Hollywood Undead Lemons/Fluffs (_______×Reader)

Mirrors Are Liars - Da Kurlzz x Reader (Smut)(Trigger Warning - Eating Disorder)

"I stared at the mirror in our bedroom. I knew that I had to get help. I just... I couldn't make myself eat, despite the sharp angles of my body. My ribs jutted out so much that I could count each one individually, my hips were sharp, unforgiving bones. I thought I was fat. I thought he wouldn't love me anymore because I wasn't thin enough--pretty enough. He started to notice. He felt the bones growing more apparent as time wore on. He noticed how I began to flinch away when he moved to put his arm around me. I did it out of fear. In my empty stomach grew a fear that he would leave me if he knew exactly what I did to achieve my body shape. I grew distant, pushed him away. When he begged me to tell him exactly what was going on, I finally broke down. I told him everything. I told him I wanted to get help. He held me gently and cried too. He apologized over and over for not noticing sooner. I cried into his strong chest. My sobs wracked my frail body hard, threatening to break it. After what felt like hours, he let go and looked me in the eyes. He told me that he's going to take me to get help first thing in the morning. I hugged him again and thanked him. That night, he cuddled me close, not minding the knobby, awkward edges of my body as they pressed into his. I knew then that every time he said he loved me, it was completely true."

Kurlzz looked up from the notebook after reading the first page aloud. I had fully recovered to a normal weight after months and months of struggling. The book he read from was a journal that my therapist asked me to keep. I asked Kurlzz to read it, and so he did. It was worth it--the look on his face. He looked across our bed at me with love and joy and tenderness, just as he had that night I had written about.

"I still love you. Quite a bit, actually," he said with a smile, handing the book back to me. I placed it on the night stand.

"I love you too."

He leaned across the bed and kissed me lovingly. I kissed back and let him pull me closer, push me on to my back. My mouth opened to his, letting his tongue pass through the invisible barrier in between. His hands wandered under my shirt and down my stronger, filled out frame, caressing and drawing little circles in the skin on my ribs. My arms were wrapped around his neck, one hand was flat on his back, the other gently tugged his hair. His groan made embers glow inside me. My knees bent, letting his waist settle between my legs. He pushed up for a second and my heart raced. He's going to leave. He's--

He's taking off his shirt.

I let out a sigh of relief. He tossed his shirt somewhere on the floor and kissed me once. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and looked at me with a silent question in his eyes. I nodded once, knowing what he wanted. He slowly pushed it up, kissing up the middle of my stomach on the way. When he came to my bra, he let me sit up and pull it the rest of the way off. Before it even landed on the floor, my lips were against his again. He slowly pushed me down again and kissed me passionately, but lovingly. My hips moved of their own accord, slowly grinding against him. He groaned again. One of his hands moved from being tangled in my hair to slowly sliding down my body and into my pants. I bit his lip as his fingers sunk into me, both of us let out sounds of pleasure. My hips arched into his hand out of a primal need that came from somewhere deep within me. My hands reached for the drawstring of his pants and pulled one end to free it. He sat up again and pushed them off, then pulled my pants off, watching me the entire time, as if I would tell him to stop. I didn't. He looked up and down my body, then let out a little sound of love and let me pull him down again.

His lips separated from my lips and trailed down my neck, pressing deep kisses down. His hands  The trail went around the cup of my bra and to the center of my chest. He kissed above my heart. He rubbed my sides right under my bra, so I took the hint and arched my back, letting him unhook my bra. He hesitated pulling it away. Honestly, I was nervous and self conscious, but the way he was looking at me... I felt some solace in it. I knew that the way I looked would not change how he felt about me. I knew that I was beautiful, and so I took it off. His gaze slid down from my eyes only for a moment before his lips were suddenly on mine again.

He kissed me again, deeper and more passionate than before, as he moved to the side so he could slide my underwear off. I kept my eyes closed as I pushed his down, blushing darkly and fairly embarrassed of my own want for him. He took them the rest of the way off, pulling back to do so, and moved between my legs again. I was too shy to look him up and down more than once. He gazed into my eyes with another silent question. I nodded again. He slowly, gently pushed into me.

I closed my eyes and bit my lip, my nails dug into his back. I knew he was being gentle for me. He stopped when he was fully in me, letting both of us rest for a moment and letting me adjust to the feeling. He leaned down and kissed me gently, deeply. One hand slid back up and gently pulled his hair, then he started moving, being careful for me.

. . . . .

We laid there, cuddled up. He held me close to him and I buried my face in his chest.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you," I whispered back.

He kissed my lips one more time before we both fell asleep.

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