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kittenbabe00 · 1 year

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Until the End of Time

Wonho x Black Plus Size Fem

~ 'Cause if your love was all I had in this life

That would be enough until the end of time~

You realize that through the good and the bad times, you just want him all of him… So he gives you just that.

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Y/N POV

“I’m sick of this every time I look around there’s an article of you and some girl saying you’re cheating like why won’t you let the world know about us?!” You ask tears swelling up in my eyes

“Baby, Y/N please don’t cry you know I hate it when you cry.” Wonho pleads, but I refuse to hear anymore of his lies

“No I’m done believing your lies.” You say walking away going into our shared bedroom I snatch my suitcase and threw it on the bed and began to hazardously throw my things into it

“Y/N will you at least hear me out?!” Wonho asks agitation lace in his voice as he watches me throw my items into the suitcase

“No I’m done hearing you out, I’m done trying to understand… I’m done.” You say wiping the tears that fell

“I’m not letting you leave me Y/N.” Wonho says in a dangerous tone of voice

“And who’s gonna make me stay? Certainly not your Bob the Builder back body built ass.” You spazz

“Oh so thats the route you wanna take huh? Talking shit when you could be sucking my fucking dick.” Wonho says stepping agonizingly slow towards me

You could feel your pussy drooling in your lose basketball shorts

“I think the fuck not you trick ass bi-“ You was cut off with a hand around my throat

“You wanna finish that sentence?” Wonho asks using his other to feel on my nude skin underneath my clothes

He shoves his hand in your shorts finding your throbbing clit he rubs small circles around making you close your thighs around his arm

“Yeah talk that shit now Y/N call me a bitch now.” Wonho says toying with your sensitive nub

“B-Bitch!” You called out and he picks up speed making you squeal at his pleasurable assault on your pussy

“You’re gonna cum right fucking now for me.” Wonho says he licks the outer part of me ear

“No- I’M CUMMING!!!” You cry out your body reacting as you cum hard on his slender fingers

He gently pulls his fingers out of your shorts and holds them up for me to see

“See how wet you are?” Wonho asks before slowly sticking his fingers in his mouth moaning at my taste

“I’m still gonna leave you!” You shout not wanting him to think he won just be making me cum on his skillful fingers

“If you leave after this then I won’t stop you, but I doubt it.” Wonho says with a smug as he begins stripping down

His cock sitting proudly against his toned stomach as precum protrudes from his pink mushroom shape tip

Y’all begin to physically brawl as he tries to remove my clothes

“Be still girl damn.” Wonho says annoyance in his voice

“Fuck you with your lying ass!!” You shout before he manhandles you and throws you on the bed yanking your shorts down and tossing them somewhere in the room to be forgotten

“Finally let me see that beautiful pussy, it’s all mine right?” Wonho asks breathlessly as he rubs his tip teasingly up and down your drench folds

“Fuck you!!” You spat trying to fight him to no avail

“Oh you will baby you will.” Wonho says as you felt him pushing into your slick opening, before filling you all the way to the hilt

“Fuck you’re so tight!” Wonho moans your pussy instinctively clenches and unclenches around him

“Damn.” He says before pulling all the way out and thrusting himself all the way again

“OH FUCK!!” You cry your body acting on its own accord as he fills you up the ridges of his cock brushing against spots that haven’t been touched in a while

“Fuck bae you feel so fucking good I want you to cum for daddy.” Wonho whispers in your ear moving his hips faster

You could hear your wetness echoing throughout the room, his thumb landing on your engorged clit rubbing on it

“Sh-Shit!!” You curse you could feel yourself teetering close to the edge again as he deep strokes you

“Yeah baby I can feel your pussy tightening up that’s a good girl cum for me cum for daddy.” Wonho moans picking up on his thrusts your breasts bounce through the shirt your harden nipples could be seen through the fabric

“Fuck baby, Y/N I’m cumming baby cum with me please.” Wonho pleads his hip moving quickly as your juices coat his dick

“AHH!!” You wail out your back arches off the bed as your body succumbs to the earth shattering orgasm

“Yes baby yes keep cumming me fuck baby keep cumming for me!!” Wonho breathing hitches his thumb moving sloppily over your already sensitive clit

“N-No more.” You beg the pleasure becoming too much that it almost hurts

“Say you won’t leave me Y/N say it right now!” Wonho demands fucking himself into you and sending you over the edge with another impending orgasm

“CUMMING I’M CUMMING!!!” You scream your hands gripping the sheets as you try to close your legs from how overwhelmed your body has become

“Fuck baby I’m cumming too fuckkk!!!” Wonho drags out as he cum inside you painting the inside of your walls with his semen

He settles down and rolls off you as you both gasp for air

“Please don’t leave me Y/N please I’ll make it right.” Wonho pleads pulling your body close as he strips you of your shirt so you can both be fully naked together

“One more chance.” Is all you say before allowing sleep to takeover.

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beardyboyzx · 1 year

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2022 in writing

I was tagged by the wonderful @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed to look back on this past year of writing. 2022 saw me coming back to writing after a two-years pause, and exploring a new fandom. Let's see how it went ^^

Number of stories posted to AO3: 7

Word count posted for the year: 36373

Fandoms I wrote for: One Direction

Pairings: Louis/Harry, Liam/Zayn, Liam&Louis

Story with the most: Kudos: Gray hair is our forever (110) Bookmarks: Gray hair is our forever (35) Comment threads: Twenty-Eight (9)

Work I’m most proud of (and why): If It Makes You Feel Alive (It's Alright) - it's just something that I didn't think I could write at this point in this language. I worked on it for almost two weeks, I put a lot of myself in it and... I just love that Liam so much

Work I’m least proud of (and why): If You Only Knew - I let my excitement to write for a new fandom get the best of me. I still thought I could try to write something in both Italian and English, so the English in that is not it. I'll come back to it, and rewrite that first chapter sooner or later.

Share or describe a favorite review you received: Being told that IIMYFA captured the bisexual experience well was... I was so nervous about it, I kept thinking I was messing everything up. It made me feel like I didn't just waste those two weeks. (And also, Mia telling me it made her cry. Something I'll put in my CV.)

A time when writing was really, really hard: Ever since I've started writing again back in April (or was it March?), it was like I didn't know how to. These last three months were the worst.

A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: Definitely Louis in Twenty-Eight. He wasn't supposed to be that way. But I loved going along with it.

A favorite excerpt of your writing:

I'm bisexual. I'm bisexual. Bisexual. Bi.

Bi bi baby.

He shook his head, amused.

I'm bisexual and I want…

He swallowed, feeling something massive drop into his stomach. The fear was real. Telling himself what he wanted was way more difficult than telling himself what he was.

I'm bisexual and I like…

He took a deep breath, feeling Louis' comforting stare on him.

… Zayn.

The word made a strange warmth spread all over his chest. He felt elated and relieved as he whispered to himself, "Zayn," not even caring about Louis watching him. He was too lost in the freedom he felt at telling himself what he actually wanted for the very first time.

Liam had never felt like that before. Never that high on that simple knowledge.

Never could he have thought that such a simple sentence could bring him such a unique sense of freedom that was able to make him feel both flying high in the sky and having his feet steadily planted on the soil at the same time.

"I like Zayn," Liam murmured, not feeling sure enough to yell it, letting that be loud enough to be heard only by himself. A thought struck by his head, and Liam giggled, raising his head to look at Louis.

"Tommo. I'm in love with Justin Timberlake."

12. How do you hope to grow next year? I hope to grow more confident in my writing skills, and I hope to be able to write daily (maybe give myself a little daily goal -- 200 words/day -- something that I can keep up with) and go back to the writing routine I had until 2 years ago. I also want to challenge myself more!

13. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer, beta, cheerleader, muse, etc): @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed, definitely. Meeting her this year made my comeback to writing more awesome. Reading her writing makes me want to get better 💕 @chai-hat-tea reminded me how starting to write felt, and made me want to get back to that excitement. Her constant support is priceless❤️ Then, my fellow writers at @writerscornercafe that made me feel less alone in a fandom that is practically a galaxy, and sprinted with me, cheered me on. I needed a safe space, and I got it with them 💕

14. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: Definitely IIMYFA Liam. I was him, he was me. Well, a part of him was me.

15. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: Never ever let writing become a chore for you. Always remember to have fun while doing it.

16. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: Definitely my @onedirectionbigbang fic! I'm hoping to finish my kid!fic and write that femslash I have in mind.

17. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read. I'm tagging @chai-hat-tea, @wabadabadaba, @larrieblr, and @panye!

#2022 in writing

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companionjones · 6 years

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The Beaten Girl And The Bisexual

Requested by: @warmbeebosoftbeebo

Request: an idea that's been coming to me off n on for months is the reader being the sister of one of high school brendon's bullies (i'm picturing b between 8-10 grade, prob 9th or 10th). she doesn't like her brother or what he does (maybe he bullies/abuses her too) but does like that sweet, anxious, awkward, talkative, hyper boy that her jerk of a brother keeps picking on inc homophobia n even outright beating, wants to protect him even, wishes she could be friends--maybe more than friends--with him...

i tend to think a lot of girls would have thought 15-17 yo brendon was gay, n also nice, funny, (more than) a bit of a goober, etc--someone they'd want to be friends with if they weren't worried about their own social status. talking about celebrity crushes with him at yr place n his crush on freddie mercury, ryan gosling n/or justin timberlake comes out accidentally. you think "knew it!" but he also crushes on jessica alba, scar jo so y're confused. he is too? knows he's bi? worries or doesn't?

Fandom: Panic! At The Disco

Pairing: Bisexual!Freshman!Brendon Urie x Abused!Junior!Female!Reader

Warnings: Sibling abuse, bullying, physical bullying, cursing

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CRASH! The sound of a body hitting a wall of lockers shattered through the air, followed by an uproar of mocking laughter. You flinched, and tried to ignore the group enjoying the incident. You especially steered clear of the senior student behind it all: your brother.

Glancing into the crowd was not something you meant to do, but once you did, you couldn’t help but stop in your tracks.

Brendon Urie wasn’t someone you knew well. He was a little on the hyper side, and he talked a lot whenever he got the chance to. Brendon was also an awkward kid. Well, the sweet kind of awkward, you thought. You didn’t like that your brother had made Brendon his toy as soon as the freshman started at the high school. Maybe that was what made you interfere.

“Jordan!” You, with all the authority you could muster in that moment, called your brother by his name. “Leave him alone!”

It was like that scene in Tangled when the bar-goers were about to beat up Eugene, but then Rapunzel got their attention. Jordan whipped his head around to see you, and smiled a wicked smile that made your stomach turn.

His voice was maniacal. “Hey everybody, look! It’s my little sister, Y/n!” Jordan changed from talking to his buddies to addressing you, “What? Did you come to help this little nobody here?”

“Just leave Brendon alone. He’s never done anything to you.”

Jordan chuckled, “Woah! I didn’t know you two were on a first-name-basis! When did that happen?”

Rolling your eyes, you walked past your brother, and helped Brendon up. “Come on, let’s get out of here,” you offered the younger boy.

As you and Brendon exited the scene, you heard Jordan shout from behind you, “Just remember, sis, we live in the same house. So, I can come after you whenever I want to.”

“I know,” you poignantly responded over your shoulder.

It wasn’t until you were cleaning Brendon’s wounds in one of the boys’ bathrooms that the freshman decided to ask you, “Why did you help me?”

“Because,” you smirked, “you’re a youngin. It’s the upper-classmen’s job to take care of the little ones...not hurt them.” Your once joking tone turned sad for that last part. You walked away from where Brendon was sitting on the line of sinks to get another paper towel and wet it.

He was silent for a moment before asking another question, “What did you mean when you said you knew your brother would be coming after you?”

Then, it was your turn to pause. You decided to drop the inquiry completely. “...You can come to my house after school. Jordan’s always off with his friends until whatever hours of the night...that’s if he comes home at all. You want to come over?”

Brendon appraised you. Of course, he noticed you didn’t answer his question. “...Sure.”

After school, the walk to your house wasn’t far. You and Brendon talked and joked around on the way.

The kid wasn’t half bad, you thought. He talked a lot, but you thought he was cute when he was rambling. Brendon was goofy, too. He was awkward and clumsy, always stumbling around. You couldn’t help but smile, and even sometimes blush, at the way he acted around you.

After spending some time alone with him, you let your mind wander a bit. You stopped yourself quickly, though. You couldn’t put your finger on it. Maybe it was the way he acted? Or the words he used sometimes? But you had a feeling he wasn’t...straight. You thought he was gay.

And you knew Brendon had no clue about that part of himself.

By the time you and him arrived at your house, you both were immersed in a conversation about each other’s celebrity crushes. You were finishing up your own list as the two of you entered through the front door. While setting your stuff down, you realized Brendon was too immersed in his words to actually realize what he was saying.

“Freddie Mercury, Justin Timberlake--”

Startled at the ease that the same-sex names rolled off Brendon’s tongue with, your eyebrows shot up. You knew it!

“--Jessica Alba, and Scarlett Johansson.”

Wait, what? Both guys and girls? You were wrong about him being gay, then.

Almost right after Brendon finished speaking, he blanched. He clearly did not plan on telling you all those names.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay,” you reassured once you saw the confused look on his face, “Just sit down. We’ll talk through this.” You plopped down onto the couch, and waited for Brendon to join you. When he did, you continued, “So, you like boys and girls. That’s okay.”

He was quick to rebut, “No.” Then, he backtracked, “Wait, no. It is okay, it’s just not that...I’m not...” Tears started to appear in his eyes, and you could see the fear and sadness in them.

“Shh, shh. Come here,” you pulled him to you, and Brendon cried as quietly as he could into your shoulder.

Then, someone stomped onto the front porch.

Feeling your heart drop to your stomach, you quickly separated yourself from Brendon. “My bedroom is the last door to the right down the hall. I’ll get our stuff. Go now.”

Brendon looked scared, terrified to leave you behind. However, he knew waiting for you would only cause more trouble. Brendon left.

While moving faster than you could ever remember moving, you gathered Brendon’s and your backpack and books together. Your parents wouldn’t have been home for hours. There was only one person that could’ve been outside, drunkenly fumbling with the keys. It was Jordan.

You took off running.

Sadly, the farthest you could make it was halfway down the hallway. Your brother harshly threw you into a wall, sending everything you were carrying all over the place.

Jordan’s slurred shouts shook the house. “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT SHIT YOU PULLED TODAY?!?!!”

“I’m sorry! I’m sor--” you squeaked back.

He interrupted you, “NO, YOU’RE NOT! YOU LITTLE BITCH! I SHOULD FUCKING KILL--”

“STOP! STOP RIGHT NOW!” you screamed, but it wasn’t really at your brother. You made it seem so, but you were actually warning Brendon. You heard the freshman trying to open your door. You couldn’t let Brendon be another victim to what you were about to go through.

It was both good news and bad news that Jordan didn’t know Brendon was in the house yet. Good news, Brendon wouldn’t get hurt. Bad news, Jordan believed your trick that the words were meant for him. As bruises appeared on your arms, legs, and torso; your lips and tongue were cut up; and your left eye was blackened; you tried to keep your mind on the fact that Brendon had listened to you. He wouldn’t have to be a part of your torture.

Once Jordan felt he was done, he stumbled back out of the house, mumbling about going out with some of his friends. You stayed on the ground for a few moments, trying to calm down your breathing. Apparently, you took longer than you intended.

Silently, Brendon came out of your bedroom. He helped you to your feet, and into the bathroom. Suddenly, the roles from earlier in the day were reversed.

Brendon didn’t talk until he was a few minutes into cleaning your cuts. “Guess I know why you dropped my question from earlier.” His voice held no sarcasm or mockery.

That was probably why you broke down crying.

Brendon held you. Just like you did for him earlier that day, Brendon held you. You felt him duck his head down to your shoulder. The pressure of it made you smile through your tears.

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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it! If you would like to read more, I have more fics on Panic! At The Disco over on my page, along with other fics on other fandoms. You should go check it out. Also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I take requests for one-shots, multi-chapters, headcannons, and preferences. No smut, please. I write for a variety of fandoms. If you’re wondering if I write for a specific fandom, please ask me. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you.<3

*Extended Ending*

Years went by, and you and Brendon shot up in the world. It seemed you blinked, and suddenly Brendon was one of the biggest singers in most of the world, and you were his wife. It took you both being eighteen to finally move out of your hometown, and get away from your brother. Also, over the years, Brendon got worlds more comfortable with his sexuality, and the both of your love grew.

“Baby, that was amazing,” you congratulated as your husband came off stage.

Brendon was still riding the high of his performance. So, he came right in and kissed you. One of his hands cupped your cheek, and the other snaked its way around your waist. He cut the kiss off with an exaggerated “MUAH! Thank you, my love!”

Smiling and laughing at the singer’s antics, you took your husband in. You couldn’t how far you both had come. You certainly far from being just the beaten girl and the bisexual. You pulled your husband away from the wings of the stage, eager to carry on your long, fulfilling, and exhilarating life with Brendon Urie.

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