my head is full of poison (my heart is full of doubt)
i got toxins in my bloodstream (you tried hard to suck em out)
madelynsswan she/her. 18. lesbian. book lover. mentally and chronically ill. ethel cain. madelyn cline. joe keery. eden mccrorey. lizzie young. paris paloma. noah kahan.
i write about boys but i like kissing girls
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summary: joe and his sweet girlfriend who everyone adores
warning: mdni, nsfw, fluff, smut, sweetheart!reader, unprotected piv, pet names(baby, good girl, sweet girl), swearing, age gap(24 and 30), soft sex, shower sex, dancing and kissing in the rainđť, mainly just sweet domestic shit || wc: 1800
notes: (this was lovers rock but i couldnât think of a plot so i changed it to k. by cigarettes after sex) also donât nuke me im sorry for posting so lateđđ and sorry for the weak ass sex scene
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you were the perfect girl for him. everybody knew. you were the type of girl that no man would ever want to lose
and he was never going to lose you
fans were jealous that he had a girlfriend, but they couldnât really be upset because you two were just so perfect for each other
like, the picture perfect couple. if you looked up perfect in the dictionary, a picture of you two would probably show up
you went to every concert, every event, every celebration. you were his good luck charm. he always looked for you in the crowd
and you were always there, cheering for your favorite person. your favorite man
everyone loved when you would come over during practice or recording sessions. you always brought something sweet, besides your personality of course
you always had a bright smile on your face, and somehow always managed to make everyone feel better
you were the type of person nobody could ever fathom being mad at. you were just so lovely and kind
you were absolutely and completely yourself, and everyone loved you for it. you had this pull that nobody could deny
and joe? he loved you more than he ever knew he could. he looked at you the way every girl wanted to be looked at
with complete unwavering love
one thing he loved about you was how sweet and gentle you were. the way you always saw the best in people
even when some one them didnât deserve it
there was something about the way you were such a sweetheart, but not one of the innocent air headed ones
you were the perfect girl. and lord, did you have him wrapped around your finger
you walk into the studio, holding a tin container. you open the door, a bright smile on your lips
the boys look over at you. joe smiles and sets the paper he was holding down
he stands and walks over to you, pressing a kiss on your cheek âhi babyâ he whispers softly in your ear
âhiâ you smile. you hold up the tin and he grins, taking it from your hands
he opens it, finding cookies in it. his grin widens and he presses another kiss, this one to your forehead
âyouâre the best, you know that?â he wraps his arm around you and leads you over to the couch
he plops down and you follow, sitting next to him. he sets the container down and the guys immediately take a cookie
they talk amongst themselves, words muffled by chewing and crumbs falling from their lips
you laugh and joe shakes his head. you stay there most the day, leaning against him as he talks and writes
around nine, joe announces heâs heading home âitâs getting pretty late, weâre gonna head home for the nightâ he says as he stands with you
the other guys nod and wave
you wave goodbye to everyone as you follow joe outside, holding his hand and nuzzling up to him for warmth
the sky is dark, and the stars are out. the breeze makes the cool temperature colder
you two quickly walk to the car. he opens your door for you and you climb in
he closes the door and hurries to his side. he starts the car, cranking up the heat. you pull your buckle on and reach for his free hand
he squeezes your hand and you two drive home in a comfortable silence, the faint sound of âeverywhere everythingâ playing on the radio
rain patters on the glass, windshield wipers brushing across the glass
he pulls over near a field, and you look at him confused. he parks the car in gravel and gets out, leaving the car running
he runs around and opening your door. he pulls you out with him, leaning in and turning the stereo volume up
you look up at him âwhat are you doing?â rain soaks both of you as you stand there, music playing
âdancingâ he shouts over the rain and wraps his arms around your waist. you wrap your arms around his neck and he sways
âi know you love dancing in the rainâ he says, looking at you with his hair falling into his face
âi told you that like, two years agoâ you respond and he smiles
âi remember everything about you, y/nâ he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear
you press your lips against his, eyes fluttering shut. his hand moves to the back of your head, pulling you closer as he kisses you passionately
your lips move in sync, hungry and loving. his hand on your waist pulls you up against him
your fingers tangle in his wet hair as he pushes you against the car
you pull away for air, looking up at him as the water pours on you two
âyouâre so crazyâ you laugh over the rain. he smiles and leans in
âcrazy for you, sweetheartâ he kisses you again
you two stumble into the apartment, laughing and dripping water
you kick your shoes off and walk to the bathroom. he starts the shower and you strip off your rain soaked clothes
you step in, him following soon after
the water cascades down your body as he shamelessly checks you out
you notice and playfully swat his arm âhey! perv!â you tease and he grins, pulling you against him by your waist
ânot a perv, just checking out my girlfriendâ he reminds you
âyeah yeahâ you smile at him. his grin softens to a smile as well
he cups your face, pecking all over your cheeks, nose and forehead. you laugh and duck your head
he catches your chin and tilts it up. he runs his thumb over you cheek before leaning in again
he kisses you softly on the lips this time, hands moving to hold your hips. your lips move with his immediately
he pushes you against the shower wall gently, the cold tile pulling a gasp from your lips into his mouth
he grinds his hard cock against you, one hand moving to rest against the tile beside your head
he places sloppy kisses down your neck, gently nipping and sucking
you tilt your head back, hands moving to his shoulders to hold onto something, letting out a breathy moan of his name
he lifts you, wrapping your legs around his waist âgod, youâre fucking gorgeousâ he murmurs, kissing your lips again as his hand snakes down to your clit
he rubs slow circles, the water no longer the only thing making you wet. you grip at his shoulders tighter
âoh-fuck babyâ your head falls back against the wall
âyeah? that feel good, hm?â he coos, moving his fingers faster. you nod
âuse your words pretty girl. tell me what you wantâ he says, slowing his fingers
ângh-please just fuck meâ you whine. he kisses you again, slipping one finger inside you and slowly pumping
the movement draws a moan from your mouth as he slides a second finger in, thrusting them in and out while he kisses your neck
you clench around him, and he slowly pulls his fingers out, making you whine
âuh-uh. be patientâ he taunts
he pulls his hand away, moving it to grab his dick and rubbing the tip against your core
he slowly pushes in, both of you letting out sounds. you moan softly and he grunts
he starts a steady pace, sliding in and out of you. the room fills with the sound of running water, skin on skin and moans
your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails dragging against his skin as you cling to him
âmmph-fuck-oh!â you cry out as he hits the spot that makes you see stars
he groans into your neck as he fucks you against the cold tile wall
his hips move relentless and punishing, his hand moving back to rub your clit in quick circles
âoh-im gonna-fuck!â you cry out his name as you clench around him, orgasm slamming into you
âoh god babyâ his hips stutter, painting your velvet walls with his seed
he rests his forehead on your shoulder as you come down from you both come down from your highs
âyouâre so beautifulâ he whispers, pressing a soft sweet kiss to your shoulder
âyouâre so bigâ you pant, and he chuckles. he slowly pulls out, setting you down
you legs wobble like jelly and he holds you steady âeasy now, donât want my pretty girl getting hurtâ
you hold onto his arms for support and hum. he reaches over and grabs the shampoo bottle, pouring a glob in his palm
he lathers it in his hands âclose your eyesâ he says. you close your eyes, and his big hands move to your hair
he massages the shampoo into your hair with practiced care, fingers scratching your scalp softly
he reaches over and grabs the shower head, putting a hand over your eyes to prevent soap getting in them
he sets the shower head back and you open yiur eyes, pouring shampoo into your own palm and reaching up massaging it in his hair
he leans his head forward so you can rub it in every part. you rinse his hair too
the moment is sweet and domestic, a familiar routine of yours
the soap is bubbly as you wash each others bodies, his hands playfully squeezing your tits and yours playfully squeezing his ass
the shower head rinses the soap out as you two stand in a mess of laughter and bubbles
he turns the shower off, wrapping a towel around you tight enough to keep you warm
âthere ya go baby. snug as a bug in a rugâ he presses a kiss to your cheek and wraps one around his waist
you two walk to the bedroom. you sit on the bed, and he grabs you some of your sweatpants and underwear, along with one of his sweaters
you smile and pull them on quickly to warm up. he pulls on some sweatpants of his own and a tshirt
you climb under the covers, snuggling into the warmth of the bed
he turns the lamp on and the main light off, climbing in nect to you
you immediately nuzzle up to him, clinging to him like a koala. he smiles, wrapping his arm around you
he presses a kiss to your wet hair. his fingers run through your (hair texture) locks
âi love youâ he whispers, resting his chin on your head
âi love youâ you mumble back, arm draped over his stomach and cheek pressed against his chest, already dozing off
he carefully reaches over and turns off the lamp, pulling the blanket further up as you two fall asleep in each others warmth
a/n: i tried not to be descriptive with looks and stuff, so if i was too specific please let me know so i can fix it đ also my insomniac ass could never fall asleep that fast but a girl can dream. i suck at dialogue during fuhh scenes sooo sorry, suck it up. and hey, i may take forever to write but at least i donât use ai
all rights reserved. please do not steal, copy or repost my works (other than reblogs). reblogs and comments are appreciated!! reminder that these are not to try and sexualize the actor, just for readers. seperate the fic from reality
Will you still write for Finn after he came out as bi is that socially acceptable sorry might be such a dumb question
i think being bi is a gray area. if he started dating a guy, iâd probably consider writing male reader for finn
i think if someone is bi it would still be socially acceptable to write them with wtv gender, but if he was gay, i would definitely stop writing him with fem!readers
i am on bylertwt and so i see people talking about his sexuality and i personally do believe heâs probably bi
i donât usually get involved with the whole foah stuff js because i donât really like shipping real people unless theyâre into eachother or dating
but yeah, i think it just depends. like i said, itâs a gray area but i think for now, iâd still be okay with writing fem!reader, unless someone tells me to stop, which if it is wrong to anyone else please let me know!
summary: after having a bad day at filming, he comes over and takes his stress out on you
warnings: mdni, nsfw, smut, roughish sex?, fwb, basically zero plot, unprotected piv (donât do it), fingering, nasty filthy, a man being able to actually find the clit, a little something something at the end, swearing, not proofread.. 884 words
notes: first time writing fwb, hope it was good<3. hopefully posting my other requested fic for finn soon, along with other reqs and my joe and steve ones. listen to altitude by montell fish bc it fits the vibe imo
request by @itsmeemmasturniolo sorry for how absolutely late it is babes
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to say finn was pissed would be an understatement. his day was filled with frustration and idiots who didnât know how to follow simple instructions
he knew everyone had bad days, and messed up. he had plenty of scenes that he needed to retake over and over
but 20 fucking retakes was ridiculous. he spent hours trying to get the scene perfect but his scene partner kept fucking laughing
bet they wouldnât be laughing if he put his fist in their face
obviously he wouldnât do that. violence over something like that is ridiculous. but he definitely punched his couch a few times
and once filming was over, he headed straight to his car
thank god he had a spare key to your apartment. because he was not a patient man when he was mad
you were sat curled up on the couch, watching a movie and sipping tea when the door swung open and slammed shut
a familiar figure showed up in your doorway
your best âfriendâ, finn
he looked absolutely wrecked. he had that nasty look on his face that made it obvious he was not happy. and he didnât even say anything, he just walked straight to you
you sit up, moving your legs down and planting your feet on the ground, standing up
he pulls you against him, looking at you with hunger in his eyes. you immediately get the message and place your lips on his
he doesnât waste a second. his lips instantly move against yours with desperation
you donât kiss each other soft and sweet. no, itâs animalistic, hungry. he pushes you down onto the couch, following you down without breaking the kiss
his tongue slips in between your lips, meeting yours. his hand slides down your body, tracing your skin
his fingers slip in your waistband, dipping in your panties
his fingers immediately find your clit, because he was a real man who actually knew how to find the spots that make a woman pleased
you moan softly into his mouth. he removes his lips to place wet kisses along your neck.
he sucks and nips as a finger slips inside you, another joining soon after. he pounds them into you, drawing more moans out of you
he kisses down your collarbone, moving his fingers at just the perfect speed to keep you on edge
he pulls them out and you whine at the loss. he pulls your shorts and panties all the way off and tosses them aside. he quickly unbuckles his belt
he shoves his jeans and boxers down, his thick cock springing out
he straddles you again, rubbing his tip against your clit teasingly. he slowly pushes into you
he pauses for a moment before instantly picking up the pace
he pulls out almost completely before slamming back in, starting a rough pace
he leans down to kiss you again as he pounds into you, groans mixing with your moans
the way he fucks you is rough, desperate. every bit of anger from the day channeled into each thrust
you knew you definitely wouldnât be able to walk tomorrow, but oh well
his thumb moved to your clit again, rubbing the sensitive bud quickly. you arch your back, letting out pornagraphic moans
the room is filled with the sound of skin on skin and wet noises
youâre hands grip his shoulders, nails sure to leave marks tomorrow
but that just turned him on more. his thrusts became even more brutal, the couch shifting with every push
he grunts in your ear. you feel your orgasm approaching and your eyes roll back
âyou gonna cum for me? fuck-thatâsss itâ he groans as he feels you clench around him
âmmph-oh fuck-im gonna-â your words are cut off by a loud moan as you cum around him. he buries himself deep inside you, spurts of white cum spraying your velvet walls
you two lay there for a moment, sweaty and panting. he pulls out
after a few minutes, you speak up âi should probably go peeâ you sit up and he follows
you stand and wobble immediately, your legs feeling like jelly. heâs up in an instant, catching you before you can fall
âwoah, carefulâ he wraps his arm around you to steady you âi didnât fuck ya too hard did i?â he asks
you laugh softly âno, but i definitely will be having shaky legs for daysâ
he grins and helps you walk to the bathroom. you sit on the toilet, doing your business (because we donât want utiâs)
he helps you stand from the toilet and guides you to the sink. you wash your hands and dry them off
you two walk to your room and you pull on a shirt and underwear. you climb in bed
he pulls his boxers back on and climbs in with you. you nuzzle up against him, his arm wrapping around you immediately
âgood night, angelâ he whispers as you fall asleep. you hum as you doze off
he lays there, stroking your shoulder. the moment felt too intimate to be just friends who fuck
and he was feeling too much to believe that was all you two were
was he really falling for his best friend? or had he been in love this whole time?
a/n: hope this was good, sorry for it being almost a month late :(
all rights reserved. please do not steal, copy or repost my works (other than reblogs). reminder that these are not to try and sexualize the actor, just for readers. seperate the fic from reality
my mind constantly makes me want to shut down. not alway physically, just verbally. iâve always tried to be an outgoing person and energetic but over time the need to be silent is getting bigger
i feel like itâs wrong to feel this way, because people who are non verabal/mute/selectively mute do not choose to be that way. and im not trying to be that
i donât know what to call it because itâs so draining but it feels invalid. i just want to stop speaking but i feel like itâs stupid
iâve never been confirmed to be autistic but many peopke believe i could be. iâve been diagnosed with anxiety adhd and depression as iâve mentioned before and iâve always been introverted
i try to be upbeat with friends and family and i always feel the need to speak even when i donât want to, because i feel like i need to
so i feel like if i just stopped speaking, everyone would think im just attention seeking
iâve always wondered if there was something wrong with me neurologically, but i donât want to ask anyone
but itâs getting so hard and i donât know if itâs valid to feel this way
iâve always had a hard time speaking in public because iâm such a paranoid and sensitive person, and i feel that my trauma makes me want to stop everything, and sometimes i just canât speak, like i canât get words out
am i being dramatic/annoying? should i ignore this feeling wnd keep just making myself speak? i know iâll never be non verbal or mute because i do speak, even though i donât want to
and i donât want anyone to think im trying to be. i know i am not and donât wabt anyone to think im trying to be quirky
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If youâre using AI to write fanfiction, you have got to be illiterate. Itâs no joke. âEnglish isnât my first languageâ is a different conversation.
Yâall be from America where adults are reading on a 6th grade level. If you canât write fanfiction with the fingers and brain god gave you (because it actually is the bottom of the heap), then you damn sure canât write a regular essay. God forbid a research paper, you donât have the skills to comprehend. You canât Conceptualize and categorize your own ideas without AI. Thatâs spooky.
You shouldnât be writing fanfiction if youâre using AI. You need to go read a fucking book (not Colleen Hoover) on or above your grade level and learn to comprehend and let your own ideas grow. Go do some writing prompts.
yâall got any tips on getting rid of nausea / feeling like youâre gonna throw up bc i am curled up on the bathroom floor rn and need any help on how to get rid of this nausea
