s/o to sapphic girls with defined jawlines, broad shoulders, cold hands. s/o to girls with bony elbows and knees who feel like no one will think theyre pretty and soft and want to cuddle with them. s/o to every girl who doesnt fit the mold of short, soft, skinny, white sapphics, who think they wont be loved and welcome in the wlw community. youre the bomb.com and girls will love you just as much, i promise!!
Notes: My first Void smut? My first Void smut. Not sure how well this will really go tbh because I don’t think I’m good at portraying Void. But let me know for sure if you do like it. This idea has been in my mind for a few weeks now, and all because I was listening to one certain anime opening at work called Koi wa Chaos no Shimobenari. It kind of gave me the idea for what to do with this, even though it has NOTHING to do with the song. Also, side note, i did use Google Translate for one small thing in here. Don’t blame me if it is wrong.
↠ Unraveling the reasons to Park Jimin’s assortment into Slytherin.
Park Jimin, for lack of a better
word, is magnetic. An eye catching grandeur. A brilliant meteor cutting through
the dead of the night. A glitter of gold and silver. It is no exaggeration when you say you would find
yourself singling him out of many other ground-swept robes, clicking heels,
wand wielders. It’s not the hair, no –not the locks of fireplace or
charcoal ashes, it isn’t also the distinct pitch weaving through buzzing
chatters nor is it the recurring dark smoke filling the air at the back row in charms.
Thinking of the reason alone sends a pang of melancholy through your veins as
your mind tries to block out the patches of defiled memories almost
instinctively. But the unavoidable fact of the matter is, Jimin was once your
A/N: So I collabed with @daveeddiggsit for this one and it ended up way cuter than we expected?? lol hope you enjoy!! (also there are several criminal minds references bc i’m like that)
You pushed your glasses back up the bridge of your nose as you continued typing away at your final thesis paper of the semester. Hair up in a bun, and some ratty university sweatpants on, you were looking a little worse for wear. But that was normal during finals week, right?
The library you had been holed up in for the past five hours was dead silent, allowing you to completely focus on your paper. Your eyes were glued to your laptop screen when you heard the sound of a chair scraping backwards but you were too in the zone to look up. As long as they didn’t disrupt your concentration, you’d be good.
“You ever think that the reason you’re wearing glasses is because you’ve been staring at that screen pretty closely for about two hours straight?” You heard a curious, deep voice interrupt your thoughts.
“You ever think about how the library is a quiet place for people to work,” you retorted without looking away from your screen.
“If you really want a quiet place to work, we could head back to my place and work on some other things too, if you know what I mean.” You could practically hear the smirk grow on his face.
“That sounds like one of the first lines in a Criminal Minds episode. Hard pass.”
“You like Criminal Minds? How about you let me profile you.”
You finally glanced over and you could see that there definitely was a smirk on the very attractive man’s face. His hair was wildly curly, yet somehow tamable to an extent, facial hair adorned his defined jawline, and his amused brown eyes stared into your slightly-narrowed ones.
If you weren’t supposed to email this paper to your professor in six hours, you probably would’ve taken him up on his advances, but what was more attractive than Smirky Guy was an A on your paper. Which you then turned back to.
“Are you seriously just going to keep ignoring me?” He asked.
“I’m just going to keep flirting with you until you talk to me.”
“You call saying random pick up lines to a girl whose name you don’t know and receiving little to no response flirting?”
“Yup.” He said, mocking you.
You rolled your eyes and continued to type your paper.
“Aww, come on, four eyes, take a break and talk to me. It won’t hurt anyone.”
You completely turned to him. “‘Four eyes,’ really?” You raised an eyebrow at him. “What are you, five?”
“Hey, ‘four eyes’ isn’t a bad thing. You look cute in glasses.” He grinned at you and even added a wink this time.
“Hey love! I’ve got a request here for a Fionn imagine where the reader is a dear friend of Harry’s and he kinda plays matchmaker by setting Fionn and her up on a ‘blind date’. They’re both apprehensive to agree to the plan, but Harry eventually persuades them and things go a lot smoother than expected. Thank you in advance! xo”
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Harry notices similar qualities between his two mates, and so he takes it upon himself to bring the two together.
You had been friends with Harry for over a year now, as you met through mutual friends at a party. Harry and you immediately bonded over the stupidity of your drunk friends, as Harry knew how to handle his drinks and you were the designated driver. Although you did hit it off, it was more of a brotherly relationship rather than romantic, as he loved treating you like a child throughout the party, since you were only 19 at the time. By the end of the night, you had heard the nickname ‘youngling’ way too many times, but you couldn’t help but smile at him as he was such a charming man. An exchange of numbers led to a friendship that consisted of countless karaoke sessions, and multiple late nights sipping coffee in rustic cafes, talking away for hours.
Harry had just started the press tour for Dunkirk, when he realized one of the reasons him and Fionn got on so well. Aside from Fionn being a humble and talented actor, he reminded Harry a lot of you. From the way you both were a bit more reserved, which made it easy for both of you to give Harry your undivided attention whenever he spoke, how you two were some of the most well spoken people he knew, and not to mention the way you were both sarcastic little shits who couldn’t help but constantly take the piss out of Harry. When him and Fionn were waiting for their next interview, Harry got a text from you.
neils got blisters so many blisters along the heels and balls of his feet and he usually has one or two toes bandaged bc they were bleeding from how much he runs and practices
hes got dry ankles and banged up and bruised and cut knees almost all season
he has that light ginger almost blond body hair covering his arms and legs and body thats so light that in the right light it looks like hes completely shaven
his calves and thighs are probably the thinnest but most defined of the whole team even allison cant compete with the definition of neils upper thighs bc of how much and how fast this kid can run
hes got freckles along his legs and up his back they arent in any sort of pattern theres probably not even that many theyre just spread randomly on him
hes got this birthmark that looks like a bruise on his right outer thigh that he pokes and prods waiting for it to heal but never realizes that its permanent he just thinks he keeps bruising that particular place over and over again
neils got a rather defined stomach as well perhaps not as much as say kevin or matt or even dan but he has a v clear 4 pack that could be a 6 pack if kevin had his way with neils diet
hes got scars
old and new that have just become a part of him as much as every freckle
theres a gunshot wound from when he was 14 on his lower left flank other scars from where gunshots scraped past him
other times when shrapnel pierced his skin
and multiple knife wounds, stabbings and deep cuts, each once had a story that not even andrew knew yet
some had stories that neil would rather not remember himself
he doesnt have a v broad chest but its still p defined as well
hairless which hes not sure how he feels about esp when andrews not
his arms are nice but more lean and less defined and muscular for the sake of muscles
he has long arms that were a problem when he was younger and they got in the way while he was growing they still look a little out of place considering hes not v tall still but he has arms that rival nickys in length
he has a scar right by his collar bone where hed been stabbed and another along his neck that you couldnt see unless neil was looking directly up in good lighting
from when he had had a man start to slice his throat when his mother hadnt dropped her gun fast enough even when her sons life had been on the line and deeper still even after she had dropped it
he has small ears
rather ears that dont stand out too much esp when he lets his curls grow out, he eventually gets quite a few piercings along his left ear leaving the other alone
he has a very chiseled face his jawline very defined his cheekbones hidden behind a couple of bad scars
his eyelashes and eyebrows a shade or two darker than the hair on his head and his eyes the color of an iceberg framed by long lashes and and crows feet that he gets from his mom
Andrew has small feet…not necessarily small, but smaller than Neil’s
He’s got light brown/dirty blond body hair and this boy is hai ry
hairy lil baby
hes got calves that should scare you, not necessarily v huge and strong like Neil’s, but so ridiculously defined even the football players are jealous
his knees are soft but still scratched up and scarred just like the rest of the foxes
his thighs are a little chubby bc that sugars gotta go somewhere
that somewhere being his chubby thighs and chubby butt and slightly squishy abs that shouldnt be abs but ARE bc my son exercises
i love him so much idk what to do with myself
hes hairy like i mentioned so i mean im not, no, no im totally saying happy trail
also can we talk about these idiots and the v defined V’s they both sport
stop it you two
but also never stop i support and love - i digress
where tf was i
Andrew’s got scars along the tops and sides of his thighs, those were all him
he’s got barbed wire scars from a stint gone right and only those scars to prove it, all along his right hip and onto his stomach and the top side of his right thigh
he’s got freckles, a lot of them, along the small of his back, along the back of his thighs, and down his spine, some bunched up at the back of his neck
hes got small hands, but pianist fingers, long and thin and knobby
he’s got scars on scars on scars on his knuckles from various fights with people and the couple times he smashed a mirror with his fists
he wears his armbands at all times, im just…wait. a hijab. I wear a hijab at all times except when I’m home and/or around people I can take it off with, and that has nothing to do with this, but really…parallels well with the armbands
wow i derailed im sorry
anyway his armbands hide the worst scars
the ones around both his wrists, the ones that have since scabbed over but still sometimes itch that he tries his best to ignore
hes got sharp, banged up elbows and
broad shoulders and chest to match
he probably does one handed push ups to one up Kevin bc he knows how much it pisses him off
he’s got a long neck, and a sharp collarbone that Neil adores
a necklace of hickies as proof
his hair usually stay up and out of his face most of the time, but sometimes if he brushes it down it covers his eyes and he does that head jerk thing short haired people do to get it out of the way and he has soft hair and Neil loves pulling on it and running his fingers through it
John prepared the last cake for the day, letting it bake
while he wiped some sweat off his forehead and tidied his clothes. This cake
was not one for sale, but rather a cake for his date to come and try. He had no
luck in the dating world since he hadn’t been looking very often. He finally
decided to give tinder a try and agreed to meet with a man named Matt later
He was always very busy with work- he was a baker at a
little pastry shop named “Delicate Bites.” The fact that they were meeting up
at the shop showed just how often he spent at his work.
“Damn, I haven’t been on a date in a while… I hope it goes
well” he said. He looked in the mirror. There was a bit of flour on his shirt
from work earlier. He hurriedly tried to brush it off. He had a clean faux
hawk, a defined jawline, and nice cheekbones. He had a nicely toned body. It
wasn’t extremely muscular but it had some muscle on it, and barely any fat. He
was considered extremely attractive. In fact, his customers often came just to
The cake was ready, and he hurriedly cut it up and prepared
a slice for his date. He promised his date he would let him try a piece, and he
didn’t want to disappoint.
Not long after, Matt arrived. They exchanged their greetings
and had nice conversation.
“I never expected a hunk like you to work at a bakery” Matt
said. “I would’ve expected someone a little pudgier, you know, since you’re
around cakes all the time.” Matt was pretty pudgy himself. What seemed to be a
permanent freshman fifteen also had an extra sophomore thirty and a junior twenty
on it. He had nice facial hair and his body was very hairy. He had some muscle,
but there was definitely some fat on his body too.
“Well, I make the cakes for customers, I usually don’t eat
them myself” John said, chuckling.
They hit it off right away. They had similar interests,
beliefs, and goals for the future. John wanted to stop working at the bakery
and make more money. He wanted to settle down and stop thinking about work.
John wanted to settle down too.
The date ended way later than either of them expected.
“You know John, I’m the CEO of a new product called Miracle
Butter. I’m having a party tomorrow at my place to promote my product. Would
you like to come and make some cakes for it? I can pay you double what you make
here” Matt proposed.
“Really?” John asked. “That… that sounds amazing! I’d love
to!” he said happily.
Matt kissed John on the forehead. He stood about an inch
taller than him. “Excellent. I’ll see you at my place tomorrow”
John happily said goodbye and prepared for the party the
When John arrived to Matt’s house, he was in awe by how big
it was. It could almost be described as a mansion. “Wow, he makes a big buck…”
John thought to himself.
He walked inside and was greeted by Matt at the door. “Hey,
glad you can make it” Matt said with a smile.
“I’m glad too” John replied.
“We need 4 cakes” Matt said. “Guests will be arriving in
three hours, will you be able to bake the cakes by then?”
“Of course” John said.
“Perfect!” Matt replied. “One more thing… can you use
Miracle Butter instead of regular butter?”
John nodded. “Of course!” he said.
“Perfect” Matt replied. He gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll
be back soon”
John immediately started getting to work. He prepared the
cakes as he normally did- flour, sugar, eggs, and added the Miracle Butter as
well. The Butter was a darker yellow color than regular butter, and smelled
“Wow, this stuff smells good” John said. He continued and
prepared the cake as usual, placing them all the large convection oven that
Matt had. The oven easily fit the cakes, and could’ve fit 4 more.
When the cakes were ready, Matt returned. “What a lovely
aroma” Matt said
“Thanks” John said, blushing. “I hope you like them”
“Well, why don’t you give them a try?” Matt asked. “You
deserve to know how they taste, don’t you?”
“Oh, I never eat my cakes though” John replied.
“I insist!” Matt said.
John shrugged. “Well, I would like to try your Miracle
He took a small sliver of one of the cakes and tried it.
Immediately, he began to drool and his eyes widened. “This is… delicious…” he
said. “Unbelievably delicious”
“Hmmmm, seems it worked” Matt thought to himself. The
Miracle Butter he had created was a product that contained a hypnotic property.
Whoever ate the butter would feel like all food tasted delicious, and would be
compelled to gorge themselves.
“Go head, have some” Matt said. “You look like you want more”
John didn’t ask twice. He immediately cut another slice and
grabbed it in his hand, stuffing it into his mouth. “Oh gosh, this is delicious”
he said in between chews.
Matt watched as John continued to eat the cake, almost
mesmerized by it. John ate another slice, and then another. After three slices,
he stopped using the knife and started to grab at more cake with his hands,
stuffing it into his mouth like a vacuum cleaner.
Matt smiled as he witnessed John’s belly bloating up from
the cake. Pretty soon, John ate half the cake.
“Why eat cake without icing though? It’ll taste even better”
“Even better?!” John asked. “Give me!”
Matt gave John the can of icing, which John started to scoop
directly into his mouth between bites.
“Yes… definitely a worthy pig” Matt thought to himself as he
witnessed John down the entire cake and start on the next one.
Pretty soon, John finished the second cake as well. His
mouth and clothes were a mess of cake crumbs and icing, and his belt with about
to fly off from how bloated he was.
John began to regain his senses. “Oh…. Whoah…. Wait a moment….”
He looked at the two empty cake trays before him. Cakes meant to serve 20
people each. “Did I…. did I just eat two whole cakes?!” he said. He was in awe.
“You did” Matt said. “Seems like you were hungry”
“Oh god…. How many calories is that? I can’t believe this…” he
replied. “I feel sick…”
“Hey, it’s ok. Why don’t you sleep over today? I’ll cancel
the party and you can rest and feel better in the morning”
John nodded. “Yeah… I can use that” he said.
John walked over to Matt’s room and passed out on his bed
into a fullness-induced deep sleep.
Matt went to the kitchen and prepared tomorrow’s meal.
“Oh he’s gonna grow alright” Matt said, smiling. “He’s going
to grow real nice”
John woke up the next day still feeling a little sick. “I
can’t believe I ate all that” he said to himself. “Matt, I’m so so sorry…”
Matt sat down next to him, a large cup in his hand. “That’s
alright” he said. “It happens. Here, have this- it’ll wash down what you ate
yesterday. It’s a protein shake. You go to the gym right?”
John nodded. “Thank you so much Matt. I appreciate this”
John drank the concoction, a mixture of Boost VHC, ice
cream, heavy cream, and Miracle Butter. What was a “protein shake” was really a
high calorie gainer shake that was over two thousand calories.
The moment John drank it, he knew he wanted more. The
Miracle Butter was working again. He chugged the drink down, and it slipped
down his cheeks onto his neck. Under the effects of Miracle Butter, he was a
messy eater indeed.
“Oh baby, that was so delicious” John said, smiling
Matt chuckled. “It seems so. It seems you’re excited, in
more ways than one”
John looked down. “Huh?” he noticed a large bulge in his
pants. “Oh, must be morning wood” he said, chuckling. “Anyways, have any more
of that shake?”
Matt nodded. “Of course. Let me just go to the bathroom
first” he said.
John nodded, awaiting his return. In that moment, however,
he acted on his impulsive hunger and ran to the kitchen. He downed the cakes
that were there in just ten minutes. By the time Matt came back, he was almost
done with the last cake.
“John! The cakes!” Matt said, frowning.
John blushed. “I… I was hungry…” he said sheepishly. His bloat
was huge. His stomach was like a beach ball at that point. His shirt was barely
“Hmmmm, John, you can’t keep doing this. You’re going to
need to be punished” he said, walking closer to him.
He pulled John’s shirt off and slipped it off his body. John’s
boner got bigger. He started sweating. “Oh, Matt… I…”
Matt smirked. “Let’s do it, right here, right now” he said,
pushing John down onto the table.
“I… I haven’t bottomed before” John said.
“There’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?” Matt
asked, rubbing his crotch against John’s ass.
John rubbed his ass back.
While they started their foreplay, Matt reached for some
cake and shoved it into John’s mouth. John ate it ravenously, soon begging for
“Yes… more cake please…” he said, all while getting fucked
They continued until they both came, sighing with
“Oh Mat… that was so fucking hot….” John said. “Uh… did I
eat two cakes again?”
Matt nodded. “You seem to have developed quite the appetite”
John blushed. “I… should go lie down again” he said.
Matt directed him to the room again, where John rested after
drinking another gainer shake to ‘wash the cake down.’
The process repeated for the next two weeks. John was wake
up after gorging himself, apologize, intend to go to work, but then fatten up
all over again when he tasted the powerful Miracle Butter that Matt fed him.
Soon, John’s clothes didn’t fit anymore. Matt noticed this
and decided to lend him his clothes under the guise of “not wanting him to
smell bad in the same clothes.”
Matt had hidden all the mirrors in the house before John
stayed. John didn’t suspect it, but he was growing into a pig. With an excess
of 5000 calories a day, he had gained around twenty pounds in just two weeks.
“Hey Matt, I’m going to run to work. I feel like I haven’t
been there in forever. How many days has it even been?” John said.
Matt shrugged. “I’m not sure. But I’ve enjoyed these days
with you so far”
John smiled. “I have too, but I don’t want to lose my job,
Matt nodded. “I understand” he said. “Will you be coming
“Yes” John replied. “I’ll come back and we can have dinner
When John arrived to work, everyone was staring at his newly
acquired belly. It didn’t help that the old work shirt he had on him barely fit
anymore. It was stretched out over his new pudge, the shirt barely covering his
roundness and rising up if he lifted his arms to expose his new belly.
“I must be bloated from the cake…” John said, sighing. “Guess
I’ll have to poop it out”
The customers all were shocked. His jawline was covered by
some newly acquired fat. His cheeks had gotten rounder. His belly welcomed
them, peeking out of his shirt.
“Wow… you’ve been eating those cakes too huh?” one of his
“Where have you been, John?!” his manager asked when he
arrived. He looked down at his belly. “Oh wow, jeez, have you been pigging out
John blushed. “I… no, I’m just bloated” he said.
For some reason though, he felt himself getting hard.
“Ok then, just… please for the love of god get a new shirt,
your belly is sticking out” his manager said, slapping it before walking away.
John felt the precum staining his pants. Why was he so
turned on at that moment? Why did he love it when his manager told him that?
He shrugged it off and decided to work so he could see Matt
later. At the end of his shift, he decided to have some cake before leaving,
despite his indulgences in the past two weeks.
When he arrived, Matt greeted him. “Hey, you look cute in
that shirt” Matt said.
John frowned. “Have I gotten fatter?” he asked.
Matt shrugged. “You might just be bloated. Or… you could be
turning into my little piggy” he said, chuckling. “I’m just joking”
John got hard again. “I should really hit the gym” he said. “I’ll
“You’re going to need this if you’re going to hit the gym”
Matt said, handing him a ‘protein shake’
“Thanks, baby” John said, downing it. With that, the cycle
resumed yet again.
John gorged himself on everything he could find in the
house, which Matt had fully stocked with fatty foods.
“Maybe I’ll just hit the gym tomorrow…” John said in between
Two months passed. John stopped going to work, instead
residing at Matt’s to make him cakes on occasion. Matt didn’t mind this at all.
He paid John generously too- in money but also in food.
John woke up and walked to the kitchen. Matt’s clothes were
now very tight on him. “Good morning baby” he said.
In the kitchen was a scale. And an object covered by sheets.
“What’s this?” John asked.
Matt took the sheets off the object, revealing a full body
mirror. “It’s a mirror, why don’t you look in it?”
John casually walked up to the mirror. “Uh… ok” he said. “Yeah,
now that I think about it, I haven’t looked in the mirror in ages”
When he witnessed his reflection, his jaw dropped. “Wh-
what?! Is this thing broken?! I…”
John was almost unrecognizable in the mirror. His chiseled
jawline and rock-hard cheeks were rounded like a ball. A double chin inhabited
the area where only one chin lived before. His chest stuck out in front of him-
the amount of fat could fit into a bra at that point. His belly was swollen and
large, a big ball in front of him. His legs were thick large trunks. No longer
did he have visible muscles and abs.
“How… how did I get like this!? Is this a joke?! I thought I
was just bloated, I….”
John was in disbelief.
Matt pointed to the scale.
John stepped on it. “250 pounds” it read. John shook his
head. “No way…. No way…!” he said. “This is impossible! How did I get so damn
“You’re fatter than me, babe” Matt said. “Way fatter” he
chuckled. “You really let yourself go. You’ve become my piggy, haven’t you?”
“What?!” John said. “You’ve been trying to make me fatter!?”
Matt shrugged. “Your underwear right now makes it seem like
you like it”
John was furious, but simultaneously blushing.
“You know what? Fuck it. I’m leaving” John said.
Matt shrugged. “Go ahead, go back with your parents. They’ll
comment on how fat a pig you’ve become in the past few months. They won’t even
be able to believe it. I mean, look at those stretch marks, the way your body
jiggles, those pepperoni nipples… Babe, you won’t even be able to fit in your
old clothes when you get home” Matt said.
He reached toward a cake on the cable and held it up to John’s
mouth. “Now, if you’re a good piggy you’ll accept your fate and eat”
John’s boner was raging. He turned his head. “I’m not going
to” he said.
Matt held the cake in place. It only took a few seconds for
John to turn around and fall to temptation. He reached out and took the cake
from Matt’s cake, stuffing it into his face.
“That’s right piggy, eat up. We need to get you fatter…”
Matt said smirking. “You’re my pig now, so you’ll do as I say and eat when I
“Yes…” John moaned.
“Show some respect, piggy” Matt said.
“Yes, daddy….” John replied.
“Hmmm, I like it. You’re going to make an excellent pig”
He stripped John down to nudity. “Alright pig, sit. Pigs don’t
use utensils now do they?”
John sat on the floor.
Matt immediately brought him a gainer shake with donuts. “Eat,
John did as he was told. He ate the cake with his mouth,
making a mess all over his face, chest, and belly. Matt fed him the shake and
he gulped it down faster than he ever gulped before, some of the liquid
dropping down onto his belly.
“Clean up” Matt commanded.
John immediately scooped pieces of food and drink from his
chest and belly and started eating.
“What a fucking pig” Matt said, observing his fatboy. John
had completely let go, giving in to his greedy desires.
They decided to fuck after John’s meal, but John was so
greedy that he ate cake while Matt fucked him in the ass, grabbing his belly
and slapping his fat, which jiggled.
A year later, John had ballooned into a giant pile of pure fat.
They had followed the routine daily- Matt fed him and fucked him. John would
relax and then they’d start all over again. At this point, he was so big that
Matt got creative with how he fucked- he fucked his rolls, his belly button,
his fat pad, and all the other crevices that his fat created when it rolled out
onto each other.
Matt had installed a weight scale on the bed for John.
That day, he was grabbing John’s rolls while fucking them.
John was eating cake with icing out of the pan, getting crumbs all over the
“Typical fucking fatty” Matt said, teasing John and slapping
John continued eating, barely able to talk with all the food
in his mouth.
Matt noticed that the scale, which was calibrated to John’s
weight, read 650.
“You know, when I told you you were my piggy the other day,
I lied” Matt said.
John looked confused.
“You’re not my piggy, you’re my fucking fatboy hog” he
clarified. “Now open your mouth and keep eating, fatso” Matt commanded.
“Yes daddy… I’m just your fat hog… I can’t stop eating…”
John moaned as Matt fucked his rolls.
They both came at the same time, Matt in John’s rolls and
John in his fat pad, where his dick now resided. Immediately, John continued to
eat, scooping some of the cum from under his roll onto his cake.
“Fucking hog” Matt commented. “You can’t stop eating, can
John continued. Just over a year ago he was a chiseled jock
with a sick pack, and now he was a mountain of lard.
And he wanted more. He would be 700 in no time. He would be
a hog for life.
Prompt: “Please put your penis away.” / Smut / It’s a fine line between love and hate. At least, that’s what you tell yourself in order to remain blindly oblivious to the fact that, despite your best efforts, you have a definite attraction to your roommate. A roommate who may or may not like you back.
In all honestly, you’re not sure how you got to this position - lying on your back with his hands squeezing your thighs.
Your heads spinning quickly as you look down at your boyfriend. He furrows his eyebrows when he looks down at you again and for a second you wonder if something’s wrong.
“God. You’re perfect like this.” He stresses, teeth catching his lips for a split second before he continues, “Lying down, legs spread out just for me.”
In ur opinion what r Jensen and Misha's best angles
i’m not an expert on misha’s appearance and i don’t want to piss off the misha stans so i’m only gonna answer about jensen and probably piss off the jensen stans
this is his best angle
shot toward his left side, with his head either angled a little bit down (first gif) or a little bit up (second gif)
with jensen, it’s all about his nose, ears and jaw.
if u get him head-on, his ears pull focus away from his face. (i mean, they’re cute as shit, but u get what i mean.)
when it’s shot toward his right side with his head tilted up, his nose looks extra thin and pointy, also pulling a bit too much focus. however, this is definitely the best angle for that magic jawline and with making his chin look more defined.
shots toward his right side also make him look 10x more masculine than he does from his left. it’s because of the way his nose curves. from his left, it looks like it curves up in a cute little point. from his right, it looks like it curves down. i prefer the more feminine angle, and it seems spn does, too, because most shots are toward his left. (go watch the episode misha directed. every fuckin shot of dean is toward his left side. same, misha. same.)
evidenced most obviously in his selfies, jensen ackles……has no chin. or a lot of chins. it’s hard to tell which. in selfie angles, his face kind of just disappears into his neck and makes it look like he doesn’t have a jawline. now, i’m all about a pudgy chin and soft jaw, but i’d prefer jensen’s face not to bleed into his neck like in these selfies.
his jawline is a mystery even to me and is really more dependent on how he moves his face than what angle the camera is. however, there is obviously a major difference between this
where he has no defined jawline whatsoever and looks very soft
which u can cut a loaf of bread with.
i think the reason why i’m so drawn to jensen’s face is because, to me, it looks completely different from every goddamn angle. he could move his face half an inch to the left and i’d gasp in shock at how different he looks. i’d say he doesn’t really have a bad angle, but i definitely prefer some of his angles over others.
(all gifs are from season 9 to avoid a major difference in age or haircut.)
Y/N had never really been to a party, let alone one held at
a mansion as expensive as this. There wasn’t as many people as she anticipated,
but that wasn’t a problem at all. Whoever owned this house must’ve had some
sort of trust fund – marble floors with columns holding up the second floor
paired with an east and west wing.
There was even an indoor – and heated – swimming pool in the
back. Some people had gone to the back to drink and wade in the water. Y/N had
been dragged to this party by her group of friends, but at the same time, she
wanted to experience a nice house party at least once in her life.
It was obvious who ran this party – they all wore similar
styles of clothing and everyone seemed to fawn over them. Y/N could only
recognize a few, like the blond boy named Mark and his friend Johnny. It was
rare to see the group of boys ever separate. The lights were dimmed and the
music was loud, the crowd of people in the first floor just swaying and
mingling. The signature red Solo cup was in almost everyone’s hands – everyone