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princesachicana · 9 months

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𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 pt.2

a/n: it's finally here!! how long has it been?! first things first i want to say thank you to everyone who's been rooting for this fic!! I honestly hit a huge writers block and had no motivation to write!! but all the sweet messages from people saying they enjoyed my work has made me so happy!!! SO ONCE AGAIN THANK U AND I HOPE U ENJOY!! I tried my EXTRA HARDEST SO I HOPE THIS GIVES U THE CLOSURE YALL WANTED I LOVE YOU SM! ALSO THIS IS NOT PROOF READ SO PLEASE EXCUSE ANY MISTAKES!! I JUST WANTED TO FINALLY POST FOR U GUYS!!

It took a lot out of you not to stay in bed the next morning. The softness of your bed wrapped around your body gives you some sort of comfort. But of course, staying in bed would only make you feel worse. At least if you got up it would be easier to fake happiness. To no surprise, your phone was flooded with missed calls and texts from both Steven and Belly. Of course, you only responded to belly telling her that you'll explain your reasoning for ditching your "date" with Steven later.

Why did Steven even bother leaving you so many texts last night? If you were such a bother to him? Annoying. That's what he thinks you are. And what if you never heard those disgusting things he said about you? and went on the date with him? Would he just continue to lead you on?

Steven: waiting for you by the pool.

Steven: ur late

Steven: u look pretty even though i can't even see you. pls im starving

Steven: is belly holding you hostage?

Steven: it's been 18 minutes cmon.

Steven: the guys are going to laugh at me for being stood up I'm getting nervous.

Steven: did something happen are you okay?

Steven: belly is worried as well lmk.

You laughed at the messages blinking back angry tears that threatened to fall. Gosh! he was so fake. You could only imagine how relieved he must have been to not hang out with you.

Belly: have funnnn

Belly: no funny business!!

Belly: wait where did you go?!

Belly: Steven keeps pacing back and forth waiting for u

Belly: what’s going on?

Belly: just let us know ur okay

Belly: y/n ??!?!??

Y/n: hey, something came up last night sorry I had you worried. can u come over?

Belly arrived 20 minutes later. You spent the time together watching reruns of your favorite Disney show. “Do you want to talk about it?” Belly asked after a while, noticing something was bothering you.

“I overheard the guys talking about me last night.” You fiddled with the throw blanket that was on your lap. “At first it was just them teasing Steven about our date or whatever.” You took a deep breath upset that you felt like crying. “But Steven only agreed to hang out with me…” You paused blinking back tears. Belly moved closer immediately pulling you into a hug. “He only agreed to hang out with me…so I could stop annoying him! I honestly don’t know what I did wrong?” You pulled away from belly’s arms wiping your tears that had fallen.

“Maybe I was too forward? but I just wanted to see if he felt the same way…it was dumb.” You shrugged. Belly shook her head “Nope my brother is a fucking idiot!” she stood up taking your hand in hers and pulling you up. “I won’t let you mope around all day because of him!” You sighed “I don’t even have a choice do I?” Belly laughed shaking her head. “What do you say we go to the boardwalk? Taylor’s coming in today too” she smirked.

“And maybe someone would be happy to see you I don’t know” she whispered with a grin. “What are you talking about?” You questioned. “Well you know Xavier..the one that works the lemonade stand?” You nodded your head yes. “Well, he totally has the hots for you.” You cringed at her word choice. “He does not!” You laughed. “Oh, he does! you were too busy ogling my brother last summer you didn’t notice him ogling you.” she poked your side teasingly.

“Now let’s go!”

“Stay still before I poke your eye out” Taylor groans finishing up your eyeliner. You were now at the Fisher’s beach house getting ready to go down to the boardwalk. You laugh pulling away “I think that’s enough…if you make my eyeliner any thicker I’d cry!” Taylor playfully pushes your head away. “Sorryyyyy i want to make Xavier fall to his knees when he sees you!” You frown when she brings that name up. Sure, Xavier was a nice guy…and he was cute…but he wasn’t Steven.

You’d always imagined Steven being your first everything. First kiss, first date, first time. It was something you’d dreamt of all this time.

“Yeah…im going to get a snack before we head out do y’all want anything?” You ask heading towards the door. Both girls gave you a sympathetic smile shaking their heads no.

As you reached the kitchen you stopped in your tracks. Steven turned from looking into the fridge. You made eye contact for about 5 seconds before you beelined for the cabinets. “Hey,” Steven broke the silence as you pulled out a granola bar. You felt the warmth of his stare and turned finding him now leaning against the counter. “Hey…” you whispered looking anywhere but his face. “So you gonna tell me what happened last night?” Steven crossed his arms around his chest.

“Just didn’t feel up for it anymore ..” You shrugged nonchalantly. “That’s it?” Steven scoffed. “Yeah…that’s it” you whispered about to walk away. “What’s going on? I’m like so confused right now.” Steven gently gripped your arm. “Nothing just forget it…it’s not like you wanted to go anyways.” you rolled your eyes. “And what makes you think that?” He muttered eyes scouring your face for the truth. “Um, I don’t know let’s see …you quite literally ignored me this entire week!” You responded sarcastically.

“I didn’t mean to. I had a lot of shit on my mind alright?” Steven uttered softly. It almost felt genuine. The words he spoke just last night almost became liquid. “Yeah like what?” You whispered eventually looking into his eyes. “You can tell me..” You spoke gently stepping into him closer. No matter how much he’s hurt you. Steven would always make you melt. “Nothing let’s just forget about it…he pulled away opening up the fridge once again.”

It was like a switch was flipped. How he went right back to that cold shoulder he had been giving you all week. “You're a fucking asshole” You spewed, already ready to walk out of the kitchen. “Where are you going?” He abruptly spoke again. “The boardwalk…you know? so I won’t annoy you here.” With that, you left a confused and remorseful Steven behind.

“Hey, look y/n why don’t you go get a lemonade?” Belly suggested with an eyebrow raise. Shit. you were hoping they forgot about that. “Guys I don’t feel up for this..” You pouted looking between both Taylor and Belly. “Noooo go talk to him! you look hot as fuck.” Taylor gently grabbed your face giving you a mini pep talk.

“What if Xavier wants to hang out..I cant just ditch you guys?!?” You were stalling and they knew it. “We’ll be here waiting for you” Belly smiled. “Just try to have fun alright? But hey if you don’t really want to do it …we’ll back off” She narrowed her eyes at Taylor. “No…I’ll go” You laughed giving both of them a hug “Thank you guys.i really appreciate this.” You’d definitely still be moping around in your room about Steven if it wasn’t for Belly and Taylor. They both wished you luck as you headed straight for the lemonade stand.

As soon as he spotted you. The biggest smile spread across his face. “y/n? damn, it’s been so long” Xavier greeted you with a hug. “It’s only been a year!” You playfully ruffled his curly hair that sat atop his head. “That’s way too long…I enjoy seeing pretty girls year-round.” He spoke smoothly, he definitely knew how to talk to girls. “Shut up” You laughed pushing him away with not that much force.

“I have an hour lunch break…you up for arcade games?”

“So…you seeing anyone?” Xavier asked as he ate a scoop of his mint chocolate chip ice cream. You thought about it for a moment. Technically no you weren’t seeing anyone. But you knew you were still hung up on Steven. A day at the boardwalk with Xavier wouldn’t change that. “It’s complicated…I guess” Xavier sighed “I've been there…it’s rough” You nodded you were curious as to what he meant but you didn’t want to be nosey.

“Hey, look they have street fighter..” Xavier smirked. “Want to go a couple of rounds?” You nodded immediately pulling him towards the game. “Mhhm loser buys the winner a funnel cake!” You suggested with a chuckle. “Ouuu im so down y/n” Xavier squeezed your hand that held his quickly striding towards the arcade game.

Just two more steps, Just two more steps and you’d be fine. The rowdy yelling completely threw you off. You stopped in place looking behind you where the voices were coming from. You had no time to move out of the way, no time to prevent this from happening.No time to stop the trio of boys that you knew all too well. Suddenly a body collided with Xavier, the force immediately making your intertwined hands lose. “Dude, what the fuck?” Xavier groaned. It was then that you snapped back into reality. Eyes wide when you noticed Xavier’s ice cream now all over his shirt.

“What’s up? how are we doing?” That voice full of humor made you scoff. Steven stood tall a smile on his face. You hated that it kind of made your heart flutter. “Steven, what is your problem?” You gestured towards Xavier’s now ice cream stained shirt. “He’ll be fine y/n it’ll wash out.” Steven laughed, but once he noticed you didn’t find this funny at all he frowned. “I’m sorry man, I just came over to say what’s up..” You ignored Steven’s apology not believing he meant it. “Hey want me to help you get cleaned up?” You asked Xavier voice full of concern.

“No.I got it…I’ll see y’all later.” Xavier spoke nonchalantly as he walked away. When he was out of eyesight you brushed past steven heading out the door.

“Y/n” Steven immediately followed behind you. His long legs make it easier for him to catch up with you. “You embarrassed me” You stopped outside the arcade, letting him pull you to the side. “Embarrassed? sorry to interrupt your little date” Steven scoffed. “It's not a date we were just hanging out, why do you care?” You groaned running your hands down your face. “Maybe because just yesterday you were supposed to hang out with me?” Steven spoke definitively.

“Oh my god, just earlier you agreed to forget about it,” you said with an eye roll. “It was dumb, stop acting like you care just go home Steven I did you a favor.” He shook his head “What are you talking about right now?” Steven pulled you in closer, one of his hands placed on your waist. The other coming to the side of your face, willing you to look at him.

“I heard you.i heard everything,” you spoke up voice hoarse. Steven’s heart carried pain at the tears that stood brimming in your eyes. The realization was clear when he made the connection. “And you know..who cares what Jeremiah and Conrad think! what hurt the most was you.” You shrieked. You hated that you were crying in front of him. You hated that when he hauled you against his chest you felt secure.

“I'm sorry baby... I'm sorry” Steven sounded voice vulnerable. Leaving kisses atop your head. “Why would you say that?” you sobbed breaking down in front of the boy who caused it. “I didn't mean any of it” Steven brought your face between his hands once again. “But you said it..it still fucking hurts Steven.”

You wiped your face getting prepared to pull away and walk back home.

“Wait, please let me talk to you.” Steven begged. “okay” you replied being prepared to cry all over again. “My head has been all fucked up..and that isn't an excuse I know” Steven looked down as if he couldn't construct the next words. “Please don't shut me out.” you pleaded gently. “I want you...i have all this time.” Steve confessed for the first time.

“—And I didn't want to fuck anything up we've..been so close all our lives if I ever messed that up I would never forgive myself.” It's as if you were dreaming, the boy you loved stood in front of you disclosing his feelings for you. “And what? this whole week of you acting cold towards me, were you trying to avoid your feelings?” Steven bobbed his head “Yes, if I lied to myself it would make lying to everyone else easier because the fucking truth is I want you so bad” You didn't tell him but at that moment you forgave him.

“And you called me the annoying one?” You giggled pushing on his chest gently. “Right now we could have been making out on the beach….but noo you had to be a brooding boy” Steven tickled your side, causing you to squirm in his arms. “Yeah, my fault can I kiss you now? been practically wanting to my whole life.” Steven threw his head back fake pouting setting one hand over his chest. You figured you'd throw his words right back at him. “You're so desperately desperate”

Steven smirked “Yeah for you? I am” Those words welcomed a whole lot of beautiful feelings. At that moment is when Steven bent down bringing his lips down onto your own. As your lips moved together, butterflies erupted in your belly. You smiled against his lips when you both needed a breath. “Hey, by the way, your not off the hook.. I'm still sort of pissed at you.” You declared pointing a finger into his chest.

“Yeah, I figured” He laughed wrapping his arms even tighter around you. “How about I make it up to you this whole week? I'm taking you out on dates…ill even get on my knees if I have to. I'm going to follow you around like a puppy.” Steven rambled on. You laughed out loud covering your mouth with your hands. “Oh, it's funny?” Steven raised an eyebrow suggestively. “Yeah, you're such a loser.” You joked.

Before Steven could respond you tugged him into another kiss. Perhaps everything wasn't one hundred percent fixed. But you and Steven were finally here together. You and Steven were finally in each other's arms that's all that mattered. You’d figure out the rest together.

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closets-closet · 16 days

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Simon Riley. ‘Older’

Okay so sorry for inactivity as of recent, life has been a mess, plus writers block, I’m basically dying. I have something short for yall because i’m still working on a Soap fic.

Im basing this off of the song ‘Older’ by Isabel LaRosa. Definitely give it a listen while your reading or after.

It’s your 22 birthday and what better way to spend it but at home, curled on the couch, enjoying the evening. However you find yourself walking to the bar with all of your girlfriends, who make it no secret that it’s your special day, getting you a bright pink sash and crown that decorates your head. You walk to your local bar, the sounds of music and the smell of hard liquors hitting your nose. You find the way to the bar, sitting down to order a martini, something simple and strong, something to get you through the night. You’re not at all interested in your surroundings. You had hoped to have a stay at home birthday where you could drink wine in piece, have your cake, and watch a shitty true crime documentary, but one could only hope.

2 Drinks in and you hear a bostrious group, their accents flooding your ears like sweet honey. You peek in their direction to see a group of older men sitting at a round table. They’re loud and laughing, not one catches your eye untill you see him. His big, much bigger then the other 3 he’s with, his arms are crossed over his chest as he sits back in his seat. You drink in the sight, he’s the most interesting thing that’s happened all night. it just so happens to seem that he’s noticed you to, the way his eyes trace your curves, the dress you’re wearing extenuating your cleavage and hugging your thighs.

He’s got you pressed to the door of your own apartment, one hand in your hair holding your face to his, balaclava pulled just above his nose freeing his lips to you, other hand holding on your your hip. “Love ruining young pretty things like you” He whispers as he breaks from the kiss pulling your chin up forcing your eyes to his “Needed an older man to finish off your night?” He taunts “Guys your age just don’t do it for you any more? Need someone more experienced, someone rougher.” God the sound of his voice makes your panties embeassingly wet. A high pitched whine escapes you as one of his large hands makes it way between your legs, his fingers pressing at your clothed cunt “Little Dove all worked up over some kissing.” He purrs the sound resonating deep in his throat. He hooks two large arms under your thighs, scooping you up as he carries you out of the foyer of your flat and towards your bedroom. He tosses you on the bed before hooping his fingers in the waist band of your panties and yanking them off and pushing your dress over your hips. Your body fills with warmth as he toys with your glossy folds with a strong finger spreading your arrousal all over “Gonna need some stretching” He whispers before plunging a large finger in you. The sensation causing you to moan aloud, one of your hands quickly moves to muffle the lewd sounds that escape your lips. “Nonono… Dove” He taunts, his finger gently moving in and out of you “Let me hear you” he takes another big hand pushing yours away forcing them above your head. He slowly starts to intergrate a second finger, the feeling of the stretch causing you to gasp aloud. The way his thick fingers curl to hit the spongy spot causing you to moan, the pain quickly fading into pleasure as he consistently hits your spot. “I think i’m gonna..” you moan out you legs and body tensing up, your breaths coming shorter. He quickly pulls his fingers out of you quickly “Awww little dove, we don’t finish on peoples fingers, would much rather finish you on my cock” He gives you a toothy grin, the rest of his face still obscured by the black mask. You hear his hands work at the buckle on his belt and then the slow unzipping of his pants. You feel it, the tip of him is pressing against your cunt. You groan slightly as he rocks his hips, rubbing himself in your arrousal. “Such a pretty little hole” he whispers as he lines him self up with you, two of his fingers spreading you apart for him to see. “Can’t wait to ruin you” without any other words he shoves into you, bottoming out immediately. The sensation knocks the wind out of you as he hits your cervix with ease “Fuck me” He groans “Haven’t been in pussy this tight in ages” He pulls his hips back before snapping them forward, sinking all the way back into you. “For a Young pretty lilttle thing like you, i’m surprised you haven’t been ran through” he chuckles as he sets a steady pace his cock slamming into your cervix over and over again. The feeling of him hitting you deep every time coupled with the way he’s speaking to you makes your mind go blank, you’re a moaning mess, tounge lulling and drool starting to pool as a familiar sensation starts to arise in your stomach once again. “So fuckin pretty when you’re getting all dumb” He whispers his finger reaching out to push down your tongue, opening his mouth wide for him to see. “Bet you love this, being ruined by a man twice your age” His words cause the feeling of ecstasy even stronger. “Think imma cum” you manage to choke out around his fingers, his hips pick up the pace “Yes Dove, finish on my cock. Show me how I ruined you” You’re pussy clenches around him before you finish, your body going limp. He thrusts a few more times before pulling himself from you and finishing on your thighs. “So pretty” He mumbles before slipping back on his black trousers and buckling them tight “Leaving now little Dove.” He says running a hand through your tangled hair. He stands in the door way to your bedroom. “You know where to find me if you ever want a round two” He says before he leaves.

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1whore1gang · 5 months

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it’s the little things🤍

hey y’all! this is part 6!!

catch up HERE

sorry this took so long to get out to y’all, been working like crazy and had some writers block, BUT IM HERE TO FEED YALL

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MDNI!!!

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You lay in your cot, your body aching from the long days of hard work. You had just gotten back from a shift, your phone ringing as your back hit the fabric. You had super shotty service, so a call coming throigh was a miracle.

“Hey baby, I hope you’re well.” You swiped to answer the call. It was your John.

“Hey honey, just tired as hell.” You chuckled a little as you laid on your side, placing your phone next to you.

“I know you don’t have much time to talk and need your rest but I wanted to not only hear your voice but let you know I met the babysitter today. She cleared the background check and she loves the boys.” You could hear his smile in his voice.

“That’s good.” You replied, your eyes closed as you felt your body relax to his voice.

“She’s young, 19. She’s a spritey thing, lots of energy. She’s bubbly and super great with the boys. Her name is Tia. I think she’ll be good for them, be able to keep up.” He sounded excited, and you were happy he’d found a girl you could trust to watch the boys.

“I’m glad babe, hopefully they don’t chase her away. How much is she charging? Is she staying on base?”

He chuckled, “I’m paying her so don’t you worry about the money doll, as for her, she’s staying in my room. I’m giving my room a deep clean and washing my sheets before I leave.”

“She’s sleeping in your bed?” You opened your eyes at this and propped yourself up on your elbow.

“Yeah, comfier than the couch.” He said it so casually, but it somewhat bothered you that some babysitter was sleeping in his bed before you were. Yes, you chose not to, but it still bothered you, the idea of a much younger woman sleeping in his sheets, using his room for herself. “Baby?”

His voice broke you out of your thoughts. “Yeah, but the couch isn’t too bad. I’ve been sleeping on it. I would prefer it over my current situation.” You heard John laugh a little.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be out there before you know it, I’ll make sure you stay comfy and get rested. Tia though-“ He continued to ramble on about how Tia did with the boys and what he thought of her. He spoke about how she’s coming again so he can give her a rundown on everything she’ll need to know, and make sure she doesn’t have any questions. He said he’s going to spend the day with her and the boys so she can get acquainted.

It bothered you a bit. You knew deep down it was nothing, John wouldn’t sleep with a 19 year old, nor would he cheat on you. Right?

“But, I’ll let you go my love, get some rest. I’ll see you in 4 days.” You big your goodbyes as he hung up.

You quickly fell into a deep sleep.

“Lieutenant! Get your ass up and get to your post!!” You woke up to Captain Snyder’s voice booming. “You’ve got 20 minutes until your shift, get moving.”

“Yes sir.” Your voice was hoarse as you arose from the rough cot and threw on the missing pieces of your uniform you didn’t sleep in. Your eyes were heavy as you hobbled to your post, taking the jeep to the embassy.

You noticed your soldiers were in a similar state? you were all starving and restless. Some soldiers had been sent home because of their sickness, being considered critical. You did your best not to push your squad, letting them take breaks and rest up, but more and more were falling ill, including yourself.

Unfortunately, being the leader, you weren’t allowed to go take a break or go rest up to feel healthy. You had to push through and manage, and that had caused you to become a shell of yourself. You had continued to lose weight, lose energy and motivation, even feeling i’ll yourself. You weren’t able to eat from lack of appetite, anything you ate came back up within an hour.

You felt like death, and you were scared for John to see you this way, but he was bringing backup to replace the soldiers who had been rushed to hospitals.

At night while you were watching transports, you dreamed of him getting off that plane, the way his arms would save you from the trouble you’d endured here.

The worst part of this mission though? Captain Snyders team was completely fine. They were all healthy, rested and none of them had fallen ill. They weren’t being pushed like your squad.

There was something fishy here and you couldn’t put your finger on it. You didn’t have the energy to even put thought into it.

You were so close to John’s arrival, only 36 hours until he arrived. You were on duty when you were checking someone into the embassy and you felt your field of vision turn black. You grabbed into Private Frag next to you as you felt yourself begin to collapse.

You woke up 32 hours later. Captain Snyder was in the med tent with you and the nurse. He looked pissed. “Lieutenant, nice of you to join us. What the hell were you thinking?! You have a crew to take care of!”

“I’m sorry sir, I haven’t been feeling myself lately.” Your voice came out so quietly, your voice lost somewhere.

“No excuses L.T. You’re here because I recommended you. Your commendable leadership in previous missions was what got you here. Your behavior on this mission has been unacceptable, and therefore you’ve been sentenced to 24 hour duty. You will watch the embassy starting tomorrow at noon, and finishing the following day at noon with no breaks.” You felt your breath catch, there was no way he expected you to do that in your condition. You could barely speak! Barely move!

“Sir, I don’t mean to talk back but-“

“Then don’t speak.” You felt the feeling of crying, but no tears came due to your dehydration. “You are allowed the rest of today to rest, but I want to see you well and alive tomorrow at noon at the embassy’s back entrance to begin your shift. Now, if you excuse me I have to go welcome to incoming squad and Captain Price.”

You sighed at his name, your John was here. You began to breath unevenly, emotion taking over you, but you were too tired to cry. “Sir, if I could just-“

“No Lieutenant. You will not speak any longer. You are to remain silent when I am in your presence. I do not want anymore inexcusable behavior from you and if there is, I will be forced to punish you accordingly.” He was stern as he threw his cap on and exited the tent.

You felt helpless as the nurse shushed you and began to administer more fluids into your IV and tried to give you some food.

A couple of hours later, you were up and walking. You were hardly doing it, but the nurse needed the bed for a soldier who had gotten a stomach parasite while in the desert. You were on your way back to your tent when you saw Captain Snyder.

His cocky smirk made your stomach sink. “Lieutenant! I see your back to your normal self!” He landed a hard pat to your shoulder, making you nearly topple over.

“Sir, please, I really need a couple of days to recover, I’m not well.” You looked up at him with your droopy, sunken in eyes.

He laughed. “You think I’m going to allow you that? I am your superior and you are going to listen to me. You answer to me and take orders from me. If I tell you you’re fine and to fulfill your 24 hour tomorrow, that’s what you do. Clear?”

“Captain, sir, please-“

“I said clear?!” His voice echoed as he shouted in your face, his grip tight on your upper arm.

“Sir-“

“I’m sorry.” You heard a cocky voice fill your ears. “What did you just say?” It was a voice that began to fill your soul with life.

“Captain Price.” Snyder kept his grip on you as he turned. “I was just telling my Lieutenant here-“

“Your Lieutenant?” John chuckled lowly as he slowly stepped closer, foot by foot.

“I am her Captain now, she takes her orders from me.” His grip tightened on you as he straightened himself to stand taller. You whimpered at the brusing grip of his fingers digging into your skin.

John’s laugh brought your eyes up to him. Your knees about gave out at the sight of him. He was in full uniform, his guns hanging from his hip, his boonie cap hanging low on his forehead. “Last time I checked Captain,” He spat the man’s title. “Her vest says 141, so does her file. That makes her my Lieutenant.” John cocked his head to the side as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“You are not apart of this mission Price.” Snyder kept his arm on you, almost like his bruises in your arm would claim you as his property.

“Get your hands off my officer before I lay mine on you.” John’s voice was a growl as he threatened Snyder. “Now.”

You felt the fingers dug into your arm slowly release as you wobbled, now standing on your own. You fully faced John, seeing him fully. His gaze softened at your state. “She will only ever take orders from me, her Captain. She will not take anything from your mouth. She is my Lieutenant, and will report to me and only me.” He gently grabbed you as he escorted you to your tent, leaving Captain Snyder speechless.

“Oh Y/N, my dear.” He set you on your cot, coming to sit with you, letting you lean against him. “What is happening here?”

You sniffled as you took in that homey scent of him. The sweet cologne mixed with cigar smoke. He was here, your John was here. “How’re the boys, I miss them.”

“Oh your voice-“ He began to draw circles into your back as he ran his hand through your hair, shushing you. “Don’t talk, save your energy to rest, love. I’m so sorry this is happening.”

You look up at him, staring into his eyes. “Kiss me.”

He doesn’t hesitate to follow your instructions. His lips meet yours briefly, yet the kiss was so full of love and care. “Darling…”

“John?” You said.

“Yes dear?”

“What was that out there?”

“What was what?” He cocked his head, raising his eyebrows as he stared down at you.

“Your Lieutenant?” You smirked, kissing him again.

“You are mine. That man has no right to talk to you that way. Only I can boss you around, only I can order you around. You’re mine.” His eyes darkened as he spoke, his voice a low growl.

“John?” You cooed.

“Yes Y/N?” His eyes were hooded as he looked at you.

“Make me yours.” John flinched forward to kiss you but quickly stopped. “John?”

“I don’t wanna break you. You’re so pretty and you don’t feel well.” His hand caressed your cheek.

“I don’t care, wreck me.”

John’s whole demeanor changed as he roughly captured your lips with his, his hands groping around your body, holding on tightly.

“Look at ya, all needy for me.” John’s voice ran shivers up your spine as his breath tickled against your neck.

His lips left marks all over your neck as he began to rid you of your shirt. “Lemme see ya-“

“John-“ His eyes met yours as you began to breath quicker in anticipation. He looked at you as you nodded and he quickly left you without a shirt or bra.

His hands massaged your breasts as his mouth took home on one of your nipples, sucking and playing with it. His gums of satisfaction caused sparks through your nerves. You let out a few quiet moans, and at that he made it his job to bring more out of you.

He loved that sound and wanted to drink it in, hearing it over and over. You put your hand in his hair as he continue to give your breasts attention, but you needed him elsewhere. You took his wrist in your other hand as you let it to your center. “John, please.” You begged.

His eyes were blown out as he looked up at you, practically ripping your pants off as he took his stance between your legs, his face inches from you. “You’re soaked baby.” Two of his fingers dragged through your folds. “All ready for me aren’t you?”

Those two fingers pressed inside of you, moving around, feeling the way you felt. John let out a moan at the feeling, beginning to scissor his fingers to stretch you out. “Gotta make you comfortable baby.” His fingers then pumped in and out of you slowly as his mouth latched into your clit.

You let out an unholy moan at the pressure. “John!” His name kept leaving your lips along with strings of curses.

“You gonna cum for me doll?” His voice had a hint of teasing to it, having you coming undone so quickly. “Do it, cum around my fingers, all over my mouth.”

And you did. His beard was coated with a glaze as he sat up and began to undo his belt. “Come here sweet thing.”

His thumb guided your chin as you sat up, mouth open and ready for him. “Mmm, that’s a sight.”

“I love you John.” You said with doe eyes, staring up at him from the edge of your cot.

“You’re gonna really love me in a minute baby.” He pulled his boxers down and freed his hard cock, it springing free in front of your eyes.

You stared as he pulled his pants all the way down and discarded his shirt. His cock was large, but it was beautiful. It had a vein running up the bottom of it, curving up slightly and his pink tip was shiny with precum. You licked your lips as your left hand rested on his thigh, your right wrapping around his base.

You heard his breath hitch at the contact and you looked up at him as you took him in your mouth, then locking a stripe up the bottom of his cock. “Fuck baby, yes.”

His hand came to dig into your hair to guide you along him, you sucking and pumping him to absolute ecstasy.

His groans were music to your ears. You continued to keep eye contact as he began to take control little by little. You felt his hand gently push against the back of your head as you took him deeper and deeper into your throat.

You could tell he wanted to fuck your mouth. You pulled off of him with a pop and brought his face close to yours. “John honey?”

“Yes?”

“Do it.” John let out the most gorgeous moan at your words as he stood back to his full height and tightly held your hair. He shoved his dick all the way to the back of your throat, causing a small gag to come out of you.

He was singing your praises as he stayed there. “That’s it baby, relax for me.” He spoke slowly, calmly.

Continuing to take deep breaths, your nose was buried in his hips until he moved, and he moved quickly. His pace was reckless and you could feel a bruise forming at the back of your mouth from his tip abusing it. The sounds and grunts coming out of him were dirty and it made you wet thinking about how his cock would feel inside of you.

Your hands squeezed his thighs as you felt him begin to stutter. “Fuck.”

He grabbed your shoulders as he lifted you up and bent you over the small desk in your tent, quickly shoving himself deep in your pussy. “So fucking tight, mm.”

He paused for a second, breathing through teeth. “Fuck baby, relax a little.”

His thumb rubbed your lower back as he felt you become more comfortable with his size. He bummed as he began to move, slow at first.

He grunted as his arms crossed, hands grabbing your hips to reinforce himself as his hips began to quickly snap against your ass. You were a moaning mess as his balls stimulated your clit. “Fuck! Yes!”

“Who do you belong to?” He said it between grunts and the question caused you to moan in response. “Who’s. Are. You.”

“Yours! I’m all yours John!!” You we’re shouting, the pleasure he was giving you was out of this world.

You felt the coil in your stomach tightening as he continued to plow into you. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You said, your legs beginning to shake.

“Cum for me darling.” A couple more thrusts and you were a mess under him, your hips were beginning to ache and your legs were jelly.

“I’m close.” He growled lowly, grunts pouring from his mouth as his hips moved sloppily. “In or out?”

You couldn’t even respond as he continued to wreck your insides. “Baby, I need to know.”

“In.”

John released as soon as the word left your mouth, filling you up. His pulled his cock out and quickly shoved two fingers in you, keeping his cum from leaking out. “Look at how pretty you look all fucked out.”

“John…” Your voice made him switch immediately, removing his fingers and swooping you up in his arms as he put you on your cot.

“I’ll be right back, I promise.” John kissed your forehead, leaving the tent.

You laid in the afterglow waiting for him to return, and when he did you began to tear up. He walked in with your favorite pajama pants and one of his hoodies and a towel.

He was dressed in his pajamas as well. He cleaned you up, helping you into the clothes he brought you. “I couldn’t come see my girl and not bring her something from home when I leave.”

He laid down behind you, your back against his chest as he pulled your hair into two braids, out of your face. “I really do love you John.”

“I love you too, and don’t let Snyder get to you. I will take care of it okay? You will be here resting as long as you need before you’re healthy again. I won’t let him mistreat you anymore. You’re my girl.”

You turned to look up at him as he planted a long kiss on your lips. “I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.”

You kissed him again before settling in against his chest. “Thank you…”

“Always my love.”

#captain price x reader #modern warefare 2 x reader #soap mactavish smut #soap mactavish x reader #tf141 x reader #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #johnny mactavish #john price #kyle gaz garrick

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dabislittlemouse · 9 months

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2k followers event 🩵

AAAHHHHHHH just saw that I hit 2k followers today so I’d really like to thank all of you guys for choosing my silly horni Dabi blog to follow and interact for these past few years🥹 I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving this man so yall better not stop either 🔪

I took a long break from this blog and I didn’t think I’d ever get back to it and reach this far, I’m extremely thankful for everyone who’s supported me and my writing, and for all of your beautiful dirty minds sharing your ideas & fantasies with me. Usually I get excited to enter Tumblr just to read what you guys send me on inbox or dms, like yes I’m the writer but I love mostly to read and scream with all of you together over Dabi stuff rather than just simply writing.

And I’m very grateful for meeting some of the best people in here, like seriously.

Okay so to get to the point, I haven’t actually thought what kind of event I’d do once I reach 2k so my brain is kinda empty SORRY💀 if any of you has a cool idea in mind please drop it my way, maybe a game or something, Dabi roleplay, Dabi Q&A, I don’t know, you choose🩵

Also if you are blocked, just know that it’s because you’re an ageless empty blog, or a minor, or an asshole 💀 so please read my blogs rules before following me

#pick PICK PICK #watch me go back to 1k followers after i get rid of ageless blogs #dabi #follower milestone #touya todoroki #mha dabi

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sorikkung · 2 years

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23, 40, and 71 for the fanfic writer asks!! 🤍

hiii rain! <3 sorry i rambled a lot in these oml

23. how do you deal with writers block?

i dont.

that seems like a smartass answer but i literally just do not SDKFJHKSDF if i get writers block i simply do not write. i will go for months at a time without writing due to writers block it just be like that. its only within the past month or so that ive been tryna really get myself to write more often or at least more often than like, once a month, but ive been riding a motivation kick and havent really hit writers block since so i suppose i will deal with that as it comes? if i hit a block on one wip i just switch to another. sprinting on a writing discord server with some friends is another way to get me off my ass and writing!! (shoutout to the skz writing server im in, yall are incredible.)

40. best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten.

oh man i treasure all feedback i get but i will never not be thinking about a friend of mine (hiiii elizabeth <3) saying she found a home in my story. the story in question is my series what goes on in neverland and it is a story that is just so, so personal to me bc its blatant wish fulfillment and that in itself is so exposing? because by writing an mc thats a blatant self-insert rather than a one-size-fits-all reader insert its like... i am baring myself and all my dreams for everyone to see. and its so different from other fics in so many ways from the transmasc rowdy and obnoxious mc to the complex relationship w all the characters from multiple fandoms so its like... its so niche and tailored specifically for Me that i was surprised anyone else would enjoy it let alone enjoy it so much that they could find a home in it, something so personal like the safety and understanding that comes with finding home in something, it was just so moving and i think abt it a lot. being able to make a home for someone through writing is just so special and im gonna keep writing and hope that more people can find something like that in it too.

71. how do you balance writing and life? do you ever feel overwhelmed by the amount of writing you have to do?

i do not. SDFKJHSDFKHKs once again i am just.. hardly a functioning person my dude i write when i write and i life when i life but those two things do not often work cohesively with each other. im not overwhelmed by the amount of writing i Have to do bc i dont Have to write shit i just Want to write so much that yeah, it can get a little overwhelming but its less the writing itself thats overwhelming and more just my adhd making every small task overwhelming like writing 3000 words in one sitting is easier than doing all the dishes in my sink rn. i havent showered in days and havent done my washing in weeks so im wearing dirty clothes to work and my acne And eczema are horrendous because i keep forgetting or not having time to apply creams and i sometimes get so intimidated by something as simple as making instant pasta that i simply do not eat. i aint balancing SHIT my dude i am just rolling with the punches and trying not to die with varying degrees of success.

writer ask game!

#'how do you-' I DONT. I AM STRUGGLING. SDFJKSKHSDJKF #i be strugglebussin 24/7 my dude i dont even know how im alive but im still kickin so ill attribute that to queer fury and spite probably #every day is an uphill battle against myself but hey at least i got another wgoin chapter out and have been updating gbgb consistently :)#little victories <3 #actually those are big victories #my little victories are like. making it to work on time. getting out of bed in the morning. writing like 3 sentences #anyway #oh btw do you want a moot tag rain. just a nickname if u have one or ill just use rain and an emoji of ur choice <3 #writer ask game #rain 🤍

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goldenhour-goldenboy · 5 years

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*to the tune of 7 rings*

Ma eyes are puffy

Ma nose is stuffy

#that's all #I don't have any more lines #please celine stop haunting me #also I think I'm getting sick again #PLUS #writer's block been hitting me hard #I keep writing a single sentence and then deleting it and closing the doc again #*deep sigh*#yall have to wait a bit more for your requests it seems #im sorry #more tags than text lol

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primalsouls · 2 years

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could you do a pt.2 to the xiao x gn!witch!reader? it could be like some backstory to how xiao and reader met! no pressure if you decline or have to put it on hold!

sure lol! i was actually working on it a couple of days ago but work was bringing my mood lol so i ended up suffering a bit of writer's block 😅 and here you go! hope you enjoy it! :D

also decided to do the backstory in pt 3 since this one was getting a bit long with how it was originally meant to go in lol and reader is like about 24 years old just to give yall an idea. anyway, time to work on the next part 😗

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spellbound pt 2

pt 1

pairing: xiao x gn!witch!reader

theme: general, fluff

warnings: none?

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Aether and Paimon had stayed with the young witch in their house for a few hours now as Xiao left for another round of his trip to gather more materials for the witch. The traveling pair were in the bedroom of the witch, looking around as they figured a way to get rid of their boredom. Then, a small noise of moving around caught Aether's attention. He glanced over at the bed and saw [name] trying to sit up on the bed. Hurriedly, the blonde traveler went to their side. Paimon floating behind him.

"Hey, hey! Careful, [name]! You shouldn't be moving around too much." Paimon said as she looked over the other. [name] smiled weakly at the flying one, waving a hand in a dismissive manner. Aether helped them sat up, fluffing out the pillows behind them so they can relax backwards comfortably.

"There's no need to worry. I'm getting tired of laying down, anyway." [name] said as he leaned back against the pillows, thanking Aether for his help. A sigh escaped their chapped lips, boredom finally setting in. They glanced at the traveler and his small companion, smiling a bit at the interaction between them as they bicker about what to eat. "I don't think we had properly introduced ourselves. I'm sorry you had to see me in this condition." [name] added, bowing their head a little as a way to express their apology. Aether and Paimon shook their heads.

"No, no! It's okay, [name]! Can't be help when one gets sick. Besides, you probably know who we are. And we learned about you from Verr Goldet, so it's all good!" Paimon stated with a smile. "Oh! But actually, how did you get sick?" She asked, raising a brow as she tilted her head and placed her index finger on her chin while the other hand was placed on her waist. Aether crossed his arms over his chest, having to been wandering the same thought.

[name] let out a nervous laugh, a hand scratching the back of their head. "Ah— well, you see..." They started, looking out the window. Their hands fidgeting with the blanket. "A few days ago, I was looking up a flame spell I can use to lit up my furnace without going out and getting wood every time." [name] spared a glance over at the pair, seeing deadpan looks on their faces. "Hey! It's too tiring to chop up woods, you know!" They pouted before continuing on with their misfortune story. "Anyway, since I lived closed to Dragonspine, I decided to visit Starglow Cavern. I thought I dressed myself quite warm. But turned out I did not." They muttered, shame written over their features.

[name] cleared their throat, thanking Aether when he passed the glass of water. "Anywho, I had forgotten how deadly cold Dragonspine was because the second I stepped in, I was hit with a powerful gush of wind. I had never in my life felt chill to my bones!" [name] was still in disbelief with the climate of the mountain, shaking their head. "Obviously I didn't turn back because the cavern had an ingredient I needed for the spell. It was difficult to navigate through the path and by the time I reached the cavern, I was honestly on the verge of passing out. Until Xiao came..." A dreamy sigh left their lips as their mind wandered to the yaksha, this caused the pair to look at each other and raised a brow at the reaction when the yaksha's name came up. "I guess Xiao had a feeling something was wrong and came to find me." They said with a small shrug. "So, now, I'm here. Sick... but hey, my Xiao is taking care of me, ain't he the sweetest!" [name] laughed happily, turning to the pair.

"Wow... All that for an ingredient? For lazing your way out of choppingg some woods!? Hope Xiao scold you for that! You could had died out there!" Paimon exclaimed with a worried tone. [name] simply wave a hand, chuckling softly as they dismissed Paimon's worries. "Oh, by the way, how did you and Xiao met? He's usually brooding and keeps mostly to himself. Always talking about the bad karma and such." Paimon asked, hands behind her back as she glanced at the bedridden witch.

[name] smiled at the questions and comments about Xiao, letting out a laugh. "I'm sure that's something that had been in your minds, no?" They said as they turned to Aether who nodded. The witch gave another giggle, making themselves more comfortable on the bed. "Ah, okay, well... you see, like you stated, Xiao isn't one to be kind to others and minds his own business unless it has something to do with Liyue's protection." They started. "I was pretty well known to be a bit... destructive." [name] said with an awkward laugh. "And Xiao was pretty much pissed about cleaning my messes up..." Aether and Paimon didn't look surprised. If the witch can walk in into Dragonspine despite forgetting how deadly cold it was and still went out of their way to find a simple ingredient, they figured the witch was eccentric enough to grab the yaksha's attention. "We met about... five years ago..."

#genshin impact #x reader #x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x reader #x male reader #genshin impact xiao #x female reader #xiao x male reader #xiao x gender neutral reader #xiao x female reader #xiao x reader #genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact x female reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #primal answers #primal writes #anon

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technowoah · 3 years

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i just really want jack manifold fluff if you’re taking requests like the reader joins jack for laugh and the stream ends idk you can do what you feel is best :]

Free Content Darling

Jack manifold my beloved ♥

Im so behind on requests yall forgive me 😪

Literally sorry in advance-

Jack Manifold x gen neutral! reader (established) blurb imagine

⚠︎ slight swearing, petnames, and a lot of fluff, a little bit of writers block from me :( I didn't proofread LMAONSK HELP-

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"Darling! C'mere!" You heard Jack yell from his recording room. You were currently curled up on the couch scrolling through twitter. The trending page had "JACK" and "TRY NOT TO LAUGH" on the top. The tweets under the trending topics was filled with comments about Jack's stream and other streams happening.

You had heard him laughing and yelling in his recording room before. To be completely honest you dont know why he invited you over his house in the first place. You showed up at his house wanting to just relax and have a fun time with Jack, but after a couple minutes he had told you he had a stream already scheduled today and left to you to your own devices.

Thats how ended up on the couch looking at tweets that talked about your boyfriends stream.

You lazily rolled off the couch and onto your feet. You had the fluffy socks Jack had gotton you as a small gift. You both ended up getting the same socks and slipped around the house because of the hardwood floor. It was a fun activity until you were both mimicking ballroom dancing untill you both slipped and fell on the hardwood floor. It was a small moment but then after you both were more careful around his house.

Opening the door to his recording office you peaked your head inside now knowing if he wanted you completely inside or just wanted to quickly tell you something. The door was in frame when he streams so you couldn't be discreet.

"Hey-"

"Hey! Y/N! Guys it's Y/N!" Jack exclaimed showing you off to the stream. "Come over here love." He waved you over while rolling his identical gaming chair for you to sit on.

You smiled and made your way over to sit beside him in the broken chair.

"Why'd you give me the broken chair this time?" You smiled as you questioned him.

"I mean they are identical, no one would've noticed."

"We'll you told everyone who sat in it that it was broken." You said matter of factly.

"Do you want to sit in this one?" Jack asked pointing to the chair underneath him.

"Yeah I do." You said while putting your hands together in a prayer position. "You wanna switch with me?"

"No, not really Im quite comfortable in my own chair love." Jack said with a smirk leaning back in his chair.

"You sure?"

"Yeah pretty much." Jack's smile widened as he saw your frustration grow.

"Dickhead." You said under your breath.

Jack started to laugh. "What did you say?" He swiveled his chair to face you.

"Nothing. You're hearing things." You smirked.

Meanwhile the chat was freaking out about your interactions. You werent a stranger to Jack's fanbase. A year ago you were just Jack's roommate, but then he slowly introduced you as his significant other. He started flirting with you on stream and on twitter, then after a couple months of that he titled a stream "MEET MY S/O!!!". It was weird for you to be on stream for the first time, but you became accustomed to it.

"What did you want me to do again?" You asked. Jack probably forgot the reason he called you in there in the first place.

"Oh yeah! I wanted to do a stream with you! A you laugh the stream ends type thing. Also the chat was asking for you, they missed you apparently."

"Oh of course they did, I think they love me more than you."

"Yeah I think so! And its not right!" Jack exclaimed and you laughed along with him.

"I think we already lost the challenge, cause we've been laughing for a while haven't we?" You brought up.

"Well the challenge hasn't started. And if we laugh you have to get bonked in the bead with this pillow." Jack had gotton up and walked around the room searching for something to become a punishment. "We have 3 lives each and if we use up all of our lives the stream ends."

"And I have you all to myself?" You asked slightly serious. You still were irked because of tbe fact he invited you over and left you, I mean you are here now next to him, but you wanted time without a camera and monitors in your face.

"Yeah love, of course. But you have to laugh!" Jack exclaimed.

Thinking about the situation, you wanted to laugh and lose all your lives on purpose so you two could have alone time together.

"Fine let's go!"

"Alright then!"

"You suck at this game dont ya?" Jack laughed as mutiple short videos from fans kept popping up on the screen. "You have one more life and I only have two."

It was 30 minutes into the stream and youve been hit with the pillow on Jack's lap more times than you could count, at least that what it felt like. You were on your last life and actually trying to stay in the game after realizing how much fun this was. Maybe you were being selfish, because you were right next to him doing things that you two were going to do alone.

"You have no sense of humor babe." You replied back.

"I do have a sense of humor! I could say my sense of humor is broken even."

"Well mine is too when we compare how many lives we have left."

"Good point."

"YOU LAUGHED!" You stood up confronting him trying to pry the pillow out of his hands to hit him with.

"NO! I did not! Let go!" Jack said still sitting down struggling to keep a good grip on the pillow. You successfully took the pillow out of his hands and started repeatedly hitting him with it as he tried to shield himself.

"Augh! Stop!"

"He laughed! He laughed, you guys saw that right?" You bent down into frame reading the chat while they spammed "YES" and "HIT HIM"

"See, they agree with me Manifold." You said confidently.

"They're just want to see me lose. I'm too powerful." He shrugged.

"Anways! 1 to 1! Loser!" You hit him with the pillow again.

"Stop!"

The stream continued on and the both of you were begging eachother to keep your one lives that you both had left. Everytime you snickered a bit Jack would catch it and vice versa. The stream went on longer than Jack planned, but it seemed like he was having fun. Finally after an hour of streaming and bickering between you both You ended up laughing at this stupid vine from long ago.

"YOU LAUGHED I WON!" Jack threw his hands up in victory. "Holy shit we can end the stream, this took forever."

"You wanna end the stream?" You asked after calming down.

"Well we could just chill and talk to chat, but I would've thought you wanted to chill without.." Jack gestured to the monitors on his stream. "All that."

"How'd you know I wanted to do that?" You asked with a small smile.

Jack shrugged. "Well I kind of left you here in my flat and went to go stream for a while. That was a dick move."

"Well thats what I wanted at first but then you called me in here. I was trying to get all of my lives down, but then I realized how much fun I was having." You explained. For a second you forgot that he was still live until you saw flashing text across a screen out of the corner of your eye.

"It was selfish of me-"

"It wasnt selfish bub! I feel that was valid, but you could've told me." Jack said reassuringly grabbing your hand.

"It was fun though! I wouldn't have it any other way Manifold." You smiled at him and he smiled back.

"Me either."

Jack ended up ending his stream and both of you said your goodbyes to the people watching his stream. He closed everything off of his computer and leaned back in his chair immediately relaxing when the camera was turned off.

"Thanks for inviting me Manifold." You said as he got up to put the pillow back in it's place.

"Of course love." He pressed a kiss to your forehead as we walked away for a second.

"Hey! Why did you invite me anyways?" You asked.

He walked back over to where you were standing and pecked your lips and winked at you. "Free content darling."

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the-writer-ofthe-fandoms · 3 years

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Symbiote (Chapter 14) (Lucifer Morningstar)

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Symbiote! GN! Reader Words: 2.6k+ Warning(s): Injury, blood, mentions of sutures, alcohol A/N: So sorry about the wait yall! My past semester at UC really pulled me through the wringer and i had gotten severe writers block for this book. I hope you enjoyed the chapter. It is a bit slow, but i feel it sets some stuff up for future chapters i have planned ;)) Symbiote Masterlist

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Your body jerked back into Lucifer's chest as the bullet hit you right in the upper right chest. Lucifers arms quickly wrapped around you as he helped you lay on the floor. You weren't sure the exact location of the bullet, the pain was almost blinding. You heard yelling as you saw a man and Chloe kneeling on top of the gunman, who was thrashing and yelling stuff you couldn't make out over the crowd.

"NIBBLE, I WILL HEAL YOU-"

"Not yet, people probably already saw the blood splatter out." You grunted through clenched teeth.

"What is the plan now?" Lucifer asked, his hands applying pressure to the wound.

"I am just-ah- winging it at the moment."

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Irritation and pain.

That is what you were experiencing for many different reasons. After the panic of the shot, obviously someone would call 911 and report a shooter and victim. This would mean the possibility of going to a hospital and receiving treatment. This option wouldn't be that bad if you didn't host an alien in your body. You did not feel like calling Eddie at 9pm on a night you knew he would be working or he would be passed out from a days work.

You watched Lucifer argue with Chloe and a EMT while Ella, and the paramedic were with you. Linda had to leave and honestly, you felt jealous of her. You were moved to sit up while the paramedic inspected you. Chloe and the EMT argued to take you to the hospital while Lucifer argued it would not be necessary.

The pain of having someone mess with a wound that could be healed easily and listening to the back and forth of an argument was really making the experience worse than it was.

"You are very lucky. It seems the bullet didn't get too far, it practically was falling out when I cam to look it over." The paramedic smiled as he bandaged up the wound to cover it. A little bit of blood was seen but you could feel Venom stop some of the bleeding. "The hospital will probably need to stitch the wound."

"Are you sure you or your partner can't stitch me up?" You winced as you adjusted your sitting position.

He chuckled, "No we can't, EMT's and Paramedics aren't really trained to do that. Plus a club isn't really that sterile."

"Well there is a bunch of alcohol we could use." You joke, making him laugh.

"I understand that hospital can be intimidating but with a wound like this you will need some professional help." He smiled sympathetically. "I can offer a sucker pop but that bribery usually only works on children."

"You put up a strong offer but I think I will be good on my own."

"Well, if anything worsens please do come to the hospital." He started putting his medical kit away when he let out a small chuckle. Carefully reaching back into his kit he pulled out a red sucker and slid it across the table. "Our secret."

You carefully take the sucker, thanking him silently before pocketing the candy. You glanced back towards Lucifer, Chloe, and the EMT. Your eyes caught Lucifer watching you both with an unreadable expression before turning his attention back to the other two. You noticed his jaw clench and his eyebrows furrow.

"Alright Matt, we are good to go." The man who helped you called to his partner. "The patient is in stable condition, the wound isn't life threatening and they are refusing treatment."

Matt shrugged his shoulders, "Well that settles that, lets get going then Tom." The two quickly departed, you assumed Matt was tired of listening to Chloe and Lucifer argue to him and wanted to leave as quick as possible.

Lucifer and Chloe made their way to you, both having looks of irritation. You could infer that Chloe was concerned about you refusing to go to hospital but couldn't figure out why Lucifer seemed upset. He technically won his side of keeping you away from the hospital so what was the problem he had?

"Are you absolutely sure you do not want to go to the hospital?" Chloe asked.

"Yea, the paramedic said the bullet didn't get far enough and was practically falling out of the wound." You lightly pat the bandage, knowing full well Venom was healing the wound.

"It was actually pretty cool." Ella laughed and grinned.

"Well if you say so, (Y/N)." She sighed and sat across from you.

"Scooch." Lucifer nudged you ever so slightly. You scooted inwards and he promptly took his seat next to you.

"So, any ideas before I go interrogate Christopher?" Chloe asked, her fingers massaging her temples.

"I've got one; Gene Shepp put him up to this." You mumble. "He did it before, differently, but he did it."

"What did he do last time?"

"He had some teen girl attempt kill a retired detective who was going to help on the case. He had her parents hostage and planned to kill them if she didn't succeed after 36 hours. She was smart though; she somehow knew he was following her but was able to lose him for enough time to get help. He never said why he did this though, but it probably has to do with how he choses victims."

"Right! His file said he chose based on who he deems bad, regardless of how miniscule the reason is."

"Yep." You sit back, relaxing more into the booth. Your injured shoulder stung, but the pain was slowly being numbed by Venom. "Since the kid is in our custody, we should be able to help the family."

"I'll get to the station to start working on him. I'll talk to the chief to allow you both to interview Christopher. I have a feeling you may be able to get something out him." Chloe pulled out her cellphone and sent a text. "Ella, I'll need you at the station too. I'll text you both once I get word from the chief."

"Yea yea." Ella nodded and went to leave before looking you straight in the face with an excited grin. "You had me scared, (Y/N). You are badass but be careful in the future."

"Thanks." You chuckle as she left the booth with a fake, stern look but gave you a thumbs up. Everyone else besides Lucifer left the club, everything was silent. Lucifer was staring at his drink he ordered before the shooting happened. His jaw was clenched and his stare was unreadable to you.

"Is everything alright?" You ask.

"This Gene character is getting on my nerves." He sighed, sipping the drink. "If we get a lead, I want to deal with him on our own."

"Him involving another teen like that has definitely swayed my opinion on doing things legally. Targeting me? Scary, but I have Venom. Targeting my friends and targeting you through threatening a teen? Disgusting."

"After speaking to Christopher, what do you say we take matters into our own hands? I can talk to Mazikeen and see if she can help."

"Yeah, let's do that. Plus it will be easier to keep you safe and keep Venom a secret if Chloe wasn't there. I don't want to go behind her back but-"

"We are just... helpful citizens." Lucifer cut you off with a smile.

"Just a duo of completely normal, human citizens the that just may happen to come across a very dangerous serial killer." You added.

"With a Venom too! A normal monster!" Venom popped his head out and laughed. You and Lucifer dryly chuckled at Venom. You still had a smile on your face but you noticed your demonic companions slowly dropped before he took a sip from his drink. You were slightly worried, it seems like something was on his mind.

"Are you okay, Lucifer?" You ask gently.

He swirled his drink, his lips pursed together. He opened his mouth to speak but then quickly closed it.

"You don't have to tell me, but Venom and I are here for you. Both as a bodyguard and as a shoulder to lean on."

"Thank you, I deeply appreciate it, (Y/N). The same goes to you." It was silent again as he seemed to stew. You've noticed some moments with him where he does this. You couldn't criticize him too much on bottling up emotions when you did that as well.

"Well with everything that happened tonight, a good nights rest should help." You go to move around out of the booth but you felt Lucifer's hand on your back.

"You could always stay here." He offered with a soft voice. "I have spare pajama's and can order spectacular breakfast and raw steak."

"I would very much appreciate that." You felt your stomach twist with some nervousness at the aspect of staying the night with Lucifer. Again. After the almost kiss and the flirting from last time it made things feel a bit... different.

"I FELT THAT." You ignored Venoms comment as you and Satan exited the booth.

"Luckily Venom kept the bleeding to a minimum. Your fancy floors would of been stained."

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Lucifer leaned against his bar while (Y/N) got changed for sleep. He was subconsciously tapping his foot while his mind went over what happened in the past hours. He was feeling a whirlwind of emotions at the moment and he isn't sure how to handle them. Quiet honestly, he felt like tucking tail and running as fast as he could in normal Lucifer fashion.

"I could use one drink." Lucifers head snapped towards where his bedroom was. If he had water in his mouth he would of done a spit take. There (Y/N) was, dressed in deep red, silky satin that fit them perfectly. "The pj's are a little baggy but they feel super soft."

"Yes, well I figured since you and I are working close it would be easy to have a spare set of sleeping attire for you." He smiled and turned to pour a drink from his top shelf.

"That's awful considerate, Lucifer." (Y/N) smiled and leaned against his bar. "I can always pick up some clothes for you for my place-"

"I'll have some shipped." He placed the glass of brown liquor in front of them. They carefully took the glass and sipped.

"Wow, surprisingly smooth." They took another sip.

"It's topshelf for a reason! It was aged for quiet sometime. Anyways how about some music?" He quickly made his way to where a turntable hooked to a speaker was. He grabbed one his favorite classical piano vinyls and placed it ever-so carefully onto the machine before gently lowering the needle.

"So, do you have any idea when we will be going in to question Christopher?" (Y/N) asked, walking to his couch to sit.

"I assume whenever Chloe gives us a call and gets us permission. With all the paperwork involved we will probably be called tomorrow." Lucifer stood in front of them. He decided to let his impulsive nature to push him into doing something bold. "Would you like dance for a song?"

"Dance? While I am in pajama's?" The chuckled.

"Why not, it would be fun, especially after what happened today."

"I'm not too well versed in dancing-"

"Allow me to teach you, darling." He held out his hand. With some hesitation, (Y/N) took his hand and allowed Lucifer to pull them to their feet. "Since I am teaching I will be lead. Keep your right hand in mine and place your left on my shoulder."

"Okay, but I did warn you about my skills."

"You'll do fine." Lucifer smirked and the started the dance. The song was slow so the steps were easy, the two were making their way through the penthouse dancing.

"This is silly." (Y/N) laughed. "Doing this in silk pajamas while you're in a nice suit."

"You still look wonderful." Lucifer complimented with a low voice as he led them into a small twirl. The dancing continued and the two were laughing and smiling. Even when (Y/N) accidentally stepped on his feet. Venom popped out a few times to express his fun and fascination with dancing like this.

The song was coming to a close, Lucifer twirled them one last time before ending the dance with a dip.

"That was fun." (Y/N) grinned as Lucifer pulled them up from the dip. "Shit, I should call Eddie about today. I shouldn't of pushed it off."

"You did get shot after all by someone our pesky serial killer is forcing." The Devil picked up his drink he left and drank the rest of it. "You can always call him tomorrow."

"It's getting late on a weekday, I'll just text him to call me tomorrow." (Y/N) unlocked their phone and sent a quick text before setting their phone down on the coffee table, taking a seat on the couch while dragging their hand down their face in exasperation.

"What's with the sudden mood drop, dear?" Lucifer asked, seating himself by his bodyguard.

"Just taking in the events of tonight. We had such a good day and then Gene has to try and play your father." They chuckled dryly and lean back on the couch.

"He is doing a piss-poor job of imitating, and that saying something. Don't let it get to you too much, (Y/N)."

"I know, it is just draining. I helped lock him up after he tormented San Francisco for three years, and he is out, tormenting L.A.."

"I know that feeling. My mother had gotten out of Hell and tried causing mayhem in more ways than one. But it'll work out. Like we discussed, we have the Devil, Hells number one torturer, a damn good investigative journalist, and an alien who could probably tear him in half."

"I CAN RIP HIM IN HALF BUT I WANT TO EAT HIS ORGANS INTACT." Venom popped his head out from their shoulder with a wicked grin on his face. He cackled before melting back into (Y/N)'s body.

"Given the events of today and it being 10:30 pm, why don't you rest up? I don't need too much sleep, I'll stay awake and catch the call from the Detective."

"You sure?"

"Of course. I will join you in a second. I need yo step out on my balcony for a moment." Lucifer gave a quick nod as he watched (Y/N) go to where his bed was located while he stepped outside, the somewhat cool air of nighttime South California washed over him. He let out a long sigh as he leaned his forearms against the banister, recalling the day.

It had went so well before arriving at Lux. The time at the beach made him subconsciously smile. The complimentary words each other shared warmed his heart, although that dropped when the images of (Y/N) being shot flashed in his moment of recollection. He knew they would have been fine with Venom inside, but he still got hit with panic he helped them to the floor.

Not to mention the pang of jealousy at them and the Paramedic cleaning up.

He very briefly shook his head after that came up, 'Lucifer does not get jealous.'

Lucifer glanced up to the sky, eyeing the few stars he could see from the light polluted sky, before heading back inside to spend another night with his bodyguard (who was inching their way into his heart, but the Devil will not admit that just yet.)

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angelyuji · 3 years

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Obey Me Demons’ Toxic Traits

inspired from the haikyuu boys’ toxic traits by @haikchoo-main

heyyy i know i said i’d write this like a month ago, but i hit some writers block for this lolz. no angels or Solomon sorry :/ anyway enjoy! <3

cw // mentions of cheating, insecurities, break-ups, controlling behavior, angst

Lucifer: he’s not used to not be denied. he’s so used to everyone following his orders that being told “no” is new and annoying. he doesn’t like not being in charge so when he tells you to do something and you say no, he fucking loses it. not like temper tantrum but like he’s about to murder you and rip your limps off your body for defying him. have fun with that.

Asmo: asmo has never been in a committed relationship, his entire personality is based on being a flirt and being with multiple people at once. so, if you guys are dating, you’re going to have get used to the sight of him flirting with every pretty person he sees. he doesn’t understand monogamy like why limit yourself to one hot person when you can have a lot of hot people?

Beel: he puts you on a pedestal. you’re virtually perfect in his eyes. no matter what happens, it’s never your fault. you guys never argue because you’re always right…even when you’re wrong. in his mind, you can do no wrong, so if you ever do something that breaks that pedestal, he’ll start realizing that you’re not the amazing person he thought you were. and instead of learning and realizing that humans make mistakes, he thinks that means you guys aren’t meant to be and will break up with you.

Satan: his love language is being mean. he teases you and pokes at your insecurities. he crosses the line multiple time, but calls you too sensitive when you get upset. he gets angry at you for “not being able to take a joke”. he’s used to being mean to everyone he meets and doesn’t realize that being mean is actually fucking mean. he’ll roll his eyes when you get angry, and call you manipulative when you cry at his insults. you can try to tell him that his “jokes” crosses a line, and he’ll try to not be as mean, but it feels fake to you and him and he’ll get angry at you for trying to change him…good luck lol

Belphie: scheduling anything with him is a mess. he’s forgetful and lazy. he either forgets that you guys have something planned or will get too tired and flake. trying to get him out of bed takes forever, so making plans is frustrating for you and him. he’ll get upset that you’re interrupting his sleep and you’ll get upset that he never even tries to show up to your date. either you’ll have to get used to date nights in his room or you’ll have to drag him out of his room and watch as he falls asleep during your date.

Mammon: with mammon, he expects you to know what he’s thinking constantly. he won’t tell you how he’s feeling, but he expects you to know anyway. is he pushing you away? shouldn’t you know that it’s because he’s feeling insecure? is he pouting at you? shouldn’t you know that means he’s hungry? he wants you to tell him everything you’re feeling, but doesn’t tell you how he feels. he just assumes you’re a mind reader. maybe he doesn’t understand that communication is key, maybe he’s insecure and afraid that you’ll leave him if he talks about what he wants. you probably won’t know without sitting him down and talking about how he needs to be more open.

Levi: levi is very, very, very emotional. like he feels the most intense negative emotions with you (not saying there is no positive emotions, but that the negatives ones take over and cause him to spiral). you could mention that you really like the outfit he wore last week, he’ll start stressing about if you like the outfit he’s wearing now. you probably don’t know that every comment you make on anything is stored in his head and used as information to overthink about. if he makes a joke and you don’t laugh, he’ll get sad and start talking about how he’s not funny and how he’s a worthless boyfriend. if you (somehow) win against him in a video game, he’ll spiral and talk about how he’s bad at everything. (kind of reminds me of a pick-me guy) you’ll be constantly reassuring him that he’s amazing and a good boyfriend. (lowkey exhausting for people with a short fuse)

Diavolo: diavolo doesn’t take anything seriously. everything is fun and exciting and nothing is truly serious. you can never have a serious conversation. the only thing he’s ever serious about his RAD and the kingdom. to him, your relationship is supposed to be carefree and something that isn’t supposed to stress him out. so if you guys ever get into an argument, he will not care. he doesn’t think he’s supposed to care. if the relationship is starting to stress him out, he’ll break up. diavolo didn’t sign up for someone that exhausts him, he signed up for someone he wants to have fun with.

Barbatos: barbatos is used to taking care of someone and coddling them. so, when you’re dating, he doesn’t really let you make choices of your own. he does things for you, he does the cooking, the cleaning, the shopping, and won’t really let you do any work. are you at a restaurant? barbatos will pick and order food for the both of you. are you out shopping? barbatos will choose clothes for you to wear. he’s not very good at handing over control. he’s ordered around by diavolo, but also enjoys doing everything for him. he likes controlling you and doing everything for you. (in my opinion, barbatos is super adaptable, so just telling him “hey, chillax” will get him to stop being so controlling)

ok so this turned into “toxic traits and how to stop the demons from being toxic” . i based these off of different stories and devilgram stories in the game, and just things i think would be their worst traits:) if this doesnt flop, ill write some for the angels and solomon :) anyway love u and hope yalls liked <3

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tobi-momo · 3 years

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Asshole Dads :)

Anonymous said:

Can you do a request where so and bakugo are having a date but so dad who has a bad relationship with them came up on their day and started calling their so slurs and names and just being really mean and bakugo steps in, thankss

a/n: thanks so much for requesting i was pretty much dying- i would love to do this request, its a really good one! I think im gonna steer away from the slurs, but ill make sure our dad is v v v much an asshole :)

Genre: Comfort

Warnings: cursing, an ass of a dad

Asshole Dads :)

yall were VIBING ok?

like- yall were having a good time just chilling in your room, watching a movie and cuddling, yk- having a good time

then you hear keys hit the counter- your dad wasnt supposed to be home right now

he saw your reaction, your eyes going wide and how quickly you jumped out of bed

you whisper to him, “shit, shit, get up, get up,” while you sort the bed sheets out hoping no one will notice how messy it is.

he gets up like you told him to, but hes S O confused??? like wtf we were just having a good time??

by the time you fix the bed bakugou is left standing in the middle of the room like ?????

you ‘dad’ whips your door open, having hearing the noise that you silently curse yourself at.

“What the hell are you doing?” He yells, his terrifying gaze not faltering from yours, making you take a step back while he steps towards you

“Uh, I’m uh,” you look away at the ground, “we were watching a movie,”

Bakugou stands in the middle of the room observing your movements and looking back at your dad in concentration and confusion

“Look at me ya little bitch,” he takes a step towards you while Bakugou’s eyes widen at his statement

you turn your head back to him in fear, tears welling up in your eyes from the embarrassment and call out.

“I said LOOK AT ME!” He shouts at you, slamming the door shut.

Your back is against the wall, your hands and legs shaking while your father spits venom at you

before your father could move another step towards you, crackling and an angered, annoyed groan makes its way in your ears, a sound you’ve come familiar with

“What kinda piece o’ shit do you have to be to make your own child scared of you?”

“The fuck you say to me?” Your dad turns to Bakugou, who has his fists up and is ready to pounce his ass

“You heard me, bastard.” Bakugou this time takes a step forward, your turning your head to see his shoulders facing your father

“Katsu-”

“No, I wanna hear what this old fuck has to say. Go on,” he gestures at your father.

He stutters. Your dad has never stuttered in your life.

“Oh, so you got nothin to say now, do ya? C’mon,” he looks back at you before grabbing your hand and dragging you out the door, “you don’t need to be around that fool.”

“I’m- I’m sorry!” you shout as he leads you out the front door

“What? Why? There’s nothin’ wrong with you, it’s him.”

He brought you to his house and into his room, where he started to set up his bed

“Um, Katsuki, what are you doing?”

He doesn’t look up, “your dad works tomorrow, right?”

“Yes, but-”

“Then you’re spending the night with me.”

“What-” You’re cut off by Bakugou’s glare, telling you to lay on the bed. You sigh. “Fine.”

Hopping onto his bed, he joins you, pulling the covers over you both, and pulling you closer to his body, your head against his chest (although he obvs looks annoyed)

“He’s a fuckin asshole,” he whispers into your hair, “why didn’t you tell me about him?”

“For… obvious reasons,” you chuckle.

“Yeah, well, not anymore.”

You turn your head towards him in confusion. “What? What do you mean?”

“I mean if he says a single fucking word to you again i’m gonna pop his head off his body.”

You giggle at this. You were finally being protected from that bastard. Finally.

“Thank you, Katsu,”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just go to sleep.”

~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~

okokok ik its shit im cramping so mf hard rn and i have a teeny bit of writers block so im basically dead :)

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meltwonu · 3 years

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50. “C’mere, you can sit on my lap until i’m done working.”

63. “I really want to kiss you right now.”

“Then do it.”

notes; fingering, handjobs, little bit of dirty talk, gettin’ frisky in the studio ykwim 😏💕 btw i know i write a lot of dom!svt but just wanna remind yall that it doesnt always need to be that!! I do write without powerplay too~ Just note that the actual notes part will have less warnings since... well, y’know. 🤣 also, yes I'll be updating my masterlists tomorrow! I know they're super behind 🥲 Anyway, thank you for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

“How’s that verse going, Vernon?”

The said male groans, placing the notebook on the desk before spinning his computer chair around to face you. “I feel like I don’t have any inspiration right now. I’ve rewritten it, like, 4 times already and Jihoon-hyung said we need to have it done by 6PM and it’s already 4:30. I’m fucked.” He shoots you a pout, outstretching his arms at you.

“C’mere, you can sit on my lap until I’m done working. Maybe you’ll inspire me to get it done.”

“Why don’t you come over here? The couch is more comfy and your ass probably hurts from that computer chair.”

You pat the spot next to you, smiling when he grabs his notebook and makes his way toward where you sit on the couch in the small studio. “I think this is the first time I’ve seen you get writer’s block, Vernon~” Giggling, you wait for him to sit down before you’re easing onto his lap; sitting sideways as he sets his notebook in your lap.

“I know, I’m usually fast about this, y’know? I keep getting distracted.”

Smiling, you get more comfortable in his lap, unknowingly grinding your ass down into his crotch as he grimaces.

“Well, you have an hour and a half to finish! I’m sure you’ll think of something!”

Vernon bites his lip, nodding gently before he picks up the notebook and pen again.

“That’s what I hope too.”

It only takes 15 minutes before he’s onto you and despite your best efforts to keep your giggles under wraps, you can already feel his cock getting hard underneath you when you shift in his lap for the nth time.

“Ooookay, babe, you’re just distracting me more~” Whining, Vernon tosses the notebook off to the side before he runs his fingertips through his hair. “See, now I’ve got an hour left and only 2 lines written. You wanna be the one to explain to hyung why I didn’t get anything done?”

You can only laugh in response before you’re shifting in his lap again; eating up the way he groans when you grind down onto him harder. “Sorry. Honestly, I thought maybe I was helping you get ‘inspired’, y’know?”

“By getting me horny?”

“Hey, it works for some people!”

He jokingly rolls his eyes at you, hand on the small of your back. “Normally, maybe that’d be me but I’m trying to write a happy verse, not a horny one.” Pouting, you readjust in his lap, this time straddling him as the two of you lock eyes.

“I wanna help, Vernon~ Tell me how~”

“I really don’t know, babe, my head’s just… blank.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, tugging him in closer as he lets out a content sigh when you start playing with his hair. “Well, tell me what you’re thinkin’ ‘cause I know that head of yours isn’t really empty.”

“Hm.. I’m thinking about how much I really want to kiss you right now.” He mumbles, soft eyes meeting your own as you lean in just enough for your lips to ghost across his.

“Then do it.” He smiles once before his arms wrap around your waist; pulling you in closer just as your lips meet his.

Vernon kisses you gentle and unhurried, soft sighs against your lips as he melts under your warm touch. “Maybe I needed this.” He mutters, voice muffled against your own lips that ease into a smile.

“Wanna play? You can spare, like, 15 minutes, right?”

He nods gently, hazy eyes meeting yours when you reach a free hand down to the waistband of his sweats. Simultaneously, he places a hand on your naked thigh, fingertips ghosting across your skin until they’re at the hem of your lounge shorts.

“Mmm, we can’t get the couch dirty though, you know how it is. The hyungs will get mad.”

You giggle quietly as you slowly reach into his sweats, palming him over his boxer briefs; a moan cutting through the air just as he throws his head back against the couch.

“Fair ‘nuff.”

You focus on Vernon’s pleasure; knowing that this was a much needed break for him even with the restricted amount of time the two of you had.

“Fuck, shit, that---that feels so good!” He groans, hips canting up into your closed fist as you giggle above him.

“I didn’t realize you were this stressed~” You reply teasingly. But your soft giggles soon turn into clipped whines and whimpers when he curls his digits inside of you.

“I’ve been locked in this studio since noon and all I’ve eaten is a granola bar, yes I’m a bit stressed.” He mutters.

“Aww, my poor baby~”

Neither of you had bothered to undress; Vernon just tugging your shorts and panties to the side as you reached into his boxer briefs to wrap a hand around his cock.

You lean in, kissing him on the lips and eating up his small groans and his breaths that hitch and speed up when you tighten your grip around his cock. “Fuck, I wish we had more time…” He mumbles hurriedly.

“Maybe once you get your work submitted, we can have a… celebratory round. Maybe back in your bedroom where we can’t be bothered?” Vernon laughs before he pecks you on the lips; nodding before pulling his digits out of you, only to thrust them back in, this time placing his thumb on your clit to rub soft circles on the swollen nub.

He curls and scissors his fingers inside of you; eyes focused on your features that contort in pleasure. “So pretty in my lap, baby. God, you’re so tight around my fingers, I can’t wait to fuck you later too. I wanna feel your pretty pussy when you’re cumming on my cock next time.”

You work your hand faster, running it up and down his shaft as the precum keeps your palm slicked and wet. “God, I know, fuck, as soon as you’re done writing, I swear. Ngh, we’re locking the bedroom and we’re not coming out ‘til tomorrow.”

He nods feverishly, already feeling himself about to cum when you dig your thumb into the slit of his cockhead. “Fuck, baby, cum with me, okay? I can feel how tight you’re getting. I know you wanna cum too.”

“O-okay...”

It falls into a relative silence; only the sounds of your quiet moans mixing in with Vernon’s as the two of you work to get each other off.

You lean in to kiss him again when you feel your abdomen tightening and his cock throbbing in your hold, lips crashing into his when your orgasm hits you hard. His own hips thrust up into your tightly closed fist; his own moans muffled against your lips as you both cum.

Whimpering, you continue to work your hand up and down his cock, effectively spreading the cum down his shaft as he groans. He pulls away, chuckling under his breath,“S-shit, now there’s cum all over my underwear and sweats, babe…” You laugh tiredly in response, waiting for the remnants of your orgasm to ebb away before whining in overstimulation until he slides his, equally as sticky, fingers from inside your shorts.

“My panties are all wet and sticking to me, I think we’re in the same boat…”

Vernon brings his wet fingers to his lips, licking off your wetness just as you do the same and lick off the cum from your own fingers. “Did you get inspired to write, at least?” You ask.

He grimaces slightly, eyes darting to the forgotten notebook on the side. “Um…”

“God, you’re so screwed. We’re never gonna get to fuck and you’re gonna be locked up in this room ‘til you can get your verse done, Vernon!” You slap his arm jokingly, eyes rolling when he reaches for the notebook with his wet fingertips.

“It’ll be fine! I have, like, what, 30 minutes? I--I’ll make something up and if Jihoon-hyung says it’s bad, I’ll---I’ll ask for an extension! He can’t get that mad, right? Surely he gets writer’s block too.”

You take the time to shimmy off of his lap, readjusting your shorts before getting up from the couch.

“Dunno, but I’m gonna go get cleaned up a bit and not be here when he chews your head off. If you make it out, I’ll be in the cafeteria, okay?” You lean down, kissing him on the lips one last time.

“Make sure he doesn’t rip your dick off either ‘cause I like that part of you the most.”

“Wow, okay, I love you too babe.”

#vernon smut #Hansol smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #vernon scenarios #vernon imagines #Hansol imagines #Hansol scenarios #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #svt scenarios #vernon #hansol #vernon fic

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shipersanonymous · 3 years

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Hello Strangers!

Yeah. I've been missing a little. Well...A lot actually.

Life has been the worst whirl wind ever! At least Dorothy had Oz! I wake up and the tornado has just somehow picked up speed. Ai Ai Ai.

Sigh*

I've been contemplating officially going on hiatus while I sort this mess out, cause my writers block has been extreme (and emotionally based). But I also feel really, really bad cause you've all been waiting for so long.

So, I'm gonna try to wrap up as many of my current fics as possible without reducing the quality of my work. Don't get whiplashed now, if things go a little too quickly.

Some stories (Like Au,) have been a long time coming and I think yall are probes tired of it and ready to move on now. Others (Like One Hit West) have had a very short shelf life so I really feel sorry for it. But, once I can comeback and give you guys the best of me (which is a bit difficult to do now) I shall.

This isn't a permanent goodbye, just more of a see ya later and an I'm sorry for the silence.

Love yah Shippers. See yall on the flipside.

XOXO

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loverofallthingssmart · 3 years

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ready, set, ace! (4/?)

chapter one! | chapter two! | chapter three! | or read it all on ao3!

taglist (tell me if you’d like to be added!!): | @shellyseashell | @cadence-talle | @cowboypossume |

words: 1236

warnings: none that i'm aware of

tennis terms (WOW it has been a while since ive used that help):

splice serve: the slice serve is a serve in which the sidespin is applied, which causes the ball to move from right to left (if you’re righthanded) and continue to move in that direction off the bounce. the slice serve’s name comes from the brushing action, or slice, applied to the tennis ball to produce sidespin.

backhand: yall know what a backhand is please…. its when you hit the ball and the back of your hand faces forward

notes: *shows up like a whole 4 months late with a cliff bar and darker eye bags* hii 😚

im sorry IM SORRY i literally MEANT to update i penciled this into my schedule every fucking week but writer’s block is such an intense bitch who had such a hold on me y’all if i didn’t suddenly get the motivation in the middle of the night and write half of this i would have actually burst into tears. so yea <3 i mean? enjoy the new chapter? and hopefully i’ll get the next one out faster !! <33

also! if youre wondering where all of biana and linh’s friends are, don’t worry theyre off figuring stuff out and having way better luck in the romance department than these two useless sapphics <3

@kotlc2021collab

chapter 4 under the cut! or on ao3 !

Tomorrow passes by in a blur. So does the day after. Soon. Biana has settled into a routine. She sits at one of the back tables in the library trying to focus and get tennis off her brain for at least a few moments to study.

Speaking of training, Biana can’t stop thinking of how much time she’s been spending time with Linh. They go on outings most of the time after training and Linh has brought up meeting her family a couple of times. Biana has to remind herself that these are just ‘friend’ dates and Linh is being friendly, no matter what Keefe and Sophie keep telling her.

But before she can dwell on this any further, Biana’s phone goes off, reminding what she’s here for. She needs to finish up her homework.

She sighs, head dropping against her textbook. She’s glad that her teachers are going easy on her, hoping she’ll score a win for them and give them something to cheer about but it still worries her. Her pen taps repeatedly against the table as she practically vibrates with nervous energy.

..This is how Biana finds herself in the training room. Using her stress somewhat productively by smashing balls with her tennis racket as they echo against the wall.

Her pent-up tension is cut to a screeching halt when she hears an incessant knocking at the training door she locked so as to not be disturbed.

Biana rolls her eyes as she stomps over and unlocks it, ready to yell at whichever one of her friends decided to bother her. She opens the door, eyes hard and mouth ready for a scathing remark when she freezes.

Linh smiles sheepishly at her, hand poised in the air to knock. Biana quickly schools her frustrated expression into what she hopes is a welcoming smile.

“Hi, Linh starts, “Uh. Sorry if I interrupted something, you. I just. I thought maybe I should practice but the door was locked and uh, no one was around to ask for a key and I didn’t want to bother anyone so I just knocked but you seem busy, so like. I can go if you want,” Before she can let Biana talk, Linh’s already beginning to turn around and leave when Biana catches her wrist.

“Wait! No, stay! Of course, you can stay. In fact, uh. why don't, why don’t you play against me?”

Linh's eyes widen in surprise and barely concealed excitement. Biana hides her amused grin and shrugs, feigning indifference, “I mean, I could always use the challenge.”

Linh grins shyly, “Thanks, b-babe?” She quickly shuffles away to grab her racket near the doorway, and if Biana was paying attention she would see the bright blush dusting Linh’s cheeks

Unfortunately, Biana doesn’t even notice. It’s a new thing, she muses, ever since their friendship outing, there’s been more of the pet names. Biana doesn’t try to get her hopes up. They can be and are supposed to be read as platonic, she tells herself

Babe, honey, darling, dream-catcher, Every one something people can call their friends, jokingly or not. Biana can still feel her face getting hot remembering the exchange that went down when she heard the last one.

They were on another completely platonic friend date, completely platonically holding hands while taking a stroll around the garden when Linh called her that. Biana nearly tripped and fell in the pool if it weren’t for Linh’s hands wrapped around her arm. Linh laughed and commented on how she liked seeing Biana all flustered when she questioned the name. Biana can especially remember feeling the smile never leave her face the entire night after they parted ways. That, though, had been happening for a while. Ever since Linh came into her life.

Biana’s brought back to reality when Linh calls her name, ready to serve.

She comes back and psychs herself up, preparing for a long game. No time for dwelling on thoughts of her crush and their platonic dates that she wishes were real dates. Time to focus and defeat her biggest rival in this school.

One, Two, Three.

Linh serves the ball and Biana loses herself in the match.

It’s a draw, they decide, sweating and panting after a very long and grueling match. When people said they were evenly matched they weren't kidding. For every slice serve Linh hit, Biana was there with her mean backhand. Every hit was countered, every serve hit. It’s exhilarating, Biana learns, finding the one person who can give you a run for your money.

Both Biana and Linh shake each other’s hands as if this was a real match and pack up silently, trying to regain their breath.

When they both leave the practice area, Linh walks along with Biana, and Biana realizes with a start she’s walking her to her door. She tries not to let the surprise show on her face as they walk along.

When they start to get closer to her room, Biana yelps ungracefully as Linh yanks her to the side of the hall.

She pulls her closer, leaning in to mutter to Biana, as if not wanting to be heard.

“So. I know this is relatively new and we’ve just been going out to places and you can totally say no like in no way should you feel obligated for my sake, but um,” Linh takes a deep breath. “Tiergan wants to meet you. Preferably over for dinner tomorrow.”

Bianca's mouth drops. She understands that Linh hasn’t really had that many friends, a fact she just can’t understand, but and it’s only reasonable to assume that of course Linh’s adopted father would want to meet her but suddenly it’s a reality with a date and time and Biana’s traitor mind can’t help but think of how horribly romantic this whole thing seems.

She ignores that part of her brain and plasters on a grin, “Yeah! Of course! Uh, will you pick me up? Or….”

Linh grins relieved, “Yeah, no of course I’ll pick you up right here, it's only a couple minutes walk to my house, don't worry. Um, does 7 o’clock work?

“Yup!” Biana says, “Works for me!”

“Great,” Linh’s shoulders sink down, released of their tension and she begins to lean forward, lips puckered. Biana blanches.

She knows. She knows Linh is being friendly and aiming for a platonic kiss on the cheek and she knows how she can’t bear to lose this friendship. Not when she’s gotten this close to Linh. She’s completely at peace with what they have but she also knows that she won’t be able to resist Linh and Biana can’t tempt herself even more. She already feels like a rope about to snap and kissing Linh would be its undoing.

She flinches away and Linh notices, immediately backing away with an apology on the tip of her tongue. Biana shakes her head before she can start and smiles at her reassuringly, hoping, begging, praying Linh will get the message and drop the topic.

Linh softens. She squeezes Biana’s hand, and mutters a quiet goodbye before leaving Biana at her doorstep to her room. Biana watches her go.

When she can’t see Linh’s back anymore, Biana turns and unlocks the door. As she enters her room, Biana quickly removes her shoes and climbs into bed before screaming into her pillow.

What has her life become?

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #biana vacker #linh song #linhiana #linhiana tennis au #linhiana fic #e attempts to words on paper #my writing #my post #2 am ramblings

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shattered-catalyst · 3 years

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OCD Subtypes for the RPC

Part 1 is here

Well well well, we are back for Part 2 of the Roleplayer’s Guide to OCD.

Fellow Ocd Folks, I see you in those tags and I'm going to do my best to ensure those obsessions are represented here- BUT understand that physically it is not going to be possible to list every single one because I am one person. Regardless its incredibly brave of you all to rb and add things in the tags, I know its hard to talk about this shit and I see you. I see you.

Resultantly I typed this out and posted it in formatting to assist with accessibility in mind; if you cannot read it still ( I tried Im sorry!) i recommend the copy and paste method or getting the chrome extension bee-line reader.

There will be grammatical and spelling mistakes. Im sure spacing is odd some places, but you have to understand doing this is extremely anxiety provoking for me so Im just getting it done when I can.

Remember to use your critical thinking; not everyone has the same symptoms/compulsions/triggers and all that.

OCD is fluid. Its like liquid mercury. One day its a handful of subtypes another day its another different serving.

If you are in general squicked about certain topics even by mention read ahead with your own judgement. Remember us folks that have OCD have many disturbing and distressing experiences so if you are writing a character who has OCD and you can’t read about it just don’t give them that obsessive thought/ compulsion. Make sure writing is still a safe and enjoyable hobby for yourself first and foremost.

But ethically and morally I cannot and will not leave out the more disturbing bits. You have the ability to scroll by, I and many others do not get the chance to escape triggering content that our own mind creates.

So read ahead with your best judgement or at least skip around the squicky parts and educate yourself on what OCD is so people quite using it as a Obsessive Christmas/Corgi/Cat Disorder thing. Alright? Cool beans.

Okay so you made it passed post 1 and got under the read more. Give yourself a gold star for diving into this monster of a document.

Below is a crash course it is not meant to replace actual psychoeducation, personal research, or google. Honestly most of us do our research extensively but because OCD is treated so horribly by social media, media, and society in general.

I wasn’t sure where to throw these together because the education tools to learn fully about OCD are very specialized and thus very restricted. I found that many people DO have these experiences with OCD though so I will represent them throughout. I’ll also sprinkle some of my own experiences so you can get a good reference of a person who has the disorder and not just a randomly generated person.

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So OCD is made up of Obsessions, Trigger, Intrusive thought, Misinterpretation/feared consequence,Somatic and Psychological Anxiety, and Compulsions/Rituals.

Your character may not be able to list all of these. In fact if they aren't in ERP therapy they may not be able to puzzle these things out. But YOU as the writer should know them. Your character won’t be walking around talking to just ANYONE that they have OCD. Remember a huge aspect of OCD is it’s Shame. The disorder makes us feel intense shame regarding our intrusive thoughts, as a result OCD goes undiagnosed for years especially if it has pediatric onset.

We won’t tell anyone what we are experiencing or why we are doing x y or z. We act like nothing is wrong because to emotionally react is to admit to yourself- and therefore the world- that you have had this intrusive thought and are therefore by virtue a horrible person.[For further information I would suggest also researching PANDAS].

It may be noticeable if your character has an intrusive thought. They may wince or grimace or roll their eyes certainly, but they won’t open up to Joe at the cafe about how their brain is constantly torturing them. I apparently have a very noticeable eye twitch.

Depending on the nature of the intrusive thought it will get more or less of a reaction out of me. Its usually dependent on how distressing the intrusive thought is and/or if its a new one.

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You see OCD doesn’t sit still. It never looks the same. You’ll have your long haul intrusive thoughts that are with you for years but then you’ll have weird ass ones that just appear and demand their voice be heard yelling about cars hitting people or squirrels getting eaten.

Some people have similar ones! So while everyone is different there will always be someone out there with an intrusive thought similar to yours.

For instance; I bonded emotionally with a lady on reddit because we both have intrusive thoughts during storms that animals and the homeless are dying. We were both horribly relieved to find another person and also distressed that every snow or rain storm brings horrible images and whispers to your mind that while you are warm and snug in bed someone is freezing to death. And its all your fault.

Some days are better than others. As with all mental illnesses it isn’t CONSTANT ALARM BELLS. Some days it will be all alarms and other days it will be like a gentle whisper on the breeze. You can almost not notice it. Almost.

Obsessive thoughts run the gauntlet from ‘i will/could have/may/may accidentally harm etc’ something that you hold of value. This is any obsessive thought that you have: you think about repeatedly and not by choice, it is very anxiety provoking, it is unwanted, and unwelcome.

Mine run the scale from ‘squirrel will be murdered’ to ‘being responsible for harm’.

Compulsions or ‘rituals’ are any behavior done to alleviate the anxiety from the intrusive thought and trigger object. In short, compulsions and rituals are not fun. they are absolutely not logical, and we know they are not logical but we are forced to do them. Thats why its a disorder.

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To emphasize from post 1: magical thinking and the faulty link between thoughts and actions are hallmarks of OCD. Magical thinking can be anything from contamination to if I turn around three times or stare really hard at something the bad thing wont happen. Sounds weird and is weird and we know it is thats why its a disorder and not a delusion.

The faulty belief that thought=action is the biggest hurdle it is incredibly difficult to grasp, at least for me maybe some of you that have done further ERP can attest, that the mere concept of a thought not being the same as an action is completely and totally mind blowing.

Free will? Yeah thats terrifying. IDK about anyone else but free will is absolutely terrifying; what do you mean i could do anything i wanted?

Thats how you face OCD(WITH A TRAINED THERAPIST). You give in to ambiguity and the unknown. Its breaking that link between thought and action. Its incredibly difficult and draining. A five minute exposure leaves me in shatters for a week and two five minute ones had me ripping my nails past the nail beds with anxiety.

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Just a reminder: Do not have your character expose themself or expose folks with OCD to a trigger to “ help us get over with”. That is literally forcing someone with a mental illness into a break down and is not helpful. In fact its worse because a person knows about this intrusive thought and they tried to make it real. More shame and some trauma.

If you have OCD, more likely than not a family member or significant other has tried this with the purest of intentions. But it never works like that. Theres a reason that therapists get special training for this. If people want a post on ERP I can make one at some point.

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Actually let’s drag me with the squirrel thing as the example- fellow OCD Folks get out a pen and paper and try breaking down one of yours;

Obsession:Squirrel will be murdered

Trigger: seeing a squirrel

Intrusive thought: Graphic images of a squirrel being murdered by a hawk/ impaling depending on the day

Misinterpretation/feared consequence: Squirrel will be killed and its all my fault

Somatic and Psychological Anxiety:intense anxiety, palms sweating, heart racing,

Compulsions/Rituals: Must stare at the squirrel to prevent bad things from happening,

Now imagine if that is every time you see a fucking squirrel. You have somehow become completely and totally transfixed on a squirrel and nothing is going to pull your attention away or the squirrel dies- which your mind is giving you lovely images of btw.

Cute right?

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Below are the subtypes with general information/example thoughts/ and how some of these have impacted me socially because apparently some people dont understand that mental illnesses impact their social lives?? yall...

Social: This can range from ‘ i am constantly thinking i did something wrong so i have to ask for reassurance that we are still friends’ to completely unrealistic worries. Maybe its an intrusive thought that ‘ your voice is annoying them’ . There’s reassurance seeking, internal and external checking.

It makes friendships extremely difficult and exhausting. You’re not trying to get to know someone with an annoying frat boy egging on anxiety in your brain. This can also manifest as having strict rules for yourself and ethical codes.

My therapist likes to say she could give us (folks with OCD) a pile of hundred dollar bills and come back and they’d all be returned. Because OCD makes you so strict and morally confined. Which ISNT fun. Like I dont get pleasure over having to memorize the entire Code of Conduct!

Social Media: Its the bane of human existence some days and a lifeline the next. But what if everytime your follower count was an odd/even number it sent you into a panic attack. What if you spent all your time with intrusive thoughts that somehow someone misinterpreted a post or that someone is going to be harmed by a post you made about tapirs.

You may be forced to block people to get your number down or keep pornbots on your blog to keep your number what you like (see there is a use for them! We sacrifice those before actual users!) You may be refreshing your page every second because ‘what if you miss a message’. It's going to look a lot like ‘check check check check reassure yourself double check your posts check check check reassure check check FALSE MEMORY check your post etc’

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Clothing/Body Image: When its not Body Dysmorphia it can be OCD. Sometimes this looks like I obsess about a body part and therefore I choose my clothes/hairstyles to hide those. Some personal examples: as a kid I was sure that mind readers exist ( THIS IS AN OCD THING TOO I was so relieved to find that out) and that if i didnt wear a particular hat they would see all these horrible thoughts and it would be revealed what an awful person I was. So I wore the same dumb ass bucket hat for a year (or more I cannot remember but it was a long ass time).

I was once so fixated on being given a compliment on my eye color that I wore sunglasses (even at night) to a summer camp. And if any of those teen girls in that cabin that stood up and mocked me in a crowded lunch hall by singing ‘i wear my sunglasses at night’ you all owe me 40$.

Even younger still I had intrusive thoughts. Like say, if anyone noticed I was female that i would be kidnapped so I chopped my hair very short. I altered my appearance to be very androgynous and even switched to walking more masculine. Because omg if your hips move someones going to kill you thats just how it works. ( It doesnt help I later figured out I was a lesbian)

Your wardrobe may be impacted by OCD and yes so can your body image.

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Also yes the fear of mind readers is also a thing; i always thought I was somehow faking OCD because yes that is also a…..

Faking: Do you value telling the truth? Do you detest lying ? Boy Howdy do I have some news for you. OCD is going to try and convince you that YOU LIED. Whether it was on a chastity pledge to get a free sandwich or in a conversation you just HAD. This links a lot with false memory OCD.

Another aspect is OCD makes us doubt we have OCD and tries to convince us we have any other diagnosis under the sun and we are obviously faking our OCD.

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Sexual Orientation OCD; It is as it is called. Sexual Orientation OCD is what happens when your brain goes ‘hold on what if you’re not this orientation what if you are THAT’. It doesn’t matter where on the LGBT umbrella you fall you will have OCD trying to convince you otherwise. From compulsive staring at members of the same/opposite gender to compulsively reassuring or checking with yourself to ensure that ‘ no no you are in fact THIS orientation.’

This can range in behavior from binge watching porn, staring compulsively to check that there is OR is NOT attraction,self checking past experiences and memories, analyzing your clothing and your lifestyle in painful and intricate methods.

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False Memory OCD; False memory OCD is basically your brain sitting you in a noir interrogation room, handcuffing you to a chair grilling you. It demands that you did *insert bad thing here*. This can range from anything from something Harm based to pretty much *anything* from other OCD subtypes. Which is quite delightful really.

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Sensorimotor OCD; Sensorimotor OCD is obsessive body responses. These can be ‘ I have to cough really hard and really feel it right in my chest and if I can’t get it right I have to cough until I do’. This can be counting your heartbeats. Trying to check yourself that you in fact have a heart and checking and reassuring that it is still beating. It can be hyper-awareness of swallowing or even swallowing repeatedly. It is anything with selective attention; ie its an automated process but your OCD is forcing you to be aware of it.

Your OCD makes you aware of the sensation of, say, breathing, and then it convinces you that if you stop paying attention to it you will stop breathing. So now you’re horribly aware and focused solely on breathing and breathing alone. It keeps me up most nights with the pounding anxiety fueled by the pressure of ‘if you stop focusing on breathing you will stop breathing completely’ or waiting to feel that last heartbeat in your chest.

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Existential OCD; You ever feel existential ? Existential OCD is like having a very aggressive existential crisis that turns you into NEEDING answers IMMEDIATELY. This can look anything from hours panic scrolling the net to panic inducing anxiety because you don't know what happens after death. The thoughts are like foghorns on a misty sea.

This sounds basic and the only example i can give is as a teeny tiny 7 year old I had a panic attack in bed screaming that ‘ what if im a dinosaur and im asleep and i wake up and my whole family is GONE’.

To be fair I did like dinosaurs a lot.

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Harm OCD; This is pretty self explanatory but I will give more details. Harm OCD is OCD demanding that you will/could/can/may have/might harmed yourself/others/any living creature and that you alone are responsible.

This means anything from getting anxious driving over crosswalks because ‘what if you dont see one and hit someone and its all your fault and you hit someone go back and make sure you havent hit anyone’ to ‘im holding a knife so im going to accidentally stab someone’ to ‘ i didnt see my cat this morning and now im at work and think she must be dead and i am responsible for her demise.’

It can be as simple as ‘if i use a pencil i will stab myself in the eye’ or as complex as ‘ i may accidentally say a slur’/ ‘ i am going to say this horrible thing out loud if i cannot control myself.’ It can also be images of terror or racist/sexist/ableist jokes in your mind that repeat like a broken record.

(Please note from section 1 that this is extremely anxiety provoking and not something you would do. OCD preys on what we respect the most.)

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pOCD; Tumblr listen the fuck up because I am tired of seeing people get called shit on this website for having this mental illness. People who experience pOCD are not pedophiles, they do not get any pleasure or benefit. The thoughts and images are meant to induce harm to the person experiencing them. Children are normally the trigger for this and the resulting images can be very graphic. Again you aren’t attracted to children- thoughts of them getting harmed hurt you so your OCD makes you see them.

Know this so you can advocate for folks with pOCD in real life. Remember we are here. We are suffering and we are terrified of your children.

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Poisoning others/or in your food; Life isn’t medieval anymore but sometimes OCD demands we have a food taster or that we obsessively worry that we may kill someone with our cooking. Personally I struggle with colorblindness so I am constantly fretful over cooking any sort of meat so it’s difficult for me to cook it.

However this also comes as; obsessive horrible thoughts of your cooking kill someone or that you have somehow/accidentally poisoned someone’s food (even if you haven’t touched it or been within a foot of it ) or that someone has poisoned YOUR food even if no one has touched it except you. You’re going to be picking apart your food or unable to eat out at all.

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Emotional Contamination: It’s similar to magical thinking and this terrifying prospect of mind readers. Emotional contamination can manifest as anything from intense worry over somehow gaining someone else’s negative personality traits.

Or that somehow by interacting with any role of someone horrible will make YOU somehow also responsible for the horribleness. There is usually a person or a type of person that is a trigger, but it can also be location based.

This is one subtype where magical thinking and superstition are apparent.

For instance; as a teen if a male was in my space or had physical contact;like shaking hands,giving a high five, being in my room etc. I would have to go around and physically touch all the objects that I perceive they may have also touched as a way to cancel out their presence.

This includes wiping off myself to negate even the touch of family members. It really hurts peoples feelings, my father was especially hurt by this.

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Physical Contamination: This goes beyond physical dirt and grime. Most of us dont have spotless homes because if you’re having a fist fight with your brain everyday cleaning falls by the wayside just like it would for anyone else. Physical contamination holds 2 things: physical contamination obsessions AND compulsive cleaning behaviors/rituals. We believe that a small amount of a contaminate can cover large surfaces.

Oh, and did I mention its not JUST dirt/germs/viruses. The list is expansive but heres a mixed bag of what they can be: sticky substances,dead animals,glitter (FUCKING GLITTER),negative words or language,colors, numbers, surfaces in general, food, people, and activities. There is also a hyper responsibility to protect yourself and others from ‘contamination’.

Strangely there is a magical separation between the contaminated world and the ‘clean’ one. Spaces designated as clean would be a bedroom/bathroom/workspace where you are most active. That space is where the compulsions and intrusive thoughts occur. Its not I MUST CLEAN EVERYTHING ALL THE TIME. Otherwise I would be working cleaning houses because why the hell not amiright?

A real world example from a colleague would be a young man with physical contamination OCD is struck with such intrusive thoughts about cleaning that they refuse to allow anyone in their room or any animals in their home. But they are not able to even flush the toilet, take out the trash, wash dishes, or do garbage because of their intrusive thoughts.

The most famous would be compulsive hand washing but I feel it is important to also note OTHER aspects of physical contamination because everyone sees the hand scrubbing stereotype.

Other compulsions include intricate rituals, not touching the floor (i played X-treme the floor is lava during college. I couldnt let my feet touch the floor because it was ‘dirty’),excessive showering (2-8+ hour showers guys, 8 hour showers. Thats what we’re talking about.)

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Relationship OCD: This comes as no surprise that yes you will have intrusive thoughts that you are somehow harming/ will harm/ may accidentally harm your significant other. Whether that be by physical or emotional means. It can look like ‘ I may have lied to her about how much I love her’, ‘ i may not actually love her and I may be leading her on’, and ‘ I must be corrupting her’. These can extend to certain physical activities with false memory OCD as a cherry on top. A great finishing garnish to leave you feeling absolutely dismayed and unable to trust your own perception.

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Scrupulosity: Religion! Whatever that may be! Its a thing with OCD. With Scrupulosity obsessive thoughts run all over the board from; you committed a sin and forgot about it you monster to having to pray continuously/ a certain time/ until its right. What is right?Ask OCD that’s the only person who knows.

We are fairly certain my grandfather had OCD because he went to church for every single Catholic Mass. Every single day. Every. Single. Day. That’s not a healthy amount of attendance(I'm calling you out posthumously because I care Robert!). This can also look like: praying a certain amount of times. Praying until you do it ‘right’. Confessing every single potential sin. Cataloguing and dwelling over ‘sinful’ things.

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Symmetry or Just Right OCD: Symmetry OCD is the runner up for ‘most likely recognized on tv shows’ award.

Symmetry OCD convinces you that if *insert thing here* isnt symmetrical or ‘just right’ (a magical position or number of objects that makes 0 logical sense) that something bad will happen.

This can range from the known; rearranging things. But it also looks like buying more objects until you reach the right amount and even throwing out objects if theres ‘too many’.

It can range from ‘the walls are percievably not straight so now i avoid that room at all costs otherwise i will be trapped traveling the edges of the wall with my eyes otherwise it will fall in and murder us ALL.’ to ‘ this historical bust is one inch off to the left and now all i see is visions of it breaking against the ground.’

So that is what I have time for. 9 pages on subtypes and basic information. If you find yourself wanting me information all of this is easily accessible online. So go, be free and dont ever compare people to Monk again. Write Batman and Scott Summers with OCD. Give us ACTUAL representation and not throw away joke lines. We are here. Our suffering isnt funny. We deserve representation too.

#OCD #writing help #OCD resources.#*drops 10 pages onto your dash* whoops

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