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pygartheangel · 10 months
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realhankmccoy · 4 months
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I don't know how I feel about my irreverence in that last post. Hurt and anguished irreverence. 'Daddy Dearest' is the instance in question.
Also, linking to this kinda ironic, self-erasing cover version of Phil Collins, but also (and this is very me) couched in truths in which I actually am serious because of the sound and an element of self-pity as well as thinking my heaps of words are pretty worthless compared to some child in poverty or pain and alleviating that, of which i'm basically not doing at all when i focus on my own pain.
anyhow, i failed at the mission of a one-sheeter delineating daddy's abuses with bullet points
and had ramblings thoughts in fat bullet point paragraphs instead that went on for pages
i moved that task off my immediate to do list and am letting the partially piled mess sit in my folders and i put it possibly as a writing task for the future, and who knows if i'll ever even get to that and if dad will be dead or alive when or if i do.
i've long thought i could do better than Das Urteil, because my dad is crazier than the father in that one and more full of giggles and tricks and fucked up emotional rollercoaster and immaturities
so i put that on the list. who knows if i'll ever get to it. i think i could outwrite Das Urteil without too much trouble, which seems crazy cuz it's Kafka, but the characters are a bit sketched in that one.
i don't think i could outwrite Brief an der Vater easily tho. even though i was talking about how emo and whining it seemed to me the other day, there's a thoughtfulness to it, there's a lot of this Jewish son and lawyer stuff going on, there's the surprise crazy twist at the end where he writes as he anticipates his father's response...
and it's long. i just don't think my scribbling to Daddy could easily be gussied up into something of that caliber... i'd probably have to type the whole thiing anew and use what i did just as notes and reference.
anyhow, that's where i'm at in Hank's literary ambitions and goals, possibly never to be pursued at all
when the realities of being an American workhamster on a workhamster wheel call.
i wsan't much of a writer when i had a job last time. guessing i won't be again, which is a pity
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ginevrapng · 6 months
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Please please please write something for Ron with a daddy kink for kinktober!
you've arrived home from spending the evening with ron, harry and hermione. all evening ron has been purposely getting you worked up, inconspicuously brushing his hands over your wrist and waist, and showing casual displays of dominance that always leaves you aroused. as soon as you get back home you practically jump on him. "ron, ron please."
ron pushes you against the wall and clasps your chin making you look up at him, no matter how tall you are ron has this way of making you look up at him and it makes you flustered every time. ron tsks at you, "that's not my name is it." a shiver runs down your spine and he speaks lowly and makes intense eye contact with you, making you shrink in his presence.
"sorry daddy," you correct yourself grabbing hold of ron's muscular upper arms that you spend the majority of your time looking at when you see him play quidditch.
ron kisses your forehead in response, "good girl, ' won't tell you again though. do you understand." you nod your head furiously. "need words baby."
"yes please daddy!" you hold tighter onto his arms, making crescent moon indents with your fingernails. "want you s' bad daddy!" you whine needily.
he smirks at your desperation and need for him. "alright baby. daddy will give you what you want."
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I've been overthinking about you and Eddie secretly hooking up during the years of 85/86. You're both very much idiots in love, but you're also completely denying it. Then THE TROUBLES happen, and Eddie picks the worst possible time to be a hero (our wonderful idiot), so then he's gone, and you have no one to talk to about him.
Then, one day, you find out that you're knocked up (no idea why I'm so feral for knocked-up stories atm), so you go to his grave to tell him because you're scared and alone, and what the hell else can you do?
Then you hear a voice shouting at you from a distance, and it turns out it's Dustin Henderson, who's been coming to Eddie's grave every day to deter vandals/clean Eddie's tombstone, and he thinks you're gonna do something shitty to his grave, but when he gets up close to you he realises you've been crying and he asks if you knew Eddie and you're like "not really".
But Dustin swears he recognises you from somewhere, but then you leave. Later that night, Dustin rummages through the box of Eddie's stuff that Wayne gave to him. He pulls out a bunch of Eddie's old campaign journals and flicks through them, and THERE YOU ARE! Eddie has literally drawn doodles of you and your name on every other page and written you notes and letters he was never brave enough to give you filled with all the things he always wanted to say to you.
So Dustin spends the next few days trying to track you down, literally banging on every door in the trailer park because, in some of the letters, Eddie mentions you both being Forrest Hill Freaks or whatever (I guess we just pretend the trailer park was mostly unscathed by the Upside Down???). Until he finally ends up on your doorstep, and he shows you the journals, and you just have a full-on breakdown and end up telling him everything.
Dustin, as smart as he is, has no idea what the Hell to do (because he is a literal child still) so he does the only thing he can think of and tells a responsible adult (aka Babysitter Dad Steve Harrington) who then tells Robin who then tells Nancy and so on and so forth and soon they're all showing up at your trailer offering you support and kind words and trying to bring you into the fold of their weird little traumatised group (which is basically like trying to gain the trust of an abused animal).
It takes some time, but eventually, you let them in, and at least one of them (sometimes all of them, much to the dismay of the Sonographer/Gyno) is there with you at every appointment and scan and whatever else pregnant women need to go through. They even throw you a baby shower along with Uncle Wayne and the surviving members of Corroded Coffin.
And when the big day finally comes, they're all in the waiting room except Robin & Steve insists on being in the delivery room with you (so does Dustin, even though Steve keeps telling him it's way too much for a 15-year-old to handle and Dustin's all "Really Steve? After everything I've already seen, THIS is where you're going to draw the line? Etc. etc.)
And after gruelling labour, you finally give birth to a tiny boy with big brown eyes and soft dark curls whom you name Edward Dustin (because, let's face it, without Dustin, you'd still be doing this alone). You give Uncle Wayne the honour of the first hold (His Grandnephew!), and he's weeping like a baby, and you all end up raising Lil' Eddie Jr. together like one big weird, chaotic family (surprise surprise, he's a little menace just like his Daddy was).
Every night, you tell him stories of his Dad, Eddie the Hero and how brave he was and how much he would have loved him and does love him and will always love him, and these days, your trailer is never not filled with people and music and laughter and love and tears and all that wonderful stuff human life brings to a space.
And your heart that used to be so broken and empty is now so filled and healed, and you feel safe and happy, and even though you never stop loving and missing Eddie, you're so comforted by the fact that his love for you seeps out and shows itself in people who loved him every single day.
Or, y'know, something like that.
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regressionschool · 5 months
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Odette stood before her bed. Her pink pull-up and matching T-shirt were snug and comforting, a familiar bedtime ensemble. Daddy stood nearby, a gentle smile on his face, ready to oversee the nighttime routine.
"But Daddy," Odette began with a sweet pout, "I've been a really good girl today. I even finished all my veggies at dinner!"
Daddy's eyes twinkled with amusement. "You did, didn't you? That's very impressive, my little star."
Odette's face lit up with pride. "Yes, and I tidied up my toys after playing, just like you asked!"
Her earnestness touched Daddy's heart. He knelt down, bringing himself to her eye level. "You've been such a good girl, Odette. I'm really proud of you. How about this? We'll read your favorite story tonight."
Odette's eyes sparkled with delight, and she gave Daddy a tight squeeze. "Thank you, Daddy! You're the best!"
Together, they climbed onto the bed, Odette snuggling up with her cherished stuffed animals.
As Odette settled beside Daddy on the bed, he cradled the bedtime book in his hands. The cover depicted a cheerful little girl, her eyes wide with innocence, wearing a nighttime pull-up and holding a teddy bear. The title, "Goodnight, Dreams," was written in playful, swirling letters.
With a soothing tone, Daddy began to read, his voice a gentle cadence in the quiet room. Each page turned revealed vibrant illustrations depicting the little girl's bedtime routine. First, she brushed her teeth, foam swirling around her mouth like playful clouds. Then, she chose her favorite pull-up, a pink one with playful patterns, just like Odette's.
Daddy paused on this page, letting Odette take in the details. The little girl in the book had a look of contentment, much like Odette felt in her own pink pull-up.
"See, Odette," Daddy said, pointing to the picture, "just like you, she wears her special pull-up at night. It keeps her dry and comfy while she sleeps."
Odette nodded, her eyes wide and attentive, soaking in every word and image. As Daddy continued, the little girl in the book climbed into her cozy bed, clutching her teddy bear, just as Odette did every night.
With every turn of the page, Daddy described the girl's peaceful transition into sleep, guided by the love and care of her Daddy, much like the scene playing out in Odette's own room.
As they reached the final page, Daddy's voice softened, mirroring the girl's journey into slumber. He closed the book gently, tucking it back onto the bedside table.
"And just like that, the little girl was off to dreamland, surrounded by the warmth and love of her Daddy."
Odette snuggled closer to Daddy, her eyes heavy with the promise of sweet dreams. She felt safe, loved, and cherished, just like the little girl in the book.
Daddy pressed a gentle kiss to Odette's forehead. "Sleep well, my little star. Sweet dreams."
The photo is property of ABDreams
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hrts4hanniehae · 3 months
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clutch || four
there are written parts :)
note that the timeline or educations may not add up but just ignore it because i don't have the brain power to sync up THIRTEEN + 1 's education schedules
also!!!! the story begins in the christmas period of 2022!!!! IF THERE ARE YEAR ERRORS IM SO SORRY!!!! i legit can't change it omfg
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wonwoo did not expect to be hosting a new year countdown party. but here his 12 friends, plus yn were, singing karaoke and drinking soju and beer. when he had gotten home to discuss his predicament, unexpectedly his friends had all shown up too. but worry and stress soon turned into drunk karaoke. great.
"wait yn aren't you going to sing?" - hoshi
"give me a moment my head is spinning..." - yn
he sighed. "yn if you vomit on my carpet you will have to start paying extra rent."
"i'm sorry. i won't vomit." - yn
"dk sing more..." - seungkwan
"sorry i can't. i've got a performance tomorrow and i don't want to lose my voice." - seokmin
he watched as yn picked up the mic and changed the song to Iris by the goo goo dolls.
"oh this is her song." - minghao
"will she cry or be angry?" - jun
"her song?" - dino
"she sings this either when drunk or when super angry or both." - minghao
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"why didn't you copyright your logo to begin with?" - yn
"i just threw together pictures and made it a logo. i didn't think it needed to be copyrighted." - wonwoo
she was sitting in his gaming chair while reading the email sent to him.
"there's nothing you can do about this. but i can make you a new one." - yn
"really?" - wonwoo
"if you're not picky, i can have it done is about 10 minutes." - yn
"i just want a cat logo. i'm not picky. thank you so much, yn." - wonwoo
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(yes i pulled this out of my ass at 1 am in the morning do not come for me.)
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"thanks yn. i owe you." - wonwoo
"anytime, wonwoo." - yn
as she leaves his room, wonwoo felt a sense of... unease. why?
ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ💓ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ badum.
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ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ
synopsis: wonwoo is a popular streamer known for his incredible gaming skills and good looks. He turned heads. but he hates the attention. he just wants to play games and earn money. one day he receives a letter. his apartment’s rent has almost doubled. no warnings at all. his current paycheck from streaming can’t shoulder those bills. he has no choice but to rent out his spare room. to who? a fresh art university graduate who has… 1. a stable job ✅ 2. talent for art and sculpting ✅ 3. many friends ❌ 4. social anxiety ✅ 5. no filter ✅ when his iconic cat logo gets copystriked, she comes to the rescue with a new logo for him. when his apartment’s walls start peeling, she fixes it. whatever he used to struggle with… the empty space... was now filled by her. so what does he *last player standing* do when her ex *enemy spotted* tries to take her back? heh. *clutch* he clutches.
inspired by wonwoo's gam3bo1 streams, falling into your smile & gogo squid (has hints of valorant)
pairing: streamer!jeon wonwoo x fem!artist!reader (ft. jeongcheol, soonhoon, junhao, seoksoo, verkwan)
genre: fluff, comfort, slowburn, comfort, pining, bestfriend!minghao
warnings: stalker ex, toxic ex, mentions of abuse, guns (game), cursing, hate comments, panic attacks
started: 28.12.23
ended: ?
taglist: join from my masterlist
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ichigoromi · 11 months
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𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 | 𝐋𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐧 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞
It's been a long time since I've written a Sakusa piece, and I kind of got a little crazy with it.
Judging by the title, it's not your usual fluff.
Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi (timeskip) x fem reader! (she/her)
Genre(s): tragedy, angst
Warning(s): terminal illness, reader's death, lots of sad stuff.
Please proceed with caution.
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Sakusa Kiyoomi
“Kiyoomi, let’s break up.”
On the seventh anniversary of our relationship, I decided to break it off with the man that I once decided that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I knew he would propose to me in that fancy restaurant that would have taken months to get a reservation to go in. I even know that he got my dream ring because he hid it in the drawer of his socks compartment.
I broke it off with him because I want him to resent me.
I want him to resent me to the point that he does not want to remember me or forgets all about me.
Why?
He deserves someone better than me because I am a bad person.
After the dinner date, I successfully stopped the proposal and ditched him there and spend the night at a cheap motel. No matter how many times he called or messaged, I ignore all of it. I deleted all the photos we shared together in my phone, so that I will not regret what I am going to do for the next few months.
This was killing me on the inside but I have to do this.
On the first day of post breakup, I packed up all my stuff and send it back to my childhood home back in Okinawa. I wanted to throw all of our pictures hanging around our home, but I want to give him the honours of destroying our happy memories.
I quit my job in Osaka and left for Okinawa. On the same day, the news article of our breakup was released. I felt some weight lifted from my heart. At least he accepted it.
During my first week back, it finally hit me. I broke up with the love of my life. I cried every night to sleep. It was painful, harsh and torture to sleep by myself but it was all of a choice made by myself.
As I was not working anymore, I had more time to spend with my family and helped out with the family small yet bustling inn that was filled with tourist.
Weeks turned into months and it was time for my family to know the truth. It was the first time I saw my tough bear papa bawled like a baby that day. I felt bad but the truth was going to come out sooner or later.
Every evening, either my mother or father would bring me to the beachside for a light walk. They say it was for my own good, but I know they are just worried about me. I guess I should not let them worry more.
Instead of going out for one of my usual night walks, I asked them to give me some privacy.
I prepared three envelopes and begin writing.
Oh, it’s not some love letters. It was my will. One for my parents, another for…him and another one for our baby girl. I used to be a lawyer, so this was a piece of cake for me. Who am I kidding? It’s never easy. I’ve tried written my wills a thousand times but I could not do it.
It kind of seals the deal that I am going to die.
When I received my diagnosis, it was a nightmare in disguise. I was 18 weeks along and…I have cancer. A terminal one at that. Life sure loves me…huh. I have already started on chemo, since I have passed the danger zone but I have lost all my hair.
I hope my baby girl gets her daddy’s luscious dark curls. How do I know if it’s a girl? I just know in my gut feeling that it will be a girl.
Besides, I hope my baby girl looks like him, I don’t want to leave another piece of me behind for him.
This is torture.
Why is life so unfair? I just wanted to be a good lawyer, get married to the love of my life and have children with him. Is it so difficult for me to live a normal life?
But I am glad to see him moving on. I recently read on an article that he was spotted on a date with one of the famous actresses that my mother probably watches.
I am happy for him. Truly, I hope he lives his life for himself and not for me.
My doctors told me that I will be able to carry my baby to full term and that was all I need. I hate chemo but I needed to do it for my baby girl.
There could be a change of events cause Mama’s body is very sick, so I am going to name you Miyuu.
I am going to add in the will in case someone objects to your name.
When my friends flew into Okinawa to see me, they all broke down and bawled like babies. Do I look that terrible? Guess I don’t have the pregnancy glow that most pregnant ladies have.
And yes, I am having a baby girl. My chemo treatment has stopped as we have about eight more weeks to my delivery date.
Everyone was updating on how their life has gone and then they told me about him too.
I am glad that he is moving on well with his life.
That is all that matter, his happiness.
As long he is happy, I can leave this world happily.
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I hear the beeping of the machine and my shallow breathing in the oxygen mask that helps to breathe better. I felt my bump weakly and relaxed when I heard the strong heart beating of my baby girl.
Miyuu, darling, I’m sorry that mummy got sick before you came out to this beautiful world.
I hope you are as healthy as your father, but not the anal person like him. Be more like mummy and make more friends.
But don’t lie to your loved ones like mummy. Always be truthful.
I know you will grow up and be loved by everyone.
Mummy is going to take a rest now, my sweet darling, be safe and healthy.
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“Code blue!”
The flatline, the dreaded beep sounds, the anxiety and helpless of not being able to do anything. The doctors tried their best to stabilise the mother but it was no use. She was gone at the age of 28, and now they have to save the baby in her too.
They promised the young lady that they would save this baby of hers no matter what.
“Call the OBGYN, Paediatric surgeons and book the operation theatre. We have to deliver this baby now. I will inform the family.”
It was all too soon for the family but time was of the essence.
After losing his only daughter, now they have to pray for their granddaughter.
With shaky hands, he signed the form. The form to save his granddaughter but nothing could bring back his daughter. His precious girl that he raised for 28 years old, passed before him.
“Please…please tell me I’m not too late. No…Wait, what is going on?”
Kiyoomi lets out a shaky breath as he slowly approaches the glass window, and saw it all. Your lifeless body lying in there, while the doctors were prepping to go in for an urgent surgery. The baby bump broke him.
Your father wrapped his arms around the tall volleyball player and no words were needed.
He did not even say his last words or even spend your last moments together.
Without a care in the world, he cried in your father’s arms. He was too late, to hold you in his arms, to say I love you for the last time.
At least you did fulfil one of the promises that you make together, half of it, was to build a family with him.
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Every second was agonising as they waited outside the operation theatre. Kiyoomi refused to rest until he knows his baby girl was out safe and he just wanted to hold your hand for the last time.
All this time, you were suffering and he was oblivious to it.
“Babe, it’s so painful. Why didn’t you tell me that you were suffering? Just how much pain were you in? I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…”
His siblings who flew down with him, could only wrapped their arms around him and comfort him.
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[Two months later…]
After putting Miyuu to sleep, Kiyoomi went into your study room. He took a deep breath as he sat down in front of your table. The graduation photo that you took together was still on the table.
And the three envelopes.
He traced your handwriting on the envelope fondly and opened the content.
It was a letter.
Hi babe, can I still call you that after our breakup?
I know what I did was brutal because I want you to resent me. Resent me to the point that you hate seeing my name or remembering me. Forget me all…but I guess you couldn’t since you opened this letter. I wrote my name especially big on this envelope because I hope my name repels you but if you’re here, I’m glad.
My diagnosis was not in our plans at all and I was pregnant. I knew if I told you, you will drop everything and spend your time with me. I am going to die. I don’t want you doing that and regretting it. That’s why I planned the breakup and hiding from you.
When I saw your news of you dating again, I thought, I’m happy that he’s moving on.
But I’m not. I miss you so much. I want to hug and kiss you or get my daily cuddles. There is a lot more that I want to do with you Mimi but I don’t have the time. I hate it so much but I regret this. I love you so much, never once did I forget about our time together.
Please don’t forget about me. I really love you so much that I don’t want you to know that I die, but you were there? Weren’t you?
I’m sorry babe that you have to experience this.
Kiyoomi, take care of our baby girl, Miyuu. I gave her that name because you’re horrible with names! I love you so much.
With lots of love,
Your First and Last  Love of Your Life.
P.s – Check the second drawer for a usb drive.
He wipes his tears and looked for the usb that you have left for him. It was his usb that you ‘borrowed’ from him during your second year of university and never gave it back.
It was videos.
But there was one that you titled it as ‘WATCH THIS FIRST’.
He clicked on it and it was you before you started on your chemo treatment.
“Erm…Hi Mimi. This is a little awkward but I wanted to film this before I start my treatment…so before I turned ugly. I’m sorry for everything, from hiding this and our baby.”
Kiyoomi’s eyes became teary as he watches you wiped your tears away.
“I don’t want to die but I guess it’s inevitable? I love you so much that even words can’t express how much I love you. Since I’m dying soon, I love you more, ‘kay? Please take care of my parents after I’m gone. I have kept my recipe books at the highest shelf where I keep my secret stash of chocolate, so cook those for our daughter.
I didn’t throw out any of our memories. It’s at Mika’s house. I couldn’t do it, so go and take it back.
Our little girl here, I hope that she looks like you but you probably wish that she looks like me, right?
Babe, I wished I had a time machine and went back to the time where I took my health seriously but I guess this is fate too.
Sakusa Kiyoomi, it was an honour to be loved by you in this life. If you don’t mind, can we meet again in our next life? In our next life, please marry me.
I love you so much and I’m sorry.”
And the video ends.
“In the next life, I will make sure we meet again, fall in love and get married and do all the things that we missed in this life. Why are you always right, she does looks like you. Our baby girl, she’s like you. I love you so much, so please let me come to you in the next life.”
For the first time after the birth of his daughter, he smiled for the first time.
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This was written after the movie, More Than Blue. I got lots of inspiration from it and I hope you guys enjoyed it.
Stay safe and healthy,
With love,
Rosalie🍓
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©️ ICHIGOROMI — Please do not plagiarise my work or re-edit and repost as your own.
Reblogs are appreciated!
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Man Enough (M)
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Idol!Jaemin x slightly older fem!reader
I'm not being nice anymore. "Minors DNI" Andy got hit by an 18 wheeler truck carrying 30k pounds worth of instant Ramen so if you're a minor, you don't gotta get off tumblr but you gotta get the fuck off my shit.
This is dedicated to that stupid fucking anon. I was high as fuck when I wrote this, bitch. Suck my wiggley dick!!!
Warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talk, daddy kink teasing, fingering, slight overstimulation, couch sex, jaemin's a smart ass, he's also a little full of himself
Jaemin leans forward and looks down at you. You hold his gaze. "Do you think I'm a child?" He asks you softly. "I never said that." You reply. "That's what Haechan said... he said that you think I'm a child. I mean... you did call me a kid. Different words, same meaning." Jaemin scoots to the edge of the couch, "Answer my question." You lean into him, and he pulls back, "Answer. My. Question." He repeats firmly. "I don't think you're a child, Jaemin. You're just younger than me and..." You trail off. "And you feel funny about that... don't you?" He says. You nod, "More times than not, yes. I feel very funny about it." You concede. Jaemin takes your hand and holds it to his chest, "You shouldn't. I know I don't feel any ways funny about wanting you." His voice is calm and alluring. "Why not?" You ask him. "Because I'm very confident that I can give you everything that you want and need." You hold his gaze and scramble to your knees. He takes your other hand and holds it to his face, "Do you want me to prove it to you?"
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"I think you're Jaemin's favorite journalist!" Mark laughs.
This is about the umpteenth time you've interviewed Dream and as always, Jaemin is thrilled.
He has stars in his eyes.
You smile, "Well, you guys are my favorite people so it definitely goes both ways," You say. Being a few years older than Jaemin is a problem- for you at least but it's a stone you're more than happy to you leave unturned.
Everything is going fine until Haechan lets it slip in his very broken English that Jaemin has it pretty bad for you.
Not being the best knowing when someone is attracted to you, you brush it off, "That's adorable. He's a sweet kid," You chuckle. It was a knee-jerk response and for the first time ever, Jaemin's bright smile wavers.
He isn't the first celebrity whose ego has been bruised by your rejection. He is, however, the first one to ask you to have dinner with him.
"I can't invite you to go somewhere nice... we won't get much peace and closing down a place for just the two of us feels so pretentious," he tells you. "It's fine, Jaemin," You say assuringly. He smiles.
As the other members make their plans for the night, Haechan lingers closely by, "Noona neomu yeppeo!" he sings as he gives Jaemin a smug grin. Jaemin ignores him, "So you'll eat with me tonight?" he asks. You nod, "I'd love to," You reply.
Later that night, you're sitting with Jaemin in his hotel room eating the best steak you've ever had.
"The uh... the wine I ordered is a lot later than it should be... I'm sorry, Y/n," he says sheepishly.
"No, Jaemin, it's okay. This is fine." You say with a smile.
You think back to when you first interviewed Dream and how much Jaemin's english has improved, "You've gotten really good at speaking English. How did you even have time to practice?"
Jaemin smiles, "I stayed up most nights and just kept working on it. I wanted to be able to talk to you more and not rely on Mark to tell you what I'd rather tell you myself. Having someone translate is fine but... I..."
He trails off for a moment, "It feels more personal like this. It's like... personally handing you a letter I've written instead of asking someone else to give it to you. I like it better this way. Plus when I talk to you, we only look at each other now. That's my favorite part."
You smile and look down at your plate, "That's really cool, Jaemin. I think it's better this way too." You say. "Yeah... yeah, it is," he agrees.
A knock on the door interrupts the silence. "Here we go," Jaemin says and stands up.
You hear the exchange and wait patiently. Your nerves almost get the best of you.
He comes back and sets the wine down on the table, "I'll get this open," he says and goes into the kitchenette.
You watch him through the cutaway bar as he searches the drawers for a corkscrew.
God, he's fucking gorgeous.
He glances up and holds your gaze, "Stop looking at me," he chuckles.
"I'm thirsty," You laugh.
"No, you're not! I gave you juice and I gave you water," he teases you.
"What am I? A baby? Juice and water? You're an awful host and I'm gonna tell the press," You say as you try but fail to fight not only a smile but the butterflies you feel in your stomach.
Jaemin finds the corkscrew and comes out of the kitchenette, "Tell them you're an awful guest while you're at it," he says as he stands over you to pour wine into your glass, "Say 'when'," he murmurs.
He smells so good. Like fresh linen and cedar.
For a moment, you imagine his scent surrounding you while he's pressing you into his mattress.
"Well, I'm gonna stop before I flood city," he says with a chuckle, "What's on your mind?"
He sits down then fills his glass halfway and sets the bottle down.
"Mmm... nothing really. I have interviews to do this coming week so I have to go over my questions. Y'know... make sure they're not stupid," You reply.
"You never ask stupid questions," he says.
You cut into your steak and realize you don't want to eat anymore.
You just want him.
His eyes meet yours and a hint of a smile brightens his face.
He knows you want him. "I think..." he continues, "You overthink things and you cause too much unnecessary stress on yourself. Nobody who's known for asking stupid questions would be as successful as you've made yourself."
You nod, "You're sweet," You whisper.
"Just honest," he says with a reassuring smile.
"Thank you, Jaemin," You say.
"So uh... would it be too much to ask if you're free tomorrow? I know going out would be out of the question but... we could watch a movie or play games... I could even help you get ready for those interviews."
His eyes are eager.
"Yeah, I would love that," You reply.
Once you finish eating, you and Jaemin tidy up. As he calls room service for ice cream, you try not to let the pulsing between your legs get the best of you.
As Jaemin orders, he sweeps his long blond hair from his eyes and reaches out to touch your arm, "What do you want on your ice cream?" he whispers, "They have sundaes in those little boat things."
"Gimme the works," You reply with a smile.
He grips your arm softly, "Say 'please' you rude little thing," he whispers with a chuckle.
"Please?" You whisper as you pout at him mockingly.
He smirks, "Of course," he says and taps your chin with his finger.
Once the order is placed, Jaemin turns back to you, "Okay let's get to these interview questions while we wait," he says and gently guides you to the small living room area.
You reach for your purse on the coffee table and fish out your notepad.
"So old fashioned. I really think that's cool... nobody uses notepads except you," he says as he gently takes the pad from your hands and flips it open.
"Yeah it's just easier than using my phone. It's too distracting. Too many incoming calls and texts from the company. I can't stand it and do not disturb doesn't help because I find myself impulsively checking my notifications," You reply.
"Is that why you treat every interview like it's the most important thing in the world?" Jaemin asks.
You nod, "Well, it would be pretty insulting to ask you questions and not really hear you when you answer them," You say.
"Have you ever interviewed someone who made you wanna be unprofessional?" he asks.
"Why are you interviewing me?" You chuckle.
"I always have to answer questions but I never get to ask any... it's refreshing like this. Even if it'll never get published or posted online. Just feels good to... to learn about someone else for a change," he says then leans closer to you,
"Now answer the question."
You laugh, "Yes. I have. Plenty of times. The best way to be unprofessional and still stay face is to ask questions you know they don't wanna answer," You reply.
"Like that time you asked Jessi when does tanning just become blackface?" he asks with a smirk.
You nod, "You watch my interviews?"
Jaemin straightens up and stretches, "Of course. You never ask people if they're dating anyone or hooking up with fans on tour... Why?"
"If you're fucking in every continent, are you gonna tell me? If you're not going public with a relationship, are you ready to talk about it? It's about not wasting my time or yours by asking you questions that will more than likely lead to a deceptive answer and it's ultimately none of my business."
"Ask me if I'm hooking up with fans," Jaemin says and he's so close now that his knee is touching yours.
"Are you, Jaemin?" You ask slowly.
He shakes his head, "Nope."
He smiles and drops his head, "I uh... you already know I like you."
He looks at you and a quick knock at the door startles you both.
"I'll get it. You stay here," You say and get up.
He nods, "Yeah,"
You answer the door and it's Mark and Haechan with the room service tray.
"What... the hell?" You sigh.
"Listen, I paid the room service girl to gimme the tray. Jaemin's not some baby. You know that, he definitely knows that. Haechan didn't mean to make things weird. He-"
"Yes, I did and I'm not sorry," Haechan interjects.
"Shut the fuck up," Mark sighs, "He likes you and you clearly feel the same. Stop the charade and do something about it. Here."
He pushes the tray into your hands and he shoves Haechan down the hall as he mumbles something in Korean.
You shut the door and go to the living room, "What are they up to?" Jaemin asks suspiciously.
"Nothin'... just checking in I guess." You reply.
You set the tray down on the coffee table. "Come on, Jaemin. Sit down here with me," You say as you slink down to the floor between the sofa and the coffee table.
Jaemin leans forward and looks down at you. You hold his gaze.
"Do you think I'm a child?" he asks you softly.
"I never said that," You reply.
"That's what Haechan said... he said that you think I'm a child. I mean... you did call me a kid. Different words, same meaning," Jaemin scoots to the edge of the couch, "Answer my question."
You lean into him, and he pulls back, "Answer. My. Question," he repeats firmly.
"I don't think you're a child, Jaemin. You're just younger than me and..." You trail off.
"And you feel funny about that... don't you?" he says.
You nod, "More times than not, yes. I feel very funny about it," You concede.
Jaemin takes your hand and holds it to his chest, "You shouldn't. I know I don't feel any ways funny about wanting you," his voice is calm and alluring.
"Why not?" You ask him.
"Because I'm very confident that I can give you everything that you want and need." You hold his gaze and scramble to your knees.
He takes your other hand and holds it to his face, "Do you want me to prove it to you?"
You navigate your way to the space between his legs then raise up to kiss him.
He brings his arms to circle around you, "You didn't answer my question. You're so bad at interviews, Y/n. Should I prove it to you or should I call you a cab and then kick you out?" he chuckles and his tongue slowly drags across your bottom lip.
After the countless hours you've accumulated from interviewing him, you know his humor all too well and you also know that by the way he's secured his arms around you, he doesn't have it in him to let you go much less make you leave.
You shiver and give him a soft smile, "Yes... prove it," You whisper.
He kisses you hard and brings a hand up to cradle your cheek. It's intense and he holds you in place as he slowly eases his hand down past your chest, past the valley of your breasts, down your stomach, "Wanna tell me how you want it or do I have permission to… hmmm…"
His hand dips into your panties and his fingers nestle softly between your folds, "That's for me? Wow, baby… I like this. I like this a lot." His fingers circle your clit slowly.
Your eyes flutter shut and your hips follow the rhythm of his fingers, "Jaemin…" You moan.
Jaemin smiles playfully, "Who's the man?" he laughs.
Even in this tense and heated moments, he has to tease you just as he always does.
"Jaemin… oh God…." You chuckle in between moans.
He presses a kiss to your neck, "I'm God?" he hums, "That's a bit much… my fingers got you feeling that good?"
He slides two fingers into your pussy and he presses upward; it barely takes him a second to find your spot.
You fling yourself onto him, "Fuck! Jaemin, oh God, oh God, oh… Jaemin… fuck! You are!" You whimper and he just laughs.
"Do you still think I'm a child, noona? Huh? Could I be soaking this pussy if I wasn't a man?" His voice is oozing with pride.
You whine and rut against his hand.
Jaemin takes his free hand and gently grips your chin. He locks eyes with you, "Answer me, beautiful… tell me what you already know. C'mon… say it or I'll stop."
You whimper, "You're a man… God… you are."
Jaemin tuts, "Of course but am I your man?"
You nod furiously, "Yeah… you are."
You want so badly to burry your face into the firmness of his chest but you can't tear your eyes away from his.
He smiles, "C'mon, pretty girl. Stand up for me,"
You scramble to your feet and Jaemin lifts your dress to drag your panties down your legs. He looks up and his eyes meet yours.
He smiles, "You can't take your eyes off of me," he purrs.
You're barely able to step out of your panties before he's pulling you down to straddle his lap. His cock presses against your pussy and you whine, "Jaemin, please."
You raise up and he quickly loosens his belt then opens his jeans. You hands clumsily help and you stand for a moment to push his jeans down.
You find your place on his lap once more and you slowly sink down on his cock. Your breathing hitches as he stretches you.
"You feel so fucking good, baby " he sighs.
His hands hold your hips as he fucks you slowly.
"Take… your shirt off. Wanna touch you... Wanna touch you so bad," You plead.
Jaemin quickly removes his shirt and you admire the sheer mass he's put on and silently thank whoever his personal trainer is.
"Your turn. Take that dress off for me," he says.
You don't hesitate to take the dress off and throw it to the side.
Jaemin cups your tits through your bra, "I want this off too," he sighs as he reaches around to unclasp your bra and you shimmy out of it.
His mouth hungrily kisses and mouths at your nipples as you begin riding him. He brings a hand up to wrap around your throat, "I'm not a child, right? You don't think that anymore, do you?" he asks you with mock innocence as you both writhe against each other.
You shake your head, "N-no… no, baby," You whine.
Jaemin sighs, "Really? 'Baby'? C'mon, sweetheart… Try again," he whispers into your ear.
"I-I… I uh… Jaemin, please… harder, faster- I need more," You cry.
"You need more, beautiful? Then tell me... who's your daddy? Huh? Can you tell me that?" he whispers and rolls his hips to hit you deep inside.
"You are! You are! Oh my God… daddy... please."
Jaemin laughs low and deep against your ear, "That's right... such a good girl."
You ride him desperately and he thumbs at your clit as you do. You feel your orgasm approaching like a freight train and you cry out, "Oh! Jaemin! Yes, yes, yes, yes... God, yes..."
He kisses you roughly, "Can I cum in that pussy, beautiful? I wanna fill you up," he pants.
You nod and he keeps rubbing your clit.
"Fuck!" You scream into his shoulder. "Baby... fuck... take it for me," he moans. He continues fucking into you until he can't go on anymore and you collapse against him.
Jaemin's hand strokes your back, "Alright... now get out," he laughs breathlessly.
You laugh too and he hugs you close. He hasn't pulled out yet and you know that once he does then you'll both be forced to get up and shower.
You both remain flaccid on the sofa and Jaemin breaks the silence,
"Noona, neomu yeppeo..." He sings softly.
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callsigndragon · 1 year
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Seeing Red | Ch. 28: Red - Penny 📲✍️
Summary: Penny checks on Red
Warning: mentions of death and cancer.
THERE'S BOTH TEXT CHAT AND WRITTEN PART IN THIS CHAPTER
A/N: I COULDN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS I'M A WEAK PERSON OKAY? OKAY.
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Jake comes back from Liam's room, a soft smile on his lips when he sees you're awake. "Morning, cherry." 
"Morning, cowboy." You mutter, opening your arms for him. It only takes him a second to get under the covers and crawl into your arms. "How's the little prince?" 
"He still has a fever, it's much lower than yesterday, though. I made him breakfast and gave him medicine. He almost fell asleep while eating. It was so heartbreaking." 
"He gets sleepy when sick. Did you put him to bed?" 
Jake nods, kissing your neck, the closest thing he has, as his head is resting on your chest. "Didn't even have to sing." 
You smile as you recall all the nights you've secretly heard him sing to Liam. "It's cute when you do it." 
He raises his head, looking at you with narrow eyes. "Have you been eavesdropping, young lady?" 
"You can't prove it!" You chuckle when he starts kissing your neck again, his 'stache tickling your skin. 
"I can torture you until you admit it," he says, biting your neck softly, just in that sweet spot he loves so much. You have to clench your teeth to not moan. "I still know where it is."
"Asshole." 
"Language." He continues kissing your neck, his lips traveling up to your jaw. "I've seen a few more tattoos. Can I see them?" 
"Oh, yeah. There's this butterfly," you say, lifting your arm to reveal a red butterfly with a date on the inside of your forearm. "That's Liam's birth date." 
"It's beautiful." He traces the lines with his thumb before kissing it. "I'm gonna need to get one myself. What about the one under your watch?" 
You chuckle. "When did you see that one? It's meant to be hidden." 
"When I wrapped your hands yesterday. But I was too busy being a dick to notice, I guess." He rolls his eyes at himself and laughs. "I'm really sorry about it." 
You kiss his forehead and remove your watch from your wrist. "It's okay. But this should tell you that I never stopped thinking about you." 
"Is that… a cherry?" 
You cover your face with your hands, feeling heat spreading over your cheeks. "It's lame, I know. Pregnancy hormones thought that it was cool." 
He grabs your hands, sliding his fingers between yours, and moves them away from your face. "Red, look at me." 
You open one eye, afraid that he's going to laugh at you, but curious at the same time when you hear the seriousness in his voice. 
"Take off my watch." 
And you do, your lungs forgetting how to work when you see the small 'R' in red ink. And the blue 'L' next to it, separated by a hyphen. "You did not." 
"Of course, I did. Got the R three years ago. The L is recent." He looks at you, waiting for your approval. "You like it?"
You wipe a tear away. "You said you'd never get a tattoo." 
"This isn't just a tattoo, love. It's my family." He chuckles when he sees your teary eyes. "Oh Lord, look at you. It's just two letters." 
"It's the meaning behind, Jake. A Red R. That's me. And the L is Liam, and it's blue! That's his favorite color." 
"I know. I asked him." He confesses with a grin. 
You sigh, grabbing him by the neck and pulling him close to kiss him. "Don't leave again." 
He pecks your lips softly, a featherly touch that almost makes you believe it didn't happen. "I've hurt you enough in this life. I won't leave you again." You look into the depthness of his green orbs, searching in them. There's fierceness in them. He was alone the last time. Well, not alone. But it was you two against the world, and he had everything to lose.
Now? He has a family. A big, loud, and crazy family that would go to the ends of the world to help him if he asked them to. Now he can fight. 
"I love the 'stache. It gives you this 'hot daddy' look." 
He burst into laughter, falling against the pillows. "I'm in my dilf era." 
You roll over, laying on top of him, your head now pressed against his chest. "Remember that no one other than me, the hottest milf around, is allowed to see you like this." 
He raises a brow, wetting his lips before smirking. "Babe, you were the one that punched me yesterday for being jealous." 
"Oh, I'm not jealous." You point out, playing with his dog tags and the ring attached to the chain. Why would you be jealous when he wears the ring everywhere? 
"Then why is nobody allowed to see me shirtless?" He moves his hands under your shirt, caressing the small of your back. 
"Did I say shirtless?" 
"No," he softly pinches your skin, causing you to yelp. "Shhhh. You're gonna wake our kid." 
You smack his chest. "What was that for?" 
"Because you talk in riddles. What are you, the Riddler?"
"What I meant is that nobody is allowed to see you being cute, adorable and soft while talking about Liam. That's for my eyes only." 
He shakes his head and laughs. "You're really something else." 
"You knew what you were getting into when you proposed." You kiss his jaw, smiling afterwards. Things have changed so much in only 24 hours. 
"And I'll do it again." 
There's not a sign of doubt in his voice. 
"Penny told me about your mom. That was the only thing she said." 
Jake swallows. Maybe you should have stayed quiet. "Apparently she had cancer." 
"Sweet mother of god. I don't know who wrote the story of your life, but they sure wanted to make you suffer."
"Shit happens, I guess. But it's okay. She's in a better place now."
You're about to say something when you hear Liam crying. You sigh and get up. "My turn." 
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dollypopup · 6 months
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dollypop fic directory
well. . .I think i've definitely written enough Polin fics at this point that I should proooooobably have some sort of organization, so here we go!
top 5 (if you're gonna read anything, read this)
if i'm butter (then she's a hot knife) (Rated E): 9 times Colin lies about his feelings for Penelope, and 1 time he tells the truth
what's in a name: Colin 'your daughter calls me Daddy, too' Bridgerton just really loves his girlfriend, and he won't apologize for it (not even to her actual dad)
so come give me a hug (if you're into getting rubbed) (Rated E): the three times Colin and Penelope were just cuddling. You know. As friends. Really. That's all. And the one time-
U Up? (Rated M): sexting, but make it regency letters
here I stand (I'm your man) : Colin and Penelope fall in love, one tangle at a time (featuring trans!Colin)
feel good fics (everything is polin, and nothing hurts)
oneshots
get down with the thickness
happy snackcidents
a little bit closer (you're my kind of man)
kiss me through the phone (i'll see you later on)
cum one, cum all
a kiss with a fist (is better than none)
like a record baby, you spin me right 'round
if that ain't love (then I don't know what love is)
thnks fr th mmrs
up off the table (i'm starving)
the long way around
you get me (higher)
catcall
multi-chap
like you a latke (rated E)
shower your affection (let it rain on me) (rated E)
UNFINISHED who likes short shorts?
UNFINISHED with eyes unclouded
want a good cry?
oneshots
just can't front (when i look at you)
so baby pull me closer (in the backseat of your rover)
i've been burning
lesson number one
so tie me up
boom, splat
multi-chap
love is just a camouflage (for what resembles rage)
UNFINISHED come over here and profound for me
smutty smutty smut
big appetite
(oh baby, baby) I'm Dancing With a Stranger
under the table
caution: slippery when wet
letting you sink in
backseat, windows up, that's the way we like to-
but i can't help it (multi-chap)
pipe dreams (multi-chap)
naughty corner
i'd claw at your heart (and i'd tear at your sheet)
she love what i say (yeah, my Pen game cupid)
under neon lights
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taralaurel · 3 months
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Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays ♥️
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Want some Batfamily holiday cheer (or angst)??
Birdsong (oneshot)
Dick & Jason
"But Jason? Our Jason?" Dick burst out into yet another roar of amusement, bending forward and gripping his gut. "In front of actual people?"
"Yes," Alfred's voice was a firm edge of patience and restraint and love. "The boy would never say it, of course, but I know he would really like it if you were there."
Jason is doing something...different...for Christmas this year.
Here Comes Santa Claus (oneshot)
Dick, Jason, Tim, & Damien
"Oh, you look great," Tim zoomed in on the bright red outfit.
"Take that picture," Bruce lifted a white-gloved finger, "and you'll never see that phone again."
"Eh," Tim tucked the device in his pocket, already having snapped a couple candid shots, "I've got extras."
"Well," Alfred adjusted Bruce's faux beard, "I think you look splendid, Master Bruce. The children are going to love you."
"Or be terrified of him," Tim shrugged. "I know you're in costume, but try not to accidentally use your Batman voice on the kids."
"Keep it up," Bruce pulled the fluffy hat over his head, "and I'll make you my elf."
It's another annual Wayne Enterprises Christmas party, but this year, there is a special guest...
What Christmas Means to Me (final chapter up next week!)
Dick, Jason, & Tim
Tim tried to believe, if only for a little while. In kindergarten, his class had written letters to the big man...Tim's was only one sentence long.
"I want mommy and daddy home for Christmas."
They'd been in Egypt through New Year's.
He wrote again in first grade.
"Please let mom and dad be home for Christmas."
And in second.
"Please, if you are real at all, can you bring my parents home for Christmas?"
He hadn't really truly believed in the mythological man, but boy had he wanted to. Boy had he tried.
When at a Wayne Enterprises Christmas Gala, Tim meets "Santa". Reluctantly, Tim asks him for what he's always wanted for the holidays - to be with his family. He just might get his wish, even if it's not exactly in the way he would have ever imagined.
While these fics are all written by me, I would love if you would Reblog this with your favorite Batfam holiday fics for everyone to see (& for me. Definitely for me.)
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monsterbeetlebug · 1 year
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Beetlejuice fanfic
Tw: Sex, religious imagery, dirty talk, coarse language.
Like a prayer
On a chilly evening as the sun sets in the horizon, a priest walks through the graveyard. He takes his time admiring all the graves, flowers and candles people have lit up for their late loved ones.
As he makes his way into the graveyard he noticed a gravestone he hadn't seen before. Approaching the gravestone he studies it closer. It's a tall, worn and grey, almost blue looking. Three skeleton looking figures at the top points down to the name written. It says "here lies Betelgeuse" in big red letters with an arrow pointing further down. With a low voice the priest talks to himself.
"Hmm, I've never seen this grave before"
It certainly doesn't look new to him, and he would have remembered such a special gravestone.
"Who is Bet.. Beetlejuice?"
The priest scratches his head as he tries to pronounce the name. He hasn't seen or heard the name before.
"Beetlejuice.." He whispers.
He doesn't know anyone with that name. He would have remembered such a different name. As he turned to face the church and walk back he thought maybe the young nun might have an idea.
"Beetlejuice.. Maybe Y/n knows something about this grave"
Just a the priest started walking he heard a low rumbling sound from ground. The earth started to fall in on it's own in front of the stone, forming a big hole in the ground. Smoke started pouring out and a low menacing chuckle could be heard echoing. The priest watches in shock as a man swiftly flies up and lands infront of him. He stumbles backwards and trips. He's to stunned to even mutter a word. Staring at the man looming above him.
"Cat got yer tounge faaather?" A gruff voice draws out. The man from the grave grins down at the priest.
"Thanks for letting me out, started to get a bit boring in there ya'now."
The man chuckles and pulls the priest up from the ground by his hair. The priest gulps. Getting a proper look at the man he feels a chill down his spine. He's pale with big dark circles around his eyes. A 5 O'clock shadow. Moss and mold patches growing here and there. Static hair with a dusty green colour. An old worn suit with vertical black and white stripes. Taking a step back the priest manages to stutter a question.
"Wh..who are you, what.. are you..?"
The man snorts at him with a smirk.
"Never seen a dead guy? Hah! I'm a ghost. The ghost! The ghost with the most to be precise. And the name is the one you just called out"
He poked the priest in his forehead. The priest loses the colour in his face and takes hold of the rosary he has around his wrist. He's terrified and confused.
"Your name is B..beetlejuice..?"
Beetlejuice rolls his eyes and shoves his hands in his pockets.
"Sky daddy won't help you here, but why don't you meet some friends of mine instead huh?"
Beetlejuice walks up to the priest and stands next to him. He grabs his neck and shoves him forward to the hole. The priest stumble forward gasping at the sudden shove. With a kick to the back the priest falls into the hole while Beetlejuice laughs in the background. Hearing a thump from the hole Beetlejuice grins and leans on one knee and yells into the hole.
"Greet the wroms from me wontcha father!?"
The priest can't even shout for help before he's covered in dirt, stones and grime. With his hands in his pockets and a big grin on his face Beetlejuice walks towards the church satisfied to finally be free again.
Inside the church you were preparing for the next days gathering. Tidying and setting everything up. Getting new candles for the altars and putting out sitting cushions for the people. Feeling satisfied with your work you walk up to the small staircase leading up to the main altar. You look up at the big golden cross with a carved sculpture of Jesus crucified on it. You softly kneel down on the lowest step.
"Oh, why do I feel like this. I'm a nun for christ sake."
You quickly put a hand to your mouth and look up at the cross in a small shock.
"Sorry Jesus" You whisper.
You weren't the most traditional nun, but liked to keep some of the religion and the respect because of the community in town. It was always so welcoming and warm for everyone, no matter who they were.
You even had some small tattoos and a couple piercings. Just small crosses on some fingers and thorned vines around your wrist and ankles.A couple piercings in your ears, one in your tounge and in both nipples. Even while wearing your nun attire you still wore fishnets and beautiful lingerie underneath. It made you feel so pretty.
But even for a nun who isn't so strick and doesn't believe in the traditional way, you couldn't help but feel dirty because of your thoughts. As you knelt there on the stairs you started to think again. Your thoughts running wild. You shook your head and wanted the dirty thoughts out. This wasn't the time and place for that. You couldn't keep thinking like that in church all the time.
When you heard a door open and shut you jumped a little. You didn't think that the priest would be back inside already. You stod up and turned around. You looked out towards all the benches. Looking for him. It was empty. Maybe he didn't come in? That was weird. You swore that you just heard him come in.
Just as Beetlejuice had walked in he saw a nun on the stairs in the middle of the church. He hid himself from her vision and observed her. Watching. Analysing. She's looking for the priest. He grins to himself. Watching her with a stern look. Perfect.
"Hm. Weird, maybe he forgot something?" You say to yourself. Then you get a weird feeling. Like you are being watched by someone. But.. you're alone.
You shrug and walk over to the confession both. You mark the side of the person that confesses as occupied. You sit down inside and wait for the priest to come back. You fiddle with the hem of your veil as you wait.
Hearing footsteps you breath out, gathering your thoughts a little. The door on the other side of the both opens and close. You hear the priest sit down. He clears his throat before he speaks.
"What bothers you on this fine evening sister?"
He sounded more coarse than usual. Maybe the cold breeze outside made his throat a bit sore? You sighed and looked down at your shoes.
"Oh, forgive me father for I have sinned. I keep having these awful dirty thoughts during gathering and while in church."
You wait for an answer. You really needed to get it of your chest and confine in someone you trust. You perk up when you hear him answer.
"What kind of dirty thoughts are bothering you?"
Beetlejuice smirks as he answers. Wanting to find out how he can take advantage of your confession. You sound like an angel. Look like an angel. He bets you feel and taste like heaven.
"I.. It's.. It's a bit embarrassing. I keep thinking about touching myself or to be touched by someone. I get this feeling. This need of wanting someone to want me. But it feels so wrong to have those thoughts and feelings in church. I don't know what to do anymore.."
You sink down a bit in your seat. Toes pointing towards each other. You squeeze your thighs together. Still having thoughts and can't stop them. Not sure what answer to expect. You feel so filthy sitting there. Having confessed how dirty your mind is inside. You jumped up when you heard him shuffle a bit and started to answer.
"Well, in that case.."
He paused.
Why did he stop?
It's silent.
You only hear your own breath.
Your heart rate quickens.
Then he speaks out with a slight chuckle to his voice. Sounding more coarse than before.
"Then why didn't you just say Sorry Daddy I've been a naughty girl?"
Your eyes are wide in shock. A slight blush to your cheeks. Did you hear that right? A priest couldn't possibly be saying something like that. Could he?
"Father, how can you say something like that?" You question.
You look at the wall separating the sides of the booth. Waiting you start to figet with the skirt of your attire. You feel anxious. Still, there is a weirdly good feeling about the sentence you questioned.
Click.
A quiet inhale.
The smell of smoke.
What? The priest doesn't smoke.
You are about to stand up, but stay put when the door opens.
You look up.
A strange looking man.
The cigarette between his lips makes a soft orange glow to his face. The smoke slithers up around his face. He eyes you up and down. Taking in every detail.You push yourself into the backwall trying to get further away. Wanting to hide away from his gaze.
He chuckles. He takes the cigarette with one hand and leans into the doorframe. Blowing a circle of smoke towards you. Beetlejuice has placed himself in a perfect position, traping you inside the booth. He's thinking. Considering what to do next. Putting the cigarette back between his lips he smirks. He breaths smoke out through his nostrils. Giving him a devilish and impressive look. You shake your head. You didn't want to think of him that way. As you steady your head again you feel a hand lift you chin up making you look at the man. He grins. You slap his hand away and move your head, but you can't even try to hide the way you blush. He has already noticed it.
"Want me as yer personal Jesus and give you the body of Christ?" He asks in a rough voice while grabbing his junk with his hand.
You try to look away. Feeling so embarrassed and not wanting your thoughts to take over. You clench the rosary hanging around your neck. Feeling a warmth growing. Your heart beating faster. Beetlejuice grabs your chin again and leans down. His face mere centimetres away from yours. You can smell and feel his smokey breath.
"Kneel. Like it's a prayer and I'll help you with those thoughts of yours."
He looks at you with a sly grin. As he leans up again he spits the cigarette out, but it disappeares in thin air as it lands. Gulping you kneel down infront of him. You don't have a choice. You look down at your thighs. Waiting.
Zip.
He opened his flyer.
Your eyes widen. Did he really want you to..? But you have never done anything like that,  not even to yourself. You didn't know how.
".. I.. Don't know how.." You muttered without lifting your head.
"Heh, then you'll learn how. Lift your head and open up."
Slowly turning your head up you see his cock. You get anxious about even fitting it in your mouth at all. It's a bit longer than avarage and got some decent girth to it. You hesitate to open your mouth, but comply out of fear of something worse.
"Now you get to suck on it like it's your favourite lollipop." Beetlejuice grins at the sight beneath him.
Placing your lips around the head of his cock you lightly suck on it. Feeling his cock twitch you jump a little. You hear him chuckle. As you continue you slowly take in more of his length. You start to set a pace you're comfortable with. He pushes the vail of your head and puts a hand in your hair. He groans softly. Burying his fingers in your hair as he leans his head backwards.
You start to feel a tingle between your legs. It feels.. good? Sucking his dick you feel yourself get gradually wet. Did you enjoy this? You felt so conflicted. So good, but so bad at the same time. He started to push your head faster, forcing you to pick up the pace. Your jaw becoming tired. Your eyes starting to tear up. Feeling saliva build up and drip out of your mouth. It felt so weirdly good. Your close your eyes and melt into the motion of sucking him of. Suddenly he pulls himself out with a pop. You breathe heavily. Opening your eyes again you see him jerk his cock.
"Here's some holy water for ya.. " Beetlejuice groans out as he comes on your face.
You quickly close your eyes and feel the warm trickling of cum landing all over your face.
"What a pretty mess. " He says with admiration in his voice. His voice sounded softer.
He pulls you up by your arm. You can feel him use the skirt of your attire to dry off your face. As you open your eyes you got a short glimpse of him looking so gentle. He looked so..charming. You couldn't believe that such a man could actually look handsome.
"What? Never seen a dead guy facefuck and cum on a nuns face before?" He spits out with a grin.
Your expression change. Shocked at what he just said.
Dead!?
Is he a fucking ghost?
Did you just suck off a ghost?
Feeling cold you take a step back. Not sure how to process the information you just got. But before you get as much as a word out he rips your attire open.Feeling the air on your body you try desperately to cover up. Your attire is completely torn. It's hopeless. He snorts at your try.
Slowly he looks you up and down. He takes in all the new details that had revealed themselves. You wore beautiful black lingerie. Fishnet stockings. Your rosary dangling between your breasts. The subtle shape the nipplepiercings gives out in the brah. Your tattoos. He never thought a nun could do that.
But you were different.
He liked it.
You look away, not wanting the attention. Suddenly Beetlejuice pikcs you up and puts you over his shoulder.Surprised by the act you try to wiggle and get down. You want to run. He slaps your ass to warn you. You make a sharp inhale at the sudden pain. But it didn't hurt as bad as you thought it would. You give up and just hang there with your arms crossed.You didn't understand where he was going. When you start to look around you notice how different things looks.The light from outside is dark red.  There's a ton of candles everywhere that you haven't put out. Not to mention lit any of them. You feel like the church itself has become deranged and darker somehow. Only lit up by the flickering glow of candles. Weird.
As you're put down again you recognise where you ended up. The main altar in front of the big cross. He sat you down on the altar. Shit. He's looming over you with a hungry look. Licking his lips as he puts his hand on each of your thighs. He maintains eyes contact as he moves. You quickly squeeze your tights together. A bit scared.
"Aw come on now. Spread your legs and show me the gate to heaven baby." He gives you a softer and more seductive smirk than before.
He leans in closer to your face. Your eyes betrays you as they give a quick look at his lips. You blush again at the thought of his lips. Catching the glimpse you got of his lips he puts a hand softly behind your head. He connects your lips in a surprisingly passionate kiss. You can't help but melt into it and close your eyes. He pushes his tounge into your mouth. Exploring every part of it. He tastes like earth. It feels like nothing you've felt before. You breathe heavily as you part your lips, your eyes fluttering open. He gently tries to push your thighs apart. You allow him but feel embarrassed to spread your legs this way. He slides a hand up your thigh until he reaches your panties. He gently rubs his thumb against you. He can feel how wet you actually are through your panties. Starting to pull them off you stop him. Placing your hand on his.
"I'm.." You can't finish the sentence.
Beetlejuice looks at you. He knows.
"I know you're a virgin." A soft and understanding voice. You didn't expect him to actually be a bit comforting. Or to even care. You look into his eyes and give him a soft nod.
"I'll start gentle. I promise."
He grins slightly. You felt a tingling sensation and butterflies in your belly from his words. He cups you cheek and gives you a soft kiss.After gently pulling your panties of he slides his thumb through your slick folds. He smirks at the view and feeling. Watching your reactions. You hold back a moan. Your eyes closed so you wouldn't feel so embarrassed. You feel him lean in next you your ear. His low gravely whisper making your back arch slightly.
"I'm gonna show ya why I'm known as the ghost with the most"
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Okay, so the other night I fell down a rabbit hole of sorts. I found some post cards that Vincent had written to his daughter and his (ex) wife Mary. I just think they're so sweet. So I'm sharing them here. These do NOT belong to me. So I do NOT take credit. I just think they're awesome. I'll also do my best to translate in case anyone has any problem reading his writing.
This is a postcard he send to his daughter, Victoria in 1965. Look at the hearts he drew at the top!!!! Whyyyy is this so damn precious?! Moving on... It reads:
Dearest Toria - I love my Easter present - your pictures are beautiful but they make me homesick to see you. It won't be long now and we will have lots of fun when we are together again - I'll make you popovers and meat sticks in the fire and will plant a tree on your birthday and have a big cake! My movie is finally going pretty well but I wish I was doing it at home. Thanks Myrna for the letter. All my love, Daddy
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This post card was sent to his ex-wife Mary in the mid 70s. By this time, he was married to Coral Browne, but remained close friends with Mary. According to their daughter, there was an inside joke to this postcard (which I never understood - but maybe it's not for me to understand :) ) it reads:
Of course I never saw it - who has? The trip to Hong Kong was endless and I've been working my tail off doing publicity, etc. But still find Hong Kong fascinating even tho it's twice as big and as crowded as before - I overlook the bay to the peninsula now nestled unhappily in a forest of skyscrapers but I hear still good. All my love, Vincent *SIGH*
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This post card was sent to his daughter, Victoria and his ex wife Mary Price in February of 1975. Again, he was married to Coral Browne but remained close friends with his ex wife Mary. His daughter once said, "I was lucky that my parents remained friends after the divorce. They wanted what's best for each other and for me, which wasn't always easy because of my stepmother." Which, I could understand her stepmother's point of view, there. But still, it's insanely sweet that they remained good friends.
It reads: Dearest Tor. This is one of the fun things in the great modern museum here in Buffalo. The tour goes well but the weathers terrible. I was 8 hours late getting here but didn't miss the lecture. Love to you both, Dad.
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This letter was sent to his daughter, Victoria in 1976. It reads: Dearest Torsie. On my way to Ohio to rehearse Oliver - had a nice talk with your mama who says you're having a ball - I'd love to hear from you and so am sending a couple of cards to write on- do send them in the next week or so as I'll be here until the 20th - but so will you! All love to you! Dad.
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This post card was sent to his ex wife, Mary and his daughter Victoria in 1979. It reads:
Dearest M + V (Mary and Victoria) Well it slipped into town and seems to be doing very well though it's very strange management but quite legitimate - a lovely theater and set and nice people but NY audiences are not as vociferous as Denver, etc. still it's nice to be here and I love living in Gramercy park. I walk to work but taxi home. I've decided to do only a few head one nighters as it's too difficult to check everything and play it too. Still love doing it however - All Love Dad
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Fuck Me Daddy
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Pairing: Jay x reader
Genre: Smut
Content Warnings: Inebriation; smut; mentions of boners; use of the words "Angel," "Daddy" and "Princess;" oral (m. and f. receiving); unprotected sex; dirty thoughts; choking
Part of: Mellow's You've Got A Letter Event
Mellow speaks: It's here!! The first fic for my 2.5 follower event!! Thank you to the nonnie who had requested this!! I'm so excited for this!
Tagging: @yedammi @axartia @sweethyuka @ivyvesisi
Hey angel,
How are you today? I'm sorry I had to leave before you could wake up, work called :(
I hope you had a good night's sleep yesterday. Going out partying with your friends must have been tiring but fun, right? I'm hoping your head doesn't hurt, but I've kept some painkillers and a bottle of water next to this note just in case.
I didn't get to tell you this yesterday, mainly because the both of us were rather preoccupied with......other things. But you looked absolutely stunning in that little dress of yours, and the way you slurred on your words and puffed up your flushed cheeks did all kinds of things to my heart. You need to wear that dress again sometime, when it's just the two of us, so that I can tell you just how beautiful it looked on you.
Now, I think I've set the mood just right, and I'm running out of cute things to say to you anyway. So I guess it's time to launch into the real reason I've written you this note. You passed out last night just as I was about to drive you home, but do you remember what you said to me right before drifting off to sleep?
Of course you don't. So let me elaborate.
It was something along the lines of "Fuck me, daddy." Screw that, it was exactly those three words. Those three filthy words, barely coherent as you had reached across the console, placing your hand on my thigh in a way you wouldn't even dream of when sober. Your eyes hooded, your bottom lip stuck between your teeth. In that moment, you looked like the personification of lust, and I lie not when I say that it made something twitch inside my jeans.
You looked so fucking hot like that, it made me want to rip that dress off your body and pound into you on the backseat. But your pretty, dirty, mind, obviously had different plans, because just when I was about to lean in and place my lips on yours, you decided to ruin the moment, passing out against my shoulder.
Can you imagine how mad I was just then? Do you have any fucking idea? No, right? But it wasn't like I could do anything about it, other than watching you sleep peacefully after taking my peace away. At least you looked cute, so I'll have to give you that, but in no way does that mean I didn't keep tossing and turning in bed all night.
Removing your makeup and changing you out of that damned dress was nothing if not torture, and I think you ought to know just how annoying it was to get a boner at the sight of you in your lingerie, my hands being the only thing I could use to relieve the pent-up frustration. And as if that wasn't enough, having your body pressed so close against mine was yet another ordeal, my tongue longing to get a taste of that sweet pussy.
But why am I telling you all this?
Because princess, I want you to gulp as you read this, and think of how I'm going to punish you when I come home. You wanted daddy to fuck you, right? Well, guess what? Daddy is going to do just that. He's going to kiss those pretty lips of yours until you're breathless. He's going to touch you. Touch you in the slowest way possible, touch you at all the right places.
He's going to peel his clothes off your body, piece by piece, until you're buck naked under him. He's going to kiss your skin, make you feel good, and mark you up until you're covered in bites and bruises. He's going to part your legs, nice and slow, his tongue slitting across your heat and licking off your juices while all you can do is moan and whine. He's going to eat you out and touch you, so good that you forget your name, so good that tears stream down your cheeks as you cum for the fifth time.
And then he's going to make you choke on his cock, making you taste your own salty tears as you swallow his cum. He's going to sit you down on the floor and have you worship his dick like the slut you are. Because that's just what you deserve. Don't even think that's all, because after you're all spent from the foreplay, daddy is going to tie you up. Real good so that you can't move, making your wrists struggle against the satin as he finally bottoms out inside you, no protection at hand.
He's going to place his hand on your throat and choke you till you can't breathe, he's going to ram into you till that pussy is sore. He's going to fill you up to the brim, again and again, till you're squirming and spilling onto the bedsheet.
So get ready, my angel. Wear that lingerie of yours I love, and look pretty for me when I come home. Because I'm going to ruin you tonight.
Love,
Your Daddy, Jay
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Are there informal words for mother/father in ancient greek, like what a child would say? mom/dad or even mommy/daddy?
absolutely! we actually have a decent amount of written attestation for what children would call their parents informally. generally fathers could be addressed with variations on the letter pi (think "pa," "pop," or "papa" in english): πάππη(ς)/πάππα(ς)/πάπα(ς) or πᾶ(ς)-- the nominative is with the sigma and and the vocative, which is the form we usually see these words in, is without it. mothers could be addressed with variations on the letter mu (like "mom"/"mum", "ma," or "mama" in english): μάμμη/μάμμα or μᾶ. you also get people calling their fathers or father-figures ἄττα or τέττα. most of those terms are pretty flexible and seem to have been used to for older people with whom the child had a close relationship, so grandparents or nurses or other people who helped raise them as well as their actual parents.
just in terms of what i've encountered, in the odyssey nausicaa calls her father πάππα φίλτατε ("daddy dearest") and telemachus calls eumaeus ἄττα, and in the iliad achilles calls phoenix ἄττα γεραιὲ ("old pops" but in a respectful sense). but we generally see these sorts of words in less-commonly-read texts like the greek anthology or eustathius or sometimes inscriptions or papyri.
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Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf
Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf
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Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf
Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf
Sept, huit, neuf (sept, huit, neuf)
Sept, huit, neuf (sept, huit, neuf)
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
My dearest, Angelica
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
I trust you'll understand the reference to another Scottish tragedy
Without my having to name the play
They think me Macbeth, ambition is my folly
I'm a polymath, a pain in the ass, a massive pain
Madison is Banquo
Jefferson's Macduff
And Birnam Wood is Congress on its way to Dunsinane
And there you are an ocean away
Do you have to live an ocean away?
Thoughts of you subside
Then I get another letter
And I cannot put the notion away
Take a break
I am on my way
There's a little surprise before supper and it cannot wait
I'll be there in just a minute, save my plate
Alexander
Okay, okay
Your son is nine years old today
He has something he'd like to say
He's been practicing all day
Philip, take it away
Daddy, daddy, look
My name is Philip
I am a poet
I wrote this poem just to show it
And I just turned nine
You can write rhymes but you can't write mine
What!
I practice French and play piano with my mother
Uh-huh
I have a sister but I want a little brother
Okay
My daddy's trying to start America's bank
Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq!
Bravo!
Take a break
Hey, our kid is pretty great
Run away with us for the summer
Let's go upstate
Eliza, I've got so much on my plate
We can all go stay with my father
There's a lake I know
I know
In a nearby park
I'd love to go
You and I can go when the night gets dark
I will try to get away
My dearest Alexander, you must get through to Jefferson
Sit down with him and compromise
Don't stop 'til you agree
Your favourite older sister Angelica reminds you
There's someone in your corner all the way across the sea
In a letter I received from you two weeks ago
I noticed a comma in the middle of a phrase
It changed the meaning, did you intend this?
One stroke and you've consumed my waking days
It says
"My dearest, Angelica"
With a comma after dearest
You've written
"My dearest, Angelica"
Anyway, all this to say
I'm coming home this summer
At my sister's invitation
I'll be there with your family if you make your way upstate
I know you're very busy, I know your work's important
But I'm crossing the ocean and I just can't wait
You won't be an ocean away
You'll only be a moment away
Alexander come downstairs, Angelica's arriving today
Angelica!
Eliza!
The Schuyler sisters
Alexander!
Hi
It's good to see your face
Angelica, tell this man, John Adams spends the summer with his family
Angelica, tell my wife, John Adams doesn't have a real job anyway
You're not joining us? Wait-
I'm afraid I cannot join you upstate
Alexander, I came all this way
She came all this way
All this way
Take a break
You know I have to get my plan through Congress
Run away with us for the summer
Let's go upstate
I'll lose my job if we don't get this plan through Congress
We'll all go stay with our father
There's a lake I know
I know I'll miss your face
In a nearby park
Screw your courage to the sticking place
You and I can go
Eliza's right
Take a break
Take a break and get away
Run away with us for the summer
Let's go upstate
Where we can stay
We can all go stay with our father
If you take your time, you will make your mark
Look around, look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now
Close your eyes and dream
We can go
When the night gets dark
Take a break
I have to get my plan through Congress
I can't stop 'til I get this plan through Congress
Here ya go
THERES NOTHING LIKE SUMMER IN THE CITY-
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