#but i repositioned stuff digitally

[inkz123]

Day 8: Bento🍱

[firefl1ezz]

mental illness hitting hard tonite but we ball !! they r so cute i couldnt not draw them despite knowing nothing abt strawberry shortcake lmao

designs by @qevillous go check them out or else (i am holding a confetti gun to your head)

[jayrockin]

Hi. I'm very late to Webcomic Day. The concept this year was to nicely showcase what the progression of your work looks like through layers of completion on a single page, but because of the way I am, this is not very easy. The first thing I do is sketch the page. This can be anything between thumbnail scribbles, nice pencil drawings with panels, or a bunch of floating character headshots with speech bubbles on a random piece of paper. I then scan these and add them to the page document. I usually do digital tweaks to the scans until I am satisfied with the panel layout and composition. I add vector speech bubbles at this stage too. The goal is (was... it's done) to make the entire book comprehensibly readable, so editors can read it and suggest changes before I put in actual elbow grease. Second stage is modelling important background elements in Blender. I'm not very good at this, mostly because I am new to Blender and terribly impatient. My models are usually a vague sketch of a hardscape environment that I then draw clutter over. My vehicle models are much nicer and that's because they were commissioned from people who have years of learned skill that I don't. Third step is when I actually start the finished page. I usually draw the character lines and flats (unshaded tones) before anything else because I find it fun and easy. I don't recommend this, it sometimes makes the next step inconvenient. I frequently start flats or shading before I've finished lines, because I get bored of doing lines. I don't recommend this either. Last step is backgrounds, and etc. If I need a Blender model, first I load an .fbx copy into the Clip Studio file and position it; then I often have to resize and reposition the characters I've already drawn, and then I grind out all the background lines and tones. Usually shade the characters around this time. This is also the time when I finally fill in miscellaneous stuff I've been dreading; like conlangs, technical details of equipment and props, conlangs, time conversions, and computer screen displays. Then the page is done. And I move on to the next one. Someday, perhaps, I will be done with all of them (so that I can work on the next book). Hope this was insightful. Take a peek at some of the other great artists making online comics, who posted in the #WebcomicsDay tag yesterday. Read Runaway to the Stars over here.

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Hi, I was wondering if I could request a fic?

So where I work irl next door is a beauty salon and it's called Doll and Dash and has a comically large digital clock that you can see from the window when you peek in and has a gurney bed type thing I guess that is used for doing lashes. One of the big things is on a sign in the door it says and I quote "for the safety of our dolls we don't take walk ins" I find this salon to be very creepy

Anywho, I was wondering if you could write about a beauty salon that is a front for whumper to actually turn unsuspecting whumpees into real dolls. Including restraints, gags, non con drugs, and all the whumpy dumpy stuff.

Hi Anon! I would absolutely LOVE to write this for you! I hope I did it justice, here you go!

Dolled Up

Whumpee stepped inside the beauty salon. They had made the appointment about a week ago, and they were hoping the session would give them a confidence boost that, according to Caretaker, they sorely needed. As they opened the door, a bell rang and a beauty tech came to greet them.

“Hello hello, welcome to Dolled Up!” the tech said, smiling brightly, “what’s your name?”

“Whumpee,” Whumpee answered, “am I too early?”

“Whumpee, Whumpee…” the tech searched on their tablet, “ah! I see you right here. No, you’re right on time, come back with me please. Whumper is all ready for you.”

Whumpee shyly followed the tech through a door and into what looked like an operating room. Someone else approached them.

“Welcome, Whumpee,” the person said, “my name is Whumper, and I'll be taking care of you. Won't you sit down?”

Whumper gestured to a padded gurney. Whumpee had never been to a beauty salon before, so they supposed this was normal. They approached the gurney and sat down on it.

“So, um, how does this work?” Whumpee asked.

“Oh it's just as the name implies,” Whumper said, snapping on gloves, “can I offer you a drink? It's on the house.”

Whumper held out a glass of some kind of sparkling drink. Whumpee hesitated.

“It’s non-alcoholic, unless you'd prefer that of course,” Whumper giggled.

“Oh, in that case.” Whumpee took the drink and sipped it, “thank you.”

“You're very welcome, my dear.”

Whumper set about taking facial measurements of Whumpee. Whumpee tried to hold still, but they were getting very tired all of a sudden. They found themselves swaying to the side. Whumper slid a hand behind their back and gently lowered them onto the gurney, repositioning their legs so that they were completely laying down.

“There we go,” Whumper said, “now we can actually get started.”

“Wha…wha did you…?”

“Your eyes are stunning, and your hair is gorgeous, as is your complexion. Your attire however… it needs an overhaul. No doll of mine needs to dress like this.”

Whumpee should be panicking, and they were trying to, but whatever they had just drank was keeping them calm and pliant on the gurney.

“Assistant, please get everything ready,” Whumper said.

The beauty tech- if that was even their profession- nodded and locked the door. They went to a closet in the corner while Whumper started to strap Whumpee down to the gurney. Assistant came back with a tray of various materials and instruments.

“S-stop-" Whumpee pleaded feebly.

“Dolls don't talk,” Whumper said, tapping Whumpee's nose.

Assistant held Whumpee's mouth open while Whumper sprayed some kind of adhesive foam inside. It bonded to every surface of their mouth. Assistant then held their mouth closed while Whumper smeared a strong, clear adhesive over their lips.

“Mm! Mm!”

“Shhh,” Whumper said.

They wheeled Whumpee into the next room. It was a giant walk-in closet, filled to the brim with different clothes and accessories.

“Something to match their eyes,” Whumper said to themselves, looking at all the different racks.

They eventually pulled out a beautiful, lacy blue dress with matching Mary Jane shoes and hosiery. They also grabbed some blue ribbons and little lacy gloves. As they did so, Assistant took Whumpee's body measurements.

“That outfit should be a perfect fit,” Assistant said.

“I know it is,” Whumper said, “get them out of those clothes, won't you?”

Assistant nodded, wheeling Whumpee behind a curtain. They produced a body suit that was perfectly matched their skin tone. They removed the straps keeping them in place, then started to change them into the suit. Whumpee tried to resist, and in their drugged haze they also tried to remove the gag, but they were unsuccessful on both counts.

The suit was adhesive on the inside, the fingers were sewn together, and there was just one single zipper on the back that only someone not wearing it could reach.

“Mmm!” Whumpee vainly tried to pull it off, but it was stuck tight.

“There there, pretty doll,” Assistant cooed, cupping Whumpee's cheek.

Whumper came back and fitted the new clothes onto Whumpee. Everything was somehow perfectly tailored to them.

Assistant applied makeup to their face, even going so far as to put lipstick on over the clear adhesive.

“Now, let's get you in your display case,” Whumper said.

Placing them back on the gurney, Assistant and Whumper took Whumpee down an elevator into an enormous basement. There waiting for them was a large box that looked like the ones old china dolls would come in, only this was big enough for a human to fit inside. In addition, the box had several padded cuffs inside.

Whumper lay Whumpee in the box. Whumpee could barely move enough to try and climb out. Assistant started fixing the padded cuffs to their limbs and torso.

“Mmm…” Whumpee protested.

“I think they're ready,” Assistant said.

“I agree. Let's get them packed up.”

The clear lid of the box was sealed shut. Inside the box there could be heard the gentle hum of a vent. It dispensed both oxygen and more of the drug into Whumpee's system. The box was loaded onto a rolling cart and brought into a storage room. Rows and rows of boxes lined the room, each with a very high price tag. Whumpee’s box was set down next to another “doll’s”.

“Don't worry little doll, we'll find the perfect owner for you,” Whumper said.

That was the last thing Whumpee heard before drifting off completely.

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[booppooo]

heey can i ask for a oneshot abby×female reader (she/her pronouns), #1 from your prompt list with some fluff too 😊😊 (suggestion: the reader and abby are making out softly and it turns into something more and Abby decides to eat her out on the dinner table)

Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner

Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader One-Shot

AN: dear god I'm so sorry this took so long to write, also gonna try to keep this short cuz I have a tendency to drag shit out

Warnings: oral, general gay stuff, drinking, I think my writing style has changed? sorry?

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It started off innocently.

You were lounging on the love seat, watching some weird Japanese cartoon Manny had raved about and drinking a beer. Make that three.

"It's hard keeping up with the captions." You complained, finishing your drink.

"You're telling me." Abby kicked her feet up on the coffee table and sunk further into the couch, not paying mind to the TV. When her arm fell across the back of the couch you took to her side and cuddled against her.

The dull edges of her nails ran along your spine in a comforting rhythm, serenading your deeper into her warm torso. Eventually your felt her fingertips on your skin, not just the pressure through your shirt. The mild buzz of the booze was making your lids especially heavy. However, Abby seemed to have something else in mind when her gruff palms started massaging your hip beneath your sweats. Albeit the sensation and release was soothing, but you knew what her next few steps would be.

"Babe..." she softly grumbled, planting a kiss on the crown of your head, "I'm bored." You hummed lazily in response, purposefully ignoring her digits slyly slipping under the band of your bottoms. But she made sure you couldn't ignore her anymore when she got a hand full of your ass.

"Abby-!" You grumbled against her, "Not tonight, I'm tired."

She started massaging your waist again, "We don't have to do anything crazy, let me do all the work." Somewhere along the lines her other hand had gotten mixed up under your shirt.

You let the thought simmer and juggle around in your mind. On one hand you truly were getting sleepy, but on the other hand...

Abby's tongue.

Speaking of - she had repositioned so she could kiss and lick along your neck, further convincing you to fall in line with her plan. It was proving increasingly difficult to call it a night when she started humming and nipping at your skin. You'd be a liar if you said there wasn't a growing, warm tingle below the belt. So you leaned into her affection, pressing your hips against her meaty thigh as your implicit way of giving her the green light.

She took you in her arms, adjusting your figure so she had easier access to the parts of you she wanted to grace. Her quickly dampening lips made a journey from behind your ear and down your neck, taking full advantage of your low-collared tank. Clearly her drinks had opened a few filters since she didn't bother groaning or even moaning against you as she groped your skin and worked you up - something she was usually hyper aware of.

Pulling away for just a second, she let slip a few words, "Love you babe, gonna make it worth it." In turn your cheeks started to burn an bashful pink. You further leaned into her, readying to give into whatever she had in store for you.

When you sprung up from the couch, and your feet didn't hit the ground, you yelped - especially at the small batch of butterflies lining your stomach. That was until you noticed Abby's arms flexing beneath you and effortlessly carrying you somewhere.

"Where are we going?" You giggled, suddenly going breathless when Abby started working a purple patch beneath your jaw.

Then your backside met a stiff surface, your fingertips quickly identifying it as your small dinner table, "Abby-"

"You look just about good enough to eat."

You knew she felt proud of that one. It was pretty damn clever.

"You're so dumb," you rolled your eyes, counterintuitively wrapping your legs around her waist.

She smiled against your collar bone as her hands slithered your shirt off, "You're dumb. Take this off and lay back."

Now Abby's lips were getting acquainted with your torso, plotting delicate, slippery kisses under your bra and around your belly button. Meanwhile, she had hooked her fingers around the waist of your sweats and started shimming them off your hips, underwear caught up in the mix. The anticipation for you was building, because Abby knew you, and she knew her tongue, so it was a recipe for pleasure. You weren't shameful about your shifty pelvis, sometimes lifting to graze against her as you sighed.

"Relax baby, I'll handle it. I always do." Abby cooed, thumb swiping over the mild hump of your hip bone.

She started at your inner thigh, not afraid to involve her tongue with her loving kisses along your skin. She knew what she was doing - building you up until you almost whined about not getting enough, then she'd swoop in and give you just what you wanted, needed. Her other palm found the underside of your thigh and gave it a home over her broad shoulder, the other soon following. Then her arms hooked around your limbs from below, almost locking your legs flush with her build as to assure no escape. Finally, her eyes locked with what her tongue had been buzzing about since her fingers grazed the fabric of your shirt. There was a familiar shimmer and a heat emanating onto her expression, the scent of sex following and mixing with her hormones in some way she couldn't explain. One thing was sure, she needed to dive in.

First with her tongue of course. Slowly, meticulously taking her time to part your slit until her taste buds found the source of what had made your cunt so glittery. And when she did, the sugary warmth excited her drive, forcing her tongue to travel to your clit. It's arrival was much anticipated because when the slick of her hot tongue made its first swipe against your near throbbing bud, a throaty sigh released from your tight chest. It managed to subside and elicit an ache only she could build and put to rest. Fortunate for you both, she knew just how to do that.

Anytime your hips would jolt or jut her unreal strength would keep you in place so her tongue could swirl just the way it needed to - uninterrupted by your overly excited nervous system. You could feel the accumulation of your slick being smeared grossly all over your cunt via her slippery tongue, only adding to the mess. But this didn't bother you, because Abby was tidy. She was clean and tedious, so this mess in the name of your orgasm was simply part of the process. It was something she enjoyed the most about having your lips against hers...your other lips.

"Goddamn..." a long sigh followed your curse. Your fingers had infiltrated her loose braid and nails were digging into her scalp.

Abby knew she was good. Good enough for you to take hold of her strands and wriggle your hips impossibly closer to her mouth; if she couldn't get closer, she'd get faster. Her sloppy tongue would just get sloppier, quicker, nearly careless. She needed to cover as much area as efficiently as possible because from the way your thighs were tightening and your nails scratched she knew you were close. Excitement sparked in Abby's chest, and she grabbed your hips as if she were cupping your cheeks to more deeply immerse herself.

"Fuck, yeah - just like that." You grumbled, but despite the delivery of your message, you couldn't be anymore enthusiastic.

Your waist grew jumpy, only it didn't make it very far from the table because Abby made sure to keep it in place. Her strength once again was a merit, because she had such a disgustingly hot battle between your soon to be overstimulated clit and her fucking ferocious tongue. Any move in the wrong direction on account of your eagerness could ruin this for both of you. Luckily, your orgasm was a certain reality when the spot in the middle of your pelvis grew fiery, so much so your body took refuge against the table. The sensation was wonderfully identifiable as it spread warmth rapidly across your muscles and nervous system, clearing your brain of all thoughts and forcing provocative moans from your throat.

Between all of this, Abby worked hard to make sure it was indeed worth it. She continued to maneuver her tongue just the way you said to, keeping you steady as the rest of your body tensed and relaxed at once. Eventually she let up on your hips and let your soaked center grind senselessly against her face until your figure grew limp and satisfied, at which time Abby dedicated to gently cleaning up the sticky mess she had worked so hard for.

She was careful to not return to your clit full throttle, only kitten licking when needed and mischievously enjoying the whining from you when she did. Besides that, her work was careful and purposeful until you were free to let her slip your underwear and comfy pants onto your very much tired self.

[just-my-life365]

So I’ve been obsessing over Epic the musical. It makes me wish so much that I had any skill in the animation department because while I love seeing all of the animatics come out, I have such specific images in my head that I want to share.

So since I have no time to learn digital art/animation rn (I say like it’s easy🙄) I’ll just share some stuff here and hope I can describe it properly. So now, please excuse my rambling:

The main thing I’ve been thinking about is the Gods creating little illusion of humans when they’re trying to make a point.

Like in God Games when Athena goes “please reconsider this” I know she’s brought Aphrodite into her quick thought, but I always see her creating a little illusion of Penelope and Telemachus waiting for their family to be whole again. Penelope keeping her strength while dying inside and Telemachus fumbling through keeping her safe from the suitors and taking on tasks that he’s too young and inexperienced to handle. She makes the little illusion of them and drifts them towards Aphrodite, trying to appeal to her sense of love and family. Showing her another mother/wife who is suffering and the child who needs and longs for the guidance of his father. Aphrodites expression softens the slightest bit, wavering at the sight, and that’s when Ares comes in, destroying Athena’s illusion and pulling her into his quick thought.

Another one I have now is in Get in the Water.

“I’ll raise the tides so high, all of Ithaca will die”

I want Poseidon to manipulate the water into a version of Ithaca and force Odysseus to watch is be destroyed. Put him in it, his people drowning around him screaming for him to help just like his crew did.

“I’ll make tidal waves so profound, both your son and your wife will drown”

And it’s Penelope holding baby Telemachus before they’re washed away in a violent wave

“I’ll take your son and gouge his eyes”

It’s Poseidon holding a water construct of Telemachus by the throat and ripping his eyes out. Odysseus’s expression flashes from amazement/longing at the first look of what his son looks like after all these years to horror as Poseidon shows him exactly what he’ll do to his child.

There’s just so much potential to expand on the visual torture Odysseus endures in this. Make him scared to live through all of the horror he’s seeing twice. Make him live in fear that any illusion he experiences is prophesy from the gods just like the one he experienced in The Horse and the Infant when Zeus showed what would happen if he let Astynax live.

I also imagine in Love in Paradise, before Odyssey goes “I don’t belong here, there’s something wrong here. I won’t be drawn to love in paradise,” things get hazy for him. The island and landscape shifts into the most beautiful, ideal paradise (haha) he could ever imaging. His eyes go a little cloudy, he becomes a little drowsy, more complacent as her spell tries to sink in. He has to shake out of it fight to keep his head. I imagine Calypso uses spells like this throughout their time together.

On a lighter note (maybe), Legendary/Little wolf ends/starts with Antinous seated and smug. His smirk falls when Telemachus turns away from him, hoping for a sign. Other suitors shove Telemachus to get his attention again and he stumble, turning back to them, nervous that they’ll all attack him at once. They shove a weapon in his hands. The fight starts with swords and Telemachus once again gets his ass beat. His sword is knocked from his hands. Antinous pulls back to deliver a final (possibly deadly) blow, and that’s when Athena steps in. He pushes back some of the suitors, repositions Telemachus’s stance, enhances his vision and reflexes, and pushes him forward. He uppercuts, Antinous drops his weapon. Telemachus does much better in a fist fight with Athena’s help than with the sword, which he’s never been all that confident with. I see a lot of quick evasion and intention jabs on his part, causing more damage than anyone thought he would. But yes, it does end with the Antinous KO punch and Telemachus retreating, but I like the transition for weapons to fist fight. The fight choreo goes so hard in my head lol

Anyway, these are just a few thoughts. I’ll probably come back with more later, but thanks for letting me share🫶

[hazzyking]

The Snail ( @fanaticsnail ) inspired me to write some One Piece stuff. But I accidentally used my Self insert.

Its easier to write like that TBH.

You can gladly change my S/I to Y/N as long as you enjoy my work 🥰

Idk what's cannon and what's not anymore. But Law is hot to I had to write this. I mean. I guess based on her tattoos yall know what is and isn't cannon

Also nothing is italicized cause I hate Tumblr formatting. But on Google it looks nicer 🤣

Ink.

Aside from the sheer respect he holds for her, Miss Newgate also happens to be the picture of beauty. Her ink tainted skin, exposed to him as he "examines" the Whitebeard cress that stains the tops of her breasts and sternum. "You alright? Law?" Ame asks as her lips brush the shell of his ear.

He shudders as his long fingers trace the purple tattoo on her sternum. "You're covered.” he mutters, as his lips catch the fang tattoo on the right side of her neck, she mewls softly as his stubbled chin scratches her sensitive skin.

"Is that a problem? Sir?" she asks, doing her best to maintain her dominant attitude, but Law is leaving her in shambles as his lips, tongue, and long fingers trace her ink ridden body. He smiles at the sun tattoo that fits perfectly on the space between her hip and ass, knowing full well the only people who ever saw this were the people who got her in this state, his fingers moved down her left leg to cup the back of her knee and hook it onto his hip, he groaned as he repositioned himself inside of her dripping cunt.

“Mm, not at all Little Newgate.” Law let out a horse chuckle, and watched Ame's hand reach out and trace the Ink on his chest. “I admire the love displayed on your skin,” he murmured against her neck as his fingers found Ace written in black letters and cursive on the right side of her hip, the heart shaped flame behind the lettering made his lips curl up into a smile. “I'm so sorry for your loss.” Law whispered, as he kissed up the same side of her neck and jaw.

she shuddered softly at his gentleness. “I appreciate it, But don't bring Ace up when your balls deep inside me… please” Ame chuckled softly, turning her nose to brush against his. Her body was a map of her conquests, maybe he didn't understand all of her subtle references to the vastness of lovers she had taken throughout her life. But he knew each collection of line work and images were made because she fell in love with something so hard, that she had to show it.

“The sun?” He asked, his large hand cupping her ass and causing her to squeak. “That's not from a certain Fishman? No?” He asked, as his lips kissed The tops of her breast, he loved the Whitebeard mark on her chest, it perfectly shaped everything she was and everything she could be, the purple cross literally controlled a room when she wore a low enough shirt, he felt honored He was able to see it in all its glory.

Ame chuckled slightly after a bit of silence, “probably not the one you're thinking of… but yes, that's from a fishman” she said, looking into his brown Eyes.

“Hmm, and this sword behind your ear, I'd recognize that from anywhere… That's Yoru” he muttered as his lips nipped her ear and she let out a shrill gasp. “Where will you put me?” He asked, as his lips trailed her body again, his tongue swirling down the pink bud of her nipples, and his perverted fingers rolling the other one.

“A-ah!” Ame moaned, attempting to speak over the gentle waves of pleasure Law casually washed over her. “Maybe a heart… on my shoulder” she managed.

Law snickered at her answer. “So when I bend you over my desk, I can see how much you love my cock?” Law chuckled lowly. And Ame nodded.

“Or… the back of my knee… right where your hand is… so I can remember how your hands feel” she swallowed, and Law brought his other hand around her throat, his digits gently caressing her skin.

“This… this is nice” he said, admiring his own tattoos on her throat, he shifted inside her once more, his hips dragging out a slow, thrust as she whimpered beneath him. “Oh that's very nice, Miss Newgate.” Her name rolled off his tongue like a lyric, her legs quivered, silently begging for him to drag his cock against her walls once more.

“Law… please… we can talk about tattoos after?” Ame moaned softly, her hands clawing at his shoulders, “If I don't cum, you don't get a piece on my skin” she joked, which caused Law to chuckle.

“If you cum now… i'll never see you again.” He spoke against her lips, Ame whined, still attempting to continue this intimate moment. “I don't want to share you with the rest of the world.” Law muttered, then dragged his hips out again, and snapped them back against hers, she let out another whimper and felt her arousal pooling on her skin, and on the wooden desk below.

“Please Law,” Ame begged as she clawed his tan skin. “I need you so bad.” she shamelessly begged him.

“I wish they could see you now,” Law hummed, trailing kisses down her neck again. “You controlled the room when I first met you, Newgate.” He smiled against her pale flesh… “I could get used to making you melt,” he groaned, as he unwillingly thrust his hips within her again…

“I'm not feeling well, doctor,” Ame chuckled, “I could stay here for further examination.” she smirked.

Law let a dark chuckle rumble in his chest, and his hands pulled her closer. “Oh yes, I'm definitely going to need to keep you overnight for observation.” Law grunted, and started to set a steady pace, rocking his hips against hers. “How does that feel?” he asked between pants.

Ame moaned softly in his ear, as she pressed her exposed chest to his skin, her nipples rubbing against the silver bars that pierced his. “Oh yes,” she cried out “just like that!” She moaned again, Law smirked, as he continued to thrust within her, pulling her leg higher so his cock could comb her deeper. “Fuck, fuck, please don't stop!” Ame begged as she let out short pants.

“Deeper breaths Little Newgate… I want you to last all night,” he grunted as he picked up his pace, causing Ame to scream with pleasure. “That's it Newgate, just like that,” he coached her between his own grunts, and he felt his cock throb inside of her. “I'm close.” he grunted, and maintained his pace.

Ame couldn't speak at this point, she nodded and cried as her orgasm washed over her, and her cunt milked white strings of cum from Law's slender cock, he let out a moan as his hips stuttered against hers, and he road out the end of his orgasm. He pressed his forehead against hers as they both managed to catch their breath. Law held her close, he was determined to keep his cock as warm as possible within her velvet walls. “You're burning up.” Law joked, “I'm definitely going to have to keep you, till the fever subsidies at least.”

[stored-away]

Storage is everything and it can represent everything, the ultimate symbol of our desire to compartmentalize chunks of our existence into meaning . . .

This constant compartmentalization is part of the reason why I struggled so much with my microcosm of an introductory text I was originally assigned and sort of spun my take on without inquiring more on how I should approach it. There are so many themes in our exhibit alone. My mind wanted the certainty of narrowing it down into just one perception, of storage as a story. I was being rather limiting and didn't really elaborate on how and what these stories are. I grasp the silliness of this - I've come to realize storage is an all-encompassing force of our beings that it cannot possibly be limited in just one metaphor.

The themes displayed in the finalized introductory text are representative of the diverse and constantly unfolding stories of our exhibit. They are a reminder that storage holds endless archaic possibility to unite us.

To me, it comes down to intention . . . to make a conscious choice to store something. A set vision to reposit the tangible due to my direct interconnection to that memory, to that object, to the atomic form I wish to hold onto and become one with, even for a moment.

I am very much a nomad (I'm always carrying a bunch of stuff, maybe excessively so. Half of it I definitely don't need.). Once I leave my dorm for the day, I am traveling from location to location. What I store is an extension of myself, the artifacts spilling out of my bag when I'm rummaging to find something is to some degree, an image of me. It makes me feel secure to have my most important belongings on me at all times, even if I'm not going to realistically use it anytime soon . . . like my passport, or a bunch of small trinkets. It is comforting to know it is with me.

Within storage, there is a lot of uncertainty . . . where is this *insert specific object I am emotionally attached to and have in mind* stored? How long will I be able to preserve it? What is the most secure way I can co-exist with what I am storing?

Mitski's album "The Land Is Inhospitable And So Are We" comes to mind. She speaks on the "The Unknowable Known of Love", and the fragility of storage: "when she closes her eyes and thinks about what’s truly hers," she contemplates, "what can’t be repossessed or demolished."

I resonate with her vulnerability. There are many unknowns, like the destructive potential of the sun. Or the mass extinction of technological forms. Yet there is one known in the instrumentation that what is stored is more than likely done so with comfort -- with intention.

And it is this known sense of love sealed with whale oil and stored in a Norweigan forest and angelically guarded by us in technoarcheology (re: Digital Dark Ages) that bring us back, that infinitely resurrect us.

What does storage mean to you?

[arodouma]

quality art isn't expected from my page

[wandaswifeyy]

omg-

natasha x reader, natasha x dom!reader

sub!natasha

warnings: Smut, swearing, degrading, jealous!reader, there’s some plot, yk the good stuff

Nat was beyond bratty behavior; an asshole and you bend her over and fuck her- that’s it (from my phone please bare w me bae) ———

Grabbing your girlfriend by the back of her neck her red hair flowing over your grasp you forced her over the counter of your shared bathroom in a hotel.

You were on a mission and Nat was being beyond a brat- an asshole, showing off at the bar once your mission was completed. Being on this trip for a week gathering information like you were directed, it was a success and this was your last day on the job also being your all-expense-paid hotel. During the week pleasuring your girlfriend couldn’t be your priority though you and her both understood she was used to you showing her more attention so she sought that out on her last day alone with you. Being a complete tease and having you watch her ditz around the club; You let it play out until a tall figure slid behind her at the bar, offered to pay for her drink she declined but he stayed and continued to smile, woo and trying make moves on her, who wouldn’t? But she was yours and yours only. She nervously tried to sneak away from the man without causing a scene or getting you too upset-she knew you were watching that’s why she was even giving this specimen a moment of her time but this wasn’t part of her teasing tonight. Seeing her discomfort you marched your way over to her locking arms dragging her out quicker than you had got to her.

Her forearms hit the surface she grunted at the force of you shoving her whining as soon as your thick strap slid into her with ease becoming more heated than before hearing the beautifully sinful noises that fall from her lips “Shut the fuck up, you’re gonna be loud so they come to find you bent over for me. hmm? or would you like that?” you start to taunt as you set an even pace fucking her cunt she shakes her head and cried “No” almost sounding like a whimper “I think you would” you got closer to her ear “could feel you clenching at the idea” she melted at your ludic taunts “bent over for me like a helpless slut.” you jawed hips snapping into hers relentlessly making up for the strength only you thought you didn’t have about to split her in half. Natasha was choking on moans barely able to keep herself together, she was trying to grip or grasp anything near her getting a hold of the faucet the pleasure making her toes curl and stomach tighten. “Is this how you wanted some other bitch to have you tonight? or is this my needy cunt” she was fraying on the line of submission eager to fulfill whatever you tell her and take whatever you give tears welling up in her eyes before she yelped out “Yours all yours, please!” the room was only audible to her wetness and the way you fucked her listening to her murmurs and pleas for release for a few moments longer before you firmly commanded “Come for me” she was unsure at first accustomed to your torturous but euphoric edging. But when you repositioned yourself behind her hitting at a deeper angle she couldn’t hold then released twitching letting juices trickle down her inner thigh you ran two fingers through her sopping folds before looking up at her in the mirror; her face was flushed and her upper body had giving out letting all her weight rest against the counter. Bringing your two coated digits up to her plump lips from how she was gnawing on them fighting back moans directed her to ‘suck’ saying it light but firm. You were nowhere near finished with her. She licked in between your fingers swirling her tongue throughout to spread them all the way to the base cleaning them.

[gretavangroupie]

Wilt (Chapter 3)

Chapter 2

Wilt Playlist

A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS! THANKS FOR READING!

THIS FIC RELIES HEAVILY ON THE PLAYLIST LINKED ABOVE. TO FULLY UNDERSTAND THE STORY YOU MUST PLAY THE SONGS WHEN YOU SEE THE LYRICS.

WARNINGS: Angst, Smut, 18+ as always.

When you wake up you’re facing Jake’s side of the bed, but there is no Jake. His spot feels cold and the room is now lit by a lamp. You see him in the corner of the room sitting on the floor, quietly packing his things into a suitcase. You lay there watching him, he doesn’t notice that you’re awake yet. The digital clock on the dresser says 10:00 pm. You both must have slept half of the day away after returning from the office. You wonder where he is going since he hasn’t mentioned anything to you. As you watch him he is neatly folding his things as small as possible to fit into the suitcase. He glances up and sees you watching him and smiles.

“Comfy?” He asks.

You realize you are completely wrapped in the big fluffy duvet. 

“Yes, but a little cold. You left me in here.” You say.

“I had to, we leave in the morning and I haven’t packed shit.” He says with a sad look.

“You didn’t tell me…” you say in a sad tone.

“Ah, it’s just for a few days. Wish you could come but we’ll be back quick.” He says with a soft smile.

“I’ve seen this movie… Rockstar beds hot girl, leaves her to go play his guitar around the world never speaking to her again…” you joke.

“Not quite darlin. Not this time.” He says back smirking.

“Where are you going?” You ask.

“Los Angeles, we’ll be there a week.” He replies.

“Oh wow, a week? I am really going to fall behind in my lessons.” You say with a smug grin.

“Oh no you’re not. You’re going to practice and send me videos. Like normal.” He says firmly.

“No, you’ll be too busy for all of that…” You reply.

He stands up and walks over to you, placing a firm kiss on your lips, “Not too busy.” 

“Do you have a show out there or….” You question.

“Yeah we are wrapping up some stuff for the new album during the week, and we have a show Friday night. Should be back Saturday night.” He replies sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“I mean it, you will send me videos, right?” He asks with his hand on your cheek.

“Maybe.” You reply devilishly.

“I’m gonna write you out some chords that I want you to practice while I’m gone. When I get back, if it sounds good, you’ll be rewarded.” He says smugly.

“Oh, what kind of reward?” You ask.

“You know the kind darlin.” He replies before getting up and making his way to the closet. 

He begins grabbing things off hangers and throwing them over his shoulders.

“What time are you leaving in the morning?” You ask.

“Josh said our flight is at 9:00am, so we will probably leave here around 7:00? I don’t know, that man has his own agenda sometimes… I just follow him.” He jokes.

“Yeah he kinda seems like he likes to be in charge…” you laugh.

“You have no idea…” he replies laughing.

He finishes packing his items into the suitcase and wheels it to the front door, before returning back to you. 

“Well now its 10:30 and we are both wide awake. Now what?” You ask.

“Well, the only thing we can do I guess… let’s practice.” He says.

He walks into the music room and grabs two acoustic guitars and brings them back to his bedroom, shutting the door.

He hands one to you and looks at you smirking before walking into his closet. The next thing you know a t-shirt is flying towards your face.  You smile a silent thank you and pull it over your head.

You look down at the shirt and see it says ‘Greta Van Fleet’ and is broken in just right. You can tell it's old.

“Keep it.” He says.

“Really? Are you sure?” You ask.

“I am. Looks good on you.” He replies.

“Now let’s see where we stand, play that song we worked on earlier?” He asks.

You position the guitar in your hands and and right as you are about to play he stops you.

“Wrist, baby. You're too tight.” He says.

You reposition yourself and he nods his head in approval.

You play the first few chords flawlessly and are feeling confident with your progress. You slip up on finger placement and he raises an eyebrow at you slowly, pursing his lips.

“Pretty good. Keep working on it this week. Wanna do another or….” He asks.

“Yes, but play it for me first. You don’t play enough for me…I want to watch you, too.” You say. 

“Alright, you might know this one. This is one of the first ones I learned myself…” he trails off.

He picks up the guitar and starts strumming the intro to ‘Wild Horses’ by The Rolling Stones.

“I do know this one. Will you sing it?” You ask.

“Ahhh I don’t do that much, typically leave it to Josh.” He replies.

You place a hand on his crossed legs, “Please?” You ask.

Blowing out a deep breath, he sings softly with closed eyes feeling each word.

“Graceless lady, you know who I am. You know I can’t let you, slide through my hands. Wild horses, couldn’t drag me away. Wild, wild horses couldn’t drag me away…”

As if he was singing that song straight to your heart, your eyes well with tiny tears. “Jake you have a beautiful voice…” you say with a shaky voice. You never want to forget him like this.

“Ah, I never sing really, but thanks darlin. Don’t tell anyone I did that.” He laughs and his eyes hold yours for a few seconds.

“Alright, you want to learn the intro?” He asks.

“I do.” You reply with a smile. 

Over the next hour you learn the opening chords and strumming pattern for the song. You watch in awe as Jake so patiently teaches you, demonstrating each note on his guitar, then helping you on yours. Again you start to wonder what drew him to you that day, and why he is so graciously helping you learn. As you stare down at your fingers on the strings you feel a soft kiss on your neck. 

“What was that for?” You ask playfully.

“I was just thinking about how I won’t be here this week…and watching you play right now… and you’re just beautiful. I don’t know, I just needed to.” He says shyly.

You lay the guitar down in your lap and turn towards him taking his face in your hands, you place a soft kiss on his lips. “I’ll miss you too.” You say. 

“Let’s take a break, you up for a drink?” He asks.

“Always.” You reply

You slide on a pair of sweatpants that Jake has thrown to you from his chair pile, and you both make your way into the living room. Josh is reading a book by the fireplace and drinking what looks like scotch. Jake pours you both whatever is out on the counter and you graciously accept. 

“Dude, what’s the plan this week? What all do we have going on?” Jake asks Josh, sitting down on the couch. 

Josh looks up from his book and bends the page down, closing it and throwing it on the coffee table. 

“It looks like mostly interviews, and press meetings. We have a photoshoot and the show Friday. I think we have some Christmas shopping activities that Sam orchestrated but other than that…” he trails off shrugging his shoulders. 

“The usual…” Jake replies. “What time are we outta here tomorrow?”

“I’m thinking 7:00?” He replies. “Actually I need to go to bed, I was just out here winding down a little bit.”

“We accidentally slept all day, so now we will be up for a while.” Jake says.

“Great, well can you keep it down, sheesh…” Josh jokes shaking his head. Your face flushing red. “No, I’m just kidding I don’t hear anything, you kids be as loud as you want…anyways, goodnight you two.” He stands up and makes his descent down the hallway and you hear the door shut.

“Do you want to watch a movie or something?” Jake asks.

“Sure, you can pick.” You reply.

You make your way back to his bedroom and crawl back into the bed. He turns out the lights and turns on the tv selecting ‘Baby Driver’. He climbs in next to you and pulls the duvet cover up. He pulls you into his side and you rest your head on his now bare chest. 

You must have dozed off, because the room is now pitch black and you can hear Jake’s deep breathing next to you. Perfectly content in the moment you snuggle back into his side and close your eyes once more knowing you won’t get to do this for a week.

When the morning comes around, Josh is pounding on the bedroom door. 

“JAKE! Time to get up dude…” he calls in a frustrated voice.

“Ugh, I know he’s my twin, but i’m gonna do it this time. I'm gonna kill him. I swear I will…” Jake groans with a tired voice. You roll towards him and kiss his cheek.

“I need to go, so you can get to the airport on time.” You say.

“No, not yet…” he begs.

“Jake, if I stay you’ll be late…” You reply.

“Just a few more minutes…” He says rolling towards you, kissing you softly on the lips. 

You grab his wrists on your face and kiss him back, silently telling him that you’re not going anywhere just yet. 

His hand snakes up under your shirt, resting when it meets your breast. His lips connect with the soft skin of your throat and place wet kisses up and down the goosebumped skin.

Your hand smoothes his hair out of his face and you ask, “one more time before you go?”

“God I was hoping you’d ask.” He says pulling your sweatpants off before his own follow. He rolls over and grabs a condom from his side table and slides it on his impossibly hard morning wood.

Crawling to kneel between you he spreads your legs apart and pushes your shirt up revealing your tits. 

“So fucking gorgeous.” He says as he runs two fingers through your slit, collecting the wetness. He leans over you baring his weight on his right arm. With his left hind he lines himself up with your center and pushes into you. Feeling yourself tighten around him, you let out a small breath filled “Jake…”

His eyes shut as he takes in the sensation. He pulls out before pushing back in slightly farther and repeating the movement a few more times. You grab his other hand that is now resting next to your head, and gently place it on your throat. He stares at you, mouth hanging slightly open and raises his eye brows at you in question as he continues to thrust into you. You nod your head and he applies pressure to his palm and fingers, gripping your throat. As a moan leaves your lips he groans in response. 

“Fuck baby, I don’t know how long I’m gonna last. It's too good. Morning sex is my favorite.” He says.

With a bit more pressure on your throat your face begins to turn red and he lets up a bit.

“You are really pushing your limits huh, baby?” He asks with a deep thrust.

You nod your head and choke out, “harder Jake.”

Like gas to a flame, he begins to pound into you moving his pointer finger to rest inside of your open mouth.

You wrap your lips around it and begin to suck it, swirling your tongue around it and gently biting.

“Goddamn I’m gonna cum, you are such a hot fuck…” He says grunting.

A loud bang on the bedroom door interrupts him, “JAKE, we’ve got 10 minutes to be out this door and arriving at the airport!”

“JOSH, SO HELP ME GOD, IF YOU TOUCH THAT DOOR ONE MORE TIME, ILL END YOU…I WILL BE READY IN 10 MINUTES.” Jake yells.

Shaking his head, he mutters “fuck he’s annoying…”

He leans down and kisses you, his tongue meeting with yours swirling together as he pulls in and out of you. He grabs your leg and places it over his shoulder, with another deep thrust you look into his eyes, “Jake, I’m cumming, please don’t stop.” 

His eyes shut as he pumps deep into you with everything he has. You clench down around him and a scream tears out of your mouth, muffled by Jake’s hand that has come up quickly to cover it as he reaches his release at the same time. “Fuck…” he says out of breath.

Pulling out of you he takes your mouth with his once more biting your bottom lip as he pulls away.  He jumps up and quickly runs to the shower, turning it on, not waiting for it to get hot before he gets in. You stand up and make your way to the bathroom to clean yourself up and get dressed. 

A minute later he is rushing into the bedroom in a towel and digging through his pile of clothes to find something to wear. He pulls on a pair of jeans, a grey t-shirt and flannel. You sit on the end of the bed watching him rush around for another few minutes before he stops right in front of you, squatting down to meet your eyes. 

“Thanks for spending the day with me yesterday, and the night. I like it when you’re here. I wish I wasn't in such a rush.” He says kissing you gently.

He pulls away and runs to the closet to put on a pair of brown suede boots and runs his fingers through his hair in lieu of a brush. 

You get up and make your way to the door and he follows behind. Josh is waiting on the couch with his legs crossed, bobbing his foot impatiently. 

“If you two are quite finished, it's time to go Jacob.” He says in an annoyed curt voice.

Jake rolls his eyes and grabs his suitcase, making his way to Josh's Jeep. You throw your stuff into your car and watch them as the bicker at each other while loading their suitcases. Josh gets into the drivers side of the car and shuts the door. Jake walks over to you.

“See, if I had just left earlier, none of this would have happened…” you say laughing.

“Ahhh he’ll be fine, don’t worry about him. But we do have to go. I will text you.” He says.

You raise your eyebrows at him.

“I will this time. I promise.” He says giving you one last kiss, lips cold from the air. 

“I'll see you in a week darlin, keep practicing…” he says with a serious look, walking away and getting into the car. You get into yours and they pull out of the driveway, you following after, each of you going your separate ways. 

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The first day after Jake left you practiced guitar for about 2 hours. You felt confident with how ‘Yellow’ was sounding and you knew he would too. The second day you practiced Wild Horses for a while focusing on the changing of chords, that Jake had so graciously written down for you to reference. That night you got a text from him for the first time since he had left. 

Jake: How is my student?

You: She’s been practicing, she wants her reward.

Jake: Send me a video? I want to see you.

You grab your guitar and set up your phone, hitting the record button. You begin to play the intro chords to ‘Wild Horses' and a loud snap takes you by surprise. You popped a guitar string. You send it.

You: Well… I guess maybe I’m not getting that reward. 

Your phone rings immediately with Jake’s contact showing up.

“Hello?” You answer.

“Hey darlin… are you okay? It didn’t getcha in the face did it?” He asks.

“No! I didn’t even really know what happened, just… popped.” You reply.

“Good, do you have extra strings? Those older guitars are bad about that.” He says.

“No, I didn’t think I would need them for a while.” You reply.

“Ah, I was going to walk you through changing it but I guess that won’t work.” He says with a pondering voice.

“See I told you I was going to fall behind when you went out of town…” you say laughing.

“Actually, I have an idea…Just go to the house and grab the one you’ve been using there.” He says. 

“Go to your house? Take yours? I don’t know Jake…” you reply.

“Don’t you want your reward?” He asks devilishly.

“I do… but how will I get in? Wont that be weird for you or Josh?” You ask.

“Hold on, i’ll ask him.” You hear the mouthpiece go muffled and the garbled voices of the two of them talking.  “Alright, he’s cool with it…”

“Are you sure Jake?” You ask.

“I am.” He replies. “Call me when you get to the house.”

“Okay, thanks Jake. I owe you.” You say.

“Bye sugar talk soon.” He says hanging up the call.

About an hour later you are pulling into the drive way at their house. Its dark and cold out, a light drizzle of rain misting through. You pick up your phone, hitting Jake’s contact and letting the number ring though. 

“Hey, are you there?” He asks.

“Hi, yep I am here. It’s raining now of course."

“Well, luckily our deadbolt is electronic, I can unlock it for you and re-lock it when you leave.” He says.

You make your way onto the porch and see the keypad blinking, indicating something happening on his end of things. 

“Its blinking.” You say.

“Yep, give it a try. Should be open.” He says.

You push the door open and the house is dark, empty without the constant sound of music from the turntable. 

“Yeah it worked, I’m in.” You reply.

“Good, well I put everything back in the music room before we left. Just take the one you’ve been using and keep it until I can fix your string when I get back.” He says.

“Thanks Jake, I really owe you for this.” You say.

“Ah its nothing darlin, just want you to have something to play while I’m gone. I have to run, but text me when you’re ready to leave and i’ll re-lock the deadbolt. ” He says. 

“I will, thanks Jake.” You say sweetly.

“Of course, bye babe.” He hangs up.

You turn on the lamp in the living room and make your way to the music room. You see all the guitars neatly lining the wall, and find the one you have been using when you’re here. You remove it from its stand and sit down in the comfy leather chair in the corner, strumming the strings. It just doesn’t feel the same without Jake here. You grab the guitar and a case from the closet and walk to the living room. It’s so weird being in his house without him. You hear the rain picking up against the windows and know you need to hurry and get out of here before it gets worse. You turn off the music room light and shut the door, when you notice that a light is on down the hallway in Jake's bathroom. You linger probably a little longer than you should and for some reason you end up making your way over to his bed. You lay down on the fluffy cloud of blankets and pillows and are surrounded by the smell of him. Lightning crashes outside and you make the decision to wait it out and let it pass before you leave. You pull the fluffy duvet over you for warmth, the house cold while they are gone. You snuggle into Jake’s pillow breathing him in. Its dark and rainy and so relaxing. You pull your cellphone from your back pocket and scroll through social media and you fight sleep knowing you will be driving home shortly.

You startle awake and realize the room is brightly lit by sunlight and you panic. You accidentally fell asleep in his bed, for the entire night. You check your phone and see you have a missed call and two texts from Jake.

Jake: All good sugar? Been waiting to hear from you… 

Jake: Call me.

You immediately call him rapidly gathering your things.

“Hello?” He answers groggily.

“Jake I am soooooooo sorry!” You say. “It was raining so hard, I was just going to wait it out, but then there was a light on in your bathroom so I came to turn it off, and its so cold in the house, so I just laid down for one second and…” you continue. 

“But you’re okay?” He asks.

“What? Yeah I am okay…” you reply confused.

“Well I was waiting to hear from you and hours passed and I got a little nervous. I checked the outside camera and saw your car still in the driveway, so I just locked you in around midnight. I figured you just decided to stay.” He says.

“It was not part of the plan, and I’m so sorry, I feel horrible about it. It was an accident I swear.”

“If you miss me you can just say it darlin…” he says smugly.

“I mean, it was a little lonely in your bed last night…” you say playing into his game.

“Oh, so you slept in my bed, huh?” He asks.

“I did, right on your pillow too…” you reply.

“Miss me so much you sneak into my bed when I’m gone? Damn girl you’ve got it bad, don’t you?” He says. 

He definitely has a way of unintentionally stinging you with his words, sometimes. 

“No.” You lie.

“Liar.” He retorts quickly.

“I… It was an accident, I….” You stammer before he cuts you off.

“Relax, Im just fuckin with you. It’s cute you slept in my bed and for the record I’ve got it bad for you too.” He says, the shame instantly disappearing.

“Well, I’m about to head out right now, so lock the door in about 2 minutes.” You say.

“You got the guitar, right?” He asks.

“Yep, all packed up, ready to go.” You reply.

“Alright sugar, well text me later?” He asks.

“Sure.” You reply “Bye Jake.” 

“Bye shug.” He replies, end call ending. 

You shut the front door behind you and you hear the lock click the light flashes indicating that its locked. 

You make your way home with the guitar and kick yourself for being stupid enough to fall asleep at his house.

You: Made it home this time.

Jake: Too bad, I kind of liked thinking about you in my bed.

You: It’s not the same without you…

Jake: Few more days.

The next few days do go by fairly quickly between work and practicing the guitar in your free time. You talk to your family about coming home for Christmas in a few days and make a solid plan. You’re so excited, you haven’t seen them in months since you moved. You have been sending Jake videos daily, at his request. He has texted a few other times but you know he is busy. You are anxiously awaiting his return, ready to show him how much you have been practicing. The night before he is set to come you are up late wrapping Christmas presents for your family, and you hear your phone ringing in your purse. You dig around for it as it vibrates. Grabbing it, you smile when you see Jake’s name. 

“Hello?” You answer.

“Hi gorgeous.” He says. 

“Hi… it’s late? Thinking of me?” You ask smugly.

“Always. We get back tomorrow evening…” he says.

“I know, are you ready to come home?” You ask.

“Yeah I am, we will be home for a few days before we head home for Christmas.” He says.

“Yeah I was just talking to my family about coming home. Im excited to see them. What about you, are you excited to go see your parents?” You ask.

“Yeah, I like going home its nice to get away sometimes. Anyways, you’re going to come over tomorrow, right? I can fix your guitar?” He asks.

“I can? Is this you asking me?” You say sarcastically.

“I mean kinda, yeah. If you don’t wanna see me….” He leads.

“Oh stop it, Jake. You know I do.” You reply.

“Yeah, I wanna see you too. Need to see if you practiced. Time to make good on my promise beautiful, and I fully intend to.” He says seductively.

“But what if it sounds bad?” You ask in an innocent voice.

“Well, then….you might get in trouble. I mean, you did pop a string. That is pretty worthy of a punishment if you ask me…” he says.

“So I’ll either be rewarded or punished?” You ask.

“Or both sugar, yet to be decided.” He says firmly. “We get in around 7:00 so come over around 8:00? What do ya think?” He asks. 

“Sounds like a plan…” you reply.

“Goodnight…” he says.

“Night Jake.” You reply hanging up the phone and smiling knowing you will get to see him tomorrow.

The morning comes quickly, anxiety filling your chest as you pace around your bedroom waiting for the clock to move. You have kept yourself busy most of the day, cleaning and packing for your trip home in a few days. Your phone buzzes in your back pocket. 

Jake: Change of plans… pick me up at 7:20?

That’s in an hour…you rush to the bathroom to start getting ready, and you reply.

You: Sure, see you then.

You listen to your favorite playlist on the way to the airport, full of your favorite songs that you can scream at the top of your lungs. The ones that you know every word to. As your car pulls into the baggage claim pick up area, you pull into an empty space, and text Jake that you’re here waiting. He replies that he is waiting for his bag and will come find you.

A few minutes later you see the perfectly disheveled rockstar walking through the sliding glass doors. The anxiety making its presence known once again. You shove it down as you lock eyes through the car windshield and you both smile. He throws his suitcase in your trunk, and climbs into the passenger seat. 

“Miss me, doll?” He asks rubbing his fingertips up your arm. Goosebumps quickly trailing his fingers. 

“Maybe?” You say cheekily. 

“Thanks for picking me up, Josh is meeting up with someone for dinner and wouldn’t take me home first.” He says.

“I don’t mind…” you reply with a smirk.

“But that means we will have the whole house to ourselves for a bit.”He says.

“Oh, what makes you think I’m staying and not just dropping you off?” You ask playfully.

“The bag in the backseat. And your guitar case.” He replies laughing. “I also know you’re dying to sleep in my bed, could hardly go one night without….” He says with a smug grin.

“Hey, that was an accident!” You say as you pull out into traffic and he sits there smiling to himself. 

“I’m turning on music now so you can’t make fun of me anymore.” You state.

As you merge onto the interstate you hear the opening line to “All These Things That I’ve Done” by The Killers start to play and you dramatically start to sing along really putting on a performance for Jake.

“I wanna stand up, I wanna let go, you know, you know, no you don’t, you don’t. I wanna shine on in the hearts of men, I want a meaning from the back of my broken hand….”

Jake turns to you with a huge smile, encouraging you to keep going, so you do.

“You know you gotta help me out, yeah, oh don’t you put me on the back burner….”

Adding hand gestures elicits a giggle from the passenger seat.

“I love this song, I will play it one day, when I am good enough for an electric.” You say.

Jake nodding his head slowly with the beat, agreeing.

“You can play it for me…” You say.

“Maybe…” he replies shrugging his shoulders as you keep singing.

“Yeah, you know you gotta help me out, yeah, oh don’t you put me on the back burner, you’re gonna bring yourself down….”

As the last line of the song comes to a close you laugh at the fact that you just did that whole performance for him, which is usually reserved for your empty car only.

“Bravo!” He says laughing.

“I completely understand if you never speak to me again.” you say with a smile.

“Actually, it’s quite the opposite.” He says placing his hand on yours with a side smile.

You quietly sing along with a few more songs before you are pulling into his drive way. 

You help him collect his things and you grab his guitar you’ve been borrowing from your car and he unlocks his front door with the code. 

“Damn this house is cold, now I don’t blame you for getting in my bed.” He says jokingly.

“I told you!” You reply.

He rolls his suitcase to his bedroom, depositing his wallet and phone on his dresser. He turns on a lamp and pulls a hoodie out of his closet, throwing it your way. Its the same one you wore the first night you stayed here.

He walks over to the thermostat and turns the heat on. “I guess we are just going to have to find another way to get warm…”  He says running his tongue across his top teeth.

You approach him wrapping your arms around his neck, and his hands find your hips. He pulls you in closer, his lips bending to yours for a kiss stopping right before they touch “But….think we made a deal.” He whispers into your lips before spinning you around and pushing you towards the music room. 

“I see my guitar, Where is your guitar? He asks.

“In my car.” You reply.

“Ah, strike one beautiful, never leave your equipment in the car.” He says, smacking your ass. “Go get it. Quick.” He quips.

You rush out to your car in the cold and grab the case from the back seat. You bring it inside and shut the door behind you walking back into the music room. 

Jake takes it from your hands and open the case pulling out the wounded instrument. “Snapped your E huh?” He asks pulling a drawer open from his desk. He sorts through a few packages and selects one, opening it and pulling out a bundle of new strings. 

“Grab mine and show me what you’ve practiced.” He says curtly.

He begins taking all of the strings off of your guitar, and does it so quickly and efficiently you can tell he has done this hundreds of times. 

You start off with playing the first song he ever taught you, the one that has a name and words, but that he won’t tell you. You play through it quickly, Jake nodding his head in approval. 

“Yellow next shug” he says, halfway done with your strings.

As you play, you slip up at the end, the same part you have been struggling with.

“Mmm, that’s strike two, darlin. It’s not looking good…” he says devilishly. “Play it again, do it right.” He says.

You play it again focusing harder on that section and you get it right this time.

“Horses?” He asks. “I know you’ve only been playing it for a week so i’ll go easy on you.”

You play through the song perfectly, with no issues and you are wearing a beaming smile when it’s over. You place his guitar leaning up against the chair and shake out your hands. 

“Damn, good job darlin, I’m impressed. Maybe you do deserve that reward after all.” He says handing you your guitar with fresh new strings. “I’ll tune it later, just remind me…” he trails off. 

“So, what is my reward then? I did what you asked…” you say in a flirty tone.

“You did, and you will be rewarded for that shortly. But first let’s talk about your indiscretions…” he says in a darker voice grabbing your hand and pulling you to straddle his lap. “Firstly, snapping your guitar string? Tsk tsk. Do you think this is what I want to do when I come home from playing guitar all week, baby? That is your first strike. I want you to count with me.” He says, his hands resting on your thighs. 

"one?" you squeak out.

“Second, I am kind enough to offer you a guitar from my own personal home collection, grant you entry into my home and then you go MIA? That could have been dangerous, you know? For all I know you were robbing me blind half way across the country….only to find out you were sleeping in my bed without my permission…strike two.”  he says with a smirk, shaking his head. “Two.” You say, shyly, face growing crimson red. 

“Last, leaving your instrument in the car, in in this town? In these temperatures?…. I thought I taught you better than that. I should stop teaching you for that alone… strike three.” He finishes, hands migrating closer to the edge of your shirt.

“Three.” You say seductively, just wanting to feel him touch you.

“I can tell you want me to touch you darlin. You have that look in your eyes and I will. But not until we reconcile these matters.” He says removing his hands. “And I know just what I have in mind.”

He helps you up leading you back to his bedroom. The house is starting to warm up, so you remove the hoodie. 

“Keep going darlin, all of it.” He says pointing you up and down as he removes his shirt and his jeans.

You follow suit, stripping down to your bra and underwear. 

“I said all of it.” He demands and you comply.

“I’m cold, Jake.” You say.

“Don’t worry babe, not for much longer.” He says gesturing that you can get into his bed. 

You crawl in and pull the blankets over yourself trying to warm up. Jake is not too far behind you. He holds you for a minute, your bodies using each other for warmth almost reminding you of the first time you slept in this bed together.

He rubs his hand over your bare stomach and makes his way to your breasts, gently rubbing them feeling your hard nipples under his palms. Finally after what feels like weeks his lips take yours into a slow and gentle kiss, electricity pulsing through your veins once again. The calm before the storm. 

He pulls away “Are you ready for your punishment, darlin?” He asks.

You nod your head yes.

“Words, beautiful.” He says sternly.

“Yes, I’m ready.” You reply.

He pulls the duvet off both of you pushing it to the edge of the bed crawling between you legs and spreading them. 

“Remember, this is your punishment and you can scream as loud as you want, no one is coming to save you…” he says.

His fingers gently graze the outside of your slit feeling the warmth, before one finger slides down the center. 

“You are absolutely dripping for me baby, you really did miss me didn’t you?” He says smugly. 

His head lowers down to your core and his mouth makes the connection. A moan releasing from you at the gratification of his touch. As his tongue begins to swirl around your opening, his teeth begin to softly nip at your clit. Another scream leaving your lips. You feel a finger slide into you and then another, curling into your g spot. After not having him for a week, you feel your orgasm beginning to build quickly. “Jake, I’m getting close.” You moan. Just as you say it his mouth and fingers leave your body. “Not yet, darlin.” He says. Realization sets in, he's going to edge you as punishment.

“Jake, please.” You beg. He takes his boxers off and strokes himself as you watch. 

“God Jake, please, I want you so bad.” You beg.

“Keep begging darlin, Its not gonna get you anywhere but I love to hear my name outta that pretty mouth.” He replies.

He moves back to kneeling between your legs, his fingers returning to their place inside of you and his lips perfectly suctioning to your clit, you cry out “Please don’t stop please let me cum…” 

His lips detach from your clit and move to press wet kisses on your groin. His perfectly calloused fingers taking their place. Rubbing small circles repeatedly on the sensitive bundle of nerves you are so close to the edge. “Jake keep going… please don’t stop.” You cry out. He stops once again. A tear leaves your eye, “Jake, why!?” 

“Look at you, you’re so gorgeous with you perfect went cunt. Begging me to let you cum. Crying over it even. I think I just might let you.” He says.

He grabs a condom, and goes to open it but you stop him.

“No condom, I want you.” You say.

“Have to baby…” he says in a serious questioning voice.

“I have an IUD...” you reply. 

“And you’re just now telling me?” He asks, throwing the condom on the table.

“You never asked…” you reply, grabbing his dick. “Now fuck me. I want my reward.”

Placing his tip in your wet center, he pushes in. The warmth you feel from no barrier making it even more pleasurable than usual. 

“Jesus Christ, you feel even better like this…” He says slowly pulling out before pushing back in. He lifts your leg pushing your knee into your chest, granting him deeper access. A moan leaves your mouth as he begins to pound into you. “Jake, god, you feel so good inside of me.” You praise his efforts again and again as he hits that spot every single time. He pulls out of you and flips you over to your front, placing a pillow underneath your pelvis before re-entering you. This is a new position for you, the slight lift from the pillow causing him to slip right into that perfect spot. “Fuck, you’re so tight. God damn I am gonna cum so hard.” He grunts out between thrusts. 

“Jake, you’re so hot when you talk to me like that, please keep going...” You say as you continue to be pounded into from behind.

“You like it? You like it when I tell you that you’re a hot little fuck? You like it when I fuck this pussy so good like this?" he says.

He places his hands on your shoulders, and begins to pull you back to meet him on the upward thrust, your bodies slapping together echoing through the house. You hear his necklace gently tapping his chest with each movement. 

“Jake, I’m gonna cum, please don’t stop, please let me cum I want it so bad, I need it…” you beg.

“I’m gonna cum too baby, do you want me to pull out…” he asks urgently. 

“No Jake, cum inside me… please…” you reply

He hits your sweet spot once more and your orgasm is so intense from being edged all night that you scream into his pillow, tightening around him. The clenching of your walls around his dick sends him rippling through his own orgasm, his release spurting into you until he is panting and out of breath lying on your back. 

Pulling out of you, a little bit of his release comes with it, another groan of “fuck” leaving his mouth as he walks to the bathroom to get a towel.

“As much as I would love to just sit here and stare at this gorgeous ass of yours, we need to get cleaned up, Josh will probably be back soon." he says throwing you the towel.

You get up and make your way to the bathroom and run a shower, turning the water as warm as it will go. You step in and under the spray, the hot water warming up your cold skin. You close your eyes and let the water saturate your hair. When you open your eyes you are greeted with the sight of Jake leaning against the edge of the shower admiring you. 

“Coming in or you just wanna stand there?” You tease.

He smiles stepping into the spray. 

“Damn girl, giving satan a run for his money in here….” He says complaining about how hot the water is. You turn it down a bit and step over so he can get his hair wet. He is so gorgeous, you still aren’t sure how you were able to capture his attention that day. You watch the water droplets run down his neck, meeting his collarbone and running down his stomach before melding with the hair at his happy trail. 

“Hey” he says pulling you in to his chest. “You are doing so well, I am so proud of you. You get better every time I see you.You just have to keep practicing.” He says lovingly. 

You smile back at him, “Thanks Jake, I have a great teacher.” You say leaning in planting a wet, kiss on his lips, biting his lip. You step back, grabbing his body wash, lathering the gel all over your body, while staring right into his eyes. You run your hands slowly over your boobs making sure to exaggerate your movements.

“Do you want me to fuck you right here in this shower?” He asks playfully.

“Mmmm, maybe one day.” You reply.

You rinse your body off, and step out, leaving him under the spray. 

You grab a t-shirt and a pair of his sweatpants from the closet and brush through your hair with the brush in you keep in your purse and you sit cross legged on the end of the bed. 

He steps out of the bathroom in a towel, looking to his trusty chair of clothes, which is slowly depleting. He pulls out a shirt and sweat shorts, pulling them over his half dried body before running the towel through his hair. He hangs the towel in his bathroom and shuts the door.

“Night cap?” He asks and you nod your head yes, standing up from the bed and walking out the door. 

Jake pours you both a glass of whiskey and you sit on the couch, facing each other from opposite ends, legs stretched out twisted together. You talk about his trip, what you did while he was gone, and about Christmas plans.

He will be leaving the day after tomorrow to go home to Michigan, and you leave the day after that to go home to your family. You jump up to go to the bathroom, and you hear Josh walk through the door. 

“Hello, brother. Where is your girlfriend?” He says cheerfully hanging his coat on the hook, and placing his keys on the record table.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” He responds. You aren’t sure why, but that makes you sad a little. You know you’ve never talked about it, but you felt like things were close. Pretending you didn’t hear it you walk back to the couch and take the same place you were in.

“Hi Josh, glad you made it back okay!” You reply.

“That we did, having a little night cap? Care if I join?” He asks.

“Not at all!” You say.

Walking to the kitchen he pours himself a glass and joins you both in his chair by the couch.

“What did you guys do this evening?” He asks.

“Each other…” Jake says under his breath.

“Jake!” You kick him gently with your foot.

“Well, he restrung my guitar for me since I popped a string while you were gone, and we played a few songs.” You reply to his question.

He smiles at you and continues on telling you about his evening. 

“Jake was just telling me about Frankenmuth at Christmas time.” You say.

“Oh it’s beautiful, very picturesque, you’ll have to see it one day.” He says, receiving a glare from Jake. 

Wow his real feelings towards you are showing tonight, you aren’t sure how to take it so again you change the subject. 

“Have you bought everyone gifts already, or do you still have shopping to do?” You ask Josh.

“Surprisingly, I got a lot of shopping done in LA. What about you Jake?” he asks.

“I have one thing left to get and then I am done for the year.” He jokes.

“I finished and wrapped all of mine last week, so now I am just in relaxation mode until my trip.” You say confidently.

“Go girl!” Josh says laughing.

You continue to chat with each other for a while longer before Josh retires to his bedroom. 

“Jake I am tired too, do you want me to stay or go?” You ask.

“What kind of question is that…of course I want you to stay. Why would you ask that?” He asks.

“I don’t know I was getting weird vibes from you tonight after Josh got home.” You say.

“Oh, I’m sorry darlin, I didn’t mean to. Come on, let’s go to bed.” He says interlacing his fingers with yours, pulling you up from the couch and down the hallway. 

When you make it to his room he turns the lamp off and you both crawl into the inviting bed. 

“Which side did you sleep on the other night?” He asks.

“Yours.” You reply.

“Why?” He asks, pulling you into his side.

“Smelled like you. I missed you.” You say softly.

A kiss grazes the top of your head. “You’re perfect you know that?” He asks.

You snuggle into the side of his neck placing a soft kiss on the warm skin. 

“Can’t believe I only get you for another day before I have to leave again.” He says.

“Well, I’m sure you have family, friends, and others to keep you company while you’re there.” You reply into his chest. Your fingers trace the outlines of the design on his necklace.

“Others… what do you mean others?” He asks turning his head towards you.

“Well, girls from high school or wherever. Im sure they all fawn over you whenever you go home.” You say.

“Are you... jealous darlin?” He asks.

“No, I mean you said it your self, Im not your girlfriend, we are just…. whatever this is.” You say quietly.

“You heard that? Fuck, baby. No, listen. I want that. I do, I just haven’t asked you yet and I didn’t want to just assume. Don’t be jealous of those girls. Of anyone actually. All I think about is you. You’re here, no one else.” He says.

“Jake, I wasn’t trying to say… I didn’t mean that I… ugh I don’t know what i’m trying to say. I just really like you. I like this.” You reply.

“Then just say, yes.” He says. “I really like you too. Be my girlfriend?” He says.

“Are you sure you want that Jake?” You ask again.

“Of course I do, you’re gorgeous and smart, and soon you’re gonna kick my ass at guitar… You’re already with me all the time. Let’s make it official.” He says.

“Okay.” You say kissing his chest. 

He pulls you closer in to him, his leg wrapping around your waist and kisses you, deeply, then peppering your face with small kisses.

“I've wanted this for weeks.” He says.

“You’ve only known me for like, 3 weeks Jake.” You laugh.

“I know. I just knew.” He says kissing you again.

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You and Jake spend next day together, you helping him pack to go home for Christmas, cooking with Josh and Sam and playing drinking games around the fireplace.

Jake left for Michigan, sad that you couldn’t join him, but the promise of next time lingering in the air. You leave tomorrow to head home to the snowy wonderland to see your family. 

You are at home watching White Christmas drinking hot chocolate under your favorite fluffy blanket and you hear a knock at your door opening it to see a delivery driver with a huge box. “Hi, I have a delivery…. Is this you?” He says showing you the signature pad.

“Yes that’s me? Who is this from?” You ask.

“Actually it doesn’t say, maybe there is a note inside?” He says, “Can you please sign here?” He asks.

You scribble your name on the electronic pen pad and he is gone in a flash. 

You pick up the long skinny box and drag it through the door. What in the world is this?

You grab your kitchen scissors and cut the tape, opening it up and pulling out the packing materials.

There is a card on top of the hard case. Opening the card the front of the card reads, ‘Carter Vintage Exchange’. The place you met Jake. Smiling you open the card, and inside it reads,

'You were never more beautiful than in this moment, and you were always good enough. ' 

Merry Christmas, Love Jake 

Unlocking the case you open it up to find a beautiful Olive green Fender Stratocaster with a red bow tied gently around the neck. An electric guitar, that he selected just for you. You think back to the other day when you told him that you wanted to get one when you were good enough and your heart swells as you read the card again. As you take it out of the case you see that there is a sheet of folder paper laying underneath it the guitar. Picking up the folded paper, you open air and you read the title. ‘All These Things That I’ve Done’ Official Tabs. 

He remembered.

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hello!! could you please write elinor fairmont x fem reader? hope you have a nice day :)

More Locations Than Pages

Pairing: Elinor Fairmont x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1777 words

Warnings: FIRST KILL SPOILERS!! Fight description

Author's Note: This definitely could've been better, sorry anon :(. I used way too many time breaks. Anyways, thank you so much for the request! I hope you have a good day too!!

University was stressful — every single part of it. Even though you were in your sophomore year, the homesickness and constant pressure to succeed were still both as bad as they were freshman year. You valued the independence you received as a result of going to an out-of-state university and living in a dorm all alone, but there’s nothing you missed more than having your parents to go to when things got too stressful. You definitely didn’t adjust to that change during your first year here, and based on how you’ve been feeling recently, you probably won’t adjust to it during your second year, either. This university lifestyle was what you predicted to be amazing for your wellbeing, but it seems to be the complete opposite.

Your parents putting you under the impression that your grades were the only thing that mattered about you is the main reason university has been so difficult for you. Even after being moved out of their home for two years, the mindset they pushed on you for your entire life was obviously still very prevalent. The thoughts became so familiar to the point where you'd probably feel worse without them. There's a huge chance that your grades would decline, too. If your mind isn't constantly degrading you for every point you get off on an assignment, or telling you that you can put off your needs for a bit since you need to study, would your grades even be above a C-? If you gave up the rigid and intense habits after years of practicing them, what will that mean for your future? While abstaining from that lifestyle would give you answers to those questions, you simply don't feel ready to — at the moment, at least.

You stared at the empty document on your screen. What was supposed to be the first page of a paper with a seven-page minimum was nothing but a piece of digital printer paper that's been sitting in a printer for three weeks. Yep, you've had the last three weeks to write this entire paper. Sadly, for you, the paper was due tomorrow morning. It was currently 11pm, meaning you had twelve hours to write seven pages, which was absolutely impossible for you. You sigh and place your head onto your folded arms that rested on your desk. Your tired eyes glued themselves to the wood of the desk that lies right before them. The heaviness of your eyelids is quickly lifted at the sound of your phone going off. You raise your head from your arms and grab your phone. You reposition yourself into a less lazy seating position as you read and exchange messages with your girlfriend, Elinor Fairmont, or as you call her, Ellie.

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hey can you come over to my place? it's urgent

sure, i'll bike over. see you in 5

love you. stay safe!

love you too!!

———

You grin as you turn off your laptop. Grabbing your mini backpack from the spot on the floor next to your desk, you stuff your laptop and its charger into it. You zip the top zipper closed and toss both the straps onto your shoulders. You approach the door of your dorm, open it, and lock it the moment you get out of the doorway. You make your way through the empty hallway, humming to the tune of a song that's been stuck in your head as you do so. Once you finally reach the exit, you push the door open and walk straight to the bike rack that rests next to your dorm building. You grab a key down from your pocket and unlock your bike. You walk it away from the rack and hop on the seat. You then start your route to Elinor's house, a route that's practically engraved in your head.

*****

You knock on the door of your girlfriend's house, laying with the straps on your backpack as you wait. You watch as Elinor runs down the staircase and towards the door. She grabs the doorknob and pulls the door open, waving you inside. The look on her face and her fast paced body language alarm you, as the reason she invited you over must've truly been urgent. She walks you up the staircase and pulls you by the wrist into her bedroom, seating you on the bed next to her.

"What's wrong? You seem to... panicked." You ask, concern starting to fill the newly-formed pit in your stomach.

"You're going to hate me." Elinor sighs, a worried smile plastering onto her face.

"I could never hate you, pretty. Just please tell me what's wrong so I can try to help."

You weren't lying. Ellie was perfect in your eyes, and there was truly nothing that could change that. You'd loved her for only a year and a half, but it felt like longer. The memories you two shared were similar to ones of true soulmates — which is where it seemed you and Ellie's relationship stood. You took your backpack off and placed it on the floor next to your feet, not breaking eye contact with Elinor as you waited for her to answer.

"It's a long story, but, basically, I got in a fight with these two guys and one of them tried to stab me but actually ended up stabbing the other guy. Juliette found my lipstick at the scene so she thinks I was the one who stabbed the guy. She stole my storage unit key and now she's with our distant brother Oliver and his girlfriend doing God knows what."

Her entire statement broke your heart. Knowing that she had gotten in a fight with two guys without you there to make sure she was alright was nauseating. The last thing you would want for Ellie is for her to get injured, or, in this case, actually stabbed. You couldn't imagine finding out the news, or even worse, watching her die. You felt one of your eyes fill with tears, which you quickly blinked away.

You and Juliette had always been on pretty good terms. Though you two didn't talk much, your shared conversations about dating girls were always enjoyable. That said, the attempt she was making to ruin Elinor's life with a murder accusation turned you away from her instantly. You couldn't believe that your girlfriend's own sister would do something like this. In fact, this whole situation was unbelieveable.

"Do you think Juliette and your brother will call the cops or something?"

"God I hope not." Elinor replies, plopping down onto the pillowed end of her bed as if she was getting ready to sleep.

"Do you want to get some sleep?" You ask the blonde, following her footsteps in laying down.

After seeing her nod sleepily, you pull the duvet over your two bodies. You bring Elinor closer to you, her head burrowing into your neck. You rub her back slowly, as you two doze off, cuddled against eachother.

*****

What sounded like hundreds of police sirens outside of the Fairmont house woke you up from your sleep. You blink a few times to adjust to the light before slowly removing our arms from Elinor's embrace. You get up from the bed and look out the window, seeing only the edges of red and blue blinking lights. You run back to the bed and stand by Elinor. You bend your knees a bit to get on her level before shaking her body lightly and whisper-shouting at her to wake up. It takes you about five shakes until her eyes started to open. You let go of her for a moment so she could wake up. Once she started to sit up, you pointed at the window as a way of silently showing her what was going on.

"We have to get out of here." You say, reaching your hand out for the tired girl to grab. She obliges and uses it to pull herself from her bed. She walked you both towards the window and let go of of your hand to open said window.

"Hop out, slide down the roof, and meet me down there.. we can run into town and hide, it's just down that hill over there." Elinor cried, the panic starting to settle into the two of you.

You nod at her and wiggle your way through the window frame, falling onto the slanted roof shortly after. You then slide down the roof and onto the grass, your back being the first and only part of your body to take impact. You sigh at the pain as you get up to stretch and wait for Elinor to follow you. You see the girl nervously make her way out of the house right after you. You back away a bit and watch as she slides down the roof and onto the ground where you stand. You reach both of your hands out for her to use to help her get up. You give her a quick peck on the lips before grabbing her hand and guiding the two of you towards the glowing lights of the city.

*****

After what felt like the two of you had run three marathons to get to the city, you rested on a bench to catch your breath. Elinor's head rested on your shoulder as your synced breathing began to slow down and return to a normal pace, similar to your heart rates. The tranquil silence you two had shared for who knows how long helped with your bodies going back to relaxation. Your minds have both slowed down too. The raging thoughts became less speedy and it was easier to come up with an escape plan.

"Do you, um, want to go get a room at that hotel down the street?" You asked your resting girlfriend.

"Sure, can you carry me, though?"

"The things I do for you." You roll your eyes and wrap your arms around your girlfriend to pick her up. You stand up and readjust so you can carry her bridal style. Before you start walking, Elinor pulls you in for a kiss that was well needed for both of you. You stay kissing for just a few moments before she pulls away. You stare into her eyes before pulling her into another kiss.

"That's the suspect!" A man's voice calls out. "In that woman's arms!"

You and Ellie pull away and look at the cops then back at each other. You start running down the streets of Savannah, Georgia with your criminal girlfriend in your arms and a seven-page paper you hadn't even started.

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𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟/𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜 - 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣, 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝟜

✰warnings: mentions of pregnancy ✎a/n: ok mod josie here and im going to be completely honest.. this is the first actual smut ive ever written and i didnt proof read it because im embarrassed and im not happy with how it turned out PLEASE be gentle with me im very scared also more under the cut

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The bedroom is hazy, fuzzy. It’s almost as if it’s clouded your vision, the heat from both of your bodies overwhelming and contributing to the change in atmosphere. Iwaizumi’s hands are finding every part of your body, sliding down slowly to your supple thighs just to give them a quick squeeze and travel back up towards your neck, where he lingers for a moment before deciding tonight isn’t the night, not for choking, at least.

No, tonight he’s going to get you pregnant, and he at least wants it to be special. He’s already prepared for the aftercare, going out of his way to make sure you have to do as little as possible while you fucks you senseless and stuffs you full with his cum time and time again so that there’s no possible chance of not getting it on the first try

You’ve only just gotten home a few moments ago, still fully dressed and yet already a shaking mess beneath him, a devilish glint in his eyes that suits his smirk all too well, satisfied with your wide eyed anticipation that you always seem to reward him with before you’ve even begun. It really gets him going. There are no words, but only an intimacy that leaves you feeling completely overheated and yet as if your whole body is relaxed, even despite knowing that he’ll have you in a mating press before too long; you know from experience it’s worth the aching joints, though. 

He ghosts his fingertips along the curve of your breast under your buttoned shirt, laughing to himself and retreating his touch when you lean into him, begging for him to finally do something, anything.

“Please-”

“Please what?”. He cuts you off, grinning, looking down at you with what could almost be interpreted as malice, but you know him better than that. You know it’s just an act for him, he only does this because you enjoy it so much.

“Aren’t you gonna stop fucking teasing me, Haji?”.

He huffs, thinking to himself for a moment before pressing you backward onto the sheets so you’re lying down, and places soft open mouthed kisses along your jawline all the way down to your collarbones, carefully undoing the first few buttons in doing so. “You’re so impatient, you know that?”, he whispers against your skin, and the hotness of his breath is arousing. He notices the way your heart thumps within your chest against his lips and laughs to himself yet again.

“It’s only been a few moments, and I bet you’re already soaked for me, aren’t you? I bet you were thinking about this all day.. Coming home and letting your man fuck you so good, put his baby right in you…”. Iwaizumi’s hands finally travel back down your body, grazing across your thighs and gently prodding at your clothed cunt, rubbing light circles into your work pants until he can feel them dampening beneath his touch, to which he immediately stops, only to run his thumb over your lips so you part them for him and force his now scented fingers into your mouth while the other hand softly caresses your cheek, tucking stray hairs behind your ear. 

“I knew it. It doesn’t take much for you, does it, baby?”. Hesitantly, you nod, careful not to accidentally bite his fingers in the process, although he’s much gentler in his ministries than usual. With his tapping against your cheek, you know to let his digits go, and a trail of saliva is left running down your chin, and a cold chill runs down your spine despite the heat consuming your body.

Before you know it, he’s discarded your shirt and left you topless save for your bra, although it’s not long before he’s made quick work of it, too, and your torso is completely exposed before him. It’s a little unfair given that he’s still fully dressed, but you know it won’t be long before he gives in and strips down to nothing. A calloused hand circles your nipple until its erect, and he clambers onto the bed to take the bud into his mouth, tongue swirling around it with little kitten licks and biting down on it every few moments just to make you jump, and you’re whining beneath him, it’s so good and yet not enough-

“Don’t be so greedy”. He swats your hand away and releases your breast with a pop when you try removing your pants, only to do it himself in a contradictory fashion. Iwaizumi looks you up and down, his breath hitching and a sudden pang in his chest. You’re going to look so fuckiing good carrying his child, stomach swole out with his seed and breasts heavy with milk, bigger than they had ever been before

He can feel his cock twitch in his pants.

His body moves on its own, and he's situated himself above you with his elbows on either side of you, a knee prodding at your heat and teasingly rubbing against the fabric of your panties, wet in excitement and anticipation. Iwaizumi’s lips find your own in haste and he’s eagerly pulling you closer to him, hand returning to your breast to squeeze and fondle the one he has previously neglected while the other remains pert and slick with his saliva. He’s becoming feverish, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and sucking on it before he pulls away for air, panting, chest heaving, just to dive straight back in with an open mouthed kiss. His tongue is swiping at your red and swollen lips, and when he twists your nipple you moan against him, and he licks the back of your teeth, his wet muscle finding every sweet spot of your mouth and eating it up with delight so you’re whining below him.

“Hajime-”. You’re fucking desperate now, wanting nothing more than for him to fill him up the way he does, so good each and every time, his cock too fat to ever miss those sweet spots inside of you that always having you seeing stars.

“I know, I know sweetheart”. He’s quick to undress, and although your view is obscured by your current position, you’ve come to recognize the sound of his belt thumping against the floor, the metal piece always clinking with the hard wood below.

His rough fingertips are grazing along the sensitive skin of your thighs, and he tugs your panties down slowly, revelling in the string of slick that pulls from it until finally breaking contact and running down to your ass. God, he can’t stand it; you’re always so perfect for him, always getting yourself nice and ready for his dick.

Iwaizumi positions himself just before your entrance, his cock painfully hard. The head is red with blood and throbs against his palm as he strokes the prominent vein that runs along the underside of his girth. He’s trim, well cut and fit, and you find yourself pink in the face as your eyes dart across his trained abs, a happy trail just below down to his well groomed and massive cock. His sensitive slit you’ve always found a way to take advantage of is oozing with precum, and he rubs it against your thighs before using the head to tease your swollen clit. Your hips buck at the touch, abused lips parted as a low whine escapes them.

His fist guides himself along your glistening folds, and a growl resonates in his chest and the slick feeling. He lines his head up with your hole, and you grip his arm in preparation. Slowly, tantalizingly slowly, he pushes into your little cunt, pushing your walls apart and coating him in a sheen of white. He hisses as you clench around him like a vice, nearly losing control and rutting into you at full force.

“Fucking shit, babe, fuck”. Iwaizumi grunts, and he repositions himself so that one hand is gripping the headboard above you while the other keeps you pinned below him. Finally, he bottoms out within you, and begins a slow and shallow pace. Your sweet little moans fuel him and before he knows it he’s thrusting into you at a relentless pace. You hardly have any time to comprehend what’s happening, head bobbing at the force he’s beating into your tight little with a rhythm and high pitched whines your only capable form of speech. 

“H-Haji!”. Your words are slurred, and you bite your tongue as he ruts into you particularly hard. His cock is ripping you apart, your sweet cunt wrapped around his base in a way that’s downright pornographic, your hands wrapped around his neck and nails digging into his back, scratching the skin and drawing blood, but he doesn’t slow down

With every thrust he’s hitting the tip of your cervix, and it hurts but god, it also feels so fucking good. The bed shakes and headboard smacks against the wall, but it’s hardly audible beneath the lewd sound of your his clashing, his balls slapping your skin while your own cum leaks out around him, dripping down his thighs

He grunts, having no words left to speak in losing himself in the feeling of how fucking amazing you feel, walls fluttering around his length and your breasts bouncing with his every move, and he thinks again about how perfect you would be carrying his child. Your pussy is aching, and the sensations are overwhelming. His hips grind against your neglected clit only a few times, and yet it’s enough for you to unravel around him.

You gasp, trying to sputter out a warning, an indication, but he’s pounding into you so fucking hard and the noises of your own juices squelching around him are so prominent that it doesn’t matter anyways. Your pussy flutters around him and your walls clamp around him like a vice, and he hisses at the sudden tightness and grips the board above you so tight his fingernails are marking the soft wood, no different from the way your own leave scratch marks down his back. Your back arches causing your hips to catch against his own, and the friction is unbearable. He only pounds harder, faster, fucking you through your release and chasing his own high, leaving you overstimulating and squirming beneath him. You try to wriggle your way free, but his hands have moved to pin you down.

Just as you’ve finally began to feel the first aftershocks of your orgasm, Iwaizumi tugs you forward by the waist, sheathing himself balls deep with one final thrust, and paints your abused little cunt white with his seed, breathing heavily inches away from your face.

With a languid sigh, your body sinks into the mattress and you finally relax, and after a moment of stillness, he finally pulls out, making sure to keep every last bit inside of you so it doesn’t go to waste. Iwaizumi rolls over onto his back just beside of you, pulling you into his arms and rubbing at the knots in your lower back from the position he’d help you in. You were going to be so good to your kids, so kind and nurturing.

And he couldn’t wait.

[evolsinner]

⊱┊7

with the moment past {definitely not mentally}, i make my way to the lounge.

“hey, rosé?”

i see him seated on a 3 seat sofa.

a, i hope he didn’t see the way i shaved my hair down there into a love heart... b, he def saw my boobies!!

“y~yes, mr killian?”

“you hungry or something? i can order you some pizza.”

hell, i’m famished, can’t remember the last time i ate.

“no, aha…”

“you sure?”

“actually, yeah, i am, a little... sorry if that’s an inconvenience.”

“no, not at all! don’t be silly. i’m starving.”

i restrict a smile.

“here,” he shifts to the side, patting the middle seat, “make yourself comfortable. i’ll order some now.”

i place his hoody on the armrest and sit on the other end instead; don’t have it in me to sit right next to him. we would be like idk touching and whatnot. amongst the remote and his wallet, he grabs his phone from the middle seat, dialling a number.

“pineapple on pizza?” he faces me, holding the phone to his ear.

i fucking love pineapple on pizza.

“100%,” i reply confidently.

he grins.

i have just found my soulmate.

i admire how laid back he looks: his white untucked dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal thick veins and a dark tan, tie tossed on the table. is this how every male teacher looks after work?

‘cause, yummy!

“takeaway. one large vegetarian and one large hawaiian...with extra pineapple, please,” sir glances at me adorably. “cheers, sweetheart,” he hangs up after giving his number and address for the order. “should be here in 40 mins,” he informs me, “catch,” and tosses the remote at me. “pick a movie. make it a good one. i’m gonna go freshen up quickly.”

can i come?

-ˋˏ ༻🍷༺ ˎˊ-

i struggle to find a goddamn movie!

sir’s phone vibrates and i look across at it. why does that thing be buzzing and ringing all the time? i mean... hmm… i lean all the way back, peeping down the hallway. i listen to see if the shower is still on.

🚿pshhshhshhshhshhshh

oh good, it’s still on. i sneakily pick up his orange google pixel 4 xl mobile phone. okay, let’s see, what’s his passcode? says his pin contains at least four digits. hmm...

1 2 3 4

incorrect pin entered

4 3 2 1

incorrect pin entered

6 9 6 9

incorrect pin entered

his birth year, maybe?

1 9 8 1

incorrect pin entered

it’s definitely mine, then.

2 0 0 0

try again in 30 seconds

fuck, what is it?!

now i’m adamant.

a while later, i listen for the shower again. no sound. fuck me! i also haven’t even picked a movie yet! i grasp the remote and quickly flip through the movies. in ‘newly added’ a film that goes by the name ‘barefoot’ {2014} appears. this’ll do. i haphazardly click on it, put his phone back in the middle seat and swiftly bring my knees up on the sofa.

bathroom door opens and mr killian returns, setting himself down.

and ohhhh boy, oh jesus h. christ, he is wearing grey sweatpants. grey. sweatpants. oh my goddddddd!!!!

🎵dun da daaaaa! dunda dunda da dun dadada oo oo oooooo dun da da

i cringe, really should have skipped the first 10 mins or something.

sir looks at me with an amused expression, “just started?”

i nod, embarrassed.

then he cracks up a little, “how long did it take for you to pick a film?”

“i paused it, was waiting for you.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

“alrighty then,” he slumps down, letting me get away with the white lie. “this better be good or else you’re held accountable.”

the professional teacher’s vibe is disappearing and transforming into a perky one.

he’s wearing a loose t~shirt with long sleeves and it’s even rolled up. his hair is damp and floppy, making him so much more attractive. he runs his hands through it, flipping it back as the stray droplets of water roll down his neck. i would gladly lick them off for him if he doesn’t mind...

“why’s my phone locked for 60 minutes?”

“huh?” i snap out of my daydream.

“my phone, why’s it locked?”

*ding dong.*

“maybe...you put the wrong password in?”

“pretty sure i didn’t, and you’re the only other person in this house, no?”

*ding dong!*

“aha..ha,” i giggle nervously.

“does it look like i’m laughing?” he asks me condescendingly.

my smile disappears.

*ding dong! ding dong! ding dong! ding dong!*

“ight, i’m coming!!” sir shouts, grabbing his wallet. “..jesus christ, break my damn doorbell, will you..” he mutters under his breath angrily.

bit hot...

-ˋˏ ༻🍷༺ ˎˊ-

i only ate 2 slices of pizza so i wouldn’t look like a fat bitch in front of sir. he, however, didn’t even eat any. so much for being ‘starving’. he was just casually watching me eat. i could feel his eyes on me each time i took a bite and the odd olive or pineapple went rolling down into my lap. it was so awkward!

we’re halfway through the movie and i felt the need to say something because jay, the character, was such a jerk.

“i mean, it’s actually rather heartbreaking. daisy was locked away for most of, if not, her whole life. and now she is finally free, finally able to experience the pleasures of the real world. she put all of her trust in him and he abandoned her. that’s so not cool.”

as i’m analysing the film, i feel his eyes analysing me.

“well, you can’t blame him,” sir counterattacks. “jay had his own life, his own problems to deal with. she was just another added problem to that.”

“then he should’ve led her back to the hospital again instead of taking her on this joyride purely for his own greed.”

“remember, she chose to take part.”

“he was being selfish.”

“he was lending her a hand.”

“which is what ultimately made her fall in love with him in the first place,” i state like a full stop.

sir’s whole face just speaks wow. “so why didn’t you do my analysis homework then, huh?”

“because it’s boring,” i look him boldly in the eyes, his slicked back hair has me feelin’ oozy and woozy.

“oh, it’s boring?” he emphasises, raising his eyebrows. “is that so?”

“yup,” i purse my lips.

“what was it again?” he grabs my arm, pulling me into his lap. “‘boring’, did you say?”

i’m trying to escape and he’s trying to hold me still. gradually, our laughter dies out and we become aware, so much more aware.

“got some on your mouth,” he says in the heat of the moment, running his thumb over my bottom lip.

there was definitely no pizza sauce or whatever on my mouth, but i play my part. somehow, his thumb finds its way inside my mouth and i instinctively wrap my tongue around it. his green eyes glimmer like shiny marbles as he watches me

suck

on his

thumb.

i feel pressure underneath me, something building up in stiffness. i shift his hand away, glancing down and then back up again. his marble eyes, they just look at me. look through me.

no way in hell did i imagine this moment to actually happen. i mean, most of us girls had these insane crushes on teachers, but never did i think it’d unravel like this.

he firmly places his hand on my lower backside and pushes me closer to himself. “what, you scared now?” he whispers, dominance combined with confidence, topped off with lust.

i gulp, trying to sound brave, “and why would i be scared?”

“you should be,” he replies.

i am lost for words. this kind of intimidation is seductive. all i wanna do is kiss him! though i won’t make the same mistake of glancing at his lips twice.

he speaks in a soft tone, “has anyone ever told you how captivating your~”

“my eyes are?” i finish his cliché line off for him.

“...your lips,” he corrects, casting his gaze down at them.

i bite my bottom lip, flustered for acting like a smartass.

“you know, on some occasions, i’ve noticed that you bite your lip when you’re nervous. it’s cute,” he grins, “i like it more than i should,” and waits patiently for me to fall into his devilish trap.

believe me when i say i’m trying goddamn hard to not sink my teeth into my flesh! which is why i replace it with a mere innocent gulp.

“but on most occasions, you gulp,” he says as i’m gulping.

he removes the hair from my neck.

i get hella anxious, hella aroused so i..

“nuh~uh,” he shakes his head and pulls my bottom lip down with the pad of his thumb. “‘nough biting from you, sweetheart. those are mine to bite now.”

am i dreaming right now?

i try to reposition myself by moving a little back so that i’m not directly on him. as i do this, his erection rubs further into me and i slightly moan kinda too evidently. my eyes open super wide and i instantly shut my mouth. it surprises me that it doesn’t faze him one bit.

“your t~t~thing is p~poking me..” i gesture with my eyes to his manhood.

his orbs shine like someone has stabbed an apocalyptic emerald sunset multiple times. it’s glorifying. magical. the stuff dreams are made from. and instead, he pushes me further down onto his sculpture. he leans his head in, his mouth millimetres away from mine.

“and do you like it?” he questions seriously.

our noses touch, our lips brush...

“answer the question.”

“yes,” i squeak. “i like it.”

i try to remain as calm as possible, but it’s impossible due to the nerves causing havoc inside me, particularly the nerves between my thighs. i don’t know what to focus on. that mouth? his eyes? or down below...

“may i let something be known, luv?” sir requests politely.

i nod.

“i can see your tits...through that shirt...” he whispers sexily.

my breath hitches up.

kiss me! why won’t he kiss me? just fucking kiss me! shit, it’s impossible not to look. i give in and look at his lips. the corners curve slightly into a wayward grin. i see... he wants me to initiate it.

welp, sorry, no can do, mister.

he literally places my bottom lip between his teeth and lightly tugs at it, his breaths hitting my mouth like rose petals. this act is enormously enticing, but i know he’s teasing me.

my turn.

i purposely grind in his lap and he suppresses a hoarse groan. then he scoffs. very conceited. he’s so gonna lose. i keep my lips impossibly close to his for when he forfeits which should be right about...now.

he shakes his head smugly.

i frown, pouting.

he half~smiles adorably.

fine, i have a better idea. one he doesn’t see cumming coming.

i lift away the waistband of my borrowed sweatpants and grip his hand. his body automatically tenses up. i can feel him getting harder from just the thoughts i’m giving him. i bring his hand closer to me. he’s losing and it’s hella entertaining to watch.

unexpectedly, a phone goes off and i jump in fright. i rapidly get off him and he returns to his usual, rigid ways. he aggressively clears his throat before answering that stupid device.

whilst pacing up and down and holding his forehead, he stares at me intently like i’m that fucking maths problem again!

[fandom-collective-writers]

Reader x Beelzebub {Obey Me!} - Wanna Taste?

Title: Wanna Taste? Fandom: Obey Me! Character: Beelzebub Genre: ;) Warnings: ;) Kinks: ogling beelzebub and his muscles , oral Intended Gender Audience: Female Audience  Word Count: 1300 words POV: second person Written by: @mythiica​ Other comments: my friend indirectly challenged me so i sexualized beel putting bed sheets on :D ; also come check out our very small and mildly dead obey me server !

Beelzebub insists on finishing his sandwich while he helps you fit the sheets onto the mattress. Any moment he needs both hands, he simply holds his food between his teeth, chewing down on part of it as to not lose a second. A tomato nearly falls off, but Beel catches it with a swipe of his large palm. 

          At first, it made you laugh to see him multitasking like this; it is not the first time that Beelzebub has prioritized eating over housework, in fact you saw him vacuuming while eating a pint of ice cream a few days ago – then he munched on a carrot while washing the dishes. 

         “Can you pass me the pillow cover?” 

         He turns around and grabs it with his free hand before throwing it in your direction. You cannot help but notice the way his tense as he flexes. Good thing that it is laundry day, because that gives you an excuse to prompt Beelzebub to wear a sleeveless shirt. 

         While shoving the pillow into its case, you watch Beel finish his burger while trying to pull the fitted edge over the mattress. He fusses with it, obviously needing the extra hand (although it was otherwise occupied) until Beel holds up the mattress on his knee. Finally, he pulls it over and smiles triumphantly, having won against the elastic. His muscles tense as he lowers it back into the frame, and you absorb every fluid motion Beelzebub makes until he stands up to his full height. 

         The pillow drops into its cover and you give it a few fluffs before dropping it onto the bed. Beelzebub pulls a second sandwich, this one with turkey, lettuce, mayo, and pickles, from his shorts pocket, and begins to eat it as he stuffs the duvet into the cover. 

         From the corner of his eye, Beelzebub can see you staring at him. He pauses, blanket trapped between his thighs, and holds out the sandwich. “Wanna taste?” Beel prompts, offering you his food. 

         “Yes, but not of that–” 

         The next moment, you pull Beel onto the freshly made mattress, fingers tangled in his orange locks, and catch his lips in a fierce kiss. He drops the sandwich onto the nightstand to his left and wraps his strong arms around you, hoisting you up just enough to place you onto the center of the bed. Beelzebub growls against your mouth and grazes his teeth across your lip. “I thought we were cleaning today?” He tips his head to the pile of laundry to be folded. 

         Rolling your eyes, you run your hand up his shirt to palm the grid of abdominal muscles. “Can I not sway you otherwise?” 

         Beelzebub tips your head to the side to kiss down your jaw and neck. “You are tempting…” 

         Wringing your fingers in the edge of his shirt, trying to communicate that you want it off of him, you whine playfully. “Please~ The sheets can be washed again…” You lift yourself up a bit to whisper in his ear, something that always makes Beelzebub obey. “And then we can do it again, while they’re still warm~” 

         As you thought, it is enough to send Beel into the first stage of his animalistic drive – fueled by the need to touch you, Beelzebub sits up and strips his shirt, dropping it behind him without caring. The moment that he does, you work at the buttons of your own top, only for him to rip it in two. Buttons fly in every direction, but you have to vacuum anyways. 

         He takes pleasure in dragging his tongue up your stomach, between your breasts, and to your collarbone. It’s like Beel is devouring you, even though he has barely begun his feast. Every kiss pressed to your skin sends a pulse rushing through your nerves, urging you to moan. Still, you try to hold it in, knowing that Beelzebub will make you sing even louder. 

         It takes him only a moment longer to dip over the edge of the bed to place his knees on the floor. Beel throws your skirt up while pulling your legs apart to expose your cunt. Squirming against his grip does nothing except make him hold on tighter. “Don’t try to escape now that you’ve aroused me,” Beelzebub teases. His hot breath beats against your smooth skin, and you settle down, waiting for him to continue. 

         However, you don’t expect him to prod at your entrance without removing your underwear. In fact, Beelzebub makes no effort to push the fabric to the side, and opts to eat you out in spite of them. Beelzebub laps rapidly at your folds before repositioning his arms to loop around your legs. It annoys you but excites you at the same time: you want to see if Beelzebub can make you cum without having direct contact with your clit. 

         A test of sorts, to see if Beelzebub truly is the king of giving oral. 

         Dipping your hand down to his hair, you push his face closer to your cunt and shift your legs as to squeeze his side. Beelzebub hums and bites down on your inner thigh. As he turns back to lapping and sucking at you through the fabric that is damp with his saliva. A hint of pain still stings as the purple settles in under the surface. 

         “Beelzebub, you’re dragging it out, teasing me so much. Aren’t you going to finger me?” 

         He leans back on his heels, wetness glistening on his chin. “I’m enjoying myself,” is his reply as he runs a digit along the delicate stitching of your panties, “to properly take pleasure in something, you have to savor every drop–” 

         With that, Beelzebub leans forward again and resumes his languid strokes. You quickly become impatient and lift your hips to meet his tongue. Hooking a finger in the edge, you go to pull them down, but he is faster. 

         Reacting quickly, Beel catches your hand and stands up, supporting the small of your back with his arm. From the waist down, you are suspended in the air, only held by Beelzebub’s strong grip. He dives into you, devouring you by taking hungry mouthfuls of your folds and panties. The fabric is no longer a problem, as it is soaked through with your slick, and you really would not be surprised if he tore a hole in it. 

         In fact, he does. 

         Suddenly, his tongue comes into contact with your wet core, swirling around and producing the lewdest sounds you’ve heard. You would arch your back if you could, but Beelzebub holds you up still, continuing to ravenge you until he presses his thumb to your clit. 

         It sparks more stimulation – so much so that you throw your head back and grip the sheet to hold it. Your skirt slips down more, momentarily obscuring your view of Beelzebub. 

         “Beel–Beelzebub!” His name slips through your teeth, making him look up. He tips his head to the side, nose brushing against the now beautifully bloomed hickey, and dips his tongue into your core, pushing it against your walls to coax your release. 

         It comes without warning: a rush of warmth sweeps through your body, pulling you down in the undertow and drowning you with pleasure. Beelzebub laps at your clit continuously, guiding you through your orgasm. 

         As you start to tremble, he laces his fingers with yours to anchor you. 

         After that, Beelzebub drops you back onto the mattress. Even in your stunned state, you can feel the wet patch below you. Leaning over you, Beelzebub chuckles at your expression before catching your chin and kissing you. He sucks on your tongue, giving you the opportunity to taste yourself. 

         To be fair, he did ask you if you wanted a taste. 

[siryaksalot]

Stealing from AI 

BOLD all that applies to your character I ITALIC all that somewhat applies to your character I STRIKE out what does not apply to your character

4th Wall Awareness: Some Cartoons have the ability to acknowledge that there is an audience or some type of people watching them, and they're working for a cartoon company.

4th Wall Interaction: Cartoons and users of this power can actually communicate and interact with the audience or people watching them, or the people animating them.

Accelerated Metabolism: Cartoons and users of this power can eat vast qualities of food but never seem to gain permanent weight as they lose it in later/certain events or shortly afterwards.

Acme Arsenal: Cartoons and users of this power are able to be creative and use anything and everything as a weapon.

Anatomic Construct: Caricature without any life-threatening effects.

Anatomical Liberation: Users may be able to detach their body parts.

Animation: Create soldiers, escape Portals, traps, weapons, etc. with art materials, like ink.

Antagonal Impairment: Violent rearrangements are impermanent.

Cartoon Constructs: Constructs out of cartoons.

Cartoon Creature Creation: The ability to create creatures out of cartoons.

Cartoon Materialization: The ability to bring cartoons to life either by creating them with the mind, or using an already created cartoon as a base.

Cyclone Spinning: The power to spin in a tornado-like manner.

Deflation/Inflation: Cartoon characters can be inflated, like a balloon, and then deflated as a result (possibly too much).

Destruction: In setting off an explosive, user can destroy a larger area than planned, possibly annihilating an entire planet. This often leaves only a piece of rock and a character hanging from a root.

Digital Form: User's may acquire this ability while going into the cartoon dimension.

Direct Anvil: Anvil will fall directly on a caricature whether they are still or in motion.

Dream Walking: Can see and jump straight into the dreams of other characters.

Dynamite Action: Dynamite (ACME) and possibly other explosives cannot cause any fatal injuries, while only causing the victim to be covered in black soot and surrounded by smoke.

Empathic Weather Manipulation: Manipulate the weather with your emotions, when your angry you make storms etc.

Elasticity: Stretch limbs or any other part of ones body to absurd lengths.

Extreme Inertia: Any subject/object falls at higher speeds than terminal velocity.

Fantastic Travel: User may freely travel between the lines of variant world faculties (i.e. picture frames, drawings, television, cyberspace, storybooks, reality, painted black dots).

Fat Expansion: User may become much fatter by eating lots of food.

Flat Body: May actually become two-dimensional, like a cartoon character.

Gravity Manipulation: Body suspended in space (i.e. air) will remain suspended until made aware of the pertaining situation of gravity. Also, sometimes gravity still works in space.

Hammered!: This is where a character is slammed by a heavy object (such as a giant POW hammer, or fat people) where they will then be slammed deep into the ground. This usually results in the character making a crater in the ground shaped just like the character and the object combined.

Helicopter Propulsion: The characters can use any part of their body to fly like a helicopter.

Information Viewing and Editing: To bring up and edit a person's information, such as removing powers, adding powers, or doing other wacky stuff with it, even edit their own.

Injury Immunity: User's do not die and are not truly affected by injuries that would otherwise be fatal, but will at least be annoyed or experience some pain from it.

Instant Momentum: Can instantly reposition their body in any location without moving, allowing something similar to teleportation.

Invulnerability: User's can survive situations that can be dangerous, like falling from a certain height or hitting hard surfaces.

Knowledge Manipulation: User can use events to manipulate the knowledge of other characters, leading one of them to take the fall.

Letter Generation: Just like in a comic book, in terms of using swearwords, symbols like @# or ! may appear above the caricature. This may also happen in surprising situations. Words like "BLAP!" or "BOOM" can also show, just like in a comic book.

Luck/Jinxed: Cartoon characters can either be infinitely lucky or infinitely unlucky, to the point that impossible outcomes happen to them either way.

Fictional Mimicry: Cartoon characters are often seen mimicking others from different forms of media.

Omnipresence: If the following someone, the user may happen to be anywhere the follower goes, possibly learning to fly for a moment.

Opening Fanfare: Appearance may cause music to be played.

Pain Suppression: Users can suppress pain until they notice it or until they need to let out a scream.

Parasol Flight: Using a mere umbrella to fly, glide, and hover to various destinations.

Pencil Warping: The user can grab a #2 pencil (Or another tool(s) that can write and erase) and play God.... within comical limits. (IE, Draw Tunnels, Holes, Erase such, mess with attacks, draw attacks, ECT.)

Physics Infringement: In the cartoon world, physics is messed within a lot of ways.

Pocket Dimension: Ability to draw out large objects from seemingly nowhere, usually behind their back or in a pocket.

Possibility Inducement: User can make impossible and illogical events happen.

Randomness Inducement: User can make very random and improbable events happen for seemingly no reason.

Regenerative Healing Factor: Recover from damage and regenerate lost limbs, organs, and other body parts. Some almost instantly. For animal cartoons, this is mostly seen only applying to tails.

Reversed Vocifery: When saying things like, "Nothing can go wrong," something wrong can happen. The character ultimately says "I could be wrong" just to prove it.

Ricochet Inducement: Users can cause people or object to ricochet in a cartoonish fashion. Enemies may also cause them to bounce instead.

Semi-Immortality: Cartoon characters never age. They stay exactly the same age over the years.

Sharp Jab: Slightest perforation implicates caricature to shoot skyward, screaming.

Shapeshifting: If the character is interacting with the animator, the animator can erase the body of the character and replace it with a new one - for example, Screwball Daffy.

Smoke Generation: When a fight is beginning, a gray cloud appears and covers the involved caricatures, with hands, feet and/or heads sticking out.

Spontaneous Musical Number: Users can break out into song and dance or cause one. As with some musicals, this can temporarily create a different world suited for the song, and have a variety of physics-defying effects.

Supernatural Condition: Be physically/mentally superior to humans.

Synchronized Movement: Cause another character to move in a way that is synchronized with that of the user, until someone secretly breaks the chain.

Targeting: When discharging a firearm, user can still cut through its target, even if it looks like that they missed by a long way (but not too far).

Tasks: Some cartoon characters are willing to go through a lot of trouble to pull off their personal missions. If they ever put these missions aside for any reason, they come back to them at some point.

Technology Manipulation: User can cause technology to do bizarre things. For example, the cherries on a fruit machine can turn out to be bombs.

Teleportation: Can go inside one tunnel or door and come out of another one. This usually results in two characters ending in different places, despite going through the same door.

Zip!: User may run away at very high speeds. Some cartoon characters, like Road Runner or Speedy Gonzales, have this as a natural ability.

Nature Manipulation: This can also apply to every aspect of nature, possibly causing volcanic eruptions, earthquakes or meteor showers when angry.

Flattened: In some cases the character will be made paper-thin. However, this can also be caused by being hit by large objects, like a train.

Wing Manifestation: In some cases, they can use two things or body parts as wings.

Energy Solidification: Sometimes, this applies to kinetic or emotional energy, making it appear outside of an impact area or a sudden change in emotion for a split second.

Magic: An idea that messes more with physics, and is believed to be magic, can be part of the cartoon's storyline.

Metaphoric Shapeshifting: The character will turn into something depending on the metaphorical situation like a lollipop emblazoned with the word "Sucker" (the character has just been tricked) or a donkey with optional braying (the character is stupid or being a (jack)ass).

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