#so that they don't have to go buy their own baby meals when under the weather?

[notdeadjack]

I had surgery to remove one of my wiser teeth yesterday and now I look like half a hamster and cannot comfortably eat solid food

I have apples tho so I'm gonna be my own parent and feed the baby (me) some home made apple sauce

#should probably also go buy some meal supplement shakes and a smoothie or something #but my jaw hurts and looks like I stole it from a chad #ugh #I'll go later like a responsible adult #is this why people have relationships? #so that they don't have to go buy their own baby meals when under the weather?

[personasintro]

A part of Mutual Help series!

pairing: mh!jungkook x reader

warnings: explicit language, Kiko is mentioned (this deserves it's own warning)

genre: fluff

word count: 1.8k+

a/n: Merry Christmas! ♡

Mutual Help Series

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“Oooh, what could be in here?” Taehyung muses, pursing his reddened lips that has gotten its own intense color thanks to the cold weather outside. 

What was he doing outside when you've been at this place for around an hour? Flirting, of course. 

“Knowing you, probably tons of condoms.” you answer, causing Taehyung to stop shaking the present he's just gotten from Jimin. It stops rattling under his grip as he shoots you a glare across the table. 

Unfazed, you reach with your chopsticks for a piece of meat before you put it in your mouth. Next to you, Jungkook cackles under his breath and Jimin looks proud by your little comment. 

“Well, miss I-don't-need-anyone, we all like to have our fun. Maybe you should try it.” Taehyung bites back. Though his tone sounds serious and deep with his thick accent, there's a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. 

You know how far you can take it to joke with each of your friends. Taehyung's got a thick skin and there's only so little you could actually say to offend him. Not that you would ever want to. Taehyung loves jokes and fun, he loves teasing and most of the time he's the one who takes it too far but never to actually cause a damage to your friendship. Whatever he says, you know should not be taken to heart literally. Therefore, no matter what he says about your single life – you don't take it as an insult. 

“Hooking up with a bunch of strangers? No thanks.”

He grins, “Maybe you should try it.”

“You offering?” you shoot right back, Jungkook choking on his soda as Jimin laughs out loud.

“You know what? Once you grow up a little, text me.”

You snort, “Stop acting as if I was a child.”

Taehyung shrugs, “No, but you're the baby of our group.”

Groaning, you frown. “Don't call me that.”

“Deny it all you want, Y/L/N but we all know the truth.”

“You guys scare almost every guy that looks at me. It beats the point of having fun.”

“Don't say shit like that, now! I'm all for you exploring and having fun.”

“Our point of fun is slightly different than hers, Tae.” Jimin comments, putting more meat to your plate as you thank him with a grateful smile. For the meat, of course. Although, he's not that off about the entire fun topic. 

“We all know what kind of fun we're talking about.”

“Alright, let's move on, yeah?” Jungkook calls, shaking his head at Taehyung.

“Here we go, protective Jungkook.”

“Why do you always somehow bring up sex in every conversation?” Jungkook scolds him.

Taehyung gasps, feigning offense as he points his finger at you. “First of all, she started talking about condoms!”

Jimin laughs out loud while you shoot him a glare for being too loud. God, you hope the owners won't kick you out. Talking so publicly about sex is often frowned upon. No one who wants to enjoy their meal wants to hear someone talking about sex from the other table. Unless those people are… open like Taehyung. He's always been a bit shameless. 

 Jungkook glances at you upon Taehyung's finger that's directed toward you. You shrug innocently. “So what? You automatically got into it.”

“You know it doesn't take too much for me.”

“That's true.” Jimin nods along with Taehyung's response. 

You laugh, “Just open the goddamn present, Tae.” 

He cracks a grin and starts laughing before he rips the package open. Surprisingly, it's not condoms – you would seriously laugh your ass out if it were – but it's a box of popular male fragrances in smaller versions. You recognize all of them, silently praising Jimin for this year's present. 

You all exchange presents for each other. There was an idea coming from Jimin, you think, last year to pick up a secret Santa for each year. But there's something special and thoughtful about buying everyone a gift. And it makes a slight burden to all your wallets, but nobody said the presents have to be expensive. Yet, they're always meaningful and nobody gives shitty presents here. 

You meet every year before Christmas since all of you spend it with your families. You've decided to make your own and celebrate it together, even if it's beforehand. This year it has to be because you're flying back home sooner than usual. 

They were kind enough to meet no matter what, said it wouldn't be the same if you weren't here. 

After that is done, Jungkook is the one to take you home since Taehyung came to pick you up. There's fog everywhere with snow sitting down and not melting anytime soon. You love when there's snow around Christmas time.

On your way home, it's not that late by the time you arrive. Jungkook helps you with your presents upstairs and accepts a cup of tea you offer him with a stern look. You're quick to shed the layers of clothes and make yourself more comfortable. You bring Jungkook his tea and make a hot chocolate for yourself.

“What you got in there?” you ask, plopping next to him as the warmth and scent of home hugs you. 

“A little something,” he says with a cheeky grin. 

Spotting the same Christmas wrapping paper he has used for all his presents, you give him a knowing look. You're about to protest and scold the shit out of him when he shakes his head with another grin. 

“Stop.”

“No, you stop!” you whine, “You already gave me your present.”

And it was great. Jungkook has given you two tickets to a water park that's located on Jeju Island. That alone tells you it wasn't quite cheap.

“It's not much, I swear.” 

“But why? We all decided on one present.” 

Grateful that he's so thoughtful, you're slightly annoyed that he broke the rule that perhaps never was so serious but it makes you feel bad. 

“Just because.”

“That's not a valid reason.”

“Sounds very valid to me,” he sings out, teasing you a little further as you both giggle. “You'll understand it once you open it.” he finishes it with that, urging you to open it.

Hiding the heat in your cheeks, you playfully roll your eyes and start unboxing the little box he has managed to sneak in his jacket. Curiosity and excitement takes over you because Jungkook's presents are always something else. You rip the package and gasp as soon as you recognize the familiar box.

“Kook!”

“You told me you ran out the other day.”

“Did you–”

“Bought it when Jimin bought Taehyung's present? Yeah.” He answers, already knows what you were about to ask. But you're too stunned to scold him for interrupting you.

You open the box and pull out your favorite perfume. A few weeks ago, you don't even know how that conversation came up but you mentioned to him that your perfume is running out indeed. It wasn't anything intentional of course, more of a whine when you were about to spray a tiny amount as you were about to go out. You thought he was barely listening to you, urging you to rush out your ass outside. His exact words. 

But he's always listening. 

“I think I'm gonna be more careful what I'm about to say in front of you. You're gonna buy me everything I mentioned.” you chuckle, taking a good inhale of your favorite flowery and powdery scent. You mostly use it during warm seasons but it's a good one even in the winter.

It's your staple scent. Everyone knows it. It's special. You were using it back at home and it not only smells incredible, it also holds a certain emotional attachment you have with it. 

“Don't worry about that, you're out of my budget.” 

You kick the side of his thigh as you cross your legs under your butt, carefully placing the bottle on the table next to the ripped wrapping paper. “I wanted to buy it after Christmas.” 

“You don't have to anymore.”

You give him a look, questioning his answer for everything as he simply justifies his thoughtfulness in the most basic manner. He always brushes it like it's nothing. But it's very special to you. He is. 

In seconds, you wrap your arms around him and hug him tightly. He lets out a surprised gasp, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he hugs you back. He's warm, smells like a mixture of his wooden cologne and winter air. 

“Thank you.” you mumble into his shoulder before you slowly pull away. “But seriously, you should stop spending so much money on me. Don't you have a girlfriend to spend money on?”

As far as you know, she's fine with it but who knows. Jungkook isn't the type to let anyone get into your or guys' friendships. But he's also in love and people in love tend to be slightly blind, if you must say so. Not that you speak from your own experiences but well, it's quite known. And Jungkook is definitely in love. 

“Don't worry about Kiko,” he assures you, “She'll get a good amount of presents too.”

“Well, I hope she loves you for you and not for your bank account.”

He scowls, causing you to give him a childish toothy grin that acts innocent. “She's not like that.”

“But I'm serious, you should stop spending so much money on people. Especially on me.”

“I spend my money however I want and you know what?” he asks with a grin, leaning closer to you as you watch him with wide eyes. “It's none of your business.” he flicks your nose with his thumb causing you to cuss him out as you push his forehead to get him away from your proximity. 

“So really, just accept it.”

“You're stubborn.”

“You're telling me?” he laughs out loud as if you just told him the biggest joke.

Rolling your eyes again, you purse your lips. “I wanted to be nice, you moron.”

“Be nice by just accepting it. And the simple thanks is just enough, not needed though. The hug was very nice.”

You slap his arm in a teasing manner which causes him to laugh even more. “I'll hug you for the rest of my life.”

“Promise?” he smirks. 

“I promise.” you giggle, nodding.

“Well, then Merry Christmas.” 

“Merry Christmas, Kook.” you smile, the warmth spreading all over your heart. Even though this year hasn't been all rainbow and sunshine, it's alright as long as you have these people right beside you. 

Who cares about presents? They're nice and show the thoughtfulness behind them by each of your friends. What you need the most is just them. And the special relationship you have with each of them will hopefully last your lifetime. Because if it doesn't, nothing will ever be the same. 

Without them you would feel lost. At the moment, you're anything but lost. You have your second family, hoping this tradition between you never dies and will continue years and years.

#bts fluff #bts angst #bts au #bts smut #mutual help #jungkook x reader #jungkook fic #personasintro

[femd-archive]

NEEDY

pairing: sadistic beauty — woo haesol x fem!reader

word counting: 1.7k

content warning: use of honorifics 'noona' & 'unnie' | sniffing panties | use of lingerie | feminization | fingering (m) | dumbification | use of toys (strap-on) | dirty talk | slight chest play | begging | aftercare

summary: you catch haesol masturbating to you

📎 side note: english is not my first lenguage, so sorry in advance for any grammar mistakes.

"I'm heading off" you announce in the doorstep as you put your shoes on. At the same time you're picking up your purse, Haesol comes from the kitchen, wearing his cute pink apron as he dries his hands off with a hand-towel.

"Good luck today, noona" he breaks in one of his sweet smiles, making your heart melt.

"You have a day off today?" you ask, stretching your arms to motion him to come closer. He gets comfortable in your arms as you squeeze him in a warm hug.

"Yeah, the professor called in sick so the class got suspended" he answers.

"Lucky boy" you mutter, tickling him so slightly in his tummy but he stills wiggles away while giggling. "I'm going now. I'll see you later" sharing a short kiss on the lips, you sadly let him go from your arms to walk to the door.

"See you later" he waves at you from the door, and it's not until he sees you get into the elevator that he returns back into your shared apartment.

In the next few hours, Haesol cleaned the apartment upside down; chopped some veggies to freeze them for future meals; water the little plants he buyed from the store down the street and he loved with all his heart; he readed some books that were required for his next proyect and did some exercises from those yoga videos he found on YouTube.

Finally done with all his tasks, he took a relaxing bath with all the products that you buyed for him on your work trips. He always insist to not buy anything for him, but you can't help but want to spoil your pretty boy.

After taking his time in the bathtub, he also took his time drying himself off. As he dryed the last droplets of his wet hair, with his free hand he started to open his drawers to find some clean clothes. His body freezes for a moment and his cheeks started to feel hot when he sees the sight of your red panties on top of all his other underewear.

Shaky hands stretch forward to grab the piece of clothing. Why was it there? Have you confused your drawers with his and you just throw it in there? That's pretty possible.

Curiosity wins over him. «What if they are dirty? I might need to put them in the next batch of dirty clothes» is what Haesol thinks, and there's only one way to really know if they are dirty or not. Trembling with excitment, he brings the panties up to his face and closer to his nose, taking a long sniff to them.

He took his conclusion right away: they were not dirty, but the specific fragance of your cloth softener makes his mind full of you and his body reacts right away, it always does when it comes to you.

As he closes his eyes and get lost in your scent, his free hand is already reaching for the bulge forming under his white towel, gropping it as he imagines it's your own hand. Soon enough, the towel falls to his feet, and his hard cock springs up, proudly standing.

Wrapping his hand around it, he starts with soft strokes along the shaft, more focused on sniffing away your panties.

"Ah...noona ~" he moans on the low, his hand taking speed on his dick as he really tries his best to think is you. In his already delusional state, he can swear he feels the warmth of your chest hitting his back as your own hands strokes his pathetic dick. "More...more, please!" he pleads in whispers, tears already forming in his eyes.

"You're already this hard for just smelling my panties? What a naughty girl" he hears you tease him in his ear, and he gasps. "Why don't you wear them? You'll look really pretty wearing them for me, won't you baby?"

"Yes...yes" he answers to nobody, regardless, he still follows your imaginary order.

With a few water droplets still falling from his back, he waste no more time and put your red panties on. They are tight around the waist and surely do not cover his whole dick, but still combines with his pale skin and slim figure.

"There you go, princess. Now, why don't you show noona how you play with your pussy yourself?"

Heasol's face feels even hotter than it already was, but who was he to deny you?

Taking the lube bottle that was in display on your night stand, he lies down on the bed and pushes the panties aside to display his already twitching hole. Squirting some of the lube on two of his fingers, he teases his hole a little bit to finally insert the two digits slowly inside him. Mouth agape, he throws his head back in pleasure as he starts softly thrusting his fingers in and out.

"Oh...fuck" he mumbles, bitting his bottom lip down as he starts to add speed on his fingers, his neglected dick twitching painfully on his tummy. "Ah ~ noona, please..." he cries, "fuck me, please. Noona...noona" he calls out for you as his mind start to feel fuzzy.

He was so gone that he didn't even hear you come back.

"I'm home ~" you announce, trying to sound as cheerful as you can after a long day in college.

As you take your shoes off in the entrance, you wait for your cute boyfriend to come skipping and jump into you as he showers your face with 'welcome home' kisses; but even after taking your coat off, he isn't there.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you start searching for him around the apartment. In a general view he wasn't at the kitchen nor outside in the balcony, sometimes he liked to keep company to his little plants after all; he also wasn't sleeping on the couch, wich you find good since you don't want him to hurt his neck; opening the bathroom door, you see that it's all foggy, so it's a sign that he took a bath no long ago.

Finally knowing where he was, you walk upstairs to search for him in your bedroom, and sure as hell he was in there.

The whole room was filled with his moans and whimpers, along with the squelching sounds of his long fingers fucking in him again and again and again. It was no rare sight to see him this ruined for you, but for him to get himself in that state? That sure is new.

"Haesol?" you call out to him, making him midly snap from his trance, but it only makes him whine and cry even more as he, with his two hands, spreads his cheeks to show his hole at your mercy.

"Please noona...come fuck my needy pussy" he cries out. And that was enough reason for you to move faster than ever in your life, fetching your strap on the way to bed.

"Fuck...are those my panties?" you finally took notice of that, and how good they looked on him. A simple whimper of him answered your question, and you didn't need anything more than that. "Such a needy girl, couldn't wait for unnie to come home?"

Haesol shakes his head no. "Needed you...needed you so bad unnie" he whines.

"I can see it...fuck, you're so wet for me already" finally securing your strap-on on your hipss, you take the dildo and slap it a little bit on your boyfriend's wet hole. "Want me in?"

"Yes! Please, please, please unnie...fuck me" he begs with his sweet broken voice. And you don't need any more motivation than that.

With a simple thrust, the whole toy inserted inside him so easily, making Haesol throw his head back once again, and you smile at his reactions. You feel yourself getting wet at the simple thought of being the one that makes him feel this good.

The bedroom fills once again with your boyfriend's moans and your breathy ones.

Heasol's hands come under your shirt and pull it up enough to make your tits visible, still with your bra on. He then removes the cups upwards, freeing them. His warm hands started massaging and playing with them as he starts pouting at you.

"Kiss...kiss" he started mumbling, teary eyes looking at your lips and then your eyes once again. And how can you deny such a puppy look.

Without reducing your speed, you bend down to capture your boyfriend's lips with yours, sharing a heated kiss where his moans melted in your tongue as he traps your body with his arms and legs.

"Cum...'lease...please let me cum" he begs between cries. "I've been good...I've been so good. Please...let me cum"

"I guess you've been. Cleaning the house down, being a good student and taking care of me like the cute housewife you are, aren't you?" you chuckle as you see him nod his head yes. "Then cum for me, baby"

He lets out a last cry, his grip on you getting weaker as he comes in white ropes, dirtying his naked chest and even getting some of it in his face. You help him ride his orgasm with softer thrusts, reducing the speed to none as you pepper his face with sweet kisses as he gasps for air.

"There you go, you did so good for me baby" you whisper sweet nothings in his ear, helping him calm down.

His limbs go numb, letting you go completely as he now lies on the bed, knocked out and soft snoring. You chuckle to yourself as you get out of bed to get wet wipes and a bottle of water from the kitchen.

You clean him up and dress him in fresh clothes to sleep comfortably. Once you tuck him in, you take a shower before getting back in bed with him, cuddling him closer to you.

"Silly boy, you never tell me how much you need me until I gotta see you all needy like this" you scold him slightly, though you know he might not hear you in his unconscious state.

Smiling at his sleeping figure, you leave a kiss on his forehead as you snuggle up to him to get some rest as well. You'll get to see his flustered face in the morning when you refresh his mind with all that you've done tonight.

#sadistic beauty #woo haesol #haesol x reader #dom!reader #dom reader #sub!character #sub character #sub!haesol #sub haesol #sub!sadistic beauty #sub sadistic beauty

[defectivefanboy]

Hi darling! How are you? How have you been? Sorry for bothering, I wanted to request! You really write very well and keep up with the good work! So anyways.. Can I request smut for Alastor, Lucifer & Crimson reacting to their girlfriend wear a lingerie?

Thank you so much! Have a lovely day/night!!

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Imma go ahead and ignore that icky word that's in there and make it S/O because I want to write Alastor. Here is my request page for anyone who wants to in the future. Please take a read before you come into my inbox :D

Can I request smut for Alastor, Lucifer & Crimson reacting to their [REDACTED] wearing lingerie?

Overall notes: Stories written on this blog are GN until specified. While this story uses they/them pronouns, and while I don't mind female readers on my blog/interacting, love my girlies, hey girlies~, but I do not write female reader, and if you are a fetishizer. fuck off??? ew. How would you even do that on an x reader???

C/W: NSFW topics, Each character will have their own respective warnings, Sexual content, duh, no pronouns used, Bottom! reader favored, Established relationships. OOC?, I mean this would never happen, so yeah ooc

Notes: the giggle I had to stop when I got to Alastor good god, but Lucifer was honestly the funniest and most enjoyable to write. I had a smile on my face the whole time

Crimson ♧︎...

C/W: Slight Voyeurism (mention of his right hand man Alessio), Degradation, he def has a sir kink, don't lie to me, mention of stealing/sugarbaby (hes an asshole) mention of stalkers? admirers?? idk he just mentions people leaving you gifts,

For being an old (mafia) man. He's not opposed to a little dress up

Only if its you though. He would NEVER

He would be into something with a little more class.

Never will his darling look like some 2 cent floozy

So none of that crotchless bull honky. While he wouldn't be mad at it, he would rather leave more to the imagination. Something to work for, y'know?

And he would certainly work for it.

You really wanna get him going? Accentuate your hips. That's something him and Moxxie can agree. They like their darling with a little bit of width~

If you are gonna wear something for him, you best put on a show while you're at it.

He waits to do business after dinner, so why not let him enjoy his meal

For an asshole he has some manners now

Always making you cum once or twice before even taking your outfit off.

It likes to wait before unwrapping his gift <3

But once he gets more accustom to your interest

He's definitely going to be the one buying you the set

well its his money that's being used, Al is the one who goes and picked them up. Poor baby...

"You're so needy, baby. But did you need to go and make yourself out to be a whore in the middle of a meeting?" Crimson said as he placed a hand on your waist. His desk might not be the most comfortable place, but it will do for now. It's not like he can ignore you when you got all dolled up for him.

"I don't remember buying this one. Alessio leaving you gifts now too?" His fingers slid under the thin fabric as you let out a soft whine before answering, "I got them,.. custom made, sir." you said, trying to steady your breathing as his hands wandered between your legs. You let out a yelp as he spreads your legs out more for himself.

"And where are you getting this money from, huh? Hope you're not stealing it from me, brat." He gives you a soft glare and a questioning look as his eyes scan over the fabric that covered you, before his spotted the embroidered 'C. Knolastname' on the front of the waist band. With his index finger and thumb, he hooked them around the band and traced the deigned. Crimson gives you a smirk and placed a kiss right under your belly button before moving down.

"Hmm... maybe i do have a use for that ring then after all, but i should repay this favor before hand. Right, (Y/n) Knolastname?"

Lucifer 𓅰...

C/W: light choking, another one with a superiority kink, mentions of god (he calls himself it), size kink for the fact I thought this man was like 5'8-10 come to look up his like 6'2-3, slight crack fic (because he wouldn't take anything seriously until truly needed, he giggles when you change in front of him, it's always a crack fic with him)

HE HAS A MATCHING SET!!

god how my perception of these characters have been warped

but he has most definitely bought you outfits before, probably the only one to go out of his way to get matching ones.

Even got a few custom ones made, you can always tell by the little duck embroidered somewhere on them.

He's game for anything you wanna wear. He isn't gonna stop you, if anything he's gonna encourage you to wear more.

He's helpless for you in such a pretty outfit and it's all for him?

He feels loved and he's sure to pay that back ten fold in the bedroom.

You might not allowed to be in heaven, but he can show you what it was like~

I maaay..be a bit delusional, but in private I feel like he's all giggly and shit.

Oh an he definitely was the first time you pulled this from your hat of tricks.

Almost a little to giggly i'd sat, to think the ruler of hell would be this flustered over an article of clothing is beyond me

But once he starts to become use to it. He starts to expect it. What? He is the king of Hell after all.

And he truly expects to be treated like one. (He's a brat when he doesn't get attention)

Be it sinner, hell-born, or even the 'perfect OC/that everyone loves who is half angel half devil/stronger then god/etc' he's gonna ask you one thing constantly...

"Please, my angel of death? Just one time, for me? Then i'll never ask again. Promise."

"I'm not wearing a duck tail while you fuck me. When- Where in hell did you even get these made?" you asked as you held up the pair of yellow lingerie with a duck tail sown on the back of the waist band.

"You shouldn't need to worry about that, my love. All you need to worry about is wearing them for me." He said with a light sigh and a shrug of his shoulders, a soft smile resting on his face.

"Again, I am not. fucking. wearing. them, you prick-!" As soon as you got the name out you felt yourself against the wall. The soft smile gone from Lucifer's face as a dark look pooled in his eyes, an unsettling stare never leaving yours. Before you could apologize, his hand wrapped around throat, his index finger pushed your face up to his as he spoke with a low voice.

Almost like that cheery devil was just a front...

"Oh, how far from grace you have fallen, my dear. Seems you already forgotten your god. But that's no trouble at all, for tonight..." His grip on your neck got tighter as he got closer to your ear and a sinister smile made itself at home upon his pale face. Y'know, you really only notice how big he is when he gets like this... oh that wasn't a complaint. Not when his presence alone encaged you against the wall, let alone the possessive grip that he had on you.

"I'll teach you how to praise my name once again."

Alastor 𐂂...

C/W: Teasing, sadly abo mention, WHY ARE YOU BOOING ME I AM RIGHT, blood mentions, possessive behaviors, light choking, mentions of cannabalism, duh, playing more into the abo, uhm, sniffing? idfk leave me alone its late. oh ft: a guest at the end.

Another man with class, just not as much. I mean, come on, he's still a sinner~

though when you present yourself to him in your outfit, he can't help, but raise a brow as he tried to keep down his smile at the sight.

Definitely a big tease, a BIG tease

Especially when you look so cute for him, squirming under his indifferent gaze. Oh how he wants to squeeze your cheeks and leave you begging for release~

He's also one for a game of cat and mouse.

so when you go out into town with him make sure to slip his favorite pair of lingerie under your clothes

And if you're one wear revealing clothes, then I hope you're ready for a possessive (and bloody) overlord, ad pray for anyone who thinks they can touch you, let alone come near you.

oh AND OHHHH wanna know how you really got him? How you really got to him??? When the static cuts out and that Louisiana drawl' comes out of him. (I would die. again.)

(If I say he has a rut would that be considered A/b/o? I mean he is a deer demon, same with other demons in a similar case)

but WHOOO WEE

for someone who normally has a distaste for touch that isn't initiated by him, He'll enjoy a night or two (on the rare occasion) where he lets you indulge yourself

though, do be careful now, he's a gentleman up and foremost, but he's not always a patient man at that. He's always willing to return the favor tenfold~

And if you already couldn't tell, he loves the color red, basically lives in it. So it's safe to it sets something off in him

be the cannibal in him, or maybe he just likes the color a little too much

but at the end of it you'll more marked up then a rough draft <3

"Bless your heart, Dear. Did you think I wouldn't notice... your little getup? His clawed fingers trailed your sides as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. His frame trapping you in your seat and god, would it be terrifying for any mere sinner in this position, if it wasn't for the playful twitch of his ear that told you otherwise. Someone was enjoying this more then he let on...

It wasn't the first time you had teased him in public, but it was the first time people really had the courage to come talk to you. To give the poor souls benefit of the doubt, you were just sat at the bar talking to husk. Though, you would also think the red pinstripe outfit and microphone that rested at your side gave itself away.

"And it seems i'm not the only one. Now, if I were to kill everyone in this god forsaken hotel. Whose fault would that be, hm?" A clawed hand made it's way around your throat as it softly pulled you back, letting him have full access to your neck. Burying his face in your neck, he took in a deep breathe as static radiated off him.

"Or maybe I should have you for a meal tonight. You do smell quite... appetizing, my darling. Such a shame I have to ruin that pretty little outfit of yours." Before you could even gasp a grumbling and angry voice rang out, bringing you both back into reality.

"Can you two not fuck at my bar please? You are just as bad as that damn spider."

"Oh of course Husker! We'll get out of your fur right now actually! Wasn't like these pathetic things were going to get a taste of you anyways."

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[shelbgrey]

Hi honey, I want to place an order for Twilight please. I want something for "being Rosalie and Emmett's daughter" the girl would be Jasper and Alice's goddaughter, hence, "granddaughter" of Esme and Carlisle. If it wasn't too much to ask, write how you think her relationship with each person in your family would be, Clan Denali would also enter this medium, since they are such good friends with Carlisle (I love them). Anyway, that's it honey, if it's too much for you, let me know, I never meant to be rude 😔💗

Being Emmett and Rose's daughter and the youngest in the Cullen family:

Your relationships with them:

Emmett and Rosalie:

They are your parents, they adopted you a little bit over a century before the big move to Forks.

Unlike the people around you, you have a strong relationship with your parents. Rosalie is a loving mother and Emmett is very much an over protective father.

The over protectiveness can get annoying but you know he means well. At first he was afraid to touch you, with his super human strangth he was always afraid to be around you. That didn't stop you from when you were a baby beacuse you'd just follow him everywhere. If he was working on his jeep you were crawling under there with him holding a flashlight. If he was play video games you'll craw on the couch and read a Dr. Suse book next to him.

Rosalie always makes sure your loved a cared for. She makes sure you eat proper meals, buys you anything you want, and most importantly she's always there to listen. It's hard to keep things from her and you know you can tell her anything.

Their worst fear is you becoming a vampire... But they also don't want to lose you once you get into your old age. It's a subject that wasn't discussed and you just didn't bring it up. That's the only thing you guys fight about... That and boys.

You've never seen your father so angry when he found out Pual Imprinted on you. Rose was just disponted on who it was but she was glad you found someone you loved. I think part of her was afraid you'll end up in this same relationship she was when she dated Ryoce King.

But then they saw that dispite his temper he treated you like a queen and that's what matter.

Alice and Jasper:

These two are your godparents. I think part of Rose wanted it to be carlisle and Esma but over the years she relized Alice was the best choice.

You love Alice and all but sometimes you argue. Mostly over clothes. There's been many first days of school that you hid in carlisle's office because you didn't want to wear a dress. After school you guys do make up.

She always makes sure you know your beautiful. If your insecur about something she'll try and help you see the beauty in it. If you hate your hair she'll come up with different styles intill you find one you like.

Jasper is the one you'll set with if you want peace. If there's a big family gathering and you don't want to talk you'll be with Jasper.

To him your the only thing pure in his life and he'll tare down the world for you.

You love hearing stories from jasper's past.

Jasper tought you how to swing a bat and to play baseball.

Carlisle and Esme:

You have a strong bond with these two.

Your close to carlisle and he always inspires you to be kind to others and he's the reason you want to go to medical school.

If you have a problem that you feel you can't tell your parents you go to him.

You guys bond over books and like with Jasper, you love hearing his stories.

Carlisle is just as protective if not more than Emmett. Carlisle is very calm and collected, but if anything is causing you harm his eyes will be blazing with anger.

Esme was the first one to except your relationship with Paul... Carlisle on the other hand didn't like it.

“I don't like him”

“that's a first” Esme said rolling her eyes.

Emes loves like you like you were own daughter. She's always puts you first and would give you the world if she could.

Dispite there young aprences you call them Pops and grams. When you were a little you couldn't say carlisle properly so you just called him car then pops.

You guys love going to the movies together and they'll watch whatever you want and always show interest in what you like.

Edward and bella:

You don't get along with Bella. Pirod. She doesn't treat you like your part of the family, which it doesn't matter because you were there first.

Edward is more like a brother. Your both closer in age and he treats you like a little sister more then a niece.

He loves you but sometimes he doesn't see that Bella treats you like crap. Infact none of them do expect your mother and Carlisle.

You never told them beacuse you didn't want to ruin anything for Edward but then one day rose and carlisle cought her in the act. You made them promise not to say anything.

You and Edward are close like I said before. You don't see him as the monster he thinks he is and you always try and make his life more brighter.

You never fail to make him laugh.

He tought you how to play piano and you guys bond over music.

Bella causes problems so the day she slapped Paul and he phased she tried to pin it on you right when the family started to except him. You and Paul explained everything and Edward took your side, which you were thankful for.

The denalis:

You and Eleazar have the type of relationship that you guys make each other laugh at the wrong time. Camron and Rosalie can't take you guys anywhere.

Camron loves you to bits and taught to how to speak Spanish. She teaches to about her culture and it warms her heart that you care so much.

Tanya and Kate are like big sister to you. You have inside jokes the others don't understand and your always laughing.

Irina and your get along but you aren't close. She stoped talking to you after Paul and the pack killed Laurant. You could understand why she would be angry but it hurt knowing she hates you because you love a wolf.

Garrett and you have a love hate relationship. You guys teas and taunt each other. At first it was out of spite beacuse your personalites just didn't clash but then he grew a soft spot for you and you became buddies.

#twilight imagines #twilight headcanon #Rosalie x daughter!reader #Cullen family x reader #denial #Alice cullen #Jasper Hale #Carlisle cullen #Esme cullen #Edward cullen #Bella swan #Rosalie Hale #Emmett cullen #Paul lahote

[wantonrowls]

Stray Kids headcanons: Them as Sugar Daddy

Bang Chan

As a working student, it's difficult to juggle working and studying at the same time. You earn just enough to fund your tuition fees but it's still too far to make some for yourself. It's barely enough for you to eat three meals a day or even go out and have fun so you just tend to do more part time works just so you could live by. This however, changed when your friend encouraged you to follow her and get yourself a Sugar Daddy.

She encouraged you to meet a client that was supposed to be hers but decided to give it to you since she have another booking going on, you shoot your shot and hope for the best, wearing the skimpiest skirt, doing your makeup a bit heavier than usual and wearing the sexiest perfume you own, you sat on the restaurant and waited for the client.

This was unusual, a younger male in a black suit sat in front of you. He smiles at you and introduced himself as the client. You expected the client to be a bit more older, say in late 50's so it was odd to meet someone younger. He told you he is a CFO and works in the gun industry and he wants to have a sugar baby. You sat back and think to yourself, he assured you of the price, handing you the folder to an agreement, he was far more serious about the situation and assured you that if you don't wanna do it anymore you can leave freely which is a win-win situation.

You agreed.

Since then, your rent have not been on due, you have plenty of food on the fridge, you don't go to part time work anymore and most importantly, you can focus on the Uni. Whenever he needs you, he calls from the phone he bought for you and you have to answer it quickly or else he'll get a temper. He splurges for you whenever you go shopping, giving you a pair of his black card which is a gold mine. He just knows that you know your limit and he trusts you to it. You can spend it all you want, you just have to pay him with another method.

Here we go; Having sex is not required but giving him head is a must. He loves it whenever you're cramped up under his office table while he slaps his thick cock at the pad of your tongue. He groans at the feeling whenever you straddle him on his seat while he gets to run his palms in circles at your boobs. His cock twitch in joy to the roleplay you do as his assistant whenever you arrive in a tight office skirt and glasses.

"Hey Boss, I heard you needed me" you leaned at the front of his desk, he bites his thumb at the sight of your cleavege

"Hi my pretty slut assistant, yes I needed you, come here baby" He cooes, pulling you to his seat

Whenever you run your hands under the table to his crotch if he's working or if he's in a meeting, he'll hiss in the painful erection and ends the meeting abruptly. You'll look at him innocently while his sharp gaze pins you in your seat, you're gonna be dead Y/N.

"What did you just do, Y/N?"

"What are you talking about Daddy?"

"You're teasing me Baby, I told you not to do it when other people are around right?"

"I'm sorry Daddy, you just look sexy whenever you're mad"

"Get on your knees and show me how you're sorry then"

You unexpectedly love the relationship you have with him and he is too so if you're really into him, he'll let you move in on his penthouse and have the bestest of sex for whenever you wish, with consent, of course.

When you do, he loves showering you with praises, how good you look bouncing on his thick girth, how beautiful you look even if you're smeared with his cum. How blissful it feels whenever you take him in your mouth, not waisting any drip and slurping him from the shaft like a good sugar baby.

Be ready because you're gonna be showered with his wealth. Dior, Chanel, whatever the fuck you want, he'll buy you with no hesitancy because he loves it if you're happy and loved.

Lee Know

He knows the struggle as he himself climbed from the bottom to where he is now, a CFO of multiple food companies. He's wallet is bounty as fuck when he offers one of his black card the first time he met you after you signed the agreement. He's unsure at first on what to expect from you because it's his first time too but he just made a clear statement that you don't have to do anything you don't wanna do. This includes sex and kinks and even physical touch.

At first he's distant from you. If he calls you about something say to buy you a bag or just chill with him then you better best be on time or he'll be upset because he doesn't like it if you're late. Eventually he warmed up and is more clingly than you expected. Hugs, kisses, licking and biting there's no in between. He always have to have his hands at your skin.

His kink? he's a cat person so when you went to his penthouse he showed you the personalized neck chain that he specifically bought for you. You must wear it if he needs you to.

"Daddy this looks cute"

"Yes Baby, you look wonderful wearing it. Do you like it?"

"I love it Daddy, thank you"

Bonus if you meow at him while you blow him, he'll be in a mess of his moans, locking his palms in a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back and forth.

If you kitten-lick his shaft, he goes nuts. He's weak about your mouth and if your knees hurt, he'll pin you in the bed with his knees instead, shoving himself deep to your throat so you could happily suck him

After that shenanigans he loves to take care of you, he'll scrub your body on the tub and wash your hair, you don't even have to lift a finger because he'll gladly attend to you like a monarch

If he's in a bad mood say you're late or you didn't do what he asked you to do then you have to be on all fours and beg for his mercy, locking you on his bedroom.

"Baby what have I told you about being late? Hmm?" he asks while his thumb grazes at the bottom of your lip

"I'm sorry Daddy, I had to run a errand real quick"

"But my time is much more important, yes?"

"I'm really sorry Daddy, what do you want me to do so you could accept my apology?"

He won't really care if you're in a coughing mess at his girth, you earned it because you wronged him and the only way for him to turn his mood around is if he's balls burried deep on your mouth and your eyes are watering, only then he'll be gentle and sit you to the bed so he could burry his head on your chest

Even if you don't ask for it he'll buy it for you say a dress or a certain book that you were just glancing at at the mall. Chilling with him means that he'll rent the whole fucking place

"Daddy why does my name written in this contract?"

"My Baby said she wants Mcdonalds"

"Yeah….the food, I mean?"

"Oh"

"Oh"

#skz x you #skz scenarios #skz x reader #skz fanfic #skz lee know #skz minho #bang chan #stray kids #skz #skz bang chan #skz smut #lee know smut #bang chan smut #stray kids smut #skz imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines

[mysticmellowlove]

General Yandere hcs with us pregnant?

We’ve been married for a few years and we’re finally pregnant! How does he react and what does he do during the pregnancy?

note; they took away my yellow option, the bastards

warnings; fem reader, yan male, pregnancy, fluff, pov changes, manipulation inference,

With a perfectly placated smile he walked down the hallway of his newly built house, his perfect little slice of life with the white picket fence and all. It was a great neighbourhood, with lots of other parents around and a pristine record. Full of family gatherings and helpful neighbours who were so in love with each other they wouldn't even take a second glance over at his own relationship.

As he walked past one of his new favourite rooms, the nursery of course, he stopped abruptly. Standing in the middle of the room, her hands on her hips, was his heavily pregnant wife. With a giddy smile, he crept in and wrapped his arms around her, lifting up her belly gently to ease some of the stress. A satisfied sigh left her.

"It's not perfect yet." He could basically hear the tense tone roll off her as she surveyed the room. He'd spent endless hours with her in here organising the furniture, painting the walls and throwing down plush carpet. If his wife said it wasn't done yet then it wasn't done.

"What are you thinking?" He hummed as he also looked around. It looked fine to him but there was just something so fun about catering to his wife's whims. She had the right to be picky after all, he rubbed his fingers in small circles under her stomach.

A click left her mouth as her body shifted, her hand to her chin as she looked around. The room comprised of soft colours, soft surfaces and there was even a nice rocking chair in one of the corners, a little bookshelf full of educational baby books sat just to the side of it.

"I can't put my hand on it." She huffed. He laughed, that was a simple fix.

"Let's go browsing again, I have the day off after all."

After being together for over five years you had decided it was time for the next step, a little rascal to fill the small... gremlin-shaped hole in your lives.

Yan enjoyed the nights he spent trying to get you pregnant, it was one of his favourite parts of the day!

Of course, he always showered you in affection after, there was only one thing better than sex after all.

When he came home and found out that you were pregnant he basically fainted.

A little version of his favourite person was about to be brought into the world and he was going to absolutely coddle it.

As soon as you started to show he was like a hovering hen, fretting over your every move.

Something on the other side of the house, he's got it.

Other side of the room, don't even move!

Two inches to the left, he's wrapping his arms around you in a hug before dropping it off in your lap.

Do you have cravings, want to go for a walk, sleepy day? He can do anything and everything!

The kitchen was always stocked with your favourite snacks, he prepared some easy pot and microwave meals for you when he was out as well.

Want to work from home, he's buying an ergonomic desk, or maybe one of those lap cushions so you don't even have to move!

Don't move, and don't leave the house. He's got everything here already silly.

One of your family members is sick? They can't come over, he wants you in tip-top shape.

No stress is allowed, he will dispose of anything that comes even close.

Creepy men? Dead. Old neighbours wanting to see your belly? Threatened. Loud dogs? Relocated. Co-workers saying 'Of course she was going to get pregnant, she just wants the maternity pay'? Ruthlessly dismembered.

He does let one other lady come over, a short and abrupt older lady from down the road who just wouldn't budge. Luckily she has the same ideals as him.

Why would you go down the street if both your husband and the nice old lady say to stay at home and rest?

Are you bored all alone, how about a cat... or maybe an old dog from the shelter?

He'd talk to you through the nanny cams around the new build if he didn't think you'd be weirded out...

Anything you want, all you have to do is call him and he's there.

He just loves you so much, you're so pretty!

(you were right of course, the nursery wasn't complete... turns out you're having twins!)

#love for anon #drabble #headcannons #fem reader #yandere male #yandere x reader

[messedupfan]

Benefits Of Car Troubles| 8

Summary: After getting settled into the apartment, Leigh asks about Y/n's troubled past and comforts them.

A/n: I should have never done that damn poll. But here it is. A WARNING because y'all voted for SMUT. So, spoiler alert, there's SMUT involve. MINORS DNI this is 18+ content hehe.

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Living with Leigh is different when her family isn’t around. She is less stressed out about how she needs to present herself and how you need to behave. When she comes home from work, she spends a few minutes in the shop talking to your co-workers and getting to know Teddy a little bit better. After having lunch with her and Cameron, her lawyer brother, she started to feel a bit better about your closeness to her. Not great, but better. She hasn’t brought up her discomfort about the friendship to you yet. With her divorce proceedings and drama with her sister, she doesn’t have the energy to come home and fight more. You have become her safe space and she has let you know that everyday. 

After she rests for an hour in the apartment, she cleans up the few messes around and then cooks dinner to have it ready for the both of you since you work later than she does. Then, as she is waiting for you to come upstairs she takes time to write. With learning about your schedule she is amazed that you ever made time to go to writing class and have something prepared for class. She is surprised that you ever had time for her. What she doesn't know is that you have been working extra shifts in order to have money leftover after buying the house. You had enough to cover the down payment, the issue was having enough money to sustain for some time after that. Sure, you could ask your dad for a loan but you'd have no idea when you'll be able to pay him back. Besides the basic expenses, there is moving and baby stuff which you have no idea what you do and don't need. Everything was going to start piling up and you weren't sure if you'll be able to afford all of it. 

“Wow, what smells so good,” you ask as you enter the apartment. Leigh has your small table set with the few plates and utensils that you own. She happily tells you that it's your favorite dish and you don't clean up before devouring the meal. You have been skipping lunch most days to get the extra hours. “This is delicious, babe. Thank you,” you tell her with a full mouth and Leigh shakes her head at your silliness. 

After dinner, you shower and get out of your dirty work clothes. Then you join her in the living room where she is typing away on her laptop. “What are you up to?” You ask as you lift her legs and sit underneath them. You begin to massage her feet because you're sure they're sore with the extra weight she has to carry. 

“Oh that's so good, thank you.” Leigh hums as you work your fingers into her tense foot. “I was working on a story,” she closes her laptop and places it on the coffee table. “But I've hit a dead spot and I'd rather spend my time with you.” 

“Awe I'm sorry, do you want to talk it out? I think I could help you out of it,” you offer as you switch one foot for the other.

Leigh shakes her head then she sits her arm on top of the couch and rests her head against her hand. “I just want to talk with you. We can do that another day.” She rubs her exposed belly with her free hand. 

“Okay, we can do that.” You start by asking about her day and you listen intently as she talks about work and the gossip from the office. You laugh at her sarcastic remarks and little jokes and ask her questions when you're confused or want her to know that you are listening. Then she mentions that she talked to her mom a little bit and you can see that something is bothering her so you ask her to tell you. 

Leigh sighs, she moved from her position halfway through her story about finding two of her co-workers screwing in the copy room. Her legs that were across your lap are now tucked under her and instead of sitting on the other end of the couch, she is sitting on the cushion next to you. “Can I ask you how you knew that Jules wanted to use that money for drugs and not rehab?” 

You take a deep breath as you figure out where to start because you don't like talking about that part of your past. It's something that you've chosen to bury and have been able to avoid telling Leigh about until now. Part of you hoped that you could go forever without ever revealing this time in your life but you knew someday that you would have to. Especially since addiction can be a genetic condition and you would have to explain to her why you plan to be so strict when the baby in her belly reaches their teenage and even their adult years. You were worried that when she met your dad that she would start asking questions but her mind clearly got temporarily distracted by her sister. The situation you had been in too many times in your life. A situation that you swore that you would never experience again. You look at Leigh with a frown and scratch the back of your head. “My mom,” is all you're able to say. Luckily, it's all that you have to say because Leigh pulls you into a tight hug. 

“I'm sorry about whatever experiences that you had with her that makes you talk so little about her,” she says as she holds you. “I'm also kind of relieved that it wasn't you or maybe a complicated ex of yours. I know, that's horrible to say. But,” you shake your head to cut her off.

“No, it's okay. Honey, I'm here for all of your honesty. Good, bad, I want to hear it. No matter what. Okay?” You move her hair out of her face as you look at her. You kiss her lips. “I want to be honest and completely open with you but I’m not ready to talk about my mom. I hope to be someday. Especially before this one,” you rest your hand on her baby bump, “starts high school so that we can give them a proper scare. I don’t want them to make one wrong move that will screw up the rest of their life. I know that after everything with your sister that you’re probably very concerned about that as well.” Leigh nods, confirming that she doesn’t want that for her child. She wasn’t as concerned as she might be now since Jules' genetics aren’t connected to her genetics. But this baby is connected to you and you are connected to your mother. The chances aren’t as likely but there is never any guarantee with this sort of thing. “I don’t want you to worry though, I have faith in us that we won’t let anything like that happen.” 

Leigh runs her fingers through your hair, “I love you.” She kisses you softly. As her lips collide with your’s a hunger begins to build in the pit of her stomach. The kind of hunger that doesn’t require food to satisfy. Only you. Leigh deepens the kiss as you hold onto her. “I miss you,” she says against your lips. You try to pull her off to ask what she means by that but she doesn't move and instead finds a way to answer that question by shoving her hand in your sweatpants. “I miss the way you used to fuck me all over my old house and… this apartment,” she whispers against your ear as she continues to rub you. 

You're reminded of the afternoons when the affair started. She would call the shop and you would escape from work to meet her wherever she wanted. It started with motel rooms that she would arrange but ask you to pay for, which you gladly did. It was just sex at the time. Nothing more than fucking each others brains out. She started off the more dominant of you two but eventually you took on that role once you learned everything that made her squeal. 

As she climbs on your lap and kisses you, memories of when she first invited you to her home flood your mind. You couldn't deny the thrill you felt seeing her framed wedding photos as you made her toes curl. But as she rides you now, you don't miss that feeling. This one, knowing that she wants to be with you, loves you, wants a future and a family. This feeling is better than anything you could have imagined. Being loved instead of used, there is quite a difference. 

You start to rub her clitoris to get her there faster. She has her hands on your shoulders to hold her steady. “Let me take you to the bedroom,” you say against her lips, concerned about her back. She has complained about pain recently with the extra weight she has to carry. 

Leigh shakes her head, “No, I'm fine.” She crosses her arms and removes her shirt. “This is so good,” she smiles down at you before she grabs your face and deeply kisses you. She rolls her hips as you're inside of her causing you to groan. When she stops kissing you, you move your hand from her clitoris and place your hands on her ass to help her bounce on you. She tips her head back as she moans and you move to suck on her neck. Something you used to hold yourself back from to avoid getting caught that now you get the freedom to do. She is yours.

You continue to thrust into her as you move your mouth around her exposed body. From her neck to her shoulder to her collarbone down to her still covered breasts. With your teeth, you pull the fabric down in order to expose her breasts. You are careful with licking her nipples as she has complained about sensitivity earlier in the week. You look up and watch her bite her lips and shut her eyes the way she always does when she is getting close. You smile as you move to the other breast while you continue to thrust deep into her warm pussy. 

“Fuck,” Leigh moans out as you hit a spot inside of her that causes her walls to clench around you. Her moans drive you crazy as you rest your head against her chest to have her breasts rub against your face. The pace of your thrusts slow down as you get closer in order to drag it out a bit longer but she doesn’t want to drag it out. She is ready. She wants your release now. She wants to know that she can still pleasure you and bring you to an orgasm. She wants to feel you lose all control of yourself. She rolls her hips on your lap and with a tight grip on your couch she brings the pace back up until you can’t hold back. 

“Holy shit!” You say as you reach your climax and shoot inside of her. Feeling your release, Leigh reaches her own high. She holds you close to her body as the both of you spasm against each other. “I love you,” you say as you kiss her sweaty cheek. “I can’t even remember the last time we did this,” you say as you start to laugh. She joins you and peppers you with sweet kisses. 

“I’ll be honest, at that last house tour I imagined our life there in an innocent way but… I also imagined us all over that house. Fucking in every room,” she admits as she scrunches her nose in that cute way that she always does. You kiss her nose and call her cute, she hugs you in response. 

Later that night, you are unable to sleep. Leigh is deep asleep and snoring, something that has arrived with the pregnancy. It wasn’t a loud obnoxious snore, it was actually kind of endearing. It’s a snore that you can sleep through, that’s not what is keeping you up. You can’t get your mom out of your head. Most days she never crosses your mind but when she does, you can’t help but worry about her. You wonder if she is even alive, it’s been almost five years since the last time you’ve seen her. You look at Leigh with sad eyes as you push the memory away. You know that, even though it wasn’t planned and this wasn’t the way you ever saw this happening, she is the perfect person for you to have a child with. Leigh is always going to be there for you and the baby. She won’t leave either of you to chase a high. And you will always be there for them. No matter what. 

You lean down and kiss her belly, “I know that we haven’t met yet, but I already love you so much kid.” You rub her stomach softly, careful to not wake her up. “I can’t wait to hold you in my arms. I can’t wait to play with you and guide you.” You smile as you imagine the baby as a real person standing before you someday soon. “I hope I don’t screw you up.” You sigh, and move off of the bed. You weren’t feeling tired at all and instead of wasting that time tossing and turning, you decide to write down the story of your mother. You know that you won’t ever be able to tell it without completely falling apart but hopefully, Leigh will be fine with just reading it. Never discussing it. Maybe one day you share it with your kids when they’re older and start to ask about what your mom was like. 

As you write about your earliest memories of her, a part of you breaks knowing that she might never meet your kids or Leigh. And it’s not because she was taken from this world but because she chose to escape this reality. The reality that you have always found to be beautiful even in your lowest moments. 

Leigh finds you in the morning, asleep on the couch with dried tears on your face and a notebook on your lap. She frowns as she tries to read the smudged paper from where she stood but when she can’t make out much of it, she decides to make coffee to help you wake up. Once you do, she tries to ask why you didn’t sleep in the bed but you are too drained to talk to her about it. She worries that you are going to start pulling away from her but when you pull her for a kiss before she leaves, she knows that you will talk to her when you’re ready.

NINE

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[billys-pretty-babe]

Hi love ! I was wondering if you could do a billy hargrove x plus size reader imagine.In which the reader is getting ready for one of her dates with Billy and when she tries a dress she just feels ugly and really insecure about her appearance. Later Billy gets into her house and he finds her crying on the floor and comforts her.If you don't want to do it it's totally fine 🙂. Have a nice day ❤️

Pretty Babe

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Warnings : Swearing, body issues, innuendos (because it's Billy)

Word count : 1,118

A/N :

You had known about the date for a few weeks at this point, Billy had been planning it for about a month. You knew you didn't need to go out and buy clothes for a one time date like this, a date in a fancy restaurant in Indianapolis.

You put the black dress on and your previous smile had fallen, the fabric clung to the pudginess on your hips, it accentuated the fact you didn't have a thigh gap which caused your cellulite to be more prominent than usual, your stretch marks on your breasts could be seen from the sides of the dress.

Angrily, you grabbed the hem of the dress and pulled it over your head, throwing it into your closet as you found a shirt and leggings and pulled them on and you sat in front of your mirror, pointing out every single thing that disgusted you about yourself and before you knew it, you were crying, still pointing out what you hated.

Heavy footsteps and creaky floorboards greeted you. He didn't bother to knock, he never did. His smile fell when he saw you on the floor crying with a discarded towel tossed onto your mirror. He walked over, discarding his black leather jacket onto your bed and he groaned as he squatted down next to you, his jeans tightening in all of the wrong areas.

He nudged your feet with his shoe, "What's wrong?" He wasn't good at stuff like this, he could barely handle his own emotions, he definitely didn't know how to handle your emotions. "I don't wanna go anymore," you said after a few minutes, getting over your hiccups and sniffles. He furrowed his brow, "Why not?" He wasn’t angry, it's not like he had spent the money but he just wanted a reason.

You handed him the dress and he held it before looking at you, "I don't see what's wrong with it." You sighed, "I don't like it, it's ugly." He looked at you, brow raised, "No it's not." Billy truly didn't see the problem because there was no problem in his eyes. "Put it on so I can see." He handed you the dress and watched as you walked into the bathroom, not wanting to change your clothes in front of him despite being together for a year.

You walked out and he swore he'd never need his nudey mags ever again, goodbye to the posters on his wall, to the cheap porno tapes under his bed, you were all he needed in every single instance he could ever think about. His eyes scanned down your body to your thighs, never having seen them before without something covering them.

"Shit," he said near breathless, he saw the way the fabric clung to each and every curve and he had to swallow his saliva so he wouldn't look like a feral dog, salivating for a delicious meal for the first time in its life. He looked up, eyes locking onto yours and you noted the way his pupils were blown out, leaving thin rings of blue in his eyes, the way his chest rose and quickly fell.

He quickly looked away, down to his shoes, hitting them together as he messed with his rings and your heart dropped. This was it, he didn't find you attractive. "I'm gonna change," you said quietly. His head snapped up, "Why? Baby, shit, you look amazing." He stood up, groaning once more because now, he had less room in his pants than he did when he walked into your bedroom.

He put his hands on your waist, fingers itching to go down and squeeze your thighs, sink his teeth into them, anything, he'd do anything at this point. He sat on the edge of your bed, "Come here," he said, his index and middle fingers curling as he beckoned you over.

You walked over and he hooked his arms around you, plopping you down in his lap as you tried to hover, "Stop hovering, I hate that shit. I always notice you do it." You sat down completely and you waited to feel him shift but it never came. His hands went to your waist as he looked at you in the mirror.

"Look at you," he said in your ear as he dragged one finger down from your waist to your thighs. "You're hard." He hushed you as you both laughed. "You're so pretty, ethereal, I'm trying to think of more but my vocabulary isn't good." Again, the two of you laughed. "Pretty babe is your nickname for a reason, and fucking shit," he was near breathless as he looked at you, he never got to worship you like this and it made his brain melt, he didn't know what to do with himself.

His head fell onto your shoulder, groaning softly, "This isn't fair, you're so fucking gorgeous, it's unfair." The butterflies fluttered in your belly. You had never seen Billy such a mess before, "Please don't cum in your pants." He laughed and kissed your shoulder before placing a wet kiss to your neck.

"You'd like it if I did." You laughed, turning your head and puckering your lips slightly so he'd get the memo and he smiled and placed a few soft but quick pecks to your lips. "Still wanna go out?" He quickly shook his head, "My dick will fall off if you don't put something else on." You laughed and nodded before getting up and in Billy fashion he wolf-whistled, making you shake your head and laugh at his antics.

You walked back into your bathroom and changed, deciding to leave the leggings off as you walked into your room and found a pair of shorts before sitting with Billy, hand immediately going to your thigh and squeezing. "I get the hype around my thighs now." You laughed at the fact that he was mentioning your love for his thighs at this moment.

He got up, adjusting the front of his jeans as he looked in your dresser and he grabbed his shorts, taking his jeans off in front of you as you admired him, the same way he had admired you. He shed his nice shirt off, tossing it onto a chair in the corner of your room as he got into the bed but instead of laying next to you, he laid on your thighs, rolling slightly and placing a soft kiss to your soft, vanilla scented skin.

His thumb traced your stretch marks, other fingers dug into the dimples in your skin and in this moment, you knew what true love felt like and now you truly understood by you were Pretty Babe.

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[bitchyglitterfox]

Valentine’s Day - Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut, burnt food, Valentine’s Day, use of Wanda’s magic

A/n writing this on Feb 13 bc I work a double tomorrow at work and can’t post much so I’ve set this to post on Feb 14! Happy Valentines Day y’all

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It was Valentine’s Day and lucky for you, no missions and no paperwork. You had a plan in motion, you had been scrolling through the Fenty x Savage website last month when you came across a gorgeous dark maroon lingerie set, Wanda’s color.

What better way to spend Valentine’s Day night than showing it off to your beautiful girlfriend. While she was distracted in the kitchen cooking a lovely dinner for the two of you, you changed into nothing but the lingerie set and a little on the nose but a trench coat.

You step out into the living room of your apartment and her here humming a Sokovian folk song.

“Wanda my beauty, I have one more present for you,” you let the words fall from your lips sultry.

“драга, could it possibly wait until we have eaten?”(Draga) She says without turning around.

“Oh this will definitely want to eat something,” you mumble out, “Well it is definitely something you’d like to see before we eat because you wouldn’t want it to get dirty.” You say louder this time while untying the thin belt of the trench coat.

She turns, spoon in her hand, and soon clatters to the floor once she sees you with your hands on your waist showing off the lingerie you are wearing.

“дефинитивно не желим да мој оброк пропадне”(i definitely don't want my meal to go to waste) she says as she roughly grabs you behind the head and kisses you. All the attraction and lust are in that one kiss. She uses her magic to pull the trench coat off you.

“Jump драга,”(detka) she commands, as she carries you to your dining room table and lays you back down. At this point your cunt is glistening from the dominant way she’s being with you. She once again uses her magic to rip away the lace underwear as you whine. “I’ll buy you a new pair later,” she flicks her wrist and both of yours are now held above your head, held together by her red magic.

You have to bite your lip to hold in the moan that wants to escape as she gently blows cold air onto your naked cunt.

“Oh no мала голубица, I want to hear those beautiful sounds fall from your lips,” she says before diving into her favorite meal. She licks up your pussy, swirling her wet, hot tongue on your little bundle of nerves as her nose rests in the hair just above. She keeps her eyes on yours as your face scrunches up in pleasure. You desperately wish to run your hands through her hair and ride her face but tonight she’s in control.

She runs one of her slim fingers through your folds collecting your slick, “would you like to taste how sweet you are драга?”

You mewl out a response before opening your mouth and accepting the tangy flavor that invades your senses. She dives back in and feasts on you as though tonight is her last day and you are her last meal.

“F-fuck Wanda, s’good, don’t stop,” your hips begin to close on her head but she stops you by using her hands to slip under your thighs and holds them open.

She brings her tongue to your entrance, licking and slurping. The sinful sounds only bring you closer to your own orgasm, and when she sticks her tongue inside you, you are a goner. Even with your hands pinned above your head you move your hips and begin to ride her face, causing her nose to continuously bump against your clit.

She brings one arm from your thighs as she removes her tongue, she lubes her pointer and middle finger with your slick and thrusts them into your gently. Her mouth going to your clitours, kissing and licking the little bundle of nerves. Your moans are music to her ears.

She curls her fingers inside of you, hitting that sponges spot your fingers can never reach. You arch your back and moan and she fucks you with her fingers.

“God, Wanda I’m so close, so close baby,” you moan.

“Oh? Are you мала голубица? Then let us get you there,” she says, kissing you as she continues her thrusts, her thumb going to rub fast, tight circles on your clit. The coil of pleasure builds, until it finally snaps and you become undone on her fingers. She releases you and you wrap your arms around her neck, deepening the kiss by slipping your tongue into her mouth, you can still taste yourself on her tongue.

It’s the smoke alarm and post orgasm clarity that pulls the both of you out of your little world.

“Fuck the Paprikesh!” You sit up quickly and try to stand but your legs almost give out.

Wanda wipes her lips with one finger while going to hold you with one hand, “That’s ok драга, I’ve already had my meal and a delicious one it was,”(detka) her words cause you to snap around and blush. With a quick flick of her wrists the burnt food is gone and the smoke alarms turn off.

“Now it’s time for my dinner,” you say as you walk back towards her.

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[bellafragolina]

Okay last request I’m gonna make since I don’t want to overwhelm you with too many asks!! On the topic of the submas twins being fathers..how would they react to their children getting ready to set off on their own Pokémon journey with their friends? Would they be happy? Proud? Overwhelmed with how much their babies are growing up? All of the above + more? I’d imagine they’re also married to their respective s/os in this scenario so they’re not in this alone :,)

wahhh sappy dad submas my weakness

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Ingo:

Ingo readies his child for their journey as much as anyone can. He teaches them little tips and tricks to help, he shows them how to cook small meals and how to set up a sleeping bag or a tent if they need to do that. He helps them understand the needs of their Pokémon, or how to look up their needs for the new partners they're going to check. Most of all, he makes sure they know that he is there, alongside you, ready and able to help and support them however they need

It's bittersweet, watching Ingo pour love and care into his child that he knows is going to leave, probably for a month if not longer. You do your own tips and tricks with the kid, and make sure they know that checkups are a necessity, just to be sure they're happy and safe. You're not going to coddle them (and you're going to make sure Ingo doesn't either), but you want them to know it's okay to ask for help.

By the time the journey must start, Ingo is teary-eyed but bursting with pride for his little one. You all hug, so tight, so firm, and pepper kisses all around. Your child promises to do their best, and to update you every step of the way. In return, you and Ingo promise to attend their battle with Elesa once they make it back to Nimbasa. They head off with an excited grin and a heart full of determination

Ingo cries the rest of the night. You do too, but you also make sure your poor husband is okay. Empty nesting is not something he enjoys now that he's gotten the taste of a home full of family, so he coddles the Pokémon to near death as a replacement. You make sure to keep an eye out for any eggs he might try to mother, and also make sure to get him the update call as soon as possible before he adopts a bundle of litwicks.

Emmet:

Emmet is. So. Excited. His kids are his light and joy, but he also wants them to get out there, battle, and build a team so that HE can battle them on the subway. This leads to Emmet readying the kids for their journeys wayyyy too early. The kids are just as excited too, so this leads to you being the bad guy and reminding them they have to at least wait until school ends. Lots of pouting that day

That's not to say you're not also excited for the kids! They've inherited their father's interest in battling, so you want them to go out and learn how to battle too! But not all at once! There things to prepare, and as you tell Emmet one night, you're not ready for them to leave yet. He's quiet as he hugs you, but admits that yeah, he's going to miss them a lot too. After that, he becomes less pushy about the preparations, but no less excited.

When the day finally arrives, Emmet's tune almost flips. Suddenly he's clinging to his kids, smothering them in kisses and in tears. He's so very emotional, and the kids are begging you to rescue them. But you just capture them again for more kisses and tears. They're sufficiently loved on by the time they escape you both, racing off to the beginning of their journey

Emmet is a similar mess to Ingo the rest of the night. He's constantly spamming the kids with texts, and complaining to you when the don't always respond or tell him to stop being lame. You have to comfort the poor lame dad for the rest of the week.

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they're both emotional messes Emmet's just good at buying it under excitement to see his kids become kickass trainers

~Renee

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[cheesus-doodles]

if reader had a child would Mikey be jealous of said child?

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was suddenly inspired by this while in the shower

Of course he would be anon - it's Mikey. He'll be jealous even if its his own child, let alone if they were yours and someone else's - the sort that would have a kid then wonder why you were so preoccupied with the baby instead of pampering him like you did before. In case you had already forgotten, he is the baby, not this random stranger that decided it had the audacity to be this cute and steal all your attention away from him. Would take every opportunity to budge in between you and said child whenever he could to remind you of this 100% very true fact, especially when its time for your child to get special attention from you (in his opinion at least) like when you breastfeed or carry them around when they start fussing and crying and grabbing for you. Will have to be carried kicking and screaming and tossed out by force by Draken and the others just to get him to give you some privacy, though be sure that this baby would demand extra attention and priviledges (shower time??) in exchange.

This boy would be one that never quite liked children to begin with, so any time spent (very reluctantly, at a metaphorical gunpoint by the other Toman founders even if it's his kid) with the newest addition to his family would be grumpily poking at the kid and asking what they had that he didn't. Would evaporate into thin air the moment the baby starts to cry, though you might be able to encourage some bonding time between dad and kid if Mikey sees you heaping praise on Kazutora and Baji who have learnt that happy baby = happy you. And happy you = more pampering for them. Might even be able to get Mikey to change a diaper or two if you promise some alone pampering time and maybe handmade taiyaki.

Mikey does learn to use the kid as leverage over you though - Draken and Mitsuya are happy uncles, but they would help with taking away and caring for the child when you disobey them and start toeing the line, asking to go out alone or trying to meet other strangers that they haven't throughly vetted. The Toman founders would push for healthier meals more and more, saying that you needed good food to recover from pregnancy, that your kid shouldn't be eating junk - after all, they got home-cooked food out of it plus you would be inclined to stay at home more. Good behaviour from you would be rewarded with extra time allowed between you and your child, thought Mikey would never allow for his kid to stay in the same room as the two of you, and no amount of bribes or please would change this. Night time was his cuddling time, and he was absolutely not going to give that up.

End of the day, the kid is family, and Mikey looks after his own - buys them anything and everything under the sun, only the best for this family. Would never trust a nanny enough around you to hire one, which means that all the Toman founders would be brought in to help with caring for his kid - they don't mind though, since it means extra time with you. Helps that he starts to like his kid a lot better when they grow up a bit and stop crying so much, though there's no doubt that if it comes to picking between you and the child, you would always be his top priority.

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[kayhi808]

Perfect Match - Part 5

Bill and I just got seated at a table in the back of Lil' Frankie's. It was a couple blocks away from my building in the East Village, so we decided to walk there. It was a nice evening, not too humid. We definitely worked up an appetite, because everything on the menu sounded delicious. We got a couple of pizza's and a bottle of wine. I can't remember the last time I chose to go out on a date. I've met up with men my father or grandfather wanted me to meet. Potential husbands. Bill is different.

"Where'd you go after you left with your family?" The place is pretty busy & it's noisey enough that our conversation can't be overheard.

I confide in him, "We went back to my grandfather's place. He was not happy."

"Were you ok??" Billy finger tilt my head up to meet his gaze & I see his concern.

"I wasn't the one he was mad at. He was upset with my father. That he hit me. The situation with you. I told you he doesn't think I can run New York. That no one will listen to me because I'm a woman."

"That's short-sightedness on their part if they believe, truly believe that. Being narrow minded won't grow a business. It'll turn stagnant."

Nodding my head, "I learned everything from my Nonno. The Syndicate is so…archaic. The head of family needs to be a man. My father will marry me to someone he can control & manipulate. So he can control New York as well as business my grandfather still maintains in Italy.

"You're ok with an arranged marriage?"

"I was brought up knowing this. This is how it's done in this life. It's business."

Billy laughs, "You are a different type of woman," drinking his wine.

"I made it clear to grandfather that I want New York for myself. I'm not marrying anyone my dad's picking out. He'd stick me with some asshole & I'll be trapped at home popping out babies. Then I'll be under my father & husband's thumb. Fuck that."

"What'd your grandfather say to that?"

Frowning, "I won't marry without his approval." Sigh. "I don't really want to talk about this anymore."

"I'm sorry, Angel."

*****

The months pass and Billy & I have been able to spend more time together. It's been really nice getting to know him. Some evenings he'll drop by the club or restaurant that I'm working at, have a meal or drink and wait for me to get off work. Billy is currently waiting for me at the bar so I gather my things to leave when I hear my name being called. Shit. It's one of the guys my father tried to pawn me off on. "Paulo. How have you been?"

"Good! Just returned from Italy. I saw your father while up there."

"How nice." I try to sidestep him but he cuts me off. "Paulo?"

"I was thinking you and I should get together..."

"No, thank you. Excuse me, please." I go to step around him and he stops me by grabbing my arm.

"Don't be rude," he spits out, squeezing my arm harder.

"Take your hands off me." Out of the corner of my eye I see Billy walking over. I easily break Paulo's hold and step away. This pisses him off so he tries to grab me again. I pull him, following through with his own momentum and he ends up on the floor. Bill's there & steps on the side of his knee. With pressure Bill can crush his knee. Knees aren't made to bend that way.

"Uh uh uh. Stay down."

"Are you fucking dumb, freak? You got a death wish? Do you know who I am?"

I lean over him and hiss, "You forget who I am!? Don't you ever lay hands on me again. You're no longer welcomed here. Get out before I have security throw you out." Bill releases him & steps back, pulling me behind him.

"Stupid bitch! It's no wonder Tony is trying to get rid of you. Manhattan isn't even enough to buy you a husband. Fucking whore!" You dickhead! I don't even have a chance to respond. One second Paulo was spouting his bullshit, the next he's gasping and gagging because Billy punched him in his throat.

We leave him on the floor. Security will deal with him. Billy steers me out of the lounge, with his hand on the small of my back. We get into the elevator, that will take us to the garage. "You good?"

"Fine." The rest of the way home is in silence. My mind is going over what kind of revenge I can take on Paulo. This is the type of meatheads my father thinks he can marry me off to. Never. Ever. I'm shaken out of my thoughts by Billy's cough. I turn to him & his posture is relaxed but his expression is hard. "Thank you...for back there."

He turns to me & gives me his cocky smirk. "Of course." I can't help but smile back & he grabs my hand & kisses my knuckles.

*****

Billy has been out of town on business. It's been a little over 2 weeks and I'm surprised at how much I miss him. I don't expect him to check-in or anything. He's working.

Which makes it an even better surprise to find him at my front door. "You're back!" Grabbing him by his shirt and drag him inside the apartment, I'm lifted into a kiss, his mouth devouring.

"Hey, Angel." He whispers against my lips. I give him a quick kiss and bury my face in the crook of his neck. He smells so good. He hasn't put me down, my feet dangling. He puts me down when we reach the couch.

"When did you get back? I pull him to sit next to me.

He picks up my braid & starts wrapping it around his fist drawing me closer, "A few hours ago." He pulls my braid until i'm leaning up against him & I drop my cheek against his chest. I feel him kiss the top of my head. "I fucking missed you."

I look up at him, worrying my bottom lip between my teeth, "Did you?"

He frowns, "Yea...what's wrong?"

I squeeze my eyes shut, but keep talking. "I'm just going to tell you. I've been thinking a lot on how to bring this up...but...

"You're pregnant."

"What?! NO!" You laugh. "No. I'm not pregnant." I sit up and move away from him & he frowns, but keeps his hand on my leg.

"What's going on?"

Just say it.

Spit it out.

I feel like I'm going to throw up.

"Will you marry me?"

I see the shock on his face & he may even look a little nauseous. "I think I'd rather have you pregnant."

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[trawpius]

2023 Back On The Wagon

I fumbled 2022 bigtime. Became artistically stagnant. Was more reclusive, experiencing a general malaise. So this year, I'm going to frame this resolution list in terms of the Biggest Swings and Worst Misses of 2022.

Biggest Swings

Resippies. I definitely added more dishes to my repertoire. Always a plus!

Workout plan. While I need to power through on rough days, I definitely upped the ante compared to 2021.

Stretch before workout: no prablam!

Really developed a strong housecleaning schedule. Tough to commit to the nastier items, like cleaning windows or bleaching toilers. But it's better than the past.

Duolingo 290+ day streak!

Slowly pecking away at intellectual pursuits. Learning software architecture concepts, refreshing myself on calculus and trigonometry.

Volunteering at animal shelter. A late entry this year, but I've been going every month.

Biggest Misses

Using my freezer space. Only meal prepping a single week

Better health habits. Still getting a lot of takeout, eating a lot of chips. Could do better vis-a-vis fruits and veg.

Hikes with Jolyne. It's a good idea! Any every time I think to do it, I come up with an excuse.

Creativity in general took a nosedive. 2 pieces of art per month? I don't think I drew more than 2 pieces for the whole year! Never mind writing, or using Blender, or even looking at my keyboard.

While Duolingo was strong, I didn't work on more formal language learning through textbooks or Wanikani.

Responding to people! Christ, two of my closest childhood friends reached out to me this year. And I can't get myself to respond in under 24-hrs? This is unacceptable.

Recontextualization

So where do I go from here. I had some wins, some losses, some mixed nuts. Is there a way to reframe things to improve in 2023?

Multi-week meal prepping. This isn't just a matter of using freezer space, but also a gift to myself in the future. It's the promise of a totally free weekend, devoid of food concerns. It's also the promise of variety. If I can flip-flop between chili and a stir-fry, I won't get sick of either.

Healthy Habits. It's not about complete removal, but about moderation and replacement. It's also about impulse control. I can get takeout, but I should reduce the frequency. Don't buy on impulse, when I have meals at home. Spread the portions over 3 days rather than 2 days. I can have snacks, but don't go back for a second serving.

Hiking. There's no recontextualization. It's a good idea, period. The problem is, I'm worried about Jolyne reacting to other dogs while hiking. So invest in a trainer! A well-trained dog feels more confident, and reacts better to other dogs while on leash.

Creativity. Part of my issue is lack of skill vs perfectionism. Although, perfectionism isn't quite the word. I'll redo line-art or repaint the same object, with diminishing improvement to the overall piece. I'm better off trying a dozen things, rather than redoing the same thing a dozen times. All of which is to saw: you're a baby beginner! Don't be ashamed to let people see your progress! In fact, use the visual indication of improvement over time to motivate yourself later!

Language Learning. Duolingo is good at incentivizing me to use it everyday. And it has the negative effect of making me feel like I've "put in the work" for the day. It is just idle practice, it is not active learning. Wanikani is actively learning Kanji and vocabulary. Textbooks are actively learning grammar. Conversation exchange apps actively teach, well, conversation!

Responding to People. Which wraps into my general sense of reclusiveness this year. But I can't just swat my own wrist, and say "buck up!" Why am I reclusive? Is it time-crunch, afraid of wasting my hours of solitude before work? Is it insecurity, fear that I cannot keep the conversation going, fear that I'm disliked? Perhaps part of this resolution involves interrogating myself deeply, as a person.

Resolutions

This has all been uniquely naval-gaze-y. Such is the way of New Years. Isn't that part of the tradition? So let's round this out with some regular-degular bullet point resolutions.

Try out 2-5 fasting. Articles claim it's good for reducing insulin resistance. Who's to say?

Continue workout plan. Try for more consistency. Also, maybe take up swimming. It's better for my ankle. Switch from Planet Fitness to The Y. (Also try roller-skating, which will undo any positives swimming has for my ankle)

Ask doctor about physical therapist for my ankle.

Ask doctor about psychological therapist for my brain.

Continue with the fruit and veg variety. More smoothies with protein powder. Try kimchi, try sauerkraut, try natto. Continue your foray into fish. Try some egg-based meals. Get more fiber in my diet, embarrassed blushing emoji.

Meditation, 20 minutes per day.

Sleep by 10:30pm, awake by 7am. Don't sleep in on weekends. Naps are okay. Reduce screen time and caffeine around bed. Make the bed a night-only place. Relax in the den, or on the couch.

Apparently sun lamps are useful.

Bitter topicals are the only way I actually stop biting my cuticles.

No hard commitments. Just do something creative, every day. Writing, painting, playing piano. And don't be afraid if it's ugly or amateurish.

Don't learn for learning's sake. Apply knowledge to personal programming projects or electronics projects.

Volunteer for Food Not Bombs or for work's Wheels on Meals program.

Go to the movies for fun. Every year is the Year of the Movie, babey!

Apparently people go to bars alone, and that's how they meet people? Is it insane to hang out and read a book at a gay bar?

There is a fine line between being weird and being mysterious. Much of it comes down to how confident you are.

A good old adage, but, don't hateread! It's a waste of time! Time should be dedicated to three things: earning money, expanding my horizons, and chilling the fuck out. In ascending order of importance.

Reread this resolution every day month. Every week, every day. Otherwise, you'll forget!

#arbitrary code execution #this ones long as fuck

[blazing-michael]

About My Sister's First Birthday Party. or not.

yesterday, my father took me to the house.

it's the house he and my mom started building from scratch when they married. three years ago they divorced. last year the wife of my father's dead brother gave birth to a girl. my father is also her father. my aunt also has two sons.

they all live in two houses. one is that my parents build. another is that my auntie and my dead uncle built.

me and my mom live in a flat that we're struggling to pay mortgage for. i had to stop studying and find a job to have a place to live in.

we arrived at eleven pm. my auntie pecked me in the cheek. my sister was shy and hid in her mom's chest. my brothers hugged me real tight.

before i went to bed, my dad came to my room and told me how unsatisfied he was with the war. i thought, maybe he is starting to see the light. he told me he loved me and opened the window. it's always quite stuffy in their houses because there's a baby, they don't want her to catch a cold.

i fell asleep with an opened window.

i woke up with saliva on my chin. my lips were itchy and i had a sore throat.

my brother made me tea. my auntie was all upset because she was preparing the party and cooked meals on her own and nobody was helping. i took my sister, who stopped because shy, and started to play with her, so my auntie could use her both hands for cooking.

the guests arrived. my father's parents, my auntie's parents, my auntie's brother, who has cerebral palsy, my another auntie with her husband and son (sadly, without her daughter), and my auntie's friends with children.

we ate typical food russians serve at home gatherings: mashed potatoes and fried chicken, typical russian salads. there was homemade wine and moonshine.

my auntie's mom gave golden earrings as a gift for my sister. i whispered to my father, "don't you dare getting her ears pierced. lisensed piercers don't pierce children under 14."

i got tired of people and went to an empty room. i could hear my grandmother screaming nazist things and someone arguing.

two months before she said she wouldn't mind if my father (her eldest son) went to the war and died. my uncle (her youngest son) died in 2020 from heart attack after drinking senseless. all of them are still mourning. my father bought a tombstone that cost like a car. i still pay my student loan debt with money i earn myself.

then my auntie asked me to come and take a photo. i posed the same way i did last year when she took photo of me and my sis in the maternity hospital.

they cut the cake.

my uncle (my another auntie's husband) started asking me stupid mathematical questions, trying to make me angry. i was already upset.

then we gathered outside, and my father lighted fireworks. my sister really liked it, even though it was really loud.

my grandfather was drunk dancing. when i was a toddler, he once laid on the same bed as me. he was also drunk. he molested me. i told no one because i knew no one would believe and he wouldn't even remember - that's how drunk he was. now only my mom knows. i don't go to therapy - one, i can't afford it. two, i'm afraid the doctor would try to convince me that i'm a lesbian because a man molested me.

i wanted to start crying. my auntie asked, if i'm fine, because i looked sad, apparently. i said, "it's just the lighting, i'm not sad."

then i took my things and said goodbye. my auntie packed some meat and chocolate for me. my brother started crying - i don't visit them often. they treat him really bad and constantly hurt him. i don't. he thanked me for the necklace i gave him. i kissed both of my brothers' foreheads. my third brother ignored me.

i sat in a car. i was silent. my father was silent, too.

"dad," i said.

i wanted to say that i'm so, so sad. but when he asked, what was it, i said "nothing".

he gave me money and said, "buy you some strings for the guitar". it was enough money to buy a new guitar.

i said, "i love you".

i wanted to say, "i want to stop loving you because you don't deserve it".

when i came home, my mom asked me how was it. i started sobbing like a child.

because i will never have a big family. i will never celebrate my wedding. i will never invite so many people to celebrate my child's birthdays. i just will not. and i hate myself for wanting it so bad.

"this is how life is," mom said.

my lips are still itchy.

[jungwnies]

homey | choi soobin | h.c.

Living with Choi Soobin♡

tw: slightly smutty (kinda not really though)

genre: fluff (smut if you squint reallllyyyyy hard)

word count: 565

a/n: this is part of a collection/series so the other members will have their own versions!

here's yeonjun's >>> homey (c.yj)

beomgyus >>> homey (c.bg)

taehyuns >>> homey (k.th)

huening kais >>> homey (h.nk)

remember to comment, like, & reblog (i also take reqs!)

*starts under the cut*

• what life are you living to be living with the loml istg

• living with soobin is super fun, calming, it's like a safe space living with him

• soobin is a homebody but he is a SLUT for you so whenever he is home there's really no in between

• he's either cuddling with you or making you bellow his name from your core istg

• anyways...

• the basics of living with soobin, he's a simple dude, and the house is usually free from clutter but that's because you guys don't really own a lot of things to be honest

• every time you guys see each other in the hallways or whenever he's admiring you when you cook for him

• he ALWAYS winks at you followed by his endearing smile

• if there's one thing thats ALWAYS in the house it's bread because he loves that thing like there's no tomorrow

• every meal you make or he makes there's always some sort of carb (usually bread lol)

• mornings with soobin consist of small pecks, cuddles, the blinds being slightly open because he likes when light peaks through the room in the morning

• sometimes soobin is not there in the morning because he has early schedules but he always handwrites a little note and leaves it on the nightstand beside your phone because he wants you to know he's

• always thinking of YOU

• he would love to wake you up and bring you to practice and everywhere he goes honestly

• and you tell him you don't mind waking up early but he always argues with,

• "my baby needs beauty rest," followed by a sweet peck on the lips

• when he is home though, you guys usually home cook lunch, and he is always calling home to make sure his family is doing good, but he gives you all the attention you need while worrying for his family

• even when he's not home for lunch he is texting you during his breaks and making sure you're living comfortably

• although soobin is a sweetie pie, he takes control of a lot of things and doesn't want you doing anything by yourself, he doesn't mind splurging for you, but you always tell him you don't need the material things

• he buys them for you anyways LOL

• at night when he IS home, you guys usually end the night in bed watching a movie, playing a game, or just having a deep conversation because being with him and him being with you is always a good way to end the night

• especially because he calls you his, "human stress reliever"

• sometimes at night it does get a little steamy 😉

• when he isn't home for bedtime or he's out the country he always calls you or texts you goodnight even if the time zones are different and vice versa

• if he's just out because of schedules he usually comes home super tired but ends up showering before getting in bed because he doesn't like going to bed stinky 🤢

• sometimes he does go to sleep before you and you always admire him poking at his dimples because he smiles when he sleeps

• living with him is just a dream in a dream

• it's the best thing

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