#I’ll take the uti

[katteethh]

bros my husband fr

[sixoclocker]

happy pride month. here are my pride hcs LOLLLL

(just in case

ceroba - she/her, bi, trans, demiromantic/demisexual

martlet - they/she, asexual, lesbian, demigirl

starlo - he/she/they, trans, genderfluid, aroace

clover - they/them, nonbinary)

here’s additional stuff lmao

(just in case pt 2.

axis - he/it, rainbow lmao

chujin - he/she, unlabeled, trans

dalv - he/him, gay

integrity - they/them, nonbinary (technically canon to my whole canon interpretation with lucile and all but whatever)

kanako - she/her)

mifht do more. i don’t know. this was for sillies lmao

[thebestusernamepossible]

‘We need more morally gray women’ you can’t even handle Ceroba from Undertale Yellow

[stanleyvampire14]

Me after getting obsessed with Starlo from UTY again because of this song and proceeding to play it 10+ times as I’m drawing: 🤯💛⭐️

This person makes absolute BANGERS go listen to it /nf

[neko-bandage]

Sorry not OP but to raise a bit of awareness specifically to FTM/trans masc/vagina having trans people, sometimes testosterone usage causes something called “vaginal atrophy” which is normally referred to when the go over side effects as dryness, abnormal sexual function, etc, but this can also mean things like urinary issues such as frequent urinary urgency, more frequent UTIs, etc. This is because your genital area kinda requires a bit of estrogen to maintain a certain standard and without it, things start to go into power saving mode.

To counter this, you can use a low dosage of estrogen as an intravaginal cream (I think there’s tablets and stuff too) in order to maintain proper function downstairs without effecting your transition in any meaningful way.

I have NO idea if that’s what OP is talking about but I think it’s very important for trans people to know it can happen and there’s no shame on needing more of your primary assigned sex hormone to help out your body sometimes!

PSA over 🐱

i need medication to be affordable so i can be simultaneously on testosterone AND estrogen

[elusivedew]

golden.

✧ synopsis ⤐ spencer is gentle, even in the darkest hours of the night.

✧ contains ⤐ several references to sex, this is all about aftercare. post-prison spence except I haven't gotten that far yet so don't mind any inaccuracies, I just thought he deserves something nice ♡ w.c ~ 1.3k

Your muscles ache. It's a low pleasant hum reverberating through your body, similar to the feeling after a long strenuous day, but nowhere as exhausting. Your heart is still pounding in your chest like an uncontrolled feeling, but it feels so full.

Spencer, the culprit in this story, shifts beside you to pull the covers over your exposed body. He’s gentle and tentative, like he always is, especially after nights like this. It’s like he's apologizing for defiling you the way he does, always concerned about going too far or making you feel uncomfortable. He looks down at you with familiar, warm hazel eyes, and you wonder how he could ever do any of those things.

He brings you closer, an arm coming around your waist to pull you against him. You move to lay on his bare shoulder, the skin-on-skin contact soothing all your stimulated neurons. While you’re slowly coming back to earth, still slightly starry-eyed, you listen to the sound of his heartbeats. You count them, memorize them, get to know him through the organ behind the flesh. It’s so serene that you almost doze off, but Spencer’s raspy voice shakes you awake. 

“Angel.”

You hum, unmoving and consumed by the visions in your head. 

He rubs your shoulder, willing you back to the present. You move to look up at him, and his smile is so sweet that you almost can’t believe he’s the same guy from a few minutes ago. But, then again, no one who knows Spencer would expect him to be so skilled at stealing your breath right out of your body. 

That’s something that no one else will experience with him now that you’re here. You smile, feeling proud and territorial. 

“What are you smiling about?” He leans down and kisses you, you want to ask for more but you’re spent. 

“Nothing,” you whisper against his lips, “Just the fact that you're all mine.” 

He grins, wide and boyish, and you wish his face would glow like that all the time. His flushed face and messed up hair, both being your handiwork, make your heart feel like it's about to burst right out of your chest. Despite just getting your fill of him, you wish you could eat him up right now. 

“Can’t argue with that”, his eyes twinkle playfully, “we still have to get you cleaned up before you can go to bed.” 

You grunt, “god, not again.”

“I’m not letting you go to sleep like that, and you know you’re risking a UTI if you don’t pee before you knock out. It’s essential for a pleasant experience that you wash up properly after, do you know how much bodily fluid you’re covered in right now?” 

You frown, when he says it like that, it sounds really gross, but it’s what you get for being with a germaphobe.

“I hate this part.”

He tucks your hair behind your ear and plants a kiss on your forehead that smoothes your frown down, “I know you do. C’mon, I’ll help you up.” 

Getting up proves to be the easy part, getting up on your legs however, it wasn't as steady as you hoped it would be. When you're forced to sit down on the bed again because the pain pierces through your pelvis so suddenly it feels like getting electrocuted, Spencer looks concerned. 

“Cramps again? I really have to slow down next time.” 

You groan, “no, Spence, I've told you before it’s fine. Just means we had a little too much fun, and it's not a bad thing.” 

He nods hesitantly, “are you sure?” 

“Yeah I am, just,” you reach your arms out, “carry me?” 

His concern is quickly replaced by a bright smile, “gladly.”

Within a few minutes, you’re both out of the bedroom and in the bathtub. Spencer hates the bathtub. He hates sitting down to take a bath and always voices out his concerns about how counterproductive it is to soak in contaminated water. Knowing that he likes to remind you of that everytime you’re taking a bath, Spencer must be dead tired to just sit his naked butt down in the tub, but you’re not complaining. 

Because he’s the sweetest boy on earth, he helps you wash up first, getting all the spots you can’t reach yourself easily. When he’s lazily washing your hair, you decide it’s the perfect moment to start babbling about nonsense, sleep deprivation and bliss mixing together to jumble up all your coherent thoughts. 

“My favorite thing about you being away is when you come back.” 

“So there’s other good things about me being gone?” The smile is so clear in his voice. 

You turn around to scoff at him, “Spence, terrible time to be a smartass.” 

He grins, “it’s never a terrible time to be a smartass.”

It’s quiet for the rest of the bath, you let him clean you up because you can barely see anymore. It’s three in the morning and he came home around midnight. You were already tired by then, but you missed him too much to not take the chance to immediately take him to bed— it’s hard to resist your boyfriend when his hair is growing out again and he hasn’t shaved in 2 weeks.

When the bath is done, he dries you off and helps you get dressed. You’re distracted by his bare chest the whole time, watching the flexion of his arms when he puts a shirt over your head. Then you sit on the bed, observing as he gets dressed. After nearly three hours of touching him in every possible way, his body is still so mesmerizing to you. Nearly three years of being together and countless incidents of unholy experiences, and you still feel like you’re seeing him for the first time. 

“Are you done observing?”

You’re broken out of your lust-filled thoughts by the sound of his voice. Looking up at his face, you're met by a crooked smile that makes you slightly breathless. He walks over to the edge of the bed where you’re sitting, and you welcome him with open arms. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You grin, arms tightly secured around his waist. He runs his fingers through your hair, “you’ve never been a very good liar.” 

Your final step getting ready for bed is letting him braid your hair. You always ask him to do it for you because he’s magical with his hands, his braid always coming out perfectly in a way you could never manage. You’ve taught him a lot about how to care for your hair, and as he tentatively and gently crosses the strand to draw up his perfect braid, you can’t help but think about how good of a father he would be if you ever had a little girl. 

When all of that's done, there's nothing coming between you and the bed anymore. You curl up under the covers as he slips in beside you. You're both tired, from the long day and the long night, but the sense of bliss that comes over you is possibly the most satisfied you've ever been. 

You look at him, reaching out to trace the outline of his stubble. He leans into your touch eagerly while you admire him some more, feeling every small detail over his skin. You know he needs the tenderness just as much as you do, especially when he's had long days at work. You know all the monsters he sees at his job secretly haunt him, and you know that he feels hopeful every time he's in your arms— because the world doesn't have to end every time he has to confront cruelty, and there’s love and adoration out there that almost overpowers the poisonous hate.

You reach for his hands, kissing the calluses on his fingertips. You know holding his gun comes with heavy responsibility, a responsibility that’s made him so much tougher than he was when he first started. When you’re done planting a kiss on every fingertip, you kiss his lips one more time, because you love him and you want him to know it. He smiles into the kiss and you’re sure he does. 

The gold in his eyes is the last thing you see before falling asleep. 

[muldermuse]

i feel like once Billy cums- he’s just on his ass

your honour- he’s an OLD MAN!!!!

hes so fuuucking deep in you, your cunt is pulsating around him and taking alllllll his cum. he’s lying on your chest and has this blissed out smile on his face. you thread your fingers through his dark hair, smirking when you hear him groan in contentment against your tits-damp with both of your sweat

“gotta get up and go pee, old man” you grin as he squeezes the fat of your hip for calling him that “if i get a UTI, I’ll smother you in your sleep”

“gimme 5 minutes darl’- s’fuckin’ tight cunt has ruined me” his voice sounds laced with exhaustion and you know he’s on the cusp of sleep

“c’mon butch, i gotta get up” you try to tug at his hair but he’s a dead weight; comfortably crushing you

he groans as he rolls off you, his spent cock covered in his cum and your slick. you take a second to admire his muscular form slumped on your cute bedsheets before darting to the toilet

he’s snoring when you climb back on the bed with him. you press a kiss to his still damp forehead as he wraps a warm around you and mumbles he loves you

[indigo-flowers09]

I absolutely love these designs! and was just wondering what inspired them? I'm curious of what the plot's about, since everyone's species swapped

why not answer this question with another ref sheet(?) :3

I’d like to say, first and foremost, thank you very much for the love 🫶 i love getting asks and requests, these sillies live in my brain and drawing them is their rent

Second, i’m probably gonna keep plot talk on the DL unless i decide not to make a comic! Sorry :,3

Last but not least, inspirations. hooo boy this is a doozy

Firstly i wanna say i was inspired to make a comic specifically because of older ut comic dubs (Christmas party, handplates, Aftertale, etc) along with Scott Pilgrim and @akanemnon’s Twin Runes comic! (check them out i love twin runes a lot!!!)

The idea for the au is really just “What if the humans were monsters and the monsters were humans?” or, also “what if the (former) monsters were on the surface and the (former) humans were underground?” Classic Overtale plot!

Going in order, starting with AXIS, he’s actually one of the newest designs! i made him in my german class last week („•v•„U ) I wanted Axis to have a design change but remain a robot, maybe being more humanoid due to being made by a human! Changed his pipes and light bulb into what resembles hair and his wheel into roller blades!

Next up, Ceroba! i’ll be honest, i really don’t like Cerobas canon design that much. Love the colors but the short skirt and boots are not it, especially if she’s intended to be a more traditional japanese character. Like she’s not a magical girl, she’s in her 30’s?? Anywho, i made her prominently orange instead of pink (again, magical girl) along with lightening natural hair due to age and stress!

Clover. Clover Clover Clover!!! what do i even say about this precious little pup?! :3

I guess i could start with them being a Kitsune, of course, being switched with the Ketsukanes. Seeing as Ceroba is a mother and is often portrayed as taking a motherly role to clover, i figured a kitsune would fit them nicely! Along with being a cute, fun to draw, and curious troublemaker! I always like to remind myself that Clover’s just a kid.

Next up, Star! or, in this au, Stanley Sterling, the performative sheriff of a humble little town! i decided to switch up his poncho a little, for the sake of changing his design, gave him chaps (i like to call em pantaloons hoohoo!) and teal tassels for days! He’d prolly know more about cowboys than canon Starlo because, yknow, he lives on the surface!

Ah Martlet, or now, Marlette! but most just call her Marley. She has ~4 different outfits planned, a cozy, aviator style one for “Snowdin”, a sleeveless shirt with her flannel round her waist and a bandana for “the Dunes” and that flannel over her shoulders for “New Home”! along with a tee and pj’s for the epilogue. Her outfit is easy to manipulate so it only stays the same so often. Also, talon boots! ;]

And Dalv! Poor fella stayed a monster for the plot 😿 but i changed his design so he’s got a jacket similar to the one he has in Snowdin in uty but a whole lot smaller lol, along with a Batty pendant, a red vest and shoes and carved down horns! poor fella :(

Feel free to ask questions about these guys i am more than pleased to talk about them

[hiiikiko]

𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕤𝕥!𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

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ellie williams x reader | mini fic for casual

casual m.list | tlou m.list

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୨୧ ellie is very musically talented, sometimes she’ll hear a few notes in her head and within half an hour, she’ll have a pretty decent tune

୨୧ she’s the founder of ‘the infected’ she came up with the name when she accidentally cut herself and the cut looked really gnarly n infected and then she was like.. woah that’s a pretty sick name

୨୧ jesse and dina teased her about the same bc it sounds like she’s go a uti

୨୧ it took her awhile to convince jesse and dina to join her band because 1. too much drama and 2. jesse didn’t care for being on stage

୨୧ she coaxed him into it by telling him that dina’s gonna get a lot of fanboys/girls n she’ll leave him in the dust for good

୨୧ she carries her journal everywhere with her in case inspiration strikes when she’s grocery shopping

୨୧ she also carries around a guitar pic because she likes to have something between her teeth and since she’s trying to quit smoking.. this is the next best thing

୨୧ she will NEVER EVER admit this to anyone but the reason why she moved to Seattle to start a band was because of Kurt Cobain (also why she has short hair and wears flannels)

୨୧ everyone should thank joel for him showing ellie nirvana bc without it, she may have never started a band

୨୧ ellie sometimes deprives herself of music because she doesn’t want to make anything that’ll make ppl say “that sounds like <insert band name>” it’s torture but it works

୨୧ ellie would’ve totally been the lead singer but she prefers to write and compose rather than be in the spotlight

୨୧ she wasn’t surprised when the band was starting to get traction (she in fact was and had to take a lap around the room)

୨୧ her fans paint her as this ‘player’ which she kinda revels in bc it gets her more pussy (she actually kinda hates it bc it makes her feel like a bad person but hey GAME IS GAME)

୨୧ she LOVES pop punk shows, one time she saw a bigger band and their show was so crazy, like crowd surfing, people pushing against the barrier, guards having to keep them in the pit, and everyone screaming the lyrics… she hopes her band will be that big one day

୨୧ she loves attending concerts but she can’t help but compare herself to the other bands

୨୧ she’s an audiophile, she goes to best buy just to compare headphones and their sound quality then leaves with nothing (ofc)

୨୧ every ellie in the ellieverse is a nerd, it’s a canon event, this ellie is not only a comic book nerd and a space nerd.. she’s also a GUITAR NERD !! (new ellie unlocked) she knows every type of guitar, yes, even the one that was made a minute ago in new guinea!

୨୧ ellie got her job at the guitar shop she works at bc during the interview, she completely nerded all over the place about the guitars on the walls, the old manager didn’t even need to go further in the interview, he slapped a name tag on her (he messed up and her name is elsie now) and booked it outta there

୨୧ she takes her job very seriously, it’s cute to see her working, it’s like watching a young bill gates talk about his apple products except this bill gates is wearing a raggedy flannel (she says it makes the customers trust her more bc it makes her looks like kurt), messy hair, and glitter from the concert last night

୨୧ she stays up to date on the latest guitars

୨୧ fun fact: she only gets her guitars from joel, her loving dad who runs a guitar/woodwork shop back in jackson :)

୨୧ speaking of joel, he supports ellie’s dream of being in a band because he wanted to be a singer when he was younger and he sees that younger self in ellie, it makes him happy when she talks about the concert she had last night.. it’s almost like he’s talking to his 20 year old self

୨୧ even though joel supports it, it still scares him, he doesn’t want ellie to end up like him

[a/n]: okay that’s all for now!! hope you guys like this mini thingy :3 i’ll write the next part tmrw!!

[beenbaanbuun]

mean yet soft w/ wooyoung

words - don’t ask, i don’t know

genre - fluffy smut

warnings - mean!dom wooyoung, also soft!dom wooyoung, face fucking, spanking, degradation, nicknames, aftercare, hes literally jekyll and hyde

not proofread but i’ll get round to it soon :)

so wooyoung is a little shit, but he isn’t evil

like he’ll tease you until the end of the earth, but the moment you get hurt by his words he’s clung to you like a koala telling you sweet nothings

and if that’s not enough, he’ll go one step beyond sane just to apologise to you

one second you’re pouting and the next he’s buying you flowers and cooking for you as an apology

not that he doesn’t do both of those things anyway

it’s just that when he’s trying to beg for forgiveness, he always goes a little overboard

you won’t be able to move without bumping into a bouquet of flowers, and you’ll actually have to beg for him to stop cooking for you because you’re way too full to eat most of it…

but something in my sick and twisted little brain i like to think that this applies to the bedroom too…

like imagine you’ve just pissed him off a little too much

bratted too close to the sun, if you will

the glare he gives you honestly makes you want to kneel down and beg but he won’t let you

not yet, anyway

because whilst you’ll definitely be knelt down in a second, letting him pound his pretty cock into your slack jaw, he has to make sure it doesn’t hurt you first

“kneel on the pillow for me, princess… that’s it, baby! we don’t want your pretty skin getting bruised, do we?”

and sure enough, there’s a plush pink pillow waiting for you

it’s almost heartwarming, until the second your knees hit the fabric and suddenly there’s a dick in your mouth pumping in and out like there’s no tomorrow

and then when he spanks you, you can guarantee he goes fucking hard

i’m talking trouble sitting down hard

red hand prints for days hard

tears streaming down your cheeks as he makes you count for him hard

and it hurts like fucking HELL and he knows that

but that doesn’t stopping from delivering soft kisses to the sweltering hot skin in between each spank

soothing strokes along your ass to make sure you know he’s not really mad

oh, and don’t get me started on the words he tells you…

he will call you every single name under the sun

bitch, whore, slut, dumb, so on and so forth

“fucking slut,” he spits, punctuating it with an extra hard thrust, “panting for me like a bitch in heat.”

and you are, you can’tdeny that

face pressing into the pillow, tongue sitting pretty on your bottom lip as you gulp in as much air as possible in between thrusts

his beautiful cruel words swim around your dizzy head, but before they even have chance to sink in, he’s letting you know just how much he loves you

“you’re a whore, aren’t you,” he grins as he nuzzles your cheek, “but that just makes me love you all the more. my whore, baby… all mine.”

and then the aftercare?

if you lift a finger, he’s going to place a curse on your entire bloodline because how dare you do his job?

he is supposed to be taking care of you, not you…

“hey, idiot,” he stomps over to the bed where he left you whilst he got water, “i thought i told you to sit still and let me do the work! why are you taking the sheets off?”

“felt dirty, youngie…”

he just rolls his eyes

“let me carry you to the bathroom, okay? i’ll sort the sheets…”

and youd better let him carry you to the toilet and sit you down (because you should be peeing after sex… no uti’s in this household)

if you don’t let him, he’s going to do it anyway

only rather than lifting you up gently, bridal style, you’ll be hoisted over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes

and you can complain as much as you want, but you can’t out-do the doer

you complain about him taking care of you, let him bring out a 40 slide power point about everything you do that annoys him that he’s been saving for this exact moment in time

like seriously, just let him do his job

it makes him feel better about being a dick

[sixoclocker]

hi (makes starlo a red giant star early)

hey lol (steals all of his hydrogen EARLY so he’s FUCKED UP and RED instead of a MAIN SEQUENCE STAR and he can’t NUCLEAR FISSION!!!!)

here’s an extra doodle

he can talk in full sentences but a lot of the time it’s just too taxing along with everything else he has to worry about

[janeyseymour]

Love Thy Neighbor- pt 5

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4

Summary: Melissa helps you out. It's not helping the feelings that you have for her.

WC: ~2.15k

You’ve been teaching for a few weeks at Abbott a this point now, and you are eternally grateful for this job. You get to take Ellie with you to school, you don’t have to race around to pick her up after. The staff is nice enough, and your kids are wonderful. They absolutely adore you more than anything. Receiving drawings and cards is an almost daily occurrence, and it melts your heart- your students out in Utah never did things like this. 

You work closely with Melissa during your preps to make sure that your room is going well, and any questions that you have you’re able to ask her. She’s so willing to help you with both big problems (realizing that you have no teacher’s manual for the science unit that you’re set to start the next week) and the small (standing in between your classrooms when you have to use the bathroom so desperately you’re afraid you’re going to get a UTI).

( “Fuck,” you curse softly during your prep while you’re ripping every drawer and cabinet open in your room.

“What’s going on, hun?” She magically appears in your doorway. “You look frazzled, and I can hear the cabinets opening and closing over in my room.”

“Shoot, sorry,” you turn and sigh softly. “I can’t find the science manual that I’m supposed to be basing these science lessons off of.”

“That may be my fault,” the redhead admits with a smirk. “I hated it, so I burnt it and made up my own lessons. You have all the materials for what you have to get done, and I can help you out at home tonight if you bring your planner home.”

“I’ll make dinner.”

—

You’re squirming in your chair, desperate for the bathroom. But your kids are taking a test, and every time you pop your head out the door, there is no one there for you to pull into your room for a quick three minutes while you rush down the hall to relieve yourself.

Melissa appears in your door though to ask you a quick question, and she can immediately see the discomfort written into your face.

“Are you okay?” she asks softly as she makes her way over to your desk.

You shake your head. “I really have to-”

“Go,” is all she has to say for you to take off in the direction of the bathroom.

You come back a few minutes later, much more relaxed now. “Thank you. What’s up?”

“Just came to see if you needed any copies made- I’m sending Ashley to do some… woman’s driving me nuts lately.”

You roll your eyes fondly. “There’s a stack of papers there to be copied and filed if you want to send her in… and I can always come up with other ways to keep her occupied and out of your hair.”

“That would be great,” the redhead smiles at you softly. “Thanks.” )

All of these situations at school, combined with the ones at home are not helping the feelings that you have developed for the fiery redheaded second grade teacher.

At school, she’s sweet enough, but outside of school hours… it’s even worse.

You have your car now, but she still insists on carpooling with you.

( “It’s more cost efficient, and Jacob isn’t on my ass about burning too many fossil fuels now that we come in together,” she rolls her eyes.

“At least let me drive,” you sigh.

“Her booster is already in my car,” Melissa retaliates. “Just get in.” )

Ellie insists on spending time with her whenever she can, and when you think that it’s getting to be too much for Melissa, she’s waving you off and telling you that having the two of you around is the best thing that’s happened to her. She helps Ellie with homework while you’re lesson planning, she insists on making dinner at least twice a week, your little girl is on her hip at dismissal everyday and falls asleep- only for the redhead to shush everyone around her before she carries her out to the car, the two watch cartoons together and snuggle… she’s really stepped up and stepped in for your daughter when she needed some extra love and care.

And with doting on Ellie the way that she does, she’s also doting on you.

( “You eating enough?” she asks you one day when she sees that you’ve hardly touched your meal. You’re instead pouring over your kids’ essays and grading them frantically.

“I’ll eat after I finish grading these and putting them in,” you wave her off. “You and Ellie eat.”

“We already did, Momma,” your daughter says from the couch, reaching for the television remote. How’d she get there?

Before you can respond, there’s a forkful of gnocchi being held up to your mouth, and Melissa is sitting there giving you a look that says not to argue.

“Thank you,” you sigh softly as you open your mouth. She feeds you the rest of your dinner, despite your daughter begging for attention from the redhead.

Only when you’re finished eating does the woman go and pull the little girl on the couch into her lap.

You continue to grade until you have both of them standing at your side. Or, Melissa is standing at your side while Ellie is clinging to her, settled on her hip.

“Momma, you have to come tuck me,” your little girl yawns out. “Miss Mel said it’s bedtime.”

You glance up at the clock to see that it is indeed Ellie’s bedtime. Your heart melts at the thought that the redhead has so seamlessly integrated herself into your life that she not only knows your daughter’s bedtime, but is able to implement it without your daughter making a fuss over it.

The two of you get the little girl into bed and read with her before flicking off the light. You make your way back to the kitchen table to continue grading, and when you expect her to leave, she instead sits down and takes a hefty portion of the grading that you still have to do. Her glasses are on her face, and her eyes are trained on the work in front of her. She grabs one of the pens that you have sitting on the table and opens it to mark a few things.

You’re so busy watching her that you forget to continue grading yourself. She nudges you gently.

“I’m tryin’ to help you, hun,” she chuckles. “You gotta do some work though too.”

You take the graded papers are start entering them into grade book with a sigh. With the two of you working together, grades get put in rather quickly. You can’t help but grin at her sleepily as she grades the last one for you, and you enter the number. 

“I think you just saved my life,” you sigh softly. You lay a gentle hand over hers and squeeze it gently.

“I think you need some sleep, hun,” she tells you gently. “Get to bed, and I’ll see myself out.”

“Or we could just hang out on the couch?” you suggest. “I like when you’re here with me… and I love when it’s me, you, and El, but having some adult time is nice.”

She chuckles but nods and leads you to the couch. She settles into the corner of it, and you slide in next to her, grabbing a blanket.

It’s warm, it’s domestic, it’s cozy. Her arm is draped around you lazily, your head nuzzled into the crook of her neck as you curl up and find a program to watch.

You doze off, and you’re not quite sure for how long because the next thing you know Ellie is climbing on top of you with tears in her eyes. Melissa is still there with you, eyes opening blearily.

“Momma,” the little girl whines and settles herself, half in your lap and half in Melissa’s. “Miss Mel.”

“What’s wrong, sweetness?” you ask her gently, teasing the little wisps at the base of her neck. You press a delicate kiss to her temple, and you see Melissa also move the arm not wrapped around you to soothingly rub your daughter’s back.

“Bad dream,” she mumbles as she lays against the two of you.

You sigh softly. “Do you want to talk about it, or try to head back off to dreamland?”

“Dreamland,” she yawns as she rubs her eyes. “But I want you and Miss Mel with me.”

At the mention of her, the redhead’s eyes widen just slightly.

“Please,” Ellie mumbles as she curls into your neighbor’s side. “Please.”

“Momma will come lay with you,” you try to placate softly. You attempt to pull her into your arms, but she desperately reaches for the woman next to you. “We won’t all fit in your bed, sweet girl,” you tell her.

“Momma’s bed,” she mumbles as she wiggles out of your hold and into Melissa’s. The redhead glances at you, and you shrug.

Knowing that if you deny Ellie right now, she will have a meltdown, and you just don’t have it in you to deal with that. You nod, praying to God that your room is clean.

“Mel can stay for a little bit,” Melissa tells the little girl in her arms. “Until you fall asleep.”

The three of you make your way to your bedroom, Ellie sandwiched between the two of you in bed. Ellie clings to the redhead as she starts to fall back asleep. Melissa hums a sweet little tune before she quietly starts to sing a lullaby in a different language. You realize that it’s Italian quickly, and her voice is so gentle and smooth- even at the soft volume. While it lulls your daughter to sleep, it also lulls you to sleep. 

When you wake up again to your alarm, Ellie’s little head pops up from Melissa’s chest before flopping back down gently. If the redhead wasn’t already awake, she is now. “Oof.”

“You stayed,” Ellie whispers.

“I didn’t really have a choice when you decided to use me as your body pillow,” the woman chuckles softly.

You look over at your girl, who is in fact fully on top of Melissa the way that she usually lays on you after a nightmare.

“Oopsies,” Ellie grins. She doesn’t look sorry in the slightest. Then she jumps up. “Time to see Mrs. Howard?”

“Yeah, sweetness,” you chuckle. You love that she adores her kindergarten teacher. “After we get ready, and you have to let Miss Melissa up.”

She uses the two of you as launchpads to sprint into her bedroom, and the two of you fall back into the pillows gently. You turn your head to look at her.

“Thank you,” you say softly, a smile on your face.

“For?”

“Being here for El and me,” you sigh. “It’s made this adjustment to this new life a lot easier.”

Her eyes are so warm as they stare into your own, and she flits her gaze down to your lips.

As much as you want to kiss her right now, you know you shouldn’t. It would be unprofessional… and you have morning breath. Instead, you throw the blankets back on your side and roll out of bed.

She watches you. She’s thought you were gorgeous for quite some time now, but in the morning when you’re just you and not ‘Miss Y/N’ may be her favorite look of yours.

“Stop,” you laugh awkwardly as you feel her gaze while you try to pick out your outfit. “I look like a mess right now, and you should be getting ready for work too.”

“You’re stunning,” she tells you honestly. “But yes… I should probably head over to my apartment to get ready.” She rolls out of bed and starts to make her way out when you catch her arm gently.

“Thank you,” you say softly as you squeeze her arm.

“Of course.”

She heads for the front door, and you can hear Ellie yelling her goodbyes from her bedroom.

“I’ll be back in a little bit,” the redhead promises. “And then we’ll go to school together. I think your momma’s driving too.” The door closes after that, and as you get ready, you let your mind wander about what would change if you decided to just say fuck it and kiss her again. The two of you would probably end up together… 

But really, with her across the hall and practically being a part of your family already, what more would change? Not much. But if you were to date and then split? That would be… hell.

Maybe she’s worth the risk though. You shrug in the mirror and shake your head as you try to focus on what has to be done today.

Maybe with time… only time will tell. 

[mattsturnioloz]

I found you again: Pt 2.

Summary: Sequel of ‘Then I lost you’, A year after a devastating break up, Y/n finds herself reuniting with the love of her life, Matt Sturniolo, at a mutual friends birthday party. Will they rekindle their love?

Pairings: Y/n x Matt Sturniolo

Warnings: Crying, arguing, angst, uti, cussing, mentions of anxiety.

A/N: (Yall wanted this so bad so i’m about to work on it, hope you guys enjoy😚 Again, If you haven’t, I recommend reading ‘Then I lost you’ first. There’s 5 parts so you have a little more understanding of why they broke up and the story in general, here’s a link :) ‘Then I lost you’)

I feel dread the rest of the way to the party. I know I shouldn’t be upset but I can’t help it. I can’t just throw away the 5 years we had together.

We get to the party and I realize that I need to loosen up. Chris, Nick and I thank the uber as we walk up to Tara’s door and we don’t bother knocking, I open the door and lead us in, seeing all the people, feeling a little self conscious about my outfit since I don’t usually dress this way. I grab Nicks hand as we walk through the house so that we didn’t lose eachother, Chris close behind.

“Y/n, we HAVE to take pictures in a bit I need some for instagram.” Nick says and Chris nods agreeing with him. “Yea sure, you guys look good.” I reply smiling at them, taking in their outfits. They both say thank you as we continue to walk through the crowded house, greeting some friends and we spot Larri, Quen and Tara talking in the backyard.

We walk up to them and I pounce on Larri and Quen scaring them and they both jump. “Holy fuck bitch you scared me!!” Larri yells, laughing as we hug.

All 6 of us talk for a while and we take pictures but eventually I somehow end up alone. Everyone is doing their own thing and I go inside where people are dancing and taking shots then I turn around when I feel someone grab my shoulder and it’s Jake with Johnnie next to him.

“Hi guys!!” I yell over the music hugging them. “Hey, Happy Birthday! are you gonna take shots with us?” Jake asks with shots in his hands and all of a sudden the attention is on us and the whole party is watching and convincing me to take some. I look in the corner of my eye and I see tara, a shot already in her hand.

I nod and drown down a couple of shots and all of us are having a good time. I’m not drunk but I definitely feel a little buzzed. I grab a drink after and I sit in the corner of the house just observing everyone as they dance.

The front door opens and I watch to see who it could be and my heart drops down to my ass. It’s Matt. With a blonde haired girl following behind him as they hold hands. I feel like throwing up. I clutch my chest before holding my mouth and I run to the bathroom dropping to the floor, puking up all of the alcohol.

I stand up and wipe my mouth, going to door and locking it. I look in the mirror, leaning against the sink. I thought he wasn’t coming?? I can’t go back out. I have to pretend to be drunk or something so I have an excuse to go home. Ew no.. I can’t do that.

I can’t say it’s because I don’t want to see Matt with a new girl, i’ll look like an idiot. But here I am a year later, still fonding over my ex who’s clearly moved on. I have to act like I don’t care. Yea, i’ll do that.

I hear a knock at the door and I fix myself up before opening it. I’m already startled when I see it’s the girl Matt came with, his girlfriend.

There’s an awkward silence between us before she speaks up “Can I- uh..” she says, pointing at the bathroom awkwardly, and that’s when I realize I was just standing there staring like a freak. Fuck. I already messed up.

“Oh! yea. i’m so sorry..” I answer, almost jumping out the way. God that’s embarrassing. I walk away and I sit back in the spot I was at originally. That’s when I spot Matt talking to Nick and Chris.

He looks so different. So good.. He has a new haircut and he grew his beard out. He doesn’t have the middle part anymore. He looks better.

He takes off his sweater revealing his arm covered in scattered tattoos and I melt. He has way more than what he had when we were together. I stop staring and look away when I see that his gaze meets mine, his eyes widening in shock when he spots me and I try to act like I didn’t see him. I feel my heart starting to beat out of my chest.

I look to my left and see his girlfriend coming out of the bathroom, making her way over to him before kissing him. I feel like i’m gonna throw up again as I feel a pit forming in my stomach. I make an almost disgusted face but quickly wipe it off. I can’t hate just because i’m jealous.

I look to my right and I see Nick and Chris walking over to me, Chris speaking first. “Nick wants to take shots, but he’s scared.” He says leaning down to my ear since the music was loud. “Why are you scared?” I chuckle, looking over at Nick when he starts speaking. “See, we’ve been 21 for months and I haven’t drank because i’m scared im gonna wake up in a ditch with an agonizing hangover.” he adds, as the 3 of us chuckle.

“I’ll get drunk if you do.” I say to Nick and Chris looks between us back and forth with his jaw dropped while chuckling. “I’m down.” Nick replies, nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders. I’m not stupid. I know I only said that to get Matt and the fact that he has a girlfriend off my mind.

I stand up and we go to the kitchen, brushing past Matt and his girlfriend and I fill up 2 shot glasses for Nick and I when Chris nudges me holding a shot glass. “You too?” I say raising my brows at him and he nods giggling like he’s excited.

I look over at Matt and his girlfriend who are watching us. “You guys want one?” I ask them, specifically making eye contact with Matt. I have to act like I don’t care, right?

“No i’m oka-“ His girlfriend replies but getting cut off by him. “I’ll take one.” He replies with a slight smile at me and I smile back, nodding and filling up a shot glass for him.

I hand it to him before the 4 of us cheers as his girlfriend watches us. Matt only took 1 shot because he’s driving, but Nick, Chris and I keep taking some to the point where I don’t know how many we drank.

15 minutes later the 3 of us are drunk leaning against each other while laughing and messing around. “L-let’s go to the couch..” Nick slurs, laughing as he talks. When we try to walk Chris falls splat on the ground and just lays there instead of getting up, making Nick and I tumble to the ground from laughing so hard. “Nick- Nick I can’t get uppp!” I say cackling pushing on his head trying to get up, Nick still laughing hysterically.

I look over at Chris and he’s still on his stomach in the same position he fell in, giggling to himself, his face squished against the cold wood floors. “Get up you freak!” I yell at Chris, still unable to control myself and I see Matt walking over to help him up. “Alright buddy, let’s get you guys home.” He says to Chris. He takes Chris first while Nick and I are sitting up, slumped against eachother on the wall.

Matt comes back and takes Nick before coming back for me. His girlfriend already waiting in the car with Chris and Nick. “Alright it’s your turn..” He says scooping me up bridal style, putting my arm around his neck. “Me too??..” I slur, my eyes barely open. “What? You thought i’d leave you there? you can’t possibly think that low of me.” He says, chuckling. I smile at him and my hand finds the back of his head and I start playing with his hair.

He looks at my face and smiles at me sweetly, making eye contact with me and I couldn’t help but cup his face and glide my finger across his cheek. I missed his face, the feeling of his touch, his smile, the way he looked at me with his beautiful blue eyes.

He takes my hand from his face holding it in his. “You can’t do that y/n.. I’m with Nancy.” He says, his smile fading. Right. I’m an idiot. “Sorry..” I slur, embarrassed. I know I can’t be selfish though, he’s in a relationship and I need to respect that. It’s not fair to her.

He still smiles at me again as he opens the back door of his car, putting me next to Chris before buckling me in and shutting the door. He gets into the passenger seat and his girlfriend kisses his cheek, getting touchy which pisses me off but again.. I can’t be mad.

I lay my head on Chris’s shoulder, feeling tired. I look over and Nick and Chris are already out like a light, so I close my eyes. We haven’t even moved yet. I feel Matt look back at me a couple of seconds before I start to hear lips smacking. There’s no way they’re fucking making out right now.

I open my eyes and lift my head from Chris’s shoulder to see them macking on each others mouths, I even saw tongue. I feel my body get hot and I feel like I can’t breathe. He doesn’t even have the decency to not do that in front of me. Even if he thinks i’m asleep, I still feel so disgusted and disrespected.

“Are you kidding me right now?!” I yell and I see them both get startled before looking at me in shock. I unbuckle my seatbelt grabbing my small purse and I open the car door stumbling out going back towards the party.

I fall on the grass since i’m still really drunk but I get back up and stumble towards the front door. I hear the car door opening and closing, matt’s voice following behind it. “Y/N!!”

He catches up to me and he grabs my arms. “Y/n, i’m sorry okay? We shouldn’t have done that, I didn’t thin-” he says, panicked before I interrupt him, shoving him away from me.

“Don’t touch me!! what the hell is wrong with you!!” I yell and I feel my nails digging into the palm of my hand from clenching my fists so hard. I could see the anger flush over his face when I shoved him, he grabs my forearms and holds them together firmly.

“Don’t fucking shove me! It’s not my fault you haven’t moved on!” He yells, still gripping my arms. I try to get out his grip but I fail. “I said don’t touch me.” I repeat, sternly. “I don’t care if you’re in a relationship, but you had to do that with me right behind you? I feel so disrespec-“ I add but I get cut off by him.

“You feel disrespected or insecure and jealous?” He snaps, in the same stern tone. Wow. “You’re an asshole!” I shove him again finally managing to get out his grip. “Why? because i’m right?!” He yells, after he stumbles back from the push. “Fuck you.” I slur, since i’m still very much drunk, my eyes watering. I see how my words weigh on him, but I don’t care at the moment.

I take in the night air, barely knowing why this is happening, the tears rolling down my cheeks making the cold air sting my face. He just stands there taking a deep breath obviously conflicted. This is the worst birthday ever. I should’ve stayed home.

1,951 words.

A/N: (this chapter is so long but I was so invested LMAO😭 Let me know what you guys think, it always helps me🙂)

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[twilightakiishi]

WHEN THE PHOENIX SLEEPS — C. TAKIISHI

cw: fluff. gn! reader. no pronouns or physical descriptions used for reader. mentions of pee but not at all in a sexual context, lol. lightly edited. wc: 0.9k

Takiishi is….different in the morning.

He’ll never admit that, especially not once he’s fully awake.

On the rare occasions that you aren’t going to bed alone, he’s on the opposite side of the bed, leaving you wondering how he doesn’t roll over and fall off in the dead of night. Your attempts to cuddle are often refused, whether he’s conscious or not. 

It always goes like this; his petulant huff you hear every night as he flings his body away from yours at the suggestion of touch. If he isn’t already capricious as it is, at least you can rely on one constant: Takiishi is a grump past 10 o’clock.

Waking up to a tousled ball of flaming hair nestled beneath your arm makes up for it. 

You’re not even sure how he breathes with the tip of his nose pressed into your ribcage and warm, steady, shallow breaths falling past his parted lips. He keeps you pinned with a lithe arm and leg haphazardly thrown over you. 

You’re never sure when exactly it happens, but you’ve come to realize you don’t care to know the details. All that matters is that you stay perfectly still, or else—

Jolt. Blink.

And just like that, a half asleep Chika has scooped you up and flipped the positions, forcibly nuzzling you into his side as he rests comfortably on his back, eyelids open just enough for the whites to be weirdly, eerily visible. He’s always got to be just a little unsettling– regardless of if he’s aware of it.

It’s just like any other morning spent with him, basking in a few moments of affection— perhaps the only affection guaranteed for the day. His soft breaths and gentle rain pattering against the window could lull you back to sleep, if not for the ever-present concern of a full bladder.

He’s a light sleeper, cracking an eye open at the first shift of your leg off his, and roughly pulling it back on top of him. You sigh. The cycle begins.

Takiishi would rather kill than give up his early morning, all-in-one human furnace and weighted blanket. Sleep is more of a hard reset for him than for anyone you’ve ever known, taking his body temperature down so low you’re surprised his hair doesn’t turn blue. Not to mention the abrupt change in personality– clinginess and a need for affection that could rival Endo’s. 

You fiddle with his fingers that hold onto your leg in an attempt to pry them off you, jumping when he speaks up.

“Stop.”

“Chika, I need to pee.”

“Hold it.”

“That’s not good for you!”

“Go back to sleep.” Easy for you to say.

“I can’t.”

Silence, followed by shallow breaths. You pull your head up this time, only for him to push it right back down. You huff.

“Chika, I’ll come right back. Let go.”

“No.” His brows furrow for a split second, eyes still shut. 

“I will pee right now. I am not joking.”

No you won’t, and yes you are, he thinks.

“If I get a UTI because of you I will never let it go. You won’t hear the end of it.”

Silence. 

“I’ll start sleeping on the couch, even.”

Silence. He knows you’re bluffing. His eye twitches anyway.

“Endo lets me get up when I need to…maybe I’ll go to his place tonight instead.”

That’s because Endo is a pushover, he thinks. Wait. What did you just say?

One amber eye cracks open again to peer down at you. Your gaze meets his even with his hand pressed to the top of your head, eyes laced with determination and just a hint of desperation that he may or may not pick up on, depending on how groggy he is. He watches you strain against his grip a bit longer before letting go, shivering at the loss of contact when you jolt up. 

Pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek and pulling the comforter up to cover his head, you run off to the bathroom, hissing at the contact of the cold floor beneath your feet.

At this point, he’s spoken to you, so you know your sweet, drowsy Chika isn’t going to last much longer. The more awake he becomes, the less affectionate. With this in mind, you move as fast as you can, hoping that when you turn the corner to enter the bedroom he’ll still be a lump under the covers.

To your absolute delight, he is, rustling under them in an attempt to get warm. You poke at the lump to announce your arrival, giggling when he goes still for a split second. Before you know it, one arm reaches out to loop around your waist, sweeping you under the covers in an instant. 

You land on top of him with an oof, giggling as he pulls the covers over you wordlessly. Engulfed in darkness, warmth steadily returning to your bodies, you let out a sigh of relief. Maybe now you can fall back asleep.

“...I’m awake.”

Oh, right. You tense in preparation for him to toss the covers off, but the warmth only intensifies as he pulls you up to rest your head in the crook of his neck. Shocked, you blink, lashes tickling him and making him jerk away for a moment.

“Quit.”

“Sorry, wasn’t on purpose. Uh...do you wanna get up?”

“No. It’s warm.”

You smile, melting against him. “Mmkay.”

Takiishi is an enigma, an ever changing puzzle you have to fight to figure out. At the same time, he’s simple; fueled by his own desires and acting on them without thought. 

You hope the winter lasts just a bit longer this year.

[potatomountain]

CIY 15.5- Spinoff Chapter

Chan Spinoff

📍Pairing: Captain Bang Chan x detective afab reader

📍Summary: What happened that night with Chan?

📍WC: 1.8k

📍AU: detective. one night standish

📍Genre: one night stand, drunken consent, smut

📍Warning(s): 18+, oral (fem receiving)

📍Nets: @pirateeznet | @mirohs-aurora-society

📍Beta readers (and sole motivation): @flurrys-creativity , @candypop1611 , @yourfatherlucifer , @yessa-vie and edited by the amazing: @daemour

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It wasn’t the first time he’s picked up his team from a club or bar, or drove them all home after a celebration… but from the moment you and Hyunjin had gotten in his car he felt like something was different tonight. You were dressed up more than usual, the tight skirt riding up your thighs and the top so low he could almost make out your areolas in the seeming too bright car light.

You both climbed into his back seat, giggling like school girls and cheeks red. Hyunjin immediately started fiddling with your clothes, mumbling how all his hard work was ruined from all the dancing. You just giggled more, letting him touch you as he saw fit.

Strike three was when you locked eyes with him in the rearview mirror, your tongue darting out to run over your messed up lipstick. “Channie, Hyunjin is a buzz kill. He scared off this really hot guy I wanted to take home.”

Hyunjin scoffed, buckling you up while Chan’s hands gripped the steering wheel dangerously. “It’s a good thing he did, you’re far too drunk for that.”

You whined, pouting out your pretty lips as Hyunjin buckled in and Chan drove away from the curve. “Why are you always out to ruin my fun? Meanie.”

“You should be grateful I stepped in! Did you see his outfit? Absolutely atrocious and his hair looked like it hadn't been washed in days. I don’t want to hear about a UTI you got from riding a dirty dick.” Hyunjin sassed you back, slapping your hand when you reached for the window to roll it down. “It’s cold out, stop that.”

“You’re both big meanies!” Whining even louder, you slid down in your seat and pouted like a child. Normally Chan would find this side of you cute as it didn’t come out often, but he was already having a hard time controlling the jealousy that had surged.

He called out your name in a clipped tone, watching the way you straightened, staring at him in the mirror with apt attention. “I’ll let you do a bit more than desk work tomorrow if you are good and listen to your partner.”

“Yes Sir.” Instantly you sat still, humming to yourself with no more protests. It wasn’t what he had wanted to tell you, not at all, but Hyunjin was there and you had no idea just how bad he did want you. Plus, you were drunk and clearly out to get laid, he could only imagine what your response would have been if he had told you to be his good little girl for the car ride.

He refused to even think of it.

You listened for the drive while Hyunjin was feeding you the water that Chan had brought. The drive wasn’t that long as you two had been downtown and he planned to drop Hyunjin off first as he was farthest from Chan’s place. “You sure you’re good to head inside alone?” He asked him as he pulled up to the curb.

Hyunjin nodded, glancing over at you soundly asleep next to him. “Yeah, I don’t want to wake her and it's probably not a good idea to leave her alone in your car this late.”

“Fair. Then text me when you get inside. I’ll call you in the morning to see how that hangover is gonna be.”

Hyujin groaned as he got out of the car, mumbling “Don’t remind me.”

The drive to your place wasn’t far at all but you slept the few minutes it took. Chan didn’t want to get out just yet, instead watching you in the mirror until you finally stirred- only then did he jump into action.

He parked and opened your door to help you out as you struggled to wake up. When the two of you locked eyes your face lit up with a smile and Chan felt his chest tighten. “Let’s get you up to your place, Trouble.”

By the time he had dragged you up to your apartment door you were awake again and whining about your nonexistent sex life. Chan held his comments, instead just humming in agreement and half-assed comfort remarks.

You tumbled through your front door and Chan followed, helping you deeper in the apartment as you kicked your shoes off and tossed your bag somewhere. The two of you stumbled into your bedroom where you pulled out of his arms with a huff. “I’m going to get you some water and aspirin, stay right here.”

He turned to leave, wanting to make a quick exit. He heard some struggling as he grabbed you the water, returning to find you awkwardly trying to grab the back zipper of the dress. He sighed out your name, setting the water and aspirin down before stepping up behind you. “Let me help.”

He expected protest as you usually despised his help, so your compliance as your hands fell to the side and your head forward was a surprise to him. He swallowed hard as he pulled the zipper down, exposing your bare back to him. He stepped away almost as if it burned him, turning away from you. “There, get some rest now you have work tomorrow.”

“Channie… stay.” The broken whimper had him looking up and paling. You let the dress drop, only in your underwear as you stepped over to him. He knew he was getting flustered, hoping that in your drunken state you wouldn’t notice it. “I don't want to be alone tonight- please?” You dared to wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your body against his that went rigid. 

“That’s not a good idea, you’re drunk.” He kept his hands to himself, even as you nuzzled your face against his shoulder. 

“I’m drunk because you’re mean.” You nuzzled your nose against his neck which Chan had to hold back from reacting to.

“Because I took you off the Hwon case? Look-”

“No.” You interrupted him, softly nibbling on his neck as you pressed even closer. “You’re mean because you won’t fuck me. I’m so needy Channie-” You weren’t making the most sense, but Chan wasn’t about to argue when you latched onto his neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

Chan bit back a groan, his cock throbbing in his jeans and begging to be free. But instead, he pulled you away. “Let’s get you to bed.” He pulled you over, sat you down, and was about to leave you there when you took him by surprise, pulling him on top of you. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist, hands slipping into his hair as you stared up at him. “So needy, please- I just want to feel good. You can make me feel good can’t you Channie?” You ground your hips up into his, smiling when you felt his erection. “Want you inside of me, thick and throbbing and deep. Can you imagine that? Don’t you want it.”

“Fuck- I must be the drunk one.” He felt like he was going insane, your words going right to his dick. “You want to cum that badly?”

You hummed out excitedly at the shift in his tone, continuing to grind against him. “Please- want it so bad.”

“Then be a good fucking girl for me and listen.” There was a part of Chan that was screaming at him, asking him what the fuck he was doing, but that was completely drowned out by the way you moaned for him.

“Y-yes Sir, I’ll be good. So good for you, just you.”

It took every ounce of control he had not to give in any more than he did, but his hands were on your legs as his lips were on yours. He stilled your hips, pushing your legs up so he could pull your underwear up. He swore he’d keep his pants on, at all costs, but he could make you cum in other ways.

And he planned to.

He looked down as he spread your legs, noticing how wet you already were, pretty pussy clearly pampered with the intention of being on display tonight. Well your hard work wasn’t going to be wasted then, his thumb running over your slick, gathering it up and using it to rub at your clit. The sweet sound you made went straight to his dick, and he was determined to bring out more, bringing his mouth lower.

“Channie~” Your hands went right to his hair, tugging on the curls as he latched his lips onto your clit instead of his thumb. He pushed two fingers in, getting a taste for your arousal. Just as sweet as he thought it would be.

“That’s it Baby girl, just enjoy it.” He pressed his tongue against you, fingers moving around and twisting in search of your sweet spot. The longer he kept himself between your legs the more he was going to get addicted and want to stay. And he couldn’t do that.

He was already breaking so many of his own rules doing this, but how could he tell you no? You had no idea the power you had over him, how easily you could have him on his knees begging for you, especially if you acted like this sober. Fuck he wouldn’t stop himself from showing himself as deep as his fingers were in your tight cunt, but he would be deeper.

How he would love to make you cream all over his cock over and over until it was coated white. How he would love to make you cry from how good he was fucking you, not how he knew he was going to make you cry.

Perhaps he indulged in your sweet taste, and the sweet sounds you made tonight, because he knew what was coming. He knew you were going to hate him, curse his name and want to spit on his grave.

As selfish as it was, he pushed you to a climax, pulling his mouth away just so he could watch the way your face contorted with pleasure, committing it to memory. He was going to hear you cry his name like this in his dreams for months to come, and as he brought his slick fingers to his lips he knew he would never forget your taste.

The smile he gave you as you came down from your high tugged at his heart strings. He took his shirt off and climbed up the bed, gently pulling it onto you and you let him.

Just to capture him in a kiss, just as sweet as your other lips had been. He indulged, already so far in the hole that what was a kiss to add? He would clean you up once you slept but for now, he would indulge.

For one night, knowing you weren’t going to remember this, he was going to drown in you before he drowned you.

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An Ending

I decided to post this drafted comic, because there is NO way I would ever finish it. It’s been sitting in my drafts for MONTHS. So please forgive the horrible states of half-doneness? And the mess?

A bit that’s not as obvious because I never was able to color the way I wanted - during the opening scenes with Frisk, Asriel was supposed to be in full color. Then, after the time skip (blank screen) it was going to cut to green scale. (with clover in yellow) - then, blank screen, and back to flowey in full color cradling Clover’s soul.

This was supposed to imply (along with the flowey-eqse expressions and behavior of Asriel) that he’s actually been Flowey for the the whole conversation - it’s just that it was taking place in the mindscape, where he didn’t want to let go of “Asriel” for just a bit longer.

Sorry for the mess! And any OOCness. I just got a massive brain worm after I finished UTY. I’m sad I wasn’t able to finish it, but maybe someday I’ll come back… in case I don’t, though, here’s the draft.