#to squeeze the water out w the spoon

[tangylemonade]

Friends w/ Benefits 

Jeonghan x afab reader  18+ MINORS DNI (istg 🫵🏾 ಠ_ಠ if I catch you)

Literally just wrote this lol and it's not actually proofread (I looked over it once). Maybe 1k I need to go to bed but I wanted to write so here I am (btw thank you anon for the suggestion 😊) It's basically just smut with dialog and a bit of angst I guess

The buzz of your doorbell was unexpected but not surprising. You knew Jeonghan had gotten off of work around this time and on particularly stressful days he seemed to find himself at your door holding a bottle of wine waiting for you to open up.

“And he's back...” you said jokingly, as you opened the door and turned back into your kitchen.

“Treat me kindly, I bear gifts.” he retorted as he kicked off his shoes and shut the door.

“I was just about to eat dinner. You hungry?”

“I could eat.”

Jeonghan followed you into the kitchen, opening the cabinet right away and taking out the wine glasses.

“Mhhhh…that smells good.” he dipped his finger into the sauce you were simmering and popped it into his mouth. “Needs a tad more salt.”

“Gross.” you said swatting him away but still adding a pinch of salt and stirring the dinner that was always far too much for only you.

You served you both and sat down at the table.

“Ohh, I see you've brought out your finest China madam.” Jeonghan said as he picked up the plastic spoon you placed next to his paper plate.

“Fuck off. Are you gonna wash the dishes?”

All he did was laugh his little gremlin laugh and take a bite.

“This is delicious. I'm glad I came at the last minute and saved your dinner from disaster.”

“I think you're dehydrated darling; this is a bit too salty.”

“It tastes perfect to me.” He said with a shrug. “This wine tastes like shit though.”

“There really is no better pairing.” you said with a laugh.

“Agreed.”

Once dinner was done you put the pots in your refrigerator and threw out the dishes.

“And clean.” you said flopping down on the couch and putting your feet on Jeonghan’s lap.

“I'm gonna go shower. Wanna join me?” Jeonghan asked as he stretched and got up.

You nodded and followed him into the bathroom ripping off your clothes and tossing them in your hamper. Jeonghan followed suit, except he purposely ignored the hamper step, and turned on the shower, hopping in right away.

“Seriously? The hamper is right there.”

You rolled your eyes and put his things in your hamper which now had just as many of his clothes as yours.

“Jeonghan, you're gonna have to start paying some of my water bill if you keep this up.”

You stepped into the shower to find him slowly stroking his erection as the hot water ran through his long hair.

“Good god you couldn't wait.”

“You were taking so long.”

“Picking up your clothes.”

“Whatever. Get over here.”

He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him under the water. Your soft lips bounced into his as his hands ran along your ass and thighs. Running your hands through his hair you grabbed a handful and tugged, pulling a moan from his hungry lips. Dropping your hands down to his cock you stroked him adding a little squeeze just to feel the falter in his kisses along your neck.

“You’re really sensitive today.”

“Long day.” Jeonghan said before pushing you up against the shower wall.

His fingers found your clit and he returned that favor with a pinch that had you almost slip.

“Wait.” you said breathlessly as you stopped his hand. “Sit down, I wanna ride you.”

Jeonghan happily complied as he sat back in the tub of the shower and looked up at your body.

He could stare at you like that forever. 

In the dim light of the bathroom your body looked heavenly as the water patted on your skin. 

You lowered yourself onto him, your pussy lips laying on his throbbing cock and making it twitch in frustration. Looking down into his eyes you drove him crazy as you sinfully moved your hips and dragged your wet pussy up and down his shaft. Jeonghan’s hands traveled up and down your body as he squeezed at your breast, his thumb and index playing and squeezing your nipple.

“Fuck.” Jeonghan breathed out as your heat continued to glide against him. “Let me fill you baby.”

You lifted your hips as he reached down and guided himself into you, your walls naturally sucking him in with greed.

Jeonghan's hands that once again sought purchase on your breast were met with yours as you pinned them above his head and leaned in to capture his lips. Nipping and sucking you marveled at the quickness in which Jeonghan’s fair skin began to show signs of your obsession.

Greedily you rocked your hips, your moans syncing with his and bouncing loudly off the bathroom walls.

“So good....” you moaned.

Your eyes fluttered open and closed as you anchored yourself against Jeonghan’s chest and picked up your pace.

But Jeonghan's eyes watched you. He watched your body move with sensual fluidity as you pulled more pleasure out of him than anyone else ever could. He watched your flushed face through the steam of the shower as your eyebrows crinkled in pleasure. He swallowed every one of your kisses as you languidly laid them against his open mouth.

The shower water patterned off of your hot bodies as they rocked together chasing the high of the moment.

Jeonghan took in your every quirk and your every expression as the feeling of you and watching your pleasure drove him over the edge. You were already pulsing in hot waves around him and that was all he needed. 

Jeonghan held you close as he thrusted into you a few more times before his own orgasm shot from him in fiery pleasure. He leaned back and looked up at you once again as you dazedly looked up at the ceiling and caught your breath. 

The water and sweat trickled down your neck to your collarbone, along your soft mounds, and off your nipples onto Jeonghan’s body as he drank in your afterglow.

Too soon you rose from off of him chuckling at Jeonghan as he continued to lay down in the tub. Your and his juices were still dripping down your thigh and glistening on his cock. 

Jeonghan still made no effort to move so you put on a little show for him in sensual jest-fullness as you sudsed up and washed off, his eyes unwaveringly watching you. Laughing you stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around your body.

“Seriously Jeonghan, I'm gonna send you my water bill this month. Don't stay in there too long.”

With that you were out of the bathroom shutting the door behind you. Jeonghan let out a breath before rising tiredly from the tub. He felt that way after every fuck. Beyond please and very exhausted in so many ways. 

He finished showering before drying off and getting dressed

Jeonghan walked into your room, your his towel over his head as he shook it around to dry his hair.

“Move over.”

“Jeonghan… you know how I feel about cuddling.”

He threw his wet towel at you and rolled his eyes. “Who wants to cuddle with you?”

You tossed the towel back at him before rolling over and giving him some room.

You laid there in his shirt, so soft and warm as you drew your favorite cold and distancing line.

“Whatever dude, just stay on your side.”

He had a side in your bed that he'd lose the moment he crossed. Jeonghan shook his head at the absurdity before flopping down next to you and slipping under the covers, pulling more towards him.

Jeonghan smiled as he felt your foot on his back, kicking against him and pulling your covers back.

“Nice try buddy but you forget who's boss.”

“Well, it was worth a shot.” Jeonghan said before releasing the extra blanket that he didn't even need.

How could he forget who was boss when everything here followed your terms of engagement. But then again, Jeonghan agreed so who was he to complain?

“Listen Jeonghan.” you said after the first night something like this had happened. “You'll always be my best friend but we're adults so that doesn't mean we can't enjoy each other in uh… more ways if we want.”

Jeonghan agreed without a second thought.

“Friends,” he said with a smile. 

“With benefits?” 

Jeonghan shook the hand you were holding out to him. 

At the time it seemed like an excellent idea to him who only wanted to feel your body wrapped around him once more. Anything to have a part of you who was still too broken to give anything whole.

But now that his side of your bed was so cold he wasn't so sure anymore. 

He laid watching your back as your shoulder peacefully rose and fell.

“Friends.” he whispers to himself before rolling over.

MY MASTERLIST

[meowzfordayz]

NSFW Alphabet — Shinazugawa Sanemi

Author’s Note: technically didn’t finish this, but enjoy nonetheless. 😅 As w/ all headcanons, these are simply my opinions in this exact moment of writing, and are subject to change depending on the context/my mood! 😉

NSFW Alphabet — Shinazugawa Sanemi

Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader

Word Count: ~1,100

CW: 18+NSFW, explicit language, Fem!Reader, spit

MILESTONE 20.0

~faqs~

Aftercare? what they’re like after sex

Sanemi is sooo stern about aftercare, to the extent that sometimes aftercare feels not so caring. 😆 #soft dom vibes It doesn’t matter how exhausted you are; he’s coaxing you into a bath (or shower 🚿 ), watching you eat a full meal (full meal = at least one glass of water and a lil snick snack 😋), and making you brush your teeth. He’ll absolutely carry you from one location to the next, tenderly wash and pat dry your body, spoon feed you if you pout hard enough, and massage you to sleep 😴, but he’s not letting you pass out smelling of sex. 😒 “Dehydration is serious, my love, and I know you came at least once.” <— You definitely came more than once. 😌

Dirty Talk?

Sanemi’s generally quiet during sex—he’d rather listen to your pretty sounds than himself talking—but sometimes the most lewd things slip out from his mind to your ears. “Fuck yes baby, you like spreading your asscheeks while I fuck you, hm? Makes you feel extra exposed? Greedy? Bet you can feel how wet you are, what a mess you’re making.” He actually prefers when you talk to him, but not necessarily about sex. “What do we need to buy at the grocery store?” he asks nonchalantly, fixated on the sight of his cock inching its way into your pussy, slipping out and then farther in, becoming shinier and stickier with slick as his thrusts move deeper into your heat. “Seri-ously?” you huff, fingernails digging into his arms, unable to catch his gaze as he continues staring at his cock, “We n-need, we need eggs, milk, b-bread-” “I’m sure you’d like to be bread,” Sanemi interjects, voice tight with restraint, “Shit you’re so fucking gorgeous.” “You did not just-” “Shh darling, surely we need more than eggs, milk, and bread?”

Goofy? their sense of humor

Sanemi doesn’t like to be silly during sex, but it tends to just kinda happen anyway. 😅 Pinning you against the wall, one warm hand wrapped loosely around your neck, a muscular thigh nudging its way between your trembling legs? “Uh, Nemi,” you squeak, breath hitching as he nips at your collarbone, “I think I hit my tailbone-” “Seriously?” he grumbles into your skin, other arm slinking around your back to provide extra padding between your back and the wall. “Yes seriously,” you whine, eyes squeezing shut as he licks a hot path from the hollow of your throat up to the tip of your chin. “Shaddup,” he mutters, nose scrunching, “Gonna make me laugh.” “So my pain is funny to you?!” Groaning, he cracks a smile, exasperation expression meeting your petulant one as he shakes his head, “‘Course not, but I thought you liked when I shoved you into walls ‘nd stuff.” “Well yeah, but not when it hurts!” “Relax darling,” he purrs, sucking lightly on your cheek, grinning when you pout, “I’ve got you.” 😒😌😏

Hair? pubes maintenance

Unsurprisingly tidy. Sanemi has a weekly shave + trim schedule (for both his face and pubes). He’ll occasionally skip a week if you insist (sometimes a lil scruff is endearing ☺️), but he feels better knowing things are neat and maintained (for you and himself). Plus, since his hair’s so light, you might think there’s not a lot going on, but it actually grows quite fast 😅, and Sanemi absolutely notices when he starts shedding everywhere (even if you don’t).

No? turn offs

Sanemi would be hard pressed to be physically rough with you, but he’d also be hard pressed to disappoint you. He is capable and willing to explore more dangerous kinks—he doesn’t half ass anything—but best believe you’ll be negotiating and scripting scenes for days before he’s actually comfortable playing. “You really want me to spit on you?” he asks again, voice round with obvious concern, “If you don’t like it, then I can’t exactly take it back.” Your cheeks warm at his tone, eyes gentle as you meet his hesitant gaze, “We can always keep a cloth on standby. If I don’t like it, then you can simply wipe it off.” “That doesn’t address the potential psychological damage.” “Nemi, for me this is like… trying a new vegetable. There’s risk, sure. I might forever remember how much I hate zucchini, and how much it sucked to find that out. But I tried, and that’s what matters most to me.” “Your safety matters most to me,” he retorts, reaching across the dining table for your hand. Your fingers intertwine. You squeeze reassuringly. He cracks a faint smile, sighing lowly as he finally acquiesces, “Fine.” Grinning brightly, you lean in, cleavage visible as your breasts press into the tabletop, whispering conspiratorially, “Besides, I thought you liked claiming me as your slut? This is just another way to do so.” Eyes widening, Sanemi coughs loudly, face quickly reddening, unable to resist glancing at your tits as he mutters roughly, “I mean, yeah. I do. Of course I do.”

Toys?

Sanemi loves the idea of toys, but they’re So fucking expensive, the hell?!, so you don’t (co)own too many. That being said, he’s game to utilize whatever toys you had prior to meeting him. 😎 Rest assured he’ll pull out the vibrator (always fully charged 😉) when his hands get tired (this man became ambidextrous for the sole purpose of being able to personally pleasure you for double the amount of time 🤯), his pace barely faltering as he toggles through the settings to find your favorite, thick cock twitching in your cunt when a warm gush of slick makes his movements even smoother. “Hm, is my cock not enough for you?” he murmurs teasingly, holding the vibrator steady and unforgiving against the hood of your clit, fucking the breath from your lungs with a satisfied smirk. You manage a loud whine in response, legs trembling while your back arches, hips greedily chasing the overwhelming sensation of your looming orgasm. “So beautiful,” Sanemi rasps, drinking in the sight of your scrunched face, your little gasps accompanying each of his punctuated thrusts, “So. Fucking. Gorgeous.”

[daisies-daydreams]

miguel ohara x chubby!fem reader.. ( i feel so bad for requesting the same reader UGH😭.)

can you make it fluff into smut ?? :D

them just making cookies together in the kitchen, them being lovey dovey hehe. :D and you can do your own thing with the rest.

Sweetness (Miguel O’Hara x Chubby!F!Reader)

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x F!Plus-Sized!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut Warnings: Tickling (non-sexual), Swearing, Grinding, Spanking, Praise Kink, Kitchen/Countertop Sex, Fingering, Multiple Orgasms (Reader), Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know the Drill), Creampie Word Count: 2.4k+ A/N: Omg hi!! Don’t feel bad for requesting the same reader - I love writing for chubby/plus sized reader! ☺️ I hope you enjoy!

The smell of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air as you pulled out a fresh batch. You hummed to yourself as you slipped a new baking sheet into the oven, gently swaying your hips side to side with the tune you sang. You gasped when your husband suddenly dabbed a wad of raw cookie dough onto your cheek as soon as you stood up.

“Miguel!” you laughed as he quickly hid the wooden spoon behind his back, his brown eyes flickering with mischief as he raised his thick brows.

"I’m so sorry, hermosa! I didn’t see you there,” he said as a wry grin sneaked over his rugged face [beautiful].

“Mhm,” you hummed as you tried to wipe the dough off your cheek.

"Here, let me get that for you," Miguel winked before turning around to grab a paper towel. You smirked as you watched him reach over the counter, his bottom sticking out.

The perfect opportunity to strike.

Miguel froze the second your open palm loudly slapped against his ass. Your smile quickly fell when he whipped his head around, the corners of his mouth curved into a mischievous grin.

“Migs,” you warned while taking a step back. He slowly approached you like a jaguar ready to pounce on its prey. You squealed and broke into a sprint as Miguel chuckled and ran towards you. Your heart raced as he chased you around the kitchen, your combined footsteps thudding against the hardwood as you ran.

You yelped when Miguel came up behind you and pulled your back flush against his front. You giggled when he suddenly brushed his fingers against your sides.

“M-Miguel! ¡Por fa!” you howled with laughter as he chuckled against your neck [Miguel please!].

"'Please' what, mi amor?" he murmured as he brought his hands up to your armpits [my love]. You wheezed and wiggled in his grasp as he relentlessly tickled you.

"P-Please stop! My sides are c-cramping!" you laughed as your eyes began to water. His hands quickly slipped away from your pits and traveled back down to your waist. Your eyes widened a little when he pulled your plump ass against his crotch, the feeling of his semi-hard cock making heat rise to your cheeks.

“Miggy…” you said before biting your lip. Your heart skipped a beat as he dipped his head down and pressed his lips over your pulse. You moaned softly as he began to gently rock his hips forward while he painted your neck with quick, sloppy kisses.

“W-What happened to ‘Bebé, let’s make cookies today’?” you gulped as a wave of heat swept through you. His low chuckle sent shivers down your spine as he squeezed your love handles.

“I can’t help that you look sexy in an apron,” he purred while plucking at the band of your sweats. Your face felt even hotter as he pressed his lips to your cheek and ran his warm tongue along the dollop of raw cookie dough he left earlier. You whined as he flicked and swirled his tongue around your soft skin, his cock growing harder against your cheeks with every slow thrust of his hips.

"Miguel..." you whined before glancing behind your shoulder. Your husband's eyes lit up with lust as he parted his lips. Your breath hitched as Miguel's lips danced over the delicate shell of your ear.

"Such a sensitive little thing," he chuckled deeply before hooking his fingers around the band of your pants. You unconsciously arched your back as he slowly rolled your sweats and panties down your thick rear. Your supple skin jiggled as your clothes crested over your cheeks, your soft walls fluttering and aching for his intoxicating touch.

Miguel groaned softly as he cupped his palms over your ass. You yelped when he lightly spanked you, your core clenching as the brief sting crossed your backside.

"That's payback for earlier," he smirked against your ear. Your heart pounded in your ears as he wrapped a hand around your front and slowly slipped it between your thick thighs. Your throat grew tight as Miguel slid his girthy fingers over your slick folds before rubbing over the tight seam of your entrance. You moaned and fell on your forearms, balancing yourself against the counter as he teased your aching hole with his deft digits. You mewled and threw your head back as bolts of pleasure shot through your heat with every slow, tender stroke of his fingers.

"P-Papi," you moaned as he gently nudged his fingertips inside your tight cunt [Daddy]. You whined and trembled as he began to shallowly pump them in and out with a symphony of lewd, wet squelches. You screwed your eyes shut as he rubbed his thumb over your sensitive bundle of nerves; his other hand quickly working it's way beneath your shirt. You shivered as he massaged your wet opening while eagerly pinching one of your pebbling nipples between his fingers.

"Can't believe how wet you are for me already, Mami," Miguel husked into your ear as he drew slow, sloppy circles around your clit, smearing your warm arousal across your puffy bud [Mommy]. Your face burned with heat as you ducked your head into your arms, squealing as your beloved suddenly sank his digits a little deeper inside your tight pussy.

"There's no need to be shy, hermosa," your husband chuckled as he took a handful of your breast and gave it a tender squeeze. Your jaw went slack as he inched his fingers even deeper inside your slick, gummy canal, his fingertips gliding over your soft g-spot as he flicked your clit with his thumb.

"Fuck, Miguel," you whined as his digits dragged along your gummy walls.

"God, you're so warm and tight...can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock," Miguel groaned as he slightly curled his fingers against your upper wall. Your eyes rolled back as your cunt clenched around every dip and curve of his soaked digits. You mindlessly rocked your hips forward as he spread your tight hole wide open, his other hand gently massaging your breast as he breathed against your neck.

"Fuck, I want to fill you with my cum so bad," he growled against your pulse as he thrusted his fingers at a faster pace. You tilted your head up and moaned as your body was electrified with unrestrained pleasure. "Stuff you so full that it makes a mess all over the fucking floor," Miguel's voice strained as he began to grind against your ass. You keened as you felt his solid cock glide against your soft cheeks, your body trembling with bliss as you dipped your head back down.

"M-Miguel," you mewled, your mind already swimming in a thick haze as the muscles in your lower tummy began to clench. Your husband knew exactly what your tone meant as he began to rub your clit even faster, his fingers fucking your pussy raw as he kissed and sucked on the curve of your shoulder.

You gasped loudly as he dug his fingers into the soft mound of your breast while he desperately ground his dick against your bum. Miguel's breathing grew more ragged as your walls eagerly sucked his fingers inside.

"Come on Mama - let me hear you," your husband rumbled as he shoved his fingers down to his thick knuckles. Your moan crashed over the room as you violently snapped your hips forward. Your knees nearly buckled as your cunt gripped onto his fingers, clenching them hungrily as a thick layer of cream seeped out of your stretched out hole.

"Fuck," you sobbed as your body glowed with euphoria. You wailed as your walls pulsed incessantly, your core bursting with pleasure as your mind became numb.

"Yes, yes," you panted as you relished in the feeling of relief washing over you. Your eyes shot open when Miguel suddenly slipped his fingers out of you without warning. You gasped as he made quick work of your apron and bra, your clothes quickly falling into a crumpled pile on the floor with a soft thud. You parted your lips as you remained completely bare in front of your husband: your dripping cunt on full display as he spread your thick cheeks apart.

"I'm sorry, cariño. I just can't wait anymore," he swallowed thickly before tugging the front of his pants and boxers down [honey]. A spark of heat flickered through your core when you felt his thick, heavy cock slap against your ass, a thick pearl of precum dripping down his tip and slipping down your crack. You wiggled your hips as he bent down, his muscular thighs pressed against yours as he rubbed his bulbous tip against your puckering entrance.

Your heart skipped a beat as Miguel laid one of his palms on your hip while he slowly pushed his length inside your heat.

"M-Mierda," your love grunted as he sank inch after inch of his long, hard shaft within your plush walls [Shit]. You moaned as the intoxicating feeling of fullness grew with every inch he fed into your weeping hole. Both of you gasped when he bottomed out, his thick balls kissing your lower lips as his cock throbbed deep inside your warm sleeve.

"Such a perfect, tight little pussy," Miguel praised before kissing the top of your head. You shuddered when he slightly pulled his hips back before slowly pushing them forward. Your mouth watered as your husband dragged his length along your plush walls, your pussy squelching each time he made the slightest movement.

"B-Baby, fuck," you groaned as Miguel dipped his nails into your love handles, his one hand smearing your now cool arousal across your hip. You squealed as he gently thrust into your tight heat, his breath fanning against your exposed shoulder as his chest rubbed against your back.

"Feel so good wrapped around me, hermosa," Miguel breathed. Your jaw went slack as he started to pick up the pace, your cheeks clapping wetly with every eager thrust.

"God, Miguel!" you cried out as his heavy balls slapped against your needy clit. Your chest grew tight when your beloved suddenly leaned on top of you, his arms draped over yours as he threaded his fingers between your own. You were practically standing on your tip-toes as he pounded into your pussy, your combined moans echoing throughout the kitchen as he stuffed you over and over.

"Mmm baby, that's it. That's my good girl," he purred into your ear as his hips slapped against your backside. Your legs grew weak at the feeling of your cunt making a complete mess of his cock, your juices soaking his length and dripping down the front of his thighs. You cried out as your hard nipples rubbed against the cool edge of the countertop, your walls already starting to tighten around his veiny shaft.

"M-Miguel," you slurred, your brain turned to mush as you felt him deep within your lower belly. "So close," you managed to squeal as the head of his cock perfectly rubbed against your spongey g-spot. Stars flooded your vision as his thrusts grew even faster, his dick stretching your pussy to the limit as he panted over you.

"Go on, Mami: soak this cock with your sweet cum," your husband rumbled as his tip slammed against your cervix. Your eyes shot open as he gave another vigorous thrust, the final stroke to send you careening over the edge of your release.

"Miguel!" you screamed as you tensed beneath him, your insides growing tight as another wave of pure bliss crashed over you. You sobbed and wriggled as your sex sucked him against the soft plug to your womb, his thrusts starting to falter as your pussy contracted around his heavy shaft.

"Fuck," Miguel let out a strained moan, his fingers clenching over yours as your cunt deliciously pulsed around his dick. You moaned as he continued to plunge his cock between your walls as your orgasm began to fade. Your limbs felt like jelly as you tried to balance yourself, your head still spinning as Miguel's breath faltered.

"God, (Y/N)," he growled as his cock swelled and throbbed inside you. Your pussy fluttered when he shoved his dick down to the hilt with one final thrust. Your legs trembled as you felt him stiffen against you, his muscles tense against your soft back as he released a gutteral groan. Both of you moaned as he painted your stretched walls with thick, heavy ropes of his potent cum.

"Sí..." Miguel grunted as he released one final rope of his seed [Yes]. You shivered as you felt his warm spend leak out of your hole and down the inside of your thighs. Your legs shook as a few drops of his cum splattered onto the floor, staining the hardwood with milky white drops. The two of you remained still for a few moments, your bodies trembling against each other as you caught your breath.

Miguel suddenly perked his head up and sniffed the air. You opened your eyes and tilted your head as he squeezed your hands.

"Cariño...did you remember to set the timer?" Miguel murmured. Your heart dropped into your stomach as your eyes grew wide.

"Shitshitshitshitshit," you spat out quickly as your husband scrambled off of you. You whimpered at the sudden emptiness inside you as his cock slipped out with a slick "pop". You clumsily waddled over to the drawer next to the oven as the smell lingered in the air. You muttered to yourself as you slipped on some thick oven mitts, your heart racing as you threw the door open.

You wrinkled your nose and covered your mouth as a plume of smoke escaped from the confined space. Miguel was quick to throw one of the kitchen windows open while you yanked the sheet out. You coughed and spluttered as you slammed the pan onto the stove, your eyes and nostrils burning as the smoke began to dissipate.

Both of you exchanged weary glances as you eyed the fire alarm...only to sigh with relief when it didn't go off. The room was soon filled with your combined laughter as you eyed what looked like pieces of charcoal glued to the pan.

"Maybe you should let me put them in next time," Miguel mused as he stepped towards you. Your cheeks grew warm as he wrapped his muscular arms around your shoulders and pulled you close. You gave him a timid smile as he gently pecked your forehead.

"That'd probably be for the best," you giggled.

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⇁don't worry about it! | leon kennedy

resident evil 4 remake leon s. kennedy x fem!reader domestic fluff

leon's going to have to meet your parents someday. he notices how scared you are of the idea, and he wants you to feel good about it.

content contains: fluff/comfort, domestic life (leon is just a normal cop!), mild anxiety, leon being a cutie patootie :,], terms of endearment (bug, honey), implied toxic relationship w/parents, no use of y/n

1,100 words

song rec: "pleasantries (with your lover)" by mustard service

a very self-indulgent fic today! i was at work thinking about how silly it would be for leon to try and impress my very picky, very nosy, and very unimpressed asian mother. please enjoy!

There's an empty feeling in your stomach as you mindlessly pick at the skin around your nails, your eyes focusing on the lettering of a random newspaper sitting on the kitchen counter as you wait for your coffee to finish brewing.

You had gotten a text message from your mom this morning, angrily asking about your boyfriend of a few months and why she hasn't heard about him until now. You heart drummed against your chest so hard that you could hear it in your ears as you think of ways to respond to her.

"Hey, bug?" a groggy, deep voice mumbles behind you, snapping you out of your thoughts. You turn around to see Leon in all his sleepy glory, his Nirvana t-shirt loosely bunched around his hand as he scratches his belly. "I think your water's boilin'," he chuckles lowly, nodding his head towards the kettle. Your jaw hangs slightly, words unable to form.

Shakily, you turn off the kettle and fix up a cup of coffee for your blonde love and yourself.

"G-good morning, Lee," you stammer out, trying to shake your thoughts away. Leon gives you a little hum as he wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder as you pour the coffee into your matching wiener-dog mugs.

"G'morning, bug..." The man yawns, his breath tickling your ear. You giggle lightly at his sleepy state, finding it cute that he's barely awake.

"Cream and a spoon of sugar, I assume?" You guess Leon's coffee for today. Often times, he switches between black and cream coffee. Something about never planning that far ahead, you recall. The officer grunts into the crook of your neck, shaking his head as a no. Your click your tongue, mildly upset that you guessed incorrectly. You feel him smile against your neck, as if he was taunting you. You push him away from you using your bum, smiling coyly as he looks at you with a kiddy pout.

"Am I not allowed hug my girlfriend all of the sudden?" Leon cocks an eyebrow up. You notice how messy his hair is as you lift yourself up to sit on the kitchen counter.

"Nope, not at all," you jest, a smiling tugging at your lips. The cop rolls his ocean eyes, scoffing softly at you.

"It's unlawful to deny a cop like this, y'know," Leon plays. It was your turn to roll your eyes, feigning annoyance at the joke he uses almost every time you don't give him affection when he wants it.

"And it's unlawful to manipulate your girlfriend into giving you kisses!" You cross your arms beneath your chest. Leon laughs, coming closer to your spot atop the granite counter. His calloused hands rest at the side of your thighs, squeezing softly at the plush flesh.

"You seem off, hon," he whispers, looking up at you with nothing but admiration. "What's on your mind?" he questions softly. Your bratty act falters, a slight frown pulling on your lips as you remember the text from your mother.

"Nothing, it's just..." You trail off, your hand reaching up to thread through Leon's blonde tresses. "My mom found out about you," you sigh. You see his eyes widen a bit at the mentioning of your parental figure, unsure of how to react.

You understood that Leon was orphaned as a young boy, and he never had a day of comfort from his parents when they were still alive. To an extent, he probably knew about how difficult it is to deal with frightening mothers, but probably not in this context. You cringe at the idea of having Leon try to butter up your mother to get on her good side...

"And that's bad because...?" Your lover's lips pucker slightly with confusion, his face reminiscent of a smolder as his brow quirks up a bit. You squeeze his face between your palms, his cheeks smooshing at the pressure.

"She'll eat us alive if you don't impress her," you say in a jokingly-serious tone, eyes boring into Leon's soul. For a second, he falters, seeming a bit scared at the notion, but it quickly fades away.

"I fink yer ofereactin', bufg," the officer says with his squished face, and you smile at his sweet and silly response.

"I wish I was, Lee," you chuckled humorlessly. His hands tugs yours away from his cheeks.

"I mean it, bug," he says sternly, his brows knitting together. "I'm sure your mom is just a little hurt that you hid me from her for so long," Leon says, and you agree with him a bit, but you knew deep down that your reasoning was relatively valid. If you told her about Leon the day you started dating, she'd hound you about how he needs to be this, this, and that before you even know if you want this relationship to be serious. Of course, you know now that you want to spend the rest of your life with Leon (and you hope he feels the same), but it was better safe than sorry. With a mother like yours, it's hard to trust her with the details of your life when all she wants to do is berate you for your decisions.

"I guess, but it's so hard to talk to her sometimes..." You look down at your lap shamefully. You hear Leon huff, and he brings your face up with his thumb and index finger.

"Look at me," he grunts, his blue eyes looking at you with a comforting gentleness. "If there's one thing I know about family, it's that you gotta just talk to em, hon. Give her a chance," Leon suggests, and you look into his eyes with a timid look.

"But what if she doesn't like you, Leon? Then what?" You frown. He laughs at this.

"She won't, I promise you, bug," Leon assures you, his hand moving to caress your cheek. "I make good money as an officer, and I take damn good care of her daughter--she'll love me," he murmurs confidently, scooting closer to press a kiss against the corner of your lightly-chapped lips.

"You're unbelievable, Lee," you puff out, pulling him in by the collar of his shirt to kiss him square on the lips. Leon smiles into the affection, his hands resting on your waist.

"You love me," he whispers, proud of himself for making you smile despite the ache in your stomach.

The coffee was left to get cold, and the text remained unanswered for a few hours while you and Leon cuddled on the couch.

i love him, your honour. also if there are any typos that's too bad i am so eepy >:p

[jenniferjareauwife]

But You're Drunk

pairing: jennifer jareau x fem reader

category: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 753

summary: you're drunk and wanna have sex but jj says no bc you're too drunk to give consent

request by @pidgeispunk: what about after a night out w the team, r gets pretty drunk and jj has to take care of them, get them home and ready for bed etc. r keeps trying to get jj into if ykwim😏 but jj won’t do anything since r is drunk and doesn’t want to take advantage. r is all whiny and begging, but jj just gets her into bed and to sleep

I pinched JJ's cheeks, wiggling then around with my fingers. "Cutie patootie." I giggled, hiccuping before leaning forward to hug her as tight as I could.

"You think I'm a cutie patootie?"

"Mhm. Cute. You cute. Boobs." I looked down at her boobs and licked my lips.

"Ok baby let's get you home."

"Why?"

"You're drunk."

"What? Nooooo." I laughed and stumbled back a bit.

"I've got her." I heard a familiar voice and turned around. It was Penelope!

"Penelope! Don't you think she's cute?" I pinched JJ's cheeks again and she grabbed my hands, pulling them off of her face.

"Ok baby we're gonna go home."

"She's so funny like this."

"JJ...don't wanna go home." I wrapped my arms around her neck and leaned my full body weight against her.

"But we have to babe." I groaned and the rest was a blur but I think Penelope got me to take one more shot.

When we got home JJ insisted that she undressed me. "Noooo just wanna kiss you."

"Baby I'll kiss you but only after you take off your dress, ok?"

"I can't reach." She sighed and unzipped my dress for me. I made no move to go and grab my pajamas.

"What pajamas do you want."

"Naked."

"You wanna sleep naked?"

"No." I giggled and hopped over to her. "Wanna be naked with you. In bed."

"Baby no." She caught onto what I was saying and quickly shot it down.

"Pleaseeeee. I can be quick. I promise." I jumped on the balls of my feet and almost fell over.

"No."

"Pleaseee." She put a finger on my lips and kissed my forehead.

"You're drunk honey. I'm not gonna have sex with you when you're drunk."

"But whyyyy? I want it."

"You're not in the right mind to give me real consent."

"But I said yes though."

"But you're drunk. It's a no honey. And I'm not going to apologize for it." I whined and jumped up and down stubbornly like a toddler. JJ picked me up and put me in bed. "Stay here honey, I'll be back."

"You said you'd give me kisses though."

"I'll give you kisses after you drink some water." I whined but nodded, waiting impatiently on the bed.

When she came back with water I chugged the whole thing just so I could have kisses. JJ kissed my forehead first, cradling my face in her hands. I whined and pouted, squeezing my legs together. "Pretty please? I'll be good."

"I know you'd be good. You're always good for me baby I know that." I blushed. "You're such a good girl baby. But right now I just need you to go to sleep, ok?" I whined but nodded. I wanted to be good for her.

"I want cuddles though."

"You'll always get cuddles my love." I scooted back until JJ could fit on her side of the bed and then hugged her like a koala. I nuzzled my head into her neck and smiled.

"I love you."

"I love you too." I wiggled around as I tried to find a comfortable position, gently kissing and nipping at her neck to keep myself busy. She giggled and ran her fingers through my hair. "Whatcha doing baby?"

"Not comfortable."

"Want me to spoon you instead?"

"Too hot." She sighed and took the covers off of me. I gave her my best puppy eyes and she shook her head.

"Baby I said no. You have to listen to me, ok?" My bottom lip trembled but I didn't want to cry over this. I hid my face in her neck. My emotions were even harder to regulate when I was drunk. "Hey...hey baby? Are you crying?"

"Mhm." I sniffled against her neck.

"What's wrong? Am I making you feel unwanted right now?" I shrugged.

"Just wanna be close to you."

"You are close to me."

"But in a different way." I whined.

"If I took my clothes off would it make you feel better?" I nodded eagerly and moved off of her a bit so she could strip. Once she was naked I crawled on top of her and used her as my mattress.

"Thank you." I mumbled against her skin.

"Of course." She stroked my back and my hair. "Just tell me if you need anything. There's some Advil on your nightstand for the morning, ok?" I nodded and looked up at her with soft eyes.

"I love you." I mumbled. "I love you so much."

"I love you more."

[dontxevenxask]

Gojo Satoru hc~♡

Tw: swf, nsfw, fem!reader (probably nothing else)

Writers note: Sooo I was feeling a bit of the "gentleman gojo" would be fit for this. So that's what yall getting! Maybe gonna do another one but w more nsfw though

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-SWF-

• Gojo's the type of guy to be all tough when you two are somewhere public. But the second you two are home, he becomes the softest man you've ever known. He'd be the one to be laying on top of you while you're cuddling with you playing with his hair a bit. And he'd be whining for you to not go when you'd have to. But he still wouldn't budge though-

• Gojo's the type of guy to never ever admit how much he loves to see you struggle as you have to take something from the top shelf (and almost everything is out of your reach since he's almost like 2 meters tall). He'd just be there watching you with a small smirk as he you get on your toes almost reaching it, before finally walking uo to you and handing the thing to you with no problem at all..

• Gojo's the type of guy to buy you expensive dresses. And just so he could see your pretty body twirl for him, to show the clothes with a sweet smile displaying on your face. Then you'd go and hug him thightly, thanking him before you'd go back to the mirror to admire the dress more.

• Gojo's the type of guy to take pretty pics of you to show his coworkers, students, or just to admire them later! (He has a floder just for you named "her<33" or something like that)

• Gojo's the type of guy to whisper comforting stuff to your ear when you two would be going to sleep together. Cuddling with you on top of him with him either rubbing your back gently or stroking your hair giving your forehead small kisses at times

• Gojo's the type of guy to give you praises every chance he gets to. "You're such a good girl for me" and "I'm so proud of you baby" are his favourite ones to say.

• Gojo's the type of guy to ususally be the big spoon. But he really loves to be the small spoon sometimes. He does like to feel dominant though so that's why him being small spoon is very rare tbh

• Gojo's the type of guy to kiss you passionately but pretty quickly whenever you're mad at him about something dumb. He'd then just ruffle your hair and walk off leaving you blushed and still processing the kiss unsure if you should ask for more or continue yelling

•Gojo's the type of guy to eat something like cupcakes with you and there would be some frosting left somewhere around your mouth. Then he'd say your name and as you'd turn your head towards him, he'd kiss the spot making it dissapear. (Would most likely end up in a makeout sesh)

-NSFW-

• Gojo's the type of guy to get turned on from almost anything you do. Like if you'd be licking your icecream, wearing something a bit shorter like a mini skirt, or just you laying on your stomach with him coming in the room to imagine being behind you fucking you. Ususally you'd do thoese on purpouse too just to tease him a bit yk!

• Gojo's the type of guy to get in the bathroom while you're showering to "just brush his teeth". But as he does that, he just stares at your figure he can see through the shower curtain. Water dripping off your chest so smoothly.

• Gojos the type of guy to love physical touch. He'll hold you closely by the waist and kiss you basically anywhere whenever he just feels like it. Also during the deed he'll be either squeezing your breasts, or his hands will be gripping your waist. Sometimes they find their way to your throat, hands or legs too. There's almost no part of your body he hasn't toutched yet.

• Gojo's the type of guy to pull your hair back whenever you're being a bit too bratty to his liking, just to put you back in your place. "Don't forget who I am, 'kay?", "baby, shut that pretty mouth of yours already" he'd say which made that comment of yours the last one

• Gojo's the type of guy to do it usually in the bedroom, where it's the most comfortable. But sometimes when he just can't wait to get home, he'd just pick any place as private as possible at the moment. Like once you two did it in his classroom.. You're still suprised no one turned up, and you might actually do it someother time too!

[a-living-canvas]

Hey! Loved Pomegranate Stains, could we get a part 2?

If Whumpees even still alive at this point, that is.

Hoping you would enjoy this as much as I do! <333

Part 1

Pomegranate Stains II

"Feel it?"

Whumpee leaned their hands further in the bowl of water. They could feel something moving. Slick and slimy. They cupped the thing and they felt shiver running down their spine.

"It's your eyeballs."

Whumper said as Whumpee pulled their hands away immediately with a slight whimper. Whumper chuckled upon seeing their reaction. They crouched down in front of them. Their voices were quiet and soft.

"Are you scared of me, Whumpee? Are you learning to be scared now?" Whumper shook their heads. "Should've done that a while ago."

Whumper grabbed one of the eyeballs from the bowl of water, examining it closely. The blood had all been cleared up from the surface. Whumper hummed, "You know how people say the eyes are the gate of the soul? But is it really now? With me holding it?."

Whumper rubbed their thumbs across the cornea. "Gates are made to protect something. In this case, your soul." They turned their heads to Whumpee.

"Do you feel bare now? Vulnerable? Raw and unguarded?"

Whumpee clenched their fists tightly. It's true, they did feel exposed like this. They didn't know what Whumper would do to them, when or where. And it's so frustrating for them to wake up from the sleep and always accidentally rubbing the holes in their eyes.

"Shut up…"

They muttered softly. They could still hear their own screaming from the back of their minds. When Whumper dug the tip of the spoon to chuck out their eyes. When they could feel the bowl of the spoon on the back of their eyeballs. It's agonising. Terrifying. Until it became a complete darkness for them.

There's so much comfort you can find in the darkness.

"Open your mouth."

Whumper ordered. They moved closer to Whumpee, gripping their jaws as they waited for them to obey. 

"Why…?"

Whumper shrugged. "Why not?"

Whumpee gulped down nervously. They opened their mouths slowly, letting Whumper's fingers guide them. When they done, Whumper pulled their tongue out without warning. 

"Wha— wha…are ya—"

Before Whumpee could finish, they felt a liquid substance entering their mouth. A slimy, thick gel that made them gag almost instantly. 

"Shh…almost done." Whumper said, still squeezing the eyeball until the vitreous humor all released from it. Whumpee coughed out a few times. Feeling nauseous pooling in their stomach.

"A-are you…crazy?!"

"Mayyyybeee."

Whumper chuckled. They tugged on Whumpee's bottom lip, forcing them to open their mouth slightly before placing a now wrinkled and thin eyeball between their lips.

"Suck on it."

"W-wha—"

"I want you to drink all of it."

Whumper wrapped their fingers around Whumpee's neck, gripping it tightly when Whumpee stayed still. Whumpee inhale sharply, they slowly sucked on the slithery material, feeling queasy in their throat and stomach.

Whumper grinned sadistically, trailing their thumb across Whumpee's neck. "Yeah, just like that…you are doing…good."

~

@nothing-but-glitter-and-lashes @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees @htavin87 @risk606 @heyyitsworld

[neolovesneo]

congrats on 400! ccan u do a fluff w chenle when u accidentally hurt urself while cooking pls?

YOUR IDIOT.

bf!chenle, gn!reader | fluff | domestic au

note ; thank you anon!! :( ty for requesting too, i hope u like this fic ^^

taglist ; @soobin-chois (lmk if you’d like to be added to my taglist!)

Chenle couldn’t believe his eyes.

From one end to another, the table was filled with food.

Stacks of blueberry pancakes were drowning in maple syrup, freshly cut cubes of Chenle’s favorite fruit shone in the morning sunlight, and steam dances from the hot coffee in his mug into the air.

“Good morning!” you call out cheerily, busy flipping an omelette over in your frying pan.

Chenle’s jaw drops.

“You... cooked all this?” your boyfriend asks in shock, shuffling his way over to you. You hum in response, smiling as you picked up a plate.

“Thought I couldn’t do this, huh? Well, you were wrong.” you boast, plating up the omelette, which was still sizzling with hot melted butter.

Chenle couldn’t help but smile at how proud you were, standing back to give you space to move around.

“Okay, I admit it then.” Chenle laughs, leaning against the kitchen counter. “Maybe you can cook after all.”

You grin proudly, waving your frying pan around in victory. You’re just about to shout a ‘Told you so!’ , but the pan goes flying out of your grasp and into the air.

And of course, with your brain being… your brain, you reach out to grab the pan with your bare hands.

The moment the hot metal comes in contact with your hands, you shriek, dropping it noisily to the floor. You wince as tears spring to your eyes, the pain spiking at your skin.

Chenle rushes to your side, quickly pulling you over to the sink. Cold water rushes from the tap as he keeps your hands under it, moving back and forth so it could cool down.

“Are you okay? Why would you do that?” he asks in disbelief, concern heavy in his tone. “I don’t know!” you blubbered, tears now streaming down your cheeks.

Chenle’s heart ached to see you crying, and he reaches up with his free hand to rub your shoulder. “It’s alright, the cold water should help. And I’ll get you some medicine after this, okay?” he says.

You nod, sniffling.

Eventually the pain stops, flowing away like the water swirling down the drain. Chenle turns the tap off and moves to sit you down by the table.

“Why were you so careless?” he sighs, squatting down to observe your red hands. Thankfully, the burn was nothing serious, but it was definitely going to be tender for at least a day or two.

“Sorry.” you mumble, embarrassed.

Chenle makes a clicking sound with his tongue, taking burn cream out of the first-aid kit you had.

“What are you sorry for? Accidents happen. Don’t worry about it, okay? It’ll recover by tomorrow, I’m sure.” he assures you.

He’s gentle with you as he squeezes the cream onto your palms, carefully applying it over the burnt areas.

“There.” he says, dabbing the rest of the cream away with a tissue. “All done.”

Chenle finishes his sentence with a soft kiss to your hand, warmth spreading into your chest.

“Feeling better?” he asks, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You nod, smiling softly.

Thank God you had your angel of a boyfriend.

“Alright then," he begins, a mischievous smile dawning on his face. "Time to devour my feast!” he announces dramatically, standing up straight.

“Hey, but I won’t be able to pick up my spoon!” you complained. “You have to feed me.”

Chenle bursts out laughing, planting his hands on his hips. “What, are you my baby now?”

You gasp dramatically, pretending to clutch at your 'broken' heart. “Have I not always been your baby?” you question.

The brown haired boy continues laughing as he slides into the seat beside you. “Alright, alright.” he giggles, picking up your spoon. “I got you.”

It’s now your turn to laugh as you watch him struggle to cut a bite-sized piece of a pancake for you, determination pulling his brows together.

“Oh, you’re an idiot.” you smile, leaning on his shoulder and looking at him.

Chenle looks back at you and he smiles too, bright and full of love.

“Well, I’m your idiot.” he whispers, kissing you.

© neolovesneo, 2023.

[hansolmates]

the leak | 03

banner by @theluttleprince

summary; hansol vernon chwe is crying at his doorstep like a taylor swift music video, and you’re for some reason there to help  pairing; hvc / reader (f) genre/warnings; neighbors to friends, friends to lovers!au, slice of life, fluff, angst, tw—cheating, mentions of pregnancy related to cheating, profanity w/c; 1k a/n; i dont know how i feel about the added *issue* in the story—a very handsome issue, but here u go! [masterpost]

You’re now acutely aware of the fact that there is another living, breathing body behind the walls of your apartment. 

You really took for granted the fact that your neighbors were quiet (which in fact, were not neighbors at all because it’s been empty for the past year) because now you feel nothing but self conscious as you pad around your home. 

If it was any other neighbor, sure, you’d be dandy! However, it’s Vernon, and because you had a teeny tiny noncommittal attraction to him in college, it’s manifested into full blown self-consciousness. You really just can’t get over yourself. 

Lo-fi hip hop blends through the walls, invading your space as you absentmindedly stir the fresh pasta you bought on sale at the market. It isn’t your music, it’s Vernon’s, muffled by the wall that connects your kitchen. 

This hyper awareness is killing you. You haven’t spoken to him since that morning when your sleep was interrupted by his rush to move in, simply because you wanted to give him space. It’s been a week and you feel like your space is closing in on you. 

You know you want to talk to him, that little pesky voice in your head sings, you want to ask if he’s okay. 

“Ugh!” you tap your wooden spoon against your nonstick pan, flicking the water away. Your eyes float over to your simmering sauce on the stove, a cream sauce with a little squeeze of tomato paste. It’s almost done thickening. 

Distracting yourself from your neighbor with the pretty brown eyes, you grab your phone, scrolling through your missed messages. 

[3:08] Jihoon: hows the leak? 

[4:02] You: still dripping

[4:11] Jihoon: I can come over tonight and fix it

With a snort, you grab the tongs and start scooping the al dente pasta from the boiling pot into the simmering sauce. 

However, your sink is perfectly fine. That's because Jihoon is an efficient landlord.

(The only thing dripping is you, and you’re the only leak he’s planning to fix tonight.)

Haha, ha. You could cringe at how silly this whole situation is. 

If you told yourself ten years ago you’d be hooking up with your landlord, you’d laugh yourself to death. Lo and behold here you are, having a casual fling with your grumpy yet unfairly skilled landlord. 

To be fair, your sink was leaking the first time! Whether or not it was on purpose so that Jihoon could come see you, is a secret Jihoon refuses to tell. 

He is pretty, yet masculine. There’s something feline about his gaze, the way his skill in both the bed and his practice intrigues you and mollifies you to his command. Like that one time last week when he did that thing with his fingers—

“Fuck me,” you curse yourself, plating your completed pasta. After emulsifying your sauce with the perfect amount of pasta water, you occupy yourself with dinner. 

Jihoon is a good distraction, but not as intrusive as—

“Ow!” Vernon’s muffled voice echoes the wall between you, and you wince at the pain that lines his voice. Did he just drop a barbell? Does he lift? 

Belatedly realizing you cooked too much pasta to fit on one plate, you grab another ceramic plate a second scoop of pappardelle. 

Blowing at your stray hairs, the question stabs you in the brain: invite Jihoon to dinner, and have everything work out as it always does? 

Or—or? 

Five minutes later and a very demanding pep talk from your conscience, you have a plastic wrapped plate of pasta and you’re waiting for Vernon to answer his door. 

After a few seconds of hearing shuffling and more things falling to the ground, your new neighbor finally flings the door open. “Oh, hi!” His face is rapidly changing, going from surprised, to confused, and then a big D-mouthed smile when he notices what you’re holding in your hand. 

You’ve seen that Youtube Shorts girl who exchanges meals with her neighbors, and you wonder if she feels just as awkward as you do. 

“Hi,” you breathe out, “did you eat dinner?” 

You couldn’t even let out a “how are you?” because you wanted to cut right to the chase. Say yes and eat, or say no and you can ask Jihoon if you can move to the bottom floor. 

You squirm under his gaze, your bare feet feeling cool on the bare tile and your fingers hot due to the plate being under the stove just minutes before. He’s looking unbearably soft, his caramel hair bouncy and his grey sweat suit big and bubbly around his frame.

“Nope,” he pops the ‘p’, eyes still clinging to your hands, “did you?” 

“Oh, no. I just finished making this,” you proffer the plate up higher to meet his eyes, “and was wondering if you wanted some.” 

Instead of taking the plate and saying thank you, he replies, “you love pink, don’t you?” 

“Huh?” 

“My Melody clock, pink Crocs, and now pink sauce,” he bobs his head back and forth, “unless that’s just a coincidence.” 

“Oh, well—”

“I bet if I come into your apartment right now, the pan you used to cook this pasta is pink.” 

You huff, and if you weren’t holding the plate you’d be crossing your arms. Who knew he could be so cheeky? When you don’t answer right away he says, “I’m right, am I?” 

It’s mauve, actually. Instead, you retort, “I guess there’s only one way to find out?” 

Vernon’s irises soften, and you wonder how long it’s been since he’s eaten a meal with somebody. Taking the plate you’ve made out of your hands, he reaches a palm out to hold open your door, “Thanks.” 

Letting yourself in, you watch as he steps into your apartment gingerly. He gets a really good look at it this time, compared to last week when he was only concerned about getting out of a bad relationship. His eyes float over your walls, probably looking for all the pink things in your apartment. 

He sets himself at your table, and before you sit down next to him, you send out a quick text. 

[5:06] You: raincheck, i have a friend over for dinner tonight

[lifblogs]

The Makeup Tips I Had Promised I'd Share

This is long, so I'm going to put it under a cut.

Always start with a clean, moisturized face.

Wet your beauty blenders you’ll be using with water, squeeze them out, and then squeeze them with a towel. They pick up less of your makeup this way, and gives a really smooth application.

If you are using a gel primer, putting a putty primer underneath it helps to keep your foundation from spreading and separating.

Add 1-3 drops of argan oil, or a small spritz of argan oil (if it is in a spray container) to your foundation before application. It’ll give you a glowy look without it looking oily, it makes it so your foundation isn’t so heavy, it makes application easier, and I find I don’t need as much foundation when I do this.

I also like to mix my foundation with a bit of e.l.f.’s halo glow liquid filter. It really helps give the face dimension.

You can put bronzer, blush, and highlighter (or just blush if you like) before your foundation, if you like, so then it’ll look like the blush and foundation are all the same layer

Always put your blush (doesn’t matter if it’s putty, cream, liquid, or powder) on the back of your hand or a palette first, and swipe at least once before applying to your face so you don’t end up putting on too much blush accidentally. This way you can build up to the amount you like.

For a more natural look, don’t put blush on the apples of your cheeks, but actually the center of your cheek (the part of the cheekbone you can feel before it gets closer to the nose), and then pat outwards across your cheekbone to your hairline.

You can use concealer or foundation (either your shade or a shade or two lighter than your skin tone) to draw out lines at the top of your cheeks, down your nose, and above your lip, and at your chin. When you blend this out with a beauty blender it adds more dimension to the face. And yes, you can still add highlighter after this.

A lot of people say to make a 3 design on your face with bronzer, but I find this does not look right. What I do is find the hollow beneath my cheekbones, and just apply the bronzer there, and then apply to my jaw, swooping over my forehead, and on the sides of my nose (and a little bit on the tip of my nose). And the hollows of your cheeks don’t need to reach your hairline. Mine don’t, but the bronzer looks so much better now. So ignore the 3 advice.

Baked products actually need to be wet to apply them. Just spray them with setting spray, and also spray the brush you will be using with setting spray.

It is okay to mix different foundations to get a shade that matches you better.

You can in fact achieve a colorful, expert-like look with only an eyeshadow blending brush. What you do is take a dark color and apply it to your crease. Then take a color a bit lighter, and apply it to the corner of your eyelid, and your crease. Then apply a lighter color to the center of your eyelid, and if you want you can do a lighter color from there, or sparkles. I also like to find a glowy white shade to apply to the inner corners of my eye. What I like about just using the blending brush is I don’t have to worry about applying color to my bottom lid a little because the circular motions of the blending brush tend to do that anyway.

You can tap sparkles onto your eye with your fingers. Also, don’t be afraid to use your fingers when it comes to eyeshadow.

Liquid eyeshadow cannot go on top of cream. The liquid will slide right off, and also bunch the cream together into clumps.

Always prime your eyelids.

Applying a cream eyeshadow first can actually give you a bolder color when you apply the powdered eyeshadow afterwards, and it sticks better.

To avoid getting mascara on your eyelids, you can use a spoon to shield your skin.

I know there is a method of curling your eyelashes where you just hold them with the lash curler, but that has never worked for me. What does work for me is pumping the lash curler about 8 times. Heating it up a little with a hair dryer also does wonders for letting your eyelashes stay curled.

There is a specific shape to winged liner. I freehand it with a brush at this point. I start by applying the line from the inner corner of my eye, pointing up to the end of my eyebrow. Then the next line will start from the outer part of my iris, and I connect it to the other line to make a triangle. I fill it it in, and then drag the line out over my eye a little bit, and voilà, winged liner! One trick to keep your hand steady is to put the hand you’re not using on your cheek, and then the other hand goes over it, so now instead of doing motions with your hand you only have to move your wrist back and forth (though this does not work for me, but I have seen it be helpful for others). Sometimes I do like to line my entire top lid.

You do not need winged liner to have a good look. For some you don’t even need eyeliner. You can also use eyeshadow instead to have a less intense and sharp look.

Not all eye shapes can have winged liner. In fact, there are different techniques for different eye shapes, so it’s important to learn yours.

Rubbing products in their containers right before application to warm them up leads to easier application. Though in some cases if I’m sitting I just stick my mascara in between my legs or under one of my legs to warm it up while I put on other makeup.

Lip liner helps lip products stay on better. For my lips since I have a cupid’s bow, I draw a little x in the center of my top lip, and then on my bottom I do a small curved line. Then working outwards from each lip I line my lips. Sometimes I also put it on my entire lip so the lipstick or lip gloss has something to stick to.

I’m just getting used to this, but can see it works. So, for lip products, start applying from the center, and go outwards. There are less mistakes this way.

Other ways to get lip products to stay are to blot your lips; so fold a tissue, and put it between your lips, and hold for a few seconds. Then take the part of the tissue that doesn’t now have your lip product on it, put it over your lips, then take a brush and use it to apply setting powder through the tissue. This way it gets on your lips without changing the color or drying them out.

Always exfoliate your lips before makeup application. This is another way lip products can stay on. The best lip exfoliator I’ve ever used is super easy to make. Mix together 1 tsp of honey, and 1 tsp of sugar, apply to your lips and scrub in circular motions where they are dry or there is dead skin. Leave on for 2 minutes. Wipe off with a warm, wet cloth (though I use cold water due to one of my many illnesses).

Primer usually takes 30 seconds to set, and since I’m so impatient, at this point I just set a timer on my phone to make sure I wait the full 30 seconds.

Use setting spray in between different phases to help your makeup stay on better. To me there are four different phases with makeup application. There’s what I think of as the base (foundation, concealer, setting powder), the face (bronzer, blush, highlighter), eyes (eye shadow, eye liner, mascara, eyebrows), and lips (lip liner, lip product). I spray after the base, the face, and then at the end after the lips.

So what I like to do personally is use the cilrofelr temporary lip tattoo as either a lip liner or as my only lip product. This way the color stays all day, and I can kiss my cats without it transferring.

I need to work more on doing this, but for really good lip color and neatness, use a small brush to apply it. You can layer up the color to make it as vibrant as you want.

Yes, you are allowed to use the same makeup every day. It’s okay to have favorites. I’m personally obsessed with my dibs bronzer, maybelline mascara, colourpop eyeliner, and cilrofelr temporary lip tattoo.

Don’t be afraid to experiment.

Maybe this is just me, but I always used the tip of my beauty blender to pat makeup in, but you can use the sides too, and the bottom also works well for applying blush.

Apply white eyeliner on your waterline to make your eyes look bigger.

To use the cilrofelr temporary lip tattoo, apply with the tip of the wand constantly at a 90 degree angle to your lips as you line them. This’ll give you a nice, thin line and it peels off easier. Leave on for 5 minutes, and then peel off with the plastic tweezers, though I’ve seen some people who use their long nails to do so. I tend to do this as my first step after primer, especially since if I mess up a bit I can clean it up with foundation and concealer.

Avoid products with sodium chloride, especially if you have oily and/or acne prone skin. It can cause acne breakouts.

Baby oil is a great makeup remover in a pinch, but I don’t recommend using it all the time because it creates a thin film on the skin that is hard to wash off. It traps in things like dirt and oil. But it can be mixed with micellar water to combat the drying effects of micellar water. (And your makeup will come off so easily.)

Scented makeup tends to cause acne, so I usually avoid it. (However, I can’t help but love my chocolate scented bronzer from DIBS.)

I personally find it important to get makeup that can double as skincare. I’ve learned that makeup is the best when you have good skincare. I like hydrating foundations, and if you can find any with vitamins, that’s good too. Also primers with hyaluronic acid are great, and same with niacinamide. And I know there are specific lip oils out there that are meant only for skincare, but I discovered that e.l.f.’s tinted lip oil works even better than Burt’s Bees chapstick. Do I look silly having it on all night? Yes. Does it help me avoid the pain of dry lips? Yes. And they just came out with an O FACE shimmer balm. It looks like it’d be excellent for makeup AND skincare.

You are allowed to do what is fun. If that means forsaking the best beauty blenders because you found one with a shape you like more, then go for it. My favorite beauty blender does not help my makeup application as well as my professional one, but it’s fun to squeeze, is a cool shape, has some weight to it, and it’s bouncy. 

Makeup doesn’t have to be about hiding “imperfections.” You can use it to highlight what you like about yourself. For instance, one of my highlighters makes my eyebrow scar more visible, and I like that. I’ve seen one woman who puts blush on her neck scar to make it stand out more. The only reason I haven’t used makeup to accentuate the damage from a horrible cyst is because I do enjoy having a blank slate to work with, but I want to try putting glitter on it some day.

This is not a tip, but, have fun with it! Makeup styles have changed so many times over the centuries since its use.

So this is not a newer one I learned, but apparently I have accidentally been doing a technique called strobing (which is why my makeup looks so good, I think). This is really easy. To do this technique you apply highlighter at the highest point of your cheeks, underneath your eyebrows, along your nose, over the middle of your philtrum (part between nose and mouth), and the middle of your chin.

[angelsanarchy]

Like A Pretty Boy: Gabe x Y/N Midi Series- PRT 9

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Gabe wakes up in the same clothes he passed out in last night. The veins in his head were throbbing and the light from the window was burning through his eyelids until he peeled them open. His mouth felt gross like he had gotten sick but he wasn't sure if that had happened or if he dreamed it.

When he finally rolled over to open his eyes fully, there was a water bottle with two aspirin sitting next to a mug of coffee on a coaster, steam still coming off the top of it. The bed on Y/n's side was untouched which meant he didn't sleep there last night so he must have come put the drinks and aspirin on the nightstand recently. Gabe tossed back the pills and downed the entire water bottle before walking into the bathroom to try and clean himself up.

By the time he walked out in fresh clothes, teeth brushed and only a slight head ache, he notice Y/n sitting on the couch typing away on his laptop. There was a plate with peanut butter toast sitting on the kitchen counter which he knew was for him because it was his favorite breakfast.

Gabe picked up the plate and walked over to the sink to eat the toast so the crumbs wouldn't get on the counter. He knew Y/n hated that. When he was finished, he walked over and sat down next to him.

"You know, you aren't supposed to reward my shit behavior." Gabe said sadly. Y/n didn't look at him.

"Taking care of the person I love isn't rewarding shit behavior. Besides, letting you choke on your vomit in our bed means I'd have to get a whole new bed and the holidays are coming up." Y/n was mostly joking but Gabe didn't want him to think he was brushing off his behavior.

"Can I borrow your attention for a minute? I know you're busy." He could see Y/n was working and didn't want to interrupt him but he needed to talk to him. Y/n closed his laptop and sighed turning towards him. Gabe reached out and took his hands into his own, kissing his knuckles.

"I am so fucking sorry for everything, for blaming you, for being shitty and saying stupid things. I hate that you received the brunt of my drunken idiocy." Gabe was sincere as he apologized and Y/n remained silent.

"I knew coming out wouldn't be easy and I didn't really have a plan but I knew that when I did come out, I would have the best support I could have hoped for in you. You didn't deserve any of that venom and I hope you can forgive me." Gabe watched Y/n weigh his apology and slowly lean forward to kiss his forehead.

"Apology accepted and just for the record, I prefer wine drunk you who giggles and sings 90's karaoke." Y/n said squeezing his hands. Gabe chuckled and winced. It was too soon to laugh out loud. The jolt rattled his brain slightly and Y/n touched his forehead.

"There are spoons in the freezer. Pull them out, run them from the temples over your eyes and back. It will help tame the migraine." Y/n explained and Gabe got up to retrieve the spoons. He did as he was instructed and it helped almost instantly. He walks back over to the couch and plops down next to Y/n, leaning into his side.

"Thank you for taking care of me when I least deserve it." Gabe tilted his head up and Y/n knew that meant he was silently asking for a kiss. Y/n answered the ask and kissed him sweetly. Gabe leaned back against the couch and let out a sigh.

"I have no idea what I'm going to do now." Gabe admits.

"This doesn't change anything Gabe. You're still you. You can do whatever you want." Y/n said firmly. He knew that his family issues weren't going to solve themselves and he wanted to give them the space they needed to sit with his truth.

"Is it weird that I'm not thinking about what I'm going to say the next time my family reaches out? I mean I spent all of yesterday dwelling on that but now...I'm just not sure what to focus on." Gabe felt strange. He had always been pretty confident in his beliefs and how he wanted to live each day of his life but now things felt tilted on a different axis.

"You focus on what's important to you." Gabe looked over at Y/n as he continued to type on his laptop and smiled.

"I want to have dinner with you and your friends." Y/n stopped typing and looked over at him.

"What?" Y/n asked confused.

"I want to go out for one of your game nights with your friends or your coworkers. I want to meet them as your partner. I want them to know I'm real and I am very much an absolute sucker for you." Gabe leaned forward and stole a kiss from Y/n's baffled lips. He snorted a laugh and shook his head.

"Are you serious? I mean you don't have to-"

"I want to. I want to be apart of every piece of your life, not just the one we have here behind closed doors. I want to go out with my boyfriend." Gabe can see the genuine smile on Y/n's face and realizes he hasn't seen a smile like that on his face in a long time. He missed making him smile and decided that he was do whatever it took to keep making him smile like that.

[babygirl-riley]

Bumps and Bruises*

The world can sleep in peace. Things are being built up once again. Months pass from the reign of Makarov, the team has went on with their lives.

Warnings: Pregnancy, SMUT, Oral Sex, Swearing, and Fluff.

3 Months Later…

My eyes opened with the sunlight hitting on them. I squeezed my eyes a couple of times before sitting up. I held my stomach, it was starting to be more round and firm. I rubbed it a couple times before looking over at the other side of the bed. “We need to get up ya?” I whispered looking down at tummy.

I pushed up and pushed down my shorts. Nothing fit me anymore besides leggings, Simon’s clothes, and gym shorts. I didn’t think my tummy would grow this big for 3 months. My sister told me it’s different for everyone and could be a boy. I walked out of the bedroom.

I looked over to have a big window that overlooked the city, Manchester. That’s where I wanted to stay for a while, get to know the area. My sister moved here for the air force and wanted me to be closer. I heard utensils clattering. “Bloody hell,” That deep British music. When I turned the corner Simon was washing a spoon. I cleared my throat and he snapped his head. He was wearing his balaclava, joggers, and hoodie. “Did I wake you?”

I shook my head lightly walking to a chair that was set for the island. Simon came around to help me, setting the cup of tea in front. “Rose tea love,” He started walking back to the kettle filling it back with water. “Made some when I got back.”

Simon has been making me tea to help my pregnancy hormones or side effects. When I was gassy one week, he bought varies of tea and we tried them out. Peppermint tea was the trick. So if I have any gas, cramping, nausea, or heart burn. I drink that. Lemon Balm helps my anxiety and irritation, or insomnia.

Those two are my favorite, food as been not so good for me. Nothing taste good but random mixes such as, peanut butter and Lays chips. That made Simon want to gag at times. However my personal favorite pesto noodles and spicy bean dip. Why? No idea.

I sighed taking in the scent and drank some of it. Simon watched and took his mask off, his hair was crazy, and he was sweaty. It made me immediately horny. That was another side effect. I want to fuck Simon all the time, no matter where or when.

I felt my face turn red and I turned away, sipping quickly. Simon turned back around when the kettle went off. “Simon,” I said looking back at him. “Purple.”

He froze and I saw his back tense. Purple was a code word for fuck me now. Simon turned around with a smirk. “I haven’t heard of that in a while Al.” His voice was deeper, he knew how much I loved his voice.

I squirmed a bit. “I am trying to control…” He walked around the island.

“No need. I love when you get like this.” He grabbed my hand and helped me up. “Where at?”

“Here.” I didn’t want to go anywhere else I wanted him here and now.

Simon just smirked and lifted me on the counter, kissing my neck. I spread my legs so he was in between them as he kissed up to my lips. “So beautiful,” He said in between kisses, they were soft but now it was desperate and heated. “Carrying my child.”

He rubbed my thighs, I sighed into him. “Fuck Simon.”

Simon started to pull down my shorts, I didn’t have anything under them. He sighed. “Naughty girl.” He whispered putting a finger on my clit feeling the wetness. He moaned. “Bloody hell Allison, so wet already.”

“Shut up.” I giggled but was replaced with a moan when he made tight hard circles.

Simon sighed. “Don’t worry love, I love this. You are more squirmy. Needy. Loud. Everything that I want to hear.” He knelt down as I gripped the counter panting hard and moaning loud.

Everything was more intense, anywhere he would touch would feel like sunburns, anytime he would fuck me it was like my orgasms were larger. It made me light headed. However Simon won’t fuck me anymore, which was fine, he just didn’t want to hurt me. The last time he did I was swore for so long and my back hurt. So we just ate each other out and I would suck him off.

I felt his tongue as he licked up my cum. “Fucking hell, always taste so good.” He was mumbling due to him in between my legs. His tongue would go into my hole sometimes. I squirmed, gasping and pulling his hair. Simon groaned loudly as I pulled hard. “Just like that Si.” I rocked my hips into his face.

Simon wrapped his arms around my legs to ground me down. His sleeves were up, I saw the tattoo that travelled up his arm, his veins that were more out since he was using his muscles. Fuck it made him even more hot. I started panting and arched my back. He inserted his fingers in my vagina.

The sounds that were following his movement of his hand was pornographic. He was feeling my walls clench around his fingers. “I’m…I…I’m close baby.” I said rocking faster as he was hitting that glory spot.

His tongue worked faster as he made slurping noises. Sucking on my clit and pumping his fingers fast. “Oh…Oh!” I screamed as my legs shook and my toes curled. I squeezed my eyes shut as my orgasm hit me like a truck.

I screamed his name as my back arched. He pumped his fingers in and out slowly helping me ride through my orgasm. He stood back up holding me up right. His fast glistening in my cum, he licked his lips and kissed me. I moaned into him as my hand led down to his cock.

Simon groaned as I palmed him through his pants. “We have your appointment soo…” My snaked my hand passed his joggers hem and boxers to grab his member.

I kissed his jaw as his head rolled on my shoulder. “Shh, it’s my turn.” He helped me off the table as I led him to the bedroom so I could sit on the bed and he would stand.

We kiss our way there, I sat on the bed while kissing his abdomen, pulling both his joggers and boxers to his ankles. He dick sprung out, the tip bright red with pre cum on his tip.

I smirked up at him and he rolled his half lidded eyes. “Shut up.” He was breather. It boosted my pride high up. Having him this wanting for my lips to suck his dick will always bring joy in my chest.

I giggled as I grabbed his dick pumping it in my hand. I went over his tip to grab some of his pre cum to help lather the rest of him. Simon groaned loudly as his hand laid behind his upper thigh, holding him up. “Fuck baby, I love when you look like this.” I whispered then ran my tongue up his shaft to then latch my lips to his tip.

I felt him shiver and gasped. “Fuck Allis…” He bucked when I slowly gagged myself with his cock.

He looked down at me grabbing a fist full of my hair. I bobbed back and forth as I went painfully slow for the both of us. Simon panted and moved his hips, having me almost take all of him. Tears brimming my eyes. “I am gonna fuck your mouth like it is your pussy ya?” He whispered in between groans.

I nodded since I did not want to detach my lips from him. “I won’t go too hard love.” He warned as he moved in and out of my mouth. It felt so good when his cock would hit the back of my throat. I would suck harder to the point my inner cheeks could rub against his shaft. His groaning became louder and his hips began to falter a bit more. I raised my hand to gently grab his balls.

I did that when we first stopped fucking and it made him wild. I came faster then I had ever seen him, right now he bucked. “Fuck princess…I…” He groaned as he stopped, I bobbed my head fast and sucked hard. He was pulling my hair signaling me to lay down.

I sucked him one last time making a pop sound as I laid back. Simon grabbed his dick and pumped in my thigh. I watched as his eyes rolled and his mouth gaped open. He called out my name as ropes of cum hit my thigh, I moaned at the sight of him.

Simon had sweat head off of his forehead, his muscles twitching as he came. His chest heaving, lungs begging for air. He groaned giving one last pump, he laid next to me as we both gasped for air. I was staring at the ceiling when I felt a flutter. It wasn’t like a butterfly feeling it was the baby. “I think we woke up the baby.” I giggled looking over at him.

“Good,” He turned his face to me. “Glad she didn’t hear us.”

“She?” I smiled, him being a daddy’s girl is something I would hope for.

Simon smiled the nodded. “Yeah I have a feeling.”

…………………………………………

Both Simon and I got dressed as we got ready for the check up. This one is what we find out if it is a girl or a boy. We didn’t want to do a gender reveal party since Simon didn’t like that type of attention. I didn’t want to plan a party anyways so what we planned on doing is just having the doctor tell us there.

The ride there was a comfortable quiet, he held my hand as he drove. Yelling at some other drivers calling them bloody donkeys. It was interesting living in the UK and learning all the language slangs. I enjoyed all of the people, they have been kind and open. Unlike in the states some have been not the same.

Since our apartment is close to the grocery store I walk there to still have some sort of exercise. I always talk to the two older couple (Agnes and Eugene) that are in charge of the store. They always seem to have a smile on their faces and would talk about how they remembered when Agnes was pregnant. She also told me what my sister told me was that it was a boy. When I told Simon he just chuckled and said that he would love for it to be a girl. However he would obviously love a boy too.

We pulled up the doctor’s pretty quick and was put into a room. They had me sit on a table with the ultrasound machine next to me. I started to get nervous as I chewed my inner lip. “What’s wrong?” Simon asked breaking my train of thought.

“Just nervous.” I said rubbing my stomach.

“For what?” Simon asked confusion in his eyes. He always wore a mask outside of our apartment. He told me it was for safety reasons and that he didn’t want anyone to know where he lived or recognize him. His balaclava didn’t have the signature skull painted on. It was just black.

However Simon did agree that he would have it off once the baby was born. He has been better of taking it off occasionally when going to the store with me or just going out for a walk. Some days of course he is more cautious, especially coming back from base. Price still has him going on missions until I hit my 9 month mark. Simon still had a job to do but Price knows he will also have one once the kid is born.

“I don’t know honestly.” I said looking at the monitor.

I heard his footsteps leave the window and stood next to me, placing his hand on my forehead. “Nothin to worry about love.”

I smiled looking into his eyes. His eyes were soft, softer than when I first met him, softer even a year ago. Ever since he came home after Makarov. More protective. More caring. More loving. He hasn’t said love you since Russia but he has shown his love. By actions and he is touchy inside the apartment. He doesn’t like PDA, when we have been out he will hold my hand when walking but that’s it.

“Alright,” The doctor said walking in with a smile on her face. She looked over at Simon and her face changed a quick second then disappeared. “Let’s check on this baby yeah?”

We both just nodded our head as she lifted my shirt until it was under my breasts. She put gloves on then proceeded to put the gel. It was cold and I jumped a bit and giggled. “Sorry.”

“No worries hun it’s so cold. I should have wanted ya,” The monitor was on and noise came through. She explained what we were looking for and wanting to hear. Once that was done she placed the scanner shading my stomach There was whooshing sounds then a heart beat. “Ah there is the baby!”

I smiled having my tears prickle my eyes. I turned to Simon who just focused on the screen. “Do you know the gender?” Simon asked looking down at me, there were water in his eyes but soon went away. I could tell he was happy.

“That one is a boy.” Both of our heads snapped.

“That one?” I asked looking back at the screen then her.

She nodded her head moving it slightly. Another heart beat, different sounding. “Yeah looks like you have twins,” She smiled at me looking both of us. “However, she is a girl.”

We both didn’t saw or even move. Twins? Holy fuck. I placed my hand on my mouth. “You sure?” I asked.

She giggled and pointed at the heads, the feet, the hands. She looked at Simon. “How are we feeling?”

Simon didn’t pry his eyes off of the screen. I looked up at him waiting. I grabbed his hand. “Baby?” I asked.

He looked down at me, tears breaking out of his eyes. “Twins?” He whispered.

I nodded my head, I couldn’t tell how he was feeling, I know it wasn’t anger. Fear? Anxious? “Twins.” I nodded.

Simon chuckled and looked at the screen then me. “A girl and a boy. Looks like both Agnes and I were right. I owe Soap 50 bucks.”

I laughed and shook my head as tears rolled down. “I will let you get cleaned up and we can go over what comes next.” The doctor said laughing as well.

When she left some took his balaclava off and placed his forehead on mine. “Twins.” He whispered looking into my eyes.

I smiled. “Twins.”

He lifted my chin to place a kiss on my lips. “I love you Allison. Always.”

OMG it has come to an end of the MW 3 story! I hope you have all enjoyed it as much as I loved to write it! I will have other projects running such as short stories in between the chapters of the timelines and I want to start doing reader inserts as well. I am hoping people will send some requests so I can write them for them. Haha. I am also going to do short stories of Dad!Simon and Mom!Allison with learning more on the TWINS! So if you haven’t read the other stories here is the link to my Masterlist! ;)

[lgcsomin]

/ birthday event prep with moon somin

     when it’s almost her birthday, somin had almost forgotten the cafe event that legacy does for all of their artists. it’s been more than a year since her debut, but she still is kinda feeling like she’s living in a dream. she’s been actively living her life and feeling like some of it isn’t real. 

     and then this cafe event. seeing the birthday cafe events for her last year had been genuinely wild and she’s seen the ads pop up online for this year. she hopes she’ll have time to drop by one of them and get a cupholder for herself, but she’s not too sure if she’ll have time considering it’s during comeback promotions. but hopefully. she really wants one to keep in her room, even if she’s only going to use it as a display item.

     either way, she’s in the kitchen with a camera crew in front of her and a baker and a barista to help her come up with her ideal dessert and drink. she had spent a lot of time thinking about the best pairing for her set and she thinks she’s decided on her pairing. originally, she had wanted to do a cake of some sort with a milk tea, but she had been a bit worried that it might be too heavy for her fans. 

     so she had carefully thought about the pairing every time she got a cake or a drink from a cafe and thought it was nice, but in the end she’s going with her favourite drink and one of her favourite desserts.

     “okay, so the drink is one i’ve made before i kind of wanted to play off the fact that my colour in crystallis is white, so i’m making an oolong milk tea,” somin says happily after introducing herself to the camera. “it’s not white but it’s really pale and it’s one of my favourite drinks, though i usually get it with pearls.” she doesn’t mention that she usually gets it from gongcha, but she’s being careful to not namedrop any brands.

     “it’s actually really easy to make and i make it in the dorms all the time,” she explains, showing the oolong tea that had been provided for her today and she holds it up, grabbing the teapot that’s in front of her and adding a spoonful of the loose leaf tea into it. “then you add hot water and let it’s steep. we’re going to use milk powder, which is lactose free so anyone who is lactose intolerant doesn’t have to worry about this drink!” she grins, knowing that that was important to people who had to worry about that. “and then we’re going to add honey as the sweetener later, which i guess makes this a honey oolong milk tea.” 

      she sets the teapot aside for now with a timer, moving on to describing her dessert. “i didn’t want something too heavy since the milk tea is milky,” she explains, grinning as she comes to the reveal of her dessert. “so we’re going to make something tart! literally, too. it’s a lemon meringue tart,” she says, happy with her choice. 

     “i love meringues ... i also love croffles but since those are really popular nowadays, i thought the tart would be better and it’ll pair better too!”

     “oh the tea is finished ...” she stops talking so she can add a few spoonfuls of milk powder and also a squeeze of honey, stirring before taking a sip. “oh, i think it needs a little bit more honey,” somin says aloud, nodding and adding a little bit more. after another sip, she brightens visibly and nods. “perfect!”

      the baker steps forwards to help direct her on what to do for the pastry from behind the camera, and she laughs a bit sheepishly as she spills some flour but manages to crack the eggs masterfully one-handedly. “i cook a lot, but i don’t bake much so i’m really out of my depth here,” she explains, looking sheepish but she works hard to listen well and follow all the instructions. she manages to make the tart base, letting it rest before returning to attempt to make the lemon curd as well as the meringue. 

     it’s a struggle, but after some brief struggle with piping, she’s finally at the end stage of the tart. there’s some powdered sugar on her cheek, and she’s struggled a lot but she’s also very proud. “don’t worry you guys, yours will look a lot better,” she can’t help but quip, laughing afterwards. 

     “but now’s the part i think everyone’s been waiting for, right? because i definitely have been ... the torching!” she holds up the blowtorch, trying not to look too excited and probably failing miserably as she gets the okay to turn it on, facing it away from her. she lightly torches the meringue, watching as it browns and she does it until she’s satisfied with the result.

      there’s a slight cut where she goes to freshen up and fix her makeup before returning with the finished drink and dessert set up in front of her. “tadaaah~” somin singsongs happily, showing both items to the camera. 

     “here i present to you my dalcha,” she says, holding up the honey oolong milk tea, “which you can have hot or iced, even though mine is currently iced. and the tart is called lemon moon,” she says, and maybe she’s being cheesy for making so many moon puns but she doesn’t care either. her whole vibe is supposed to be somewhat celestial, from her last name to her stage name. 

     “i hope you guys enjoy it!”

[square-glass]

Hey guys, its hallowen! Its october! The best time of the year, AUTUM!

So, heres my Tea recipe. If you add to much cinnomkn, it gets grainy, btw. My texthre haters.

NEED : lipton tea or ripoff, cinnamon, honey, vanilla, bpiled water, milk, cup, spoon.

A CUP! get a cup. A good one. A cozy one. A mug preferably, if you must.

Boil water, like you would when making any other tea. Dont microwave it bc you need your cup dry for a moment.

Put in a lil cinnamon. If its a shaker, i gently tap it twice. You can always add more.

Add honey. Enough to cover all the cinnamon. Mix it. There should be more honey than cinnamon.

OPTIONAL !!! Add half a cap of vanilla. Stir it in rlly good w ur honeh mixture :]

Make sure its all mixed good! Qhen ur water is done boiling, pour in about HALF of your cup. This is important. Half to 2/3s worth.

Mix WELL. Dissolve the honey mixture we made. Cinnamon wont disolve, which is why less is better if u cant handle grain.

Add in your tea packet! I put 2 liptons for a mug the size of my hand. Let sit for 5 minutes to brew, or however long u like it

I like to squeeze the water out of my teabgs before i through them away.

When done, pour milk into your tea until cup is full! Thjs cools down the boiled water and finalizes the flavor pallete.

Mix again js to be sure!! Im paranoid.

ENJOY!!!!!!!!!! THATS MY TEA!!!!

If this us to vauge, here are sorta measurments for every ingredient based on everything else! Idk shit ab measurments.

Cinnamon - 1 tiney spoonful. Like a teaspoon. Maybe less tbh, but no MORE than that.

Honey - 2 tiney teaspoons! Same spoon u used for cinnamon.

Vanilla - half a cap. As in, the cap from the bottle of vanilla. Or ig a teaspoon probably?

Water - 2/3s of your cup. Assume your cup is 1 cup. So. 2/3s a cup.

Teabags - uh. Standard lipton bags i used 2 :)

Milk - assume your cup is a cup. 1/3 a cup of milk. Yeah

This js all relative to how i think it is in my mind but i never measure fr lol. Found this recipe off pinterest 4 years ago. /srs

[jgrills]

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──★ Hobie w/ a artist reader 💭

Includes: a fic, fluff, maybe a kiss or two..?? trying a different writing style! Gn reader as always.

extras: Hi!! I'm back to writing again after a break! Hope u guys are taking care of yourselves! <33

Reader can see Hobie's border!

Your hands glide the paintbrush across the canvas, putting gentle pressure on the brush, the handle illuminates off the gentle London sun, the intricate patterns of your handmade paintbrush please your eyes, thanks to Hobie's handiwork. Grabbing some more paint, you squeeze the bottle, and some acrylic paint pours out of it onto the small white palette.

You were in a whole different world, just focusing on your painting, painting all types of different strokes and techniques on the canvas. The music in your ears copies your hand movements.

"Hobie, can you stop changing your border, it's distracting me." You huff, looking away from the canvas to see that his border, now a light steel blue color, with some newspaper titles about art.

"Nah" He snickers mischievously, changing his seating position, and changing his border into a calm pink with some white cut out stars.

You groan, painting his border again, not realizing you have created a nice gradient of colors on the canvas.

The room was full of silence, the sound of painting strokes, the gentle waves of the water against the boat, and the birds chirping gently nearby. Deciding to take a break, you gently set down your palette and paint, lounging on the couch by the window, enjoying the warm sun. Looking at your canvas again, you realize that the portrait of Hobie looked better when you took a step back. The normal gray color transitioning into a calm pink shade, the sunlight making some of the paint sparkle in the reflection.

"I look great" his voice cuts you out of your thoughts, feeling him standing beside you, his border changing to match the colors in the painting. Your eyes move from the painting to him, just admiring his gaze on the artwork, but mostly his face. Just admiring how handsome he is, unable to tear your eyes from him. You had looked at him plenty of times, but tonight it was different, just adoring his face, his eyes, everything about him, he didn't have his piercings on, but he was handsome nonetheless.

"You look amazing" You mutter in a dreamlike trance, finally being able to tear your eyes away from him.

"Of course I do" He snickers, giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead. "What's with all the stares today?" He asks, putting an arm around your shoulder, staring at you with warm heterochromic eyes.

"Just admiring how handsome you are" You utter, looking him in the eyes. "Well..thank you." He says, his cheeks turning the slightest bit darker at your compliment.

The sun was on its way to slumber, the beautiful yellow, orange, purple and light pink reflected off of the clouds, making them seem like mirrors. As every structure starts to slowly glow as the sun goes down. Hobie decided to hang up the drawing on one of the walls by the canal windows, the painting not moving as the canal slowly sways on the dock. The sound of Hobie's soft snores echoes in the room, him gently spooning you, his hands on your waist, moving sometimes to get even closer to you while napping.

Looking at his peaceful face, you get in that dreamlike state again, just admiring that he can relax, even sleep near you. Hobie letting his guard down enough for you just warms your heart.

You'll never forget those uncommon moments with him.

🌾 @chessbox, hope you enjoyed this one ! Reblogs and feedback are appreciated (just don't be rude about it). 🧺

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[roadkillreverie]

Bad Sex part 2

His alarm kept going off. He kept turning it off and hugging me. I woke up to him spooning me. I grabbed his hand and put it on my breast to squeeze. Then, I grabbed his dick. “You’re hard,” I said.

“Ya, it kind of does that,” he said.

I put it inside my ass.

“You ain’t gotta do all that,” he said. “Do you work today?”

“No. Do you?”

“Ya,” he groaned. I heard him texting.

“Don’t go.”

“I don’t want to. I’m so tired.” He kept texting. After a bit he hugged me again.

I turned around to face him and smiled.

“Good morning,” he smiled. “Did you get any sleep?”

“No,” I said.

“I fell asleep huh?” he said getting up. “I need to pee.”

“Wait. Pee on me.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to gross you out.”

“You won’t,” I said lying on my back.

He hovered over me and asked me if I was sure again.

“Yes. Pee in my pussy.”

“Idk if I can.”

He started peeing on me. I pulled my shirt up for the first time. I don’t remember his reaction. He peed on my pussy, my belly and my tits. I immediately noticed the strong smell.

“Oh wow, you were right. It’s pretty strong.”

“Ya I told u. Should I keep going?”

“Yes.”

The smell was strong, but the warmth felt good. I caught him staring at me. And noticed he’d stop.

“Are you done? Was that all of it?”

“Ya.”

“Can you fuck me now?”

“I dont think I can.”

I pulled him on top of me. “Can you finger me?”

“Um, I don’t know how in this position.”

“You can. You’re doing it.”

It only lasted a minute. The position was pretty awkward. I felt awkward and i wasn’t aroused. “What do you wanna do now?” I asked.

“Umm…I can eat you out.”

“Okay,” I said shyly.

It felt good, but I felt awkward because it was daylight and I can see what he’s doing. I was too nervous to enjoy the moment. I was trying to relax but it only lasted a few minutes before I suggested I get on top of him again. It lasted for about an hour.

He wanted to help me wash my sheets and help me clean up in the shower. He was super insistent on it. Like asked me multiple times. I asked what his motive was. He said nothing. He just wanted to help. I said I was too shy to shower with him. He looked disappointed. Looking back now, I wish I would have showered with him. I’m sure he wanted a blowjob. But I didn’t realize that then. Stupid me.

He helped me take the sheets off the bed and noticed I had a bed wetting mattress pad. “Oh, you got one of these.”

“Um ya. I have to confess. This is kind of embarrassing but after you left I ordered on hoping you’d come back.”

He chuckled. “They sell this? Where do you even get this?”

“At the sex store. It’s in the water sports section.”

“You’re funny,” he smirked.

“Gotta love Amazon. They have everything.”

After removing all the sheets off the bed, he smelled the mattress to see if the piss had gone through. Then I smelled it to make sure. It hadn’t.

He got dressed and I just watched him. I noticed he did have a belly. But u can’t tell at all when he’s lying down or standing up. “What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Nothing. Sorry I’m so awkward. Idk what to say during the daytime.”

“It’s not a pretty sight, huh?”

“No, no, what are you talking about? You’re pretty.”

“Can a guy be pretty?”

“Yes, definitely. You are. You’re very pretty.”

I stared at his face, while I changed. “You’re still kind of red. And your eyes are pretty. And aw, you have freckles. So cute.”

He smiled shyly and said thanks.

My roommate broke the shower head, so Huggz offered to go to Home Depot with me and fix it. He even went in the store while I stayed in the car. He called me from the store, telling me the prices and said that none of them mentioned anything about water saving. I told him to get the cheapest. He used my credit card. He read my name on it. Tbh I did feel like he was gonna buy some other stuff or run off with it. I was already thinking about locking my card. But he came back. He was so sweet to do that for me. I asked him if he was hungry and if he wanted to get food. He asked if I was hungry. I said no because I wasn’t and told him I usually don’t get hungry and eat only once a day but that he should eat if he’s hungry. But he didn’t want to since I wasn’t going to.

We got back to the house and he fixed the shower head. Pretty easy. He just twisted it on. But it did take a bit of force. I asked him to show me for next time so I didn’t have to depend on anyone to change it. He said it’s pretty easy. It’s just a twist on.

I asked him if he wanted that pot my ex left in the garage. He said sure. I showed him the pipe with the pot in it.

“Sweetie,” he said. “This is a crack pipe. You can’t smoke weed outta this.”

“Are you serious? How do you know?”

“I know people who do it.”

“Omg, I’m such an idiot. I don’t know about drugs and pipes.”

“You should have gotten a little spoon pipe.”

“I wanted to but they only had real big ones. And I wanted a small one. No wonder that was the wrong one. I kept inhaling the grass. I think I need rolling papers to make a joint cuz it doesn’t look like typical pot, you know. It’s like dry sticks. Why do they even sell crack pipes at the smoke shop. Is crack legal now?

“How much was the pipe anyway?”

“It was $2. Or 2 for $3.”

I opened the garage door and grabbed the orange duffel bag with the weed inside and showed him.

“This isn’t good weed. You shouldn’t smoke this. Your ex smoked this?”

“Ya, I guess. What’s wrong with it.”

“It’s like bottom of the barrel stuff. My guys won’t take it.”

“Really? Ok, I’ll throw it out.”

“No, i mean, don’t do that. You should just save it.”

“For what? You said it’s not good.”

“I don’t know. I feel kinda bad throwing it out. Maybe you can give it to a homeless person.”

“Seriously? That’s fucked up.”

“I don’t know.” He laughed. “You know if you want good weed, I can get you some.”

“Thanks, but it’s ok. I can get some at the shop.”

I left the bag of weed in my garage and closed the door. We went back to my room. He stopped to look at the family portrait on the wall.

“Oh my God, don’t look at me, I’m so gross,” I said pushing him into my room. “That’s me during my gender identity crisis. Wasn’t sure if I was a boy or a girl phase.”

He smiled. “Can I ask you something? But don’t get mad.”

“What?”

“How old are you in that picture?”

“I don’t know, like 13,14. Why?”

“You look so much older. I was gonna say 18.”

“Ugh, I hate that picture,” I said remembering how my ex said I looked like a linebacker. “Do I still look like that?”

“No, well. I mean I can tell it’s you,” he smiled.

“Are you gonna go now?”

“Can I have another shot first? I have a headache.”

“Do you want some Advil?”

“No, il just have a shot.”

“Wow, are you kind of an alcoholic.”

“Little bit,” he said taking a swig from the bottle.

“Jeez, not even gonna use a glass?”

He shrugged.

“Do you wanna take the bottle with you?”

“Nah, save it for me,” he smiled.

That made me feel happy. So that meant I’m gonna see him again.

He lied on his back on the bed. I lied on his chest.

“I don’t want you to go.”

“I know. I don’t want to go either, but I have stuff to do. Gonna try to go into work. Have to get ready for my trip next week. And gonna see the family this weekend. And my sister’s having twins.”

“Oh, congrats,” I said confused, later thinking maybe he’s having twins and maybe that’s why he’s stressed out. “Do you help your family with money.”

“I mean, I try to.”

“How olds your sister?”

“37.”

“Does she have any more kids.”

“Ya, she’s got two already.”

“Oh, wow. How long are you going to England for?”

“Two weeks.”

“Oh, wow.”

I placed my hand on his chest. “You’re so skinny. Is this your ribcage?”

“Ya. I used to be skinnier.”

“How is that even possible. You need to change your profile to skinny or slender. Right now you have more to love.”

“More to love.” He laughed. “That’s cuz I have a dad bod.”

I don’t remember how we got to talking about the house, but I told him the situation. Then I told him about my LOA and suggested I should Uber. I told him I couldn’t because I could get fired. He asked if I’m still on Meet Me. I said ya. But that I wasn’t attracted to anyone my age. And young guys don’t want relationships so I’m kind of screwed.

“Plus, I have a huge crush on you. And everyone else I talk to sucks. I’m not interested in them. I want you and-“

“And what?”

“Nothing.”

“Tell me.”

“I don’t want to scare you off.”

“You have to tell me now.”

“I llllike youuu.” I almost said love.

He sighed. “I’m done with love,” he said. “I don’t want a relationship.”

“That makes me sad,” Looking back I wish I would have asked him why he felt that way. I asked him the first time when he brought it up the first time we met but he didn’t want to talk about it. I’m sure his ex gf broke his heart. But come on, it’s been 7 years, get over it!

“But you were sad before you met me tho. I’m not the only one making you sad.”

“Why? Do you feel guilty? Am I making you feel bad cuz I said I’m sad that you don’t want a relationship? That’s not my intention. I don’t want to make you feel bad or guilty.”

“I don’t.”

“I need to start taking my meds again so I don’t have any feelings. But then I wonder, is it worse not feeling or having feelings and being able to feel all the emotions.”

“It’s better to feel, for sure.”

“Okay, let’s stop talking about this. I don’t wanna cry.”

“You can cry if you want to.”

“Why do you wanna see me cry? Is it a turn on? A fetish?”

“No, I just think you should let it out.”

“I don’t want to scare you off. You’re not gonna wanna come over again. I’m already clingy.”

I told him about the M83 concert and how I fainted. And he asked me why my friends didn’t go with me. I explained they didn’t like the band. He said he doesn’t know how to act at a concert. I should have asked him to elaborate. He said he only goes to a concert if he really likes the band and knows all their songs.

His back was starting to hurt so he sat up. I was still lying down. He turned to look at me.

“You’re always on the app,” I said.

“How do you know?”

“It says on there. Like online. And it has a green dot and it shows your location.”

“Really? Does it notify you when I log on and off? And tell you where I’m at?”

“Not all that.”

Later that day, he blocks me on the app so I can’t see him anymore. Douche. lol

“I’m just on there talking to people from all over the world.”

“You’re on there a lot. What the oldest girl you’ve been with?”

“Um…65.”

“65? Goddamn are you serious? Why”

“She was horny.”

“Was she at least hot?”

“Ya, I guess.”

He started petting Odin, who had jumped on the bed. “Your cat’s cool. He’s not scared like other cats. That one reminds me of, have u seen the jungle book?” He asked while he points to Morty. “Bahgeerah.”

“Oh ya, he’s a little black panther.”

“Hes a big cat.”

“Ya, he’s chonky.”

He waved the string on his sweater in front of them. They were unaffected. They could care less.

“They act like they’ve never played a day in their life.”

Huggz leaned back on me and I put my arms around him. “Your cat does cute shit, unlike other cats.”

“What are you talking about? My cat doesn’t do cute shit like internet cats.”

“This is cute,” he said scratching Odin’s chin.

“That’s basic cat shit. Ya basic.”

“I used to have a cat that would come reach up and hug me when I pointed to my chest.”

“Aw, see that’s cute.”

“Have you ever had sex with one of your pets?”

I hesitated shocked at the question. “Um…”

“Oh my God, you have?!” He smiled big.

“No, never! That’s disgusting! Have you? Why do people always ask me this? My ex did as well. Do I just give off that look? Do I have a look about me? Why are you asking? Do you have a fetish? Don’t you think it’s wrong?”

“Yes, it’s definitely, unnatural,” he said not sounding very reassuring.

I noticed a tiny scar on the arm and asked him what happened. He said he broke his arm skateboarding. And then when he was healed, he broke it a second time, skating again. He sat up. “Well, I think I’m gonna go. Come give me a hug.”

I hugged him up against the wall. “Hug me tighter ,” I said.

He squeezed me and starts bunching his stomach on mine. I laughed. His hands are still around my waist. Mine are around his neck.

“Am I gonna see you again?”

“Yes.”

“Promise?”

“Yes.”

“Say you promise.”

“Uhh…no.”

“Why?”

“I don’t like people telling me what to do. And I don’t like making promises. Do you always keep your promise?”

“Um, I don’t know. I think so.”

He stared into my eyes intensely like he’s always done. “I’m gonna look different when you see me next time. I have to shave for the trip. I can’t be looking like a homeless person. I already have long hair, you know.”

“You’re gonna look weird without facial hair.”

“Ugh, I know. Speaking of hair, I like it. Like anywhere on the body. Except the face.”

“Um, ok. I have hair.”

“Really? Where?” he said, trying to lift up my shirt. “And next time I see you, I want you to take off your shirt.”

“I did today. When you peed on me.”

“That’s right. Well, I want it off the whole time I’m here. Okay?”

“Okay,” I smiled.

And I think we kissed, but I don’t remember. He left and I just stared at him walking by away. He was looking at his phone and looked kind of lost looking to the left and right. He looked back at the door, but I couldn’t tell if he could see me staring at him. I offered to give him a ride. He declined.

Later that day, a few hours later he asked if I was okay. That was sweet of him. He texted me all day during his flight to England and he texted me once while he was there. Now it’s been about a week since he’s texted me. If he doesn’t text me by Friday, I will make a last effort to keep this fwb going. Idk what it is about him. He’s just so cute and easy to talk to. It’s weird cuz thru text he has like no personality. But then again, he ain’t really trying to know me.