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daughterofyore · 1 year ago

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fwb ellie roomate x f!reader turned lovers

a.n; lowk i'd love to make this a series ┐( ˘_˘)┌ summary;your fwb room mate ellie believes you need to be punished for teasing her, and maybe after she'll admit her love for you w.c; 2.3k c.w; r!teasing, showering together, dom!ellie, shower head use, unspoken consent, fingering r!recieving, ellie referring to her strap as 'her', dumbification of r!, punishment, clit overstimulation, r!sub, rough, ass grabbing, degradation, exhibitionism, slapping ass, scissoring, petnames; babe, good girl, pretty, doll, baby, sweetie, aftercare, kinda toxic (ellie won't confirm what they are), lmk if there is more

You heard her footsteps before she reached the door. Heavy boots stamping up the long, rickety hallway, keys jingling as they turned the lock in the door. You could hear her groan from the door as she shuffled in, kicked off her boots and closed the cheap wood behind her. You stood up from your desk, you had finished lectures hours ago and got home early, which meant the little pixel world demanded your attention. Monitor screen still sitting on the cosy game of Stardew Valley, you headed for the kitchen. A pretty decorated space, an area in which you had poured love and money in too. It was adorned with plants, sweet trinkets and cooking ware to match the 'vibe'. A little round table sat in the middle of the kitchen, two chairs either side and a vase with hydrangeas in the middle. You had made her dinner, a black forest gateau sitting beside it, frosted in delicate shapes with cherries in the middle. She smiled when she saw you, straightening her tired back. She watched intently as you undid the tinfoil covering the plate of penne, and set it onto the table with a knife and fork. Her lips curved upwards in a grateful smile, quickly followed by a tender kiss to your forehead as she pulled out her chair and sat down. She smelled of sweat and grime, she needed a shower.

Or perhaps you both needed a shower.

You knew the game you were playing, and you also knew she'd bite at the bait. She was tired, true, so you'd let her eat in peace before you began your night of terror. Tease, tease, tease until she can't control herself any longer. You washed dishes as she ate in silence, the tension palpable. Yesterday the pair of you had fucked so viciously that the next door neighbours had to bang on your door for you to stop, your cunt was still tender after it.

Right now, you had on a tiny little pink tank top, lacy frills decorating the hems and bloomers which were a little too small to match. You could feel her eyes roving your body, how the shorts were riding just a bit too high up your ass cheeks, how the tank top sat wrapped around your waist and your tits protruded above the top. She was downing that pasta as fast as she could, seeing you looking so irresistible had her on edge. She had to put you back in your place, because who the fuck said you could walk around like that and think you wouldn't get fucked? You were leaning over the sink, ass out. You weren't trying to be careful, water had splashed over your top and accentuated your hard nipples. You could only smirk, knowing exactly what was to come next.

Just as you finished the dishes you came over to the table where she ate, leaning down and kissing the top of her head, ruffling her hair. Giving her the perfect view down your cleavage. 'I'm gonna get a shower Els, I won't be long.' Ellie let loose a long, arduous breath. You knew what you were doing. She was sure of it. And it made her all the more determined to teach you a fucking lesson. Water on your top so she could see your body, she couldn't help but laugh, you thought you were clever. She listened as you closed the bathroom door, pulled back the shower curtain and turned on the shower head. She had finished her meal, a delicious one at that, and now she was making her way to the door of the bathroom you shared. The apartment wasn't large, you walked into an open living room and kitchen through the front door, and to your left was a hallway that led to the small bathroom and two bedrooms. She knew this place would be a shell if it was just her living here, but you had turned it into a home. You treated her as if she were your wife, she couldn't possibly wonder how you would act if you made it to that. But right now, you needed to be punished for how you acted. She stood outside the door, listening to you hum in the shower before she slowly turned the handle and walked in. She wasn't trying to be quiet necessarily, but she did want to give you a surprise. It was the least you could do after making her so fucking wet.

You were still humming in the shower, whether you knew she was there or not, she didn't care. She opened up a drawer in the cabinet that was filled with toys, pulled out a 6.5inch strap, her favourite. Expertly she undid her pants, letting them fall to the ground along with her boxers. As she adjusted the strap to be flush against her, she pulled off her top and left herself in only her white sports bra. She was in too much of a rush to fuck you to bother with its clasps. She could see your silhouette behind the curtain, divine. So delicious and hard to resist, she needed every inch of you beneath her. You were hers, she'd make fucking sure you knew it too.

She stepped towards the curtain, and peered inside, watching you with your back to her as you washed your hair. God, you were perfect. Supple curves and a perfect ass with gorgeous tits to match, she was going to make sure you never wanted to leave or find another woman. Without any warning, she pulled back the curtain and stepped into the shower with you. You felt a warmth behind you and movement so you turned around, letting out a small yelp of surprise to find Ellie standing there. Your eyes travelled down her toned torso, to the monster strap sitting between her legs. Subconsciously you had wrapped an arm around yourself and a hand had dove to your pussy, her eyes travelled up and down your body before meeting your eyes.

"Move your hands, babe." She stood before you, legs spread and arms crossed, she waited, but you knew she wouldn't wait forever. Seems like your teasing worked a little too well. Tentatively you removed your arm and hand, baring yourself before her. She licked her lips subconsciously, "you thought you could do all that, and get away with it doll?" You gulped, looking up at her. Without warning she took a step to you and wrapped a calloused hand around your neck, smirking at the surprise on your face. "Who do you belong to?" You didn't answer and promptly received a hard slap on your ass, stinging and leaving a red print. You winced and choked out a hoarse 'You'. She smiled, kissing your cheek and you felt your legs get weak.

'You're just a dumb little slut begging to be fucked huh?' She smiled, her fingers rising to your left nipple and pinching it between her finger and thumb. She let go of your neck as she pulled and twisted at your nipple, and instead that hand went down to explore your pussy. She leaned in, leaving hot kisses along the small of your neck while her fingers pulled you apart and found purchase inside you. Strong digits curling inside and creating a steady in-out-in-out rhythm. She was relentless. 'Say 'I'm a dumb slut'.' She raised her head to watch you, while her finger quickened their pace inside you and your nipple was tugged at harder.

'I'm a dumb slut.' You mumble, fuck you loved this. She made you feel so stupid and needy. You wanted to melt in her touch.

'That's it pretty, tell me how much you want me.' You wince as her fingers spread you, she has added a third and you can feel the heat in your core double.

'I want you so bad Els - please.' You gasped, moaning as she curled her fingers at just the right spot, you wanted to fall down there and then. 'Fuck! Please- please let me come, please-'

'Show me how bad you want it.' She took her fingers out of your cunt, gave them a quick lick and smiled, tasting you. 'Open your mouth.' You obliged, and she stuck her fingers into your mouth. 'Suck.' You obeyed, sucking and tasting yourself on her digits. She watched you intently, biting her lip and finding it near impossible to control herself. You didn't notice her grabbing the shower head, but when you opened your eyes to see her changing the stream to the jet, a straight, forceful stream of water. She took her fingers out of your mouth, kissing you instead as she pressed the shower head straight to your clit. You damn near screamed at the sensitivity, moving backwards but she wrapped a strong arm around your waist and held you flush to her. She watched you squirm and writhe in her grip, but she forced you to take the pressure of the water against your clit. She had no remorse. 'Take it slut, you know you love it. Look at you, helpless and fucking dumb from me touching you.' You only moaned in response, eyes rolling from the intensity of the torture you were being forced to endure.

Ellie grabbed your waist, still holding the shower head to your clit as she turned you to face the wall. She kicked your legs apart with her foot, lining her strap up against your already used hole. She thrust in with no warning, the water still pounding against your clit and her dick drilling you. 'Look at you, a slut for my cock.' She smiled behind you, pulling your hair into her grasp as she used it to hold you in place. You couldn't think, you could barely speak. The feeling of being filled and your clit being abused was impossible to ignore, much less control the urge to come all over her. She pounded into you, over, and over, and over, and over again. Wet skin slapping as she thrust into you over and over again. Her bra was soaked, her tits clearly visible through the fabric as they jiggled with her every movement. She was watching your ass and tits bounce with her every thrust, adoring what a mess she had made you into.

'Cum, I'm gonna cum Els-' Your moans grew louder and more laboured, this just seemed to make her fuck you even harder.

'Cum on my fucking cock baby, cum all over it.' Her words pushed you over the edge, orgasm wracked through your being and she had to support you through the climax with an arm around your middle. You started to squirm again from the pressure of the shower head, she smirked as you whined and gave your clit one last slap. She let you catch your breath before she took off her strap and sat on the bottom of the bath with her legs spread. 'I made you cum, now return the favour.' You nodded with no hesitation, hungry for her. You quickly and expertly manoeuvred yourself to straddle her, and without warning she began rubbing her cunt against yours, stimulating you all over again. It was excruciatingly good, like a drug. You worked your hips against hers, the pair of you moving in harmony. She gritted her teeth and through moans she rutted against you repeatedly. She was gripping the bath ledge, and you were bracing yourself on the bath's floor. 'Fuck..' escaped through her lips as she watched you move on top of her. You turned her on too much, you had way too much fucking control over her. She was so close. You picked up your momentum, pushing past your throbbing sensitive clit and rutting into her. She gasped, moaning under her breath, 'just like that baby, mmdon't stop,' you went faster, her knuckles turning white on the bath's ledge as you pushed her over the edge. You moaned, feeling so overstimulated that you came again, and with her.

The pair of you sat there, still and breathing heavy. She raised a hand and rubbed your back, patting your ass as it travelled down. 'Good girl.' She said breathlessly, before sitting you down and grabbing the shower head. She turned it to a 'rain' stream, gently washing you down. Her calloused hands were soft on your skin, and when she was content she had cleaned you thoroughly, she set about shampooing her hair and washing herself while you watched. She had discarded her bra somewhere between her fucking you and torturing you.

When she washed the last suds from her hair, she offered you a hand and helped you get out of the shower. She kissed your shoulder, handing you a towel to wrap around yourself while she grabbed one herself. You made to go into your room and she grabbed your hand. 'You are staying with me tonight pretty.'

'Really? We only do that when we fuck in there-'

'I want you too. I want you with me.' You looked at her, so tired but feeling so content. Her words sparked a joy within you, but a part of you had to dig deeper. Why wouldn't she let you in before? Why were you strictly friends with benefits or whatever the fuck she had called it. Why was she changing now?

But the way she stood in the hallway, her hand holding yours and her eyes pleading, how could you really say no?

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scr11bles · 3 months ago

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Hiii!

Can I get f!Reader x sniper tf2 who ordered Irish coded with a side of black forest gateau ?

order up for anon! wanna order something for yourself? here's the menu!

- irish coffee: "Fuck, that's a good girl." + black forest gateau: cockwarming

cw: poor attempt at an australian accent through writing

word count: 1,957

(MDNI below the cut!!)

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The climb to Sniper's nest was always a difficult one, and it always led you to be weak in the knees and out of breath. Gasping for air, you ascend to the last rung, your boots thudding against the creaking wooden flooring of the nest. At the sound, Sniper's head whips around and stares at you from behind his dark aviator shades, making you freeze in place as his sharp eyes always seem to put you off and cause your heart to stutter.

"Let's get to it, there's an extra rifle over there."

Right- The reason you were up here in the first place. Your class was, for a less of a better term, a jack of-all trades. You've spent time with all the other mercs and learned their skills, able to replicate their duties to a t. Now it was Sniper's turn to teach you, and honestly, you were more excited to spend time with him than the others. Sure, you didn't really spend the most time with him since you joined the team, but that didn't mean you haven't acknowledged each other. A few shared packs of ammunition during battles here and leftover coffee from the pot for the other there, the two of you really just helped each other through the courtesy of being teammates. At least that's what you chalked it up to.

You grab the spare rifle off of one of the crates nearby, fidgeting with it in your hands and inspecting the weapon before walking over to Sniper and sitting down on the stool next to his. You glance at at the man next to you expectantly, nervously glancing at the him before you see him nod to your hold on the rifle. Lifting up the rifle you hold it steady, peering down the scope and looking out of the large opening where a window used to be, noticing the various targets scattered around the grounds below. Your body jerks when you feel Sniper place his hand on your back, and you swear you could hear him let out a quiet huff of a laugh, but chalk it up to your nerves, letting your teammate adjust your posture into a straight one.

"You want a straight back and squared shoulders, otherwise the kick will make ya' hurt.

You nod your head, immediately taking a brief note in your head at his instruction, and pull back from your view down the scope and glance at Sniper before noticing that he's bringing his other had up and adjusting your hold on the rifle. Fighting the urge to squirm as you watch his much larger hand and long fingers curl over yours, you watch intently, somewhat paying attention to how he changes where your grip stays on the rifle. Sniper stares at your hold around the gun with narrowed eyes behind his shades before he grunts and nods his head to the targets out the opening below.

"Alrigh', try to take a shot."

Sniper mumbles next to you, moving his gaze out towards the targets as you peer down the scope and pick a one. It isn't like you haven't shot a gun before, but for some reason the pressure to make this shot felt especially intense. With a quick inhale and a slow exhale you squeeze the trigger, feeling the rifle kick back into your shoulder while watching the bullet fly out towards the target, missing it by a hair and running into the dirt while kicking up dust around it. Embarrassment floods through your veins and you don't even dare look at Sniper. Sure, you didn't think you'd be perfect right away- but completely missing the target? Fuck.

"S'alright roo, wasn't much of a shot either when I started out."

And there it was, that little nickname he gave you after your time of being on the team. Sure, it was probably just a friendly term of endearment between friends, but damn did it make you flustered. You swallow nervously and nod your head, sending him a small glance before reloading quickly and picking another target. Following your same routine of breathing in and out, you squeeze the trigger again, flinching at the kickback while watching the bullet whizz through the air and hit the target straight on. Headshot.

"There she is- nice shot roo."

Sniper places a hand on your shoulder and jostles you, a small rare smirk tugging at his lips as he looks down at you. You give the man a lopsided smile back, glancing back forwards and scoping in once more, picking a farther target and swiftly reloading before pulling the trigger. Once more, the shot whiffs and drills into the dirt, leaving a cloud of dust in its wake. You scowl and curse under your breath and actually hear Sniper chuckle audibly at your response to missing, keeping his hand on your shoulder and squeezing it.

"You got it. Again."

And that's how it went for a few solid hours, missing and successfully hitting headshots along with Sniper's guidance. After another solid headshot on one of the farthest targets, Sniper glances down at you, simply watching the focused triumphant look that spreads across your face when you aim for the kill. The man clears his throat and looks away from you, tipping the brim of his hat up with his thumb and adjusting his aviators before breaking your concentrating silence.

"You're gettin' good roo. But can you handle distractions?"

Sniper questions, making you furrow your eyebrows and glance up at him. Distractions? Like gunfire and explosions, teammates screaming for a medic?- you ask him. Sniper makes a 'kinda' gesture with his hand before moving it to your shoulder once more before trailing it down to the small of your back. Oh. Those kinds of distractions. You swallow shakily and shake your head; no, you haven't had these kinds of distractions before, but who said they were unwanted? Sniper smirks softly and moves his hand to shift underneath your shirt, the man chuckling to himself as he sees and feels the goosebumps spreading across your skin immediately from his touch. Sniper snakes his hand around to your stomach, thumbing the fabric of your pants and underwear before pushing his hand down beneath them, brushing his calloused fingers over your clit. When you jerk and stifle your moan, Sniper tsks at you and grabs your chin, forcing you to keep your eyes forwards.

"Uh-uh I still need to see you firin', love. Get to it."

With a pathetic groan you oblige, trying to still your shaking hands as Sniper moves his fingers through your wet folds, praying to whoever resides above that your face isn't visible burning right now while you hold back your sounds from escaping your lips. You right your position, squaring your shoulders and straightening your back as you prepare to take a shot at one of the farther targets in the distance, aligning your shot with shaky arms and exhaling as you squeeze the trigger. At the last second of your movement, Sniper pushes one of his fingers into you, making you gasp and twitch which causes your grip to falter and your arms to shift. The bullet you fired misses by a long shot, making you grit your teeth and turn to glare at Sniper who just looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Better adapt, roo. We can't have you gettin' distracted out there."

With a groan you reload shakily, letting the faintest of whimpers escape past your lips as Sniper pushed another finger into you. You feel your body twitch and squeeze around him as he starts to move his fingers, his long digits pressing into your sweet spot that makes you keen. You whimper as you look down the scope of the rifle once more, trying to slow your breathing in an attempt to soothe your beating heart as you pick a target in the distance, desperately trying to ignore the way Sniper's fingers reach every sensitive nook and cranny inside of you.

When you squeeze the trigger to shoot, Sniper thrusts his fingers into you, making sure to drag his fingertips across the sweet spongy spot in your cunt. While the action does make you jerk, you bite your bottom lip and steel your hold on the rifle in your hands, ensuring that the bullet keeps forwards. With the sound of a sharp crack in the distance, you're able see through the cloud of dust where you see that your shot went straight through the target's head; headshot.

"Looks like we're adjusted to that already. C'mere then, love."

Sniper whistles lowly as he looks at your shot in the distance, withdrawing his fingers from your dripping pussy and licking them before he starts to undo his belt haphazardly and undo his pants as well. He takes his weeping cock from out of his pants, smirking and chuckling lightly at the look on your face- like you want to devour him. Sniper grabs your wrist and forces you to stand up in front of him, his deft fingers making quick work of your pants and panties before he tugs you into his lap so you face the same way he does.

Sniper rests his chin on your shoulder, his warm breath ghosting the back of your ear as he guides himself into you slowly. You feel him go all the way to the hilt, your legs twitching as he fills you completely and then some. As your cunt twitches around Sniper, he groans into your neck, moving his hands up to rest over yours as you continue to hold the rifle in your grasp.

"Let's keep at it, yeah roo? Get some good shots in and I'll move f' ya."

With that incentive, you inhale and exhale shakily while reloading with shaky hands, watching how Sniper's hands go along with your movements as he rests his hands above yours. You attempt to straighten your back but squirm as you feel the new angle Sniper's cock hits you at from the change, causing a low whimper to emit from your throat as you look down the scope of the rifle in your hands to pick a target to shoot at. With a sharp gasp, you hastily pull the trigger after aiming correctly. Despite Sniper suddenly bucking his hips up into yours, thinking you'd crack under his pressure of movements, you stay (somewhat) collected and keep your arms steady. A sharp crack sounding through the air as the bullet flies toward the target, hitting it dead on the targets head.

"Fuck, that's a good girl. excellent shot."

Sniper purrs deep into your ear, the praise making your limbs feel like jello as he lazily thrusts his hips up into yours, giving you the stimulation you craved as you sit wrapped around his cock. Your teammate nuzzles into your neck, giving your throat a soft nip while he squeezes your wrist.

"How about two more, yeah?"

Sniper smirks into your neck and grumbles out his words, only allowing you to nod your head in response as you reload once more. Just as you exhale to take your shot, Sniper snakes one of his hands down to brush over your clit in tandem with short thrusts. the new movements make your arms grow weak, your grip on the rifle loosening as you pull the trigger. The bullet flies far away from your intended target, burying itself into the rocky ground in a cloud of dirt and dust. You hear Sniper chuckle into your neck as his fingers continue to draw lazy circles on your clit, making your body twitch and convulse with each brush.

"Too bad roo. Gimme four more now."

You're not gonna last like this if he keeps playing this game. Though, you think he won't really either.

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sorry for the blueballs ahh cutoff, i have more requests that i wanna get out tonight. ps: i love sniper he is my favorite despite the pee jar situation

#tf2 x reader #tf2 #tf2 sniper #tf2 sniper x reader #fanfic

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