#so can we think about some practicalities before?

[dokyumms]

under the covers

pairings: mingyu x 14thmember!reader

genre: fluff, suggestive if you squint

cw: none

word count: 409

a/n: i just love sleepy svt, please send some requests kings bc i have no idea what to write (｡╯︵╰｡)

"what are you doing?" you ask groggily, feeling someone slip into your bed and wrap their arms around you. it could be anyone, seeing as all the members know each other's passwords to their apartments, and maybe you should be more worried. but you already know who it is, smelling mingyu's shampoo as he nuzzles into your neck. "missed you," is all he says, sighing when you run your hand through his hair. "we just saw each other a couple hours ago, no?", you ask. it's true; you all had team dinner after practice and then you went home to shower and take a well needed nap. "a couple hours too long ago," he argues back, lifting his head to give you a chaste kiss on your jaw.

you smile and tilt your head down to kiss him properly. he instinctively raises his hand to hold your face gently, deepening the kiss. your hands wander, brushing down his neck and landing on his shoulders. he pushes you over so he's hovering over you. "gyu, we have practice tomorrow," you warn quietly, knowing you wouldn't stop him anyway. he chuckles, "who says i'm going to do anything?" he asks innocently- oh no, you think before mingyu flops on top of you. "mingyu! you're heavy!" you yell. he hums, simply laying on your chest as you squirm under him, giggling when you give up and mumble something along the lines of you'll never let him kiss you again (which is a total lie). "you wouldn't," he dramatically pouts, "i did all of wonwoo hyung's laundry so he'd let me come here."

"he didn't let you?" you question. "he says he hates it when i come back late, something about how the front door bothers him in his sleep." he mumbles, closing his eyes. you sigh as you watch sleep take over him. "can you at least move off of me? i wasn't joking when i said you're heavy" mingyu complies, rolling off of you before caging you back in his arms. you savor the moment, listening to mingyu's quiet breathing while he's wrapped around you. you honestly don't know how you managed to pull this guy.

"you know i love you, right?" mingyu's voice breaks through your thoughts. you hum, "mhm, i love you too, gyu" you can practically feel him smile before he kisses the top of your head softly and you let the warm feeling captivate you into sleep.

[bdbueckers]

trust me? | p.b

pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

warnings: smut, fluff, sub!paige, soft dom!reader, sex toy usage, spit, slight tribbing, fingering, overstimulation(?), i think that’s all but feel free to lmk if i missed anything!

wc: 4.4k (pwp)

summary: reader wants to try something new with paige after an impromptu trip to the sex store. based on this request!

author's note: i couldn't finish up the fic that i wanted to upload for valentine's day so we're scrapping it for now and ima leave y'all with this! it's different for me to write sub!paige but i think i like how it came out and maybe i'll get more into it for future posts! once again, thank you to the anon that sent this request, hopefully you enjoy it a little more than everyone else! (ngl i didn’t really proofread this so we’re giving it to god…and as always if you hate it idc DON’T tell me)

also that uconn vs south carolina game has given me the serotonin boost needed to carry me through this month AND march, they make me so proud😭 y’all better be tuned in for the game tonight vs seton hall :) i’m manifesting more pg paige and some beautiful uconn hoops!

okay sorry i’m done talking, enjoy! x

nervous was an understatement. how do you bring up the idea of topping your girlfriend…to her? considering you hadn’t thought about how to do so prior to this moment, the nerves seemed normal.

you took a spontaneous trip to your favorite sex shop without telling paige and you blacked out when you got inside, overwhelmed by all the options without your girlfriend by your side to give you her opinion. 

immediately once you had eyes on it you’d settled for a dual bullet vibrator, paired with a remote. the thought of paige using it on you immediately causes you to hold your breath a little. but the thought of you using it on her had you b-lining to the register and giddy and running up the stairs at home to hide it while she was asleep on the couch.

after some pondering, you’d figured it would be a little too easy to ask. it was essentially a yes or no question, and she’d honestly answer in a heartbeat, but you wanted to ensure that she’d be at your mercy.

you settled on the idea of a nice candlelit dinner for the both of you to butter her up. then you’d “pop the question”. 

you were back out of the house as soon as you’d returned, texting paige that you were heading out for some groceries, tucking the “gift” away.

by the time you were back she was wide awake and pretty tuned in to whatever she had playing on the tv. she heard you coming in the door and met you there to greet you sweetly and take any bags from your hands. she sets them down on the counter and starts to reach in, almost too fast for you to remember that she was supposed to be hands off and out of the kitchen for tonight.

“noo, wait let me do it! i wanna cook dinner for you so i’ll put things away.“

“cook for me? baby, what’s the occasion? literally we just celebrated valentine’s day.” okay, so she was already asking you questions.

“shh, no occasion. i just love you and i want to practice making some things. then i’ll be cooking for you all the time instead of…almost never” you respond in a rush, sort of frowning at the last part but still prying her hands off the bags and lightly pushing her out of the kitchen.

you can hear her muttering under her breath but nonetheless she turns on her heels to press a kiss to your lips and whisper a quick “missed you” before turning back around to leave.

your heart swells in your chest at the thought of how sweet she is to you while you put away everything and set out what you were gonna make.

you wanted to get a little fixed up, or at least out of one pair of sweatpants and into another. slipping past paige, who was once again focused on the tv, you headed upstairs. 

after putting on the smallest bit of makeup and fiddling with your hair you grin at your reflection in the mirror. the thought of getting pretty for your girlfriend enough to make your stomach jump. you throw on a pair of loose fitting pants and one of your teenier tops. you’d even saved up to buy another overpriced lingerie set and you had it on underneath, intending for p to see you in it and immediately want it off.

paige walks into the bathroom ready to shower and stops directly behind you in the mirror, letting out a small noise of shock. 

“all this for me? okay now i really need to know what’s going on.” she questions, now standing so close that you could feel her body heat on your back.

“nothing is going on! i told you i wanted to cook for you tonight, can’t i look good while doing it?” you reply, holding eye contact with her in the mirror and ending your sentence with a mini eye roll.

she lifts a hand from her side and places it right underneath your bust, slightly on your ribs, pulling you even further into her.

“you always look good for me baby, but i’ll let you have this.” she teases, kissing your temple and continuing her stride to the shower.

as soon as she was facing away from you, you were staring hard. watching the muscles in her back strain against her shirt when she reached for a towel, you trailed your eyes up and down her frame.

you wish you had her underneath you right now.

stopping yourself you huff slightly and make your way down to the kitchen to get started on dinner. you get in with the “harder” more time consuming parts first so you could focus and shortly the whole process starts to breeze by. 

everything thus far was perfect, especially for a meal that didn’t technically require a recipe.

you hear the water of the shower shut off and a few other noises upstairs. this allows you to anticipate paige emerging from your shared bedroom and getting a whiff of the home cooked meal, immediately on track to fold for you like you needed. 

when she does make her way into the kitchen you’re standing over a cutting board gathering some stuff to chop.

“it smells so good in here baby, oh my god” you hear paige from behind you. then you feel her. hands gravitating to your hips as always and she gently places her chin on your shoulder, her front molding to your back.

“i’m just making a lil something…since i was finally given some time to put some groceries in the fridge. we’re gonna eat something home cooked and actually fulfilling tonight, no fast food, no take out. made with lots of love.” you say, a smile plastered on your face at the domestic feel of this entire moment.

just you and the prettiest girl in the world, standing in your shared living space while you prepared dinner as a way to treat yourselves. 

“i don’t even know what you’re making and i’m drooling over it, guess you’ve still got your touch.” she teases, nudging your cheek with her nose and leaving a light smack on your ass.

“STILL? get out of the kitchen.” you respond, stifling a laugh of your own at how ridiculous she was. “it’s almost done and i’ve already set the table, maybe pour yourself a glass of wine and get out of my way?”

“yes ma’am.” she snorts, holding her hands up in fake defense and shaking her head a little.

you quickly plate everything, mentally saving yourself a pat on the back for how good it truly did look.

sneaking a peek into the dining room you see paige on her phone, eyes low and cheeks already a little rosy as a result of her now finished glasses of wine.

“hey pretty girl, dinner is ready!” you call out, assuming she’d want to carry your plates to the table as she always did.

her lips form an “o” as she locks eyes with the food on the counter and then her eyes pan over to you. if looks could talk her eyes would definitely be confessing their love to you right now. 

feeling shy under her gaze you shake your head and go in for a hug, slightly nuzzling into her chest. you pull back, tilt your head up, and she’s already looking back at you. you both pull back cheesing, not needing to say much.

“babe this is a little too much, you didn’t have to– wait, are you tryna butter me up?” paige breaks the silence.

“butter you up? mmm, maybe…but that doesn’t mean i didn’t want to cook for you. it’s like the cherry on top, please just enjoy yourself baby c’mon!” you plead, stepping back from her to hold her hands in your own.

“okay…” she mutters, before repeating the words cherry on top underneath her breath and giggling. 

she grabs your plates and walks them to the table as you follow closely behind and take your spot across from her.

you’re only two bites in before you hear her again, “okay but seriously what is it? the suspense is killing me.”

“can’t you just eat your food first?” you laugh, shaking your head and taking another bite.

“i think we both know i can multitask, answer the question.” she responds, taking a bite of her food and a sip from her wine glass.

“i promise you will find out when we finish our meal,” you dodge again.

paige smacks her lips a little, a smile fighting for its life to stay hidden.

she does let it go, or so you’d hoped. and dinner goes well. eventually you’re just poking at what’s left on your plate while paige rambles a little. she’d cleared whatever she had in front of her a bit ago but you’d managed to get her talking to avoid her disrupting your own train of thought.

she pauses between sentences and your mouth moves faster than your thoughts.

“p, you trust me right?” you genuinely ask, already nervous again.

“of course baby, what’s going on?” she asks, placing her hand over yours on the table.

“i, i got uh– well i wanna show you something, if that’s okay?” you taunt a bit, lacing your fingers together and getting up from your seat at the table.

her eyebrows furrow a little and she smirks before getting up with you. you begin leading her to your bedroom and stop a few paces from the door to face her. you place your hands on her chest, before allowing them to creep up and secure behind her neck.

“you’re so beautiful,” you whisper, a very visible glint in your eyes.

before she can respond you pull her down to your height and connect your lips. you sigh into the kiss when you feel her hands immediately on your ass and her tilting her head to deepen the kiss. you open your mouth the slightest bit and feel her tongue meet your own. if you weren’t hot before from the wine, you definitely were now. 

you pull back completely and smirk before turning around and heading directly into the bedroom, a slight sway in your hips.

you guide paige onto the bed and she plops down a little, you perched at her side.

“earlier today, i was shopping around and i found something that i wanted to see if you’re interested in.” you trail off, getting up to fetch the discreet packaging that you knew for a fact paige was familiar with.

“mhm, and what is this ‘something’?” she proceeds, holding up her own air quotes. her eyes on yours and one of her eyebrows raised the tiniest bit. almost challenging you.

you pull the toy out of the bag, seeing as you had already taken them out of their packaging earlier to prep.

paige’s expression is hard to read and you can tell she’s leaving space for you to answer her unspoken questions, her breath hitching.

you climb on top of her holding the toy at your side. you catch her eyes fell onto your lips, glossy and parted to speak.

“i just saw this and thought we could try something new? specifically me, trying it out on the both of us.” you ask, or tell her rather. voice a little low but not wavering at all.

“baby i’m all yours, i want whatever you want.” she utters, hands lightly gripping your thighs.

“i’m so happy to hear you say that,” you smile.

you lean down, your weight falling onto your hand that’s now right beside paige’s head. you hold eye contact for as long as you can before you connect your lips again in another kiss. this one less gentle, some notable urge behind it. paige moans immediately kissing back, her hands back on your ass when your tongue slips between her lips to meet her own. 

you pull back to catch your breath, also opting to shed your shirt and reveal your other surprise for her. 

“fuck, are you serious?” paige groans. immediately drawn to the teacup bralette that held your tits just right, but also left you exposed with the mesh on the front of it.

“you like?” you ask, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth to stop yourself from laughing at the expression on her face.

“baby you know i do, cmon” 

“let me show you the rest of it then?” you finish, pushing up onto your knees so you could rid yourself of your pants.

your panties are the same mesh as the bralette, but they’re lacking the smallest piece of fabric. 

they’re crotchless.

you swear you can see the girl in front of you drool a little when she realizes. paige’s eyes are blown out and her mouth is agape when she sees you kneeling in front of her, practically naked.

“do you wanna shed some layers too p? i’m getting impatient,” you tease, watching as she scoffs a little before sitting up to pull her own shirt over her head. 

you have to stop yourself from getting too distracted by her taut abdomen and the little bit of cleavage that’s exposed when she presses her arms together, tugging her sleeves off. as soon as the shirt hits the floor of your bedroom you have your hands in the waistband of her pants, locking eyes with her. she tilts her head in a small nod that signals you to continue.

when you’re both lacking a good amount of clothing you crawl over her. your panties allowing your bare clit to rest on her lap and you hiss at the contact. you grab her hand and place it over your front, hinting at her to fondle your nipples over the thin fabric of your bralette.

“you’re unreal,” you hear paige utter from underneath you, her eyes watching your puffy clit glide messily over her slightly covered bottom half. the sight causes you to swallow a mix of a chuckle and a moan.

“yeah? tell me more.” you respond, breathless as you reach for her other hand, bringing two of her fingers up to your mouth. you kiss them gently and then wrap your lips around her fingertips.

knowing that this gets her going you’re not shocked at how her eyelids flutter before she takes her bottom lip between her teeth.

“you cooked me dinner and now you’re dressed in some of the best lingerie i’ve ever seen, plus you got your pussy in my lap. that’s as good as it gets, baby.” paige answers you, pinching your nipple between two of her fingers and smirking when you sigh and lick at your already glossy lips.

“only the best for you,” you start, pulling her hand away from your lips and toying at the waistband of her underwear, ready for those to come off too.

when her bottom half is completely bare you reach for the vibrators on the bed. 

“take off your bra.” you demand, raising an eyebrow at your girlfriend whilst putting some more distance between the two.

she complies easily and now she is beneath you, completely naked. a slight sheen of sweat on her chest that’s rising and falling a little quicker than before. she’s nervous.

you down and place a hand on her hip while you tongue at her nipples, they’re already hard from being exposed to the air in your bedroom. you don’t miss how pretty she sounds when she lets out a whine, her hand securing itself on the back of your head to hold you closer if even possible. 

“for once i just want to please you baby, i think this is the perfect way to make sure that we both get what we need. just lay back for me and enjoy yourself.” you utter into the empty silence, voice breathy while you sit up again and take one end of the toy, putting it in your mouth to wet.

paige’s mouth opens and she doesn’t say anything but you can tell she’s trying hard not to.

with the remote in your hand you immediately switch the speed to 2 and place it on the nipple that your mouth was on moments ago.

paige arches her back off the bed slightly, eyes immediately squeezing shut. this is already everything you want and you’re just getting started.

“fuck, baby what are you doing–“

“ah ah, remember just enjoy yourself, let me worry about what’s going on.” you shush her, circling her nipple with the vibrating bullet.

she looks beautiful under you like this. her cheeks are red, head thrown back in pleasure as her hips start to move beneath you on instinct.

“m-more, please i want more” she moans, lifting her head up, only to drop it again when she gets sight of you. 

your hair is a little messy from tossing your head side to side and the look in your eyes is sultry. plus you’ve got a vibrator held onto her nipple and she swears she can see a wet spot on her skin from you rutting against her. if it was possible she would’ve cum just from watching you touch her.

“more? what do you want? baby you have to tell me.” you taunt, already gripping the other end of the vibrator in your free hand.

“i’m so wet, i know you can feel it. t-touch me? please? mmmh–“ she cuts herself off when she feels the vibrations on her nipple intensify. the speed was now at 3…and then it was at 4.

“you’re even prettier when you beg p, have i ever told you that?”

“n-no, fuck” she hisses.

“well, you’re usually so in control. i just have to say i love seeing you like this.”

with a light touch you trace some shapes on the outside of her thigh before spreading her legs, your eyes immediately drawn to the wet spot underneath her on her bed. 

“you weren’t lying baby, you’re already making a mess and i haven’t even done anything yet.” you don’t give her much time to say anything in response, gathering all the spit into your mouth and pushing it from your lips so that it lands on her clit in a glob. it’s nasty, just how you both like it and paige lets out another surprisingly high pitched noise. her hole clenching around nothing.

sitting back on your heels between her legs you take your hand that’s holding the vibrator to her nipple and you switch sides. when you see how puffy and red the one that was previously receiving attention is, you almost feel bad, but that feeling doesn’t last long. 

while paige is trying to catch her breath you take the other end of the vibrator and start tracing circles around her clit, before pulling it away again. she cries out, realizing that you were going to keep teasing her.

landing a smack on her hip to get her to drop them down towards the bed again you drag the bullet up and down the length of her pussy, your eyes never leaving her face as she was putting on a show.

“mmm– please just do something baby, anything. i don’t know how much more of this i can take.” paige whines, then reaches out for you. you lean away from her touch.

“you’re good with the safe word?” you ask, tone a little more serious than you intended.

“yes of course baby, just– OH FUCK!”

before she can say anything else you’re pushing the bullet into her fluttering hole, holding in a moan at how tight she is.

“how’s that?” you tease, completely inserting the toy.

“shit– it’s perfect baby,”

“i bet.”

pulling away the end of the vibrator that was on her nipple you lean down again to take it in your mouth. once more she’s cradling your head, this time a little harder. she wants you close, it’s cute.

using little force you pump the bullet into her, listening for her sounds of satisfaction. 

pulling off of her nipple with a pop you watch as she fights to pry her eyes open.

“baby, k-kiss me?” she says, or rather pleads.

your heart beats faster at how desperate she sounds. you grant her the kiss and it’s hot, sloppy, and leaves a string of spit between the two of you when you pull away while she chases after you with her lips.

“my god p, you’re such a good girl for me. who would’ve thought?” you whisper right in her face, smirking a little as she huffs in disappointment when you lean back and away from her again.

“i’ll be a good girl for you any time you want baby, just please don’t stop.” she groans, gushing around the toy inside of her.

“oh really, any time? you promise?” 

an image flashes in your head and before you can think about it too much you’re releasing paige’s leg from your grip, pulling the vibrator out of her and increasing the speed to 5. you pull your left leg up and drape it over her right, almost in a split, pulling the vibrator out of her and pressing it down on her clit with a good amount of pressure. 

her upper half jolts once again, as she raises her head just in time to watch you press your clit down on the vibrator as well, sandwiching it between the two of you.

paige almost screams when you put your entire weight down. your own jaw falls slack and you throw your head back, squeezing your eyes shut.

“p, oh my god– FUCK i can’t believe i thought of this. you’re doing so good, my messy baby. i wish you could see yourself right now.”

leaning down to smack a wet kiss in the middle of her chest you grab the remote in your free hand and turn up the speed to 6. whimpering and crying out into paige’s skin that’s beneath your lips. another loud whine leaves the back of her throat, followed by a grunt and a string of curses.

“i-i can’t”

“you can.”

you use her mouth to wet two of your fingers, she sucks on them sloppily, barely able to focus on the action due to the intense pressure on her clit from both you and the vibrator. you pull them from her lips, with a pop, before you trail them down to between her thighs, circling her hole one last time with your fingertips.

“SHIT– i’m so close baby” paige yelps, starting to huff her breaths out faster when she feels you pressing down harder, using your weight to move the shiny bullet against the both of you slightly. 

she attempts to close her legs around your hand and fails due to the position you were in.

“i know pretty girl i know, m-me too, just hold out a little more hmm?”

turning the vibrator to its highest speed of 7 you pump your middle and ring finger into paige, choking on your own breath at the feeling of her clenching around you and the bullet beneath you violating your clit at this point. 

paige lets out a sob, bringing one of her arms to cover her face. you reach up with the hand that’s not inside of her and rip her arm back. you watch her intently, tears hot and heavy on her cheeks blurring her vision.

“fuck–, paige you look so perfect when you cry.”

“it hurts so good baby, don’t stop“

“you’re close aren’t you? give it to me, cmon, i’m right there with you. i want all you’ve got.”

at this point you have no idea what’s coming out of your mouth but you don’t give a fuck, trying to hold onto your orgasm intending for the girl underneath you to finish first.

and finish she did. smacking your hand off of her arm she reaches down to hold your hips still against her own, tears falling rapidly from her eyes now. 

you don’t know if she’s just really spent or if it’s you that’s spent because you can’t register the words coming out of her mouth while she’s riding out her high. except the last three she matters as soon as you pull your fingers from her leaking cunt.

“i love you”

this sends you over the edge and you have to use every little bit of strength left in you not to collapse directly into paige. 

moaning pornography as your hole spasms around nothing you can only withstand the vibrator for another millisecond before you reach down to snatch it off of the two of you.

you do actually fall onto paige after this but she’s starting to catch her breath now so she welcomes you with open arms, still panting loudly.

you lay a mess between her legs with your head on her chest and your body trembling a little.

when you calm down enough you crane your neck to get a glimpse of your girlfriend. your hand instinctively reaching up to wipe the remainder of tears from her face.

“p, you did so well for me baby. thank you for letting me try that with you” you whisper, pecking her chest gently.

she doesn’t open her eyes, you assume she probably can’t after the amount of energy that orgasm must’ve exerted from her. but she replies nonetheless.

“i already told you, i’ll do anything for you anytime you want. all you have to do is ask.” 

“yeah yeah whatever, just kiss me and go to sleep.”

she actually does open her eyes. they’re glossed over and a little red and puffy from the crying but just as you had mentioned earlier, she looked so gorgeous. 

lifting her head just enough to meet you halfway she slots her lips against your own. the entire moment is so sweet, your entire body feels warm again. the thought of this girl being yours for the rest of your life crosses your mind.

when you pull back you’ve got a goofy grin on your face and you rest your head back on her chest before letting out a deep breath and closing your eyes again. 

paige’s body moves a little and you recognize the motion as her chuckling, before she opens her mouth one final time.

“i can’t wait to use that toy on you next. only. on you.”

[yois2aki]

wc. 1.3k

the cabin was dimly lit, the soft glow of lanterns casting flickering shadows across the wooden floor. the group was huddled in a loose circle, the empty bottle in the center still spinning from the latest turn. laughter echoed through the room, loud and teasing, but your mind was stuck on one thing.

the bottle had landed on you.

and now, your fate was sealed.

“truth or dare?” one of your classmates grinned, leaning forward.

you hesitated. truth was safer. truth would keep you from humiliating yourself. but knowing these guys, they’d make you confess something embarrassing, probably about caleb, and you were not about to do that in front of him.

“…dare,” you finally said, regretting it the second the words left your mouth.

“ohh, i’ve got the perfect one!” one of the girls clapped her hands together, practically vibrating with excitement. “you and caleb—seven minutes in heaven. right now.”

your stomach plummeted.

the group exploded into cheers, some gasping in exaggerated shock, others cackling like they had just won the lottery.

beside you, caleb tensed, though his face remained neutral.

“seriously?” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “this is the best you guys can come up with?”

“hey, rules are rules,” one of the guys smirked. “unless you’re scared?”

caleb let out a slow exhale before turning his head slightly toward you. his voice was low, meant only for you. “you okay with this?”

your heart pounded. you and caleb had been best friends since childhood, but this—this felt like uncharted territory.

“…it’s just seven minutes, right?” you mumbled, trying to ignore the heat rising to your face.

caleb’s lips twitched slightly, something unreadable in his gaze. “guess so.”

before you could process what was happening, hands were on your back, shoving you both toward the small, creaky supply closet. you barely caught a glimpse of caleb’s expression before the door clicked shut behind you, plunging you both into darkness.

the air was thick, the scent of old wood and fabric softener filling the small space. you barely had room to move without brushing against him, and the only light came from the sliver beneath the door, casting faint shadows across the walls.

you exhaled slowly, pressing your back against the wall, trying to ignore how close he was.

“well,” caleb’s voice broke the silence, low and amused, “this is cozy.”

you scoffed. “if you like being locked in a tiny closet.”

“depends on the company,” he mused.

your heart skipped. “you’re so annoying.”

he chuckled under his breath.

a few seconds passed. then a minute.

outside, someone whispered, “do you think they’ll actually do something?” followed by a harsh shush.

caleb sighed. “they’re just waiting for us to crack.”

“or for us to—” you stopped yourself, suddenly very aware of what this game usually involved.

caleb smirked, even in the dark. “kiss?”

your face burned. “don’t say it out loud!”

he leaned in slightly, just enough to make you feel the shift. “why? getting ideas?”

you swatted his arm. “shut up!"

silence stretched between you, thick and unbearable. caleb shifted, his shoulder brushing yours briefly before he leaned back against the opposite wall.

outside, muffled giggles and whispers could barely be heard through the wooden door. you had no doubt your classmates were listening.

“they’re totally waiting for us to do something,” you muttered.

caleb huffed a quiet laugh. “probably hoping for a scandal.”

he rapped his knuckles against the door suddenly, making you jump. “hey!” his voice was loud and teasing. “you guys really just gonna sit out there and eavesdrop?”

chaos erupted outside.

“what?! no!!”

“shut up, caleb!!”

“we weren’t listening, we swear!”

caleb smirked. “sure.”

you groaned. “why are you like this?”

“gotta keep them on their toes.”

a few beats of silence passed. you could feel the warmth of his presence, could hear the steady rhythm of his breathing in the quiet.

then, in a softer voice, he asked, “you nervous?”

you hesitated before answering. “a little. it’s… weird, right?”

“yeah,” he admitted. “kinda is.”

silence stretched between you, thick with something unspoken. this moment was awkward to say the least—to be forced in such a challenging scenario with none other than the childhood friend you grew up with and had the most foolish crush on was nothing but flustering.

you shuffled your feet. “this is the longest seven minutes of my life.”

“is it?” his voice dipped slightly. “feels kinda short to me.

you turned your head slightly, trying to make out his expression in the dim light. “you’re being weirdly calm about this.”

he exhaled. “trust me, i’m trying.”

your breath hitched. “trying?”

“not to think too much about it.”

your stomach flipped. “about what?”

he hesitated, then muttered, “you.”

your pulse skyrocketed.

the silence that followed was deafening, and you tried to pretend those words didn't come out of his mouth.

he shifted again, this time closer. “wanna sit?” he asked suddenly, as if needing to break the tension.

you blinked. “on the floor?”

“unless you wanna sit on my lap—”

“no!”

he snorted. “relax, i was joking.”

you huffed, lowering yourself down, hugging your knees to your chest. caleb followed, sitting across from you, his back against the opposite wall.

it was still too close. your legs brushed slightly, and neither of you moved away.

caleb shifted again, his movements slow, deliberate. “i think we should mess with them,” he said after a moment.

you blinked. “what?”

“just to freak them out a little.”

before you could respond, he knocked on the door again—this time, slower.

“hey,” he called, his voice dipping just slightly. “you might want to give us a few extra minutes...“

outside, your classmates screamed.

“what the hell?!”

“no. no, stop.”

“open the door right now!”

“caleb, what did you do?!”

you smacked his arm, face burning. “you’re actually the worst!

he was laughing now, a low, warm sound, and you could practically feel his smug grin. “oh, come on, that was good.”

outside, someone knocked on the door. “y’all making out yet?”

caleb shot a glare at the door. “oh, definitely,” he called back sarcastically. “best seven minutes of my life.”

a chorus of groans followed. “ugh, you’re the worst!”

“hey, if you wanted details, you should’ve picked a different guy!”

you buried your face in your hands. “why are you like this?”

“what, you want me to give them a show?”

you refused to dignify that with a response.

caleb shifted again, voice lower now. “for real, though. you okay?”

you nodded. “just… wasn’t expecting this tonight.”

“you and me both.”

a few more seconds passed.

then, in an almost hesitant voice, he asked, “you ever thought about it?”

your stomach flipped. “thought about what?”

“us.”

you froze. “…what about us?”

caleb exhaled, dragging a hand through his hair. “never mind.”

“caleb.”

he let out a quiet laugh, almost self-deprecating. “just… wondering if the idea ever crossed your mind, that’s all.”

your heart pounded. “i..."

another stretch of silence. your heartbeat was out of control.

then, quieter, caleb spoke again. “but seriously.”

you swallowed. “what?”

he hesitated, then let out a breath. “you know i wouldn’t— i mean, if it were someone else in here with me, i’d probably be trying to claw my way out.”

your stomach twisted. “but because it’s me…?”

caleb’s voice was barely above a whisper. “i don’t mind it.”

your whole body felt like it was on fire.

and before you could even begin to process what that meant, the door suddenly burst open, light flooding the tiny closet.

“seven minutes, exactly!” someone declared. “so… what happened?”

caleb stretched his arms, looking entirely unbothered. “wouldn’t you like to know?”

your classmates groaned, but you barely heard them over the pounding in your ears.

caleb stretched, looking entirely unbothered, but as he passed you, he leaned in slightly, voice just for your ears to hear.

“we’ll finish that conversation later.

you swore your brain short-circuited.

[ms-demeanor]

You may have noticed that while I had a band that had at least a 45 minute set I only (or mostly) ever post "Sirens," which isn't terribly representative of us in terms of music we recorded. There are several reasons for this and I think they're worthwhile to talk about while I'm talking about voice practice and singing and learning to sing but also I want to give a tip to any musicians out there who are thinking of releasing music that you have *recorded* but have not *played.*

So the first reason I prefer showing off Sirens is because I'm a much better, more developed singer than I was when I started the band with my friend Dani. Spiders, the song at the top of this reblog, was recorded and released in 2017 and Sirens (the song in the previous reblog) was recorded in 2019 and released in 2020. In between the recording of the two songs I took a few months of vocal lessons, I rehearsed with the band at least once a week, and I played a show with my band twice a month. Spiders was recorded in my friend's bedroom/studio and the vocals were composed by me singing to myself quietly in my garage before I had ever sang in front of an audience or even into an actual microphone. I was an *extremely* inexperienced singer, and the recording here is probably something like my twentieth time singing the song all the way through. You can hear how careful I have to be with my voice, it's light and narrow, there's no power to it. At that point I was *incapable* of the power build that comes at the end of Sirens.

I'm bringing this up to show what a difference three years of pretty intense practice and performance make, but also as a bit of a warning.

When Dani and I recorded Spiders, P.I.T. was me and Dani and a bunch of separate recordings Dani had done of various instruments (Dani is so talented and so skilled - Sirens started out as a track called "Bass Dirge" because Dani wrote it to have a fun bass song to play because they are primarily a bassist, but they are also an incredible multi-instrumentalist who became our guitarist after the first guitarist left the band and who would take over the drums from time to time during rehearsals to show the drummer how to play various parts - if anything we ever made sounded good it's because Dani wrote such good music for us to build from). Dani wrote brilliant instrumental pieces and gave them to me and I figured out a vocal line and wrote lyrics, occasionally saying something like "I think we need to make the bridge weirder" or "what if the drums sounded more echoey." Dani recorded my vocals and mixed them and created a six song demo for us that we released as an EP (so we could show people what our idea of the band was) and would send out to prospective drummers and guitarists. And, unfortunately, those songs never got re-recorded. And it drives me insane, because there was one song we dropped entirely from our setlist, and other than that every single song we wrote evolved through months of playing into something much better than what we started with. We'd find problems in the recording that needed to be adjusted to a live performance and the adjusted version got a little longer and a little harder and a little more distorted until something that started out sounding like an 80s darkwave song ended up with an undeniable postrock vibe because the guitarist who joined us was into shoegaze.

My voice got stronger and I had to learn to move around a stage and sometimes parts of the performance became parts of the song - during the "bury me now" bridge on Spiders it didn't feel right to do some kind of halfhearted swaying so I started dropping to my knees, laying flat on the stage, and doing like a backbend/camel pose to get off the ground as I came back into the chorus and the song picked up speed again. But in order to justify that while singing the song needed a LOT more force.

This photo was taken as I was rising out of the "bury me" backbend and pushing into the chorus.

That section is at about 3:30 in the song, and the song as recorded is a complete mismatch for the kind of snarl and roar that came out of years of practice.

The difference with Sirens is that we didn't record that song until after several weeks of actually practicing playing it with the whole band. The original Bass Dirge doesn't have the same guitar build at the end, that build was influenced by Dani and our former shoegaze guitarist being nerds about pedals together. I didn't record the vocals until after we'd played it enough in practice that I knew where I needed to get a breath in before the six second sustained "down" and "drown" in the final chorus. The recording we've released is still nowhere near as hard or heavy as it sounded in practice, but it is miles and miles better than the first songs we released not only because we had all learned more in the natural course of practice, but because that specific song was practiced *as a whole* before it was released.

Sadly, we were getting ready to do a live recording EP with the heavier versions of a lot of those songs in early March of 2020.

So the two takeaways I want you to have from this are:

Consistent practice really does make you better, even and especially if you suck at first.

New musicians, please don't release your demos, a demo is a practice tool, not a final product. We were super eager to get music out and it means we released music that mostly sounds bad to me because I know how much better those songs got - obviously you can't play every song for two years before you record it, but you should spend at least a few hours playing it and troubleshooting it and experiencing the awkwardness of it live and in person with a full band before you release it.

I love the way that sirens sounds, but every time I listen to that thready, whispery, timid little voice on Spiders I wonder what I was thinking when I decided that it would be totally cool to release a song that I'd never actually sang all they way through.

Also I love talking about my band and I miss my band and I've been wanting to make more music for a long time and getting back into vocal practice seems like as good a time as any to start tinkering with stuff.

Every time I start looking at vocal range videos to try to get back into practice singing I feel like I'm being gaslit.

[nobodysnowhere]

Studying in Ramshackle (or trying to)

A How-To Guide, to driving your reasonable friends crazy with your constant chaos

Summary: After finally convincing your friends to form a study group, you meet up at Ramshackle, to do as study groups do… Cause an unimaginable amount of mischief, shenanigans, and maybe do something productive on the side.

Cast: First years, gn reader

Notes: Studying hits hard, Procrastination hits harder. This can be read as a continuation of Time sensitive cram session, but it does have to be

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Ramshackle Lounge was surprisingly quiet for once, considering how many people were currently there. The only thing you can hear is the scratching of pens on paper, the ticking of the grandfather clock, and surprisingly quiet circuitry, that’s letting Ortho function as he does.

That quiet thought is interrupted too soon as Ace lets out a frustrated groan and drops his head on top of his work material.

“That’s it. I give up. For how long do you guys think Riddle will collar me when I inevitably fail?” he says, letting his frustration seep into his voice.

“We barely started studying though?” you look at the clock, it has barely even been an hour. “Don’t forget we still have to read through the books both Riddle and Vil left for us to review.”

“That’s why I started with those, this way I can prove that I studied.” Epel adds as he lifts the book he’s currently taking notes on.

“Can’t we at least take a little break? It’s not like it’ll set us back by much.” Ace continues to complain, while simultaneously slumping deeper onto the desk.

At this Grim decides to join the conversation in agreement with Ace, as he too slumps over his notes.

Deuce seems to agree with the duo

“If all you INDOLENT FOOLS can do is complain feel free to leave, but let the rest of us study in peace.” Sebek loudly announces. Making you all flinch at his sudden addition to the discussion.

“How about we leave it up to a vote then?” you offer, hoping to keep some semblance of peace before this ends in a screaming match, or worse a battle within the Lounge.

Sebek looks like he wants to complain, but before he can Ortho buts in and adds his two cents. “Research proves that taking purposeful breaks every once in a while increases your energy, productivity, and your ability to focus.”

You all look expectantly at Sebek. He takes a moment to think about it before he stiffly nods. „Fine. We‘ll vote on it.“

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In the end everyone but Sebek voted for the brake.

Sebek stares at Jack in quiet disbelief. „Out of everyone here, I would have expected you to agree with me. They won’t get any studying done if all they do is laze around.“

Jack nods in agreement. „That is true but the way they are now they wouldn’t get anything done either. It is important to acknowledge the usefulness of brakes in moderation.“

A little miffed Sebek finally concedes and puts his pen to rest.

As if coming back alive, Ace practically jumps out of his seat and closes his book with a little too much force, startling you so much that you end up falling off your chair.

„Dude, a warning would have been nice.“ you complain, as you pull yourself back up, by the edge of the desk.

As you sit back down in your chair you look at Ace waiting on him to apologize.

Quite frankly, you should have known better than to expect him to apologize, because as soon as you look at him burst out into laughter, but not only him. No, no. That would have been easier to cope with. Instead, almost everyone looks about ready to join him.

So of course like the mature person you are, you take the high road…

Of also making Ace fall off his chair.

As he falls he tries to grab at anything to catch his fall with, sadly for him, everything seems just a smidgen out of reach so he ends up looking like an idiot, flailing around with his arms for no apparent reason.

Ace lands on the floor with a thud, that seems to open the floodgates to everyone starting to snicker at his misery.

„What was that for? Just because you’re clumsy doesn’t mean you need to punish me for it.“ Ace yelps in pain as he rubs his side to soothe the ache.

„What was what for? I didn’t do anything.“ you answer innocently. Raising your arms in faux surrender, while holding back a smug grin.

Ace looks around for support.

Grim is full-on laughing at Ace, dibbling over because of how much he is, even pointing at him as while continues to laugh his heart out.

Deuce at least covers his chuckling with a hand over his mouth. He shakes his head, denying having seen you pushing Ace off his chair.

Epel doesn’t seem to be fairing any better. Grinning at his quick downfall. „Don’t look at me. I didn’t see anyone do anything.“

“They literally pushed me! How could none of you have seen it?!” Ace throws his arms up in exasperation.

„I have to agree with Epel on this one.“ you hear Ortho chirp up. He, not unlike Grim, isn’t trying to hide his laughter, though he isn’t as extreme as the little Monsters.

With utter disbelief Ace looks towards where both Jack and Sebek are sitting, giving them a pleading glance.

Jack shakes his head, he‘s a lot better at hiding his expression in comparison to the others, but you can clearly see that he too finds this amusing. „I wasn’t paying attention.“ is all he has to say.

Sebek tsks once, rolling his eyes before looking away from Ace. „I‘m not involving myself in this senseless squabble between humans.“, he says as if he isn’t holding back a small smirk himself.

„I hate all of you.“ Ace says before pulling himself back onto his chair.

“Apparently not enough to stop hanging out with us.” is all you have to reply with before the group descends into mindless chatter.

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You nod your head, growing more tired by the minute, halfheartedly listening to Sebek ramble, as he continues going on a tangent about how amazing Fae are and how great Malleus is.

Ace pokes you with his elbow to get your attention. You lean closer to him to let him whisper into your ear.

“For how long exactly has he been going on for now? Doesn’t he ever get tired?”

You take a quick glance at Sebek who is still very much in his own world of admiration for his young master. “I don’t think he minds all that much.” you reply in the same way.

You continue listening to Sebek fanboy about his young master until you’re hit with a sudden burst of inspiration. “I think I have a fun Idea. Should I do it?” you ask Ace.

He nods at you. “Anything to get him to stop talking about how amazing his young master is for even a couple of minutes.”

You smirk at him. Not elaborating on what you’re trying to say.

Before he could stop you, you right yourself back up again and interrupt Sebeks’ never-ending speech.

“Did you guys know that most of the third years have a fan club? It’s quite entertaining to watch when they inevitably start fighting each other.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” Sebek looks at you confused and insulted that you would interrupt him for no apparent reason.

“Oh, I’ve heard of that. Weren’t a bunch of them sent to detention because a fight broke out in the courtyard?” Deuce joins in. Tilting his head as he tries to remember what started the fight.

“They were fighting about which Housewarden was the best Leader. It got heated pretty quickly.” Epel helpfully points out.

“I’m surprised none of you three were involved.” Grim points at Jack, Sebek, and Epel.

“Pah, as if I would waste my time on such flimsy squabbles. At that time I was training with Silver. So I had no time to join.” he loudly proclaims.

Jack shrugs his shoulders. “I know who I think is the best leader, so I don’t care what other’s opinions are.”

Epel scoffs at the insinuation. “You wouldn’t catch me participating in something like that. I respect Vil but I know he can fight his own battles.”

“I wasn’t referring to Vil but if you say so.” Grim says as he shakes his head at the boy.

He seemingly starts thinking about something before he excitedly looks at you. “Do you think the great Grim has his own fan club?”

You think for a bit. Considering the different outcomes you could cause depending on what you say. After thoroughly considering your options you nod.

“Yeah. I don’t see why you wouldn’t have one.” you smile at him. You for one think that you and the Ghosts of Ramshackle count as a great fanclub.

Deuce looks at you a little befuddled, before disregarding your weird statement as you not wanting to hurt Grims' feelings. “Whose club do you think is the largest?

“It’s obviously my young masters.” Sebek proudly declares.

The table lets out a collective sigh of exasperation. Some things will never change you guess.

“Actually, it’s my brother.” Ortho says while shaking his head at Sebek.

“WHAT?! How?” the entire table erupts in shock. “There’s no way that’s true.”

“His fan club has a great online presence. It’s the best way to measure the size of something like this. My brother’s fans for one don’t like face-to-face confrontations.” he argues.

You nod your head in agreement. It does make sense. You’ve seen some of the threads Idia fans posted to defend him against some uneducated people.

“Shouldn’t it be Vil then? He’s the only one really famous outside of NRC.” Grim says. Unknowingly starting a fandom war inside Ramshackles Lounge.

Weren’t you guys supposed to be studying?

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Somehow the fighting stopped and you were able to continue studying. You pass Deuce some notes for the history of magic before he thanks you for them.

“Seriously. I’m so glad we can exchange study guides without needing to owe someone any slimy favors.” Deuce shudders at the memory, Ace and Grim following suit.

“Nobody forced you three into signing a one-sided contract with Azul of all people.” Jack interjects, voicing his disapproval of their reckless action.

“Well, it’s not our fault this place is filled with scammers.” Grim replied, miffed at being reminded of that tortures week.

“Wait don’t tell me you guys actually fell for that.” Epel joins, bewildered at how they could fall for something like that. “I remember Vil cryptically warning us about that. When I first heard about it I almost immediately figured out that it was a scam.”

“Well not everyone is that lucky.” Ace snips back. Annoyed about that coming back to bite him.

“Does that mean you three were running around doing the legwork for Azul for an entire week? Ohh how I wish I could have seen that.” Ortho chuckles at the thought.

“Did you also have those sea anemones on top of your head?” he adds.

“Oh, my seven please tell me you took a picture of them like that.” Epel excitedly asks you.

You chuckle as you pull out the Ghost camera. “As a matter of fact, I did.”

But before you could show him you were quickly tackled by a very frantic trio.

Grim hopped onto your lap taking the camera out of your hands, Ace stopped you from going after the Beast as he went to Deuce to delete any and all of the incriminating photos.

“Hey. Give that back.” “In one second. Once everything’s been cleaned out.”

While the trio is so focused on keeping you from reaching your camera, Jack shows the rest a picture he took on his phone.

The three on the other side of the table start laughing, which gets the trio’s attention.

They slowly look over to them. “What are you guys laughing at?” one of them asks while slowly walking towards the other side of the table.

“Oh, nothing really. Just some funny sea jokes.” One of them replies while the group of them walks in the other direction.

They all start to circle the desk before suddenly starting a sprint out of the lounge, closely followed by the trio.

Your camera lies abandoned on the ground. You pick it up again. They did indeed delete the pictures of themselves with the sea anemones, luckily for you and unlucky for them, you have your favorites backed up on your phone.

You look outside where the guys are chasing after each other. “So much to piling through with studying.”

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The results of the midterms were finally announced. Somehow. By the grace of the grate Seven. You all passed.

Ace, Deuce, and Grim celebrate their barely passing scores.

You watch on as your friends one by one get pulled into the celebrations. Regardless of how enthusiastic they were about joining you for studying, it’s clear that they all enjoyed spending that time together.

[rynwritesreid]

You found me| Spencer Reid

A/N: you know that episode where Derek is making Garcia and Reid do a field/physical test? Yeah that is my inspiration for this😋

Summary: Spencer needs to get fit for a physical, and you know just the trick ;)

Content: Fem! Reader. BDSM themes (dom/sub dynamics). Primal play. Mentions of marking (tattoos and marks from spanking). Nicknames (only princess and good girl). Orgasm denial. Oral (both Male and female receiving). Spencer is our consent king in this though!)

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Spencer had been working out, which for someone who had hated exercise and had turned you down every time you had invited him to come on a run with you, is weird. You wanted to ask him what was going on, there was obviously a chance he just wanted to get fit, but something was telling you that just wasn’t it.

You were sitting on your sofa, when you heard your front door unlock and Spencer come through. He was sweating and practically panting, you recognised this look though, it was someone who had just come back from a run. Instead of greeting you, he walked straight to the fridge grabbing a bottle of water

“Spencer, what’s going on? I have never once seen you go on a run. Is everything okay?” Spencer took a long swig of water before finally turning to face you, his breathing evening out. “Yeah, everything is okay. It’s just the FBI are making me, and Garcia do a physical.” He paused briefly, as he tried to catch his breath some more, “and as you know, I don’t work out, so I’m scared I’m not going to pass.”

You pat the side of the sofa next to you, inviting him to sit down.  “We’ll lucky for you, you’ve got your own personal trainer right here,” you tease, giving him a little wink. Spencer chuckles slowly as he takes a seat beside you, leaning back against the cushions.

“I don’t want you to go out of your way to train me.” Spencer has never been one to ask for help, and unless push comes to shove, he never takes the help people offer him. “I won’t be going out of my way to train you, and you know I love running.” Spencer doesn’t respond though, you know he will be thinking it through. “Plus, if you want, I can make it fun for you. I have a few tricks up my sleeve to make it enjoyable.” 

“Oh really? And what might those be?” he asks, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. You practically know everything about him, what motivates him, what makes him smile and laugh, and what makes him talk when he’s going through something. You could tell him that you’ll watch every single doctor who episode, or go to that Russian film festival with, but he knows you’d do that anyway. 

“I can make it a game, give you a reward,” you give him another wink. “But before I suggest anything, maybe you should do some homework, just to make sure it would be something you’d enjoy.” 

Spencer raises an eyebrow, “alright, I’m listening. What kind of game are we talking about here?” you let a small giggle, but you could feel your cheeks heating up. You had done what you were to suggest before, but not with Spencer because you thought he would hate every second of it. 

“Okay, don’t laugh at me, and you can absolutely say no.” But Spencer just smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I won't laugh, I promise. Tell me what you have in mind." You let out a sigh, “erm okay. I…” you pause, maybe you shouldn’t be bringing this up, but it’s too late now “oh god, okay I just need to spit it out. Maybe, we could turn it into primal pay.” You watch his reaction, but he just continues to smile at you, “you know what it doesn’t matter, I’m sorry.” 

Spencer's smile only widened at your suggestion, his eyes lighting up with amusement. "Primal play, huh? I've never tried that before," he said, clearly intrigued. "It could be fun to give it a go."

You couldn't believe he was actually considering it. Your cheeks flushed even more at the thought of what you had just proposed. "Are you sure? I mean, we don't have to if you're not comfortable with it." You fidgeted nervously, unsure of what his response would be.

*

Just like you knew he would, Spencer had researched everything there is to know about primal play. And, unlike what all his friends thought about him, Spencer was a very dominant person. You could psychoanalysis this and say it was because Spencer couldn’t give up control, not with everything he’s been through. But you also knew Spencer loves knowing you take care of him in ways no one else can. 

“So, I’ll be chasing you? That doesn’t seem fair, does it?” Spencer’s tone was thick, and questioning.  “Well, that’s because you need motivation. Plus, I’m already in tune with my body when I’m running. I know when to stop, when to slow down, how to control my breathing and when I should speed up. You need to learn this, and that’s how you’ll pass.” You grinned mischievously at Spencer as you explained your plan. 

While Spencer had been working and researching, you’d been planning out a route, one away prying eyes. Indecent exposure would most likely get Spencer fired, and that would wreck him. 

“Also, if you think about, you can chase me like I’m a criminal.” You let out a little giggle, while Spencer stared daggers at you. Spencer had done a lot of things to you, he has deprived you of all your senses but touch, he’s gone weeks without letting you cum because you’d pushed him a little to hard while meeting his friends, he’s made you beg, ride his thigh, spank you so much that the next morning it was hard to sit.  But this was new to him, and you didn’t want him to do something he was comfortable with. 

“And when I catch you, do you want me to treat you like a criminal?” Spencer sounded too cocky for someone who had just started running. You couldn’t help but laugh at him, “if you catch me Spencer, if. You can treat me however you like. But remember I get a 10 second head start, I’ve been running way longer than you, and I know these trails like the back of my hand.”

Spencer raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "I like the sound of that," he said, his voice low and husky. "It's on then."

“No cheating Spencer, I’ll know if you have started running before the 10 seconds are up. Okay?”  Spencer smirked, "I wouldn't dream of it."

You got yourself ready, mentally psyching yourself up. Spencer just stood there and watched, his eyes roaming all your body. “Okay, I’m going to start now Spencer.” And without any other warning you started, you’d done this before, you knew your body. 

This was second nature to you, you knew you could outrun him. You had gained a good amount of distance before you heard Spencer’s footsteps speed up. You knew that fear was all a part of this, it was part of the enjoyment. But Spencer been taller than you and having chased people far more dangerous than you made you nervous. 

“I’m going to catch you princess, you know I am. So why not just give up?” Spencer was taunting you. But you weren’t going to answer him though, that was just going to give up where you were. 

You felt your breathing pick up; your heart was starting to beat faster. “Princess?” Why was Spencer calling you? You knew he would say the safe word if needed. You could feel him getting under your skin, maybe that was all part of his plan.

You started to feel your shins start to burn, you knew you needed to give your body a little break, but you didn’t want him to catch you this early on. You found a tree that seemed big enough to hide, which allowed you to slow your breathing down.

Spencer could see you were slowing down, but he knew you wouldn't give up that easily. He had to be strategic in his approach. As he neared the spot where he thought you might be hiding, he slowed down his own pace, trying to listen for any signs of your whereabouts.

Just as he reached the tree you had hidden behind, you darted out from the other side, catching him off guard. His heart raced as he scrambled to catch up with you, his eyes locked on your back. "Gotcha!" he exclaimed, laughing as he tackled you to the ground.

Spencer was putting a fair amount of weight on you, ensuring you couldn’t wiggle free from him. His eyes were pinned on yours; he could see the fear in them. This is where he would normally stop and ask for verbal consent, but he had researched enough into this, and he knew you were scared of him.

“You did say I could do whatever I wanted to you, didn’t you?” Spencer’s tone was gently, he was making sure you were still okay with this, he wanted you to feel safe with him and that his wasn’t going to push you into something you didn’t want.

“Yes, Spencer, I did say that” you paused as you tried to catch your breath, “and I meant it as well.” 

Spencer smirked at your response, his eyes scanning the rest of your body, and he allowed you some more wiggle room. Maybe he knew what you were going to do and wanted you to fight back a little, or maybe he has just been nice. But once you realised you could move, you realised yourself from his grip. 

“Brat.” Spencer spat out as he watched you run away, “I caught you fair and square, Princess. I’ll catch you again.” You didn’t let up though, you just looked back a little and continued running.

But Spencer was determined to catch you again, but he also knew this was helping him train a little more. You could feel your legs start to hurt again though, but you didn’t want to stop, you couldn’t stop. Spencer saw you though, he watched as your pace slowed and knew he didn’t have to wait long before he could catch you again.

He caught up to you quicker than expected, his strong arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you close to him. You could feel his breath on your neck as he whispered, "Gotcha again, Princess."

Without any warning, Spencer lifted you of the ground and draped you over his shoulder, which made you realised he had obviously been weight training. “Why’d you run again, princess?”

You didn’t reply though and just allowed him to carry you back to your apartment. But by not replying, it made Spencer give you a firm spank, but you still didn’t react. You were still draped over his shoulder as he unlocked your front door, and as he reached for his handcuffs

You felt the cold metal of the handcuffs wrap around your wrist, securing them in place. You knew what was coming next; Spencer always played by his rules.

He carried you into your bedroom, laying you down on the bed. "I'm going to make you pay for running again, Princess." 

Spencer practically threw you on the bed, which allowed him to take of your trainers and running shorts. “Did you go commando just for me?” You gave him a small nod.

“Your glistening princess, does getting chased turn you on this much?” You blushed, feeling vulnerable and exposed in just your sports bra. "Yes, Spencer," you whispered.

“Now, I was promised a reward for catching you, but then you decided to run off again, which means I’m going to have punish you.” he tutted at you. “How am I going to punish you for that, huh?”

He retrieved a leather paddle from the closet. "This is going to sting a bit, princess," he warned as he raised the paddle high above your head. 

Spencer brought the paddle down hard on your thigh, making you cry out in surprise and pain. He gave you one more strike on the other thigh.

You squirmed beneath him, the pain from the paddle strikes mingling with arousal. You were both in pain and turned on. 

"Please, Spencer," you pleaded, "I won't run from you again."

Spencer smirked, his eyes roaming over your body as he held the paddle in one hand. "You're so beautiful when you're like this," he murmured, trailing his finger over your heated skin.

Spencer leaned down close to your ear, his breath teasing against the sensitive skin as he whispered, "I promise you, princess, I'll make sure you never want to run from me again."

Spencer started kissing your neck, this didn’t feel like a punishment though, this felt like his reward for you. Spencer lips seemingly were kissing you every part of your body, apart from the part that wanted him to the past. But that was long, his tongue and teeth glided over your clit, which caused you to let out a small loan. You knew Spencer loved doing this, he had once stated that if he died by suffocation by your thigh’s he die a happy man, so maybe he was giving himself the reward. 

Spencer’s tongue continued explore, it mainly focused on your clit, his fingers were curling up in your, which caused your hips to book. Which made Spencer stop, his chin was already dripping. “You know I love this tattoo” Spencer stated refer to the little teddy bear with S.R. initialled on its paws that sat just above your pubis bone.

He didn’t wait for your response and continued his assault on your clit. Your heart raced as Spencer's tongue and fingers continued their dance, and you couldn't help but arch your back, pushing yourself further into his expert touch. The feeling of his fingers curling inside of you, combined with the skilled attention he was giving to your most sensitive spots, was sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Spencer," you gasped, your voice barely a whisper as the intensity built within you. You could feel your orgasm rising like a tidal wave, and you knew that it was only a matter of time before you would crest over that edge.

Spencer smirked against your skin, his hands never faltering in their movements. He knew exactly what he was doing to you, and he revelled in the control he had over your pleasure.

You whimpered, needing him to continue, urging him on with your pleas and movements. But he seemingly didn’t care, you wanted to shout at him for stopping but you knew that wouldn’t get you anywhere.

He waited till he knew it had died down enough before starting again. His fingers curled inside of you again, and his tongue swept over your clit with expert precision. The sensations were overwhelming, and you knew that you were close once more.

"Spencer," you gasped, your voice barely a whisper as the intensity built within you. "Please," you pleaded, needing him to finish what he had started.

“Aww princess, do you want to come?” Spencer asked, his voice husky with desire. You knew he could hear the plea in your voice, and you couldn't help but blush at the thought of admitting your need to him.

"Yes, Spencer," you whispered, your voice shaky with emotion. "Please, I need to come.” 

Spencer pulled his fingers out of you; you felt your eyes start to water. He had done this before, but this time it felt mean. “Do you think it’s fair that you get to come first, even though you ran away from me when I caught you?” 

You shook your head at him, you didn’t want to speak as he would be able to hear your voice wobble. Spencer got off the bed and pulled you to sit up as your wrists where still handcuffed behind your back. 

You watched as he stripped himself out of his workout clothes. “Okay, princess. Get on the floor and kneel for me.”  With a deep breath, you nodded and slowly moved to kneel on the floor.

"Good girl," Spencer murmured, approaching you. He gently guided you to move between his legs, positioning yourself so that your face was level with his erection. "Now, open wide for me, princess."

You did as he instructed, opening your mouth obediently. Spencer grinned down at you before guiding himself into your mouth.

You could feel his throbbing member between your lips, and as he moved in and out of your mouth, you could taste the pre-cum that had collected there. Your eyes locked with his as you tenderly ran your tongue over the head of his cock, eliciting a moan from him.

"You're such a good girl," Spencer praised, his voice filled with arousal. "You always know just what to do to make me feel good."

You felt your eyes start to water again; he was basically choking you. Spencer placed his hand on the base of your skull, grabbing a handful of hair as he started to take control, his hips moving against your face.

You struggled to breathe as his grip on your hair tightened, but you didn’t really care about any of that right now. 

Spencer moaned loudly, his hips bucking against your face as he neared his climax. You could feel the tension building in his body, and you knew that it was only a matter of time before he would reach the peak of his pleasure.

"Princess," Spencer groaned, his grip on your hair tightening even more. But he didn’t have time to finish his sentence before you felt him cum down your throat. You looked up to him, and it was a sight to behold really. His lips were slightly parted, his body was glistening with sweat and it truly felt you were worshipping him like this.

You tried to pull away, struggling to breathe as his grip on your hair tightened, but he held you in place, forcing you to endure the sensation until he was satisfied. Finally, he released you, and you gasped for air, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

Spencer looked down at you, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and dominance. "Good girl," he said again, reaching down to stroke your hair gently. "I think you've learned your lesson."

Spencer helped you stand up, his eyes drifting to your knees he knew they were going to be bruised in the morning. “Now I think I should let you come now, huh princess.” 

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[leashybebes]

fic: blue and gold (21/28)

oh we really are on the home stretch! today's @bucktommyfluffebruary prompt is road trip and my fill is here and below.

this is the start of another three fill mini-arc. have fun!

"Babe, it's a fourteen hour drive," Evan had protested when they'd first started planning. "Even in shifts I don't wanna do it all in one day. C'mon, I know you have as much leave saved up as I do. Let's make a vacation of it. Find a motel halfway, see the Grand Canyon on the way back. Do a proper road trip!"

Somehow that had translated to Evan driving for two hours, getting them clear of the city as the sun rose, then pulling into a truck stop under the pretence of picking up extremely subpar breakfast sandwiches. He was happily settled in the passenger seat by the time Tommy returned from the restroom, shooting him that I know you think I'm the cutest thing ever and you're not gonna fight me on this look, and now he's dozing, soft snores blending with the radio Tommy has turned down low.

Evan wakes up as they cross into Arizona, stretching in the passenger seat and turning to face Tommy. He looks sleep-rumpled and warm and perfect, and Tommy can't be mad about the couple of hours he spent solo getting them across state lines.

"Want me to take over?" Evan offers.

"Nah, you're good. You can do some extra tomorrow if you want."

They're aiming for a motel in Winslow for the night, purely because Tommy's familiar with the area from flying into the regional airport a couple times. Tommy thinks he might suggest stopping in Flagstaff for some lunch, maybe taking the scenic route through Coconino after if Evan wants to take some photos.

Tommy's never been much of a road trip person - it's hard to get enthusiastic about spending a day on the road when it would take a couple hours in the air - but like so many things he's finding it's not so bad with Evan at his side.

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The next morning Tommy returns from grabbing breakfast burritos to find Evan, just out of the shower, wrapped in a too-small motel towel. The burritos probably would have been better fresh, and they hit the road an hour later than planned, but it's worth it.

Evan's determined to do all the driving today, but they stop in Albuquerque for lunch and Tommy persuades him to swap for the last couple hours. They get coffees to go before they get back on the 25, but Tommy doesn't think that explains the way Evan's practically twitching in the passenger seat.

"Don't be nervous," he urges. "She's going to love you. She already does."

"Yeah, over the phone," Evan says.

Tommy nods at his phone in the dash cradle, the last couple hours of their route mapped out.

"Give her a call, let her know our ETA. Check out my message thread while you're at it."

He knows what Evan will find when he navigates to the thread headed Mama.

I'm so excited to meet him. What's his favorite food? Does he prefer beer or wine? I'm so excited to meet him.

[beachbunnyofficial]

musings on announce

Lately I’ve been feeling hopeless, not just hopeless but numb. The state of the world is horrendous and I’ve been consumed with the news, practically swallowed whole. We just announced our third album I should be thrilled - I’m not. I’m just going through the motions. From a personal standpoint I worry about how I’ll find my footing. I use to be so confident in what I was writing, now it just feels like creativity is pointless - maybe everything feels pointless (I know that’s not true). I’ve been comparing myself a lot lately to numbers and career moves. No matter what achievements I cross off it feels like I’m always chasing something bigger than myself, a feeling? Maybe I’m expecting to feel something I’ve never felt before. Maybe you don’t feel new emotions at a certain point. Is the excitement I felt winning a trophy in gradeschool the same excitement I felt headlining a fest? Hard to say. I worry my audience is slipping away even though they sellout shows and send me love letters. I feel anxious about how songs are performing when my label, manager, and booking agent all assure me “everything looks great”. My mom told me the other day when you’re at your peak it’s easy to see how far you could fall - maybe that’s what this is. I had no control over my Initial virality and now I’m trying to hold on with white knuckles. I feel guilty - guilty for being ungrateful, guilty for whining, guilty for getting jealous, guilty for not being excited - so many people would kill to be in this position. I think above all else, I’m afraid. I can’t control what’s happening to the world & maybe I’m projecting that unease onto my career - something Ive convinced myself I can micromanage. My ego’s in the drivers seat. If I tune out that could make me complacent. The discomforts a good thing… right?

I worry if you the reader - if you’ll like this album - we’re old friends meeting up for coffee after a couple years of radio silence. It’s awkward because from my end it seems like we had a falling out, but on your end maybe it feels like we’re just picking up where we left off? I can’t tell. Are you mad that I changed? Are you upset that I was distant for a couple years? Do you understand I needed some time to work on myself? Do you wish I would go back to the old me? It’s embarrassing to be insecure…I’m not always like this. But my goal is to capture how I’m feeling authentically, and as of February 15th, a week after announcing Tunnel Vision, I’m not feeling like my best self

I wrote a lot about these worries on the record - lack of control, overthinking, letting go, jealousy. I thought if I could capture those emotions in a song I could exorcise them from my body. I need to remind myself I am not my emotions, I am not my career, I am not a machine. Just a girl in Chicago trying to make some artwork about the complexity of the mind and the hardness of world. I thought at this point in my career the jealousy and comparison would be over and done with. I hope I can convince myself this body of work is important, I hope I can stop checking in, I want to not care about how it’s received. I wish I didn’t care what you think.

I should be proud I made something I truly like, with messages I still stand by, and songs I think are cool. That has always been my philosophy, where’s that now? Where did she go? I feel whole when I’m in community, when I’m watching a show I enjoy, when I’m listening to Lana and eating a bagel, I feel whole when I’m praying before I fall asleep, I feel whole when I sing karaoke, or play a gig, or when I make a new friend, or when I get to reconnect with a loved one. I feel whole when mimzy sleeps on my head and eats my hair, or I’m hugged so tight all the air leaves my lungs, I feel whole when I drink a glass of water and put on sunscreen. Checking doesn’t make me feel full, it empties me out, lowers my vibration, casts a shadow on my confidence. I need to let the art exist without holding a gun to it, I need to let myself relax without assuming the world is ending

xoxo beach bunny

[potatoplace]

Scary Movies

💖 Valentine's Collection 2025: horror movie 💖

Cazriel x Reader

Summary: You're ready to prove that you don't need to have your partners to get through a horror movie, but they convince you it's not such a bad thing.

Warnings: none :)

Words: 656

Author's Note: this was fuuun and cute! I know Cass would be real likely to poke and mess with someone that's scared too but I think he'd do that when Y/N's less tense lol. I hope you guys like it! Read it on AO3!

18+ only pls

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“Come here, babygirl, snuggle up,” Cassian said after he sank into the couch, extending his arms for you to curl into.

“I don’t need to snuggle this time, Cass, I swear,” you insisted as you sat next to him, but not yet within the shelter of his arms. “I’m going to make it through this one with no problems.” Azriel’s low chuckle from next to the TV had your eyes flicking to him, scrunching at the insinuation the noise made. “What, you don’t think I can?”

“I believe you can princess, you just won’t want to once you’re scared,” he said as he came to the couch, remotes in hand. Az sank down next to you, placing his arm right next to yours, and started the movie. Train to Busan was the pick for tonight, one that you had actually voted for.

You’d heard great things about it, namely how it was one of the best and scariest zombie movies. Naturally, you were determined to not rely on your partners for comfort during it, to prove that you don’t need to, you just like having them next to you to make the experience less scary.

It didn’t take long for you to regret your choice, each second of the movie adding to the tension in your body.

One scare got you badly enough that you started crying, your arms wrapped tightly around your chest as you tried to calm yourself down. Azriel wrapped an arm around you, tilting his torso a bit to provide more safety. His other hand came to rest on your thigh, squeezing gently every now and then.

You saw Cassian turn to look at you ten times within a minute before you sighed and scooted your hips into his, a hand tugging Az along with you.

You could practically feel Cass’s satisfaction as he also wrapped an arm around you, his free hand locking with one of yours.

Even with the two of them pulled in tightly to you, the movie had you tense as hell and jumping with each scare, your partners taking turns pressing soft kisses to your head after particularly bad ones.

By the end of it, you were feeling wound up and scared to go to bed. You sat on the couch, staring at the now dark screen.

“Are you okay, babygirl?” Cassian whispered in your ear as he played with your fingers. “It was a pretty scary movie, hm?”

Your lips slid into a pout. “I wanted to prove I didn’t need you to get through it…” You whispered.

“We know,” Azriel murmured. “And you would’ve watched it alone and gotten through it if we weren’t here, but…”

“We are here, princess. And we actually prefer when you snuggle into us for safety, it gives us that manly feeling,” Cassian finished, puffing out his chest. “Right Az?”

“Most definitely, baby,” Azriel said, punctuating the statement with a kiss to your cheek.

You bit your lip for a moment. “Okay. If you mean it, then I guess I can keep snuggling up whenever we watch something scary.”

A squeeze to your thigh and hand made you feel reassured in your choice.

“Now that that’s settled… Do you want to have some hot chocolate before we snuggle in bed?” Cassian asked, already standing up and gently rearranging you so you were laying pressed into Azriel’s side, causing a case of contagious giggles through the three of you.

“That sounds perfect Cassie!”

“Don’t put too much whipped cream, Cass, we don’t want her to be up all night,” Azriel warned gently as his arms scooped you further into him.

“Sure, Az, I won’t put too much on,” Cassian said. You and Az exchanged a glance before laughing at Cassian and his ever-present need for defiance.

But you weren’t feeling scared anymore, and that’s what mattered as you snuggled into Azriel’s chest and strong arms, listening to Cassian make your drinks.

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[plaidos]

not the same anon but chiming in on your feminine men conversation, to learn not to disagree.

i agree the 'rejecting male assignment' thing is clunky and flawed, but suzie eddie izzard IS a woman? (i know you never said she wasnt, that's not what im saying). she may not reject maleness, plenty of nonbinary transfems have reasons they dont, but even before she described herself as a woman (which she always kinda has) that being female was core to her facing transmisognyny right? the same with closeted trans women, including ones who arent feminine?

i think the violence feminine men face is grounded in transmisogyny, and can be life-defining, but theyre not the target right? its 'oh youre like a trans woman, we hate them, we're gonna deride you for being like them, you better not become one.' the path splits based on whether you are actually a woman, same threat different consequences. which is then why you can get some pretty transmisogynistic feminine men, who grasp that the 'leg up' they can get in the gender hierarchy is by kicking down. i also see how for a lot of feminine men its a very ambiguous situation, and some embrace sisterhood while identifying fully as men. ive known ppl whod see themselves as transfeminine men, and ive known cis feminine men, i spose the delineation is so situational.

what if we posed it that all homophobia, actually, is rooted in transmisogyny? cis gay people arent TMA, but trans women are at the heart of that system of oppression, so transmisogyny defines how homophobia is practiced and enforced, and defines how cis queers break solidarity too

i mean first of all, plenty of transmisogynised people do not have this internal “woman” sense that you are talking about. i think you’re being very reductive & resorting to an identity politics slanted view of something that is in fact material in nature.

also i don’t know how the conversation changed from crossdressers & femboys specifically to the ever elusive “feminine men”. i think it’s pretty clear to me that paradoxically, whilst these identities try to conceptualise themselves otherwise, they are in fact gender identities (or gendered identities?) that reject a male assignment. if it was just a kink or a preferred clothing, it wouldn’t be conceptualised as an identity. people into spanking don’t think of themselves as “Spankers” and people who like wearing skirts don’t think of themselves as “Skirtdressers” like it’s being conceptualised as part of Themselves. seems like a pretty veiled but decidedly gendered rejection of male identity to me. 🤷‍♀️

[rivalswrites]

Okay sososoosos I don't know if your post was sarcasm or not but AGHHH I've had this idea for Johnny and Ben for like actual years (Fantastic Four 2005 the brainrot you gave me) and have never gotten around to writing it

Think about Johnny and Ben separately with a reader that's on the aro and ace spectrum because they don't experience aesthetic attraction. So, looks literally just don't even matter to them. I can imagine it would be a good thing because both Ben and Johnny have people constantly focusing on their looks, just for different reasons. (But you know Johnny would be like 'I look this good and you don't even appreciate it??? 😞😞')

Not anyone's type

Before you read, please be warned that I'm writing based on my impressions of them not only in the game (though it's the biggest inspiration), but some of them with the movies/shows in mind too.

Aro-Ace reader!! I kinda just made this general aromantic instead of mainly aesthetic/look attraction, whoopsies.

Johnny is a flirt, through and through, anyone and everyone he deems good enough (which is just about everyone) will and has been flirted with. He's used to being put down and rejected, but he's never encountered someone who's just- plain never been interested in romantics. Especially when they're so fine.

When he's turned down he plays it off, usually just going back in for more- but you just kept shooting him down!

Most of his flirting is playful, so he really doesn't mean most of it when he pushes for you to go on a date with him; though he wouldn't mind if you said yes…

You'd have to sit him down and explain it very thoroughly to him, and even then you'd probably have to get Sue on his back about it to get him to fully stop if it genuinely bothered you- knowing if he was playing around or not wouldn't matter.

“C'mon sweetheart! Just one date with this hot shot-” Johnny pointed his thumbs at himself “and you'll be begging for more by the end of it.” His smirk doesn't flinch when you don't even look at his direction- pretending not to hear him.

Johnny wasn't usually a begger, but not even getting a reaction out of someone for his flirting hurt his ego in a way.

“Please! Just one little dinner date, doesn't even have to be somewhere nice.” His hands were up in a prayer, and he was practically on his knees looking up at you.

When you finally turned around to look at him, his eyes lit up- thinking finally! he had a chance you'd say yes. He waited oh so patiently to hear your acceptance to his date, “Susan! Get the spray bottle, your brother won't leave me alone!” And he fell dramatically to the floor as he watched you walk away.

Ben is a great guy, almost anyone who's met him- at least in the same side, and excluding hulk- has seen that. He's polite and has a great sense of humor, what a package deal!

He hasn't really had the greatest luck with romance, not since he's turned into- well- a pile of rocks, but after a long time of adjusting he's learned to deal with it. If anything he's gained confidence in his looks- if a beautiful woman like Susan can be interested in a workaholic like Reed, someone could be interested in him.

When he meets you it's all sunshine and rainbows to him, he swore a love song was playing in the background- but maybe that was just Johnny's playlist. Obviously the way to express his feelings is by making a move, so he does. He's offering you flowers, telling you that your outfit is nice- that you look nice, the whole shebang.

It's almost hard to let him down, to tell him you're not interested in that stuff at all. But ever the understander, Ben picks up on your explanation pretty quick and even apologizes for if he's ever made you uncomfortable. And while it's hard for a while for him to get over it, he's alright with just having another friend to hang out with.

He holds out a couple tulips to you, offering a patient smile as he does so. “Ben, we talked about this, I'm not-” he cuts you off. “I know, this ain't like that, I just-” now he cuts himself off “I like giving flowers to friends.”

Ben scratches at his head, looking off behind you, he was so scared you'd think he was lying. “Ask anyone! I give them to Reed and Suzie all the time.” You give him a laugh “none for Johnny?” He scoffs in return “the prick doesn't deserve anything nice from me- or anyone for that matter.”

You burst out laughing, taking the flowers from him and cradling them in your arms. He smiles again and joins in with your laughter - you both knew he was dead serious though. Never had he ever gifted Johnny something nice.

[itsaintmebabe]

the weight of survival

summary: after finally finding safety in jackson, the tension between joel and y/n reaches a breaking point when she insists on joining patrols. as their anger boils over, long-buried feelings surface—and neither of them can hold back any longer.

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

notes: let me know if you guys like it! i would love to take any requests you have too! <3

The gates of Jackson closed behind them with a heavy thud, and Y/N felt the weight of it in her chest. Safety. A word that felt almost foreign after so long on the road. Ellie was already ahead, taking in the sight of the bustling community, her excitement practically vibrating off her. Tommy greeted them warmly, and Maria offered them a place to stay, a chance to rest. But rest never sat well with Y/N.

Days passed, and while Joel seemed content settling into the rhythm of Jackson, Y/N couldn’t just stand by. She needed to help — needed to pull her weight. When she told Maria she wanted to go on patrols, Maria didn’t hesitate to sign her up. Joel, however, was less than pleased.

“You don’t need to do this,” he said one evening, his voice low but tight with frustration.

“I do,” Y/N answered, arms crossed as she faced him in the warm light of their shared house. “I can’t just sit around while everyone else puts their lives on the line.”

“Y/N, this ain’t the same as being on the road. There’s people here—trained people—who handle patrols. You don’t have to throw yourself into danger.”

“I’m not throwing myself into anything! I’m trying to help.”

Joel’s jaw tightened, and his eyes flashed with something she couldn’t quite place. “Help some other way.”

“Why? So you don’t have to worry?”

“Damn right,” he snapped, his voice rising before he caught himself. He took a breath, and when he spoke again, his voice was rough but quieter. “You don’t know what’s out there.”

“I know exactly what’s out there,” she said, her voice soft but steady. “We’ve both seen it.”

He didn’t say anything more, just turned away, shoulders stiff with the words he wouldn’t say.

The tension between them only grew over the next few days. Joel grew short with her, his patience thinning every time the subject of patrols came up. Ellie noticed, too.

“You two need to get your shit together,” she said one afternoon, flopping down onto the couch with a dramatic sigh. “The whole town can feel the weird vibes.”

“There’s no weird vibes,” Y/N muttered, but even she didn’t sound convinced.

One evening, Tommy pulled Y/N aside. “Look, I get it,” he said, his voice gentle. “You wanna help. And we appreciate it — we really do. But Joel… he’s been through a lot. You know that.”

“I know,” she said quietly. “But I’m not gonna sit around and do nothing.”

Tommy nodded slowly. “Just… try to talk to him. Before this blows up.”

But talking didn’t seem to help. Every time she brought it up, Joel shut down or snapped, and the frustration kept building until it felt like they were one spark away from an explosion.

The next morning, Y/N was at the stables, saddling up one of the horses when she heard heavy boots on the wooden planks behind her.

“You’re really goin’ through with this,” Joel’s voice came, rough and low, but there was a sharpness in it.

Y/N turned slowly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I told you I was.”

Joel stepped closer, his eyes dark. “You’re bein’ reckless.”

“I’m being useful.”

“This ain’t about bein’ useful!” His voice cracked, louder than she’d ever heard it. “You think this is some game? You think this is somethin’ you need to prove?”

“I’m not proving anything! I just—”

“You just what? You just wanna get yourself killed?!”

“Why do you even care?!” The words burst out before she could stop them, her own anger rising to match his.

“Because I—” He cut himself off, pacing away before spinning back toward her. His face was red, his fists clenched at his sides. “Because I can’t stand the thought of somethin’ happenin’ to you!” His voice broke, his hands flexing at his sides. “You think I don’t care? I care too damn much. More than I should. More than I can stand. And the idea of you not comin’ back—”

“Joel—”

“I wouldn’t survive it,” he finished, his voice raw. “You wanna know why I’m so damn angry? Because you matter, Y/N. More than I ever wanted you to.”

The air between them went still, the weight of his words settling heavily.

They stood there, breathing hard, eyes locked. Their faces were so close now that their noses almost brushed. Y/N could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin, see the pain and love warring in his eyes.

“Joel…” Her voice softened, her anger ebbing away as his words sank in.

“I lost too much already,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I can’t lose you, too.”

Y/N took two steps forward and pressed her lips to his, cutting off whatever else he was about to say. For a moment, he froze, but then his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her even closer like he’d been waiting for this as long as she had.

When they finally broke apart, his forehead rested against hers. “You’re still not goin’ on that patrol.”

She laughed softly. “We’ll see about that.”

In the end, they compromised — but not before Ellie found them and rolled her eyes with a dramatic, “Finally.”

Tommy and Maria noticed the change, too. Tommy smirked knowingly when he saw Joel’s hand brush against Y/N’s back as they walked through town. Maria just shook her head with an exasperated kind of fondness.

“Well, it’s about time,” she said with a smile.

That night, as they sat on the porch watching the sun dip below the horizon, Joel’s hand found hers.

“You still mad at me?” he asked quietly.

“A little,” she teased, squeezing his fingers. “But I get it.”

“I just… I can’t lose you,” he said again, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You won’t,” she promised.

And for the first time in a long time, they both believed it.

[broifreakingloveharleysawyer]

You’re Mine Germ

Harley Sawyer x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: NSFW, Smut, Oral (Male receiving), Harley being a possessive little shit, MAYBE a bit of yandere if it counts, Yarnaby being a little silly.

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You were known as Doctor Sawyer’s ‘helpful’ assistant, constantly having to deal with all the paperwork he has while he spends his days down in the lab, working on the Bigger Bodies Initiative.

A lot of the time, you were quite defiant against him, leading toward your impending ‘punishments’ that Harley inflicted on you. Usually these being some kind of act of pleasure aimed at him more than anything, he was a pleasure hogger, simple as that.

At around midday each day, you would accompany experiment 1166, Yarnaby, on his little stroll around the factory, you often came across your fellow colleagues, some of them even stopping to pet Yarnaby or to speak to you. And oh boy did you make Harley JEALOUS. He wasn’t a man who liked to share his toys, especially not HIS germ. How did he know, you’ve probably asked, well he may or may not have used his computer to hack into the security system to spy on keep an eye on you walk his prized experiment.

Anywho, when you got back to his office, he was leaning against his desk, his chin resting against the backs of his pale hands, clearly displeased with you. Shutting the door behind you, you let out a sigh as you closed the blinds, already knowing what’s about to happen.

“I suppose you know why I’m upset, don’t you, Germ.” He says staring coldly into your (e/c) eyes, a not so hidden intent underneath them. He beckons you over with a bony (hehe boner 😏) finger toward his desk. Oh boy…you were in for it.

“Because I talked to the other colleagues in here other than you, yeah I know the drill by now, Sawyer, I know you.” You immediately retort to him, crossing your arms against your chest, rolling your eyes as you reluctantly move toward his desk. You place your hands against the edge and lean over to where he was sitting, an almost perfect copy of his irritated expression etched onto your face.

Harley simply lets out a growl at this, grabbing your cheeks (NOT THOSE CHEEKS) and forcing your face towards him. “Do you have any idea how much time I’ve invested in you, only to have you thinking you can interact with the workers without consequence, well think again, Germ. I’m not as generous as you think.” His grip tightens, digging in hard enough to bruise, each word becoming more venomous than the last. “And don’t think you have such a privilege of using my name so informally, it’s Harley to you and that’s it. Do I make myself clear?”

“Oh please, Sawyer would be more formal than anything ‘cause I’m not using your first name, just suck it up DoCtOr SaWyEr because I’m not changing how I say people’s name-“ You were cut off by the feeling of his dry lips pressing aggressively against yours, pulling you into a deep, silencing kiss.

“Shut it, germ. I am your superior and you will treat me that way, or will I have to force down a greater punishment on you?” He spits out, moving his mouth down to your neck to trail open mouthed kisses to your shirt collar. “I own every part of you that's touched me. Every mark I've left, every cry you make- it’s mine…Are we both clear on that?”

“Hickeys are temporary, they don’t mean anything, plus anyone could make me “cry”, you’re not the only one who can do that, Sawyer.” You snap back, leaning back before being practically pulled across the desk and onto the other side.

“Temporary is a relative term, pet. Those marks may fade, but the memory of them never will. And as for your cries, they were a form of pleasure, were they not? Specifically made by ME. If you think anyone else could make you moan like that…You’re wrong…So deeply, utterly and hopelessly mistaken.” Harley huffs into your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as he undid the first few buttons of your blouse.

Placing another set of possessive kisses down your collar, he finally pulls you down onto his lap, grabbing your (h/c) hair with his fist. “Now, be a good little germ, open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

You knew you weren’t going to get out of this without some sort of physical contact with Harley so you reluctantly opened your mouth. “Good girl for listening.” He praises before suddenly shoving two of his fingers into your mouth, pushing your tongue down to the base. “Keep them in there and don't move.”

You tried to speak but couldn’t due to the thick digits in your mouth, attempting to mock or insult him in some way about something…anything really.

“Ah ah ah, pet, no speaking. Now, let's get back to our little conversation. You were being very stubborn earlier, germ.” He says, his fingers moving slightly inside your mouth as he speaks, making it even more difficult for you to form words. “I think it's time I reminded you of your place around here.”

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth with a wet pop, releasing your hair and gesturing to the floor between his feet. “On your knees, now.” He commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. “And remember, pet, I don’t like to repeat myself twice.”

Knowing you had no other option, you slid off his lap and into the chair compartment under the desk, finding a somewhat comfortable space to place your knees for the time being. But that peace didn’t last long, as soon as you're on your knees, he reaches down and grabs a fistful of your hair once more, pulling your head back and forcing you to look up at him. "Good girl. Now, keep your eyes on me and your mouth open while I speak."

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He smirks down at you, enjoying the sight of you kneeling before him with your mouth open and your eyes fixed on his face. “You see, germ, the thing is... I don't share well with others.” He begins, his other hand slowly unbuckling his belt. “And you in particular, are mine. Completely and utterly mine.” He says, his voice low and menacing as he pulls his belt free from his pants. “So if anyone were to try and take you from me…let’s just say they wouldn’t leave with both their limbs intact.”

After discarding his belt dismissively onto the hardwood floor, he leans back against his chair, “I hope we do understand the premises now, pet. Because if you ever even think about interacting with another worker on your own terms, there will be harsh punishment. Do I make myself clear, little germ?”

“Understood…Harley…” You mutter, still trying to keep your cocky and confident demeanour despite this humiliating pose. “But can we just skip straight to whatever you’re doing? I don’t need your dramatic monologue explaining what I’ve done wrong, I get it, I talked to a few colleagues while walking Yarnaby, big deal, and you-“

You were once again cut off by Harley, this time, shoving his fingers into your mouth once more. “To think I actually started to think you were being good…such a shame, pet, such a shame. I even considered going gentler this time, but you’ve just earned yourself a rather rough round, so thank youself for being such a brat.” He hisses as he begins to unzip his pants, keeping his grey eyes fixated on you in case you tried anything else.

Finally rid of his bottom half, Harley places his throbbing erection at your lips. “You are going to suck until I tell you to stop, am I understood? Or will I have to choke you until you’re begging for forgiveness.”

Muttering a few curses to yourself, you wrap your lips around the head of his cock and begin sucking, he wasn’t the biggest person you’d ever taken (sorry to all my virgin girlies out there) but he certainly wasn’t small either. You began to take his dick all the way to the base, lightly gagging on it, but not enough to make you start to fully choke.

“Fuck…only a few sucks in and you’re already bringing me to the edge, sometimes I forget how good of a pet you are.” He groans out, his hand covering part of his face as his chest rises and falls more rapidly than usual. “Maybe if you’re actually good I’ll give you a reward…”

As you continue to suck him off, he brings his hand back to your head and guided your head faster up and down on his cock, his groans becoming more breathy and frequent, his grip tightening and loosening each time you go deeper.

“Good girl, this is exactly why you’re mine, you’re the only one who can make me feel like this. And I’m the only one who can have you in this position. Got that?” He gasps out, his guidance becoming faster and sloppier. “F-fuck I’m going to cum, you can take it, can’t you, Germ? You can swallow all of it…”

Preparing yourself for his release, you bob your head a bit slower, enough to make him finish but enough to make sure nothing spills out. Letting out a final, surprisingly loud, moan, he shoots his load into your mouth, running a hand through his disheveled, black hair.

“Darling…I must admit I was quite pent up…thank you…” He mutters, his voice actually having a kinder tone for once, a very faint but visible smile on his face.

Wiping your mouth, you get out from under the desk, the desktop showing all of the security cameras visible. There you could see Yarnaby in the control room, chewing on some wires with his vertical mouth.

“Harley…”

“Yes, Germ?”

“Yarnaby is eating the wires in the control room.”

“I see…well I- Wait what?!”

He quickly fumbles to put his pants back on as he looks at the screen. “Godammit, Yarnaby! Not again!”

Well that’s one more thing you’re gonna have to deal with…

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[nobodysnowhere]

The Prefect can kick some NPC ass

A How-Too Guide to threatening people you don’t like

Summary: You see some idiot pick on Grim and you put him back in his place.

Cast: Riddle, Grim, gn reader

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

“I didn’t expect that you need to keep so much in mind while taking care of a hedgehog. Those little guys are quite demanding aren’t they?”

“Well of course. Every animal has their own needs that need to be met so that they can live comfortably. Of course, it would take some effort to replicate the way they would live outside of captivity.” Riddle explains as he continues walking down the filled hallway towards the cafeteria.

During the breaks, the halls of the building are always lined with rude students who don’t care if they run you over, but since you’re with a Housewarden right now, the same students avoid you like the plague.

The conversation between the two of you flows easily until you hear a commotion from the courtyard.

You look outside of a window and find Grim angrily stomping and pointing at some student who has his magic pen ready for combat.

“Could you hold this for a second?” You ask Riddle hurriedly, before -without really thinking about it- shoving your bag into his hands, opening the second-floor window, and jumping out of it.

You only hear Riddle yell with worried confusion before you land on a tree branch and swing yourself onto the ground floor.

After safely landing on the floor you skillfully ignore Riddle’s frantic yells and the weird looks the surrounding students give you, to casually -or as casually as you can be- jogging up to where Grim and the student are.

“Have I missed anything?” You ask as you arrive at the scene of the fight.

“Henchman! That guy attacked me for no good reason! Tell him off!” Grim commands as he hops over to your side.

“Has he now?” you ask, giving the guy a chance to explain himself.

“So what if I did? That rat stood in my way so of course I would make the thing move.” he scoffs at you, giving you a once over and rolling his eyes as he recognizes you.

“You’re that Ramshackle Prefect, aren’t you? The one without any magic? What are you going to do? I’m practically quacking in my boots.”

You smile at him. Cautiously taking a step towards him before putting a hand on his shoulder, gripping it tightly, letting the fabric of his uniform bunch up from the force.

“I don’t need to do anything. All we need to do is wait for the very enraged Housewarden of Heartslabyul to show up.” you smile innocently at him.

“W-what?” he asks, uncertainty slipping into his tone. He tries to take a step back, but you don’t let him.

“Oh, have I forgotten to mention? Silly me, Riddle saw you casting a spell from right over there, and you and I both know that’s against the rules.” you gesture towards the window you just jumped out of, while talking down on him as if he were a small child.

“But I’m no Riddle. You’re free to go as long as you apologize to Grim.” you say as you point toward where Grim is standing, still gripping the guy's shoulder in a vice grip.

“Shit alright, just let me go already. I’m sorry for attacking your stupid rat!” he says as he continues to try and free himself.

You sigh knowing that this is probably the best you will get out of him. “Fine. You’re free to leave. But do remember. Next time I won’t be this lenient.” you let him go, even shoving him a little just because you can.

As he scampers away, figurative tail tucked between his legs, you make him trip over his own feet.

“Myah hah hah hah! And stay away from us next time. Great job Hench Human, I totally had everything under control, but I knew you could handle that swiftly as well.” Grim boastfully claims, as he jumps up onto your shoulder, giving it a praising pat.

“I’m impressed with how quickly you came up with that lie, you tricked him well.”

“Oh, I didn’t lie. Riddle probably is on his way down here after the stunt I pulled. Don’t worry though, I have everything under control.”

Grim looks at you appalled, he seems about to ask what kind of stunt you pulled, before said Housewarden shows up.

He angrily stomps up to you, still carrying your book bag, before stopping right in front of you.

“Prefect! What were you thinking?!? Jumping out of the second floor like that. You could have seriously injured yourself!” he huffs, scanning you for any injuries you might have given yourself with that stunt.

You realize that he seems more worried than mad, how sweet.

“Alright. First of all, we both know that isn’t the worst thing that, one has happened to me and two this wasn’t the weirdest thing that’s happened in this school, that probably belongs to either Rook or Jade.” you state in a matter of fact way, while taking you bag back with an appreciative nod.

“And also I saw Grim down here so it was only logical for me to do that.”

Riddle shakes his head in exasperation, he sighs once before deciding to let this topic rest, knowing full well this conversation would lead nowhere if he tried pursuing more answers.

“Just don’t get reckless with it. I don’t want to visit you in the nurses' office because of some broken bones and a concussion.”

“Will do Housewarden Riddle.” you smile and nod in agreement, knowing full well that nothing is going to change.

“Now… where did we stop? Oh right, so hedgehogs actually need to exercise daily to not go overweight? I know a certain someone that could learn a thing or two from them.”

“Hey!” you at Grim who’s still sitting on your shoulder. “I wasn’t talking about you? I meant the ghosts. They really need to watch their diets, but if you think I was talking about you then there might be something true about that statement.”

Grim grumbles on top of your shoulder as you continue to chat with Riddle, walking to the cafeteria uninterrupted.

[fanficfox]

i am so obsessed w the thought of sub schlatt, as a trans man i would lovelove to peg him, if you will please write something bout it

i’ll try! i can write a little something, just for you <3

(NSFW 🔞: male/trans man!reader x schlatt, pegging, hair puliing, ass slapping. i think that’s it)

schlatt says a little prayer to himself in his head as he waits for you to get everything ready. he’s only been pegged by you a couple times but it still gets him nervous everytime. he’s bent over on the edge of the bed. a pillow supporting his hips. his hands grip the sheets infront of him anticipating what’s to come. his tough big guy demeanor long gone and forgotten. you come up behind him, already lubed up and ready to go. you deliver a hard smack on his ass and he whimpers. “go slow alright? just until i get use to it” schlatt desperately pleads with you “oh come on pretty boy, we done this before…you should already be use to it, but fine, i’ll go slow….for now” you respond back looking down at him. schlatt looks back at you his eyes desperate. you can see the fear but you also see the love and desire. you rub your tip on his entrance…getting some of the lubricant on him, then slowly start to push yourself into him, inch by inch. it seems the more you slide into him. the louder he gets. schlatt grunts, groans and whimpers with the first couple of thrusts. you go slow like he asked so he can get use to you. once the pain turns into pleasure schlatt looks back at you and goes “can you go a little faster?” his voice is a little timid and shy. like he’s a little nervous to ask you. you smile and respond with “anything for you pretty boy” schlatt immediately blushes like a school girl, his chubby cheeks glowing visibly red and it makes your heart jump knowing you were the one that got him blushing like that. you start to pick up the pace slowly but gradually you get faster. pounding your hips into his. his ass bounces off of you and you keep harsh slaps making sure schlatt will feel you every time he sits down afterwards. his whimpers are loud and high pitch a stark difference from his deep low voice. only you can make him feel small and timid. he feels like he can’t do anything but just take it. schlatt’s cock is so hard and with every thrust it rubs against the pillow giving him a little bit of friction. you grab onto his beautiful brown hair, your fingers almost slipping through from how soft it is. when you manage to get a good grip you pull his head back and you free hand holds his hip, keeping him in place. you lean down to his ear and give it a little nibble then whisper “see handsome, i told you you could take it…you just had to trust me” schlatt doesn’t say anything he just moans out an “mhmm” but that’s not enough for you. you slap his ass again. hard. “not good enough, use your big boy words baby” schlatt winces a little but doesn’t say anything yet. you smack his ass again. harder. “i said use your big boy words. tell me you trust me” you pull his head back by his hair a little harder. schlatt moans again. “i trust you! i trust you with my whole being!” schlatt whines out. he’s met with a pleased groan from you, your clearly happy with his answer as you keep going. schlatt moans and rolls his eyes back. the pleasure start to overwhelm him in a good way. his knuckles are white with nail crevices imprinted on his palm from how tight his hold on the thin sheets are. “i’m gonna cum” is all schlatt can moan out. “yeah? you’re gonna cum all over me like a good boy?” your condescending tone mixed with the light praises sends bolts of pleasure through schlatt’s body. he nods “yes…can i cum? please…please…please…can i cum?” schlatt is practically begging you. “go ahead baby boy, i’ve got you…you can let go” schlatt didn’t need to be told twice and after about 2 more thrusts he was cumming all over the pillow making a mess. his legs shake as he moans out your name. he start to push his hips back into you just trying to get a couple more thrusts in as you watch him. you finally pull out and you hear him moan when you do. you lean down to his ear again and say “you did such a good job for me puppy. you’re such a good boy.” you slap his ass one last time and he blushes again. he lays there on the bed for a moment, trying to catch his breath. his shirt sticking to his skin from his sweat but a huge smile on his face.

AN: hey!! so this is my first time writing something like this so i hope it’s okay. i know it’s probably not perfect but i gave it my best shot. i hope you enjoyed!! <3 :)

[yearofthesnape]

This is definitely why Snape had to die in Voldemort's eyes. I think there are more things to be said about why it was Nagini, though. (I do like your point about Snape dying, apparently backstabbed by his own people aka Voldemort, while in reality he's the one doing the backstabbing by not telling Voldemort that he isn't the master of the Elder Wand.)

First, from a storytelling perspective: we need Snape to die slowly and horribly so Harry will be transfixed by shock and be compassionate towards Snape, even though he currently hates Snape, because no one should die this way. Then Snape can give him the memories. Being killed by Nagini puts Snape in company with heroes like Arthur Weasley (though Arthur survived) or people like the Muggle man in GoF; it showcases how evil Voldemort is and how unfair the situation is, and it subtly hints that Snape isn't what he seems.

Then, from Voldemort's perspective. Some have suggested that Voldemort chooses this means of death to humble Snape and show who's boss (this post is a compelling example of the argument). I disagree, based on this passage:

"I regret it," said Voldemort coldly. He turned away; there was no sadness in him, no remorse. It was time to leave this shack and take charge, with a wand that would now do his full bidding. He pointed it at the starry cage holding the snake, which drifted upward, off Snape, who fell sideways onto the floor, blood gushing from the wounds in his neck. Voldemort swept from the room without a backward glance, and the great serpent floated after him in its huge protective sphere. -DH, ch. 32

Here, Voldemort has no reason to say "I regret it" for a larger audience than himself and Snape, as he doesn't believe anyone else is there. He has never before expressed regret, but in this conversation he has done so twice. Earlier, he said to Snape:

You have been a good and faithful servant, and I regret what must happen.

It is possible to read these instances as taunting, but Harry is in Voldemort's mind throughout the encounter, and he records rage and coldness and businesslike purpose, but no glee or enjoyment, none of the "cruel satisfaction" Voldemort takes in causing Wormtail's pain in GoF or the amusement he takes in the Potters' attempts to hold him off in the flashback of DH ch. 18. Due to the Horcrux connection, Harry's experience of Voldemort's immediate motives and emotions in such scenes can be generally taken to be reliable. In the current scene, then, we can assume Voldemort is in work mode, with no time for fun and games.

I think Voldemort's "regret" is genuine, the regret one feels at having to throw away a useful tool — not a regret compatible with sadness or remorse for a person, but regret nonetheless. Even when left entirely alone before killing Snape, as if to reassure himself, he says, "It is the only way, Nagini." He is angry at being thwarted, but in his pages-long explanation to Snape as to why Snape must die, there is no hint of treating Snape as anything but loyal, and we know Voldemort likes to remind his Death Eaters of the smallest disloyalty and would surely have said something about Snape presuming too much, or Snape offending him in some way, if he had thought anything like that to be the case. (As we recall, he thinks they're alone here.)

The conclusion, then, is that Voldemort thinks Snape must die by Nagini out of practical motives. Voldemort has good practical reason not to use a wand here; he's attempting the highly ritualistic action of mastering the Elder Wand by killing Snape, and wands keep backfiring for him in ritual settings. (The Avada Kedavra didn't work to kill baby Harry in preparation for a Horcrux, and then there was all the weirdness from the twin cores when he last revived.) However, Nagini has worked in a ritual setting; she killed the Muggle that made Voldemort's last Horcrux. Thus, the most foolproof thing to do is to use the ritual killing weapon that works, rather than using the faulty one or finding a new one. (Plus, he's performing a ritual having to do with wands, and getting a second wand tangled up with it might confuse something somehow, given the complexities of wandlore.)

Snapedom!

Anyone having meta or ideas on why Severus had specifically been killed by a snake? Why would Voldemort, despite admitting that Severus had been a loyal servant to him and showing no signs of suspicion in his loyalty, decide to kill him in such a cruel way? And why Nagini, of all snakes?

Thanks in advance for input!