#and my right hand's been acting up since i woke up today. so it's kinda hard to draw ahsahsh

[temeyes]

my wrist's been hurting all day but i saw a real cute [chibi tutorial,] i had to try it out LOL

[michelle-is-writing]

Relax, Donny Donowitz

I tried my best with German in this imagine as I know a little (just basics), so if there are any corrections that need to be made, please message me! Thank you!

Warning: violence, Nazis, death, brutality with a bat, gunfire, ending is a bit NSFW 

Word count: 2.1k~

For a week, the basterds had nothing to do. The very person they were trying to find had seemingly gone on holiday, and no information on where he had travelled to was available to us. As soon as he left, it seemed as if the world itself had calmed down. The men were finally able to write and send out their letters to their mothers and loved ones at home while others were left to rest and catch up on what was going on in the world that didn't involve the ongoing war or guns.

Specifically, Donny enjoyed the first few days of freedom from his duties as we were all able to stay at a hostel for that week and rest. The hostel was run by a kind man who, come to find, also hated the current ongoing regime in his home country. Because of this, he was more than willing to help the basterds in our mission.

Donny and I both got to have breakfast with each other every morning, and later on, we had the ability to get lost in each other in nothing but the bed sheets and moonlight without the possibility of anyone walking in or complaining. In a way, we got to finally act like a normal couple for once in a very long time. It was just us to ourselves, and we weren't complaining.

However, on the fifth day of rest, Donny seemed tense, almost irritated. He woke up, sat at the breakfast table, and drank coffee with me while I jotted down status reports on the missions we completed. Being the Basterd's (I guess you could say) secretary, it was my job to do such things. I wrote down information about soldiers and their lives, mission statuses and details, and even small facts about the Basterds themselves. Being the fiancé of the infamous "Bear Jew," my job was mildly easy as my source of information was usually right beside me when given the chance.

For Donny, on the other hand, his work mostly entailed beating the enemies to a pulp with his bat in hand or just simply shooting them. It was a way for him to release any fury and anger he held, while at the same time, protect his country and everyone involved in it. The opposing side was always his target, and if he were to see any of them at any time, he would surely pull back on his trigger and release the fire held within him.

"Donny, what's the matter?" I ask him, looking up from my papers to stare at the handsome man in front of me. In his usual attire, he's hot, but when he's dressed in nothing but a simple pair of cotton pants, the matching button-up top thrown off long ago, he looks absolutely delectable.

"I work too much," he simply answers, staring down at his cup of coffee, not an ounce of sugar or cream in the dark liquid. "I'm so used ta missions and fighting that... I kinda forgot how ta relax," he adds on with a small laugh as he turns his attention to look at me.

Smiling, I ponder through my thoughts for a few seconds before standing from the table and walking over to him. As soon as I’m within arms length of Donny, he pulls me close and sits me in his lap where he immediately begins pressing feather-like kisses against the exposed skin of my arm while his rough hands dance across my bare thighs. Just like his shirt, my pants had been long forgotten about as well.

"What if we had some fun today?" I suggest, instantly receiving Donny's eager lips on my neck. Before he can fully begin in his actions, I stop him with my hand on his head and a smile on my lips. "Not that type of fun," I quickly reiterate, gaining a groan of protest from the man.

"What if we went to a field and played... baseball?" I ask him, looking down to see him with an eyebrow raised questionably.

"Baseball?" He repeats the word in a question-like voice. "I haven't played that since we were in Boston," A few seconds pass before he smiles. "Although, I guess it would fun playing with you."

Almost immediately, he stands from his chair with me still in his arms. I can't help but giggle and wrap my arms around his neck even tighter, just as he likes it. I have to enjoy these moments with Donny because I never know when I'll be able to repeat them, or if I’ll get them again. Sometimes, missions can draw on from one week to one month, and during that time, the feeling of loneliness is inevitable. When you're so used to someone's warm arms around you all the time, you can't help but yearn for that when they're away.

Getting dressed was a hassle with Donny trying to kiss me at any chance he got, but I guess it isn't any different from what he's been doing for the past few years. Before leaving, we gathered his bat (free of any enemy blood, of course) and a ball the hostel keeper had lying around. We then traveled out to a field not too far from the inn, no one else out in the field despite the sun being out and the weather pleasant. I wasn’t going to complain, however; that leaves it all to Donny and me to enjoy ourselves.

Smiling at the dark haired man, I pitch the ball to him which he skillfully hits, letting him score a home-run while I run to get the ball, ultimately running out of air as I run back. "Woo-hoo!" Donny shouts, victoriously throwing his arms in the air as he stands at the base. "Still got it, baby, yeah!"

"Oh, quiet down!" I tease him, hunching over to catch my breath as he quickly heads over to where I stand. Donny merely grins at my comment before I raise back up, still a bit out of breath. Placing my hands on my hips, I watch as Donny's smile turns into a focused frown, his eyes cast toward the forest behind me. Turning my head, I don't see anything, but my ears do catch something.

"Do you hear that?" Donny asks, receiving a nod back from me. Without a second thought, he takes my hand in his before walking toward that secluded part of the woods, not forgetting to grab his bat he dropped when he first hit the ball. Walking closer to the tall trees, I pick up more on what the noise is. It's people talking to each other in another language.

"Is that German?" Donny asks me, receiving another nod. Stopping beside a big pine, I try to listen in on the conversation. "Can you understand it?" He whispers.

"I think," I answer him. Aside from Hugo, I also serve as a translator to the Basterds for German having learned it in my youth. Leaning my head closer to sounds, I can hear the conversation more, but only bits and pieces.

"Zwei Leute,"

"Two people," I say the translation.

"Juden,"

"Jewish,"

"Feuer… Haus,"

"Fire... house,"

My eyes widening, I look back at Donny. "I think someone's talking about setting a house on fire," I tell him, his widening just like mine before he crawls through the forest with me beside him. Taking slow and quiet steps, we try to be as silent as possible as we soon find the owners of the voices. Sure enough, the two men sharing the conversation are decked out in Nazi attire, the bands on their arms giving them away immediately. As the two smoke cigars, they point out toward the part of the field that leads out to the civilian life. Looking around the rest of the woods, I don't see anyone else, and since the sun is bright out today, I'm pretty confident that the two are by themselves.

"When I say three, toss the ball in the air," Donny whispers, successfully avoiding gaining attention from the two enemies. Walking a few steps behind me, he swings his bat low to the ground as if he were readying it. "Stay there," He tells me, before counting down. "One... two... three," With the last number, emitting from his lips, he whistles loudly as I toss the ball into the air.

Right as both of the nazis turn to look at us, Donny swings his bat at the ball, successfully hitting the ball and making it fly into one of the Nazi's in the head. While the first nazi stumbles backward, now unconscious, the second one reaches for his gun, but he's too slow as Donny wastes no time in running up and hitting the man in the stomach before spinning and hitting him in the back of his head with the wooden instrument. Just like his fellow cretin, he falls to the ground as well, except in his case, his heart stops beating and body convulses in response to Donny's harsh hit.

Giving him one more hit on the ground, Donny moves on to the other man, turning him on his back so he can face him. Ripping the gun from the man's side, Donny tosses it over to me where I grab it and ready it, just in case. Donny then aggressively slaps the man repeatedly who wakes up on the fifth hit with a bloody nose.

"Wake up, sleepy head!" Donny taunts, the Bear Jew coming out in full force. The man holds his hands up to protect himself, making Donny laugh. "Give us your mission details, you piece of shit," Donny says to the man, only to receive a weird look. He must not speak English.

Walking up to the two, I get on the same level as Donny before holding the tip of the welrod to the man's neck, his eyes flashing in fear in response to a gun he stole being pressed against his neck. "Gib uns die stadtplan, oder wir schneiden deine kopf ab," I tell the man, speaking full German.

Eyes wide, the man shakily reaches down and takes out a piece of paper, but I can tell that isn't the map. Cocking the gun, I aim it toward his knee cap without looking and shoot, the only sound following being the man's cry of pain thanks to the gun's built-in silencer.

"Der echte eins," I demand, seeing Donny in the corner of my eye smirking.

"Kapitulation, kapitulation!" The man cries out, pulling another paper out of his jacket pocket. Yanking it from the man's grasp, I flip it open and see the familiar cities around Belgium, the Imperial Eagle stamped onto specific locations such as public buildings and flats.

"Thank you," I mutter, walking backward as I stare at the map more. Over the top of the page, my eyes catch Donny quickly break back into his badass persona before beating the nazi's face to a pulp with each brutal swing of his bat. Once he's done, he wipes the blood from his face and walks over to me where he peers down at the piece of paper in my hands.

"Can't bring you anywhere," I joke, handing him the map to look over. Smiling, I press a kiss against his lips, quickly receiving one back before he pulls me close to him. "Work just seems to follow you."

"You're the one who finds all'ar missions, baby," He responds, smirking as he kisses my cheek. "And it looks like you found the rest of 'em for all of Belgium," With the discovery, Donny seems happy and almost proud in a way. Looking back at the map with him, I find myself sighing a little. Our long weekend is over, but at the same time, the Basterds are closer to their victory, and Donny's got his mojo back.

“Just warn me next time you decide to shoot a man in front of me.” Donny’s voice breaks me away the map and over to him as he now stands behind me. I raise an eyebrow at him curiously, but he simply continues smirking before leaning his face into my neck and pressing his hips into mine, something hard and eager poking into my back. “Almost fucked you right here in the forest, babe,” I gasp, just in time for him to bite at my neck harshly. “You really have no fucking clue.”

Translations :

Gib uns die stadtplan, oder wir schneiden deine kopf ab,

Give us the map, or we rip your head off,

Der echte eins,

The real one,

Kapitulation, kapitulation!

Surrender, surrender!

Welrod: Welrod was a European gun made during the Second World War

[jujumin-translates]

[A3!] ★ Main Story | Act 15 - Painful RE:bake | Episode 8 - An Easy-to-Understand Taste

*Classroom door slides open*

Keiku: Mornin’.

Female Classmate A: It’s not even remotely that early.

Female Classmate B: It’s lunchtime.

Female Classmate A: Where’d you stay yesterday?

Keiku: His house.

Classmate A: My place.

Classmate B: So why’d you come here by yourself and leave Keiku behind?

Classmate A: I told you I at least woke him up.

Female Classmate B: Why don’t you come to my house today~? My parents won’t say anything.

Keiku: Women are a pain in the ass.

Female Classmate B: You’re sooo mean! 

Classmate B: Well, staying at a girl’s house is a bad idea for a lot of reasons.

Keiku: …

Classmate A: Where are you headed?

Keiku: School store. I want somethin’ sweet.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Kureha: …Hmm …The pudding was hard to pass up, but… I was in the mood for a donut today …Though, it’s the last of either of them, so…

Girl A: Ah, Kureha-kun’s troubled.

Girl B: He has been for a while now.

Girl A: He’s so cute~. He’s such a blorbo.

Keiku: (...Blorbo, huh?)

*Keiku takes something from Kureha*

Keiku: --.

Kureha: Huh?

*Keiku walks away*

Store Clerk: Pudding and a donut, that’ll be 300 yen. Thank you.

Kureha: Wait, you-- I was just about to make my decision. I can’t believe you just took both of them…

Keiku: I’ll take the pudding.

Kureha: Huh?

Keiku: …Your hair reminds me of cheesecake.

Kureha: Hold on, wait, I need to--.

Keiku: ‘S’on me.

*Keiku walks away*

Kureha: --Thank you!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Keiku: (Pudding and donuts have the same sweetness anyway.)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Female Classmate A: …If I’m being honest, Keiku-kun is cool but kinda scary.

Classmate B: He must be psycho or something ‘cause you can never tell what he’s thinking.

Female Classmate A: Exactly.

Female Classmate B: And is that thing on his face like a burn or something? Or is it from an accident? Like a scar from a fight or something?

Classmate A: Nah, I think he was just born with it.

Female Classmate B: Really?

Female Classmate A: Can’t you just like get that kinda thing fixed?

Classmate A: He doesn’t want to.

Classmate B: You sure know a lot. Ask him more questions, Master of Strange Creatures.

Classmate A: Bet. I’ll tame him with something sweet.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Keiku: …

Keiku: (...It’s still hard to tell what this is except that it hurts and it’s sweet, just like always.)

Keiku: (Whatever, I could just go into the classroom and beat the hell outta those guys.)

Keiku: (If I hit ‘em as hard as I could, my hands would get all tingly and they’d probably be terrified. Yeah, now that’s easy to understand.)

Keiku: (But that guy’s house is one of the places I sleep. I’ll just go for somethin’ sweet today, not somethin’ painful.)

Keiku: …

Keiku: …Now I want cheesecake.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Camera clicks*

Towa: How was that?

Ibuki: God, none of these are useable! Again.

Towa: Seriously~? Even this one?

Ibuki: Hurry.

Towa: But they all look the same to me…

*Camera clicks*

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Towa: How’s this?

Ibuki: …Hm, well, whatever.

Towa: Haaah…

Ibuki: The cheesecake here is really good. Hurry up and eat it.

Towa: After taking all those videos and pics, I’m finally allowed to eat… Hm?

Towa: Huh, this is really good!

Ibuki: I know, right?

Towa: This is the best cheesecake I’ve ever had! The cheese is so rich yet refreshing, what the heck?

Towa: I’m gonna get some to-go for my aunt… Tokyo’s amazing…

Ibuki: Anyway, how are things going with finding the other two troupe members?

Towa: I want one of them to be someone who can do action.

Ibuki: Hmm?

Towa: Like MANKAI Company’s Autumn Troupe members!

Ibuki: Alright, that’s enough of your ManPani brainrot. Well, I guess I do hope we get a good cast of characters.

Ibuki: I’m sure if we put something on TikTak saying we’re recruiting members we’d find people in no time, but what do you think?

Towa: Hmm… I think it’s important to have good chemistry with your troupemates, since you’re gonna be friends with them for a long time and have to talk about a lotta things with them.

Towa: That’s why I still wanna scout people out with my own eyes.

Ibuki: Gotcha, I’ll leave it to you then.

Towa: Still, I can’t just sit back and relax too much…

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Store Clerk A: If you’re in line, please come to this register.

Store Clerk A: This cake set will be 970 yen. How would you like to pay?

Towa: I’ll use ONIGIRI Pay--.

Store Clerk B: Are you sure about the 20 pieces of cheesecake?

Keiku: I’m sure.

Store Clerk B: That’ll be 8400 yen. I’ll go get those for you.

Towa: --.

Keiku: …What?

Towa: Ah, I’m sorry--.

Store Clerk B: Thank you so much.

*Keiku walks away*

Towa: …

Ibuki: Whatcha looking at?

Towa: For some reason… That guy caught my eye.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Keiku: Mhm… Awphm…

Passerby A: Huh, was he eating cheesecake just now?

Passerby B: I’ve never seen someone walk while eating cheesecake before.

Juza: …

Keiku: ? 

Keiku: I don’t really have time for a fight right now, but--.

Juza: That cheesecake… Where’d ya get it?

Keiku: Hah? At that café over there.

Juza: …”Fromage Maison”. I knew it. The last time I got a present it was from that store.

Juza: Thanks. Ya were a real help.

Keiku: …--.

Keiku: What’s your name?

Juza: Juza Hyodo.

Keiku: …Guess not. Awmph…

Juza: …Looks good enough to eat.

Keiku: Huh?

Keiku: (Did he say it looked good…? My face…?)

Keiku: …

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[obeymestory]

Obey Me!! (Demon Brothers x Reader Lemon Story)

Warning!!: This chapter contains content that isn't suitable for children. This specific chapter contains; rough coitus, multiple position changes, teasing, jealousy, multiple rounds, slight manhandling, pure dominance, over stimulation, orgasm control, cum leaking, making out, begging, spanking, demon popping out, cuss words, cream pies, dirty talk, cunnilingus. and praising. The GIFS will still be signaling a time skip.

Enjoy this chapter and just remember; You have been warned.

Chapter 4 - Mammon's Turn.

You woke up to a gentle kiss on your forehead from Belphie, stretching your limbs and getting ready for another day of school.

After breakfast you and the demon brothers all headed to RAD.

After all the classes and your first few exams, you heard the intercom make an announcement.

"All student council members head to the meeting room immediately."

That was definitely Lucifer's voice.

You quickly walked to the meeting room and sat in your seat, the demon brothers all soon sitting at the table.

"You all know why we're here today."

Lucifer started, glancing at you then all of his brothers, sighing and shaking his head as he looked at Mammon then you.

"Y/N. Unfortunately I'm letting you stay in Mammon's room."

Mammon pumped his fist in the air and all the other brothers groaned.

"Dats' what I'm talkin' 'bout."

Mammon said, laughing victoriously and grinning widely.

"Ya' get to stay wit' the great Mammon!!"

Almost all the brothers rolled their eyes and scoffed, especially Belphie and Satan.

"Are you sure that's a wise decision, Lucifer?"

Satan disapproved, sighing and earning an equal nod of disapproval from Belphie, the youngest.

"I've made up my mind. I hate it as much as you all do."

Lucifer said firmly, speaking again after a moment.

"You're all dismissed."

The brothers stood up from all of their seats, all of them groaning at the announcement they were forced to listen to, Mammon was the only one with a dorky grin on his face as if he stole another wallet from his brothers again.

"Ey'! Y/N!! Y/N!!- Wait up!"

Mammon shouted, catching up to you from down the hallway and walking with you back to the house of Lamentations, elbowing you playfully.

"Ya' get to spend da' night with me!! Aren't ya' excited?!~"

You snickered in response and hesitantly nodded to make him happy, even though he didn't need the ego boost.

"Dats right!! Ya' know yer' stuff human!"

Mammon was ecstatic, it was obvious by the stupid smile on his face and how he was almost skipping down that hallway with you beside him.

Once you both arrived he held his hand up and did his usual "see you" and walked off to probably go steal items out of his brothers rooms, like the scumbag he was.

Meanwhile you took a peek into your room again, some demon workers were currently fixing the wall and moving stuff out of the way so they could work, at least they were finally getting to your room somewhat.

You asked if you could grab a few things from your room and they grabbed it for you since the supplies they were working with were kinda toxic to humans.

You gratefully took your stuff from them, glad that at least a few demons cared about your health, putting your items in Mammon's bathroom then getting undressed out of your school uniform so you could put on your casual clothing.

Afterwards you went out with all the demon brothers to dinner, Lucifer once again having to pay for the entire meal, you couldn't help but feel kinda sorry for his wallet.

"Mammon..."

Asmo spoke up during dinner, noticing his wallet was gone and glaring at the greedy demon sitting in front of him.

"What?"

Mammon asked, taking another bite of his food and acting like he didn't know what was wrong, Asmo scoffed and put a hand out for his wallet.

"Give me my wallet. Now."

Mammon huffed and crossed his arms.

"I dunno whatcha' talkin' about."

You glanced at Mammon and pulled the stolen wallet out of his pocket without him having a second to react, handing it to Asmo immediately, earning and bright smile from lustful demon.

"Oh thank you, Y/N!!~ I knew I could count on you!! ❤"

Asmo said gratefully, perking up and murmuring.

"Can I repay you in anyway?~"

Mammon glared and put his hand on your thigh firmly, making you jolt and shake your head in an instant, unable to say "yes" without worrying about the grip becoming tighter on your leg.

"Aww... okie."

Mammon loosened his grip, his jealousy slowly disappearing as he continued eating the meal he ordered.

Once the dinner was finished and the bill was paid for you all headed back to the house of Lamentations.

You specifically went to head to Mammon's room but felt a gentle hand on your shoulder, making you jolt.

"If he does anything stupid, let me know."

Lucifer remarks, going to his room and pulling his hand away from your shoulder.

You entered Mammon's room and went to use the shower, doing your usual routine.

As you stepped out of the shower you realized your pajamas were still in the twins room, which meant you had to wear one of Mammon's robes, luckily he had a few.

You chose a slim black one and tied it around your waist to close it up, ruffling your hair with the towel to dry it as you stepped out of Mammon's bathroom.

You saw that Mammon was setting up the pool balls in the triangular rack then rolling it to the center of the pool table, pulling the rack away to leave the perfectly set up triangle of pool balls, putting the white ball across from the balls and centering it.

Mammon grabbed the chalk and put it at the end of the cue stick, chalking the tip of it then putting the chalk down on one of the edges of the pool table, leaning over and lifting up the cue stick, knocking the white ball perfectly to scatter all the pool balls around the table, making some even go into the basket holes.

Mammon finally noticed you and put his pool stick on the pool table, waving.

"Ey' Y/N."

He grinned and looked back at the pool table.

"Ya' see how perfectly I set dat' up?"

Mammon asked, looking back at you and hoping you saw his expertise in setting up a pool table.

You nodded and laughed softly, sitting on one of the black couches near the transparent table in front of the projection screen nearby.

He looked back at you and noticed you were wearing one of his robes, making him blush slightly and look away like the tsundere he was.

"Who said ya' could use one of my robes, huh?"

You jolted and sighed, responding after a moment.

"I forgot my clothes in the twins room..."

He shook his head and rolled all the pool balls into the pockets around the pool table, going to his room lights and dimming them slightly as he sat beside you on the black couch.

"Ya' know... I don' like the way Asmo was talkin' to ya' earlia."

You shivered at his protective tone, he took off his yellow glasses and stood up, looking down at you and huffing adorably.

"Neva'mind... Imma go shower."

With that; Mammon went to his bathroom and took a shower, you looked around his huge room, knowing he was definitely a spender based on all the expensive stuff in his room.

You did notice how most things in his room took two or more people to do things with, like some video game controllers, the pool table, and many other things.

Maybe Mammon was a scumbag, but he did enjoy time with his brothers.

He probably wasn't willing to admit it, but he really loves his brothers and spending quality time with them, despite the constant ratting on and rude comments.

You smiled to yourself, silently observing his room and looking up at the projection screen, deciding to turn on a movie since you were able to, remembering how to do so from one of the movie nights you had with the demon brothers in the past.

You decided to choose something funny since you needed a good laugh, and watched the movie while Mammon was showering.

~Smut warning~

After 15 minutes into the movie you heard Mammon open the door and come out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and another towel in his hands, drying his hair as he peeked at what you were watching.

"Whatcha' watchin'?"

He asked curiously, walking to you and sitting beside you, glancing at you as you told him what you were watching, he simply nodded, putting the damp towel he used to dry his hair with over the arm of the couch, gently pushing you down so your head rested on the towel he just put down.

You gasped and watched him spread open your robe then open your legs, immediately diving between your legs and starting lick your pink slick folds, his hands pressing on your inner thighs and keeping them open, you went to cover your mouth but he reached up and pulled your hand away from your lips.

"Nuh uh. Don't cover up ya' noises... I wanna hear em'."

Mammon murmured against your clit, you nodded, arching your back as he ate you out, keeping his gaze fixed on you, his mouth whispering again against your cunt this time.

"Focus on da' movie."

He ordered, making you shiver and nod, looking up at the projection screen but struggling to focus due to how distracting he was at the moment, Mammon grinned.

"What's wrong?~"

Mammon teased, moving his tongue faster, making you gasp out in pleasure as his tongue started hitting the right spot on your clit over and over.

"Am I too much for you?~"

He added, the way he was talking was driving you insane but you couldn't control yourself as he licked your womanhood so well, your hands moving and gripping the cushions of the couch.

Your gaze kept switching back and forth between him and the screen, you were struggling, hard.

Mammon suddenly stopped and motioned you to roll over, you nodded and immediately did as you were told, rolling over.

He moved you so you were facing the projection screen, and gripped your hips, lifting you up slightly so your ass was in the air and so your chest was against the couch.

Mammon reached around and untied the robe you borrowed from him, pulling it off and moving his slender hands up your curvy figure, you shivered at his touch.

"Fuck... you're so... sexy."

He pulled off his towel and pumped his cock a few times, looking at your body and biting his bottom lip, you couldn't see what he was doing, your gaze being kinda forced to look up at the projection screen, and your breasts being smushed against the couch cushions.

Mammon suddenly slid inside your womb, making you cross your eyes and moan desperately, his hands making their way up your curves to the back of your shoulders, his frame looming over yours and pressing the palms of his hands down against your skin to keep you pressed against the couch firmly.

"N-ngh... fuck. Y-ya' pussy... nnmmM~"

He leaned his head back as he felt your folds tighten around his length, slowly starting to move his hips, pounding your womb rough yet slow, making you release a moan every time he moved in and out of you.

"Such amazin' sounds... ngh... such a good girl."

He praised, keeping one hand pressed against the back of your shoulder and the other moving down to grip your backside, moving his hips more rhythmically.

"Moan louda'... be a good girl for me."

Mammon groaned softly in pleasure, moving his hips faster against yours, you rolled your eyes into the back of your head and obeyed his request, moaning louder and gasping out in pleasure once more as his tip suddenly started to hit the right spot, he noticed immediately.

"Yeah? Right there?~"

He grinned, spanking your backside and making it jiggle slightly, gripping it again immediately after doing that.

"I'm gonna fuck the shit outta' you tonight."

He stated, moving his hips even quicker and making you get on the edge of a climax as he sped up.

"Ah~ Y-ya' pulsating around me.. mmph~"

Mammon moved his hand off of your ass and put it back on your other shoulder, keeping you pressed against the couch, and leaning down to whisper in your ear.

"Beg. Beg ta' cum. Beg to fuckin' cum all over my cock."

You gasped, practically drooling due to all the pleasure and arousal, your clit pulsing as he said such a thing into your ear.

"Pl-please n-ngh~ May I- a-aH!~ May I cum? Pl-please may I climax a-all over your c-cock?-"

You begged, hearing him let out a satisfied growl near your ear, looming back up and gripping your hips suddenly, pulling your hips back to clash against his as he fucked you without remorse.

"Cum."

He grunted firmly, making you release immediately and tighten around his member, your moans substantially getting louder as he continued to pound your pussy.

"Good girl. G-Good fucking girl."

Mammon praised, groping your ass cheeks and suddenly exploding his seed deep inside you, slowly pulling out and giving you a cream pie, grinning at his work and catching his breath with you for a bit.

~Another smut warning~

Halfway through the movie he pulled you on top of him, looking up at you as you suddenly straddled his hips, moving his hands up to grip your curves.

"Put me in."

Mammon ordered, you shivered and nodded, easing down onto his cock and straining a soft moan as he stretched you out again, your womb leaking some of his juices from earlier.

He grinned and pulled you down more on him, making his move deeper inside you, he murmured.

"I did say I was finna' fuck the shit outta' ya'."

He reminded, starting to thrust up into you, since you had eased down onto the right spot as soon as you put him inside you; he was already hitting the right spot over and over, making you throw your head back in ecstasy.

"Yeah... n-ngh. Such a good p*ssy ya' have~"

Mammon leaned his head back, gripping your hips harder and pulling you down onto his cock more, moving his hips faster, your breasts bouncing constantly in response and your moans growing even louder.

"Good girl. Keep being loud fa' me."

He growled, your moans strained for a few seconds, making you moan quieter, his demon form suddenly popped out, his horns, wings, and tail summoning.

"Grrr.... Loud. I said loud."

Mammon snarled, making you shiver and roll your eyes into the back of your head again, his thrusts becoming harder against that sensitive spot inside you, your moans going crazy.

"Good. Dat's what I want~"

He grinned, seeming more satisfied, his demon form still summoned and active, you were on the edge again and he knew instantly this time since he remembered how you felt around him last time when you were close.

"Start begging."

He demanded, making you nod quickly and cross your eyes, desperately begging to climax again.

"Pl-please!! Please let me cum!! Please let me cum again-!~"

Mammon hummed, allowing that and moving faster, giving you a nod.

"Go ahead."

You gasped and nodded quickly again, arching your back and screaming his name this time as you let go, he groaned at you tightening around him again, pumping another load into your pussy and making you overflow with his fluids.

He shifted and pushed you on your back on the couch, putting his head between your breasts and giving you that same dominant gaze.

"Wrap ya' legs around me."

Mammon said, your legs reacting on their own and wrapping around his waist, he grinned and muffled noises against your sternum as he started to thrust again inside you, giving you another round.

"Ya' not gonna be able to walk when I'm done wit' chya'."

He latched his mouth onto one of your breasts and swirled his tongue around your nipples individually, constantly switching back and forth between each nipple as he pounded your pussy.

You were already shaking from two rounds, but if he was gonna give you more than that then you were kinda screwed, both literally and figuratively.

You were an absolute mess beneath him, your head leaning back and your eye sight only being able to see stars, your mind all clouded from ecstasy.

"My name. Mm. Scream my name again."

Mammon demanded, your mouth immediately screaming his name over and over in pleasure, not even giving it any thought, not that you could even think right now.

"Good girl. Keep dat' up."

He moaned against your chest, burying his head back between your tits, his hands moving down and his arms wrapping around your waist, filling you up again and making you seep more of his thick white semen.

Mammon panted, taking a few more thrusts and catching his breath with you again, and picking you up without warning, carrying you and pinning you against the wall, putting your legs up on his shoulders and pushing as deep as he could inside you, his tip grazing your cervix.

He held you up with both of his hands, connecting his lips to yours and intertwining both of your tongues together, he couldn't get enough of you.

"Mmph... Mm~"

He muffled against your soft lips, thrusting less harsh than the last few rounds due to knowing how deep he was, and wanting to make you feel amazing but not wanting to hurt you either.

You were still shaking, having had several orgasms already because of him, silently appreciating how he was being less harsh than the past three rounds.

The movie ended and rolled the credits as he muffled more desperate noises into your mouth, continuing to make out with you while he railed your pussy, seeming more sensitive now that he released so many times already.

"N-Ngh... mm. I'm gonna fill you again. You wanna be filled again?~ Say it. Tell me you wanna be filled again."

Mammon murmured against your lips, you nodded and said it for him.

"I w-want it... I wanna be filled by you again~"

He grinned in a satisfying way, dumping another load into you, and stopping his hips, kissing you passionately.

He carried you over to the pool table, laying your body over the edge of it, bending you over and spreading your pussy lips, gazing at the thick liquid seeping out of your cunt, biting his bottom lip once more.

You panted softly, your breasts pressing against the green fabric of the pool table, he let you catch your breath for a bit before shoving his cock back inside you.

Your nails clawed the pool table, your mind going blank again, mentally surprised at how much of a drive the greedy demon had.

"Don't ruin dat'... or you'll have to pay to replace it~"

Mammon spanked your backside, thrusting slower than all of his past rounds, enjoying this round with you this time and not rushing to climax, not thrusting hard at all this time and just thrusting a little above what would be considered gentle, it was just enough to please you at least.

"Now... Imma take my time with ya'."

He murmured, leaning down and kissing down your spinal cord, his hands moving and caressing your ass cheeks, the sound of clapping echoing throughout the entire room.

"N-ngh... mm..."

Mammon's moans were becoming more desperate each time he pulled his hips back, he was just as sensitive as you were right now,

"S-so... nMmmM~"

He groped both of your cheeks spread them, watching his own cock slide in and of your pussy.

"Ah... Y-Y/N~ n-ngh... mmM~"

You heard him moan and move more slowly, his legs shaking due to how many times he's come inside you, his hips rocking back and forth more fluently now as if he's locked the rhythm down in his mind.

You were still a mess, full of his cum, and being unable to think straight.

"C-Crap... m-mmm..."

Mammon's horns, tails, and wings, suddenly disappearing, you could tell he was about to lose himself entirely.

He pulled you off the pool table slightly and made you lean just enough so your ass was pressed against his hips, making him push deeper inside you.

"NgGh... Y/N!!!!~"

Mammon screamed your name loudly, his voice echoing throughout the room, luckily the walls were thick.

He panted heavily and twitched inside you, filling you up and pulling out, catching you before you fell, and weakly carrying you to his bed, luckily it was right across the way from the pool table.

Mammon gently laid you down and wobbled over to the transparent table in front of the projection screen, turning off the movie and screen, then flicking off the lights and flopping onto the bed right next to you.

He was a shaking and panting mess, as were you, but he looked like he was struggling more than you were.

You scooted closer to him and shakily wrapped your arms around him, he immediately did the same, his arms pulling you close so you were pressed up against him like a little spoon.

Mammon planted a few exhausted kisses across your jawline and down your neck, murmuring sleepily.

"'Dank ya'... mm. I really needed ya'..."

He whispered breathlessly into your ear, cuddling you close to him and eventually covering you both up with the blankets on his king sized bed, making sure the two of you caught your breath and cooled off before doing so.

He immediately brought you close to him again, both of your nude bodies slightly molding together due to sweat and pressing against each other.

"Mm... sorry if ya' can't walk tomorrow."

You jolted and realized that he mentioned that earlier, but now that you could process it without your mind being clouded you weakly punched his shoulder playfully, earning a soft laugh from Mammon.

"Ey... I said; "sorry"~"

You huffed and cuddled him, murmuring faintly after a few minutes of just holding him peacefully.

"Good night, Mammon."

Mammon smiled and whispered back.

"Night Y/N."

He kept his arms locked around you the entire night, loosening his grip only slightly when you wanted to roll over, and just pulling you right back against his body.

You sure got the best sleep you've ever had in a while this night, that's for sure.

Chapter 4 - End

[theplanetofthesnapes]

Happy Accidents

Sorry it’s been such a long time since I posted anything. Life happened and then I struggled to find the motivation but I hope you like this one.

Summary: You find out you’re pregnant after a one night stand with Snape.

Warnings: talk about pregnancy, menstruation that kinda stuff, also references to sex and minor bad language.

I woke up and it felt like a normal day. I get in the shower and get dressed for another day of work as assistant in the greenhouses at Hogwarts. Today I have a great day ahead of me…not, repotting the mandrakes is my least favourite job and I always end up with a massive headache no matter how tightly I put on my earmuffs.

I go to the breakfast hall and sit at my normal seat at the end of the staff table and look out at all the students and smile because those Weasley twins seem to have put something in Lee Jordan’s pocket and I can guarantee it’s something that Lee Jordan probably wouldn’t want in his pocket. Soon enough I can hear a small chirping sound and Lee Jordan looking rather annoyed as he pulls a handful of crickets out of his pocket and attempts to dump them on the twin’s heads.

It’s all going great until he walks in, he walks passed where I’m sitting. “Morning Severus”. I say cheerily.

“Morning” he retorts not even glancing in my direction. My heart sinks, I mean it’s not like I expected him to be in love with me or suddenly be my best friend after what happened the other week after Slughorn’s party but did he really need to act like he didn’t even know me? Maybe I’m thinking too much into it, I mean so what we had sex and now I like him but he clearly doesn’t feel the same way. It’s not like I won’t get over it right? But he could at least smile when I say hi and not just treat me like anyone else, the same way he treats his students.

I shake my head determined not to let his not so warm greeting get to me and ruin my day and start chatting with Poppy who is sat next to me.

After breakfast I go down to the greenhouse where Pomona was taking her 3rd year Herbology class, I sit at the back and start preparing the pots for the mandrakes that I am going to repot after the students leave. “Okay now I need to pop to the greenhouse next door I will be back in 15 minutes until then carry on with your venomous tentacula dethorning and any problems talk to Miss Y/L/N at the back” Pamona said as she nods at me and walks out of the classroom.

Ten minutes later a nervous looking Ravenclaw approaches me. “Miss Y/L/N?” she says timidly.

“How can I help?” I reply smiling warmly to try and ease her anxiety of whatever she’s about to say.

“I kinda need to go to the toilet, it’s um girl problems” she replies not looking at me.

Now this I can sympathise with, I write her up a pass and allow her to leave without question and as soon as the professor gets back I let her know she’s out of class and carry on my business. The interaction though got me thinking, it’s been a while since I last had my period, I count back in my head and shit I’m about a week and a half late. Shit shit shit, okay don’t panic, I mean I’ve been stressed recently and I’ve literally only had sex once with one person in the last month and I was careful. Except I’ve never been this late in my life. Oh man “don’t freak out, don’t freak out” I tell myself.

Once the break after first lesson arrives I tell Pomona that I have to slip out for a minute and briskly walk down to the hospital wing. Poppy is talking to a student so I wait a second. “Hey Y/N can I help you with something?” Poppy says after the student leaves with what looks like the cure for the Weasley’s puking pastilles, poor kid.

“Um yeah I was wondering if you maybe had anything, I don’t know how it works in the wizarding world being muggle born but um something to test for pregnancy.” I say trying to sound calm, I don’t want any rumours to be spread and Poppy is known to be a bit of a gossip so if I act panicked she’ll expect it to be some big scandal. Which if I am pregnant it probably will be, oh god no I can’t think like that.

She doesn’t even look phased “Oh yes, well I do have the wizard methods but I’ve found the muggle pregnancy tests to actually be much more effective, here you go all you have to do is…”

“Thanks Poppy, yes I know what to do and um could we maybe keep this between us, I’m barely even late yet I don’t want it to get out, it might not even be…” You trail off.

“Oh of course my darling, I take an oath as a healer I would never tell anybody. But sweetie if it’s positive please let me know if I can help you out in any way.” She replies with a warm smile.

I run to my room where thankfully I have my own private bathroom and do the test. The next three minutes are torture as I pace back and forth not daring to glance at the stick that will soon predict my future better than Professor Trelawney ever could. Finally my timer goes off and I go quickly to pick up the stick not being able to bare waiting anymore and glance down.

My heart feels like it stops. Two lines. I’m pregnant… and Severus Snape is the father.

The next two days are fuelled with anxiety and indecision. I did three more tests to make sure and they were pretty conclusive. So I made up my mind I do need to tell Severus as soon as possible so then I know what page he’s on and I can then decide what to do but every time I build up the courage to walk to his office I chicken out. Finally I see him walk down the steps to the dungeon after classes have finished for the day so I follow him. I see him in his office through the frosty glass window and I’m about to knock the door when I chicken out again. I’m about to walk away when I hear “Is someone out there?” Shit Severus noticed I was there well I guess there’s no turning back now.

“Um yeah hi, it’s me I err I was hoping maybe we could talk.” I say and my heart is racing so much it can’t be good for the baby.

“Very well come in then.” He said sounding bored with the conversation before it’s even started.

“Hi” I say as I walk in slowly.

“Hello” he replies warily.

“God okay so umm you know that thing that happened the other week after Slughorn’s party that we haven’t really spoken about or even acknowledged or anything.” I say rambling because I really don’t know how I’m going to start what I’m going to say.

“Yes I’m aware of when we had intercourse after one too many firewhiskeys” he smirks.

“Ah yes well about that” I say still stalling.

“Look I’ll save you the trouble of you telling me how much you regret it, I understand that in a sober state no woman would want to be with me and that you must be repulsed by yourself right now and I was trying to save myself by avoiding you the last month in order to maintain at least some of my dignity.” He says seemingly getting annoyed now.

I’m shocked “What? Severus, oh my god no I don’t think that, I don’t regret it at all. In fact I was honestly kind of upset you were ignoring me, it felt like you had just used me and then treated me like everyone else like what we did that night meant nothing, less than nothing in fact.” I can feel my eyes start to well up as I speak. “Don’t cry, don’t cry” I tell myself internally cause that really won’t help the situation.

“Wait, are you telling me you really don’t regret that night?” He responds hopefully.

“No I don’t Severus and even if you never want to see me again I’m happy we did it, I feel like I saw a whole new side of you that night. One that was kind and caring compared to this hard shell I’ve seen since then.” I reply softly.

“You’d want to see me again?” He looks a lot less solemn now as he replies, maybe even happy I can’t tell.

“I mean yeah but I ugh that’s before I”

He cuts me off “Oh I see you found someone else” his face falls again.

“No damnit Severus please just let me talk, I’m trying to tell you I’m pregnant.” I say almost shouting it at him. He looks shocked, the tears that were threatening to leak out before now do and roll down my cheeks. “And it’s yours just in case there is any doubt” I say in almost a whisper at this point.

Severus stands up and walks over to me, he pulls me into his arms and lets me cry. After a minute he says softly “How long have you known?” There was no hint of anger in his voice anymore “I did notice the last few days something has been off”.

I pull back to look up at him “You noticed that? I found out two days ago, I’ve been building up the courage to tell you since then” I say weakly.

He chuckles. “Yes I did notice you skulking around the dungeons a lot, and I thought it must be because you wished to talk to me but I didn’t say anything since given how I thought this conversation was going to go. I wanted to avoid it at all costs. Have you thought at all about what you want to do? It’s okay if you haven’t there’s time and it must be a shock to you. If I’m honest I don’t know how to process it myself just yet but my priority is making sure you are okay.” He says surprisingly calmly.

“I don’t think I could live with myself if I.. well if I at least didn’t try. But I don’t expect you to be part of anything you don’t want to be, I’m strong I can do this by myself if I need to.” I say determined this time as I wipe my tears. It’s the first time I’ve let myself consider this but I know in my heart raising this baby is my only option, the amount of love I feel for it already is crazy . But I don’t say this part to Severus, I don’t know where he stands on this or even if he can think about that right now after the shock of hearing this.

“I have no doubt you can raise a child by yourself, you will be an excellent mother. I see you with the students, how kind and compassionate you are. Any child you would be mother to would be lucky to have you. However if you will let me, I would love to be part of the child’s life. I never believed for a second I may have children of my own and I have to admit that it’s not something I ever envisioned for my future but the idea of raising a child and even more so raising it with you, the women that I’m in love with fills me with a hope I don’t think I’ve ever had before in my thirty eight years of life.” He says with a kind tone that I’ve only ever heard him use once before, when he was asking me permission to kiss me before we did the thing that got us into this mess.

“Wait? What? You love me? I… Severus” I stutter really not knowing what to say except actually I do know what to say. “I think I love you too, What do we do now?”

“We figure it out together, but first are you free this evening? I think we might have skipped a few steps and it might be about time we have our first date” He smiles.

I smile back and pull him into another hug, he kisses my head and I smile into his shoulder. Maybe everything is going to be okay after all.

[fluffyprettykitty]

This isn’t a request(unless you feel inspired) but I was reading the prompt list you reblogged that has “I broke his heart cause he was nice” as one and the way my mind immediately went to sweetheart Steven Grant. I don’t why I’m torturing myself thinking of someone saying that!!!! Like, Steven is so broken and Marc/Jake are both desperate to find out what happened and you pop off with that line. The devastation!!!!!!!!! Argh.

I couldn’t stop the suffer spiral and I want to drag you with me! ❤️

pairing: Marc Spector x gender neutral reader (no other specifications!)

word count: ~900 words

warnings: unresolved angst.

summary: Marc needed to pick up Steven's broken pieces but first he needed to understand.

a/n: hi nonnie!!!! I love your mind and I loved this slash of wonderful torturous angst, I hope you like this short piece :D Steven doesn't make an appearance in the story but it's implied they had a romantic relationship that got resolved.

The phone hasn't stopped ringing. It's been five hours since you left Steven's apartment in London and now you were here next town over sitting on your couch. Your phone only stopped ringing enough for the landline to blast.

You knew who it was. But there was nothing else to be said, you wanted out, you got out. That's how it is, that's how it works where you are from and this is how it should also work for Marc. Insane how now he seems incapable of accepting an answer. Yet if he was the one pushing you or Steven away it would have been your fault because he's just so broken.

Unfortunately, he's going to have to learn that you can't have it both ways.

Your relationship started with Marc, in dark alleys, sharing a cigarette together before ending up sharing sweat and bodily fluids. It evolved to one with Steven, one morning you woke up and saw him there watching you in almost horror but incredible care. Marc let you in on his condition because after that Steven wouldn't stop talking about you.

And you agreed. Made you feel all innocent and pure, like the man your teenage self could have wanted.

At first, everything was nice and sweet but you weren't the type to stay somewhere for long, never the type to commit and it was your time to move on.

You had already warned Marc about this. Warned him so that he could also prepare him for the inevitable heartache. For two weeks now. He either ignored you or dismissed you until you finally told him. Bluntly.

That was the last Tuesday. And today just like the other days your phone is ringing, ringing... Steven can't seem to get over you and now Marc's after you. Should have been more careful maybe.

But it was the first time you heard banging on your door.

"Open up, Y/N!" Marc shouts from across the wooden door and his tone is full of anger and spite.

"Or what?" You shout back slightly amused.

"Or I will break this door down with my bare hands."

He would. Kinda hot though you'd love to see it. You get up and slowly unlock the door before opening it, his fist going immediately for the door pushing it wide open, followed by his hand on you pushing you inside the apartment and closing the door behind him.

Aggressive. Typical.

"I need you to explain."

"Marc, I have already said everything there is to be said."

"Did you have to break his heart?"

"That's hardly my fault. You should have prepared him. I am not responsible for him."

"Why did you break his heart?"

This conversation could be endless, you needed to cut it right there and then. Marc was acting purposely too dumb to realize. You are not for people like Steven. Never have been and never will be.

"I broke his heart 'cause he was nice." You spit out, eyes unfazed.

Marc breathes out, tilting his head just a little, and narrowing his eyes. Oh, he hates you now, he hates how much you are right.

"You wanted to hear the truth and that's it." Your stance doesn't change not even for a millisecond whilst Marc's face is getting redder.

"I'm not that kind. I'm not good. I can't play house, bake cookies and bat my eyelashes. I'm not the person you bring home to your parents for Sunday tea. I warned you that this would happen and you'd end up having to pick up his pieces."

"You can't be that heartless." Honestly, you feel as if you're talking to a wall.

"I can."

"That's not you." Is he really that dense?

"It is. You just happen to think you're the only one who can do whatever he pleases and have no one question anything because you're so goddamn broken? You don't know anything about me."

"He was supposed to stay innocent. I was supposed to protect him." Marc is trying to relax his stance, to swallow his anger and his frustration.

"Then you should have never let him meet me."

"Yeah, so that's on me?" He's full of hatred again, you can tell by the way his eyes darken and his body gets tense.

You nod your head. What happens now is well beyond your concern.

"You could have been nicer about it."

"I am nice about it. I haven't slammed the door in your face yet." He stares at you, then back at the door, then at the top of his boot that's touching your slipper.

"I was wrong about you." He breathes steadily wanting to push his anger away.

"I was the one who was wrong about you. Thought you could actually handle a situation."

"You're cruel."

"No more than you."

He shakes his head, forces a polite smile on his face, and turns around to open the door. One push and he is out.

"I'm sorry." He whispers so low that only your heartbeat could match it. He lets go of the door handle and jolts outside, rushing down the stairs.

You were sorry too. Just not for the same reasons.

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[devilsvenom]

SAPPHIC POP SENTENCE STARTERS.

it's not my fault you're like, in love with me or something

you came with her, but she might leave with me

i'm back, bitch, are you done?

i can't take this pettiness

can a gay girl get an amen?

it's not my fault

i'm not shy, i'll say it. i've been picturing you naked

i think she really likes me

it's an all girl party

i can't believe we're finally alone

i can be a better boyfriend than him

the universe must have divined this

i can do the shit that he never did

thinking i'm gonna steal you from him

if i could give you some advice, i would leave with me tonight

i never would have left you alone

i've been a good, good girl for a long time

nothing good happens when it's late and you're dancing alone

i'm feeling kinda freaky

i kinda wanna kiss your girlfriend

i kinda wanna kiss your boyfriend

i love a little drama

let's start a bar fight

i really want your hands on my body

i try not to care but it hurts my feelings

you don't have to stare

no one's touched me there in a damn hot minute

what's it take to get your number?

what's it take to bring you home?

don't be afraid of me

i'm what you need

i know we're meant to be

please don't call the cops

bet i could change your life

you could be my wife

i'll lose myself in you

you're nothing special

you're like everybody else

no offence but it makes no sense

waste your life inside her bed

i bet you get bored having sex

you want me and you just don't know it yet

today i woke up in a good mood for once

i get so sick of myself

can't stop overthinking

i heard you're happy somewhere else

no surprise, you're a motherfucking liar

tried to be somebody else just for you

are you mad at me?

oh honey, did i take it too far?

i'm going insane

it's been months since i've had sex

i'm just a horny little lovesick mess

guess i ruined us pretty bad

i treated you like trash

you deserve more than that

they could never love like a girl does

you're such a good girl

sometimes i just wanna kiss girls

should've listened to your friends

you got what you wanted, so stop feeling sorry

it was a bad idea

darling, you're so pretty it hurts

darling, are you ready for more?

i'm curious for you

i kissed a girl and i liked it

don't tell me what i feel

i've been crossing all the lines

you wanna guess the colour of my underwear?

who knew we'd let it get this bad

it's hot when you have a meltdown

you getting pissed off is getting me off

won't you fucking touch me?

i want more than you know

i thought you thought of me better

you can go to hell

i need a drink

i'm just curious, is it serious?

you say you wanted me, but you're sleeping with him

you ain't been loving me right

never waste a friday night on a first date

he doesn't have what it takes

she's a little bit psycho

she might be your girl, but she's calling me daddy

she's got you wrapped around her finger

show me that you really care

hold me like you'll never leave

she doesn't kiss me on the mouth anymore

we're not lovers, we're just strangers

i miss the mornings with you laying in my bed

i miss the thought of a forever

i wanna be more than a friend

i have you close but i want more

i don't wanna be your friend

i wanna kiss your lips

i wanna kiss you until i lose my breath

i don't wanna be your friend, i wanna be your bitch

there's no depth to these feelings

you're driving me crazy

you should know better

you're so fake

it's all lies

i should have known you're full of it

i'm not upset, i'm fucking pissed

do i buy her a drink?

i don't know how to talk to girls

i'm losing my cool

if i make coffee, can we act like we're fine?

i though you loved me

sometimes i scare myself

you can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth

i don't wanna call it off

you don't wanna call it love

think i'm gonna call it off

i told you so

you're number one to me

i think you're so cute when you get high

i'm not playing your games

i've heard it before

i'm done being yours

you want my sympathy now?

those tears are so fake

i waited for you

i wanna be the one you think about at night

it's a craving, not a crush

baby, i think you were made for me

i'm interested in more than just being your friend

i just want you to make a move

baby, why don't you come over?

LIS / WILLOW / MAL / HARLEY

[obsessedwithkpopfics]

Sickie: Woozi

Caretaker: Hoshi

Hoshi p.o.v

It wasn't often that Woozi was this bad at dancing. Yes, it sounds horrible, but I don't know how else to describe it. It was like he lost all sense of rhythm overnight. It seemed like I wasn't the only one who noticed though because halfway through our practice Chan stopped, "Jihoon hyung, focus!" Woozi didn't even seem to notice he was being spoken to. He continued to stare at the wall as if he was waiting for something to happen. I went over to him, "Jihoon!" I tapped his shoulder. He flinched, and I mentally noted how strange he was acting. He glanced at me, "What's going on? Your moves are so off today." He mumbled an apology. "It's okay, just try and focus better." It seemed like my words weren't going through to him. I looked around at Chan, trying to explain the situation to him. He looked just as confused as I did. "Okay, let's just take a break, everyone take 5."

Woozi p.o.v

Ever since I woke up, I knew it wasn't gonna be a good day though I couldn't quite pinpoint what it was. My head felt stuffy and it seemed difficult to keep my eyes open. Well, I still had to go to practice so I pushed the uneasy feeling to the back of my mind and started getting ready for the day. I internally groaned when Cheol told us we were gonna have a dance practice as well as the group recording today. This day was really not working out for me. Dance practice was pure torture. I managed to annoy even Chan who was known to not get mad no matter how much you mess up the choreography. While he was talking to me possibly about how much I was messing up, I began zoning out. There was an ever-present tickle at the back of my sinuses, and my head was stuffed up making it very difficult to focus. It got to the point where Soonyoung had to come up and tap my shoulder to get my attention. He asked me what was wrong and told me that my moves were off. "I'm sorry," I whispered and I didn't think he could hear. He told me it was fine before announcing to the group to take a break.

I was relieved that Hoshi called for a break because I really needed to blow my nose. Plus another four hours of sleep would be nice, but I'd settle for a tissue right now. I informed Cheol that I had to use the bathroom. I went to the nearest one and took a handful of paper towels and blew my nose. I cringed at the feeling. Glancing at my phone, I realized I had 3 mins left. I blew my nose again and stuffed some tissues into my pocket. Leaving the bathroom, I was about halfway to the practice room when the tickle that had been bothering me all morning decided to fully come out. "Hhktchhu!- Hektchuh!- hh-Hhtkcchu!-"

"Bless you." I flinched at the voice. It was a girl's and it came from behind me. I turned around and saw one of the Le Sserafim members, (Chaewon, I think was her name) "Thank you."

"Are you alright, Sunbaenim? You're kinda pale." She looked concerned. I smiled at the young girl's concern, "Yes, just a cold." She nodded. "Feel better, Sunbae."

"Thank you." She bowed and walked into the bathroom. Once she left, I took a few of the tissues out of my pocket and blew my nose. It was already starting to hurt, the skin around my nose growing raw. I cringed and sniffled one last time before I went back to the practice room.

"You're late," Soonyoung said, his arms crossed over his chest. I glanced at the clock, "By like 1 minute."

"Still." he looked half irritated, half concerned. "Well sorry!" I shook my head, feeling irritated at him. It's just a minute for goodness sake. I rolled my eyes to myself. "This isn't like you Jihoon. You're a lot more serious than this. I don't know what's gotten into you. If you think, just because you write our music, you get to slack off, I'm sorry. In my opinion, everyone here is practicing hard except you and I would like you to be serious." That little speech made me completely lose my patience because frankly, I'd had enough of Soonyoung nagging me that day. "Who the hell gave you the right to decide who's slacking off and who's not?! I may be off today and everyone has those days. Who the fuck are you to nag me about that! Just because you make the choreography doesn't mean you can belittle people who don’t pick up on it quickly. Heck, Chan's definitely a better teacher than you. At least he tries to sympathize with his members, unlike you who's stuck in his own fucking world where everything's perfect. Well, I'm sorry to crush your dreams but everything in this world can't be done according to you!" Every single member went silent and stared at us. Soonyoung's eyes were damp with what looked like tears. I instantly regretted what I said. "Soonyoung-"

"I think we're done for today." he interrupted me, his voice cold. The entire room fell into a heavy and awkward silence. "Let's head back to the dorms," Cheol said, trying to break the awkward atmosphere. The whole group began moving. Little conversations broke out between the members, but Soonyoung remained silent. I went over to him and tapped him on the shoulder. "Soon-"

"Jihoon, I don't really want to talk to you right now and I would like you to respect that." I nodded. I felt guilty, but I couldn't blame him.

On the way to the car, I stopped by the bathroom to blow my nose in private. I felt bad that I had lost my temper like that, I didn't want to make it worse by drawing unnecessary attention to myself.

Hoshi p.o.v

I was hurt, I felt like crying, a bit angry, but above all just confused. I couldn't figure out what I'd done to make Jihoon snap like that. Like, yeah, I was a bit irritated but I didn't think I deserved… all that. This was one of the very few actual fights I had with Jihoon. Sure we bickered sometimes but Jihoon has almost never been this mad at me before. The thought itself made me wanna curl up into a ball and cry. I was very close to Jihoon, and the fight we just had was really breaking my heart. I know he probably didn't mean what he said to me, but a part of me wondered 'what if he did.' I think my obvious hurt and confusion were showing on my face as Cheol came up to me, looking concerned. "What happened back there?" The concern in the leader's voice made my eyes burn with oncoming tears which I quickly blinked back. "I don't know, hyung. I don't know what I did to make him that mad at me." Cheol patted me on the back comfortingly. "You okay?" I nodded, trying to force the tears away. "Maybe you should talk to him?" The leader suggested, "I really don't want to," I admitted quietly, "I understand that but maybe he had a good reason," Cheol said. I nodded, "Is he still here?"

"I think so. Think he's in his studio." I nodded, "So will you talk to him?" Cheol asked as he started leaving the room. "I'll try. Thanks hyung."

"No problem, I just want you guys to figure stuff out. I'd hate to see you guys fight."

"For the record, he started it." Seungcheol shook his head at me, "Just go talk to him," he said, a hint of a laugh in his voice. "The rest of us are heading back to the dorm. It's just you guys." I nodded, "If you need someone to pick you up just let me know and I'll send someone." "Thanks hyung."

"No problem. I gotta go. The others are waiting for me. But you go talk to him." I waved at the leader as he left.

Woozi p.o.v

Even though I was supposed to be heading back to the dorm, I took a detour to my studio. It felt more like home there anyway. There's also the fact that I didn't want to deal with the others just yet. This situation had been hard enough, I didn't need them making it an even bigger deal than it already was. Plus, there was also the fact that I was trying to hide a cold from them which wouldn't go too well, especially with how fast-moving it was. Right now, I could barely see anything as my eyes were watering so much, plus the ever-present tickle in my sinuses. I turned on my computer, in hopes of losing myself in the music when the tickle suddenly decided to make itself known. "Hhkktschu!- 'snf' Hettschu!- Hh..hkhhschu!-"

"Bless you, Jihoon-ah." I flinched at the voice and whipped around and saw Soonyoung standing in the doorway of my studio. "Soonnie I'm sorry," I stood up and walked over to him. "I didn't mean anything I said. And none of it is true. You're not a bad teacher and I know you were just trying to help. I'm really sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me." I was angry at myself as I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I quickly brushed it off, accidentally hitting my nose causing my breath to hitch once again, "HhkTCHhu!- HhtcHshuH!- HhktChHuh!- HhtKKtchu!-" I sniffled, feeling my sneezes get harsher than they were before.

"Bless you and I forgive you. And I'm sorry for losing my patience with you." I stepped closer and hugged him, he seemed a bit surprised, and I couldn't blame him, I wasn't really the clingy type. He let me hug him and wrapped his arms around my waist.

Hoshi p.o.v

Saying I was surprised by Jihoon's hug was an understatement. But what was even more surprising was the noticeable warmth I felt once I was touching him. I immediately placed my palm on his forehead, checking his temperature. "Jihoonie, you're burning up."

"I am? Hadn't realized." Said the producer. I internally groaned. This was so much like Jihoon. Ignoring and hiding any sign of weakness till it gets to this. "Okay, Ji, I need you to tell me how exactly you are feeling. And don’t lie, I can see right through that." I heard him sigh softly. "Okay, I feel awful, my head is stuffed up and I also have a slight headache, I can barely keep my eyes open. I also feel like I'm gonna sneeze any second, and my nose feels like a faucet I can't control." Wow, I didn't expect all that. 'He must have been feeling like this in dance practice too', I thought. No wonder he couldn't keep up with the rhythm if his head was stuffed up and he could barely see through his eyes. And no wonder he was late, he must've been blowing his nose or something as he was determined to hide this from the others. I mentally beat myself up again for getting irritated but Jihoon needed me and I couldn't wallow in self-pity right now. A soft gasp interrupted my thoughts as I looked down and saw Jihoon, his eyes closed, turning away from me, his breath hitching. "Ahh…hhtKSshu!- HhhktsCHuu!- HhHKtshuu!- HhktsCHhu!- Ugh, 'snf'-" I flinched at how harsh his sneezes had become in a matter of minutes, he must be exhausted.

"Bless you, c'mon let's get you home. You need rest, like a lot of it." Jihoon nodded as I took out my phone and called Cheol. He answered the call in about 2 rings. "Hey Soon, what's up?"

"Cheol, could you send one of the members to pick us up? Jihoon's sick." I said, giving Jihoon a quick glance, he looked half asleep already, and knowing Cheol, he probably knew that too. "Sure thing. See you then,"

"Bye," I said and cut the call. "Cheol is sending someone to pick us up," I said, turning to Jihoon.

"I was gonna finish this first though." He said sniffling against his wrist. "Jihoon, you're sick. You need t-"

"HhhktCShhu!- HhkKtcHHu!- HhttTchuH!-"

"Bless you. You need to go home and rest."

"I know. I'm just bad at resting sometimes, " He said, laughing lightly. I sat down next to him and put my arm around his shoulder. "I know. But let me help you relax. You need to rest. You'll never get better if you don't sleep." I handed him a tissue from the box on his desk, he thanked me and blew his nose wetly. I tried not to cringe but it sounded painful and messy. He coughed after, which sounded equally as painful. I patted his back. "You alright?"

"Sick." He said under his breath. I smiled and brushed the hair off of his face, "I know."

Woozi p.o.v

I knew Soonyoung was worried. He didn't show it too much so as not to overwhelm me but I could see that he was worried about me. It made me feel both happy that he cared about me and guilty for bothering him with something so small. He must've seen the change in my expression as he smiled softly, "Hey, it's fine. It's not your fault you're sick and I don't mind taking care of you." I smiled too. In a few minutes, a car had pulled up in front of my studio. "C'mon, let's go." I quickly gathered up my stuff, shut down my laptop and turned off the lights. When we got to the gate, I saw Jeonghan wave at us. I smiled at him slightly. "Hey, Seungcheol said you were sick. How're you feeling?"

"I'm fine, really hyung, it's just a bad- Hhh…hhtKStshuu!- HhkSHtshu!- 'snf' Hhh…hhhtskshCHu!- It's just a bad cold." I said, sniffling, my nose completely rubbed raw by now. "I can definitely see that," Said Jeonghan, patting my arm lightly. "C'mon, let's get you guys home." He said climbing into the car.

Hoshi p.o.v

I got in the back seat of the car and Jihoon climbed in after me. The manager looked in the rearview mirror, "Is he okay?"

"I-

"HhhktCShhu!-HhkKtcHHu!-HhttTchuH!-"

"Bless you, I think he's got a bit of a cold."

"Does he have a fever?" Jeonghan asked from the front. I reached over and placed my hand on his forehead, "Yep, feels like it," I noticed the way that Jihoon leaned into my touch. "We need to get you home and resting, ok." He sniffled, "Sounds good to me." He cleared his throat, "Can I take a nap on the way home?"

"Sure, Ji." I said, softly.

He laid his head on my shoulder and fell asleep quickly.

Once we arrived back at the dorm I gently shook his arm to wake him up. His eyes opened for a second as he looked around in confusion, before they fluttered shut and he ducked his head towards his shoulder. "Hh-ktchUH!-TCchu!-kktCHshu!-tTch!SHhu!-"

"Bless you!" I patted his shoulder. He sniffled and rubbed his eyes. His pink nose and pale skin made him look much younger and even cuter than normal. "Let's get you to bed, Ji," he nodded, attesting even further to how tired he was. "Thank you, Soonie," he said softly as I half carried him to his room, I smiled and kissed his forehead, "No problem. Just want you to feel better. " The two of us made it to his room, and I got him in bed. There was a bit of a struggle to get the half asleep sickie to change out of his sweaty practice clothes. But finally, I got him into his pajamas and into bed. He seemed very dazed as I did so, and when I moved to leave the room, I felt his small fingers wrap around my arm. "Please stay. I don't really want to be alone." I smiled softly. "Sure thing, Ji." I climbed into the bed next to him and allowed him to curl up with me. I smiled and began running my fingers through his hair. "Feel better, Jihoonie."

💖👾

[butlerettes]

WARNING: Some Smut, a lot of flirting

Facetime

Chapter 4

Austin had to fly back to Ohio. He was filming a movie called “The Bikeriders”.Austin was texting you every minute he could.  When they rapped for the day, you would face-time.  While face-timing one night, he asked how the new author was doing.  “It’s boring. You don’t want to know the details.” you try to deter the conversation.  “Please, I like it when you talk about your job. It gives me a little sense of home,” He pleads.  “OK, since you’re begging.  We are now working on the book's design.  I am in awe at how fast my team is working.”  “Is that good? I guess I don’t know what goes into publishing a book.” chuckling he scratched his chin.  Hearing this over the phone, you felt a little gush come from the deepness of your lady bits.  Heat rose to your face.  Trying to compose yourself, you answer, “There is a lot that goes into it. First, we have to feel without a doubt we can sell the author’s book.  Then we sign the author. Editing comes next.  Which was what I was doing the day I met you.”  He smiles, “I remember that day.  I felt so bad.  You looked so cute in your tan pants and your nirvana t-shirt. Nice shirt, by the way.”  Both of you giggle.  “You remember what I was wearing?” you ask, shocked.  “I do.  Is that bad?” he questions, squinting his turquoise eyes. Looking down at your nightshirt, “I don’t think so. I remember what you were wearing.  Jogging pants and an Anaheim Mighty Ducks shirt.”  “Oh, that old shirt, I should throw it away.”  “No, No, I kinda like it.  I mean that’s where you are from.” “I suppose you are right,  I still can’t believe you are from Los Angeles, and we have never run into each other before now.”  “Austin, You know how many people live in L.A.”

“O.K., you got me there. I am glad I “bumped” into you that day.”  “I am too, and I think I might like ya.  Just a little bit.”  “A little bit, huh?  Man, I really wish I was there with you. I want to take you on a real date.”  “Well, just think we won’t have that awkward conversation, you know, the one where you ask me, What I do for a living, assuming I know what you do,” you wink.  “That’s why I like you.  You don’t ask about acting. But, gosh, I wish you were here.”  “You will be home this weekend.” Then, taking a deep sigh, “I know,” he acknowledged.  You sit up, “Listen, Butler….” he interrupts, “Butler?” “Is that not your name?”  “Yeah.”  “Well, then.  I have to get up early tomorrow.”  “I could talk to you all night.”  “I know me too,” moving your lips to one side of your mouth, “But I need to get some sleep.”  “Alright, I will text you when I can.”  “G’night, Butler,” You say, smiling.  He chuckles, “Good Night, Y/N.”

While taking a shower that night, you could see yourself making love to Austin.  Wanting him to kiss you, touch you and have sex with you.  You had been trying so hard NOT to watch any of his movies or TV shows.  Not because you didn’t want to see his craft but because you knew you would do what you are doing now.  Your right hand casually goes down your breast, stomach, and sweet spot.  Your left-hand reaches for your breast.  Playing with your breast, you slowly play with your clit.  You start to get hotter and hotter.  Your legs begin to tense.  Your stomach feels the warmth, and your finger goes faster. Finally, squeezing your breast, you release. You meet euphoria.  You lean against the shower.  If only it were Austin doing that to you.  You didn’t know that he was doing the same thing miles away.  He was thinking of you in your running shorts and beat-up t-shirt.

The following morning woke to your alarm. Rolling over, you turn it off. You get up, leave for a coffee, and then go to work. While you were at the meeting, you kept looking at your phone. He is filming today and probably won’t be texting for a while.  Just then:

Austin:

Good Morning, Beautiful.

You:

Good Morning, Handsome.

Austin:

How did you sleep?

You: 

Good, you?

Austin:

I did. I thought about you.

You:

I thought about you.

Austin:

4 days

You:

4 days?

Austin:

Until I can take you on that date.

You:

Austin, you don’t havetoo

Austin:

I wanttoo

You: 

Oops *have to

Austin:

Y/N, I have to go. Facetime later?

You:

Yes, Bye Butler

Austin is typing…

Thanks for reading. I will be posting every other day. If you'd like to be tagged, please don't hesitate to let me know. Comments are more than welcome.

[iremiari]

“What…?” I was bewildered at the sum of money that appeared.

See, I’m really not that exceptional of a person. I work full time in customer service and get paid minimum wage. It’s also a cafe nonetheless, so I work from 6am to 7pm. There’s not much time in my day to “save the world”.

I try to think of how it all started, the day I got $1 tips, exactly one year ago today. Most of it’s kinda blurry, but I still remember one thing that happened vividly.

There was an old lady, she was just sitting by herself and she seemed incredibly upset. She’d been there for an hour or so, and didn’t even order anything yet - which was odd, considering how slow the day was.

I was curious why she was there, and there was no one coming in so I thought, “Eh, why not?”

I went up to her and asked her what happened. Turns out, it was her husband’s death anniversary that day and he’d been gone for a year. This used to be their favorite cafe before… well, yeah.

I asked her if she had any children, to, you know, mourn with. She said no, that they never really wanted to. She was all alone, and well, I would’ve felt kinda bad if I left her there alone. So I kept her company for a while, listened to her stories. I think most people would’ve found it awkward but it was really sweet to me.

Eventually, the sun was about to set and she had to go home. She wiped her tears with the handkerchief her husband gave her, and thanked me. I told her it was no biggie, made the job more interesting. I suggested a warm cup of hibiscus to go and she left.

I ended the shift and went home, saw a dollar deposited in my bank account. I thought it was nice of her to tip me like that, and went to bed.

[writer’s note: the writing juice ran out im so sorry the rest of this is gonna be so bad]

Every day since then on had been like that. I mean, not with an old lady specifically but people from all walks of life. A man going through addiction rehab, a teen struggling to fit in, a woman going through a divorce, etc. I listen to their stories a bit, suggest a drink, and they move on.

The people would tip me a dollar and I’d go to bed. It was the same routine every day, and it was pretty mundane, if you ask me.

I woke up this morning, nothing different. Made my bed, and went on my way to work. I started my shift and 10 minutes right after, I get a notification that a million dollars had been deposited into my account.

“What…?” I was absolutely bewildered at the sum of money that appeared.

The store just opened and we hadn’t even had our usual customers yet. I sat there, wondering where it came from. Maybe it was a mistake? Someone got the wrong bank account number?

5 minutes later, I receive a text, “Thank you for saving the world.”

???

I genuinely don’t know what I did at this point. Though, this was the exact day I started receiving tips so maybe that had something to do with it.

A familiar figure came in, with a 5-year old holding her hands.

“Woahhh… Granny, this place looks so comfy!”

“I’m glad you agree, Penny.” She smiled. “A cup of hibiscus tea, please.”

This was… unexpected to say the least.

“Oh, Granny, how are you?”

“I’ve been well, thanks to you.”

[writer’s note: genuinely the motivation’s running out i camt dialogue]

The old lady smiled, “You’ve been such a huge help to me and the community. So, we decided to pool in together and give you a little gift.”

“Oh.. Granny, I’d hardly call this little! All I did was listen, I don’t think a million is necessary.”

“The rest of us would think otherwise. In fact, we didn’t even plan for a million. We just asked people to donate what they wanted and it ended up with a sum of $1,001,423.”

I was stunned, but Granny kept talking.

“Small acts of kindness… just a little bit of empathy is enough to help someone by a large amount. So, thank you.”

[Writer’s Note: SOMEDAY I WILL REWRITE THIS I SWEAR]

You’ve been getting random $1 deposits in your bank account daily with no explanation. Today, you get a deposit of $1 million with a note: ‘Payment for services rendered. Thank you for saving the world.’

[dzpenumbra]

4/25/23

Wow, actually writing this at 2AM again. Take a wild guess why... If you guessed "sleep deprivation", you get a goddamn cookie.

4 hours last night. And the nap didn't work this time, so I just stayed up. Now I've got the sleep deprivation sweats, ever get those? Where it almost feels like a fever, and you get kinda numb and tingly. Fun.

I got to bed 2 hours earlier than normal, but couldn't fall asleep. It's actually been a while since I've had that problem. That used to be my primary life problem, it would take me like... at least an hour to fall asleep every night. I'd just lay there, and my mind would race and I'd toss and turn until I eventually fell asleep. I had a night like that last night, and then again when I tried for my "second-sleep" and failed.

I had more dreams including my mom, I'm sure that's part of it. I don't know. I think it's the Mother's Day ads that are doing it, because it's right around the corner... <eyeroll> I didn't feel emotionally upset when I woke up, it didn't feel like a nightmare. It didn't feel like my neighbors woke me up, I just... woke up. And I was up. And I did not want to go back to sleep for some reason. And I hopped on Instagram and... had the same fucking problem. 3-4 posts to cleanse the palate, then an ad to ruffle my feathers, rinse/repeat. After a bit of scrolling, I started to notice that nothing I was seeing was something I'm actually following. Like... okay, if you're just going to spam my feed with paid advertisements and "suggested" shit, why the fuck do I bother following people? Just fucking say "hey, this is the end of your feed, would you like us to suggest something more?"

Motherfuckers act like curating content for you without you asking is like... a favor. Let me tell you how utterly atrocious this system is, and why it should be opt in, not opt out. I am subbed to the PTSD subreddit. And I got suggested "r/OopsThatsDeadly", which is all visual content of life-threatening situations. Explain to me how that happened. Explain to me how or why that should ever happen. That shit upset me, man. Like... no one asked you to add these features, half the sites won't even let you turn them off, and I really can't think of how these features could work worse.

I tried to do music today. I didn't really work. I'm overthinking shit, or it's just not flowing right, I don't know. So I gave that a whirl for a good chunk of the day, but just tapped out after a while and switched over to art. I decided to hand-draw an abstract ink piece today. I have an empty blank sketchbook that I've been meaning to put shit in, and today was the day, I decided. I went with a sorta bubble-based organic pattern and over the course of the evening filled up the entire page. I can tell I haven't been drawing as much as I used to, my hand's all sore and shit. It just has some fill work to do and then it's done. It was a nice change of pace after this last concept piece, which did not have a lot of drawing, despite the animation work.

And that was basically the day, honestly. Super low-key. I decided to pull the trigger on reserving the shared car last night, so it's reserved for Wednesday afternoon. People from the building are supposed to come and inspect my floor's apartments on Wednesday, no clue what time of day, likely morning, knowing normal humans. So... my plan is to... get to sleep early tonight, then hopefully even earlier tomorrow... Get woken up by a knock on my door. Awkwardly walk them around my apartment half-awake. Then pound an energy drink, and head up to the car around 1PM, drive over to the National Park for the first time and film some trail walking footage for the desire path project. That's pretty much the last missing piece, short of an outro thing... which I'm still back and forth about. I mean... it can't hurt to plug my Patreon, it's just... it just sucks to remember that I have one... and to see how much metaphoric dust has accumulated there.

I started writing about my career for a minute there and then got super depressed, so... I'm just gonna clip that and save it for another time. Let's just say... "it's complicated". I remember the days I used to be really confident and proud to share my work on social media and shit... actually... do I? Actually... now that I think about it... I have never really been one to like... flaunt anything on social media. Like.. if people are interested in my shit - like genuinely interested - I'll tell them anything they ever wanted to know. I just... I don't commoditize my work. Which is so fucking foreign in this country, in this culture. To be a worker... who runs their own business... who produces a product, and the product is technically for sale, but is not explicitly advertised or marketed. Because it's an art piece, not a fucking postcard. And there's an insane amount of pressure to convert all of your art into marketable commodities nowadays. Stickers, prints, merch, you name it. And if that's what you want to do, fucking go for it! I even have a print shop (that I was pressured by my parents into setting up...) for my pieces that were kinda more catered to that... style, I guess. That intention. But the past few years, I found that mentality so fucking restrictive, and I found myself throwing away dozens of amazing ideas because I didn't think they were going to... work. I didn't think they fit my "business model". Good lord, talk about corporatizing art... Ugh.

My past year and a half was breaking from that mold. I have some things I can commoditize if I choose... but my Holy Grail quest has been searching for a good, supportive community that can get me linked up with people who genuinely want to fund my projects. And, on paper, I feel like Patreon could do that. And then I can just get that nasty "how can I hock mass-produced copies" mentality off of my fucking back. Because my work has always been about sentimentality, hand-craft, personal touch. Every piece different, every piece unique. Even before the tattooing, that was there.

I literally cut myself off from talking about my career to... talk about my career. ... Meh.

I just want to say... because it's floating around my mind over and over... it sucks to work very hard on projects day in and day out, from beginning to completion, and have it mean nothing to others. My mom would always give me shit, "you need to create more value for others." Not even kidding, direct quote, can't even count how many times I've heard that. Talk about seeds for a self-esteem complex, "you need to create more value". Bitch, my shit is priceless. Try putting a price on a series of stones I hand-polished over the course of the last few weeks of my cat's life, and the first few weeks of mourning her death. A grief piece. Try to put a fucking price on that shit. Try to sell those.

It frustrates me so much that the arts get so little support nowadays. Like people are perfectly content to watch another regurgitated remake of something they remember from 20 years ago... Gah... I'm generalizing. Not everyone is like that. I'm just gonna nip that one.

So yeah, clearly talking about that stuff is tough for me still, I'm sure it shows in my writing how scattered and chaotic my thinking gets around it. HOWEVER... when I get inspiration? Like my hoodie backpiece - I had a really cool idea to do commissioned pieces where I do like... "clothing tattoos"... in permanent ink or fabric paint, so they last as long as I can possibly make them last. When my inspiration calls me, it will literally pull me out of sleep. And I will work my hands to the bone, regardless of whether I have a client, regardless of bodily needs. And I don't mind the process at all. It's like... it's encoded into who I am as a person. I would get shit in high school and college because I would be drawing in the margins and on my pants and arms and shit constantly.

When I developed this system of just... striking while the iron's hot, capturing inspiration as it comes and seeing where it leads... I started to just... overflow with creativity. I couldn't stop, I had to force myself to stop working to eat and sleep. Kinda like me writing here. Once I get in the zone, in the Flow, and it's all linked up and just... going... I typically have to like... consciously stop myself or else I will go for literal hours. And... I'm gonna be honest... I don't see a ton of people writing more than 144 characters nowadays who aren't being paid to do it. And the ones who are? A lot of them are trying to find AI to do the lion's share for them.

I feel like it's coded into who I am. And making it work for me? That has led to me making some of the coolest shit I've ever made in my life. Shit I never would've dreamed of making. So yeah, I'm really lucky I have the opportunity to pursue this, because if I wasn't? I'd be daydreaming at some job I didn't care about all day every day, and that kinda just feels like... waiting to live, or something. Like waiting for a life to start, but like... I'm sorry... I don't think anyone is gonna come walkin into a shop I'm working at and just hand me the job I'm describing here. I'm not even sure how to describe it to people myself!

I just really need to power through these anxieties and get linked up with an artist's community, like a collective or something. But the one near me? I... I'm gonna be honest... I'm not sure I'll fit there... Like... one of my upcoming pieces is going to be a carved goat skull dyed with homemade inks made from incense ash and coffee grounds. And they've got like... stylized drawings of cats and shit. No offense, it's good work, it's just... you know... I feel like I'm kinda doing a different thing. Like, if I go to the person who only draws cats... and I say "hey, I had this idea the other day, I want to go in the woods and transplant moss into carefully measured geometric designs outlined with stones. But I want it to be a pop-up thing. Something that isn't clearly announced, something that just... organically appears in nature. How do I get someone to help me with my bills while I work on that project entirely by myself?" I'm gonna level... I think they're gonna look at me like I just sprouted 40 heads.

So... until I can get that figured out? I'm just living off the cash I got from selling my car, and whatever charity I get from my family... who don't talk to me. Scary way to live. But it's just where things are for right now.

So yeah... I'm super tired. But... you know what? I'll share what I worked on today. It's not done, so... yeah.

I haven't finished filling in the connecting bits, and I was going to completely fill the left side, by the spine. So yeah, a little break from the mold. It's been a while since I've done patterns like this, especially consistent circles, usually I do more organic shapes. I was just watching this video on soil compositions the other day that made me think of these types of designs, and how you can look at them two different ways, like a stretched membrane with holes in it, or like bubbles or particles suspended in a medium or something. Or maybe both? Idk, it's very meditative, very relaxing work.

As for future projects, there's the hoodie that I have to finish, my horoscope chart on the back of it and mandalas all down the right sleeve... there's the goat skull... I have a wood carving that's been sitting in my mind lately that I'd like to attempt at some point this summer, we'll see if I get around to it... I have my helmet and my grip tape on my new skateboard to customize... I still don't know what to do with either of them right now... I was thinking maybe a really detailed phoenix on the griptape? I don't know, I'm giving it time to come to me. And... I wanted to do a painting of the Egyptian god Thoth on my cargo shorts. Maybe some ornamentation to go with it. Not sure.

Ya think I've got enough work backlogged?! I love this desire path project, it's a really cool concept and the whole thing is turning out well, I'm just... I'm kinda ready to be done with it. XD Just to start working on something new, you know? And this, this ink drawing today? That was very refreshing, it felt great.

That's a really good vibe, so I'm cool ending there. :)

[sarahisgay01]

I Suggest You be Quiet

Minors DNI (18+ Only!!!!)

Dom!Nancy x Sub!Fem!Reader

Prompt: “If you think being in public is going to stop me, you’re sorely mistaken.” @sparklingsin

Notes: Nancy and Reader are in an established relationship, exhibitionism (kinda), degrading, spanking, crying

You and Nancy met while working on the school paper, you were a junior, while she was a senior. Nancy was the head journalist and in charge of the school paper. Usually only seniors got to help the head journalist with their interviews and articles, but you were Nancy’s right hand woman. The first time Nancy saw you, her heart skipped a beat. She thought you were the prettiest girl she’s ever seen, so effortlessly beautiful. After the first month of you working on the paper, she saw that you had a lot of potential. She saw that you’re hardworking, determined, and extremely smart. So, she came to talk to you about an opportunity for you. You’re not going to lie, the first month of journalism with Nancy, you were intimidated by her. She’s just so amazing, the way she writes, how much time and effort she spends on the paper, and the way she always looks perfect. Everyday that you walk into school, she always looks perfect, absolutely stunning, every single day. So, when she pulled you aside to talk to you, you were nervous that maybe you did something wrong. The last thing you wanted to do was to make Nancy upset. This was months ago, but you remember the conversation like it was yesterday. She said, “(Y/N), are you busy? I’d like to talk to you for a sec?” Her tone was unreadable, you couldn’t tell if it’s good or bad, but you could never say no to her, never. You reply, “Y- Yeah, Nancy. I’m free right now. Uh- what’s uh- what’s up?” Nancy replied, “Well, I was wondering if you’d like to work with me? You’d be kind of like my assistant. I really like your writing and I’ve been observing the way you work. I like it and I think you have a lot of potential. You’d work directly with me, help me with articles and I’d take you with me on interviews, stuff like that.” You were frozen, mouth agape, no words leaving your mouth for several seconds. Once you finally snapped out of it, you asked, “Isn’t that- Isn’t that normally for- for seniors only?” Nancy smiled and said, “Mhmmm, usually, yes. But I found you and your work more fitting to be my assistant.” You smiled back at her and said, “Nancy, I’d- I’d love to!” Her smile got wider and she said, “Great! That’s amazing, (Y/N)!” Ever since that day, you and Nancy were practically inseparable. The two of you became really good friends for a little over a month and you got really close to some of her friends, Robin especially. You and Nancy’s friendship blossomed into a romantic relationship after both of you confessed your feelings to each other. Ironically, you both went to Robin for advice and she takes credit for the two of you dating. The only people who know are Nancy’s close friends and her brother’s friends. It’s been a little over three months since you and Nancy started dating. A little over three months of going on fake interviews, secret touches, “working late” on the paper, etc. You swear that every day, Nancy starts to get braver with her touches and god were you right.

Today, you had an attitude, for no reason, you just woke up with one. You were constantly pushing Nancy’s patience, refusing to do work, complaining about things she asked you to do, touching her after she asked you to stop, and what you did next, made her snap. The icing on the cake, was when she said, in a stern voice “(Y/N), stop acting like a brat and do what I ask” and you replied, “Make me.” That was it, she snapped. The two of you were the only people in the journalism room and when she moved to lock the door, you weren’t sure what she was going to do. You said, “Uh Na- Nance, what’re y-”, she cut you off and said “Shut up”, making you whimper. Nancy walked to the back of the room, then sat down on the couch that was back there. In a stern tone, she said, “(Y/N), come here, now.” Quickly, you moved over to her with a worried expression on your face, but you thought, surely she wouldn’t punish you at school. You were wrong, so very wrong. When you looked down, you noticed she was on the edge of the couch with her knees were pressed together. She had also pulled her long skirt up to expose her bare thighs. The worried expression on your face grew when you realized what she was going to do. She said, “(Y/N), lay down”, pointing at her thighs, and you replied, “But- But, Na- Nance, we’re in- we’re in public. People will- People will hear me.” Nancy said, “If you think being in public is going to stop me, you’re sorely mistaken. If you didn’t want to be punished in public, than you shouldn’t have been a brat in public. Now, lay down.” The sternness of her tone made you whimper and immediately you did what she asked. Condescendingly, she said, “Was that so hard, (Y/N)? Was it so hard to do what I ask, sweetheart?” You whimpered again and begged Nancy, saying, “Nance, please! Please don’t! I’ll be good now! I promise! I promise, I’ll be good! Please don’t!” Nancy meanly chuckled and replied, “Oh sweetheart, it’s to late for apologies. You’ve had an attitude all fucking day and I’m sick of it.” As she said her last sentence, she pulled up your skirt, exposing your ass and the little bit of fabric from the thong you were wearing. She said, “We should take this off, hmmm?” as she snapped the waistband of your thong. Nancy continued, saying, “I wouldn’t want you to ruin them, sweetheart.” She chuckles as she slips them off of you. Your entire body is tense, you’re worried someone is going to hear you, but it also excites you in a way and Nancy knows that. Nancy says, “You get ten spankings for all the shit you’ve done today. You will count after each one, if you don’t, we will start over. I don’t care how long it takes, we’ll be here all day if we have to. Do you understand?” You choke out, “Y- Yes Na- Nance” and she replies, “Good. I don’t care how loud you are, but if you don’t want to get caught, I suggest being quiet. But I know you’d love to get caught, wouldn’t you, sweetheart? Cause you’re just a little fucking slut, right (Y/N)? You want everyone at school to know how much of a little slut you are?” You whimpered, no words came out of your mouth. Nancy said, “Answer me, (Y/N)” and you whimpered out, “Y- Yes, I want- I want everyone to know that- to know that I’m y- y- your slut, Na- Nance.” She chuckles and says, “Of course you do. Cause you’re just a filthy fucking whore.” Then, her hand came down hard on your ass. Tears started to fill your eyes as you hold your mouth shut, trying not to yelp. You choke out, “One” and Nancy mocks you, saying, “Look at you trying to be quiet. How cute, (Y/N).” Then, she spanks you again and a high pitched squeak leaves your mouth. You say “T- T- Two”, as tears are just waiting to roll down your cheeks. By the time she finishes spank four, you’re sobbing, not too loud, but not too quiet either. You say “F- F- Four” and it’s barely audible from the sobbing. Your brain starts to get fuzzy, making your worries of being caught slip into a blur. All you’re focused on now is counting, not wanting to start the spankings over.

Nancy’s hand came down on your ass for the fifth time, this time she landed it, hard. A loud yelp almost escaped your mouth and it would have if you wouldn’t have covered your mouth quickly. You choked out, “Fi- Five”, then Nancy mocked you and condescendingly said, “Aw, did that one hurt, princess? It’s okay, if you continue counting, you’re halfway done, sweetheart.” Your response was just sobs, your brain was far too fuzzy and blurry to respond with any words. The next few spanks weren’t as hard as the fifth one, they still hurt, nonetheless and still made you sob. The last spank she did, was the eighth one, and now Nancy was aiming for your sit spots. After you mumbled out, “Ei- Eight”, she said, “I can’t wait for you to think of this every time you sit down. Every time you feel the pain from me spanking you, you’ll remember that you did this to yourself. That you deserved this punishment, isn’t that right, princess? You think you deserved this punishment?” While sobbing, you choked out, “Y- Yes, Na- Nance, I- I deserve it” which only made you sob more. Your sobs started to get louder, but you couldn’t help it, the pain was getting too much. All you could think is that you only had to endure this for two more times. Nancy slapped your ass for the ninth time, her hand coming down hard, making you bite your hand to stop a yelp from leaving your mouth. You stuttered, “Ni- Ni- Nine” and Nancy said, “You have one more left, princess. I’d make sure you count this one or else you’ll have to start all the way from the beginning.” Thinking about starting over made you whimper. For the tenth and final spanking, Nancy was going to make sure it hurt. She wound her hand back and slapped your ass the hardest she has. The sound that came from it was loud, but you were louder. Even though you covered your mouth, your yelp was still very audible. You loudly sobbed, “Ten!” and you continued sobbing. Your brain was completely fuzzy, no words able to leave your mouth. Nancy moved the both of you, so that you were laying on your side. She held you tight, while you sobbed, your head nuzzled into her chest for comfort. Nancy also whispered calming things to you, trying her best to help you relax and ground you. She kept repeating, “I know, sweetheart. It’s okay, I’ve got you. Your punishment is all done. You did such a good job, (Y/N). You did so well for me, princess. It’s okay, I got you. I got you. Take deep breaths for me, sweetheart.” After ten minutes of sobbing in her arms, you were able to calm down for the most part. You still needed comfort and Nancy knew that. She ran her fingers through your hair and the two of you laid on the couch for another 15 minutes. After those 15 minutes, she said, “How about I drive us back to your house? We can cuddle and watch movies, if you want. Does that sound okay, princess?” You looked at her and softly mumbled, “Please.” She got up, then carefully and gently helped you put your thong back on. Nancy quickly got everything organized in the room and helped you get up without you hurting your ass. The two of you walked out the door and to her car. You hesitated to get in, but took a deep breath, then sat down. A loud whimper left your lips and you started to tear up. Nancy looked over at you and wiped away a couple tears that fell. She looked at you with soft eyes and in a soft tone said, “I know, sweetheart. It’ll be okay, you don’t live far from school. Just put your seatbelt on and be prepared for me to speed, okay?” You nodded, then quickly put your seatbelt on and as soon as she heard the click, Nancy raced out of the parking lot.

You lived a little under ten minutes from school, but since Nancy drove so fast, the two of you arrived in about five minutes. She quickly put the car in park, turned it off, and then rushed over to your side of the car. Nancy helped you out of the car, making sure to be gentle and careful, not trying to hurt you. After getting out of the car, the two of you went directly to your room. You changed into just a baggy hoodie with only your thong underneath it. Nancy took of her skirt and bra, then asked “Do you want to watch a movie or take a nap?” You replied, mumbling, “Nap please” in your sleepy voice, which Nancy loves. She smiles, her heart feeling extremely warm after hearing it and softly says, “Anything for my princess.” She got into your bed, then laid flat and said, “Come here, sweetheart.” Quickly and carefully, you got into your bed, making sure not to apply any pressure to your ass. You nuzzled your head into her chest and wrapped an arm loosely around her waist. Nancy had one hand running her fingers through your hair, while her other arm was wrapped around your waist, pulling you tightly into her. She said, “(Y/N), are you okay, sweetheart?” You replied, humming and mumbling, “Mhmmm, just sleepy.” Nancy said, “Okay, just checking. I love you, princess”, then kissed the top of your head. You mumbled back, “I love you too, Nance.” Within minutes you were fast asleep, pulled tightly into Nancy’s body. Nancy fell asleep a little while after you and in your sleep, the loose arm around her waist, turned tighter and you pulled yourself closer to Nancy. The two of you napped for a couple hours and Nancy woke up before you. She woke you up by peppering you in kisses until you were giggling. You said, “I could get used to waking up like that.” She smiled and said, “Well, how about I stay the night and wake you up like that tomorrow morning. Does sound good to you, princess?” You nodded enthusiastically and said, “That sounds so good Nance, please!” She smiled and said, “Okay, sweetheart”, then made her way over to your phone. Nancy called her parents to tell them that she was sleeping over at your house and they said it was fine. All Nancy wanted to do now, was take care of you and she did just that. Nancy cuddled with you while watching movies, made you dinner, and the two of you talked about some article ideas. She was so gentle with you, it made your heart melt impossibly more for her. You absolutely could not get enough of her, you loved her with everything in you. When it was time to go to sleep, she held you tightly in her arms, then said, “I love you so much, (Y/N). You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Then, she kissed the top of your head and you replied, “I love you so much, Nance. That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. You’re by far the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Thank you for taking care of me and comforting me today.” Nancy replied, “Anything for my princess.” Then, she kissed the top of your head again, before the both of you fell asleep. Just like she said, Nancy woke you up the next morning, peppering you with kisses until you were giggling.

I hope you liked it!!🥺💖

[ellieswaifu]

you make me nervous | ellie x f!reader

summary — ellie can’t get you out of her mind after a one nightstand with you.

word count — 2.4k+

genre — college au!/ modern!au, not rlly angst, some fluff maybe, and implied smut :>

warnings — no smut but mdni still ty, ellie is horny and kinda a fuckboi, mentions drinking, drugs, and implied smut, childhood friends kinda ?, also not proofread :)

a/n: i’ve been reading som college ellie stuffs and i’m obsessed so i wrote one too, i hope u guys like it ;-;

It was early in the morning and Ellie woke up to the sound of her alarm clock ringing obnoxiously in her ear, doing nothing but fueling the sharp and heavy pounding in her head. Taking a quick peek at the time, a sigh escaped her lips as she dragged her palm against her bedsheets right next to her, searching for the girl who slept in this very spot next to her the night before. Memories came flooding back to her as she ran her hand through her hair.

A party that Dina dragged her into. A stupid, frat party filled with alcohol, drugs, horny college kids and music blasting so loud that you couldn’t even hear yourself if you shouted at the top of your lungs. And Ellie remembered everything. How could she not? She had her eyes on you the moment you stepped through the front door, staring hard at the entrance because she kept thinking about leaving. But she didn’t, not wanting to leave Dina behind. You stood there with a couple of your own friends, simply dressed in a loose white button up tucked into a pleated, grey skirt that sit nicely just past your ass. Oh, the way her thoughts shifted so fast into thinking about you in her bed.

What’s more, she knew you since you were kids. But that didn’t mean you guys were best friends or anything. You were just classmates. A classmate she had always liked through all her long journey in school. She never acted on her feelings, though, always scared of what you might say and a stubborn side of her always makes sure to remind herself of how foolish it was to not say anything for this long.

But there was always tension. The way you looked at her during projects you had together made her knees weak.

Ellie remembers the time when she first saw you in one of her classes in her freshman year of college, how she was surprised you went to the same university as her. you looked good. Fuck, you looked so good. A year into college, Ellie finds out that her crush on you has never faded, even though, to everyone, Ellie seemed like a player. If she’s being honest, they weren’t wrong. Ellie was undoubtedly charming and pretty popular with the women around here but as a person who always had a different girl in her bed every week, the unfamiliar feeling of waking up without you made her feel dejected.

Ellie arrives late to her calculus class late today, a class she shared with Dina and, not to mention, you. Her mind is filled with the memories of you with your back pressed against her bed, legs spread and panting beneath her. God, almost walked into the wall with how distracted she was. Ellie could see you in the front seat of the lecture hall with a book in your hand. She walks past you, noticing the way you avoid making eye contact with her, and sits a couple seats away from you right next to Dina.

“Hey, you ditched me?” Dina whispered, jabbing her with her elbow lightly against Ellie’s arm.

“What? You ditched me first when you ran away to go hang out with Jesse.”

Dina laughs and shakes her head, “Ellie, you stopped replying to me the moment she came along.”

Staring down at her notes, Ellie stops writing and presses her pen hard against the paper. She sighs and looks up to stare at the back of your head. you looked pretty, she thought.

“God, you’re so fucking whipped it makes me sick,” her friend rolls her eyes. “I can’t even keep a conversation going with you.”

“Shut up.”

“So, where’d you run off to last night?”

“I just went back to my room,” Ellie sighed, taking a few glances at you diligently taking notes in the front of the class.

“Okay…” Dina smirks. “And how was it with (y/n)?”

“It was goo…” she stops for a couple a seconds before turning her head to the girl next to her who was already snickering into the palm of her hand. “How did you know?”

“Hickey,” Dina points. “Also, I saw you walk out with her.”

Blood rushes up to Ellie’s cheeks as she presses a hand against her neck, hoping to cover up the mark Dina was talking about.

“Jesus, Ellie. How long has it been? Like ten years? When are going to ask her?”

“I’m still working on it.”

“You’ll have dentures by the time you finish working on it.”

Ellie rolls her eyes and goes back to staring at the back of your head. She doesn’t exactly know why she’s so scared, if she’s being honest. She could go on about this like every other girl she approaches, but it felt different with you. You made her feel nervous. It was an strange feeling to her whenever it involved you.

But last night was amazing; the joy she felt to finally have you in her bed, the first time she heard her name slip out of your mouth like that, moaning for her, your body pressed up against hers as she held you down when you come undone. Fuck, it made feel so fuzzy inside—

“Ellie,” Dina nudges her, looking up from the desk.

Ellie snaps out of her daydream and blinks a few times before looking up in surprise. You stood in front of her as people were walking out of the room, headed to their other classes.

“Oh, hey, what’s up?” Ellie says, mentally slapping herself.

“Hey,” your voice calls out as Ellie notices you tighten your grip on the textbooks you held to your chest. “I was just wondering if you have some time later? To just talk, I mean. Talking only.”

You also mentally slapped yourself as you listened to how the words fell from your mouth and into Ellie’s ear. You hoped you didn’t sound too awkward given that never approached Ellie like this, let alone approach anyone like this for that matter. Ellie always felt so off limits, especially with girls coming after her 24/7, and it always just felt so intimidating to initiate something. But, last night was a major turn for you. You went to a frat party, drank a little, flirted a little, and you spoke to Ellie. You never knew speaking to Ellie would lead you to her bed but all the more, you were glad it happened.

“Uh, yeah. I-I have time,” Ellie replies, rubbing the back of her neck. She would always have time for you.

“Okay,” you laugh nervously and started to avoid looking into her eyes. “I’ll text you?”

Ellie swallowed the lump in her throat before nodding and staring at you intently as you started walking away. She thought as if none of this was actually happening, that it was just a dream. You could literally have any other reason to talk to her, but she knew this time was different. And she’ll be prepared.

“She has bigger balls than you.”

“Shut up, Dina.”

When Ellie went back to her room after all of her classes ended, she stood at her door and stared at her room intently, silently checking what embarrassing things she needed to hide and tuck away from you to see. Her room wasn’t exactly clean but right after you texted her that you’ll be coming over in thirty minutes, she rushed back to her room; it was cluttered with books and papers and homework she left to collect dust on her desk.

After she tidied up a little, she sat on the edge of her bed and looked around. Her room was spick and span. Everything was neatly placed in their designated spots, her bed was made and her desk wasn’t so jumbled up anymore. She put all of her hobbies out on display; her guitar stood at the wall next to her bed, sketches and small paintings on the wall just above her desk, nerdy posters of moons, planets and constellations and even her old high school lacrosse stick next to her closet.

Ellie turned to look at her newly made bed and sighed. You were here just last night. In her bed. She almost doesn’t believe herself when she says it in her head, but, fuck, she just wants you in her bed again.

A knock at her door pulled her back into reality. She sat up quickly and took another glance at her room, double checking for any misplaced items. Walking up to her door, she let her hand rest on the handle only for a moment before taking a deep breath and pulling the door open.

“Hi.”

“Hey,” Ellie steps aside and scratches the back of her neck, watching you intently as you step into her room.

You never got the chance to look around that much last night, but you become quite fascinated with the posters and drawings on the walls. Standing awkwardly in the middle of her dorm room, you let your eyes wander a little more until Ellie steps in front of you.

“You can sit on the bed if you want,” she tells you, pointing with her eyes.

The tension grows louder the more you stay quiet. Sitting at the edge of her bed, you watch as Ellie grabs a stool by her desk, that was previously occupied with sketch books and papers, places it in front of you before sitting against it.

You take a moment to observe her, watching the way she plays with her ring and pinky finger. She’s staring down at your shoes with and is doing her best to not look you in the eyes. You’ve never noticed that Ellie could get this nervous in the short amount of times you’ve spend with her in all of your childhood. She always seemed so overly confident about things and her opinions, but when it came to you, she barely says anything. It makes you think that she doesn’t like you sometimes.

“Do you hate me?”

Ellie looks up at you in surprise, eyebrows rising and she parts her lips slightly, “What?”

“I asked if you—“

“No, I heard you. I just…” she blinks and furrows her eyebrows. “Do you think I hate you?”

“Well… I mean, we’ve known each other for so long, but we don’t even talk,” you tell her, looking down at your hands nervously. “And you always talk to everyone else so easily but whenever we have a conversation, it’s… I don’t know. It’s always awkward or something. You don’t say much sometimes and it just makes me think—“

“Okay, okay,” Ellie let’s put a short laugh and presses a palm to her forehead. “I think we’re misunderstanding each other here.”

Ellie takes a second to look at your face. Your eyes carried uncertainty and you looked at her like you were going to cry almost. She realized that she needed to have a lot more courage now than she did before whenever she talked to you and wanted to make sure you knew what was going on. Ellie curves her lips into a soft smile.

“You remembered what happened last night, right?”

Nodding at her question, you feel the heat rise to your cheeks which caused Ellie to smirk. Of course, you remembered. Your heart started beating faster the moment you sat down on her bed.

“I wouldn’t have brought you here last night if I hated you.”

Ellie finds it cute how you stare at her intently as if you were still searching for the answer on her face.

“So… you like me?”

You see her smile sheepishly, bowing her head down as she rubs the top of her thighs with the palm of her hands. There were a lot of things going on right now and the fact that she had you in her bed in a way she didn’t expect would happen today made her smile even wider. You’re staring at her with so much curiosity and she can’t help but feel like her stomach was doing somersaults.

“(Y/n), I’ve been thinking about you all day,” Ellie whispers, leaning in close until she could feel your breath on her lips. “I like you more than you know.”

You almost stopped breathing. Staring at the girl in front of you with wide eyes, you let her words sink in. She likes you. The girl you’ve had a crush on, and the girl who you always thought hated you, likes you.

You watch her face as she looks at you in a amusement, “You’re serious?”

Ellie nods.

“I don’t want to be just some random girl you have in your bed every other week.”

“I don’t want you to, either.”

She’s smiling at you again, her face so close to yours. Her eyes dart back and forth a couple times from your eyes then down to you lips.

“Why weren’t you this charming with me before?”

Ellie places her hands on her bed, right next your hips, “Because you make me nervous.”

“You don’t seem that nervous now,” you whisper, putting your arms gently around her neck.

“I’m trying my best,” she shrugs with a lopsided grin on her face. She stares at you only for a moment before letting her eyes wander down to you soft and plump lips, waiting for her. “So… Can I kiss you now?”

You gently play with the hair resting at the back of her neck and smile, “If you don’t kiss me right now, I think I might die.”

Ellie exhales before dipping her head to claim your lips into a kiss with a soft moan. Her hands find your waist as you lets yours run through her hair, groaning into her mouth. You immediately welcome her tongue inside your mouth the moment she swipes it against your lips. Ellie caught your bottom lip in between her teeth and suckled on it, reveling in the soft moan you gave her. She releases your lip after a while and dips her head until her nose brushed along your jaw and neck jaw before going down until her lips latched onto a spot just below your jaw to suck fervently. Pushing you softly until your back is against her bed, she places her hands by your head to prop herself up above you.

Ellie pulls away from your neck just to look at you. She can feel all of the butterflies in her stomach The way your chest rises and falls. You’re here in her bed again, back against the mattress, soft bruises scattered along your neck and your arms are wrapped around her neck as you look at her with a breathless smile. How your hair is sprawled out on her bedsheets. Fuck, she could take you right now.

“There’s so many things I want to do to you.

a/n LMAO byeeeeeeeeee

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[jaeyunavenue]

Lucky Charm;

sim jaeyun au ,,,,uni!jake x gn!reader you and jake get into an argument before his big game

contains mentions of food,,cuss words,, fluff??

“You’re acting weird” jake said as you guys walked back to your dorm “are you mad? did i do something?” jaeyun asked as you puffed “what do you think jake?” you said looking for your keys in your bag “jake?! you never call me jake unless you’re upset” he said looking at you confused getting upset that you’re not telling him “well i am!” you said getting annoyed “then tell me ! i honestly don’t know why you are, im not a mind reader” he said responding with the same tone, walking into your apartment he follows behind you taking of his shoes. “Jake you literally left me at the table for a good 10 minutes to talk to god knows who” you said giving him the glare “are you serious right now?” jake said looking back at you “y/n shes a friend i don’t have to tell you everything! you need to stop wanting to know everyone i talk to” he said still standing by the door way, “i didn’t even say it like that jake! okay shes a friend, you could have told me ! thats the thing im annoyed about why do you always wanna keep things from me! you never tell me about your past relationships” you say feeling frustrated having the urge to cry, but you suck it up “because they’re not important stop getting all up in my business y/n, you’re being so fucking annoying right now” he says running his hand through his hair “we’ve been dating for almost two years now i have never tried to get all up in your business” you say mocking him “i always gave you your space! i never forced you to tell me anything and to say i’m being annoying?!” you say with your hand on your chest pointing to yourself “fine im annoying, you can go then, im done having this conversation” You say pushing him out the door way as he grabbed his shoes slamming the door behind him. “fuck!” you hear him cuss from the other side of the door “y/n?” your best friend isa says opening her door stepping out of her room as you turn to face her “you okay?” she asked as you shake your head with tears in your eyes “come here” isa says opening her arms for you.

You woke up next to isa, staring at the ceiling for a couple of minutes, “should i go to jaeyun’s game? does he want me to go?“ you thought to yourself as you sighed getting up slowly trying not to wake isa up. You head to get your phone from the living room where you left it last night, you unlock it to see no text from jaeyun which made you feel worse since after every argument you guys would have he would always say “good night, i love you” but not this time.

You woke up next to isa, staring at the ceiling for a couple of minutes, “should i go to jaeyun’s game? does he want me to go?“ you thought to yourself as you sighed getting up slowly trying not to wake isa up. You head to get your phone from the living room where you left it last night, you unlock it to see no text from jaeyun which made you feel worse since after every argument you guys would have he would always say “good night, i love you” but not this time.

You locked your phone you decided to wash up and make breakfast. “morning” isa said rubbing her eyes sitting in front of you at the table, “what are you doing today” you asked her as she shrugged “im not sure yet, ryujin still wants to go see the game but i told her i wasn’t sure if you were gonna go” she said looking at you questionably “im not sure isa, he hasn’t texted me all morning,i don’t know if he still wants to see me” you said poking at your food “i didn’t mean to get all upset at him”, getting up you decide to get ready and change for the day. A ding was heard from your phone making your stomach flip, quickly running to it to see if it was jaeyun

riki🐥: goodmorning ! what did you go to jake? hes so grouchy and sad :/ he’s ruining my mood 🙄

you: morning riki ! we kinda had an argument last night ://

riki🐥: figured, well you better be coming to the game ! you have to~

you: still debating on it ! but i’ll let you know:)

Locking your phone and tossing it to the side you decide to watch a movie with isa. You watched about two movies until it was six in the afternoon an hour before the game “y/n, lets go to the game” isa said asking you for the third time “you’ll regret it if you don’t go” she said as much as you didn’t want to believe her you knew that you were gonna regret it, you have never missed any of jaeyun’s games. You sighed “fine, but you cant leave me to hang out with jooung” isa laughed “i promise i wont” she said sticking out her pinky. You quickly run to your room and put on jaeyun’s jersey, making your way with isa to the park the game was at, you walked onto the bleachers taking a seat next to ryujin

jaeyun<3 : im sorry y/n

jaeyun<3 : i didn’t mean to yell so loudly at you and say that to you.. i had too much wine that night

jaeyun<3 : and i know it’s not an excuse, im sorry baby i love you

y/n<3 : im sorry too, let’s talk after your game :((

y/n<3 : i love you<3 im here cheering for you always !

Jaeyun<3 : babe i was so worried you weren’t going to come, i was about to cry

jaeyun<3 : gotta go, see you soon

The game started and everyone started to cheer the two teams came out and you saw jaeyun looking around to find you, smiling after locking eyes with you as you sent him a heart and a thumbs up. The whistle blows and the ball starts rolling, you knew nothing about soccer but seeing your boyfriend have the time of his life playing his favorite sport is what made you so excited about it.

Jaeyun scores the final goal taking home the championship as everyone yells of happiness and his teammates run up to him to celebrate, they all get distracted with the trophy wanting to hold it themselves. Everyone soon starts to leave heading to the after party “we’ll see you there?” isa asks you as she gets up with ryujin “yeah” you replied smiling at them both as they walk the opposite direction. jaeyun sees you and starts running to you attacking you in a hug “thank you for coming y/n” he said not letting you go “i wouldn’t have missed it yun” you said looking up to him as he kisses your forehead “im sorry, i was stupid and definitely not thinking straight saying all those unnecessary comments towards you” jake said regretting everything “im sorry i pushed you out so roughly” you said as he laughed “i thought about what you said and you’re right, you have given me so much space and never questioned anything i do or where i go” he said looking into your eyes “so i will do my best to make sure you’re more involved with my life, i’ll be the best boyfriend ever” he said pulling you in for a hug again “I love you so much” he said as you rested your head on his chest smelling his cologne mixed with sweat “i love you jaeyun…also”you said pulling away “please dont let anyone else call you jaeyun” you said half jokingly, jaeyun let out a laugh “okay i wont, i’ll tell my mom” he said wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you guys followed his teammates to the locker rooms “hey ! aside from your parents “ you said laughing “i like your jersey by the way, you look so cute” he said admiring you “thank you ! im your biggest fan” you said jokingly “and my lucky charm” jake adds pulling you in to kiss the top of your head.

[betasuppe]

Ok as much as I love torturing you guys, I want to clear the air up, just a bit without spoiling too much because I woke up to MULTIPLE concerned asks about Emmet & his spouse today.

So, I want to hit on a few things really quick just in case anybody else is worried for our mess of a champion [I still want to respond to each of the asks individually too!], but I wanted to kinda explain myself before anyone else starts pointing the finger at Emmet's yet-to-be-introduced partner as being a toxic source in his life, because Emmet has every right to become angry & a bit of a jerk to the world for what he's been thru, so here we go:

First of all, I'm deeply sorry gang, but since I have a lot of new followers, if you were unaware...........

I'm a HUGE FAN OF VILLAINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

& that's probably gonna explain a lot with my set up for Emmet while Ingo has gone missing lol. & I especially love a good & vile villain who's sick everyone in the world & only really cares about their partner, so that's definitely gonna play into this too [hey, this AU was made by me for me, after all, so I'm peppering in my favorite tropes just because♡].

But I want you guys to consider Emmet's journey to becoming Champion like his villain origin story... Jumping back to the beginning, we have Ingo suddenly vanish, with absolutely no explanation, at all. Both brothers are major workaholics & really have so much love for their jobs, so instead of allowing himself to process all the emotions related to the fear & grief of losing his twin bro, Emmet just decides he's going to attempt to fill in for both the Single & Double subway battles, as if nothing at all is wrong.

People start picking up on it really REALLY quickly, especially when the twin in black stops making appearances on the subway, that something's up & start pestering him about Ingo's whereabouts. People literally fight to make their way to Emmet, just to harass him with question after unanswerable question about his brother.

Soon, it hits the tabloids & newspapers that one of Nimbasa's famed Subway Bosses is missing in action & they start harassing him even more, on top of the subway passengers & trainers &.... all the while, Emmet still hasn't gotten any time to grieve & is working himself down to the bone, trying to do the job of two workaholics, which is just not possible tbh.

As maybe the 2nd then 3rd week trickle by, Emmet's stressed as sin, barely eating, rarely even sleeping & is still being wracked by fear & doubts about Ingo's vanishing act. He sleeps in an office in Gear Station, not even wanting to go back to the apartment he & his twin shared. He can't catch a break from reporters & trainers & everybody & their mothers asking about his brother & what's going on. Meanwhile, Emmet himself is completely clueless & burned out & exhausted & is ready to collapse, but still keeps on a brave face & ignores all the questions & harassment, trying to do his job & his brother's all the while.

So, imagine in this state, when you can barely stay awake & on your feet, people keep antagonizing you about your much more intriguing cold case of a brother [& ignoring you, the dark circles under your eyes, & your well being all the while], & you're at your mental, physical & emotional breaking point... when someone fights their way to you FOR you & is genuinely concerned about YOU.

They look at you & see you're one teeny tiny step away from falling down & never getting back up, they don't believe you when you try to casually blow their concerns off... instead becoming even more worried for your well being.

Then, they pull you away from the work that's been killing you & away from the hoards of people antagonizing you for stories & news you don't have. They get you somewhere safe away from the world & force the first hot meal you've had in weeks into your hands & insist you get some sleep while they stay by your side & keep the rest of the ugly world away. As the days move on, they stay with you, making sure you get back up on your feet & filling in for the loneliness you've been trying to avoid, thanks to your missing sibling & closest friend.

This someone looking out for you might not have been the most important person in your life before all this happened, maybe a loose acquaintance or something like that, but try & tell me you wouldn't feel some sort of fondness for this one person who's fighting for your health & taking care of you. Tell me that you won't become bitter at the rest of the world who all overlooked you, just wanting the juicy details about the heartbreaking disappearance of your twin. Tell me that you won't push yourself into what you love most & won't become a jerk back to the world who ignored you in favor of someone more intriguing.

... at least, it all makes plenty of sense to me in Emmet's point of view. He's definitely going through a corruption arc & he's become a slick, cruel bastard, but it's not for lack of love or support. He has a good partner who is genuinely worried for his well being & is trying to help him, but ultimately, Emmet is angry with the world & doing what he does best to show them all who's boss!

.... don't think that doesn't make his & Ingo's eventual reunion any easier because it's gonna be a bumpy road too lmaooo

[letterstotheflre]

my drug is my baby

summary: sirius is glad he was patient enough with you and takes part of what he has been craving most

warnings: daddy kink, a smidge of religious references, dacryphilia, overstimulation, fingering and oral sex (fem receiver), innocence/corruption kink

word count: 3.2k

a/n: i kinda hate this now but i think it’s because i read it too many times, idk || i think it's a universal experience to not being able to cum from your own fingers... right?? and we all know that sirius has a crying kink... also i think it’s so hot when they make you thank them for letting you cum, sue me!!

Sirius Black liked to believe he was a patient man when he needed to be.

He was known for being reckless, always jumping into the next adventure without much thought, ready to follow James wherever he went. Most of the time he spoke without thinking, especially if he knew his comments would make his parents red with rage. Sometimes he didn’t even mean what he said, he just spewed whatever progressive or controversial opinion he had in hopes of making his mother’s heart stop beating.

He revelled in making rash decisions, somehow always ending up being benefited by them. He never gave much thought to anything: always doing his homework last minute yet somehow still getting top marks, taking some jokes too far, never taking into consideration other people’s safety unless they were close friends.

Some may call him selfish, but he liked not having to put too much thought into every single action. He spent most of his childhood walking on eggshells, afraid of saying the wrong thing and being punished or worse, Regulus taking the beating for him. But now that he finally escaped the Black family, he enjoyed the freedom that came with leaving Grimmauld Place.

He enjoyed breaking rules and creating chaos. It made him feel mighty, knowing he had the power to make all of those choices, still coming out on top, and see how they affected certain people. Most applauded him, revered him for being so spontaneous and adventurous; others couldn’t stand him, complaining about his mean jabs and sometimes harmful pranks.

Yet he knew how to wait for the things he deemed important or worthy. He knew that it was best to wait for Euphemia’s cherry pie to cool down before eating it, to wait for three days after the full moon to make a werewolf joke to Remus, to wait a few hours after James lost a Quidditch match to suggest a quick trip to The Three Broomsticks. And he knew it was best to wait for you.

Good things come to those who wait, that was his mantra. Of course, most of his restraint when it came to you was because he cared deeply about you and your comfort, but his conscience also drove him to keep his hands to himself. Every time his hands were about to go under your skirt, every time he heard your breathy moans when he kissed your neck, every time you looked at him with pouty lips begging for a kiss and his fingers craved to squeeze your neck, he took a step back. He felt so guilty for tainting something that in his mind was so pure, so he just held you close and peppered your face with kisses until you giggled.

But the thought of you being so untouched and how bashful you looked when he teased you or someone made a sexual comment made him want to ruin your innocence. Something inside him craved to see you tainted, to have you writhing under him as he rolled his hips against yours while you clutched his shoulders. He wanted to take that holiness you had and turn it into something so sinful that there was no way for you to ask for redemption.

And when you opened the door and took the first step, who was he to deny you?

He dragged everything out. Since the day when he taught you how to touch yourself, he wanted to make you wait for every sexual act that followed. He wanted to see how long it would take for you to beg him for some relief.

So today during a lecture when you looked at him with glazed over eyes and begged him to help you relieve the strange ache you felt in your stomach since you woke, he decided to be benevolent and give you some relief. He swiftly moved his hand under your skirt (thanking God that most of your closet consisted of that particular piece of clothing and dresses) and pushed aside your underwear before his fingers made way between your dripping folds. He didn’t enter you, just played with your clit until you had to bite the back of your hand to muffle your moans.

But when you whispered a small “thank you, daddy” and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, the only thing he wanted to do was take you back to his room and press you to the bed until your legs shook and tears ran down your cheeks. His eyes quickly scanned the classroom to make sure no one saw or heard anything, shoulders tense because of your words. All he could see were students with their own glassy eyes as they listened to whatever the professor was talking about. Fucking tease, Sirius thought.

And now, as he watched you on your knees and clutching his leg, lips pouty and cheek nuzzling his jean covered thigh, he was thankful for being patient enough.

“Please, Sirius, they’re back,” you said. He knew exactly what you were talking about, but played dumb as one hand petted your hair. “What’s back, baby?”

“The tingles,” you explained.

“And you need me to fix it, hm?” A small taunt was evident in his tone. “Your hands aren’t enough anymore, right bunny?”

Your cheeks warmed up at the implication, nevertheless, you shook your head. You still managed to make yourself cum, but the way Sirius could play with your clit like an experienced musician and how his big hands moved your hips along his jean covered leg would never compare to your dainty digits. The thought of his big fingers inside of you was enough to increase the tingles, and your hands pressed down on your stomach trying to soothe the pain.

“Please, Sirius, it hurts so bad,” you whimpered.

“Use your words, angel. Be good,” he said. You looked up at him with watery eyes, your mind already slipping and not letting you form too many coherent thoughts. “Please, daddy,” you sniffled.

He kept petting your head. “What do you want, angel?” He asked, looking almost bored with the situation as he listened to your pleads. “Anything,” you whined.

He shook his head, mocking disappointment. “You know you have to ask for what you want, puppy.” Even though he wasn’t angry, honestly a little amused at your desperation, his voice was stern, trying to engrave his rules in your fuzzy brain.

Your hands squeezed his leg, “I need you… down there.”

“You need to be clearer.''

You closed your eyes. You hated being so crass, but Sirius certainly had no qualms about it. “I need you… in my pussy,” you got out. But it wasn’t enough, not for Sirius who longed to ruin every aspect of your innocence. “What do you want, baby? D’ya want my fingers or my tongue?”

“Both,” you whined. Bingo, he thought with a dark smirk that would’ve sent shivers down your spine if you weren’t absolutely drenching and desperate for his touch. “Up you get, puppy,” he said, “lay on the bed f’me.”

You got on the bed right next to him, your head laying on one of your fluffy pillows. Your dress rode up a bit with your movements, but it didn’t really matter, and you pressed your legs together trying to relieve some of the tension while you waited for Sirius to do something. He simply watched you, taking in the image of you wriggling in place and toying with the rings he bought you for your birthday.

You felt a soft touch on your calves, and it gave you a fluttering feeling in your stomach. Sirius’s hands were moving slowly up your legs, nudging them apart without needing much force since you complied immediately. You were about to burst, ready to scream at him to just get on with it, but decided to keep quiet.

One of his hands made its way to the edge of your dress, swiftly going under it and his fingers slightly grazing your clothed pussy. Your hips bucked at the soft touch, but then just as quickly as it came it was gone. “No, come back!” you implored, reaching for Sirius’s wrist but being too slow.

Sirius arched one eyebrow, “What was that?”

“I’m sorry!” you cried out, “M’sorry, I just need you so bad. It hurts.” But Sirius remained where he was, arms now crossed over his chest as he looked at you. His eyes were full of disappointment and you wanted to cry, “What’s gotten into you today? You were so demanding in class before, so bratty, I don’t think you deserve it at all.” He was stretching the truth, you were by far the least bratty person he had ever been with, but he couldn’t help himself when he saw how much his words affected you.

A few tears fell at his words, “No, no, m’not bratty. I’m a good girl, daddy. I promise I’ll be so so good, your best girl! I won’t ask for anything more, m’sorry.'' You were saying anything you could to convince him that you were still his good girl, his angel.

Your lips were quivering and your chest was heaving with sobs you tried to keep inside; babbling apologies and trying to convince him that you would never act like this again, and he finally took pity on you. His hands gripped your ankles and opened your legs so he could lay comfortably between them. He could see a dark patch on your lavender underwear, and he huffed out a laugh with a slightly amused shake of his head. “I forgive you, bunny, but you’ll have to take everything that I give you. D’you think you can do that f’me?”

You nodded eagerly, choking a small ‘thank you’ as you tried to control your breath. He grabbed the ends of your dress and bunched it up over your waist, not bothering to take it off. He licked a strip over your underwear and the combination of his warm tongue with the friction of the cotton cloth was enough to make you mewl.

Sirius could not deny that he had been craving to taste you once more after he licked your fingers clean that day, and now only getting a smidge of your taste from what seeped through your underwear drove him insane. He needed to taste you completely, so he quickly pulled them off and pocketed them in the back of his jeans.

He used his fingers to spread your folds wide open, staring hungrily at all the slick that had gathered. “Oh puppy, look at the mess you’ve already made,” he crooned. “Y’re dripping, d’ya really need me this bad?”

“Yes, so so bad. Please, daddy.” He was so close, his warm breath hitting your wet folds and making you tremble in anticipation.

You watched, using your elbows to raise yourself a little, as he slowly started to take his rings off. “Hold ‘em for me, bunny, don’t want them to get dirty,” he said as he slid his chunky rings into your fingers. The metal dangled a little because of the size difference, so you closed your hands to keep them from falling.

Finally, his tongue made contact with your clit and you sighed in relief. It was followed by a moan when he started to suck on it, making sure to swirl his tongue all around before slurping. He looked like a starved man that finally came into contact with some sweet fruit, moving his head around your pussy to have you gushing on him. The ache in your tummy was slowly decreasing, now replaced with a nice fluttering feeling.

Your whines and moans echoed through his ears, resembling the most beautiful angel choir he had ever heard. He pulled away for a moment, “I’ve been waiting to taste you for days, puppy. S’better than I remembered.”

The more he pushed his tongue inside you, the more your legs shook. You involuntarily closed them, your pillowy thighs acting as earmuffs around Sirius’s head. He let them rest there for a few seconds before pushing them open once more, adding more fervour to his movements, eager to drink your sweet ambrosia.

Your closed fists went to his head, and you opened them a little to grip his hair, trying to ground yourself. “Gonna cum, daddy, can I?” You breathed out. Sirius just hummed, sending vibrations that were enough to make you let go. You tried to close your legs once more, but his shoulders prevented you from doing so. You felt like you were floating, your brain shutting off for a few seconds before returning to earth.

But Sirius didn’t stop moving his tongue, one of his fingers circling your hole before entering you slowly. Just one of his fingers felt like two of yours, even though you knew it wasn’t an accurate comparison. The stretch this time burned more than when you touched yourself, and you whined while shaking your head. “Too much, s’too much.”

Sirius paused for a moment so he could press your legs to your chest with one hand while the other kept moving in and out of you. The sudden switch in position made you gasp, but not as much as when Sirius thrust his fingers hard. “Are you dumb? I told you you had to take everything I gave you. D’you want to make me mad again?”

More tears fell when he curled his fingers, expertly finding that spongy spot inside you that pumped white heat through your veins. The way they twisted resembled a musician fiddling with a harp, your needy whines accompanying them like the main act. “No no, I can take it” you gasped, drowning in bliss as his fingers kept hitting the perfect spots.

You were already so close, Sirius giving you no respite as he quickly pushed his fingers. Your hand gripped his arm, fingertips digging the ink-covered skin. “C-close,” you whined, eyes rolling back and mouth open as you felt the tension ready to break.

“Going to make more of a mess, angel?” he grumbled, and you tried to nod as much as you could in your constricted position. Sirius chuckled, “Dirty little thing. Go on, I’ve got you.”

You whimpered brokenly as he pulled another orgasm from you. It felt like his fingertips were scrapping your insides to drag it out, and your feet dangled in the air as you swung them while trying to grab his wrist to stop him from moving.

Sirius couldn’t tear his eyes from you, with your pretty tears dripping down your cheeks and your chest heaving with small sobs from how good you felt. For him, all for him and only ever for him, because no one had ever touched you like he has and no one else ever would. “You look so pretty like this,” he cooed. “God I love your tears, baby, look how hard you make me.”

Your eyes moved down his body—when had he taken off his shirt? His tattoos splayed over his toned muscles made you clench around his fingers. You adored the small drawings that covered most of his body, they looked so beautiful on him and you just wanted to cry even more at how pretty your boyfriend was. When your eyes moved lower, following his previous instruction, you could see there was already a bulge in his pants that you knew was his cock, and your mouth watered at the thought of it just resting against his stomach like it did the first time you sucked him.

“I wanna feel you,” you cried while stretching your hands to touch him. He let you, your soft palms going over his chest and grabbing his shoulders so you could pull him down. “Kissie,” you breathed, letting his lips hover over yours for a second before kissing you hard and messily. His tongue played with yours and it only added more fuel to the fire inside you.

A moan broke you apart when his fingers resumed their pace, “P-please, no more” you babbled, the stimulation too much to bear.

“How are you gonna take my cock if you can’t take my fingers, hm?” He asked and you whined, his fingers burying themselves up to his knuckles and making your eyes roll back once more. Your mouth was dry from being constantly open, whimpers and moans constantly escaping from the open cavity. “Come on, one more, I know you have it in you. My good girl aren’t you?”

The squelching sounds were so dirty and they rang through your ears,  yet even through your fuzzy mind you could discern the important words, “Y-your good girl,” you managed to get out with a smile, glad to be praised by him.

His other hand pressed down on your legs even more, and now you could see the way the digits moved in and out of you, a slight sheen coating the skin every time they came out. “God, you were right, bunny, you are tight,” he grunted, “I don’t think I’ll ever fit, m’gonna break you.”

At that, your eyes widened. “No no, you’ll fit, daddy!” But he just chuckled at your desperation, “M’gonna break you in half, angel. Do you want that? Do you want me to split you open?”

A small chant of ’yes’ and ‘please’ echoed through the room. You could feel another wave coming, ready to wash over you as your toes curled in anticipation. It was like you were dangling on the edge, your hands holding on for dear life as you tried to hold on, and your moans grew louder and louder with every thrust Sirius gave.

Your clenching walls around his digits were warning enough for him, and he kept his eyes on your form as you struggled to keep it at bay, waiting for his permission. He watched as your ring clad fingers scrambled to the sheets, gripping them tightly as your head moved from side to side. “That’s it, bunny, let go f’me” and with one harsh thrust, you slackened the hold you had on your release and finally let go.

If you felt like you were still on your body you would’ve screamed. A white heat engulfed you as your vision grew hazy, your hips raising of their own accord and aiding Sirius in dragging your orgasm out. You looked so beautiful like this, a sweaty sheen on your skin and now tangled up hair sticking to your forehead. Sirius leant down, tongue cleaning the fallen tears before they dried, and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped you.

He grabbed your face, squishing your spit covered cheeks. “What do you say, angel?”

With a shuddering breath, you looked into his stormy eyes as he cleaned your release from his fingers with his tongue. “Thank you, daddy.”

You tried to lower your legs, but Sirius kept them in place. You stared at him, confused, yet he was staring at your puffy cunt, all shiny and stretched out for him. A smirk covered his lips as he finally looked at you, “I think y’re finally ready for m’cock, angel.”

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