs, and pulls you down until you settle your full weight on him. Eats like he’s fucking starved, cannot get enough of the taste of you. He’ll watch you the whole time he does it, starring up at you with such a blaze in his eyes that it’s honestly a little frightening, he’s so intense about it but he just doesn’t want to miss any of how beautifully your body shakes for him. You’re reminded of his sheer strength when he won’t let you up; he doesn’t even bother with words, he just makes a dissatisfied noise against you and seals you down with an iron grip. You’ll literally have to be crying from overstimulation and yanking at his hair to get him to take his fucking mouth off you.

- I think he’d prefer to give you oral but of course he loves when you suck him off, seeing you look up at him through your lashes and wrap your pretty lips around his cock. Loves watching you struggle to take as much of him as you can.

-- When you first started giving him blowjobs, he had no idea what to do with his hands and even when you told him he could touch and even pull your hair he was so afraid of hurting you.

-- Holds your jaw/cheek and hair so gently, even when his hands are shaking and he’s fucking into your mouth. He’s downright ashamed of how much he likes it when you take him too far and gag, how he loves seeing the tears gather in your eyes when you try to take him in your throat.

-- Loves when you’re mean about it – jerking him off and sucking the head of his cock until he can’t stand it but not letting him cum, popping off him with a filthy wet noise, asking him what’s wrong as he gasps and bucks his hips because you’re rubbing your thumb over his slit and it feels so good but he thinks he’s going to die from it.

- Along that topic, he loves edging and love-hates overstimulation. I think he’s got fantastic stamina so you’ve either got to have him fuck you several times or edge him within an inch of his life. Loves that desperate feeling when you bring him so close to cumming only to back off, over and over again until everything is hazy and all he knows how to do is beg you to let him finish. When you don’t stop after he cums he gets this quick sharp realization that he’s absolutely screwed because it’s too much and now he’s begging you to stop, whimpering and twitching his hips but it’s too much and he’s got tears running down his face and you’re telling him he can cum again.

-- Overstimulates you all the time because, again, stamina, and because he just fundamentally can’t get enough of you. Loves when you’re shaking, clawing at him and sobbing with these little hiccup gasps, and can barely say anything except his name and “please”

- Okay, okay, I said about how he loves watching you put on makeup. So maybe, maybe, one day he’d let/ask you to put some on him. Just to see how it looks, how it feels to have on. He loves the look of concentration you fix on him the entire time, getting a little bashful when you hold his chin and appraise your work before grabbing something for the next step. When you’re done you sit with him as he looks in the mirror and he’s shocked. He wasn’t sure what he expected from this curiosity, but it isn’t heavy, and he doesn’t look like a clown. He looks… pretty. You’ve made him look soft and delicate, like he deserves the shimmer you’ve put at the corners of his eyes and the faint color on his lips. It twists something equal parts visceral and shameful in his gut, but his cock certainty takes interest in the proceedings when you tell him how beautiful he looks and how he’d look even better with the lip-gloss smeared and the mascara running down his cheeks.

- Another thing I alluded to in my last sfw headcannons list: he’s cum in his pants before. That specific time I was talking about I think would be the first time he ever did it and he was fucking mortified. Like, would have run out of the room had you not been literally in his lap. He’s blushing so badly you can practically feel the heat coming off his face. He’s not even trying to talk; he’s just got his head tilted back with his hands pressed to his face. Mortified. He didn’t mean to. Obviously, he didn’t mean to. But you were so close to him, and you smelled so good, and you were kissing him – licking into his mouth like you wanted to consume him, biting at his lower lip, pulling the collar of his shirt aside so you could mouth and nip at his throat, barely giving him time to breathe. He was so hard it was nearly painful and all any of his senses could pick up on was you and he just. He just came in his fucking pants. And now he feels like he’s going to cry. But you’re speaking to him softly and nudging his hands away from his bright red face and you’re smiling at him. Once he calms down enough for you to convince him that you don’t think he’s pathetic he watches, transfixed, as you skim your fingers over the wet patch on his pants and he full-body shivers at the way you’re looking at him – all heat and predatory intent – and he’s still just trying to wrap his head around the fact that you still want him even after he made such a fool out of himself. It’s definitely not the last time it happens, given how much you like to wind him up, and he gets a little more comfortable with the whole thing as you repeatedly tell him how much you like seeing him lose it.

- While we’re talking about cumming, he loves to cum inside you. He buries himself as deep as possible, which is pretty fuckin’ deep, and stays pressed as close as he can the entire time he cums. Then he pulls out and holds your thighs apart with bruising strength and just watches you twitch as his cum leaks out of you. He fucking groans at the sight like you’ve pulled the sound out of his lungs. He’ll push it back into you with his fingers just to watch it leak out again.

- Tall man. Well-muscled man. Hmm. He absolutely does the Knee Thing. If you’re making out laying down and he’s half-kneeling, leaning over you with his weight braced on his forearms, he’ll absolutely be slotting his leg between yours, pressing his thigh firmly against you. The first time he does it instinctively, just by nature of being as big as he is and trying to balance above you but also be as close as possible. He’s amazed that you feel so strongly about such a simple action but when you start to buck your hips against his leg, he vows to always do it. Which means he later figures out he can shove his thigh up between your legs while he’s got you backed against a wall; and because he’s so tall he can force you to drop almost all of your weight on him, your toes barely touching the floor as you squirm.

- So, I also think he’d really like thigh-riding. He loves seeing you so desperate and grinding against him, too needy and impatient to do anything else. He loves how you whine and grab his shoulders and try to get the perfect friction. He’ll move you himself, guiding you with his hands gripping your hips. Loves how you react when he flexes the thick, corded muscle against you. Seeing you fall apart like this kind of makes him understand why you like seeing him cum in his pants.

- He is so incredibly careful with you. The very last thing he wants to do is hurt you, he’d never forgive himself. I think one of his limits is he won’t hit/slap you in any form. Even if you’re into it, he can’t shake the sickening feeling that he’d be hurting you so it’s a go-no. He was shaky but vehement when he told you it was just something he couldn’t do.

- I also don’t think he be a fan of any sort of degradation – he wants to be praised and all he wants to do is praise you. He’d never call you any degrading names.

- Loves lazy morning sex and any instance where you two have time to be slow and he can just hold you and kiss you everywhere he can reach.

- He loves tying you up, loves the trust you place in him when you let him restrict your mobility. I think he’d really enjoy shibari (intricate rope bondage). He likes the artistic and technical aspect of the knots; it’s an almost therapeutic process to create different patterns and restraints across your body. He likes how relaxed and calm you get, pliant as he shifts you around, the dopey-eyed looks and lazy smiles and contented hums you give him. He loves the way the rope looks against your skin, and he loves the marks they leave after. He loves the intimacy of tying you up, the intensity of having you tied up, and the returning intimacy of untying you – he murmurs praise to you as he removes the rope, he presses kisses at each place he undoes a knot, rubbing your muscles and soothing the skin that has marks.

-- I don’t think he’d be particularly into bondage on himself. The most he’d do is a pair of soft leather cuffs, but if he’s ever been captured and tied up or cuffed by an enemy then he will absolutely not like bondage on him.

-- That being said, I think he absolutely fucking thrives with mental bondage. You tell him to keep his arms at his sides and he will not move them. You tell him to keep his wrists crossed above his head and that’s where they’ll stay until you tell him otherwise. You tell him not to move his hips, to keep his hands on the headboard, to keep his mouth open, you tell him anything and he will do it. It doesn’t matter that you don’t actually have the strength to physically hold him down. It doesn’t matter how needy and desperate he gets, how much he shakes and whines, it doesn’t even matter if he’s crying and begging. He’s disciplined and you told him not to move so he won’t move, not one single inch.

- Aftercare king when he’s the dominant one. At a minimum he makes sure you drink water, gets you your favorite snack, makes sure you communicate how you’re feeling, tells you how good you did and how much he enjoyed you, cleans you up, and will hold you for as long as you want. This man will do anything to make sure you’re comfortable and happy.

-- When he needs aftercare, he’d particularly need lots of reassurance. He’s always worrying about whether or not he did well with regular sex so for more intense stuff he needs your soothing words even more. I think he’d really like to have you in his lap with his arms locked around your waist and his face buried in your neck, listening to your breathing or you humming, while you rub your hands up and down his back – the soft noise and the repetitive motion grounds him and he likes to be able to smell the lingering perfume and sweat-salt on your neck. He won’t talk right away but eventually you’ll get to verbally check in with him. No matter how long you stay with him he’s always going to be a little grumpy when you tell him you have to get up and get him hydrated and clean.

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athforskz · 2 months

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Body Worship - Seo Changbin

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Pairing: Changbin x reader (afab)

wc: ~2.7k

Type: Angst, smut, established relationship

Warnings: Insecurities (body image issues), cursing, mention of online bullying & death threats, crying, tons of kissing, love bites/ marking, sensory play (reader is blindfolded), unprotected piv, use of sex toys, prone bone, aftercare. Let me know if I missed any!

a/n: I don’t care who you are, but every single one of you is beautiful! You better believe it or I’ll send Changbin after you, myself! 😤

Enjoy lovelies!

It had been weeks since you showed your face to the public or been out of the house for that matter. All you wanted to do was stay home in your cozy bed and sleep. To say you were insecure was an understatement. Your boyfriend, Changbin, hadn’t really minded your increasing tendencies to stay in bed. He figured you were just catching up on some much needed rest. However, when it was creeping up on the third week of you turning down his date ideas he started to get worried.

“Bunny, you doing okay today?”

“I’m fine, Binnie.” You sighed from underneath the pile of blankets.

Changbin let out a frustrated groan. He knew you weren’t fine, but he couldn’t figure out why. He finally had vacation time and all he wanted to do was spend it with you. Take you out to all your favorite places and maybe make some new adventures.

You, on the other hand, despised the thought of it. Not because you didn’t want to spend quality time with your beloved boyfriend, but because of what his fans and media might think. You and Changbin had started dating a little over two years ago. At first the relationship was kept a secret with only his group members, close friends, and family knowing of your status. But once you both had felt comfortable you guys decided to make your relationship public. For the most part, it went over well with Stays accepting your presence and news outlets making headlines about you dating the K-pop idol.

Even though the majority of fans and media welcomed you, there were still toxic fans and tabloids that tried to tear you down. Normally, you wouldn’t let the hate get to you, but some of the things you read in news articles or comments fans made chipped away at your confidence bit by bit. It started off with an unflattering photo caught by paparazzi when you and Changbin were headed to the airport, then the comments began rolling in.

‘Her face looks so uneven’

‘She dresses like a toddler’

‘Changbin could do so much better’

You wanted to ignore it all. Push all the hate aside and continue with the happiness you found in Changbin. But just when you were getting used to the mild negativity, the death threats came. Some crazy fans had found your personal accounts, threatening you to stay away from their Changbin. There had even been a trending tag on Twitter reading ‘Save Binnie from his scrooge girlfriend.’

That was your final straw, the final push that had sent you into recluse mode almost three weeks ago. You started nitpicking your looks and facial features. You became hyper aware of every scar and stretch mark on your body. You would stand in the mirror pinching the chub of your stomach or thighs. Everything made you feel disgusted with yourself and the only way to feel any kind of comfort was to hide away.

“Come on, you have to talk to me eventually.” Changbin wouldn’t leave you alone.

“Talk about what? There’s nothing wrong…” you lied through your teeth.

Changbin pulled the duvet from your curled form. You whined trying to grab it back from him.

“Binnieeee, please just leave me be right now.”

“Not until you’re honest with me,” he retorted.

You simply laid there feeling defeated, covering your face with your hands as tears welled at your lash line. He could hear the faint sniffles you were trying to keep quiet. Changbin became increasingly concerned and grabbed your wrists to move them away from your face.

“Hey, hey baby, why are you crying? Please talk to me. I am begging you.” He was pleading with you.

“Why are you still with me…?” You averted your eyes, not able to look your boyfriend in the face.

“What are you talking about? I’m with you because I love you and you make me the happiest man on earth.”

“But I’m nothing more than an ugly fucking scrooge!” You had snapped, tears full on running down your cheeks as you completely turned your face away.

Bin placed his hands on either side of your cheeks making you look at him.

“Why are you saying this? Please don’t talk down about yourself, it breaks my heart to see you hurting.”

“Social media and some of your fans have been saying rude things. But now I see that it’s all true.” You mumbled, halfway hoping he wouldn’t hear you, but he did.

“None of it is true. You have to stop paying attention to those haters.” He said softly as he rubbed your cheeks with the pad of his thumbs.

“You’re only saying that..” you tried to pull out of his hold but he kept you close.

“Baby, you are the most gorgeous thing to have ever walked this universe. People are always graced by your beauty when you walk into a room. I am beyond lucky to call you mine and I’ll personally fight anyone who thinks otherwise.” He declared to you.

“So you don’t think I look like the scrooge?” You sniffled.

He chuckled while shaking his head, “course not. You are my beautiful babes.”

“I- I don’t believe it. I’m sorry.. I just feel so ugly and unworthy of you.” You sobbed again.

Changbin pulled you in close placing a gentle kiss on your forehead before getting off the bed. “Guess I’ll just have to prove it to you. Make you believe it.” He simply stated while walking around the shared bedroom gathering a few items and even lighting a couple of candles.

For a minute you were confused. How was he going to achieve a seemingly impossible task? You had your mind made up and there was no changing it. Your insecurities were set in stone.

After Bin had gathered what he was looking for he kneeled on the bed in front of where you were now sat up.

“Close your eyes f’ me.” He said calmly.

“Bin, I don’t think-“ you tried to resist.

“That wasn’t a request, bunny.”

You shut your mouth and followed his command, closing your eyes. You could feel some kind of thick silk being wrapped around your head, making sure you couldn’t see anything.

“What are you doing?” You inquired.

“Shhh, I’m going to be the one asking questions. Understand?”

“…yes,” you whispered.

“That’s my girl,” he praised. Changbin ran his fingers through your hair, landing his palm on the crown of your head massaging just the way you liked it. You began to relax, your previous sobbing and sniffles coming to a stop. He then gripped onto the roots of your hair and maneuvered your head to the side so he had easy access to your neck.

“Can’t believe you’d talk about yourself - my girl - in such a way. You have a wonderful mind and a beautiful body and I intend to worship all of it. Show you exactly what I see.” He placed a kiss on your neck, sucking and biting the flesh which will surely leave a mark.

“You’re so pretty, so damn pretty.” He murmured with his lips still pressed under your jaw, moving to another spot to mark. Your breath hitched when you felt his tongue lick up the column of your neck.

Needless to say, you and Bin hadn’t been the most intimate the last few weeks. So every kiss and every touch he gave you made you feel more sensitive. The way his hands caressed down your waist until he reached the hem of your shirt set your skin on fire. He pulled the clothing over your head and tossed it on the floor. You covered your chest with your arms out of reflex, but he stopped you.

“Don’t hide this gorgeous body from me, sweetheart. I need to see you. I crave you.” He said in an almost animalistic tone. It sent shivers down your spine. Bin placed his hand between your breasts and lightly pushed you down to lay flat on your back. He then slid his hand to the side to cup and squeeze your right breast. “Such beautiful tits you have,” he leaned down to suck on the left. “So squishy and perfect,” he’d say between sucks and licks to your nipples.

You started letting out airy moans at his ministrations on your chest. Changbin came up to place another kiss on your lips before kissing down your sternum and down your stomach. The motions made you tense as you especially hated your abdomen. He sensed the change in your body language and rubbed your sides spending extra time there. His fingertips hooking into the hem of your sweatpants, pulling them down along with your panties.

“Binnie.. don’t look please.” You started shaking from anxiety.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s just me. Binnie’s got you, bunny.” He reassured you as he continued his kissing assault on your middle.

“I especially love your soft tummy. One of my favorite parts of you and the best place to lay my head when we cuddle.” Changbin affirmed. You whined at his declaration, then you felt him go even lower, spreading your legs apart. You wanted to close them so badly but you know he’d just pull them open again. You couldn’t deny that you were dripping with arousal at this point. He landed a kiss on your wet core making you shudder. Then you heard him shuffling for something next to you. You kind of hated not being able to see anything but in a way it made you calmer.

A few more seconds passed before you felt your boyfriend shift and a cold object was placed directly in your clit. Changbin clicked the device making it come to life. It was your vibrator. The sudden feeling making your body jolt and a whimper escape your lips. You couldn’t see it, but you could practically feel the smirk Bin would most certainly be sporting right now.

“Now, you don’t get to cum until you admit how beautiful you are. Got it?” He established a rule that he wanted to make sure you understood.

“Nng I- I can’t!” The vibrations were already drawing you close.

“Oh you will, bunny.” He said matter of factly.

Changbin kept the little toy in place on your clit as his other hand along with his lips explored every other inch of your body. He chanted how beautiful, gorgeous, and stunning you were like a mantra. You tried to hold your orgasm back as long as you could but he knew you were on the edge by the way your hips bucked.

“C’mon, say it. Lemme hear ya, honey.”

Your brain went fuzzy and you just wanted to cum so bad. “M’ pretty! Fuck, s’ pretty!” You called out.

“Good girl, that’s right baby. Good job,” he praised.

You were panting, trying to catch your breath as he let you calm down from your high. Changbin removed the vibrator from your soaked pussy, tossing it aside.

Once your boyfriend felt you were ready he maneuvered you so you were laying on your front, facing your body to the foot end of the bed. He then placed a pillow under your lower tummy to make sure you were comfortable. You could feel him situate himself between your legs behind you, his weight slowly pressing onto your back. You felt a light tug to the silk ribbon he had tied around your eyes some time ago. It fell away, allowing you to see again. You blinked a few times to adjust to the lighting. When your eyes focused you could see he had moved you so you could see yourself in the mirror that was placed at the opposite side of the room. You immediately hid your face in the mattress, not wanting to bear witness to the reflection in front of you.

“Don’t look away, bun. Wan’ you to see how absolutely ethereal you look when we fuck.” He nipped at your ear before reaching a hand around to the front of you to grab under your jaw and lift your head. In your haste to hideaway you hadn’t noticed that Changbin was naked on top of you. You wondered how you could feel his cock throbbing so clearly on your thigh.

“Don’t wanna look,” you whined while locking eyes with him through the mirror.

“But you just have to see what I see when you cum. You look so pretty when you cum, baby.” You knew there was no protesting, so you simply nodded.

Changbin lifted his hips slightly so he could line his cock up with your entrance that was currently clenching around nothing. He sank into you slowly, allowing you to adjust. Bin’s cock was thick and the stretch always burned deliciously when he first entered. You let out a breathy moan as he started to grind his hips into your core. The sound of skin smacking as he bounced off your ass.

He could see your eyes glaze over with lust as pleasure overtook you. You kept your gaze on the mirror as your boyfriend fucked into you mercilessly from behind. “Yeah, that’s it, babe. So fucking gorgeous, my girl- ah,” he landed a harsh slap to your rear making the skin ripple. You let out a squeak between the string of moans falling from your lips.

Binnie leaned down placing kisses on your back and shoulders, occasionally biting to leave his mark. He’d look up every few thrusts to make sure you were still watching yourself and at one point he saw the position of your eyes shift. You had siren eyes and your moans became more throaty, indicating to him that you were definitely into it. Into checking yourself out which is exactly what he wanted.

Suddenly, Changbin reached around to grip your neck and pull you up against his chest. Making you both kneel while his other arm wrapped across your waist. His cock reached deeper this way and hit that spot that drove you wild. The knot in your core threatened to snap with every harsh pump of his dick.

“M’ gonna cum! B-bin please!” You screamed while looking up at the ceiling, your vision becoming blurry.

Changbin redirected your gaze to the mirror again as he felt your body spasming from your release.

“Mm fuck look how gorgeous y’ look cummin’ on my cock like that,” he said between grunts as his own high washed over him. His seed spurting into you in waves.

“So.. gorgeous,” you repeated as your orgasm finished wracking your body. You couldn’t help but watch how your body glowed after your second release of the night. A thin sheen of sweat adorning your body, almost looking like you were sparkling. You looked positively hot, maybe you could see in yourself what your boyfriend saw.

You both stayed like that for a while, connected and calming down from the mind blowing sex. Changbin pulled out after a few more minutes then went to the bathroom to run a hot bath for the both of you. You laid on the bed feeling uncomfortably sticky from the sweat drying. Before you knew it your boyfriend had returned and picked you up bridal style in his strong arms and carried you to the bath. You giggled and kicked your feet at his display of strength.

“Binnie! I can walk by myself ya know?”

“I just fucked you senseless and you think you’d be able to walk straight?” He chuckled.

You huffed in response as he gently lowered you into the water. The warmth encapsulating your body. Changbin stepped in to sit behind you and pulled you back so you were laying on his broad chest. He kissed the side of your head and whispered sweet nothings in your ear while lightly tracing the love bites that were bruising on your skin.

Somehow the marks made you feel even more confident. They were symbols of your loving boyfriend and that in itself was beautiful to you.

Likes, comments, and reblogs are always very much appreciated!

Taglist: @doitforbangchan / @jehhskz

#stray kids #skz #mdni #skz imagines #stray kids fanfic #changbin #seo changbin #changbin smut #changbin x reader #changbin x you #18+ mdni #stray kids angst #stray kids smut #changbin angst #changbin fic

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jasonsmirrorball · 9 months

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MEANT JUST FOR YOU JASON TODD (college! au)

↳ love makes its home in your bed, and you draw constellations on jason's back

blank blogs DNI you will be blocked

Your fingers itch for a paintbrush when you return from the bathroom to the sight of your boyfriend sprawled out on your sheets. He looks at home amongst the bedding, a pillow tucked under his arm, the quilt strewn haphazardly over his legs in a manner that is more artful than it ought to be, devastatingly picturesque and for your eyes only. Soft muscles ripple in his back as he shifts, and you linger in the doorway, admiring him.

He picks his head up, strands of hair falling forward into his eyes. You push off the doorframe and slip into bed beside him, fingers threading easily through his hair when he presses a nose into your thigh. Jason shifts, and you watch in quiet amusement as he maneuvers himself between your legs, settling himself there with an affirming sigh.

“Hi,” you whisper, and he hums, kissing your stomach. An arm comes around your lap loosely, hugging you to him. You smooth his hair down away from his face, thumb skimming a sloping path across his cheek. The weight of him is grounding, and warm, and you can smell the lingering notes of your soap on him.

“Hair’s getting long,” you murmur, scratching at his scalp. He murmurs into your side.

“Gonna get it cut soon.”

“It doesn’t look so bad,” you muse, and you can feel his mouth curve through the thin fabric of your top.

“Thanks, angel.”

“Anytime,” you whisper. Even now, your face warms a little at the term of endearment.

The setting sun throws a bolt of red through your bedroom window, painting Jason in crimson. You raise your fingers to the light, feeling the gentle warmth and receiving a soft, dissatisfied grumble in return. There’s a laugh in your whispered apology, and you lower your hand once more, but it is not to his head that you return, fingers tracing along his shoulders.

In the fading light, you make out the bumps and pale lines of childhood scars, beauty marks that kiss the expanse of his torso. You brush over each of them, feeling his breaths under your touch. He is soft, and warm, golden and utterly handsome. You knead his skin with gentle hands, smoothing your hand up and down his back. The soft, downy hairs at his nape curl so sweetly, you trace them with a finger, rewarded with a sigh and a squeeze of your sides.

He’s halfway to sleep, you’d wager. Later, he will wake to the yawning mouth of an empty stomach and the room will have gone cold. You bite back a smile at the image you can already see, his hair flattened on one side and sleep marks against his cheek. He’ll fall asleep after rooting about your pantry and fridge, coming back to bed and kissing you so sweetly it travels through the veil of sleep to meet you in your dreams.

For now, he lies between the cradle of your hips. Short breaths stretch deeper, and you watch the colours of autumn bathe him in their hues as he settles into sleep.

short and sweet, because love is, among other things, stored in bed. i think jason is the type to twitch while he's falling asleep lmfao he's taking a nap on you and all of a sudden his arm just flails out. just boyfriend things.

p.s. please send jason asks i love talking about him so much

#jason todd x reader #jason todd reader insert #jason todd imagine #jay my heart #jersey boy au #jason todd college!au #jasonsmirrorball

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spookyscarydemonbabe · 1 year

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F- Favorite Position

A/N- I know this one is a little shorter than normal but i love being able to write fics that have to do with descriptions, especially when it comes to talking about things that people are normally insecure about 🥰 to be honest, being able to write about things like that help me with my own insecurities (because let’s face it, Eddie doesn’t have a type and would love every one of us no matter how big or small we were) For those of you who aren’t aware, this is a fic for my series based on my NSFW Alphabet :)

Genre- Fluff, Smut

Warnings- Descriptions of body parts during sex (almost every body part i could think of to be honest 😅), reader has female anatomy

Tag List- @imagine-all-the-imagines @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @munsonology @esme-viridian @heydreamchild

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The sounds of wet skin slapping and whatever cassette tape he had put into his stereo became afterthoughts as his eyes peeked open at the sight beneath him, and once his gaze saw your body he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

Your hair sprawled over the pillow beneath your head, little wisps of it sticking to your neck and forehead from the sweat and saliva stuck to your skin. A few strands had found their way over your eyes and Eddie reached his hand out to move them for you, giving you the chance to look up and meet his gaze as he was towered over you. He knew that as soon as you were finished there would be little mats and tangles that would have to be brushed out the next morning just like always.

Your face was flushed with the glowing pink that he loved to see. It wasn’t the same blush you had on your face when he kissed you or when he showered you with little compliments, this was a blush of pure love and pleasure. Pink was washed over your whole body, and you were practically glowing, and though the lights were off Eddie could’ve sworn your skin sparkled under the pale light of the moon that crept in through his curtains.

Your neck and chest were littered with hickeys and teeth marks, and though Eddie always tried his best to keep them in places that could be hidden, he couldn’t help but want to get his mouth on every part of you that it could reach. Your throat was bruised and your nipples were still sensitive from being between Eddie’s lips, and another shrill moan escaped your lips when his hand reached out to gently graze over them with his fingertips.

He watched as your breasts and tummy bounced and swayed with each deep slow thrust into you, and without a doubt this was his favorite part of towering over you. Just the sight of your body moving to his touch, your flesh feeling so plush against his body, the soft skin of your tummy caving beneath his fingertips each time he dragged them over your body.

He looked down between your bodies and watched as your legs moved with his waist as they wrapped around them, pulling him closer each time he thrusted into you. His hands moving from the sides of your head to holding onto your hips, slowing his pace to take in every inch of your body that his eyes could find.

Each and every part of you looked so beautiful, angelic even, every time he was on top of you and he never wanted to stop seeing you in this state.

Your body entirely exposed for him to admire and appreciate. He knew every curve and how your skin dipped under his touch, he memorized every mole and freckle and knew how you loved it when his fingers tickled over them, he kissed every scar and stretch mark on your body that he could find because he knew how insecure they made you.

He loved you, he loved your body, he loved your soul, and he loved how each time he made love to you he could watch how he made you feel just from watching your figure writhe beneath him.

You were his goddess, his diety, and all he wanted was to give you the praise and adoration that he knew you wanted from him.

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic

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wannabe-amateur-writer · 1 year

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MC isn't a sheep!!

So we're not an actual sheep. Thankfully. Imagine if MC returned to the human world and the brothers missed them so much they decided to pay them a visit only to see us in human form and be like ??? Who the fk are you?

It'd be a good time for MC to hit them with a 'ur mum' joke.

But seriously I'd be super self conscious if we did get transformed into a sheep and eventually they all saw what we look like in human form because like I'm assuming beauty standards are fricking insane in Devildom especially because people don't grow old there so... Yh no.

On the other hand imagine them loving all the little imperfections of human Mc. Like what are these little lines on your body? They're called stretch marks? Can I trace them with my finger?? You have wrinkles, scars, acne scars, discoloured skin, etc? Please may I kiss them?? You have fat? CUDDLES. Feel like your nose is not normal?(i.e. flat, wonky, too long) well they'd probably love to pinch it playfully with their thumb and index finger. Beauty spots/moles in places you don't want them? They likely won't be able to stop staring in awe. May even try kiss or brush it with their finger. Mc has a mustache or a monobrow? Guess what? More kisses that's what. You still look like a hot badass bitch. Any insecurities you have, they'll express how much it does not bother them but they will try understand why you're feeling the way you do about them and hopefully try get you to see you the way they do (and let's be honest they're simping hard for you. Literally if anyone asked them their type, it's you, just you.)

Anyways, this is not where I was expecting this post to go. I was literally just going to leave it at 'your mum' but suddenly this just came out of me?? Maybe I'm just feeling like I need some love from them.

P.s. I edited out my username and put name instead so you can insert yours. It can be kinda confusing sometimes when you see someone else's MC name and not your own and sometimes (for me anyways) I feel like it's not really referring to my own MC so I wanted to make sure that to some extent this post feels like it's for you, especially if you feel like you need someone to show you some love if you have any insecurities.

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luminiscented · 7 months

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is it okay to request NSFW fic with Morro comforting reader during their.. sweet moment? :> something similar to "Beautiful" (its my favorite ><)

Pretty girls have salty tears

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Pairing: Morro x Fem! Reader

Summary: Reader is feeling insecure of her body during their heated moment. Morro is there to comfort her.

Type: oneshot

Warnings:Smut/NSFW, unprotected sex, morning sex, body insecurity, Top! Morro, Bottom! Reader, crying, hurt/comfort, pet names, no beta we die like Morro

Status:Dating

Note: I made the reader female since you didn't specify!! Thank you for the req anon! <3

The two lovers layed in bed, making out slowly as the morning sunshine poured over their tired bodies. Morro pushed his tongue inside your mouth as he pinned you down to the bed while you shared a heated kiss. As he pulled away, he swiftly took off his shirt in one movement, revealing his scarred, but well toned chest. You felt yourself inhale deeply not only because of how good your boyfriend looked... especially pinning you down beneath him..but you were aware he would want to see your body at some point - all of the stretch marks, the cellulite, your belly, your scars from battles...you could feel anxiety pooling in your stomach at the thought of him seeing your damaged delicate flesh once again.

Soon the ex ghost's hands found their way to your sweatpants, pulling the tie undone before his hands went under your shirt, caressing your soft skin while placing tender kisses on your neck and shoulders. You felt Morro's hands going to the ends of your shirt to lift it up and take it off, but you stopped his hands.

".. I'm cold. Can I stay with the shirt on.." You muttered quietly. Your weak voice gave you away. The little shake of your hands made him stop in his tracks. He looked into your eyes with a soft look, even though your gazes didn't meet. Your eyes made effort not to look into his as you tried to mask anything that might upset or worry him, that was the last thing you wanted after all - to make the gorgeous man that worshipped you concerned.

"Sweet..." Morro muttered in the unusually sweet and gentle tone reserved only for you. He tried getting your attention, to make you look at him , but you kept gripping the ends of your shirt as you looked away, still feeling anxious and insecure... almost nauseous of the thoughts and feelings running through your brain.

"Please look at me, sweet thing..." The master of wind pleaded gently as you looked up at him.

"I'm just.. I'm not having a good day." You whispered quietly, tears almost forming in your eyes from tiredness and insecurity. He leaned in to kiss your forehead and cheeks before sighing.

"I just want to stay with the shirt on..." You muttered as you felt his hand rub your waist. You sniffled quietly as you tried to hide your face from your concerned lover. "I'm not feeling very pretty today." You couldn't shake off the feeling of inadequacy and...uglyness. You felt stupid, petty..and vulnerable mostly. You've been together with Morro for some time, you both have seen sides of each other no one else has ever been close to seeing. He had revealed all his fears and insecurities to you and you did to him. And yet you were still embarrassed and scared...and insecure of yourself. How could these sharp green eyes soften and fill with love for you, when your own couldn't. You were snapped out of your thoughts when a strong hand brushed a lock of your hair behind your ear. His hand trailed down to your stomach and he rubbed and caressed it with love while kissing the corners of your eyes.

"Sweet, you're so gorgeous...why are you doing this to yourself.." Morro sighed. "I don't want to see tears, or listen to hiccups and I don't want to hear your sobs. I only want to see a happy face on the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life." He said firmly as you sniffled quietly, tears threatening to fall from your eyes as you laid pinned under him. The ravenhead brushed your tears away as he kissed your cheeks, his free hand roamed down and slipped under your shirt to lift it up and take it off your beautiful body and reveal your bare skin he'd adored so many times. The ex ghost's rough lips made contact with your delicate skin, leaving a trail of kisses down between your breasts, taking his time in cupping them and rubbing your perky nipples under his thumbs as your breath was still shaky from the tears falling down your soft cheeks. A tiny sob came out of your mouth when your lover began kissing your belly, nibbling and biting on the soft parts, marking your delicate skin, licking and smooching your stretch marks and all your insecurities. You whimpered quietly from all the overwhelming feelings you experienced, but especially from that little breathy "oh god...so pretty" that came out of his rough pink lips. That turned you on even more. You were left as a weird mixture - a crying, whimpering, trembling, wet mess under your boyfriend.

The special attention at all your insecurities kept coming and god it felt amazing...it felt amazing to be loved, cared for, to feel actually beautiful. You felt Morro slip down your sweatpants along with your bikini as his head rested between your thighs. You looked down at him with a tear struck face as he bit down on your thighs, kissing, licking and sucking until he littered them with hickeys all over, your wetness almost leaking down on the sheets, your heat begging for attention.

Your weak voice let out a small moan as you felt the master of wind dive into your needy pussy, licking your outer part gently and sucking on your clit sweetly as his hands gripped your thighs mercilessly. What could have ended you right there was the way he kept eye contact all the way while eating you out..his eyes were begging you to realize how fucking gorgeous you were. You let your head fall back as he took his sweet time tasting you and making you break on his tongue, his pink muscle gently fucking you as one of your hands found their way on his head and pushed him down even further, almost suffocating him in your sweet juices.

"Sweet, just look at what you're doing to me..." He murmured as his thumb found it's way to your clit while he bit your thigh, a string of saliva still connecting your flower and his lips.

"You're so beautiful, sweet... please, darling.."

He went back on eating your pussy while shoving two fingers inside you, the movement making you see stars and your walls contracting around his tongue and fingers as you whimpered, moaned and cried simultaneously. Your back arched softly, you were almost at the finish line before he pulled away. You inhaled and exhaled shakily, your brows furrowed in disspointment as you got denied. You watched your boyfriend take down his pyjama pants and reveal his rock hard cock, all the veins popped out, the tip red and leaky only for you.

"Sweet, we're not getting out of that bed until I see the most prideful, selfish, self-absorbed, narcissistic, cocky smile on your face." He grunted as he rubbed his member all over your wetness, teasing your entrance and rubbing the head on your clit as he talked in a stern tone that would have been enough to make you cum. The grip he had on your thighs would leave bruises as you looked up at him with glossy half lidded eyes.

"Love, you're incredible.." He grunted as he pushed the tip inside you. You gasped in discomfort that melted into a tingling pleasure, only giving you a taste of it, letting your body beg for the entire thing desperately.

"I can't get enough of your sweetness... you're so amazing.. please.." The ex ghost rubbed your hips and thighs soothingly and appreciatively. He pushed the entire thing in, bit by bit. Pain shooted through your brain, making you jerk slightly. As soon as your boyfriend started rolling his hips slowly, heated breaths in your ear, pleasure ran through your body - not only physical, mental as well. Morro wasted no time and he started going down on you, his movements were sharp and passionate and yet the most gentle thing in the world. Your entire body bounced on top of the mattress, your moans and whimpers filling the room along with his pants and his silent grunts.

"Good job... you're doing so great.. you're so fucking beautiful..fuck.." The praises kept coming and coming. They we're so much that they could make you physically sick. You didn't realize the hot tears falling down your face, mixing with the thin layer of sweat all over your body. Your lovers words almost made you question for a moment how you could be so absurd to think of yourself in such a way. They sounded so convincing, so loving, so sincere. They were so true to him that they started being true to you.

"If I hear you cry about that pretty body you're so ashamed of again, I'll make you cry while you ride my cock until you feel like the prettiest girl on the planet.." Your back only arched and your legs squeezed him tighter in silent agreement as you sobbed, moaned and gasped. His name fell out of your plump pink lips like pearls, like jewels as your vibrant eyes rolled to the back of your head.

Morro leaned back down, burying himself so deep inside of you as he sped up his thrusts, his cock ramming into all the right places. The mental and physical euphoria piled up inside your fragile body, it made you see stars, it made you feel like you were on top of the world..you really felt like the prettiest girl in the world.

"Sweetheart, you're the most beautiful thing in the world.." He gasped. He slammed deep inside you as torrents of white cum covered your insides, thrusting in and out of you for a while as you experienced one of the most blissful orgasms in your life, both your thighs slick with white liquids as he pulled out of you.

"Thank you for loving me.." You gathered all your thoughts to speak up as he leaned down to peck your lips

"Thank you for letting me love you.."

#ninjago #lego ninjago #lego ninjago masters of spinjitzu #morro #morro wu #ninjago morro #ninjago x reader #morro x reader #morro ninjago #ninjago fanfiction

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galactic-magick · 2 months

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Nights Like This: Viktor x Reader

Summary: You and Viktor get ready for bed together.

Warnings: none

Author's Note: Obsessed with Viktor and Arcane in general rn so I wrote this tooth-rotting fluff fic. Enjoy <3

Viktor looks so serene, sitting there like that. Invested in his book, the dim light of the lamps in the living room reflecting on his skin like gold. He’s so beautiful, and you never tire of seeing his face no matter how long you’ve been together. You’ve memorized every mark, every scar, every crease. He’s your everything.

You don’t realize how long you’ve been in the doorway staring at him until he glances up and smiles his cheeky grin he reserves only for you.

“Care to join me?”

You nod, a huge smile stretching across your face as you rush over and snuggle into his side. You kiss his jaw and rest your head on his shoulder.

“How was your shower, darling?” Viktor asks, wrapping one arm around you and transferring his book to the other.

“Good. You going to be up much longer?”

“No,” he closes his book and sets it on the side table. “Just waiting for you, love.”

You give him one last squeeze and kiss before standing up, offering him your hand. He takes it, leaning on you for support as you both walk to the bedroom. Viktor would never let anyone else be his crutch, but he appreciates the closeness.

You rummage through the bathroom drawer while Viktor gets undressed, grabbing a bottle, towels, and soap. You then join him on the bed and help him take his back and leg braces off. Despite all the buckles and locks, the process is quite quick from the practice. Even though Viktor constantly told you that you don’t have to do this every night, you insisted on it so much that he doesn’t try to stop you anymore. You do this because you love him, not out of a feeling of obligation.

Opening the bottle of pain potion, you pour some into your palms and begin massaging it onto his back, handing him the bottle afterwards so he can use it on his leg. It’s a far from perfect fix, but it usually soothes the aching enough to help him fall asleep. He sighs in relief once you’ve spread it around and massaged every inch of his skin, leaning back onto you, his head colliding with your shoulder. You wrap your limbs around him and pull him in until there’s no space between you, kissing his temple.

“You’re too good to me, love,” he says softly.

“I’m good as you deserve, darling,” you assure him, moving up a hand to tangle your fingers through his soft hair. He hums at your touch, sinking further into your embrace.

“Hang on,” you say, gently pushing him away. You grab his braces and wipe them down with the soap and wet towels, then hang them up to dry overnight. You also turn off the lights in the room before returning to the bedside.

Viktor looks up at you in adoration, still failing to understand how someone could do so much for him without a second thought. Your love for him is constantly pouring out of you like an overflowing fountain, and he knows he’s powerless to stop it, not that he’d ever try. It’s taken him a long time to accept this type of love as his reality, the kind that’s unconditional and unwavering, but he finally has. He’s allowed his heart to be calm with you, be trusting.

You will always be the vision of perfection in Viktor’s eyes, the person no other living being could live up to in tranquility, character, and allure. He could never tire of listening to you or looking at you. You make him feel like the person so many others in his life told him he could never be.

You stand between his legs as he sits on the edge of the bed, returning your fingers to his hair. His hands desperately cling to your hips, pulling you closer until his face is nuzzling your stomach. He looks up at you, melting under your soft gaze.

“I love you,” he says.

“I love you too,” you smile warmly, caressing his face a bit before sitting next to him.

You pull off the covers and wiggle under them, gently pulling on his arm for him to join you. He follows suit, instantly cuddling you close. He presses kisses to your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, and finally locks your lips. When he can’t find the words to describe just how much you mean to him, he puts everything into his soft, affectionate touches. You understand every phrase, every sentence he says with each stroke of his hands on you, lulling you into peace and relaxation.

“Viktor…” your eyes are barely open, but you don’t want to stop looking at his handsome face. You brush a hand across his cheek.

“Shh, darling, you’ve more than earned your sleep,” he guides your head to his chest, feeling your breath on his bare skin.

Viktor is never the first to fall asleep, but he’s never minded that. He watches as your eyes shut and you mindlessly snuggle him in your slumber. He will never take nights like this for granted, nor you or your love.

He kisses the top of your head one last time before succumbing to his own fatigue.

“Goodnight, my love.”

#arcane viktor x reader #machine herald x reader #arcane x reader #arcane #arcane viktor

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pumpkzsafeplace · 7 months

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anon asks 💌 : being a bigger body in a small world (dealing with weight issues)

weight is such a big security of many people and can take so much time to overcome! so here are some pumpkin tips & facts to hopefully help in your body positivity journey 💗

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no perfect size.🌸

despite what social media would want you to believe- there is no perfect size.

each body is built differently & holds different insecurities. what someone hates on themselves, others may be envy off.

the media over time has managed to influence all genders into thinking you need to be a specific way to be deemed attractive, when that’s simply not the case.

each person’s preference is different & if you’re looking for that in the future, i can promise there will be someone out there who loves & adores you for you.

with spots, stretch marks, scars, tummies, chubby cheeks, thick thighs, patchy beard n all! <3.

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being bigger /= ugly 🎀

being a bigger size doesn’t equal being ugly.

there is so much beauty that surrounds bigger figured people, take the greek statues for instance. the women are carved with full tummies and chubby faces- would that deem them unattractive?

you can still dress beautiful, feel beautiful & look beautiful in your size. you just have to go with what feels & looks right on you! <3

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shop for your body, not your mind. 🌸

sometimes we deem ourselves 10 x bigger in our heads then we actually are in reality, believe me i know <3.

but i recently came to the realisation that buying clothes that don’t fit our body- just make the inner demons worse.

there is nothing wrong with having a tummy pouch, there is nothing wrong with having hip dips, there is nothing wrong with having baggy upper arms.

so stop dressing like you’re ashamed of yourself because of other peoples opinions. they’re not you. they don’t know how you feel, they don’t know how much you fight daily, they don’t know the struggles you face.

so don’t give them the right to verdict what you can and can’t wear. wear whatever makes you comfortable, whatever makes you feel your natural self & be proud of that <3

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ignore people 🎀

i’ve been called fat my entire life, even off my own family.

if it was up to my mum, i’d be 24 & have the same body type i did when i was unwell at 14- but i don’t.

you want to know why? time moves on, life changes.

my body matured. i grew into my features! and i blossomed into the body i have today. and honestly, that in itself is a gift- so don’t let anyone take it away from you.

be whatever body type you are & be proud of it! 💗

you only have one body, love it & it will love you back in return! 💗

gif isn’t mine

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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Hello! I love your writing and was wondering if you could write about MW2 characters with a male S/O who has thick thighs with stretch marks. Thanks for reading and for writing this if you choose too :3

Cod characters

Headcanons

Idk what gif to put so heres a tiger, cuz get it,,, stripes,,,stretch marks?? ill go home.

John Price

- I’ve never seen price as someone who cares a whole lot what his partner looks like, as long as you both love each other that’s all that matters. That’s not to say he doesn’t enjoy your thighs, its just not one of the main things he thinks about.

- I don’t think he really noticed your stretch marks in the beginning since its such a normal thing to have, but if its something you pay attention to hed make sure you knew he loves them because they’re part of you.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

- Gaz likes your thighs, and most definitely uses them as pillows every chance he gets. Sitting down for a break? Oops, Gaz is there and needs to lay down. Going to bed? Gaz crawls in so he can place his head on your thighs.

- Like Price I don’t think stretch marks is something he pays much attention too since its something most people have, though he does run his hands over them when you cuddle cuz he thinks they make you unique.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

- Ghost gives the vibe of someone who could have cared less what you looked like when you first started dating, but as time went on, he came to love you, your body, and anything about it. So, he grows a love for your thighs just as he loves any part of you.

- He understands if you are insecure about your stretch marks since he has some himself (you can get stretch marks from building muscle) and a lot of scars. You’d never feel insecure around him since he knows what it’s like.

John “Soap” MacTavish

- Soap is absolutely wild for your thighs, lord have mercy on this man. If he isn’t grabbing them at all times, he’s thinking about it. He’s one of those guys who asks you to crush his head between your thighs and you can’t tell me otherwise.

- Loves your stretch marks as well, he’s always running his hands over them and kissing them when you’re cuddling. You wont even have time to feel self-conscious about them with Soap around.

Alejandro Vargas

- Alejandro can be caught grabbing your thighs on the regular or just placing his hands on them when you cuddle or stand near each other. Of course, it’s not just your thighs he pays attention to, and he touches you all over, but he likes how much there is to grab on your thighs.

- Wouldn’t really notice your stretch marks because they’re just part of you and nothing else. They’re like any body part, so why think about them too much. He does kiss them though when you are having a night by yourselves to relax.

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

- Rudy enjoys your thighs as much as the next guy, and likes to lay in your lap when you both have time off to just relax. He would never say it out loud, but he does like to see how your thighs strain against certain pairs of pants, you’ve probably figured him out tho.

- He’s the type to kiss your stretch marks even if you aren’t insecure about them, he thinks they’re beautiful. When you’re alone he teasingly calls you his “Tigre” because they’re like tiger stripes.

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loopspoop · 6 months

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Since I’m horrendous at drawing still I figured it would also be best to give written physical descriptions of everyone in this AU because 💅 yes! I’ll add more if I think of anything else

Fujiko

* she’s the shortest in this AU coming in at like 5’5

* she’s actually a bit more tan than in canon because she’s Japanese I’m not going to whitewash these guys let’s be fr

* I like they way her hair was in Wings of Albatross so it’s that length but a bit darker in color like a deep brown/black looking area

* pretty brown eyes with green flecks in them (super cute)

* still..ahem…well endowed… but guess what? She’s not stick figure thin! She’s got a tummy and thick thighs and muscle mass because fuck unrealistic body typing on women she’s strong and thick and still looks hot as fuck!

* she has freckles!

* was shot and stabbed a fair few times so obviously has scars too along with stretch marks because they’re so cute ^^

* surprise! She’s trans! (The boys joke about having donated their tits to her)

Lupin

* taller than fujiko but shorter than the others at 5’7.6

* has a lot of burns and scaring from his cybernetics being placed and welded too close to his skin, and scars from being whipped that one time

* top surgery scars!! Goemon did his top surgery so well!

* hazel eyes (cybernetic eye is green and it low key makes him a bit mad that he has to use colored contacts when covering his cybernetics)

* he’s still built like a string bean but he’s got more mass than canon because he is not a stick figure! He’s got muscle!

* also more tanned than canon because again, he’s mixed race

*cybernetic lower spine, left eye area, left arm from the elbow down, right leg from the knee down, left leg from the hip down, and areas on the torso

Jigen

* still has his beard and hat

* wears his hair up a fair amount (ponytail Jigen my love) but it isn’t greasy like some people think

* fuck ton of scars from his adventures because it’s Jigen and he got shot and stabbed a lot

*built like a guy in his 30s would be built, got a little chub and a good amount of muscle but still..chub because he looks like he would give great strong hugs

*taller than Lup and Fuji at 5’9

*also had top surgery! Goemon did it of course 💅

*he is a lot darker toned than canon! Give this man his pigmentation back damnit!

*dark brown eyes but they have a lot of different colors around the pupil because it’s so pretty and he has pretty eyes but nobody gets to see because his hat

Zenigata

* taller than everyone else except Goemon! Bro is like 6’1

*built like a tree with a dad bod! Bro lives off ramen so..definitely muscled up though with all that running and jumping and whatever else Lupin makes him do

* he’s been shot and stabbed a fair amount, he’s got scars

*HE IS PIGMENTED FOR FUCKS SAKE HES A JAPANESE MAN MAKE HIM DARKER

*chocolate brown eyes but they’re so pretty

*beautiful eyelashes 😌

*he has eye-bags because fuck this man never sleeps???

*trans! The department didn’t pay enough for his top surgery though so Lup had Goemon do his too (Zeni nearly pissed himself from being worried about it tho)

Goemon

*tallest! He’s 6’5 and proud of it

*his hair is a bit longer and so pretty (sometimes he puts it up)

*think Miyazaki for facial structure bc I don’t vibe with the other ones as well

*HE IS DARK SKINNED DAMNIT

*eyes so brown they’re almost black

*he’s toned and built but in this AU he eats and takes care of himself so he’s got his soft places and chub when he isn’t tensing his muscles

*got some pretty eyelashes

*less scars than the others but he was also tortured that one time so..he has reminders of that

*also had top surgery! Goemon Ishikawa XIII The Boob Remover

#goemon ishikawa xiii #lupin the 3rd #goemon #lupin iii #jigen daisuke #lupin the third #fujiko mine #zenigata #jigen #jigen lupin the third #Midnight Jacket AU #Cyborg!Lupin

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Steve , Bucky, Clark, Bruce, and Thor with a boyfriend who just can’t seem to accept or like his body, with the amount of fat in ‘x area’

Steve always feels bad about these, because he knows both sides. He didn't work to get the body he has, it happened because of the Super Soldier Serum, and before then, he always felt self-conscious about his size and his sickliness and weight. He knows what it's like to feel that kind of self-aggrandization, that sensation that things would be better if maybe he just looked like Bucky or was taller or wasn't so bony and frail-looking, but he came to realize later that although he had the body he wanted, it came with its own set of insecurities. He asks you seriously if you'd love him even if he was skinny and frail like he used to be. He opens up about what he's felt before, and he hopes you can connect and learn the similar lesson.

Bucky will be happy to train you if you want him to, but he points out that it's similar to his own issues with his arm and his scars. Your body is part of you - if you lose weight, you may still have stretch marks, or your skin might hang in ways you don't like. But also, you taught him that other people don't see you in the way you do. You think he's beautiful, when all he saw were scars and trauma. To him, you are an angel in human form, and he almost gets angry when you say you don't like your body, because to him, you're perfect. Because you're you.

Clark, I'd say, wouldn't have a particularly toned body - he doesn't actually work out intensively, so he'd probably have more of a bearish body, like a construction worker, since his muscles come from daily exertion and use as a hero, not as any particular fitness activity, and his leanness comes from high metabolism. So I think Clark will have felt similarly - he's never had the clear muscles he sees in others, because traditional workouts will never work for him like they do for others. So I think he has a unique perspective and understands you better than you might think he would.

Bruce will offer to train you if you really want, but he points out that his muscles come from an actually unhealthy amount of training. His body comes from intentional overwork, and though people find it attractive, he doesn't want you to have the kind of bulk and leanness he has, because it's damaging in the long term. But he can help you determine a healthy exercise routine if you really want to lose weight or build muscle, but he insists that you realize that this won't help it - he will offer therapy if you wish to speak to a professional about body image issues, because there is a chance that you'll remain dissatisfied and he'd hate to see that. (yeah, Bruce is a lot more proactive on mental health when it's not his own)

Thor looks at you and frowns at your statement. He can't fathom why you don't like your body, because he loves yours. Besides, in Asgard, he has seen many body types, and has the knowledge that bodies in peak performance don't necessarily look like what you might consider looks hot from actors. (Thor, realistically, would not have such cut abs, but would have a thicker kind of body type, kinda like Jason Momoa has in that interview, where you can tell he's hugely muscled and athletic, but he still has a tummy, because having such low body fat is actually not healthy. Thor has seen men and women in battle that are what we would consider fat, but he considers their bodies incredible because of the people inside them.) It's okay to want to improve, or to look differently, but when it comes to the self-destructive idea of not liking your body, Thor can't allow that - he needs you to understand that people just have different bodies, and that he finds you beautiful even if you don't. He has mapped your body with his eyes and hands and knows it's you.

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afunfunkytime · 1 year

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sippi hcs because im procrastinating and brainrotting him so hard rn i wanna kiss him so bad also it's his birthday

happy birthday my beloved magnolia

ANYWAY

-makes the prettiest most delicate looking pies. like they real pretty. fancy flower designs on top made out of pastry. so beautiful.

-obsession with dressing up teddy bears in funky lil outfits. they sit on a shelf in his bedroom and stare menacingly. he loves them. they all have names. he makes most of them himself but his friends give him many plushie gifts.

-wears socks and sandals sometimes

-the fucking king of bubble baths, he loves his bath supplies. mans favourite activity is just relaxing in THE most aesthetically pleasing bubble bath of all time. he has his scented candles, his soft classical music, a glass of wine or seven. bliss.

-owns foxes! the red fox is one of his state animals so i like to imagine he rescues foxes that can't be rewilded and nurses them back to health or simply takes care of them. they're all named after types of magnolia. they are his babies.

-really good at storytelling. like. REALLY good. he gets really into it and does a bunch of voices for different characters, mans has the Muppets he can totally do this, he doesn't speak up very often to tell stories but when he does? enthralled.

-pretty much a disney princess. animals love him. mans can pet wild animals. he doesn't do it often because Respect Nature but mans will pick up hurt animals to take them to a vet because he can.

-owns many fancy ducks. he has the coolest duck as his state waterfowl, mans loves a fancy lookin duck. theyre all named after plants

-speaking of plants, he's a total dork about plants. HUGE nerd. physically cannot shut up about plants. he gets very excited when he sees a plant he hasn't seen before, takes pictures and stores em in a scrapbook for plants he has. owns MANY houseplants. his garden is BEAUTIFUL. flowers and trees of many different types, he grows all his own fruit and vegetables, he loves plants. so much.

-incredible at ballet. he's been dancing for almost two centuries, he's very talented and makes it look easy. he's performed in many ballets, and the south always comes to his performances to give him flowers and compliments.

-baking is his passion. mans has a huge sweet tooth and spends a lot of his free time baking with equally as much of a baking nerd, Alabama. he makes some good fuckin desserts, he usually gives these to friends as gifts but mans keeps a few for himself. as a treat.

-despite not really being known for it, sippi can figure skate. he likes swirly twirly sports. if he can spin and look pretty? hes in.

-gay.

-very gay.

-hopeless romantic. daydreams about kissing his crush under the stars. sadly he is bitchless.

-hella muscular, hella squishy. your honour he is THICCC. not an exaggeration. he looks soft and cute because he is soft and cute, until he flexes, then he looks like he could fuck you up. mans has those pinchable cheeks, grandmas love him. very strong arms and legs because ballet but he has squishy thighs and soft stomach. the missititties are fantastic. i hc him as a bit overweight. kneading him like bread dough rn. he is a BEAR.

-puts the ass in landmass, lord this man is caked up

-PUT HIM IN A DRESS. A SOFT PRETTY DRESS WITH A FLOWY SKIRT PERFECT FOR TWIRLING. PUT HIM IN IT.

-enjoys flower pressing. mans has a little book with dried flowers in it. it's very relaxing.

-fuckin angelic singing voice. could be a mermaid if he wanted to be.

-stretch marks. because they're cute.

-cannot drive for shit. his truck is 73% duct tape. is not allowed to drive with other people in the car because he is terrifying. speed limits are a suggestion. mans is going sonic speeds down those country roads.

-covered in freckles. button nose. dimples when he smiles. has many scars.

-cries over sad songs and pictures of kittens.

-gives his friends bouquets with sweet meanings, mans speaks flower language.

-the KING of flower crowns. mans is always wearing one, he makes them so intricate and detailed and he loves doing it. gives all his friends loving flower crowns.

-has a magnolia sleeve tattoo because magnolias symbolise perseverance and mans has been through some shit.

-vegetarian 2x a week

-nerd. has cute glasses because he highkey can't see.

-THE prettiest eyes. ethereal. enchanting. crystalline blue.

-works as a weatherman and LOVES it. aside from when he gets called landmass.

-definitely a storm chaser

-bama calls him Maggie, short for Magnolia

-everyone has a different nickname for him. sippi, missy, sips, magnolia, miss, maggie, miso, misosouppi, souppi, sippo, missis, the list is endless

-incredible hugger. he's chubby and warm and smells like magnolias and baking, and he has titties you can bury your face in. he's perfect. and very touch starved. will ruffle other states hair.

I love him your honour. He is my darling magnolia. I want to kiss him.

#ben brainard #welcome to the statehouse #welcome to the table #wttsh #wttt #the table #i love him #bites him #hes my blorbo rn #biting him kissing him hugging him #just HIM #Look at him.#hes so soft your honour #hes also deeply miserable and sad but those hcs are not fun enough for his birthday #happy birthday sippi!!!!

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me when literally everyone else: mmf yes so hot so sexy,,,, stretch marks? scars? moles? love it love it love it FUCK so sexy! I love love love tummy and boobs and big boobs and small boobs and boobs that are perky but also boobs that abide by gravity and boobs that spread out and I love love love chub and thick thighs and cellulite fuck it’s all so sexy I love I love I love I love feminine men I love big masculine men I love it all

me when myself: god I’m so ugly why

It could be because I’m trans especially because there’s good days and bad days but damn I hate parts of myself I KNOW I would drool over on other people. I draw people with my exact body type and lust and lust and lust and then I try to indulge myself and draw self-ship art but. I feel like I’m ugly or that the character I’m with wouldn’t like me EVEN THOUGH I KNOW THEY WOULD? Maybe it’s a confidence issue maybe it’s my dysphoria but that other anon talking about their experience with their commission and asshole artist reminded me of this damn dilemma. I love y/n fanfic so much cause it’s easier to forget myself and what I look like in the first person but damn. I hate myself in art and photos so much and I don’t even know why. Sorry if u didn’t really want to hear this in ur inbox lmao but ig this is the best place to vent into ahah

—⌚️

hello my sweet, thank you for coming to me and pls dont feel like you should apologize for venting here, it's part of what i'm here for and i like being able to listen. ik lots and lots of people, formerly myself (and still me on some days) included get that "i love my features on everyone else but hate them on myself" because i think that's just the nature of insecurity-- you feel like other people are "doing it right" or that things just look better on other people than they do on you. it's much easier to hold yourself to an impossible standard like beauty standards than it is to hold other people to the same standards, if that makes sense... any good person will know to not judge others but that doesn't stop you from judging yourself, you're your own worst critic. one thing that always kinda comforted me is knowing that i've never actually seen myself-- you only see yourself through mirrors and pictures but that's not really you, your camera doesn't capture real life dimensions and everything is flipped in the mirror, that sort of thing. you never see yourself, at least not in the way you look at other people, but i'm sure if you could see yourself through someone else's eyes (as the ol saying goes) you'd be surprised how fine/attractive/wonderful you look to everyone else. i can't comment on the dysphoria aspect so i can't offer any advice as far as that goes, but i think knowing that i'm not alone in my insecurity has always helped me so i try to remind other people that they're not alone in their insecurity too. the things that i don't like about myself are only because i'm my own worst critic and bc i hyperfocus on my flaws rather than the things i like about myself, and i think that's how it goes for a lot of people. but the things you like about yourself are more important than anything else!

another thing that's helped me is following models/influencers/etc that have my body type and similar features as me, ie thick eyebrows and a lil toothgap, and unfollowing models/influencers that i struggle with comparing myself to. your internet experience is yours to curate and there's nothing wrong with unfollowing models that you can't help but compare yourself to; it doesnt mean theyre a bad person or bodyshaming or anything, just that they may not be healthy for your experience and that's alright! so maybe that could help you too. i wish u the best of luck and i thank you for sharing your feelings with me; i think you're wonderful no matter what and i'm happy to be a place where you feel comfortable sharing your feelings and fantasies!

#i luve u #chats #⌚️ anon #tw insecurity

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@sunlightreverie said: "make me forget."

PROMPTS THAT DON’T SOUND LIKE A BAD PORNO

lena’s voice is quiet, cracked, when it breaks through the tensile silence stretched across a bedroom they have never occupied together. they’re both wounded from the day: the loophole threaded into sam’s shirt with only smooth skin to follow behind it is a question mark she can’t unravel from the furrow in her brows ; lena’s guilt is so tangible a heavy presence in the room that it takes up space on the mattress. if sam weren’t wrestling so hard with the bullet flattened & echoed, too tinny in the shell of her ear, this type of commanding request might slice through her skin a little more.

it still hits her hard.

the concept of lena sleeping on the sofa is one that never had any chance at remaining reality with there is the monolith of near loss hovering over them. & so when she’d summoned a silhouette outside sam’s door, sam had opened the curl of her arm & half of the bed without hesitation.

now, leant against the pillow with dark hair tickling sam’s nose, lena is a bouquet of memories. each floret blossoms into an old ache. the familiar tint of shampoo, the soft shape of her hip beneath sam’s forearm, the imprint of her body under the blankets: these are the thing that feel like holding her breath, bated, for the smallest shift to break it.

“ okay, ” is all sam says. they still aren’t facing one another, but sam doesn’t need to see the un-emptied little boxes wide open in lena’s eye to know that everything has been been unpacked from them.

sam hikes up to her elbow. in this moment, she could stop, push back & point out the divide that lena herself so cleanly drove between them. neither one of them passes a single inhale-exhale. she looks down at lena, her own college sweatshirt well-loved & slouching past her collar bone. no sharp angle looks back up at her. instead, it’s an honest grief, parted mouth, & vulnerable request that holds nothing sam’s resolve could bite into.

the pad of sam’s thumb shallows beneath the damp rim of lena’s lashes, over her cheekbone, skimming her bottom lip, before chasing after it with a kiss designed to seal over all of the ugly remands of a lifetime as a luthor with one healing pass at a time. you could never be the villain when someone loves you like this, is the unspoken promise she makes as lena sighs back up against her lips. she tells lena she is more than just her name with the savoring of her palm sliding beneath the hem of her shirt, that she is wanted when sam cups her breast, that she’s beautiful even when she isn’t severe because the moonlight catches over the full dark of sam’s pupils.

each traverse of sam’s hands & mouth is a reiteration that lena is not alone, because she asked sam to come. so, sam will always be here when she’s needed. even with the ring on her finger clipped & thrown away, sam’s presence is unconditional, unwavering.

she doesn’t say i love you because she knows that when lena is susceptible like this that it would be more of an attack than a balm. so, instead she replaces the rigid line of lena’s back by plying her to arch under her touch, the ire of a violent rebellion against good intention with the gentle pattern of gasps against the shell of her ear. she pours herself into ushering the day’s paper cuts so that in the morning they will scarcely be scars.

she helps lena forget by reminding her of the vows that despite a pen stroke striking them out, she has never forsaken. & when they’re finished, lena shivering her her arms, sam doesn’t think about how in the morning, this will be forgotten, too, choosing instead to light herself in the delirium of liminal space where a shot never ricocheted away from her flank, where she & lena are still two halves of an unbroken whole, where she holds her wife so that they are together when they drift off into the hazy grey slumber that will marry them until the next dawn.

#sunlightreverie #sunlightreverie: lena luthor #𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞: 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 #suggestive /#long post

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Struggling with Stretch Marks? Check Out Tips That Can Help!

Do any of you love belly dancing? Well, I myself am far from being a belly dancer (or any dancer, to be honest), but my elder sister is a charismatic belly dancer. Her dancing moves leave everyone in the crowd swooning. By the way, my sis gave birth to a beautiful baby girl about a year ago, and we are all so over the moon to have that little princess in our lives.

While the last few months have been great, my sister’s pregnancy and post-pregnancy phase has not been without challenges. Amidst many other difficulties, my sister also almost gave up on her passion for belly dancing. You see, like many women, she also developed stretch marks during her pregnancy, which took a hit on her self-esteem and confidence. Although these marks aren’t usually painful or harmful, they can affect a person’s emotional and mental health, impacting one’s self-image.

A 2021 research study conducted by Michigan Medicine found that the permanency of stretch marks can be a cause of embarrassment for many pregnant women or individuals and can have a negative impact on their pregnancy and quality of life.

Pregnancy is one of the most significant causes of stretch marks. However, it is not the only one. Irrespective of the cause, they can result in anxiety and depression. I know it all sounds bad. But there’s always hope, guys. If you have stretch marks or maybe you know someone who does, please know there are ways that can help you reduce and fade stretch marks. Wanna learn about those ways? Then stick around till the end of this blog post.

Stretch Marks: Causes & How to Reduce Them

I am a big-time foodie. I can basically eat anything you give me, provided it’s delicious. Unfortunately, my love for food sometimes seems to overpower my love for fashion (haven’t we all been there at some point)!

Recently, I had to go out on a brunch date, and I had the perfect outfit in mind for it - my favourite jeans paired with a red halter-neck top. Unfortunately, when I tried wearing the jeans, they got stuck (because I had gained weight). However, adamant as I was on wearing them, I stretched the jeans beyond their elasticity allowed, and let’s just say it didn’t end well. The fabric lost its elasticity and got puckered (basically, there were stretch marks on the jeans).

I guess this is somewhat similar to what happens with the skin! When the skin stretches or shrinks quickly, its elastin and collagen rupture. As your skin heals from this, it might result in lines or streaks across the skin called stretch marks. They are a type of scar and do not have the same melanin composition as healthy skin, which can result in pigmentation. They can also cause your skin to have an uneven skin tone and texture. Itchiness, irritation, sunken lines, and discoloration are common symptoms of stretch marks.

What Causes Stretch Marks?

Remember I told you how stretch scars can appear when your skin experiences extreme growth or shrinkage in the last section? Well, here are a few factors that might cause the elastin and collagen in your skin to break, resulting in stretch scars:

Pregnancy: Isn’t pregnancy a marvel? I mean, an individual brings another human being into this world. But we need to accept that pregnancy can also be physically and emotionally taxing.

The body also goes through hormonal changes during pregnancy, some of which can result in the reorganisation of collagen and elastin. Also, during pregnancy, the body and skin stretch to make space (actually a lot of space) for the developing fetus, which often results in stretch marks on the belly.

Rapid muscle growth & weight gain: Have you ever seen a weightlifting competition? Well, I have watched a few (on TV, obviously). When you look at weightlifters, do you ever wonder why many have stretch scars on their arms, thighs, or other body parts? It is because when the muscles grow, the skin has to stretch itself as per the changes in body shape & size (just like I tried to fit into my jeans by stretching them way too much).

Similarly, when you put on a lot of weight in a short period of time, it can cause tears in the inner layers of your skin, resulting in stretch marks.

Puberty: I meet many people who are under the impression that stretch marks are only experienced by adults or aged people. Well, not true! They are common in teens because of rapid growth and weight gain.

I guess we’ve talked enough about the causes of stretch marks and should now move on to discuss a few tips for reducing them (did you just say “Finally”)! Anyway, let’s dig in!

How to Fade Stretch Marks and Brighten Skin Tone

Last week was amazing for me! Among many good things, I got to see my sister back on stage as a belly dancer. I loved it, the crowd loved it, and I am sure my niece would have too if she had any idea about what her mom was doing onstage.

For the past few months, my sister has been working on boosting her self-confidence and self-acceptance. And she has also been able to reduce stretch marks and lighten skin tone using some expert-backed ways and solutions. And you can use them too!

Here’s how to fade stretch marks:

Home Remedies: Got some lemons in your kitchen? Yes? Good! If not, go buy them.

Lemons are one of the best natural remedies for stretch marks. All you got to do is take some freshly-squeezed lemon juice and apply it to the affected areas and then rinse it off with lukewarm water. Because lemons are a rich source of vitamin C, they also help brighten skin tone and fade pigmentation that might accompany stretch scars.

And yes, massaging the affected area with warm Jojoba oil can also help fade stretch marks. Jojoba oil boosts collagen and elastin production in the body and helps restore skin elasticity.

Creams and Lotions: Just like you have skin care products for dark circles, acne, and dehydrated skin, there are products that can help you with stretch scars too. When looking for stretch mark creams, choose something with natural ingredients. Besides lemon and jojoba oil, you can also look for other ingredients like Wheat Germ oil, Centella, and Aloe Vera.

Well, my sister has been using Blossom Kochhar Aroma Magic Wheat Germ Cream. The main ingredient, Wheat Germ, has excellent antioxidant properties that help stimulate tissue regeneration and remove stretch marks. It is also infused with Jojoba oil, Honey, vitamins A, C & E, Almond extracts, and essential oils.

Aroma Magic Wheat Germ Cream is super-moisturising and also helps brighten skin tone and reduce wrinkles. The best thing about this product is that it is all-natural and eco-friendly (definitely a bonus point for that)!

Medical & cosmetic treatments: Some people also opt for treatments like Laser Therapy, Dermabrasion, and Microneedling. While these treatments can help reduce the appearance of stretch marks, they can also have a few side effects, including discoloration, swelling, irritation, flaky skin, etc.

Self-tanners: Ever used a concealer for your makeup? A concealer conceals the blemishes and dark spots by blending them in with your skin, but it doesn’t help remove them. Similarly, a self-tanning lotion can help hide stretch marks by minimising the difference between their colour and your skin tone.

Stretch marks are a common skin condition, guys! While you can always resort to any of the ways mentioned above to fade stretch marks if it makes you feel better, it is also crucial to recognise that there is nothing to feel embarrassed about having them. So whether or not someone chooses to treat them should be their choice.

#How to Fade Stretch Marks #Remove Stretch Marks #Reduce Stretch Marks #Get Rid of Stretch Marks #Brighten Skin Tone #Lighten Skin Tone

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