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seokmattchuus · 2 years

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Sober - Optional Bias

A/n: I don’t know what this is but like, here you go. Not sure if I proofread this well enough, I be stressed out.

You had a love-hate relationship with drinking. You usually only did it when you were stressed, but you hated how you could never shut the fuck up once you started rambling.

“Please~ I wanna stay~~” You whined over the music as you held onto his arm, your eyes trying their best to muster a pleading look.

“Y/n, you really don’t need any more drinks.” He sighed, taking your arms in his as he tried to pull you with him.

“Why not~” You pouted up at him, batting your lashes in an attempt to get him to change his mind.

“Because I’m in charge of you and if you have one more drink, guess whose problem you’re going to be?” He smiled sweetly at you, a direct contradiction to the words he just said.

But the look in his eyes had you complying. How could you say ‘no’ when he smiled at you like that.

“And what do I get if I agree?” You challenged, still pouting, but you weren’t really that upset. As long as you left together, maybe it wouldn’t be too bad.

“I’ll buy you hangover soup in the morning. Just the way you like it.” He laughed lightly as your eyes lit up at the mention of food. "Now, c'mon," He paused as he fixed his hold on you to keep you up. "Let's get you in the car."

The drive home had you wishing you hadn't had more than five drinks. Was the road always this bumpy? Were there always this many turns?

"Slow down," You whined, a small gag following the statement.

"We're not even in the car." He laughed lightly. "You fell asleep after a while and when we got here, you wouldn't wake up, so I carried you to your bed."

Through your drunken haze, you didn't believe him. Your arms reached out, patting around you and feeling the softness of your blankets.

"If you're feeling dizzy, though, you're probably gonna puke." He pointed out. "Would you like the restroom, or a trash can?"

"I'm not gonna puke." You mumbled a protest. "I just wanna sleep."

"And if you puke in your sleep?" He raised a brow.

"I'm not~" You whined. "If I was gonna puke, I wouldn't feel so cold." You stated matter-of-factly.

"Fine." He reluctantly gave in. "But you need to let me know if you feel like throwing up, okay?" He said softly. "I'll be in the living room, just call out."

"Or you could stay here, just in case I can't call out in time." Your voice was low, your previous sleepiness coming back.

“Yeah, yeah,” He smiled down at you as he tucked you in. "We both know you're just too lazy." He shook his head as he shifted back, but your arm came out to grab at his before he could get up.

“I meant it,” You mumbled, your voice soft. “Stay.” You tugged him towards you, the scent of his cologne making you want nothing more than to snuggle into him.

You meant it more than him being on simple puke-watch. It was the first time he'd stayed over in a while, and you wanted to make the best of it. Even if it meant pretending you couldn't remember it that well tomorrow.

He didn't pull away and you took the chance to pull him down next to you, your arms sneaking around his waist in the way you always wanted to.

His fists clenched at his side as your arms wrapped around him. Why were you making this so hard for him? Why couldn’t you just go to sleep?

“At least stay until I fall asleep.” You pouted, realizing you were probably making him uncomfortable.

It took everything in him to not say what he really wanted to. How he'd stay all night if it meant he got to wake up with your head on his chest. Instead, he placed a hand in your hair, slightly scratching it, and giving you a small 'hm' in agreement.

To him, you would never see him the way he saw you. You would never say this if you weren’t drunk. He’d be taking advantage if he stayed but he didn’t have the heart to tell you ‘no’.

And to you, he would never see you the way you saw him. Your petty excuses to spend time with him were running out. He'd see through it eventually, but you really couldn't help it.

“I’ll stay on the couch after you fall asleep, okay?” He was lying and he knew it. In the morning, he'd pretend he had fallen asleep while waiting.

His voice calmed you as he finally settled into your hold, his free arm wrapping around you in hopes of locking the memory in.

The way your hands laid on his chest made you feel at home. Be it your drunken self getting cozy or the way he actually felt comfortable, you hummed to yourself in delight.

And he couldn't be happier with you wanting him to stay. How your fist closed lightly, trapping his shirt in your hold. He felt brave enough to pull you closer, his head leaning down to place itself on top of yours.

Maybe it wasn’t how you wanted it to happen, and maybe he'd never speak up, but he felt more comfortable with the thought of doing so as you snuggled into him. He closed his eyes, a single thought repeating in his head to tell himself he wasn't going crazy.

Drunk words are sober thoughts.

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kpop-dungeon-dark · 3 years

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The Experiment. (Dom!Sehun x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Con-Noncon (you consent to the act for the sake of play), dacryphilia, choking, anal, hair pulling, bondage, fear kink, gagging, slapping, pretend hate sex, puppy kink, orgasm denial, degradation and humiliation. Browse at your own risk.

Y/n gulped as she walked hand-in-hand with her older, much bigger boyfriend and dom, Sehun. A couple of 7 months now, they had soon realised after a few weeks of going out that both of them liked things on the… rougher side.

Today, they were going to try… something, after very careful planning and discussion.

Sehun knew he had to be the responsible one in the relationship always. And so during experiments as well as 'serious' things he didn't play around or let Y/n shy away, sitting her down and planning everything out.

He didn't ever want to hurt her. Not even accidentally.

The couple came to a halt when they reached the trailer placed in the middle of the jungle, Sehun turning to the girl and pushing her closer by the back of her neck before touching his lips to her forehead.

"I love you."

"I love you too… sir." A timid whisper followed the manly voice, her legs in a complete contrast to her scared voice, thighs squeezing against one another to ease the tension between them.

Oh. Her panties were already soaked.

"You know your safe words, pup." The key turned in the lock and Sehun was in character by the time the door to the trailer slowly opened inwards, his grip hardening on the back of her neck as he roughly hauled her in, stepping inside before hitting the lights as she started to whine and struggle.

"Get in here you little whore!" He was amazed by how fast her tears busted out, as if on cue. "Pathetic! Thinking you can fight against your owner! What a bad dog!" Y/n loved the insults as well as the rough grip he had on her hair, moving her before going to close the door. "You, little pup, need lots of training-!"

The man's words were cut short when she grabbed a vase that had been put intentionally there before hitting his arm hard enough with it that his grip on her loosened, aiding the girl in slipping away through the still ajar door.

"I WILL NEVER SLEEP WITH A SICK AND DIRTY MAN LIKE YOU!" The girl shrieked, her bad acting looking like one out of those porn videos as she rushed away from him, Sehun following soon after grunting and cussing. "HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!"

They knew nobody would come as no one could hear them. This was in the middle of nowhere. They knew it. They had planned it. For weeks.

But something about blindly running in the dark followed by a man so strong and of Sehun's kind, made adrenaline rush through Y/n's veins, her core just getting needier and needier. It was a chilly night. But the fire glowing hotter and hotter deep within her ovaries was providing her enough warm to keep running as tears blurred her vision.

This felt so real. So dangerous. So vicious. Cruel. Terrifying, even.

And she loved it.

The thoughts of what was going to follow this made her knees weak, causing them to buckle up as she went tumbling down against the dead leaves, making her groan as she landed on her chest, wanting to be pounded from behind right there.

"Oh no! Oh no!" She cried harder, sounding more aroused with each word, trying to 'weakly' crawl away as Sehun approached her from behind, clicking his tongue which made her struggle harder. "OH NO SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE!"

"Absolutely pathetic" clicking his tongue, the man effortlessly grabbed her ankle, dragging her against the leaves as she squawked and drooled humiliatingly, trying to 'break free' from her 'captor' as he dragged her back to the trailer. "You could have at least tried to run away, tsk. But you're really eager, huh?" The man didn't know if he was in character or speaking in general.

Because his slut of a cumsock was always ready to be fucked by him.

In the most vile of ways.

"OH NO! LEAVE ME! LEAVE ME YOU VILE DIRTY MAN!" Her heart was thumping in her ears as she struggled to act, going a little wordless from the excitement of what was to come, almost stopping completely when he threw her over his shoulder and entered the trailer before locking it shut and walking to the bed, throwing her on it. "OH GOD! OH PLEASE NO!"

"Hold still!" Slapping one of her breasts harshly, Sehun felt himself slipping deeper into his dominant headspace, in which he wasn't so tolerable to any sort of fussing, tearing her skimpy little outfit off. "Sure you want me to let you go huh slut?" Now hitting her cheek, the male said in a stern voice.

"Because from the hooker shit you wear it appears you want anything with a cock real or fake to fuck all of your pathetic little nasty holes" when she started to cry harder and thrash around, the man grunted and pulled-tore her panties off, taking a quick sniff before pushing them in her mouth, the girl's sensitive tongue picking up the salty taste almost instantly.

"Disgusting little whore lying to my face!" Grabbing a handful of hair from the back of her head, the man pulled her head back to have her look up at him before he slapped her again. "When you are practically dripping! Such a nasty little dog I have here!" Another slap on the same cheek before he let go of her hair and slapped her other cheek with his now free hand, pinching and pulling at her now reddening, tear stained cheeks.

Y/n's struggling died down a bit as her pussy pulsated harder, ovaries feeling like they were flipping in satisfaction from the cruel slaps, pupils dilating.

Sehun chuckled as his thumb grazed over her wet lips, own tongue running over his as he stepped on her feet to restrict movement. He loved to make a mess of that pretty face, inserting his thumbs in either sides of her mouth now before pulling at them, index fingers pushing her top lip out of the way to humiliatingly reveal her teeth and gums like she was some lab rat.

"You've been a bad little dog for Master, pup. And you know what happens to bad little dogs?" He stretched her mouth even more, eyes cold as ice as he felt his stiff cock harden now. "Such a pretty sleeve for Master's cock." He whispered under his breath, admiring her stretched open mouth.

Before her lust clouded mind could even decipher what was happening, Sehun had already pulled her over the bed, placing her face first against the mattress before hurriedly locking her hands in place against the headboard with handcuffs he had pulled out of his pockets, lips brushing the shell of the girl's ear as his breath fanned her skin.

"They are taught a lesson they will remember for a lifetime."

A shiver ran down her spine as she shuddered, crying even harder and loving the intensity of it all. He could be so sweet and kind but also so cold and rough. So contrasting but so good.

"Hnnngg~" she couldn't help but grind her ass against his abdomen as the man was hurriedly stripping himself of his clothes, making him chuckle as he slapped her mildly bruised ass, causing the smaller body to jump in defense.

"You sure you don't want this?" Pumping his cock, Sehun grinned as he rubbed his length before Y/n's ass cheeks, landing a slap on one before squeezing it hard and pulling at it, pushing it away from the other one. "Because it looks like you do~" a surrendered nod came from the girl, causing him to chuckle.

It was no news that the girl wasn't much of a fighter against him, always melting into her Master's control.

But now was the time of the promised surprise Sehun had told her of. The twist.

Fishing the bottle of lube out of the pocket of his discarded jacket, the male easily opened it with one hand and squeezed it hard, aiming for the tiny little fairly unused hole that would always have her thrash and whine if touched.

And it always made Sehun go for it even more.

A loud muffled whine erupted from the girl as realisation dawned upon her. Fuck. He was about to give her some good old anal that always had her penguin walking for days.

Oh no!

Y/n wanted- needed stimulation in her aching pussy and she needed it now!

Sehun, on the other hand was enjoying the now genuine struggle, humming to himself a devilishly sweet tone whilst dripping thick drops of the liquid on his cock now, the thick tip already pushing against the tiny hole now.

Readying it for the deal was one thing, but forcing it to open as it desperately tried to reject his cock and push it out was on a whole different level.

"It never manages to amuse me how you think fucktoys like you have a choice against-" biting his lip, Sehun enjoyed the feeling of her warm and tight ring of muscles encased his fat tip, hands carelessly discarding the almost empty lube. "-their… fuck-" The male grunted as he struggled to fit his impressively huge cock up her tiny ass, both hands squeezing her bruising ass before separating the cheeks to help it open up, hips slowly pushing deeper and deeper as Y/n's mouth formed an 'O', fresh tears escaping her eyes as her whole felt as though it were on fire.

But hell…

It burnt so good.

He always made it hurt so good.

"... against their Masters" Sehun was panting by the time he was able to finish his sentence, halting midway before pulling outwards to drill the entry a bit wider before moving his whole cock in, the upper half of Y/n's body going limp against the bed as she whimpered and moaned to the pain, the lower half raised in the air as it was being thoroughly invaded.

"Fuck! Such a tight little dog!" The male grunted as he felt his hips slowly easing up because of the ring of muscles slowly getting used to his cock, not many loud sounds coming from the girl.

"Come here!" Grabbing her neck, Sehun made her sit up straighter on her knees, causing her ass to slide back on his cock as she whined loudly, drool dripping down her chin as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, making Sehun thrust harder as he watched her from the mirror he had installed right above the headboard to watch her in such positions, other hand squeezing and pinching her sensitive and hard nipples.

"Look at yourself, little pup. Look up!" Pulling at her hair from behind until she was looking at him through the mirror with her lust clouded and tear filled eyes, Sehun sped up mercilessly faster, trying to fit his big balls in the hole too. "This is what you are, just a pathetic little cocksock. This is what delusional little fucktoys like yourself-" slapping one of her cheeks he humiliating pushed her nose back, making her blush even harder in embarrassment.

"-get for thinking they can whine about things. Tch. You should be grateful for whatever I give you. Such a bratty pet I have." Her eyebrows were furrowed in pain and concentration as she felt her tits fly back and forth humiliatingly fast due to the powerful thrysts, this sight alone enough to make her cum.

This mirror was such an embarrassment.

Sehun's body draped over Y/n's back as he chased his orgasm, placing his lips against her neck after pushing her hair out of the way, kissing and licking at the skin before sucking at it, one hand choking it and cutting her air supply as the other one trailed down south.

"Tell me when you're close by nodding." Was a much gentle and soft sound as compared to the loud sound of flesh slapping against flesh as his fingers creeped down and between the girl's wet and squishy pussy lips, making her close close in sweet pleasure.

Oh, good heavens. Finally.

What the poor girl found out soon after was that whenever she'd near her orgasm and nod hazily to let him know, Sehun would devilishly grin in the mirror and stop right away, waiting until the build up was gone before starting the torture all over again, an expert at holding back his own.

Why? Just because he simply could.

It was only a good while after that he painted her walls white with his seed and allowed her to cum, removing the torn underwear from her mouth to have relieved sobs tumble out as the girl collapsed against the bed, going limp as the male slowly eased her out of her restraints, gently rubbing them with the pads of his thumbs while whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

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mrs-march-ahs · 3 years

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CONGRATS ON 300 BBY!! DEFINITELY WELL DESERVED!! If you're up to it could you please do headcanons of Kai punishing you? Idk I just really want him to tie me up and slap me or something😔🤚 Thank you so much and congrats again!!

Kai Punishing You

I don’t know what this is. Summary? Drabble? Long headcannons?

Thank you very much darling<3

Another request was- Can you please do headcanons or a one shot of Ksi punishing you?? Thanks so much!!

Please tell me what you think about the format, enjoy! :) ---- He’s not a soft lover, and he would definitely punish you for doing things he didn’t like. Although it makes sense, he wouldn’t make the rules too clearly, either, because secretly he loved punishing you and would want you to break the rules now and again. Of course, sexual punishments would include teasing, like being tied up to a vibrator. He would sit on a chair and put his feet up on the bed while you laid there, hogtied, with a vibrator to your pussy. Whenever he heard through the gag that you were moaning too much, he would turn it off with the remote or slow it down. Like most things about this man, there was no winning. If you moaned too loud or made it clear you were enjoying yourself too much, he would turn it off to make sure you didn’t cum, but if you stayed completely silent, he would still be unhappy. “Look at Daddy taking such good care of you, and you sit there like an ungrateful brat, not even whimpering for me”. He would like putting a love egg in you or a vibrator inside of you even more than on your clit, and after hours of torture when he finally fucked you himself, he would tell you how loose you are from being stretched out by the vibrator.

However, if you even dared to cum without permission (he doesn’t care whether you’re gagged or not, you have to beg or at least try), he would be furious. “You want to cum so bad? Go ahead”, he’d say, turning the vibrator on the highest setting and laying the remote on the night stand before walking out of the room, leaving you to whine loudly and cum over and over again.

Imagine he went away for a few days, maybe for senate meetings or something, and you had the house to yourself. He would make it awfully clear that you are not allowed to touch yourself while he’s gone. But you, being the disobedient brat that you are, masturbated anyway. On a daily. He would regularly call you and if you took even a second too long to answer he would ask on what you’re doing, and insist that you send him a picture of yourself immediately to make sure you are cooking or working or doing something fully clothed. If you were laying in bed while he called, you would have to send him a picture of your pussy to he has proof you’re not wet and touching yourself without him. But he would find out you disobeyed him. He’d purposely tell you that he’s coming home at a different time and then come earlier, just so he can sneak in the house and catch you in the act. He’d listen at the door for a few seconds before throwing the door open. You’d quickly take your hands out of your undies and try to pretend nothing happened; but Kai isn’t stupid. He’d sit up on the kitchen counter and spread your legs, inspecting you closely. “If you weren’t touching yourself, how come you’re soaking?”. “Well, I was thinking about you coming home, Kai”. “Bullshit”. He’d tie you up and sit between your legs and rub your clit, when you got close, you’d ask for permission to cum and he’d give it to you without hesitation. You’d get very suspicious, but not wanting to piss him off more, you’d cum for him. He’d continue rubbing your clit through your high and when you’ve had enough and try to wriggle away, only to be stopped by the ropes, you’d realise what the night will look like. He’d keep rubbing you and hold you tightly, so you don’t go anywhere. “I was gone for three days, how many times did you touch yourself without me?”, he asked, rubbing circles on you furiously. “Twice”, you managed to choke out, earning an immediate slap on your thigh. “Bullshit!”, he snapped, and leaned closer to your face. “How many times did you masturbate? How many times did you make yourself cum?”, he spat. “S-Six”, you replied, still whining from him touching you. He clicked his tongue a few times, before rubbing your thigh. “Two a day, huh?”, he’d say, just as you’re about to cum again. Before you have the chance to open your mouth to ask for permission, he barges in. “Cum”, he says, and the second the words hit your ears, you let go, this orgasm much stronger than the first. “Four more to go”. Your eyes widened at his comment and he chuckled. “Your orgasms are mine; you belong to me. You disobeyed me, and you’re going to make it up to me”. He wouldn’t stop rubbing you for a second, no matter how sore your clit got, and if you managed to wriggle away, he would add another orgasm you owed him.

Although he’d want you to break the rules occasionally, if you found yourself being bratty just to be touched, then your punishment would be chastity. You’d have to suck his dick on a daily and he would occasionally slap your pussy through your underwear, but for that week, you didn’t get any release.

Other punishments include, kneeling on rice, menial tasks such as re-folding already folded towels while Kai has a cult meeting, no kisses for the day, no cuddles through the night, just straight up slaps across the face or harsh spanking or belting, or being his cockwarmer.

#ahs #american horror story #ahs smut #american horror story smut #kai anderson #kai anderson smut #kai anderson x reader #kai anderson x #kai anderson imagine #kai anderson fanfiction #evan peters character #evan peters characters

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anystalker707 · 3 years

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You wish (1/2)

Pairing: Frank Iero x [non-binary, afab] Reader Word counting: ~ 2 200 Genre: Enemies to lovers Summary: Reader is the only one who doesn't take Frank's shit, but all the bickering eventually turns into flirting.

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A sigh escapes my lips as I finish cleaning the last glass and put it under the counter along with the others before setting the cloth aside. It's going to be a busy night because, apparently, a band is going to play in the club tonight and that usually brings a lot of people in. On the other hand, at least Mikey is helping me today – let's hope he doesn't fuck up with anything, but if he does, it's Gerard's problem and not mine, after all.

"Hello," a guy greets as sitting down on one of the stools.

I raise an eyebrow at him, glancing at his clothes; white, with a hand drawn black symbol on the shirt. Probably someone from the staff considering we haven't opened yet. The club is empty apart from me, the cleanse people and the ones putting the stage up. "Hi."

"A beer, please." He presses his lips together into a smile, watching me moving to grab what he asked, pouring the drink into a glass before I set it in front of him and throw the can away. "Thank you..." It's clear he wants to know my name, but I don't say anything, carrying on with my job, and proceed to clean the empty area of the counter. He frowns. "What's your name? Nice to meet you, I'm Frank."

"I'm just the one in charge of the bar," I reply simply. Giving attention to everyone isn't something very wise to do and something I didn't learn easily; most of the idiots sitting around the bar will just insult me in the moment I reject them or say gross things, so talks certainly should be avoided. Even if it isn't from a customer.

"Aw, you're not funny!" His words don't sound genuine tho, the disappointment is hidden under certain amusement. "'Bet you don't have many clients while acting like that!"

Cool, just like predicted. To be honest, getting rid of this stain here is more interesting.

"Hi, hi," Mikey greets and I glance back to see him walking in with a smile, "oh, hey, Frank! Didn't know you'd be the one playing here tonight!" He moves to next to Frank leaning his side against the counter. I observe them for a brief moment – so Mikey knows the punk, huh?

"Yeah," Frank replies excitedly, "Gerard could help us with it, so..." He shrugs, smiling. "Didn't know you work here, either."

"I don't," Mikey chuckles. "I just help here once in a while."

"Laze around, you mean," I add, glaring at Mikey. He gasps, widening his eyes, but I speak up before he's able to say anything. "Not to mention that your last time here costed us two glasses, you butter fingers. Thank hell Gerard is the only one to be scolded!"

"C'mon, you know how difficult it is to handle these," he groans. "You're just being annoying."

"And rude," Frank adds under his breath. "'Won't talk with me."

Mikey raises an eyebrow at Frank before chuckling. "Not surprising. I wouldn't talk with you either if you showed up like that, even more knowing how you can be—"

"Stop, you're supposed to be helping me!"

"(Y/n) is just this way, c'mon!" Mikey shrugs. "And you're annoying. I bet they were just doing their work." He glares, moving to serve Frank a can of soda this time after he pushed his glass forward while muttering something. I can't help but to glance at them with an amused smirk, having fun in watching how Frank shoots me a bitter look and Mikey is being suspiciously nice today.

"Cut off the sweet talk, Mikey," I say as approaching them, putting the cloth away for real this time. "I'll love you more if you work more. And you." I turn to Frank. "Yeah, you're annoying."

While Mikey chuckles, a long and dramatic whine comes from Frank. "You just met me! You're the annoying one! And even rude!"

"I don't go around attacking people for free, Frank." I shrug, leaning back against the counter with a sigh. "And insulting me because I didn't do what you wanted me to? What are you, five?" I hold back a chuckle, rolling my eyes. Part of what I'm doing is because I am not going to take his shit, but it is also entertaining seeing how Frank can react.

As predicted, the night ends up being quite agitated, but Mikey and I do have a break during the concert since people focus more on the music instead of getting drinks, what gives us the opportunity to pay attention to it too. It's a bit difficult seeing them – LeATHERMOUTH, that's the name – because of the low stage and huge crowd, in a way most of what I can see resumes itself to Frank jumping around like crazy, though he sometimes disappears in what I presume to be kneeling on the ground and my suppositions he has any sanity left are erased when I see him with the cable wrapped around his head. Cool.

Frank returns after the show is over, asking for a drink and, once again, using that shitty attitude that I do not take.

Through the time, Frank's band makes more shows in the club and, if it wasn't for Mikey there – consequently –, I probably wouldn't be sharing any word with him again. He is annoying. It is literally impossible to talk to him for longer than five seconds without being attacked and receiving a rude remark, even if it turns into some kind of weird flirting through the time.

I suppress a sharp sigh when seeing Frank approaching after another show came to an end – even so, it's still early in the night and another band took over when they left the stage.

"G'night, what d'you want?" Pete, who is also working in the bar today – because Mikey couldn't make it due to something related to Electric Century, if I'm not wrong –, is free and approaches Frank in the moment he takes a seat on a stool across the counter. Thank hell, maybe I don't have to deal with the dumbass today.

"I actually want (y/n) to fix me a drink, thank you," Frank replies without any pity and I need to hold back a chuckle at Pete's reaction; Frank smirks a bit as meeting my gaze.

Throwing the Cosmopolitan in the glass, I push it towards the woman, finally moving towards Frank. "Hey, rat, good concert. Would've been better if you weren't there." I grin, leaning forward on the counter with my hands on the edge of it.

"Very funny!" He rolls his eyes, twisting his mouth a bit. "I bet watching me performing would be the best part of your night if it actually wasn't talking with me."

"You wish, you're always counting the seconds to come here annoy me," I breathe, shaking my head. "Anyways, what do you want?"

"I'm actually not up for much alcohol today..." Frank hums thoughtful as looking at all the drinks behind me while placing his elbow over the counter and resting his cheek against his palm. "I was going for a Manhattan, but fix me a Spritz instead."

"As you wish," I mutter while moving to grab the bottles I need then coming back to prepare the drink.

"So, Mikey isn't here today?" Frank asks and I slowly nod in response.

"Yeah," I reply after a moment, having been focused on getting the right quantity of each drink in a way it isn't too bitter or too boozy, just as he likes it, "apparently he had something else to do, so we fixed someone else." I mix everything before throwing it inside a glass with ice, adding a rosemary branch for the looks, and push it towards him. "I needed to endure you moaning your ass off on that stage all by myself, unfortunately."

Frank snorts as taking the drink, shaking his head to himself. "Shut up, you wish you were the one to be making me moan like that." He takes a sip of the drink and raises his eyebrows lightly, quickly taking another sip of it.

I roll my eyes, not worrying if my reaction is dramatic as I pretend to gag. "I actually wish I was the one wrapping the cable around your neck, y'know?"

"Aw, babe," Frank groans, looking up at me from under his eyelashes, "I'd love that."

The words set a silence between us for a moment, in which I glare at Frank with disbelief and he's got that fake innocent look on, batting his eyelashes while looking at me. His look gives me this weird feeling in my chest, but I look away before I can identify whether it's good or bad, cursing under my breath at the same time he starts laughing.

"You're terrible," I tell Frank, moving away once seeing a guy taking a seat.

"A Paloma, please," the guy asks and I nod, moving to do as asked.

"I'm the best, actually," Frank replies in his usual smug tone and I can't help but to laugh, sarcastically agreeing.

"Here." I hand the guy his drink, sighing as moving to take a few empty glasses away from the counter and hand it to Pete so he can go clean them.

"Thank you, baby." The guy winks at me and here we go again. I ignore him. "What's your name? You a cutie, aren't yah? When is your shift over? Maybe I could take you home," he insists, but his words just turn into a background noise that I try to ignore as moving to the back to put away the bottles I've used. "Oh, you gonna play it difficult? 'Bet you—"

"Can you please leave them alone?" Frank's voice cuts in and I need to glance back to make sure I'm not making things up and there is Frank, glaring at the guy. "C'mon, man, if they're not giving you attention, that's a no. Accept it nicely and don't make it obvious how frustrated with yourself you are."

"Who even do you think you are?" The guy retorts bitterly.

"I'm just—"

"Y'know what, I'm not coming here anymore," the guy grumbles to himself and just downs the drink before he stands up and disappears among the crowd. Frank and I share a confused look before shrugging.

"Thank you, I guess," I sigh as walking back to Frank, leaning on the counter with my forearms over it and we're about the same level. I observe him for a moment, thinking about what he did, and there's this feeling in my stomach again. Butterflies? No, no, no. Not for him. I try my best to not let him know about what's going in my mind, not looking away from him.

"Don't worry." He smirks and that's just Frank. He's always smug and convinced of himself, not afraid of saying what he thinks or feels. What an idiot. For real, I like it. "You deserved it."

"Honestly, I don't know how to react," I confess, "because, since we met, it's been sounding like you're going to throw me from a cliff in the moment you have the opportunity to."

"I'm not like that, (y/n)," he breathes, eyes drifting down for a second as he bites back an awkward smile. "I, um— You're actually really nice. I just like fucking around with you." He shrugs and looks down at his glass, playing a bit with the remaining ice cubes. I keep observing him, not replying, so he looks at me again, raising an eyebrow.

Y'know what? Fuck it.

I glance down at Frank's lips and a red tone immediately takes over his cheeks with it, but I just lean in and am actually surprised by him meeting me halfway. I can still taste the Spritz on his lips, faintly, what ends up irrelevant under how nice and surprisingly soft they feel against mine. His mustache brushes lightly against the skin under my nose, tickling it, something I try to ignore as cupping his face and deepening the kiss as he places his hand over mine.

There's this feeling in my stomach again, followed by a nice tingling sensation that goes down my spine while a warm sensation fills my chest. Okay; it feels right, for once.

"I'm driving you home," Frank mutters against my lips, a bit breathless, just like me.

"Yeah, that'd be nice." I smirk a bit as we gaze at each other for a moment and I'm not sure about what'd happen next, but we are interrupted by Pete before I can find out. Idiot.

"Stop making out and go back to work, (y/n)," he calls from the other side of the bar and I sigh heavily, rolling my eyes as I move towards the couple who just approached the counter. "I'm going to tell Mikey about it!"

"You are not going to tell Mikey!" I glare at Pete before turning to the couple, asking what they want and quickly putting myself to prepare the two Martinis.

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Part 2

#frank iero #fanfic #mcr #my chemical romance #mcr imagine #emo #emocore #frank iero imagine #frank iero x reader #leathermouth #enemies to lovers #mikey way #gerard way #ray toro #fan fiction #writer #my work #my post

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sicjimin · 3 years

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A.N : i miss writing ab mpreg hahah .. dont mind me TT

TW : emeto, mpreg

Hoseok breathes heavily, staring at his dinner last night that already morph into a thick liquid covering the trash below him. He spits before he gurgles more of vomit down, splattering into the trashcan. His hand clenched around the sides of his stomach, as he feels it churning uncontrollably, making the wave of nausea didn't stop and he keeps retching, emptying whatever he ate for dinner from his stomach. He was about to crouch down as his legs feel weak and his hand that had been steadying him on the fridge beside the trashcan start to feel numb when an arm wrapped around his midsection, securing him from fall over.

"Jin-hyung", he croaked out, trying to turn around to face him but another round of vomit already rushing from his throat, making him ducked his head to the trashcan again.

" Good morning sweetheart", Seokjin greets, sleepiness still thick in his voice as his hand massages the vomiting male nape. Hoseok coughs into the trashcan, trying to get rid of the bile that stuck its way up his throat. It takes him a moment, but he finally manages to stand straight after throwing up his stomach content into the trashcan with a disgusted look on his face.

"Morning hyung", Hoseok greets back, as he walks past the older to grab the tissue and wipes his runny nose.

Seokjin trailed behind him, grabbing two glass and fill it with water, sliding one for Hoseok that now laying his head on the counter, feeling extremely exhausted even though he just wake up, " Here, drink this. Your throat must be hurt" Seokjin says as he passes the water to Hoseok who accepted the offer without a word.

Hoseok drank half the water before he handed it to Jin, watching the elder put away the glass. He sat down beside him and Hoseok immediately curled himself in Seokjin, "Have a rough morning, hm?", Seokjin asks, wrapping his hand around the younger's waist who lean closer and rest his head on Seokjin's chest, sighing in relief.

"I can't believe I threw our dinner up last night", Hoseok mumbles, tiredness settling over his body.

"Why are you even throwing up?", Seokjin questions

" Want to make breakfast, but the smell of meat in the fridge set me off" , Hoseok explains, his words muffled by Jin's shirt.

"You could wake me up, baby", Seokjin laughs, rubbing a hand up and down Hoseok's arm

" I'm usually fine with it though, but our baby here is making new problems", Hoseok whines as he moves his hand, grazing over his stomach. They only found out 4 weeks ago, after Hoseok tiring himself going back and forth to the bathroom for 2 days that stressed Seokjin out, making the older drag him to the doctor. After that new information, Hoseok's life has completely changed, and so is Seokjin as the younger seems like having a hard time with morning sickness. Seokjin has lost count of how many times he has found his boyfriend hunched over the trashcan or running urgently to the bathroom, like this morning.

"I'm sorry, our little one keeps tiring you out", Seokjin says softly as he pecks the younger stomach, making the latter giggle.

" Now, is our baby up for a breakfast? scrambled egg, toast and some tea?"

Hoseok bites his lips, "It sounds appealing but my stomach hasn't eased up yet"

"Eat it slowly, okay? At least there's something in your stomach", Seokjin says, walking to the other side of the kitchen and start grabbing the ingredients.

" Okay", Hoseok mumbles, supporting his head on his palms as he watches the elder.

It has only been 20 minutes from their breakfast. Seokjin was finished taking shower, running his damp hand to his skin, plopping it few times, as he prepared his skincare on the sink. He was about to apply his toner when he heard someone knocking on the bathroom door urgently.

"Hyung",

oh, it's Hoseok.

"Yes baby? What?", Seokjin yells, dropping the toner on his palm.

" Are you still taking long? I need to use the bathroom"

Seokjin frowns, "5 more minutes, Seok-ah"

Hoseok knocking on the door again, "Hyung.. can't wait that long. Please hurry"

Seokjin sighs, "Fine".

He quickly applied his toner and apply some cream, then opened the bathroom door. Hoseok rushing inside, ignoring his boyfriend's confused look and hurriedly open the toilet lead as he let himself hunched over it, just in time as he gurgles what he just ate.

"What happened, baby?", Seokjin asks, concerned as he walks towards Hoseok.

The younger was sweating profusely with his eyes shut tightly, breathing heavily as he continued sending more stream of his stomach content, filling the bowl with rapid pace.

Hoseok opened his mouth and gagged once again, "Your baby ... didn't want ... the breakfast", he groaned, leaning forward, resting his hand on both of his knees, while panting heavily, grimaces when he could see the egg and toast that barely digested floating on the water below.

"Oh God.." Seokjin murmurs.

"Hyung...," Hoseok said weakly, still holding his stomach as he tries to steady his breaths, trying not to throw up again, but failed when his stomach hitched, this time it's the tea that makes the appearance.

"You're okay, baby, just let it out. You will feel better soon", Seokjin coos, caressing Hoseok's hair, as he continues rubbing circles against the younger's back.

Hoseok nods shakily, tears threatening to fall from his eyes as he held his stomach, trying his best to control the vomiting. Seokjin kept caressing the younger's hair softly and continuously, as he waited for his baby to finish.

After what seemed like forever Hoseok finally stopped, breathing loudly as he sits back down, leaning against the wall. Seokjin kneels beside his boyfriend and took his forehead in between his hands, rubbing circles against the younger's cheeks gently.

Hoseok leans into Seokjin's touches, relaxing his muscles as he closes his eyes.

"Done?", Seokjin asks, gaining a tired nod from the younger.

"Let's get you clean up", Seokjin stands up, holding out a hand for Hoseok who gratefully takes it, helping himself to the sink to rinse his bland mouth.

" Do you want to take a bath?" Seokjin offers when Hoseok turns the tap off, reaching for the small towel.

Hoseok nods quietly, too tired to say anything at all as he lets Seokjin guide him to the bathtub.

"I'll prepare it for you, stay seated there, I don't want you falling over"

Hoseok chuckles, "I'm not gonna fall over hyung"

"I know", Seokjin smiles, " How are you feeling now?"

"Better. My tummy is feeling less queasy", Hoseok answers truthfully as he rubs the palm of his right hand across his abdomen.

"It's good then", Seokjin says as he checks the water, and grabs the bath bomb. "Which one do you want to use?"

"Oh, i get the privilege of using your precious bath bomb?", Hoseok gasped comically, making the older rolled his eyes, smiling widely.

" Yes dear, please use whatever you like. You can use my bath bombs if you would prefer", Seokjin teases, as he places took one that Hoseok chooses and preparing the bath.

Hoseok giggled, "Thank you, i start to think that it won't be a bad idea to get sick often in front of you. I might use your bath bomb all the time then"

Seokjin scoffed playfully " I will sleep and pretend to not hear every time you throw up after this"

Hoseok gasps, "Hyung!!"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!hoseok #caretaker!seokjin #and again another mpreg fic

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