#still trying to figure out hoe my face works

[spill-to-t]

The struggle of knowing you aren’t ugly, you look good in a lot of selfies, your smile looks fine when you look in the mirror, but as soon as someone says “let’s take a picture” my face disconnects.

[amhrosina]

Be My Baby

Summary: Frank takes you on a weekend trip to his cabin after you have a rough week at work. Your first stop? The enormous bathtub with enough room for soooo many activities.

Pairing: Frank Castle x fem!Reader Word Count: 2.8k

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a/n: hello! i'm back! my personal life is still a wreck but i missed writing for frank. this is probably the most self indulgent fic i've ever written lol it is quite literally the most ooey-gooey romantic plot before the softest smut imaginable. what can i say? i'm a hoe for soft frank. enjoy & thank you to the nonnie that requested something similar to this!

warnings: softest smut imaginable, fluff to the max, 'i'm an asshole to everyone except you' trope, a teensy little bit of crybaby reader if you squint, frank would burn the world for reader, reader is sOoOoO in love with frank (who isn't??), they're both a little wrapped up in each other's world and don't give a shit about what's happening outside of them type of vibes, pet names, etc.

From what you had seen, Frank’s cabin was cozy and warm, but since your arrival half an hour ago, you’d only had the luxury of soaking in the tub while Frank took care of unloading the car. He’d insisted on doing it alone, claiming his girl shouldn’t have to lift a finger for anything, and honestly after the week you’d had, you were temporarily glad he was as stubborn as a mule. You were sure that sentiment would fade the next time you were feeling bratty, but for now, you tried your best to relax and forget what an awful week it had been at work.

The heat of the bath water sent a wave of goosebumps down your spine, enticing a low groan from your lips. Sinking further into the water, you realized just how big the tub was. It stretched at least six feet across and was almost deep enough to stand, clearly a custom made feature of the cabin. You supposed Frank probably needs the room, being as large a man as he is. Still, it felt like you were in a luxurious hot tub, rather than a regular bathtub.

“There’s a button to turn on the jets if you want ‘em.”

Frank’s gentle voice carried across the bathroom, startling you from your relaxed state. You hadn’t even heard him come in. You turned, eyeing his powerful figure as he made his way toward you and sat on the edge of the tub. It was easy to get lost in the way he moved, and you tried your best to not stare at the muscles straining against the black longsleeve he was wearing.

“You okay?” He asked, reaching out to softly run his knuckles along the curve of your damp cheek. He was always gentle with you, but the desire to take care of you was even more present in his eyes than usual. It really had been a shitty week.

“This place is amazing.” You said in awe, turning your face away to hide your grin. His hand, already knowing what you were trying to do, softly gripped your jaw and turned it back to face him.

“You barely saw the place.” He chuckled.

“Whose fault is that?” You raised an eyebrow at him and sat up, fully exposing your bare chest to him. His eyes briefly flicked down to your nipples, hardening as the cool air touched them, before returning his gaze upwards. “Get in. There’s plenty of room for both of us.”

He nodded and stood, but began walking in the opposite direction of the bath. You furrowed your brow, watching him tug his shirt off and throw it on the counter. When he saw your expression, he grinned.

“Hang on. I brought something for you.”

“What do you mean?” You called after him, but he was already moving again.

He disappeared through the doorway, generating even more confusion, before returning with an assembly of things tucked under his arms. You watched as he worked his way around the room, placing various objects here and there until finally he flicked off the lights and turned to face you again.

The room was now aglow with flickering candle light, coating Frank’s looming figure in a warm haze. He’d gone for mostly unscented, knowing how strong smells could give you headaches, but had left in a few lavender candles because he knew how much it relaxed you. He also managed to sneak an entire bottle of champagne into the car without you noticing, of which he was pouring into two flutes. You blinked back tears as he handed you your glass, unable to express how warm your chest felt at the effort he was putting in to make you feel better.

“Frank.” You murmured, smiling bashfully, “This is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” 

“‘s what you deserve.” He shrugged, stepping out of the rest of his clothes. 

He sank into the tub next to you, tugging your body against his in a swift motion. He sat with his back against the edge, allowing you to easily settle your knees on either side of his thighs, facing him in the dim room. You sat just a little taller than him at this angle - chest pressed against his warm skin, arms resting on his broad shoulders - and God, he looked divine. The drive had taken a few hours, just long enough for the stubble to return to his cheeks after this morning’s shave, giving him a rugged look that you thought was just so handsome. You were unable to resist the temptation of running your nails over it in a soft scratch, eliciting a groan from deep in Frank’s chest. The rumble reverberated through your chest as you pressed yourself fully against him, seeking more of his affection. He tugged your head down onto his shoulder and began running his fingers along the base of your neck in a soothing pattern.

“You never answered my question earlier.” He murmured, resting his jaw against your head. “You okay, sweet girl?”

You sighed, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth for a moment as you mulled over your feelings. You were a sensitive soul to begin with, and your boss had been on edge all morning when he finally snapped at you for something you had no control over, which ultimately had you tearing up for the rest of the day. When you’d walked through the door crying, Frank’s eyes flashed violently between anger at your boss and sympathy for you. The sympathy had won, and now you were in a beautiful cabin in upstate New York, wrapped in his strong arms. Still, you weren’t sure how you were going to deal with your boss’ temper when you returned to work on Monday.

“I don’t know,” you finally replied, shrugging, “Can you ask me again later?”

You felt his cheeks widen into a small grin. He nodded, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Don’t think I won’t.” He teased, calling you on your avoidant tendencies before you could even notice them yourself.

“How long have you had this place?” You wondered, nuzzling into his heated skin.

“I bought it a few months after Maria and the kids.” He said softly, almost whispering when he had to relay his wife’s name aloud. “Thought maybe I was done with the city. Change can be good, ya’ know?”

“But you came back.” You lifted your head from his shoulder so you could look him in the eyes. 

“But I came back.” He parroted, nodding. “And then I met you.”

“And you stayed.” You finished for him.

“Of course I stayed. Couldn’t leave you behind, sweet girl. ‘ve been sweet on you since the day I met you.”

This was true. From the moment you’d met, he’d been nothing but gentle and kind toward you. You had no idea, of course, that this type of behavior was incredibly far away from Frank Castle’s usual attitude until you’d met Matt Murdock, who was so shocked at Frank’s subdued personality and general softness around you that Frank had to physically close Matt’s gaping jaw for him.

“But you never sold the place?” You questioned.

“I figured we might need somewhere to run away to every once in a while. Are you mad that I didn’t tell you about it before today? I wanted it to be a surprise.”

For a moment, he looked genuinely worried that he might’ve upset you.

“How could I be mad when I’m sitting in this enormous tub, surrounded by candles and champagne, pressed up against the man of my dreams?”

He smiled then, and you could tell it was a genuine smile because of the way his cheeks dimpled at the corner of his laugh lines. It was an award winning smile, you thought. You gently set the empty champagne glasses on the edge of the tub before cupping his cheeks in your hands.

“My Frankie,” you mumbled, running your thumbs across his cheekbones, “What would I do without you?”

You really hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but every time you looked at him, you felt yourself being pulled closer and closer to him. His compassion and kindness toward you, even after everything he’d been through, was something you couldn’t avoid leaning into. All your life you’d been taking care of others, and finally, here was someone begging to take care of you.

“You don’t have to worry about that, okay? ’m here to stay.” He mumbled, bringing the pads of your fingertips to his lips for individual, soft kisses. “I love you, and ‘m gonna take care of you forever.”

Tears welled in your eyes as an overwhelming rush of emotion passed over you. In your arms was a man that should’ve been bitter and angry at the world around him. He had earned the right to become spiteful and hardened, and no one could fault him for that. And yet - and yet - in your arms was a man that loved you with his entire being. Who understood you at your core, saw the dark parts of you, and loved those parts even more. Who was soft for no one but you. Who you loved, too.

A tear slid down your cheek as you kissed him, long and slow and sensual because you wanted nothing more than to wrap yourself around him and never let go. He smiled into the kiss, cradling your head with his beautiful, calloused hands. It wasn’t enough. You needed his gentle touch everywhere. Pressing yourself against him, you felt yourself sliding along his achingly hard cock, raising the already warm temperature in the room to searing. Heat pulsed between your legs, begging to be touched.

“My pretty girl,” he mumbled against your lips, kissing the corner of your mouth before following the curve of your jawline to your neck, “My pretty, sensitive girl.”

The praise made your head swim. You rocked your hips again, sliding along his length until you were hovering directly over him, waiting for the go ahead to sink down. He grunted, pressing open mouthed kisses up your throat before coaxing your hips lower and lower. You gasped when he finally pushed into you, and Frank took the opportunity to lick the inside of your gaping mouth as he did so. You shuttered against him, wanting everything he had to offer and more.

“P-please, Frankie.” You murmured, arching your back as he bucked his hips upwards.

“Please what, sweetheart?” He breathed, wrapping one of his enormous hands around the back of your head, forcing you to look down at him as you rode him. His other arm was wrapped around your torso, tugging your hips forward and back to stimulate your clit against the base of his cock. It was such an erotic way to be held that you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks. He leaned his head against your forehead and kissed the tears that made their way down your flushed skin. “Tell me, sweet girl.”

“I l-love you.” You purred, stuttering as he made his way down your body, kissing everywhere he could reach. When he got to your pebbled nipples, you sucked in a sharp breath. He knew exactly how to get you off, and he was staring right at them.

“I love you too, pretty girl.” He grinned and pressed a chaste kiss to each of your nipples, eliciting a pornographic moan from deep in your chest. 

He continued to push and pull your hips in a steady rhythm, grinding your clit against his pelvis as you bounced up and down his length. Slowly, in a teasing manner that had a new wave of fresh, needy tears streaming down your cheeks, he leaned forward and circled his tongue around the sensitive nub. You whined with impatience as he pulled away, only to offer the same kitten lick to your other breast. You knew he would take care of you like he always did, but his teasing was making your entire body tremble with anticipation. 

“I know, I know,” he cooed, kissing the valley between your breasts, “‘t’s okay, baby. Be patient. I’ll take care of you.”

You nodded, squeezing your eyes shut as you let out a mewl. You felt the hand Frank had been using to hold your head steady loosen its grip, and suddenly, he was softly wiping the tears away from under your eyes with his thumbs.

“You’re doing so good for me, bunny.” He murmured, and you very nearly came at the pet name he loved to praise you with. “‘m gonna make you feel real good, okay?”

“Please,” you begged, digging your fingers into his shoulders, “Need you.”

That was all it took for Frank to finally snap. In one swift motion, he wrapped his lips around your breast and began to run his tongue across your sensitive nipple. His hand traveled from cradling your cheek to rubbing small, sloppy circles around your pulsing clit. You keened, overcome with so much pleasure that you felt your entire body trembling against Frank’s.

The bathroom was big enough for your soft moans to echo, and other than the sloshing of the bath water, that was the sound Frank heard as you came apart on top of him. Your head was spinning as the heat in your gut finally found its release, uncoiling in waves of overwhelming pleasure that sent you reeling. 

“That’s it,” he breathed, “Just like that, pretty girl. You’re so good for me, baby.”

His fingers hadn’t stopped circling your clit. You were quickly growing overstimulated and conflicted, wanting nothing more than to keep riding him while also needing to get away from his dexterous and sinful fingers. He watched you for a moment, in awe - the way your lips parted every time a moan slipped out of your mouth, the heaving of your chest as your heart rate tried and failed to return to normal, the intense trembling of your limbs every time he circled your clit. He wasn’t worthy. He knew that. He didn’t care. He’d take care of you for as long as you’d let him, and he’d enjoy every second of it.

“F-Frankie,” you stuttered in between heaving breaths, “I can’t- I’m- It’s sensitive.”

“Shh, sh, sh, sh, I know, baby. I know,” he cooed, pressing soft kisses to your collarbone and up your neck, “Can you give me one more, bunny? Be good and give me one more.”

You shuttered against him, resting your forehead against his and breathing out a sultry whine. He continued his onslaught of kisses along your jawline, following the upward curve of your chin until his lips were on yours again. His agile tongue swept into your mouth mid-moan, sending heat into your already molten core.

“Wanna feel you come around me again, baby.” He groaned and tightened his hold around your torso, sweeping his tongue along your bottom lip before capturing your mouth in his again. 

He had brought you to the brink again already. You squeezed around him, earning a rare groan from Frank. The usually stoic and quiet man let out another sinful moan when you arched your back and squeezed again. He was as close as you were to the edge, and God, the tension was palpable. 

Finally, in a moment of pure bliss, he nipped at your bottom lip and let out a soft, barely there whimper, which sent you careening off the edge and into oblivion. You could feel yourself clenching around him as you came, but your head had been sent straight to a euphoric haze. Your heart thundered in your chest as Frank wrapped his arms around your torso and held you tight against his chest, coming inside your sensitive, throbbing pussy. 

You’d both worked yourselves into a haze, high off each other’s touch. The comedown was gentle and warm - soft caresses of each other’s skin, chaste kisses pressed to collarbones and fingertips, thundering heartbeats slowing in unison. The bath water was surprisingly still warm, and you couldn’t help but nuzzle into Frank’s chest with languorous, droopy eyes.

“You okay?” He asked, running his fingers up the length of your spine.

You nodded into his chest, sighing. “I’m perfect.”

“‘m glad.” He responded, kissing your forehead lightly. “‘m sorry you had such a rough week.”

“I’m not.” You giggled, glancing around at the luxurious bathtub you were in. “This place is like a dream.”

He held you tighter against him, resting his chin on your head before responding. 

“You don’t know the half of it, pretty girl.”

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[hyunsvngs]

Ok so ot8! Poly skz who all spoil u and treat you like the princess u r but channie is the only one you feel safe enough with to go into subspace 🥺 and one day ure cuddling with the members (lets go w lix and minho cuz imma hoe for them) and one of them kinda brushes their thumb on ur lips or make u suck on it and u get all floaty and fuzzy just as chan enters the room and ure all grappy hands and “daddy🥺🥺” and he COOS AND COME SCOOP YOU UP AND ASSHSGYWISOSUSGSSJSK

I literally can’t stop thinking about this scenario plz continue cuz my mind went mush🫰🏻

-kuromi anon

i propose:

minho was fingering you on the couch, and lixie had kindly placed his thumb in your mouth for you to suck steadily on. you were too loud, too loud for chan and jisung who were working in the next room but you just couldn’t help yourself! minho’s degradations mixed with little praises were sending you into a very, very floaty space. you hadn’t ever entered your subspace without chan, who was a pro at making you feel all fuzzy, protected and overwhelmed, so you assumed it simply wouldn’t happen.

until that moment. something about the way the two men were crowded around you, limbs intertwined underneath a fluffy, knitted blanket made you feel so safe. your feet were in your favourite frilly socks but you were bare otherwise, apart from a t-shirt of jeongin’s that felix currently had his hand underneath. it was just so comfortable, familiar with two of the boys you loved most.

you could feel yourself slipping. minho noticed, too, his pointy nose brushing your cheek as he quickened the pace of his fingers. “aww, are you feeling floaty, kitty?” his smile was heard through his voice, your eyes being closed in ecstasy prohibiting your vision. felix giggled from next to you, hand stroking through your hair while you suckled on his thumb.

“so fucking cute,” felix whispered, his eyes wide with awe. his lips stretched into a smile when his thumb went to stroke across your lip and you chased it with your mouth. “look at her getting all fuzzy with us. it’s s’ sweet!”

“mm, our slut just loves my fingers so much, huh? you don’t even need your daddy here to help you, gettin’ all sweet for us without him,” minho bit into your earlobe softly, fingers curving to probe your gspot. you shifted, your legs thrashing underneath the soft blanket. all of a sudden, it was like things started to make sense to you. you felt so so safe with minho and felix, two of your favourites if you were being honest - but you wanted your daddy.

“d-daddy,” you whine, head thrashing back against the fabric of the sofa. minho chuckled next to you, shaking his head fondly. felix moved his wet thumb to circle over your clit, heightening your pleasure and making you gush over minho’s knobby digits. your eyes fluttered open, only to shut again just as quick. you couldn’t take it. “need- need- hnnng, minnie, minho, please, need it-“

minho’s chuckling again, his fingers thrusting into you just a tad deeper. “open your eyes.”

you opened your eyes on command, eyes hazy with the light of the room. the main light wasn’t on, only the smaller lamps dotted around the room, but you still felt like the room was way too bright. blinking a few times, trying hard to ignore the way you were very, very close to cumming, your eyes settled on a figure by the door.

chan. he was standing there, bulging arms crossed over his chest and a soft smile on his face. he looked proud, so proud to see you succumbing to your headspace like that even when he wasn’t there. but, he was there, present, and he started to stalk across the room to you like you were prey.

“i’m guessing she’s slipping,” chan mused when he reached your body, hands smoothing over your thighs on top of the blanket. you let out a whine again, all of your thoughts going blurry with the headspace you were going into. it definitely didn’t help that felix was rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves so precisely, minho was hitting your gspot… you felt like you were going to die.

“slippin’ so nice for us, she’s such a good girl,” you gasped sharply when felix’s deep timbre hit your ears.

chan giggled, his fingers starting to play with the frills of your socks underneath the blanket. “what’s up, baby?”

“hnng, daddy- ‘m gonna cum, oh, oh- can i, can i?”

chan cooed at you, his eyes soft beneath wild, dark curly hair. “of course you can, baby. such a good girl.”

♡ juno

[deadpool15]

Sugarbaby vibes ✨️

I walked out of the fitting room wearing the shit Chanel set. Let's be honest I looked to fucking die for, but once I saw the price it looked mid. Of course I wanted it and speaking of price it's Chanel what did I expect. If anything I suggested, let's go thrifting, as you can tell I didn't grow up with money. I'm still trying to get used to living this life now, it's crazy hoe just last week I was struggling to afford a pack of fucking Ramen at the convenience store and now I live in a penthouse. Your girl did, in fact, come up in life. You all better be proud. All thanks to the one and only Bada Lee.

Bada is about 28, and I'm 22, so there is a slight age gap if you care about any of that. Shit I didn't. I just needed someone to pay my bills. How we met it quite an interesting story if you think about it, I mean, I didn't sign up for a sugar mama like on the weird ass movies or stories you see on Wattpad. I was, in fact, working as a waiter in this high-end restaurant with might I add a shitty pay. Why are we serving all this expensive ass shit and in only getting made a few bucks in an hour? It's giving slavery, and not mentions my boss who, like most men, convince himself within the 3 minutes of hiring me that I was destined to be his furtre wife and the mother of his children as he call it. If you wanted to know what crazy looks like, we'll Mr. Kim is a prime example.

But we are getting of topic. See, I don't wanna tell you about my overly obsessive ass boss. I wanna tell you about the women who turned my life around. Serving tables is absolute shit, especially when no matter how rich one is, they never tip. "Hey Blue, bossman says he needs you at table six." I turned around to my partner in crime, Leslie. I'm happy to see her until I realized what she said, "I'm on break, though, like all these people around here . Can't he bother someone else." She gave me a sad smile and shrugged, "no, you know he likes to watch you suffer, because he expects after a while you will give in and let him take you out on a date." I stare at her with disgust.

"Yea, never mind your you're right. I'll take my chances with the wolves again. I'm just get going. If he asks again, make sure to tell him I chose getting screamed and yelled at my rich elderly woman over acknowledging his existence. " I hurried and jog off before she could say anything, grabbing my notepad and pen out of my pocket I had towards table six. With the biggest fake smile on. The love I have for these customers is crazy.

I stand there saying my usual line in the most chipper voice one can muster, whiteout even looking at the person sitting down in front of me. "Hello, ladies and gentlemen. I'm blue and very happy to serve you tonight. So what can I get, you folks?" I hear someone speak before muttering something about how I'm pretty, then I finally gather the courage to look up and see a group of women. All dressed to perfection, clothes tailored just to fit their figure. Those majority of them look around my age or slightly older. After a moment of being caught in a daze while overanlyzing them, I turn to her the tallest one of the bun speak up. "I would like to have a water to drink and just some shrimp pasta."

I make eye contact with her and my God. This is the most beautiful creature I've ever seen in my life. It almost feels like i should have to pay a fee to look upon her face. My stare moves down to her lips and not e how nice and pump they are. I would kill to suck on those lips, to feel what they tasted like even. I realize I've just been staring at her while the rest of the women have spoken uo about their order already. "Oo, I'm s-so sorry." I state being an absolute nervous wreck while looking down at my notepad. I hope she didn't notice that. "It's fine, sweetheart," I heard the girl that was referred to ad Lusher somewhere in the conversation state to me. I hurry up and excuse myself to go get their orders. She keeps staring at me, bitting the inner part of her check. Eventually, they leave after a while, leaving a $200 tip for me. I almost couldn't believe it. This I'd the first time someone has ever given me that much money as a tip.

After a while, the girl continues to come to our little restaurant. Same table, same confidence aura and everything. She makes it seem as if she is trying to just get something to eat. We continue to see each other even after work. She would pop in on my breaks, and around the time, I would clock out. She was intimidating. I'll get her that. I spoke with class, and her vibe just let you know she had money. And it seemed she had her eyes on a certain girl. Me. Though, after beating around the bush, Bada told me exactly what she wanted. "I want to take care of you. You'll never have to worry about a single thing when you're with me. Or lift a finger. Give you the life you deserve, baby. I mean, you are a cute little waitress, but you can be so much more. Why waste your time when you have me. Just say the words, and I'll take care of you."

Some might've immediately said yes, and to be honest, I would've to. Until Bada told me there were rules. Which did kinda throw me off a bit. I mean, I thought I had the whole idea down until well, I realized I didn't. It wasn't just about the money it was the pleasure. How much would she give me, and fuck did she give me a lot. Well lived by only a few rules, but Bada took them very seriously.

Rule 1: Don't question anything

Rule 2: Don't talk back

Rule 3: Don't touch yourself

You should've seen the look on my face when I heard the third rule, I mean, at the bright age of 22, who the hell doesn't masturbate. Literally made no sense to me until she tried to explain it further. "I give you pleasure. I'm the only one who should be touching you. I'm general baby. You belong entirely to me. That's how this works. Therefore, you shouldn't be doing anything without my permission cupcake." After finally going over the terms, I agreed in the end. At the end of the day, I was a broke college student who desperately needed the money, and Bada just so happens to be the sexy older one willing to give it to me. In a sense, I was happy with my current predicament. My life was going well. Now, back to what I was saying earlier.

I stared at myself in the mirror. Sometimes, I forget that I can look this good. "Yea, ayye, get it, girl." In the process of hyping myself up, I finally hear a voice speak up from behind me, scaring the absolute shit out of me. "I'm glad you like it, baby. It does look good on you, I told you I have an eye for beautiful things. I mean, just look at my baby girl." She says while holding on to my waist, kissing my neck slowly. I smile for a while until I realize what she is doing. "Baby, we are in public, a fitting room at that. We aren't doing that here," I say, trying to be firm while avoiding her glaze in the mirror.

"What did I tell you about saying no to me, huh? Do you make the rules?" She forcefully grabbed my chin when she caught on to the act. She grabs my breast while still making eye contact with me in the mirror. "That's right, just stand right here, ok? Gonna be my good girl, right?" I stare at the door, thinking about the people outside that will hear us. While I'm thinking about them, Bada moved the hand that was holding me under my top, slowly circling my right nipple. "Gonna be good, right?" She asks again,she never has enough patience to ask again. It seems she is being nice today. I nod my head at her question this time.

"Word babygirl, I need to hear you. Let them hear you. Just stop all that thinking for me." I whimper at her words. Finally, forgetting about the staff in the store. She moves her hand down my body, teasing me with her pace. "P-please, I'll be g-good. Gonna be so good for you." She smirks, looking down at my face before moving her hand towards my soaked pussy. "Always so f-fucking good for me, aren't you? My precious little baby. Just needs to be filled, like always." I look into her eyes in the mirror about to answer her before she insert a finger into me, all while still playing with my breasts. She knows my body like the back of her hand. Doesn't even have to try to find the spot.

"Yea, right there, come on. I can't hear you, baby girl." I know exactly the game she is playing at, but I can only stand there moaning like a bitch in heat being held on my weak jelly-like legs as she adds two more fingers. While she grinds her hips into me, fuck those bloody dancers and there hips. "Y-yes y-yes... shit o fuck right there". She just smiles at my reactions. Assuming to her if anything. "Were gonna buy this little outfit, then I'm gonna by 28 fucking more just to fuck the shit out of you in them. And you gonna let me, aren't you?. Gonna take it like a good girl who just needs her holes filled, right?" I shake my head, screaming yes over and over again while nodding profusely. Seems that's the only word my brain can come up with as she starts to suck down on my neck leaving marks while circling my clit with her thumbs. And she still continues to thrust those same three fingers in and out of me ob command.

"Fucked you dumb, aww that's adorable baby. But we just started, " She says while smirking, and I stare at her in a mix of fear and pleasure. "Now open those legs wider for me, baby girl."

[thefallennightmare]

If it’s not too much for you, I was wondering if I could request a Noah headcannon??

The reader has been ill for a while and when she goes to visit Noah while he’s on tour, he notices that she doesn’t look good, and tries to take her to the doctor.

To humor him, she goes but when she sees the doctor and getting a few test done and an ultrasound she finds out that she’s pregnant and due in two weeks.

It kind of like that “I didn’t know I was pregnant” tv show.

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Noah rubbed soothing circles on your back, trying to calm your nerves as you sat in the middle of the bed in the doctors office.

You'd been sick for a few weeks now; nauseous, vomiting, and so exhausted.

Noah had been worried about you and tried to get you into the doctors but you kept waving it off claiming it was food poisoning.

"Food poisoning doesn't last this long, angel."

Today was the worst it's been. You'd been hunched over the toilet in the tour bus for the entire morning thanks to the smell of the breakfast Matt ordered everyone. You looked pale and the dark circles under your eyes made everyone worry.

So Noah took you to the local Urgent Care in the city they were playing later that night to get checked out.

The doctor finally returned after what felt like hours and had a neutral face which scared you.

"Do you have the test results?" Noah asked.

They poked and prodded you to figure out what was wrong.

"He's your-?" The doctor asked you while pointing to Noah.

You linked your hand with his. "My boyfriend."

You'd been dating for less than a year but knew that there was a future with each other. Both of you decided to wait until the life of Bad Omens slowed down to start that future.

"Well, I have some good news. You're pregnant," the doctor broke out with a large smile.

Both you and Noah froze, blinking wildly at the doctor.

"She's what?" Noah asked, still confused.

"That's not possible," you tried to say but suddenly realized it very well could be possible.

You and Noah weren't exactly the safest, but you'd dealt with issues with your body for years and thought getting pregnant wasn't something for you.

"If it's alright, I'd like to do an ultrasound to see how far along you are since we can't do that with a urine sample."

Your eyes met with Noah's who immediately nodded. "It's alright, angel."

Almost immediately as you watched the screen, your breath caught in your throat when you caught sight of the fetus moving around inside of you. And when the doctor told you that you were measuring at about nine months, you could feel Noah stiffen next to you.

"How could I not have known? I'm not even showing," you asked the doctor.

They gave you a reassuring smile. "Sometimes many women don't know."

Noah had been quiet the entire time so you glanced up at him. "Love?"

He blinked, finally tearing his gaze away from the screen and down to you.

"We're having a baby?"

You swallowed the burn in your throat. "I guess we are. And seems like soon."

Just as you were about to worry, Noah's face broke out in a huge grin and kissed your forehead.

"We've got a lot of work to do," he muttered into your skin.

[billskeis]

ᡣ𐭩 club encounters w bill

lights were flashing, music was blaring and bodies collided against one another. you were at the club with your friend in hopes to get anything and everything off your mind of how you found your ex-boyfriend cheating on you.

fuck this shit, downing another shot as the alcohol trickles down your throat.

gender is specified as male reader :)

“hey hey! that was like your fifth shot.. in a row!” your best friend elise said, as she rubs your back to ensure that you’re okay. scoffing, you let her know that you’re fine, “don’t worry about me you know about my high tolerance, plus.. we’re here to have fun!” nodding, “you’re right, fuck that guy and fuck that side hoe!”

clinking your shot glasses, you drink another type of liquor that tastes way better than the first one. mm, fruity..

“i’m gonna go dance, come with?” she asks, you shake your head, just simply not in the mood to. elise just kisses you a goodbye to reassure you she will be back after a moment. you nod at her, laughing at her silly antics, you love this girl to death.

from across the room, you look, look at the various activities the strangers within your vicinity are engaging in. drinking, dancing, grinding, making out. for those, it was a night maybe those want to remember, or maybe not.. for you? it was a night to get your mind off the stupid shit that completely wasted your time.

that was until you spotted someone who stuck out like a sore thumb.

he had black hair, that seemed to spike a bit out of his head. eyeshadow accompanied his eyes as he tries to blink the harsh lighting of the club. he wore all black, which seemed peculiar because it was a summer night and it was getting hot, especially hot in the building.

he shooed away another figure that was engulfed in large fabrics of clothing, he had brown matt locs with a straight cap to compliment, holding it all together. his manicured hand managed to irritate the latter until the shorter figure made eye contact with you.

in attempts to look away, anywhere else, you couldn’t help but try to sneak a look at the two once again.

for a short moment, you saw that the dread-head had pointed at you, making the taller one look in your direction. awkwardly, you swirl the liquid in your cup. looking once again, to see the pretty black-haired person still looking at you.

at this moment you’re panicking. shit, what if he thinks i’m weird? wait, who gives a fuck you’ll probably only see this person tonight and then never again. you turn on the island seat, facing the bar to scan the alcohols in seeing which one you haven’t tried yet.

you just got paid at work and decided that this night was gonna be a night to yourself and therefore you needed to spoil yourself.

with a tap on your shoulder, you’re met with not just anyone. but the person you had just made intense eye contact with more than once and had looked like a total loser to (he doesn’t think so).

“hey,” he spoke, his voice a tad nasal, but it was sexy. “hi..” “by yourself?” “nono, my friend’s dancing, see? she’s the one with the tight black dress who—seems to be dancing with that… dread-head..”

shaking your head, “elise.. this is the fifth guy tonight,” “don’t worry, that’s my brother, your friend is quite the dancer,” the boy laughs, leaning his head in a little closer to yours.

“that she is,” sighing, “well, i hope i can accompany you tonight, bill,” he holds a hand out for you to shake, “y/n,” you reciprocate the gesture a tight grip on his. his hands are soft.

“you know i already thought this but seeing you closer just confirms it,” bill leans his elbow on the counter of the bar, his eyes gleam even in the dark lighting that flashes once in a while, “confirms what?” you ask in curiosity.

“how cute you are,” “oh—! ahem, might i say the same for you,” really y/n? you’re blowing it tonight. while face palming yourself, all bill could do is laugh. he loves your awkwardness and all you could do was just stare at him in awe.

he really was fucking gorgeous.

from behind him, there you saw. your ex, and he was closing distance. closing distance between the two of you with the girl he had his fucking dick in while you entered the shared bedroom, bags in your hands to gift him in showing you how much you loved that man.

with such short time, you make your move. “you swing that way?” asking the boy in front of you who had seemingly been talking to you but couldn’t pay attention to whilst you noticed an abomination behind him.

“i do, why—?” bill’s words were cut off by your lips. although in shock, he didn’t push away, giving you the okay to continue the kiss. you swipe your tongue over his lips in asking for permission to enter.

opening his mouth, you glide your tongue within his, intertwining the muscle with one another not even leaving room to breathe. the kiss was messy, but shit was it hot. bill was whiny, as your tongue explored his mouth, he couldn’t help but wince at the sensation.

his tongue tasted that of alcohol, to which you had enough to drink but tasting it on bill left you wanting more.

he was especially sensitive whenever you ran your tongue on his. whimpering at the moments you pressed down on his tongue piercing, as the foreign material of metal is fondled with.

bill didn’t know what to do with his hands, so his arms swung over your neck as you pressed your bodies together. in a bold movement, you pressed your knees in between bill’s legs to hit his crotch. you felt a tent begin to form within his pants, not even noticing the growing bulge in yours.

doing this led bill to moan into the kiss. god were his sounds addicting even in such a room where your voices were barely heard by one another. you just needed to hear more.

bill ended up pulling apart from the kiss, saliva in between the two of your mouths. his breathing erratic, and eyelids were heavy, brown irises dark. his lips were now a little more plump than before, but that was inevitable with the way you were sucking on them.

“y-y/n..” “i’m sorry, was that too much?” you ask him, rubbing his back. he leans his head into your shoulder, shying away as he nuzzles himself into you, “mmm nnh.. just felt really good..”

as you look past his body that was now cuddled into yours, you see your ex boyfriend and his side whore looking at you in shock. sticking your middle finger up, all the two of them could do was cringe and walk away into the opposite direction.

seems as though their plans to mock you were ruined.

remembering, you totally forgot for a second that bill was basically on your lap, “bill?” “mhm?” “let me get your number yea..?” he looks up from your shoulder, as he smiles brightly. cute.

opening your phone, you hand it to him to once again see his manicured hands. seeing them up close you didn’t notice the colour but of course they were along his get-up. black.

finishing up, he closed your phone and handed it back to you. getting up from your legs, he propped himself upon the seat next to you. holding his hand out, you instinctively grabbed onto his intertwining your fingers.

“now, lemme get to know you after you basically fucked your mouth onto mine, hm?”

[ur-boyfiend]

hai , here's some chan x reader fluffy domestic stuff, if anyone wants to see a continuation lemme know ^^

you’re lying in bed on your back, eyes closed and earbuds in.  your skills at zoning out are strong, so you’re not very aware of your surroundings. you don’t have any plans for today, but your friends and boyfriend like to stop by unannounced, so you don’t particularly expect to be left alone all day. 

that’s why you’re not that surprised when you feel someone's weight drop on top of you. you pause your music and pull out your earbuds, looking up slightly to see a mop of curly blond hair. laughing quietly, you gently run your fingers through your boyfriend’s hair, and he leans into your touch. 

“what’s goin’ on channie?” he seems more tired than usual, which is saying something. he mumbles something in response, but his face is still buried in your chest so you can’t actually tell what he’s saying. 

“love, i can’t hear you.” 

he lifts his head up to look at you, and his expression almost reminds you of an upset puppy, “people don’t know how to do their jobs. i came in and nobody had finished their part of the project, you could tell they all expected me to finish it for them. so now i’m doing the entire project myself.”

you frown, knowing that being one of the best students in the music department meant people assumed chan would do their work for them if they asked. you’ve given plenty of students deadly side-eye when they tried to bother chan, but most of them just try again when you’re not there. 

“can you tell your professor?” 

chan just shakes his head, “i don’t wanna tell the professor because that’d give them the chance to get their shit together. i’ll just do the project myself and leave their names off of it, their loss.”

you laugh quietly, appreciating the pettiness. you were probably a bad influence, but because of chan’s default sweetheart personality, you were glad he wasn’t letting people take advantage of him anymore. 

“if there’s any way i can help let me know, alright?” 

“you have your own classes to work on, i don’t wanna use up your work time.” 

you shake your head, “the biggest assignment i have right now is my end of semester project for my visual arts class, my team for the year end fashion show is actually ahead of where we need to be since we’re all prone to hyperfocusing on the work.” 

chan grumbled slightly, “imagine having a team that do their work, what a concept.” 

you gently scratch at his scalp, still running your fingers through his hair, “is there anyone else in your class you could team up with? maybe not for this project, but for future ones?” 

chan shrugs, “i try not to interact with people unless they interact with me first, i don’t need to prompt people to bug me.” 

you snort, knowing how he feels. people used to treat you the same way, the difference is you’re just a lot more intimidating than him, and people figured out pretty quickly that you weren’t gonna do their work for them. 

“i think one of my friends was talking about his boyfriend needing a new team for his assignment, i’m pretty sure another one of our friends is in a similar situation… lemme ask real quick.” 

he hums in confirmation and you grab your phone from where it sat abandoned on the low shelf next to your bed, quickly putting in your passcode and opening the ‘dance hoes’ groupchat. you know each other because of how often the performance and fashion departments work together, everyone in the chat had done modeling for you at some point. 

you send a quick text, ‘hey can the catboys get online?’

quickly you get responses from two of the other chat members, both asking what was going on, one much more kindly than the other. you’re pretty sure chan has fallen asleep on you, but you keep playing with his hair as you ask the pair about what they’d mentioned earlier. 

they both give quick confirmation, and you explain your idea. both disappear for a second, before confirming that their boyfriends were down to meet up with everyone. you decide to work out a meeting time later, so you set aside your phone and curl up with chan, tugging a blanket over both of you and closing your eyes, falling asleep in your boyfriend’s arms.

[thesargasmicgoddess]

ok. it's established. i am not as smart as everyone around me believes. sorting citations in mendeley should've been a 30 min task. tops. why am i still here, then? ~2 hours since i started. mistake 1: logging-in on tumblr. mistake 2: stumbling upon your blog (technically not a mistake, just a random occurrence — but is anything random, though?) mistake 3: scrolling mistake 4: wearing the cage (technically not a mistake. it was suppose to curb these distractions. *smh*)

you have curated something really fun [and niche]. all of a sudden i don't feel so alone. horny doctoral students exist! i am not the last survivor of a lost tribe! (': i hope your day's been nice to you so far. —🤓🐻

🤣🤣🤣🤣 thank you SO much for this great message! I couldn't stop laughing and it put a smile on my face because I can TOTALLY relate.

This month, I'm off of school, so I will be doing a ton of work on some manuscripts and etc. Your ask may have inspired an entire APA hoe shoot 🤣

Me, currently:⬇️

I've spent entirely too much time on Zotero trying to download custom citation styles and figuring out how to write new ones. (Apa, footnote superscript style, with other specifics. Yes, I know that's not standard, long story 🤣) I managed to stump my poor librarian, lol.

I've moved to Mendeley. Then, I moved back to zotero. And WHY DON'T THEY HAVE APPS?! (Mendeley did, but then got rid of it, wtf!)

But the scary part? I love this part of the research process. I love how there are rules to follow and exact protocols for everything. Because how often in life do you get specific protocols to follow? 🤣

God, I'm so weird and such a masochist 🤣

I've written before about how I need tumblr to balance out my professional/academic life....I won't get into it now, but there is a very nuanced balance for me between work and play that actually makes me more centered, happy, and productive. I don't think these things should be mutually exclusive. Rather, I think they create a beautiful synergy when specifically balanced towards individual needs and personalities.

Thanks for following along and your ask!

[teenagedirt]

can you write something about sam comforting/protecting reader when she gets scared while exploring haunted places? thanks <3

I'm right here.

Sam X fem reader

Note: I set this where they went to the conjuring house for a week,the video isn't out yet, so I have no idea what really happened, just coming up with it.

Your pov

I nervously shuffle into the house, clutching Sam's hand as if it was my anchor to the earth and if I let go I'd float away. They film the intro like normal, thanking everyone for 10 million subs. I was quiet, the feeling of this place threw me off. Made me feel uneasy, naturally of course with all the stories and evidence surrounding the haunting that took place here. "I think we should start with the spirit box" sam chimes in.

"We just got here like fifteen minutes ago, already?" I ask, sam had begged me to come, so I caved in and tagged along. I was regretting that decision, I should have just stayed home.

"Yeah. We need to get as much evidence as possible" he replies, colby still walking around in circles, as if he were looking for something, he assures us he's not, but it sure looks like it.

"Fair enough" I sit down internally freaking out as the spirt box spits out random words and phrases.

None if them catch my attention, until this string of words. "Death is....coming" I look at them both, a look of fear on my face, sam grabs my hand gently, assuring me it's okay.

"Hoe us this trip already seem like such a bad decision" I say, staring into Sam's eyes.

"Who is death coming for" cokby asks, despite my protests.

"Death, morbid, pain, for, y/n" it spits out the words fairly quickly.

The reality of what the poece of equipment had said sinks in. I stand up, shoving my chair away. "NO, NO WHAT, SAM I CANT" I'm freaking out. I knew that I was going to be criticized for my reaction but the viewers. But unlike sam and colby, I wasn't used to this, so I figured my response was natural and reasonable. "It said my name, are you kidding me. I've never been here, this doesn't make sense. I jnow I'm overreacting, but oh my God, I can't."

Sam's eyes are full with sympathy, I can tell he feels bad. "Hey, hey, it's okay, calm down. It's okay. Sometimes spirits wanna mess with us, that's all. It's okay y/n" he says, I try to calm down, it wasn't working very well, but I looked calm enough on the outside.

"Okay...I'm fine. I'm sorry I just got freaked out" I was really apologizing to the viewers, so maybe they would completely be infuriated by me.

The rest if the night sam payed close attention to me. It was now around four in the morning, I didn't really understand why we stayed up so late, considering we had an entire week to investigate. "Hey...are you okay, wince the spirit box thing you've been jumpy." He asks, I only nod. He sighs, "it's okay to be scared, your not used to this, me and colby are, and hell when we get scared, come here" he says, I hug him tightly.

"What if, the spirit wasn't just joking around? What if it was serious? This is one place that is undeniably haunted sam" with us still wrapped up in a hug he sighs, looking for the right words.

"Babe. I promise, it wasn't being serious, some spirit trying to pull a prank, it's late enough, let's try and get some sleep. Alright?"

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Sorry this is so short! Hope I lived up up ur expectations!

Slowly working through my drafts/requests.

Next fic: johnnie guilbert X masc reader

[cloveroctobers]

OCTOBER PROMPTS 🎃 — 9. Guero

A/N: im trying my best to complete my list for this fall season. In MY brain winter doesn’t start until December hits and winter isn’t officially until late December which blows my mind every time I look it up lol but don’t come at me X-mas lovers because I get it! just don’t bring that Holly jolly bs my way just yet 😉!!! Anyways missed my man so he’s next up for this short thing.

PROMPT is from HERE + I’m using: “Please, I’m begging you. don’t make me watch the nightmare before Christmas again.”

WARNINGS: language, family drama, mentions of violence, + slightly sexual content towards the bottom.

⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓ ⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓ ⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓ ⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓

“Fucking bitch makes me sick!” You huff as you flail the bed sheet up into the air for what should have been the fifth time.

Guero is smirking to himself, fresh out of the shower in his lounge wear, leaning against the doorframe that leads back into the bathroom.

You just got back from your outing with your sister-in-law and niece maybe twenty minutes ago but Guero figured things must have gone left when he heard you mumbling to yourself while he was drying off. He even called out to you through the crack of the door as he got dressed asking who you were talking to, since he didn’t see you on the phone and you didn’t hesitate to continue your rants.

“What she do this time?” Guero questions, knowing this tangent was aimed at your sister-in-law, since you only tolerated her and adored your niece.

Throwing the sheet against the mattress in frustration you whip around to face your boyfriend, “what doesn’t she do?! You know how she is.”

Guero nodded his head. He did in fact know how your sister-in-law was and he also didn’t care for her either—not just because you didn’t fuck with her but they got into a debate about guns that left a sour taste in Guero’s mouth. He didn’t have to engage with her much like you did but he definitely listened every time you vented that she annoyed the shit out of you…so in a sense she was still around him too.

He waited for you to continue as you began pacing now, “was I not tasked a week ago to get Ely her dress for the fall dance because her mother’s dumbass was too busy partying with her best friend of a mayor—who’s she’s probably screwing and my brother’s oblivious ass was too tied up with work?”

Eloise, or as you both called her, “Ely,” was your twelve year old niece that was just getting into fragrances and dresses—which was a complete contrast to her mother. It was no shock to you that her mother, Reagan put that off on you since she wasn’t the most stylish and didn’t really connect to her daughter in that way.

“Hell yeah you were,“ Guero said, “you were almost as excited as Ely was. What went down?”

You turned to work at the sheets again, straightening them out in the air and failing to get them to fit on the corners, “I go to this lunch date with them just to find out Reagan returned the dress! Said it was too inappropriate to wear to a middle school dance. And that I was trying to make Ely to look like a hoe since she’s already top heavy.”

Guero frowned, “the one you showed me a pic of? That little burgundy shit with the puff sleeves and flows at the bottom? I don’t get what was wrong with it? Ely looked pretty and happy in it.”

“Yes! Nothing was wrong with it! It wasn’t too tight or short. Reagan was all smiles when I dropped Ely off that night too, almost thankful that I got something done that her ass should have been doing.” You hissed and balled up the sheets out of frustration.

Guero stepped in then, gently prying the sheets from your hands to put the sheet on the bed correctly. It was something you mentioned on your first date that you were always criticized for not making your bed right as a kid so your potential significant other had to be down with at least putting the sheets on.

Childhood trauma was a true bitch…much like sister-in-law’s apparently.

Guero repeated, “So Reagan went and returned it?”

“Yeah and I think she truly did it out of spite because you won’t believe the dress she got Ely,” you informed with your arms crossed, watching as Guero put the sheets on with ease, “she’s gonna make my niece look like a pilgrim at that dance.”

Guero glanced at you, “that bad?”

“And I told her straight to her face when she showed me a video, that the dress Ely originally picked out was much more fitting than that floor length dress. I wasn’t rude about it or anything.”

“Floor-length? Nah, that’s crazy. What she say after that?”

“That I wouldn’t know the first thing about appropriate wear considering what I wore when I first met you.”

Guero furrowed his brows, “fuck is she getting at with that? We met at the damn fair in hot ass Arizona!”

“Exactly,” you agreed, “the fact that she even remembered that back then let’s me know that she’s been keeping tabs on me just to talk shit and probably about me to Ely too but I don’t care! She can run her mouth all she wants but don’t try to take your insecurities out on Ely. That’s when it becomes a problem for me.”

Regan was a jealous person, you peeped that from the first day you met her unwillingly at your seventeenth birthday party. She barely let your brother mingle alone without interjecting herself into their conversations and this was after she was already introduced to family and friends. You knew she wasn’t the person for your older brother, Kelvin but he insisted on settling for her after getting his heartbroken by an ex who cheated on him and fell in love with his (then) best friend during their college years. He didn’t give himself enough time to heal right before he was back into another relationship with the very set in her ways Reagan. There was a five year age gap between you and your brother and sure you didn’t understand it all back then but you were always aware that your brother tended to love long.

As siblings you didn’t always see eye to eye and when he did bring his serious significant others around you were open to them opposed to him who gave yours the third degree. Just because you were his little sister didn’t mean you wouldn’t look out for him either. The moment you expressed your doubts of Reagan being the woman of his dreams, he decides he’s going to propose to her despite their heavy arguments of not being trusting of each other or really in love.

Eloise wasn’t far behind after the wedding if you connect the dots.

It was odd to you that you always got scolded for voicing your opinions on your brother’s well-being by your parents, that you were always expected to keep your mouth shut and just follow along but that same energy was not reciprocated when it came to Kelvin. He was the older brother, he was “supposed,” to set the standard for you but at the same time you would always be different people.

Funny how that turned out now with your parents not wanting to be bothered with Reagan but preferred your four year going strong relationship with Javier “Guero,” Bardales.

“She’s the fucken worse,” Guero says fixing his side of the bed after you retrieved the duvet from the bay window seat, “was the kid messed up about it?”

“Oh absolutely, it was written all over her face and you know how she shields her true personality away when her mom’s around,” you say then clench your jaw which would probably trigger your TMJ later but you continue, “I’m so pissed with Reagan. Of course kids can’t always get their way but you don’t have to shit all over their enjoyment because of your own personal problems!”

“Did you tell Kel about it?” Guero smacks the pillow against the headboard, already sensing that was a lost cause.

He was just waiting for the day that Kel kicked Reagan to the curb. Now listen, Guero wasn’t down with divorce, given that his own parents went through it and it resulted in lost time Guero got to spend with his own dad but…Guero actually liked Kel, although he gave him shit from the very beginning he walked into your life but they grew to actually like each other. Guero had his own fun and deep conversations with Kel, noticing that he was also most like himself whenever Reagan wasn’t around. And one thing about Guero, if he saw someone he cared about being held back by someone else? he was always ready to do something about it; especially if the person was capable but taking too long to go through with some action.

Guero was a actions kinda guy.

“For what? That’s like talking to a brick wall and I’d rather save my breath.” You responded placing your hands on your hips before a smile spread over your lips.

Guero stared at the wicked expression on your face, “…what’d you do? We gotta hide the body?”

You snickered and then let out a sigh, “That time hasn’t come yet but my breaking point is among the Horizon I fear.”

Here you go with the dramatic stare off into the distance for a moment that it has Guero jumping onto the bed to get to you. The anticipation was bugging him and you were well aware as you kept smiling at him.

Resting your hands on his shoulders you said, “I went back and repurchased the dress and snipped the tags off. Reagan’s going away that same day as the dance to some conference in D.C. so obviously Ely’s gonna get ready here instead with her little girlies and non-binary friends.”

Guero wasn’t thrilled about some pre-teens being at his shared spot with you but the expression on your face made him ignore that.

“That’s what I’m talking’ about baby! Fuck what Bride of Chucky has to say, you’re more of a mother to Ely anyways.” Guero hyped you up as he gripped the sides of your neck to place a kiss right in between your brows.

You brushed your shoulders off, “and if she finds out and decides to get buck with me, I got something for that ass. She just doesn’t know that I’ve been counting on the day.”

Guero knew you meant that too and that made him smile. He was never above violence, it was always fuck around and find out in his mind. He’s been by your side for four years now and knew it took a lot to drive you to that point but he always encouraged you to speak up for yourself too since it was always conditioned for you to keep it all locked in.

Not when it came to Reagan though and he knew you had it in you, hearing of the fights you got into in your teenage years (one story consisted of: aged sixteen banging some girl’s face into the pavement, a story your father told him about—and another : aged thirteen with you jumping in to fight some older guys that tried to jump your brother at his high school graduation party—just to name two of Guero’s favorite stories) and a recent road rage incident that happened two years ago which almost sent Guero into cardiac arrest.

So his girl was never no pussy, don’t let the face fool you.

Guero instigated, “I dunno…ain’t she on a softball team?”

“She was until she fucked up her rotator cuff.” You gave the man a dark stare, “you think beer muscles scare me?”

Guero snickered and put his hands up in surrender, “relax baby, I’m just fucking with you. No need to go assassin on me.”

“You want me to be one so bad.” You rolled your eyes as Guero reaches out to slip his hands over your hips.

He has no shame in his game as he nods his heads at you, “oh yeah, listen it’ll be the dream costume, huh?”

“You just want to see me in more leather.”

“Yeah I do.” Guero laughs before nipping your bottom lip.

You flick your French curls over your shoulder as you drape your wrists behind Guero’s head, leaning to brush your lips against his ear you state, “that’s just too bad, daddy.”

Guero let out a groan as you untangle yourself from him, hand going right to his chest, almost as if you just stabbed him while he flops back onto the bed. “Such a tease and these are the things I get when I just made the damn bed?”

“Oh the horror! Oh the bare minimum!” You joke as you plop on the edge of the king sized bed after locating the remote for the mounted flat screen, “that’s what you get for not being my bone daddy last year.”

Guero sits up on his elbows, “you’re still pressed about that? Baby I got enough art on my skin already, now why would you want to decorate this handsome face? Which is my best art piece.” He winks at you as you scoff at him from over your shoulder.

Shushing the man, you don’t grant him with a response as the movie begins to roll the credits and you start to bounce from side to side at the music.

Guero glares at the tv, “please, I’m begging you. Don’t make me watch the nightmare before Christmas again.”

Ever since late September hit, you started off with the light hearted fall themed movies first. This was your third time now watching the nightmare before Christmas and Halloween wasn’t even near! Now if Guero suggested watching something like, “Terrifier,” then you’d be ready to kick him out the house or go sleep at a friend’s instead.

“This is my comfort movie, let me vibe.”

Guero sighs, sitting up to sit beside you to glance at the screen before settling his eyes back on you. It had to be a good solid two minutes of Guero just watching you that even when you tried to grip his chin to face the tv again, he wouldn’t budge.

Stubborn ass.

“You know, I could be your comfort too.” He places his hand right on your thigh.

“Don’t worry you already are,” you say eyes still locked on the screen with your fingers holding onto his jaw, “if you weren’t, I would have been dropped your ass.”

Guero breathed out a laugh as he quickly gets to his feet and yanks you up, “Oh so like this?”

Before you can even process what’s happening, you’re being lifted over Guero’s shoulder just to be slammed right back onto the bed. “You’ll never be my Roman reigns.” You puffed out.

Guero kisses his biceps before turning his expression serious, “and he’ll never get to touch this belt, which will always be mine just so you know.”

You smirk up at Guero as he gets to work unfastening the belt on your low-rise jeans.

And when you’re bare, exposed to the fall chilliness in the air of your bedroom, you keep your eyes on Guero as he places open-mouthed kisses with his incredibly soft lips against your lower belly. He trails a feather-like touch against the side of your ass as he knocked your right thigh to the side so he can get better adjusted.

“Whatchu looking at me for? Eyes on the movie, remember babe?” Guero says with his lips right above your throbbing center.

His reaches a hand right between the valley of your pale pink sweater covered breasts to grip your jaw to tilt upwards instead.

You weren’t sure how this man thought you were supposed to be focused on the iconic film when there were so many sensations going on. From the light scratches of the copper leaves against the bedroom window, the softness of the moss colored duvet, the theatrics of the soundtrack playing from the classic animation film, and the firm but solace grip of a loved one’s touch…it was all just what you needed to get by.

⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓ ⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓ ⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓ ⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓

Continue with my fall anthology prompts here.

[emwritesfootball]

Feeling Down | Erling Haaland

you feeling down and you dont want Erling to see but you live together

Warnings: sad feelings, slight bit of angst 

Note: according to my Google Translate (as my main Norwegian pal is no longer on here) Kjære = sweetheart

A/N: dedicated to the @horny-haaland-hoes

- - -

Erling was up and ready before you were, leaving the house before you’d even left the bed, so waking up alone didn’t help your mood. It was one of those days where you knew nothing was going to go right the moment you woke up, but you were hoping it was going to get better. 

Of course it didn’t, though.

The rain in Manchester only made it worse, heightening your sad mood as you started your morning. You were glad you didn’t have to work today, but that seemed to put you at a disadvantage. Now, you had to figure out what to do with your day, except nothing sounded appealing. 

Erling found you laying on the sofa, a movie on the tv that you weren’t paying attention to. He immediately knew something was wrong, but he couldn’t figure out what. 

“Hello,” he said softly, taking a seat next to your head and stroking your hair.

“Hey,” you replied listlessly, not even looking up from your phone to acknowledge him.

“How was your day?”

You made a noncommittal noise in the back of your throat, sighing as you shut off your phone and rubbed your eyes, the movie still playing in the background. “Don’t wanna talk about it. How was training?”

“It was good. Missed you, though.” Erling gave you a big toothy grin as he nudged you, trying to elicit a smile or some sort of emotion from you. “Can I have a kiss?”

You sat up and gave him a quick brush of your lips over his before getting up and going to the kitchen in search of snacks, Erling following closely behind. He watched as you searched the cupboards and found nothing, migrating over to the refrigerator to open it and look inside.

“Talk to me…please?”

You shut the refrigerator door, tears pricking your eyes and your throat stinging as you tried not to cry. Without a word, you walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his chest as you let out a sniffle. “I don’t know what to say. I’m in a bad mood and I don’t know how to get out of it, but I don’t want to drag you down into it with me.”

“Kjære,” he murmured, taking your face in his hands, “let me help.”

It took a moment but you were able to open up, spilling everything about how awful your day had started and how nothing seemed to be going right and how bored you were, and by the time you were finished, you were in tears that you hadn’t wanted to shed.

Erling didn’t say anything as you told him everything, a strong, tall presence that grounded you in a way you hadn’t anticipated. He held you close to him, making you feel safe and loved as you opened up.

“Why don’t you go put on another movie and grab a blanket, and I’ll order in, okay?” Erling pressed a kiss to the top of your head and then your lips, enveloping you in the perfect hug. 

Half an hour later, you were snuggled into Erling’s side, the two of you sharing food as your favorite movie played. 

“Feeling better?” He asked when the movie was over and you were half-asleep and ready for bed.

“Much better,” you sighed as he tucked you into bed and pulled you close to him. “Thank you, Erling.”

“Anything for you, Kjære.”

[mxrtixnzwrld]

🧿 “we cry together” 🧿

pairing: Toji x reader

summary: the whole argument from the short film… yeaaa that’s you guys, word by word mostly

tropes: toxic relationships, arguments, angst no comfort

warnings: cussin, sex mentions, TOXICCC, a lilll bit of smut at the end, not proof read

This is what the world sounds like..

“I fuckin hate you! I can’t live like this…” you sobbed to yourself as you got ready for work. You felt tension and emotion stir as Toji sat in the other room grumbling.

“I swear I’m tired of these emotional ass, ungrateful ass bitches,” he began loudly and leaned into his chair as you interrupt.

“Get the fuck out!”

“Unstable ass, confrontational ass, dumb bitches- you wanna bring a man down even when I’m tryna do right. We could go our separate ways right now, you could move on with your life,” he huffed as you made your way to him now in his face.

“Fuck you, you love a pity party, I won't show up. Always act like your shit don't stink, motherfucker, grow up.” You bend at the waist to catch his eyes that burned with an anger that didn’t match his “nonchalant” demeanor all he did is readjust in his seat and silently meet your eyes.

“Forever late for shit, won't buy shit, sit around and deny shit- Fuck around on a side bitch, then come fuckin' up my shit!” You say snatching his phone up and stomping over to your counter making him get up to follow.

“What? Fuckin' up yo' shit? You must be bleedin' and some more shit. Bitch, I don't know shit, fuck yo' feelings-“ he begins coming up behind you before reaching for his phone which you move away from him. You turn and meet those same eyes.

“You on some hoe shit See, I don't know why you like playin' mind games with me,” you out his phone in his pocket and continue.

“Bitch, I ain't slow nor ditsy, I know when you bein' distant- I know when you fake busy. Get out yo' feelings and miss me with that reverse psychology.” Your voice cracks as he reaches for your necklace.

“Bitch you trippin, who got you that Rollie Chain-“

“And who put that car in my name??”

“You think ima kiss yo ass?”

“Nah, your fuckin lame” the two of you go back and forth. You toss the necklace to the side and get in eachother face tossing the same insult back and forth until Toji breaks away and moves back to his seat.

You let out and aggravated breath and go to your room to find the papers on your bed as Toji once again begins following you around.

“Wastin' my time and energy tryna be good to you- Lost friends, family, gained more enemies 'cause of you! Bitches starin' at me in Zara, hoes scratchin my cars up! Should followed my mind and just moved back home.” You refused to make eye contact with him anymore but he still continued.

“Oh, what, that's my fault now? Bitch, you power trippin', or guilt trippin'? I held yo' ass down-“

“You just kept me down, that's a big difference!” You sat down and continued getting ready for work as he stood in front of your way.

“Stressin' myself tryna figure why I'm not good enough… Goin' to church, prayin' for you, searchin' for good in us,” you sigh tiredly gettin up and in his face. Sayin anything to make him hurt the way he hurt you.

“Lil' dick-ass who can’t take care of his kids-“

“You was still suckin’ this dick tho-“

“Well shit I shoulda sucked his!”

His eye twitched as he tilted his head getting a little closer to you.

“Fuck you say?”

“I said I should have found a bigger dick!” You challenged clapping your hands each word for emphasis.

He backs up and you take the opportunity to grab you bag and leave laughing

“Aha you mad, lil feelins shot- go text that raggedy bitch and tell her you all that she got. Let her know you packin yo shit n gotta move by the first.” You turn to grab your keys but Toji grabs them first and holds them above him.

“Gimme my keys, ima be late to work.” You try and jump for them but he moves again.

“Fuck yo job today gon’ be the day you walk to that bitch-“

“Gimme my fuckin keys-“

“Nah, I like you parked in that bitch”

“Gimme my fuckin keys!” You continue to jump for your keys as Toji keeps moving eyein you and your sorry attempts with a smirk on his face.

“Ahh now you mad at me, I got you hollerin for nothin-“

“I do the same when we fuckin”

“Act like that pussy ain’t loose”

“I’d rather act like I’m cummin~”

“I’d rather fuck off the juice-“

“Id rather fuck on yo cousin-“

“Bitch you said you gon fuck who?”

“You heard me Toji it’s nun~”

You grin and he two of you go back into spitting the same insult back and forth. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. During the argument he attempted to lock himself in the bathroom but you came around the other side that connect to your bedroom.

You two take the argument to the living room where he turns on the ps4.

“I don't even know why I fuck with you-“

“I'll be damned if I stuck with you,”

“Changed my number, I'm duckin' you, bitch.”

“Bitch, whatever is comfortable.”

“This the type of shit couples do?Shoulda thought about cuffin' you, bitch,”

“Toji, you dirty and you broke~” you fix your stance to fake confidence.

“Ho, you goofy and gullible, fuck you talkin' 'bout?”

“The insecurities you got, won't mind fuck me- Womanizer, got no affection from yo' mama, I see~”

“Don't speak on my mama, the fuck is yo' problem?”

“That bitch don't like me anyways!”

“Bitch, she gave you the Honda-“

“And used that shit to throw it in my face.. Find it funny you just can't apologize;” you had moved and turned off the tv so all his attention was on you and your points. He sits on the couch manspread watching your every movement.

“Egotistic, narcissistic, love your own lies- See, you the reason why strong women fucked up! Why they say it's a man's world- See, you the reason for Trump,” tears shed your eyes as you move around your coffee table to get in his face.

“You the reason, we overlooked, underpaid, under-booked, under shame- If you look, I don't speak, then I'm called out my name.”

You took a deep breath trying to regulate yourself but you’re so warm, raw and emotional that you couldn’t reason.

“I am flawed, I am pained, never yours, I remained-You the reason bitches start fuckin' with bitches when they change!You the reason bitches start callin' y'all bitches 'cause y'all useless!!” He stands up and corners you on the side of your couch.

“Man, shut the fuck up! Said I'm tired of these emotional-ass, ungrateful-ass bitches; Fake innocent, fake feminist, stop pretendin'-“

“Here you got shut the fuck up.”

“It's a split decision, broads like you and real victims. Let's talk the truth, women in general just can't get along.” You tell him to explain as you stand face to face for once tonight.

“Hmm, when Tash got a man, you didn't pick up the phone- Uh, uh, when Nate got a job, you said you stayin' home.

Why R&B bitches don't feature on each other songs then?”

“What the fuck is you talkin about?”

“Never mind bitch, I'm walkin' out,”

“Whatever, I'm off you now,” you roll your eyes

“Yo' evil ass kept me well in doubt” you step towards him, you both look eachother up and down. The cycle will continue. You can’t help yourself, you know he’s bad for you but he’s just too good.

“Pussy nigga, best watch your mouth-“

“Pussy and mouth is all you got~”

“Lay this pussy back on the couch~”

“Doggie style, then you get on top.” His lips attack your neck with marks for just a moment before his hands reach your clothes and tears them off of you eying your body with anger and lust.

You position bend over on your couch hearing the sound of his belt and zipper before he enters with no warning causing a whine to draw out of you that was so submissive for him.

“Who dick small bitch?” He groaned holding your hips.

Authors note: Yeaa nun too much, I just really really love this song and the short film made with it.

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[filmbyjy]

hi! idk if ur requests are still open or no but if they are, could you do a headcannon on enhypen on how they would take care their s/o when she’s on her period or something. It’s okay if u don’t want to do this(btw I love ur writings 🫶🫶) HOPE THIS MADE SENSE LOL🫶

a/n: oh don’t worry! my request box is always open. it’s just I take a long time to write this out bc of school😞 oh and thank you🫶🏻🫶🏻anyways! let’s write this!! sorry this took so long :((

enhypen taking care of s/o while on her period

LEE HEESEUNG

no stfu. there is no hear me out

this man will be soooo sweet

he makes good use of those doe eyes to look all innocent and shit so he could beg to buy pads and other essentials for you

don't even try pushing him away

"babe, can i buy for you-"

"just go."

happily smiles and grabs his wallet before bolting to the supermarket

once he does, he tries to find the section

but then he faced with crisis number #1

why in the world are there so many pads. why do they need to have this 'heavy flow' thing. is that how much women bleed every month??

he is horrified

but he keeps calm and tries to find a staff.

a little shy but he does it anyways.

the staff helps him and he buys the perfect amount. just 2 packets because why would you need heaps of it

comes back with the pads and with hot cocoa from the cafe you two love.

on the way home, he read that drinking warm things helps with your cramps so he stopped by the cafe.

now where did crisis number #2 start?

when your cramps decided to fuck up your cuddle session well more like makeout session

you were kissing heeseung like your life depended on it and then that's when the cramps start bothering you. you groaned whilst pulling away.

heeseung no jokes rolls his eyes

not at you but the pain that you were feeling.

"let me kiss you some more to make it go away."

"heeseung, it doesn't work."

"shush woman."

and so he kisses you

it sort of helps though🫢

so umm now whenever you have cramps, heeseung just kisses you👍🏻

PARK JONGSEONG

my man🫶🏻🫶🏻

if it isn’t obvious this man definitely knows how to handle things

he is prepared >:)

well for the first time he is a little confused because you are his first girlfriend and he doesn’t have any womanly figure around him besides his mother

so he doesn’t know how tf should he react to your period

he tries to get help from his mom on what should he do

ultimately, he becomes a pro at it

gives you massage

belly rubs

warming up a heat pad for your cramps

getting anything for you

does baby talk (bc he wants to be soft with you)

making you laugh to distract you from the pain

buys you pads/tampons whichever you use

even brings a small little pouch with pads/tampons for when it comes unexpectedly during your little date

he definitely I feel like tracks your period

bc if you’re just plain out lazy or forget, he knows when to be ready

which is why jay is a 100/10 on being best boyfriend🫶🏻🫶🏻

hence let’s kiss, jongseong 😍 ehem kidding. no I’m not kidding👁️👁️

SIM JAEYUN

mother I am in love with an australian 20 year old boy😮‍💨😮‍💨

sorry

anyways, I think jaeyun would definitely be another clueless one

he may be for the hoes and stuff but zero clue on what a damn period is

please teach the boy

but

won’t lie, he’d be great at listening to you

golden retriever energy right there

so if you ask him to get you things, he won’t hesitate

“jake-”

“ALREADY ON IT, LOVE!!” *grabs his wallet and phone. puts on shoes. all ready to go out*

he may not know but he is willing to learn how to make you feel better

because he only wants you to feel at ease and comfortable

for that to happen, obviously he needs to understand you so he decides to learn about periods

bc he loves you🫶🏻🫶🏻

loves rubbing your tummy to make you feel better though

reminds him of petting layla’s belly and he has great knowledge on that

PARK SUNGHOON

since sunghoon is an older brother…he definitely did know what a period is.

but he never thought he’d have to experience in helping with that (since his sister is 5 years younger)

until he fell for you

you are certain he knows what are periods but he just doesn’t know how to help

so you never bothered with asking him for help

until you accidentally texted him instead of your mom

you: mom :( i’m out of pads and my period came early. could you buy some pads for me while you’re at it?

sunghoon: sure, which kind?

you: mom?? I thought you knew what kind I use but here is the picture anyways *1 attachment*

and then when you hear the door open, you expected your mom to walk into your bedroom but no it’s your boyfriend

“hoon?”

“you sent the text to me but don’t worry…umm I asked my mom about it and how to help you get through this…umm bloody month…”

awkward as fuck but he is adorable

you gave him a hug

oh but as soon as he gets used to it after helping you a few more times…

all hell breaks loose

starts cracking up jokes about it

calls you weird nicknames

“my little ketchup packet🥺🥺”

deserves a smack to the arm

KIM SUNOO

you’ve heard and seen those statements from his girl classmates

THERE AINT NO WAY THIS MAN DOESNT KNOW HOW TO HELP

like hello?? popular with the girls in school. has girl friends

it’s sooo obvious

when he started dating you, he made sure to state that if you needed any help, just text him

you were hesitant

bc he was your first boyfriend so you never shared anything about periods to any guy before. even your dad

so like you just felt uncomfortable to even ask him

so let’s say…you and sunoo were having a stay at home date

you fell asleep on the bed. unbeknownst, you leaked and stained the bed. sunoo notices it and as such places a towel on the extra bed and moves you over to the other room.

after doing so, he goes to wash the stained sheets up and throw it inside the washing machine after.

he realises that he should wake you up bc you’d be sleeping in your dirtied clothes. before he does so, he goes to your bathroom to make sure you have your ‘supplies’ ready. if you don’t have any left, he runs down to the nearest mart to buy you some and even snacks or anything to make you feel better

once he comes back, he gently wakes you up and tells you to go change and then come down soon after.

you realised why he asked you to change and you were embarrassed. he probably saw it leak. just before you leave, he reassures that it is alright and normal for this type things to happen so he pecks your forehead and leaves to make hot cocoa.

to say that he is an amazing boyfriend was an understatement, he was the perfect boyfriend you could ever have.

YANG JUNGWON

jungwon does have an older sister so like he definitely has heard his sister like talk about it.

so it wasn’t a shock to him about how painful it is or how horrible it can get

however, since you were his first (and last) girlfriend, he doesn't exactly know how to help

well that's what he says but when you tell him you got your period

he surprisingly knows a decent amount of things

"here i made tea. since i heard coffee isn't good for your cramps."

like bro how did you know that🤨🤨

he also apparently made a mental note to track your period so he can plan dates

on days you have your period, he will definitely plan a stay-at-home date. the bundle he brings quite literally looks like you got injured and he is visiting you at the hospital.

i definitely also think that he will hold you close if you complain about your cramps.

soft tummy pats because he definitely likes doing it so you feel better. you know like that one en-o'clock moment where he was patting jay to sleep. yes i will never forget that moment.

still cant believe this is boy is 20 sobbing😭😭

NISHIMURA RIKI

honestly i’m facing a dilemma here (get it😉). idk if ni-ki would be a sweet and caring boyfriend

or would he be a pain in the ass when he sees your struggling with your period

so I’d say 50-50

like he will have his haha funny moments

but when he really realises “oh shit, my girlfriend is in pain.”

thats when he really goes full on ‘take care of girlfriend’ mode

bc he knows the existence of periods. he has two sisters

but he is also just a teen

teen boys really sometimes don’t get periods. they think its just something simple when really its not

so like dont be too hard on him. he’ll learn

this means it will take him a couple of times to really help you out

sometimes he can be serious, sometimes he can be playful

but he is also playful bc he knows you’re in pain and he wants to make you feel better or take away the frown

he just wants you to be happy and not in pain

ni-ki is pretty cuddly too. he likes to just curl up with you and hold you close bc you’re warm and he is cold

sometimes he cutely rubs his head against your tummy and surprisingly kinda feels nice since it kinda helps with the little cramps (unless you’re ticklish then uhh yeah)

10/10 cute boyfriend :D

[nekoannie-chan]

Do not read

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Reader.

Word count: 393 words.

Summary: Steve read something he shouldn’t.

Warnings: Forbidden book, magic.

A/N: This my entry to @witchywithwhiskey’s Horror Movie Hoe-A-Ton with horror movie quote:

“Do not read the latin.”

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3 too.

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It was a dark and stormy night. A dense fog hung over the city, creating an eerie and mysterious atmosphere, which was perfect, you had always loved this kind of thing. You were on your way to the library to continue your research of ancient texts. Your interest was focused on an ancient and dusty book with strange symbols and Latin words on its cover, you were going to find out all its secrets.

What you didn't count on was that Steve had arrived earlier, curiously picked up the book you were researching and tried to read it aloud, overlooking the warning "Do not read the Latin", which was on the first page.

Just as you entered the place, a dark presence filled the room. The temperature suddenly dropped and a shiver ran down your spine. A worried expression appeared on your face, had someone conjured something forbidden? You sighed, you had some of your weapons with you.

“What have you done? “You asked as you saw Steve there, noticing his disturbance.

He tried to explain to you what had happened, but before he could finish, the room began to shake violently. Books and objects flew through the air.

Steve got into a fighting stance, ready to face whatever threat was coming. The problem was that even if you didn't know what they were going to face, you still couldn't decipher all the secrets in that book.

The room filled with shadows and ghostly figures began to appear around us, but they were clearly outnumbered and outpowered. It was then that you remembered the phrase Steve had ignored: "Do not read the Latin". That's when you realized that the words in that language were the key to stopping the threat.

In desperation, you ran for the book and began reciting the Latin words backwards, trying to reverse the spell. Steve began to repeat what you were saying even though he didn't know what it meant, but it seemed to be working because the ghostly figures began to disappear.

You and Steve looked at each other, exhausted. It seemed Steve had learned a great lesson and would not meddle in your investigations again, and he promised to be more careful with the knowledge of any book he didn't understand as it might contain warnings to avoid unleashing a greater and perhaps even uncontrollable evil.

[jenniferjareauwife]

I’m in my depressed era, so I would love to read about JJ helping her teenage daughter with a restrictive eating disorder <3

I Feel Like I Can't Eat

pairing: jennifer jareau x daughter reader

category: hurt/comfort

warnings: eating disorder

word count: 942

age: 15

summary: you've been struggling with an eating disorder and your mom notices so she helps you

a/n: i am too in my depressive era and am a hoe for hurt/comfort <3

I bit my lip as I stared at the food in front of me. This was the first time I was eating a meal with my mom in two months due to her crazy work schedule and my sports schedule.

"Do you not like it?" My mom asked softly. "I can make you something else." It was a new dish so I knew she would most likely buy the excuse.

"Yeah...sorry mom." She shook her head, signaling not to apologize before kissing my temple and putting my bowl on the kitchen counter for later.

"Y/n?" She asked as she opened the fridge.

"Yeah?"

"Why is the fridge full?"

"Because I went shopping." I said quickly.

"There's no new food in here." I felt my heart beat quickly. She knew. Of course she knew she was a profiler for the fucking BAU and I was her daughter she knew me like the back of her hand. She knew. "What's with the anxious face?"

"Mom..." I trailed off as she walked towards me with a fruit smoothie. "I'm not hungry." I could tell by her face that she wasn't buying it.

"Baby...I need you to talk to me."

"About what?"

"Don't play dumb, ok? I'm sorry that I haven't been here for a while, I'm really sorry about that. I love spending time with you and I love you more than anything. You know that right?" I nodded and leaned forward as she placed a kiss on my forehead. "But just because I've been gone doesn't mean that I haven't noticed things, ok? Now I need you to tell me what's going on so I can help." She reached for my hand and squeezed it in reassurance.

"I just..." I paused for a second, trying to figure out how to get the words out, thankfully she was patient with me. "I don't know...I just feel like I can't..."

"Cant what baby?" I leaned forward and put my head in my hands. She put her hand on my back and rubbed it slowly.

"I feel like I can't eat." It came out as a whisper.

"Can you elaborate on that honey?"

"It's not that I don't like food...I mean I still like food...I think." It took me a few seconds to string together a sentence. "I just...I can't do it. Because it's so bad for me- mom I'm losing weight! I've wanted that for so long, you know that! And I'm finally getting it but after I'm done working out I get hungry but when I look at food I just get..."

"Nauseous? Anxious?" She finished my thoughts for me and I nodded. "So you still want to eat? You just feel like you can't?" I shrugged. "I can't help if you don't tell me everything baby."

"When I stopped eating I saw how much weight I was losing and I...I just stopped. It wasn't even the intentional at first but it really works, it really helps me lose weight but now I'm just...I'm scared to gain any weight back." I explained. "And I know it's bad, I know but whenever I go to take a bite of something it's like every cell in my body is screaming at me to stop and I can't fight past it." I took a shallow breath and clasped my hands together.

"Hey. Deep breaths." She told me softly, rubbing my back again, sighing as she felt how skinny I had gotten. "It's ok baby, just deep breaths, ok?" I leaned against her and hugged her arm.

"Do you want me to call your therapist? Tell her you need to start seeing her again?" I shrugged.

"I don't know if I want to do that yet."

"But don't you think it would be good to have someone to talk to?" She pointed out but I didn't say anything. She got the hint that I really didn't want to go to my therapist again so she just gave my knee a soft squeeze. "Well what can I do to help?" Her voice was unbelievably soft.

"Be here?" I shrugged and my eyes widened as I realized what I said. I knew how guilty she felt for never being here and I didn't want to make her feel bad, I didn't even mean it that way.

"Ok. Done. I'll take a month off, ok?"

"But-"

"Hey, no buts. I just want to make sure you're ok. You're my daughter honey I want to help you in any way I can." I nodded and squeezed her arm tighter. "You can come to me for anything, ok? I want you to know that y/n." I nodded. "Come here." She pulled me into her arms in a tight hug, something I had needed from her for months but was too scared to ask for.

After a few minutes she tried to pull away from the hug but I didn't let her. "I need you." I whispered.

"Ok. I'm not going anywhere." She assured me. "I love you so much y/n." She slowly rocked us back and forth, knowing that it calmed me down. "Starting tomorrow you're gonna eat at least two meals a day, ok?"

"Mom-"

"No protests. You need nutrition to survive honey. I'm not going to be lenient with this, ok? I need you to eat food. You need to eat food." She stroked my hair. "You can always talk to me about anything but I will be a hardass about you eating, ok?" I nodded, that seemed fair. If I had a kid I would do the same thing. "I love you kiddo."

"I love you too mom."

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Sejak episode 14

He really went "guys, I think we should stop the king from interrogating people. I mean, think about the poor spy when he's caught 🥺" and they all just accepted this as a normal, not at all suspicious thing to say

The poison was on the yongpo!!! How very Count of Monte Cristo!

HE GETS CREEPIER FOR EVERY EPISODE AND I LOVE IT. Please let Lee Gyu-hoe play the villain in every sageuk from now on, he's so incredibly persuasive at this brand of delulu evil!! I love the long ass Rasputin beard fluttering after him whenever he storms off feeling that he has been Humiliated and must Seek Revenge

I'm so happy that this new and improved Mong-woo can read between the lines 🥰

But if she is gonna be as ride or die for Yi In as she claims, I think a good first step would be to tell him about this plot that she personally set in motion and is still ongoing behind his back, idk.

The devil works hard but the torture gnomes work harder!

Lol honestly very relatable that he forgot Master Chu's face. Finally some representation for the prosopagnosia community!

When I tell you I had goosebumps throughout this entire exchange. They are both such marvelous actors. Also wanna give a shoutout to the sound designer! The musical score has probably been great all along, but this was the first episode I watched with headphones on and my god

It's so funny to me that he seems to be genuinely impressed and delighted by how evil Minister Park is. He's like "I can only hope to be as evil as you one day daegam 😍 I served the others for personal gain, but you... I'm serving for love"

Very ooc for Myung-ha to even consider this cursed alliance. Like didn't you learn anything from trying to plot with other people?? Just do your own thing man! Get creative!!

Another terrific actor. I love her polished, arrogant diction that is so entirely at odds with the haunted look in her eyes.

My darling Dong!! If no one will protect you I will!!!

Sorry writernim for thinking there would be catty jealousy drama... I should never have doubted you. (Very amusing though when she stomps her little foot on Mong-woo's proffered handkerchief and Mong-woo looks shocked that her gentleman rizz has failed, lmaooo)

LIPSTICK POISON!!! Even better than the robe! But as always with this trope I wonder: how on earth can it kill the person being kissed and not the person wearing it? I assume this is a different poison from the one she used on the former king, since that was clearly more slow-working than this could be supposed to be... and simultaneously strong enough to seep through several layers of fabric which would reasonably then also cross through the protective barrier of Dong sanggung's plump and lovely lips. Much to think about.

There's manspreading and then there's this

I'll be honest I did experience a few bisexual emotions while watching this scene. I assume he's got her all figured out here and will shove her away with his virtue intact in the first seconds of ep 15, but the sexual tension between him and the Toxic Lipstick is pretty intense lol. I feel like he considered going for it, just for like 2 seconds. Not a bad way to go after all.

Also, remember what I said about the sound design because it really goes extremely hard in this scene!! Those ominous strings! A most excellent episode!