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ifangirlalot · 6 months

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if ur still taking requests i would love to see submissive miles fairchild or sal fisher, the thought of either writhing under u, whiny and needy is just too good

˗ˏˋ 𝐓𝐎𝐏!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐱 𝐒𝐔𝐁!𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 ˎˊ˗ | starring miles fairchild & sal fisher

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*~smut!~* [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘]: sub boyfriend, dom reader, tip rubbing, edging, degradition, orgasm denial, dick riding, face sitting

OMG! FINALLY I WAS HOPING I'D GET A SAL REQUEST! nnnnyahhh

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┊ ˚➶ ｡Miles Fairchild ˚ ☁️

Miles is sputtering beneath me, his eyelids fluttering almost helplessly as he babbles incoherently with every up and down motion of my body. Despite how controlling and demanding he is, how intimidating he is, it surprisingly wasn't very hard to turn into a whimpering, stuttering mess. Turns out, it's a lot easier to do so when he isn't actually in the house. Quint's influence can't touch him if he's not on the property.

Now, don't get me wrong. I love Miles fucking me into submission and degrading me to the fullest, but it's so amazing that I could reduce a headstrong, controlling, dominant force into nothing more than a pile of whimpering, begging filth.

Slowly, I reach my hand down and wrap it around his throbbing cock, pressing my thumb against his clothed tip. In response, Miles let out a surprisingly high pitched whine, his back arching slightly. "A-ah.. oh no, Mistress.. n-no, not there, I don't wanna cum yet.. n-no please.." he begs softly, eyes still squeezed shut as though he's afraid of he looks at me his cock will explode with cum.

"Hush." I say gently, yet firmly. I've quickly discovered that Miles prefers to be praised, which fits well with the person that he is. Miles normally doesn't like to be told he's doing something wrong. It wounds his otherwise enormous ego. Which is what I want. Ignoring him, I go back to rubbing his leaking tip through his boxers.

"No, Miss! P-pleaseeeee..! Oh please, I'll do anything just please don't make me cum.. I want your pussy, I want your boobs, please.. oh GOD please!" Miles continues to beg. I roll my eyes like it's a chore for me and slowly pull his boxers down to his knees, allowing his fully erect dick to bounce out, almost hitting his stomach. For such a skinny guy, Miles is packing some heat down there. If Miles were in charge, he'd be making me tell him how big it is. Except now, I'm the one in charge, and that brings a smirk to my face.

Miles let out another tiny whimper, and I can feel him watching my face, trying to gauge my reaction to his cock, so hard and ready for me. But I keep my face blank and impassive on purpose, just to beat his ego a little.

"I-it's big.. right Mistress?.." Miles finally asks, tentatively.

It is big. It's really big, actually. But the point of this whole scenario is to humble him, so I shrug, which damn near brings Miles to tears, based on his hurt look. But he very noticeably doesn't use the safe word I gave him, so... Maybe he kinda likes being put in his place?

"Size doesn't matter, my love. Now shut up and I'm gonna ride you, okay?" I smirk and reach for the pack of condoms in Miles's nightstand. Miles doesn't like to use condoms, he says he doesn't like the feel of latex on his cock. But, just tonight, I'm going to make him wear a condom. In all seriousness, if he's going to accidentally knock me up, I'd rather it be on one of the nights he's railing me straight into his bed.

When he sees where my hand is going, he whines in protest and starts to squirm. "Oh no.. n-no, ma'am, please no condom, y-you know I don't like them, please.."

"You'll wear it and you'll fucking like it or you'll have to use your hand." I say firmly, my jaw set.

Miles whimpers and squirms more, begging a little more feebly now. "B-but.. you like t-to.. f-feel my.. my cum.." He gulps as I pull out a single packet and rip it open. He whimpers again, knowing that he's lost.

"Shut up, or I'll stuff my underwear into your mouth to shut you up myself." I say, my voice low and commanding.

Miles's face goes bright red and he moans lowly, a shudder ripping through his body.

Oh, this is going to be fun.

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┊ ˚➶ ｡Sal Fisher ˚ ☁️

"Pleasepleaseplease, just.. just let me.. please I want to, I-I want.." Sal's words are coated with a whimper. Drool pooling out of his heavily scarred mouth. His prosthetic lays on the bedside table, the straps hanging limply over the edge. Without his mask, he can't stop drooling, due to the hole torn into the side of his cheek. Most people would think his face is grotesque, but to me it's weirdly beautiful.

Sal's hands are tied together to the bedframe, his lean body squirming underneath mine.

"Shh.. shh.. not right now, we're only just starting, baby.." I say softly, cupping his cheek as my thumb caresses his cheek. My affection makes him whine quietly as he pushes his face against my hand, seeking more. I smile and slowly pull my hand away. I put my hands on his sides to hold him steady as I slowly start to ride him a little harder. He writhes under me and moans out loudly, pushing his hips quickly against mine.

"Mommy.. mommy.. pleasepleasepleasepleaseee.. Gonna.. gonna cum.. m-mm.. I g-gotta.." Sal's adorably pathetic whines almost make me want to give in... but no. That would be too kind. I can see his hands struggling against the restraints, trying to reach out to touch me. His one real eye is glazed over with tears, like he's trying to coax me into untying his hands so he can grab me and hold me against him while he fucks himself into me.

I wrap my hand around his wrists and hold them tight while I bounce my hips quickly. "Don't you cum, Sally. If you cum we'll have to keep going until I want to stop."

He moans loudly and shakes his head in a somewhat lazy way. "N-nuh.. nuh.. oh please no, c-can't take it.."

Eventually, I slowly pull myself off him. His cock is so coated with fluids, both his and mine, that it's shiny with it. I smirk and grab a handful of his electric blue hair and hold his head down as I slowly sink onto his face.

Sal is really good at having his face ridden.

His tongue immediately gets to work swirling around. I moan quietly and tilt my head back, my mouth dropping open in pleasure. "Oh yeah.. that's my good boy.."

His tongue is coated with moisture and it's cold, which makes it all the more better. I rock my hips quicker, clutching his hair harder, causing him to whimper muffledly against my pussy.

Oh, this is going to be an incredibly fun night for me.

#💭 ۫⠀DRABBLE.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚#miles fairchild #sal fisher #miles fairchild x reader #sal fisher x reader #miles fairchild smut #sal fisher smut #miles fairchild x you #sal fisher x you #the turning #sally face #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard smut #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard x you

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lcvclywon · 1 day

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in sickness and in health

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synopsis After a long fight with Jay you find yourself giving him the silent treatment. Leaving you curled up alone sick in your room, with your only comfort being the instant tteokbokki you had microwaved for yourself earlier. However it seems Jay knew where to be and what to say at exactly the right times.

warnings: mentions of food, mentions of sickness, mentions of kissing, pet names (honey), slight angst, I made YN as the 6th member of lesserafim so that the whole same building thing made sense so...js roll with it pls 😁, also not proof read!, slight fighting

genre ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ hurt to comfort

pairings: idol!jay x idol!reader, established relationship

wc ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ around 1.14k

thoughts frm yuya 💭 i know i said i was gonna go on a hiatus but i needed a serotonin boost from writing after doing a horrendous maths paper.... so semi hiatus i guess ^^ anywaysss this drabble has been rotting in the back of my mind for a while soo here u are, i'm a huge huge HUGE sucker for hurt to comfort tropes so >,<

A week. It had been a week since you and Jay had a massive argument causing the two of you to give each other the silent treatment for god knows how long. However, as if the world was out to get you, the next morning after the fight you had been plagued with a sickness that you couldn’t quite pin down, all you knew was it left you bedridden until Friday.

Due to said sickness, you obviously couldn’t join your group for schedules and barely entered the building for dance practice. You hoped Jay would at least notice your absence, send a message asking where you were or something. But to your dismay, radio silence.

“Who cares about some stupid guy anyways…” Grumbling under your breath you reached for your chopsticks to skewer another rice cake from your measly plate of instant tteokbokki and shovel it down your throat. Maybe excessive spice you couldn’t handle and soft pillowy rice cakes could solve all your problems.

Ding dong! Weird, you didn’t think the members would be back this early?

Begrudgingly ripping the covers off and placing your bowl back on your table, you went to the door. Hair still an oily mess from not showering properly and clothes stuck to your body from sweat, you clearly weren’t in pristine condition to be meeting anyone. Please don’t be a delivery man, please don’t be a delivery man.

However, after opening the door, you found yourself standing in front of the one person you’d been longing for the whole week. Park Jongseong. Your gaze softened slightly and a small smile crept onto your lips, but then you remembered that you were still mad at him. Fighting the urge to embrace him and cry out for his name, you plastered on a stoic expression of indifference.

“What are you doing here.”

“Chaewon told me you were sick,” he said before entering into your dorm, not bothering to wait for you to let him in.

Making his way over to the kitchen he placed a white takeaway bag onto the counter before emptying its contents onto the table: a warm bowl of your favourite porridge and a cup of tea from your favourite cafe.

“What’s this?” positioning yourself in front of Jay, you scanned the table to see the numerous small boxes of side dishes sprawled across.

“Porridge, it’s good for you when you’re sick.” he replied before shooting his head over to the remnants of your tteokbokki “Honey why are you eating tteokbokki, you’re sick you shouldn’t be eating instant food.” he scolded before reaching over throw your lukewarm leftovers in the trash.

“It’s not that bad…” you mumbled whilst picking at the side dishes “And why do you suddenly care, thought you weren’t talking to me” Scoffing you shot him a dirty glare.

“Correction, you weren’t talking to me; I thought you needed some space, as you usually do after a fight.” well he wasn’t wrong, you did express to him that after arguments you wanted some time to cool down by yourself, “and also, I’m not ‘suddenly’ just caring YN. Who do you think Yunjin got all those drinks, medicines, and snacks from.”

Oh… so she didn’t buy them herself. Your gaze reached his eyes as you felt your heart soften slightly, “Okay, well you could’ve sent me a text or something. You could’ve come here and given it to me yourself, why today out of all days do you decide to come huh?” meeting your glossy eyes, Jay could tell how hurt you were over his actions. He couldn’t deny that it pained him to see you this upset.

“Okay look, I’m sorry. I wanted to come over, but Sakura said whatever you caught was contagious and that you isolated yourself to make sure you got nobody else sick. As I mentioned earlier, you told me you liked to have time to cool down after fighting, but it was stupid of me not to even try to text you. Today it all just-” Jay stopped his rambling, catching his breath before sighing out, “I just really missed you YN”

That was all the confirmation you needed to run into his arms and hug him so tight he didn’t even think about leaving again. Jay was quick to reciprocate, arms wrapping around you to engulf you into his warm embrace, head buried into the crook of your neck whispering sweet nothings.

Breaking away from the embrace and tilting your head up you were graced with a warm and familiar smile painted across Jay’s face; a smile you so badly missed the entire week.

“Don’t ever do that again.” you said with a pout

“Promise I won't honey,” his hands reached to cup your face before adding, “Only if you promise to stop eating that stuff when you’re sick.”

“Hey, it’s yummy! I can’t help it that I can’t cook soup or anything, tteokbokki has never failed me.”

“Guess I’ll have to keep bringing you food then.” he replied with a smirk

“Well, I could use a personal delivery man.” giggling you reached up to mirror his actions, cupping his face with your warm hands.

“Oh really, would a delivery man do this?” and with that he pressed a playful peck onto your lips; soft and gentle, something you missed dearly.

“Jay!” you exclaimed, “You can’t do that, you’ll get sick!”

“So. What.” he said between pecks, peppering your face with kisses as you giggled and placed your hands on his chest to try and push him away. Pulling away he looked into your eyes with a warm and gentle gaze, smiling softly before leaning in to give you a proper kiss. Feeling the worry of your sickness transferring to him vanish, you melted into the kiss whilst wrapping your arms around his neck. In response, his hand found its way to the small of your back while the other reached up to cup the back of your neck. It always astonished you how easily he could pull you into his orbit, almost made you forget about the soreness of your body and the fever plaguing you.

Retreating back he giggled at your pouting face. “I’d love to continue, but I wouldn’t want the food I bought you to get cold” intertwining your fingers with his, he led you over to a chair before sitting you down. “Let’s eat okay?” he muttered before taking his spot right next to yours, hand still intertwined with your fingers. His other hand however reached over to spoon you some porridge, moving the utensil closer to your mouth.

You happily bent forward to enjoy the bite he crafted for you, an all too familiar sensation bubbling up within you—a warmth you could only describe as, home. Jay felt like home. And you hoped he would for the rest of your lives.

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grossditz · 8 months

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LIBRARY ⋆｡° ✿

all contains smut of some kind and mention dark contents

full oneshots will be linked! you can find small drabbles and asks of a selected member with the # member name tagged below !!! (ex, #hao ୨୧) 💭

sung hanbin

broken promises

ddlg poly 〜 ft. zhanghao

kim jiwoong

tba.

zhanghao

ddlg with hao

ddlg poly 〜 ft. hanbin

seok matthew

body party 〜 ft. kim taerae

kim taerae

body party 〜 ft. seok matthew

perv bestie taerae

taerae ignoring safe words

shen ricky

noncon somnophilia

kim gyuvin

stalker gyuvin

song eunseok

unnamed ft. seunghan

hong seunghan

unnamed ft. eunseok

#grossditz ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 #hanbin ୨୧ #jiwoong ୨୧ #hao ୨୧ #matthew ୨୧ #taerae ୨୧ #ricky ୨୧ #gyuvin ୨୧ #kamden ୨୧ #minseoung ୨୧ #junhyeon ୨୧ #parkhanbin ୨୧ #jeonghyeon ୨୧ #seungeon ୨୧ #seeun ୨୧ #wonyoung ୨୧ #leehan ୨୧

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ifangirlalot · 3 months

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may i request. hard to please fem reader x sal fisher and hes willing to do anything to make her feel good

i am so so so normal ab him i swear (i am lying)

┊ ➶ 𝓈al fisherx 𝓯𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮!reader ｡˚ ° | !!𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏!!

𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖚𝖙 & 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖊 | afab!reader, oral (fem receiving), fingering, p in v, softdom!sal

Love Note From Zee ;;

omg me too, i'm so fucking normal about him (it's okay bae, I'm lying through my ass too) p.s: yes this is kinda short, i apologize immensely. requests closed.

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Sal had been at it for about an hour now. Alternating back and forth between using his tongue and his fingers. By this point, most men, especially the lustful ones, would be tired and would have given up by now. But Sal kept at it. He was happy he could make himself useful for you, and besides, the moisture from your body coating his damaged mouth was all the motivation he needed. He knew [Name] couldn't help that she didn't cum as quickly as other women might. That didn't mean she enjoyed it any less, just that it would take a little longer for her orgasm to hit her.

In a way, Sal almost prefered it that way. He had an oral fixation, so he loved using his mouth to nibble and lick at things, which meant he could go to town on her pussy for hours without getting tired. Killing two birds with one stone- pleasing his girl and satisfying himself at the same time. Win-win for both.

Sal's kisses trailed up her stomach, leaving behind wet, drool-y imprints behind as his hand slid back between her thighs, his fingers becoming coated with fluids as his mouth lapped at one of her nipples. [Name]'s soft moans and the way her lips parted in pleasure were enough to let him know he was on the right track.

Moving quickly, he grinned at her and pulled one of her thighs to his waist, the lush flesh there pressed flush against his hip as he dipped his face into the crook of her neck and parted her wet heat with the tip of his cock. He moved slowly, dipping in and out at a moderate pace. He needed time to adjust the pure divinity that was her warm, inner walls. If not, he would cum before she did. And he always waited until after he had brought her satisfaction, no matter how long it took.

He balanced one arm against the headboard while his other dug into her luscious thighs. His hips rolled and bucked into hers as he groaned and shuddered from the sensations.

Hour two was approaching, and he was so fucking ready to help her inch her way to an orgasm.

#💭 ۫⠀DRABBLE.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚#⊹ . SMUT ۫ .#sal fisher #sal fisher smut #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher x you #sally face #sally face smut #sally face x reader #sally face x you

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ifangirlalot · 5 months

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could you write a fingering smutfic w reader x mike or richie?? I love your fics 😭‼️

˗ˏˋ 𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐒 ˎˊ˗ | starring mike wheeler & richie tozier

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*~smut!~* [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘]: fingering, lewd language, no p in v this time

You guys do know it's okay to request for more than one character, right? I'm more than happy to do more than one :p

Also, sorry to disappoint, but requests are off until further notice, I have like 20 something in my inbox that I need to get...... :')

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┊ ˚➶ ｡Mike Wheeler ˚ ☁️

Mike Wheeler was most certainly not a "ladies' man". Mike Wheeler was a nerd. He spent most of his time playing nerdy fantasy RPG games in his basement with his friends. He didn't know the first thing about pleasing a woman.

Or at least, he didn't think he did.

But from the way [Name] was currently writhing underneath the tips of his fingers, the way her plump pink lips were opened into an 'o' shape, the lewd, pornographic moans slipping through as she screamed at him for more, he was beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, he was better at it than he gave himself credit for.

[Name]'s fingers closed around his wrist as his two digits continued to piston in and out of her wet, gummy opening. "Oh god- oh god, Michael, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!" she begged, panting heavily for a few moments before elicting another loud moan.

Mike's teeth sank into his lower lip as he slowly circled her clit with his thumb. He watched with fascination as she parted her legs even further apart, chewing on her own lip as she looked between her legs, watching his fingers appear and disappear from her pussy opening.

"Cumming soon." [Name] announced, tilting her head back against the pillow.

With new motivation, Mike pulled his fingers out slightly and jammed them back in at a new speed. He could hear the wet pap sound his fingers made every time they thrusted into her sweet, wet hole. She was so wet he could see the moisture glistening beneath the dim lighting in his basement.

And then she came. With a series of throaty moans, high pitched gasping, and loud whimpers, [Name] spilled her orgasmic liquids all over his fingers. He could feel the bulge in his pants throbbing as he watched the thick, cream colored liquid drip down his wrist.

┊ ˚➶ ｡Richie Tozier ˚ ☁️

Richie pretended to be into the movie playing at the Derry theater. He really did. But he just couldn't. The damn thing was so fucking boring. So about twenty minutes in, he walked his fingers between he and [Name]'s seats and to her thighs. She was wearing a sundress tonight. Lucky for him, right?

Keeping his gaze straight ahead so as not to draw attention to himself, he pushed the hem of the dress skirt up slowly with his index finger. He could feel the soft, smooth skin of her thigh beneath his fingertip.

[Name] gasped, quickly pushing his hand away. "Richie, are you crazy?!" she hissed, her face flaming red with embarrassment. "Not here, we're in pub-"

Richie cut her off. "Shhh… Just relax, doll. Lemme work my magic."

Evidentally, she wasn't too objected to him, as she didn't protest again. On the contrary, she cracked her legs open slightly. Richie smirked to himself and slowly pushed his hand up her skirt again.

His fingers reached what he wanted and he let out a low, satisfied hum. "Hm… all wet, doll? Damn girl.. already?" Richie smirked and pushed the girl's panties aside.

As his fingers began working her over slowly, [Name] let out a soft moan and reached between her legs, placing her hand over Richie's above her clothes. Richie inserted two digits into her sweet, juicy cunt and slowly thrusted them, his thumb brushing her clit in quick stroking motions. He wanted so badly to finger fuck the shit out of her, but he didn't want the noise of her sopping cunt to draw attention over, so he kept his thrusts slow and even.

[Name] could barely contain herself as is anyway. She squirmed and whimpered through her clamped shut lips, her hand pushing against Richie's and trying to get his fingers to go in deeper, deeper.

Her sounds were starting to get to him. He could feel his cock stirring to life in his jeans and he groaned quietly, wanting nothing more than to bury inside her pussy to relieve the both of them. But instead, he pummeled his fingers deeper into her cunt and ticked off the minutes until this damn movie was over.

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ifangirlalot · 6 months

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bottom!Richie getting ridden by a top!reader?

˗ˏˋ 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐌!𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄 𝐱 𝐓𝐎𝐏!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ˎˊ˗ | starring richie tozier

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*~smut!~* [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘]: top reader, bottom richie, dick riding, slight degrading (masc receiving), master kink (fem receiving), whining, loud moaning

Thanks, halfgayloser. I like your username, halfgayloser. I am also a half gay loser.

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"Wait- fuck- ahhh, fuck right there, master-!" Richie's back arches off the bed as his fingers dig into my thighs and hips as my fingernails dig into the bed as I bounce my hips faster and harder. He is whining and writhing underneath me, his hips pummeling into mine from underneath. His glasses rest skewed on his forehead and his big eyes are fluttering feebly. Pants and loud moans sputter from between his parted red lips as he gets closer and closer to his orgasm.

"Really? You're gonna cum right now?" I smirk and shove my hips against his, emitting a low mewling sound from him. "That's just pathetic, Rich. It hasn't even been ten minutes yet."

He groans loudly and shudders against me. "No- fuck come on, I can.. I can go longer.."

"I should hope so, big guy." My hand wraps around his throat and I kiss his lips harshly, my tongue pushing his lips apart.

"It's gonna be a long.. long night.."

[A Note From Zee]

Yeah, yeah I know, it's not very long, but I do have a lot of requests to get to, so....

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ifangirlalot · 3 months

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Hi! Can you do 10, protective with Richie tozier or Boris pavlikovsky X male! Reader?

(also can I be 🏳️‍⚧️anon?)

╭─────────────────────────.★..─╮ (\ (\ („• ֊ •„) ╭・🎈 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐙𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹ ━O━O━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ・:。𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝! 「 ✉️ 」・:三 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ╭┈ • ┈ • ┈ ୨୧ ┈ • ┈ • ┈╮ ˚୨୧⋆ 𝘎𝘌𝘕𝘙𝘌: protective ｡˚ ⋆ ˚୨୧⋆ 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘔𝘗𝘛: "how long has it been since you've eaten?" ｡˚ ⋆ ˚୨୧⋆ 𝘗𝘈𝘐𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎: richie tozier x male!reader ｡˚ ⋆ ˚୨୧⋆ 𝘙𝘌𝘘𝘜𝘌𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘋: 🏳️‍⚧️ nonnie ｡˚ ⋆ ˚୨୧⋆ 𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛 𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎(𝘚): reader has an eating problem (can be assumed to be an ED, but doesn't have to be ｡˚ ⋆ ╰┈ • ┈ • ┈ ୨୧ ┈ • ┈ • ┈╯ ╰─..★.─────────────────────────╯

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Richie Tozier was not an observant guy. At least, not usually. He could probably walk right through a tornado and not have the foggiest idea until it was too late. But that all changed when it came to his loved ones. For instance, he was well aware that his boyfriend [Name] had issues with eating. He had first noticed during lunch at school one day. [Name] was just pushing the food around his tray with his fork, not eating it, just sort of.. rearranging it so that it looked like he had been. In fact, that was what he was doing now. His fork swirled different patterns into his food, but Richie noticed that not one single bit of it made its way to his mouth. "How long has it been since you've eaten?" Richie asked quietly, not taking his eyes off his pretty boy. Surprised, [Name] dropped his fork. "Sorry, what?" "How long has it been since you've eaten?" Richie repeated, slower this time. He fully expected a lie. He didn't get one, but [Name] didn't answer, which told him everything he needed to know. Richie nodded his head, pursing his lips slightly. "Thought so... Okay, I've got a proposition. How about we eat together, yeah? You take a bit of your food, it doesn't have to be a big, giant bite of nothin' like that, just a little one. And when you swallow it and show me you did, I'll give you a kiss." And this new technique worked wonders. [Name] took a small spoonful of food into his mouth and Richie watched with pride and adoration as he chewed and slowly swallowed. [Name] opened his mouth to show Richie he had swallowed and Richie smiled and leaned forward to peck his boyfriend's lips. "There now, see? So good. 'M so proud of you, baby. Okay, can you give me just a few more bites, please?"

#💭 ۫⠀DRABBLE.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚#⊹ . PROTECTIVE ۫ .#⸝⸝ ꒰ 🏳️‍⚧️ nonnieㆍ₊#richie tozier x reader #richie tozier x you #richie tozier smut #richie tozier fluff #richie tozier #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard x you #finn wolfhard smut #finn wolfhard fluff #it #it chapter 1 #it 2017 #it 2019

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Hello! This is probably a bit of a strange request, but could you write something about Mike and a young sibling!reader with family problems (especially with her older siblings) whose parents justify the abuse and the reader has nowhere to go?

I'm going through a horrible time with my family, and I thought maybe some fluff with Mike giving some support would lift my spirits.

Once again, I apologize if this is a very strange request.

˗ˏˋ 𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ˎˊ˗ | starring mike wheeler

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*~fluff!~* / *~angst!~* [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘]: implied abuse (not detailed mentions) pairing: mike wheeler x littlesibling!gn!reader

Omg, I'm sorry to hear about your current situation, Anon. I really worked to get this out as soon as I could. I know what it's like to be in a less than ideal familial situation, so I hope this is able to lift your spirits, at least a bit.

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Mike's POV

I wasn't sure how long we've been sitting here in this old treehouse, or how long I've been trying to comfort and apologize to [Name]. I just knew the light outside had long since faded away and the only source of light was the light flickering of the kerosene lamp in the corner. I wasn't sure why I was apologizing, exactly. I hadn't technically done anything wrong, but I still felt the need. On behalf of everyone else in our house who had wronged them.

[Name] looked... tired. Almost like the whole damn world was resting on their shoulders and they just didn't have the energy to carry on for the moment. Their eyes were downcast and clouded over, the whites of their eyes were laced with red, like the tears had only just stopped. I felt a surge of pity in my stomach. My little sibling. Broken down and bruised like a run over mule. The world really did fail in this case.

"Name.." I started hesitantly as I scooted across the wooded floor and sighed as I wrapped my arms around them. "It's not your fault."

"Then why does it feel like it is?" They said quietly, their voice warbled like their was an uncleared lump in their throat that made their speech slightly fuzzy. "Mom and dad keep telling me I deserve it. I guess I kinda do, I just... don't ever seem to do anything right."

Swallowing the sudden lump of bile that had formed in my own throat, I exhaled shakily and pulled them against me. "[Name.]"

"What?"

"It's not your fault." I repeated, in a soft yet firm tone. And it wasn't. The world had fucked them over by giving them such a shitty hand. It really wasn't their fault our parents weren't capable of giving them what they needed.

"But-"

"It's. Not. Your. Fault."

I saw right then that [Name]'s eyes glazed over with fresh new tears, their lips starting to tremble like they were just barely holding together. Silently, to let them know that it was okay to fall apart for the moment, I wrapped my arms around them. Just to show I would be here to hold them together while it felt like the entire universe fell apart around them.

And again, I was unaware of just how long we sat there, [Name]'s arms wrapped tightly around me while they buried their face into my shoulder, their sobs muffled by the steadily damping material of my jacket.

I didn't speak for a long while. I just pressed a few kisses to their forehead, the way any good big brother would do, and let them cry it all out. I sensed that really, a long hug and someone to cry to was really all they needed. I was more than happy to supply that for now, and if they needed it, I'd be here when they finally needed to talk. I'd be here to talk to them if they needed that, too.

I was their big brother. And I was sorry that I wasn't a better one to give them this sooner.

#💭 ۫⠀DRABBLE.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚#⊹ . ANGST ۫ .#⊹ . FLUFF ۫ .#mike wheeler angst #mike wheeler #mike wheeler x you #mike wheeler fluff #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler x sibling!reader #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard x you #stranger things

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#💭 ۫⠀ZEE'S MASTERLIST.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚ This is my masterlist. It contains all my writing pieces. It updates every time I make a new post.

#💭 ۫⠀ZEE'S REQUEST FORM.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚ This is pretty self-explanatory. You MUST USE THE REQUEST FORM TO MAKE A REQUEST FOR A ONE-SHOT just to make it easier on me. I update the dialogue prompts occasionally.

#💭 ۫⠀IMAGINE.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚ One-shots I've written. These take the longest for me to write up and post, mostly because I'm very picky with my writing.

#💭 ۫⠀HEADCANON.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚ A short detailed post about a certain character/certain characters in a specific situation. With these, you don't have to use the request form to request these.

#💭 ۫⠀PREFERENCE.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚ Headcanons, but instead of just one or a handful of my muses, it's all of them. (ALL. OF. THEM.)

#💭 ۫⠀DRABBLE.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚ Mini one-shots. Usually these are just ideas I had that weren't quite big enough for full one-shots.

#⊹ . SMUT ۫ . Writings that involve smut (admittedly most of them).

#⊹ . FLUFF ۫ . Writings that aren't spicy and are just fluffy romance.

#⊹ . ANGST ۫ . Writings that handle potentially triggering topics/are very sad in nature.

#⊹ . JEALOUSY ۫ . Writings involving dialogue prompts from my jealousy list.

#⊹ . PROTECTIVE ۫ . Writings written using the protective dialogue prompts from my prompt list.

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