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In Between the Lines
Artist!Ellie X F!Reader
MEN DNI around 4k (?) words
summary : Ellie, a street artist, began working near your place. She quickly caught your attention. After a few days of observing her, you decided to buy one of her paintings. Now, you find yourself returning every day, not entirely sure if it's her art or the artist herself that draws you back.
warnings : none i guess (THIS ONE IS SFW)
authors notes : i haven't written in a long time and this is my first ellie x reader fic! this is part one! i hope you enjoy :) (masterlist coming soon)
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Returning from your morning jog, you grab a cold glass of water from the fridge. As you sip, your gaze drifts to the painting you bought from a street artist two days ago. Something about it captivates you, though you canât quite say why. Drawn closer, you let your fingers hover over the small, cursive signature: Ellie W.
"Ellie..." you say underneath your breath.
After a few more minutes of contemplation, you step outside and take another lap around the block. About eight blocks from your building, you spot herâEllieâsetting up her easel. Her hair is in a loose half-up, half-down style, and you canât help but smile at the sight.
You settle on a bench behind her and watch as she begins to paint, completely absorbed in her work. Then, she glances over her shoulder, catching you in the act.
âHey, stalker,â she says with a playful smirk.
"Uhm... Me?" you ask, looking around to ensure thereâs no one else before pointing to yourself as you pull out your headphonesâthough they werenât actually playing anything.
Ellie chuckles, turning fully in her chair to face you. "Yes, you." She rests her elbows on her knees, giving you a playful look. "You're always here, but you never buy anything."
You pause, a bit flustered. "I just⊠I like watching you work." Realizing how that sounded, you quickly add, "I mean, I donât have much talent for this kind of thing, so it's kind of fascinating."
"Oh, so you do like watching me work?" she teases, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips.
You scoff, taken aback by her boldness. Youâre not even sure why youâre there, but her audacity is outrageous. "Whatever makes you feel good about yourself," you reply.
"Well, I canât help being confident," she retorts with a playful tilt of her head. "How could I not be when a pretty girl watches me every day?" Heat rushes to your cheeks, and you look down to hide your reaction.
"No more comebacks?" she teases, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Did I make you blush, pretty girl?"
You take a moment to compose yourself before replying, "Thatâs not confidence. Thatâs arrogance. Do you flirt like this with all the girls who buy from you?"
"Only if they're pretty," she chuckles, a playful smile spreading across her face.
You pause, uncertain, and say, "Just let me know if you need me to leave. I donât want to disrupt your creative flow or anything."
"No, itâs fine. You can stay and watch," she responds, turning back to her easel. A wave of relief washes over you, but Ellie hears your exhale and glances back, choosing not to comment. Instead, she immerses herself in her work, the air thick with an unspoken connection.
"Can I ask you a question?" you break the silence.
"Yeah, sure," she replies, her eyes fixed intently on her canvas. Sheâs deeply focused, capturing the essence of the streets around her.
"Why do you paint around here? I haven't seen you at all until a few days ago," you ask, curiosity getting the better of you.
She takes a moment to gather her thoughts, reaching into the bag beside her for her paints. "I just moved nearby. Iâm only doing this as a sideline," she explains as she begins to add color to the canvas. "I run a business close by, but they donât really need me much."
You didnât expect that answer, so you quickly pile on another question. "Is your name Ellie?"
She turns to face you, a playful smirk on her lips. "Yeah, howâd you know? I was only kidding, but are you really my stalker?"
She already knows the answer is no, likely because you saw her signature on the artwork, but she enjoys teasing you and watching your reaction.
"No!â you jolt up, heat rising to your cheeks. âIâI just saw your sign on the painting I bought a few days agoâŠâ You scratch the back of your neck, feeling embarrassed.
âChill, princess, I was kidding,â she replies with a playful grin, clearly enjoying your reaction.
You let out a nervous laugh, relief washing over you. âRight, of course. Just trying to keep up with you, I guess.â
Ellie chuckles and returns her focus to her canvas, adding delicate strokes of color. âWell, if youâre going to keep watching me, you might as well learn something. What do you think of my technique?â
You hesitate, taking a moment to observe the way she blends the colors. âItâs really impressive. I never thought Iâd be so fascinated by someone painting.â
She glances back at you, a playful spark in her eyes. âFascinated by my talent or my charm?â
You smirk, feeling a rush of confidence. âA bit of both, I suppose. But donât let it get to your head.â
She laughs, her smile infectious. âToo late for that! I thrive on flattery. But seriously, if you want to learn more, I can show you some techniques. You might just surprise yourself.â
You blink in surprise, caught off guard by her offer. âYouâd teach me?â
âOf course! But only if you promise to stop lurking like a lost puppy,â she teases, winking at you.
âDeal,â you say, a grin spreading across your face as you settle in to watch her work, your excitement growing at the thought of learning from her.
âWait, you donât need me to pay you or anything, right?â you ask, suddenly concerned.
She rubs her chin in mock contemplation, a playful smile creeping across her face. âHow about⊠I take you out? Howâs that for your payment?â
You blink in surprise, your heart racing at the suggestion. âAre you serious?â
âAbsolutely,â she replies, a glint of mischief in her eyes. âConsider it a thank-you for keeping me company and for being my first unofficial art student.â
You canât help but grin. âIâd definitely take you up on that. Where are we going?â
Ellie shrugs, feigning nonchalance. âI donât know yet. We could hit up that new cafĂ© down the street, or I could show you the best taco stand in the area. What are you in the mood for?â
You think for a moment, your mind racing with possibilities. âIâm always up for tacos. But Iâm also down for anything that involves food and good conversation.â
âPerfect! Tacos it is then,â she declares, clearly pleased with the choice.
She stands up and dusts herself off, and you quickly step in to help her clean up her supplies. You gather her paint tubes and brushes, making sure everything is neatly packed away.
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When you reach the taco stand, the scent of spices fills the air, and you both dive into the experience, trying different flavors and swapping bites of each otherâs orders. âOkay, this is definitely the best taco Iâve ever had,â you admit, savoring the blend of flavors.
âI told you! This place is a hidden gem,â Ellie beams, clearly proud of her choice.
As you enjoy the food and the warmth of her company, you realize this spontaneous outing feels less like a casual dinner and more like the start of something special. The laughter, the teasing, and the easy flow of conversation make you feel at ease. You canât shake the feeling that this is just the beginning of a deeper connectionâboth as friends and something more.
You stare into her eyes, your gaze briefly darting to her lips. She notices and smirks, a playful challenge flickering in her expression.
You feel a rush of heat flood your cheeks, a silent acknowledgment of the moment hanging between you. For a heartbeat, the world around you fades, and it feels as if time has slowed down.
âAre you just going to stare, or are you going to say something?â she teases, tilting her head slightly, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
You clear your throat, scrambling to regain your composure. âI, uh⊠I was just thinking how focused you are when you paint,â you stammer, trying to redirect the conversation. âItâs really impressive.â
She laughs softly, the sound warm and inviting. âYouâre smooth, Iâll give you that. But Iâd prefer honesty over flattery any day.â
âAlright, then,â you say, gathering your courage. âI was also thinking about how⊠captivating you are.â
The playful glint in her eyes shifts to something softer, and the air between you feels charged with potential. âWell, I appreciate that. Itâs nice to be seen beyond just the art, you know?â
âAbsolutely,â you reply, your heart racing.
She steps a little closer, the distance between you narrowing. âMaybe youâll get to know me better if you keep coming back,â she says, her voice low and inviting
The challenge lingers in the air, and you canât help but smile, knowing that this connection is only just beginning.
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a/n : okayyy that's it for now y'all. I wrote this at like 11:30pm and i just couldn't sleep. I will be posting the 2nd part soon!
#ellie x fem reader#ellie x reader#ellie the last of us#ellie williams#ellie tlou#lesbian#the last of us#ellie tlou2#tlou2#tlou#tlou fanfiction#abby anderson#dina tlou#abby tlou#abby the last of us#the last of us 2#fanfic#x reader#ellie x you#ellie x female reader#wlw post#wlw#wlw sfw
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God dammit I hate art block so much like fym I can't draw anything cause I end up losing motivation and staring at the canvas after drawing a single line for the next hour or two only to erase said line afterwards cause i didn't even draw it properly
#sobs#chat im gonna kms#/j#i wish they sold motivation in little bottles#just take a pill everytime you need to draw something#eshajshjgskavduwgdjwvhd#have any of you fellas heard of this thing called among us alternative universe#by rodamrix perchance#uhh teehee#new fandom unlocked#but that's besides the point#art block#art block when i catch you art block when i catch you#grrr
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if Verlaine won't do it then Karl will
(as promised, @crowatyourwindow )
#bsd#bsd fanart#bungou stray dogs#bungo gay dogs#bsd shitpost#bsd spoilers#bsd fyodor fanart#fyodor dostoyevsky bsd#bsd fyodor#bsd karl#bsd aya koda#bsd aya#aya koda#bsd chapter 115#karl supremacy#asagiri when i catch you asagiri#save me from art block Karl#bsd 116
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Psst, hey.
Hey you.
Come closer.
Listen to what I'm about to say good and well, alright?
#out of queue#ani rambles#anti ai#anti ai art#solarpunk#solarpunk aesthetic#does this have the official backing of the other 2 event hosts? no i just made this meme on a whim#but also if you try submitting AI art and we find out? or worse if I can flat-out TELL its AI? I'm blocking your ass#one of the best artists I've ever had the pleasure of knowing won't touch the Solarpunk community with a 10 foot pole because of all the#goddamn AI art infiltrating this space. constantly. like even when I'm trying to be on the lookout for it I somehow reblog it anyways#even when I block the tags too!!!! this is a PROBLEM#you want more artists taking part in this community spreading the vision visualizing the future?#STOP REBLOGGING AI BULLSHIT AND CHASING THEM AWAY THEN#how are artists supposed to feel accepted and appreciated and loved by this community when every other piece under the tag is some fuckin#midjourney bs made my scrubbing the internet and spitting out a mishmash of other artists' works and ideas?#i have said it before I will say it again#i would rather see a messy pen scribble on the back of a coffee stained napkin with stickfigures than see some smooth smudgy AI BS again#this applies to AI writing too if I catch an INKLING that your short story even STARTED with some bs chatgpt ramblings you're blocked
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maya fey when i catch you maya fey
This bitch always breaks my art block. how. how does she do it, every time. curse her psychic powers
#ace attorney#phoenix wright ace attorney#aa#maya fey#art block#maehem#maya when i catch you maya#kidding i love you maya#mae comes back to life#im not dead
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Eggman voice: I have 70 alternative accounts! i just wanna look at pretty art why must you care so badly what other people think
#have a dumb shitpost I guess#this is something that happens to me often enough that i felt compelled to draw it#Here especially where users block pretty liberally and a good chunk of folks don't like me i end up doing this a lot#usually tho it's not about art for other sites because people who block me on twitter rarely have anything worth looking at to begin with :#also plz don't go blocking people with baymax icons to try to catch me that's not actually an icon i use#you will not know an alt of mine when you talk to it pffft kinda defeats the purpose#nugget rambles#my art#image.png#fursona#furry
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yea once again i am really hoping it's not a full blown server, i sincerely do not think qstudios is ready for that kind of undertaking and ngl i'm not either. like as much as i go fucking wild for the multilingual communications, even if by some miracle they completely fixed the legal side of things there's some other stuff that's raising some red flags for me so uh.......
.......can i rant about time zones i just want to rant about time zones i've been sitting on this for like half a year and getting more and more like ??!?!?!!?!?!!!?!!?!!!?!!?!!?
like first of all there have been europeans since the fucking first day of the server and yet very rarely were events scheduled at euro-friendly times and when they WERE it felt like it was because the french fans beat the studio into doing it, which they obviously should not have to do and it would have been SO easy to just hold a couple events at euro friendly times instead yknow trade it off like shared custody because we have the update accounts and if it's on a weekend some americans can just wake up before noon and still catch it live. it would have been so easy i don't get why the euro fans had to fight so hard for this.
secondly why in the fuck would you invite people to a server that is entirely about collaboration without making sure there would be people online during their usual hours and YES this is about the koreans, why in god's name would that not be included as a consideration? the only reason yd interacted with as many people as she did was because she fucked up her sleep schedule like that shouldn't be a requirement. i can think of a couple "blue sky" (i.e. idealistic with no regard for real feasibility) solutions, like "invite a few people from an existing language that stream in that time frame" or "invite another language group in that rough time zone", but honestly i'm flabbergasted. did we not consider this or did we just decide we didn't care?? there's a fucking half day difference between the prioritized server timezone and korea. sorry, but it's a multicultural server; you can't prioritize america forever, even if the server owner is from there
third and less importantly but why in god's name was pepito going to be given a european admin. most of pepito's parents don't come online before midnight in europe. that's fucking insane. that was doomed to fail from the beginning. obviously this is small potatoes in terms of pepito but what the fuck was that. who fucking signed off on that.
#qsmp#ok this i might have to tag#qsmp neg#small potatoes but holy FUCK has this been bugging me for fucking ever#block game brainrot#shut up vic#i try not to be negative but qstudios what the fuck was that#sincerely time zones are a huge fucking blind spot which is BAD when they want this to encompass the world#shocker but when your server encompasses the world you can't cater to fucking america constantly#i get that it's quackity's main audience but the server was made up of WAY MORE than quackity's audience#that was the fucking point of it. i do not understand.#they HAD the fucking update accounts. why not schedule a few events for europe.#americans could either wake up early or catch the vod. the way EUROPE HAD TO#fucking TRADE CUSTODY HOW HARD IS IT#ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh and biases on the table i live in the USA so#anyway. this is the hater in me coming out in honor of election night#i'll try not to do it again#actually if this is me being a hater i got one more thing#DON'T LEAVE PEOPLE OUT OF GROUP ART PIECES IN PURG//ATORY TEAMS#i make a point not to reblog red team art that doesn't include everyone who logged in#AND I EXPECT THE SAME FOR EVERY TEAM#(the one exception is green team members that may have joined later i don't require them in other team group shots obv)#(as in after the green team was dissolved and split)#anyway that was bugging me too#so. uh. anyway. / end hater arc or whatever#sorry to be so negative i am an american it is november 5th god help us#qsmp crit#forgot one
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i want to draw but the GODS HAVE FORSAKEN ME
im torn between drawing N with a lantern for his tail [because thatâs what i thought it was at first], or Menelaus and Aphrodite with a Blue Morpho Butterfly [because etymology, fuck yeahâŒïž], or Wade in a funky wolverine hawaiian shirt and sunglasses [because i love him and his wackass fashion choices]
or my oc Alex [because heâs based off an Alexandra Birdwing Butterfly]
OR LITERALLY ANYTHING, IâM DYINGGG and away from my computer so i canât write đ€§
#art block when i catch you art block when I catch u-#art block#artists on tumblr#traditional art#oc art#fan art#poolverine#deadclaws#murder drones#murder drones n#trojan war#etymology#entomology#send help
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so after changing our bedding last night we now feel worse than we did after going outside for two hours a couple of week ago and I'm not exactly sure why that's the case, but anyway we currently feel the way we used to feel the day after going to college
#personal#thoughts#ïżœïżœ post#vent post#have you ever one that thing when you go running and you run for way too long and your throat hurts and you're nauseous#and can't catch your breathe? sitting up makes me feel like that at the moment#I'm so shaky and brain foggy and our rib is still dislocated so that hurts like fuck#I really wanted to work on a drawing today but I have no idea if I'll actually be able to because holy shit#which sucks because I've had art block all month and it would have been nice to draw while we actually have the motivation for it
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uhhhh heh...
#just wanted to say: sorry for suddenly disappearing for a lil bit!! have been very busy with studying!#and unfortunately art block as well#i will be back to posting in not too long- just gotta focus on my studying for a bit!#and to all the lovely ppl who have sent in asks that ive taken ages to get to-#im so sorry its taking a while!! i have seen them and will get to them when i can :>#but yeah!! just wanted to let you guys know so :]#i'll be back to posting stuff soon i am certain of it#so many things i need to catch up on and reblog n stuff too ough#anyway. :) <3
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okay head in my hands i know nobodys gonna see this but my god pls stop reblogging my nonship art and tagging it as ship art. it is not ship art. i promise you its not.
#goes for shitposts too. two characters can coexist without it being ship#gonna start blocking ppl#my fault on the shitpost for not tagging it as not ship but like . how the fuck do you look at it and go#'yeh this is [ship name] and [ship name]. yeah. for sure. totally'#and when its on my art that i EXPLICITLY tag as not ship? infuriating. immediate block#you will never catch me posting ship art because no matter what SOMEONE will get mad about it#and thats just not a can of worms i want to crack open#delete later
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US Presidents as Dril Tweets
George Washington: another day volunteering at the betsy ross museum. everyone keeps asking me if they can fuck the flag. buddy, they wont even let me fuck it
John Adams: "ah boo hoo hoo i want to post Foul comments to content leaders" Fat Chance, Dimwit. I will annihilate you under bulwark of the Law and God.
Thomas Jefferson: Q: If your post was proven by a counsil of wise men to be racist, or bullshit, would you bar it from the record? A: I do not delete my posts
James Madison: (sniffing a crumpled up one dollar bill i found on the floor of a dog kennel) ah.. thats greenbacks baby
James Monroe: for decades i have traversed the unforgiving mountains and rivers of south america, hoping to catch a glimpse of the fabled "ass downloader"
John Quincy Adams: "This Whole Thing Smacks Of Gender," i holler as i overturn my uncle's barbeque grill and turn the 4th of July into the 4th of Shit
Andrew Jackson: handing Faves over to my enemies is FRAUD !! base, contemptible FRAUD!
Martin Van Buren: Food $200
Data $150
Rent $800
Candles $3,600
Utility $150
someone who is good at the economy please help me budget this. my family is dying
William Henry Harrison: (spends all of 7 seconds skimming some blog posts) yep. just as i knew all along. having pnuamonia is good
John Tyler: fuck "jokes". everything i tweet is real. raw insight without the horse shit. no, i will NOT follow trolls. twitter dot com. i live for this
James K. Polk: thhere is no such thing as charisma, and art is fake. the only metrics by which we must determine the worth of a man are Strength and Wisdom
Zachary Taylor: the doctor reveals my blood pressure is 420 over 69. i hoot & holler outta the building while a bunch of losers tell me that im dying
Millard Fillmore: trying to heal..... please donate to my go fund me... $10 will make me less racist... $100 will make me extremely less racist...thank you...
Franklin Pierce: blocked. blocked. blocked. youre all blocked. none of you are free of sin
James Buchanan: #NationalGirlfriendDay please cherish your gal's.. in honor of us, the single Boys who must sacrifice all companionship to #CarryTheBrand...
Abraham Lincoln: unloading an entire belt of ammo at me with a minigun or some such device will now get you "Blocked"
Andrew Johnson: who the fuck is scraeming "LOG OFF" at my house. show yourself, coward. i will never log off
Ulysses S. Grant: i regret being tasked the emotional burden of maintaining the final bastion of morality and Nice manners in this endless ocean of human SHIT
Rutherford B. Hayes: using the toilet when i hear Our national anthem start to play. i do what i must. i stand tall in complete agony; as shit runs down my leg,
James A. Garfield: too much truth in such little time. feeling the heat cominh down to silence me... signing off........ for now
Chester A. Arthur: i WILL wise the fuck up. i WILL super charge my content for 2017. i WILL get blue check mark
Grover Cleveland: the way i see it, people who come on here and submit content that is not up to par, could possibly be considered the "Villains" of this site
Benjamin Harrison: i help every body, im not racist, i keep myself nice, and when i ask for a single re-tweet in return i am told to fuck off, fuck myself, etc
William McKinley: boy oh boy do i love purchasing large amounnts of Fool's Gold. wait a minute... fools gold fucking sucks. this stuff is no good..!! Fuck !!!
Theodore Roosevelt: IF THE ZOO BANS ME FOR HOLLERING AT THE ANIMALS I WILL FACE GOD AND WALK BACKWARDS INTO HELL
William H. Taft: ah.. the perfect Souffle! cant wait to dig in to t(*EVERY PIPE IN MY HOUSE EXPLODES AT THE SAME TIME, COVERING ME IN SHIT AND BOILING WATER*
Woodrow Wilson: the conflicted supersoldier stares over the horizon as he smokes a cigarette. "war is the most fucked up thing ever." he takes a sip of beer
Warren G. Harding: somebody please Bribe me
Calvin Coolidge: aggressively joyless oaf hhere. painfully obnoxious respect demander checkign in. extremely dim witted frowning man looking for pals
Herbert Hoover: it is really quite astonishing that I have yet to win The Lottery, given how good I am at selecting six numbers and saying them out loud
Franklin D. Roosevelt: ive never heard of this âeuropeâ but it sounds like a big bunch of shit to me
Harry Truman: everybody wants to be the guy to write the tweet that solves racism once and for all because it would look good as hell on a resume
Dwight D. Eisenhower: my "F*&k It!! Let's Go Golfin" t-shirt maintains a tenacious stranglehold on my life. after 1,125 days of Golf my body is twisted, deformed
John F. Kennedy: when you do sutuff like... shoot my jaw clean off of my face with a sniper rifle, it mostly reflects poorly on your self
Lyndon B. Johnson: incredibly handsome , charismatic famous boy credited with ending income inequality after saying that slumlords should be called "dumblords"
Richard Nixon: i attribute the complete failure of my brand to the actions of detractors, oor my âtrollsâ, as it were, as well as my own constant fuckups
Gerald Ford: shutting computer down until the shitty moods & attitudes can fuck off., if you need me ill be on my other computer, sititng 60° to my right
Jimmy Carter: i warnned you all that bad things would happen if you kept letting your wives wear jeans. AND NOW LOOK! the damn gas prices are up again
Ronald Reagan: spend a lot of time thinking about how sometimes even war criminals can be heroes sometimes... Dont like it? Click the unfollow buttobn
George H.W. Bush: just thought off an idea i believe to be bad ass. lets find the address of the leader of isis, and mail him/ her pieces of our SHIT
Bill Clinton: were at the point now, that when i offer to impregnate my girl followers, people assume my motives are sexual. disgusting, grow the fuck up,
George W. Bush: friday night gathering up together a big pile of things i like to respect (flags, crucifixes ,etc) and just roll around in it ,give kisses,
Barack Obama: my IQ has increased 10 points ever since i stopped tollerating people mucking about, on the time line
Donald Trump: THERAPIST: your problem is, that youre perfect, and everyone is jealous of your good posts, and that makes you rightfully upset.
ME: I agree
Joe Biden: I will shut the fuck up , IF , it will restore the Harmony. I will get on my knees like a dog and make that sacrifice, for the sake of Calm
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demonstration
originally on ao3
based on this post by @fantasylandloser
pairing: art donaldson (challengers, 2024) / afab reader [gender not specified]
word count: 1.9K
warnings & info: 18+, afab reader, college era art AHHH, friends to lovers, first time together, mostly smut, oral sex (reader receiving), art is a munch obviously, reader wears a bra and skirt
summary: Catching Art up on your adventures gets hard when he doesn't get your explanations, or your hand puppet examples. Looks like you just have to show him exactly what went down. Based on this post that i could not stop thinking about. :))
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âOh my god, fuck you!â
Art chuckled from where he stood, watching as you tossed the t-shirt heâd balled up and chucked at you back in his direction. It fell harmlessly to the floor a foot from him, and you glared at him as he snickered, picking it up and putting it away.
You were visiting Art, your close friend from high school, at Stanford. At that moment, you happened to be explaining how an interaction at a party at your university had gone a couple weeks before. Art never really liked listening to you talk about guys- hence, the shirt thrown directly at your face when youâd started describing this particular frat boy to him in detail- but heâd given up complaining a while ago. It was either that or be honest about why he hated it so much, and that was never going to happen. So, he tidied up his room as you explained the lead up, the flirting, the stumbling up the stairs. He fell back parallel to you on the bed as you got to the âgood partâ, his head by your legs and an arm over his eyes, like he could block out the imagery.
âAnyway, I didnât think it was a big deal at first, like when we were flirting, but then I was on him, kinda like-â You took a moment to sit up straight, grinning as art groaned and propped himself up on his elbows to see you better. He watched you attempt to mimic the position with your hands, your left hand being the guy you were talking about, your right being you.
To Art, it just looked like you were mashing your hands together. He looked up from your hands to see you raising your eyebrows at him, as if to ask if he was following. âHuh?â He said.
With an exasperated sigh and without another thought, you pushed yourself up on your knees and waddled over to him, swinging a leg over his body and hovering just over his torso. For a moment, Art just watched, bewildered, as you steadied yourself with your hands on either side of his head. He let himself fall back from his elbows, hands sliding up your hips and settling at your waist, catching momentarily on the fabric of your skirt. His fingers peeked just under the hem of your shirt. Your skin tingled where he touched you.
â... Like this,â you said finally, blinking at him for a moment. âWell, uh.â You moved your hands to his chest instead, careful not to push too hard (though with the muscle heâd acquired since heâd started playing tennis for Stanford, you were sure it bothered him much less than you thought). âMore like this, I guess.â
Art nodded, quickly licking his lips before asking, âThen?â
You tried not to look at his mouth. âWhat?â
âThen what did you do?â
It finally hit you then: what the fuck were you doing, climbing all over your best friend to âshow himâ how you and some guy had been fooling around a couple weeks ago? That would just mean fooling around with him, obviously. That wasnât really the plan.
But, it was too late for your common sense to kick in now. There you were, your hips hovering over his, not quite touching yet. You watched his eyes dart down to your lips, then drag slowly back up to meet your gaze. You couldnât wait here and think about what youâd gotten yourself into and how this would change your friendship forever, though you got the feeling heâd let you take as long as you wanted.
Then what did you do?
You steeled yourself, biting your lip and watching his lips part slightly as he tracked the action with his eyes. Then you took that moment to fully sit on his lap.
You could feel his chest expand beneath your hands with his sharp inhale, his eyes snapping down to your hips, then back up to your face.
âThis,â you murmured. Youâd intended for it to come out cocky, maybe even a little seductive, but you could hear the breathlessness in your own voice. You were trying your best to ignore the growing pressure where your hips met his, though really, it was hopeless.Â
Artâs ears were burning a bright shade of pink. The urge to gently nip at them crossed your mind, just for a moment. He cleared his throat. âThen?â His voice was almost a whisper, chest rising and falling unevenly with his nervous breathing. The way he was looking at you, like he wasnât sure you were realâŠ
Fuck.
You leaned forward, trying not to let your breath stutter at the friction caused by the movement, until your lips hovered just over his. Then you kissed him.
You pressed your lips together gently, lingering for a moment before pulling back by centimeters. His lips chased yours, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly, and you were right back on him, lips falling open against each other. A soft sound escaped him as your hips shifted against his, along with a contented sigh from you. You repeated the motion, reveling in the low groan he let out, followed by your name murmured into your mouth.
Artâs lips were soft. And heâd shaved recently, you thought, hands cupping his face. The smooth skin of his cheeks was a stark contrast to the calloused hands he was now raking over your thighs, your skirt pushed up around your hips. You broke away from his lips, kissing down his neck instead, listening to the noises he made whenever you left a mark, whenever you ground against him just right. âShit,â he gasped. âYouâre- Youâre sure?â
âYeah.â You left another kiss just below his ear, before murmuring, âWhat is it?â
You could feel him all but shudder beneath you. âFuck,â he groaned, then your name, before he looked you in the eye. You resisted the urge to dive right back in. âLet me eat you out,â he said, suddenly determined, though still flushed and dazed. âPlease.â
All you could say was âWhat?â because, surely, this was one big dream.
âPlease.â His hands hadnât stilled, still rubbing shapes into your thighs, his hips rolling up against yours. âCan I?â
Your entire body was on fire. âOkay, yeah. Yes.â
He wasted no time flipping the both of you over, laying you against the bed so he could kiss down your neck. You barely had a moment to process, your hands moving to tangle in his hair, one of his knees slotted between your legs. He tugged at the bottom of your shirt, prompting you to lift yourself slightly and help him get it off. Your bra came next. âYou, too,â you murmured, pulling at his shirt and making him chuckle. He reached behind his head, tugging it off in one swift movement and abandoning it beside your shirt and bra on his freshly cleared floor.
One of his hands slid down your chest from your shoulders, enclosing one of your breasts, the thumb circling your nipple. You bit your lip and sighed, pulling him down for another kiss by the back of his neck.
Art let his hand trail from your chest down the sides of your stomach, then slotted his palm right between your legs, over your underwear. You gasped quietly, pulling away long enough for him to return his lips to your neck, your shoulders, your collar bone. You murmured a couple choice words as he started to move his palm, rubbing at your clit through the fabric. The dulled sensation was almost enough on its own, paired with the kisses he left against your chest. âArthur,â you whined, tugging at his hair. âDonât fucking tease me.â
A grin overtook his face at the use of his name, his hands only slowing down, tracing torturously slow circles over you. Art only snickered at your glare before hooking his fingers into the waist band of your underwear, pulling it down and leaving you in your skirt pushed up to your waist. He watched you carefully as he slid further down so that his head was between your legs. His finger only traced a line from your clit to the bottom of your hole before whatever restraint he had was gone, and his mouth was on you.
Artâs tongue flattened against you, the warmth and friction making your head fall back as your eyes fell closed. âFuck,â you moaned, hands threading into his hair as he answered with an equally obscene noise, muffled against you. âHungryâ didnât even begin to describe him, his mouth falling into a vague rhythm, eyes closed blissfully, whining into your pussy like it was doing him just as much good as it was you.
You thought about asking him to finger you while he worked, but his tongue prodded at your entrance and almost immediately, words escaped you. You brought one hand up to your face, clasping it over your mouth to muffle your moans, but Art stopped suddenly, watching your face. You whined your confusion, and he reached out to tug at your hand. âI wanna hear you. Let me.â
You blinked at him, chest heaving, and murmured âAlright,â before watching his head dive right back between your thighs, one hand still intertwined with yours. You had no choice but to moan unabashedly, your other hand busy pulling at his hair. His free hand was wrapped around the outside of your thigh, pushing it in towards his head, so tightly you were sure it couldnât be comfortable. But there he was, continuing to move his tongue against you like there was nothing else heâd rather do, whining and whimpering like you were his first meal in weeks. âFuck, Art,â you cried, barely keeping your eyes open so you could watch him move. âYouâre gonna make me cum.â
He groaned at that, relenting the pressure of your thighs against his head just long enough to reply: âThatâs it, baby, please.â If he had anything else to say, he couldnât keep himself off of you long enough to finish, already pushing your thighs back against his head, nose bumping against your clit as he bobbed up and down.
It seemed like that was all it took, really. You squeezed his hand and his head embarrassingly tight as you felt yourself tip over the edge, head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut. Art kept up his rhythm as you cried out his name, your hips rolling against his face. He didnât stop even when youâd come down, chest heaving, until you basically pushed him off, desperate for a moment of relief.
He kept a hand on your thigh, the other untangling from yours to push his blonde hair out of his eyes and look at you. He was breathing as hard as you were, you noticed. His mouth hung open as he panted, the entire bottom half of his face coated in saliva and your arousal. Fuck, he was pretty like this. ââS good?â
You shook your head, beckoning him toward you and pulling him down by the back of his neck when he was close enough. âYouâre unbelievable,â you murmured, lips against his almost before you were even done speaking. You didnât mind the stickiness. You pulled back to look at him, then glanced down to the tent in his pants. âLemme return the favor.â
Art let out a breathless chuckle. âI donât think Iâm gonna last that long,â he said, somewhat embarrassed. âNot if youâre the one touching me. Not after this.â He gestured to the shine still on his face, to your thighs beneath him. Your face burned, and your smile was so wide that your cheeks hurt.
You shrugged. âLemme try anyway,â you said, before bringing his ear down to your lips, nipping at the lobe gently. âPlease?â
He couldnât say no to you.
#wrote this instead of doing my final paper <3#art donaldson smut#art donaldson x reader#challengers#art donaldson x you#art donaldson#art donaldson in stanford save me#art donaldson/reader#art donaldson/you#art donaldson fic#art donaldson imagine#challengers x reader#challengers imagine#challengers smut#challengers x you#mike faist x reader#mike faist smut#zee writes#my writing#challengers movie#challengers 2024#ao3
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i made an instagram account for art out of need for more attention but i'm not gonna handle it, it's maybe my third attempt at doing this, i should just send my makings to the groupchat once in a while, much less stress and embarassment for me.
#i have a tumblr blog for this too but i wouldn't share my tumblr with irl ppl#i don't post more often than a few times a year and make most posts private after a while#and if anything then i post fanarts there and would like to make it more about dykes in the future#opposite of what i'd like of instagram#and like. i am good at arts but 1. my skills make academies want me and the internet indifferent to me#2. i don't have the photography skills to document anything well enough for it to make numbers online#(to add they're best viewed if not live then on a bigger screen wishing one could see it live. not exactly what catches an eye when doomsc#scrolling)#so i got one like to what i've posted and from a person i don't have the heart to block yet.#and oooh that's compared to the 14 who saw what the object of my misery named 'story'......................................................#maybe i'll delete it tomorrow idk how much does that matter if half of all my mates saw what's been done...............#humiliation..............................................................................#and all this out of too few interactions with my pals..#please come here and take me somewhere with you and i won't be embarassing myself like this#but ooooh im like really good at things i promise..#it will take a few days to recover#im gonna say ouh ahaha it was not me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! what fool would think to pretend he was me...#this is so silly im going to bed
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pervy!könig being absolutely crazy about reader sunbathing/tanning. no thoughts. thatâs it.
anon #2: i saw a tiktok about like guys loving tanlines and i feel like that is SO pervy!konig like i know he has a thing for them
pervy!könig who blushes when you catch him hovering over you, smiling with your eyes closed while you teasingly complain about him blocking the sun. he canât tear his gaze away from the sight of your soft body glistening under the bright rays of light, your little bikini clinging to your curves while his own pants begin to cling to the one he has filling up in his boxers. youâre blissfully unaware of his perverse gaze, eyes closed in content as you soak up the sun, ignorant to the fact that könig is trying to imprint the image into his memory to jerk off to later. which is why when he asks to reapply your sunscreen for you, you donât think much of it⊠and he promises the hard thing nudging your ass is just the bottle in his pocket, hĂ€schen.
if youâre someone who gets tanlines, he doesnât know what to do with himself around you until they go away. eyes constantly honed in on the temporary outline of your bikini straps that are exposed through your strapless top, disappearing into your cleavage. itâs art â the way the tanned skin dips into a lighter shade, itâs like your body is teasing him, taunting him with what he canât see. and his mouth waters when he pictures how cute you must look without any clothes on, your breasts and pussy highlighted so prettily, stroking his cock to the image until his vision goes blurry, the silky material of your bathing suit bottoms wrapped in his fist. he tries not to be greedy when he thumbs at the outline on your shoulder during conversation, hoping youâll take pity on his yearning gaze and let him see underneath.
#bella writesâ ËïœĄâàšà§Ë#pervy!konig#closest ill get to skin tone mention#konig cod#konig x reader#könig cod#konig call of duty#könig x reader#konig x you#konig x y/n#konig smut#könig call of duty#könig x y/n#könig x you#könig smut#cod#cod x reader#cod smut
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"Bad Idea!" Boothill x Reader ft. his hat
CW: NSFW! MDNI! fem!reader; sex where ur on a window sill; squirting + licking it off again lol; slight exhibitionism (the door's open); biting; Boothill's tongue has its own warning; clothes ripping; fingering; robo-dick and cyborg fingers lmao; creampie; blood from biting is mentioned like twice and barely; teasing; braless; begging; edging; sweet and soft Boothill bc he's a cutie; empty warnings; he can't breathe since he doesn't have lungs?? word count: 3415 oopsie
song4this Bad Idea by Ariana Grande
⥠Whenever Boothill's hat goes missing, he knows you're responsible, so it ends up with him hunting around for you. You run away with his hat on to tease him, and he runs after you, playfully nibbling at your cheek. It's all fun and games until the hat is the only thing you have on.. ⥠Basically, you steal his hat to tease him, but end up getting fucked silly until you apologise to him. With the hat on. And only the hat on. "Ya wanted to wear it so badly, darlin', so ya got it."
inspo post from @madamofthestars (psst, check them out! They super cool!) art creds: skoukax on insta
"C'mon now, sugar, ya know that ain't yoursâŠ!" Boothill called out behind out, his voice a mixture of frustration and amusement.
You rolled your eyes, quickly glancing back through a spin on your heel; the hat wobbling slightly as you held it in place with one hand.
You look back at him, sticking your tongue out, before giggling and darting off. You sharply turned a corner, your heart racing as you waited for the perfect moment to lead him down a wilder chase.
Boothill scoffs, an amused smirk tugging at his lips, "Oh, gettin' smart now, are we?"
You spin back around, your heart racing as the clicking of his boots gets closer and quicker, "I am smart!" You taunted him a little, the brim of the hat bobbing as you picked up speed.
"Ya little fudgin' minx," Boothill muttered under his breath, his curses amusingly censored as they reached your ears. "I swear, when I get my hands on yaâŠ"
"You can't even swear properly!" You call out again, turning your head as you ran, setting the hat askew.
You catch a glimpse of him running towards you, the sight beyond amusing to see when running at such speed. You attempt to call back, but your voice dissolves into a fit of giggles and gasps for air as you ran.
You snapped your head back, facing forward to drag out the chase. It was all fun and games until you realised you'd diverted your attention for too long and cornered yourself in a dead-end room. Boothill's imposing figure filled the doorway, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in the sight of you. You were panting but your index and thumb firmly gripped the brim of the hat, assuring it stayed on your head.
A room was an overstatement; a storage room, just maybe, with a singular horizontal window panel that stretched about a meter wide at most. It let in a few spells of moonlight.
Boothill leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed over the metal plates of his chest, "Gotcha now," He laughed, the star-shaped insignia on his jacket clicking against the metal of his torso as he did so. "My hat looks mighty fine on ya, but I think it's time ya give it back."
You adjusted the hat, spining it on your low on your brow.
"Come on, just a little longerâ?" You teased, batting your eyelashes in a futile attempt to charm him.
"No can do, darlin'," He chuckled again, pushing the door shut behind him. The room dimmed as the light from outside blocked out. "But if ya apologise, I'ma let you have it a bit longer."
"Ok ok, sorry!" You smile sheepishly, reaching a hand to the hat. "There, can I keep it for longer?"
Boothill looked at you with a raised eyebrow, as if you were joking. "That it?"
"Well, else do you want me to say?" You stood there, a bit dumbfounded.
He stared for a second longer before edging himself closer, his face close to yours, bionic fingers tracing up and down your neck. "C'mon, apologise properly."
He tipped the hat up by the brim to expose your eyes better to him. He leaned down, the sharp edges of his teeth latching onto the soft skin of your cheek, pressing hard enough that they'd definitely leave jagged crescent-shaped scars in the morning.
He moved some hair away from your neck, his voice low against your ear as he nibbled across your jaw, "C'mon sweetcheeks, I know ya can work that mouth better than tha't. What happened to all tha't smart talk from before, hm?"
A flushed heat crawled up your neck, dusting your cheeks a rosy pink even in the dim light. It took a moment, before your quickening gasps dissolved into stutters, "A-ah, that was a j-jokeâŠ"
"A j-j-joke?" He laughed low against your ear, playfully mocking your stutter, "But you look to be takin' it real serious, sweetheart."
He paused, before licking a long stipe down from your jaw down to your collar bone. "M'still wanting that pretty lil' apology. C'mon."
God, his tongue was going to drive you insane-
You let out a shaky breath, lowering your hand from the hat on your head to place comfortably on his metal shoulder plates. "Hey hey, sorry sorry, I won't steal your hat again, ahâ!"
You gasped, almost buckling over as Boothill planted a particularly mean bite through the thin skin of your collarbone.
Glancing down through hazy eyes, you watched as he swiped his tongue over his teeth, licking away the small beads of blood across his jagged dentures. "Ya said that last time too, darlin'."
Your grip tightened on his shoulders, "C'mon, I mean it this⊠t-time-!"
Your eyes widened, watching Boothill's teeth latch onto the neckline of your dress, yanking it roughly until it ripped. You yelped at the sudden rush of cool air against your bare chest, nipples hardening under the sudden exposure.
"Boothill!" Your arms snapped around the obnoxious tear in your clothes. "The door's practically still open!"
He chuckled, tracing a line with his sharp teeth along your breast.
He raised an eyebrow, "No bra? Yer askin' for it now, sweetheart."
Your face felt really warm again, excuses coming out nothing more than mutters, "I-It⊠was really warm, todayâŠ"
"Aight then, darlin'," he cupped his metal palms under your thighs, hoisting you up until you sat on the window sill, your back pressed against the pane of the window. "Besides, if we get caught, then they jus' gonna havet' give us some privacyâŠ"
You gulped away any nervousness as he shyed away your arms from your chest. He trailed his mouth down your teared bodice, ripping fabric as he went, until he reached the waistline of your dress. He paused for a moment, before ripping a tear down it, right to the hem of the skirt, the sliced fabric falling either side of your thighs.
Goosebumps raced up the exposed skin of your thighs, eyeing when he knelt down, two loud clanks as the metal joints of his knees hit the floor.
He grinned at the sight of the thin fabric of your underwear, running his teeth along his teeth again.
"What pretty panties, hm? Was half expectin' yer to be bare down here too, sweetheart." He lifted your right leg over his shoulder. "Shame 'm gonna rip 'em so soon."
"Heyâ! Come on, c-careful!" You shivered slightly as his canines hooked around the stretchy fabric, piercing a hole in them.
"Right darlin'. It's ya punishment for not apologisin'."
"H-huhâ?"
There was a staggered ripping sound as your underwear ripped from top corner to bottom corner, the material coming off with the dragging of his teeth.
You yelp, gripping his hair, "Youâ! Are you going to fucking shred everything I'm wearingâ?!"
"Yeah, am plannin' on it, darlin'." He chuckled before trailing his tongue up your slit, already a drooling mess between your legs.
You shiver, your fingers gripping his hair tighter, the door cracked open only making your heart race faster. Oh Aeons, if someone were to see you exposed to him like this, pressed up against the windowâ
"Shh, relax sweetheart. The thrill's the best part. Jus' breathe for me, ok?" He began to rub up and down your slit, his voice soothing and his thumb lingering at your clit for a moment too long just to force a whine out of you. "But if I were ya, I'd start apologisin' if you wanna cum this time."
"H-haahâ?!"
He didn't respond to your breathless protest, but circled two fingers around your entrance, watching amused as slick pooled on his fingertips. "Stubborn? Y'need some encouragement, do ya?"
He licked a long stripe up again letting tongue swirl around your clit before slipping a finger in, his mouth still hot against your folds.
He grinned and looked up at your nervous expression melting into pleasure, his head leaning against the inside of your thigh. "There y'go, sweetheart, ain't that feel good?"
"Hnnghâ!" You desperately tried to roll your hips on his finger, only to fail and your body halt into a series stutters.
"Really fudgin' desperate, are we?" He laughed a little, sucking in a breath. "Hol' on, darlin', I'll find it."
He slid his finger in and out tantalisingly slow, his tongue brushing over your clit; you could feel the steel of his teeth occasionally that irked your body with shocks of pleasure. Content with your faltering ego, he slipped another finger in, the stretch making you wince before whining.
"B-boothill, 'm sorry, please-let-me-just, a-ahâ!" Your eyes widen, one hand curved over and gripping the window sill and the other firmly on his hair.
"Hm, what's that darlin'?" He stupidly grins, his bottom lip glossed over with spit and your arousal. "Didn't quite hear yaâŠ"
He curled his two fingers upwards, the rubber pads on his fingertips pressing firmly against that sweet spot deep inside you.
"F-fuckkknnghâŠ" Your eyes roll out of focus, hips subcounciously rocking against his bent fingers and your back arched until your head pressed against the window pane â with the hat still on.
He clicked his tongue. "There. 'M found it. Now where are my sorries and Iwontdoitagain's?" He began to pump the two fingers in and out, roughly pressing against that sweet spot every thrust of them. "Still want a proper apology, sweetheartâ"
He stays substantially quiet â amiss a few amused hums and chuckles â listening to your flurry of apologies and letting you listen to the sloppy squelches of your cunt.
"God, I'm sorryâ I won'tâ"
"Oh, is that so, darlin'?"
"H-hn, god, I won't do it againâ!"
"Sure ya won't, darlin'âŠ" He sucked in a breath, voice shaky between your legs, before picking up the pace with a stupid grin on his face, flashing his shark teeth. You whine, rocking your hips in helpless stutters, your pussy openly accepting the change in pace and clenching around his digits while he curls them deeper and quicker inside of you. "Fuckfuckfuckkâ I'm sorry, sorrysorryâ pleasejustâ"
Boothill grinned at your mush of words. Your mouth hung open, chewing at your bottom lip in a desperate attempt to muffle the drunk blabbles that spilled out of your mouth.
He mutters, his voice low between your trembling thighs, "C'mon sweetheart, y'mouth can beg better than that." He rolls his tongue over your clit again, pumping his fingers in and out, sticky threads leaking from your cunt and sprawling between his fingers and the sides of your thighs.
You clenched your eyes shut, tears pricking at your eyes, "Boothill, c'mon, 'm sorryyyâ w-won't do it againâ promiseâ!"He lets out a low hum, gently flicking at your clit with the tip of his tongueâ oh god, his damned tongue. A flash of panic spread across your face, feeling him begin to slow down.
"Or what, sweetheart?" He experimentally twisted his hand agonisingly slow as he pumped in and out, pistoning your cunt with his fingers at deeper angles, rubbing your clit with his thumb.
"Please, 'm gonna â hic â c-cumâ!" Tears began pricking at your eyes, "God, please, fuck, I've learned my lesson â!" Your pleas come out in choked sobs, "Please don't â hic â slow downâ!"
"Attagirl," He grinned, the flat steel of his teeth pressed up against your slit as his tongue flit over that bundle of nerves at the tip that drove you insane, quicker this time, "Jus' a bit more, yeah?"
He slid in for a final time and jerked his hand upwards, settling his fingers into you, firmly hooking repeatedly into that sweet spot. His voice and laugh were teasing, vibrations low and tempting between the plush of your thighs. "C'mon â make a real fudgin' mess on m'face, sweetheart."
"B-boothill, 'm gonnaâ!"
Your fingers grip the smooth locks of his hair, head pushed against the glass, his name shamelessly spilling out of your mouth. Specks of white flash from behind your eyes, vision going hazy and choked moans straggering from your throat.
You hear him chuckle lightly underneath you, cooing at the clench around his fingers and the gushes of viscid liquid coating his tongue, lips and fingers so well.
He slowly pulled away after rubbing strangely vexing circles a few more times inside you. He glances up at you with a satisfied grin, his mouth and chin glossy with your fluids.
Lowering your thigh from his shoulder, he let it dangle back over the window sill before standing up with a loud scrape of his metal joints against the floor.
He cleaned his fingers clean of the sheeny, pretty slick with his tongue and making sure to roll them around in his mouth before taking them out with a 'popâ!'
"Real mess y'made, sweetcheeks." He grinned, flashing his teeth at you, as he used the back of his hand to wipe away any remnants. "Tastes real good, though."
"H-hnnâŠ" Your voice came out rough and croaky, your head lolling to one side, setting the hat to tumble off your head.
He snapped a hand to the hat, placing it back on your head with a mischievious smile, "No no, keep it on. Ya wanted to wear it so badly, darlin', so y'got it."
You blink for a few moments, regaining your breath, "Oh, fuck youâ!"
"With pleasureâ"
"What am I going to wear when getting out of here?! At least you're clothed!" You motion to the sliced fabric on either side of your legs, and the ripped bodice of your dress hanging on dear threads.
With your comment, he slipped off and discarded his jacket that didn't even cover much anyway.
"Ya won't need anythin' for a while now, darlin'. Think of it when we get there." Boothill laughed, flicking away the torn rags. "Besides, y'look good with just the hat on. Think I've put your mouth to enough good use too."
You lick your lips, opening your mouth to say something but quickly shutting it again at the swift unbuckling of his belt; it heaves down to his thighs from the weight of the cartridges hung on it.
His fingers travel, hitching onto a cock of metal plates, the edges of them encased in thick black rubber right from the girth until reaching a swollen tip of black rubber.
You sharply breathe, eyeing the scale-like texture, taking note of every rib on it as it lined up against you. You suddenly blush at the realisation of mouth almost salivating, muttering, "You so owe me a new dress after thisâ"
Boothill let out an amused hum, one hand wiping a line of drool from your lip then trailing down to your tits, cupping the flesh with cold metal fingers. You shiver, the skin on your chest pebbled with goosebumps before gasping at a sudden bite along the sensitive skin.
"â?!"
The quick spike of pain quickly subsided into a tingly sort of pleasure as Boothill's tongue drove around the swelling mark, peppering a few more as he went until he was so bent over into you that his cock pushed up against your pussy, the metal cool against your puffy and swollen clit.
"Ah, fudge, darlin'â" He grits his teeth, feeling the warmness of you just on his tip. He huffs a little, barely fitting it in voice raspy as his face is buried into your neck. "Open up a bit, sweetheart will yaâ?"
He backs away for a moment to grab both of your legs, hooking them firmly over his shoulders. You groaned at the stretch, keeping both hands on the window sill in desperation. He grinned at your pussy spread wider over his tip now, clenching around it and sheening the bulb of rubber with slick. "There y'goâŠ"
He groaned, breathing shaky as he slid it slowly. "A-ah, Godâ"
"A-ah, Godâ" Your eyes widen, rolling out of focus from feeling every metal rib of his cock push into you, forcing it thick and hard into your cunt until it reached the base. You tense, locking your legs around his neck. "Fuck, I told you to be carefulâ!"
He let out a shaky laugh, "Sorry 'bout that darlin'â"
He places one hand on the window sill for leverage, the other coming to press the hat down on your head. With a sharp breath in, he begins to move, deep long strokes at first to make sure you felt every bump along the scale-plating of his cock against your walls.
And, god, did it drive you insane; the texture was too much, almost sending your sending your already-sensitive pussy into overstimulation. "Hnn, t-too much â! Boothillholdon, itsgonnahmphâ!"
"Jus' relax, darlin', you've taken it beforeâŠ" He whispers low into your ear, stressing the pace of his movements, losing himself in the warmth of your cunt and grinning at your indecipherable mush of words spilling from your mouth again. Muffled groans escape as he listens to your moans, picking up the pace.
You subconciously roll your hips against the thrusting of his cock, every metal plate rubbing smooth and hard against your walls, the thick rubber of his tip hitting hard against your g-spot.
"Killer hips y'got there, babyâ" He cooes breathlessly in your ear, his own voice breaking as he thrust in and out of your sopping cunt. You flush a deep red, your face now hot and bothered when you realise how desperate you were against his cock.
You open your mouth to reply, probably with something smart but your lips are greeted with the stark taste of iron and your own slick on his tongue as his mouth kisses yours shut. You whine through his lips, feeling his tongue deep in your mouth until your whole body shivered and tingled. You tried to keep your eyes open, only to end up crossing them over in a fucked-out haze.
Your legs trembled over his shoulders, locking him tighter in place to bully his cock deeper into your cunt. His eyes widened at the lock, then he grinnned.
"Fudge, y'not lettin' m'get away, are yaâ?" He groaned before huffing out a laugh, finally lowering his hand from the hat on your head to place them both on your hips, roughly slamming them onto him to target that sweet spot inside you.
"Hnn â hic â god, m'gonnaâ" Your words come out slobbery, your lips glossed over and drooling.
"C'mon, pretty, cum f'meâŠ" He dug the metal of his fingers into your hips, his own beginning to stutter and shake as he moved. He rubbed the pad of his thumb against your clit in uneven circles to drag the orgasm out of you. "Make a real mess, sweetheartâ"
Patches of white and yellow flash behind your eyes, your hips buckling forward. You let out a long choked moan that stuttered with every slackening thrust of his hips that gummed your insides with thick ropey spills of cum.
Gently, he slowed until the stimulation against your slit burned off, leaving you tingly and weak. Weak enough to finally let go of the leg lock you had on his neck.
The grip on your hips slackened as he pulled away, whistling at the mess between you both. He took a moment to watch the white slick drip between your legs. "Feel full as a tick yet, darlin'?"
You tried to respond, but your whole body almost lolled to the side, only stopped quickly by his arm. He gazed down at you, stupidly grinning and laughing at the sight. "What'd I say, darlin'? I did shut up that smart mouth of yours." He clicked his tongue in thought, "Even got m'self the cutest little apologiesâ"
With any remaining energy you had, you playfully whacked him on the arm and cut him off, to which he faked a wince. He had forgotten the bodily difference in stamina between you two.
"Ouchâ fudge, darlin', at least you got some spark left in ya. Fine, 'ma buy you a⊠no, ten dresses in turn, 'kay?" He pressed a small kiss on your forehead then eyed the dimly lit room, catching sight of the hat that had tumbled off your head at some point and the jacket he had teasingly thrown off. "For now, 'm jacket and that hat are gonna have to do."
"Oh, fuck youâ" You scoff, your head in the curl of his elbow.
He smiled, running his hand through your hair. "C'mon, y'wanted to wear that hat so badly. Y'looked real good in itâŠ"
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