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Clothing Thief
Elizabeth Olsen x Reader
Your “friend” is always stealing your clothes
Note: This is college Lizzie! Enjoy!
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“Hey Lizzie have you seen my-“ you stop talking at the sight of your friend wearing the sweatshirt you were looking for.
Lizzie smiles at you mischievously.
“You have seen it then,” you say with a smile that you just can’t hide.
“It’s just too comfy,” she defends.
“Yeah, yeah. Okay I’ll see you later.” You go to your room and finish getting ready.
Lizzie walks out with you and goes back to her place as you walk to class.
It’s been a common occurrence lately for Lizzie to steal your clothes. Since you befriended her in class and became study partners, she has been over at your dorm a lot. She recently stays there to hang out a lot and she steals your clothes.
A few hours later you see her in class and she’s wearing your jacket.
“Again Lizzie?” You ask as you sit next to her.
“Yes, but look I come bearing this!” Lizzie gestures dramatically to a cup on your desk.
You take a drink and feel warm inside from the drink and from Lizzie’s kindness.
“Thank you, Elizabeth.” You offer her your best smile.
Class is boring but it passes quickly with Lizzie playing tic tac toe with you on your notes.
“Are you going to the party tonight?” Lizzie asks as you’re packing up your stuff.
“I was thinking about it. I don’t know.”
“Oh come on, you should come! It’ll be fun!”
“I don’t know, Lizzie,” you sigh. “I’m kind of tired from the week.”
“I want you to come,” she practically pouts. How could you say no to that face?
“Okay. I’ll be there,” you relent. But it’s worth it when she smiles at you. You think you’d do anything for this girl.
Once you get home and get ready, you head out to the party. It’s not your favorite scene but you see a couple of friends when you walk in.
It’s not long before Lizzie arrives. She’s wearing a simple tshirt and jeans but she makes your heart beat fast in your chest.
“Y/n! Hey!” She throws herself into your arms. “I may or may have already had a drink.”
“I believe that,” you say with a laugh as you hug her back. Her arms feel cold against you. “Do you want my jacket?”
“Please,” she replies.
“Always taking my clothes,” you tease her.
You wrap the jacket around her shoulders. She’s pulled away, but continues to be near you most of the night.
Once it’s time to go, Lizzie asks to walk back to your dorm with you. You turn around at the door and face her to say goodnight.
“Oh hey, your jacket,” Lizzie starts to slip it off.
“So you’ll give me this back but not all my other clothes?” You tease her once again.
Lizzie appears to be thinking for a moment before she steps closer to you. Instinctually, your hands go to her hips. She’s in your space and all you can think about is pulling her in for a kiss.
“I’ll give you back your clothes in exchange for something,” she says. Her eyes flicker down to your lips and back to meet yours.
“Oh yeah? What might that be?”
“A kiss.” Lizzie barely gets the word out before she’s kissing you.
You’re too stunned to do anything but kiss her back and pull her hips closer to yours. It’s a passionate, but loving kiss as she presses you against the door of your dorm.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” Lizzie says once she breaks the kiss.
“Me too, Elizabeth,” you say, breathless from the beautiful woman in front of you. “Come inside?”
“I want to take you on a date first,” she says.
“You’re a romantic, huh?”
“Says the person who gave me their jacket earlier because I looked cold,” Lizzie teases. “Tomorrow night?”
“I look forward to it,” you agree.
You kiss her one last time before she disappears for the night. She takes your jacket with her, but you don’t mind.
Her stealing your clothes is the reason you got the girl in the first place.
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Fictober Day 10: College!Matt
Fictober Masterlist | Main Masterlist
Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader
Prompt: College!Matt (✨)
Summary: On a cold night in his dorm room, Matt decides to try and warm you up. With his fingers.
Warnings: SMUT (18+), fingering, college!Matt, Foggy gets traumatized, use of "good girl"
Word Count: 1.7k
A/n: (I’m sorry for posting this a day late.) I’m obsessed with this guy's fingers, can you tell? Something about a rainy day with college!Matt while he takes care of Reader just... does something to me.
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Rain falls over the grounds of Columbia University, pattering against the window of Matt’s dorm room. You’re tucked neatly under the big throw blanket you knitted for him last winter, but it’s his body truly keeping you warm as Toy Story plays on your old laptop.
You met him in your Criminal Law class one semester ago. Most of the time, he would come in, sit in the row before you, open his Braille textbook, and listen silently for the rest of the lecture. You were the only person he talked to, the only person he made an effort to pay attention to. At first, you thought he had merely taken pity on you, but the more time passed, the more you started to enjoy his presence.
It was he who asked you to dinner first; he didn’t take you out to a fancy restaurant because, after all, you were both broke college students who couldn’t afford it, but he ordered pizza, and you spent most of the night curled up on a blanket under a sky full of stars as you painted a picture of the constellations for him. He told you about his father, the accident that blinded him, and why he chose to become a lawyer. He told you about his roommate, too, and how Foggy had become his best friend he wouldn’t trade for the world. You saw all of him that night. He was no longer just the mysterious nerd from your Criminal Law class, he was the man you were falling in love with.
The silence between you is interrupted by a rumble of thunder. You inch closer to him, seeking comfort with your head on his chest. It is an utterly ugly fall night.
“You’re not watching the movie,” Matt observes. His fingers travel from the nape of your neck down your spine. “You okay?”
You hum. “I’m just cold.”
“Yeah? Want me to warm you up?”
A shiver runs down your spine.
“Hm?” he asks.
“Yeah,” you whisper, “I… I’d like that.”
He makes you feel like a teenager. Like you’ve never really known what love is until he came along, and maybe you haven’t.
Lightning strikes and streams into the room, illuminating his face in a white, hot glow.
Matt rolls you under him. He’s warm against your skin. His fingers move carefully over your clothed stomach to your hip, pulling you just a little closer, and then, he kisses you. Slowly, carefully, almost hesitantly. He moves against you with utmost caution—he always does.
He kisses you like you are a fragile porcelain doll, at first, at least. He waits for that hitch in your breath, the little jump of your heart that gives away how badly you need him before he allows himself to kiss you deeper. You taste like Chamomille tea and Chinese takeout, and a little like him.
His hand slides under the waistband of your shorts. He doesn’t dare pull the blanket away, doesn’t dare to undress you; he caresses you with the warmest of hands, kisses you with the warmest of lips, and the world just falls away.
Matt cups your pussy through your underwear. You gasp at the contact, gentle and tentative as ever. Just feeling you.
“This okay?” he asks.
Your hand comes to rest over his. “Yes,” you breathe.
He traces a line over your clothed clit, over your folds. You shiver, but the cold has little to do with it. The room is so much hotter than it was a moment ago. The rain has disappeared into a haze of labored breathing and the steady beating of his heart against yours.
You look at him. You look into his eyes, the way he’s taking you in with every stroke of his fingers. He’s focused on you and you alone, your body a temple he needs to worship. If your skin didn’t resemble a block of ice he would get on his knees and feast on you until your legs were shaking around his head, but it’s too cold. You are too cold.
Your pulse jumps under his lips, trailing a path down your neck. “You smell good,” he whispers.
“You feel good,” you whisper back.
A chuckle breaks from his chest. He moves the fabric of your panties aside and slowly but gradually runs a finger through your folds.
Your hips jerk off the mattress toward his, feeling the rock-hard length of his cock pressing against your stomach. The moan gets stuck in your throat. You may be alone, but there is something incredibly intimate about being with someone who can hear and feel everything.
“Don’t be shy, baby. I wanna hear you.”
He knows. He always knows. You can bury your face in his neck all you want; in the end, Matt always gets what he wants.
His middle finger travels from your aching entrance to your clit. The pleasure digs its nails into your belly, tying your nerves into a knot and setting fire to it—like a bomb waiting to explode.
You moan into his neck.
“Good girl.” He circles the sensitive bundle of nerves. “So good.”
You tangle your fingers in his hair for something to hold on to. He circles, and he rubs, and he circles your clit some more. One finger turns to two. He cups your pussy, almost caressing it with how gently he’s driving you to the brink of insanity. How badly he wants to just sink into you and fuck you into the mattress until the old wood of his dorm bed breaks, but he’s content like this. Touching you, feeling you, making you come.
He dips one digit into you. When you moan again, louder this time, he takes that as his cue to go ahead.
Matt is only discovering you anew every time he touches you.
He sinks his finger deeper into you, feeling your walls clenching around him. “So wet,” he purrs. “Does that feel good?” Just as the words leave him, he curls his finger just so. He finds the spot that makes your toes curl with complete and utter ease; your entire body begins to buzz with electricity.
“Fuck. Yes.” Your nails dig into his scalp. “Don’t stop. Please,” you beg.
Matt slides another finger into your tight cunt, relishing in the noises you’re making. He places his nose against your throat, against your pulse point. Your heart is beating so fast, and it’s all because of him.
No other man has ever touched you like this.
No other man has ever made you feel like this.
And no other man has ever known you quite like he does.
Sweat drips down your back under your thick wool sweater. Thunder and lightning take their turns shaking New York, but the only storm you can focus on is the one raging in your core.
Matt thrusts his fingers in and out of you. He strokes your walls, strokes the fire in your belly. His thumb presses down on your clit. Right there. He plays you like an instrument.
“C’mon. You’re so close,” he says. He feels it in the way you clench around him, hears it in the way you’re thrashing and moaning and crying out for him, and he smells it. He smells it all over and inside of you.
The knot tightens. Your legs shut around his hand, though he doesn’t stop you. He wants you to get there—needs you to.
He kisses you. He kisses your neck, your collarbone, then back to your lips again. Tongues tangle and teeth clash. You are so close, indeed.
“Gonna come,” you confess.
Matt smirks. “I know.”
“Please, Matty.”
“I know, sweetie.” He finds that spot again, and again, and again. “Come for me. I’ve got you.”
You surrender yourself to the pleasure as the fire reaches its fever pitch, and the bomb explodes. His name is a faint cry on your lips in the empty darkness of his dorm.
Matt works you through it, your toes curling and uncurling against the silk sheets underneath you. He listens to every last twitch of your muscles until finally, you slump and relax against him.
“Hi.” Your eyes flutter open. He smiles. “Still cold?” he asks.
“I’m sweating,” you say.
He chuckles. “Yeah, you are.”
You meet his eyes. Your heart jumps another beat. And another.
“I love you, you know that?” He nudges your nose with his. “I love you.”
You open your mouth to answer. You want to kiss him. You want to make love to him. You want to finish college and find a nice apartment in the heart of Hell’s Kitchen, and one day maybe marry him. Because you love him, too.
But you get none of that out. The words are there, but before you can utter those three words back to him, the door bursts open, and a very drunk Foggy stumbles into the room.
“Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey!” he roars. “The prodigal son returns!”
Matt pulls the blanket up to your chin. “Foggy!” he snaps.
He was supposed to be out all night.
He stands in the doorway for a moment, a bottle of tequila in his hand, and he looks between you with a frown on his face.
“Okay, I feel like I’m interrupting something,” he realizes.
You bite your lip, trying not to laugh while Matt’s cheeks have turned red enough to rival a field of tomatoes.
“Oh!” Foggy’s eyes widen. “Am I interrupting sex?”
“Dude!” Matt reaches for a pillow. “Get out!” And he tosses it in his direction.
Much to your surprise, it lands directly in his face.
“First of all, ow! Second of all, how? And third of all,” he says, “Use protection. I’m out.”
The door falls shut as fast as it opened.
“Sex rocks!”
You can’t hold it in anymore; you start laughing, burying your face in his chest. His entire body is hot with embarrassment. It’s cute, in a way.
“Jesus,” he says. “I’m sorry.”
You shake your head. “It’s fine. It’s… I love him.”
“You love him?”
“And I love you,” you say, rolling over and on top of him. “I love you, Matt Murdock.”
He smirks. “That’s better.”
“Shut up.”
He giggles, but your lips cut him off.
You love him, and you’d be damned if you didn’t make use of your alone time before Foggy comes back.
Again.
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Tthsi request^
Sweetest devotion|college!lizzie x fem!reader
College!au
Warnings: fufffff, fluffiest shit iv ever written, rage bait(woken up by a guitar)
The campus of yale University radiated with the vibrant energy of college life—a cacophony of laughter, conversations, and the rustling of leaves in the autumn breeze. Elizabeth olsen more than just another student; she was a presence, a force, with an aura that drew people in like moths to a flame. And in that immense world, she seemed even larger when she was with you, her roommate.
Every morning began the same. You woke to the gentle sound of lizzie's music wafting through the shared dorm room. The soft strumming of her guitar intertwined with her lilting voice, creating an atmosphere that was impossibly cozy and inviting. Even though you wished for just a few more minutes of sleep, you couldn't help but smile at the warmth and creativity of your best friend.
Today was no different. You blinked awake to find her perched cross-legged on the edge of your bed, her bright eyes sparkling beneath the strands of her dark hair, a hint of mischief dancing in them.
“Come on, sleepyhead! We’ve got a whole day ahead of us,” she teased, flashing that signature grin of hers that could light up even the gloomiest of mornings.
You stretched, momentarily groggy, but lizzie's joyful energy was infectious. “Okay, okay. Just give me a minute to brush my teeth," you replied, pulling the quilt off and swinging your legs over the side of the bed.
After a quick wash-up, you donned your favorite hoodie and jeans. As you stepped out of the small bathroom, you were met with lizzie’s approving nod. The simple act of her presence made you instantly feel like the softest, most cherished version of yourself.
“Ready to go?” she asked, a sparkle in her eye that made your heart flutter. You had gotten used to this routine—
Lizzie would hop on her bike and insist on giving you rides around campus, her laughter spilling into the air as you clutched onto her waist.
The campus was sprawling and filled with the chatter of students, but all Lizzie could focus on was the soft rhythm of her heart as she waited by her bike, having gotten boredof waiting for you to get read. The sun dipped low, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, and the breeze carried the scent of autumn leaves.
When you finally appeared, a bright smile lighting up your face, Lizzie’s heart soared. “Hey, ready for another adventure?” she called out, her voice smooth and inviting. You nodded eagerly, the thrill of the ride always infectious.
With a practiced grace, Lizzie helped you onto the bike, ensuring your safety while still maintaining a casual dominance that came naturally to her. You settled behind her and wrapped your arms tightly around her waist, the heat of her body warming you against the cool of the evening. She always enjoyed this part, the closeness, the connection, knowing you felt secure with her.
“Hold on tight,” she teased as she revved the engine. The roar startled a flock of birds into the sky, but you felt safe nestled against Lizzie’s back, every bump and curve of the ride sending adrenaline racing through your veins.
The world blurred past as Lizzie expertly weaved through the streets, the wind whipping through your hair and laughter spilling from both of you. She loved the feeling of you clinging on, the way you turned each ride into a moment of pure joy.
You could feel the rush of wind against your skin and the rhythmic cadence of her pedals, mingled with lizzies's joyous squeals as she weaved through the crowd. At that moment, with her laughter reverberating in your ears and the world whizzing by, everything felt right. You were home.
“lizard, slow down!” you laughed, the thrill of speed becoming electric.
“No way! I love having you close like this!” she teased, glancing over her shoulder with a playful smirk. You could see the self-assurance in her face, how she treated every twist and turn as an opportunity to show just how much she enjoyed your company.
When you finally reached the library, your hearts were racing, not just from the bike ride, but from the easy rhythm that tethered you two together. As you walked through the dimly lit library, you could see various students huddled over books and laptops, lost in their own worlds. Yet you and elizabeth created a little bubble of your own, filled with whispers, giggles, and the closeness that both warmed and grounded you.
Settling down in one of the cozy study nooks, you pulled out your textbooks while Wanda flopped down next to you, pulling you closer with a nonchalant maneuver that found you nestled against her side.
“Okay, let’s get studying!” you said, flipping open your notebook, but Wanda had other ideas.
Mid-sentence, as you explained a concept that made sense in your mind but perhaps not in words, you felt a soft brush of her lips against yours. Her kiss was sweet, soft, and entirely unexpected, leaving your thoughts jumbled. It was moments like these that took your breath away.
“You just looked so pretty and kissable,” she murmured, her cheeks slightly flushed.
You couldn't help but smile, feeling a giddiness spread through you. “You’re going to distract me,” you said, feigning seriousness, but there was no hiding the grin on your lips.
“Good,” she replied, pulling you into her lap. The warmth of her body enveloped you like a cozy blanket, making it hard to focus on anything but her. The little study session became a series of shared giggles and whispered secrets, her fingers gently tracing patterns on your arm while your book lay abandoned.
Minutes turned into hours—elizabeth, soothingly protective, would lightly scold you whenever she caught you staring at her instead of your notes. “Concentrate! We’re supposed to be studying,” she teased, lacing her fingers through your hair, as if to keep you tethered to the material.
In those simple study sessions, you discovered a deeper side of her. Beneath the playful banter and laughter, Lizzie was fiercely protective, her desire to see you succeed matched only by her softness. When you struggled with a difficult concept, her encouragement would wash over you like a balm.
“Hey, you’re brilliant,” she would encourage, her voice low and steady. “You just need to approach it from a different angle. Let me help you.”
And so, you’d find yourself curling closer, losing track of time as she patiently guided you through the material. But more often than not, a lingering kiss or a playful comment would pull you right back into her orbit. She had a way of making you feel like the most cherished secret in the world.
As evening rolled around, the golden hues of sunset streamed into your dorm room. Wandering outside, you both settled on the grass, a blanket laid out beneath you. The sky transformed above, responding to the soft whispers and laughter you both shared while you lay against her.
“Do you ever think about what’s next?” she asked softly, idly twirling a strand of your hair between her fingers.
“Sometimes. But right now, I’m just glad to be here with you,” you replied, tilting your head to look into her warm eyes. “You make everything better, Lizzie .”
She smiled, leaning forward to press her forehead against yours. In that moment, the noise of the world faded, and it was just the two of you wrapped in the comfort of each other’s presence.
You knew your college journey was far from over, but with your lizard by your side, you felt invincible. No matter what challenges lay ahead, you had found a home in her heart, and you weren't planning on letting go any time soon.
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Your moodboards are so slay!! Could you do a college moodboard? 💟💟💟
thank you so much ! Im glad you like them ! here is the moodboard I made I hope you like it !! (PS I absolutely adore your moodboards too ! they're so inspiring and creative 💗💗)
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The butler, gaining admittance 💖💚
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#Got motivated to draw my red butler au again finally.. this time Grell and Lizzy in Weston College#they're disguising themselves as guys since yk all boys school gotta do what you gotta do#also yeah Lizzy cut her hair for this she's short hair for a while now 😭#(grell can regrow hers back with a snap of a finger)#kuroshitsuji#black butler#black butler swap au#red butler au#black butler fanart#black butler art#kuroshitsuji fanart#kuroshitsuji art#grell sutcliff#grelle sutcliff#elizabeth midford#lizzy midford#my art#fanart#art#illustration#black butler manga#panel redraw
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She has arrived.
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⭐️Worth it to be with you⭐️
A Hermit College Social Media au:
Part 2:
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Elizabeth Midford || Public School Arc Episode 5
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: ̗̀➛ “everyone from home says that your so cool,
come on everybody to the boarding school„
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boarding school au inspired by ‘boarding school’ - lizzy grant
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Close ups of a project I’ve been working on recently. Just pencil on fabric 𐙚⋆.˚ ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖
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▪ ───── His Butler ⚔ Scheming ───── ▪
#black butler#kuroshitsuji#public school arc#weston college arc#sebastian michaelis#sebastian black butler#ciel phantomhive#black butler ciel#edgar redmond#lawrence bluewer#herman greenhill#gregory violet#mey rin#baldroy#finnian#finny#tanaka#headmaster#edward midford#lizzy midford#vincent phantomhive#diedrich#joanne harcourt#black butler gifs#kuroshitsuji gifs
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More lovely art from the discord of A Phantomhive at Night Raven College
Lilia as done by @mayaibarra Just love his face And Black Butler tsum-tsums as made by @befruitycommitfelonys
Hope you all like. ^_^ I know I do!
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aria montgomery back to school aesthetic
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RL!AU Wild life but, Scar, Jimmy, and Lizzie are three park designers trying to get their old college group to test their deeply fucked up and flawed rides they've put together, very legally, totally.
Everyone else is fighting and Scar is watching from camera's like "Yay it's working!" while Jimmy thinks of it as revenge for all the teasing in college and Lizzie's concernedly giggling at the rage she's accidentally putting her husband through.
everyone comes out horrified and having, just a slightest bit more hatred in their heart for some of the others.
#I just think it's funny#wild life smp#goodtimeswithscar#jimmy solidarity#ldshadowlady#lizzie ldshadowlady#Remember how everyone started talking about Limited life feeling like kids in a playground. Wild life is just out of college adults.#to me <3
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