#mommy ment tw

[zorkaya-moved]

mutuals can reblog if u want a zarina on ur blog with this. :')

fun fact: zarina dislikes m_mmy kink and d_ddy kink. do not refer to her as mommy if you are in a relationship with her lmao. jokingly, fine. but for real? no.

[miss-sinner]

Me, sometimes: I need you I love you I need you I love you I need you I love you love you I need you I love you I need you I love you fuck fuck me fuck me let me fuck you let me fuck you fuck fuck fuck I need you I need to hear you I need to hear you moan fuck I need you fuck me fuck me fuck me up let me fuck you up let me fuck you up i need you fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck me fuck fuck fuck I wanna make you cry fuck I need to make you sob let me make you sob make me cry make me cry make me cry I wanna kiss you so deeply kiss me so deeply let me choke you so fucking harshly let me turn you inside out I want your guts let me in let me in let me in

Also me, sometimes: Hehe cute cuddles go brrr ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[tobyili]

“PLEASE… MORE..” ↺

SUB! BSD MEN X DOM! F,M READER

TW # smut, nipple play, teasing, pegging, pet names, hair pulling, anal sex, dry to wet humping, masturbation, and eating out

No wc!

dazai, chuuya, atsushi, poe, ivan

00,1

In honestly I think that Dazai would be such a brat if he was a sub in my opinion

“Mmh~!!! Mommy/ Daddy please!” Dazai moans in pleasure as you pound him with your hips smashing together as you hit in his hole deeply making him scream in pain or pleasure due to you pounding him so deep and fast then he felt before “‘cmon darling you handle this can’t you?” You smirked at him crashing your hips together “You’ know i don’t like pain…” he moaned out as you crushed him, pulling his hair roughly. “You’re mine.. my little play toy..” he moans more as you start to give kisses on his neck and making hickies on it too “ You can slow down can you?!..~” Dazai brags as he start to get bratty with you, you frown as hd says that and goes faster and deeper as he moans and cries. You stop pounding him and take out your cock/dildo and bend down to hole to see it fully pounded, weak, and pink. You start to eat him out slowly till you put your tongue in his hole making him moan loudly gripping on the sheets for dear life knowing what’s next.

00,2

In a full honest ass Chuuya will play with your nipples and hump you to just mess with you, but in the end he always the vulnerable one

“Mommy/Daddy… you taste so good..” As Chuuya started to kiss and suck on your nipple and play with it it, “mhm… good boy..” you praise this boy, rubbing his hair, and playing with it, you start to play with his nipples to making him moan while sucking you off your nipple. He starts to get on top of you and hump himself on you making you wet, teasing you. “Oh what a bad naughty boy..~”you start to kiss his neck and kiss his lips softly, all over him, “Please Mommy/ Daddy please me with your cock/dildo!” He pleases so nicely, lewd, but mostly vulnerable.

00,3

This will short but like Atsushi is the man to actually to masturbate then get a punish by you for doing so 

“Mommy/Daddy! I’m sorry for touching my self!” Atsushi moans as you fuck him hard down in the mattress pinning him down harshly also pulling on his hair, pounding like a bullet pinning someone down in a fight, well in this situation it’s not a fight outside, it’s a fight on the bed.

00,4

At this point we all know if canon he would be a sub ong, but what if he was your sub in opinion I think that he would eat you out but also moan in your clit or hole as you please him also.

“mhm… Mommy/Daddy, you taste so good..” Poe moans in your hole/clit as he eats you out pussy drunk acting like he haven’t ate in days, “oh good boy.. eat Mommy/Daddy out deeper” and he did he felt so blessed to have your body but mostly your thighs, kissing them, making marks on them, but eating you out?! He definitely enjoyed that the most apart of your thighs.

00,5

Who knows that he will straightly start bouncing on your cock/ dildo? I mean he is a horny character after all, but bouncing you with no regret is his favorite

“Oh yes! Fuck Mommy/Daddy! You’re so big!” Ivan moans loudly down admiring your cock/dildo in his asshole, he went crazy over you first time ment. I guess it’s to easy to please him as he has a full brain filled with nothing while he gets fucked hard and fast with no mercy? Yeah I guess so.

[luveline]

i am obsessed with your kisses before dinner au, do you think you can maybe write something about what it’s like when the new baby is born or maybe how the older kids reacted to becoming siblings if yk what i mean? absolutely no pressure and ily!!

baby number four comes back from the hospital and steve tries not to cry about it (he fails) | kisses before dinner universe

afab!fem!reader x dad!steve (tw ment labour + pregnancy)

Steve sits down beside you on the couch with Beth in his arms and tries to calm his racing heart. To think your new baby is finally here, right here, safe and healthy and home, makes him want to throw up. He won't, obviously, but if he's a little grey around the gills that's his business. 

Avery sits on your other side quiet as a dormouse. As the oldest, she's experienced this twice before. She can't remember when Bethie came home because she'd been so young herself, and Steve suspects she might not fully remember meeting Dove for the first time either, but she remembers to be quiet and gentle, and that's all she really needs to do. 

Steve had wanted to bring them to the hospital to see you as soon as the baby was born, but Robin, rightfully, encouraged him to wait. He agrees now, because after labour you hadn't looked yourself. You'd been tired and sick. "You're having the next one," you'd joked. He had laughed until he cried, emotional from seeing you screaming and sweaty, his hand reduced to mush. Steve had been beside himself. He loves his girls, but he doesn't love how they came into the world. Seeing you that way… he can't regret getting you pregnant, not when he has all these beautiful babies, but he feels something similar. He feels better now that you're home.

"Tada," Steve whispers in Beth's ear. "There's your baby sister." 

"Another one?" you'd asked when you found out the gender, defeated but not really. You'll love whatever you're given. He loves that about you, and he feels the same. "Steve, come on." 

"It's not my fault!" he'd insisted. 

"She's really small," Bethie whispers back. 

"You don't have to whisper, sweetheart," you say, your face flopped against the couch cushions. You're still sapped. "She has to get used to all your voices." 

Bethie stands on Steve's leg and holds onto your shoulder. He grabs her waist in case she takes a spill, letting her peer down into your arms at the face of her new sister. Her lips part. 

"I think," Steve says, squeezing gently, "we finally have another one who looks like mommy and you." 

"I think so too," Avery says quietly. 

"Yea?" 

"She's got mom's nose." 

"Little," you joke, giving Avery a playful nudge with your elbow. "I think so three." 

You swap. Steve gets to hold his new baby and you make as much room as you can in your lap for the oldest two, wincing when someone's knee jabs your sore stomach. He's about to tell them to climb off of you when you wrap your arms around them, hiding your face in Avery's soft, silky hair. She got nearly everything from Steve, including how much she loves being cuddled, and she melts like butter in the sun at your touch. 

"I missed you, mom," she says. "Please don't have more babies for a while." 

You laugh. You all know Steve wants an army. You also know Steve wants what you want. You could never touch him again and he'd be okay with it, somehow. Safe to say, you won't be having any more babies for a while, if ever again.

"I missed you too. Three days without you is three too many. And don't worry, my love. Me and daddy aren't having anymore for a long, long time." You peek over Avery's shoulder and smile. "I wish we didn't make such pretty ones. Maybe I'd be less tempted."

"That's all you," Steve says. 

Bethie slouches to rest her weight on Steve's arm. God, he'd missed his girls. He'd been hoping your time in the hospital would be quick considering you've had three before, though they've been varying degrees of difficulty, and almost always made you poorly. That hope had been struck down fast, and Steve had just done whatever it was he could do to keep you breathing and smiling. He must be good at it, because four babies and eight years later he can still make you laugh between pushes. 

He's, pardon his language, fucking amazed at what you can do. And he's so in awe of his life, his family, his girls, he finds himself welling up for the tenth time today, the perfect tiny face of your newborn a blur in his eyes. 

Bethie pats his arm as he sniffles. 

"You want a hug?" she asks knowingly. 

"Yeah," he says. "I do. Thanks, baby." 

"I'm not the baby," she says, draping herself over his shoulder. He drops his face against hers and sniffles some more. 

Dove wakes up a little while after that, and when she calls, "Mommy!" from her crib you're thrilled to be able to go get her. You're still kissing her when you reach the bottom of the stairs, your nose sliding over her chubby cheeks as you coo praises at her. 

"I missed you so so much, my love," you say, softly and brightly, affection dripping from every syllable. "Mommy missed you sooooo much. You've been such a good girl for daddy and Aunt Robin, I know you have." You beam at her tiny dimples. She beams back. "You want to meet our lovely new baby?" 

Steve doesn't get too cut up about his family anymore, but he can't imagine his mother ever holding him so tenderly. He thinks she must have, once. Or maybe she didn't. There's no way to know, he only remembers growing up with that spearing sense of loneliness heavy in all his bones. 

Robin, his best friend in the entire world, had absolutely healed him. When he met you, he didn't have to worry about being enough or being too much, he'd just loved you. You'd filled those last cracks, and his daughter's pretty much erased any trace of them. 

He's so lucky. He could cry again, but the tears give him a migraine and he needs to be right as rain for the nights to come. 

You sit down. You smell familiar, and your smile curves under his ear as you drop a kiss against his wane skin. 

"Are you alright, Stevie baby?" you ask softly, one part concerned and three parts fond. You know what he's thinking. 

"I've never been better." He reaches out to comb a rogue strand of hair from Dove's face. "Are you ready to meet your new little sister?" he asks her. 

Dove glares at him. He wouldn't expect anything less. 

[incubus-puppy]

the pimned post

AGE IN BIO. I DO NOT GIVE WARNINGS. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

if you'd like to help a little doggy out, you can find my kofi here; anything helps and is appreciated. my boyfriend creature also does pixel art commissions.

you can call me hezekiah or hezey. I'm a 24 y/o transmasc mainly-t4t switch that posts a pretty large variety of kinks. probably more than most other things, this is a petplay blog and this is a piss kink blog (more on specifics later). my partner is pax (@tismrizz). my backup blog will be @occult-puppy if i get termed. mutuals n pseudo-mutuals who have interacted before can ask for discord. i also have a hazbin sideblog @old-redemption-flair

I instant-block interacters who are:

a minor (or don't have an age in your bio/pinned), a pedophile, a pro-contact sympathizer, or post pedobait.

similarly, people who give me reason not to believe the age in their bio.

user of any of the "t33n" or "p3do" tags. i get ageplay, but I've had too many experiences seeing actual minors and actual child abusers use those tags. icky tags are fine.

into raceplay and a white person.

rules for interaction - if your blog is about or features:

ageplay. while I'm not into ageplay personally, i don't much mind it as a bystander and do not block for this alone. if you message me unprompted about explicit ageplay, or try to engage in ageplay involving me, you will be blocked.

feederism/weight gain. i am in eating disorder recovery and will not be fetishized about this. i block for weight-related comments not obviously in good faith (fat people are hot, much like people who aren't fat are), and for blogs that are weight-centric. if you don't want blocked but regularly post feederism, make it tagged and easily blacklist-able. DO NOT send weight-related messages to me.

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incest/fauxcest. I won't block just for posting, but don't leave comments or tags. no messages about it.

raceplay as a person of color. same as above.

i block at my own discretion. try it and see what entitlement gets you.

more below

any genders are free to interact, but I'm really only into masc-aligned people and men. if you're not sure, no big deal, just ask. or don't. only really relevant if you're trying to interact with me as a person and not a blog runner.

what you can expect (bold for most common):

✔️ omorashi, petplay, intox, breeding, cnc (tagged as [ tw: cnc ]), cg/l, hitting/cutting, knife/gunplay, abduction, bondage, humiliation/degradation, praise, manipulation, overstim, dacryphilia/crying, omutsu/diapers, hypnosis, use of reclaimed slurs, forcemasc, mindbreak, whump, somno, extreme violence (tagged as [ tw: violence ]), blackmail, watersports, orgasm control/denial, free use, exhibitionism/voyeurism, furry stuff, boots/bootblacking, hard cnc/rapeplay (tagged as [ tw: rape ]).

what you might see on occasion, but not often:

❗impreg (but not pregnancy-focused) (tagged with [ tw: preg ment ]), snuff (rare, particular, and purely fiction, tagged [ tw: snvff ]), objectification, monsterfucking, needles (tagged with [ tw: needles ]), object insertion, abdl-adjacent (long story, tldr in a disability and doggy way and not an ageplay way), mommy/daddy kink (not into it, but usually willing to overlook it depending on the post), tickling.

what you will not see:

❌ ageplay, emeto, scat, internal or consumption pissplay, sounding, ovipos, detrans/misgendering, forcefem, feederism, incest/fauxcest, necrophilia, gutspill, raceplay, huffing/musk/scent stuff, probably more that I can't think of.

joke posts that involve anything related to the above will be tagged [ i jest ], so if you're especially sensitive to those topics i suggest you blacklist that tag as well.

everything i post applies to me as the dom or the sub; basically all of my kinks are reciprocal.

i rarely repost mutual aid that i see floating around, but i will occasionally reblog aid post by/about mutuals. if you have nothing to give and it causes you grief, the tag to block is [ mutual aid ] (this is a decision that holds no moral weight; i do not blame you if you decide to filter this tag. we don't do moral OCD here, this is your space as well as mine and you know yourself best).

feel free to ask or dm! I'm just really bad at replying. open to engaging platonically, romantically, or sexually, but at my discretion.

my images under the tag #meposting. pics of the bean under #beanposting.

[liberbea]

~ Eu me animei demais enquanto estava escrevendo, mas espero que esteje mínimamente compreensível. Tive uma ideia de MagicAU com Vampire!Neil, Witch!Neil, Werewolf!Andrew e Werewolf!Renee porém comecei a vagar na hora de escrever os tópicos e virou essa coisa aqui. Queria que se alguém aí tiver interesse, possa ler e me dizer o que tirar ou colocar pra ficar melhor.

ALGUMAS IDEIAS DE INÍCIO PRA VER SE CONSIGO ME EXPLICAR ANTES DE COMEÇAR OS TÓPICOS:

O mundo de Nathaniel era feito de sombras e silêncio. Uma frase errada significava horas preso no porão de sua mansão com Lola Malcolm tendo liberdade de fazer o que quer que sua mente psicopata almejava para ensiná-lo a se calar.

Nathaniel Wesninski às vezes sentia que o universo o tinha especificamente escolhido como saco de pancadas. Nascido da junção entre a família de bruxos Hatford e do legado sangrento dos vampiros Wesninski, desde muito jovem aprendeu que sua existência era um erro.

Além da sua concepção quase ilegal mesmo entre sua gente, Nathaniel ainda tinha que esconder tudo sobre si mesmo do resto do mundo. Apenas 5% da população era feita de seres sobrenaturais como ele, e a decisão de manter o extraordinário um segredo foi unânime em prol da autopreservação. O anormal foi obrigado a viver entre as sombras, assim os mundanos continuariam vivendo suas vidas pacatas sem nenhuma suspeita do que mora debaixo de suas camas.

***

Nathan Wesninski trabalhava como o Carniceiro para a família Moriyama desde sua chegada aos Estados Unidos. Mesmo nunca tendo gostado de ser subordinado, aceitou o seu lugar em troca de poder saciar sua sede de sangue e de violência. Se casou com Mary Hatford pelo poder que a moça possuía, uma boa subservente para se sentar quieta ao seu lado e atacar quando necessário. Sua beleza com certeza não o incomodava também.

Porém paternidade nunca esteve em seus planos.

Era de senso comum que os sobrenaturais eram todos inférteis. Ninguém sabia explicar o porquê, apenas que nenhum feto era capaz de sobreviver em um corpo consumido por magia.

Cada espécie sobrenatural tinha seu ritual específico de reprodução. Vampiros e lobisomens passavam sua magia por meio de mordidas ou arranhões profundos, enquanto bruxos e Fae ofereciam seu sangue à natureza por meio de votos eternos. Uma coisa era certa, todo sobrenatural já foi humano.

Ou era isso o que se pensava.

Rating: M

TW: Blood and Violence, Mental Illnesses, Rape/Non-con (not explicit), Psychologic Abuse.

Genres: Urban Fantasy, Modern With Magic.

Relationships: Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, Kevin Day/Aaron Minyard, Matt Boyd/Dan Wilds, Allison Reynolds/Seth Gordon, Renee Walker/Allison Reynolds (one-sided), Jean Moreau/Jeremy Knox, Nathan Wesninski/Mary Hatford, Nicky Hemmick/Erik Klose

POVs: Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard, Kevin Day, Aaron Minyard, Nicky Hemmick, Nathan Wesninski, Mary Hatford, Riko Moriyama, Jean Moreau, Renee Walker, Matt Boyd, Seth Gordon.

CHAPTER SUMMARIES:

1) POV NATHAN WESNINSKI: SECULOS DE VIDA ANTES DOS MORIYAMAS IREM PROS EUA (FEAT MOMMY ISSUES) + CONHECENDO A MARY

2) POV MARY HATFORD: CONHECENDO O NATHAN + VIRANDO BRUXA E CONHECENDO A FAMILIA HATFORD + INFANCIA DE NATHANIEL

3) POV NATHANIEL WESNINSKI: SUA INFANCIA + DIA DA FUGA

4) POV MARY HATFORD: MESES/DIAS/HORAS ANTES DA FUGA + DECADENCIA DA SUA CONDIÇÃO MENTAL + DIA DA SUA MORTE

5) POV NATHAN WESNINSKI: FUGA DA MARY E DO NAT + AMEAÇA DOS MORIYAMAS + ANOS DE PERSEGUIÇÃO + PRISÃO/SEDE DE VINGANÇA

6) POV ANDREW DOE: ANOS NO SISTEMA + ABUSOS (NÃO EXPLÍCITO) + CHEGADA NA CASA DOS SPEARS (ESPERANÇA)

7) POV ABRAM: FUGA COM MARY (SEDE INCANSÁVEL) + DECADENCIA DO ESTADO MENTAL DE MARY (O FANTASMA DE NATHATTODA VEZ QUE ABRAM PRECISA COMER) + MORTE DA MARY + GRIMORIO E DIARIO DA MARY (FALA BASICAMENTE O QUE TA NO CAP 2)

8) POV ANDREW SPEAR: DIAS COM A CASS + DRAKE CHEGA EM CASA (NÃO EXPLÍCITO) + ENCONTRANDO HIGGINS + MORDIDA DO DRAKE (POSSESSIVIDADE) + ANDREW PERDE O CONTROLE + CHEGANDO NO CENTRO DE DETENÇÃO DE MENORES (VERSÃO SOBRENATURAL)

9) POV ANDREW DOE: MESES NO CDM + CARTA DO AARON (ATACA COLEGA DE CELA E VAI PARA A SOLITÁRIA) + ENCONTRO COM LUTHER + LIBERADO

10) POV AARON MINYARD: CRESCENDO COM TILDA + NICKY VAI PARA A ALEMANHA + DESCOBRE ANDREW + CARTA E VISITA AO CDM (ELE NAO SABE SOBRE O SOBRENATURAL) + ANDREW VIRA UM MINYARD E AARON GANHA UM PROTETOR

11) POV NICKY HEMMICK: ALEMANHA (ERIK KLOSE) + O PRIMEIRO CONTATO DE MARIA (DESCOBRE SOBRE ANDREW AO MESMO TEMPO QUE SOBRE A MORTE DA TILDA) + FUNERAL + LUTA PELA GUARDA + COLUMBIA + A VISITA DE WYMACK E WILDS

12) POV KEVIN DAY: CARTA DE KAYLEIGH + TENTANDO RECRUTAR ANDREW + O NOVO GOLEIRO DAS RAPOSAS + O FAMOSO ACIDENTE DE SKI

13) POV RENEE WALKER: O BANQUETE DE OUTONO E A CHEGADA DE DAY + O RELAPSO FELPUDO DE NATALIE SHIELDS (QUASE ATACA A EQUIPE DEPOIS DE TER UM FLASHBACK POR CAUSA DA MÃO DO KEVIN) + A AMIZADE INUSITADA DE UM MINYARD E CONTANDO A SUA HISTÓRIA + CONHECENDO E DESCONHECENDO JANIE SMALLS

14) POV NEIL JOSTEN: SOBREVIVENDO EM MILLPORT (DIGAMOS QUE A PENITENCIÁRIA ERA O SEU RESTAURANTE FAVORITO) + TREINADOR HERNANDEZ PREPARA UMA SURPRESA (METAMORFOSE FOI A PRIMEIRA COISA QUE MARY O ENSINOU QUANDO ESCAPARAM) + CHEGANDO EM PALMETTO E DESAFIANDO UM LOBISOMEM ANÃO

15) POV ANDREW MINYARD: ELE É INTERESSANTE/MUITO SUSPEITO (E PARECE ODIAR O KEVIN) + COLUMBIA (NEIL NEM TOCOU NO COPO E SUMIU NO MEIO DO EDEN'S) + MAIS UM IDIOTA PRA PROTEGER (NEIL MOSTRA O QUE É MAS NÃO QUEM É)

16) POV NEIL JOSTEN: ELE ODEIA TODO MUNDO + COLUMBIA (SENTIU O CHEIRO DA DROGA, VIU UMA PESSOA SENDO ASSEDIADQ E DIGAMOS QUE TOMOU CONTA DO ASSEDIADOR) + O ANÃO É LOUCO PORÉM FOFO + DIA DE JOGO (EU NÃO SEI DESCREVER EXY PQ NEM EU ENTENDO ENTÃO ACHO QUE VOU FAZER UM FADE TO BLACK KKKKK)

17) POV RIKO MORIYAMA: CONHECENDO NATHANIEL WESNINSKI (MEU NOVO BRINQUEDO) + O NOVO 3 NÃO SABE SUBSTITUIR + VENDO O QUE NÃO QUERIA (VIU NATHAN BEBENDO SANGUE) + KEVIN FOI EMBORA + CONHECENDO NEIL JOSTEN (NÃO IMPORTA A DIFERENÇA, RIKO NUNCA VAI ESQUECER O OLHAR DE VIOLENCIA DOS WESNINSKI)

18) POV MATT BOYD: QUER SER O MELHOR AMIGO DO NOVATO + NEIL MERECE SUA DEVOÇÃO E PROTEÇÃO (AVISA SOBRE COLUMBIA) + MATT DEIXARIA DAN PISAR EM CIMA DELE SEM PROBLEMAS (SE ARRUMANDO PARA UM BANQUETE)

19) POV JEAN MOREAU: AS HISTÓRIAS DE TERROR NO NINHO SÃO DIFERENTES (APRESENTO-LHES NATHANIEL WESNINSKI: O MENINO FANTASMA) + A FALTA QUE O DIA FAZ (LIDANDO COM MONSTROS SEM DAY) + RIKO CONTA A VERDADE SOBRE O MENINO FANTASMA (E JEAN VAI TER QUE ENCONTRÁ-LO) + O PRIMEIRO FANTASMA QUE MORDE + O SOL DO BANQUETE DE INVERNO (UMA LUZ EM FORMA DE JEREMY KNOX)

20) POV KEVIN DAY: NEIL É O FILHO DO PRÓPRIO DIABO + SENDO ACALMADO POR UM MINYARD (MAS ELE NÃO TEM UMA NAMORADA?) + A ÚLTIMA NOITE FOI UM ERRO // POV AARON MINYARD : MOTIVOS PARA ODIAR KEVIN DAY (ELE É UM SONHO INALCANÇÁVEL) + CONVERSANDO COM KATELYN (SEMPRE SERÃO MELHORES AMIGOS) + CONVERSANDO COM NICKY (NINGUÉM DEVERIA SER CONDENADO POR AMAR) + INDO ATRÁS DE UM IDIOTA VICIADO EM EXY

21) POV SETH GORDON: UM PASSARINHO ESTÚPIDO NÃO VAI FAZER ELE PERDER UMA NOITE DE BEBEDEIRA + SE ELE PUDESSE DIZER UMA ÚLTIMA COISA À ELA, SERIA SINTO MUITO

~ Desculpa ser tão grande, espero ter conseguido cativar pelomenos algum interesse. E se puder me ajudar a organizar alguns desses pensamentos, fique à vontade pra falar o que bem entender. Obrigada.

[mushroomg0d]

i know they say shake what your mama gave you... but i've been trying for years and THIS ED AINT BUDGIN

[ashtonisrottting]

i know im just being stupid but there are clear blood stains on my mattress.... how can you.... how dare you just ignore that? you took the blades, the gauze, the antibiotics and the band-aids but still...... you didn't say a word. the maximum i ever got from you were reminders of how ungrateful i am to you and how I'm going to end your life if I keep "being like this" and how I'll become more and more gross with all these scars. you never once asked if I was okay or if I needed help. somehow you managed to make my problem and my mental illness about you and the perfect role our family is supposed to fulfill in this godforsaken town

[an-absolute-trainwreck]

Me: should I bake a cake?

Mom: to practice your skills? Yeah sure. I’m not gonna eat it though. I’m on a diet

Me: momma you’re...you’re always on a diet

Mom: no seriously! All I’ve had the past two days is my protein shake at lunch, and then dinner, and today I had a bit of chocolate and wine because I was stressed. I’m fasting basically

Me: momma that...that doesn’t sound healthy-

[zorkaya-moved]

zarina either cringes at someone who wants her to call them daddy/mommy in the bedroom or she starts laughing in their face. idk what's more humiliating with her, but never ask her that. hard no from her. and never call her any of that either.

[newt--x]

Mom just gave me a pack of cigarettes without any reason jfgiopzer

I told her I wanted to talk to her about smth and she immediatly assumed I was talking abt it

Actually I talked abt alcohol but ok thank you mom

[wonhoarctic]

flash | lee hoseok (wonho)

word count: 2.2K

resquest: hii! may i request a wonho angst fic, please? 🥺🥺 thank you in advance!! (i've translated to english)

a/n: hi love! ofc you can, here's your request, by the way, i hope you like it!! ah, and you don't need to be like this with me, we're friends!! (i was going to write it in portuguese but idk if there are people who use to read this, and i did something with ain't about you and with you, that are your favorite songs!! <3

pairing: idol!wonho x idol!fem reader

genre: angst, but with some fluff and smut undertones

contains: wonho can't help but remember about you, lee y/n, the love of his life, his wife and the mother of his beautiful daughter, in the middle of an online concert he's holding, specially when performing his new song flash, which was made just or you (the songs are not in order of albuns!! it's all mixed)

flashbacks are in italic!!!

tw// death, car accident, sasaengs!!

the concert started out with the 'smutty songs', so he wouldn't cry at the beginning, but he couldn't help but remember about when he wrote with you, thinking about you two, loving each other until the morning, or having some rough sex, it depended on the mood, but it was about you two, and he couldn't help but remember; your blissed out face, the sounds you made just for him, mewls, whimpers and moans, just for him, the love bites and scratches you leaved on his skin at hidden places so no one would figure out, your scent, your taste... everything came back to his mind in that moment

hoseok wished he could be at least turned on from the memories he had, but he was broken, he couldn't be nothing but sad remembering about his love, his sweet y/n, who's not here anymore to comfort him after a bad day, to take care of him when he's sick, to make love to him, to kiss and cuddle, to cook his favorite ramen flavors, and to help him to take care of your newborn baby, to help him to change diapers when he don't know what to do, to see you breastfeeding the sweet embodiment of your love... how he wished you were there at that moment, he couldn't believe that you'd left him, that you had left your family

he swore he lost his energy after singing open mind, thinking that he couldn't handle that anymore, he just wanted to lay on the ground and cry, hoping you could hear him and come to cuddle and comfort your husband, but wonho knew you wouldn't come

when lose started to play, he smiled a bit while singing, remembering how you got moody when you entered the set to support him and saw your man hugging the actress by behind, the same way he used to do with you while cooking or doing something important, or when he wanted to talk with the baby during your pregnancy

your pouty face was the death of him, he remembered exactly the texture of your lips on his when he was saying how sorry he was

"you're not going to say a word to me, baby?" you shook your head no "okay, so..." he leaned forward to kiss you, taking care of your growing stomach "do you forgive me now?"

"u-ugh, fine" you blushed, hearing his giggle "but please, do it with me the next time" you laughed

"i swear that in my next mv, you'll be the actress, and our little princess needs to be there too, right?" he smiled

when the sexy concept songs ment ended, a vcr came out, and he made sure to include you on the behind the scenes of the concert, the few last clips of you two together, you helping him with choreographies and figurines, a long video of you guys choosing the right outfits for open mind mv (yeah, he did some of them without the help of his staffs) playing while he changed and prepared himself to the other ment

when lost in paradise started to play, while he sang, hoseok couldn't help but remember that day in which he asked you to marry him, he asked you to be the woman of his life, and he also remembered about your wedding day, smiling widely while thinking about when the two of you started a life

'i got a feeling it's you' said the lyrics, and yes, he got that feeling, and he was completely right, it was you, the love of his life

the wedding ceremony has ended, you two were at a hill, even though he has acrophobia, he insisted to have a wedding at that place, he felt safe in your arms, and now, the two of you looked at the place, seeing the lake below you, and the beautiful view you had from the little forest, his hands still on your hips

"how does it feel to be finally my wife, love?" he smiled

"i feel like... i feel like this is all a dream" you said, caressing the hand on your hip with your other one "and i don't want to wake up. never."

he smiled widely, turning to face you, his hand still in your hip, while the other one caressed your face, carefully wiping the joyful tears that escaped from your eyes, trying his best not to ruin your makeup

"i wanted this dream to come true so bad... i feel like i'm in paradise now" he said "and i'm so happy that our dream finally came true, y/n, i love you so much, and i'll love you forever" he whispered, kissing you

yes, it was true, maybe he was really lost in paradise with you, but now, you weren't there anymore, just memories about you

even losing you seemed to have a different meaning now..... how he wished he could be there to save you, he wanted to protect you

now, it was the interview time, and he wasn't all smiley like before, and the interviewer wasn't helping that much

"so, wonho-ssi... some of your fans noticed that you're not smiling too much today... what happened?" she asked him

"i wasn't going to talk about it, but i can't hide it from wenees anymore..." he sighed "it's just that... every single thing i do here remember me from y/n, my lovely wife, who's not here anymore"

"and what happened to her?" the interviewer didn't seemed to be aware of the situation

"there might be some wenees who don't know what happened... okay, i'll explain" he felt himself getting braver to talk about what was making he lose his sleep "i've hid about my relationship with y/n for about 7 years, but when we got married, i knew lots of fans would talk about it, so our relationship became public... how could i hide this from my precious wenees? i wanted my fans to know about my family" he felt the tears starting to run on his cheeks "i was so happy when i announced that she was pregnant... i thought wenees would be happy, too, but unfortunately, some of them started to become aggressive towards y/n" he was sobbing, even the interviewer couldn't held her tears, starting to feel guilty by asking him that "some obsessive fans started to stalk her when eunbi turned 5 months old and she started to sing again... and near to our princess' 11 month anniversary, when y/n was coming back from mcountdown, some of those wen..." he corrected himself "those sasaengs collided with her car, they were at a high speed, so it was a huge accident, and she didn't resisted..." he was angry, sad, he couldn't help but cry "i couldn't thank her to be with me, to be the mom of my precious daughter... i couldn't say a last 'i love you'... the last thing we did together as artists was the ain't about you mv... and that morning, the last thing she did before going out was to feed our baby girl, and kiss me..." i miss her so much... please, y/n, come back to me... the police had arrested those girls already, but please... say that you love me one more time" all he could do was cry

the staffs thought about ending the concert without an encore, but he insisted to sing the song he wrote for you, flash, while calming himself when the cameras were off

hoseok saw eunbi, his now one year old daughter sleeping while a staff kept an eye on her, he smiled, his eyes were still red and swollen, his face was puffy, so the baby seemed to notice, even if she was still half asleep when her dad held her tightly in his arms, she managed to grab his nose while smiling with the pacifier still in her mouth, her other hand holding the bunny plushie her mom gave her in the 10 months old birthday

"my sweet eunbi" he cooed "daddy will sing a song for mommy today... will you sing with me?" the baby smiled, her pacifier almost dropping, but wonho put it back in her mouth as soon as he could

he kissed her forehead, and then, started to retouch his makeup and change the jacket, holding eunbi in his arms again, going back to the stage

he grabbed the mic, knowing that they were on air, the first public appearance of his daughter, a beautiful moment, even if it was melancholic

Tonight I am still standing In the middle of nowhere, not knowing how you’re feeling I’m trying to find you because I was the only one who didn’t know When and where it went wrong like a fool I want to turn back time and stop it An endless flash, my love for you

while singing, he meant each one of those words, his love for you would be infinite, he'd never stop loving you, or the huge present you left him — a precious daughter, and photos of the two of you were passing through the big screens behind him, photos of your family, wedding day, honeymoon, selcas... everything he had to remember from you

The day I hugged you for the first time The day that will never come again I repeat the words alone, I love you

all he wanted to do in that moment was for you to be there, to sing with him, both of you holding your daughter, smiling... being a happy family, suddenly, he remembered that day, wishing he could turn back time to the day of your first hug, he wanted to hold you in his arms forever

You shined on me like a lighthouse When I was on my own and lost my way, flash You were shining, flash Will I ever forget you? I miss you You held me like a hero When I was unknown, tired and collapsing, flash You were warm, flash Will I ever find you again? I miss you

you were his light, when someone broke him, when he got into those scandals, when he couldn't go back to his fans, you were the one there, you were his flash, helping him to find the way back home, to give him the love he deserves

You left me and I’m the only one here I call you but there’s no answer, what else can I do? I thought I cared for you more than anything But it was my mistake, how hard was it for you? Come back to me please, give me one more chance Shine on me beautifully like you’ve always did I know bae gone be the last time This is how I’m feeling If I can see you one last time, one love

he was calling you even now, his mind was wandering back to all the memories he had with you, his one and only love, but you weren't going to answer him, you couldn't just come back from the dead

The day I let you go from my arms The day that will never come again I repeat these words alone, I want to see you

suddenly, hoseok felt guilty again while singing this part, he shouldn't let you go from his arms that morning, he should've faked being sick, or anything he could just for you to be home and live a little more

You’ve given me so much I still have more to give you back We can’t stop like this If I have one more chance

he wanted to do all he could for you, but you wouldn't be there to see it, and he would never be able to give back all the love and support you gave him, so he was doing his best to be happy for you even tho he's broken, he needed to be strong for his daughter

You left me and I’m the only one here I call you but there’s no answer, what else can I do? The shining flash, yeah Now I can be your destiny Like I’m your everything? If you’re in my arms, I won’t let you go The flash will be shining on us I’m waiting for the day you smile again

he felt the tears teasing his eyes again, but he held them back this time, ending the song with a smile, playing with the baby in his arms, hearing eunbi's loud laugh, filling his heart with some joy, finally, and he truly smiled, laughing with her

"y/n, i love you! thank you for giving me everything!" was the last thing he shouted before ending the concert

even when you're not there anymore, he felt as if he was being the most loved man in the earth by you and your daughter

[tragedytells-tales]

Vengeful Tides

Notes - GN!MC , corrupted!MC , OC insert , no relationships, whump, heavy angst , inspired by 'mommy's here / poison blooms' by CG5, Feat. The brothers, The royals, and un named child

Summary - maybe they should've remembered that they're just a human.

Warnings - MC is not a good or even decent person.

TW - death of MC , graphic gore , graphic descriptions of Injury , Manipulation

Hush, my love. My darling child... Mommy's here. / tell me, do you feel so loved? / how entertaining.

Everyone knew it was coming, they never acknowledged it, but they knew.

The way MCs eyes gleamed with pride while they looked down upon someone, when MC would stare at gold-rimmed cups with Greed, when their lip curled with growing envy, when wrath shone as they yelled in frustration, the first time their eyes held a hint of bloodlust while they wore a power-hungry expression, when they were never satisfied and would never do something themself.

Humans could always become corrupt so easily.

There is a reason so many stories warn against interacting with demons, after all, humans were simply weren't ment to exist with demons or angels.

Even the citizens of the devildom noticed the shift.

RAD students became more aware of the norm of souls missing from their seats. Funerals became a near weekly thing as did clubs shutting down from missing members. Nearly everyone was grieving someone and no one knew what to do.

MC, however, basked in pride as all eyes turned to them wherever they went. Though all held resentment of some kind, MC knew they weren't bold enough to try anything. After all, with the strongest demons in hell under your thumb, no one could even try.

All they had to do was shed a few tears and point to a few names then let their lovely, protective, demons would do the rest.

Hallways emptied and paths cleared when MC appeared. They radiated an aura of rage and power that none dared to oppose lest they end up on their hit list. And MC let it be known. But so many of those students watched on with resentment, vexation, and hatred for what they've done.

That is until daivolo decided to hold a ball, to raise moral of course. He even reached out to the nobles and rulers of the other kingdoms in the devildom.

One had come early to help with the decorations. Though, their child seemed to have different plans.

It was a simple mistake, an accident, as all children tend to make. To others it would've been nothing more than a chipped cup, something that could've been easily fixed and just as easily replaced. But not to MC, no, that cup wasn't just a cup.

It was theirs. And that kid had touched and broken something that was theirs.

A roar as loud as thunder rang out around the room as MC exploded in anger at the child. The kid fell to their knees while they tried to fix the cup only to feel their arm be ripped up and faced with burning eyes. They pried their arm away with unnatural strength and sprinted as fast as possible for their mother.

MC simply glared in the direction that the child ran off in as their eyes drifted to a gold-rimmed cup, now chipped and cracked. They let out a low growl and stormed off.

The mothers attention was on her child the instant their rushed footsteps echoed off the walls. She was quick to cradle them into her arms as a hypnotic melody rang out. The child hung onto their mothers neck as it feel into a restful sleep, blissfully unaware of their mother's whirlpooling gaze.

She quickly dismissed herself and her child as she helped barbatos open a portal to her realm. She quietly sat as she rocked her child while soothing them to sleep. But peace is as fickle as a shadow faced with fire. Her child had been hurt.

And all three realms shook with a mothers fury.

All eyes were on MC, just as they liked it. They looked down upon everyone they pass with pride. Even as the shadows around them danced with wicked grins, they didn't budge. They stood up straight and ignored the wispers that surrounded them before snuffing them out.

The high pitched laughter still soared through the air.

All eyes were on MC, just as they liked it. They ignored the burning scorn and hatred that dug into their back, those demons wouldn't try anything. The eyes tore into MC as they passed by. Even if MC met their gaze with their own, the fear was no longer there, they all scoffed.

A few more souls were missing from their seats, and yet, the low growl still persisted.

All eyes were on MC, though, something was wrong. No matter where they went, no matter who they were with, no matter what. Hissing rang off the walls, a howling laughter erupted, and shadows danced with fury unlike anything MC has ever conjured. Every pair of eyes that followed them felt the same, as if all of RAD had become one. In unison with their hatred and need for vengeance.

And for the first time in ages MC remembered just how human they are as a hypnotic melody wafted throughout RAD.

A low rumble was first.

A mesmerizing hum was second.

Soft rain sounded around desolate halls.

No eyes were on MC, and they hated it. The halls were deserted apart from howling winds and dancing shadows. The several eyes that belonged to them stood apprehensive at their side, even the royals barely held their frantic eyes at bay. MC simply continued forward, their confidence became suffocating.

A high pitched cackle bounced off of dead walls, "how entertaining."

All eyes were on MC as they stood at the entrance of RAD. Every student stood tall as they glared down MC and pinned every demon who dared to stand at their side with vicious glares and snarling teeth.

For the first time in ages, MC felt their heart thud out of fear for their life.

They quickly called upon Daivolo to solve this mess, eliminate the threat, but he fell rigid with horror. MC was the only one left standing in inch deep waters

"How entertaining."

Two, five, seven, twenty- MC tried to keep count of just how many demons latched onto them and they drug them out into the soaking courtyard, how dare they betray them.

"How-"

Twenty, thirty, what felt like hundreds of claws and teeth ripped and raged. Each more vexed than the last. The souls of those they killed cackled and cracked and they danced above them, singing in delight as the tyrant fell.

"-entertaining."

MC felt, what was left of them, float off the ground. The brothers and royals screamed, pleading, and yet MC simply stared at larger than life, familiar, whirlpooling eyes.

Eyes behind the fog reached and stretched to reveal tens, hundreds, thousands, of dragons and serpants. Each with their own hungry, angry, torn, vengeful, gaze.

The angry mother twisted MC to meet her eyes as she smiled softly. She tightened her hold as her eyes froze over, MC tried, oh so desperately, to reach for their boys, but they were gone as well. Their magic, their boys, their pacts, everything was gone.

"Remember human, you are only as powerful as your three realms. When faced with the universe, you tremble in the face of infinity."

MC felt themself fall with a soundless scream.

"I will see too it that you don't forget in your purgatory."

* CRUNCH *

The students of RAD cheered and exclaimed with joy as thousands of teeth fought and tore over the corrupted soul.

The mothers gaze locked onto the brothers. Hissing sounded around her words as she spoke.

"Never let yourselves become blinded again, fallen angels."

She then turned her hardened gaze onto the demon prince and his faithful butler.

"And you, child, are not exempt from the rules that even god has payed for. Your butler isn't the only one who rules these timelines. We let your naivete lead you twice, it will not happen again."

Daivolo met leveling deep green eyes, and bowed.

"Understood."

The mother hummed in satisfaction. A large portal opened behind her. She glanced back one last time to see the citizens of the devildom dancing in the rain. She soundlessly left back to her realm, the only thing left of her presence being the cool, calming, raging storm above.

AN - Fuck around and find out - personified

Divider credit - X

[whoreiaki-kakyoin]

Sensitive Topic Tags:

(I’ll be updating this as I go, especially since I’m currently working on updating tags to fit new censorship rules, but this will be an ongoing list of things people can block if they’re uncomfortable with a topic.)

#osha keep scrolling (Used for general nsfw content)

most kinks will simply be listed as [___ kink] in single quotes, but I’ll add more specific examples as I go through tags

#’daddy kink’

#’mommy kink’

#’somno cw’ and #’somno kink’

#’choking kink’ and ‘choking tw’

#’pet play’ and ‘pet play dynamics’

#’yandere cw’ / #yandere hours / #yandere headcanons

#’dubcon cw’ / #’light dubcon’ / #’dubcon’

Trigger or content warnings will also appear in single quotes, since tumblr tags have blacklisted “mention,” “cw,” “trigger,” and “tw,” to name a few. 😐 As for current trigger tags:

#’tw chest pain’

#’tw heart issues’

#’tw medical procedures’

#’injury cw’

#’tw genital mutilation’ (this is not one I foresee coming up often. I do not indulge/write/reblog fantasies involving this as it makes me uncomfortable. The tag exists for confessions that have involved that type of content.)

#’ed mention’ / ‘ed tw’ / ‘ed recovery’

#’sh mention’ / #’self harm mention’

#food ment

#medication ment

#religion and #’religion mention’

#heavy topics

#’flashing tw’ and #flashing gif

#cgl dynamics

#’use of daddy’ / #’use of mommy’ (for non kink content that uses these titles)

[vcspero]

daddy said i never could win                         that’s probably why i never pretend.

marco temporal: viernes seis de agosto, 05:13 pm ambientación: algún rincón semialejado de los terrenos de la granja byungari. tw: mommy and daddy issues (?) @smpuntos

      timbre suena, y en medio de la tranquilidad del espacio en solitario donde ha decidido hacer uso del beneficio obtenido, parecería ser el único sonido en el mundo. agallas no han sido suficientes para cambiar identificación numérica y marcar continente europeo, por lo que se conforma con una charla más local, aunque infinitamente más ausente. se pasea por terreno, sin duda dejando marca visible de su nerviosismo en el camino que comienza a crear sobre césped, cuando al cuarto toque la llamada conecta y se detiene del todo, aliento que suelta en exhalación que no sabe discernir entre alivio y cansancio.

“ madre. ”

quietud permanece desde el otro lado de la línea, le hace considerar que quizás elegir un rincón alejado de la granja para cobrar recompensa no ha sido su idea más brillante, o tal vez que simplemente ha sido atrapado en las redes de una broma elaborada con fines de entretenimiento televisivo, cámaras ocultas dispuestas a hacerse de conocimiento personal en cualquier momento.  pero tras un instante nacen señales de vida en canal auditivo, aspiración lejana que trae un distintivo titubeo a pecho. ‘ ¿vesper? ’ 

“ sí, soy — uh, yo. ¿me extrañaste? ”

pregunta no es más que chiste privado. ¿me extrañaste? ¿acaso le había echado de menos durante los catorce años en que dejó de ser vessie y cargó con la herencia seo en hombros? dudoso.

apenas puede reconocer la voz que se reproduce en oído, a pesar de que por tanto tiempo fue el único método de conversación con quien es progenitora en todo menos función. sabe que es ella, y puede distinguir cierto aspecto de preocupación entonando la forma en que exclama reproche por repentina desaparición, pero sabe que heejin opera más desde posición de responsable asignada que madre abnegada. ni siquiera la resiente por ello; hace mucho tiempo que dejó de sentir pena de sí mismo por ser huérfano.

‘ ¿ya hablaste con tu padre? ’

el flujo de conversación —suficientemente estancado— sufre de detenimiento súbito cuando reacciona con una mueca que podría jurar es audible, pues la mujer del otro lado de la línea responde con un resoplido que casi puede visualizar; quizás, después de todo, ni siquiera la distancia ha sido capaz de eliminar rasgos similares entre ambos.

“ no me ha sido… esta es la primera llamada que puedo realizar en un mes, mamá. ¿por qué? ¿has — has escuchado algo? ” fastidio inicial con que recubre frase perece de manera efímera cuando es duda la que toma control de voz, iniciando de nuevo un trazo en rotonda por terreno. se siente como un niño. cuatro años, incontables discusiones, y la sola mención en voz alta de todo aquello que dejó atrás le hace perder la confianza tan pronto como globo desinflado. “ ¿ha preguntado por mí? ”

sabe cómo suena su pregunta, y lo detesta. heejin también lo nota — el silencio desde lado opuesto de llamada se extiende, oprime, habla, y provoca que vesper se detenga en cero, nudillos de mano que sostiene aparato telefónico palideciendo ante la fuerza con que aprieta móvil, rostro una máscara de quietud que es todo menos natural. respira una, dos, tres veces. no tiene siquiera que escuchar el ‘ no ’ que viene de voz de su madre para saber que ha finalizado con el teatro del día.

“ la próxima vez que te comuniques con él para el cobro del cheque, mándale mis saludos. ”

no cierra la llamada; mejor, apaga el móvil, presionando conocido botón por mucho más tiempo del necesario, mirada en blanco que es incapaz de enfocar algo en particular. hay un huracán de pensamientos haciendo estragos en mente, y el pecho se oprime, duele, la respiración se agota… hasta que finalmente libera la carcajada que hunde en lo más profundo lo innecesario de sentimientos. no necesita su ayuda. no necesita su reconocimiento. ha estado triunfando por cuenta propia durante cuatro años, y de una forma u otra terminaría aquel estúpido programa sacándole algún tipo de provecho personal.

con o sin el apoyo del fantasma presionando expectativas contra su oreja.

[svge]

hola bebecites que beben lean, acá sofi otra vez en busca de conexiones para la nueva basurita. ya saben, por acá abajo voy a dejar los datos más relevantes y si le dan like me tienen en sus ims<3 ( @7mconexiones​ )

sage leblanc | 22 años (me confundí en la bio y puse 21 oops) | aquelarre ápate | 

poderes: piroquinesis, concilium, espiritismo, magia con espejos y trabajos con sueños.

weno básicamente tiene todos los daddy issues y mommy issues del mundo al crecer en un orfanato (nunca la adoptaron por problemática). 

descubrió sus poderes al amenazar a un niño que gustaba de ella y no la dejaba en paz, la impaciencia y el enojo fue tal que descubrió su piroquinesis. no se asustó ni salió corriendo ante el descubrimiento de su poder, más bien, aprovechó para amenazar al contrario y decirle que si seguía jodiendo lo iba a prender fuego a él y a todo el orfanato. y que, si se atrevía a decir alguna palabra, también lo iba a hacer. 

a los dieciocho (edad en la que salió del orfanato) descubrió lo fácil que era manipular a los hombres con solo tener un rostro bonito. 

(tw: muertes, tw: suicidio)

todo fue más allá en cuanto cumplió veinte, comenzando a enamorar a algún otro que sugar daddy. pero no se conformaba con eso, claro que no. el concilium fue su gran aliado para el siguiente paso, el cual era manipularles la mente convenciendolos de que le dejen la mayoría de la herencia a ella y un porcentaje mínimo para sus hijes en caso de tenerlos. algunos meses después, les manipulaba la mente para que se suiciden ( utilizando distintos métodos para ello. )

así fue variando de continente en continente en busca de nuevas victimas. 

vieron esa canción que dice ‘haré todo lo necesario para ser tu esposa pero si me rompes el corazón, saldré con tu padre vas a ser mi hijo y me llamarás mamá’ ESA ES SAGE AF!!!! 

es bastante espontanea, capaz que un día se levanta y dice ah quiero pasar el fin de semana en parís y se va.

es DEMASIADO sincera nivel gina linetti (mi reina) y mmm bueno no sé que más decir(?) cualquier cosa me preguntan <3