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darlink-xoxo · 2 years ago

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NOTHING BUT US!* ੈ♡‧₊˚*

in which, Todoroki wanted nothing more but to kiss you once he got back from his misson

yet how can he if you're so scared of the media watching you two?

GIF isnt mine

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the brainrot is real

dont mind me 🏃‍♀️

Warnings: Fluff, Possible ooc todoroki, Puppy love🫶... and ofc spelling mistakes

❥ · ﾟ₊ You waited anxiously as you stand off to the side of the airport. It had been a month since you last saw your boyfriend Todoroki, his father had taken his son with him on an underground mission overseas. today was the day he told you he'd return, now all you had to do was wait..

starring hopefully at the closed doors that connected to the plane you knew he was in, your hands clutched tightly onto the sign you wrote. although, due to all the fangirls standing shoulder to shoulder with you, the nervousness started to sink deep into your heart. what if he didn't see you? what if he was waiting on someone else and not you? what if he didn't want to see you at all??

his leg bounced as he anxiously waited for the plane to land, he barely noticed the turbulence as all he could focus on was seeing their face again. once it was okay to leave the plane, todoroki practically jumped from his seat before pausing and politely waiting for the people in front of him to go out first.

grabbing his suitcase from his father, he tried not to make it obvious how badly he wanted to rush out and find them. he prayed that the black mask he wore was enough to cover his longing expression. walking side by side with his father, shoto pursed his lips as his fists clenched in a pitiful attempt to restrain himself from breaking out into a run. well, that was until his father placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

all endeavor did was nod..

and that was all he needed.

you were snapped out of your spiral as the doors opened, the sudden screaming of the fangirls proved enough to deafen you. your eyes practically scanned every person who walked out the door, and suddenly, you saw him. there, amid the crowd, stood your stoic, sweetheart of a boyfriend. he was looking all over the place, and you prayed he was searching for you too. you raised your sign and called out for him, unfortunately in sync with his fangirls. it seemed to grab his attention though, as now he was facing your side. you could only pray it was you he was looking at..

there.. in the front of the crowd, he saw them. his love, they waited for him just as they promised him they would. with a sign held high enough for him to see, but low enough to recognize your face. abandoning his suitcase, he ran towards you.

you almost wanted to back away when you saw him start to run out of nowhere, but you stood still. and suddenly you've been swept off your feet. captured in the arms of your boyfriend, you melted as all your prior fears faded away. enveloped in his embrace, you didn't mind as your sign lay forgotten at your feet.

"my love, you waited for me.." although you couldn't see his face behind his mask, you could practically feel the smile in his tone, although it was covered by the panting he got after running.

"of course i did darling, i missed you," you hugged him back just as tight, right now, you barely cared about the world around you as time seemed to slow down. not even noticing the sudden security that came to surround the two of you.

he held you tighter, before pulling away and hastily removing his mask, he softly smiled at you before gently cupping the side of your face. it seemed that your breathing had halted, all you could focus on was how he slowly leaned into you. you slowly began to close your eyes as well, until the flash of a camera rang in your ears and the world caught up to you all too quickly. your eyes frantically gazed at the crowd around you, all of them seemed to hold a camera or phone. all of them appeared to be recording..

by the time you peeked back at todoroki, he already had his eyes shut, quickly leaning back, you covered his mouth with your hand. his eyes fluttered open as he curiously blinked at you in concern. before he could ask you what happened, you uttered to him in a soft hushed voice,

"we're in public dear," you cautioned him nervously as you couldn't help but glance around every few seconds.

'𝘰𝘩 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬..' he thought as he sighed through his nose, it took almost everything he had to contain himself not to roll his eyes or deadpan at you. he instead hummed, calmly taking his time in looking around the two of you, the sea of people had little to no effect on him as you did, but you didn't need to know that.

now holding your face with both of his hands, he leaned in and placed the softest peck he could muster on your forehead. moving to place one on your cheek, he made sure all of your attention was on him. trying his best to block the media from your vision, he leaned back and stared lovingly into your eyes, a small dimple appearing on his right cheek as he softly beamed at you. you stared at him with wide eyes, completely captivated by him and his actions just moments ago.

"i know, darling," he smoothly replied as he leaned back in for a kiss, and this time, you let him.

grinning into the kiss, the two of you lost yourself in each other's arms.

and that's the reunion photo that painted the headlines as 'most heartfelt kiss in the airport!!'

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suguruswife · 3 years ago

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Slashers with a S/O who has insecurities.

Includes: Michael Myers, The Sinclair Brothers, Jason Voorhees and Freddy Krueger.

Warnings: ooc(maybe), explicit oral (f receiving), mentions of sex and nudity.

Well, hello✨ Even cockroaches die from the heat in my country. I hate them ♥ ️ they make me want to move to the moon. But hey, I have to endure the summer!

I don't have much to say, I just want to clarify something, I don't get too into the sexual topic here, I just added it to some of the slashers, there is nothing too explicit and everything is consensual!

I apologize for any possible grammatical errors, I'm still learning.

Hope you like it, I wish you all a good year!

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬.

To be honest I don't think he cares lmao but he won't be indifferent either.

Yeah, he will surely notice your discomfort with your body and won't say anything about it -he simply watches carefully every look or comment you make to yourself- but he'll end up showing that he loves you and he doesn't care about your body but you. For who you are.

Doing a mundane activity? He will touch your back slowly just to proceed to grab something from the fridge, only to show you that he always needs to feel you in some way. Might also brush his hands with yours while watching a movie, Michael is not naive at all, he knows what he's doing to you. If he's in a good mood, his touches escalate to the body parts he's seen you despise: hands, shoulders, face, belly, legs; absolutely anything.

While having sex? He will squeeze you a little more than usual here and there, lovingly and admiringly. You won't be able to see his face or his expressions either, but his callused and rough hands speak more than a thousand words or actions, telling through gestures how much you attract him without doing anything, as attractive as a forbidden fruit. The touches burning through your body, marking you and reminding you that in his eyes you are the most beautiful hot person.

He worships and loves your body with warm touches, in those moments you are everything. Something of seeing you so ethereal, pure and fragile beneath him drives the man to the brink of insanity. Making him dizzy and let himself sink into you and your feelings, those that shake and destroy the walls of the fearsome killer, leaving just a man who wants to admire his lover's body.

At the end of it all, prepare to be greeted with pampering from him into the sheets -maybe it's a little awkward with the mask but he will try either way- and if you are lucky enough you can earn a direct kiss with him. That's the most he would do but the message is clear and loud. Leaving you satisfied, knowing that indeed, Michael does love you in any way.

𝐁𝐨 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫.

Probably the bastard who made you feel bad in the first place.

Wasn't his intention tho. He just made a very bad joke. He didn't expect you to stay overthinking it a lot.

He's like that annoying relative who bases all their humor on mistreating and making others feel bad, just to have some entertainment.

So when he saw you looking at yourself for a little too long in the mirror, he automatically knew it was associated with today's 'joke'. Bo's selfish side wanted to let this go, he was sure that by tomorrow you'd forget it -being a thing of the past- and that was until you made a grimace in front of your reflection.

I think that was a little clue that this wasn't going to be solved tomorrow, was it?

Approaching behind you, he put his chin on your head, looking at you through the mirror.

“Havin’ fun there? Admirin’ and touchin’ that body without me… that's rude of you, darlin’,” he said while squeezing your tummy then your hips lovingly, amused by the frown you had.

Clearly his clever shitty comments didn't help him with the situation, but a bit of eating you out and he already had you in heaven, being putty in his hands. All this while he whispered the most pleasant things in your ear, many praises that elicited the odd moan from you.

Degrade you? Not tonight, he was going to apologize and make sure to earn your forgiveness. Making you feel like the owner of the world.

Bo Sinclair doesn't know how to apologize, he's a man of actions but at least he tries (?

“Gotta stop believing the shit that comes out of this mouth, sweetheart,” Bo said before sucking on your clit while his fingers worked on your cunt, causing a breathless moan to come out of you. “Such a figure of yours was made by God himself, and that ain't bullshit,” he muttered with a mischievous smirk, raising his head and stealing the pleasure of you.

After unintelligible whispers escaped from your mouth, you finally managed to pronounce, “A-alright, why don't you prove it to me then?” You returned the smirk and with your hand you directed his head to where it should be.

𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫.

The insecurity probably starts more with 'does he really love me or am I the only thing he has?' and then goes to 'I'm disgusting, he would be happier even with a wax figure'. And that's absolutely wrong!

Yeah, maybe Vincent concentrates more on his waxworks than on you but always when he's free, he gives you his full attention, pampering and touching you. All of that is proven with his wall full of drawings of you, all kinds of drawings...

After thinking so much about yourself, you decided to go and talk about it with him, it would be the healthiest thing to do and you knew that Vincent would praise you in any way to cheer you up. That's what you most needed and longed for.

Although he certainly had a mask like Michael, he would be the only one who shows the most concern with his body language. This man would throw down a mountain if that could make you feel better. The least he wants is for you to worry about nothing. Ugly? You? If he could laugh out loud he would, because it's the best joke he's heard in all his years of life.

On the other hand, he understands you, he understands that feeling of inferiority and low self-esteem. He always has it. But he steadfastly refuses to let you, of all people, go through that. Mainly because you are the light of his life, his little muse, you don't deserve that.

So it doesn't matter if you are in his room or in the living room of the house, he will carry you in his arms and take you to the basement. He will make sure you know that you are beautiful and will erase any worries you have.

Already there, Vicent sits you in one of the chairs, you carefully observe his movements with a small smile tugging at your mouth. This felt like a game, you were the target and Vincent was the key to success.

He had his back to you but still the sight of some sketchbooks and pencils didn't escape your eyes. Excitement began to bloom in your chest, trying to think of whether he would do what you thought he would do or if he'd invent something else. If he would get bold, more daring than ever, all to please you and your fantasies, trying to calm your insecurities and bad thoughts.

Vincent calmly approached the table where you were, and once again, you cursed the fact that he wore a mask, covering whatever emotion he might have, depriving you of them. You longed to know if he had the same or more lustful thoughts as you. You crossed your legs to ease your restlessness.

After resting his materials on the wooden surface, he took a few more steps to face you. He directed his right hand up to your neck, slowly stroking that area as if he were pampering a cat. You leaned into his touch, his warmth, automatically wanting more.

“Vincent,” you pleaded, wanting him to be encouraged to rediscover more parts of your body.

He started undressing you, starting at the top of your clothes. Vincent enjoyed putting you in your underwear first, but this time there was something more delicate about him, as if he wanted to take his time, no rush. While enjoying the view, he ran his fingers over certain places. You didn't like your mole? He'd be running his fingers over there, making you let out a satisfied sigh. What about those supposed awful marks of you? He would give it a double tap, trying to convey thousands of emotions. Wanting that they reach you and you understand them.

When he already has you in the position he wants, he will return to his seat in front of you, not before signaling you to stay still. One of his hands took a thick pencil between their fingers and with the other, he took the sketchbook. At this point, his intentions were clear, Vincent planned to draw you naked. The shame consumed you a bit but it was him, he would never judge you and what he was doing now was for you.

You couldn't feel less beautiful, you were under his gaze because he wanted to, because he would choose you over many other things. Because he loves you.

𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫.

He would be the best of all perhaps.

The thing begins when a group of teenagers arrive at Ambrose, they were looking to fix a tire on Their car, apparently it was urgent since they had to be in a neighboring town in the next hour.

Then two girls got out of the car, both stood out drastically, they looked like something out of a modeling magazine. You were distracted until Lester's voice was audible again, he was kindly offering to take one of the boys to go 'find' Bo, so you had no choice but to stay with the two girls and the other boy.

And there the problem began.

You hadn't even thought about how they stood out more than you or anything, your first thought was that they were pretty and would be better off in the house of wax, a separate section for 'models'. The thought made you smile, could you consult with Vincent, he'd surely be delighted. Your little smile faded when you heard noisy little laughs behind you, you turned to the direction of these girls. You totally doubted they were looking at something funny on their cell phones because it's impossible for them to have a signal.

So when you turned your gaze towards them, you saw them whispering to each other while 'sneaking' a look at you. You frowned at them, unfortunately you couldn't harm them for various reasons, the main one was that they were three people and also, Vincent needs the victims to be intact, almost like dolls. Seeing how they laughed at your reaction made you even more angry and that's when a realization hit you like a train. They were good looking.

Meanwhile, you looked dirty and you had no doubt that you had some strange smell, probably of death and blood. Feeling too bad inside, you swallow hard trying to calm yourself, you could put on makeup whenever you want but there are no occasions, that's all.

Even when you came back to the house and heard their screams, you didn't feel any better. Because although they are probably wax figures now, their evil and disgusting laughs echo in your head, like a horrible song, over and over again.

Lester saw you somewhat uncomfortable when you arrived, but didn't say anything, he was going to wait for you to tell him on your own. Overwhelming and making you feel worse would be impossible for him, and that's the last thing he wants.

So later, with your thoughts wandering, you decided to ask Lester about your appearance, his view of you.

“Where that come from? Yer more beautiful than any other flower in existence. Perfect just the way you are,” Lester exclaimed at your comment about your lack of cuteness.

Slowly you started to speak, “I don't know, Lester. These girls today were—”

“Is it because of them? They ain't even reach the tip of your feet,” he interrupted, taking you in his arms, squeezing you as if you were a plush. “Neither they nor any other person.”

“It's just that I saw them and I thought about the times when I used to dress and put makeup like that. I wondered if you would like me more if I was prettier.” You murmured relaxing into his embrace.

“Wouldn't change absolutely nothing about you, your whole body is perfect just the way it is, you don't need any kind of costume to look beautiful because you already are.” He started pecking at your face with kisses, making you giggle at his display of affection.

“Wouldn't mind either if you wanna do your makeup for fun, we could do it together, whatcha think?” Lester proposed while caressing your shoulders tenderly. It wouldn't be the first time that you two have put on makeup together but since the 'work' had become complicated, you had less time to spend with each other.

"I'd love that." You said giving him a kiss on the lips, he happily reciprocated, not wanting to get away from you.

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐕𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬.

He would never, absolutely never hurt you. Either physically or psychologically.

Wouldn't make jokes about your body or insecurities with it. It's practically impossible for him to even look at you with disgust or with some strange look -let's ignore the fact that he wears a mask as well- Jason literally adores you, you are everything he knows.

But suppose that in a hypothetical situation you look at yourself in an odd way, Jason would be analyzing you there, he wants to know why you look at yourself like that, what do you think is wrong with you? Are you sick? Does he need to get some medicine for you?

Don't make him worry like this :(

After seeing him behind you, you decided to tell him that you have felt bad about yourself because of your appearance. Probably some pretty girl from the lake made you feel uglier or maybe it was just your haunting thoughts convincing you that you are not worthy of attention and less that of your beloved man.

At this point you don't know who feels worse in the room, if Jason for allowing those bad thoughts to cross your head or if you with your supposed extra pounds and unpleasant marks.

To get started, he gives you a bear hug, so firm that it almost makes you forget why you were sad in the first place. That is the first stage.

The second stage is when he begins to bring you flowers, pointing his finger at them first and then at you. You didn't know if he clarified that they were for you or if he compared the beauty of flowers with you, you hoped it was that.

Be that as it may, Jason would always treat you like a queen/king, taking you here and there, giving you a lot of gifts and especially making you understand that you are the most beautiful thing in the world, in his world.

“Oh, Jason, these are beautiful!” you exclaimed when you saw the flowers that your beloved had in his hands. You found the scene very amusing, the menacing murderer was nothing but an affectionate bear as soon as he got home.

He approached you and hugged you firmly, being careful with the delicate flowers. He missed you a lot; you, your pretty figure and especially your smell, everything about you reminded him why his house was a sweet home.

Because you were there.

𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐊𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫.

Another bastard who would poke fun at your insecurities.

I feel like he is literally capable of making you feel very bad and would totally laugh at it.

The only way for him to 'apologize' would be if you get so mad that you ignore him. And don't even expect it to be a decent apology.

“Heyy, nice ass, sweetie,” Freddy said while patting 'your friend'. You continue your task determined to ignore him and his crap.

“What's up with that face, sweetheart? And why are you dressed like a fucking tent?” He laughed at your choice of baggy clothes, oblivious of the fact that you were wearing them since of the comment he made a few days ago regarding your deformed body -he is the least indicated to speak of that but well.

“I don't know, maybe I decided to take your advice seriously and began to cover this horrible body,” you replied, crossing your arms and frowning your eyebrows (which deepened when you saw him laugh at your answer).

Hugging you from behind, he said, “Come on, you know I never meant to say that your boobs looked like a cow's.” He gave one of them a steady grip as if to emphasize what he said. His touch made you shiver with excitement but his comment infuriated you even more.

“Huh? You never said that!” you exclaimed with an angry blush peeking out your cheeks. You'd remember if a man had told you that your boobs are similar to a cow's.

“I didn't? Then I definitely did think about it.” You hit him as hard as you could and his laughter only made you want to beat the shit out of him even more.

Before your hand hit his face again, Freddy took it tightly, not causing pain but showing that he was still dominant. Staring at you, he whispered, “Is there anything I can do to make up for this mistake of mine, my beloved?” He kissed your knuckles, an action that caught your eye. It felt very romantic on his part, something you weren't used to.

“Could you not call me like that? It sounds weird.” You sighed heavily before approaching his ear. “Though I know of many ways you can fix this little mistake of yours. You can give me a ride, one of those that leaves me wanting more.”

With a mischievous and feverish smirk crossing his face, he took you in his arms and created a room -advantages of having your own world I guess.

“Tighten your belt because it will be a long ride.”

You were sure you won't get an apology but you can at least get something, right?

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Thank you so much for reading!

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