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tetsumie · 1 year

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"𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘"

read part 2 here!

pairing: tsukishima x reader & suna x reader

genre: hurt/comfort

a/n: sorry i got carried away writing these ahh i sort of twisted the prompt of "when they call you clingy" into my own sort of thing idk how to explain but hopefully this turned out well :,) also not proofread so sorry about the mistakes! and as always feel free to send me requests and tell me ur thoughts on my writing!

tsukishima kei

tsukishima, you, and a few of the former karsuno volleyball players decided to have a small little reunion dinner after not seeing each other for so long.

everyone's embracing each other with hugs and to be frank, it's really nice of him to invite you to meet his friends from high school! you're really looking forward to getting to know them and maybe even getting to know your boyfriend a bit more.

as all of you are sitting at the table debating what to order, there's much chit chat between everyone and you swear you haven't seen kei so carefree in a while. sure, he's still throwing his sarcastic, snarky comments but they don't hit too harshly towards his teammates.

they are most definitely used to this.

the food has arrived and way too much wine has been ordered. with their slurred words and pink cheeks, you can tell all of them are going to blackout the moment they all get home.

"kei, so how'd you pull this gorgeous girl?" tanaka asks out of nowhere "ain't no way she fell for your snarky ass personality."

you and him both let out a chuckle and he replied with, "nah, they're just clingy as fuck and i guess they were fun to keep around."

you go quiet and the laughter has sort of died out. but the drinks keep pouring and nishinoya speaks.

"god, you're a fucking asshole," nishinoya chimes. "she's way too good for you.

although the conversation begins to take a turn in a different direction, you can't seem to get his words out of your mind.

clingy. he thinks i'm clingy.

a ball of insecurity starts to form in your stomach and his comment starts the train of overthinking. you keep telling yourself that he's had too many drinks.

yet a part of you is telling you that drunk thoughts are sober words.

how long has he thought of me as "clingy?"

the small chuckles and laughs that escape your lips have come to a halt and now you're feeling incredibly insecure. you begin to zone out and start chugging down a few glasses of wine to drown out your surroundings.

after a few eventful hours, you and tsukishima decide to grab a taxi and head home for the night. he unlocks the door to your shared apartment and you immediately head into the bedroom to change your clothes, not sparing him a second glance.

tsukishima enters the bed after cleaning up and his arm drapes over your chest. your body goes completely stiff and you're super uncomfortable with his touch, especially after his comment about you being clingy.

the moment you hear his light snores, you slowly remove his arm off your body and turn to face away from him. a feeling of numbness begins to overtake your body and you feel a sense of emptiness within.

the next morning, tsukishima woke up with a horrible headache and he instantly regretted drinking so much last night. he groans and pats your side of the bed and is greeted by just the bedsheets and not you.

grumbling, he got out of bed in search of you and finds you standing by the balcony with a cup of coffee in your hand. in that moment, his heart skips a beat and he's reminded of how much he loves you.

you yelp in surprise when you feel two arms slither around your torso and his chin resting on your shoulder. "good morning baby," he kisses your cheek.

"hi kei," you say curtly.

"what's for breakfast?"

"i just made myself toasted bread with jam. you can just make some cereal or something. i think we still have your lucky charms in the pantry," you tell him.

he pulls away from you and he feels something is off with you. you feel distant.

the feeling is confirmed when the both of you are sitting on the living room sofa while watching the new episode of your favorite reality tv show. kei expects you to come close to him and rest your head on his shoulder like you usually do yet there you are, in his vicinity, but sitting on the other end of the couch, clinging to a throw pillow.

he can't seem to concentrate on the movie when the only thing he can see is you sitting to yourself, gone completely quiet. he doesn't know what's wrong and he can't rack his mind as to what might have happened that made you so distant.

after the movie ends, he kisses your forehead and he feels your body stiffen.

what's going on? i don't know what i did?

he pulls away and looks at you. "y/n, something's wrong," he states.

you refuse to meet his gaze now and your twiddling with your fingers. he seems to have no recollection of what he's said to you last night. although, he might not recall what he said, it's the only thing you can recall in your mind. ever since this morning, whenever, you look at him, the only thing running in your mind is his words, "nah, she's just clingy as fuck and i guess she was fun to keep around."

"we're good," you reply promptly. "don't worry about it."

he grabs your hands and puts them in his which catches you off guard. you love the feeling of his hand in yours but the rational part of your brain wants to pull away, thinking about how he thought you were so clingy.

"listen, i'm not good at this. i'm not good at communicating my feelings but for you, i want to do better. so please, it would mean a lot if you could tell me what's wrong so i can help you and... us."

this is the most genuine you've seen him in a while and although to most, it may have seemed like some half-assed speech but to you, it felt raw and vulnerable.

"ok well," you began. "last night, when we were out with your friends, you were talking with your friends and well, you mentioned something about me. and it made me wonder if you think i'm clingy?"

he was confused. "no, i don't think you're clingy anymore? i don't know what you're talking about?"

the "anymore" in his response to you was something that saddened you a little. he found me clingy yet never told me?

"so you did think i was clingy, right?"

with a deep breath, he began to explain himself, "when we got together, i wasn't really used to... being so close to someone. you would always hold my hand or loop your arm in mine or something. you would always be holding me or touching me and i wasn't sure how i felt it about it at first. i was never one for physical touch so when you began to show that to me, i just... it felt... suffocating."

you're looking into his eyes, swimming with sadness and searching for answers, and he feels a mixture of sadness and guilt as he continues to explain himself.

"but being with you, i've grown to love your touch and honestly, now that i think about it, i don't know what i'd do if you just stopped being yourself and clinging on to me. i would go insane if you stopped."

kei leans in for a hug and you hug him back. you missed holding him like this and well, you just miss him. but now that kei has said all this, you're not sure about anything anymore.

you pull away and tell him, "i'm sorry you couldn't tell me that you were uncomfortable with my touches. i should have asked you how fast or slow you wanted to go and i shouldn't have forced my affection on to you."

"if you want, we can slow down. i understand," you say with a tone of finality in your voice.

"no!" he immediately replied. "it's.. it's not that. you don't force your affection on to me. you never have. i just am awkward with affection and growing up, i've never had it so i'd get super fidgety and that's why i think i felt like you were being clingy. but i love it."

"i love it when you hold my hand when we're walking to the grocery store. i love it when you doodle on my hand with your fingers when we're waiting for the food to come when we eat out. i love it when you tell me about the little stories from work while you're cooking dinner. i love it when you mumble in your sleep and snuggle close to me when it gets cold at night. i love everything about you."

kei was very much out of his comfort zone as he told you all these things and it surprised you that he noticed all these little details. you could tell he was getting embarrassed, considering how his cheeks were turning pink. you couldn't help but let a little smile seep through your facial features.

"you're so sappy," you reply.

"oh shut up."

you both laugh and then he cups your cheek in his hand, rubbing his thumb in circles. "don't ever think you force your affection on me because you never do, okay?"

"okay, kei."

the both of you spend the rest of the day with one another, making comforting memories together that the both of you will fondly remember in the future.

suna rintaro

you're not even sure how this argument even started. all you can remember is asking suna if he could accompany you to a work party that you were invited to. it was supposed to be a relatively relaxing event with not too much worries yet suna was once again trying to bail out.

"come on rin! it's one party and we never get to go out anymore," you try again for the nth time.

"y/n, jesus, i told you this, i don't want to fucking go! practice is draining me out and the one day i get off, you want me to go to some stupid fucking work party. can't you see that i want to be home?"

"we won't even have to be there that long! i just want you to come with me so you can meet some of my friends and support me. i'm really not asking for much," you counter. "i'm always trying to go to your games to support you from the stands and i'm asking you to do this one thing for me."

"i never fucking asked you to come to my games!" suna's voice began to rise and you felt yourself shrink. you had never seen him so intensely angry before. he was always so nonchalant so seeing this side of him made you nervous. "god, you're just so suffocating with everything. you always wanna do shit together, like jeez, give me a break. you're so fucking clingy sometimes; i just want space."

your mouth snaps shut and you can't find it in yourself to even reply. suna leaves the bedroom and you can head the jangle of his keys and the front door opens and then slams shut. a tear escapes from one eye and then all of a sudden, it's a full blown mental breakdown. you're sitting on the bed, crying off all your makeup.

after your cries turn into sniffles, you call up one of your colleagues, telling them you won't be attending the party. that night, you end up crying yourself to sleep.

suna had come home quite late that night after storming out.

in his head, he admits that the argument had blown up for no reason. but he just really didn't want to see your coworkers. he was cranky, annoyed, and irritated, making him deeply irrational.

as he walks into the bedroom, he sees you fast asleep in your clothes that you were planning to go out in and your makeup smudged all over your face. he felt incredibly guilty.

he messed up big time and he had to fix this. he hoped in the morning, the both of you would wake up together so he could talk it out and apologize.

you wake up the next morning feeling a lot better than last night. you turn to see suna lying in bed and a part of you just wants to run your fingers through your hair. as your fingers hover above his head, you're reminded of his words from last night.

you're so fucking clingy sometimes. i just want space.

your fingers immediately retracted and you decided to get up to start the rest of your day. you didn't want to let his words get to you. he said his opinion and there's nothing much you could do other than give him space. you'd be doing him a favor by giving him that space that he wanted, right?

suna shifts in bed, arm reaching out to your side of the bed, subconsciously. as he pats down your side of the bed, he feels the emptiness and he jolts up out of bed.

he's walking out of the bedroom and he sees you sitting on the couch, watching something on the television.

a sigh of relief escapes his mouth, thanking whatever deity out there that you hadn't left. even if you did, he couldn't blame you for it. he hurt you and there was no denying that.

"hi babe," he casually says alouds and plops on the couch next to you.

"hey."

your tone is cold and to be frank, you could care less than speak to him right now. seeing him is just a constant reminder of how clingy you are and you really don't want to be confronted with the feeling of sadness again.

in an attempt to smooth things over with you, he tries to start conversation in hopes that things will get back to normal naturally and maybe.. just maybe you'll know that he's sorry without him saying it.

"osamu was talking about some new onigiri thing he made and he wanted to drop some off for us to try. should i say yes?" he asked.

"sure."

your responses to his efforts are completely shut down and he's just praying that things get better with time. he reassures himself that things will go back to normal, it's just a matter of time. within a few days, things will be back to normal!

that's what he thought until his first volleyball match of the season came about. as he was standing in the court, his eyes scanned the rest of the stadium for your figure in hopes of finding you wearing his jersey but to no avail, he couldn't find you.

he assumed you were running late or stuck in traffic. no matter what you would be here, right?

but the first set is already over and you're nowhere to be seen. taking a quick break, he texts you:

suna: r u here?

suna: i don't see u in the stands.

it's delivered and suna's back in the court. he's misreading all of the opponent's attacks and his blocks are all being haphazardly done. the only thing on his mind is you.

the EJP coach calls for a timeout and sits him out for the rest of the match. "i don't know what's going on with you but you need to pull it together. your slacking is messing up with the rest of the team," coach berated him and all suna could do was nod his head.

he sat on the bench and immediately grabs his phone to text you.

suna: can you please answer?

suna: or call me? please?

suna: fuck y/n

suna: r u ok?

with no response, concern is etched onto his face. he tells his coach that he has to go and although he's about to suffer hell when he goes to practice tomorrow for dipping, he needs to see you.

you're seeing all of his messages.

you've seen all of them.

and you don't want to respond to a single one of them.

you know he's coming home and he's about to bombard you with questions and you don't want to respond to him. you don't want to come off as clingy again.

you hear the jangle of the keys and prepare yourself.

he opens the door and finds you in the kitchen, making yourself some snacks.

"so where were you today?" he begins.

"at home."

his hands find their way to your waist and he slowly turns you around to look him in the eye. "why didn't you come?"

you sigh in frustration. "i don't know what you want from me. you say i'm clingy and you want some space and on top of that you mentioned how you've never asked me to go to any of your games so here i am respecting your wishes like you asked yet you have the fucking audacity to ask me where i was and why i wasn't with you?"

his hands let go of your waist and he steps back to fully look at you.

"rin, i don't know what you want from me anymore."

suna's mouth opens and then shuts, not sure as to what to say to you. you were more upset about his comment than you let on and now all your anger and frustration was coming out.

"listen, i-"

"no, you listen to me," you interrupt, immediately shutting him up. "all i wanted that night was for you to come to my work party. it's all i wanted. that party was mainly for me because i helped our company reach this new milestone! and i wanted you to come and celebrate with me and my colleagues. is it so much to ask for my boyfriend to come support me?"

"and then you go on to say i'm clingy and do you have any idea how much it hurt me when you said that? when you would talk to me about anything, the only thing going through my head would be the fact that you called me clingy and god, i just wanted to vanish in thin air because i hated knowing that you thought that of me which is why i gave you your space. i kept thinking you just didn't want my affection."

you rest your elbows on the kitchen countertop and put your face in your hands. you finally burst out with all the feelings that have been suffocating your mind. it felt good to finally relieve it all but you could only imagine what was going through his mind. was he mad or upset or did he just not care about my feelings?

all of a sudden, you feel two arms wrap around your torso and kisses to the top of your head.

"love, you're not clingy. if anything, i'm the clingy one. i always want you by my side like at my games or when i go out with my friends or even if i'm just lying in bed. i want you."

he strokes your hair and now you're turning around to look at him again. his eyes are wide and a bit glassy. this is probably one of the first times you've seen emotion on his face aside from his regular snarky remarks.

"i wish i could take back what i said that night but i can't. but please know that i don't know what i'd do without you. i was really upset that night and all i wanted to was just sleep it off. but your insistence to go got me aggravated and i lashed out. you don't deserve that. you never deserve that."

"i want to be the one you wake up to in the morning. i want to be the one you take to all your work parties and events. i want to be the one you tell you gossip with. i want to be the one you have your late night talks with. i want to be the one you end your nights with. i want to be the one you spend the rest of your life with. i want to be yours."

tears started to escape your eyes and your heart was swollen. suna was never one to be so open with his emotions yet here he was opening so much to you. you hug his torso and sob into his chest.

"i love you, i'm sorry," you say.

"i love you too, and i'm sorry too," he replies, kissing the top of your forehead.

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channieismyboy · 2 years

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don't stop <3

{softdom!lee know x f!reader}

this fic is inspired from my very first request!! thank you again anon for requesting this, i hope you like it <3

warnings: dom/sub themes, marking, fingering, established relationship, hand kink, and minho being an absolute sweetheart

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to say that lee know is very comfortable around you would be an understatement. the man practically lives at your place. when you arrive home from work, he's there. when you wake up, he's there. when you're hungry, he's there with a plate of your favorite food in his hands. honestly, you do not know what you would do without him. to be frank, it feels as if minho had slowly moved in with you.

you find quite a lot of comfort in his presence. knowing that lee know is always with you, presents you a great amount of security. you're used to everything that is associated with him. used to how your bathroom smells like his mint shampoo, used to his little bundles of clothing he brings from his own apartment, that are situated on your floor. finally, you are most used to his touch. you are used to the way his hands feel on your waist when he hugs you.

although, you are never used to the way they would slide down ever-so-slightly to your ass, squeezing it gently. how his innocent kisses can turn you on when they become heated. how your heart skips a beat when he walks around topless after a shower, water droplets still sticking to his soft skin. you don't think you could ever get used to those-

"y/n? are you even listening to me?" lee know says while waving his hand in front of your face.

"what? oh right, sorry i just zoned out for a bit..." you reply.

"that's okay baby. anyways as i was saying, after i told hyunjin that i was gonna put him in the air fryer again..."

you did not tune into what he was saying, your eyes merely focusing on your boyfriend's hands, and the veins on his arms. you thought of him using them on you. his long fingers dipping into you, and curling upwards. your face begins to turn a shade of pink while thinking these sensual thoughts.

later on in the evening, after watching a movie with your boyfriend, you start to get ready for bed. while brushing your teeth, and washing your face, you mind begins to head into the same headspace from a while ago. memories of your past sexual experiences with lee know start to replay in your head. your thighs squeeze together a bit, in order to achieve some sense of relief.

you continue to wash your face, trying to think of anything else, however you mind will not stray. while drying your face with a towel, you hear minho come in behind you. "i'm almost done baby, just give me a sec to finish my skincare." you say, expecting him to be his usual impatient self when it comes to having the bathroom.

"sweetheart, i'm not here to use the bathroom," he says, then leans in closer to your ear, and whispers "i'm here to have a little chat with you, love."

thanks to minho's words and warm breath, goosebumps start to creep onto your body. he takes the towel out from your hand, and places it on the nearby rack. his right hand reaches for your waist, the other places itself on your exposed shoulder. "care to explain to me why is it that you were not listening to me earlier hm?" he askes you, his voice smooth and enticing. you look up at him in the mirror, he's shirtless, only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, that are situated low on his hips.

"what do you mean?" you reply, voice barely above a whisper.

"you really think that i wouldn't notice your mind wondering someplace else?" he says, ending off his sentence with a smirk apparent on his beautiful face. you cannot help but stay silent, even if you were to attempt to speak, no words would come out. he leans in closer and starts to kiss your neck, his soft lips leaving little purple marks all over your shoulder.

"since you aren't going to say anything, i guess i'll just continue what i'm doing. i really just can't help myself since you look so pretty in my shirt." minho says seductively. the hand that was once on your thigh slowly reaches higher up, until it situates right in between your legs. his fingers begin to rub your clit leisurely. although it isn't very much, little sparks of pleasure travel to that place. you already feel blissful, his long fingers just know where to touch to turn you into a mess. if he were to continue you would in fact be a mess.

"please minho, can we go to the bedroom?" you ask, finally gaining your voice back. he looks at you through the mirror, then in your eyes, they are as lovely as they can be. "of course, love."

"faster please, faster.." you ask minho. he has his middle, and ring fingers in you, hovering over you, and giving you the best pleasure he can provide. the pace of his fingers quicken even more, you squeeze around them, feeling your high approaching. oh how you loved this feeling, the intensity just before an orgasm. you look into lee know's eyes, "that's it baby, look into my eyes. i know you're close, cum for me sweetie. just relax and let go."

with his words and few more thrusts of his fingers, and your shaking your legs and repeating his name as you let go. "you did so well for me, you're such a good girl sweetie." he says, wiping the little hairs that are covering your face.

"now that i've finished prepping you beautiful," he pauses, aligning the head of his hard cock to your pussy, "let's have some real fun." he pushes himself into you, filling you to the absolute brim. you moan as he slides in, he groans mumbling a 'shit so tight' under his breath. minho's dick always provided you with such undeniable pleasure, it fit so nicely inside you.

the pace he set was slow and deep, to allow you some time to adjust to his size. the way he expertly rolled his hips, reaching that little gummy spot within you that makes you see stars, felt so good. lee know's deep moans and groans just add to your pleasure, and when he bends down to give you more marks on your collar bones, you just feel euphoric.

“you feel so good, you’re such a good girl sweetheart.” minho’s pace quickens, reaching deeper and deeper than before. you feel too good to tell him to stop, every sensation he’s giving you, the gentle kisses, the fucking, the praises, and sweet nothings that leave his mouth, you know you’re going to cum again. you can tell minho is too, as his hips are stuttering. with three last thrusts, you both cum while saying the other’s name. seeing stars, you both ride out your orgasms.

he lays down on you for a bit, and gives you little kisses all over your face. "you did so well for me y/n," he says to you, with the prettiest smile you have ever seen. "thank you minho, i loved every second of it."

a/n: i finished it!!! i really hope you like what i wrote for you anon, i tried my best <3 let me know what you think of it!!

if anyone would like to request any ideas of fics they want, they can!! i really enjoyed writing this haha

anyways, make sure to eat and drink water my lovelies <;33

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yaymiyas · 5 months

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THE NEWBIE.

warning: yandere..ness, a bit out of character i choose her to get out of my comfort zone oops, female reader

You were new to the courtroom. you didnt yet feel like you fit in, since everybody here was from fontaine and you definitely were not. you were a sumeru scholar, one that happened to enjoy the cooling scenery of fontaine better. just a preference, not a comparison. you always felt like you needed to harp on that detail because so many people back home never seemed to—

“( y/n )”

it was quiet. it felt as if not a single person breathed. why did it feel like you were called on by a teacher during class, and you weren’t paying attention. the small, delicate voice of your new archon spoke out to you. she deserves a clear, fast answer. its your time to wow her with your listening skills. its time to move up.

“yes, lady furina.”

an eye smile forms on her face, allowing for her lips to fall in place. you always adored her smile. whenever you would come into the court house and getting settled in your seat, she would always look in your direction and wave. many viewed the archon as arrogant, bratty, abrasive but you saw her as more than that. to be frank, she was very human for somebody of her stature. from all of the nations you have visited, studied, and even lived in none of their archons were as human like as her. she let out a slight chuckle, fixing her arm to start pointing at the seat closest to her, with such force that pushed her sleeves a bit. sparing you a small glance, she started to part her lips before she was interrupted.

“lady furina, with all due respect”

speaking was a man with brownish-blond hair, wrinkles that hugged at the corners of his eyes, and streaks of blue on his clothing that creates an effect of friendliness. you always knew he didn’t like you. you knew he was speaking up to insist for you to not move, why else would he be choosing to speak now. usually, whenever people decide to cut lady furina off in the middle of speaking, neuvillete was always the one to quiet them down. his silence at this more is louder than his words can ever be. you never really expected much from him, since he always seemed reserved and in his own business. this time though, his reservedness was putting gasoline on an already lit fire. why wasn’t he doing anything? say something.

“are you sure you would like to offer that seat to her?”

the malicious of his words rang through your ears. to her? were you just some random person who wondered in here to him? to his defense, you never really spoke. you carried yourself with a particular manner that kept you friendly but professional. it was obvious you were here for work and not friends, but you didn’t think that earned you the right to be talked to like you weren’t even there. like you weren’t supposed to be there. it would have hurt you a bit deeper if you cared about him and his malice. it seems like neuvillete had saw the flames of hell circling around you, because while looking at the man you had accidentally caught him staring. him and furina.

did they want you to preform for them? furina is one to love a good performance, but why is she so quiet about it? even her facial expression, leaves room for explanation when it usually doesn’t. a very cold, calculated, fixated stare that is piercing into your soul. you were never one to give up, but in a place of such reserve and self respect you can never dream of making a scene. with how a few people on the stands view you as an outsider intruding in their space, that wouldn’t end very well.

“do you believe you are more fit for that spot, mr. yves?”

neuvillete says with a scoff. he is very obviously not in the mood for whatever furina or what yves has up their sleeves today. that has been a trait you have admired within neuvillete all this time. he is somewhat of an influencer with how you move around in this space. to feel like less of an outsider, you have taken it upon yourself to be more reserved but respectful as he is. how closed off but refreshing he is. its truly one of his best traits, but one of his worse is when he doesn’t view you as important enough. thats one of the worse because its more apparent, and it seems like a trait he is displaying right now.

“alright, alright”

softly putting her hands together, furina commands the attention of the room again. thank god for lady furina.

i kinda wanna make a part 2 hehehe

#yay genshin #yandere x reader #female reader #yandere genshin #yandere genshin impact #yandere furina #yandere neuvillette #genshin yandere #yandere anime

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moonxmagix · 1 year

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Daddy's Girl NSFW

Pairing: Frank Iero x Fem Reader

CW: Age gap, teacher frank, student reader, light smut, daddy issues, soft frank, underage drinking, mentions of the word daddy, def sexual tension

Summary: Frank is your teacher and you two hit it off. Y/N has heavy daddy issues and Frank takes you in. He treats you like what your childhood self deserved, safety and love.

A/N: This is VERY long. I wrote 11 pages on Google Docs so I'm very sorry LMAO. It might be a bit wordy and not super smutty if thats okay. I wanted to write something softer in nature. Also apologize if there are any grammar mistakes. :)

Reblogs appreciated!

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As I sat there in an uncomfortable school chair, surrounded by the ghosts of my past, I stared out the window that was covered in rain. The day was gloomy, constant thundering and on and off downpour. I tapped my foot up and down while playing with my bunny keychain as my anxiety washes over me. School always made me anxious and hate myself, constantly feeling at battle with myself and others.

It was my senior year and I just turned 18, so all I had to do was wait to get out of here. Kinda like prison if you think about it. Our school had uniforms and if anything that was the best part about this place, not to mention it looked like some old money school for rich kids. Which was funny because a lot of the kids here come from nothing, like me.

My drug addicted mother raised me semi alone, meaning that she constantly had men in and out of her life. My real father left when I was only a few months old so I never had that strong, protective father figure in my life. I craved someone to love me, hold me tight, whatever fathers do with their daughters. My moms boyfriends that were long term, aka 6 months, would try their best to be there for me but as soon as I got comfortable with them they were gone.

I tried to stay out of relationships out of fear that the same cycle would happen to me.

“Y/N? Are you listening?” Mr. Iero said, pulling me out of my daze. My head quickly turned to him, almost embarrassed, “Yes sir, sorry.” He turned back to board, continuing the lesson. Mr. Iero was my english/music teacher, he taught both. The first day I walked into his class I had a massive crush on, like journaling and daydreaming about him crush. I never made advances to him because what would he think?

I can’t get him in trouble and I can’t jeopardize my education for some man. I once again zoned out heavily, staring out the window. I watched as a father checked out his daughter early for school it seems, hugging each other under the umbrella as they smiled together. I sighed, rolling my eyes at the sight. Almost disgusting to me but that's just the jealousy getting to me.

“Y/N? Please pay attention, we have an important test coming up and you can’t miss this,” he sighed, putting a hand on his hip. Everyone turned to stare at me as I got smaller in my seat. When I looked back at everyone else to me they had dark eyes, something evil brewing but also something dead. I know realistically that a lot of the people here never paid attention but were much better at hiding it I think.

“Please see me at the end of school,” he said and a few people let “Ooo” escape their mouths. Thanks Mr. Iero for embarrassing me. I wanted to hate him for that but another part of my brain desired to have that alone time with him. Even a hug from him would suffice my animalistic hunger for him. Just, “I’m proud of you,” would motivate me for the rest of the year.

Class was dismissed and I quickly got out of there but he caught my wrist before I could, “Promise me you’ll be here after school. You can’t ditch like the last time.” I nodded and promised him that I would be back. The last time that happened I left out of pure anxiety, I threw up in the hallway on my way to his class. But safe to say this time I could get myself through it.

I went to my locker to change out books and my best friend Livvy came up to me, “Wanna hang out after school? I wanna get coffee,” she said excitedly. “Maybe, Mr. Iero wants to see me after my last class,” I said, I didn’t want to disappoint her. “Omg again? Did you space out again (nickname)?” she said, lightly punching my arm.

“Yeah, I just hope it’s quick. If so, I’ll make sure to call you when I’m done,” I said with a smile. We said our goodbyes as I went to all of my other classes. I watched the clock as it quickly rang, I took a few deep breaths as I prepared myself to see Mr. Iero. I know it couldn’t be that bad but my anxiety tried to convince me otherwise.

I looked through the glass of the door and saw no one inside so I thought maybe this could be my excuse as to why I didn’t show. “Right on time!” a voice behind me said. It startled me so I turned to see that it was Mr. Iero. I softly smiled as he unlocked the door to let us in. I didn’t see it but I heard him lock the door behind me.

I stood in front of his desk leaning against a student's desk. He stood in front of me also leaning against his desk. I kept my eyes to the ground for the most part, “Are you okay? You’ve been very quiet and dazed in almost every class,” he said in a soft voice. My tense shoulders relaxed, still not sure how to respond, “You can tell me, Y/N.” He took a couple steps closer.

“Look at me,” he said in a more demanding tone. I looked at him and he smirked, I wanted to fall to my knees right then and there. He rolled up his sleeves to reveal his tattoos, “I..I’ve just been going through a lot at home,” I said to put it simply. “Sit, let’s talk about it,” he said sitting in the students chair next to me. I sat down hesitantly, I don’t know if he actually cared about me or what. I guess we’ll find out.

I told him about my mom and everything that I’ve been struggling with. I didn’t outright tell him about my struggles with men and not having a father figure of sorts. But he’s smart, so he could probably piece things together based on how I answered some of his questions. At the end of my story I let a few tears escape from my eyes, he reached his hand up and gently wiped them.

He placed his other hand on my knee, rubbing his thumb on it. “You have nothing to worry about with me hun,” he said sweetly, maintaining tense eye contact. He was such a good listener and never interrupted me. “Your secrets are safe with me, I’m so glad you’re finally opening up to me. Since the beginning of the year I’ve had my eye on you, there’s something special about you, Y/N,” he said, whispering the last sentence.

He grabbed my hand and held it tightly in his. I felt my face heat up like a thousand suns and my heart rate picked up. I couldn’t help but let a smile form on my face, “That’s my girl. No need to be sad when you’re around me. Hey, I’ll even move your desk closer up to mine, yeah?” I nodded, feeling like such a typical schoolgirl.

He looked at the clock, “I should probably let you go now. Here,’ he said, handing me a little piece of paper. I pocketed it in my bag and before I left he gave me a big, warm hug. The smell of cigarettes and cologne hit my nostrils, it was a smell so intoxicating that it would stay with me throughout the rest of the day. I left and ran out of there to my house, it downpoured on me though. It made me feel like I was in a movie of sorts, I let the rain fall and drench my uniform and hair.

I ran inside and went straight to my room to text Livvy, it was Friday so I told her to come spend the night with me. I really didn’t want to tell anyone about what happened but she was the only person I could trust with this information, she understood. She literally has a sugar daddy, she has no room to judge me!

Livvy came over and got settled right in with snacks and cute pajamas. “Tell me everything!” she said excitedly. I giggled, “He asked me if anything was wrong, I avoided but he pried so I spilled everything. And now he’s moving my desk up to his, he touched my leg and hugged me!” We were both laughing and blushing over this.

“Oh! I think he gave me his number,” I told her, remembering the paper he gave me that I still haven’t opened yet. “Bitch show me!” she said excitedly. I got the paper from my bag and counted down from 3, I opened it and it had his number inside. “Text him now!” she said getting my phone from my nightstand.

I input his number into my phone, “What do I say though?” I bit my nails. “Something flirty for sure,” she said, taking a sip of her drink. I started to type: hii its Y/N, miss our time together already xo

“Bitch that's good!! He’s bound to fall in love with you now,” she joked.

Hours went by without checking my phone and it was around 8pm. I checked my phone during our movie and he asked to call me, I sat up straight with my eyes wide. “He wants to call,” I said suddenly. “Oh shit! I’ll turn the tv down and I’ll stay quiet,” she shushed herself.

I gave the phone a ring and he picked it up almost instantly, I put it on speaker phone.

Frank: Doing okay?

Me: yeah, thanks for letting me vent. Made me feel a lot better

Frank: I’m glad, honey.

Livvy looked at me with shock, “Honey?!” she mouthed covering it with her hand.

Frank: Um, I wanted to ask if you wanna hang out tomorrow? You don't have-

Me: Yes. I’d love to!

Frank: What time are you free then?

Me: Umm maybe around 12?

Frank: Sounds like a date then

We both hung up and we’re screaming with joy, I never thought this day would come. Hanging out with a teacher outside of school? Is that legal? I couldn’t back out now, my fate was decided. “What am I gonna wear?” I said, asking Livvy for help. She’s always been the cooler one in terms of fashion, so I can trust her to dress me.

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It was 10 am and I had just the right amount of time to get ready. I checked my phone and he said he’d be picking me up at my place. Livvy left already and I sat down in front of my floor length mirror and put on light makeup. I got dressed in a black skirt, sheer black leggings, doc martens, and a white and black striped sweater.

The clock finally turned 12 and I looked out my window to not see a car yet. I sighed with relief because in reality I definitely didn't feel ready. I checked my phone and Mr. Iero said he would be there in 5. I went ahead and stood out front to wait for him.

His car pulled up and he got out to greet me, “Wow, you look great!” he said with a smile. He had on sunglasses and chewed his gum kinda obnoxiously but hot. He gave me a big hug and opened the door for me, his car was super clean surprisingly. “Where are we going?” I ask timidly.

“Downtown, get some coffee and donuts,” he smiled, placing his hand on my thigh. “How’d you know where my house was?” I asked. “Teachers have access to those kinds of things,” I just nodded in response staring out the window. It was pretty cloudy and I was kinda hoping it’d rain.

We got to the coffee place downtown, “This is my special spot, for a special girl,” he smirked. I felt my stomach overfill with butterflies and a sparked joy I didn’t know I could feel around somebody. He got out the umbrella and interlocked arms with me, I looked at him with such content but confusion. I felt like I didn’t deserve any of this, none of the kindness, none of the listening, nothing.

He told me to sit down at a booth while he ordered us stuff. I texted Livvy while sitting there:

Me: Liv i think im in love no joke

Liv: i would be too

Me: were getting coffee rn ill update soon

He came back and sat a delicious smelling coffee in front of me, “Thank you Mr. Iero,” I said. “Call me Frank, no need for that outside of school,” he said, he grabbed my hand that was on top of the table. I looked at him, blushing hard, what if someone saw us?

We talked about the things we both liked and hated, we actually had a lot in common. “You like Elvis?!” he said, shocked. “Yeah and?! It’s a comfort thing,” I defended. “Explain,” he said, taking a sip of his coffee. “Sometimes when my mom was out I’d spend the night with my grandfather and in the morning while cooking breakfast he’d play Elvis,” I said, reminiscing when I actually had a somewhat stable relationship with a man.

I think Frank noticed my mood diminish into something solemn. “Let's grab those donuts, I have somewhere else I wanna show you,” he said, grabbing my hand. He showed me off proudly, it felt like he was telling everyone around him to look at me but not in the way I’m used to. He put his mouth close to my ear, “We’ll have to share a donut, they’re almost out of everything,” he said, placing a kiss on my cheek.

We walked under the umbrella together as we started to share the donut, “Don’t lift a finger princess,” he said while holding the donut up to my mouth. He basically gave me the whole thing while he only had a couple bites. “Why do you treat me like this?” I asked him, curious as to why he is so fond of treating me like…a girlfriend?

“I think you deserve it, Y/N. I’ll explain more later,” he said with such sincerity, gripping my hand tighter. Was this going to be a whole day affair? My mom hasn’t been home for a few days so I didn’t feel the need to tell her where I was, it wasn’t like she was answering my messages anyway!

“What’s wrong hun?” he said, taking down the umbrella as the rain had stopped and the sun came out. “My mom hasn't answered my messages, it's been days,” I said, a little disappointed. “I’ll look after you, don't worry about it,” he said as we showed up to a record store. I gasped as I could never afford to buy my own records, it felt like a dream.

We went inside and looked around, I looked around for a ‘The Cure’ album. As I kept looking I felt a body press up behind me and place their arms around my waist and a head on my shoulder. He placed soft kisses on my neck causing me to giggle, I felt him do the same in my neck. “Find what you need?” he asked. “Yeah, did you?” his hands were empty. “Yeah,” he smiled playfully like he was up to something but not sure what.

“Bullshit. You need to get something or else I’ll feel bad that you spent all your money on me,” I said feeling slight guilt about him buying things for me. “I have you, that’s all I need,” he said, pulling me to the register and pulls out his card faster than I can reach for my purse zipper.

He handed me the bag of my records and we left. We didn’t do anything much except go thrifting and it was already 7 PM. “I have one place left to go,” he smiled, pulling out of the spot. “I feel like we’ve been everywhere already,” I said, whining. “Be a good girl and don’t whine for me, okay?” that immediately put me in my place and I complied. I could see a smirk on his face, he knew what he did to me.

I heard a song on the radio that I liked and immediately turned it up, it was You Get Me So High by The Neighbourhood. “You like them?” he asked. “Love them! I’ve seen them in concert twice already,” I said proudly. Livvy knew I couldn’t afford it but she ever so kindly bought them for me.

After a short drive we made it to our destination, a bar. It was quite crowded, I wasn't even old enough to drink yet. I looked at him worried, “I’m not 21..” I said. “I can get you in darling, don’t worry,” he said reassuringly. I trusted him but I tightened my lips anxiously. He was able to get me in because he was close friends with the guy at the front.

We got in and the music was at a comfortably loud volume. He dragged me to the bar and ordered me a drink but I couldn’t tell you what it was. Tasted great though!

I downed a couple drinks and I basically became a melting mess in Frank's hands. I held onto him for dear life like someone was trying to pull me away from him. I dragged him outside for a cigarette break, I pulled them out of bag and I forgot my lighter, “I forgot my fuckin lighter.” He laughed at my tone and lit my cigarette for me.

We stood inches apart, he held my waist with his tattooed hand. I took a huff of my cig and blew it in his face, “Naughty girl,” he chuckled. He pulled me in to kiss him and our lips collided. The taste of cigarettes and alcohol mixed perfectly with each other. I wrapped my arms around his neck, not wanting to release.

I shared my cigarette with him and he whispered in my ear, “How about you come over to my place for the night?” My heart was beating out of its chest, “Are you sure that's okay? I would need to get my stuff at home,” I said. “We can stop by your place first baby, I do have a few room-mates if that’s okay,” he said looking away embarrassed. “More the merrier!” I joked.

We drove back to my place and I led him up to my room, he sat on my bed and I packed up a couple things. I turned around putting my hands on my hips, “All packed,” I smiled. He patted his hand insinuating for me to sit on his lap, so I did. I wrapped my arms around his neck, “My pretty girl,” he whispered while pushing my hair out of my face.

“I really don’t understand why you like me, Frank,” I said, that feeling of undeservingness washing over me. “Look at you Y/N!. What is there not to like about you? We have so much in common and I can’t get over how beautiful you are,” I need all the reassurance I can get. What if he leaves me? Would another man treat me like Frank does?

“Do you promise not to leave?” I asked tearfully. “What? Of course I do, Y/N. How could I do that to you sweetheart?” he said, hugging me tightly. “We should get going,” he said softly. I nodded and he grabbed my bags for me as we walked back to the car.

We got to Frank's place and it was dimly lit, it smelled of cigarettes and expensive musky candles. I saw band equipment set up, “What’s all this?” I asked. “Oh, me and my friends do gigs on the side,” he chuckled as we walked to the kitchen. A timid man turned around to greet us, he gave Frank a hug and gave me a handshake. Firmly.

“Nice to meet you,” I said shyly. “Franks said a lot about you, nice to meet you,” he smiled kindly and I furrowed my brows a little confused. He talks about me? What did he say? More questions to be answered.

Frank hurried me to his room, it was spacious and had a few of his guitars displayed on the walls. He disappeared for a second and brought back a shirt and pajama pants of his, “Put these on,” I took them. I went into the bathroom bringing my toiletries along with me. I changed into his oversized clothes and washed my face.

I brought out my phone and snapped a pic of me in the mirror sending it to Livvy. She replied almost instantly: not you going home with him !! be safe !! she replied.

I went back out and put my other clothes back in my bag, “You have such a nice room,” I complimented. “Biggest one in the house,” he brags. I hadn’t noticed before but he turned the radio on and it was on a classic rock station. The room was filled with cigarette smoke and incense. Lamps created the perfect sensual ambience.

I laid my head on his soft pillows and Frank hovered over me, caressing my face with his hand. Something came over me, my eyes filled with tears and escaped the corner of my eyes. “What’s wrong princess?” he said, worried. I shook my head, sobbing. Never was I good enough to ever receive a love like this before. Here I had it.

“Tell daddy what’s wrong princess,” that broke me. I couldn’t tell if I was imagining all of this or if it was some sick joke. I straddled his lap, crying into his shoulder. His hand rubbed up and down my back sensually. “I’ve never felt such an overwhelming amount of love and adoration from a man before,” I stated plainly.

He asked me to talk about it so I did. I told him about the men this time, while I did we drank. It got to the point where I only started seeing flashes of my surroundings. One minute I was taking off my clothes, then I was sitting on top of Frank, then throwing my head back and moaning.

I remember seeing Frank go down on me and him forcing my legs open as I was ready to release on his face. Flashes of Frank saying things like, “You're daddy’s good girl…I’ll never hurt you…you’re safe with me…shh you’re okay sweetheart.” His voice vibrated through my skin.

Soon enough I passed out, naked and covered up by the warm sheets. I woke up groggy and still a little drunk around 3 am and had my clothes put back on. I groaned and didn’t see Frank in bed with me but playing guitar across the room. “Frank?” I said, rubbing my eyes. He immediately rushed to my side to comfort me, “Are you okay princess?” he said.

I nodded, “Could you get me some water?” I asked because my voice was hoarse. He brought back water to me and I downed it as fast as I could. He got into bed with me and I cuddled up at his side, holding on for life.

I grabbed Frank's face pressing our lips together, I longed for his kiss and his desire. He pulled away and cupped my face, “If you were my little girl, I’d do whatever I could do for you,” he said softly. “I am,” I stated so desperately wanting him to take me in, live with him, devote my life to him. “I’d even run away and hide with you if I could. You’re daddy’s girl,” he said pulling me into his chest.

To be safe and sound in his heart forever.

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seospicybin · 1 year

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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!

And happy Alentine's Ay to to anyone who didn't get any V or D on this special day. Eitherway, I have just the 8 fics to make your heart fluttering. (Also, as an effort to beat the allegations that I only write sad fics!)

I curated a playlist of my favorite love songs here 💘

THINNING. Bangchan x reader. (s,f)

It's a classic friends-to-lovers. I surprised myself because I personally thought Chan wouldn't fit that trope. Why? Because I would catch feelings right away without being his friend first. fyi, this fic is inspired by a Reddit thread.

Fave quote: "But people oftentimes hide behind the 'actions speak louder than words' and that makes them okay with love left unsaid. No one is a mind reader. If you love someone, they want you to verbalize how you feel. This is real life, not a chess game."

PEACH. Lee Know x reader. (s, a whole lot of f)

The idea was born from the fact that Minho likes strange smells (e.g gasoline, concrete, etc) and he likes them because they hold certain memories for him. It's a one-shot with a sprinkle of breeding kink. One of my favorite old works of mine and there's a cameo from Soonie.

Fave quote: “You are one ripe, juicy peach,” he said against your lips, “and everybody wants a taste.”

PIED PIPER. Changbin x reader. (s,f)

I think I created a dangerous Changbin in this fic but do I regret it? Not at all. Think of campus bad boy Changbin who knows how to seduce you just right. Seductive and a little messy, just how I like it.

Fave quote: "One more look in the mirror and he gets the assurance that he doesn't need to be insecure about his body, he knows he'll never fit into everyone's standard but he feels good about himself. That's why girls are crazy for him. He is so sure of himself and it shows."

ONE DANCE. Hyunjin x reader. (s,f)

I never wrote a fic this fast. It's smut with a simple plot and not going to lie, I loved it so much. I'm writing the full fic on this from the mc pov, hope I'll be able to release it soon. And oh I recommend listening to Frank Ocean's Pyramid as you read it.

Fave quote: "His worry replaced with the guilt of ever doubting your feelings for him, but on top of that, he feels the happiest to know that you are his. He's indeed so lucky to have your love for free."

DOTING. Han x reader. (s,f)

It's dorky, awkward, and bizarrely cute (?) I got inspired by an episode of Black Mirror that I come back to from time to time. I promise you it has no grim ending, but you'll learn a lot of new random facts from reading it.

Fave quote: "If humans truly are made of star stuff, he believes you are made from the brightest star in the universe because he refuses to believe that he is made of the same thing. As he stares at your body he changes his mind almost immediately, he believes you are made of outer space and he wants to explore."

GODSPEED. Felix x reader. (s,f,a)

It tells about a relationship that forces one to be out of its comfort zone. I tried to capture every bit of Felix in it and it's my favorite Felix fic second close to Twin Flame. I know there's angst in it but trust me, the pain is worth it in the end.

Fave quote: "You can’t stay stagnant in a relationship just because it feels comfortable. You were too comfortable and that was why the space scared you both."

ONE PROPOSITION. Seungmin x reader. (s,f)

Do you also think that love is just... yuck??? If yes, then let Seungmin change your mind. It's cute but not on the cringe side (or I hope so) it's rom-com worthy and Seungmin is so Seungmin in it with his square shoulders and he's a good kisser and and and...

Fave quote: "Love is some hocus pocus shit, got you completely bewitched."

MILK. I.N x reader. (s,f)

Just like the title itself, a love story that is so simple and sweet. It doesn't have, let's say, 'the happiest of ending' but I like it how it is. A love that asks nothing, it's as pure as milk.

Fave quote: "They remind me that there are still some innocence and purity in this world. And the way they see the world with so much curiosity and full of wonder, I wish I could relive that again,” he said with a sigh.

“To experience everything for the first time all over again,” you added while looking up at the blue sky."

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! Remember that the greatest love of all is the love you have for yourself, or that's what the one Celine Dion song taught me. ily 🤟🏻💘

#stray kids smut #skz smut #skz x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #skz fics #skz fanfics #seospicy smuts #seospicy smut recs

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kayhi808 · 11 months

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Billy Mine - Act 2.13

"She's my bunny."

"Bill, you're awake." Keeping an eye on the angry man I move to brush his hair off his forehead & he gives me a dopey smile that I can't help but return. "How do you feel?"

Shuffling his legs, "I'm good."

"You're not good. You took a bullet." The man stands at the foot of Bill's bed, arms folded across this chest, biceps bulging. If you're trying to intimidate me, you win, guy.

"Oooh. Yeah. I did. Yup, I'm not good." Bill nods at me.

I turn to the man, "Juliet Ellis," extending my hand, controling it from shaking, "And you are?"

"Frank Castle," his warm hand wraps around mine, "Juliet?"

"Bunny! Her name is Bunny!" Bill looks disgruntled.

"Shhhhh." Turning back to Bill, resting my fingers against his lips. Bill's dark gaze meets mine. His eyes are normally so dark I didn't notice it right away, his pupils are almost pinpoints.

"Keep it down, man."

Cradling his goofy smiling face, "Hon, they got you on some strong meds, don't they?" Bill closes his eyes and sighs.

Frank laughs, a low rumble, "He's high as hell. He's not feeling a thing."

Turning to Frank, "Bill's told me about you. He calls you his brother. Do you know if he's going to be ok? They wouldn't tell me anything because I'm not family."

"It wasnt a clean shot. They had to go in, remove the bullet. It broke off in pieces so they had to find it all. They gave him some blood. He lost quite a bit, but he's good for a full recovery. Since its late, they said they'll keep him overnight. They're readying a room for him now."

Nodding & wiping away tears of relief, "Thank you."

"Bill's told me about you, too." Noticing your stolen hospital gown, "Have you been admitted? Were you hurt? I was told only Bill and another agent was injured."

"You're hurt?!" Bill jerks awake, "Fuck!" Clenching his teeth at agrivating his injury, groaning, Frank moves over to firmly pin him back down to the bed.

"I'm fine. I'm not hurt." Bill now notices your hospital gown. "I had to find you, so I stole these to wear. They wouldn't let me back here, so i needed to blend in. Pinkie promise, I'm ok." I squeeze his hand.

"Still an escape artist."

Whispering, "Nothing will keep me apart from you, Billy Mine." You kiss his forehead & he closes his eyes and settles.

You hear a commotion outside & a harried nurse walks in glaring at you, "Ms Ellis? You aren't allowed back here."

"It's ok. She's family."

"Well, the Senator is outside looking for her now," shooting me a well deserved glare.

"Shit." I'm torn between leaving Bill and facing my Dad.

"Go take care of that. If they move him, I'll make sure they give you his room number. He'll be fine."

"Thank you, Frank." You drop another kiss to Billy's brow and squeeze Frank's arm as you pass him to head outside.

*****

The New York skies took to storming after the attack at the fundraiser. I zone out watching the rain hit the window pane & water beads racing down the glass. It calms me. I concentrate on that and then my brain won't overthink how it feels like its my fault that Billy got hurt. The steady beep of the heart monitor is also strangely soothing. It proves to me that Bill is alive & well. Mom brought me some of my own clothes to wear. Dad & that one nurse are not happy with my "shenanigans" but I'll deal with that later. Ugh.

The nurses are in every couple of hours to check his vitals. Thankfully he's slept through them, and the nurses say he's fine.

I pulled a couple chairs together to form a little makeshift bed for myself. I wanted to stay with Bill. Frank left once Bill was transferred to this room. He'll return before Bill gets discharged in the morning.

*****

I don't know when I finally fell asleep, but I wake upon hearing the motor to Billy's bed. He's awake & trying to sit up. "Bun, what are you doing here?"

I jump up ready to help him adjust his pillows to make him more comfortable. He groans in pain & swings his legs off the bed. "What are you doing? Where are you going?"

"I need to take a piss. You want to help me with that?"

Such a wise-ass, "Do you need help? I can have them fit you for a catheter." He gives me a sneer but places his hand on my shoulder to stand. It takes him a bit to get his balance. In a softer tone, "Are you ok, Bill?" He doesn't answer me, but grabs his IV cart & shoves me hard enough so I fall back on his bed. "Don't move."

While Bill's in the small bathroom, I try to straighten up his blankets, fluff his pillows, pour some water for him if he's thirsty. I have a bunch of nervous energy.

He comes back out and I debate asking if he needs help. I don't want to smother him, but I don't know how to help. He returns to bed and there's a light sheen of perspirations on his brow. He leans back against his pillow, a little out of breath. I wipe his brow & offer him water, which he takes. "Thank you." Looking at my wonky chairs, "You spent the night on that? Why didn't you go home?"

Shaking my head, "I couldn't. You were here. I didn't want you to be alone when you woke up," my eyes tear up and my voice pitches higher. (I absolutely HATE when it does that.) "What if something happened to you and I wasn't here?" I choke on a sob.

"Aw, sweetheart, c'mere." I start ugly crying before I can stop myself. Billy holds out his good arm to me and grabs a hold of my shirt and pulls me to him. He maneuvers the IV tubing out of the way and fits me on the bed so I'm cradled to his side. All he can do is lean his cheek on the top of my head, "Stop babe, you're breaking my heart."

"You got hurt because of me. I could have lost you again and I don't think I could survive that," shaking my head. Trying to make him see reason.

"Bunny, this was not your fault.. This is the job...."

"Then I don't want you doing jobs like this." Bill laughs & then groans. "See!" I get up so he can have more room & not jostle his wound.

"Look, I know it was scary but I'm ok. We're ok. We'll talk about this later, alright? For now, I just want to hold my girl." He pouts & makes grabby hands with his good arm until I get close enough for him to grab my shirt again & pulls me down to his side. I could have put up more of a fight, but I wanted nothing more than to have Billy Mine in my arms again.

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cliffbar-booth · 2 years

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Fantasies

prompt: you fantasize about Patrick Bateman

warnings: gore (mentioned), violent tendencies, smut, et cetera.

pairings: Patrick Bateman (Christian Bale) x Reader (female genitalia)

I want to go to a bar, possibly even get a reservation at Dorsia, meet a well dressed man by the name of Patrick Bateman. He goes to sit with me, finding interest in my outfit. We eventually start a conversation, mainly about musicians like Huey Lewis & the News. He grows fond of me and takes me to his house to stay for the night. I then sit on his beautiful sofa, getting a bit more relaxed and comfortable. He pulls out a hammer, tempted to bash my skull in, but decides to spare me. Soon after, he hands me a glass of wine and himself a cup of whiskey. After a bit of getting to know each other, and hearing him talk about how aroused he gets by blood, guts, and other gore-y things and me accepting that, he soon finds that he's more than interested in me. I'm on my way to the door, but before I can manage to grip onto the door-handle, he grabs me by the hips and turns me around to face him, my back against the door.

Bateman kisses me, not passionately, but hungrily, like a starved man seeing food for the first time in who knows how long. His hands roam around my body, mainly around my sides and thighs, but nonetheless, my body. Patrick soon moves his lips to my neck, leaving intricate and precise kisses and hickey all along the column of my neck, as if he had practiced this his whole life. Every move is well performed. Every. Move.

I groan softly as I see him remove his jacket, tie, suspenders, and shirt. He looks at me expectantly. I need to remove clothing before he does something murderous, if he plans on it at least. I remove every article of clothing from above the waist. I watch as he removes his pants, leaving him in his iconic white briefs. He watches me, almost as if he's waiting. I sigh mentally and remove my trousers. He loosens up a little.

"I'm still waiting, Y/N." He says, with his blatant and monotone voice. I look him in his eyes, only to see *nothing* staring back. He looks so dead inside. I digress. I remove my undergarment and watch as he does as well. Picking me up, he drops me onto his lush and (obviously) expensive bed, towering over me. Patrick's large hands soon find my vagina, his fingers slipping in precisely. Like I've said thereof, it's almost like he's practiced this forever. After teasing me, he decides that he'll spare me the tension and slips his c0ck in quickly. Already at a fast and merciless pace, I hear his soft and barely audible grunts and groans as I groan and make lewd noises as well. The apartment room is filled with nothing but lewd noises to be frank. Not too soon after this fiasco, my body feels like a rope on its very last thread. With a shrill moan, I cum. Patrick doesn't stop. He continues for what seems like decades, it seems to be that the robotic-like man won't stop until he's reached his own orgasm. Soon, I reach my second orgasm, starting to shake gently. Finally, after what felt like a millennia, he cums, pulling out of me and laying next to me. His face completely blank.

He looks to me not too long after and utters quietly:

"Who are you?"

I look confused for a moment, but realize the weight of this quarry.

"I'm someone that'll stay with you forever. If need be."

He swallows thickly, turning his head to the ceiling. "I.. I thought I was truly going insane, but I think I figured out what was happening mentally."

"what was it?"

"I think I love you, Y/N."

A long silence fills his expensive room with a great view.

"I love you too, Bateman."

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"L/N? Hello?" you snapped back to reality, only to see Patrick Bateman himself sitting in front of you at the table. We were at Dorsia. He had taken me out.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bateman- I was zoning out" you muttered, embarrassed.

"I see, is that why you were staring at me very.." he paused to think of a word to describe it. "..longingly?"

shit.

TO BE CONTINUED 😈😈😈😈

#patrick bateman #american psycho #imagine #smut fanfiction #like zamn #zamn zaddy

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houseboatisland · 1 year

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Watching the Moss Grow: A Rundown

(he’s just a little guy)

Okay, because I got The ZoomiesTM last night, I ended up committing myself to creating ANOTHER original series, even though my other one’s not started either. Woe is me. This series, called “Watching the Moss Grow,” (credit to Jobey, who also helped me name the main lad,) will give me more creative freedom than “The Pasqueflower Line” in the sense that location, accuracy to history regarding engine classes, etc. are all immaterial. Everyone’s a freelance mutt of an engine, and the railway on which the engines live, the very anonymously named Joint Lines Committee, belongs to no specific part of England in particular.

Houseboat, you’re your own worst enemy, y’know that? Anyway, what’s WTMG about?

You’re so right.

WTMG revolves around the escapades of Moss, a soft, unassuming and impossibly small six-coupled goods engine, and his unusual little universe of my own creation. Set in a perpetual floating timeline of 1946-48, (because I don’t feel like explaining the JLC’s place in Nationalization, and the immediate postwar years of Britain are just so interesting to me,) Moss and all his friends and peers get on with the running of their line, with grit, resolve, and banter in spades.

Eh. Alright. Who are our characters?

Glad you asked, Me! Please note that this is a VERY incomplete list as more characters are created. Also, none of the engines belong to specific real life classes, so photo references of similar-looking engines will be provided. Forgive me for your having to fill in the gaps with your imagination where necessary, such as engines not having the same number of wheels!

~Engines~

Moss

Wheel Arrangement: 0-6-0

Livery: Forest Green/No Stripes/Brass Dome

A Similar Engine: [1]

Our eponymous main character!

Moss is a soft-spoken, chipper, and grubby little goods engine. Painted green and always in the background, he lives up to his name. He supposedly has an uncanny ability to appear out of nowhere, but really, it’s just engines realizing he’s been there the whole time. He revels in his status as a wallflower workhorse, and would give you the paint off his boiler. Moss is however a bit under-powered, which clashes with his chief flaw of being, to be frank, a pushover.

His usual duties when not biting off more than he can chew are short-haul goods and shunting.

Pup

Wheel Arrangement: 2-10-0+0-10-2

Livery: Black/White-Green-White Stripes

A Similar Engine: [1]

His name is misleading, for he’s the largest steam engine in all of Britain. (How the JLC got ownership of him is a company secret.)

Pup is an immensely powerful Garratt goods engine, and the line’s Big Cheese/Coolest Guy in Town. His main responsibility, pulling interminably long coal trains to London, often keeps him away from the others. When he is around, he's held in the highest regard by all for his endless charm and unflappable nature. If there’s a fight while he’s around, all it takes is a glare and some stern words out of him to force a peace.

He has taken a shine (a platonic one? who can tell) to Moss, who is thus OFF-LIMITS to bullying in Pup’s presence. He and Wally, more on her below, are also smokebox-over-wheels for one another, and the sparks that fly on the occasions they do cross paths could light a thousand fireboxes, (his poetic imagery, not mine.)

Florin

Wheel Arrangement: 0-6-0T

Livery: Dark Blue/Orange Stripes

A Similar Engine: [1]

Florin is the Head Station Pilot at Eastport, the JLC’s biggest station. She runs a tight ship in “her” station, is the shunting equivalent of a chess champion, and has been at this her whole life apart from her recent mobilization by the War Department.

Now demobbed and back in her domain, Florin may come off as territorial and snappish, but really she’s just trying to keep a place in the one comfort zone she’s ever had. She thus has zero patience for Mutton, another of the shunters, who’s sluggish and carefree, and berates him accordingly.

Mutton

Wheel Arrangement: 0-8-0T

Livery: Dark Blue/Orange Stripes

A Similar Engine: [1]

Mutton is one of Florin’s many subordinate shunters at Eastport, and her least favorite by miles, not that he cares a fig for her or anything else.

Recently purchased from a sleepy brickworks, he has no experience with the urgency of passengers, timetables, or the social construct that some engines rank higher or lower than others. Mutton’s a live and let live sort of bloke with no malice in him, but the more he’s scolded, the less he’ll cooperate. Florin, for all her cleverness, seems not to grasp this.

Old Hiccups

Wheel Arrangement: 0-4-4T

Livery: Black/No Stripes

A Similar Engine: [1]

Old Hiccups was once charged with running a hardly patronized passenger service on a backwater branchline. That has since closed, and he's found a new purpose as a semi-stationary boiler. He's never cleaned, can't move on his own, and sits around for weeks at a time heating carriages or powering machinery.

And he loves every minute of it, to the other engines' bafflement.

With his posh voice and prideful laziness, Old Hiccups strikes the image of a hedonist basking and being fed grapes. He without deviation addresses his colleagues as "dear" or "good fellow." He apparently gets a kick out of inconveniencing engines on other jobs to drop everything and tow him where his talents are required next.

Old Hiccups carries himself as if he has unlocked all the secrets to a peaceful life. The other engines think him mad.

Wally aka “Queen of the Belgians”

Wheel Arrangement: 4-8-2

Livery: Burgundy/White Stripes

A Similar Engine: [1]

Wally, (officially named "Queen of the Belgians," but never referred to as such by anyone except her nameplates and company logbooks,) is one of the JLC's express passenger engines.

Don't let her spotless paint and status fool you, she's actually very humble and genuinely concerned about others’ wellbeing. This makes her a bit of an outcast among the other express engines at times, but Wally hardly bothers for their approval anyway. And in any case, they rarely scorn her for long, before falling over each other to get her attention the next moment.

Wally much prefers the company of “real” working engines such as Moss, Florin and “that dashing brute” Pup.

~Humans~

Mr. Clarence Ireton

The nimble, mousy, and empathic General Manager of the JLC, who is most certainly NOT an expy of Clement Attlee.

Ireton has a progressive, (or to non-railwayfolk’s point of view, eccentric,) managerial style that hinges on regularly interfacing with the workers (*gasp*) and engines both. He can’t be everywhere at once, but everywhere he can be, he tries to help out whoever “has the right of it” the best he can. Apart from his cringe-inducing love of wordplay and improvised limericks, he’s a very pleasant sort. His motto is “Fairness is the Order of the Day,” and it’s invoked ad nauseam.

#watching the moss grow #wtmg moss #wtmg pup #wtmg mr. ireton #wtmg old hiccups #wtmg wally #wtmg florin #wtmg mutton

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shmaptainwrites · 1 year

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[CH. 5] New Doctor on the Block

Chapter 5: The Truth Always Comes Out

Pairings: Hawkeye Pierce x fem!Reader

Characters: Hawkeye Pierce, B.J. Hunnicutt, Father Mulcahy, Frank Burns

Summary: Reader's secret makes its way around the camp, but it only leads to a newfound friendship

Warnings: gambling, drinking, general tomfoolery, series title reference

Note: sorry for the late post! i’m in a different time zone so my schedule is screwed

Series Masterlist - NDotB Masterlist

Stepping into the mess sent on Saturday morning you felt like you were right back in your high school cafeteria.

Everyone was staring at you like you were wearing something funny, or not wearing anything at all. You looked down to make sure your clothes were fine and that wasn’t the issue.

Slowly, you made your way to the food line, grabbed whatever surplus mush was for breakfast and sat alone at one of the empty tables.

After a while, Father Mulcahy came in and asked if he could sit next to you. You nodded your head and made a bit more room for him to join you.

“Do you by any chance know what all of this commotion is about Father?” you asked. “Everyone won’t stop staring at me.”

“I try to avoid gossip,” he said, “but I believe someone may have been informed of your husband.”

“Oh,” you raised your brows, eyes wide. “Wow, okay so they’re pitiful stares then.”

The priest didn’t make a comment and you decided that would be the end of the conversation on the subject until B.J. came and sat across from you.

He looked like he wanted to ask you something, but also didn’t want to cross a boundary. Considering how welcoming he’d been since the beginning of your time with the 4077 you decided you’d save him the moral dilemma.

“You can ask me,” you said simply.

He chuckled a little at how you could see right through him but nodded trying to figure out how to word it now.

“You told me your husband was home with your kids. I just-why would they draft a single mother here?” he asked.

That wasn’t as bad a question as you were expecting.

“They didn’t…I lied about that too,” you admitted. “I enlisted to serve as an army doctor so no one would have to endure the pain I felt after losing my husband.”

“And your kids?”

“With my dad,” you sighed.

There was silence as B.J. started to eat and sipped his coffee.

“You’re not mad at me?” you asked. “For lying to you?”

“No,” he shook his head. “I can’t imagine the pain you went through. I wouldn’t want to go through that, I wouldn’t want my wife to go through it, or anyone for that matter. Who am I to judge if it brought you a little comfort?”

You smiled, “Thanks B.J.”

The next few days were painful, to say the least, but you knew things would fade as soon as the next emergency came up, then it wouldn’t matter anymore.

As you were walking back to your tent from a shift in post-op you heard your name being called and you looked around trying to see where it was coming from only to see Pierce running towards you.

You sighed wondering what he was trying to pull this time, but you waited for him anyway.

“Pierce, what’s up?” you asked, crossing your arms across your chest.

“I um… I heard about your husband,”

“Oh so now you think I don’t have any excuse to go to bed with you?”

Pierce chuckled and shook his head,

“No, but after all the teasing I can see why you might think that,” he remarked. “I just got back from Seoul and I thought your kids probably missed you a lot and you’d look pretty good if you sent some special gifts from Korea so I got this for Grant, right?”

You nodded.

“And this doll for Julia,”

He pulled out the two gifts, already nicely wrapped, and handed them to you.

You laughed a little, not having expected this from him. It was strange, to say the least.

“I-I don’t know what to say. Thanks, Pierce.”

“You think we can lay off the last name? Makes me sound army and you know-,”

“How much you hate the army, right,” you chuckled. “Well, there’s no way I’m calling you Hawkeye.”

“Why not?” he laughed.

“Well first off what kind of dad gives his kid a nickname from The Last of the Mohicans and second I think I like your first name better,” you shrugged. “I’ll call you Ben.”

“I can see I’m not going to win this, so you’ve got yourself a deal,” he nodded and held out his hand for you to shake which you did.

“I’ll see you around…Ben,”

He bit back a smile and shook his head, “I can tell you for a fact that’s the first time anyone’s called me that.”

“Not even your mother?” you asked curiously.

“No, for her it was Hawkeye, or Benjamin Franklin Pierce when she was mad. I only got one of two extremes with her.”

“Alright, well I’m happy to be the first.”

You waved goodbye and headed back to your tent with the two gifts in hand, a small smile ghosting the corner of your lips.

—

“Oh, but I’ve already seen this week’s VD movie. I don't want to go again,” you sighed. “When you’re not operating there really isn’t anything to do here, is there?”

“You still haven’t come by to the swamp for a drink,” B.J. noted, “maybe we ought to do that tonight.”

“I’ll make up a special batch, gin and wine,” Hawkeye suggested.

“And then what, do we drink in silence?”

“Or play poker,” Radar added.

“It has been a while since we’ve played a game, you know how?” Hawkeye asked.

“A little,” you bluffed. That was part of your father-daughter bonding time growing up.

“Great, we’ll get the gang and have some drinks then play some poker.”

Later that evening, you made your way to the swamp as planned. You wore your regular army pants but paired them with a bright yellow shirt instead of the usual beige.

“Ah semi-civvies, you got the dress code,” B.J. teased as he opened the door for you to come in.

“Yeah, looks like we all had the same idea,” you looked around seeing Hawkeye in a touristy-looking shirt and B.J. in a polo.

“Can I offer you a martini, olives came in today?” Hawkeye asked.

“Sure, I’ll take a martini,” you held out your hand and he passed you the drink. As soon as it went down your throat you began to cough. “Oh my God, are you trying to poison me?” you asked. “Jesus, Mary and Joseph,”

“You called?” The tent door opened and Father Mulcahy walked inside and the group chuckled.

“Sorry Father, I think these two have a plot to get rid of me. Maybe I should try the wine instead,” you passed the glass back to Hawkeye and grabbed a bottle with some wine in it and poured you a glass of that instead.

When you took a sip of that, a similar thing happened as when you drank the martini.

“Ben, this is the same drink you gave me, just red!”

“That’s what wine is here, no one told you?” he tossed you a bottle of food colouring and you gave him a playful glare.

You chatted and waited for the rest of the poker group to show up before sitting down around the table and starting to deal.

You went easy on the first few hands, knowing you’d have no trouble lulling the men into a false sense of security. You knew exactly the right time to strike, your hand was virtually unbeatable and you’d come to see when some of the others were bluffing.

“What?! I thought you said you didn’t know how to play poker,” B.J. looked at you in disbelief.

“Actually I said I’ve played a little poker. I meant to say I played a lot of poker when I was little, but that’s all in the details really, but don’t worry the money will be put to good use, it’s going straight into the kids’ college fund.”

“Good at poker, responsible with money, man your husband musta loved ya,” the sergeant commented and you smiled. Truthfully your husband hated playing cards with you because you always won, but it kept him humble so in the end he didn’t really mind.

“Can’t hold her gin though,” Hawkeye teased.

“That was rat poison, not gin,” you retorted.

The tent door opened and Frank entered the swamp and looked disgusted at the sight before himself.

“You degenerates! Gambling is prohibited in this unit, where did you get the idea that you could be playing poker?”

“Poker, Frank we’re playing go fish,” you lied. “Ben, you got any sevens?”

“Damn it, got me again,” he shook his head and played along with the bit, tossing you a card while everyone looked up at Frank.

You thought he had quite a nerve calling you a bunch of degenerates considering a priest was amongst you and he was most definitely committing adultery. You weren’t sure if he knew how many times you’d caught him sneaking in and out of Major Houlihan’s tent when you shared the space and even when you didn’t. You were sure they thought they were being discreet, but it was the least well-kept secret in all of the unit.

“Well, that’s it for me, I think I’m going to quit while I’m ahead,” you placed your cards face down, happy you’d hidden your winnings in a place Major Burns wouldn’t dare look for them.

“Can I walk you to your tent?”

“Sure,” you nodded.

You didn’t really pay attention to where the voice was coming from but cursed yourself when you realized it was Hawkeye. Either he’d try to swindle you out of a few bucks or find a way to go to bed with you. Or both.

Everyone made their way out of the tent sooner or later and you walked side by side with Hawkeye down the compound.

“I hope you don’t expect a tip for your travels.”

“I do actually, it’s payable in dollars or kisses,” he commented and you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t you ever get tired of it?”

“Tired of what? I get tired of a lot of things.”

“Your antics,” you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Those, no not really,” he shook his head. “Do you?”

“Yes,” you answered immediately and he eyed you. “Alright not when I’m at the receiving end.”

“See I’ve got to have a little something for everyone.”

“I will say you’ve become slightly more tolerable the longer I’ve been here,” you admitted. “But only slightly.”

“I’m sure that’s mostly B.J.’s doing,” he nodded as you stood outside your tent.

“No, I can think of a moment or two when Ben Pierce saved the day. Saved my day,” you said. “I don’t know if I ever really thanked you for that night with the boy. The one who called me mom.”

“You didn’t need to. We’ve got to have each other’s backs in there, plus you were the selfless one.”

“I don’t know if I’d call it that,” you shook your head. “But either way you knew I didn’t want to be alone, so thank you.”

“Anytime,” he nodded.

You turned to go inside your tent but paused a moment before turning around and standing on your toes and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Your tip, kind sir,”

He chuckled and leaned in to kiss your other cheek.

“Your change, madame.”

“Goodnight, Ben.”

“Night,” he gave you a three-fingered wave and you retreated into your tent waiting a moment before watching him slowly walk away.

Tags: @montyfandomlove

#hawkeye pierce #hawkeye pierce x reader #hawkeye pierce fanfiction #mashblr #mash #m*a*s*h #mash fanfiction

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shinyeeveelynn · 8 months

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🍂 Eevee's (almost) Fall Promo 🍂

Hiya everyone! It's that time for a new promo post. I've been away for a bit, so I'm looking for active mutuals and new friends! Sharing ships from the same canons is a plus, but definitely not necessary, just wanting some friendly new people to interact with ♡ If you're interested, keep reading! --- 🎃 The Basics 🎃 ---

🍁 I'm Evelynn, but everyone 'round these parts calls me Eevee! I'm an adult, my pronouns are She/They and I'm a part of the LGBT+ community 💖💛💙/🖤🤍💜@wisemins is my beautiful, amazing, talented, kind, loving girlfriend ✨

🍂 I've been self shipping in some way shape or form my whole life! My retired F/Os list spans way back to my preteens and those are just the ones I remember, lol.

🍁 I do post 18+ content, all of which are tagged "🔥: Seggsy Time w/ Eevee" for your blacklisting needs!

🍂 I practice reblog and ask karma! I love exchanging ask game posts, it's a great way to get to know each other better.

🍁 We can still be mutuals if we share an F/O I'm not comfortable sharing! Just please have a designated tag I can block, as I do with mine. If we share an F/O I don't feel okay sharing and you don't tag, I will not be following back!

🍂 This is a pro/anti discourse free zone! I want no part of it, thank you ✨

🍁 Current F/O List

-Shane W.alsh (The W.alking D.ead) [Sharing ✔️]

-Frank C.astle (The P.unisher) [Sharing ✔️]

-J.ax T.eller (S.ons of A.narchy) [Sharing✖️]

-Raymond S.mith (The G.entlemen) [Sharing ✖️]

-John W.atson (B.BC S.herlock) [Sharing ✖️]

-Lester N.ygaard (F.argo) [Sharing ✔️]

-The M.oon K.night System (M.oon K.night) [Sharing ✔️]

-Ll.ewyn Davis (Inside Ll.ewyn Davis) [Sharing ✖️]

-P.oe D.ameron (S.tar W.ars) [Sharing ✖️]

-D.in Dj.arin (Star Wars) [Sharing✖️]

-A.ngel Reyes (M.ayans MC) [Sharing✖️]

-A.nakin S.kywalker & O.bi-W.an K.enobi (S.tar W.ars) [Sharing✖️]

-Steve H.arrington (S.tranger T.hings) [Sharing✖️]

-E.ren J.aeger (A.ttack on T.itan) [Sharing✖️]

-D.ewey Riley (S.cream) [Sharing✖️]

-Johnny "S.oap" M.acTavish (C.all of D.uty) [Sharing✖️]

-Ken (B.arbie) [Sharing ✔️]

🍂 I'm totally open to and excited to share any platonics and familials! Check out my full F/O list here on my C.aard! Again, I'd really love to have more mutuals who ship in the same canons!

(Note: Check my crush list, as I do occasionally post and talk about them!)

🍁 My inbox is always open to gush, ask questions, or just talk! Please know that I do have anxiety and sometimes do not have the mental energy to respond right away but will still be posting- you're not being ignored! I'm just waiting til I feel better!

🍂 And that's it! If you follow from this post, drop me a 💖 in my ask box and I'll gladly check you out. Reblogs welcome! Thanks for your time.

#self ship #self shipping #self shipper #self ship community #f/o #f/o community #f/o community #fictional other #self ship promo #self shipping community #selfship community #reblogs welcome

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lexa-griffins · 2 months

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To your anon:

Yo, I am right there with you. I’m going to share a little bit on my recent fandom experience.

I have never written g!p, and never thought I would even read it. If I’m being honest, it’s something that I was always under the impression was too taboo, fetishized, and typically non-con; which isn’t my cup of tea. To each their own though, for real. It’s fiction. Who am I to judge? (Not to say that it’s all like that, because it’s truly not! Just something I’d always thought was the truth.)

However, I have found myself being really interested in Wanheda’s Dagger ™️ 👀 and Clarke’s BDE with something to back it up.

As a WLW who doesn’t care what is between their lovers’ legs, I’ve found myself stumbling upon some ABO and g!p fics that are honestly really good, and most of the time very well written smut.

All that to say that, I may be submitting something for Wanheda’s Dagger Week 😳

Completely out of my comfort zone. But fuck it. What is fandom if not an experience that you’re enjoying? This is a space for us to be ourselves and share our interests and art.

Thanks for making this space, dude.

Thank you so much for sharing! ☺️☺️ this is so true for just about anything fandom related. Sometimes, you just gotta try and write it! Even if you think you won't do it justice! Because yes, someone else may be able to write it, but what you write is still so unique to you, and your writing is always worth being read!

To be completely frank, I used to feel the exact same way! It felt like it was fetishizing and like I was reading something taboo and that I was bad by reading! And the fact most clexa were g!p Lexa, which I was never a fan off, it was like it comfirmed my bias over those type of fics and how they were uncomfy and bad to write and read!

I will always say that realizing I was a lesbian and only getting to explore that part of me more online, i did get fed that idea that lesbians are attracted to vaginas /only/ and of there was something that made me get over that baby gay mentality of that idea was reading g!p and alpha Clarke fics, because Clarke was always a character I felt very attracted too and having Lexa as a lesbian be ok with Clarke made my stupid and incorrect idea of if a lesbian so much as thinks of a dick they stop being one be thrown to the garbage!

I am glad to hear you may be writing something for the event ☺️ fandoms are supposed to allow you the freedom to explore those characters in as many ways as you'd like and have a space where you won't be judged for it! It's about sharing that love for the characters in many forms and sharing your creativity with the people who enjoy them!!

Thank you 🩷 I'm really glad I get to have this little space where me and everyone get to share this little niche side of the fandom ☺️🩷

#letter opened #dysco-lymonade #:') it always makes me so happy to be able to be a space where ya'll feel free to share these stories :D #🥰🥰🥰

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xocasper · 2 years

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(Jet Black) Hotel Mirror

Pairing: Mikey Way x Reader Summary: At long last, you're spending the night in a hotel. Your plans are showering and sleep, but a bit of sex wouldn't be a terrible inconvenience. Warnings: NSFW content Tags: dirty talk, mirror sex, orgasm denial, rough sex Word Count: 2169 A/N: Holy shit, I had a busy week. Hopefully this week won't be quite as busy and I'll have more time to write! I have a pretty good idea for a fic right now, but I'll have to do a bit of research before I attempt to write it (aka I have no idea how threesomes work). Anyway, enjoy this fic that I finished on my lunch break :)

You slammed your sticks against your drum kit, playing the last song of the set with as much energy as you could muster. Your eyes drifted from the sea of spirited fans to Frank, who was hyper as ever, before finally setting your sights on your boyfriend, Mikey. He had slowly grown more comfortable on stage, stepping out of his microscopic comfort zone every now and then. He looked up at you as the chorus hit, sending you a smile while his fingers danced across the bass.

The two of you had been close since you joined the band back in 2004. They needed a drummer on very short notice, and luckily you were friends with Brian and he talked you up enough that they decided to meet you. Though skeptical at first, the band was very impressed with your drumming skills. Now here you were, three years and an album later, playing your heart out on stage for thousands of people.

As the lights dimmed and Gerard’s voice faded out, you felt a wave of exhaustion crash over you. Thankfully you would be staying in a hotel room tonight, and you were more than grateful to have a real bed to sleep in; that is, if Mikey let you get any sleep.

The adrenaline was still high backstage, which was to be expected at this point. A pair of strong arms snaked around your waist, eyes fluttering shut as your boyfriend rested his chin on your head. “You did really great tonight,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Yeah? I thought I messed up a bit during House of Wolves, but–” He cut off your sentence, shushing you gently. “You did perfect, don’t worry.” You turned around in his arms, staring up at him lovingly, his gaze holding the same passion. His lips were mere millimeters from yours when you were interrupted.

“Get a room!” Frank yelled, pretending to vomit. “Yeah, can you make out with my little brother somewhere else? Preferably when we’re not around?” Gerard piped up, Mikey huffing in defeat. “We’re staying in a hotel tonight, so you guys can be as gross as you want later,” Ray reminded you, and as if on cue, Brian walked over ushering everyone outside, insisting that you needed to rest.

The ride to the hotel was peaceful; no one bothered to go to their bunk, knowing that if they went down for a nap before you arrived, they’d be a pain to wake up. As hard as you tried to stay awake, Mikey’s embrace was far too comfortable and you could feel yourself dozing off in his arms, whatever conversation they were having turning to white noise.

He shook you gently as the bus stopped, kissing your forehead as you rubbed your eyes. His hand slipped into yours as he pulled you up, leading you outside where the cold jolted you awake. “Shit, it’s cold out,” you mumbled, and he laughed as you gripped him for warmth. “Woke you up real fast, huh?” he teased, earning him a playful shove.

Ray went to grab the room keys while the rest of you stood around, sticking out like a sore thumb against the beige walls. “Alright, rock paper scissors for whoever takes the room next to them,” Frank said, facing Gerard who rolled his eyes at the proposition. “There’s no way in hell I’m sharing a wall with them again.” You raised your eyebrows at them, torn between embarrassment and amusement, while Mikey stayed stoic as usual, biting back an arrogant remark that would definitely have him sleeping on the floor.

“You guys are so dramatic,” you said, halting their game. “Nah, we almost called the police the first night, sounded like someone was slaughtering you,” he grinned. “Jealousy’s a bitch, Frank,” you smiled back, Ray walking over before he could say anything else.

The second Mikey got the key, he was pulling you into the elevator, hardly waiting for everyone else. Another game of rock paper scissors ensued, followed by a groan from Frank as he lost for the third time. He started to grumble something about sleeping in the lobby, but you missed the end of it when the doors opened, Mikey wasting no time dragging you off to your room.

The second the door shut, his lips were pressed against yours, hands on your hips as he gave you the first real kiss in a long while. It was hard to get privacy with the guys around, so kisses were short and sex bordered on nonexistent. Occasionally you could hide somewhere long enough to relieve the tension, but most of the time you found yourself waiting for hotel stays.

“I’m gonna go shower,” you told him, giving him one more kiss before heading off to the bathroom. He furrowed his brows, confused and a bit hurt, trailing after you. “You could shower later,” he said, and you smiled gently, willing to compromise. “Or you could join me?”

He seemed to like the idea, hand on your lower back as you stepped into the bathroom. It was actually clean, which was a bit of a shock at first, but the hotel was nicer than some of the others you’d stayed in. There were warm disc lights above the sink, casting a soft glow upon the two of you. The countertop stretched across the wall, a good five feet or so, with a wide mirror covering the wall behind it.

Mikey stared into the mirror, meeting your gaze, back to having no interest in showering. You looked back at him, stomach fluttering as you had the same thought. He grinned and bent down to your neck, holding eye contact as he whispered against your skin. “Or we could shower later,” he proposed once more, his breath sending shivers down your spine. You tried to hold your ground though, shaking your head and beginning to strip, avoiding his gaze to not give in.

He copied you, stripping down to nothing and giving you a sweet kiss. Your self-control crumbled as he stood before you, his lips turning a loving kiss into a lustful one almost as soon as it started. Damn, he was good.

He knew it too, trying not to smirk as his hands slid up your body, yours tangled in his hair, shower long forgotten. His tongue traced your bottom lip, and you almost resisted and returned to your original task, but with his soft hands and warm mouth, you couldn’t find it in you to be stubborn.

His fingers brushed against your cheek before pulling you closer, tongue sliding against yours. A shit-eating grin crept across his face as he pulled away, knowing he had gotten his way. You were still dizzy from his kiss, ignoring his pride and pulling him right back to you. The two of you tripped all the way to the counter, leaning against it as he placed wet kisses down your neck.

The countertop was cold against your thighs but Mikey was warm, his hands massaging them as his mouth skimmed across your chest. He brought his fingers to your mouth, groaning as you sucked on them. They glided down to your core as he kissed you messily, tugging lightly on your lip as he pulled away. “Were you thinking about this during the show?” he asked you, fingers sweeping across your slick folds. A shaky sigh passed your lips, and you nodded gently.

“Use your words, c’mon,” he mumbled, still barely touching you. “Yeah, ‘m always thinking about you,” you breathed, wiggling in hopes of friction, but he pulled his hand away. You whined softly, already missing his touch, but he just chuckled cynically. “Do you want something?” So he was going to be an ass about it.

“You know what I want, Mikey,” you huffed, and he raised his eyebrows in return. “I don’t think so. How ‘bout you tell me?” You could feel your stomach burning with embarrassment, but it seeped lower, turning into arousal as he waited for you to speak. He clicked his tongue impatiently, tossing his hands up and backing up further.

“Where are you going?” you asked a bit too quickly. “I can’t help you if you can’t tell me what you want.” He stopped as he said it, and you gave in. “I want you, Mikey.” Obviously this wasn’t enough for him, but he at least turned around. “Specifics, baby,” he told you, walking closer. It took all of your strength to not glare at him, looking him up and down and deciding it was worth the embarrassment.

“I want you to fuck me.” Miraculously, he still wasn’t satisfied. “How?” he asked, hands back on your thighs. “With your fingers, then your–” your breath hitched as he left an open-mouthed kiss on your neck. “Then my what, hun?” His lips were placed right below your ear, waiting with a slew of lewd words. “Want you to fuck me hard with your cock, Mikey,” you said, burning with humiliation, but just as before, it relocated between your legs. He moaned softly below your ear, nipping your skin softly before turning you around.

You watched in the mirror as his hands slid down your body, stroking the inside of your thighs before they trailed up to your dripping cunt. He took his time, thumb barely brushing across the skin, gathering your wetness on his fingers before touching you properly. He pushed one in gently, your breath catching in your throat, followed by a moan as he pressed his thumb to your clit.

Every touch was dizzying, varying between gentle strokes and the sudden curl of his finger, head tipping back as he added another, spreading you open for you to see. He used his other hand to pull your chin back down, having you watch as his fingers pumped in and out of you.

He went at a solid pace, reveling in the garbled praise he received while curses and slurred phrases fell from your lips. He circled your clit as you felt your muscles tighten, legs becoming unsteady as you gripped the countertop.

“Mikey, fuck, I’m gonna–” you said, staring at his reflection as he pulled away, listening to your pathetic cries with a wicked smile. “Nah, I don’t think you will,” he replied, tongue swirling around his fingers, making a show of it. You gaped at him, searching for words but also knowing not to complain. He could tell what you were thinking, speaking up for you. “Good things come to those who wait,” he told you, and you rolled your eyes at the stupid saying. “You can get yourself off if you want, or you can wait for me to fuck you,” he mumbled in your ear, now returned to his previous position, hands resting on your waist.

“Please,” you breathed, watching his eyes trace your body in the mirror, committing it to memory. “You’re gonna watch yourself come apart on my cock, yeah? Are you wet knowing you’ll get to see me fuck you?” Your eyes fluttered shut at the thought, and he sucked on the crook of your neck, hands coming to rest beside yours.

He leaned forward, lining himself up with you before pushing in slowly. A stammered ‘shit’ slipped out as he delved further. He moaned softly as you took every inch, cunt warm and wet, desperately waiting for a sign to continue. After another mumbled ‘please,’ he kept going, pulling back before thrusting in again, face contorted in pleasure.

You watched as he pounded into you, a cacophony of moans and names encased the two of you, unable to process anything but each other. He moved his hands back to your skin, one diving down to your clit, the other cupping your breast.

It was all too much, going dumb over his touch. “I’m gonna—“ you moaned out, only for him to cut you off. “You can wait,” he muttered back, thrusts growing sloppier each time. You let out an uncontrollable sob as he denied you, feeling as if you’d burst if you had to wait any longer.

“Please let me come,” you pleaded, breath shaking as you locked eyes with him. He took pity on you, humming in question. You could tell he was close, growing louder as you clenched around him. “Fuck, come with me,” he commanded, your vision darkening as he released inside of you, continuing to fuck you as you held yourself up against the countertop, body weak from the exertion.

He stayed inside for a minute and kept his arms wrapped around you, surveying your dazed expression. Your hair was a mess, lips wet and skin blemished, pupils still dilated, and you were practically hearing colors. “Damn,” you said, incapable of forming words. He laughed quietly behind you, “Yeah.”

You hauled yourself up, resting against his chest and tilting your head up to look at him, pressing a small kiss to his lips. “I think it’s time for that shower.”

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