#it was because i missed both sugar and fat

[yuujisuku]

little smutty drabble i made for all my moots and sukuna fuckers!! just know im sending yall love telepathically if you hear "I LOV U SM I WOULD TAKE A BULLET FOR U" in ur head thats not psychosis thats MEEE!!

tags: aged gap fic (both are over 21+ tho!) ceo sugar daddy sukuna, use of babygirl/daddy but grill this aint dd/g I SWEAR, this could be seen as bunny girl if u want cus reader is horny for this dilf asf and so am i, breeding kink

“Ohh, I love how you're soaked for me right now, princess. Did my babygirl miss me?” 

Sukuna coos and he rubs his fingers up and down your soaked pussy. You're whimpering and silently begging him to ram his cock inside you so deep until you pass out. You're on your stomach with your ass arched up so high it's practically grazing his nose. 

“Please, daddy! I need it! I want you to make me cum!” You cry out when he shoves three fingers inside your needy pussy and chuckles at how desperate you look with the blood rushing to your face and breasts as he fucks his fingers into your tight wet hole. 

“Look how desperate you are for me, little girl. You couldn't even wait for me to walk into the door until you were all over me.” You whine at how cocky he sounds about it, but you just missed him so much. You guys were going to spend the day together until one of his employees called him for an emergency meeting, and he said it was urgent so he couldn't just leave it be. 

You whine and cry as his fingers relentlessly push inside your pussy and curve up so he can play with your sweet spot. The pleasure feels like you're about to explode and you can't help but squirm as you feel yourself about to tip over the edge. 

Just as you're about to cum he pulls his fingers out and shushes you as you cry and whine about how much you crave his cock. “Be patient, bunny. I want you to cum on my cock instead of my fingers.” 

“Please daddy, hurry up! I need to cum! I need your cock please!! It hurts!” You should feel embarrassed at how eager and desperate you sound but it looks like Sukuna is just as eager as you. He has that cocky smile as he's quickly unbuckling his belt so he can pound inside his cute baby bunny since she's so desperate to be bred by his fat cock.

You feel you can't take the pain of not being filled up by him at this point that you want to scream so he can hurry up and fuck you already, but your prayers are answered because Sukuna slams into you from behind and you cry out from how good his cock feels as it stretches and fills you up.

“That's it babygirl, you take my cock so well! Don't worry bunny, Daddy's going to take care of you.” 

His cock soothes you and always makes you feel better after a long day, you admit to yourself that you're way too attached to him. You crave Sukuna all day long and when he unexpectedly got a call from his company you got so upset that they were taking him away from you so suddenly when it was supposed to be a day for just the both of you to spend time together. 

Sukuna thrusts are powerful and fast, pounding inside you until you see stars and your eyes roll to the back of your head. You hear the sound of skin slapping and the sound of your wetness squelching as your pussy takes his cock deep inside. The pleasure is building up so quickly that you feel like you're going to explode any second from how good he's filling you up. 

Sukuna growls, loving how your pussy sucks in his cock and clenches around him with each thrust. You were made for him and only him. “Gonna cum inside you, babydoll. Yeah? Is that what you want? You want me to cum inside you so that you can have my pink haired babies? Ahah! That's right! You love it! Your pussy is fluttering around me like you want it.” 

That's the thing: Sukuna is right. You don't want him to pull out. You've been thinking about his babies for a while now. You want your daddy to breed you and have your belly swollen with his babies. You want him to cum inside you and you don't want him to stop until there's no more cum left. 

“Yes, yes, yes! I want your cute pink haired babies, ‘Kuna! Please!”

Sukuna suddenly flips you over and shoves his cock back inside you, flipping up your thighs so that he's taking you in a matting press, wanting to make sure all of his cum stays inside you. 

He presses his forehead to yours, looking into your eyes that look up back at him with so adoration as he takes your pussy. He doesn't ever need any reassurance. He knows you love him, that you love all of him. He thinks your belly would look so cute swollen up with his babies but he also knows you would be a great mommy. 

Sukuna feels his orgasm building up as well as yours. You're shaking in excitement and pleasure, ready to be filled up with his creamy white cum. 

“You can cum, baby. Cum for me. Fuck!” Sukuna snarls as he's about to blow his load into you but he wants you to cum first, reaching down to play with your puffy clit that's aching for his thumb.

His thick cock and his thumb circling around your clit is enough to send you over the edge. You cry out finally as your cum milks his cock. Sukuna finally releases inside you, lifting you a bit so he can make sure you take all his cum inside your womb, wanting nothing to spill out with your legs in the air. Gosh, he can't wait until his beautiful girl is pregnant with his pink haired babies. 

You feel so full and you're content. You're just happy that he's back and he's with you. You know he isn't going to leave again since everything has been resolved. You press kisses to Sukuna's eyebrow, his cheek, and you slide your lips down his jaw. He chuckles as you press hot kisses to the underside of his jaw, wrapping your hands around his thick neck. 

“Baby, you want to eat something before we go another round?” He asks as he kisses your shoulder, and you're glad he does because now you realize you're also hungry for some dumplings and rice. (Other than his cock of course)

#ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x y/n #ryomen sukuna x you #sukuna x reader fanfic #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you #sukuna smut #ryomen sukuna smut

[poraphia]

"One Tall Coffee With Cream And Sugar."

lvjy!wilbur x manager!reader 2467 words • 8.16.23 cw ~ coffee, lovejoy, large crowds, almost falling off stage, kith mwah mwah wilbur soot masterlist!

pt. 1 ~ "Four medium-sized coffees, one big fat work crush."

After this concert, it'll be all over. So here you go, Wilbur, your last morning coffee of the tour! From me, your manager <3

♡♡♡

“Order for (y/n)!”

I smiled at the barista, placing some coins in the tip jar before taking the cardboard tray of coffee in both hands. I looked down to make sure each order was perfect: one iced coffee with mocha drizzle, one small double-shot espresso, one cappuccino, and one tall coffee with cream and sugar. After ticking down my mental checklist of Lovejoy’s coffee orders, I pushed open the glass door, feeling the breeze of the LA air on my face.

Today was Lovejoy’s last tour in America.

It’s been more than two months since I’ve been with Lovejoy and their first tour around the States along with my first time serving as a on-the-road tour manager. With all good things, they must come to an end, and I’m grateful for every moment I’ve spent with the crew and the band, but what pained me the most was a certain member having to travel across seas back home.

Every moment with Wilbur felt like I was on cloud 9. Even through difficult venue scheduling and working with different states, he was always behind me to back me up. Sometimes I would notice that before going on stage, Wilbur would be hiding in the lounge room, fumbling with his fingers while pacing back and forth. “Pre-concert nerves?” I would ask. He would look at me with a worried look painted in his eyes. He would shake his head, biting on his fingernails. I would walk up to him and hug him tight, listening to his pacing heartbeat gradually slow down.

“You got this, Will. I believe in you. Everyone is going to love you, and even if you do play the wrong chord or sing a little offkey, who cares? Just keep playing because that was what you were born to do.” I would say, rubbing his back. Five minutes later you wouldn’t even think twice about that man being nervous on the stage because he was hopping around and screaming into the microphone, occasionally shooting a look at me that said “Thank you.” I smiled, reminiscing on the memories.

“Need a hand, sweetheart?” I looked up, only to be met with the chocolate eyes of Wilbur fucking Gold. There he was, opening the door for me with his guitar strapped to his back. It felt familiar. Like the first time we met. Especially with me clutching the cardboard cup that hosted all the coffee orders for the band. I smirked at him, brushing right past. The only difference was that I was at least confident enough to even talk to him.

“I’m good, Will, but thank you.” I chimed. He chuckled before catching up to me with his hands in his pockets.

“How you feeling?” He asked. I hummed a bit as we talked together through the venue.

“I guess kind of nervous? Since we set up a lot of things for the finale of the America tour. Like all the effects and all. You know what I mean?” I said. He nodded, pushing open the backstage door so I can walk through on my own. As I walked past though, he grabbed the tall coffee from its holder before taking a sip. I looked at him, giving him a lecturing face.

“What! It’s my drink!” He exclaimed, holding his hands up in defense.

“And what if it was someone else's?” I said with a joking attitude. He shrugged, walking away so that the door may close behind him. He takes another sip, savoring the taste.

“I’m really gonna miss this coffee.” He sighed.

“It’s nothing too unique, really! Isn’t this what you would order back at home?” I said, rolling my eyes. I placed the coffee on a nearby table before turning around and leaning back. My palms supported my weight as I looked at him.

“I mean yeah but—” He was placing his guitar case down, unzipping it to retrieve his guitar. “I guess it wouldn’t come from you anymore.” He said, a bit sorrowfully. Before I could respond, Mark, Ash, and Joe walk through the door, all with their respective instruments and bags in hand.

“Hey guys, is venue all ready?” Joe asked, waving at the both of us before putting down his instrument. I walked up to him with his respective coffee in hand.

“Yup. Just waiting on you guys for soundcheck, and here’s your coffee!” I said, handing it to him. Joe smiled, taking the coffee and giving it a sip.

“Thanks, (y/n), we’re gonna miss you and the crew as our team.” He praised, giving a mini-cheer with his coffee. I smiled, noticing that Mark and Ash had already gone and grabbed their own coffees. Will was standing in the corner, staring at me. I tilted my head at him. With a cheeky smile, he tilted his head as well. I chuckled a little before turning to look at the other guys.

“Okay, so you guys just need to do some sound checking which should take roughly an hour? Then an hour after that we’ll have our final gig! The team is already onset, so just hook your instruments with everything and we should be good to go.” I explained. Ash nodded, taking a sip of his coffee while holding his bass, while the rest made some voices of approval.

We all headed out on stage, and I told them where each person would be standing. Wilbur would be in the front with the mic, Joe would be somewhat to the right of him a little bit back with Ash basically the same just on the left. Then Mark would be just behind Ash with his drumset.

Everyone plugged in their instruments and began strumming random patterns just to make sure that the audio was coming coherently. The soundcheck person adjusted accordingly. I hopped off the stage and stood in the middle of the venue, making sure that the positions were as perfect as I envisioned. After a long stare, I realized that Will was a little bit off-place. “Will!” I tried to exclaim over the noise. Wilbur looked at me, and playfully, he began to strum more violently. “Wilbur!” I tried to shout again, but he simply smiled at me.

Slightly annoyed, I hopped back on the stage, now standing directly in front of him. He looked down at me with a smirk right on his face. I grabbed him by the arms before moving him into position. He leaned down, still strumming on his guitar. I chuckled.

“What’s with that look?” I asked. He hummed a bit before responding.

“Nothing, you just look cute.” He said. Suddenly he brought his face close and planted a small kiss on my nose. Flustered, I stumbled back and nearly off the stage before Will caught me by the waist. My hands were clutching tight on his collar.

“S-Sorry!” I stuttered. I was near the edge, but with Will’s support, I was nearly floating off with one leg up. In one quick swift, Wilbur pulled me up and walked backward, landing me on a safe platform for me to stand on.

“Are you okay?” He asked. He held my arms so that I maintained my balance. After I felt steady enough, I looked up at him. I felt my breath getting caught in my throat. His face was so close to mine that I just wanted to kiss him, but I didn’t have the confidence he had.

“Y-Yeah..” I mumbled, still getting lost in those eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine..” I managed to stutter out. I stood up properly and brushed myself off. Wilbur backed away to give me some space. I wish that with my sleeves I could wipe off the embarrassing flush of red that was painted all over my face. “I’m gonna take five. Just— Stay in position for me!” I ran off the stage and to the back where I grabbed a bottle of cold water to cool down.

Oh boy. This was going to be hard.

After some time, security showed up and fans started loading into the venue. The place was somewhat massive, making it one of our biggest shows (not counting festivals) yet. I peeked from the stage curtain, seeing the rows of chairs being filled with all kinds of people. I turned back around to see the band. Mark was having a beer or two, Joe was practicing a little bit of his guitar solo, and Ash was scrolling through Instagram. “Hey guys, do you know where Wilbur is?” I asked. Mark looked up.

“Oh yeah, I think he’s in the outer lounge area? He might be just tuning his guitar though.” He said, pointing at the door with his beer.

I nodded and thanked him before pushing through the door. The room was much quieter than the previous lounge. Wilbur was sat on one of the couches with his guitar in his lap, but he wasn’t strumming or turning the knobs. It more looked as if he was deep into thought. I approached him carefully, yet he didn’t notice me until after I spoke up.

“Hey, Will?” I snapped him out of his thoughts. His hands fell into gripping his guitar defensively before frantically looking at me.

“Ah, hey (y/n), sorry I was just thinking.” He said, sighing. I raised an eyebrow before sitting next to him, crossing my legs.

“Well, thinking about what?” I asked. “Just— out of curiosity. You don’t have to tell me.”

Wilbur hummed before sitting back on the couch, moving his guitar closely to his chest. “I guess just… What’s going to happen after the tour, y’know when I get home and all? I’m going to miss all this adventuring and going to different states.” His head then turned to me. He has a soft, sort of vulnerable look on his face. Like a glass of water that was full to the very top, and just one droplet could make that brimming all come cascading down like a waterfall. “I..—”

Before he could finish his sentence, both of our ear monitors went off. “Two minutes until stage time. Please prepare your places.”

I looked over to Wilbur, who seemed a bit frustrated he wasn’t able to finish his sentence, but I had to brush it off for now. I got up and helped him up as well as we both rushed backstage, back to the screaming fans, wires, and bass-boosted speakers. Wilbur found his position next to Ash as I stood in front of them.

“Alright, guys, this is our biggest show in the States yet. I want you guys to have the whole venue jumping by the time we’re done!” I exclaimed all of them cheered with words of encouragement. “And, I’d seriously like to say this has been one of the best moments of my life. I am super proud to be your guys’ tour manager. So, please! Next time you guys are in the States, message me!”

Mark rushed to hug me with a big smile on his face. “We loved touring with you too, (y/n)! Thank you seriously for all the coffee and encouragement you’ve given us!” He beamed. Maybe it was the beer loosening up his speech, but he certainly spoke with pride and excitement. Ash came in too, wrapping his arms around us, and soon joined Joe and Wilbur. It was a tender moment for us all. A core memory that is the end of the tour for Lovejoy.

It took all of our ear monitors going off to break off the little moment. Soon enough, the boys were at the edge of the curtains, waiting for their countdown to end so they can finally step on stage. Once they did, the whole venue roared in excitement. Wilbur did his usual theatrics: talking to the crowd, and introducing the band, before counting down and playing the songs we had planned. I ran around backstage for most of the time, making sure that the lighting crew knew what was doing, and talking to soundcheck to make sure everything was going, but in those rare instances when I had a break, I would look over to Wilbur from offstage.

There he was, glowing in yellow backlights as his eyes fluttered close, plucking at his guitar and singing lyrics he would spend all day and all night revising and humming. I know moments like these are captured by our hired photographers, but my eyes saw something so much more personal. If eyes could take a screenshot, I did exactly that and stored it in the safest part of my brain’s gallery.

It felt like the concert went by too fast because, in a blink of an eye, Wilbur was finishing up his last performance of The Fall. Smoke and lights illuminated him and his band’s presence on stage and before I knew it, it was all over. The crowd cheered for Wilbur's dramatic finale as he raised his guitar high in the air. Sweat dripped off his body, soaking little bits of his clothing. The song finally came to an end as the lights cut off. Nothing but the most bittersweet smile rested on my face.

The tour

Was finally over.

Or was it?

The lights faded back on with Wilbur gripping the microphone. He had given his guitar to someone backstage before they had walked off. “Crowd,” he started. “This marks the end of our United States tour, and you have brought nothing but thrill and pure adventure.” He then turned toward me. “But there’s someone who frankly was, the cherry on top of it all. You may have seen her a little bit on our social media, maybe Ash posted her on his story once or twice. Everyone please, give it up for (y/n)!”

I stood there in shock as I heard the audience chant my name. Wilbur gestured toward me, the mic still in hand. I shook my head, snapping out of my anxiousness before stepping onto the stage. Despite being the background for it all, I’ve never been in front of a crowd. This was all so… Exhilarating.

Wilbur took me by the hand, twirling me in place before placing an arm around my waist and dipping me down. “There were so many times I’ve wanted to kiss you, to tell you how much I’ll miss you, and how we won’t be by each other’s side anymore. I just… I wanted to take this moment now.” He romanced in my ear. With a wide smile on my face, I jumped up, wrapping my arms around his neck before pulling him into a kiss.

Finally, those lips that I memorized on that tour bus—

Lips that I only dreamed of kissing.

They were finally on mine.

And faintly, I could taste his morning coffee.

♡♡♡

a/n ~ hihi! the long-awaited pt.2 of a request I did a while ago! thank you guys so much for the support I really wouldn't have written it without yall <3 ilysm!

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[skz317cb97]

Movie Night

Han Jisung x thick female reader

Word count: 9.6k (yowza)

A/N: 18+ only! So, I wanted to write this story after the Chan's room comment on his last vlive. I was already working on a Jisung fic and when this idea hit me I HAD to rework the plot because I needed to write this. I hope people that relate to this story know that their worth is not based on their appearance or weight. Everyone has insecurities, fat, skinny, whatever. The content of your heart is what matters and how you treat others. I hope everyone always remembers that. I hope you enjoy reading and if you do, please leave a comment, like, reblog, shoot me an ask, I love the feedback! As always warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY! Strong language/cursing, Weight and body image issues are a big part of the plot in this fic, if that can be triggering for you, you might skip this one! Dry humping, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected piv sex (please don't do this, use protection), cream pie, overstimulation, cum eating, hella praise and pet names (baby, jagi etc), squirting, Jisung get a little possessive but not in a toxic way, mentioning of coming on breasts, mentioning of oral sex (m receiving) and coming in mouth. I think that's everything but if I ever miss a warning, please let me know and I'll add it immediately.

You and Jisung loved having movie nights together. The other guys enjoyed watching movies too but not the way you and Jisung did. You would over load on snacks and sugar and throw popcorn at each other or the screen when the main character of whatever film you were watching did something predictably stupid. It was forty percent watching the movie, sixty percent critiquing, and one hundred percent fun. You were a two-person episode of MST3K minus the robots. Movie nights with Jisung were the highlight of your week.  

It was probably pretty obvious to anyone with eyes that you had a crush on Jisung. Regardless of how obvious it was you would never admit that. Not to him, not to anyone. You weren’t his type and you knew that. You were heavier, perhaps a bit more than beauty standards would consider ‘aesthetically pleasing’, at least that was the view you had of yourself. You knew that didn’t mean you weren’t pretty but you were bigger and you also had eyes. You saw the kind of girls Jisung went after on the rare occasions you had gone to clubs together and they most definitely did not look like you. You also could see what HE looked like. He was not only beautiful and fit but funny and kind. Guys like him didn’t go for girls like you and it was fine. That was fine.  

You cherished the friendship you had with Jisung and wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that no matter how strong the feelings you had for him were. What you didn’t realize was that Jisung was trying to deal with the fact that he had feelings for you too. At first, he didn’t see you as any more than a good friend that also happened to be a girl. You weren’t the type of girl he would typically go for. After being friends with you a couple of years now he had become endeared by you and after your last movie night Jisung had come to realize he was completely bewitched and he had absolutely no idea what to do or say now. He was sure you felt the same but he still was holding onto some reservations about perusing something with you and he wasn’t sure why he felt that way when you both were so clearly perfectly matched.  

You and Jisung loved movie nights together. So, it wasn’t unusual for you to be snuggled up on the couch under a blanket at the dorm with Jisung on a Friday night with three or four movies on standby. What was unusual this particular Friday was the awkward air hanging between the two of you. Everything seemed fine the week before and nothing seemed out of the ordinary that night so far. You had agreed on horror movies and you were well into your second one. The first had actually been pretty scary, making you jump a few times gripping Jisung’s arm and hiding your face, cuddling in closer to him under the shared blanket. The movie you were watching now hadn’t been as bad until it was. One of the main girls was slinking through a dark decrepit house and was suddenly snatched from behind by the crazed killer, practically sending you sailing out of your skin. Jisung tensed up when you buried your face in his shoulder for the umpteenth time that night.  

You hadn’t realized it but every time you pressed your plush body closer to Jisung his posture had stiffened as well as other parts of his body. He was very happy for the blanket or hiding his hard on might not have been so simple. There had been something out of the ordinary that night, for Jisung at least, and that was your choice in attire for movie night. You both always opted for pajamas because comfort duh, but you had come out of the bathroom that night after changing into pajamas Jisung had never seen you in before. A crop top with matching fuzzy shorts. His throat went dry the moment he saw you. It was the most of your skin he’d ever seen. He knew you were self-conscious about your body so you usually kept pretty covered up, even now the crop top wasn’t particularly revealing and the shorts weren’t that short but seeing your silky thighs and the fact that he could tell you weren’t wearing a bra under the crop top had Jisung ready to burst.  

When you noticed his tense body language you realized you were practically laying on top of him. Even though you loved being close to Jisung you backed off of him a little, worried you might be making him uncomfortable with your weight on him like that.  

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to... I mean... I’m sorry if I’m crushing you.” Jisung hated hearing you say that. So you were bigger, it didn’t matter, not to him. Even if he had thought you weren’t his type before because of that. He was an idiot. He knew now no matter what size you were you were he thought you were fucking gorgeous. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. He didn’t want you to move further away. He looked at you, his gaze soft and shook his head. He wrapped his arm around your waist under the blanket and pulled you close again. 

“No, you’re not. It’s fine. You’re fine.” Your face felt like it was on fire and your cheeks turned pink. You bit your lip, an unconscious nervous tick and Jisung’s eyes darted towards them. You looked away unable to keep eye contact. Not when he was pulling you close, not when he was holding you, not when his fingertips were grazing the soft flesh of your waist where your shirt had ridden up a bit, not when he was looking at you like... THAT. 

“y/n?” Jisung’s voice was just above a whisper and even though you heard him call your name clearly you still couldn’t meet his gaze and you pretended to focus on the movie. He hooked his finger under your chin and tilted your head up towards him. Was this really happening?! Jisung slowly started to lean in closer. 

“Ji... I...” He only shook his head and focused on your lips as he closed in. You closed your eyes and you could feel Jisung’s warm breath fan across your face, the warmth of his lips hovering so closely to yours. You held your breath waiting to feel just how soft his lips really were. Finally. 

“Han-ah! Do you know whe-” Changbin came around the corner and stopped short when he saw you and Jisung jumping, catching you just about to kiss. 

“Oh! Shit! Sorry I didn’t mean-” Jisung backed up practically pushing you away when he realized Changbin was also in the room and he started stuttering. 

“You didn’t! I mean there was nothing... we’re watching movies.” You swallowed the lump that had quickly formed in your throat and scooted further away from Jisung which did not go unnoticed by either of the men. Changbin cleared his throat. 

“Yea, okay, well do you know where the protein shaker is? I wanted to hit the gym tonight.” Jisung popped up from the couch quickly. 

“Yea. It’s in the kitchen. I can show you; I need a drink anyway. Y/n? Do you need a drink or anything?” You had started focusing on the movie again trying to ignore the feeling in your chest. You glanced quickly at him and then back at the screen slightly shaking your head no. He bit his lip knowing your feelings were hurt by how he’d reacted when Changbin walked in, when you had just been so close to kissing, and he felt guilty. He didn’t want you to think it was because of you, it really wasn’t. When he came back, he’d explain.  

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” You could feel your eyes sting, the familiar burn of tears wanting to surface but you kept your eyes trained on the tv and nodded. Jisung and Changbin went off into the kitchen leaving you in the living room alone, where you took some deep breaths and composed yourself. Maybe it was best Changbin had interrupted. He’d just kept you from making an absolute fool of yourself and ruining your friendship. You went to take a drink of your soda only to find it empty. You kicked yourself for not just telling Jisung yes when he asked if you needed a drink, you pushed yourself up off the couch and headed towards the kitchen. Once Changbin and Jisung had gotten to the kitchen Changbin turned to him with an eyebrow quirked and his nose scrunched. 

“OOoookay what was THAT?!” Jisung played stupid like he had no idea what Changbin was talking about. He just wasn’t comfortable with the topic of him and you just yet, not when he wasn’t sure what to do about his feelings. It was awkward for him to admit to Changbin how he felt about you when he hadn’t even told you yet. It would be with any of the guys, he wasn’t completely sure why. 

“What?! What was what?!” You had made it just outside the of the kitchen when you heard Changbin scoff. 

“Y/n!? Come on... I didn’t think you were into girls like... her...” Jisung’s brows furrowed, he didn’t know what to think about what Changbin seemed to be insinuating. 

“Wh-what do you mean?” Changbin rolled his eyes. 

“You know... bigger.” It was just a word and it was trued but the way Changbin said bigger made you feel absolutely disgusting and the tears you had managed to fend off in the living room were fighting back with a vengeance. It had already been awkward and now Jisung felt embarrassed so he lied when Changbin insinuated again that Jisung was into you. 

“No, I mean what do you mean into? I’m not into y/n?” Changbin scoffed again. 

“Oh yea? What was all that I just walked in on then?” Jisung rubbed the back of his neck thinking of an excuse; but why? Why couldn’t he just say that he did like you? Why couldn’t he just say he WAS about to kiss you? What was so terrible about that? Why did he feel so awkward about it? Why did he feel like Changbin would laugh at him or make fun of if he told him? He just wanted to make a quick excuse, whatever would end the conversation. 

“Dude, she’s got a crush on me. She was all over me but I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. She isn’t really MY type...”Jisung was still and idiot. You thought the inflection Changbin had put on bigger made you feel like garbage, that was until you heard the way Jisung say you weren’t ‘his type’. You knew that but it didn’t make it any easier to hear. You hadn’t even realized the tears were trailing down your cheeks at that point. You didn’t need or want to hear anymore. You quietly grabbed your overnight bag, put on your slides and left. 

Jisung had heard the front door click closed. All the other guys were still out so it could have been any one of them coming in but when a couple of minutes had passed and no one had walked through the dorm Jisung walked back out into the living room to check on you and found it empty, the movie paused and the blanket you had been sharing in a heap on the floor in front of the couch. 

“y/n?” Jisung walked towards the bathroom to check and see if maybe you had gone in there. He knocked but the door creaked open and the bathroom was unoccupied. 

“y/n?” He decided to go back and check his room although it wasn’t likely you were there and Jisung could feel anxiety creeping up on him. He thought back about the look on your face when he’d left you in the living room. He opened the door to his room and as he had suspected, you weren’t in there. He made his way back through the living room on a mission and Changbin tried to stop him. 

“What’s up? What’s going on?” Jisung moved Changbin out of his way and walked towards the foyer, seeing your bag and shoes were gone. 

“FUCK.” Changbin walked up behind Jisung. 

“What? Fuck what?” Jisung spun around and Changbin could see the worry on his face. 

“You... you don’t think she heard us, do you?” Changbin’s face softened when he realized you were what Jisung was worried about. He gave him a sympathetic look and shrugged his shoulders. 

“FUCK!” Jisung slipped on his shoes and jacket and ran out the door hoping you weren’t too far ahead of him. It was the time of year that it was starting to get a bit chilly when the sun was down and tonight was the coldest it had been yet. It wasn’t freezing but definitely too cold for you to be walking off in what you were wearing, not to mention not safe. When Jisung got out to the street he looked up the sidewalk one way and then the other but didn’t see you. He ran in the direction of the closest bus stop and when he rounded the street corner, he saw you under the florescent lights of the bus stop enclosure. You had your big bag by your feet and had your arms wrapped around yourself, hugging your body, clearly trying to keep warm as you waited for the next bus on the line. Jisung ran up towards you. 

“y/n!? Hey! Why’d you take off? It’s fucking freezing out here, take my jacket. Let’s go back inside and finish the movies...” Jisung took his coat off and went to put it around you but you pulled away and tightened your grip on your arms. 

“No, I’m going home. Sorry I was all over you. I know I’m too... heavy... for that. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’m just... I’m just gonna to go home.” You did your best not to choke on your words and Jisung winced at them knowing you weren’t only upset about how he’d reacted to Changbin but you had heard everything they had said in the kitchen as well. 

“y/n... I... please come back inside you shouldn’t be outside dressed like this.” Of course, he meant he didn’t want you catching cold only wearing shorts and a crop top. You looked away not wanting Jisung to see the fresh tears that were pricking your eyes. 

“I knew I shouldn’t wear stuff like this. I’m only going to bed when I get home so I’ll just deal with the stares on the bus.” He bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood and shook his head. 

“I... I didn’t mean it like that y/n... it’s cold out you’re gonna get sick. Please, come back to the dorm.” You finally looked at Jisung and he could see just how hurt you were, your tear rimmed eyes that were already getting puffy and red. That was the final straw, he was a complete asshole. 

“Just... go finish the movies without me Jisung. I’ll... I’ll see you the next movie night.” He sighed in defeat knowing you were definitely not going back to the dorm with him tonight. 

“Look at least take my coat so you don’t catch your death out here and let me wait with you until the bus shows up.” You let Jisung put his coat over your shoulders this time and huddled into the left-over body heat from Jisung having it on. 

“I’d really rather be alone right now Jisung.” You knew you weren‘t going to be able to get a hold of yourself and stop crying if he stayed. He shook his head, sliding a bit closer to you on the bench wanting to be close to you again and hoping some of his body heat might warm you. 

“It’s not safe for you to be out here at night alone.” You slid away putting distance between you again and looked at your feet like they were the most interesting thing in the world and Jisung’s chest felt tight. 

“I’ll text you when I’m home Ji. Just... please...” Your voice started to faulter and Jisung didn’t push any further. 

“Okay. Alright. Please let me know when you’re home safe?” You bit your lip and nodded still looking down as tears welled up in your eyes again. 

“Good night y/n.” Jisung wanted to lean over and hug you, give you a kiss on your forehead, SOMETHING to comfort you. Instead, he just gave a little nod and headed back to the dorm to give you the space you asked for. When Jisung walked back inside Changbin was on his way out to the gym. 

“Hey, everything cool?” Jisung looked distracted but then it registered that Changbin had spoken to him. 

“Oh, uh. I talked to her... she’s going home.” Changbin nodded and headed towards the door but stopped and turned back. 

“Look, Han-ah, there really isn’t anything between you and y/n?” Jisung really didn’t want to talk about it and didn’t want to deal with Changbin messing with him about it anymore but after you hearing him and Changbin in the kitchen and the way you looked at him down on that bus stop he was certain you’d never want anything to do with him, he’d be lucky if you still wanted to be his friend, so he shook his head. 

“No Bin, we’re just friends.” Changbin nodded and cleared his throat. 

“So, it would be okay if say, I wanted to ask her out on a date?” Jisung’s eyes flashed in Changbin’s direction instantly. 

“What?!” Changbin rubbed at the back of his neck and looked a little sheepish. 

“Well yea, I mean she’s really cute man and she’s nice and like I was saying in the kitchen before I know she’s not really YOUR type but you guys are super close so I just wanted to be sure you weren’t interested in her and see if... you know... if you were cool with me asking her out.” Jisung was at a complete loss for words as Changbin waited for a reply. He wondered how many times in one night he could think to himself that he was an idiot. He’d thought Changbin was being judgmental with his line of questioning in the kitchen but he was interested in you. Even if he had been being judgmental why, WHY did it matter?! It fucking didn’t. Because it didn’t change the way you made Jisung’s heart race just thinking about you. Changbin saw the look on Jisung’s face and knew the answer before he even spoke. 

“I... you’re right Changbin she isn’t like the type of girls I’ve dated in the past but...” Changbin wasn’t dumb and wasn’t one to pussy foot around so he just came out with it. 

“Look Jisungie just say you’re into her, it’s alright. I already caught you almost kissing; what's the big deal? She’s into you too. What are you holding back for?” He didn’t know what to say. 

“Sung, is it that maybe you’re a little worried about what people might be thinking if you date a thicker girl?” Jisung looked at Changbin and his eyes said it all. Changbin had hit the nail on the head. Jisung did think you were gorgeous and what other people thought shouldn’t even matter for that reason alone. He didn’t care what some stranger on the street thought of him and you being together but the guys, like Changbin, for some reason, he thought maybe some of the guys would give him a hard time. Of course, none of the guys had given him any reason to think they would tease him about such a thing because none of them would. Jisung had been in his own head too much. Realizing his feelings for you were deeper than friendship had really sent him through a loop. He was worried about the wrong things; he didn’t know how to act around anyone when it came to you and because of that he was epically fucking up. 

“Jisungie...” He focused on Changbin again. 

“Sort your shit out. If you care about her man it doesn’t matter. She deserves better than that Sung, and you know it.” Changbin slapped him on the shoulder, grabbed his gym bag and left to go work out. About twenty minutes after Changbin had left Jisung got a text notification. He sat up quickly in bed and grabbed his phone. 

You laid back in your bed trying to process the whirl of emotions you’d been put through that night. Hope, excitement, disappointment, pain, confusion. It was all too much to process in one night and there was no way you were going to be able to talk about it with Jisung right then, so you cut him off when he tried. Wasn’t he going to kiss you? Had you read that wrong? If he was going to; why would he if he didn’t like you like that? Pity? You hated all the thoughts racing through your head. You just wanted to forget and fall asleep, after a while your mind slowed down and you were finally able to get some rest.  

Jisung had gone all week not hearing from you. He sent a good morning text every day and then a meme or two with an accompanying caption that would say something like ‘laughed and thought of you’ or ‘remember that one time...’ All of his texts went unanswered and he understood why. He’d hurt you in the worst possible way. It didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try to make it right still. Friday morning, he finally got up the nerve to actually call you. He honestly thought you would ignore the call just like you had his texts but after three rings you answered. 

“Hey Jisung; what’s up?” You sounded drained. All the more reason for you to come over, relax and watch movies with him just like you usually would. 

 “Hey! Uh... I hadn’t heard from you at all this week so I just wanted to make sure we were still on for movie night.” You closed your eyes and chewed at your lip as the memories of the last week’s movie night came flooding back. You had been totally swamped at work, you really hadn’t had time to process a thing, which is why you had been ignoring Jisung’s texts. You had just pushed it down and carried on during the work week because you had to. Now here you were and the feelings were racing head on at you again and you didn’t know if you were ready still. 

“Ji... I... I don’t-” Before you could give any excuse as to why it wasn’t a good idea Jisung interjected. 

“I got comedies like you asked for and all the snacks already. You just have to come over. Will you... come over y/n?” You took a deep breath. Maybe if you just went and kept up with your old routine things would just go back to normal. You didn’t have to talk, just watch movies. 

“Yea, I’ll be over Ji. Is seven okay?” His smile was beaming on the other end of the line, hopeful about the fact that you agreed to come, that maybe, he might be able to fix his fuck up still, even if that meant in the end only being your friend. He would be fine with that. It would be more than he felt he deserved from you. 

“Seven is perfect y/n. I’ll see you then. Bye.” You gave a small hum. 

“Bye Ji, see you.” For you the day seemed to fly by and before you knew it, it was time for you to head to the dorm and you didn’t know if you were really ready to face Jisung again yet. For Jisung the day had seemed to drag on forever. He had finally been honest with himself and the guys and told them all how he felt about you. He asked if he could have the dorm for the night while he tried to smooth things over with you. The guys, of course, were all supportive and agreed to be gone for the night. Jisung frantically cleaned the dorm and staged the living room carefully for your movie night. Snacks spread out, blankets to snuggle up in, all typical staples of your movie nights. Not typical was the dim lighting from candles he’d put out around the room and the lavender oil defusing that Felix had set up for him before he left.  

Just a bit after seven Jisung heard your knock at the door. He opened it and greeted you with his wide toothy smile, the one that reached his eyes and made them scrunch up. If you were exhausted from the work week he couldn’t tell, you looked amazing. He couldn’t help but notice your attire this week was back to the usual pair of sweat pants, t-shirt and a big hoodie over that. Jisung’s smile faltered a bit but he caught himself and moved out of the way to invite you in. 

“Hey! Come on in!” You gave Jisung a small smile and walked in towards the living room. Jisung closed the door and followed closely behind.  

“Do you want me to take your bag or hoodie?” You shook your head. 

“Didn’t bring an overnight bag, I can’t stay this week, and I think I’ll keep my hoodie on for now, I’m kind of chilly. Thanks though.” You looked around the living room as you walked in and noticed the few candles Jisung had lit and could smell the fresh scent of lavender. He walked past you and sat down on the couch grabbing the remote and patting the cushions for you to join him. You swallowed the anxiety and tension you were feeling down and walked over to the couch. Jisung had lifted the blanket he’d thrown over himself so you could sit by him and share, like you usually did, but you opted to sit on the far end of the couch with your feet tucked up underneath you and your knees pulled into your hoodie. You missed the disappointed expression on Jisung’s face because you were trying to look anywhere but at him. Just from the time he had opened the door, your heart had wretched every time you did look at him. He set the blanket back down, making like he’d just been adjusting it a bit and started the first movie of the night, unsure if he was going to be able to focus on the screen at all with the elephant in the room with the two of you. 

You both had managed to get through the first movie. You had chuckled a time or two and even though it wasn’t your usual boisterous laugh Jisung was glad to see, somewhat, of a smile on your face. You were still curled up into yourself on the far end of the couch though and you hadn’t eaten anything. Jisung went to put in the next movie. 

“Don’t let me eat all the snacks y/n. Make sure you get some before I inhale it all and really look like a quokka.” Jisung smiled and puffed his already chubby cheeks out further trying to make you laugh but you just smiled at him weakly. 

“I’m okay Jisung I already had dinner and it probably wouldn’t hurt for me to lay off the snacks a bit.” Like an arrow straight through his heart. His idiocy made you feel this way. That there was something wrong with you that needed changed. He had let his own insecurities about your relationship bleed onto you instead of dealing with his own shit. He fucked up he knew it. He should have been trying to talk things out with you instead of ignoring it. He was just joking around acting like nothing had happened, like he didn’t hurt you. He was trying to make you laugh, but it wasn’t time for his antics, this conversation couldn’t be put off any longer when you were saying things like that about yourself. He couldn’t let it continue. 

“Don’t say that! There’s nothing wrong with the way you look!” You looked up at him a bit surprised by his sudden outburst but your eyes faltered and were cast down again just as quickly. 

“You can say that all you want but it doesn’t change the fact that I need to lose weight. No one wants to date the funny fat girl...” Your voice started to quiver a bit and trailed off, the last thing you said was almost inaudible. 

“... least of all you.” It was so quiet Jisung almost didn’t hear it. 

“What?!” You looked up at him like you’d been caught with your hand in the cookie jar. You hadn’t even meant for it to come out at all let alone for him to hear it. Oh well, what did it matter now. Your feelings had already ruined everything anyway. Might as well lay it all out on the table. 

“Well, it’s true...” You whispered. Jisung sat closer to you on the couch and you shrunk down into your hoodie as you tried to make yourself smaller. 

“y/n. No, it’s not.” Who was he to say that to you when he knew you had heard him. Your voice came out with a bit more venom than before. 

“Jisung, I HEARD you and Changbin. The way you both talked about me...” Jisung went to interrupt you but you put your hand up, stopping him. 

“Let me finish!” He nodded and shut his mouth. 

“When I heard the way you two talked about me, the way he described me, how you said you felt about me, I was disgusted with myself.” You choked back tears and Jisung hated himself at that very moment. If he were any other guy and you had told him about this situation happening, he’d find him and kick his own ass. 

“That night I had finally worked up the courage to wear those pajamas. I’d had looked at them for 3 months before getting the nerve up to wear them in front of you. I hoped that maybe you might see me in them and think, ‘wow y/n is actually kind of pretty’ maybe even sexy. Then we were on the couch and I don’t know I guess I was delusional and thought you were going to kiss me, I read it wrong, obviously. I’ve seen the girls you take home from the club Ji, I’m two of them easily so I wasn’t shocked you weren’t into me but then I heard you in the kitchen. When I looked down at what I was wearing... if I hadn’t been crying Ji, I would have laughed for actually letting myself think for even one second that someone like YOU would ever want to be with someone like me. That YOU would ever think I was pretty or sexy for that matter.” You pulled your knees from your hoodie and stood up as the tears started to fall from your eyes.  

“I... I can’t Ji... I... I have to go. This was a mistake.” You went to go for the door but Jisung grabbed your wrist and stopped you.  

“Wait PLEASE!” You paused in place but didn’t turn to face him. You couldn’t. 

“I’m so sorry. Please, I’m sorry I said any of that stupid stuff, especially since I didn’t mean a single word of it! I... I WAS going to kiss you and then Changbin walked in and I got nervous it had nothing to do with you or how you look I swear. Then when Changbin asked about you in the kitchen I thought he was giving me a hard time about how you weren’t my ‘type’ and then I was embarrassed but it turned out he was asking about me and you because HE wanted to ask you out and he wanted to make sure you and I didn’t' have a ‘thing’ going on. He told me when I came back in that night and I told him... I told him that I did have feelings for you, that I cared about you... more than just a friend.” Now you turned and faced Jisung, your eyes were narrowed but still filled with tears and your voice was weak when you spoke. 

“You AND Changbin have feelings for me? Well, you both have a very shitty way of showing you care about me. Be sure to let Changbin know too.” You pulled your wrist from Jisung’s grip and turned to go walk towards the door again. Jisung ran to stand in front of you, blocking the way, panicked that if you walked out, he may never see you again. 

“Wait! Wait, wait! Don’t go! I... I think I'm in love with you y/n...” You stopped, turned and suddenly slapped Jisung in the face. You didn’t want to hurt him but you just snapped. 

“How dare you! How dare you talk about me behind my back the way you did, make me feel like I was desperate and crazy, like I was undesirable, now you tell me you only said those things because you were embarrassed by me! Embarrassed for one of your friends to think you were interested in a fat girl! Then you have the AUDACITY to say you’re in love with me! Fuck you Jisung!” You started beating against his chest with your fists as you sobbed and cussed at him. 

“Fuck you! FUCK YOU!” He grabbed your arms trying to calm you down. When you realized he was stronger and easily holding you back from hitting him further you did the only thing you could do and fell into his chest, hysterically crying. Jisung wrapped his arms around you and you both sank to the floor. He held you and rocked you, softly humming until you were letting out little gasps and hiccups trying to get control of yourself. 

“No one has ever hurt me like you did Jisung.” He flinched at your words. Knowing that hit him harder than the slap in the face. 

“I won’t ever be able to say how sorry I am and sorry’s will never be enough but if you’ll give me a chance, I promise I’ll never hurt you like that again. If you give me a chance y/n I’ll love you like no one ever has before.” Jisung’s hands cupped your face and he looked into your eyes with so much conviction it was impossible not to believe him. 

“Jisung... I...” More tears gathered and fell and Jisung swept them away with his thumbs. 

“Please.” He pleaded with you and you gave him a small nod, then he leaned in and softly kissed your lips. It was so warm, inviting, pulling you in for more but instead you pushed against Jisung’s chest and he pulled back and looked at you. Your eyes flicked between his as you searched for any uncertainty but you only saw love. You gripped his shirt where your hand had been resting on his chest and crashed your lips back into his. The kiss was so heated this time, so needy, you had wanted Jisung for so long and now, now you had him. You straddled his lap but didn’t sit your weight on him as your hands cupped his soft cheeks and you continued to make out. Jisung’s arms wrapped around your midsection pulling you close, your chests pressed together. He wanted you as close to him as possible. He pulled away from the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes closed tightly, out of breath from kissing you. 

“Jagi, I want feel every bit of you, want to make you to feel as beautiful as you are...” Jisung toyed with the hem of your hoodie and t-shirt silently asking permission to remove them. You lifted your arms and allowed him to, although you were extremely nervous to be in only your bra in front of him, even in the dim lighting. Jisung lifted the shirt and hoodie over your head and tossed it aside taking in the expanse of skin in front of him. He wanted to touch you everywhere but instead his hands gripped your hips and eased you down so that your full weight was on his lap and your clothed heat was pressing into his hard on. When you opened your mouth to protest putting your weight on him Jisung silenced you with his lips. He gripped your soft hips tighter, fingers digging in to your plush skin as he helped move you back and forth over his erection, finding a rhythm. You pulled away from the kiss panting as Jisung started to meet your grinding with his own. 

“J-Ji... Ji... I don’t want to hurt you...” He stopped, removing his hands from your hips and holding your face so that you couldn’t help but look him in the eyes. 

“Does it look like you’re hurting me?” You bit your lip and softly shook your head no in his hands. Jisung grabbed one of your wrists guiding your hand to grab his hard on underneath you. His eyes closed and his mouth fell open, letting out a breath when you gently squeezed. 

“Does it feel like you’re hurting me?” You were breathless still as you shook your head again. 

“No Jisungie... it feels... good.” You finally breathed out the word. 

“It does feel good jagi. YOU feel good. God keep riding me please!” His hands grazed a soft trail down your full breasts back to your hips urging you to continue your movements. You wrapped your arms around Jisung’s neck and rocked your hips over him again, this time with more vigor and the broken moan that fell from his mouth made you soak your panties. You gripped his broad shoulders and rotated your hips grinding against him with more confidence the more he moaned and panted. 

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum in my pants if you don’t stop jagiya...” You stopped your movements but cupped Jisung’s soft cheeks and continued your assault on his lips. You sat there lazily making out, tongues sliding in and out of each other's mouths, teeth tugging at lips, hands exploring, caressing, until Jisung was forced to pull away to take a breath. His hands ran up your arms and he dragged his fingertips gently back down causing goose bumps to rise in their wake. You looked into his eyes and him into yours, both of you breathless, trying to read the other’s mind. 

“Jisung?” He pressed his lips together giving you a nod and a small smile as his hands found their way to your hips again. 

“Will you... can we...” You knew you wanted Jisung and even though you were on his lap, in your bra and had been kissing and touching each other for quite a bit at that point, you were still self-conscious and scared to ask him what you wanted. You let out a frustrated huff of air, closing your eyes and Jisung cupped your jaw and ran his thumb along your cheek and you looked at him again. 

“Take a deep breath. Whatever you want, whatever you want to ask, it’s okay.” You closed your eyes and took a deep calming breath like Jisung had told you to. 

“Please take me to bed? I want you Jisung, I need you.” You looked down at where you gripped his shirt tightly as you told him exactly what you had been so scared of saying. Jisung dipped his head down catching your eyes in his again. 

“Jagi...” Jisung’s gaze darkened suddenly and before you could think he had his arms wrapped around you and shifted you both so that he was now slotted between your legs laying over you kissing down your neck reaching for the waist band of your pants.  

“Wish you’d worn those shorts again...” He peppered more kisses across your throat and took the fleshy part of your ear lightly between his teeth. 

“You were so fucking SEXY in them I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.” You pushed against Jisung’s chest stopping him then slowly slid out from under him and stood up. He was confused at first, worried maybe he shouldn’t have mentioned the week before but before he could stress out you pushed your sweats down and stood there in your bra and panties. Jisung stood up quickly and took in every inch of skin you were offering up to him. All of it soft, plush, curvy and so inviting. You beckoned him over to you. 

“Come here, touch me Ji.” He didn’t need to be told twice. He invaded your proximity immediately, his hands running along your smooth skin pulling you closer. 

“Fuck you’re gorgeous, don’t know what to touch and kiss first.” Your skin flushed at Jisung’s words and you felt your core throb for him. Jisung’s lips ghosted over your neck before raking his teeth across your collar bone and pulling the prettiest moan he’d ever heard from you. He grabbed your hips and pulled them forward into his. With only his clothes creating a barrier between you, aside from the thin, lacey, boy shorts you were wearing, you could perfectly feel his hard cock pressed against you. Jisung’s eyes closed and his head tilted back a little, he bit his lip and hummed enjoying the warmth of your soft body against his and then he looked at you with a mischievous smile.  

“Come to bed jagi...” He kissed your neck again before pulling you, leading you towards his room, towards his bed. You could feel your nerves starting to come back once you walked into his bedroom. It was still dimly lit but it was brighter than the living room and you felt a bit more exposed and self-conscious. You pulled your hand away from Jisung and went to cover yourself. Jisung grabbed your hand back and pulled you close wrapping his arms around you and pressing his forehead against yours.  

“No. Please? Don’t? You’re perfect,” He peppered soft kisses over your shoulder trying to comfort you and you let out a soft sigh. Jisung pulled away and pulled his shirt off exposing his broad chest and soft tan skin. You would think him evening the playing field by removing some of his clothes would make you feel less nervous but it only made it worse and you went to cover up again. Your hands were slightly shaking when Jisung pulled you close again, his warm skin pressed against yours and you could feel his breath on your neck as he whispered in your ear. 

“You’re so fucking sexy. Please don’t hide.” He pressed soft kisses down the side of your neck again. You could feel tears pricking your eyes and you were so mad at yourself that you were about to ruin this moment. You wanted to believe what he said but you just didn’t feel sexy. Jisung could feel that you were still tense, he pulled back and saw your tears. 

“y/n... what’s wrong? Why are you crying? Did I say something wrong?” You shook your head no. You scoffed at yourself and wiped your tears away. 

“No Ji, it’s okay really, I just need a second. I’m feeling...” You looked down at yourself and Jisung knew. 

“Hey, take a second, take ten, it’s alright jagyia.” He rubbed soft circles on your hips with his thumbs and it started to help your heart rate slow down a bit. When you looked at Jisung again his face was so soft and laced with concern. You leaned in and pressed your lips against his, your fingers threading through the hair at the nape of his neck. It was soft at first but as you felt his skin under your fingertips it became more frenzied. Both of you gripping, squeezing, roaming, moaning into the other’s kiss. You felt a sudden rush of bravery and reached into Jisung’s sweat pants grabbing his dick firmly and stroking it like you had done it to him a hundred times before. It was gentle but not too gentle and the way your thumb brushed that sweet spot under the head of his cock was sinful as you stroked him just fast enough to make him want more.  

“FUCK y/n! Yes, JUST like that.” Jisung lead you towards the bed as you continued to stroke him. When the back of your knees hit the bed you removed your hand from his pants and fell back on it. Your hair spread around your head like an angel and your chest was rising up and down rapidly as you laid there breathless from your desire. Jisung slid his sweats and briefs down at once, his cock springing free and standing firm. It was long and not too thick and curved up. He was gorgeous so it wasn’t surprising that he had a pretty cock too. Feeling it in your hand had been one thing but seeing it now, your mouth watered for him. 

“Jisungie...” You whined for him and he came to kneel between your legs on the bed. His hands traveled up your sides their destination being your breasts which he cupped firmly before grabbing the center of your bra with both hands and ripping it open, your big breasts bouncing free as you gasped in shock. 

“HAN JISUNG, DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH A BRA LIKE THAT COSTS!?” Jisung leaned down sucking a nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and teeth until it was perked and hard effectively stopping your complaint. He let go and smirked at you. 

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it. I’ll buy you a new one jagi.” His lips wrapped around your other nipple and he sucked on it gently as you melted underneath him. Jisung kissed his way down your body until his face hovered right over your clothed core. He gripped your panties and looked up at you. 

“These expensive too?” He said quirking his eyebrow at you. You rolled your eyes at him playfully. 

“YES. And my favorite pair so DON’T rip them.” Jisung pouted and then gently slid your panties over your ass and down your legs.  When his face was lined up with your naked, dripping, cunt you started to feel your heartbeat pick up. Before you had a chance to let your nerves get the best of you again, Jisung spread your lower lips open and licked a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit, sucking the bundle of nerves between his pouty lips and drinking in every bit of you. Your hands gripped Jisung’s hair as he licked, kissed, and sucked on your clit. He was messy but with finesse and between your arousal and his spit and drool you were certain there had to be a puddle forming underneath you. 

“Ji... oh my god! I’m... I’m...” He hummed in satisfaction that he had you unable to form words and the vibrations from his mouth against your pussy sent you reeling into a mind-blowing orgasm. Your thick thighs clamped around Jisung’s head as you thrust your hips up grinding against his tongue and face. Only when your body relaxed back onto the bed and you were a shuddering mess did Jisung stop kitten licking your sensitive clit. He climbed on top of you and started kissing you, first all over your face, then by your ear, down your neck and shoulder. His lips left your skin and he looked at you for a second thinking about how he’d almost fucked everything with you up, about how he could have lost you but now here you were underneath him panting and glowing still trying to recover from your orgasm. When you opened your eyes and looked at Jisung he leaned down and softly kissed your lips as he slowly pushed the tip of his cock inside you. 

“Fuck! So wet, so soft!” The further Jisung sunk into the faster your soft puffs of breath came out and when he bottomed out inside you, you gasped. He looked at you quickly. 

“Are you okay jagi?” You nodded biting your bottom lip overwhelmed by the feeling of him inside you after just coming down from your first orgasm. Jisung rolled his hips testing to see your reaction. Your eyes went wide and you gasped again.  

“Jisungie! Oh, my fucking god! You feel so good inside me! Please don’t stop!” Jisung started giving you steady hip rolls fucking you slow and deep. He thrust his cock deeper into you, his pelvic bone adding pressure to your clit as well. Your body was buzzing with excitement and your fingers and toes felt like they were going numb from the pleasure. The sound of your drenched cunt and Jisung’s hips slapping against your soft thighs egged him on and he started to fuck you faster, pulling out further and pushing back into you harder each time. 

“FUCK jagiya you take my cock so well beautiful. Look at how well we fit together jagi FUCK!” You looked down where Jisung’s dick, coated in your juices, disappeared inside you and clenched at the sight. 

“Fucking perfect just like I said baby, your pussy was made for me, this is mine now.” Jisung spit on two of his fingers and started rubbing your clit quickly pushing you towards your next orgasm that much faster. 

“God YES Ji please... please... please...” Jisung smiled down at you, sweat dripping down his face. 

“Please what gorgeous, what do you want?” You gripped Jisung’s hips, his soft skin warm under your touch. 

“PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER! MAKE ME CUM JI! FILL ME UP JAGIYA!” Jisung lost his mind hearing you say that, call him that. He gripped your hips and started railing you as hard and fast as his body would let him. The sweat from his face and hair dripping down his chest and back now his teeth clamped onto his bottom lip. 

“You’re gonna let me cum in this tight pussy right jagi? You’re gonna take my load and let me mark what’s mine yea?” You moaned out your approval. 

“FUCK yes! Ji fuck fuck! Give me your cum fucking make me yours Jisung... I’m yours!” You came hard around his cock as he continued to drive into you chasing his own climax and prolonging yours. Your body rolled and your hips chased his as you rode out the best orgasm you’d had in your life. 

“FUCKING beautiful! God you’re gorgeous when you cum y/n... FUCK I can feel your pussy quivering on my fucking cock, you feel so good jagi!” You started coming down from the high of your orgasm, body still buzzing like a million bees lived under your skin and you started begging Jisung. 

“Fuck Ji you’re gonna give it to me right? Fuck I want it so bad! Please cum inside me please! It's gonna be a big load yea? Fuck I hope it’s a big load jagiya, need you to fill me up good, need to feel you dripping from my cunt.” Jisung’s head tilted back as his hips stuttered and he unloaded inside you. 

“FUUUUUuuuuuck jagiya FUCK! Fucking take it! You wanted a big load baby there you go! FUCK! Take my cum like a good girl yea?” Jisung stayed buried inside you until his cock started getting soft. When he pulled out a huge trail of cum came dripping out after. Jisung took two fingers and scooped up the mixture of yours and his cum and sucked them clean. 

“Fuck beautiful...” He ran his fingers through the trail of cum still leaking from your hole collecting more of your mingled juices and he brought his fingers to your lips this time. 

“Taste.” You opened your mouth and sucked on his fingers, swirling your tongue around his digits and humming in delight. 

“Good yea jagi? We taste perfect together.” Jisung scooped the remaining cum dripping from you up and pushed it back inside you pumping his fingers slowly in and out. 

“J-Jisung... I... I ca-” 

“One more jagiya, just one more, you can give me one more yea?” Jisung’s fingers picked up speed and he fucked them into you harder, curling them and easily finding your g-spot. 

“FUCK JI! I... I... FUCK JI!” That was exactly what he was looking for, he plunged his fingers deep into you only bringing them out a millimeter or so and pushing them deeper, then leaned down and sucked your cum glazed clit into his mouth, slurping on you as he fucked your hole hard with his fingers, the cum he filled you with coating them and dripping down your asshole, causing you to clench around his fingers that seemed to find that delicious spot inside you with precision. 

“Squirt for me jagiya, fucking cum on me baby.” He whispered against your pussy before diving back in and devouring your cunt like a ravenous animal. Between Jisung’s fingers and mouth the taut string inside you snapped. 

“MMmm FUCK FUCK JI OH FUCK I’M COMING I'M COMING!” You had never squirted before in your life but suddenly you were soaking Jisung and his sheets. His fingers, still deep inside you, gently massaging your g-spot, giving your clit tiny little licks with the tip of his tongue as you finished coming on his face and started twitching and shuddering from the overstimulation. When Jisung removed his fingers and sat up you saw your cum dripping from his chin and glistening on his chest. 

“Oh my god, did I?!” Jisung smirked and leaned over kissing your lips softly before giggling against them. 

“Cum all over me? Yea baby you did and it was sexy as fuck!” You blushed and tried to push him off as he buried his face in the crook of your neck and tickled you with his kisses and love bites. You pushed harder and he finally sat up, he got very quiet and looked down at you softly smiling. The longer Jisung’s eyes roamed your naked body the more uncomfortable you got. Now that you weren’t caught up in the heat of the moment and lost in the pleasure Jisung had been giving you, the little negative voices in your head came back to put you back in your place. You grabbed a throw blanket he had at the foot of his bed and went to cover up feeling far to exposed in the moment. Jisung thought you looked so beautiful; you didn’t need to cover up. He wished he had never said the things he did, that he’d never made an insecurity you already had worse. He had looked at you laying there your full breasts, the soft tummy rolls, the plush love handles just over your hips, your thick ass and thighs, FUCK you were perfect but when you saw him staring at you like that you only felt overwhelmed by your doubts about your body. 

“Why don’t we go take a shower yea? Get cleaned up and go to bed?” Jisung’s suggestion sounded so tempting, a nice hot shower after getting fucked senseless but it also meant standing under florescent bathroom lights where he’d be able to see ever stretch mark, every dimple of cellulite, every flaw. He could see you having an internal battle with yourself over it. 

“Hey...” You looked up at him like you’d been startled from your thoughts. 

“I know whatever is going on in that gorgeous noggin of yours is my fault right now...” You pressed your lips together. 

“Jisung no...” He shook his head and put up his hand stopping you. 

“y/n yes, it is. It might have been something you were self-conscious about already but I only threw fuel on the fire. I PROMISE I will do whatever I can to prove to you that you are a beautiful human being, just the way you are. I PROMISE I’ll always make sure to tell you how absolutely stunning you are and how you are leaps and bounds out of my league and yet for some reason you slum it for me.” He winked at you and you laughed. 

“So... shower?” He suggested again. You smiled and nodded. Jisung stood up and offered his hand to help you off the bed. You headed to the bathroom with Jisung fused to your back kissing whatever his lips could find. 

“You know if we fuck in the shower I could cum all over these and clean you right up.” His hand squeezed your breasts tightly before roaming over your tummy, your hips and ass. You were barely up the hall and Jisung was already trying to slide his fingers through your folds again. When you got to the bathroom door you turned and pecked his lips. 

“That’s true jagiya, or you could cum down my throat and I could just swallow it and have no mess at all.” You licked up his lips to the tip of his nose and went into the bathroom as he stood there speechless for a moment before chasing after you.

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[foreverdolly]

Stay-at-Home Sweater Dad Elvis fixin' peanut butter banana sandwiches for the kids 🥪🥪🥪

“Where is mama?” Teddy asked for the third time in a row, standing in the doorway to the kitchen. He kicked his small leg back and forth as he gripped onto the doorframe, his little sock covered feet sliding against the tiled floors. Elvis let out a small sigh as he cut the sandwich in half, arranging the pieces on his children’s plastic plates. “She’s sick, baby. She’s upstairs resting in mama and daddy’s room.” He opened up the fridge, pulling out a container that had a few carrot sticks that Miss Mary had already cut up for the kids. He had decided to give the woman the day off, letting her get situated in her new home. Elvis had recently surprised her with a house of her own, buying it for her so that she wouldn’t have to keep living in an apartment complex. She made constant complaints about her younger neighbors being disrespectful, and Elvis didn’t take kindly to anyone treating his loved ones badly.

He placed a few on each plate before shoving it back in the fridge. You, your husband and your children had been spending a lot of time up at the Buddhist gardens recently, and seeing the way that they lived had inspired the both of you. You two were on a health binge, throwing out anything that contained unnatural sugars, dyes or large quantities of unhealthy fat. Which meant no bacon. It had been a difficult sacrifice for Elvis, but the man was thirty four and hadn’t felt this good in his entire life. 

Peanut butter had been the one thing that he refused to give up, and so you and Miss Mary had perfected a homemade recipe, which was made with honey rather than cane sugar. It was better than the jarred stuff, that was for sure. His love for peanut butter and banana sandwiches had been passed down to his children, and so whenever it was his turn to take care of the kids? They got what they wanted, because he spoiled them rotten. You pretended to be stern about his constant cooing and pampering, but he knew that you secretly loved it. “Why is she sick, daddy?” His son had an even stronger southern drawl than he did, but it was only because the six year old boy was missing his two front teeth. He smiled to himself before turning around, pointing the butter knife at him. “She got it from you, lil’ boy. Now you’re feelin’ better and runnin’ amok in the house. I liked you better when you were all sweet and cuddly two days ago.” Teddy wrinkled his nose, grinning up at his father before running over to his side, wrapping his arms tightly around his leg. Elvis reached his hand down, running his ring clad fingers through the boy’s hair. Your son was the spitting image of Elvis. Looked just like him to the point where it was a little scary sometimes. His mannerisms though? All you. 

“Where’s your baby sister, hm?” Elvis grabbed the plates, hobbling into the hallway that led down to the jungle room. Teddy was still clinging to his leg, refusing to let go. The father just dragged the kid through the house, used to his antics. “Daisy Lynn Presley! Get your tiny butt down here!” He called out, ducking his head into rooms to see if he could catch sight of his runaway toddler. The ebony haired man stumbled a bit as his son put all his weight on his leg, chuckling as he gently tried to kick him off. “You tryin’ to kill me, boy?” Teddy shook his head, giggling as he let go to run off in the direction of the jungle room, plopping himself down on the hideous couch so that he could be right in front of the television. Elvis handed the boy his plastic plate, placing the other one on the coffee table as he started his search. 

After he had checked the lower level of the house and found that the small girl was nowhere in sight, he began to grow panicked. He was quick to climb the stairs two at a time, but froze as he saw her small form in front of the closed bedroom door. She was sitting down on the carpeted floor, looking up expectantly at the door as she gently knocked every few seconds. You were probably passed out cold from all the cold medicine Elvis had given you this morning. Poor little thing- you were as sick as a dog. “Daisy girl, what are you doin’, baby?” He cooed, moving to reach down and pick her up. Weaning her off of her pacifiers had been an uphill battle, so when she started mumbling around the paci, he was quick to grab the end of it, pulling it out of her mouth. “You gave your daddy a heart attack. What were you thinkin’ climbing up the stairs all by yourself? You could fall.” He started his descent, and she was quick to look over his shoulder. “Mama!” She reached out with her small hands, motioning over towards the door. “Mama is sick, baby girl. I don’t want you to catch it.” There was nothing that Elvis hated more than seeing his family sick or injured. He felt bad for you, and had been checking in on you every hour, making sure to give your sweaty forehead extra kisses.

Elvis had seen just how bad off you were with your headaches and stuffy nose, and the last thing he wanted was for your small daughter to be just as bad. Her body was so tiny, afterall. “I’ve got peanut butter and banana sandwiches downstairs, baby. Let’s go watch some cartoons, alright? And then after that, we can go outside and play on the golf carts.” And with that he plopped his daughter down onto the couch next to his son, handing her half of the sandwich he had made for them. She was quick to abandon her pacifier, making quick work of the sandwich. Teddy had already finished his and was currently staring at the television, munching on his carrots. “You gotta eat all of those, alright?” The boy was too engrossed in The Muppets to pay any mind to his father. “Theodore, look at me when I’m talkin’ to you, baby.” Teddy turned his head, looking at his daddy before picking up another carrot. “That’s my boy.”

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[sadsimp]

Johnny Hcs

Warnings: Talks of murder, cannibalism, kidnapping (it’s Johnny what were you expecting?), and describing his dick, let me know if I missed anything <3 

Have some more of Johnny 😈

*Body*

Stands at 6 ft and 2 inches and weighs 200 lbs (canon) and it’s all muscle. Muscular but not to the point where it’s too much I think. Helps him get peoples attention so he can lead/kidnap them back to the house and overpower people easily 

Shows off his muscles subtly and makes it look like he doesn’t mean to do it, it just 

happens(he does mean to) 

The only fat he has on him is his ass and thighs

I’m joking I’m joking (I’m not)

I’m surprised he’s not as tan as I would expect, he’s kinda pale?? Might be just my lighting but he’s not tan at all

Has scars all over his body. Got quite a few scars from fights whether from victims or when he was a kid. I hc that he wears the gloves because he burned both his hands pretty bad and I think it was because he was doing something stupid (like holding a firecracker and letting Sissy light it)

Speaking of hands, big. Nice long and semi thick fingers? Doesn’t like it when people look or touch them. I think it’ll take forever til he’ll let you and if you say something that he finds odd, you won’t ever touch them again. 

He probably won’t let you paint his nails 😭 it’ll take a lot of convincing to let him paint his nails and if he does?? Makes you do black only at first then maybe blue if he sees that if makes you super happy and he gets some sort of “payment” *wink wink hint hint nudge nudge* 

He pretty much takes care of any injuries he gets by himself. Just washes with water and bandages it up. Does okay with stitches if he needs them? But his hands shake a bit so it’s not really neat

I feel like his hair is greasy and thick. It’s only soft when he blow dries it, the softness only lasts for a day though. Doesn’t like when people touch it but he lets them to make them more comfortable and so he can bring them back home. It looks dark brown to me so that’s what I’m going with 

If he’s in a relationship with you? first of all how did you manage that?? And secondly, he  might let you play with his hair after a good while but I wouldn’t count on it and only if he’s serious about you

Kinda has good hygiene? Like, he showers and brushes his teeth because nobody wants stanky breath and BO but he’s not the cleanest 

Has a lovely arch nose <3 I can imagine the Reader pulling on it as a way to mess with him 😩

Has very pretty brown eyes <3 and very nice eyelashes if you ever seen the tcm petals

Dick talk (lmao)

I personally think this man is packing. A little over 7 inches, very thick and but not too veiny. Fills you up nicely but it does sting sometimes when he doesn’t prep you enough (or at all)

Curves a bit to the left <3 and I’m sorry but he has hairy balls (he has to, he has the energy) 

Has a big bush, man does not shave and will not. Might trim it a bit but doesn’t put any effort into it. 

Also doesn’t mind a bush or body hair on any partners either surprisingly, since they can’t really afford razors he’s used to everyone not shaving at all unless he or Sissy steals it for everyone 

Has a nice happy trail too😩 it’s not a lot but it’s noticeable. Goes a tiny bit about his bellybutton and it’s the same color as his hair. Hairy legs too but his arms aren’t really that hairy. He has a bit of a stubble too <3

*General*

I heard someone saying that he’s the youngest?? Normally Bubba is the youngest?? Johnny has to be old enough to go to bars so I’m going to say he’s about 25-26 

Motherfucker snores like a train. Sometimes he takes snoring if he hasn’t fallen asleep yet just to catch victims escaping 

Pet names I think he would use (if you surprisingly ended up with him) are: Sugar, Darling, Princess/Prince, Sweatpea, Sunshine, Baby Doll, and I really think he would also use Precious. 

“Ain’t you so precious.” Then mf bites you, slaps away and runs laughing like a manic

He tries to give you a hug when he comes in all sweaty from working outside (he smells don’t let him)

Definitely has a type (it’s you bestie, you’re his type)

Like with the tcm petals thing, he can’t sneak very well because of his keys(at least I think) He also sounds like he stomps everywhere he goes😭

Probably only wears jeans and t shirts. I can see him dressing up a bit for going out but nothing to fancy

I think someone in the family has to have some type of job, Johnny is the only one who works along with Cook. (Haven’t watched the movies but I plan too I just don’t wanna pay 😭)  I can’t really decide on what he would do though, maybe a mechanic? Plumber?

( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

I do think he likes to fix things, any problems with the house? He’s on it. A hole is in the roof? Just give him a couple of days, he’ll get it done

I’ve seen a few people say this, he’s favorite part is the thigh, and I completely agree

Does know how to cook but unfortunately it’s people💀

He does hunt/fish a lot too so he can definitely cook em up

I can imagine you’re trying to escape and you pass by the garage and he’s just skinning an animal that’s up on a hook and then notices you😟

Anyways-

I don’t really think he’s all the suave?? He’s kinda a meanie tbh😭  But I think it’s all just an act to get people more comfortable with him, he’s just doing what he’s seen on TV

I truly believe he’s a giant goofball. A big meanie goofball who’s also a narcissist and very manipulative 

I feel like he played pranks a lot as a kid but he’s pranks were setting something on fire or throwing a victim’s underwear in someone’s face instead of y’know, normal shit? 

He will bite you and draw blood just because he thinks it’s funny. I personally don’t think he’d use his knife on you though, that’s only for food

Very competitive and will come up with the stupidest “challenges” just so he can show he’s better. Poor Bubba is forced into them😭 

I can’t decide if Johnny is older, younger or around the same age as Bubba T^T

Probably does some woodworking too. Makes a bunch of different from birds to flowers to trying to make a replica of a persons face he likes 

That’s all I got for now😭 I’m sorry if I messed some info up but these are my hcs for our babygirl Johnny :3 Hope you enjoyed! <3

@dreamties <3

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[gamblersdoll]

THE WARM THE COLD THE SIX… chapter 2

tw: sexual thoughts/touching, masturbation.

“fuck.” geto had cursed out, a hair tie popping in his hand and you chuckled, giving him a scrunchy. “you sure?” he had asked, looking down at you.

“yeah, im ordering more anyway.” you had said, putting soap on your face to finish washing up. you had woken up earlier with geto, and sometimes you liked it when you did, since it was peaceful.

geto loved it, because he can see a raw form of you, and he could talk to you.

“so.. did you sleep well?” he had asked , trying to spark conversation. he wasnt too bad nor was he too good, he was just somehow shy around you. he paid attention to little things most definitely, like how much sugar you like in your tea or coffee, favorite foods, if you like sweet or sour or savory things , maybe spicy?

or how he paid attention to your glossed up lips, or how you would spread lotion on your legs…

no geto, that isnt right.

“i slept okay, and you?” you answered , not paying much attention, only just now looking in his direction. it always made him happy when you did, meaning that you can see if he had messy hair and needed to fix it, or to compliment his stretched ears.

“slept decent, gojo was on the game last night though so you know he was annoying.” geto joked, speaking of which—

“haa? you were playing with me!” gojo said, barging into the kitchen. “hows my wifey doing? you didnt miss me too much did you?” gojo said, putting his hands on your shoulders.

“in your dreams, delulu head.” you said, starting breakfast so you all could get ready for the day. the place was running out of some things and gojo wouldnt stop complaining about not having food or snacks. “eat before it gets cold.”

gojo smirked a bit, before leaning to your height and whispering to you…

“you know im gunna eat, baby.” he said, he commonly did this to you, but he never touched you, meanwhile he was putting his hands on your waist and attempting to pull you into his body—

“satoru!” geto hollered, walking to the living room to eat. “leave her ‘lone!” he shouted again.

“yeah yeah!” gojo hollered back, grabbing a plate and eating. all of you had your fill, it only being seven in the morning. so, you decided to leave around ten or ten thirty, and relaxed in your rooms.

……..

if there was one of the reasons gojo liked you, was because you were hard to get.

gojo, with his cock in hand, and arm draped over his eyes, he bit his lip to the thought of you giving him the best head.

“fuck, ma..” he groaned, squeezing his cock as if you were only sucking on his fat tip and he rolled his eyes back. he loved when you put lip gloss on , especially the ones with a tint or glitter. he liked how you wouldnt give him the time of day, making him having to work harder– fuck he was getting close, whenever youd dance with geto to certain music, how your hips would have a natural sway when you walked, when youd share a drink with geto as a indirect kiss or when youwouldlickyourlips—

geto, in the shower with a pocket pussy with your skin tone, letting water run through his hair and body while he leaned over to watch himself fuck his cock to the thought of you oiling his ears with jojoba oil , how that always felt oh so good, too good. or when your shirt fits you all baggy and he just ponders what kind of body you have under all that, when gojo would pin you to a wall and look down at you, when you would put your hair up in a ponytail or smack your lips– fuck hes getting close… or when he would look down at you or just smell yournaturalsmell—

“fuckshit!” geto moaned out.

“fuckshit!” gojo moaned out.

they both panted in unison, both rolling their eyes to the fact of it takes nothing much for you to make them cum, how you probably knew you had this ability… oh shit.

its ten fifteen!

gojo and geto both met you downstairs and to no avail, you were there with arms folded and foot tapping against the pavement.

“in our defense—“ gojo started, but you interrupted him.

“nope, just apologize and lets go get the stuff.” you said, pretending to be pissed, but only because gojo was hard headed. they both did apologize and all of you were headed to the market.

maybe about ten minutes into shopping, something felt off. all three of you were to go separate ways to find your own things, but it was like you werent alone.

when you three were supposed to meet back up at the frozen dessert isle, they watched from afar.

to watch you talking to among another man, who wasnt geto. who wasnt gojo. how could he even get your attention? he wasnt shit. geto tried to keep his cool, but gojo wasnt any better, you didnt pay it any mind, thinking they werent close yet. and the other man, who you learned his name was maiakai, finally walked off and you went about your business.

“you boys find what you want?” you asked innocently, but also flatly. you watched them nod, somewhat being quiet and then gojo started spewing about whatever game he was looking for.

geto knew gojo was trying to not lose his temper, know how gojo felt about you. gojo knew geto wasnt really talkative when he wasn’t happy. two peas in a big ass pod, but thats why they were friends.

once the three of you were home, you decided to take a cat nap, because you certain woke up too early. gojo and geto didnt mind of course, but it left them time.

“so, whatd you find?” gojo had asked, mindlessly playing his game so he wouldnt think too much about mr. rando. geto and him decided to take action and try to find him out.

“his name is maiakai. hes not a sorcerer, but i think he likes her.” geto said, calmly. he shouldnt be this calm, but he learned how to, from both of you.

maiakai would soon regret thinking about speaking to you, or breathing your air.

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[sterekchub]

Hi! Love all the ideas, how about a Professor!Derek and Assistant!Stiles. Stiles is secretely bringing food and snacks to Derek's office, making him balloon up, turn into a glutton and eventually become a total slob. Imagine all those suits he would outgrow!

Ooooh. Derek the grumpy professor who is always following every rule to a T, never allows eating in his classes….no assistant wants to be assigned him. Stiles totally takes that as a challenge.

(I can also see maybe Stiles as a science undergrad who is sneaking those extra calories and his new appetite stimulating projects into Derek’s morning coffee).

Goes from “I’m not eating donuts, Stiles. Those are all sugar.”

To stuffing one in his mouth when his stomach suddenly growls mid lecture.

Most lectures? He’s sweating and trying not to turn red as Stiles does his best to embarrass him him.

***

“Better eat up, Professor. I want to see those buttons pop.”

Derek spends the rest of his class behind the podium to hide his arousal. Even worse- three classes later, two of his shirt buttons go clattering to the ground.

***

“If you’ll check the syllabus you’ll see *BUAAARP*” Derek turns bright red and apologies. When the class leaves he glares at Stiles.

“How is that my fault!”

“I asked for a coffee this morning and you brought me that- that cream filled thing!”

“Ummm it’s a frappe and you loved it.”

***

Derek coming and brushing powdered sugar off the front of his shirt, resting a hand on his belly and sighing like he doesn’t know how it got there.

“Had breakfast without me?”

“I was up early.” Derek lied.

“Guess you’re too full for these, then!” He barely pulls out the box of pastries from Derek’s favorite bakery before one is being snatched away.

***

Derek starts going from eating between classes, to eating during class. Stiles is holding back his laughter hanging back papers that have Derek’s chip dust, chicken finger grease fingers prints on them.

Stiles stands in the back the class one day and take a picture of Derek standing at his usual podium. Shows it to him after class- Derek’s gotten wide enough that both sides stick out past it. Derek….finds it hotter than he should and ends up fucking Stiles against the desk, the entire time Stiles staring at the picture.

***

The lecture Derek has to cancel midway through because Stiles took him to a lunch buffet first, and kept pushing him to eat more and more…Derek used to try and eat decently well in the campus cafeteria but Stiles has been pushing Derek to eat worse than a college frat boy, and Derek so easily gives in, knowing all that junk will leave him gassy all day.

Derek waddles into his class and is about 10 minutes in when he feels his bloated stomach start groaning and churning…

“Um…family emergency I need to leave, sorry, do the reading I’ll see you next week.” He lies, gritting his teeth and clenching as best he can as students file out.

“Sounds serious,” Stiles laughs.

Derek lets out a huge exhale. “Fuck ...*Pffpffrttt*... off.”

He waddles off to the bathroom with Stiles still laughing behind him.

****

The classes he teaches in front of the class with his belly hanging out of his shirt.

The day he was running late and had spent too many nights with Stiles (which meant being stuffed and rimmed until he couldn’t think straight) so his laundry pile was high and his pile of “clothes I’m too fat for” was even higher, so he had to grab a coffee stained shirt and pants that wouldn’t button and hope for the best…

****

Derek struggling to fit into the classroom door and Stiles has to keep giving his backside a solid shove.

The times Derek lost a bet to Stiles and before class began- had to guzzle down as many milkshakes as he could. Spends the entire lecture gassy and belching every other word, milkshake still stuck in his beard..

The walk to his classroom starting to leave Derek winded and sweaty…and Stiles plays innocent but his suit jacket is missing and he’s forced to teach the class with a shirt missing a button and far too small, and very obvious sweat stains.

Eventually Derek ends up teaching from a seat in the front of the class, ass hanging off the chair, food in one hand, notes in another….students can barely hear a word he’s saying over the munching and crunching and belches and burps….but hey- perks of having tenure!

And then of course the day the his chair let out an awful creaking noise seconds before Derek is sent tumbling to the ground.

“You *BRRRPPphh* said *Plbllpffttt* the weight limit was *urrRPPphh*six- BlllffftTT* six-hundred.”

Stiles helps him to his feet, hands buried in his fleshy sides. “You’re the professor…figure it out!”

[bookishtheaterlover7]

Wow!

First of all, I'd like to congratulate Chris' team for learning, for once. Y'all actually had a sighting that isn't blurry...👏

Now, let's once again prove how flimsy this whole thing is...

Special thanks to that very good friend for providing me pics, and keeping me in the loop, as well as pointing out things I wouldn't have noticed, otherwise 🫶

Let's examine the photos.

Now, honestly, this looks old. Chris looks healthier, he still has fat, and he doesn't look dead inside. Unlike during NYCC.

Let me just throw some shade, because he honestly looks happier in the new one, than in the photos from the V-Day dump🤭 Also, did him and Albitch decide to stick to only a handful of clothes from their wardrobe?

Because the guy might be wearing to similar of a jacket, to the NYCC one. Not to mention, he wore the same shirt to NYCC as that hilarious "get me away from here" pap walk through New York?

Also, the "fan" that posted those photos said that she spent time looking for them. Because Albitch told her where they were... I refer you to this post, for more shade.👇

And my friend pointed this out, not sure if it's true, but Chris' medallion has apparently been missing/edited out of photos. Kind of like Dodger's tail 🤭 I don't know if it's true. But if it is, what do they have against it?

And to drive this home, people are saying the girl in the shades might be the witch herself. And let me just say...

She has clothes other than the boring browns and whites she's been wearing. That aren't the photos she uses to bait potential sugar daddies 👀😱

And why the hell didn't the "fan" take a pic with both of them, if SHE was with him. Is she not famous enough? Is she not pretty enough?

Points to her for not being near the bitch. And further proving a very tried and true thing, THEY'RE NEVER SEEN TOGETHER OUTSIDE OF PHOTO DUMP AND THE BLURRY "SIGHTINGS"

The fans from the comment section are definitely part of the MVP of the aftermath of this whole thing 😆

Credit to my good friend again 🥰

All of this to say, the strike is over, but this shitshow will keep going. They basically confirmed they ain't legal(at least from what y'all told me how American Citizenship involving a foreigner works. 90 DAYS PEOPLE!!! Why do you think the show is called 90 DAY FIANCE?!) And they're still not seen in the same photo. As well as, the timing of this photo mentioning the both of them when HE has an event coming up alongside other actors, and SHE has a movie that's going to showcase her lackluster skills 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

And just to stir shit up, apparently Albitch's mother has liked comments against Chris. Calling him a pedo...🤔🙃 Makes one think doesn't it?

And one last thing for me to nail another one of their coffins, mighty convenient that you can't see his left hand in this photo too 👀 it's conveniently behind the "fan".

Now that this mess is vented out, Imma head to bed. Feel free to comment and share more. Because God knows there's a lot more to attack ✌️

And once more for the trolls, and the ones STILL thinking that this is real true love🖕

Until next time, fellow fan boys and girls 😘

#booky reacts #booky's fed up! #chris evans #chris evans fandom #Albitch #I'm sorry are you two taking turns showing your faces? #chris and alba pr #STORY IS THIN AF #Fandom Discussions with Booky #tea with Booky #👀☕ #thank you again to my good friend for helping me #love ya 👸

[mr2swap]

Maybe I'll stay

-What did I do wrong? WHY THE FUCK DID I GAIN 2 KILOS THIS WEEK?- It had been 2 weeks since my grandson Jeremy and I had that big fight, we can never stand each other, but because of the appreciation I had for him when he was just a child, I let him live with me. He was disgusted by my way of life, “Grandpa makes me sick to see you sitting for hours on the couch in front of the TV, could you get up and get out of the house for a couple of hours? A girl is coming tonight, and I don't want her to see you” I had heard his hurtful words from him for too long, I was fed up with him behaving like this when I offered him to live with me when his parents kicked him out of the house.

-THIS IS NOT POSSIBLE, THIS SHIT MUST BE BROKEN! I'M GOING TO LOOK FOR ANOTHER SCALE- I couldn't help but laugh as I walked slowly to complain to one of the coaches that his equipment was "broken"

-You better make it quick kid, you know what that means. you're going to stay in that body another week, and I'll stay in yours...- I and my grandson Jeremy made a little bit, if he managed to lose a couple of kilos in my body and not be so unpleasant I would agree to leave the house when He will take all the girls he wants to the house and when I die my house and my car will be all his, I had completely forgotten the magic relic that I got on my trip to India a couple of decades ago, I never thought I would use it and much less with my grandson.

But the first moment I put my mind on his hot, muscular young body, I knew I didn't want to get out of it. My grandson had everything to gain, with my house and all my belongings, and I had nothing to lose but leaving the house and fulfilling his whim to my inconsiderate grandson, we both touched the ancient statue of that Indian god at the same time and our consciousness traveled from our bodies to the statue and then to the body of the other, it was like being on a roller coaster for one second.

My grandson was more concerned about not missing a day at the gym before finishing university, all of us in the family did not understand why he made such a stupid decision, but now that I have his body and all his long work in the gym I can understand it, I feel incredible! Now I can understand what a shitty body he had.

I've been swapping out Jeremy's lean food for the greasy version, adding sugar to his protein shakes, and leaving cold beer and ice cream in the fridge for that greasy bag of trash to see so he can't get his body back.

Maybe this will teach my grandson a lesson about not making fun of his grandpa, or maybe I'll stay in his hot young body forever who knows, all I know is that the blonde girl in the gym keeps staring at my huge biceps and she'll be in my bed tonight, I just hope the fat drunk old man watching tv in the living room doesn't bother my new girl.

esp:https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sc51kzzn7eKSqr3ypBPOpa_b6HwVYNkhKeDG-KBAj80/edit?usp=sharing

I wrote this story in May, if you are interested in my stories you can take a look at my patreon account, otherwise you can contact me on my Discord server, because for some reason I can't receive messages on Tumblr.

#male body swap #bodyswap #body switch #body swap #male transformation

[poetrybyvioley]

i miss being your daughter

we were close when i was little

you called me your sugar plum fairy

sat by my bed when my dreams were too scary

i didn’t know at the time that our relationship was so brittle

you had mixed feelings about your own mother

maybe that’s why you act the way you do

you rip me apart and then try to patch it up with glue

we both know you wouldn’t ever do that to my brother

you called me an addict because i would bite my nails

while you’d have at least two drinks everynight

you’d buy a pack of cigarettes everyday, and have one at the stoplight

then after dinner you’d sit in the backyard, in the dark, and smoke with the snails

called me fat in the women’s dress section of the department store

told me to cut down on popsicles for the summer

to me it was more than just a bummer

not that it matters but i know when you were my age you weighed more

never taught me the things you should teach your daughter

told me i needed to shave

yet you never taught me how as if id learn via radio wave

instead my blood just mixed with the shower water

you cry that your mother is dead

saying she was a bad mother and that you wish you got closure

yet you stand in the crowd watching me like i’m a tiger an inclosure

and you don’t say anything as i’m about to lose my head

#shit poetry #bad poetry #beginner writer #poems and poetry #poems on tumblr #poetry #sad poem #sad poetry #sad thoughts #mommy issues

[cloud-fairy-boy]

Ed tips that’ll keep you safe and skinny because we all know we won’t stop until we get there so let’s make sure that we make it there alive with functioning organs <3

Do NOT get an ed/4na etc buddy

I know this sounds weird but bear with me. I’m not saying “don’t make friends within the ed community” ofc by all means let’s be friends but it’s extremely dangerous to “encourage each other” to st4rve and shit even when it’s done unknowingly or with the intent of “help and support”. What we’re doing is already dangerous so let’s not encourage each other any further. When I was my lowest I had a real life bff that also had an ed and we would encourage each other and compete knowingly or unknowingly. It’s not a good relationship. Just be friends in a normal way idk send memes and vent every once in a while

Don’t chew too much gum

Yes, gum is amazing gum is awesome sometimes we use it as a meal substitute but 1) it weirdly has a lot of sugar in it and if you’re the type to switch to a new gum once the taste is gone you could be getting a lot of calories unknowingly. I once finished a pack of gum in one day and it racked up to 100 calories. That’s not worth spending on sugar you should eat some cucumber or something nutritious instead 2) it can definitely give you cavities if you go overboard because of the sugar 3) it can cause di4rrhe4 when consumed excessively 4) it can upset your stomach and cause aches if you chew on it for a very long time

Go out & drink water

We’re just houseplants with complicated emotions and childhood trauma. It’s important to get enough vitamin D for your bones to compensate for all the nutrients we miss out on. Also we don’t want to be depressed we just want to be sk1nni so don’t stay holed up in your room all day. Go out and move your body + if you eat 100 cals and just lay in bed all day you won’t be able to lose weight effectively because then your body will get into starvation mode and hang onto the fat in the body. Instead eat a bit more to gain some energy and burn it by being outside even if it’s just a walk. Actually walking is the best exercise especially for ed people but some of us aren’t ready for that conversation lmao

And for water you gotta have it frequently and have it plenty. But not too much all at once because you can d1e. I don’t remember the whole thing but you can look it up I know there’s been a recorded case of someone dy1ing from drinking too much water at once. But other than that if you struggle to drink water because you don’t like the taste etc I won’t tell you to put more shit in it to make it taste better because let’s all accept that putting fruit and water together makes them both nasty. Instead put your water into a relatively small but long bottle that can easily bend. Then while the bottle is in your mouth (bear with me ik it sounds super weird rn) put the bottle on a higher surface but not too high or you could choke on it. Just enough for water to flow into your mouth. Then you let go of the bottle and DONT TOUCH IT this way you will have no choice but to drink the whole thing. And dw you won’t drown because you can obviously stop to breathe between sips and you don’t have to do it quickly AND YOU CAN OBVIOUSLY TAKE THE BOTTLE AND JUST STOP DOING IT this is just something I’ve came up with to drink more water it makes it kinda like a carnival game idk lmao

If you feel like you’re about to faint don’t push it and give in

Okay now we all probably know how it feels to faint. But we also know that it kinda comes in waves. You can definitely feel that you’re gonna faint at least 20 minutes before it happens. So unless you’re in the middle of a fucking road where cars go and shit just stop on your tracks and sit down. In a store, at school, at the gym, in the bus etc literally no one gives a shit. It’s better to get some dust on your butt than to hit your head somewhere and d1e.

Have an emergency kit on you at all times

This is not a fucking anti binge box no it’s for actual health emergencies. In it you will have pads for surprise periods (let’s all admit that none of us have them regularly at this point so every time is a surprise) OR big wounds and nosebleeds. We’re already malnourished so when we loose blood it’s even more dangerous. You’ll also put water, candy, protein bars (I recommend kinds that you actively hate or ones that taste bad and no I don’t mean rotten or stuff you’re allergic to this is just to keep us from eating them unless we absolutely need them) in case you faint. I also recommend a little slip of paper with a trusted friend or family member’s number, your blood type, chronic illnesses and allergies etc in case you faint and need medical help while you’re unconscious

Don’t wear your binder too much

This is for my fellow binder buddies (god this sounded like a corporate slogan I hate it). It’s already very dangerous to use binders for more than 6 hours at a time but when you’re already low on nutrients and probably running around in hopes of burning calories you DEFINITELY shouldn’t wear your binder AT ALL. Instead opt for a sports bra while you’re exercising or you’re especially low on food that day. I know it’s very difficult to live with body dysmorphia AND dysphoria but we want to stay alive so we gotta do our best.

This was all for today peeps if there’s anything you want advice on put them in the rbs or comments I’ll read all of them like the morning paper. Stay safe, alive and hydrated

#ed #edmeme #edmemes #ed advice #anar3xia #anrexx #anroxia #ed shit #edstuff #tw ed #an0r3xic #an0rexic #an0rex14 #not pro just using tags #not pr0 4na #pr0anna #not pr0 mia #mi4 #pro mi4 #skinnyyy #skinnysp0 #getting skiny #sk1nn1 #i wanna be sk1nny #th11n$p0 #th1nn

[minhosimthings]

Gummy bears please?

Synopsis: In which Jake wants gummy candy.

Warnings: FLUFF AND FLUFF

Pairings: Sim Jaeyun/Jake × gn!reader, implied shorter reader

A/N: dumb little drabble of mine cause I cannot write another chapter of anything rn. Oh and it's not specified what the gummy actually is because gummy to me is gummy candy which includes gummy bears and all the other sugary stuff! So if you call it something else, I don't know what to do!

Song rec: Melting by Kali Uchis.

"Omg babe the store's still open!" Your boyfriend of five years, Jaeyun or Jake, was tightly holding your hand and basically dragging you behind him as you strode up to the twenty four hour convenience store near your house. The snow was thick today and your Wellington boots were fighting for their life as your legs were half immersed in the snow. "Darling, it's a twenty four hour store. It's always open." You laughed at your boyfriend's sad puppy face as you corrected him and entered the store, pushing the transparent door which had 'pull' clearly written in green on it. "Hey Y/nnie!" The blonde haired cashier with the cutest cheeks and a green apron greeted you from the front counter. This place was a cute little blue building and you and Jake knew most of the employees who came here since every piece of utility in your house came from here, from the tiny little iron nails to the heavy curtain rods. "Hey Sunoo. Working the late shift again?" You asked the boy as his face formed into a pout and he sulked. "I'm stuck with Jay Hyung again. Like why me? I'm just doing this for a raise in my monthly allowance and every single time luck seems to be against my favour." "Yah atleast you got stuck with me and not Riki. Be thankful you spoilt brat." A husky voice came from the shadows behind Sunoo as Jay came carrying two purple bags, clad in the same apron as Sunoo. Jay and Sunoo were school mates who had studied with Jake and their relationship could basically be described as grumpy × sunshine, except most of the time you didn't know who was who. You gently smiled at Jay and turned to around, to not only find your boyfriend missing, but also to hear your name being screamed at a very high pitch from somewhere across the store. You sighed and smiled to yourself and went across the aisles to find Jake. You shouldn't have given him that experimental cup of lavender infused coffee because now, at twelve in the morning he was an overactive golden retriev- oh sorry a cream border collie.

You looked around the wooden shelves of the sanitary items isle and through a tiny gap in between the shelves, you spotted a patch of messy brown hair. You wound around the aisle you were in and went into the next one, to find Jake kneeling in front of a multicolored bag. Of course. Where else would you find a hyperactive Jake if not in the candy aisle? You really didn't want Jake to have more sugar, because if he did, oh he wouldn't sleep until next year's first snow (which would allow you to fall in love with him all over again). Jake looked so adorable, crouched in front of all the candy, his eyes wider than, well, a kid in a candy shop. His own pair of Wellington boots were slightly damn and his scarf was nowhere to be found. But as you looked at him, clad in those black glasses and that fat little jacket, you felt yourself going back to the Twenty First night of September when you had taken the effort to talk to your cute barista colleague. And that effort bore fruit as that cute barista now stood in front of you with the messiest hair and a rambling tongue which was saying "Baby, baby baby! Can we get this pleeease?" He held up a multicolored pack of gummies. You knew he didn't really like chocolate much and always preferred to go for gummies or some sort of fruit snack, a trait which both you and his elder brother Heeseung despised and tried to get out of him. Unfortunately for you, Jake never really got out of his obsession for gummies and you knew how they made him behave. Oh he was a cat on catnip when he had all the sugar which was in the gummies. Overexcited, on a sugar high, never getting tired and eventually getting hangover-like symptoms the next mornings.

"Jake baby no. Let's not get gummies now ok? We're here to pick up some ramen. How about we get that and then tomorrow I'll get you ice cream hm?" Your heart dropped slowly as you noticed the expression on Jake's face get sadder and sadder, that cute little pout getting bigger. Oh no. Oh you knew what was coming now. There's only one force in this universe which can defeat your slightly tsundere heart. And that was called the 'Jake's puppy eyes'. He usually did that when he wanted to cuddle but you just wanted to sleep or when you wouldn't get him gummies. And oh boy. You could easily say no to a lot of people, but this? This was the ultimate force. You could never say no to Jake when he widens his eyes, pouts his cute little lips and ruffles his hair so that he looks like the human version of Layla.

And sure enough he did exactly that. To dramatise it even more, he knelt down in front of you and did the face while hugging your waist. "Jakey babe no. Please don't do that face you know I can't resis-" Your serious words were cut off by Jake wrapping his arms properly around your waist and pulling you in for a kiss, his soft pink lips dancing with yours. The kiss was slow, soft and sweet, with both of your eyes closed and your lips doing a sensual dance with each other's. As Jake pulled away from the kiss first and your vision fell upon his brown eyes, you couldn't resist anymore. "Alright babe we can get the gummies." Jake smiled so widely that you thought his mouth was about to fall off and was about to go in for another kiss when- "Hey lovebirds! We're about to close shop! Get your ramen and get your asses back home! The snow's coming in again." Jay shouted from across the store loudly. Jake looked at your eyes and grinned cutely. "See baby? I told you they won't be open for twenty four hours that's just ridiculous!" Your heart lifted so much and your smile only got wider as you looked at Jake and thanked the universe for bringing him to you as you picked up some ramen and went off to get them checked out by Sunoo.

"Yoi the gummies are buy one get one free!"

#enhypen #jake #jake sim #sim jaeyun #enhypen jake #enhypen jaeyun #jake fluff #enha fluff #jake drabble #tooth rotting fluff #gummy bears #enha drabble #enhypen drabbles #enhypen fluff #oh god this is all my brain can do now #AHHH JAKE I WUV YOU #hes so adorable #my ikeu #hope you enjoy this! #bye bye now have a great day

[makemeanangelpure]

March 22, 2024- again.. I’m chicken shit to weigh because I know there’s no progress.

I have to start somewhere.

I threw up this morning because I ate again after throwing up last night, so drunk, I just ate with the full intention of purging after because I knew my partner was passed out. I’m hungry now obviously because I threw up again, and I’ve had 4 saltines, a green monster and bread and butter pickle juice. I want to eat to make the feeling go away, but I’d feel like a fatass for eating. I made them macaroni and grilled chicken from the freezer because they’re hungover today and that’s what they wanted so I scooped a ton into their bowl, and just now put the rest in a tuba-ware. I smelt it like 4 times, made myself think I didn’t want it but typing about it, thinking about it I want to go over there so bad and just eat it cold. They kept putting their hands under my shirt to warm their hands and eventually I had to say “ please don’t touch my stomach right now.” Which lets them know where my brain’s at even though I already assured them I was fine today. I know if I eat that, I’ll want to throw up again and won’t be able to, so it’ll be better to be hungry and sleep in a few hours rather than eat it, because they can eat it. Because they are off the next two days and I shouldn’t have any because it’s theirs now, I made it for them.. and I ate all the croissants this morning and purged like a moron. I feel so guilty.. I love been drawing since I cooked, trying to organize an old playlist and distract my brain, finish my monster, I tried to go over and kiss them while I was cooking and be affectionate.. but I’ve been very introverted today since they’ve been home.. they said they missed me and I got slightly annoyed because I’ve literally been over here for an hour just doing my thing- one night we haven’t watched something on tv together and suddenly you need attention when you said if I need time, I need time.. I don’t know and I put away my stuff like I was gonna go sit with them and stop drawing and now she’s asleep. Which they need to be to rest from the hangover.. god dammit I still want to eat it. Kill me I hate the way the saliva builds in my mouth.. I hate being a binger.. it’s being weak. It’s being fucking weak.. and tomorrow we’re supposed to go to this cafe with board games and I already don’t really want to go because I want to wear clothes but I don’t look the way i want in them and over half my closet doesn’t fit.. I can’t wear bras or panties or skirts or shorts or certain shirts without being reminded of how fat I got. They want to invite friends and I said no so fast because 5 years later and I’m still not seeing my friends because I’m trying to lose a crazy amount of weight first. And I keep thinking I should just eat today to give myself something to go off of.. start tomorrow.. I’ll have coffee.. I WONT order anything to eat at the cafe.. I can’t I don’t have money.. I’ll appreciate a coffee.. that’s what I get.. FUCK AM I EATING IT..

I ate it.. I hate it.. half way I wanted to be done but I’d put Cajun and pepper all over it and they eat it if I do that . So I also ate all of the lemon bread they got me and left one so they can have it.. and of course I’m full and feel sick and gross and horrible and god bad shivers.. so nervous the whole time they’re gonna wake up on the couch and they just did for a second while I’m eating bread..

I’ll get something tomorrow that keeps me under 42 for the day.. and for dinner I’ll have 2 cucumber slices and plain tea. Fuck.. it’s so hard to pick something a cappuccino or a latte are both gonna be about 100-150 as well as a cold brew.. I could just have a cup black and bring my own zero sugar sweetener and have pumpkin flavour like that.. might do that.. then I could have milk in my tea or something or maybe there’s creamer singles I can grab in there hell I don’t know.. anyway fasts started wooo

Staying under 50 cal I’m sitting for 44 hours should be easy especially with these first two days being 42’s.. and I can do it.. I’d rather drink slightly more bitter coffee and keep under my limit than have foam and OR OR OR I could do my fix it fast out of order and do a 442 tomorrow

ALRIGHT and I work 4 days coming up,, so in accordance hereS how it’ll be ( moons for work days )

Sat: 442

Sun: 742

🌙Mon: 42

🌙Tues: 42

🌙Wed:42

Thurs: 742

Fri: 742

🌙Sat: 42

Sun: 742:

Mon: 42

Tues: 42

Wed: 42

Okay after next Sunday I don’t know yet if I work on mon or Tuesday but either way it doesn’t matter cause work days would be 42 and ITS PERFECT TO END THE fix it fast because will be burning so much fat on 4 days at 42 cal.. ughhahahahajaajaj

Okay okay.. this will be good.. tomorrow rises a skinny bitch and soon my body will show for it.. especially after this.. I don’t know.. guess it makes sense to try and aim for losing 7 pounds soo assuming I’m 113, goal is 106 on April 4. 113 is probably where I’m at since after purging I’m weight 115 ish.. and a day or two of fasting would put me at a more accurate 113.. alright 106 in 12 days. And 12 is soul’s number… it’s PERFECT. I’m doing closing shifts so that’s perfect too. I work right through dinner, and I can come come and make it a ritual to have green tea or the peppermint one.. I’ll write down my stretches and mini workouts to do.. maybe on my off days I’ll wake up steadily earlier and earlier.. and go on morning walks for 42 minutes.. ah I’m excited! This will be good. I can do this.

Oh my god I estimated and by his birthday June first by keeping all this up and togther I’ll be 93.. 1 pound below my old low weight.. after all this time.. and for his birthday! PROGRESS progress and by my birthday I’ll be 87 a pound under my old UGW before it dropped to 84 and 84 I’ll hit a week before July ends!.. I’ll be getting so skinny through spring.. and spend the beginning of summer, going from 89-84 pounds.. good god.. I have to do it. I don’t care. I don’t care. I’m ready to be toned and strong again. I’ll put in the work on my own to strengthen my core, and being consistent with work will help with that too. I’m going to be able to pay for things and make it everyday without b/p because I’m above that. I’m an Angel, I’m going to make my partner the best death weapon.. 3 months and a half we’ll have victory. I have to be strong, pure and sound, if we’re going to be the best we can be. By example it’ll inspire soul to work harder too. Match wavelengths. My hair will be back longer again too.. by end July it should be back down to my collarbone.. which means my hair should be long enough for pigtails again! I’ve missed them so much!

#ed vent

[kindheart525]

This had to be a dream. There was no way she could have made it this far, made it here, the home of one of Bridleway’s greatest actresses! She didn’t dare pinch herself in case it really was a dream. But there was no waking up from this; it was all real.

“Triple Threat! So glad you could make it! I knew you would.”

Sugar Shaker greeted her at the entrance with as much warmth and enthusiasm as she’d greet her own grandchild, helping her with her coat even as the younger mare was still processing her new reality.

She had met the old star before. Worked with her, even—both in protest and in song! This was not exactly anything new, but part of her still couldn’t believe that she was living a life her filly self could only dream of.

Walking through the mansion halls was more breathtaking than she even imagined the Crystal Palace would be, with its ornate marble pillars and the glittering chandeliers that hung overhead. Her parents and especially her aunties were well off, she had no shortage of opportunities to experience life’s wonders, but this was something special. This was more than just a mansion because of what it represented. 

“There’s the mare of the hour!”

A voice called out as Sugar finally led TT into a grand living area with gold trimming and an expensive-looking couch. If the high-class interior décor wasn’t enough of a marvel, there was the ponies in this room!

“Wha- You- Oh—oh my gosh, you’re friends with all these ponies?”

TT sputtered out in shock, suddenly feeling like something of a country bumpkin in the company of all these old Bridleway stars.

“I mean— I knew about Crème de la Crème. This is her house! Your house!”

She first spoke to Sugar and then addressed the older unicorn mare directly.

“It’s beautiful! An honor!”

Then she looked around again.

“But oh my gosh, to meet all of you!”

These weren’t just any old Bridleway stars. Ranging from newly retired to geriatric, from dyed hair to greying naturally, there was one thing all of these mares had in common: they were all fat!

“You never thought there were so many of us big girls in showbiz, did you?"

One of the mares, a stylish old pegasus, seemed to read her mind.

“Sugar, help her take a seat. Do you take wine, filly? We’ve got plenty to go around!”

Upon TT nodding weakly, the mare took an extra glass from one of her friends and poured a bit of red wine into it, reaching a wing out to offer it.

“Triple Threat, are you? I’m Black Sea Spritz. You know Sugar, and Crème, and we’ve also got Honeycomb Crunch and Sunlit Showers.”

She pointed out each of her friends, starting with herself, Sugar Shaker, the grey unicorn, the sunny-hued earth pony, and the orange-haired mule.

“We go way back!” Sugar added.

“We sure do, and we’ve gotten to know each other awfully well. Some more than others~”

Black Sea lowered her sunglasses to wink as all the other old ladies burst into laughter, with TT chuckling along too once she realized what that meant.

“Oh hush, now!” Crème jokingly protested through a blush. “We’re more proper than that. And to think, I considered filming this!”

She pushed aside the video camera she had lying next to her as she lifted up her regular camera, snapping some photos of the younger star.

“Congratulations on Manespray, T!” Honeycomb turned the group’s attention to her. “An absolutely stellar performance!”

“For a second I almost had to double check that I hadn’t taken a time machine back to when Sugar was doing it!” Sunlit laughed. “But you went above and beyond, really made it your own.”

TT was absolutely dumbfounded at these responses, in the best way possible.

“You…you really saw me?”

“Of course, dear! We all did!”

“Wouldn’t have missed it for the world!”

“You really had a bone to pick with that Amber, didn’t you?” Black Sea nudged her playfully. “You really put her in her place at the end there.”

TT chuckled humbly. 

“Oh, not the actress! She did a wonderful job.” She clarified. “But the character, I’d say, yes. And lots of ponies I’ve met who are just like her and Mrs. von Truffle. I guess I just had to stick it to them.”

The tone of the room shifted from playful to more quietly supportive as she spoke, each of them reflecting on their own experiences from long ago. 

Finally, Honeycomb spoke up.

“I’m glad we have young ponies like you still making themselves heard. Back when I was young, you were hardly given a stage to do anything at all. I always say I got into Caberneigh on accident. One of my best roles, and they wouldn’t take me until the lead they wanted dropped out!”

“And that was after a whole lot of roles we’d like to forget, isn’t it, Honey?” Sunlit added her two cents. “All of my early roles were the butt of the joke! I’m a comedy sort of gal, I love making creatures laugh, but I was always being laughed at. And not like the mean old lady in Little Orphan Filly, that was one of my best works. More like, ‘hee-haw, look at how fat I am!’”

She stuck her front teeth out and wiggled her body around in an exaggerated way, bitterly making fun of her old roles. Nopony laughed, as she expected them not to.

“And they’d make us don the most horrid costumes, too!” Crème carried it on. “What if I wanted to be beautiful and wear a stunning gown, instead? Rather than all the monstrosities they put me in.”

“Not that what they called the ‘good’ roles had a lot to offer. I was always cast as somepony’s mom, or some sad little sidekick. I played those roles well but really, me? Sad? Married to a stallion?” Black Sea guffawed at the thought of it.

Sugar let her get it out before adding, “We did have our gems like Trotsy Thoroughbred, but they were few and far between. I don’t figure I’m known for much else these days, I wasn’t cast in many productions where the character wasn’t written to be big.”

Part of Triple Threat felt disheartened hearing all of these stories from the celebrities, with her own experiences in mind.

“It really hasn’t gotten better…”

She uttered.

“I’ve had those kinds of roles too, and they were awful! I almost quit and I even went to the hospital for it. I thought the only way to make it was to starve, because of how the business made me feel. I was cast as a warthog, for Gaia’s sake!

The affirming nods from everypony in the room made her feel more seen than she ever had been. Not a single “it could be worse” or anything, just true understanding from others who knew the feeling.

Which made her feel comfortable enough to express her lingering fears.

“I love being Trotsy, but I sometimes think, is this it? Is this the best role I’ll ever get, and I’ll go back to duds until I quit or retire? Did I really make an impact at all?”

All of her elders thought deeply for a moment.

“We’re going to make sure this isn’t it.”

Black Sea spoke up.

“For you or anypony else coming up. Us old gals, we changed what we could in our time, but we need a young one like you in our circle to keep us going. We’ll teach each other our tricks and we’ll do our damn best to make sure nopony else feels like quitting because of their size.”

“And as for you, this is just the beginning!” Sugar encouraged her. “Don’t worry about my career. I wanted to settle down anyway. You’ll find lots more roles, where you’ll be a hero, a love interest, anything you want to be and anything those skinny gals can do. I’m positive.”

“Yeah, because the casting directors won’t hear the end of it from us if you don’t!”

Laughter roared through the room, a sound of pure camaraderie across generations.

Triple Threat was comforted by this reassurance from…what were now her peers, as she joined their ranks. She was no longer the only one of her size taking up space in the room. She was no longer figuring it out on her own but had the experience and wisdom of others to count on. And she wouldn’t ever have to go back to that lonely time before.

“Well, it looks like our work starts now!”

~~~~~~~~~~

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[writingmochi]

a honest review of dark blood purely from musical and conceptual observation (not proofread)

opening remarks: do i want enha to come back to their regal era? yes! in a way, this album gave the given-taken vibes i have wanted enha to do for a long time now. but with a hint of maturity to it. i think this album came from the backlash of both dimension: answer's blessed-cursed and manifesto: day 1's future perfect, the success of fever as a b-side, and how much engene wanted to get enha's vampire-esque concept back instead of pushing it to dark moon: blood altar.

though i'm a fan, i'm not scared to comment if i have disagreements with what my idols give out. and as time goes, i've noticed much more inconsistency of enha's album concept comparing it to other 4th gen groups in hybe (excluding fromis_9 because they didn't debut under hybe or any of their subsidiaries) and i think there are conflicting parties in play that make enha's concepts not as thoroughly explored as txt's, consistent with their theme like le sserafim's, or consistent with their visual like newjeans...

let's just start, shall we?

1.fate: enha always has an intro and outro for the album and this is the second intro they have that doesn't explicitly say "intro" and a colon (:). i love the string(?) arrangement. it sounded like a korean instrument or it might just be a synth effect. the build-up is good too. though it ranks a bit lower than my fav intros of theirs, walk the line and the invitation, it sets the mood right, especially with the concept they're now using.

2.bite me: did i have a bad sentiment about songs with shorter lengths and no bridge? hell yes (referred to my receiptify list that has songs with an average of 4 minutes per song) and the fact that the title track is as long as the intro just makes me want to squeeze my hand into a fist. but, i can't lie that this song is very catchy. gives me a 2000s pop rnb type song that plays in the club ala monica with the fat bass and rising ostinato percussion in the background deep in the layers. definitely can see myself bopping to this song.

but the freaking lack of a bridge, oh my god (oh my, oh my god). just like my review of sugar rush ride, i can imagine this song have a much more variety of layers that differentiate the last chorus from the other choruses + if we get a bridge, i can imagine heeseung belting a high note and even adlibs at the last chorus. a missed opportunity right there...

3.sacrifice (eat me up): okay bouncing bass (that could even be made better with a pan between the left and right speakers like treasure's jikjin or bts' save me. but just a tiny bit that we can still here them in the middle too). i can hear some reggae undertones there with the guitar but not as evident as onf's sukhumvit swimming. niki, jake, and hee's voice here is great. but the lack of jay here is very apparent and i almost can't recognize hoon's voice.

4.chaconne: i wonder how not many kpop groups don't have songs with this as the title (the only music term i remember in as a kpop song title is rv's feel my rhythm and loona's sonatine). a bit more voice tune was added in the vocal. great guitar sound at the pre-chorus. this is more trap than the previous ones. hoon's voice is more clearly recognizable and i heard hee play around with vocal techniques in the chorus. bridge part with sunoo and hee, that's hot! and the song loops too (intro and outro start the same way)

5.bills: the lo-fi guitar with a lot of reverbs oh my god!!! the song that caught my attention in the preview cause it sounded more dream pop, but of course, it is a trap song as always with the drum and bass entering. and a shorter track in the album. i love hearing won's and sunoo's lower registers here. hee's voice is another stand-out here. but it could be a stand-out track if they pushed the song more on the dream pop aspect :[

6.karma: is this even an outro track? cause we got rock enha again let's go! okay, the voice layer is a bit more airy that it almost blends in with the guitar layer, which i was hoping to be a "bit in your face", especially with the arena rock style they're going.

musical closing remark: i like that i can recognize the voices of the members. it shows that you can have autotune without really changing the singer's voice. but the voice layer still sounds a bit pressed though, maybe a bit of reverb might help with that. i also like how sunoo is shining musically in this comeback, song starters, more singing parts. let's go! definitely want to highlight hee, jake, and sunoo in this album cause they're my favorite voices here.

but i think i can say that the songs here don't really elevate something, but maybe it is because my music palette has diversify as i've been listening to more experimental and progressive music that it makes this album sound a bit "boring:, but it is what the pop landscape is right now so i accept that. i recognize that they're playing safe with this album and have, overall, the same vibes throughout the album, a more low-key rnb coded album, which is not what i was expecting with the concept because i thought it will a bit more sonically rich (aka "songs that makes you think you're in an isekai" as coined by a friend of mine). i wanted to say "daring" at first to describe it but look at how it goes with blessed-cursed and future perfect for being "daring"... discography-wise, a bit safer and in the middle of the spectrum if it has border: carnival on one side and manifesto: day 1 on the other.

final ranking:

6. bills

5. karma

4. sacrifice (eat me up)

3. chaconne

2. bite me [a bopper]

1.fate [the most interesting sounded one out of all the songs]

small conclusion: give me more enhypen songs with a bridge!

time for the spicy hot take... the concept!

as i said in my short comment and my opening remark, they abandoned their manifesto concept and go for a more sexy-vampire route. it just makes me realize how not ready belift is for their groups' artistic output and career. i have no choice but to compare it to txt's who has a clear era basis for each of their albums with outliers being put into minisodes and it is always released in between larger eras. dark blood might be the outlier of the group concept-wise but it felt weird to put it out after the manifesto era is starting. the progression of the album concepts seems to be jumpy in a way and that happened since the 2022 releases (very sad if i thought about it and how they impact the sudden change of enhypen's sound sonically). and, i can't lie, this album seems more of a large marketing promotion for dark moon as both enhypen and &team comes back around the same time (&team's comeback is june)

another take: the sexy vampire concept makes me uncomfy. story-wise, i like it. it's badass, it's powerful. the choreo with the back dancers is great and bold. but is it just me or does belift really want enhypen to have a more mature concept than txt, especially with their younger age? niki's a minor and he is already doing a more mature concept than when taehyun and hyuka did back in 2021 when they became a fully fledge adult (with the chaos chapter, which is darker than the dream chapter).

the thing that i want to point out is how enhypen, concept-wise, doesn't mature along with their fans. they grew up at a faster pace than us and when it happened, it blunders almost all parties. experimenting is cool but when it doesn't make sense... well, you can refer to the criticism they got for their 2022 releases. i, for one, have a traumatic experience with fever and i like the song and i know people really love this song, but that song's success *specifically* shows that the fans want sexy songs and it lets belift push the boys into a mature concept and make them "grow up faster", which makes them more sexualized, especially for jungwon and niki who are minors at the time. engene wanted ppl to stop sexualizing niki and won last year, but it contradicts with the numbers and sells they made on a certain concept in both visual and sound. from the buzz on social media to view count on fever's fancams

i'm okay with enhypen doing this concept especially if they consent to it. i just want them to grow up along with me cause i still feel like i'm stuck in tamed-dashed era where they were having fun at the beach playing rugby. it felt like they were my friends who left me alone to face coming of age by myself (especially since i'm closer to them in age with sunoo being a fellow 03 liner like yours truly) and it's... scary... but i think it's too late now. they've grown up and i have to accept what they give out because i'm not their creative director who could arrange their album concept in a clearer, more comfortable way :]

#sorry for the somber end #ignore the ramble #seriously ignore it if u can’t take people’s opinion and criticism