Ler!Sapnap Week Day 1 - Antsy
heyyyy……… in the midst of a we’re so over… came an indescribable… we’re so back…. (kinda)
so!! this is a fic for @sleepy--anon ‘s ler!sapnap week!!! woooo!!!! i know it’s a little bit late, but better late than never, right?? and i have two other ones for ler!sap week coming out as soon as i get them finished so it’ll basically be like its on time <3
this is for day 1’s prompt which is antsy!! make sure you check out the original post here, and make sure you show sleepy your love and support for putting this week together in the first place!!! thank you so much sleepy for working so hard to make this a thing, i am very excited to read what you and everyone else wrote, and for you to see what i have planned :D without further ado, let’s get into day 1!!
ler!sapnap, lee!dream, 1.3k words
enjoy!
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“Dream?” Sapnap called out as he walked in the front door of their home, phone camera pointed at the floor.
“Yeah?” Dream’s voice called back to him distantly, a layer of nerves apparent in the word.
“Clay?” Sapnap called again, his tone more teasy and knowing as Dream stepped into the room, a wide smile and anxious expression on his face.
“Oh god…” He grumbled, fidgeting with his fingers and slowly stepping closer to Sapnap.
“He's here,” Sapnap confirmed Dream’s suspicions, making his smile grow wider as he groaned, throwing his hands over his face and bouncing on the balls of his feet. Sapnap chuckled at his reaction, smiling at his already flushed cheeks as he dropped his hands down by his sides and looked over at Sapnap with wide, anticipating eyes. “Are you excited?” He asked, adjusting the camera in his hands, still keeping it pointed at their shoes, not wanting to overwhelm Dream by shoving a camera in his face during such an intense moment, even though he was aware it was recording.
“I am… very nervous!” Dream said, voice high pitched and wavering, taking in a shaky breath and falling into nervous, fluttery laughter afterwards. Sapnap laughed fondly at his reaction again, his eyebrows furrowing at how excited and downright adorable his best friend was acting.
“Nervous and excited!” Sapnap supplied helpfully, reaching out to rub his palm over Dream’s forearm to comfort him, swinging his arm side to side to release some of the tension he held in his body. Dream laughed, light and breathy, the butterflies clearly bubbling up in his chest, showcased by his unsure voice and antsy movements, unable to stand still. He nodded at Sapnap’s words, tapping the toe of his shoe against the floor, then his heels, then hopping up and down a few times all together, his shoes squeaking against the floor with his anxieties.
“I’m nervous, but I’m excited, I’m– I’m doing… excited hops,” Dream explained, continuing his hopping in place, biting his lip to hold back his cheek-splitting smile. Between hops, he stayed on his toes, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet, trying to loosen himself up and calm down his tense body. Sapnap cooed fondly at him, squeezing his arm where his hand still rested, unable to hold back the feeling of what could only be called cute aggression he was feeling for the other boy. How could Dream be this adorable? It was just unfair.
“You’re so fucking cute, Dream,” He said, unable to help himself, yanking Dream closer to him by his wrist and looping his arm around Dream’s waist. Dream squealed at his actions, letting Sapnap tuck himself into his side and rest his hand on his hip, breaking out into giggles.
“Shut up, you,” Dream replied, but he wrapped his arms around Sapnap’s shoulders, resting his cheek on Sapnap’s head. Despite everything, his body relaxed in Sapnap’s hold, the comforting hug being exactly what he needed at that time. He had never been more grateful to have someone like Sapnap in his life. He would be sure to tell him that once everything settled down more.
“I can’t! You just– you’re just like– I don’t know! You’re just being so cute, I hate you!” Sapnap expressed, tightening his arm around Dream and squeezing him tighter, giggling and looking up at Dream as he broke into soft giggles again. “Fuck, I just like– I wanna, like–“ Sapnap stammered, unable to find the right words to describe how he felt, instead deciding to progress with actions. Suddenly, he latched his hand onto the spot above Dream’s hip, squeezing the spot mercilessly and holding Dream close against him so he couldn’t push away. Dream gasped, his whole body tensing again, letting out a squeal as he flinched away from the feeling, but found himself going nowhere at all.
“AH– no! Nononono, noho!” Dream protested, pulling his arms back and pushing at Sapnap’s shoulders, leaning away from him to try and shove him off, but his arm was too firm around his waist. “Sapnahahap!”
“I can’t help it, you're just too adorable!”
“Stohohohop!” Dream shook his head at the feeling, loose curls falling over his face. Sapnap giggled at him, pushing his arm further around his waist, the tips of his fingers able to reach his lower tummy, scratching and wiggling just outside his belly button over his thin shirt, making him squeal. He tried to twist away, arching his back and sucking in his stomach as he pushed back into Sapnap, but Sapnap didn’t budge. Dream pushed at Sapnap’s arm, smacking his hand lightly as he tried to pry it off him, but his attempts were futile due to his weakened state, and all he could do was squirm in Sapnap’s arms as his little hops returned.
“Aw, where you goin’, cutie?” Sapnap pulled Dream closer, his side pressed into his chest now, and pressed the back of his other hand into Dream’s opposite hip to keep him in place, as much as he could without letting go of the phone he was still holding.
“Sahahap–! Thehehe– the vihideohoho!” He reminded, attempting to push the phone away instead, his laughter turning hiccupy when Sapnap pulled his hand back and turned Dream more, now able to grab onto his other side and squeeze above his hip there as well, keeping the phone out of his reach.
“Oh, I know, George is gonna love this,” Sapnap teased, pulling Dream backwards into him as he continued to tickle him to pieces.
“Nohohoho!” Dream protested, his legs growing shaky from having to lean due to the way Sapnap was holding him, and he stomped his foot on the ground to try to regain some stability. Sapnap decided to take pity on him, stopping the tickling and pushing forward to help Dream stand again, keeping his arm around his waist as Dream caught his breath.
“Okay, okay, I’m done. You were just being so cute I couldn’t help it. You understand,” He explained, going back to Dream’s side once he was stable again and hugging him properly, the way they’d started. Dream scoffed at his words, rolling his eyes, but he hugged Sapnap back tightly anyway. “Besides, you can’t say it didn’t loosen you up.”
“You’re so dumb,” Dream replied fondly, earning a soft hum of ‘mhmmm’ in return from Sapnap. He pressed a soft kiss to Sapnap’s head, and they stood in silence for a few moments, before Sapnap seemed to remember that he did, in fact, have a reason for coming inside, and they probably shouldn’t keep George waiting much longer.
“Alright,” Sapnap whispered as he pulled back from the hug, adjusting the sleeves of his hoodie and switching his phone to the opposite hand, making sure everything was still set up to continue recording for George. “C’mon, cutie, let’s go outside,” Sapnap said, reaching up and fixing a stray few pieces of hair that were out of place, slightly tousled from his movements.
“I need a minute! I need a minute, let– let me collect myself,” Dream said, his nerves coming back in full force, his eyes wide and unsure as he let out a soft breath to try and relax.
“That’s okay! Take your time! This is a big day. We’ll wait outside for you, as long as you need,” Sapnap reassured, rubbing up and down Dream’s arm as the other boy placed a hand on his stomach, seemingly trying to quell the butterflies that arose inside very quickly.
“Okay, okay…” Dream nodded, and Sapnap nodded as well, patting Dream’s arm before turning to walk towards the door. “Hey,” Dream said before Sapnap left, looking at him with a soft smile when he turned around. “Thank you. For everything,” He said quietly, and Sapnap smiled back at him just as fondly.
“Of course. I wouldn’t wanna do this with anyone else.” And with that, Sapnap made his way back through the front door and outside to wait with George, bringing the camera back up in front of him, ready to continue on with the beginning of the rest of their lives.
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I'm usually not one for brats. Firstly, I just find it absolutely adorable when a sub is tripping over themselves trying to be good. Secondly, I like praise and taking care of a sub too much. And thirdly, I think I'm just too much of a tease to really be a good brat tamer.
But since I saw some brat content on the tl today let's just lean into it lol.
I think every demon bro has the potential to be a brat, I just think they brat in different ways.
Lucifer definitely scolds you in public, and tries to act all superior to you. Because he absolutely loves to be brought down back to his level in private. If he's ever being a bit of a hard ass he just wants to get his ass smacked.
Mammon definitely sneaks around. He pretends to steal your stuff and that he sold it, when in reality he just has it hidden in his room. He acts all innocent too, like he can't believe you're even angry. I feel like he definitely likes to be out smarted when he's being a brat. He likes to caught doing something bad, and explained how you caught him and why what he's doing is bad. He likes to feel small and that you "won" something over him before you punish him. It also let's him know what exactly he did wrong, as he always hates go be blamed things he didn't do, having you talk through what he did wrong and why you're angry makes him feel safe and that he can trust you.
You might say that Levi is too nervous to be a brat but that's where you're wrong buckaroo! Well, you're half wrong. I feel like if Levi really, really wants to be a brat, he can be one. At first I feel like he would just try to disobey you as a way to be a brat. But since, Levi is Levi, he didn't really tell you he wants to be a brat and have you punish him. So when you're normally very obedient, but shy sub starts saying "no" and making a fuss, you stop tbe scene and ask him if he's ok. Levi learns that life is not a hentai and if he needs to talk to you if he wants a scene to go a particular way. But I feel like once you have the ground rules down, Levi likes to be a brat quite often. Playing the game I noticed that Levi actually seems a lot more confident in texts than when you're face to face with him, so I feel like a lot of your bratting scenes start with him being huffy or demanding through text, and you having to find and punish him.
Satan is like a cat when he's bratting. As in, he will very obvious do a Bad Thing right in front of you, like a cat knocking off a glass of water. I feel like Satan would create rules with you, just for him to break them. He's disobedient by nature! He loves creating rules with you and then thinking of all the ways he can creatively break them. You said he wasn't allowed to cum by himself? You said nothing about him *touching* himself, so surely him slowly jacking himself off is fine, right? You said no touching himself, but technically he's not touching himself, the fucking machine is fucking him all on its own. I can't tell if he would rather you out smart him and punish him, like Mammon, or prefer being told "because I said so". Like, on one hand, being told "because I said so" in response to "why are you punishing me? I technically didn't do anything wrong" is *so* infuriating, but that's why Satan loves it so much.
I feel like Asmo is always a teensy tiny bit of a brat, unless he's getting *exactly* what he wants, but I feel like he would only really feel the desire or need to brat when he feels like you're not giving him enough attention. So like. Twice a week lol. His go to method of being a brat is texting you photos of him jerking off. Just the idea of you getting so angry, and so horny that you have to track him down and punish him yourself gets him going so bad. I feel like he would suggest a "no touching" rule, but literally always break it, but only tells you he broke it when he wants to be a brat lol.
I'm not really sure what brat Beel would be... I definitely think he's a little shit and not as inoccent as the fandom loves to portray him. I just don't think being punished would really do it for him? Idk. Whenever Beel does something bad in game, he usually feels extremely guilty about it. When he doesn't care, like when eats someone's food, he just shrugs it off and says he was hungry. None of these reactions give me something to work with..... although I do feel like Beel would be attracted to someone with power. He likes it when you get all high and mighty and bring out the leather and whips (even if they only tickle him), so if you're a brat tamer looking for something like that, I think he'll be more willing to be a brat. I feel like when Beel is bratting he'll either intentionally eat your labeled food, or just silently be a little shit toward you. He moves the glasses way up to the top shelf, where only he can reach, and similarly sneaky things. Until eventually you catch on and "punish" him, or he'll come clean if he's too impatient.
Belphie is definitely, 100% a brat lol. Like Asmo, I feel like Belphie is always a little bit of a brat. Even when he's getting everything he wants lol. But, at least in the beginning of your relationship, I feel like Belphie would act like even the most gentle of punishments is this big, cruel thing. Belphie was bratting and talking back to you so you edged him once? Belphie didn't expect you to be a *sadist*. But I feel like over time, as you keep punishing and punishing him (because mans could never just. Not be a complete little brat), Belphie would work up a tolerance until you're caging his cock and putting weights on his nipples. I feel like he would also really really enjoy scenes where he's the "powerful Demon" and you're the "helpless little human" who puts him in his place.
I talked about Barbatos being a brat before so I wouldn't make a whole section for him. But I do feel like Barbatos is a very self assured brat. As in, he doesn't believe anything you could do to him will have any affect until you got him chained down and begging for mercy. He's very cocky that way.
If I were to twist this into what *I* specially would do if I were any of these boys brat tamer...... I would definitely make them beg for them to punish them. The second any of them would beg for mercy, or get all teary eyed, or try to convince me that they weren't bratting and don't deserve a punishment. Then huh, I guess you don't baby boy! :D
Fluff up their hair and plant a kiss on their forehead before asking if they want to watch a movie. Watch the confusion on their face spread as they realize that all the hard work they did to be a brat and show me what a bad boy they were is gone.
Watch as they fumble and say that they might, in fact, did something wrong and might need a correction, only to look at them dumbly and repeat the same words they said to me. You said you didn't want to be punished right? That you *weren't* a bad boy? And now you're talking of punishment? Don't be silly! If you're a good boy then you don't need your ass to be smacked red, your orgasms to be ruined, or your ass to be pounded, right? Watch as they slowly, and shyly admit that they were being a bad boy. Force them to admit all the bad things they did, that they *want* and *need* to be punished. Not giving in till they're on their knees, begging to be punished.
And when I do punish them, and they're being for mercy, I look down at them with an odd look on my face. Saying that they chose this, that they begged for it. That I was willing to let their little mistake go. That everything that happens to them right now is because they wanted it.
Idk about you. But that's what I would do lol.
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a random draft where i was ramblingg about witch hat & art to myself for myself :)
rare time i feel like actually going off about the thing i’m having fun with right now in more detail ... but not on twt where strangers might try to discuss back at me lol sorry but that is scary. (not that you even have the room to soliloquy on there)
i love how there's characters for varying types of artists to relate to. people like agott who have been adept at drawing from a young age but feel overwhelmed by feelings of not meeting their expectations. and are driven mostly by feelings of wanting to prove their worth..
people like oru who have always been around the art but now are burnt out from commissions and wondering just what they're drawing for... and ones i relate to the most personally like coco and qifrey, who started drawing at an older age to the skilled people around them. like coco i'm so happy that i'm in the world of drawing(/magic) now and excited every day but also weighed down by fears that i'll never get to what i where i need to be after starting at this late stage and also whether i'm really cut out for this....
and like qifrey i only started drawing after a narrow escape from trauma... i started drawing to make sense of what my life is now, just as he was invited by beldaruit to become a witch because it was the only safe path he could take. (although i've not been through anything quite like what he's been through... ouagh)
and there’s tetia who just wants to draw to make other people feel happy about what she’s made, to have fun, and spread hope and happiness and gratitude. who feels so happy whenever someone thanks her for what she’s created - i understand now how it feels to want to thank them for thanking her and how making art, when you get a meaningful response, can be a truly warm communal type experience. but you do need that response - her overwhelming happiness when the dragon thing was happy and she said it was the first time she’d ever felt fully appreciated for her magic and it made her soooo happy. she had been drawing until then, but it was the last puzzle in place to make her realise the breadth of what magic can be for her.
and riche who is determined to not lose the “her”-ness from her art, doesn’t want to learn new techniques and become more regular and orthodox in style if it means she feels she’s losing something... i get that!!! precious autistic-coded child... the ways we feel about our art differ depending on our own mental landscapes. hahhhh... shirahama said she began this series because she was having a conversation with artist friends about how it feels like drawing just really is magic. i mean..... it is.
i think writing feels like magic too, and i’m glad i can do both now. any creation is total magic. i’ve drawn scenes that were in my head and that’s let other people see them and if i can trust their comments about it, has moved them in some way or at least let them imagine a scene or a situation that they wouldn’t have imagined otherwise. but it’s different from just telling someone about it. when you draw something, or write something it really exists now - outside of you. THAT’S SO WEIRD.
i liked drawing a lot of takarazuka things (before i realised i got kind of burnt out drawing all this transcore stuff that people were not exactly responding to because it’s so niche and weird lmao) but drawing fanart for something that also ONLY exists in art is so special. it’s not acted by real people. like.. they’re just little people that someone drew and now i draw them too. total magic. and she gets up and draws them every day the same as me...
i love that a manga isn’t just art, it’s storytelling too. doing both writing and drawing at the same time - it feels like such a perfect and fascinating combination of skills and facets of creation. i’m better at writing than drawing, so i don’t feel like i can express my original stories well enough in comic form just yet. but i might just get there.
the world is so confusing and overwhelming and terrible every day. only creation is something i can understand. sometimes i can’t understand it - when i feel REALLY bad, it’s definitely like, what’s the point. and i wish i had more things to experience at present than just creation - i want to be outside and just feel and be as well as create. and at some point i’ll definitely stop posting my creations online. but creating has become something that i don’t need to understand the reason for it - so at those times when i wonder what the real point to any of this is.... lately, i usually still create anyway. just as you’d still breathe and sleep even though you’re hurt and confused by the horrors of the world. it’s becoming how i express myself. i find myself drawing pretty much every day because it’s part of how i make sense of shit now and i naturally want to do it. not doing it is painful.
i hope this magic continues. i hope it becomes far more wonderful than i can even imagine from here.
and i won't lose.
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