#and the only reason i would have paid for them is for the bag art and tag art which was not worth $60

[foolcrum57]

im gonna be frank here the paintbrush plush tease has got me really conflicted.. like as a dedicated self-proclaimed objshow plush collector [as in i own all the ii and bfdi contestant plushes] the ii ones just... suck compared to the bfdi ones? like this obviously depends on the goals of the seller and the manufacturer but the bfdi plushes are big, soft, huggable and really fun to use . even ignoring the ethics of selling the yy plush the ii plushes feel specifically built to be a collectors item you keep on a shelf and honestly i do not like that and i dont know if i wanna spend money on paintbrush!!!

[taiyeoki]

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘? | 𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐎

↳ Kashimo + Reader

Genre . Smut

Warning . 🔞Minors do not interact | Contains breeding/impregnation, face fucking, nipple play, fingering, cancelled orgasm

Synopsis . Kashimo doesn't always show vulnerable emotions but when a man comes around fancying you, his wife, that wall comes crashing down with the simplest jealousy. Now he just wants to fuck you till tomorrow. Maybe putting a baby in you will make sure you're his.

A/N . This was supposed to be finished way sooner but I got too caught up with some other work, causing me to sleep at 4-5am for weeks straight and it physically affected me so I got body ache and inflammation. Turns out I got covid. And then afterwards, which is currently, I'm focusing a lot on art lmao.

You had no plans today but to lay around on the couch all day long. Kashimo didn't mind since he's used to the woman staying at home during his time period anyway. The only difference now though is that you weren't even doing any chores. He never forced you to do them though, but seeing you sprawled out on the couch with a bag of chips next to you had him pushing you to get up.

Which is why you were here now, going into stores around the city. No way is Kashimo Hajime going to let his wife laze around all day. He cared about his wife's wellbeing and he knew the negative effects of being cooped up at home. However, this time he wasn't one bit pleased at all. He just regrets taking you out in the first place.

Your husband held a scowl on his face. He always looked fierce to begin with but this was different. You could feel his stare boring holes into the back of your head.

Going to the counter to order takeaways, the cashier held a rather innocent looking expression. The bright smile and friendly service wasn't fooling Kashimo though. He knew the cash register's true intentions weren't just to serve you.

"That'll be $15.70 ma'am," the man's smile widened in an attempt to be 'friendly'. It felt so disgustingly fake to your husband though. You replied with a polite "thank you," as you took your food, smiling in return but Kashimo saw how he purposely brushed his hand onto yours when serving you your order. He knew that you were too kind for your own good so it wasn't your fault for reciprocating the polite gesture but it pissed him off how anyone would try to fancy his wife.

Unfortunately for him, the cashier initiated a little conversation with you.

"I hope you enjoy your food. You've got great taste based on what you ordered. As expected from a woman such as yourself," his eyes darkened with intent staring at your frame, the smile he held wasn't going to fool Kashimo though.

"Do you come here often? I would love to help serve you again," his tongue darts out to lick his lips, almost as if he's moistening his lips to prolong more conversation.

"Oh, thank you. I guess I'm starting to become a usual customer here huh?" Chuckling, you replied noticing that you do come here more often than you think, appreciative of his kind offer.

"Great! That gives me even more reason to come to work," he laughs a bit at his joke but keeps his eyes on you. It was even more apparent now that he's leaning closer to you, close enough that he could take in your sweet scent which was supposed to be reserved for Kashimo only.

"Aren't you here to do your job? Or are you being paid to flirt with customers?" A smooth, velvety voice cuts in. Kashimo swiftly moves in front of you before you can pay for the food. He wasn't going to let this man touch you a second time, dropping the cash on the cashier's hands without even an inch of being near him so he wouldn't have to touch this 'thing'.

"T-thank you. You must be—"

"Her husband," Kashimo scoffed, a smug smile tugged on his lips handsomely. His agile movements snaked his arms around your waist, wrapping you right next to him to show who exactly you belong to.

Kashimo's presence only made the man look smaller than he was with your husband's dominating height towering over him. At least he wasn't dumb knowing how much more muscular your husband is compared to the guy working behind the counter trying to flirt with a married woman. His eyes zero in on Kashimo's strong hold on the small of your back and it was clear how possessive he got. You aren't bothered, leaning into Kashimo to envelope yourself in his comforting scent. The sight only made the man nervous with fear. He knew you were taken seeing from the beautiful blue ring that decorated your soft finger, both you and Kashimo having matching rings. Just by the looks of it he could tell how expensive it must've been and yet he still had the confidence to try and sway you— right in front of your husband too, who surely made more money than him with his part-time cashier job.

"Come on hun, let's go," Kashimo glances softly at you and his tone is gentle. Much different compared to this stranger who's just grateful that your husband decided to stay civil for the sake of his wife. He wears the look of horror when Kashimo turns around to face him once more.

"We'll be leaving now. I wouldn't expect a guy like you to be keeping their job for long if this is how you work."

Arriving home only meant that you had to deal with the little ordeal that happened, inquiring Kashimo about it. "What was that about? You didn't have to be rude you know."

Your beloved husband only scoffed when you reminded him of what happened. Seeing the sour expression on his face told you how annoyed he was, plus the deep scowl on his lips presented how pissed he was too. He pushes you against the kitchen counter, caging you between his strong arms as his lips latch onto your neck, kissing aggressively. You whine softly from how rough he's being, sucking on your supple skin creating hickeys everywhere while your fingers intertwine with his cyan locks. Your breaths are labored, he knows your body better than you do. He knows your sweet spots and your favourite positions, how you like it done and the perfect pace to do it.

Letting go, his saliva connects to your now bruised skin and he admires it.

"Pretty little mark. Should give you more don't you think?"

"Hajime, were you jealous?" You teased, giggling but your smirk is taken away when you feel his rough hand unclasp your bra, the other pulling your shirt up right above your breasts. Your sensitive skin exposed to the cold air causes your nipples to harden more than it needs to. Seeing this has blood rushing down to his cock as he flicks and tugs on your erect nipple, twisting it with the perfect pressure of his thumb and playing with your tits. Your head tips back with a moan, holding onto the kitchen counter for support while your husband ravages your body as he please.

Suddenly you feel his hot breath against your sensitive mounds. His lips wrap around your hardened nipple, sucking sensually producing lewd sounds from the wetness of your skin. His right hand continues to give attention to your left breast while he sucks on the other. You could feel Kashimo's calloused hand massaging your chest, the roughness of his thumb causing more friction against you as he twists and presses your nipple. God— his hands are too good. The man is skilled in pleasing you, he knows the perfect amount of pressure needed to have you over the edge.

Kashimo's free hand pushes your panties down, rubbing your already wet folds to get you prepped. He pushes a prodding finger against your walls, curling his finger just enough to hit the right spot. The sensation of his long finger abusing your sweet spot while his thumb circles your clit has you instinctively opening your legs further for more. Both his hands working you and his mouth sucking and lapping on your erect mounds already has you feeling like you're about to explode.

Your thighs shook in excitement as Kashimo's fingers slid inside of your already drenched cunt, and you moaned loudly, fingers scraping on the table under you with how your body is attacked by all this pleasure. Kashimo could feel your walls tighten around his digits. He knew whenever you needed to cum but as cruel as he is, Kashimo removes himself from your pussy, walls aching to release the familiar buildup in your abdomen.

You whined from the loss of sensation, feeling empty without him. "Hajime, why'd you st—"

He cuts you off, putting his pussy drenched finger inside of your mouth. "Lick it clean," His smooth, husky voice demanded. You couldn't deny how that turned you on more, sucking and lapping on your own juices off of his finger, making erotic sounds from it.

"There you go, see? Not so hard being a good little slut now right?"

He was enjoying the sight of your pretty lips wrapping his fingers, tasting yourself from it. Now his head was full of perverted thoughts on how you would look if you had your lips wrap his dick instead. If he had you sucking and choking on his fat cock.

Kashimo removes his finger from your mouth, too impatient to have you gagging on his dick. He kept his cyan eyes down on you while he licked his own fingers clean and it made you feel small and honestly inferior, submissive to him.

"Kneel down."

He had a mix of dominance and lust, greed hinted at the edge of his voice. You did as he said, kneeling down for your knees to take the weight while your face is in front of his crotch. Kashimo cupped his hand around the growing tent of his pants, rubbing it as his veins throbbed from the blood rushing south to his erection. "Go on. You know what to do," Kashimo had a smug smirk decorating his lips, eyeing down on you in front of him.

You gulped knowing what he wanted, the thought of his dick springing out of its restraints has you dripping wetter than before. Your hands pulled down on his pants slowly, earning a grunt from him at how you were taking your time in this. "Shit hun, stop teasing already," he grabbed a fistful of your hair and you moaned softly from how good it felt, forcing you to do as he say, rushing you more. Kashimo's left with his boxers on but you wanted to prolong your teasing. The tip of your tongue lapped at his clothed bulge leaving a damp spot, receiving labored breaths of sigh from him.

You continued your ministrations, licking his clothed shaft with the tip of your tongue like a needy slut until you yelped when he gently yanked on your hair, "what'd I say about teasing huh?" Your little fun of taking control was instantly stripped away when he forced you to stop. Pulling down the last of his restraints, his thick cock sprung out, tip leaking with precum.

Scrambling on your knees obediently, humiliation washed over you with your husband still gently grasping your hair. Kashimo's fingertip taps on his cock, smearing the pre-cum around the tip and then on your face.

"Pretty face would look better with my cock fucking into your mouth yeah?" He muses, moist tip rubbing up against your soft lips wanting to enter and just violate your face. You're practically drooling, tongue sticking out and he places his shaft flat onto it. You drag your tongue underneath him in a long and slow pace earning a low moan.

Your husband smoothly slides in his cock deep into your mouth, unprepared by his size even though you've already been married for years. You gagged a bit before adjusting to his length, drooling a bit onto his shaft and gripping on his thigh. His cock pushes through your lips, hitting the back of your throat while you try to breathe through your nose.

"Y'know you pissed me off. Just wanted to make me jealous huh?"

You couldn't respond. Cock deep in your mouth, you could only muffle in denial. It was true though, you didn't mean to make him jealous. What started off with you teasing him about it turned into him face fucking you. His smoothly styled cyan hair falls out of place, bangs sticking onto his face from the sweat forming on his forehead and his buns turning messy.

"Shouldn't my wife apologize? Use your big girl words and say you're sorry," the room resonates with his groans, his girth making it hard to breathe as you try and say sorry.

"Mmph- soh-wee—"

It was all you could say after all with a meaty cock in your mouth, nose brushing against his hair as he keeps you in place with the firm grip he has on your locks. A sadistic smirk curled onto Kashimo's lips as he watches, beginning to quicken up the pace. You hate and love how determined Kashimo is, once he sets his goal on something he'll do whatever it takes to achieve it. At this moment though, he's determined to have his wife deepthroating him.

The friction of each thrust has his dick tattooed in a darker red, grunting at the wet cave that's going to send him to heaven. His movements get sloppier and grow desperate, balls slapping against your chin with each thrust.

"Ah— fuck!" With a final thrust he spurts all his cum down your throat, pushing you right against him to keep you in place as his little cumdump and making sure to leave none behind. "Swallow," he demands, hot seed slides down your throat as you try and swallow while his dick is still in your mouth.

With a huff, Kashimo lets go of your abused throat to let you breathe. Gasping for air, your hand rubs your sore neck but you could see how his dick still stays standing despite how satisfied he was with jizzing in his wife's mouth.

Looking up at him, your husband's lips held the seductive smirk, palming on his wet, still-hard cock in front of you. Standing on his full height, he grabs your waist and pulls you up, laying your belly side on the kitchen counter behind you.

"You want this? Your pussy's drooling for my cock but you're not speaking clearly enough. I'm gonna need my little slut to speak. We can't have my wife suffering now can we?"

"Please.." you pleaded, his firm hand spanks your ass receiving a whine.

"Cute."

Kashimo slides inside with ease from how wet you were from your cancelled orgasm, cock stretching out your plush walls as your thighs shook in excitement. Moaning against your sleeve, you start fucking yourself on his dick. Kashimo doesn't hesitate in helping you, picking up the pace and fucking hard into your drenched cunt. You could feel every inch of his dick, pussy memorizing every pretty vein on him, how it feels like you two were made just for each other while his tip easily abuses your sensitive spot.

Your body glistens with sweat, shoulders littered with hickeys with Kashimo leaving bite marks on you, his teeth biting on your skin just hard enough to draw out pleasure without hurting you. You moaned as his fingers rubbed your clit in circles

Kashimo gets the perfect view of where your bodies are connected, every thrust from your squelching cunt creating a white ring of both your arousals. Your trembling legs were proof of how much you were enjoying it, toes curling and fingers gripping the smooth surface of the table with a muffled squeal.

"Fuck- gonna cum inside, gonna make you pregnant,"

He claws against your waist, the euphoria of him filling you up while your hardened nipples rubbed against the counter from each thrust's friction. Your mouth hung open but no noises escaped your pretty swollen lips. Kashimo loved the idea that his cock was making you feel so good that your brain couldn't even react to it all the while his tip kisses your womb with every push, hitting you in your fucked-out state.

"Can't even speak now? Wanna be a mommy huh? You like that idea?"

You tried reaching back to grab his arm, whimpering to signal that you were about to cum with the familiar coil tightening in your abdomen. Your husband leans down to give you kisses though they were more possessive than caring, giving sloppy french kisses with more tongue than lips. The sweat forming at your skin caused you to slide against the counter with every thrust, trying to grab on to anything for support.

The thought of your belly round with a baby and your fuller breasts being sensitive was enough for Kashimo to cum.

Teeth sinking into your neck to muffle his groans, his hot cum spilled inside of you making sure to paint every inch of your walls white. Spurts of his load fills your belly and he stays there cockwarming until it softens, pulling out.

Your husband's digits went down to spread your lower lips, watching how his cum oozed out of you. He curls his fingers to scoop up his orgasm and pushes it back into you, making sure his beloved wife is full of his hot seed.

"Hajime—"

"Sorry hun, I got too rough didn't I? I was just jealous but I'll make it up to you. I just love you so much," he plants a tender kiss on your back, massaging your sore hips.

Giggling at how he peppers soft kisses all over you, you reassure him. "It's okay, I had fun."

Chuckling, Kashimo nuzzles into your neck, still rubbing your sore flesh and promising to give you a full body massage.

"But hey, you'll make me such a happy daddy."

[sonyshock]

do you have any works you're most proud of over your career as an artist?

Many of the things I've done for Edmund McMillen, that's for sure! My backgrounds for Mewgenics.

Screenshots and not the pictures themselves because NDA!

I wouldn't say they're my most technically amazing work but sometimes i feel my involvement in Mewgenics has given my professional life a meaning like nothing else.

This specific card is also one piece I drew for fun that Edmund asked to turn into a card and then it became an official shirt. I consider it above my skill level and I'm proud of it. Also the second Eden I drew. I really like the colors in that one.

(The Famine one also got an official german translation I got to write by hand, just in the original 🥺. I've been learning german so that rocked)

Also the Sonic arc drawing series I did. It's a bit of a mixed bag (I do not like the Bad Guys or Chaos Races ones).

It's a project I started and finished. Also Evan Stanley shared one of them and said it looked great! (Said the others would be shared as well but I think it never happened 😂)

Also it might be minor but this art trade I did is an object of pride as well.

The picture itself is pretty small. But it got a lot of revisions long after I had considered it finished and not only paid off, but I feel it speaks well of my resilience.

This one had me apply some things I had been too scared to apply before, and I am just very happy with the expression.

Also these for no reason in particular. I just like how they look

Oh, right, also Sansfield

[petitelepus]

When I saw that you were taking Kimetsu academy request I clicked the box so fast... Anyway

I was hoping you could do a GN reader x Sanemi where they both like each other but won't admit it first. (probably drives everyone insane cause it's obvious as hell). But (Best buddy) Rengoku steps in and forces them on a date. (If it's fine could some things go wrong but in the end they both had fun)

Teacher!Sanemi X Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: You and Sanemi are old friends and go way back. That, and you guys also have feelings for each other, but you won't say it, so Kyojuro decides to help you guys out!

Warnings: None

A/N: Modern!AU, Kimetsu Academy, Gender Neutral Reader, Sanemi Shinazugawa

You and Sanemi Shinazugawa go way back. You were childhood friends and sometimes rivals even. While he became a teacher, you followed your parents' example and became a baker in this small bakery that belonged to your family. One day you would take over the business, but until then, you worked really hard to meet all the expectations bestowed on you.

It was a nice August day and you were serving customers when the bell by the door chimed you turned to greet the newest customer, only to see it was Sanemi, your childhood friend himself who entered your humble bakery.

"Ooh, Nemi-chan! Welcome to Sweet Dreams!" You laughed in a good manner and the young man scowled, "Don't call me that!"

"Sorry sorry!" You laughed lightly as you looked at him, "The usual?"

"Yes," He nodded as he paid and you smiled as you pulled your sleeves up, "Just a second and I'll prepare your order!"

"Don't you have it prepared already!?" He asked since he was your regular and always ordered the same thing. You chuckled, "It has been a busy day! Just take a seat and I'll bring your order to you."

"Tch, fine…" Sanemi grumbled as he sat on the table by the window and you smiled as you moved to prepare his order.

"Here we go!" You smiled as you stepped around the corner and placed the bag filled with Ohagi in front of him, alongside a small box.

"What the Hell is this?" He asked as he pointed at the box and you chuckled, "It is a piece of this week's specialty blueberry cheesecake!"

"I don't want it!" He snapped and yet you just kept on smiling, "Then give it to someone you like!"

"Idiot!" He snapped as he grabbed his Ohagi and the piece of the cake, "I'm leaving!"

"Have a nice day!" You called cheerfully after him… But as soon as the door was shut behind him, you let your smile go and sighed.

The truth was that you had given him the piece because you really liked him and all you wanted to see was his smile and you wanted to be the reason in one way or another behind that smile…

The bell chimed again and you were smiling again as you welcomed the next customer, "Welcome!"

The day went on and then came lunchtime and Sanemi pulled out his Ohagi and a piece of the blueberry cheesecake he had gotten from you.

He knew you gave it to him purely because you wanted him to give it to someone he liked, but he couldn't do that. The truth why Sanemi wouldn't give it to anyone he fancied was because it was you who he liked most…

"Ooh, what is this treat?" Came annoying art teacher Tengen's voice and Sanemi could feel the vein on his temple tighten, "It's called NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS!"

"Whoa, I just asked!" The art teacher chuckled as he walked away and Sanemi frowned as he bit into his Ohagi, choosing to save the cheesecake last.

"This cake looks good!" The history teacher Kyojuro suddenly popped up and smiled at the Sanemi, "Is this from that cute baker down the street?"

"They aren't cute!" Sanemi snapped as he stuffed his face full of Ohagi and Kyojuro, despite being a little dense sometimes, could tell that the math teacher liked you.

Everyone knew this, it was so painful to watch Sanemi deny it and based on what they heard of you, you were a similar case, unable to see that Sanemi liked you or the other way around.

Kyojuro hummed as he came up with a perfect plan to get you two to go out with each other and confess your feelings to each other!

A week went by and Kyojuro rushed to Sanemi's desk, "Shinazugawa!" He said excitedly and the scarred teacher looked at his colleague, "What?"

"Will you go out on a blind date!?"

"HAA!?" Sanemi scowled hard, "Why would I want that!? What a shitty proposition!"

"But I heard that the cute baker down the street is going out today also and it reminded me how lonely you ar-!"

"I'm not lonely!"

"How isolated you are and we wondered if you would like to let us match you up?" Kyojuro smiled excitedly, "We picked you a perfect date!"

"…And you are saying that they are going out today also?" Sanemi asked as he thought about you going out with some random loser and the idea made his blood boil for some reason.

"Yes!" Kyojuro nodded, "So how do you feel-!"

"Set me up!" The math teacher snapped and the history teacher cheered, "Alright, that's the spirit!"

So they set a date for Shinazugawa, who was supposed to see his date by the school's entrance gates… Only his date was someone he didn't expect to see.

"Y- You!?" Sanemi snapped as he stared at you and you blinked, "Oh, hi there Nemi-chan!"

"What the fuck are you doing here!?" The man asked and you tilted your head, "Your colleagues and friends told me that you wanted to see me outside work?"

"Those fuckers…!" The man growled as he realized that the two of you had been set up. He turned to look and he could see the other teachers looking from the windows.

"Well, would you like to head out?" You asked and Sanemi frowned, "Listen, this was just a nasty prank my stupid co-workers set up."

"Oh," You blinked before nodding, "I see… Then, would you like to come to my store and get some fresh Ohagi?"

"You don't need to-!"

"I insist!" You smiled as you grabbed his hand and started to lead him away from the school. As you were walking the two of you kept stealing small glances at each other when you were sure the other person wouldn't notice. The silence between you two started to be too heavy to withstand though.

"This is nice," You hummed thoughtfully, "When was the last time we saw outside work?"

"I-" The teacher stilled as he thought about it, "I… I can't remember."

"It must have been a while!" You chuckled in a good manner, "You're always so busy with kids and I'm busy with the bakery."

"It's not like I- Oi, watch it!" Sanemi quickly pulled you against him as some damn brats drove past you with their bicycles and the man's eyes widened as his nose picked up a smell of pure vanilla. Fuck, you smelled absolutely divine!

"Ah, you saved me! Thank you, that was close-!" You were saying but when you looked at him and saw him staring at you madly you yelped, "Ah- W- what's wrong?"

"Nothing!" Sanemi snapped as he stepped away from you, "Don't cling to me that hard!"

"Ah, sorry Nemi!" You apologized and he growled, "And stop calling me that!"

"Sorry-!" You were saying when you felt something fall on your cheek and you blinked, "Huh?"

"What is it-?" Sanemi was asking when he felt the same what you had felt… Followed by a sudden rainstorm and a roar of thunder wrecking through the air.

"Shit!" The man quickly grabbed your hand and you two started to run, "Where the fuck this storm came from!?"

"Holy shit!" You laughed like a maniac as the two of you ran, "This is hilarious!"

"There is nothing hilarious in this!"

"Over here!" You called and the two of you quickly docked under some convenience store's roof. The two of you were panting as you caught your breath, yet you couldn't help but laugh a little, "That was fun!"

"How, how was that funny!?" Sanemi asked and you chuckled, "You look like a wet dog!"

"Speak for yourself!"

"Ha ha!" You both straightened and looked ahead as the rain kept pouring down furiously.

"Whoa, it's really raining hard!" You thought out loud and the scarred man nodded, "Yeah."

"We might be here for a while!"

"We might."

You hummed as you looked at your friend, "So, what kind of prank it was that your friends pulled on you?"

"Huh?!"

"I mean, I came because they said you wanted to see me. So what did they tell you?"

"They-!" Sanemi stopped himself before he could blurt out that he was pissed by the idea of you going out with someone who you or he didn't know.

"Nothing…They just tricked me."

"I see," You nodded, "It's a shame."

"Why?"

"Well, I got really happy when I heard that you wanted to see me." You looked at him, "I'm sorry that you didn't feel the same way and that you ended up teaming with me."

"I-!" Sanemi stuttered as he realized that he had suddenly become the bad guy, "I wasn't thinking that, not at all!"

"You weren't?" Now you were confused and he frowned, "No!"

"Ah, I see…"

"Yeah…"

"Well, while we are hiding here, do you want to know why I chose to become a baker like my parents?" You asked and Sanemi stared at you for a second before he sighed and nodded, "Sure."

"When I was small and would get something yummy to eat, I would always smile. The same thing happened with my parents' customers. When they bit into their sweets they would smile and that made them so happy to see that their baking made people smile so happily."

Sanemi recalled that memory, how your parents would always give him sweets to bring back home to his younger siblings and mother.

"So!" You smiled as you looked at Sanemi standing next to you, "I became a baker so I could keep making people smile! But…"

"But?"

"The person I most wanted to smile was the person I loved so much." You chuckled a little sadly, "Yet, years have gone by and I haven't seen that smile yet. I must not be that good baker yet…"

"Tch, they sound like a real idiot…!" Sanemi grumbled, "Who wouldn't smile when eating your sweets? They're perfect."

You blinked, stunned by what you heard, but as you registered his words, a smile broke out on your face, "Thank you Nemi-chan! Hearing you say that makes me so very happy!"

"Yeah yeah, I'm just stating the obvious."

"Hm hm," You hummed happily as you looked up at the dark rain clouds, "I really like you Sanemi…"

"What was that?" The young man turned to look at you, and you flinched as you laughed, "Ha ha, nothing, I just thought something out loud!"

"Huh." He nodded and suddenly, just like magic, it stopped raining and even the sun shined through the clouds.

"Oh, hey, look!" You grinned, "It stopped raining!"

"It did," He nodded.

"Let's go get that Ohagi!" You cheered and smiled as you reached for his hand, but realizing that it might have been too intimate, you pulled your hand back… Only for Sanemi to reach out and grab the said hand of yours.

"Huh?" You blinked as you saw his hand wrap around yours and you looked up in confusion, only to see Sanemi looking at you so intensely.

"I really like you too." He stated and you stared at him with your eyes wide as you realized that he must have heard you earlier.

"Ah- I- Uh-!" You couldn't find the right words you wanted to say and it flustered you, "I… Thank you…"

"Hm," He nodded as he squeezed your hand, "Let's go."

So, time passed and after the weekend, the teachers excitedly surrounded their short-tempered scarred colleague.

"How did the date between you two go?" Someone asked as Sanemi sat by his desk. The man scowled, "It's none of your business!"

"So, the two of you are dating now?" Another question and the teacher frowned as he reached for his bag and pulled out the Ohagi he had gotten from you earlier, "Again, it doesn't belong to you!"

"What you got today?" Kyojuro asked as he saw the extra box and Sanemi grumbled as he opened the said box and the teachers excitedly looked inside…To see a small heart-shaped chocolate cake, decorated with a single strawberry cut in the shape of a heart.

"Oh wow!"

"So pretty!"

"Are you going to eat that?"

"GO AWAY YOU BASTARDS, IT'S MINE!"

Just like he was yours and vice versa.

[simp999]

A New Home Ch. 1

Splatoon Manga Various x Skilled! Isekai'd Reader

What happens when a Splatoon Manga fan gets sent to Inkopolis?

Will you change the plot entirely?

Will you make a lot of friends or will you become the most feared inkling in town?

Series: Splatoon

Wc: 1.2k

A/N: If anyone wants to be on a taglist for this series, don't be afraid to tell me :D

A/N 2: Hey! I've already got a couple chapters ready to publish, just gotta finish the art for the banner and clean them up! Buckle your seatbelts, we're in for a long ride! Love you guys! <3

Warnings: Minimal swearing, I'll try to cool it.

Notes: 'Thinking' "Speaking"

Next part

You gently rubbed the sides of your temples as you attempted to soothe the painful throbbing coming from your skull. 

‘What the hell happened?’

Only once the pain had finally subsided were you able to take in your unfamiliar surroundings. You were sitting in a back alleyway.

"Well that’s not sketchy whatsoever,"

You mumble to yourself, noticing the odd colors. You weren’t sure how to explain it, but everything seemed more… vivid? Saturated? The leaves were greener, and there were brightly colored signs and stickers everywhere. It kind of reminds you of how Japan looks in the media. You saw that you had the strap of your backpack gripped in the hand that wasn’t just soothing your headache, you were glad that you had something familiar with you. You quickly assessed the items you had in there. Water bottle, phone, charger, notepad, pencils, eraser, mini first aid kid, and oh, would you look at that, some pain-soothing meds. Perfect. Thanking any of the gods above for this being one of the singular times that you were prepared, you took the small pill. You heard lots of chattering coming from outside the alleyway. Once you were finally able to stand up, not without feeling slightly dizzy for a second, you made your way to the middle of a wide-open area.

'No damn way.'

Are those inklings walking around? You quickly jump back into the alleyway, trying to catch your breath and figure out what the hell is going on here. You look down at your hands once again and see that they’re bigger, and your fingers are definitely more square than you remember them being. You look around in a panicked state, trying to find some sort of reflective surface. You find a broken-down shop window’s glass, and what looks back at you definitely isn’t you. Or at least, the you that you’re used to seeing. What’s staring back at you is your avatar, from your favorite Nintendo game. Your eyes are bigger, and you have… tentacles? You immediately bring your hand up to feel them. Oh, they’re not as slimy as you thought. That’s good. But they sure are sensitive. 

'Alright,'You think to yourself, 'I can get used to this. Yeah. This is fine. Probably just a weird, extremely realistic dream of some sort.'

You peek your head out of the alleyway, to take in the sight of Inkopolis Plaza once again.

'Yup. Absolutely normal.' A few moments pass and your thoughts start to calm, making you more reasonable.

'Hey wait, doesn’t this mean that I don’t have to worry about real-life stuff? Maybe I could just enjoy this for a bit. That sounds nice.'

With a quick breath in and out, you shrug your bag over your shoulders and make your way to the center of the square.

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You paid no mind to the chatter around you, - until it involved you. After getting bumped into by an idiotic inkling running by, you decide that you’re better off ignoring him, trying to make your presence as non-noticeable as possible. 

“Oh, sorry about that!”

“Yeah, no worries.”

The inkling continues on and you’re about to settle down on a nearby bench when you realize,

'Was that blue inkling wearing goggles?'

You try to glance back at the inkling boy, but he’s already gone into Inkopolis Tower. 

'Well, this is Splatoon one, and they’ve got limited gear, so it was probably just some random dude.' You reason with yourself, trying not to get your hopes up.

You sit on the bench with your backpack on your lap, taking in the scenery. 

'I’ve got nothing better to do, so maybe I should try some turf while I’m here? This probably is just a dream, so I’ve only got so much time here, right? So why not enjoy it?'

With a small smile on your face, you realize that you don’t have a weapon, so you make your way over to Ammo Knights. Remembering how much Sheldon likes to talk, you try to walk around the store discreetly while looking around for your main weapon while his back is turned. You assume he’s cleaning a weapon or something.

“Ah, hello, hello! You seem to be new here, may I introduce you to some weapons?-”

You're quick to cut him off before he can continue, claiming that you’re looking for your main weapon.

“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to get more experience doing turf war before getting a weapon of that caliber. Here, how about you try this one?”

Sheldon hands you a Splattershot Jr. and sends you off.

You look down at the weapon held lazily in your hands. 

.

.

.

Seriously? You’re an S+ ranker for cod’s sake, rank X in Splatoon 2! Man, this is infuriating, but it’s not like you can do anything about it. You take a quick glance at your reflection then look down at your shirt. Your basic tee. You look a little lower and spot the cream basics.

“Oh, guess I really am a newbie.” 

…

“I s'pose I’ve never actually played turf before, so maybe I do suck.”

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A couple of matches of carrying your team and spawn-camping your opponents later, it seems you’re ‘good’ enough to get a better weapon, and gear. After the first two matches you started to feel really bad, so you went easy on the opponents, opting to simply turf.

Even if you weren’t up the the ‘right level’ or whatever, Sheldon could easily tell that you’re some kind of veteran with the way you carried yourself and your weapon. Not to mention how pressed you were about getting your main. So despite not being at the proper level, he carefully handed you your favorite weapon and allowed you to test it out in the training range. With him watching over carefully, of course. He really hoped he was making the right decision here, or else you’re paying double-maybe even triple for the weapon if you break it.

You roll your eyes at him, holding the weapon as if it were your most prized possession. 

And man, did it feel good. 

It’s like it felt just right in your hands, like it was made for you. 

You made your way to the training area, inspecting the weapon carefully since, y’know, you've never technically used it before. Once you figured out how the ink worked, you started attacking the targets, with perfect precision. Not one wasted drop of ink. 

You’re crouched down after destroying all of the targets in seconds, taking a breather. You get up and dust yourself off, looking at your beloved weapon. 

‘Oh yeah, we’re gonna have lots of fun.’ You look at the machine in your hands with adoration.

It’s almost like you’ve been doing this for years, the muscle memory is definitely there. It’s almost like your skills transferred over from how good you were at the game.

'That’s pretty useful,' you think to yourself, walking out of the shop as Sheldon stares at the ‘newbie’ with his jaw on the floor.

Next part

Apr.5.23

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Getaway Plan

Cash Wheeler X Wife reader

Summary: Cash get's arested and Y/n promises she will do anything to make sure they don't take him away from her

Main Masterlist Cash Wheeler Masterlist

I always told myself that I would have a getaway plan. Who knows what would happen, who knows who I would marry? If anything ever happened I was ready. This getaway plan was more of a getaway bag. I had all of the basic things I would need to run away and escape. Clothing, batteries, flashlights. I had everything needed to survive if I was ever stranded in the woods. Along with that, I had fake IDs and passports, about 10k in cash, a burner phone and various weapons. It’s not like I was a criminal in hiding I just liked to be prepared just in case. If something ever went south I could grab my bag and go. 

I sat in the living room with a glass of wine working on one of my latest art pieces when I got an unknown call on our landline. I knew it had to be important because who uses a landline anymore? I only kept it since it was hooked up with my security system. I picked up the phone and was greeted by a deep voice on the other line “Hello is this Mrs. Wheeler?” Oh god, what did Cash do now? “Yes, this is she '' I responded, trying to sound as polite as possible. “We have your husband here-” “I’m sorry who is this?” I cut off the man on the other line “This is the Orange County Florida state police. Your husband has been arrested due to aggravated assault with a firearm” What an idiot, this is why I have my bag and of course I had one for Cash. I just hoped Cash didn’t go saying anything stupid to the officers, remember anything you say can and will be used against you. This call and everything was being recorded. Maybe in a past life, I was a criminal because why was I always so prepared if something like this ever happened? Cash and I even made code words if we were put in the situation of our calls being recorded. 

“You need to pick him up, ma’am. His bail is $2,500 that is to be paid in Cash.” “Can I speak to him?” I asked who I now assumed was a sheriff.  “Hi Hun-” I cut Cash off instantly “I’m going to come get you but it will take me a while, I’m a 5-hour drive away,” I told Cash “Sorry,” he told me “Don’t you say that word. Remember how we talked about the new garden we are going to plant?” I asked Cash, hoping he would get what I was trying to say. “The vegetable one?” he asked and I thanked whatever God existed that he got my hint. “Yes the veggie garden, I have to pick up some seeds and a new garden hose, so I will make a quick pit stop on my way. I’ll get my bags and I’ll see you soon” I told him before I hung up the phone. 

The veggie garden was simply a reminder that everyone was rotten like an old tomato. Those people are not his friends, you are to say nothing without a lawyer. Everything is being recorded whether you realize it or not. He knew not to say anything without a lawyer. I just hoped I would get there in time without something worse happening. 

I grabbed everything, jumped in the car and was on my way to get Cash. I was furious, I was mad that Cash did something so stupid. I didn’t know what led to the assault, I hoped it was for a good reason but I wasn’t sure what could have provoked him to assault someone with a gun. I didn’t even know he took a gun out with him. I didn’t stop to get seeds and a hose like I said I would. I already had those things, so I threw them in the car along with my bags. I just said that to buy me some time so no one would think the duffle bags in the car are suspicious. The drive to the police station was quicker than I thought. Maybe it was because no one was on the road at this hour or maybe it was because I was speeding and took every shortcut I knew. Three and a half hours later I was at the station picking up my husband. The moment I stepped into the station I felt everyone turn, I felt uncomfortable by their stares. “Can I help you, Ma’am?” said an officer at the front desk of the station. “I’m here to bail out my husband Cash Wheeler” I could see the look on the officer’s face drop. “I was the officer you spoke to on the phone. We will go get him. Do you have his bail?” “Yes I do, I’ll give it to you once I see my husband” I felt uncomfortable by the way the officer looked at me, I could see his eyes staring right at my boobs. “Is there anything else I can do for you, officer?” I asked him “Oh- I’m sorry. I just…I just. You’re much different than what I thought when I talked to you on the phone” What does that supposed to mean? I said nothing, I just walked away and waited for my husband. I saw Cash and he looked horrendous. He had a black eye and his lip had been busted open. 

I handed the officer the bail money and asked what the next step here would be. “Your husband must turn over any and all weapons under his name to us within the next 12 hrs. He is to go no contact with the victims and any witnesses. We will keep in touch for his trial, what is the best way to contact you?” “My lawyer will contact you later this week. He is the best person to contact regarding this situation” With that we left. 

The car ride was silent. “Y/n I’m so sorry” “I can’t believe you Cash. That’s a serious charge, it’s a third-degree felony. I hate saying this but you might go to jail! What were you thinking?!” “That’s the problem, I wasn’t thinking. I got pissed off and flashed a gun at a few people. I’m cooperating with the police, it was stupid and I regret it” “But how did it even escalate to the point where you flashed your gun?”  “Look, I know you drove all the way here but I really don’t want to talk about it Y/n” “Fine” 

We continued to drive in silence for a while before Cash asked where we were going. “I don’t want to go home, we're going to go M.I.A for a few days. I already contacted the lawyers. I won’t let them lock you up. I know too many people, I’ll be able to make this go away. I promise” 

I would do everything to keep that promise. 

[simplefelicity]

What I bought in 2023

this is the first in a series of posts in which i reflect on my 2023 from a financial perspective, using data from my financial journal.

initially i wanted to just list everything i paid for chronologically, but then i realized that data without analysis is not going to be much useful. so here is all i bought in 2024, divided in categories!

these are all unnecessary purchases (so no groceries, rent, etc).

material stuff

a kpop photocard. i’ve already talked about this, i think. there were a couple of months at the beginning of the year in which i desperately wanted to collect photocards of this particular kpop artist. i already had 2 but when i finally decided to buy this third one, i realized that i was quite underwhelmed. i do appreciate them and look at them from time to time but the itch to spend even more money on them disappeared. i’m glad i did buy it, though, because otherwise i would have spent months obsessively thinking about wanting to buy one. giving in once meant peace of mind afterward.

plastic reusable water bottle. kind of a fail. i would love to use it more, but i’d need to hand wash it (if i don’t want the water to taste like soap) and i just can’t be bothered. i’m sure i’ll use it while traveling. also, it was super cheap for a reason! the nozzle is too big and uncomfortable. oh well, you live and learn.

new passport photos. that was unfortunately necessary & they are horrible photos too. frustrating.

socks. i was on a trip and forgot to bring socks, so i had to buy some there.  

jewelry box. got it secondhand on Vinted after much thought. i don’t have much of a jewelry collection (if any) but i’d like to. i also wanted to get rid of all the small boxes and condense everything in 1 place. which worked for a while, but then someone gifted me more boxes and i can’t get rid of those ones, so that was kind of a fail.

2 secondhand books. i seriously do not need more books (i own like 20 that i haven’t read yet) but i have already read & resold one book so i’m not bothered about it. my rules with book buying are: 1) only if it’s secondhand, 2) only one for every secondhand bookshop i visit, 3) only stuff from my TBR list (that’s a more flexible rule, though). i’d say that it pretty much worked.

1 manga volume. I've been collecting this series for years because i love the art but, i've come to realize, not so much the story. i've decided to not purchase the next volume and am debating whether to sell the whole series as well.

yarn. i bought yarn for a sweater, for socks (three times), and for a cardigan (and its pattern). all in all, i’m satisfied with this amount. knitting can get expensive but i only bought yarn for planned projects, used my stash for at least another small 5 projects and i don’t think i’ll have to buy sock yarn for a while! money wise, i only had one doubt. a friend who also crochets told me that the website i buy my garment yarn at is too expensive compared to others. i thought long and hard about it & finally remembered that my friend’s cheaper yarn is super itchy. which is fine for her, as she mostly crochets bags, but i don’t knit bags! i knit sweaters! i’m fine with my yarn being a bit pricier if it makes for a comfier sweater.

25 padded envelopes. i used them when i sell my stuff online. i bought them new but secondhand on Vinted for a good price.

gifts. i bought 1 gift for a birthday and 2 for graduations. at the end of the year i tried to be smart and knit 2 gifts, but then i had to pay for shipping anyway so it didn’t save me any money. still, you know. it’s gifts and it’s my friends and i won’t be cheap with them.

immaterial stuff & experiences

i ate out with friends 3 times this year. the other times we just met and sat on a bench and talked.

movie ticket for Barbie. my only cinema going experience this year. that’s depressing. i’d love to go more in 2024.

underground ticket. that one time i forgot my underground card. ugh.

subscription to one of the secondhand book-selling websites i use. it’s the only one i pay for and it’s only 2€ a year. basically, it allows you to list more than 50 books at a time. i have 63 right now, so i’ll have to pay again this year, but hopefully in 2024 i will sell enough books to get under 50 & not have to pay again in 2025 :D

a very small charity donation. i sold more books than usual that month and decided to contribute a little to (hopefully) make the world a better place. it felt really good and i would like to do it again in 2024. but i need to set some rules or i might end up donating all of my savings.

trips

i went on 3 trips this year.

i bought train tickets and meals while there. i didn’t have to pay  for accommodation as thankfully i went to visit friends and stayed at their houses. i also bought some souvenirs (in moderation!), like a fridge magnet and a christmas tree ornament.

in conclusion & plans for next year

well, damn. i spent way less than i thought or expected! there were even 2 months in which i actually spent 0€. which i’m sure felt great at the time, but i quickly forgot about it & thought i'd never accomplish something like that, ever. queue to feeling guilty over spending money.

my only true indulgencies were while i was on a trip. and i remember feeling quite guilty about spending money while there, as well.

but that’s why i save money: to buy expensive yarn and enjoy myself while traveling. so why should i feel guilty about doing exactly that?

basically, i want to spend a bit more money next year if it will make my life easier or happier, without feeling guilty. I've tried to do that during december already but finding the balance between overspending and being a Scrooge is going to be tough.

[bonemarrowrites]

Contents: m/m (cis/trans), dubcon, stuck, tentacles, teasing, dp.

Explicit short story. Rogue wants to steal from an Archmage, only finding something he had craved for a long time.

It’s an easy job, I told myself as I bagged my things. You get in and you get out. Where your brethren had failed, you have the skills to finish this job.

I took the scroll from my pillow into my hands and opened it to give it one last look.

There he was. The archmage who had cast me aside for not learning magic fast enough. Little did he know I would now use those same skills he had taught me to steal his most precious artifact.

I grinned at the hastily made painting. The old man had changed somewhat over the years we’d been separated. His black and white hair was now longer and his features had turned even more devilish from the years of practicing the dark arts. Some might have told me I was mad for sneaking into the household of the most powerful man in the city, but I wasn’t mad. I had filled my heart with thoughts of revenge and I would have it.

I burned the parchment in my hands and put my shirt on. Tugging it neatly under my belt. I took one glance at the mirror to make sure I looked as innocuous as I could and took off.

Finding the tower was the easiest part. After all, I had lived there for a couple of years and you really couldn’t miss it due to its size. The back gate opened easily with a simple touch of a lockpick. I hid in the dark as the guards passed me by. The backyard was a grim place. A few of my other guild mates had tried to steal the artifact before me, only to find themselves hanging from the rafters.

One of them still hung there, slowly rotting away.

I knew the same fate would fall on me if I failed my quest, yet I wasn’t scared. I had a good reason to be complacent.

The other guild members had their doubts about my skills when I joined. My stockier frame made them think I was unable even to climb and do my job.

But I showed them.

After my first successful big heist, they saw my potential and never gave me any trouble after that. Now I was getting jobs left and right and I was top of my league I knew the first floor didn’t have any magical traps nor locks to stop me. The archmage’s guards meant little to me. Most of them were drunk and paid little attention to their surroundings. A simple rock thrown at the rusting garden gate tricked them to go check what made such a loud noise.

With a wide smirk on my face, I sneaked right through the back door into the tower. Remembering my time in the tower, I lightly stepped over every creaking floorboard I knew and hid in the shadows when someone strolled by me.

The guards were not allowed to go into the second floor, stairs leading to it were covered with magical sigils to trap any unwanted guests. The large hall next to them held a secret only the archmage and his pupils knew. Behind the old grandfather clock, there was an illusion of a stone wall that hid a teleportation sigil, which would easily lead me to the floor I had my eyes on. I carefully sneaked near the clock and stepped inside the veiled hidden space.

The sigil’s magic felt tingly, had I still had breasts, my nipples would have hardened from the feeling of it. I slightly touched my chest as the teleportation spell took hold and in a blink of an eye, I was transported into another hallway, far above the ground level. The space upstairs was also hidden and I carefully peeked into the hallway before stepping out from my hiding place. With a simple spell, I tried to detect any traps in the hallway.

Immediately, one of the towering statues in the hallway glowed faintly. I made a mental note to go carefully around it. The hallway had the same long decorative carpet as in the past. Going behind any door on this level could make anyone a rich man, but I was only after one thing and it was behind the farthest stone door.

The hallway hummed almost silently in the dark. The magic was strong here and without proper training, one could faint in the face of it. The archmages' magical abilities were potent. Even without training, you could feel the magic flow through him when he was close by. I didn’t feel that flow here. I wasn’t sure where he was, but he was far enough not to detect me with his powers.

The old man was clever, but I was even cleverer. Due to his age, he was stuck to his old habits and I knew how to exploit them. Slowly, but surely I sneaked past the statue which I had given a faint glow.

I didn’t know what the pentadecagonal artifact I was looking for did. When I was still his pupil, it seemed to mean a lot to him. The buyer hadn’t given any indication either what it could be and honestly, I didn’t even care. All I wanted to do was to take it away from him. Once in a while, I redid my detection spell to see other traps.

I finally reached the quite well-detailed stone door. There was no visible lock on it. I grabbed one of my lockpicks from my belt and cast a small spell on it. With it, I could easily see multiple locks on the door and began to work on them one by one. The lock had incredible springs and bolts. I felt small droplets of sweat forming on my forehead as I worked. It took some time, but I finally heard the last pin find its place, and all the locks opened for me. Had I been in a safer space I would have danced in joy.

Gradually the heavy door opened as I pushed myself into the room.

There was only one chest almost as tall as me and the glow inside of it lit the whole room with teal and white spirals. The view in front of me was eerie and I did my little spell again to detect any traps only to find none. The hum from the hallway was stronger here and I felt a small shiver inside of my skull.

I crouched across the room near the obsidian treasure chest and observed it closely. There was no lock and it wasn’t magical, which seemed strange to me. I tried to lift the lid slightly to peek inside and the light within the chest grew almost blinding.

The pentadecagon wasn’t there.

In panic I lift the lid completely open and hunched over the chest, sticking my hand into the glow.

sssSlurp

Oh no, I thought as my hand sank into the slimy material.

This is a mimic.

Before I could pull away the lid snapped against my back, locking me in place. The glow around the chest dimmed slightly as dozens of stubby tongue-like tentacles shot out from within.

I screamed when the slimy appendages started to grope my hands and face. I fought back with all of my might, but the lid did not move.

One of the tendrils started to circle around my lips, leaving behind a mucous trail. As I opened my mouth in an attempt to yell it shot right in, filling my mouth completely. As the tendril explored my mouth I tried to bite it, but the membrane covering the jell inside was too viscous for my teeth.

It slowly began to move back and forth inside, almost reaching the back of my throat with every slow thrust. The rest of the tendrils investigated every part of my body they could reach, which fortunately was not a lot. They seemed to only have two palms worth of length, with a girth size of a man’s fist. Another tentacle slowly probed into my mouth and began to make the same wavy movement as the other one. I wasn’t sure how it managed to fit in.

My body started to relax, I had no way out and I knew I had to wait for it to get tired of me. I was locked in an awkward position.

All of a sudden the door behind me slammed open and I heard a familiar voice behind me.

“…And who could this be? Haven’t I seen that ass before?” Said the deep husky voice of the man I resented. I tried to look behind me, but the tendrils inside me kept me facing away from him. Had I been able to, I would have seen a tall demonic man behind me with skin darker than the night sky. His golden eyes glowed as he watched me struggle, his skin crackling in small embers around them.

I heard him getting closer and grabbing my lower back with his large claws.

“So, you’ve returned to me, my dear boy. What a wonderful surprise” The old man snarled and dragged one of his nails across my spine. He fondled my hips as he let out a deep laugh. I tried to kick him with my left leg, but he grabbed it before I could hit him and removed my boot.

“Now, now… I don’t believe that is how I taught you to act in my company…” he laughed and dropped my leg back down. The tentacles inside my mouth fastened their pace, denying me my voice. The archmage tore my cloak off and pulled my shirt up. Caressing my now bare back forcefully. I felt his hip pushing against my behind and grinding my butt through my clothes. The pressure he gave and the movement of the tendrils started to arouse me. My body tensed with each grind as he pulled my pants to my ankles and the soft cloth of his robe pushed against my both holes in turns.

His other hand quickly found my clit and began to massage it. I tried to pull my thighs together, but his strong arm remained in place. I started to feel a trickling wetness against my inner thigh, which made him let out a laugh of amusement. He drove his still-clothed cock against my entrance and I trembled with pleasure. Both tentacled inside of my mouth pulled out and let me sigh.

“Please…” I begged whimpering, “Let me have it, I’ll be a good boy”

He answered my pleas with another bellowing laugh.

“All in good time, my dear. All in good time.” As he said it, he pulled his swollen cock behind his robes and rubbed it against both of my holes, spreading my wetness all over them.

Or so I thought.

I suddenly felt another member pushing against my slit. Without the tentacles in my mouth, I glanced behind and saw it.

The old man had two bulging cock coming out of his crotch side by side, sharing a one-engorged ballsack. The practice of the dark arts had not only changed his face but also his body. Both of his members were covered in ridges. He must have heard my gasp, because he laughed again. I was pinned inside the chest and couldn’t do a thing as he put pressure on both of my holes.

The one prodding my soaking pussy was the first to enter. His long thrust forced the other one inside my asshole. I moaned loudly, which seemed to stimulate the tentacles coming from the chest. With a swift move, one of them pushed itself inside my mouth and began to rhythmically pound into me. While it was defiling my mouth, the old man made long deep pumps into me from behind.

His movements became faster and faster as his breath hastened. I was being pummeled ruthlessly, my belly slapping against the edge of the mimic. Thrusting hard in and out, the old man showed no sign of exhaustion. I wasn’t sure which one felt better, his thick cocks ramming into me or the slimy tentacle in my mouth. His other hand had not forgotten my enlarged clit, but kept massaging it with force. Pleasure inside of me made me beg for more as I was ravaged by the old man.

The archmage’s balls slapped against my cheeks with each thrust, making them rosy. My need for revenge was broken. My vision turned into a blur as I started to reach my limit.

The tendril inside of me pulled out as I let out a long wail. I felt myself tighten around his rods as a wave of pleasure gushed inside of me. My pulsing holes did not make him stop nor slow down. He put both of his hands on my hips between each thrust and pulled me out of the mimic’s mouth. He easily held me in the air and kept on ramming his cocks into me. I twitched in his arms in euphoria as he loudly huffed right by my ear.

With one final thrust, both of his cocks came at the same time inside of me, filling me with warmth. We both collapsed on the hard stone floor. His seed poured out of me. He pulled me on top of him and gave me a long, gentle kiss. Caressing the red mark the chest had left on my belly and from there sliding it between my thighs, carefully rubbing my sore clit. His glowing eyes met mine as I softly moaned on top of him, swaying my hips against his hand. Softly, he embraced my curves with his other hand. I breathed heavily as my second climax grew closer and closer. I could still feel his burning seed inside of me, slowly leaking onto his hand. I grinded myself against his hand when he whispered quietly “I want you to stay” Right then, I moaned loudly and came once again.

“We’ll see, we’ll see..” I whispered back softly as I fell into his embrace.

[seb-reads31]

I have this one very very special headcanon for Bruce, the serial killer where I feel like he's into manipulating people into loving him or something like that. I have another headcanon where he likes to pinch young people's cheek NOT BUTT CHEEK I MEAN FACE CHEEK

🔪The Serial Killer🔪

Tw's - Killing (duh), mentions of manipulation, mercenary work, just a general warning for this man 💀💀

Comments - This is just gonna be me adding onto this- I now have to add onto the key. Cry-

Random thoughts:

🔪 I have the feeling he hates kids in all honesty

🔪 He either A. Has a short temper, or B. Gets incredibly irritated by certain things

🔪 He gives me the vibes that he manipulates on occasion

🔪 Not exactly a relationship type of guy thanks to his.. occupation

🔪 These are interesting ideas, but don't exactly match him

🔪 He has probably turned on the charm to get out of sticky situations, but that's as far as it goes

🔪 The less he has to build a relationship with a person the better

🔪 Hence why he's been on the run for so long without getting close to being caught

🔪 My random head canons feel, odd? Or just kinda basic 💀

🔪 I feel like he does pinch the cheeks of people he's messing with (if they're tied down or too injured to move) to try to get a kick out of them

🔪 He has the skills to manipulate people, but doesn't really use them unless if they're really needed. (I feel like I already said this but meh)

🔪 He barely gets sleep. Aaliyah's art of him has shown (sort of) that he has some sort of bags under his eyes (this could just be her art style however)

🔪 Doesn't have a very big knife collection personally, but when it comes to torturing people, he has a very wide variety he can choose from

🔪 Sucks at cooking, I will take no criticism on this

🔪 Not a touchy person, tries to avoid touching people as much as possible

🔪 Hence the gloves (minus OBVIOUS reasons)

🔪 The cheek pinching however is for him to try and tick off the person he's talking to/torturing

🔪 He also slaps them if he feels like they're getting too brave for their own good

🔪 He's a bit trigger happy I feel like

🔪 I feel like if someone angers him enough, he'll plot for about a couple of days the perfect murder then go for it

🔪 I don't know if he does have a job outside of his very obvious occupation/favorite activity, or if he's a mercenary

🔪 I want to throw out a couple of ideas of what he might be, but I can't think of anything 💀💀

🔪 Nothing I can think of fits-

🔪 I was thinking something in the medical field, which would add onto the sleepless nights, but it would become too much physically

🔪 He's not a classic office worker for a corporate business because he either has a short fuse or gets frustrated/annoyed easily

🔪 So I can only think of a professional assassin that runs his own business and still does field work

🔪 He mentioned that he had a couple of "friends" but added on the fact that they were only being nice to him because he's their boss (do correct me if I'm wrong)

🔪 So that feels the most logical

🔪 If I'm right however, he runs a very dangerous business, and was probably contracted to attack our school.

🔪 He saw us, saw himself in us, and wants us to go on the same path as him being a successful serial killer/assassin/paid mercenary (I don't know if an assassin and mercenary are the same so let me know if they are-)

Notes - This was very interesting to think about, and do keep in mind that these are my personal opinions of the character, you're completely allowed to think whatever about him or any other character you want.

[darekasama]

I mentioned some time ago I was growing Strelitzia Reginae, aka Bird of Paradise plants ( Cwen sprouting photos, Hot room art ). The experience has been quite enjoyable overall, 10/10 would recommend trying.

I decided to track their height mostly out of curiosity and also because I thought it would be cool to look back and have some data on how they grew. I like doing charts in general and tracking things over long periods of time. The chart definitely shows a growth rate pattern, although I think it differs due to the plant itself and how the enviroment affected it.

Since today I feel like chatting, below is the pretty much complete story of how it went: planting, repotting, care, aesthetic and curiosities (definitely check out the last one!). Partly gardening tutorial, partly story time with ramblings sprinkled in, complete with images made in the Paint app by yours truly!

Disclamer: not a professional, just a very casual enjoyer. Mistakes were made, idk which ones.

Planting and Repotting

I got four seeds from a dear friend back in early March. There is a long story about me and birds of paradise, both the plant and the animal, but that one I'll tell some other time. Towards the end of the month I had done enough research, gathered the materials and found the time to start my gardening adventure.

The original soil that came with the seeds looked like a mix of coconut coir and very flaky diatomaceous earth (???). It seemed a little too airy so I put random soil I had in some peat pots seed starters (little pots that look like they're made of brown paper), put the seed in and topped it off with the original soil. No scientific reason, I just used what I had at the time. Some sources recommended stripping away the orange fluff, which I did, and soaking the seeds for 24 hours before planting, which I didn't do as far as I can remember.

For a while I thought that none of the seeds were viable, but I kept watering just in case and eventually it paid off since two seeds sprouted. The remaining seeds did not show signs of coming to life. Still, 50% success rate! Each took a different time as you can see from the chart at the top of this post:

Plant A "Cwen" took 2 months (66 days).

Plant B "Madonna" took 3 months (94 days).

A lot of watering and waiting later, once each seed reached a decent height and had developed roots, I repotted them in a bigget pot with a new soil mix.

Speaking of, I don't think you need to be a scientist to figure out than if the soil is "compacted" or "waterboarded", it ain't good for the plant. NEW info to me is that apparently putting rocks on the bottom of pots does not help avoid overwatering because of how the water table (the level below which the ground is saturated with water) works and how much water the soil itself can retain. Lots of opinions to be found around, I followed advice of more experienced gardeners on this and crossed my fingers. Science is cool, look it up to learn more!

But FOR THE LIFE OF ME I could not find two sources that agreed on what soil mix was better for a Strelitzia or told explicitly the mix ratio (why don't they say it????). So I made it up hoping it made sense! The mix I used was by weight, units to be adjusted to the quantity you need:

1 PART soil. I think worm castings, but honestly it could have been peat too. Decent soil, not much else to say about it.

1 PART Cononut coir. The only place that sold it in town was an exotic animal shop, because it's a good substrate for some kind of reptiles. I bought a circa 650g (1.4 lb) brick of compressed coir and made the mistake of watering it ALL at once. Did I say it was compressed? Because I forgot that and ended up with like 7 times the original volume, only now it was WET. I DID NOT NEED THAT MUCH. I had to spread it over plastic sheets, on my room floor, so it ended up looking like a human sized terrarium, to let it air dry for over a week before I could put the extra coir away in a bag. And thank goodness there are 30°C minumun in my room all summer long, otherwise it would have never dried so fast. Anyway. Got the coir, used it, loved it. Won't water the entire brick next time.

1/12 to 1/13 PARTS perlite. Looks like small white rocks, except they're super light and crumbly. I find them aesthetically pleasing. It's also good for aeration and drainage.

SOME diatomaceous earth. I chose to use the food grade one because all of the mixing is done in my room and I prefer lessening the risk to my health when handling raw materials. I had some left from when my bonsai ginseng got infested with gnats: back then the combination of diatomaceous earth, bacillus thurgensis and yellow gnat sticky traps culled them completely. For this mix I decided to add the diatomaceous earth as a preventative measure. It's very fine and I didn't weight it, but it's not visible after mixing so uuuu probably weights LESS that the perlite part. Did it help? Well, I haven't seen gnats around so I think it worked. Or maybe I've just been lucky... food for thought.

The soil mix didn't kill my plants so it's probably a decent one!

A thing I did was putting the homemade soil mix in the pot, repotting the plants, and THEN topping the soil with a thin layer of a second mix of just coconut coir and diatomaceous earth. Mostly for the aesthetic and gnat prevention again, and not enough that wind would blow it all over my room. When wet it does not seem that different from just soil. I debated on wether using river rocks instead but decided nah, I prefer being able to see how wet the soil is.

Choices of care and aesthetic

Watering was done whenever the soil got almost dry. No precise schedule or quantity, aside from making sure it was not over- or under- watered.

From time to time I also gave some liquid plant nutrient. I like to use the ones that come in small vials of 35 ml of blue/green/yelllow colour depending on its specific use, that are inserted in the soil and drip the liquid over a couple weeks. However, I use the "spritz some on the soil after watering and add some more water on top" method which is NOT found in any official manual I read but hey. Hasn't killed the plants so far, so I'll keep going. I Recently I noticed that the label says "not a fertiliser; not a pesticide," and now I know that nutrient and fertiliser are two different things but I have yet to properly understand the difference.

Sometimes I used a thin wooden stick to poke the soil even though the mix drains very well. I'm used to doing it because the old soil from my bonsai ginseng and parlor plant (before I repotted them too with the current mix) was very compacted and water took forever to go down.

While the sprouts were growing they were in front of the window but not in direct sunlight. Most mornings the sun did shine of my little ones, but learning from the time my parlor plant got what I think was a sunburn (still can't believe it) I made sure to move them slightly back during the hottest hours.

For most of the time I also had a fan blowing in the general direction of the window and, therefore, onto the plants (see: 30°C minimun in my room all summer long). Maybe it helped? I read somewhere that the swaying in the wind stimulates growth and strenghtens the stems of plants. Wish my daisy and lavender seeds got the memo because despite all efforts those ones grew super thin and tall, fell over and just fucking died every time I planted them.

Curiosities on the plants

Here they are again (look at how cute they are aaAAAaaaa)!!!!

Plant A (Cwen), the first to emerge, is doing wonderfully and seems very strong. While growing it got accidentally scraped by its plant pole made from a bent paperclip. Fortunately I noticed early so the damage is minimal, there's a very tiny vertical scarring but no hole. Recently the second leaf started growing and to say I'm stoked would be an understatement!

She got the name Cwen because she's a QUEEN, she's been standing very proudly from the moment it sprouted and it's also the name of one of the characters from my story Project TL that I really like. Very fitting.

Plant B (Madonna) sprouted much later and seems to be a slow grower. I got a bit worried when the base covering started browning (not sure how else to call it, it's life a leaf-like covering around the stem base), but it after repotting it did not spread further. Another curiosity is that the leaf did unfurl, but since the stem is short i think it will need to grow more before it stops looking like a cone. I'm rooting for this little one to grow stronger!

She is called Madonna because she's a little DIVA that needs payers. Also I've seed Deadpool & Wolverine and Madonna's song Like a Prayer got stuck in my head. An interesting fact is that in italian, saying "Madonna!" is a way to express lots of emotions depending on inflection, in this case concern/vexation. A bit like the English "oh my God" (that one does have a direct equivalent in "oh mio Dio").

And that is the complete lore as of August 2024 of my gardening adventures with Birds of Paradise grown from seed. Once they're grown some more I'll repot again, but in the meantime I like how pocket sized they are. I wonder if one day they'll flower too!

[idkwhattitlevsblognamemeans]

June 9th 2024

Omighsosh I walked the stage today at a graduation!!! Took some cute pics with Gretta and my parents.

I intended to wake up for grad at 6am, I actually set my alarm for 6:30 and another for 6:45 that I silenced literally in my sleep. I was supposed to be there for 8am, but only woke up for at 8:43am when my MOM called me saying that her and my dad were already at the venue. I left the house of someone who's in the running to be a future boyfriend at 8:48am. I'm a super hyper modern girl because I have sex with men until they want to date me and then they still have to go to an audition process in the form of nice dates. I think I could be skipping the "having sex first" part. Alois and I we're truly good friends beforehand. Being attractive is a literal secret weapon. Anyways, I was at my houes after RIPPING through the streets of Centertown, on my dead-womans bike that has no brakes, and arrived at my house at 8:58am. I called Gretta at 9:00am sharp and she had also just woken up. Dress on, makeup in my bag, hairpins gathered, called gretta 9:07am call me an uber please my phone smashed in the elevator down from his apartment. My phone collapses are very much in line with horrific romantic choices that I'm making. Like my phone broke when I was with liz, and then I keep breaking them until I'm out of the icky situation. I wonder if theres some sort of a psychological link there. and then Timo there was another. Same thing here, with Hadrien, phone gone within the first couple days of him moving in. Right now its Art. going around pretending not to be a bit of a fruity mf with a self-picked nickname like Art is ridiculous. The uber was 7mins later. I got to grad at 9:17am. Met a very kind russian speaking man who let me borrow him phone to call his mom and was conveniently going to the same spot to pick up gown and seats. We we had our gowns and seats by 9:25am. I don't know how it worked out so well. Gretta even beat me there.

internal sense of safety

i am so good at having feelings

even if things dont go perfectly, I can get throught it

Trying new things, doing stuff thats hard, having willingness, unsure about my video,

the ability to tolerate uncertainty without self-sabotage

try a new class

somewhere new

delegateing a task

an activity that you avoid

I think for me it might have to be trying on different boyfriends for style points

gradual, practice creating more emotional space to handle the anxiety isntead of cutting yourself off.

that was me watching a video on accepting uncertainty

I am going to:

buy my ticket from dallas to ottawa

look at yanas new orleans hotel

look at my finances theyre not the best

look at stuff to do in new orleans

buy a phone I owe my parents $400. Dad paid with his card. How silly of the bank to call your phone, when you're purchasing a phone... I don't have a phone... I can't pick up...

My roomates are the most reasonable people on planet earth! I cannot believe it, its fucking wonderful I love it. SO Logical and so committed to their values of peace love unity respect. It really is PLUR at the end of the day.

Ok so I graduated today, and then we took photos for like 2 hours and then I am thinking about Art and the feeling of being wanted is really nice. He doesn't give it to me as much as I want though. It would be nice if he texted me from time to time or if we established another time but also that feels like me tolerating and learning to tolerate some uncertainty. And being ok with all of the options. I was and still am so fullly committed to going on dates with people (Im SO EXCITED for my DATE WITH LAURYN on wednedsay.)

Ugh Abbeys not answering the phone and I want her opinions on the art scenario. We date people in our common community to talk to each other about it. that makes it an us experience and somewhere along the line, i've forgotten that I have the decision to make choices for myself. We are both "For the plot" girlies (me maybe a bit more than her). What is it with men asking me if I"m going to the club. I am a club rat. Thats what that means.

Also I should probably cook something tonight to eat tomorrow and also find out what time my very reasonable roommate is leaving and what food he's leaving behind.

uygh

[torque-witch]

Shop Sale + I Honestly Just Need Income

Hi y’all, I hate to do this, but I really need you to reblog my shop posts or this one because I’m out of money. My utilities are only half-paid and now over a week late, and I can’t DoorDash for extra money legally, because I haven’t been able to pay for my inspection for over 2 months. My car payment is due on February 8th along with my phone bill, and on top of that I’m currently in therapy for suspected agoraphobia and am having a hard time leaving the house without panicking anyway. 

If you didn’t know, Death’s Head Divination has been my primary income source since about April of 2020. I left my full-time auto management job because I have an autoimmune disorder and was not allowed to work from home making sales calls (I tried to bargain with them for less money) and they of course reasoned that “only old people die from covid” at the time, not acknowledging that my medication for Crohn’s made me a petri dish for covid lungs. While I was still on temporary leave, I started developing severe joint swelling and pain from Lupus (brought on by that exact medication) and wouldn’t have been able to lift batteries and brake rotors anymore anyway. I had to leave permanently, whether I wanted to or not. 

Sales were very good in 2020 and most of 2021, keeping me afloat to pay the bills - but after we moved in October of 2021, I drained my entire savings account (about 6k) to pay for move in and furniture we needed. On top of that I had three hospital visits from tachycardia events, which developed into a POTS-like syndrome after getting off the meds that my doctor said was causing them. I’ve been slowly recovering from that since September and haven’t been able to DoorDash to supplement what I lost. On top of that, I’m posting on four different social media platforms and am still having a hard time making consistent sales. While this is a woe-is-me post, it’s also just that the handling of the pandemic in general has caused a lot of small businesses to lose money, no one is getting financial help anymore, people have to work sick, and disabled people like me can’t work in the public anymore without risking dying. My health isn’t stable enough to get a traditional WFH job.

All that to say - please just push some buttons for me. Tumblr is different than everywhere else in that no one really sees my posts unless you reblog them. Liking essentially only acts as a save feature and lets me know you found some joy (which is great) but doesn’t get me any exposure. If you like my work, please go through my page and reblog some things? Even if you can’t afford anything, someone else who follows you might, and that would make all the difference to me.

Here’s some things that I do in the shop.

1. Hel Mary’s and custom deity statues

2. Crochet beanies

3. Crochet Tarot, Dice and Rune bags

4. Runes

5. Witchy art

6. Tarot Readings

7. Vintage/Misc

The sale is good through February 14th, 2021 - 15% off Hel Mary’s and custom statue requests and other art/handmade and 25% off all vintage and misc. The only exceptions are new arrivals or things I need to buy supplies for. 

I take customs of just about anything, Klarna is available through Etsy and I will ship Internationally by request for most items if they aren’t too heavy or too large.

Follow me on Instagram

Find my art for sale at WaywardWitchAuctions every weekend on Insta

Shop my Etsy 

Follow me on TikTok

I know that everyone is tired and struggling, so please don’t feel bad if you can’t buy anything. A follow or a reblog goes a long way to helping me reach other people and maybe a sale. And if you want me to reblog something for you, just message me! 

If you made it this far, thank you for reading. Ya’ll have kept me alive and kicking since like 2014, so idk where I would be without you. Hopefully better days are on the way for all of us. 

[mypoisonedvine]

𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖈𝖊 I || professor!helmut zemo x reader

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞 : history is so much more interesting when he’s teaching it.  you’d better be careful before the two of you end up with a history of your own.

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 : 6k

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : smut (incl. semi-public sex in an office and oral f receiving), significant age gap (reader is 20, zemo is 39; it isn’t actually mentioned though but it comes up in the next part), the slightest bit of angst?, nearly pwp at this point lol

                                    You wouldn’t know it by the way you were enraptured with his lecture, but you weren’t even a history major.  

Quite far from it, really, well outside of the college of liberal arts, and yet here you were in the front row, watching him gesture over a large map of Western Europe while he explained the sociocultural impacts of the Treaty of Versailles.

It was probably pretty obvious why you took such interest in all this, though.  After all, you were the only one who dressed as well as he did, your blazers and skirts and loafers standing out amongst a sea of hoodies and sweats and flip-flops; and, you were the only one who paid close attention and yet never seemed to be taking any notes…

Why would you, after all?  Looking away to write in your notebook would mean missing out on all the fun, and unfortunately you had found that when you copied down the words he spoke, his accent was not retained in writing.

Some kid in the back of the class had asked about his accent the first day; you thought it was kind of a rude question, if you were being honest, but he didn’t seem to mind too much (if perhaps a bit surprised that anyone cared).  He explained he was from a small country called Sokovia, but that his accent was a bit unique since he spoke Russian, German, Spanish, and Italian as well.

Because of course he did.  Like he was specifically designed to target all your weaknesses.

“Well, I could talk about that for the rest of the evening but I’ll spare you all and let you out a bit early today, how does that sound?” Professor Zemo offered.  The other students weakly cheered, a few claps here and there as you heard binders shutting and backpacks being zipped, but you were disappointed.  You didn’t want to go back to your dorm, all you were going to do there was think about him anyways.

Damn, I’ve really got it bad, you thought to yourself, shaking your head as you stood up and gathering your things, slinging your bag over your shoulder.  You glanced up at the podium where another student was chatting with Professor Zemo, and either he said something really funny or she was trying way too hard to flirt with him.  You rolled your eyes, irritated by the display and yet envious of her audacity to just go up there and talk to him.  Imagine having a crush and actually being able to look them in the eye and hold a conversation; you could barely do that with people you didn’t happen to find attractive.

Just as you were about to make it out the door, you heard your name and spun around.  You were shocked to realize it was the Professor trying to get your attention.  If only you’d thought to pretend you hadn’t heard him.

“Could I speak with you for a moment?” he requested, motioning you over with two curled fingers.  With a swallow and a nod, you stepped out of the flow of students exiting into the hallway and approached the desk at the front of the room.

“What is it?” you asked.

“I just wanted to discuss your most recent paper, if you have some time,” he explained, and your heart sunk.  Of course it was garbage, you’d written the whole thing last minute during a near-all-nighter.  “I still have the copy you turned in here in my bag.”

“Right, of course— sure,” you nodded.  By now the classroom was empty spare for the two of you, your words echoing slightly; presumably that was intentional, since these places were built for acoustics, but it made you worry you’d have to hear whatever criticism he had for you multiple times.

He pulled out the slightly-wrinkled paper and took his glasses off of his vest to wear (fuck, did he have to wear the glasses, just to personally attack you?) as he glanced over the top page before folding it over the staple.

“This essay,” he continued, “it’s—”

Ridiculous.  Idiotic.  A blight on humanity and a waste of printer ink.

“Fascinating,” he finished, surprising you.  “After I read it, I searched your student profile on my office computer—”

You gulped, trying not to take that as a compliment.

“I’m looking at your information and I’m seeing you aren’t even a history major— is this a mistake, when it says your major is computer science?”

“No, that’s my major,” you nodded.

“Well, that’s a shame,” he decided, “because you have some really interesting ideas in here, clearly you must have studied history before.”

“I mean, not really,” you shrugged.  “I didn’t even care that much about history until, you know, you...r class,” you finished quickly, realizing it sounded too odd otherwise.

And that smile, the way he looked down at the floor suddenly, was he blushing?  “Thank you.  I’m always… glad to inspire.”

If only you knew everything you’d inspired in me, Professor.

“If you didn’t care about history, what would motivate you to register for an honors history seminar?” he asked suddenly.  

“Well…” you trailed off, reaching up to scratch the back of your neck as you dodged his gaze.

“It couldn’t possibly be because I’m teaching it,” he realized.

“I came to your talk last year, the one you did about the Sokovian civil war,” you finally admitted, letting out a lungful of air as you said it and looking up at him sheepishly.

“Ah,” he nodded, “yes, that might make a bit more sense.  But we still haven’t found the real reason, have we?”  His eyebrow raised slightly and you felt like he was toying with you— but you liked it, the shiver that ran up your spine made that obvious.  “Because the question remains of what would possess a computer science student to take time out of her busy schedule on a Friday night— if I recall the night correctly— to listen to some stuffy visiting scholar talk about a bloody war in a country she may not have even heard of before.”

“My friend brought me,” you defended.

“Under what guise?” he pressed.

“She… may have mentioned something about… a cute professor with a sexy accent…” you stammered, cringing slightly as you spared a glance back up at him.  He was staring back at you with the most bewildering expression.  His eyes said ‘you thought I was cute?’, and yet his smile said ‘I knew it.’

“You must’ve been horribly disappointed when I took the stage,” he finally replied, voice a bit lower, softer, not echoing around the room anymore.  

“Not at all,” you returned, almost below your breath now, and suddenly you became very aware that you were standing too close to him, but you couldn’t move away, you couldn’t even look away anymore.  “I’m here, aren’t I?  Taking your class?”

“And you make it nearly impossible to focus, did you know that?  I swear your eyes never leave me, I can feel them on me.  It’s quite unfair, because I can’t stare back at you no matter how much I want to.”

Just as you looked down at his lips and back up to his eyes, which seemed to be following a similar pattern on your own face, just when you thought this might be it and you were about to do something you really shouldn’t (but really wanted to), you heard the door open behind you and you spun around so fast you nearly hurt your neck.

“Oh,” the man in the doorway mumbled, apparently surprised to see you enough to nearly drop the papers tucked under his arm.  “I’m teaching the next class in here— Honors History of Islam?”

“Professor Waters, yes, my apologies,” Zemo nodded, “we were just… our discussion ran a bit long, we’ll get out of your way.”

You and Zemo awkwardly gathered your things and made a dash for the door as the older professor took his place at the podium.  Once the two of you were out in the hall, you let out a sigh and gave each other a glance, like you were each waiting for the other to either acknowledge or ignore what had just (almost) happened.

“I have my next class across campus in a half hour,” he remembered suddenly, lifting his arm and pulling back the brown sleeve of his coat to look at his watch.  

“Right, you should… get to that,” you nodded.

“Walk with me?” he proposed, and you hoped your smile wasn’t as beaming as it felt.  

“I’d love to.”

So maybe you ended up skipping your evening class to sit in the back of his History of England course.  And, perhaps, he ended that one early, too, this time to buy you coffee at the student center; and your discussion ended up going on so long that the coffee shop closed and you had to go to his office to finish the conversation.

But, in a certain sense, it could be argued that you never really got a chance to finish that conversation after all… because a few moments after he shut the door to his office, you, for lack of a better term, jumped his bones.

“Fuck,” he mumbled against your lips as you pulled him closer by his jacket, “we can’t do this.”

You nodded, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck.  “Mhm, yeah, you’re right,” you agreed breathlessly.

His hands took their place at your waist as you both stepped back, the back of your legs bumping into his desk which you jumped up slightly to sit on.

“I mean, we really can’t do this,” he continued, kissing your neck instead now while your legs wrapped around his hips, your skirt riding up slightly, your fingers fumbling with the buttons on his collar.  “I want to, overwhelmingly so, but we can’t.”

“I know,” you sighed; your head fell back when his teeth grazed over your pulse, and his hand was right there to catch it and hold it up, gripping the back of your neck.

“This absolutely cannot happen,” he groaned when your legs pulled him closer, something hard and hot pressing up against your thigh through his trousers and you were really hoping it wasn’t just his cell phone.

Then he rocked his hips, just barely, and you felt the outline of the ridge of his head and it was definitely not his phone unless he had the most suggestively-shaped phone case of all time.  You gasped and grabbed his face to kiss him again, shamelessly desperate now, weaving your fingers into the hair just above the back of his neck.

By now you had managed to get a few of his buttons open so when you slid your fingers down from time to time, they ran over his chest and the patch of dark blonde hair there.  Funny enough, you couldn’t remember having any strong opinions on chest hair before this afternoon, but now you felt your walls fluttering around nothing.  

He helped you shed your blazer just before tossing his own coat aside, never breaking the kiss, holding your face gently while he pushed you down to lay on his desk— he reached behind you to clear a few stray papers out of the way first.  

Your back hit the glossy wood and his weight pinned you down, rough hands sliding up your legs and under your skirt as you tried to push your hips up for more friction where you needed him most.

He pushed your hips back down, not too roughly but definitely enough to get your attention, before sliding his hands up your skirt again where he toyed with the hem of your panties.

You wanted to say something, more specifically you wanted to beg him to touch you, but you had this fear that if you spoke now it would all become real and he would stop because, as he had so poignantly noted, this can’t happen.  And both of you knew that… so maybe it would be easier to let it happen if neither of you really acknowledged it.

Luckily, he didn’t tease you too long, reaching under the fabric and swiping the rough pads of his fingers over your slickened folds.  You choked on your gasp, accidentally digging your nails into his shoulders when he drew delicate circles around your clit.  All at once, he suddenly pushed those fingers right inside you and your back arched; you needed so much more than just his fingers but the way they twisted and curled against your walls was nearly perfect as well.  

They didn’t stay long, quickly pulling back as you watched him quickly open his trousers just before you felt the head of him pushing up to your entrance.

His eyes met yours, dark with need, yet somehow clearly asking you for permission, making sure this was what you wanted: and fuck, you wanted it more than anything.  The moment that you nodded, he began to push forward— slow and deliberate, but unyielding.  

Perhaps as a perfect healthy college student in a male-dominated major, you had no real excuse for it to have been so long since you’d had sex.  As you liked to put it: dating as a woman in computer science means the odds are good but the goods are odd.  Truth be told, you weren’t sure at this point if having had sex any time in the past year would’ve prepared you for him anyway.  It felt like he was forging a new path inside you— certainly a wider one than anyone else ever had since he was so thick.  

With his hips fully seated against yours, the tip of his cock just reached the end of you, just barely brushed over those sensitive spots you didn’t even know you had before.

It stung a bit to be filled this thoroughly, so it was no wonder you were biting down on your lip hard enough to bruise it, your fingers clutching at his shirt tightly.

“Am I hurting you?” he whispered, finally breaking the silence, voice strained like he was struggling just as much as you were (though in an entirely different way).

“A little,” you admitted.  “Please don’t stop.”

He groaned a few curses as he started to move back, and forth, and so slow you could hardly stand it.  

“Fuck,” you breathed, “oh my god, harder, please…”

A little smile crossed his face, a sharp exhale almost like a laugh, and it made your cheeks burn even hotter than they already were.  But, he obeyed, regardless, more aggressive in his movements yet not any faster as he held your hips to keep you from sliding across the desk’s glossy wood surface.

Your moans were starting to echo around the office’s beige walls at this point, and he snarled as he bit down on your neck.  “You need to stay quiet,” he hissed in your ear.  “Can you do that for me?  Can you stay quiet even when I’m making you feel so good?”

“I-I’m trying,” you whimpered, “your cock is… so deep…”

“Oh, I know,” he cooed, voice heavy with faux pity, “poor thing, you can’t take it?”

“No!” you yelped.  “I can take it!  Please, please don’t stop.”

“I won’t have to if you stay quiet, darling, we can’t have somebody hearing you now can we?” he chuckled, licking and sucking at your pulse point as your eyes rolled back in your head.  “We can’t have somebody hearing you cry for me, and coming in here, and seeing you laying on my desk getting fucked by your professor, right?”

What the hell was wrong with you that that idea actually turned you on?  Why did it actually make you want to moan louder until everyone could hear you?

And when his cock speared right against that spongy spot inside you, you did exactly that and he had to suddenly clamp his hand down over your mouth.

“Fuck,” he growled, “you’re going to get us both in trouble.”

Your attempts at apologies were totally incomprehensible with his hand over your mouth, not that they were likely to have made much sense either way.

Blinking your eyes shut, your legs began to quiver slightly as he rutted into you, your toes curling inside your loafers.  You felt so full you could hardly stand it, stretched so wide that you were forced to feel every detail of his cock as it filled you.  Already your walls were bearing down on him; you couldn’t help it, it was like your body was just his instrument now and instinct had taken control of your movements.  

His accent was definitely stronger now as he whispered in your ear, praising you gruffly.  You knew from the beginning that you loved high marks and encouragement from your teachers, but this… this was different, and you hadn't known how much it would affect you.

"Good girl," he breathed, "you're taking me so well, draga, you feel so perfect around me."

You whined from behind his hand and he chuckled at your obvious neediness.

"You like making me feel good, darling?" he presumed, his smile pressing against your neck between nipping kisses to your pulse point.  "You like knowing that I can barely take this tight cunt gripping me so well, that I'm already addicted to your precious body and want to fill it with my seed?"

With your eyes rolling back in your head you nodded feverishly, heavy in your state of total delirium as he pumped his cock deep into you over and over.

You reached up to try to pull his hand away from your mouth, and he met your gaze with fire in his eyes.

“If I take my hand away, will you be good?” he challenged, and you nodded feverishly.  He was a bit hesitant but slowly moved his hand down, and though you did have to keep biting your lip, you managed to restrain yourself.

Every drag of the ridge of his head inside you was somehow more intense than the last, somehow hitting right at your spot and it was like each rough thrust knocked his name out of your mind and onto your lips until you were chanting it like a prayer, or a plea.

And each time you said it, he fucked you harder, snarling and whispering your name back to you a few times, in between little praises; "Beautiful," he mumbled, "such a sweet little girl… such a perfect cunt."

“I— fuck, I’m gonna—” you stammered your warning.  

“Will you come for me?” he finished for you, and you nodded quickly.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” you hissed.

It was obvious just by the build-up that you were going to come hard, pleasure tightening in your core until you were sure that it would spill over but it just kept going, making you wonder if it would ever reach the breaking point.

And oh boy did it, it slammed into you in fact, and your legs quivered as you struggled for air.  He growled in your ear, fucking you harder through it all, stroking every place that had only become even more sensitive.  The moment you could form words again, you were wasting the ability on a string of swears and promises you couldn’t keep.

“Yours, fuck, it’s yours,” you sobbed.  He chuckled a little, pulling back to examine your face which must have given away how fucked-out and cockdrunk you were already.

“Say it again,” he demanded darkly, holding you tighter, fucking you a bit more deliberately though not any less aggressively.

“Yours,” you gasped, cut off by a rough and dominating kiss.  Your moans were lost to his tongue but he didn’t need them to know you were coming, the way your body gripped him tighter than ever was sign enough.

“So good,” he whispered against your lips, “you’re doing so good for me…”

His words washed over your skin and soothed you like a salve, bringing some relief from the overwhelming feelings his body was assaulting yours with.

All things considered, he was still moving rather slowly, each of his thrusts measured and patient, and never really changing speed even as you were coming around him.  Weak little cries fell from your throat each time his hips met yours and the tip of his cock kissed the deepest parts of you.

Your body went limp in his arms and you hadn't noticed before how good it felt for him to hold you, for his strong hands to support you like it was nothing.  His thumb gently stroked your back through your shirt and you mewled weakly into his shoulder.

"So good, draga, so fucking good," he mumbled, holding you closer.

"Please… faster," you whimpered, "I want you to come."

"Is that what you want?" he taunted, ignoring the way you nodded immediately.  "You want to make me come, darling?"

"Yes, please, want it so much," you gasped.

He finally sped up, though it was still nothing like the lightning-speed jackhammering you were used to from guys your age: it was better, certainly, especially when he lifted your leg onto his shoulder and pushed so deep you saw stars.

The second one seemed to hit you all at once, almost out of nowhere, and you heard yourself mumble, “Professor, I’m coming.”  It sounded a bit pitiful, the way you said it, but he apparently didn’t mind as you felt him nod encouragingly in the crook of your neck.

You felt totally drained by now, exhausted even though all you’d been doing was lying there and taking it, but you knew he wasn’t done with you yet.  But, if the way his thrusts were becoming more desperate and erratic were anything to go by, he might be done with you soon.

"I'm going to come inside you," he groaned against your ear.  You were, like, 99.9% sure that if you told him not to, he would pull out, but the way that he phrased it, like a demand, like you didn't have a choice and he would do it either way… it had an effect on you, one he noticed when your channel tightened around him instantly.  "Oh, you like that idea, hm?  You want to be full of my come?  Your sweet little cunt is already trying to milk every drop from me."

"Yes," you breathed, "fuck, I want your come in me, please!"

He sped up quite a bit then, each slam of his hips into yours making you choke on a whine, your arms weakly clinging onto him for dear life.

You could feel his cock swelling, flexing, pushing your body to its limits as he moaned lowly through his teeth, streams of come making you feel warm and full.

He didn't stop until every drop was in you, thrusting in time with each pump of his release until he slowed to a stop.

Strands of hair fell into his face as he hung his head, panting hard and fast.  You melted back onto the desk, realizing this might be the first time in a solid half hour your back wasn’t arched.

It was a bit of a struggle to keep your eyes open against the heavy fog of afterglow that filled your mind; you couldn’t remember the last time you felt so… satiated.  As a college student, you were always thinking about the next assignment, mentally re-evaluating your calendar, or preparing for something— and usually all on less than six hours of sleep.

But now your mind was as close to a blank slate as it had been in at least a decade.  Even though you probably should’ve been, you weren’t even thinking about the potential consequences of this, the implications, the risks.  No, you were just staring up at him, thinking about kissing him again.

He would have to lean down for that, though; there was no way you were going to sit up now.

You hadn't even noticed that you had closed your eyes, almost falling asleep right there on his desk, until you felt his hand cradle your face softly, a calloused thumb rubbing over your cheek.

In unison, the both of you sighed deeply.

As much as it felt like a real effort, you blinked open your eyes and looked up at him, watching him comb his fingers through his hair.  It only messed up the style even further yet he looked better than ever.

He slowly moved his hips back, leaving you annoyingly empty, and readjusted himself until he almost looked put together again… but his collar was still uneven and his lips still looked bitten and there was still that precious pinkish hue on his cheeks.  If anyone else saw him in this state, they’d either know what happened between you two or think he’d just run across campus or something.

If anyone else saw him in this state, you’d be a little jealous, to be totally honest.

You got back to work trying to right your appearance as well, though you knew the best you could hope for was only mildly presentable; he looked at you like you’d never looked better, though.

“Well, this was fun,” you chuckled breathlessly, “but it’s getting pretty late and I have an eight a.m. tomorrow…”

“Yeah, so do I,” he nodded, glancing away.  

You picked up your bag from where you’d dropped it by the door, lifting the strap over your shoulder and starting to turn to leave.

"I… I should walk you back to your dorm," he announced, making you smile.

"That's sweet, but save your chivalry.  I can take care of myself just fine."

"But—"

"I think it's safer if we're not seen together walking together by my dorm," you interjected, "especially when I'm walking a little funny…"

"I hope I didn't hurt you," he winced sympathetically.

"No, trust me, that was… exactly what I needed," you breathed.  He smiled a little, looking down at the floor.

"Then I'll see you in class," he nodded, watching you closely as you stepped back and picked up your bag, starting to leave his office with one last small wave goodbye.  “Wait, wait!” he whispered harshly just before you could let go of his door, and you giggled as he leaned out into the hall and glanced around to make sure no one was nearby.  

When he confirmed the coast was clear, he smiled and grabbed your face with one hand, pulling you into a sudden kiss.  And you smiled too— you couldn’t help it— as you kissed him back, almost ready for him to drag you back into that office and start this all over again.  He did let you go, though, with one more whispered ‘goodnight’ and a look that made your heart do little somersaults.

As you finally did make your way back to your dorm, you tried to figure out if that was a goodbye kiss or a ‘see you soon’ kiss.  Or maybe a ‘thanks for the one-time office quickie’ kiss?  But you didn’t know enough about this sort of thing to know if that was even an option.

All you did know was that you really hoped it wasn’t the last kiss you’d have with him.

Can I speak to you in my office today after class?  Thank you.

-Z

You may ask yourself: can one simple email, in only thirteen words, strike fear into the hearts of those who read it?  And the answer is yes, assuming that email is from Professor Helmut Zemo and read by the lovestruck student who slept with him two days ago and hasn't stopped thinking about it since.

Only one of a few things could happen in his office after class, and there was a massive gap between the best and worst case scenarios.  You dressed for the best but prepared yourself psychologically for the worst.

You caught him staring as you walked past the teaching podium to your seat in the front; you just hoped nobody else caught him.  And if you'd thought paying attention in class was tough before, boy oh boy was it a challenge now.  The nerves of what he wanted to discuss with you were bad enough alone, but that combined with memories from two days earlier randomly assaulting your psyche was just overwhelming.

When he pointed at the map with two fingers, you could remember exactly how those fingers had felt inside you, twisting and curling and getting you ready for his cock.

When he spoke, you could hear the difference in his voice compared to how he groaned out his praises while he was fucking you within a damn inch of your life.

And every once in a while, when he couldn’t help but glance at you for a moment, his gaze burned right through you; you were helpless to those brown eyes, completely paralyzed by them, and it must’ve been hours of that before class finally ended.

For the first time, you were the first person out the door when he released the class.  As much as it was going to be a little bit weird to beat him to his office, it was certainly better than any of your other options.  There was a chair in the hall beside the door, and you took a seat and pretended to read a book just to look busy (there was no way you could actually turn symbols on a page into readable language right now, not when you knew he’d be here any minute to talk about… something).

Your peripheral caught him coming down the hall, but you pretended to be deeply immersed in your book until he was right beside you, unlocking his door and opening it for you and himself.  Tucking your book away and following him inside, you found him already staring at you, expression completely unreadable.  Your gut sank in anticipation of whatever conversation this was going to become, and a moment passed in heavy silence.

"Hi," you greeted plainly, letting out a quick breath.

"Hi," he returned.  "Close the door behind you."

You nodded and did as you were told, quietly pushing the wood back until the door latched before approaching where he had come to stand beside his desk.  Though you didn't originally intend to, you found yourself standing a bit too close.

"I'm not quite sure where to start," he admitted, chuckling breathlessly as he reached up to rub the back of his neck.  He looked cute flustered, which was a shame because his tone seemed to imply you needed to not be thinking about how cute he was.  “Listen, you should know that what happened before… it was a mistake,” he sighed.  “It can’t happen again.”

“Do you regret it?” you asked point-blank.

“It can’t happen again,” he repeated in lieu of a real answer, and you looked closely at his face; you didn’t find as much confidence there as you were looking for, it wasn’t the face of a man who knew he was making the right choice.  You certainly didn’t think he was making the right choice.

“Why did you want to have this conversation alone in your office, then?” you challenged.

He cleared his throat slightly.  “So no one would hear us.”

“Hear us talk?” you pressed.  “Is that all?”

“That’s… definitely the plan,” he nodded, swallowing dryly.  "Like I said, it was a mistake— my fault, not yours.  And I just hope we can put it behind us respectfully."

“All the best mistakes are made at least twice,” you whispered, reaching up to trail your finger down his lapel.  “Don’t you think?”

“Don’t do that,” he requested tensely.

"Do what?"

"That," he hissed.  "Stop being… irresistible," he clarified, eyes darting from your lips to your finger to your eyes and back again.  "A man can only take so much.  I'm trying to do right by you."

"You already did when you fucked me that good," you smirked.  "Nothing else could be as right as that."

Your fingers were just barely brushing over his belt when he grabbed you by the wrist.  Jaw tight and eyes solemn, he shook his head.

You wrenched out of his grasp with a nod.  It was worth a shot, but you didn't want to be that person who couldn't take no for an answer— so, you gave him a little smile and readjusted the strap of your bag.  “Well, if it was just the once, then you should know that I’m still glad it happened.  Even if it shouldn’t have.”

He nodded, strategically not speaking— but you knew he would agree, if he could.

“And if it’s any consolation to you now, you were the best I ever had.”

You reached for the doorknob, just starting to turn it and open your way out when he suddenly slammed it shut with a hand right above your head, making you gasp and spin around to look up at his dark gaze.

“Professor…” you whispered.

“The best you ever had?” he repeated, grinning proudly when you nodded.  “Oh, sweetheart, I wasn’t even trying.”  He leaned down to brush his lips against your ear as he whispered to you: “You don’t even know yet how good I can make you feel.”

A shiver ran up your spine; your tongue darted out to lick your lips.  “Are you going to get on with it and show me?”

He didn’t even let you step away from the door, dropping to his knees right there and pushing up your skirt to kiss and bite your thighs.  “Only if you ask very nicely,” he taunted with a brow raised in challenge.

“Please,” you breathed, “fuck, please, want you to taste me.”

His hands slid up your legs, grabbing the hem of your panties before sliding back down.

It wasn’t like you’d never been eaten out before, but this still felt like a first considering your skirt was pushed up to your waist, your panties were pulled down to your ankles, and even just one slow lick over your folds made it obvious he knew exactly what he was doing.

“F-fuck,” you choked, reaching down to weave your fingers into his hair.  He grinned against your skin and kept going, exploring you carefully before finally sucking on your swollen clit.  Your knees threatened to buckle, your head fell back against the door so hard it almost hurt, but all you could really feel was his mouth on you, moving like he knew your body better than you did.

So it was no wonder, then, that you already began to spiral towards your release, legs shaking around his head as he devoured you mercilessly.

"Oh my god, I—" you tried to warn him, but he already knew, and he pulled back to wipe his mouth with his sleeve and stand up.  He grabbed your jaw and kissed you roughly, stopping to whisper to you so close that his lips brushed against yours.

"I'm sorry, draga, but you've spoiled me… now that I've felt you come around my cock, I can't imagine making you come any other way.  I need to feel your cunt grip me so fucking tight… it's all I've been thinking about since I last saw you," he admitted.

"I thought about it, too," you sighed.  "I was up all night trying to make myself come as good as you did but I couldn't… your come was still leaking out of me."

He growled and leaned in to nip at your ear.  "Oh, poor thing… I can imagine it so easily, you laying in your bed with your legs spread, fingers getting exhausted from playing with your little pussy too much, these perfect lips whining for me because you need me to take care of you."

"H-Helmut, please," you whimpered.  

"Yeah, something like that," he smirked.

"I can't wait any more, just fuck me.  Need you inside me," you breathed.

"Then bend over my desk."

{part 2}

[peaceoutofthepieces]

#13 hug with nick and charlie?

more post canon content because there can never be enough nick-in-uni fics. warnings for discussions about charlie’s ed and other mental health issues in this one, along with the usual overbearing amount of fluff and nick being hopelessly in love <3

13. the hug to hide your tears

Nick had been mastering the art of turning himself into a blanket-burrito when the knock sounded on his dorm door. He closed his eyes and huffed a sigh out through his nose, burrowing deeper into his pillow, debating whether he needed to answer or not. There wasn’t really many people it could be, and he wasn’t really in the mood to see anyone. 

He had a relatively good number of friends here, though not many who’d show up at his room. He’d always been used to merging naturally with people, until he wasn’t, and while in one way it came to him easily when he first got here, it was very difficult in another. Internally, he was much more cautious. He hadn’t paid enough attention to, hadn’t cared enough about, what the friends he’d made so easily in secondary school were actually like, and ultimately, that hadn’t gone well for him. He wanted university to be different.

He discovered quite quickly, though, that it was. He’d almost been sick the first time he’d met the rugby team, and while some of the locker-room, overbearing-masculinity was still present, it was different. Maybe it was because they were all older, and a bit more mature, but Nick knew there were more than a few of his teammates who would step up for him if necessary. Some he definitely considered friends, others he was happy to chat with as part of the team, and only few he felt it was best not to acknowledge too much. Aside from that, he had friends from his classes and the dorms and generally around campus—many of whom were queer in some way, which settled some clawing thing in Nick and made him feel a bit more at home. 

But of them all, there were very few who were likely to show up at his door at this time of the evening for any good reason. 

It was, most likely, something that could wait. Nick could simply stay where he was, and wallow a bit more in the dull mood that had been swallowing him for the past few days. He didn’t have to deal with anyone; eventually, they’d get the message, and leave. If it was really important, surely they would have texted him first. 

There was only one person Nick really wanted to see, and he was a couple hundred miles away. 

He tucked himself up tighter in his blanket, and bit down a frustrated groan when a second knock came—louder, more insistent. 

He rolled out of the bed, mournfully shedding his blankets before he marched to the door, yanked it open, and—

Froze. 

Charlie stood in the doorway, hand half-raised as if suspecting he’d need to knock again, with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He gave Nick an awkward little wave, even as his lips instantly split into a soft, beaming smile. “Hi.”

Nick stared at him. His hand slowly slid away from the door handle to hang limply by his side. “Charlie?”

The smile slowly started to slide from his boyfriend’s face as he lifted the strap of his bag over his head and clutched it tightly in his hand. His boyfriend, who was here, standing right in front of him. His boyfriend’s face which he could reach up and touch, if he wanted to, so familiar and beautiful and close, not in a crackly video call or an Instagram post or a goofy selfie sent between classes or late at night. 

Here. In person. Where Nick could look without any glitches; where he could reach out and touch if he wanted to. 

God, did he want to. 

“Sorry, I—I wanted to surprise you, and anyway it was kind of a last minute decision, but I should’ve texted, you’re probab—”

Nick cut Charlie off by yanking him into a fierce hug. 

“Oh,” Charlie said. 

His bag thumped onto the floor by Nick’s feet and his arms came up to wrap around Nick’s waist, and Nick let out a shuddering breath, holding on tighter. Charlie had voiced his appreciation for Nick’s hugs more than once, commenting on how comforting they were, how much he liked that Nick always held onto him so tightly. Nick hadn’t realised before then that Charlie hadn’t realised Nick clinging onto him as if his life depended on it was not exactly for Charlie’s sake. He was just glad to know Charlie appreciated it, regardless. Nick had no issue with hugging him as often as possible. 

He eventually cleared his throat enough to mumble, “You’re really here.” He tucked his face into Charlie’s neck, nuzzling his way past the creases of the hood of Charlie’s coat. Underneath, Charlie’s skin was soft and cool when Nick pressed his nose against it. 

Charlie burrowed closer to Nick in return, a shuddering breath escaping him. “Yeah. So are you.” 

Nick pressed his face harder to Charlie’s skin, enough so that his lips brushed the hammering beat of Charlie’s pulse and Charlie made another soft, choked sound. “God, what are you doing here?” Nick asked. He didn’t actually care; he had Charlie in his arms, and all the hows and the whys in the world didn’t matter. But he wasn’t entirely convinced this wasn’t a dream, or a trick hallucination his mind was playing on him in an attempt to save itself. If it was rationalised to him, if Charlie offered him any how and why that made sense, then Nick would be more readily able to believe it. 

“Can I come in first?” Charlie asked into his shoulder. Nick walked backwards, taking Charlie with him and nudging his bag further into the room with his foot, then flapped a hand out to close the door. To close them in. Together again, after much too long. 

Nick pulled back from Charlie just enough to kiss him. It would be a better confirmation than any explanation Charlie could offer him, anyway. Kissing Charlie Spring was an experience Nick could never perfectly capture in a dream, not even in his wildest imagination. The Charlie of Nick’s dreams would do whatever he wanted, go with Nick’s flow and know just how to make it work. The Charlie in Nick’s arms knew what he wanted. He knew how to surprise Nick while his dreams never could. He’d gathered all the right tricks up his sleeve through a couple of years of practice, and he knew exactly how to make it work, too, how to take Nick apart with one simple suck of his lips or idle flick of his tongue. He knew that he’d only have to press the very tips of his fingers to Nick’s bare skin after deftly slipping his hands up the back of Nick’s t-shirt, and Nick would be all his. So he did, and Nick was. 

“Charlie,” Nick said. Then all he was able to say was, “Charlie, Charlie, Charlie,” over and over and over again, aligned with every thump, thump, thump of his heart. 

Charlie retorted, “Nick,” a protest as much as a plea, and Nick ripped his mouth away even as Charlie’s hands pressed flat to the small of his back, chilled fingers against warm muscle. 

He dropped his forehead against Charlie’s and sucked in a breath, only to have it stolen by the feel of Charlie’s on his skin, soft ripples of air over his lips and chin. So close they could breathe each other in. Nick’s heart stuttered at the repeated realisation. “If you keep kissing me, I won’t let you stop.”

“That’s fine by me,” Charlie breathed, which Nick really should have expected. Charlie’s eyes were still trained on Nick’s lips, his fingertips still digging into the meat of Nick’s back, and his curls—grown out and feathery soft—brushed against Nick’s forehead, tangled in the swoop of Nick’s strands to make a blend of black and gold. As different as night and day; neither able to exist without the other. 

Nick stroked Charlie’s cheek, letting his other hand fall and loop around Charlie’s waist, keeping him tucked close. “Are you okay? When did you decide to do this? I thought we weren’t going to be able to see each other for another two weeks.”

Initially, they’d hoped they could see each other every two weeks. Charlie would take the train to him, or Nick would take it home, and they’d get all they could out of a weekend together before they had to return to the real world. But as it turned out, the real world carried into those weekends. Charlie was doing his final year, and he was a good enough student that Nick knew it could go extremely well for him, if Charlie just kept neatly on track. Nick was doing his first year, and trying his best to work out a new rhythm, to find his feet without tripping up and flunking anything, bringing the experience to an end before it could even properly begin. 

It was a lot, for both of them, and it meant a lot to both of them, and they both wanted nothing but the best for each other. And that meant weekends of Nick holed up in his dorm room scrambling to finish an assignment or off campus altogether for an away rugby match, and it meant weekends of Charlie bogged down with homework and studying or carefully working his way through college searches and applications without working himself up too much over the unknown. 

It meant more time apart than they would have liked, and it meant that Charlie here, in his arms on a Thursday night, was nothing short of a miracle. 

Or some sort of breakdown. 

“Yeah, well, that’s why I decided to do this,” Charlie said, aiming for light and not quite reaching it—not with how tightly he still clung to Nick. His breath hitched. “I just—I really missed you, Nick. God, I missed you so much.”

“Char,” Nick whispered, heart cracking with the memory of that same aching absence he’d been feeling less than thirty minutes ago, and Charlie’s eyes welled up. 

Nick bundled him back into his embrace and squeezed his eyes shut at the hitches of Charlie’s breath against his shoulder, the damp press of his cheek at Nick’s neck. As much as he wished to sink into Charlie with as little as possible in the way, he was glad now that the bulk of Charlie’s coat caught the majority of his own tears. 

“I missed you, too,” he mumbled. “I always miss you.”

The next hitch of Charlie’s breath was more pronounced. “Really?”

“God, yes,” Nick said emphatically, not even bothering to keep the whine out of his voice. “You know I do.” 

It had been the thing, at the start. Nick never considered not going to university, but he had thought a lot about how much he would miss Charlie, and he still hadn’t fully realised quite how hard it would be until he got here. He’d gone from seeing Charlie basically every day for a couple of years to hardly seeing him at all, and the full distress of it only took a week to hit Nick. 

And was still hitting him, constantly. Hence his earlier attempt at curling up in a ball and hiding away. 

He still wanted to do that, but now he wanted to curl around Charlie and hide away with him, never needing to be parted again. It didn’t help that the more he thought about why Charlie was here to begin with, what his I missed you so much meant and what was driving those tears, the more worried he felt. 

“Hey,” he murmured, pulling away enough to thumb Charlie’s tears from his cheeks—entirely ignoring his own—and give him another gentle kiss. “Come on, come sit with me.”

Charlie didn’t have to be asked twice. He let Nick push his coat off his shoulders and toss it onto the desk chair, then allowed himself to be pulled onto Nick’s bed. Nick settled against the headboard and Charlie settled himself against Nick, shuddering once and tucking in as close as he could get. 

Nick wrapped his arms around him, burying his face in Charlie’s soft curls and taking a moment just to breathe, to feel Charlie’s fingers trace and press wondering touches along his ribs. “I can’t believe your mum let you come. You have school tomorrow. She did let you, right? Oh god, wait, Charlie, if you’ve run—”

“Oh my god,” Charlie interrupted, laughing slightly as he squeezed Nick’s side. “Calm down. She let me. Dad even drove me to the train station.” He paused, but tacked on an explanation before Nick could ask. “I think she was more worried about what would happen if she didn’t let me than about me missing a day of school.”

Nick’s body locked up, arms tensing around Charlie. He lifted his head to look down at him, but Charlie’s face was half-mushed into Nick’s chest and tilted down. “Char. Are you…you didn’t—”

“No, no,” Charlie hastily reassured him. “I’m fine. Well. I’m not—it’s—I mean, a little crying definitely worked to my advantage, but I didn’t…I haven’t relapsed, or anything.”

It was only a mumble, but it was firm, and Nick pushed his face back into Charlie’s hair and let out a breath, hugging him just a bit closer. “But you were thinking about it?” he asked quietly. 

Charlie shook his head slightly, with another adamant little, “No.” Nick was ready to prod the denial when Charlie, again, elaborated on his own. “I mean, not anymore than it’s just…there. I don’t think I would have,” he said, which wasn’t perfectly reassuring, but which was honest, and Nick always felt that was better. Then Charlie added, even quieter, “It wouldn’t have been your fault, if I did,” and this time Nick was the one to shudder and burrow closer, wondering how Charlie always managed to cut off his worries at the root so quickly. 

It wasn’t what Nick hated most—that was being away from Charlie, full stop. But the concern of being away from Charlie and Charlie needing him ate at him frequently, especially in those same first few weeks. He’d sat then, more than once, in the middle of the night with his phone clutched in his hand, staring at his text thread with Charlie and feeling his stomach roil. Typing ‘are you alright?’ and ‘everything’s okay, yeah?’ and ‘I love you’ over and over, then continuously convincing himself not to send them. Because Charlie was just sleeping, and Nick had only talked to him a few hours ago, and he was fine, but what if he wasn’t and Nick’s phone was actually about to start buzzing with a furious, frantic call from Tori, because Charlie wasn’t alright but if anyone, if Nick, had just been there—

It had driven him crazy, and when he’d gone home the first time, Charlie had noticed. It was probably hard not to, with how obviously Nick had gone directly to his house and latched onto him, then refused to let go for the rest of the weekend. How constantly he’d been running his hands over Charlie could probably have been brushed off as missing and wanting, and the distance had definitely amped up the urgency to do things, for both of them. But even in the quieter, stiller moments, Nick’s touch would be there—checking Charlie over. 

They’d talked about it, then. They’d talked about it even before Nick left, but they talked about it then, again, and Charlie had bluntly reminded Nick that even his being a ten-minute distance away hadn’t been enough to stop him, so far. That Charlie’s struggles were his own, and Nick couldn’t keep him from them twenty-four-seven, but he knew Nick was still there. And so were his parents, and their friends, and Tori, and Geoff, now, if it came to it. Charlie had evidently even gone to Tori, as well, who cornered Nick the same day just to say, “I’d probably think to text you even before mum. Don’t be an idiot. You’ll know anything you need to know once I do,” which was both more reassuring and gratifying than Nick had expected it to be. 

Then, once he’d gone back, she’d texted him after only a day, and he’d almost had a heart attack. But it had been a short video of Charlie, Oliver, and Michael playing Mario Kart, with Charlie very audibly cackling as he inevitably slaughtered them. The message had read ‘he does miss you a disgusting amount, but it clearly isn’t stopping him’. After that, he got something from Tori at least once a week. He always replied, and she usually didn’t, but that was fine. It was a system put in place to reassure Nick that Charlie wasn’t simply lying to him, and he appreciated it more than he could say. Plus, it was a photo or video of Charlie about seventy-percent of the time, with the other thirty composed of Tori’s short, dry, borderline-sarcastic assurances that never failed to make Nick smile, regardless. 

Sometimes, she’d be a bit more genuine, like at the start of this week when she’d messaged him, ‘he’s been a bit quiet. hasn’t skipped dinner yet, but hasn’t been clearing his plate. be extra nice, and check in with tao maybe, yeah?’

Nick had checked in with Tao, and Charlie wasn’t completely skipping lunch, either, but he was ‘cranky’. He hadn’t been when he was talking to Nick, though. Nick had made a point of calling more than texting him, and he had sounded tired, and he’d sprinkled ‘I miss you’s into the conversation more frequently, but he’d also still laughed easily at Nick’s stories and hadn’t skipped any of his usual teasing. He hadn’t been overly distressed or panicky when he picked up on Nick’s own dwindling mood. But he’d been sympathetic and even quieter, and today, Nick had barely heard from him at all. 

Now he supposed he knew why. Maybe he already knew why Charlie’s mum was a bit worried, too. 

It would be the automatic next step, to berate himself for likely making matters worse, but Charlie had already deemed him free of fault. 

So instead he just said, “What’s been going on, then?”

Charlie didn’t answer immediately. He was still trying to press himself closer to Nick, fingers fluttering and gripping by Nick’s ribs and knees knocking together in an attempt to fit. Nick decided enough was enough and drew Charlie into his lap by hooking a hand behind Charlie’s knee and lifting it over his legs. Charlie made a soft sound of surprise, but quickly adjusted, shuffling until his knees were pressed into the bed either side of Nick’s hips. Nick put an arm around his waist and pressed them chest to chest, then tucked Charlie’s head into his neck, and pressed a kiss to his temple. 

“It’s just really hard,” Charlie said, eventually. 

Nick passed a hand through Charlie’s hair, and Charlie sunk into him. “What is?”

“A levels,” Charlie muttered darkly. 

Nick blinked. 

Then he said, “Oh.”

Instantly, he understood. He’d been there, a year ago. Nick was not the most easily stressed person, and it had easily been the most stressful period of his life thus far. Different, even, to his coming out and Charlie’s stint in the hospital—more mundane, and more drawn-out, and all the more stressful as something he should have been able to control, while feeling like he had no grasp whatsoever. With everything else, he’d had to ride it out. He and Charlie had done that together. And Charlie was always there, when he was studying for his exams and taking his exams and figuring out what came after, and still, the constant stress and pressure was in Nick’s own head, filling his chest. It was something he had to deal with, and it had been a lot.

In all his worrying about Charlie, and not being there, and their conversations about exactly this, he hadn’t thought about Charlie having to go through that same experience, now. Because Charlie was smart. In all his struggles and doubts, Charlie had still always remained an extremely impressive student. None of them doubted he would do well in his A levels. 

But Nick knew that didn’t help. He wondered, if anything, if the easy expectations stressed Charlie more. 

“Oh, Char,” he murmured. “How stressed have you been?”

Charlie heaved a sigh. “What do you think?”

Nick made a distressed, sympathetic sound and gave him a squeeze. He petted a hand through Charlie’s hair again, and relaxed some when Charlie melted a little further. “I’m sorry. I should’ve remembered how awful it gets right about now.” How much more awful it must be for Charlie, when it was something he had to worry about on top of everything else. Nick had barely remembered to eat, some days, when he was sludging his way through piles of homework and a shoddy study schedule and uni applications. Charlie had been the one to reprimand him for it more often than not, slipping into Nick’s room with two plates and a flurry of gentle, reassuring kisses. That Charlie had any appetite for even one of his meals in the day right now was a small miracle. 

“It’s okay,” Charlie said. 

“It’s not,” Nick insisted. “It’s a lot, and I know that. You’re doing so well, Charlie.”

Charlie sighed again. “All things considered, you mean?”

“Well, yeah,” Nick said. Honesty was still the best policy. He moved his hands to Charlie’s face, cupping his cheeks and tilting his head up so Nick could look at him. “A levels are stressful for everyone and they make it hard to keep a steady routine. It makes sense you’re struggling.” He tilted his forehead against Charlie’s, offering him a soft smile. “Honestly, I’m impressed you’re still managing what you are. You’re doing so good.”

Charlie didn’t have to ask how Nick would know, because none of them pretended Tori and their friends didn’t update him, and because Charlie was likely to update Nick himself before he would anyone else. He nuzzled his head against Nick’s now and bit his lip. “Do you think?”

“Absolutely.”

“Well. Geoff’s been helping me, a bit.”

Nick’s smile softened further. “Yeah? You have been talking to him about it, then?”

Charlie nodded. “Yeah. It’s—I’ve been—I know Tori and my parents have noticed I’m not finishing any of my food. But they haven’t said anything. I got…I was really annoyed with myself about it, before that, but Geoff said I shouldn’t think of it that way. He said at the start, I would’ve hardly been able to even look at the plate, and I didn’t have exam stress like this then. He said it was impressive that I was still sticking to a schedule and eating what I could. He helped me work out a new plan, so none of the meals feel as big or don’t take as much time, or whatever.”

“And is it better?”

Charlie’s own smile was a little wobbly, and he admitted, “Not really.” Nick rubbed his back, and he ducked his head back into Nick’s neck, bringing his arms up to wrap around Nick’s shoulders. “I guess because that isn’t, like, actually the main problem right now. I just…I needed a break.” Charlie’s voice cracked, and Nick hugged him tight again. “I needed to see you.” 

“That’s okay,” Nick whispered, pressing another kiss to Charlie’s temple, rubbing his back once more. “Geoff’s right. Whatever you can manage is better than nothing, yeah? Knowing what you need and working on it is what matters.”

“Thanks,” Charlie whispered back. “I was just—I’d been doing so well, and I don’t want it to…”

“You’re still doing well,” Nick insisted. “That’s what matters. Some days are going to be harder, and that’s okay. Just do it one at a time, right?”

Charlie’s lips curled in a soft smile—Nick felt it against his skin. “See, this is why I wanted to see you.”

Nick made a mock-affronted noise. “What? Not because I’m so sexy you couldn’t stand another day without my killer kisses?”

Charlie snorted. Loudly. Which Nick could’ve pretended to be offended by, if he wasn’t wearing such a massive grin. Really, he thought, this was why Charlie would have wanted to see him. Because this was what they were like. No matter how low or stressful things got, they’d thread through a little bit of light with their love. They would find something to laugh together about. They would share soothing kisses wherever it hurt. 

Which was surely what Charlie intended now, if the way he looked coyly up at Nick from under his lashes was any indication. “Well, I guess there’s that, too.”

Nick’s grin widened, and then Charlie was kissing it away, and then there was a lot more grinning and kissing in a much less joking way. It was harder to miss Charlie when he was weaving his hands through Nick’s hair, or sliding them under Nick’s shirt before Nick could peel it off, or tossing his own shirt aside with no hesitation and pressing them back together. He wasn’t thinking about missing Charlie, and he wasn’t thinking about how many assignments he still had due within the next few weeks, or the upcoming rugby match the team already seemed sure they were going to lose. And he didn’t think Charlie was thinking about A levels, or meal plans, or missing Nick, either. 

It had concerned Nick, too, at the start. That he’d just started to feel like he was getting good at doing things and that it was something they both frequently wanted to do in the first place. He’d worried that maybe he’d forget, or that Charlie would struggle with shyness all over again, and it would be like another first time but worse, because they’d feel like it shouldn’t be so awkward, now. 

But it wasn’t. It hadn’t been, any time. It was familiar and comfortable and deliriously good when combined with the euphoria of simply occupying each other’s space again. He’d wondered why he’d ever been worried, but it didn’t matter, because he wasn’t now. He knew exactly where to fit his hands and press his lips and sweep his tongue, and how, and when, and Charlie worked him over just as easily, with just as little hesitation, in return. 

It was a bit like riding a bike, Nick thought, then wondered if that made him the bike in this situation, and laughed a little deliriously. Charlie gave him a crinkled, curious look that Nick took to mean you’re so weird and I love you and blessedly didn’t stop. 

“Seen as much of me as you wanted, now?” Nick asked teasingly, once he was sated and breathless and had Charlie tucked into his side once more, no longer burrowing or hiding but quiet and content as he returned to tracing Nick’s ribs, fingers now tapping along bare skin. 

He pulled himself up to kiss Nick’s cheek, then pressed his nose there briefly, tucking his leg over Nick’s. “Never,” he said honestly, and Nick turned to kiss him again. 

When Charlie’s stomach rumbled ten minutes later, Nick made them a toasted sandwich to split. Charlie ate every pick of his half with his curly hair mussed around his face and one of Nick’s jumpers hanging from his shoulders. Nick took a photo to eventually add to the collection on his wall. It was a sight he knew he wanted to see every day. 

Charlie gave him a half-amused, half-unimpressed look. There wasn’t even a hint of the sadness of an hour before. Nick just grabbed him by the waist, and held on, and kissed him, and held on, and held on. 

The good thing about being in uni with a boyfriend that didn’t live ten minutes away anymore, was that when said boyfriend came to visit, he had nowhere else to go when the sun went. There was no one to tell him he couldn’t spend the night in Nick’s bed, or to wake him within ten minutes of falling asleep on Nick’s shoulder and order him home. When he was here, he was here to stay, and Nick loved it more than he knew how to put into words. 

It was all he could feel, though, when he looked at Charlie asleep next to him. Charlie, who looked soft and worry-free, asleep, the creases of stress all gone as he snuffled into Nick’s pillow and unconsciously tightened his grip on Nick’s waist. Nick easily went where he was wanted, pressing a featherlight kiss to Charlie’s head. He knew all those bits of stress would come back, and would likely get worse, now and again, throughout the year. He knew even while Charlie was here, or in whatever time Nick spent at home, he wouldn’t be able to prevent it completely. Probably not even at all. 

But he could make things a little less awful, maybe. He could make Charlie smile, and provide hugs and kisses, and feed him when Charlie let him. He could be there as much as possible, like Charlie was for him, and in between, they’d work on each day as it came, and that was all that mattered. 

And eventually, Nick wouldn’t have to be worried about missing Charlie again even when the sun came up. They’d fall asleep just like this, and wake up just like this, and they wouldn’t be dreadfully counting down the minutes they had left. It would be just like the past couple of years since they’d met, only better. Nick would forget completely what missing Charlie felt like, and A levels and long distance and taking the late train on a Thursday evening just to catch a break would be distant memories. 

Someday, Nick promised himself, holding Charlie that bit tighter and finally letting his eyes slip shut once he was sure Charlie was here, and he wouldn’t disappear. Everyday, soon.

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[wifeofthesixthhokage]

Say My Name

Art by @hhhany82 . Posted with permission, please check out her work! ♥︎

Summary: It’s your last full weekend in Devildom and you decide to have some me-time. Everything is going according to plan until a note from Mammon appears under your bedroom door.

Paring: Mammon ✖︎ female reader

Warning: smut, going in raw, fingering, cunnilingus, praise kink... I think that’s it.

Word Count: 3.3k

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You let out a groan of exhaustion as you kicked your bedroom door open. It was Friday meaning the weekend was here. No more tests, no assignments, just rest. You threw your bag on the floor and went straight for your closet. You were too exhausted to shower, you'd spent all week trying to spend time with as much as your friends before you left Devildom, and it was killing you. This was going to your last weekend to rest in your room before you had to return to the mortal realm, to your busy life and noisy family. This was your last chance to experience peace and quiet.

You threw on an oversized t-shirt and fuzzy socks, leaving your school uniform on the floor. You lowered the lights in your room and lit some scented candles. You were just about to lay down in your bed when you realized you hadn't locked the door. You quickly sprinted to the door, it was the one thing you needed to do before one of those damned demon brothers inviting themselves into your room, ruining your bum weekend. Just as you locked your door, you heard your D.D.D start to blow up with notifications. You sighed as you already knew who it was.

You grabbed the phone and plopped back into your bed. Levi, Asmo, Beel, Satan, Solomon. All the boys had started to text you one by one, asking for a bit of your time. As much as you loved them, some more than others, you knew you needed some time for yourself. You squirmed in your bed until you were in the perfect spot. For hours you watched the perfect mix of movies and shows from both Devildom and back home. After watching the end of your favorite anime you decided to play some Devilcraft.

You started to reach for your controller when a slip of paper went appeared from under your door. You jumped up from your bed and read the note.

(Y/N),

I know your (you're?) having girl time or whatever, but I figured ya need some snacks eventually. I just got paid for a modelin gig so I gotcha a few things. Don't go around tellin' people I'm nice or that I've gone soft, 'cause I'll deny it!

~The Great Mammon ☆

You smiled to yourself. It wasn't every day the Avatar of Greed went out of his way for someone else. Especially not for a human. You slowly unlocked the door and opened it, peering into the hallway making sure the coast was clear. On the other side of your doorknob sat a tote bag, you snatched it and quickly shut the door. Your smile only grew as you looked inside. Hell-sauce instant ramen, Madam Scream's macaroons, wicked cupcakes, it was all of your favorite Devildom junk foods. You quickly grabbed your D.D.D.

It was "you're". But thanks for the snacks.

You texted.

I just got a bonus so I was feelin' generous, that's the only reason I did it.

Don't make me regret it (Y/N).

You caught yourself beaming at your phone, ever since you'd been stuck with Mammon he was like this. He always cared but never wanted to show it, he knew his brothers would tease him for having a soft spot, especially if it was for you.

Classic tsundere.

You texted back knowing it'd get under his skin. You saw that he was texting back.

Come play Devilcraft with me.

Fine.

A few moments passed before you heard two knocks at your door. You slowly opened the door so a tanned hand with white-painted nails grabbed. "What are ya openin' the door so slow for? You expecting someone else too?" Mammon's voice sounded from the other side of the door. He pushed his way inside of your room. He wore a black t-shirt, a brown leather jacket, a pair of dark skinny jeans, and his gold rings. As he peeked his head into your room you saw he was wearing his sunglasses.

"Why would I invite you over if I had company I didn't want you to see?" You said, stepping aside so he could come in. "And why do you insist to wear those things inside?" You snatched his sunglasses off of his face and placed them on your nightstand.

"It's my style ya know." Mammon kicked off his shoes and plopped into your bed. You were used to this, ever since Mammon was assigned to protect you from the other demons he'd made himself comfortable in your room. He had space in your closet, some drawers in your dresser, and a toothbrush that sat next to yours. There was even a Mammon-shaped dent in your bed. "A human like you wouldn't understand." He let out a yawn as propped himself up on your headboard.

"Of course, the great Mammon knows all." You rolled your eyes at him as you crawled into bed next to him. He grabbed a controller and you did the same.

The two of you played the game of cubes and pixels for an hour or two before Mammon let out a groan of boredom. "(Y/N), I can't keep playing this game."

You looked up at him in shock, "But you love Devilcraft, and we're about to beat the Aetherdragon."

"I know, but something's been on my mind lately." There was a slight blush on his cheeks as he spoke. "Yesterday, on the balcony, when I asked you to stay... here.. with me. You kissed me. And then I tried to kiss you back, but then..."

"You ran off before Levi could get his money back from you."

Mammon chuckled nervously, patting his messy white hair into place, "Yeahhhhh, but that ain't the point." He turned to face you, his blue and yellow eyes were fixed on your (E/C) eyes. The only other time you'd seen him like this was when you kissed him. "I just want ya to know that everything I said was true, (Y/N). I can't imagine this place without you. You've been my girl ever since you got here, and I want you to be all mine for as long as ya can stand me. You make me want to be a better demon, (Y/N). Please stay with me." He placed a hand on your cheek, leading your lips closer to his.

Your cheeks flushed. His hand moved from your cheek, traced your jawline, and then lifted your chin with a single finger. "If you're ever uncomfortable just let me know, and I'll stop. Ya, hear me?" You nodded. Mammon smirked, "That's my girl.", he growled before he guided you towards him.

The sound of your heartbeat grew louder and louder until your lips met his soft ones. This kiss wasn't like the last one. The one on the balcony was innocent, a mere fraction of what you felt for him. This one on the other hand was, full of lust, it was deeper, more sensual. Mammon leaned into you, slipping his tongue into your mouth, slowly leading you onto your back so he could tower over you. You felt one of his hands appear on your shoulder. The hand gently grazed your arm until it met your wrist. He gripped your wrist tightly then pinned it above your hand, he then mimicked the same move with your other hand.

Mammon pulled himself away, allowing you to catch your breath. His blue-yellow eyes taking in the sight of you beneath him. He smiled down at you in your helpless state, using one hand to keep your arms above your head. "We can stop if you want, (Y/N)."

It took you a moment to process what he said, there was so much going on in your head. "No." You finally spoke shaking your head, "I want you to keep going."

Mammon shakes his jacket off then slipped off his shirt, revealing his tanned and toned upper body to you. He gave you a toothy grin as he grabbed the hem of your oversized shirt, "I want the entire House of Lamentation to hear ya scream my name." The white-haired demon lifted your shirt slowly, revealing your body to him inch by inch. "I want my brothers to know that you're all mine." Mammon lifted the shirt above your head and casting it aside.

You shifted your gaze away from him as he took in the sight of you. Mammon lowered himself down to you, he began to kiss you on the more exposed side of your neck. Those light kisses turned into bites, which turned into hickeys, which turned into kisses again. His kisses trailed from your neck to your collar bone, to your breasts. You could feel his eyes staring at you as he made his way to your peak, playfully giggling to himself before biting down on your nipple.

A moan escaped your lips making Mammon snicker to himself as he continued. He began to suck and pull at your nipples. You whimpered as his calloused hands grasped your mounds, massaging and fondling them as he alternated his attention from nipple to nipple the occasional bite getting into the mix.

"Still not enough to make ya say my name, huh?" You felt his hands trace the sides of your body, your ribs, your waist, your hips. His mouth started to do the same, your sternum, your belly, to your panties. The demon shot you a playful look before he continued. His hands grabbed you by your outer thighs and yanked you towards him, his mouth kissing your inner thighs leaving a trail from your knee to your center.

You felt his grip on you grow firmer with every whine and labored breath that left your lips. You felt a final kiss right at the waistband of your panties, the kiss demanded your attention. You peered down at Mammon, who now had the band of your underwear in his teeth. His fingers slid from your thighs back to your hips. He gave you a look as if to ask if you were ready and you gave a small nod. You watched as your bottoms glided off of your curves and were cast aside with the rest of your clothes.

"Ya wanna take off your socks before things get any hotter?" Mammon's head motioned towards the hot pink fuzzy socks you had completely forgotten about.

You laughed awkwardly, "Yeah, sorry. I can get them." You started to sit up when Mammon stopped you and slowly pushed you onto your back again.

"I got it. I don't want you to move a muscle until I'm done with you." He smiled as he gently took off your socks and threw them away. "You're gonna be thinkin' about this night every second you're away from me." The demon grabbed your knees and pried them apart, revealing your soaked entrance to him.

He wiped his tongue across his fangs, his eyes looking at you like you were a four-course meal and he hadn't eaten in weeks. You flinched the demon placed a light kiss on your clit. A lick around it quickly followed, then a swift taste of all of you. Mammon let out a groan, "(Y/N), you taste amazing." The white-haired beast muttered before he went back down to devour you. His strong arms pulled you in, his tongue reaching new depths with each slurp. You were no longer letting out little whimpers, your moans filled your room and likely echoed throughout the hallways.

Mammon's tongue left you and your eyes flew open. "Ya like that, huh?" he teased as you watched him slip off his rings one by one.

"Yeah..." you said in between breaths.

He laughed, "Put these on the nightstand for me, baby." He held out his rings to you, obediently you took them and did as he said. "Atta girl." he praised. Mammon gave you a gentle pat on the hip before he continued his meal. His tongue wrapped around your clit, his fingers made their way inside of you. Your thighs gripped his head, your hands ran through his frosty hair. It felt like your mind was completely empty, you couldn't think you could only feel him. His hands digging into your thighs, his tongue, his fingers, his breath tickling you. You could feel something building deep within you, like water behind a dam. The pressure was becoming too much, then suddenly it stopped.

"You didn't you were gonna get off that easy, did ya?" Mammon snickered as he rose above you. Your senses were coming back, and you began to pout. "I told you I wasn't done until my brothers could hear you yell my name." The demon flashed his fangs while unfastening his belt. He ripped it off and threw it on the floor.

Instantly, you covered your eyes with your hands. Of course, you were eager to continue but a sudden wave of shyness took over. You could hear Mammon laugh as he got up from the bed. "Things start to get serious and now ya decided to get nervous," he said, followed by the sound of his jeans hitting the ground, then his boxers.

You could feel him climbing back onto your bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. You felt a hand place itself on your waist then slide down to your knees. Mammon lifted your legs into the air and pulled them apart. The bed shifted as he got into position. "(Y/N). Look at me," he commanded, pressing himself against your opening.

With a small squeak, you lowered your hands, his face, his pecs, his abs, his white happy trail. Your eyes quickly darted off to the side, your face was hot.

"You've never done this before, have ya?" He was rubbing the tip of him on your clit.

You bit your lip and shook your head.

"I'll be gentle with ya..." Mammon took a hold of your hand, interlocking his finger with yours. "Just tell me if I'm too much." He gave you a kiss on the cheek as he made his way inside of you. The demon pulled you into a kiss to muffle your moans while you took his length. Opening your lips a little you allowed his tongue to slither in, you needed something to keep your mind busy.

"Almost there..." he whispered, giving your hand a squeeze. The demon gave you a small smile, a sweet kiss on the forehead, then bucked his hips, forcing the rest of him into him. You yelped, Mammon smirked. He slowly started to rock his hips back and forth. His dick going in and out of you, his speed only picked up when your moans got louder.

You threw your arms around his neck, your legs wrapped around, and pulled him in closer. You begged for more and that's exactly what he gave you. His pace increase greatly, you could feel him reaching a new depth with each stroke. Your nails dug into his back as the pleasure started to become unbearable.

"Don't try to hold it in. Who's pussy is this?" he growled before pulling you into another deep kiss. The moment your mouth was free, his name was leaving it. First as a whisper, then a moan, then as a scream.

"Atta girl, say my name.", he growled, taking the entirety of his length out of you just to shove it back in, poking at your cervix. A huge wave of pleasure overcame your body, your nails digging deeper into the back of the demon. You could feel yourself tightening around him as he repeated the motion over and over.

Mammon told ahold of your hips, then pulled your body into each thrust. "Finish for me," he commanded.

A blast of electricity traveled through your body, you could feel yourself convulsing around him. Your toes curled, your legs shook, your body felt like it was overheating. You shouted his name one last time before met your climax.

The demon chuckled to himself before he increased the speed of his thrust. He continued through your screams, grinning to himself as you squealed under him. He could see you coming down from your high so he pulled out of you, allowing you to catch your breath.

As the adrenaline left your body you could feel it grow sore. "Did you, uh. Did you c-"

"Nah, but that ain't important. I don't wanna overwork ya." He flashed a smile almost as white as his hair. Mammon helped you sit up and gave you a kiss on the forehead.

You shook your head, "I can go for another round." You reassured through labored breathing.

He laughed, "Someone's eager." Mammon teased. "On your stomach." You did as you were told turning your back towards him just you when you were about to lay down, Mammon's hand stopped you. "No, stay up here. It'll be more fun." He gave you a cocky grin as he used his right hand to massage your ass, the other one was rubbing your clit, causing you to let out little coos of pleasure.

His free hand moves from your ass to the small of your back, it traveled slowly down your spine. Mammon applied a bit of pressure, forcing your upper body back onto the bed. "I'm not gonna be gentle with ya anymore." He was running his hand back up your curves, those blue-yellow eyes taking in the view of you.

You looked back at him, "That... that was gentle?"

The demon laughed at you, his dick poking at your entrance. "It only gets more fun from here, (Y/N). Just enjoy the ride." With that, he slipped himself inside back inside of you. A gasp flew out of your mouth as a surge of satisfaction went through you. Mammon started to work his hips back and forth, somehow he felt larger in this position. It wasn't long before your moans started up again, growing louder with each thrust.

A loud banging at your door caused the two of you the fall off the bed. Mammon hit his head on the floor, letting out a yelp.

"Who the hell..." Mammon growled as he rubbed the back of his head.

"DINNER IS READY! THE TWO OF YOU HAVE 5 MINUTES TO GET TO THE TABLE!" Lucifer's voice boomed from the other side of the door. You could hear the eldest of the demon brothers stomp off towards the dining room.

You and Mammon met eyes for a second before scrambling to grab your clothes. The two of you knew it took a lot for Lucifer to yell at you, so speed was a priority. You slipped on your pants before you checked your D.D.D for the time. "We got two minutes left."

You watched as Mammon slipped his shirt back on. "How do ya feel? I wasn't too rough was I?" He smirked as he made his way over to you.

You ignored him as you reached for the doorknob. You could feel yourself growing sore, but you didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

Mammon told hold of your arm and pulled you towards him, his strong arms wrapped around you, embracing you. "(Y/N)..." he started in a more serious tone. The demon placed a kiss on your forehead. "Please consider staying here, with me." You lifted your head so your (E/C) eyes met his blue and yellow ones.

You opened your mouth to talk only to be interrupted by the buzz of your D.D.D. The screen lit up with a text from Lucifer.

"One minute." You read aloud. You and Mammon shared a horrified look before the two of you sprinted out of your room and down the hallway.

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I really like your writing! It's so cute. Can I request a Gabriel Boseman x Female reader tho. He's so stupid, but I love him. So anyways... what would it be like if he liked this girl who spent most of her time drawing or writing in the pizzeria. But then one day... he sneaks up on her and catches her drawing him playing his bagpipes. Just something fluffy. You don't have to write this, Plz and thank you (have a good day/night). 🙂

Picture Perfect

Art by BlueyCapsules on Twitter

Gabriel Boseman x Fem! Reader

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I DO NOT KNOW WHEN THIS REQUEST WAS SENT BECAUSE TUMBLR IS BEING GLITCHY AF BUT I LUCKILY SAW THIS WHEN I GOT ON MY LAPTOP TO WRITE SO YAY I GUESS??? 

First it wouldn’t let me comment, message, or reply (thankfully this problem was fixed) and now it won’t let me see certain people’s weblogs and likes and asks?? I sent in a support request and hopefully it gets fixed soon. Like I said before, this gives me an excuse to write for a Boseman so muhaha! 

Onto the story!

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‘There she is again..’

It was a thought that occurred often whenever the girl with [hair length][hair color] carrying a sketchpad and a small bag of pencils would walk into the facility. It had been at least a few months since she had captured his eye and it was only because of this girl and his damned sister’s friendship that he knew her name. (Y/N) was what Cassidy said it was, and it took a moment for him to believe this to be true or not. Cassidy could easily tell him a false name to embarrass himself when he would first speak her name. This suspicion was quickly proven wrong when the three Boseman brats hung around you. Cassidy had called (Y/N)’s name to get her attention about... whatever it is his sister  wanted to know. Gabriel didn’t remember what it was anymore. Nonetheless, the girl responded to his sister as she usually did: kindly and with a sweet tone to her voice. A voice that had slowly became music to his ears over time.

“Oi- Gabe!” The ginger snapped from memory lane as one of his band members roughly nudged his side. An off key sound played from the bagpipe he held, the sound echoing loudly in the pizzeria. A blush of embarrassment covered his cheeks when he realized how a few people looked over upon hearing this sound. Yes, this included (Y/N), much to his disliking. However, it suddenly felt worth it when he saw her smile and laugh to herself before going back to whatever she was drawing. She was always drawing something with such a beautiful smile on her face. The thought he just had made him cringe at himself. When did he become so lovey dovey?

“What’re ya spacin’ out for?” By now, their little practice had stopped. Gabriel’s father gave them permission to practice during working hours whenever the animatronics were in free-roam mode and weren’t using the stage. Most people ignored their practice while some watched and listened. Whether it was with actual interest or out of boredom with nothing else to entertain them was beyond the boy band. They never really paid enough attention to notice the reason either. They were usually too engrossed in their practice, after all. Gabriel’s gaze flickered over to (Y/N) for a quick second as he contemplated an answer. “Hungry.” He wanted to smack himself the moment that answer slipped from his lips. What an idiot...

The boys looked between each other before a couple shrugged to themselves. “I guess a break wouldn’t hurt.” The guitarist spoke his thoughts out loud, which raised a collective sound of ‘sure’s and ‘whatever’s amongst the group. Gabriel almost felt relief that they didn’t question it, and yet it also bugged him that they didn’t really question it further. Not out loud anyways. Gabriel quietly sighed to himself as he stepped down from the stage, setting his bagpipe on the wooden surface. His gaze drifted to (Y/N) once again. It felt almost habitual by this point. Like he was required to, at least, take a small glance in your direction. A question stirred in his mind as he watched her pencil dart smoothly back and forth across the page, displaying each stroke to create a piece of art.

A few of the band members stayed behind an chatted amongst themselves while others went off to do whatever they pleased during their break. Gabriel decided to indulge in his curiosity and see for himself what (Y/N) was drawing this time. She didn’t seem to realize him approaching at first. Not till he was a few steps from being at her side. Her [eye color] eyes darted up to the ginger, a bit widened in surprise. That wasn’t what confused Gabriel, however. What had confused him was when (Y/N)’s arms flew up to cover up her drawing. Usually, the girl he had come to like quite a lot would be so eager to show her drawings off to eager eyes. She never was embarrassed about them or insecure. She knew that even she had things to learn and improve on when it came to drawing, so she often took criticism to improve. That’s just how (Y/N) was.

“Whatcha hiding it for?” The Irish boy spoke with clear confusion in his voice. (Y/N)’s face was dyed with a pinkish hue as heat drew the blood to the surface of her skin. Whatever she had drawn had made her appear to be embarrassed about it. Or at least she seemed embarrassed to Gabriel. “I-It’s nothing special, really..” An anxious chuckle followed these words as she glanced away from the ginger boy. A frown tugged to his lips and his brows furrowed in frustration. She’s never acted like this about her drawings before. “Can I see it?” Gabriel leaned towards (Y/N) with his arms crossed over his chest. She backed up on instinct. She seemed hesitant and was about to answer before a hand swept under her arms to take the photo. “W-wait..!”

On the paper was a beautifully drawn picture of.. him? It was him on the stage during practice, though (Y/N) didn’t seem to bother with drawing the other band members. Just Gabriel. He held his bagpipe in his arms within the picture he held. Each detail and feature was drawn oh so carefully as to perfectly depict this boy in her eyes. Even the smallest details in his clothing and on the bagpipe was drawn. Gabriel was left stunned, as did (Y/N). Though it was for different reasons, of course. While Gabriel was stunned by the fact that the girl he liked took the time and effort to make such an amazing drawing of him, said girl was stunned by the fact that he held the drawing. She was waiting for a reaction. 

A red blush dusted his freckled cheeks, looking over to (Y/N). He cleared his throat and held the drawing out to her. Her hands hesitantly took hold of the paper. “I-It’s uh... It’s a nice picture.” Gabriel cleared his throat a tad awkwardly. He wasn’t all too sure how to properly react to it. However, he internally beamed at the expression the girl before him wore. (Y/N) was surprised by Gabriel’s words. The surprise had quickly faded to joy as the wide eyed look faded to a gentle smile. “I’m glad you like it!” A soft laugh left her lips, causing Gabriel’s blush to deepen in color. 

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Ahhh I think ima start typing more on my laptop! I love how this turned out 💕💕 Writing on my laptop helped this to be longer and I love that fact- so expect me to write more on my laptop 🤭 Of course this was still a tad bit short but it’s progress!