#also goodmorning i'm tired as FUCK

[o-i-w-u]

Anon from that post, dont be shy, look at how cringe and anjoying i am :3

Yet i am still a moot✨

mhm mhm :3!!!!!

[luciopioid]

#2 from here. “Let me hear you make that sound again.”

yeji x f!reader

phone sex. dom yeji. she’s on tour and you miss her :(

note: I am SO sorry if you’ve just sent the yeji ask😭 I wrote about 90% of it before accidentally posting it and then having to delete it. I wanted to say that I did see it and that I thank you!!!!

You hadn't seen your girlfriend in three weeks.

Three weeks since you've been able to go over to her place and see her face, touch her hair, kiss her lips. Three weeks since you've been able to wake up in Yeji's bed and see her smiling brightly beside you. You missed her like hell. Since she's been on tour, she's rarely had time to call you.

She'd respond to your goodmorning texts well into the afternoon. She'd call you, but it would only be brief. You hated it, but understood nonetheless.

It was nights like this that you found yourself missing Yeji more than usual- in more ways than one. You were alone in your bed, in the dark room, missing her touch. Missing the way her lips felt against your skin. All of it. You couldn't barely sleep, for every time you closed your eyes it was a thought of her and only her. You decided all that was left to do was try talking to her and pray she wasn't busy. You decided to text her.

you: baby are you busy?

yeji: not at all, what's wrong?

you: are you alone?

yeji: do you need me to be?

You didn't even have time to respond before she was calling you. You felt giddy as you answered the phone almost immediately.

"Is everything okay?" Yeji asks and you feel your stomach grow tingly. She sounded so tired, and it pains you so much to say, but so hot. You were almost too lost in thought to respond.

"Yes, I'm fine. I just miss you." You say, "Wanted to hear your voice."

"Oh yeah?" She responds and you feel your legs go limp.

Yeji then goes on to tell you about her day, what time she woke up, what she did in the new city she was visiting. Anything that came to her mind and you couldn't help but be content for this was all you've wanted for days but also extremely turned on. It'd been weeks since you've last seen her, days since you've heard her voice. You also couldn't help the hand that sneaked between your legs while she was talking.

You surprised yourself at how wet you were, but when it came to Yeji, it was never out of the ordinary. She always seemed to have this effect on you. Even if she was miles away.

"Why'd you get so quiet? Are you okay?" She asks, abruptly.

"I'm fine. Keep talking." You say in one breath.

"Please."

You can almost hear Yeji grin through the phone.

"Oh." Is all she says. You try not to let a moan slip.

"That's why you asked if I was alone." She says to herself.

"Getting off to the sound of my voice," She clicks her tongue. "You miss me that much?" She tries to tease you, but you take it as an opportunity to let all walls down and audibly let out a whimper as your middle fingers still circled your clit.

You could barely respond. "I can hear how wet you are, you poor thing." She says lowly.

"Wish...wish you were here." You confess between moans. "It's not the same alone. I need you." You didn't care how desperate you sounded. All you knew was that you wanted her here with you more than anything else right now.

"I know, I know," Yeji coos. "But this will have to suffice for now, princess."

You moan at the sound of her calling you that. You felt yourself getting closer to the edge.

"I'd give up anything to be there beside you. To be kissing you.. to be fucking you." She whispers.

You tried imagining your fingers as hers, tried imagining her mouth on your neck and on your tits.

You whined at the thought.

"Fuck." Yeji says. "Let me hear you make that sound again, baby."

You whine wantonly as you feel your stomach clenching, your fingers still massaging your needy clit. You moan her name into the phone, praying that she took your question about her being alone as a command.

Moments pass as you come down from your high, chest heaving and jaw slack. “Miss you so much,” you tell her again as you try catching your breath.

“Me too, princess.” Yeji says. “Can't wait to have you like that in person…”

[darkdarkstucky]

Enchanted, S. Rogers and C. Kent.

SUMMARY: In a world where Omega's were scant and decent alpha's even more so, you think you're one in a million to be in a relationship with Alpha's who not only take care of your every whims and need, but also love and respect you unconditionally. However, your marital bliss of two years is interrupted by the concept of ‘true mates’.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader x Clark kent.

Warnings: Cursing, Angst.

CHAPTER THREE

“Wake up, buttercup!” Natasha cheerily exclaims, clapping her hands together after successfully pulling back the curtains to let the sunshine in your desolate quarters. You groaned sleepily turning your head towards the other direction, until she peeled the covers back from you.

“Uh-uh, we are not letting you sleep in the bed for days on end again.” the red head tuts, pulling your limp arm and ushering you towards a seating position. “Today, we're going out and walking on sunshine vampy.”

“No. Let me wallow in doubt and sadness.” you whine, eyes shut. You were still in dreamland, nestled in the covers with the ac on full blast— and you could literally spend days in the bed it feels like. You were always so sleepy and tired.

Part of you blamed it on over-thinking. Your brain must have been fueling up for all of your racing thoughts. Or it was only during sleep that you weren't thinking anything.

“Can't. The sun is up and the day is to be conquered. Where's your fucking spirit?”

“Oh wait! I remember where i left it, let me check.” you wiggled, making her hold loosen before you dived back into the sheets.

Comfy. So so nice.. you rub your face in Clark's pillow, sighing out in bliss. Just as you were about to doze off again..

“Nat!” you bellow, feeling yourself get lifted off the bed and towards the en suite.

“We're going out and fucking things up dollface! No excuses!”

☁️

“I feel like richard gere and you're my bitch- well, technically not one, but you get my point.” Nat nonchalantly puts down the menu, staring at you from across the table.

There was an astounding array of shopping bags placed neatly along the floor, both of you going haywire on different shops and swiping daddy's plastics, and only when you calmed down did you realize how much clothes you bought.

You'd feel bad, yet both Steve and Clark had gaslighted you early on that it isn't real money princess. So you went on your merry way each time and thought as if you were only playing pretend.

“Why can't i be a bitch?” you mutter, inbetween bites of garlic bread, basically inhaling the small tray of decadent pastry. It was crunchy, and soft on the inside with hints of melted cheese. Ohmy, you wanted to gobble it up.

Nat looked at you as if you were stupid. “Because.. you're rainbows, and butterflies and shiny shimmering glitter.”

You made a face, “You're saying i'm made of nice things? Aww, naty.”

“Yes, and if i put you in my mouth, you'll melt like a cotton candy.” she flippantly voices, which made both of you stare at eachother— silent and intent gazes, before bursting into laughter. Giggling at the unknown double entrede.

“Hello, madamme.” Your head snaps towards a slightly familiar older man decked in a pristine suit, an easy yet flattering grin on his face. “How are you finding your lunch? Has anyone taken your order yet?”

“Oh, hey ben. It's pleasant, as it always is. We've actually just placed our orders,” You smile in response.

“Oh that's great! and you're here with Mrs. Barnes, i see.” He politely nods to the red head. “Will you be joining Mr. Kent at the second floor? He's got an entourage, but i doubt it's concerning business. It appears to be more casual.”

“Is that so? I mean, Clark did say something about a lunch. Who's he with?” Your mouth moves faster than you could think.

In reality, the only thing you've recieved from both of them were casual goodmornings and update as to where they were. Steve was in France, Clark said he was in Russia. Atleast, that was what they told you.

“The usual, madamme. A couple of security details, and a new secretary. She seems to be new, atleast from who Mr. Kent usually keeps in his payroll.” The host narrates, thinking nothing of it. Everyone was already well aware of how much you meant to your husbands— to the point where nobody would bat an eye if they were seen out with another woman. Nobody could possibly believe they would replace you.

And you hated to jump into conclusions, but why would he need to lie?

Your heart wanted to lurch out of your chest. Nat's clearing of her throat made you snap out of your spiral; and you schooled your features back into a cheery expression once again.

“Well, if Mr. Kent wouldn't mind our presence.”

☁️

“.. I was actually a scholar of Kent foundation. Can you believe it? Our fates, so intertwined. It was really as if we were meant to be.” Lois gushes, leaning over in her chair, looking at him as if she were about to jump his bones.

Frankly, it made him quite uncomfortable. Nothing about this - if you could even call it a date, it was more like a formal gathering or a meet of sorts that he was inclined to arrange- felt natural, nor right.

Clark wanted to rely on his base instincts for direction but he couldn't grope for a shred of connection. Not even a silver of fondness, which is strange, considering thag they were supposed to be compatible— the person oppsite of him bore the genetic compatibility, as per several tests.

Though, what she said piqued his interest. “Which part of town would you say?”

“Upper east side,” Lois responds. Clark shifted in his seat, a smile making it's way to his features which held a considerable sway in her judgement. He asks a few more questions in that honeyed voice of his, to which she absently replied at.

“Huh, would you look at that.” He leans back in his seat, gears in his head turning but he maintained an easy smile on his face, mirth dancing in the darkened blue of his eyes.

“How about i permanently move your residence in, say, one of my towers?” Lois' breath hitched at the proposal.

“I-i mean, sure if that's what you want.” she gathered herself for a while, before remembering to act bashful and blinking up at him rapidly, smiling coyly. “I'm yours afterall. Your mate.”

You can hear the jeers and the laughter, staying through the conversation, until you found yourself feeling literal pangs of hurt in your chest. Fuck. What does all of this mean?

“Let me kill this son of a whore,” Nat was about to angrily storm inside, but you managed to stop her, putting an arm out.

“Don't even bother.” you murmur, finding it hard to find your own voice. At that point, you felt almost numb— as if your brain was shutting down from what you've heard, finding it difficult to process at all.

You woke up with the hope of your marriage still intact. Thinking, rather stupidly, that this was just a rather difficult hurdle in your marriage. Thinking that perhaps, this was all just a big misunderstanding like what you were repeatedly assured of.

But this was beyond even your wildest dreams. Nothing made sense. It was as if your world was crashing down on you all at once. True mates? It mocks you repeatedly.

Steve and Clark told you that you were the one. You believed them, because why would they lie to you? They had no reason to!

To get in your pants, silly. The rational, or was it pessimistic part of you said.

You blinked away the tears, turning around, and indulging in the manical urge that clouded all your rationality— run.

So you fled.

[moodywyrm]

idk if it'll sound weird but imagine abby and reader back from a party to her home, and they're just so tired in like 15 min they're gone sleeping deeply and just wake up the next morning with Jerry opening the door to warn her about something - he's super late to a meeting or something - and proceeds getting so embarrassed saying SORRY SORRY I'M OUT. Poor abby woke up from such a jumpscare and also self conscious from their snuggling position :( reader is just kinda laughing

no baby this is actually so cute, got me giggling n smiling like a fool

so in my mind, abby n her dad actually lived pretty close to her college town before she even went, and then when she started college he got her an apartment in the surrounding town just so she could experience living on her own n being closer to campus. so she spends most of her time in her own apartment but she also pops in with her dad all the time. like tonight.

u two were are a party n it was closer to their family home than it was to her apartment, so she told her dad ahead of time that she'd probably be sleeping there n he was like "awesome :D" bc he loves his daughter to bits <3

flash forward to u two stumbling into her house at like 1am n she's so eepy! she sleeby! she's tired as fuck! u two barely have time to change into pajamas (aka her giving u one of her giant sleep shirts from high school n her stripping to her bra n boxers) before crashing into bed. u two fall asleep spooning, but over the course of the night ur two shift n shimmy until ur practically on top of her, one thigh pulled up across her waist n ur head on her chest, her arm draped across ur back while the other holds ur thigh, one of ur hands on her chest (read: a titty) with the other on her shoulder.

thats the sight that jerry walks in on as he's frantically doing up his tie, having woken up late for a meeting with the hospital's board of directors n wanting to say hi to his daughter before he hauls ass.

"Goodmorning honey - OH shit, oh god, sorry-" as he walks in and immediately walks back out, accidentally slamming the door.

the second he walked in n got startled, Abby practically jumped out of bed, tightening her arm around u and then immediately letting go. tries to act like she didn't totally let out a lil yelp when she woke up but oh well. she's standing there in shock for a sec, yelling a quick goodmorning to her dad while he's still apologizing, before she lets her gaze drift down to u, still on her bed n looking up at her. ur holding ur laughter really poorly bc she looks to distraught n discombobulated, her hair a mess, crusties in her eyes, the whole package.

The moment you two make eye contact, she caves and starts whining about how embarrassing that was while sinking back onto the bed and making grabby hands at you, meanwhile ur laughing ur ass off n wrapping her up in a hug bc she's so fucking cute, especially when she's tired.

she is literally the cutest ever I need to baby her I need her to lay on my chest I need to play with her hair

[swiftsdelucaa]

So I hear you're taking Grey's anatomy x reader request? 😗

Any particular characters and rules?

Like say how would you feel about April x Jacksons sister! reader or the other way around? Maybe with fluff and teasing older siblings?

❛ 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍! ❜

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: April Kepner x Avery!f!reader ♡

𝘼/𝙣: Hi! I hope this was what you had in your mind, enjoyy :)

When Jackson finished his internship you just had to start yours. There had been a plane crash, and everyone seemed so strange.

Jackson was very sad about Mark and Lexie's death, he loved them both so much, this destroyed him. Well, you hadn't met them, but he almost always told you about them and you would have liked to meet them.

In fact, they weren't the only people he often told you about. April Kepner.

Those two were the closest friends you've ever seen in your life. He talked so much about her, insisted you should meet her, you almost couldn't stand her anymore even though you'd never seen her. But God, he was right. Even you would have talked about it constantly if you had known her before her.

It had been a short time since you had started dating and you were already crazy about her. Now she was an attending in traumatology and seeing her in action got you so excited. You loved every single detail about her, it seemed mutual, but she was also able to be quite strict with you at work. Oh she was so hot when she got angry.

Every night you loved to invite her over to your house, watch movies, or just hang out with each other all the time.

Your hands were in her hair as you lay on top of her and she kept kissing you softly.

"You are disgusting" Jackson sat down on the couch next to you with a packet of chips in hand.

"Excuse me?" you looked at him to wave him up and leave.

"This is my home too" he said. April threw a pillow at him causing the chips to fall out.

"Oh come on!" he complained.

"Did I already tell you how much I adore you?" you asked turning to April smiling at her.

"Well maybe not enough..." she replied placing your hands on her hips. Jackson turned on the television and turned up the volume so that it became annoying.

"Fuck you Jackson!" you exclaimed getting up in frustration and taking April by the hand going upstairs.

The next day you happened upon Jackson, who gave you an annoying smile as soon as he saw you.

"Goodmorning" he said trying to be normal.

"No please"

"What?"

"Don't say anything, just- shut up" you begged.

"It's not fair, you keep me from sleeping and I can't say anything?" he said teasing you more. It seemed like it was his favorite hobby teasing you.

"Can we just- work?" you protested rolling your eyes.

"Okay..." he said again having printed that horrible little smile.

"Plastic surgery wasn't even my first choice" you complained, changing the subject.

"And what are you passionate about?"

"I was thinking about general surgery... Or traumatology too..."

"Oh and I'm asking why..." he added with an ironic tone. You nudged his arm.

"Stop that!" hoping that this time he would really stop it, you entered the patient's room to analyze the case.

All you wanted all day was to see April again and feel her presence.

When this long day was finally over you went looking for her, and she seemed to have the same idea. You saw her in front of the nurses station.

"Hi!" you came up behind her and she whirled towards you placing a hand on her chest.

"God, you scared me" she gave you a little push.

"I'm sorry, well, how is going?" you asked giving her a little kiss.

"Good, you?"

"Besides Jackson, I would say good too, but I missed you" she gave you another kiss. You didn't mind being in public, in short, relationships of this type now are more than normal in this hospital, you didn't pay much attention to the fact that she was your boss. Why keeping it a secret?

Unfortunately for April the day wasn't over, but as usual you would have seen each other tonight.

She came back quite late, she looked very tired. She threw herself on the bed.

"I can't move any muscles anymore" she said with her head buried in the pillow. You approached her putting your arm around her waist hugging her. You kissed her cheek. "Goodnight baby"

"I love you" she said as she turned towards you meeting your eyes.

"Mee to" you smiled at her.

Yes, once she was your brother's best friend, his girl, but now she she is yours. She is your girl.

[babbling-idiot]

hi! can you make a headcannon of Herbert west being a (terrible) father? it’s funny imagine this man seems closer to a dead body than to a possible son LOL

Well, he's definitely more stand offish

He has no idea how to even talk to a kid and I'm almost certain he wasn't even allowed in his kids life because of what herbert does with his own

Also he probably had like 99% confidence that you weren't his kid but he got the DNA test and sure as shit your his kids now he's gonna live with that and the fact that Dan is gonna bother him till the day he is old and cenial

You talk to him all the time, but he does talk to you

Like I said he has no clue how to talk to you

Probably has only have a small real conversation with you like once

Your mom is always telling you that you don't have to out yourself through this at all but damn are you persistent

He hates it, he even agreed with your mom, probably the first and told you that he is an asshole and always will be, literally confirming her accusations but no you want to hang out with him

Won't even let you near the basement

You can try as much as you like to get in but he is listening and watching like a damn hawk and will scream and yell at you to get your ass upstairs

Yes he is protecting you but he will say he's doing it so that your childish thought and actions will knly deter him and ruin his experiments

Though let's be honest you've been down there before when he has passed the fuck out cause this man refuses to sleep

And eat and drink like a dumb bitch

You on the other hand know that he knows you've been down there because you being caring towards his uncaring ass, have actually brought him food and water before

The first time after he woke and saw the items he shot up the stairs and found you asleep on the couch

He wanted to wake you yp and bitch at you but thought differently

As much as he wants to hate you and wants you to hate him for hating you

He can't

He ends up having small amounts of care for you and begins to talk to you more

It's not the best relationship ever but at least he says Goodmorning and thank you for bringing him sustenance when he was too tired

[ninebluehearts]

No idea if this has been done yet or not, but maybe Agent Whiskey with a single mom? Also love your work!

I'm gonna scream- THIS IS PERFECT ANON!!!

And thank you baby 🥺💗

Part 2 part 3

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"Shit!" Your alarm blared throughout your bedroom, waking both you and your boyfriend. "You've gotta go!" You whisper yelled, pushing his shoulder before jumping up to gather his clothes from the night before.

Whiskey was only supposed to come over for a quick hook-up, but both of you were just so tired, and he was so warm.. Needless to say, you both fell asleep.

Madeline, your nine-year-old daughter, didn't know about Whiskey yet. You wanted to introduce them, but there just never seemed to be a good time.

Whiskey flopped over onto his back, letting out a loud yawn as he stretched. "Darlin', we've been together for almost a year now. Don't you think it would just be easier to tell her?"

"We've talked about this Jack. I just don't think she's ready." You threw his clothes at him, hurrying into your closet to get yourself dressed.

Your daughter had never really had a father figure before and you honestly didn't know how she'd feel about having one. And if things didn't work out between you and Whiskey and you had to take that away from her? You just couldn't risk it until you were sure this was going to work.

"Yeah, two months ago. Listen, from the sounds of it, she'd want you to be happy."

"Yes, and I want her to be happy. I don't want to force her to like my boyfriend just for the sake of my own happiness. My Mother pulled that shit and I still resent her for it."

Whiskey finished buckling his belt, now walking over to hug you from behind as you buttoned your jeans. "This is different. We're not forcing her to do anything. I just don't wanna sneak around anymore." Whiskey pressed his lips against your neck, gently nipping at the sensitive skin. "I wanna hold you in the mornings, mamas."

You bit your lip to hold back your gasp, pressing back into him. "No marks Jack."

Whiskey hummed, his hand slowly moving down your navel. "That's another thing. I wanna start markin' you up; showin' people who you belong to."

You hated that he was right. You wanted him to be wrong, but with his sweet, husky accent rumbling so close to your ear, you could say yes to anything in that moment. "I-"

"Mom? We're gonna be late!" Madeline knocked on your door, jiggling the locked handle.

Your eyes shot open. "Shit!" You hurried over and opened the door, just enough for you to see one another. "Goodmorning baby! Listen, can you please throw some bread in the toaster for me? I promise I'll be right down."

Madeline nodded, pushing the door open wide enough so she could give you a hug, before making her way downstairs.

You shut the door with a sigh, relief flooding throughout your body.

"This is ridiculous." Whiskey mumbled, sitting on the edge of your bed before forcefully shoving his boots on.

You bit the nail on your thumb, trying to figure out a solution. "Alright, alright. What are you doing Saturday night?"

Whiskey raised his eyebrow. "Why? So, you can fuck me and then kick me out afterwards?"

"Okay, I deserve that." You walked over and sat next to him, reaching over to hold his hand. "It's Wednesday now. I promise that over the next few days I will tell Madeline about us, and then on Saturday we can all go out for dinner. Okay?"

"You promise? Because you've said that before.."

"Jack, her hamster died! I couldn't exactly tell her about you while she was mourning!"

"Fair enough." Whiskey said with a chuckle, leaning down to kiss your cheek.

"I promise. I'll tell her."

Whiskey nodded, leaning his forehead against yours. "It's gonna be okay. You know that, right?"

You took in a shaky breath, squeezing his hand. "I know."

"Good. Now, I do have to get to work and that little one's gotta get to school, so you should probably go.."

"Oh shit! You're right. Okay." You pressed a quick kiss to his lips, pulling away when you stood up. "Saturday?"

Whiskey nodded. "Saturday."

You walked over and unlocked your door. "I love you." You said, turning around to smile at him.

"I love you too darlin'. "

"Mom! I think the toaster's on fire!" Madeline called from the kitchen.

You shook your head. "Coming!" You blew Whiskey a kiss before running downstairs, leaving him to wait in your bedroom until you managed to get yourself and Madeline out the door.

It was going to be difficult, but Whiskey and Madeline would get along, right? Both of them seemed to be trouble makers so..

God help you.

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

10.20.23 Friday

3:45 am

Done, washing clothes....In a lil while will do my shower...

Again,this is an expression of my past,past love... Expression of truth on the recent-past... Recent past... Yeah... Yeah... Present-Past??? The one who told me we're just on "friend zone"???

I feel kinda tired... I still feel fat,old and wrinkled. Still,have windblow...

5:47 am

Goodnight & Goodmorning! Feeling fresh...

Hope to meet my prince charming in my dream...

Still,having windblow...

11:47 am

Not my ideal life here with Uncle Jun...It is very cheap and I'm self-pitying angels...

I wanna cry but it won't help me... I just feel ugly,fat and wrinkled... Thinking of money and better future... Can't even get a bf who is willing to assist me... It must be mutual... But thankful on some good souls that I met... But there are some loophole that I need to figure out...

I need a job and money and hoping for a rewave coz I need money.

12:52 noon

Listening to FM Eagle radio it is just weird this song "To All The Girls I Loved Before"...

Hmm... What about mine? Do I deserve to be flattened this way,angels?

Just curious and I didn't mean to remember but it just slide in on my head now about a particular wavemate that I had have on 468 named Ashley Castillo Baguhin. It was just weird... Ashley was nice and she is the tattoo artist... I tried ignoring but I had sex with Glen Castillo decade and half ago... I have the windblow for 16 years... I couldn't just ask Ashley if she is related with that guy as well as Coach John... I just feel somehow weird and irritated...

I think Glen is also a younger batch of Immaculate Conception Academy and De La Salle University... But what about "Castillo,Baguhin??" I had have windblow... I met him in the gym at "wellness" along De La Salle Hospital... I feel irritated...

It was weird, it was a thing for me to figure out this fucking weird windblow and weird people that I hope are good people. Glen I think is a son of Alexander Geneveo my teacher in Caregiving in Nightingale... I just can't get the main loophole...

Glen was immature and I'm not seeing myself being with him as a married couple... He was immature... I think Glen is a nurse...

Why, am I flattened this way? I lost my stage angels... I lost my spotlight... I lost my glow...

What's with that surname that Castillio, Baguhin??? Baguhin in what way???

1:23 pm

Now? I can't get a bf now... I want mature and a black penis... Where is the black penis?

I hope he can assist me... But I want it mutual..

I still adore dread-locks/ Miles but life is maturity... It must be mutual, I know... No matter how you wanted to embrace his broad shoulder, and sometimes hold his soft hands and smelling his hair... I want it mutual with maturity, of course...

1:31 pm

I still wanna see sand dunes in ilocos and will always be my favorite spot after the others... A spot that I wasn't able to see..

I still wanna work and my "Pet Store"....Be jumpy2x if there is no bf to have....I need a job and money and be jumpy for my Pet Store.

I want to meet clean,loving and mature people... Be jumpy2x...

I want to have my own "Pet Store" be jumpy2x...

1:45 pm

I did it all for love... But I hope there was love and aim to help me on something... I did it all on "no drugs" coz I was real and jumpy2x... If there is no actual bf, I wanna be with nice,mature, sweet, caring and loving jumpy2x people... I wanna have my "Pet Store"...

7:06 pm

Just waiting for HR and updating something. I'm thinking of money....While waiting just wandering around just like a wanderer in this world... Whew! I'm kinda tired,need some lift...

Checking bookstore, I accidentally saw this book on the book sale.... I can't believe but I was correct...

9:38 pm

Just got back from HR coz I received an email that they will process my termination if I will not pass or process the documents requirements. I thought everything were synchronized on the recruitment where I made some instant mutual friends there... Then JR told me, HR in Dasma 2 that it is separate system and files.

I saw Ms Joy Endaya and Ms Lorie the HR in Dasma 1... Ms Joy and JR helped me on scanning and filing my documents on the system on my employee file 201.

I passed my college diploma, my sss, my tin and my nbi but I still need to process and update my pag-ibig and philhealth by Monday... My rewave is still on process in a lil while, Coach Melai will just relay it to me....

I really wanna cry coz I'm thinking of money and I don't know... I don't know...

[midnightmemoirs00]

Hello again.

I don't even have the time to be dramatic I just want to let it all out. I'm tired. So so tired Maybe this is karma for what I've been doing in the past but can you blame me? I am just trying to heal myself. My gut is telling me it's not worth it and I know I deserve better but why, for the love of god can't I just receive the love I deserve from you? It might be the hormones messing up with me but oh my god it's so messed up that I'm crying right now and you're having the time of your life with your friends. Is it always gonna be like this? Whenever I get attached, I get hurt? You haven't checked up on me, haven't said you miss me in a while, and now I feel like you're just forcing yourself to love me. I know in my heart you're losing interest so why do I even bother? I thought I can easily let you go but there are so many factors why I can't. I hate that my friends right now are also your friends, I can't look at them without thinking of you, granted that I think about you all the time and I hope you do the same but I know you don't. Is it too hard to ask for assurance? Just a few times a day, tell me how you've been, ask me how I've been. Say goodmorning and goodnight and ask me to call like you used to before. Oh my fucking god it's only been 2 months, I feel so stupid. I hope in the future you'll learn to love me with all your heart and I get the love I deserve from you, it's either that or I'll end this. Because I know my worth, I notice things, I pick up things, I'm not dumb. I'm just choosing to be blind. Just please lord I hope he realizes how much I'm hurting and treat me better

[wwwurmumcom]

𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄; Bakugou, K.

➜ I got this idea when I was helping out at my nanas, and legit felt like getting railed by Bakugou. Leave me alone.

➜Warnings; Oral (F! receiving), cum eating, nipple play, hickeys, biting, overstimulation, squirting.

➜Summary: When you and your boyfriend Bakugou decide to help your nana with the yard and housework, he gets a little turned on by how nice and helpful you are. Is he gonna tell you? No. Is he gonna rail you until you get a back injury? Yes. Hell yes.

➜Genre: Smut, fuff.

➜Not proofread.

➜Also request some more smut tonight, I'm feeling good about my writing;)

The sound of the alarm got louder and louder, waking you up from your slumber. Bakugou didn't move an inch, his slumber staying uninterrupted. You looked at your sleeping boyfriend. His eyebrows were relaxed, not furrowed like they usually were. He had a slight smile when he was sleeping. People who didn't know Bakugou would think he's the sweetest person ever from just him sleeping. You smiled at the sleeping blonde, caressing your index and middle finger over his puffy cheeks. He stirred in his sleep, eyebrows unrelaxing. "Goodmorning." You cooed in his ear before kissing his temple. He slowly opened his eyes, squinting from the sunlight beaming on his face. "What time is it?" He grumbled. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close as he closed his eyes again. You laughed, kissing his visible neck flesh. "It's 8AM. We have to go to my nan's to help her with the house and yard." "Tell her to do it herself," He mumbled, shifting from the ticklish kisses you were giving him. You laughed, "She's 75 years old, baby." Bakugou groaned, rolling atop of you, straddling you with his thighs. He leaned down to face you. His messy hair was covering his tired eyes. Before you leaned in to kiss him, he rolled over you. He stood up and tiredly walked to the bathroom, itching his back through his black tank top. You rolled your eyes with a smirk, following him to the bathroom as you both got ready for the long day ahead of you.

....

Something happened to Bakugou as soon as you got there. The way you helped your nan make dinner, clean the leaves off the lawn and wash the dishes just made him want to bend you over that counter and fucking you senseless right there. Even the way you were talking to your nan at the dinner table was driving Bakugou mad. When you both took the dog on a walk, the dog would pull and make You move faster, causing your boobs to go up and down in your tight tank top. He didn't understand why, but he knew he had to get you screaming his name by the end of the night tonight.

....

After finishing up, it was already 10PM. You guys lived an hour away and were so tired from doing chores all day. You decided to have a sleepover. You walked down the stairs, entering the bedroom in the basement. Bakugou was laying on the bed, chest rising with every breath he took. You plopped the pile of clothes you were holding on the bed, causing Bakugou to stare at you. "I took some of my old clothes from high school to wear, and my nan brought out some of my grandpa's old clothes." "I am not wearing a dead man's clothes!" "You're wearing them." Bakugou growled, grabbing the clothes and stripping. He took off his shirt, his juicy abbs in the open. Even though you've already seen his abs, and everything under, it still made your core throb when you saw even a bit of his body. He made eye contact with you, smirking when he saw the light blush that covered your face. "Like what ya see?" You snapped out of it when you heard his voice, turning to face the wall as you pulled off your shirt, leaving you in a bra and tight shorts. Bakugou's eyes trailed down your shoulder blades, past the bra buckle, and down to your ass. He dropped his shirt on the ground, slowly walking up to you and bringing his huge hands to your shoulders. You let your head fall to the side as Bakugou's huge hands massaged the tense muscle on your shoulders. "You looked so hot tonight..." Bakugou whispered in your ear before leaving soft kisses on your neck. You let out a breathy moan when his teeth latched onto your sensitive skin. He abused the flesh, his hands trailing down to your hips. You finally turned around to face him, smashing your lips onto his. He pushed you on the bed. You wrapped your legs around his hips, feeling his hard-on pushing onto your sopping core. "Katsuki...~" You threw your head back, your breathing becoming shorter and shorter. Katsuki's erection grew at the lewd sounds of your whines, grinding his dick onto your clothed pussy. He slipped his hand behind your back, unclipping your bra with a swift move of his fingers. After throwing your bra on the ground, he stared at your plush breasts, biting his lip in anticipation. He plunged down at your nipples, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. You threw your head back, furrowing your eyebrows in pleasure, as little breathy moans left your mouth. Bakugou's other hand travelled down to your panties, his hand waiting for a second as a way to ask for consent. "Touch me..." You breathed out, leaning your head on his shoulder, short and sharp breaths coming from the both of you. Bakugou dug his fingers under your waistband, spreading your lower lips as his thumb located your throbbing clit. You were so wet there were already lewd sounds coming from Katsuki's hands just rubbing your bud. He looked back up at your expression. Your brows were furrowed as your mouth hung open. You were fighting the endless moans that wanted to leave your throat. "Moan for me," Katsuki growled on your ear. As his thumb abused your clit, his kisses started getting lower and rougher. He sucked and bit the skin on your neck, causing your skin to bruise. You let out a loud, short moan. Katsuki's lips met with your core. He gave your sopping pussy small kisses before diving into your clit. He sent a hard, quick lick over the swollen bud, causing your hips to buckle and twist. "Katsuki!~" Your hands gripped onto the blankets, your knuckles turning white. Katsuki's cock throbbed in his boxers, feeling as though it was about to burst. But he still needed to get you loose first before he ruined you like he intended to. He sucked on your clit as his two, thick fingers found their way to the outside of your core. Before you could whine at the friction, he shoved his fingers in, quickly pumping them in and out. Your head jerked up, your mouth wide open as loud whines and moans left your throat. You ground your hips onto his face and fingers, legs shaking. "Please!" You felt the burning sensation forming in your stomach, about to snap. With a couple more pumps of his

fingers, the rope snapped, causing you to finally reach your orgasm. Your hands left the blanket, tangling in with Katsuki's hair as you pushed his face into your heat, riding off your finish. Your breasts were rising quickly, your vision blurry with white stars. Katsuki released from your pussy, wiping the juices from his face. He crawled on top of you, instantly unbuckling his belt as his fly came undone. He pulled his pants completely down, throwing them on the ground beside your recently thrown-off bra. You and Katsuki made eye contact. A light blush covered your face paired with beads of sweat. Katsuki's face was red and shiny from the slick juices you squirted all over him. "I'm gonna ruin you so fucking bad..." Katsuki smirked, his hands massaging every inch of your naked body. "Please...~"

[ztarvokwrites]

Soft Mr 3 x Reader Headcanons, because I said so :)

hi lol i'm kinda not in the best of moods rn and i'm struggling to find anything mr 3 related recently, so i said "fuck it, making more hc's" so here we are. enjoy, loves! 💕

(look man this was the only one i could find that looked decent today, when i tried searching for different ones, the one i used before was not there lmao)

This man LOVES showering you in small gifts!! Whenever you smile when he gives you a lovely bouquet of flowers, it makes his heart melt!!

(Modern AU) Text him saying that it's Shark Week for you, he will instantly take the hint and do as you tell him to. Chocolate? He can get that. Want a hot water bottle? Yep. Want him to leave you alone for a while? It'll hurt him, but sure. Want him to give you cuddles? Say no more.

Best at cuddling. Hands down. Also sometimes likes to be the little spoon if he's feeling down, unless you're taller than him.

Also when he's feeling like garbage, he vents to you, cries a little bit, then lays down on you, resting his head on your chest so he feels better :) (plus, if you have boobs, they're great pillows!)

I'd like to think that he doesn't care what you look like. He doesn't really go for looks, I feel like he's a personality type of guy, y'know? If you're taller than him? He loves it! You make him feel safe! Oh, what's that? You're the same height/shorter than Miss Goldenweek's height? This man does not care, he will hug you and carry you til the end of time! You have hairy legs/pits/arms/down there? Instant teddy bear. He literally doesn't give a shit. He will love you inside and out <3

LOVES IT WHEN YOU WEAR HIS CLOTHES!!! It is the sweetest thing to him!! Plus he thinks you look cute in them!

Takes off his glasses when he wants to look into your eyes just to make it that more intimate.

I'd like to think his eyes are a dark grey/brown so hubba hubba amirite-

OH OH! Loves to kiss the top of your head when you're drifting off to sleep!!!

"Goodnight, my love." Head kiss.

And when you're waking up, he kisses your nose/lips!

"Goodmorning, my dear," Kisses nose/lips. "Did you sleep well?"

UGH THIS MAN HAS MY HEART 😭

Definitely stargazes with you on The Big Top if you ask him.

100% tells you about the star constellations and never fails to make you fall asleep, not because it's boring, but because his voice is low and soothing.

Sings with you. I don't care if you think he won't. He will.

If you're short and you're tired, he will either; A) Carry you bridal style in his arms, B) Piggyback ride or C) Reverse piggyback ride when he can hold you close to his chest.

If you're sad he stops what he's doing, drops everything and comforts you.

Definitely wraps you in blankets and brings you some light snacks before he cuddles you.

His love language is candles and cuddles.

Candles and cuddles.

CANDLES AND CUD-

Literally sets up his dates with candles and wax sculptures and rose petals with a meal for two and cuddles after.

I just...

I really wanna cuddle this man 🥺

[wildselkie]

Reasons to love The Dragon Prince!

Forgive me cos this will be a bit jumbled up. I'm just a smol chiald typing and trying to organize my thoughts as I go. So apologies for my shit grammar. Also some things are kind of worded weird. I'm not really good at putting thoughts into words so..

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1) There's a very diverse set of characters! I, personally, don't really think much of a show or movie when it comes to diversity, but goddamn this show really pulls it off beautifully. I love how each character is portrayed so naturally in the world- there is no real questioning to them or their abilities. Like general Amaya, she was born deaf and communicates with sign language. She's strong and confident and is shown to be an incredible fighter & respected leader. And the varying of identities of characters like Kazi. Such a bby 💖

2) Healthy relationships!!! And when I speak of healthy relationships I mean (mostly) of Rayla and Callum. I don't think I need to say how and why their relationship is great so I'll talk a bit about the familial kinds. One of which would be Callum and Ezran's family. The two have a good bond as both friends and brothers.

I also love how it shows the feelings that Callum goes through when it comes to his step father, King Harrow. Harrow knows he can't step into that place where Callum's father was, but he was there to provide his love and support from afar. He didn't push him to accept him and that's something to admire.

It was also sweet to learn that it was Harrow who gave Callum his sketchbook. ❤

Another thing to note is how the show portrays same-sex couples. In their world, there is not stigma or hate around this. It's played so naturally and it's so so amazing.

Btw can we just appreciate how fckin gorgeous the Queen of Duren are/were? Like... mmmm so BEAUTIFUL. I honestly believe that they could pass as some sort of other world goddesses or smthg.

3) And speaking of gorgeous, all the character designs are stunning and aesthetically pleasing and, yes, gorgeous. The creators did not miss out on making all the characters beautiful, and I am loving every second of it. Gren? Yes, please! Amaya? Fuck yeah. Queen Khessa and Janai? Absolutely yes. IBIS MY MAN YESSSSS.. and Aaravos? Well we all know the answer to that 👀

4) The fandom is pretty nice. Of course with all fandoms there will always be a few negatives here and there, but the tdp fandom is pretty tame (imo). I mostly lurk amongst fandoms of things that I enjoy, but this is the first time I've really gotten into it (making posts).

And from observing it, everyone is pretty welcoming and overall positive. The vibe is nice and it doesn't feel intimidating at all. The fan art and fan fics are super cool as well. Like the fan art is INCREDIBLE like,,,, , I didn't know I needed to see that until I saw it and it gave me a little bit of more life. 💕❤ ALSO ON ETSY THERE'S A SELLER WHO MADE THE MOONSHADOW ELF BINDING I ALSO LOVE AND WANT THAT LMAO

Anyway... I got carried away there.

Also.. Rayla's parents make me go 😭👏💕💖💙😤👀

5) The story. I don't know what to really say about it but it's good. Every element put into it fits well. It adds alot of colour to the each character and gives them that relatability and/or real feeling. I'm interested on seeing and learning more about Rayla's journey in dealing with PTSD, figuring shit out in Katolis, and just how everything comes together with the Xadians.

And

Dragons, birds with flappy strings, fancy humanoids (elves) and basic humans, and ducks with horns. :))

I believe that's all. I'm super tired now. Anyway, if someone got this far then congratulations you win a cookie 🍪 and thank you so much for taking the time to read this jumbled journal-styled mess. It means alot. Goodnight, goodmorning, good evening, and good afternoon to you all.

[denniezemclyon]

I have been threading ths lace into my joggers tht ddn't have a rope cord.. I strted ystrday abt 2pm while wearing them cos it kept falling loose but couldn't take it off as I was at Aisha's.. I used a paintbrush to try and push it in but just reached the side and couldn't go further.. So, I gave in and just let it be like tht and hanged it arnd my neck, the unthreaded part, thn went home..

I askd for help but decided to do it myself and askd if someone someone can get me a safety pin.. My request had fallen on deaf ears which made me grumpy and quite nasty and Pau gave me one from the sewing kit..

More thn an hour later I felt tht the garter inside had holes by now bcos of my impatient act of shovin it in but to my efforts, the lace went in half of the trousers by tht time but by only tht far. Also used a pusher from the manicuring set and tried to wriggle it all the way, hoping it would wound the hole and make some space. I wouldn't say I was calm cos I kept giving short intense grunts and sighs of frustration nor focused cos I was wtch all kinds of stuff while singing and distracted by my brother play xbox on my side and my mom and sister wtchn different things loudly on their phones as I was too. But, fuck I was determined. I strted to feel hungry and realised I need now to eat..

I ate and continue the battle, well, my battle within. Few tiny outbursts of rage by yanking the lace aggressively to start over, a second saftey pin later (as the first one got decapitated by said behaviour inside and took some time to carefully take the broken parts of the pin out) and pulled some cotton material, I am fully aware tht I had ripped few parts of the garter. It became a cycle and and somehow along the way I lost the 2nd pin, idk how. Got the idea of using a tweezer and used the same method with the pusher and the tweezer made it out arnd the trouser. I got so excited and was sure it would have work out cos now imma be pulling it with a fuckn tweezer. Three movies later (Lilo 'n Stich 1 and 2 and Stich the movie) my forefinger and thumbs were numb, I'm tired and cranky and sleepy and outraged and fell asleep with my joggers in hand..

While sleeping my rage off on the couch, u heard Lion King was playing and awoken. Attempting to do it in a groggy state u fell bck asleep. My sleeping posture was terrible and felt it and woke up with Coco now plyn on the tv. "I've had enough" I cried inside and just put the whole thing down, gave up and lost hope. Tryn to convince myself to continue it tomorrow unmotivatingly..

Woke at 4am supposedly to retire to my bed but spent it on ig wtchn Aciel videos and got amused by tumblr posts. I stood up and decided to srsly go to bed but thn saw the joggers on my feet. I swooped it once more but feeling a sense of false hope thnkn it wouldn't work out. Aaaand....

I failed. Again.

So, one more attempt. It was almost daybreak, maybe past 5 as I hear trucks outside passing by. I untied the knot at the end of the lace, hooked it with the safety pin, eagerly pushing nd pulling and upon reaching the center, I was so nervous I could feel my heart beat fast. If tht didn't work I'd be angry with myself and feel awful. I struggled in the middle bit but without the knot, it fittingly slid thru and on tht point I was filled my unexplainable euphoria. I ddn't want to jinx it so I halted the celebration and continued to thread the lace..

Just a couple mins later and with one last push and it was finally out! I yelled out in joy. Woke my mom up and shared ths unfiltered and foolishly pure happiness of my tiny accomplishment. I was literally feeling tears tryin to seep through my eyes..

Now I'm in bed, still high, writing my little ment with an utter sense of excitement and maybe a bit of exaggeration, it is now 7am.. Reflecting. The last method I had thought of it somewhere along the way, but brushed it aside, blinded by sheer passion to do it some unique way and much I'd like to admit maybe pride. But tht simple solution tht had alrdy crossed me and would take what? 5-10mins, tht I couldn't try, maybe wouldn't (at the time) was the endgame. It is Endgame..

Why do I do tht? I don't whn I've done it but I'm so sure in my bones I've done it countless of times. I'm concerned how it is still present. How I'm still doin it evn with the little things. That habit of mine tht I find horribly upsetting. By writing it down, I could only ever hope tht I learn and change tht. So yeah.. What a rant..

Still. I got defeated by it few times but tried again. No matter how small or silly or stupid it may be. Ths is something tht matters. Ths is something I've conquered. Ths is something mine.

I can fuckn rest now.. Oh, and I've decided not to remove the pin.. Goodmorning 🧡