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bunniesanddeer · 14 days ago

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Hate: Part Two

Loathing

Part two to this fic: Part One

Pairings: Alastor X Reader, (Hints of Angel Dust/Husk)

Warnings: Reader still hates Alastor, Reluctant enemies to enemies with benefits, angst, so much angst, Angel is a good friend, SMUT

Word Count: 5,109

MINORS DNI

Everything was awkward, now. You couldn’t look in any direction without being faced with evidence of his existence. He was absolutely everywhere, and not always in person. His coat folded neatly over the arm of a chair. The spices in the cupboard that he got specifically for when he made dinner. The red radio in the library. His scent lingered in your bed, even after the sheets had been changed twice. The bruises had stayed for weeks, dull green marks pressed into the dimples of your hips.

Sometimes, when he spoke, you had such a visceral, subconscious reaction. Your body would jolt, your ears pricking and swiveling. It was embarrassing how obvious it was, but thankfully for you, the worst was over. Your heat had long ended, and you had made it a goal to avoid ever interacting with him again.

Alastor, being the bastard he was, made it as difficult as possible. It seemed that when you told him that nothing would change, he made it his goal to continue to piss you off as much as possible. He would be outside your door when you woke up on the weekend, and would insist on walking you down to breakfast. If he was at the table, he’d pull out your chair, and dare you to deny him in front of Charlie. (How could you? The puppy eyes she gave you whenever you turned to take another chair could kill someone). So you’d sit, and he’d give you the most shit-eating grin every time. It made your skin crawl.

Alastor would find time to ask you about whatever you were doing. He’d ask insane questions, and he’d follow you around if you tried to ignore him. You’d be talking to Angel, and Alastor would leer over your shoulder, getting impossibly close without actually touching you. You quickly learned how to keep your expression flat, but your conversation partner, often Angel or Husk, would always react, making it harder.

There was one line, however, that he never crossed again. He never went inside your room. On multiple occasions he’d asked, but you’d firmly said no, (if a “fuck no, die,” was a firm no). He’d take your answer, and mosey on his way.

And so you suffered under his strange attentions for several weeks. Charlie did her best to give him tasks to keep the two of you separated, when she could, but he was eerily efficient, all in the name of bugging you some more. Vaggie, on multiple occasions, had offered to skewer him with her spear, but you’d denied, the thought of Charlie’s dismay stopping you.

Angel, nearing his namesake, (not the drug, thank Lucifer), was always close at hand when he wasn’t at work. And one night, seeing how stressed you were, he decided it was time to let loose.

“C’mon babe! You know you want to-”, Angel crooned, swinging the bottle of liquor in front of your face. Husk huffed in the background, shaking his head lovingly. “Come onnnnnnn. Let loose with me, an’ ol’ Husky!”

You roll your eyes with a small laugh, and shrug your shoulders. “Alright, you bitch. Fine. Pour me one.”

Angel pumps two of his hands in the air, and then just hands you the bottle. You stare flabbergasted at the bottle, and he just laughs. “Oh, you can down that straight! I’ve seen you. Don’t even lie to me right now.”

“Fuck you,” you mutter as you take a swig. You immediately wince. Whatever Angel handed you burns like hell, and you can’t help but take a glance at the label to try and figure out what it is. It’s written in French, and unfortunately tastes like licorice. “God, what is this?”

“It appears to be absinthe, my dear,” Alastor’s voice drawls from above you. You jump, nearly dropping the bottle. Your heart is pounding, and all you can think to do is glare at him. His smile wedges wider, and you want to punch his ugly yellow teeth in.

Without responding, you whip your head around and glare at Angel. “You gave me fucking absinthe? What’s the fucking — what’s the alcohol percentage?” You peer down at the label, and struggle to find the percentage. Alastor’s claw taps at small numbers underneath the name.

“74%. Definitely French, although how you got that down here, my friend, I would very much like to know.” Alastor peers down at the bottle with renewed interest, and you can’t help but agree. This is from the mortal plane, and goods from there are rare. Someone had to smuggle it, and there are only so many that have access. You hum, and then the shock hits you.

“YOU GAVE ME THIS? Oh my goodness! Angel! Do you know how much this must cost?!” You rush to set it down on Husk’s bar top, and back away from it. “Dude! Not cool.” Your ears pin back, and you give Angel a light swat. He just keeps laughing, and Husk seems to be joining in.

“Figured you could use the stress relief, kid. It’s all yours.” Husk says it like it means nothing, still cleaning up behind the bar, but your eyes go wide. Husk is so rarely nice like this, and it makes your chest ache. You have friends. You have friends and you absolutely love them.

Your eyes are on the verge of tearing up, but you swallow it down. “Aw, I love you too!”

Angel laughs, pointing a finger at Husk, and hugs you with his extra arms. “We love you too, doll! Now let’s get drinking!”

You can hear a scoff come from the demon behind you, but you ignore it. Who cares what he thinks? You ask for a shot glass from Husk, grab the bottle, and settle in on one of the couches. Unfortunately, Alastor follows, and settles in the armchair across from you. You settle a glare on him, and then pour yourself a drink. You are going to ignore him, you can do this.

Husk and Angel settle on the other couch, and Angel points at you. “We’re gonna play a game! To spice things up. So, tell me toots, what’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?”

You cock your head. “Mortal, or down here?”

Angel’s face scrunches up as he thinks. “Mortal,” he decides. No one has really shared much about their mortal lives, so it’s relatively interesting.

“Well, if we’re talking about something I survived, then probably dislocating my shoulder. Most intense pain I had ever felt. Boyfriend had grabbed my armed and pulled a little too hard. But, if it’s not surviving that matters, probably how I died.” You don’t think on it too long, the pain flaring in your shoulder as if it had just happened. It had really hurt, too.

Angel leans forward, and even Alastor’s ear prick up. You try to keep from letting your gaze slide to him. “Ooo! How’d you die? C’mon! Tell me. You’ve gotta!”

Angel’s excitement nearly makes your eyes roll out of your head. Of course, he’d be interested, the bastard.

“I’m not gonna give you all the details,” you start, downing the shot and ignoring his sad ‘aw’. “But I will say, that the other guy got worse. Bet the asshole is drifting around down here.” You can’t help the sour look that passes over your face. You’d been in your late twenties, and some guy went and screwed over everything.

Alastor cocks his head, clearly intrigued. The look on his face tells you he very much wants to ask a question, but is restraining himself. The ‘why’ itches the back of your skull, but you just feel annoyed with yourself. You keep glancing over at him.

“Anyway. My turn. Uh. Husk. How much can you drink in five minutes?” Your face burns, and you just want this annoying feeling to go away.

“We don’t have enough to prove it.” His tail lazily twitches behind him, and his face is the epitome of boredom. You and Angel just blink at him. Laughter bursts out of the two of you, and a smile twitches across Husk’s face.

“Wowza! Was not expecting that to be yer answer, babes.” Angel wipes a tear from his eyes, and leans back. “Your turn.”

Husk hums and glances at Alastor before turning back to Angel. “Would you eat a cockroach for fifty bucks?”

“Wha— no? They’re like, basically my cousins babe! That’s fuckin’ gross!”

Your whole body lurches, desperately wanting to laugh, but your brain is halted, trying to process his answer. A glance across from you, and Alastor’s eyebrows are hitched nearly to his hairline. He glances back at you, and you can’t help it. You laugh so hard that it hurts. Your belly aches, and your ribs have a stitch growing in them. Your ears pin back as you try to calm yourself down, but it’s all so absurd; your friends, the asshole in the room. Everything is just so screwed up right now. (If you don’t laugh, maybe you’ll cry, and that’s so much more embarrassing).

“Sorry,” you start to say, taking a swig directly from the bottle. “Just, thought it was funny.”

All three men in the room are giving you strange looks, and you want to shrink in on yourself. God, could they not look anywhere else?

“Your turn, Angel,” you say, gently prodding him to start the conversation back up.

“Oh! Right. Hey Al, what’s your favorite position?”

You and Husk stiffen, and turn your attention to Alastor. His brows are pressed together, and his fingers twitch.

“What ever could you mean?” You can’t tell if he’s genuinely confused or if he’s annoyed. He’s always so good at shadowing one emotion with another, or maybe you are terrible at reading him, You never could discern between his expressions.

Angel laughs, and waves a hand. “Oh, come on, Al! You know, in bed. What’s your favorite position in bed?”

“Asleep,” Alastor bluntly replies, and it draws a snort from you. His eyes meet yours for a second as his grin grows. You stare at the floor.

“No, no! For sex, Al. What’s your favorite sex position?”

You cringe, and from the corner of your eye, can see Alastor’s leg twitch, shifting when he’s normally so still.

When the quiet pause lasts longer than you thought it would, you look up, and Alastor is staring straight at you. His gaze is intense, and his smile is as close to being flat as it could be, (excluding that night. The line of his mouth, the softness in his eyes), and he’s just staring at you. His brows furrow and smoothen, and the corner of his mouth twists.

“I think I prefer it on all fours.” He cocks his head, and his sharp smile grows wide. His eyes narrow, and you feel like prey, caught in the claws of its demise. Your ears flatten back as he speaks, “I like them on their belly.”

You stand up, setting the bottle down on the coffee table, and point at him. “FUCK YOU!”

Husk and Angel watch on, eyes wide. Angel settles a hand on Husk’s knee, and squeezes.

“Fuck you Alastor! You came to ME! Not the other way around!” You clench your teeth together, trying to force down your shaking. You’re so fed up.

“Wait, what?” You hear Angel mutter, but Alastor is standing up, and it’s all you can focus on.

“Yes, but it was you who needed me. Don’t pretend like you did not like it, my dear! Nothing can change that it happened. There’s no point in pretending it didn’t.” He sounds so calm, and it infuriates you. He doesn’t get to pull this shit with you. You want him down on your level.

“Oh-ho. No. I told you nothing would change. I was EXPLICIT with that fact. I hate your fucking guts. Just because Hell decided your dick was the only one my body wanted, doesn’t change that. You don’t get to just be a goddamn puppy now, constantly begging for my attention! Why are you like that? Stop following me around! I hate you! You hate me! Get the fuck over it!”

His eyes are narrowed, and his ears tipped back. “So presumptuous, ma douce. You think to understand my motives, and you barely understand yours.”

You bare your teeth at him. “You snuck into my room, for my attention. You’re so damn desperate. Is that what this is? You want me to like you that bad, that you’ll fuck me to get it?”

Alastor’s expression screams that he thinks you’re stupid. “Oh, you know nothing, do you, dearest?”

“Fuck you.”

“You already have.”

Angel stands up, setting himself between you. You hadn’t even noticed that the two of you had stepped closer to each other. “Whoa, whoa. Calm down.” He turns to Alastor. “You went to their room? You told me you were leaving for the night!”

Alastor answers without missing a beat. “I lied.”

You want to scream. You pull at your hair, and turn to the side, trying to slow your breathing. This insufferable bastard.

“I’m going to bed,” you finally huff. You take off towards the stairs. You just want to go to bed. Fuck everything. All of them. He makes your head hurt.

Halfway to your room, you notice the static. He’s following you. Great.

You turn around, and glare at him. “What do you want?”

His expression is strangely open. His smile is smaller than usual, and he keeps glancing behind him. Why is his behavior always like this? So back and forth. You can never understand him.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it,” He finally says. His brows pinch together, and he opens his mouth, but shuts it again.

“I have. It’s easy.” You lie. It’s such a lie. When you are in bed at night, you can feel the ghost of his hands trailing your thighs, your neck. You can feel him cradle your head as he presses a strange kiss to your shoulder. It’s an ache, but the deep burning hatred is stronger. It burns the ghosts to ash, and it leaves you feeling empty.

Alastor seems hurt by your words, but almost as if he expected them. “I want to do it again. I want—” He stops himself, hesitating. You just want him to get it over with so you can go to bed. It’s all so exhausting. “I want to touch you again, ma biche. I have been trying to get you to spend time with me, so I could bring it up naturally, but I have not been able to find the time or the words appropriate.” He swallows, and shifts, and you can feel his static swell. “I have never wanted someone before. It’s normally an urge that is easily handled alone, but you are different. I want to know why. And I want to get rid of this feeling. It’s hard to concentrate.” He coughs, and avoids your gaze for a moment, before staring back at you.

You fucking knew it. This asshole. Of course, this is what it is. He just wants his dick wet again, now that he’s had you. You scoff.

“Is that all this is for? Are you kidding me?” You frown at him and shake your head. “This is ridiculous.” You take a deep breath. “Will you leave me alone if we have sex?”

His expression twitches, and for some reason you feel like he is about to lie. “Yes, I suppose I can do that.”

You want to scream. You want to drag him to your room. You want to throw something. You settle on asking, “My room or yours?”

The two of you go to your room. He mutters about not having your scent in his room, and you shrug. You’re closer to yours anyway.

When you enter the room, you start to strip off your clothing, anger clouding any shame. You can hear his noise of surprise, but make your way to the bed, ignoring him. Down to your bra and underwear, you sit on the bed, looking over him.

“How are we doing this?” You want to poke at him over his comment from earlier, but decide not to.

“I believe that I would like you in my lap. I’ve been having… dreams about it.” Alastor struggles to say it while unbuttoning his shirt. You quietly watch while processing his request. You’d have to be facing him. Can you do that? Would looking at his face prevent orgasm, or would it not matter? You hum, and nod.

“Alright. No kissing though.” He acquiesces, and settles onto the edge of the bed, shucking off his pants. His briefs are loose, and black.

“Where should I be?” His question is asked softly, and it makes you hesitate to be mean. You decide to just focus on the act, and not who he is. It’s better that way, isn’t it?

“Do you want me riding, or actually in your lap? If you want the former, just lie down. For the latter, sit up, settle against the headboard.” You gesture with your hands, and stand up to remove your undergarments. He eyes your motions as he sits against the headboard. You internally sigh. You really wish that isn’t what he wanted.

He’s still wearing his briefs when you settle into his lap. His legs are bony, and they press awkwardly against your ass, so you wriggle to get comfortable. Alastor’s hands, thin and graceful, and incredibly sharp at the ends, settle on your hips. (You have to beg your mind not to focus on the fact that you’ll likely have a new set of bruises, overlapping prettily with the last set).

Alastor’s head is level with yours, the tall bastard, so you turn yours into the crux of his neck, and sigh. Alright, you’re doing this again. You can do it. It doesn’t matter that you really want to punch him. His dick is kind of nice. You can do this.

You roll your hips against him, starting a gentle rhythm. His fingers squeeze you, and you can tell he’s holding back. His grip is soft, and his thumbs rub back and forth, tracing a lazy pattern into your skin. You take a deep breath in, and immediately regret it. His scent is incredibly strong at his neck. It feels overwhelming, and you have to blink repeatedly to drive the dizziness away.

The gentle rhythm of your hips eventually makes it clear that he’s getting hard. His thumbs hesitate every couple of thrusts, as if the feeling was too much for him to even lazily move his fingers back and forth. His cock rubbing against you, even through two layers of fabric, is kind of nice, you have to admit. Alastor feels nice, and the warmth of him is enjoyable too. You can’t tell if you are trying to convince yourself, or if that is how you actually feel. You don’t get to find out, because his hands grip down harder.

“Can I rock your hips, dearest?” His voice is rough, and the sudden noise makes you glance at him. His gaze is fuzzy, and he seems unfocused. The look wrecks you; he’s being vulnerable, the bastard, and you can barely look at him. You barely manage a nod, but his sharp grin is your reward.

His tight grip on your hips shifts just a little lower, to the crux of your hips and outer thighs. He presses you down onto his erection, and rocks you against him. The easy way he moves your whole body reminds you of the strength in his lithe body. You can’t help the admiration you feel, although it is quickly drowned out by the rocking of your body.

“Ma bichette, you feel so good,” he whispers. He presses you down rougher, and it feels as if he’s trying to slide into you through the scraps of fabric dividing you. “I want to feel you, dearest. I want to fill you and hold you. Je veux vous faire plaisir, mon cœur. You are so good for me, let me make you feel good.”

You rear up, pressing your hands against his chest as your eyes widen in shock. He absolutely pushed too far. That upsetting feeling from your heat is back. You can feel tears pricking at your eyes again. He is being far too nice, but you love it. You want him to make you feel good, want him to call you nice things. The anger that festers in your belly, that ever present loathing is blanketed by desire for him, and you give in.

“Okay,” you quietly reply. Alastor’s eyes flutter, and then he is lifting you up on your knees, and attempting to remove your underwear. You assist him, and then sit back to let him remove his own. You settle back in his lap, your naked sex against his cock. The heat lifts a groan from you. You look at him, take in the mess of his hair, the set of his eyes, and you frown. “No kissing,” you remind him. You can’t let him cross that boundary. You’ve only kissed people you loved, and you hate him. Obviously.

There’s a twitch of his brows, but he assents. His large hands settle back on you. One sits flush against the front of your thighs, and his thumb brushed against the hood of your clit. You gently huff, and roll your hips against him. Alastor’s hips twitch, and he groans.

His touch is perfectly coordinated, his eyes settled on your flushed, and quickly growing wet, sex. His teeth separate, and you can feel his hot breath fan across your face. It doesn’t smell the way you thought it might.

“You are a sight, my dear. So pretty. I want to fill you, and see how far that blush of yours spreads.” His eyes flick up to your face, briefly, and then he's focused on the tight circles of his thumb on your clit.

You don’t have the time to think of a response, because he’s pressing harder. White noise fills your ears, and with a single sharp thrust of his hips against yours, you feel your body clenching down on nothing. Your head tilts back, and your hands reach out, trying to grasp onto anything. You find purchase on his shoulders, and dig your blunted claws in, letting out a cry. You can hear Alastor’s grunt, but can barely focus on it. He just keeps circling his thumb.

“Yes! Ma douce! Cum for me, dearest.” His other hand presses you down against him, and he thrusts up against your wet heat.

You let out a harsh breath, his name slipping from clenched teeth. “Alastor – please!”

He lifts you, just slightly, your thick slick stringing between the two of you, and he uses one hand to guide his cock. “Just a moment, my doe.”

And finally, his erection is pressing into you, your slick letting him slide in with only just a bit of resistance. When your bodies finally sit flush, you both let out sighs. You forgot just how full he made you feel, and it hadn’t even been terribly long.

You take a deep breath, barely making eye contact with him, (how can you? He’s got this expression that’s nigh on impossible to name), and then you lift your hips. It’s that first drag that nearly knocks you over. You can feel his cock dragging against your velvety insides. Even with how wet you are, the friction is overwhelming.

Your breath comes out in stutters, and your thighs shake with the effort to not just drop back down on him. Your hands on his shoulders clench, and then you settle back down. His resulting groan makes you clench. You’re still so sensitive from him getting you off first, so you shake with the effort to keep riding him.

“Dearest,” Alastor says, his hot breath fanning across your face. “Would you like some help?”

You lock your gaze with him and drop on his dick rather harshly, and his eyes flutter. His hands flex, claws lightly grazing your skin. He’s being so careful, and it bothers you.

“What does ‘help’ look like to you?” You ask, your residual anger tinting your words. Are you not going fast enough for his liking?

His hips thrust up, just enough to spear you further, and you rock your hips in response. The heat, the fullness, it keeps knocking the breath out of you. It’s so unfair. You need him just as off-kilter as you are. (But isn’t he already? Your head is fuzzy. You aren’t thinking straight).

One of his hands reaches up and cradles the back of your head, and then the world is shifting around you. Your thighs are slotted over his hips nicely, and the hand that had been holding your head is propping him up. You’re on your back. (How did he do that so effortlessly? He seems so experienced – it’s a thought that suddenly makes you unhappy).

“Worry not, dearest. You were spectacular, but I’m losing my marbles.” He rolls his hips against yours, and you clench your eyes closed. It’s overwhelming. The heat is pooling in your navel, and there’s this fuzzy feeling to your hands and feet. You can practically feel his static scattering over the surface of your skin. “Yes, you are very good, mon cœur. I cannot get enough.”

His words make your eyes open, just a touch, and you gaze up at him. His eyes are already searching for yours, and the soft smile he’s giving you – you feel like you’re going to throw up. How could he do this to you? He doesn’t get to be such a dick, then go on and fuck you within an inch of your sanity while praising you. It’s not fair.

Alastor starts thrusting his hips, his ears bouncing just a little at the effort. He’s on his knees, and the hand on your hip squeezes every other thrust. You can smell the musk the two of you make, and it has you dizzy. It’s a nice smell, but you know it’ll never wash out of your sheets. You might have to just change rooms when all is said and done.

He suddenly shifts, settling further back on his knees, and both of his hands are lifting you up. “Is this alright, my doe?” He asks as he lifts your knees to his shoulders.

Your eyes widen. He’s going to hit spots in you that you’ve probably never felt. His cock is already large, but this position is going to ruin you. However, you just can’t say no. You aren’t sure if it’s the way he’s looking at you, or the fact that you’re barely in your own head. With a rough swallow, you nod.

He pants, and then you’re folded in on yourself, your slit snug against him, thighs cradling his head. His arms framed your head, and his weight pressed down on you. Each breath the two of you took was hard, and they mingled in the space between you. His forehead pressed against yours, and he kept your gaze as he began his rhythm again.

Your hands could no longer be kept in check. What little of him you could reach was quickly grabbed onto for dear life. You were panting, and every drag of his cock had your walls quivering.

For a moment all you could hear was the wet sound of your bodies rocking together, and the harsh breaths each of you took, but then you heard it. He was muttering to himself.

“Al- Alastor, what?” You asked quietly. Another harsh thrust of his hips and you moaned, your mind briefly dragged away from the thought.

“Just singing your praise, dearest.” His left hand lifted just slightly, and his thumb rubbed against your cheek to the rhythm of his snapping of his hips. “You are wonderful. I just adore this with you. You are ever so soft, and tight, my doe.”

You startle, eyes locked back on him. His smile is crooked, and he looks so genuine. That deep, angry ache is back in your chest, and it nearly clouds the lust and the wonderful sensations he’s flooding you with.

“Je te veux. Je ne veux personne d'autre que toi. Je veux que tu aies envie de moi. Pourquoi ne le fais-tu pas?” He whispers to you in words you cant understand, but his eyes are fuzzy, and his smile is small, and soft. Alastor cups your face ever so softly, and he rocks his hips roughly against yours.

Suddenly the pace he sets is incredibly fast, and you can feel that tightness building again. You scratch at him, barely able to get air into your lungs. You can’t focus on much more than the deep heat beneath your navel, and the furrow of his brows. (Some small part of you wants to ease it with your fingers).

His grip on your face tightens a smidgen, and then he rolls his hip and takes his right hand to rub at your clit. His thumb is in tight circles again, and he’s clenching his teeth and all your limbs go tingly and–

Everything is white-hot. There are lightning bolts zipping down your spine, making your back arch. Your mouth is open, but the buzzing in your ears makes it impossible to tell if you’re making any noise.

He’s still moving, but he’s reaching for your face, too. He cups it, his large hands holding you still as his cock continues slamming into you. Alastor is muttering again, but you can only tell from the movement of his lips. His mouth opens, a harsh pant leaving him before his body stills suddenly. His teeth clack shut, and he curls into you, the head of his cock brushing your cervix. You’re still dealing with the aftershocks of your orgasm, and can barely comprehend the feeling. It’s nearly too much.

He’s breathing hard, and he just barely sits back.

“Thank you,” he whispers. His thumb brushes the skin just underneath your eyes, and there is a wistful smile on his face. He seems so far away, and you can’t comprehend why. Isn’t this what he wanted?

You’re about to ask when he slots his lips over yours. He’s warm, and his lips are soft. It only lasts a moment, and then he’s gone.

You’re left empty, messy, and alone.

You sit up in the darkness of your room, glancing around.

“Alastor?”

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candy-cloud-system · 4 months ago

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Hey just so you know. DNIs exist for a reason. If I have someone who is (Pro) Endo say absolutely anything to me, if that’s in comments, asks, dms or whatever. Don’t be surprised if I’m hostile back.

Respect my fucking DNI, and if you don’t, you don’t deserve MY respect. I will be rude, I will be pissy, I will say thing you don’t like and I won’t care if you call me a bitch! Thanks!

I try to be nice but I just don’t have patience or energy for people who go out of their way to interact whenever I’ve stated I DONT WANT THEM AROUND ME!

So fuck you endos, fuck off if you support endos, you’re not welcome on any of my blogs. I am allowed to be fucking pissed, and I’m allowed to hate you. Block me idgaf. You can’t have a traumagenic disorder without trauma!

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minniesmutt · 2 months ago

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Ohmami with Changbin...any thoughts?

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“Good job,” Y/n yelled as she jumped on her boyfriend.

She’d just watched her boyfriend win his fourth race for the night. It was beating close to three in the morning as he crossed the line. She had full faith in Changbin to win his races. He was the best driver at any meet-up they went to.

“Thank you, princess,” Changbin smiled as he held her up by her ass, pressing good lips to hers.

“One more race!” His opponent yelled as he slammed his car door shut.

“You don’t have the money to bet anymore!” His friend yelled at him.

“Someone’s a sore loser,” Y/n sighed as her boyfriend set her down.

“You’ve got nothing left to bet unless it’s your car,” Changbin told him

“How about your girl?”

Changbin looked at his girlfriend. Did he want to bet her? No. Even though he was confident he wouldn’t lose. He felt bad having to bet on her.

“Deal,” Y/n agreed for him. She had full faith in him anyway.

The other guy smiled and jumped back in his car and pulled back to the starting line. “Passenger seat,” Changbin told her and kissed her cheek

Y/n smiled and walked with her boyfriend to the other side of his car. Changbin eyed the other driver as he opened the door for his girlfriend. The racer closed the door then got back in the driver's seat and backed up to the starting line.

Y/n looked over at the other driver to catch him winking at her. Y/n rolled her eyes at him before leaning over to Changbin, turning his face towards her, and planting her lips on his. Changbin smiled into their kiss before pulling away, turning his attention back to the road.

Y/n happily sat back as she waited for the flag to go up. Her boyfriend was calm as he waited while the other guy revved like an idiot. The second the flag was down, Changbin took off. Y/n smiled as she watched her boyfriend focus entirely on the road. She didn't even see the other guy till they crossed the finish line again and he pulled up a few seconds after. Pissed he lost again.

“Nice try,” Changbin told him as Chan came up to the passenger window.

“You guys gonna take off then?” he asked

“Yeah,” Changbin said, taking hold of his girlfriend’s thigh.

“Scram. I’ll collect for you,” Chan smiled as tapped the car door

“Thanks, Chan!” Changbin called before pulling away and heading towards the main road.

Y/n smiled as she held her boyfriend’s hand as they drove down the highway, heading back towards their apartment. “My good luck charm worked then?” Y/n asked

“Always does,” Changbin smiled as he pulled open the center console and pulled out her panties, putting them in his pocket. “Dirty girl.”

“You like it,” Y/n smiled

“I do. I’d kiss you right now if I could.”

“Should pull over then,” Y/n said. I don't wanna wait till we get home.”

Changbin smirked as he pulled off to the shoulder. It was so early in the morning that there weren’t many— if any— other cars out on the road. He pulled the car to a stop and shut off his engine. He pushed his seat back a bit then pulled his girlfriend over onto his lap.

Y/n smiled down at him, pressing her lips to his as he grabbed hold of her ass. Her hands gently held his neck. “Did so good tonight,” Y/n moaned into his mouth

“All for you,” Changbin told her.

Y/n ran her hands down his front till she found the button of his pants. Changbin held her up a bit as she unzipped his pants and pulled him out of the confines of his pants. Hand wrapping around his shaft and pumping him.

“Fuck baby,” Changbin groaned

“Feel good?” Y/n giggled

“Feel better if I was in you.”

Y/n hummed as he pulled up the fabric of her skirt, gripping it in his hands before she positioned herself over his tip. He was never more thankful for her giving him her panties as his good luck charm during races than after they finished racing. Never having the hassle of a barrier in the way.

Y/n held him up as she slowly sank onto him. His size parted her as both of them moaned. Changbin helped her ease down onto him, slowly filling her up till he was snug inside of her.

“You were just made for me, weren’t you?” He asked as he pulled his lips away from hers and let go of her skirt.

“Only you,” Y/n agreed as she slowly started rocking her hips back and forth. Changbin pushed her shirt up above her chest with a smile. Pulling her boobs out of their bra cups and wrapping his lips around one of her nipples. Sucking on the mound as his hand kneaded her other breasts. Y/n wrapped her arms around his head as she slowly started bouncing on him.

Feeling his moans through her skin. His free hand held her waist as she grabbed the seat behind him to steady herself whilst bouncing on her boyfriend. “So deep binnie,” Y/n moaned

“Gonna fuck you better when we get home. Promise,” he groaned

“Always fuck me good.”

Changbin smiled up at her, “Yeah? Did you age to the vet because you knew I’d win and fuck you how you deserve?”

“Mhmm,” Y/n nodded, “Wouldn’t have agreed if I didn’t believe in you.”

“I should marry you,” Changbin smiled as she picked up her speed. Making him moan as she grabbed hold of his neck with one hand and kissed him again. “Fill me up baby,” Y/n pleaded.

Changbin didn’t need to be told twice. Not when she rode him— if he had a weakness it would be his girlfriend riding him after a race. He groped onto her tightly as his dick switched inside her before filling her up. Y/n smiled against his lips as she rolled her hips against his, riding him till he came down from his orgasm. Changbin head laying back against the headrest.

Y/n moved her kisses down to his neck as his hands dropped from her body. Muttering how proud she was of his races tonight.

“I love you,” Changbin told her

“I love you too,” Y/n said as she sat up and let him slip out of her.

“I’ll make up good it when we get home,” Changbin said

“I know you will.”

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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 9 months ago

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Hi omg i absolutely love your work so much!! Literally had to turn on notifications just for you🩷 i wanted to request an enemies to lovers trope with ethan (but kinda slowburn) where he is really nice and shy/dorky with the rest of the group & rude to y/n specifically because he feels like thats the only way to get her attention. He walks in on her changing but leaves quickly due to embarrassment & a few days later just confesses during an argument and it ends in smut. Lots of angst & tension pls pls thank you so much🥲

Hiii! I hope you like it!

Holding on to You - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: Ethan thinks he needs to be a jackass to get your attention. After months of dealing with his annoying ways, he confesses how he feels.

Contains: fluff, angst, use of pet names, mean!ethan, dry humping, riding, p in v sex. (If I missed anything, let me know!)

A/N: Apparently if I get stoned and listen to Twenty One Pilots, I write longer fics lmao. 3.7k words...jeez.

When Chad and Ethan needed a new roommate, and you hated yours, you decided to take Chad up on his offer for you to move in. Yeah, living with two boys wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Well, Chad wasn’t as bad as you thought he would be. Ethan on the other hand, loved to do things to piss you off.

As you stood at the sink doing your own dishes, Ethan walked by and dropped a bowl in the sink.

“Seriously?” you asked, looking over at him.

“What? You’re already doing dishes.”

Chad walked in the room before you could say anything else to Ethan. He smirked at you as Chad started to speak.

“Hey dude, you want to go with me to get the pizza for tonight?” he asked. You were having your friends over, and you were happy to have an interaction with someone that wasn’t a guy.

“Yeah,” Ethan said, sitting a cup in the sink, too.

“I’m not doing all your dishes, Ethan!” you yelled, as he and Chad made their way to the door.

He turned around to look at you again, flashing a smile before walking out.

The way Ethan acted was infuriating sometimes. He was completely different in the presence of everyone else, but when it was just the two of you, he was so rude.

When your friends started to arrive after Chad and Ethan got back, you were grabbing plates out of the cabinet when Ethan walked up behind you.

“Let me take these. I wouldn’t want all of them to get shattered,” he said, reaching over you and grabbing the stack. You huffed as he sat them down on the counter.

“I wouldn’t have broken them,” you mumbled, looking up at him.

“You just broke one last week!”

“Well, if you didn’t stack so many plates on the top shelf so only you’re giraffe-looking ass was able to reach them, maybe it wouldn’t have happened,” you snapped, grabbing the plates off the counter and carrying them out to the living room.

“Thank you,” Chad said as you sat the plates down.

“Yeah, thank you,” Ethan said as he followed you out, the sweetness in his voice making you want to gag.

As you all sat around eating, Tara brought up needing help for one of her classes.

“I can help you,” Ethan said, “I took that class already.”

“Let me guess, you had the highest grade in the class?” Mindy asked, already knowing the answer.

“I can’t help that I have a photographic memory,” he said, taking a bite of his food. “But seriously, if you need my help, let me know.”

You were quiet as you focused on your phone, trying to distract yourself from Ethan. You hated that he could be so nice to everyone else but was a total dick to you. It was disappointing because at one point, you thought he was sweet. The kindness and the fact that he was tall and very attractive was starting to draw you in, but then his personality just flipped one day.

“Why are you being so quiet?” Tara asked you, as you scrolled through your phone.

“I got a text from my ex earlier. Still an asshole,” you sighed, “But he’s been liking all my Instagram photos that he unliked when we broke up.”

“Don’t give him another chance, please,” Mindy begged, “He treats you like shit.”

Your cheeks started to turn pink as you sat there. You didn’t want to directly tell them that you were considering it, but the knowing look on Chad’s face confirmed that you were doing a bad job at hiding it.

“Seriously? He’s going to be in here trying to square up with me and Ethan, because he’s an insecure idiot,” Chad said, his tone full of disappointment, “You know he’s not good for you.”

Ethan was really invested in the conversation happening in front of him. He’d always kind of hoped that you’d just tell him you were interested in him. The type of guys you normally went after was the reason he was being a jerk, after all. He’s always wanted your attention.

“That’s my type though, Chad,” you sighed sarcastically as he shook his head.

“Yeah, but you could go after a sweet guy, like my boy Ethan over here,” he said, gesturing to the curly-haired boy that started to blush. “He’s a snack, right?”

“That didn’t work when you pitched it to the cute girl at the Halloween Party, and it’s not going to work now,” you giggled, happy that you were able to make a little dig at Ethan since he always says rude things to you.

“That wasn’t nice. I think you’re a snack,” Chad said to Ethan, as Tara started to laugh at their bromance.

“At least someone does,” Ethan said, glancing over to you and looking down at his lap.

“I’m not saying you’re not attractive, Ethan,” you sighed, feeling guilty for being so mean, “I guess you are a snack.”

“Oh, am I sensing a love connection here?” Chad said in a horrible fake-British accent.

“I didn’t say that.”

As everyone started to leave for the night, you went in your room to change into your pajama shorts and a big t-shirt.

Just as you took off your jeans, shirt, and bra, the door to your room opened.

“Hey, you left your…” You grabbed your shirt you were about to change into and quickly covered yourself with it as Ethan stood there. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

When he turned around and pulled the door shut behind him, your cheeks turned bright red. The guy that loves be an ass to you had just seen you in nothing but your panties. You sighed as you pulled your shirt and shorts on and walked out to get some water.

You jumped when you saw a shadowy figure in the dark kitchen as you turned the corner.

“It’s just me,” Chad said, as you flipped the light switch.

“You scared the shit out of me!” you said, as he stood there eating some of the cold, leftover pizza. “Why are you eating in the dark?”

“Why are you so jumpy? That’s how Ethan was a minute ago when he walked in here,” he said, chewing his food. “He sat your phone on the counter, by the way.”

“Maybe we’re jumpy because you’re lurking in a dark kitchen,” you said, grabbing your phone.

“You’re probably right. Well, good night.”

As he walked back to his room, you pulled a cup out of the cabinet, getting some water. You couldn’t stop thinking about how awkward it was going to be to see Ethan again, which will happen eventually because he shares your living space.

That didn’t happen for several days, though. He intentionally avoided you, only coming out of his room if you weren’t home, or you were in your own room. It was starting to bother you, because even if he made you feel like shit before he walked in on you, he at least talked to you, and it was significantly less awkward.

When you walked out to the living room, you saw Chad and Ethan sitting on the couch watching tv. You flopped down a few cushions away from them, looking at the screen.

“Star Wars, huh? I wouldn’t expect anything less from you two dorks,” you joked, as Chad scoffed.

“You know, I used to think you were cool,” he said, throwing one of the decorative pillows at you.

You threw it back at him, hitting Ethan in the process.

“Hey!” he yelled, grabbing the pillow that eventually landed on Chad and threw it back at you.

“You know what we need? Snacks,” Chad said, standing up. He grabbed the remote to pause the movie. “Ethan, Cheetos?” he asked as Ethan nodded. “Do you want anything?” he asked you, walking towards the kitchen. “No, I’m good.”

“Suit yourself. Maybe if your nice, Ethan will share his snacks.”

You laughed at his comment as you looked over to Ethan. He wasn’t saying anything, but you could feel the tension in the air. The only thing that came to your mind was that he was probably dying inside from not saying anything shitty to you for the last several days.

“What are you looking at?” he snapped, glancing over to you.

“There it is. I thought you were never going to be mean to me again.”

“Believe it or not, I don’t feel like I should have to speak to you,” he said, as Chad walked back in, completely missing Ethan’s comment. “Thanks, man,” he said, after Chad handed him the Cheetos.

He pressed play on the movie again, as you tried to get interested in it.

“That thing is kind of cute,” you said, pointing at the character.

“Jar Jar Binks is cute? That explains your taste in men,” Chad said, as Ethan started to laugh.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked, staring both of the boys down.

“He’s one of, if not THE, most hated Star Wars characters,” Ethan said, looking over to you. “Just like how every single guy you date is completely unlikable.”

“You don’t have to call me out like that,” you sighed, standing up to grab the blanket that was on back of the couch behind Ethan. “Can you sit up a little bit so I can grab this,” you said, tugging on the fluffy material.

“No, I’m comfortable like this,” he said, his tone playful because Chad was beside him.

“Please, I’m cold,” you whined, as he rolled his eyes and sat up.

You grabbed the blanket and snuggled back up in your spot. Ethan kept looking over to you, trying to be as discreet as possible about it. You caught his gaze, giving him a ‘What’ look, before looking back at the tv.

When the movie was over, Chad stood up. “I think I’m going to Tara’s. You guys want to come?”

“Yeah, like I want to be there while you try to put moves on my friend,” you said, as he shrugged.

“She’s cute. I can’t help it. Ethan, you coming?”

“I don’t want to be a third wheel,” he sighed, “I have stuff to work on anyway.”

“Okay, I’ll be back later,” Chad said, pulling his hoodie on.

When Chad left, Ethan got up to walk to his room.

“Hey,” you said, as he stopped and turned a little to look at you, “If you hate me so much, why did you agree to me moving in?”

“Because you can pay the rent,” he said, “Is this conversation over?”

“No, it’s not,” you stood up, as he fully turned back around. “What the fuck happened? Because you used to be nice to me. Then you started to treat me like every other guy ever has.”

“Yeah? What was that jab a few nights ago where you made me feel like a loser in front of our friends?” he started to raise his voice at you, “Because that wasn’t very nice.”

“I wanted you to know what it feels like, Ethan! You treat me like I’m stupid! You know how many times I’ve gone to my room and cried over some of the things you’ve said to me?” you were yelling at this point, the anger in his face softening as he started to feel guilty. “You used to be so sweet and caring, I miss that Ethan.”

“I couldn’t be like that anymore,” he sighed, his eyes refusing to meet yours.

You were still mad, yelling “Why?” at him as he started to walk towards you.

“Because you aren’t interested in nice guys!” he yelled back, “You always go after people that don’t treat you right, when all I’ve wanted to do this whole time is to be what you want!”

“You really are dumb,” you started to laugh, shaking your head. “You had a fucking chance, Ethan! I was interested in you. It was weird for me, and I wasn’t sure how to act because you aren’t my normal type, but that’s what made me like you!”

“How was I supposed to know that?” he said, sighing as he sat back down on the couch. “I just wanted to be what you wanted.”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but there’s something wrong with my normal ‘type’,” you laughed, sitting beside him. “In some sick, twisted way, I think it’s sweet that you wanted my attention so bad.”

“So, it worked?” he asked, cocking his head to look at you.

“I’m not going to validate you being an asshole. I want you to be yourself, that’s the Ethan I like,” you smiled at him.

“I’m sorry for making you cry before, I feel awful about that,” he said, the guilt present on his face.

“Just don’t do it again.”

“I totally ruined everything, didn’t I?” he asked, “I remember you mentioned your ex the other night. Are you going to give him another chance?”

You started to laugh as you looked at him, “Why would I do that? I mean, unless you aren’t interested in me, and this is just some sick joke.”

“No, I’m interested,” he said, leaning in to kiss you.

The kiss was sweet at first, exactly what you expected from Ethan. He started to pull away, but your head moved with his, not wanting the kiss to end. His lips kept moving as you felt his tongue brush against your bottom lip. You started to straddle him as you let him deepen the kiss, his tongue dancing against yours. When you felt him get hard through his jeans, you pulled away to look at him. His eyes were dazed as he watched you, craving more.

“You okay?” you asked, your breathing heavy.

“Yeah, can we do that again?”

You leaned back in, his hands going to your hips as you kissed him. His grip tightened a little as he started to squirm underneath of you, desperate to get a little friction. His lips moved to your jaw, before kissing down your neck. You whimpered when he found your sweet spot, his mouth attacking it so you’d keep making that sound.

Your hands were resting against the hem of his shirt, so you started to lift it to graze your fingers over his toned stomach. He followed your lead, his hands rubbing against your sides underneath your shirt. Your breath hitched in your throat as his fingertips brushed against your ribs, the tickling feeling surprising you.

“You tensed up, are you okay with this?” he mumbled against your neck.

“Mhm,” you said, removing one of your hands from his abs and putting it under his chin. He lifted his head so your mouths could connect again, as you started to grind against him.

He started to groan into the kiss, his hips moving against yours. “Do you want to do this,” you asked pulling away a little. He nodded his head as you slid off of him to unbutton his jeans.

“Wait, are we about to fuck on the couch?” he asked, as you nodded.

“Stand up,” you said, grabbing his hands. You grabbed your blanket from the other side of the couch, spreading it across the cushions. “Now we don’t have to feel guilty whenever we see Chad sitting on the couch.”

He smiled as you slid his jeans down over his hips. “I think you should let me take something off of you.”

You smiled at him as you stepped back a little, your hands at your sides as you waited for him to make a move. His hands went to your shirt, lifting it over your head. He felt like his eyes were going to pop out off his skull when he realized you didn’t have a bra on.

“You’re even more perfect up close,” he said, leaning down to take one of your nipples in his mouth.

“How many times have you thought about me almost naked since the other night?” you asked, your fingers tangling in his hair as he moved his mouth.

“So many times,” he said as he pulled away and moved to the other one. He groaned a little at the feeling of your fingers tugging on his curls.

His hands reached down to the top of your jeans, slowly unbuttoning them, and sliding them down your hips. You shimmied out of them as you slid your feet out.

As you both stood there, he leaned in to kiss you again, the tent in his boxers pressing against you.

“Do you have a condom?” you asked, as he nodded.

“Good idea,” he said, running down the hall to his room. You took the opportunity to take off your panties as you waited for him to come back. His jaw dropped when he came back and saw you standing there, completely nude. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“It can’t happen until these come off,” you said, grabbing the waistband of his boxers and sliding them down his thighs. After he stepped out of them, you pushed him back onto the couch.

He opened the condom as he sat there, rolling it on his hard cock. You really started to look at his size, nervous that it wouldn’t fit inside of you. His hands reached out, grabbing yours to pull you back on his lap. You kissed him as you grabbed his erection and lined it up with your soaked core.

“Oh fuck,” you whined, sinking down onto him. You sat in place as you kept kissing him, giving yourself enough time to adjust to the pressure as he stretched your walls.

When you started to roll your hips, his hands held onto them. “God, this feels amazing,” he said, loving the feeling of you around him. “You’re so tight.”

As you started to bounce on him, his thrusts started to meet yours. You kept making eye contact with him as his mouth started to fall open, faint moans slipping past his lips.

“That’s so hot,” you moaned, as he looked at you, trying to understand what you meant. “You can be as vocal as you want, baby. I love it.”

His heart melted as you called him ‘baby’, loving the sound of it. He started to get a little louder, letting you know exactly how good he was feeling.

“Rub my clit,” you whimpered, as your hands went to his shoulders to stabilize yourself so you could move faster.

His fingers started to rub circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves, the whines flying out of your mouth echoing off the walls. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

His fingers soon sped up as your moaning got higher. “Yes yes yes,” you cried out, that euphoric feeling so close to taking over your body, “I’m gonna cum.”

Your pussy started to flutter around him as your body started to tense up. He kept thrusting up into you, so close to his own orgasm. “Shit, gonna cum,” he groaned out, his hand leaving your clit and going back to your hip as he pounded into you. “Fuuuuck.”

He let out a long, shaky breath as he released into the condom. Your body relaxed against his as his hands rubbed your back. “You okay, baby?” he asked, as you nodded against his shoulder.

You laid there for a few more minutes, just enjoying his arms around you. “You want to take a shower?” you asked your fingers rubbing across his chest.

“I’d love to.”

When you were in the shower with Ethan, he was so sweet and caring. As he ran the soapy loofah across your back, you started to tear up a little. No one had ever done anything like this for you. Any other guy you’d showered with expected round two, but Ethan just wanted to take care of you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, as you stood under the water, the suds washing off your body.

“Stop. You keep saying stuff like that, you’re going to make me fall for you,” you laughed, as he laced his fingers with yours.

“You promise? Because you’re so amazing, and so perfect,” he said, and you knew he meant every word he was saying.

After the shower, you grabbed the blanket off the couch and threw it in the washer, before starting it. It would’ve made no sense to put the blanket down if you were just going to leave it there. Ethan walked up behind you, wrapping his hands around your waist. “You’re still naked.”

“You are, too,” you said, turning to face him. “I want to cuddle tonight. Your bed or mine?”

“Let’s grab your clothes and lay in mine. You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about you in my bed,” he said, leaning in to kiss you.

“Okay, let’s go before Chad comes home and sees us naked,” you giggled, pulling away from him to run down the hall.

The next morning, you woke up with your head on Ethan’s chest and his arms wrapped around you. You sat up a little, your tired eyes connecting with his as he opened them.

“You look so cute first thing in the morning,” he said, sitting up too.

“I’m starving,” you said, running your hand through your hair as you attempted to tame the bed head.

“I could take you out to breakfast, if you’d like to.”

“I’d like that,” you said softly, leaning in to peck his lips.

You bumped into Chad in the hallway as you both walked out of Ethan’s room.

“Uh…okay,” he said, as you started to laugh. “Was I right about the love connection?” His fake accent was back as you rolled your eyes.

“You’re so annoying,” you mumbled, walking into your room to change.

When your door closed, Chad whisper-yelled, “Yessss dude I’m so proud of you! You’ve been crushing on her forever.”

“It’s a long story, but I’m so excited that she’ll know how it feels to be treated right.”

Chad and Ethan started to do a little happy dance as you walked out of your room, both of them stopping as you smirked.

“You ready to go?” you asked, reaching out to grab Ethan’s hand.

“Yeah, I’m starving.”

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misserabella · 1 year ago

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forbidden jealousy

stepsister! ellie x fem! reader

summary; ellie liked you. she had for a very long time. one kiss when you get drunk might mean that you do too.

cw; no +18 content minors dni!!, loser! ellie, ellie is a pain in the ass, drugs and alcohol, smoking weed, fights, blood, pinning, masturbation (ellie), sa (non-consensual touching) to reader from another boy (ellie takes care of him🤭), make out sessions, kissing, hickeys, ellie is a fuck boy, jealousy, possessiveness, fluff at the end<3…

a/n; i’d you don’t like the stepsister dynamic don’t interact! <333

Growing up, your mom always told you to never say you hated someone, ‘cause hate was a really strong feeling. And she was right. Hate was a strong feeling. But that’s what you felt when you looked into the eyes of your stepsister, pure and raw hatred.

When she first moved in when you two were just 16, you tried to make friends with her. You tried.

Ellie was rude. A green eyed slim yet toned girl that went only to her thing. Always on her business. Joel, her father was a serious man until you got to know him and grew closer to him once, you moved into his house with Ellie. You liked it, it was big, greatly decorated and rural. It was… a home. Ellie only seemed to be on a greater mood when he was around. He was her father after all. Though she felt… threatened. The idea of another girl close to her age grabbing all the attention wasn’t something she liked to think about. You were younger by one year. And quiet. Shy. Total opposite of her. Sure. She wasn’t the greatest at making friends and being nice to people. But she was cool. And good looking. So she had a lot of friends. She didn’t share much with you. Not about her life or what she liked… Though you got to know her through the years.

Ellie Williams. Second year art student. A pure heartthrob. She had probably already fucked half the whole campus. Played the guitar. Smoked cigarettes during the day and blunts late at night when no one could catch her. She was the soul of the party. You knew it would be a good party if she was gonna be there.

Everybody knew Ellie Williams. And because everybody knew her, everybody knew you.

And that. She didn’t like.

While growing up, Ellie didn’t treat you that great. She was always grumpy while being near you. She was harsh, sometimes pranking you or bothering you. She laughed at you quite often, making fun of you at school. But there was this time that she pushed your books to the floor to make you kneel and pick them back up on high school, laughing as you rolled your eyes. Her laughter died pretty quickly though, when she saw one of her ‘friends’ step on your hand when you reached for your maths book, making you hiss in pain. His foot was away from your hands just as quick as his ass landed on the floor, a very pissed off Ellie standing over him with her knuckles now painted on blood. “Touch her again and I’ll break your skull.” she muttered through her teeth.

It was clear that no one ever touched you again. You were hers to mess with. Only hers. That was at her 17s, now at her 20s everybody knew that as a rule. Mess with Ellie’s sister, you mess with her.

If you asked her the reason of her actions, she’d probably not been able to answer. Not then. But now; jealousy.

Ellie was jealous. Something she has known for a very long time was that she liked girls. Something she didn’t know though, not until she finally realized was that she liked you. She couldn’t help it, really. You were so pretty. And sweet. And smart. And she’d get so jealous when any girl or boy would get near you, talk to you, touch you… It drove her crazy. You drove her crazy.

Nothing had changed with the years. You still were the smart more calm kid and she was… Her. Still with the same buried feelings, with the same longing and the same lust.

“Jesus Christ.” she muttered to herself when she saw you coming down the stairs, dressed in a cute tight shirt and a little jean skirt that hugged your hips so fucking good… Your thighs were exposed for her to see, the cut of your shirt low, your hair perfectly brushed and down. Your makeup was light, but so pretty, mascara making your eyes pop and glossy lips making her bit down onto her bottom one.

“Morning baby.” your mother greeted you, leaving a kiss on your cheek.

“Morning mom. Joel.” you said hi to your stepfather, who gave you a smile.

“Mornin’, hon.”

Ellie continued eating the breakfast in which she almost choked on, drinking water as her eyes scanned you up and down.

You always dressed so cute. With dresses and skirts. Even when you wore pjs or a plain sweatpants you looked cute. You always looked beautiful. And that made her so angry and frustrated. ‘Cause you catch her attention. You catch everyone’s attention.

You looked at Ellie. She looked like every other day; good. She was wearing a pair of black loose jeans with a white wife beater. Her hair was still damp due to a shower she must have gotten first thing in the morning. You could smell her perfume from where you stood.

Over the years. You two still ‘hated’ each other. But not as much. Time heals. Or at least makes you stand people you can’t stand.

“Morning Els.”

“Hmm.”

You rolled your eyes at her answer. She was always so…, expressive. Sarcastically speaking, obviously.

You sat down beside her, pouring milk in one of the bowls to eat some cereal, trying not to look to much at her exposed arms. She had really grown into herself. She was still pretty skinny, but really toned. She hit the gym casually, and liked playing sports every now and then. You still remember her golden days as the soccer team’s captain in high school and how many hours you’d spend watching her games with Joel and your mom. Somehow, you never complained. Ellie had… something. Something that draw you in. She always caught your attention somehow. Maybe that’s why she had become so popular. And so desired.

Ellie tried. Tried not to look at you. But fuck, your jean skirt had riled up your squishy thighs, and now she could see just the slightest of your clothed cunt. She almost cursed out loud. She knew you liked lace. While during laundry she’d see your underwear, it was something out of her control. Thongs, cute lace panties… It drove her insane. She couldn’t help but imagine you wearing a pair for her when she’ll find her hand down her pants. She had seen you naked. Those times when she’d accidentally walk on you while you were changing in your room. She wasn’t proud of just how hard she fucked her cunt afterwards, locked in her room late at night, muffling her moans as she groaned. ‘Yeah, fuck, just like that, good girl…’ But she couldn’t help it. She was in deep.

You caught her attention once again, getting her out of her train of thought when while getting a spoon fool milk spilled from your lips and dripped down your chin. It almost looked like…

“I’m out.” she said, getting up in a jump and leaving her breakfast half finished. She was starting to get mad. Jealousy. It was always jealousy. Sometimes she just wanted to fuck everything up. Fuck you up. Kiss you. Fuck you like she has been dreaming for for years. She couldn’t help but wonder how you’d look under her as she split you open with her cock.

She knew how you sounded, though.

One night she had come home later and heard you, your muffled moans a little bit too loud for anyone to hear since your parents were out for the night. You had ended up alone. And so pent up due to tests that… Well, you decided than a good fuck would help you relieve the tension. You didn’t hear your stepsister come into your house, even less climb up the stairs. You were so gone buried in your sheets, fucking yourself with your vibrator that well, you had even forgotten to properly close the door to your room, thinking that you’d be completely alone for the night since Ellie had disappeared once again.

Ellie almost stepped inside. Almost took the toy in between your thighs to fuck you like she wanted. Like she knew you deserved. ‘Cause fuck, she couldn’t see much due to the low lights, but she could definitely see the silhouette of your body, the thrusting of your hand, your left teasing your breasts and the curve of your back as you arched in pleasure. By the time you finally came, she had soaked her boxers, and needed to take a cold shower to cool off. ‘Cause fuck. She almost fucked it up.

Through the years, she never actually saw anyone come into your house. She brought girls every now and then. But you? It was hard to figure out. She didn’t even know you were into girls until one afternoon after she came back from Dina’s place high out of her mind, she caught you kissing some chick on the sofa of your living room. There was a horror film playing and the girl’s hands had somehow found your ass as you sat on her lap, tongue in her mouth. Ellie swore she almost burned right there and then, almost beat the shit out of that girl. But again. You weren’t nothing. She was just your stepsister. So she just awkwardly left the two of you alone and went back out of the door without making a sound. She didn’t want to hear you fucking her. She couldn’t. It would kill her. Or she would kill her. So she left, and instead fucked the first girl she found on her snap.

Joel and your mom tried to say their goodbyes but she was quick to slam the door on her back and getting inside her car.

“Fuck.” she groaned, hands quick in getting out of the compartment of her car an already rolled blunt, lighting it as soon as it touched her lips. She couldn’t handle this anymore. She was gonna burst.

She couldn’t touch you. Couldn’t talk to you in the way that she wanted. Couldn’t get mad when she’d see any girl or boy flirting with you at school. ‘Cause you were her stepsister. She wasn’t supposed to be feeling this way about you. But she did. And it was getting out of her control.

You with your stupid smile and your stupid voice, and…

“Fuck!” she banged her steering wheel. Taking a big deep drag of her blunt before starting the car and pulling out of there.

Your day started like any other, getting into school to meet up with your friends and make your way to your classes. You had seen Ellie earlier by the benches outside, smoking with her friends. She looked pissed. Eyebrows knitted together and jaw about to break by how hard she was gritting her teeth. But when wasn’t she? She was sitting down, manspreading as she took hits of her cigarettes, her hair messily swaying with the wind. She always looked effortlessly beautiful, green eyes shining under the sun, freckles growing in the summer. Suddenly, those same eyes were on you, and…

“So… You going to tonight’s party?” your friend Laura asked, pulling you away from… Ellie. It was incredible how much time you actually spend thinking about her. How much she passed through your head.

“Uh? Oh, no.” you quickly shook your head.

“Ellie is going.” she smiled and you hummed looking at your schedule to see what your next class would be. Good party then.

“Another reason to not go.” you muttered and she rolled her eyes.

“Oh come on, you never go to parties. I always end up alone and you always bury yourself in between books.” she groaned. “Can’t you go to this one? There would even be a pool. It’ll be fun!” you looked at her, and she took your arm, shaking you. “Please, please, please!” she begged and you groaned.

“Okay, fine!” you said, and she smiled.

“Amazing! I need to go meet up with Brady. But I’ll see you later alright? Love you!” you rolled you eyes, still hugging her back when her arms surrounded your waist.

“See you.”

“You going to the party?” a voice startled you from your back as you opened your locker. You turned on your back just to face a leaning in Ellie. She had one of her hands against the lockers, caging you in in between them and her with no scape. She smelled like her. A mix of her perfume, tobacco and weed. It was intoxicating. Somehow it always made you feel dizzy. Her eyes were reddish, pupils dilated but completely fixated on you.

“Yeah.” you simply answered. Why was she so curious all of a sudden? Why did she care?

“Fuck.” she groaned, her other hand squeezing the bridge of her nose as she sighed. “You really have to fuck everything up for me?” you frowned.

Parties where the only place Ellie could take her mind out of you ‘cause you were never there. She’d get high, or drunk, fuck some girl and just… Forget about you for a couple of hours. And now you wanted to get that away from her too? She didn’t want you there. Because if you were she wouldn’t be able to take her eyes away from you. And just to think about you finding some girl to spend the night with, dance with her, kiss her in front of her fucking face…

“What?” you scoffed, your eyebrows raising.

“Don’t go.” she ordered and you let out a sarcastic laughter.

“And who are you to tell me what to do and not to do?”

“Shit. You’re still the same fucking spoiled princess, huh? Everything has to be your way, right? I’m tired of your shit.” you were in disbelief. Where was this coming from? Was it so bad that you had agreed to go to a party?

“You’re a fucking dick.” you said, pushing her away, but she took your face.

She stared at you, into your eyes, her jaw tight. She was breathing heavy. And you would have been scared. But you were fucking angry.

“Get out of my face.” you spat, and this time you pushed her away with enough force to make her step away from you. You closed your locker with a clash and walked away. She watched you, biting the inside of her cheek before turning around and opening the doors of the school to leave the place.

She needed to get high.

You didn’t see Ellie again, not until the party.

You’d decided to go for a short red dress that cut just below your ass and a pair of black heels that made your legs look insanely good. Your eyes were smokey, and your lips glossed in red. You weren’t much of party girl. The amount of people that would be there always caused you to get stressed and the loud music would give you headaches after long hours. Laura had come and picked you up with her car. The calmness of your house made you feel uneasy.

The party was big. And your skin was itching under the bikini you had put underneath your dress. There were beers and drink’s everywhere, people laughing and talking, dancing on the dance floor. The music wasn’t bad too.

You found Ellie on the stoners zone. Of course. She was wearing one of her wife beaters and a pair of sweat shorts that showed the muscles of her thighs.

She had this blonde girl on top of her, kissing her. Her hands were on her ass, and her tongue was deep in her throat. She smirked when the blonde whispered something in her ear, just to start sucking on her neck afterwards. You tried to look away, but just as you were about to she noticed you, and her smile simply disappeared, a pissed off expression taking over her features before she took the girl by the neck and kissed her again, her eyes on you.

You looked away, something bubbling in your stomach that left you a bitter aftertaste on your mouth. You knew Ellie. You had grown with her in the last few years. She played with girls. Fucked them and trashed them. You knew this would be just another girl. But you still felt…

Your friend tugged from your hand, getting you out of your train or thought. “Come on!” she smiled, and you followed, looking back to see Ellie still looking at you. You gulped and looked away, your blood feeling hot. “Here. I got you a drink.” Laura handed you a glass that you took.

“Thanks.” you said, taking a swing of the drink.

“Let’s dance!” you nodded, and she guided you through the dancing crowd, stopping to jump to the music. You followed, downing your drink. Which ended up being the first of many that night.

You were drunk. Really drunk. Through your mind the image of Ellie kissing that girl playing over and over again. Why couldn’t you take her out of your mind? Why did you care?

You pushed away a pair of hands that found your hips, wobbling on the dance floor.

“Hey baby.” a voice came from being your back, hugging you. You didn’t recognize the guy that had his hands all over you. So you pushed him away once again. “Oh, come on, I just wanna dance. Don’t be mean.” you groaned when he tried to pull you against him once again.

“Leave me alone.” you slurred, but he wasn’t backing up. Where was Laura? You looked around, feeling dizzy. Shit. How much had you drink?

“You sure about that, beautiful? I could really make a great company.” he smirked but you shook your head, and before you could push him away once again, someone was already throwing a punch at him, making him let you go.

Your dizzy eyes found a well known auburn hair in front of you, swinging at the boy’s face until blood was spilling all over the floor.

“Ellie.” you called out for her, with shaky legs walking towards her to grip her shoulder. “Ellie!” you pulled from her. “Stop. Stop.” you begged, pulling from her arm until she finally let go of the guy, who covered his newly broken and bloody nose with his hands. “It’s enough. I’m okay.“ her bloody hands came to cup up your face, looking for anything. If that guy had hurt you she swore she would fucking kill him. She was panting. “I’m okay.” you promised, lightheaded.

She then took your hand, and got the two of you out of there.

“Els…”

“I told you to not come!” she yelled, blood running hot through her body. She was so pissed. And so worried. “You always have to fuck everything up!” she frustratedly sighed, hands on her hair, never minding the blood on them.

“Ellie…” you tried stepping closer, grass under your heels, but she cut you off.

“Don’t.” she said. “Don’t; ‘cause if you talk about it I’ll come back inside and fucking kill him.” her knuckles were white by how hard she was fisting her hands. “Fucking pig, getting his hands all over you…” She cleaned off some blood on her cheek with her shirt, showing her toned abdomen. “Nobody is supposed to touch you. Nobody but me.” she said, stepping closer, jaw strong. You looked away, suddenly feeling too hot. She didn’t mean anything by it. She was just being a good sister. She was just playing her part. Get out of your head. “Look at me.” she ordered, taking your jaw with her hand and making you look back at her. Her eyes were on yours, her breath hitting your face. She was so close you were trembling. Her eyes fell to your lips just to go back to your eyes. You were staring at her lips, and her heart raced. “You know you drive me insane?” You looked good. You always did. But tonight… Fuck. She hadn’t been able to take her eyes away from you, not for a second of the whole goddamn party, biting her bottom lip to try and hold herself back from pulling you away from there and get you home. Where no one could try to flirt with you, or buy you the drinks that you so happily accepted every time.

Your breath hitched when she backed you up against the wall of the house, your back bumping against the wall, one of her hands on your hip, brushing circles with her thumb. “Cat got your tongue, princess?” you couldn’t speak. Not when she was this close. You were staring at her lips again. Your mind was dizzy. Fuck, your heart was racing. What was happening. Why were you so nervous?

Now you were surrounded by Ellie. Everywhere. You only could sense her, smell her… It didn’t disgust you. She smelled so good… Now you could understood why the other girl would bury herself on her neck…

Your eyes drifted to her, to the hickeys, and that churning sensation on your stomach came back. Maybe you were drunk, that’s why you found yourself touching her. Touching her neck with your hand. You felt her tense underneath your touch.

“What are you doing?”

“What’s her name?” you inquired her, ignoring her own question. She frowned, her tongue wetting her lips.

“Does it matter?”

“What’s her name?” you tried again, this time slower. She sighed.

“I don’t know. Can’t remember it.” she shrugged.

“She sure knows how to suck.” you joked, but you were pissed off. Something inside you was begging to be the one on her lap, the one that put those marks there.

Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy.

Ellie hummed, not really knowing how to respond. Your hand moved slowly to the back of her neck, making goosebumps rise on her skin, and then to her hair, pulling from her closer, your breath on her neck.

“Stop.”

“Why? I’m not doing anything.”

She sighed when you left a kiss on her neck. And another, and another. You couldn’t help it anymore. You were burning. You needed to touch her.

“You’re drunk.” you hummed. Sucking, and she groaned. She tasted so good. You couldn’t stop. “Baby…” she whined, and you only moved to the next bruise, making yours over that girl’s. The hand on your hip pulled you closer.

“Better.” you slurred, looking at the new marks that you had made over the girl’s. Ellie almost moaned.

“I need to get you home.” she said, gritting her teeth. This was really the time for her. She wanted you. Wanted you so bad. But you were drunk. Really drunk. “Come on, princess.” she pleaded, her control growing thin. Her need was thick in the air.

You nodded, but your arms were surrounding her neck, pulling her closer. Your eyes were glued to her lips. Now you wanted to taste them. They looked soft. Would they be soft? You wanted to know how it felt to kiss her. Wanted to feel what all those girls felt. You only leaned closer, until your lips were sealed together. Her eyes shot open, frozen until you started moving your lips, what made her lean on the kiss. She moaned, opening her mouth for you tongue when it slid over her bottom lip.

You kissed her with need. Slow but starving. Wet tongue against the other, spit running down your chin. You gasped into each other’s mouth for air just to come back for more. She pushed you harder against the wall of the house, her hands on your hips, her fingertips digging on the plush of your skin. It was when you whimpered that her mind finally came back from the clouds and found the strength to pull away, cursing. Her cheeks were flushed, pupils dilated and lips swollen.

“Let’s go home.”

You passed out in the car.

When you woke up again, Ellie had you in between her arms. You could hear the steady heartbeat of her heart against your ear as she silently carried you into your house and upstairs. Your parents weren’t home, having gone out tonight with some friends. You closed your eyes, blissed in the heat of her body and the swaying of her movement. She was so careful…, holding you as if you were made of glass.

She opened the door to your room and softly laid you down on the bed, taking your heels off. She fought with herself over your clothes. Should she take them off and help you change into some pijamas? Should she leave them on? Trying to be respectful, she helped you change after having put on a large t-shirt on you, carefully sliding off your shoulders the straps of your dress and undoing the ribbons in the back of your neck and your back to take off the top half of your bikini. She was surely not changing the bottoms. Instead, she slid up your legs a pair of shorts so you’d be more covered. You were groaning everyone she’d move you, and she’d gently shush you. “I know, princess, let me just put this on and I’ll let you sleep, hm?” You missed out on the praises that would leave her lips when you’d nod. “Good girl.”

The sheets were fresh against your burning body. You sighed as she pushed the covers over your legs.

She turned on the little lamp on your bedside table, knowing how scared you were of the dark. She would laugh about it, it had always been like this. She’d prank you when you were smaller by hiding in the dark and making weird noises to scare you. She still found it cute.

It was when she was about to leave to her own room that you spoke, light and small.

“Stay.” she looked at you, your eyes droopy with sleep.

She debated what to do in her mind. She had always wanted to sleep with you. To hold you though the night and wake up with you in between her arms, but… Could she? Her mind was a mess. You had kissed her. You had kissed her. And now you were asking her to stay and sleep with you. Shit. She didn’t know what to do.

“Please?” she sighed, nodding.

“Okay, I’ll stay.”

“With the lights on?” you inquired, you sounded so tired she just wanted to bury her face on your neck and hug you to sleep.

“With the lights on.” she promised, and you smiled. And fuck. She loved it when you smiled.

She slid into your bed fully dressed, and you were quick to find her in between the sheets. You sighed against her chest.

“Night.”

“Good night princess.”

When you woke up the morning after, Ellie was gone.

❤️hope y’all liked it!

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mosaickiwi · 5 months ago

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Ahh i totally forgot to send it :’)

(Tumblr hates me so sorry if you get this ask twice)

Hii momo <3

My headcanon is:

“What if Angel gets isekai’d in the game. But instead of getting to live the life of the MC, they switch roles with a certain hacker, unexpectedly getting trapped in the game mechanics. Will they be able to make it out? Or will they be forced to live the days over and over on a loop”

hiii ashe!!! no i will not write teo fic <333 (froggy hats are NOT enough payment sorry!!)

Flip the Script(s) - Isekai AU??

Flip the script like the saying goes but also a script like coding… is this funny to anyone but me… anyways have some messy thoughts hehe

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

🖤 Flipped [REDACTED]

📜 No glitch powers or awareness anymore. Keeps most of his backstory intact, but gets og!Angel's main plot relevant traits which are:

Secretly obsessed with AoG and therefore Haruko (this is extremely funny to me).

Someone proposed to him as a kid and he doesn't remember.

Moved back to Corland, lives in a crappy apartment, works as a librarian.

📜 For the sake of the plot being able to move forward, he can't be as clever or observant but otherwise their personality is pretty much the same. Just without the Angel obsession.

📜 (Lack of) friendship with other characters?? Probably treats them the same as River at best: he doesn't really mind most of them. This is more like a debuff so there's at least a guarantee that Ren won't wind up on another character’s route unless Angel majorly fucks up. Also I can't imagine him putting up with any of the main cast besides Conan for more than 5 minutes.

📜 I think it's funny for River and Leon to swap places too!! So River also proposed to Ren lmfao (and Leon still gets to be Angel’s best friend, only now he’s cautiously supportive of all the wild shit they have to do to make the game progress).

💜 Flipped Angel

📜 I have a specific Angel in mind but obviously bits and pieces here are not universal to all Angels fdjsalkfjldska

📜 Their goal is to leave, but they aren’t even sure how to. Has to play the manipulative yandere role in some ways, otherwise the game falls apart.

📜 Angel’s only inherited traits are the ones [REDACTED] loses, so glitch powers + awareness. They at least have isekai semi-omniscience:

Knows they're in a yandere romance game

Knows a few of the characters from browsing social media

Can see the UI and therefore the choices Ren makes

Hit by the truck once they press the start button so they don’t know much of the plot outside of meeting Ren at the library

💙 Game Rules - that Angel is not aware of without doing some trial and error

📚 The plot/narration/dialogue etc. doesn't have to (and logically can't) be one-for-one, but pivotal choices remain the same.

📚 The day restarts by itself if Angel’s meter is too low to make any progress (as in [REDACTED] doesn't show enough interest, or shows hostility towards them). Angel can also restart the day themselves once they figure out how the glitch powers work.

📚 Choices that would normally lead to dead ends force Angel to end and restart them the same way [REDACTED] does—by breaking in to his apartment at night.

📚 They can't escape until they reach the true ending to reset the game back to normal, and reach another ending as og!Angel. Except now [REDACTED] remembers everything that happened.

💙 Goofy things to chew on

😋 [REDACTED] would still be a clean freak, so finding the mattress with a hole on day 1 would absolutely piss him off. Bro (rightfully) harasses their landlord 24/7.

😋 [REDACTED] also still terrible with finances… poor Angel has to figure out asap how to hack to give him more money before he has to move in with River (River route canon!!!).

😋 [REDACTED] either has to ignore Teo’s entire existence, or every single interaction is a minefield since Teo would live for pissing him off. River (poorly) plays mediator.

😋 Angel could outright suck at murder. Sledgehammer? Too heavy. Knives? Too messy. Screaming on the inside when [REDACTED] still doesn’t go home with them on day 2 after they’ve tried so hard. Olivia getting murdered simply does not happen anymore, they give up and force another reset.

😋 Elanor having the worst time at work because [REDACTED] gets customer complaints every single day but Conan won't fire him (the plot compels him). And then mutters insults about her being clumsy when she tries to correct his manners.

😋How are Moth and [REDACTED] even friends... enemies on the forums until some third party comes in with the most wild take on AoG?? Enemy of my enemy is my friend. But most of the time they're insulting each other.

😋 Leon watching Angel lose their shit seemingly out of nowhere (because of all the restarts) during a hangout. Consoling them awkwardly while they cry about the emo boy they’ve been stalking and how they don’t know how to ride a motorcycle.

😋 The trio being River, Jae, and Teo instead has disaster possibilities. Leon was the one keeping them from getting TOO destructive, and I feel like River is absolutely on board with every terrible idea. So Corland might as well be going up in flames in the background while Angel attempts romance.

💜 And a short fic!!! Angel's "first" day

Day 1, Attempt #0

You know right away that you’re in some type of isekai situation. An oddly luxurious but empty apartment that you woke up in. A hallway that’s just as empty, and when you knock on all the neighboring doors, nobody’s home. Weird, but not enough to set off any alarms. Getting back home should be simple.

You head to the library and finally find someone, at least. That blonde girl Ellen? Elaine? Whatever her name is, she smiles as you walk in… and then greets you like a patron? Weren’t you meant to be co-workers? You’re completely confused until the person that you spot in a far aisle isn’t a pink-haired stranger, but instead someone decked head to toe in black fabric and silver chains.

Ohh it’s THIS one. The one you’ve seen in fan art sometimes. He’s supposed to be the real Ren, but you thought he’d be dressed up as “Haruko" at first. Something is wrong.

You slowly walk up and tap his shoulder, but they recoil at your presence. There’s a name tag stuck to his shirt—did he work here? The name is scribbled out completely.

“Um… I was wondering if you could help me?” you timidly ask.

His eyes roll as if you’re bothering him, instead of asking him to do his job. “Y’lookin’ for somethin’?” [REDACTED] mutters.

“Yes! Sort of. It's a long story. Maybe we could go to your place and talk?” Normally, you aren't this forward. But from what little you've read, they're the type to go along with anything his ‘Angel’ says, so this should be easy.

Something pops up in front of you. A small pair of black boxes with words in them. “Invite them over” in one, and “Don't invite them over” in the other. Finally, something like a system. You were wondering if you'd have to play through the game without any clear help.

You reach your hand out, but the second choice seems to get chosen all on its own, and the menu disappears once more. You worriedly look back up only to be met with pure disgust in the man's gaze.

“...How ‘bout y’do us both a favor n’ fuck off, yeah?” the venom in his tone startles you, forcing you to take a few steps back. “I'd rather not lose my job f’beating the shit out of a patron.”

“What—”

“Leave.”

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

Day 2, Attempt #14

It took you longer than you wanted to admit to realize that the pink hair dye in the bathroom was meant for you.

On the 9th time you approached [REDACTED] for your ‘meet cute,’ you’d finally noticed the little character pin keeping his scribbled out name tag in place. An acrylic, chibi face that looked strikingly similar to the bloodied image on the title screen you saw before winding up in the game.

The thought didn’t occur to you until then. Talking to him was like pulling teeth when he didn’t even care to try, but… If you were taking his place, and they were taking yours… wouldn’t he be more open to talking with someone that was maybe into the same weird anime he was?

So you reluctantly bleached and dyed your hair in pastel pink, put on the sweater despite the horrid summer weather, and went off to the library once again. Unfortunately, it worked.

While he wasn’t outright hostile like the first couple of times, he wasn’t completely interested, either. But the conversation was friendly enough. As friendly as they seemed capable of being, anyway.

Thanks to frying your hair, you made it all the way through the day after a few more tries. You even managed to get invited over somehow. Instead of waking up in that all too familiar empty apartment for the millionth time, you woke up on a terribly put together couch. Just as you sat up to stretch and work the kinks out of your back, you spotted a rat skittering behind a table across the room.

You were grateful that he hadn’t chosen to make you sleep on the floor.

#14 days with you #14dwy redacted #14dwy #14dwy ren #momo reqs #14dwy au #is this a crack au #redacted being mean to angel nooooooo #ashe when i get u... /silly

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Why’d you start writing? Wanted to write self-indulgent fluffy Wilbur fics, since I didn’t see to many! And look where that got me lol

Do you listen to anything while you write? Depends! I’ll either shuffle my liked songs, listen to an episode of the Imp & Skizz podcast, or put on some weather documentaries on Youtube.

I sent my ask in a week ago, but you haven’t gotten to it yet! Why? Don’t trust my AuDHD ass to be efficient. Sometimes I write all the headcannons in my inbox because I’m not in the mood to write a fic, or vice versa. I’m also prone to having my chronic pain flare up, or I forget this app exists. I eventually get to everything, I swear!

Why do you support Wilbur? His ex’s stories have far too many holes and no proof whatsoever. She’s also said some horrendous things about people with depression, not to mention contradicting herself every time she speaks about this ‘abuse’. My entire reasoning is far too long to fit here, but this document sums up a lot.

What I Will Write

~NSFW/SFW Bursona headcannons

~NSFW/SFW Bursona oneshots/short fics

~Smut, fluff, and a bit of angst and hurt/comfort!

~Any and all Bursonas are fair game for requests! You can see which I’ve written for before below the cut, but I’m always willing to write for a new Bursona :)

~Anything NSFW will be written with an AFAB body and she/her pronouns, and most SFW posts will be gender neutral, they/them pronouns and no specific body/anatomy mentioned.

What I Won’t Write

~Noncon/rape

~Piss/scat/anything with bodily fluids

~Step parent/sibling/incest stuff (just no. eww.)

~Age play/anything to do with minors

~Anything from a porn/TikTok link (I don’t have TikTok and I find porn disgusting)

~Anything I’m just not comfy with, so if you’re not sure, ask!

My Ask Box

Temporarily off so I can catch up 😅

My Tags

~All my writing is under #princesswrites

~All my headcannons are under #princesshcs

~All my fics are under #princessfics

~All my other bullshit is under #princessother

Anonymous List

Shoot me an ask, let me know you’d like to be an anon and which emoji(s) you’d like me to use for you, and you’ll be right here!

~🧭 anon

~🐧✨ anon

~🐝 anon

~🌺 anon

~🧃 anon

~🫀 anon

~🥧 anon

~🐈 anon

~👓 anon

~🐦⬛️/🐦‍⬛ anon

~💤🐈‍⬛ anon

~🐻💗 anon

~🪼 anon

~👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 anon

~📼 anon

~🧟‍♀️ anon

~🌹 anon

~🪼🌊 anon

Masterlists (sorted by Bursona) below cut! Happy reading!

Wilbur Soot Masterlist

Superstarbur Masterlist (Who is Superstarbur?)

Simpbur Masterlist

Princebur Masterlist

Godbur Masterlist

Beardbur Masterlist

Emobur Masterlist

Sirenbur Masterlist

Streamerbur Masterlist

Revivebur Masterlist

Sorrybur Masterlist

Soothousebur Masterlist

Vampirebur Masterlist

Incelbur Masterlist

Soberbur Masterlist

Miscellaneous Masterlist

#princessother

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olderthannetfic · 9 months ago

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I kinda understand “minors don’t interact” and similar things, but one thing I always laugh at is “don’t tag as [thing].” You know — the whole don’t tag posts with the word queer in them as q slur, don’t tag not-inherently-shippy art as ship, don’t tag character posts as kin, etc. First of all, what would you do if someone DOES tag it like that? Call the cops? Second of all, people are gonna tag things however they want, you’re gonna have to deal with that on a website like tumblr.

There’s a similar phenomenon on Twitter where people say “don’t quote retweet”/“don’t private quote retweet” (which is especially funny cuz everyone is gonna see that and go on their private accounts and quote retweet with nonsense to piss you off, lmao)

Like if you’re really SO FUCKING SCARED of your gay post being tagged as #q slur, your Death Note edit being tagged as #Lawlight, your fanart being tagged as #kin, you probably shouldn’t be on the internet. Do you have the right to not view queer as a slur, the right to not ship whatever, the right to not like fictionkin? Of course! But people also have the right to disagree with you and tag your post however the fuck they want. One time I saw someone tag one of my cosplays as [character] faceclaim, and I was a little bit weirded out, but overall it was harmless. I never once considered adding a banner saying not to tag my likeness as a faceclaim, because if I really want to prevent anyone from doing that, the solution will be for me to not show my face online.

Small tangent: When I was younger I used to have a private sideblog that was basically just a venting diary. No one had the password, and, because it was private, my URL wouldn’t show up in the notes if I reblogged something to that blog. Basically, no one knew the blog existed. And I remember sometimes I would see a cool post on my dash, or in tags, and it would be tagged as #dont reblog (this was before tumblr had the option to limit reblogs obviously). And if the post was cool (or edgy, because like I said… vent blog) and I was sad that I “couldn’t” reblog it, I’d reblog it to the side blog, where OP would never know 😭 Rebellious as hell wasn’t I?

That being said — and this might contradict everything I just wrote — I do think people that brag about not reading/not following DNIs are also a bit obnoxious. Not people who just make statements that they don’t read them, but people who make it known how much they hate their existence. It just seems kinda edgelord-y? Idk. Obviously it’s fine to not read them or like them but making it a huge statement is just like…ok? Congratulations? Should we throw you a party? Should we invite Elon Musk?

I have followers—and follow people—who have “Antis DNI” in their bio. I also have followers and follow people who have “Proshippers DNI” in their bio. No one will ever know what side I’m on 😜😜😜😜

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wineanddineloseyourmind · 10 months ago

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Hi this is my kinky hornyposting sideblog 😇 (main is @existentialsquid)

This is an 18+ only space. Minors DNI.

This is a pro-kink, pro-trans, anti-capitalist, anti-imperialist space. Bigots, transphobes, conservatives, and zionists DNI. Also, die!!!!

This is a place for me to explore all my kinks, including the dark ones. Continue with this in mind.

If you want to DM me, please read my whole pinned!

Anyway, about me:

Call me Di and use my pronouns (she/they/it) and you will be spared. You may also call me any feminine term of endearment if we’re mutuals 💖 (i love pet names so i will probably end up calling you “darling” and/or "babe" if i take a liking to you 😇)

I am a vers switch but my "default" is dom top, although that can change very quickly in the right situation :3

Other than kink, I enjoy TTRPGs, Fromsoftware games (Dark Souls, Bloodborne, Elden Ring, etc.), animated media and nerd shit like that. Also, if you have miniatures or models you built/painted, I want to see them!

I’m polyam and in an open relationship with my boyfriend @bearded-protagonist-enthusiast, but I’m not really looking for a new romantic relationship right now. I’m totally up for friendship and sexting with mutuals though! 🥰

i am here to make friends, explore kink, flirt with mutuals, and post about:

T4T

and

uneven power dynamics (sometimes involving primal predator/prey dynamics, praise, worship, playful degradation (as degrader), petplay, or dubcon (CNC, intox, etc.))

and

breeding/oviposition (also lactation)

and

monsterfucking (of nearly all kinds)

and

transformation/corruption (usually overlapping with monsterfucking stuff)

and

gore (blood, eroticised cannibalism, etc.)

(Note: there will be no real snuff, only occasional art and smut, as well as me just talking about gory fantasies)

and

unsanitary (musk and blood only)

Also, obligatory: I have a bit of an oral fixation so there will be talk of biting - if I ever mention “breaking the skin” with a bite, please know that it is purely in a fantasy sense! Drawing blood with your teeth is very dangerous IRL due to risk of infection. Buuuut it’s pretty sexy in fantasy though, so I will talk about it in that sense. Stay safe out there!

I also like unambiguously consensual stuff with human characters who stay the same, but the above are my kinks so they’ll show up frequently on this blog :)

If you don’t like any of those kinks, you have my blessing to never interact with me ever and live blissfully unaware of my existence. This is a pro-kink space.

On that note, there are some kinks I’m not into and would prefer not to be brought to this blog by replies or asks or what-have-you. No offence intended to anyone with these kinks, but these are my hard lines:

Being preyed on (I can get subby as hell but I draw the line at being treated like a prey animal 🙅‍♀️ I’m not a little rabbit or a deer or a puppy that gets hunted, the idea of me being that is not sexy to me)

Piss

Scat

Raceplay

My soft lines (i.e. things I might be comfortable with if done with someone I trust and can discuss them with) are:

Being degraded (generally I prefer being the one degrading, but in select situations I can be into being degraded)

Choking (I might find it sexy in fantasy on occasion, but I would never ever do it IRL because of the inherent health risks. For that reason, it can be a turn-off sometimes.)

Incest/fauxcest (I don’t always love all versions of this kink, but I’m open to discussing specific fantasies if I have a chance to say “actually, no thanks” before we start anything. You can call me mommy as a title if you’re one of my beloved mutuals 😇)

Detransition (I would never want this for myself but if someone wants to RP as their AGAB then I can be into that~)

The above is not a DNI list. You can still interact with this blog if you have any/all of the above kinks, just don’t bring anything on the hard lines list into my replies, reblogs, asks, or DMs. If you’re interested in something on the soft lines list please keep my boundaries in mind.

On the subject of interaction, i would love to see anon asks related to:

monsterfucking concepts

T4T flirting 🥰

True/False game (make an assumption about me and I’ll say if it’s true or false)

NSFW ask game

Kink Rating ask game

Fifty Shades of Blue ask game

NSFT Emoji ask game

Telling me you just masturbated to my blog/pics 😇

If you want to sext/RP with me, please:

Send me an ask or two first to break the ice

Chat with me for a bit

Pitch the scene you want to RP and/or ask if I’m in the mood first

ok thanks enjoy

ANON ASKS: OPEN

DMs: OPEN (MUTUALS ONLY)

My tags:

#me (whatever reminds me of myself)

#beloved volus (posts relating to my partner @bearded-protagonist-enthusiast)

#personal post (stuff that’s more about me than anything)

#my fiction (my short stories and smut)

#transition goals (what i’d want to look like in an ideal world)

#need (general horny thoughts)

#i can be trusted around cute boys (subby boy tag)

#i bite (this one is self-explanatory)

#i am looking (real people selfies and nudes)

#tf kink (content relating to fantasy transformation)

#monsterfucker (monster stuff)

#my asks + #my answers (self-explanatory)

mutal tags: #beloved volus (@bearded-protagonist-enthusiast) #kittendeer (@pupsferalkid) #misc (@miscling) #🐊 (@crocofsouls) #gothy kitten (@gothykitten16) #dommy demon (@serotoninswitch) #elf mutual (@mira-mira-0n-the-wall) #dungeon essie (@beansira) #baz (@hyenabrainedpup) and probably more when i get round to it lol

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dearestsilhouette · 2 months ago

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Hey hey! [Intro post number. I don’t even know at this point lmao]

Hihi! The name’s uh. many things, but I mostly go by Silhouette, Koi or Star(dust(ed))! You can see more things (which includes pronouns, other names / nicknames, honorifics and more) here if you want. Not required, but it’d be appreciated if you at least checked it out!

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I do NOT accept donation / advertisement asks. I am very, very much afraid of answering an ask and it being scam. Now, I’ll never straight up block you for sending asks unless you’re doing it repetitively and purposefully, I’ll just remove the ask and leave it be, but just keep this in mind.

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To get it over with quick, here’s a DNI, Thin Ice and BYI list.

DNI: - If you’re on any basic DNI list - If your blog is 18+, NSFW / NSFT, minors DNI, etc - If your blog is centered around any kind of discourse - If you enforce or heavily pressure your religion onto others - If you actively support something or someone that is inherently wrong - If you support AI art - If I blocked you (I blocked you for a reason. <3) - Selfcest shippers (Selfcest makes me EXTREMELY uncomfortable.) [Note that this may change overtime, and that I do NOT support Blushcrunch (Creators of Dandy’s World) or Groink (Creator of AIB) for their actions. I simply like what they have created and interact with content made by other fans.]

THIN ICE: - If you ship mirrormystery / Rodger x Glisten (I personally hc them as siblings and dislike this ship heavily. I don’t care if you do ship it, just don’t bring it up around me, please.) - If you ship host x contestant (It generally makes me uncomfy for some reason I can’t describe well. I don’t mind if you ship anything of the sort as long as it ain’t problematic, just don’t bring it up to me pls.) [This may be updated in the future. This is all I have for now.]

BYI / NOTES: - I am a minor! This is extremely important. Don’t be weird or you’re getting blocked, especially if you’re an adult. - I most likely have anger / emotional issues and I can get extremely emotional and pissed off pretty quick. I’m sorry if I cause anything bad to happen because my emotions are extremely chaotic and basically control how I act n stuff. - I am a huuuge mess, and a ping pong ball is constantly bouncing around in my brain - I probably have adhd, more specifically hyperactive impulsive adhd. I am not diagnosed (though I really want to get diagnosed), but I have done a decent amount of research to assume this, so please keep that in mind. - Tone tags are essentially my life support. Please use them or some other indicator for tone, since I can’t understand it unless it’s very blatantly being shoved in my face. - Anything I hyperfixate on something, you’re 100% going to notice by my reblogs. I will flood your page lol - I will like and mass reblog posts a lot!! If you don’t like this, please let me know. - At times, I will randomly condense my speech. If you can’t understand, I’ll fix that! - I refer to characters I really like or relate to a lot as “me”, especially Pitchfork from AIB and Razzle and Dazzle from Dandy’s World. If you ever have a problem with this, PLEASE let me know. I myself am not a fictionkin, fictive or anything of the sort, so if this ever becomes a problem to you I’ll change it asap. - I can’t read things right sometimes. Be patient with me I’ll get it eventually lmao

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I use my own personal tags when making posts every once in a while! These tags will be listed below.

-.River’s shenanigans (Kind of a shitposting tag. Basically just dumb or silly things I post.) - River’s art (My art tag! NOT TO BE USED BY AI.) - River’s ask responses (My responses to things I get in my inbox!) - River’s thoughts (Kind of a vent tag atp, originally and sometimes used as a marker to indicate that I’m posting about things on my mind. Not used often.) - River’s writing (My writing! Read TWs on posts if needed.)

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Fandoms, interests and hyperfixations! I’m in quite a few communities in the moment. Some of these are:

-.Object shows (more specifically AIB) - Dandy’s World - Just Shapes n Beats - The Pink Corruption (I consider them two different things. If you don’t like this, don’t fight me over it; just DNI and move on, please.) - Pikuniku (Is there even a Pikuniku fandom-?) - Bugbo - Sprunki - Pressure - Blocktales - The Robloxia: Until Dawn

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Lastly, here’s a few funky lil userboxes. Thank you for reading! [Credits to the userboxes in order: 1 (me!), 2, 3, 4, 5, 6]

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Preferably like / interact with this post if you’ve read it, but I’m not forcin ya.

#pinned #intro post

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lusty-galaxy · 4 months ago

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welcome <3

✨ caved in and made one of these because i am eternally horny ✨

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about me:

jupiter, 18, he/him

genderqueer transmasculine (not planning to medically/surgically transition), pansexual, and polyamorous

bottom, switch (99% sub leaning)

this is a sideblog, i follow from @microwave-gremlin

keep all nsft interactions to this blog. what happens in vegas stays in vegas etc etc

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boundaries:

(this will likely be regularly updated as i figure out what i’m comfortable and uncomfortable with)

DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER EIGHTEEN.

(if you are over thirty, do not follow, send asks, or dm. if you interact with my posts/account via a like or reblog accidentally, that’s no big deal)

(if you are over 25, please do not send dms! i do not have a thing for age gaps, and i have realized that it makes me uncomfortable!)

anatomy terms: anything is fine!

pet names/terms of endearment: anything with “girl”, anything mdlb/ddlb related is off-limits. everything else is fine!

asks: feel free to get horny in the asks (anon is on, feel free to ask for an emoji), but know that i am not comfortable domming on this account <3

dms: feel free to dm, but: start with a normal message, no unsolicited pictures, respect my kink limits (under the cut), and remember that i have zero obligation to respond to you. i’m also really shit at sexting, and i get shy quickly (i do not send pictures)

relationships: i am not looking for relationships, but we can be friends and mutuals! (i do ask that you are under 25 if you want to be friends!)

i am also currently seeing someone, so if you see me mention “him” that’s who i’m talking about

men dni blogs: i am not a binary trans man, but i try to steer clear of men dni blogs out of caution and respect, so do with that what you will <3

however! if you have a men dni blog and i have blocked you (which i do so that i don’t accidentally interact), and you would like to be unblocked (if you don’t mind my specific brand of genderfuckery interacting), message me on my main and i’ll unblock you!

cis people: this is not a strictly t4t blog, and i myself am not strictly t4t (currently seeing a cis guy), even though it’s the majority of what i post, so you’re chill to stick around

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have fun, you horndogs

kinks and shit under the cut

kinks:

overstimulation

cockwarming

praise

voice kink

oral fixation

bondage

light choking (more the hands-around-my-neck thing rather than actual asphyxiation)

size difference

light degradation

somno

cnc (in theory but the harder stuff likely not in practice)

temperature play (especially ice)

not my thing (not a blog dni list, just don’t interact about these)

scat, piss, emeto

ageplay

abdl

ddlb/mdlb (mommy stuff doesn’t bother me as much, so do with that what you will)

fauxcest

detrans/misgendering

omegaverse

anal

#nsft #t4t nsft #mlm nsft #nblm nsft #nblw nsft #ftm nsft #nblnb nsft

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propertyofkylar · 2 months ago

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did something happen or is this just a regular (as in occasional) purge

lol i just got pissed after getting a new follower and realizing they were a minor, but also had minors DNI in THEIR pinned post because ig it was fine for them

like im not stupid. teens are gonna be horny and that’s fine. i know 10 years ago i was jerking off to faberry fanfiction like nothing else. and it’s not like when you turn 18 everything automatically changes. you know?

it’s just like me personally i feel icky knowing someone underage is looking at my stuff! im 26! even though there’s nothing legally wrong with it i even feel weird knowing some of you guys are in high school still but you’re 18! don’t worry, still love u guys tho

it’s my personal boundary. i don’t want minors interacting with my posts or following me. can’t stop them from reading my shit. if you’re a minor that’s like, stalking my blog rn, i can’t stop you. it’s whatever. just don’t follow me til ur 18 lol. this is an adult only space and i want it to be that way.

sorry for yapping i just got home from a concert and got a burst of energy lol

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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 10 months ago

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shy!jealous!ethan x reader smut??

Hiii, I think I used a little more jealousy than shyness in this. Oops :/ I hope you still like it :)

Why Worry - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: Ethan's jealous of another guy, so you show him that you're his.

A/N: Some things in this really make me want to write another Dom!Ethan smut🥴

You got really close with Ethan after meeting the “Core Four”, so close that you took his virginity. Ethan had feelings for you before all of that happened, but he was too scared of rejection to tell you how he actually felt. The more he thought about that night, he felt like you were probably just doing him a favor, and that there were no feelings from your end. He still tried to treat you the same, not wanting anything to feel weird.

As he walked into the class you two had together, he saw a guy sitting in the seat beside you, the seat Ethan always sat in. He watched him flirt with you, his heart breaking at the interaction in front of him. He was trying to find another seat when you whisper-yelled his name to get his attention. He glanced over to see your curious expression, and that the guy was gone.

“Hey,” you said to Ethan as he sat down beside you. “Why were you going to sit over there?”

“There was someone in my seat when I walked in,” he said, irritation in his voice as he pulled his MacBook out.

“Oh, Jake? He was just asking me for my notes from music theory. He missed the class yesterday,” you said, as the teacher walked in to start his lecture.

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s all he wanted,” Ethan rolled his eyes, glancing a couple rows back to see Jake still staring at you. “Dude’s still checking you out.”

“Why is it a big deal?” you asked, starting to get a little annoyed. Ethan had no reason to get jealous when he didn’t even try to pursue you after you’d slept with him. If anything, you felt like you’re the one that should be mad.

“It’s not, don’t worry about it,” he sighed, as the professor started to speak.

When class was over, Ethan packed his stuff and bolted out of the classroom. He usually walked you back to your dorm because it was on the way to his. You sighed as you put your stuff away, not knowing what to do.

You wanted to give Ethan time to cool off, but you needed to know what his problem was. You passed your dorm and went to his, taking a deep breath before you knocked on the door.

“Hey!” Chad said as he answered, his normal happy grin on his face.

“Hey, is Ethan here?” you asked, as he pulled his hoodie over his head in the doorway.

“Yeah, he’s here. You kids have fun, I’m going to take Tara to a movie tonight,” Chad said, walking out the door.

You saw Ethan on his bed, scrolling through his phone.

“What’s going on with you?” you asked, taking a seat at the foot of the bed. “Why didn’t you walk me home?”

“I thought you’d want Jake to,” he said, his words starting to piss you off.

“Okay, whatever weird jealousy shit this is, it’s dumb. I don’t want Jake,” you said, reaching over to take the phone from his hands so he’d be present for the conversation that obviously needed to be had.

“I’m not jealous,” Ethan said, as you cocked your eyebrow at him. Your stare was on him for a few seconds. “Fuck it. Yes, I’m jealous.”

“You don’t really have the right to be jealous, though,” you said, his face getting flush at your words.

He was trying to be calm, but he was really starting to get upset.

“I think you should go,” he whispered, grabbing his phone again.

“Not until you tell me why you’re jealous. You’re the one that acted like nothing happened between us.”

“You’re the one that only wanted to fuck me because you felt sorry for me!” he yelled, tossing his phone back down. His eyes were wide as he looked into yours, but you could see the hurt through the anger.

“You ever think that maybe I wanted to have sex with you because I was interested in you?” you asked, “I had a huge crush on you. Chad said you felt the same, but then you just acted like it was nothing. That shit hurt.”

Ethan watched you wipe away the stray tear that slipped out, feeling like an idiot.

“I didn’t know you felt that way,” he said, sitting up to scoot closer to you.

“Yeah, I did,” you said, as he pulled you into a half-hug.

“So, you DID feel that way. You don’t anymore?” he asked, nervous that you could hear how loud his heart was pounding in his chest.

“I still feel that way.”

He exhaled a sigh of relief as his hand reached your jaw, turning your face towards his as he leaned in.

“I’m sorry I was a jerk,” he said, his mouth inches from yours.

“I’ll forgive you if you kiss me,” you smirked, before your lips linked together.

He was kissing you with determination, like he needed to prove how much he wanted to be with you. It was so sweet and loving, but you really wanted to turn up the heat. When he pulled away a little to catch his breath, you lightly bit his bottom lip. He gasped at your action, pushing you back on the bed.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, placing a kiss to your lips, before moving to your neck.

You were really getting into it, as your hands started to run over his chest and his arms as he continued to kiss you. You started to lift the hem of his shirt up when he pulled away and smiled at you.

“I get the feeling that you’re trying to fuck me,” he said, pulling the article of clothing over his head.

“I am, and I promise it’s not me trying to do you a favor,” you said, in a playful tone as you thought about what he said earlier.

“What if Chad comes back?” he asked, glancing between you and the door.

“He’s going to be gone for a couple hours,” you said, pulling him back down to reconnect your lips.

“Maybe I should text him, just in case,” he mumbled against your lips.

“Okay,” you groaned as he pulled away.

He sent the message but waited for Chad’s response once he saw the three dots. He laughed when he saw the message.

“He said there’s condoms in his nightstand if I need them, and that I better not fuck this up,” he said, walking over to grab one of the condoms.

You giggled as he walked back over to you, noticing his erection confined by the fabric of his jeans.

“I think I need to get you out of your shirt,” he said, tossing the condom on the bed.

He raised your shirt as you lifted up a little so he could easily get it over your head. He placed kisses to the parts of your breasts that were exposed as he reached behind you to unhook your bra. He pulled the straps down your arms with ease, before placing gentle licks to your nipples. The coolness of the room and the wetness on your nipples gave you chills as his mouth continued.

You were whimpering as he placed open mouth kisses to your ribs as his hands gripped your hips. He was teasing you, and as badly as you wanted him to fuck you, he was so good with his mouth. You started to move your hips against his, attempting to give your clit a little relief from the throbbing.

He took the hint, reaching his hand down to rub you over your pants.

“I’m sorry if I’m still not the best at this, I’ve only done it once,” he said, laughing a little.

“You’re doing such a good job,” you praised, as he started to unbutton your pants.

He slid them down your thighs as you watched him. He saw the giant wet spot on your panties, and he got this feral glint in his eyes.

“God, baby. Your panties are soaked,” he said, rubbing you over the material.

“Mhm,” you mewled, “It’s all for you.”

“All for me, huh?” he said, his actions getting more intense.

He took off his pants, before crawling back to you and adjusting your hips the way he wanted them. His cock in his boxers was rubbing against your clothed pussy.

“Fuck,” you gasped, as his hand grabbed your breast, squeezing as he gently pulled on your nipples.

He’d definitely gained some confidence since the last time, but you were really starting to grow impatient.

“Ethan, please fuck me,” your moans were desperate as you begged.

“You don’t want me to eat you out first?” he asked, a little bummed.

“Baby, I need to cum. I don’t care how you make that happen,” you said, grabbing his hand that was still on your nipple and pushing it down your stomach.

“Oh, I’ll make you cum,” he said, pulling your panties off you.

Your legs instinctively started to spread as he pushed them back.

“I need you to hold these back for me,” he said, before licking a fat stripe across your clit.

“Oh fuck,” you whimpered, his tongue moving faster against you.

He alternated between licking it and sucking it into his mouth, loving the filthy sounds pouring out of your mouth.

He reached into his boxers to pull his aching cock out, stroking it slowly for a few seconds. Your eyes connected with his as he slid two fingers inside of you.

“Ethannn,” you whined out, his fingers hitting your g-spot over and over again.

He smirked as he latched back onto your clit, your back arching off the bed as his teeth gently grazed it.

“Yes baby just like that, fuck,” you whimpered, as his finger movements sped up.

Your eyebrows knitted together as your mouth fell open. Your hips were starting to move with his fingers, desperately chasing your orgasm.

“That feels so fucking good, Eth. You’re doing so good,” you gasped out, that feeling starting to build inside you.

The praise you were giving him made his fingers press harder against the sweet spot inside your clenching pussy, making you see stars.

“I’m gonna cum,” you babbled, the feeling washing over you making it hard to speak.

He kept going as your toes curled into the sheets, and your thighs were shaking as you were trying to keep them up.

He pulled his fingers out of you and placed a single kiss to your clit, before crawling up your body to kiss you.

“That was amazing,” you mumbled against his lips. “Want me to suck your cock?”

“I don’t know, I’m kinda liking the idea of you as a pillow princess,” he smirked, grabbing the condom off the bed beside you. You frowned at his words. “Hey, I loved it last time, but I don’t think we have a lot of time left.”

He was right, the two of you have been going at this for a while. “Fine,” you whispered.

“Are you giving me attitude?” he asked, that feral look still in his eyes. He was smiling, but you knew there was some darkness to it.

“No, baby,” you said, sitting up to kiss him as he was lining up between your legs.

He held you there, your lips clashing with his, as he slid his cock inside of you.

“Oh shit,” you moaned, the position making it easy for him to hit your g-spot.

Your eyes connected with his, your faces inches apart, as he went all the way in.

“Fuck, you’re going so deep,” you cried out.

“Lay back babe,” he said, releasing the grip he had on you.

Your legs wrapped around his hips as he started to speed up. He was just as deep, your hands holding onto his shoulders as your body reacted to the pleasure.

“I love watching your tits bounce when I fuck you,” he grunted. Sweat was starting to drip down his forehead. “And I love the way your tight little pussy squeezes my cock.”

Your whimpers got louder as he spoke.

“Oh baby, you like it when I talk to you like that?” he asked, his fingers starting to rub your clit.

“Mhm,” you moaned, the stimulation turning your mind to mush.

“I love those pretty sounds coming out of your mouth. I’m so lucky.” he said, watching your facial expressions change as he spoke. “This pussy is mine.”

The possessiveness of his words made you start to clench around him.

“Fuck yes, I’m all yours,” you moaned out, your vision starting to get spotty.

“You gonna cum on my cock baby?” he asked, applying a little pressure to your clit.

“Umf..yes.”

As your orgasm hit, he was thankful, because he’s been close for a few minutes and was trying to hold back. He started to pound into you, making your climax even more intense.

“I’m gonna cum,” he muttered, his hips coming to a stop as he released into the condom. “Fuck, that was amazing.”

You nodded, unable to form words. Your mind cleared quickly, though, as you heard the door to his dorm room unlock.

“Shit,” he said, throwing a sheet over you and getting rid of the condom.

Chad walked in, before turning right back around.

“You know I love you, dude, but that’s more of you than I ever needed to see,” you giggled at Chad’s words.

“You knew what was happening in here though!” Ethan said, putting his boxers back on.

“Yeah, but I didn’t expect it to still be going on after two hours,” he said, your eyes going wide as you realized how quickly the time passed. “I’m going to wait out here so you guys can get dressed.”

The door closed behind him as you started to laugh so hard that tears were streaming down your cheeks.

“It’s not funny!” Ethan said, laying down on his stomach beside you.

“It kinda is, just think if he was a few minutes earlier,” you said, wiping the tears from your face.

“So, does this mean you’re my girlfriend now?” he asked, running his hand over the sheet covering your thigh.

“It fucking better.”

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