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shadow4-1 · 9 months ago

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I'm just imagining being nervous around the 141 and yet STILL garnering their attention.

Like, you've done everything in your power NOT to get noticed. You're as happy as a clam to work on all the behind the scenes issues. You don't even go out on the field!

You're the one to get gear in place, you're the one talking to Nik and supervising the equipment repairs. You make sure the armory is stocked and that the showers aren't running with rusty water.

You really DON'T want any eyes on you.

You just want to do your job and do it in fucking peace.

So why the hell are they always wanting your attention?

"There she is. Keepin' everything in order while 'm gone." Price chuckles, placing a hand on your back as he passes through the armory's narrow shelves. "Looking to take my spot as Captain hm, Love?"

You bury your face into your clipboard, trying desperately to ignore him. He's not going away but God do you want him to. His presence is always so overwhelming and his gaze so pointed. If you could shrink into nothingness you'd try.

"Oi, Bonnie!" Soap calls out to you at mess. He waves his arms wildly, making everyone look his way. "C'mere! Sit w' us today!"

He's so loud his voice echoes across the cafeteria. Recruits and lower ranking members shrink at the sound of it. So do you, even though you can hear only excitement in his tone instead of the usual ire he employs while training the rookies.

You know that if you decide to sit with your friends you'll never hear the end of it. But if you choose to sit with him and the rest of the all star task force you'll be under their gazes for the better part of the morning. You want to just drop your lunch tray and run out, but on unsteady legs and a bowed head you shuffle to the table.

"Well well, look who it is." Gaz huffs, looking up from his terminal set up in the surveillance room. "Thanks for packing those extra headset chords for me."

"Uh...yeah, no problem." You nod, trying to ignore him while simultaneously digging in an old box full of wires.

"Whatcha lookin' for?"

"Uh...a mouse. A wireless one."

"Here, take mine." He smiles, unplugging the tiny chip from the side of his laptop. "Need a new one anyway."

"It's alright I-"

"Just take it. You deserve it more than me." He hums, looking away wistfully. "If it weren't for those extra cords we wouldn't 'ave been able to call for evac on that last mission."

You take the mouse into your palm, feeling uneasy. Something about his demeanor isn't right. Gaz is always confident and sure. But the way he glances at you before he turns back to the computer makes you worried.

Is he...jealous?

You slip out of the door and close it behind you without making a sound.

"Need t' put a bell on you." Ghost grumbles. "Can't hear you n' those."

You stop midway down the hallway, confused and nervous.

You look down at your old, beat up reg boots from your PT days. They were definitely in need for a decommissioning, but they were comfy despite the fact that the soles had no tread anymore.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry." You awkwardly mumble. "Need new ones."

"No."

You raise a brow at him. It was just the two of you in one of the maintenance hallways which was, ironically enough, poorly maintained. The overhead fluorescents flickered and made it hard to focus.

"Keep 'em." He nods, turning away and showing you the full breadth of his back. He mutters at you as while he keeps walking on.

"Keeps you under the radar."

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powderpinkandsweeet · 17 days ago

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Voyeurism with Loser Ellie x Reader (kinda x Abby but she’s over the phone and we never hear her speak)

Direct pt two to the thing I wrote where Ellie babysits your cats and she leaves a camera in your apartment. Nsfw, nonconsensual filming, fingering, voyeurism, vibrator, masturbation, reader uses feminine pronouns and descriptors. It’s so long I’m sorry

Ellie left your apartment that morning with a clenched jaw and bunched up shoulders. She thought that the camera was hidden well enough in the bookshelf that you wouldn’t notice. Not immediately, anyways. Ellie had tried putting black electrical tape over the red blinking light, but it flashed dully under the cover. The cord trailed out the back, but you had a mess of cords at the power strip by your computer so she prayed to anyone or anything listening that it wouldn’t be found. Thus far, there was no indication that Ellie’s cover was blown. Only a text from you thanking her for taking care of your cats, then nothing. You’d even tried to pay her, but Ellie insisted it was her pleasure.

She was hesitant to open the app synced with the camera. Her stomach twinged with guilt time her thumb hovered over the icon. The jump to buy and hide the camera was impulsive, but mustering the courage to actually invade your privacy proved to be a challenge. But her desire outweighed her guilt at one point. She was laying in bed, carefully holding your stolen panties between her index fingers and thumbs. It was approaching ten PM, and Ellie had never felt so jealous of a scrap of fabric. She knew they had hugged your pussy lips, rubbing friction into your clit and soaking up your wetness. Ellie had huffed them like paint, shuddering breaths of pleasure leaving her with each exhale, a high taking over her brain better than any flower she’d ever smoked. Ellie yearned to feel you in her hands and to taste your pussy from the source instead of sucking it from the scraps of cotton.

The longer she ruminates over your panties, the more depraved her thoughts become. She toed the line of decency that seemed to blur and flicker with every breath. So she hovered her thumb over the icon again and pressed it decisively.

It was late and you had work tomorrow, so Ellie figured she could watch while you slept, completely harmless in her opinion. The video buffered, the familiar colors and shapes of your bedroom coming into focus. She was rewarded not by you serenely sleeping, but you were wide awake. Scantily clad with your phone pressed to your ear, you leaned back against a mountain of pillows. You wore a flimsy white tank and a pair of boy shorts that showed more than they hid. After picking her jaw back up from the floor, Ellie took a screenshot. She was wearing practically the same thing, a white wife pleaser stretched over her perky breasts and riding up her stomach; she wore tight boxer briefs, the waistband tearing with an almost imperceptible hole stretched over the bone of Ellie’s hip. She thought you wore it better. Your underwear cupped the globes of your ass tightly, cheeks poking out the bottom. She swore the outline of your cunt was visible through the thin white cotton as it hugged your skin. The tank top was no better, the shape and color of your nipples visible through the worn out fabric.

Ellie’s conscience was clear at the sight of you propped on your bed like a reward on a silver platter. With all the time and money she had spent following you, researching you, and taking every opportunity to get close to you, Ellie made the excuse that she deserved this. This was what she got for her hard work.

Seeing your lips move, Ellie popped in her headphones and cranked the volume up to hear you through the small microphone. She nearly melted at the sound of your sweet, soothing voice but flinched at the sound of a familiar name. For a moment she thought she heard wrong and turned up the volume further to make sure, but it burned her eardrums once again when she heard you correctly. ‘Abby this,’ ‘Abby that,’ ‘Abby blah blah blah.’ She was fixated on the name for a moment, all other words filtered out by her mind as she interpreted the situation as a catastrophe. She had heard Abby’s heavy boots climb the staircase before, heard you greet her happily when Ellie had her ear pressed to the door. Worst of all, she heard the creaking of your bed frame and that dreadful name muffled through the ceiling of her apartment.

The pout on your face pulled Ellie back to reality. You tried to keep your tone calm and collected, but the tinge of disappointment in your voice was audible. “You said you’d come over tonight, though… -well I understand that, but you said-.…-yes, I know, but can’t you just-” If Ellie was interpreting the situation correctly as an argument, you didn’t seem to be winning. Your gaze was on your lap, fidgeting with the comforter as you listened and hummed in acknowledgement. “No, no, it’s okay. I just… I missed you is all it is.”

Ellie thought Abby was a fool. Jealousy could hardly describe the intense emotions she felt, even more so at your next words.

“It’s just not the same though, Abs, please… It feels better when you do it.” You squeezed the blankets, “your fingers are so much longer and thicker though, I can hardly reach. I can’t do it…” Your desperation was palpable. As much as it hurt to see you beg for another woman, Ellie didn’t look away. She couldn’t.

Your expression became more sour, and Ellie wondered how anyone could deny you. With a huff, you pressed “can you at least talk to me? I miss your voice.” You paused to listen for a moment, a sad smile crossing your face, “just a little while, I promise. I know you work tomorrow but I’m just so wet and sticky for you, Daddy.” Ellie shivered at the name, a tingle shooting down her spine at your submissiveness. She heard it late at night through her headphones, incognito tab pulled up and a woman who looked like you spread out on her screen. She thought it was kind of funny when the girls on film would whine it high and pitchy. She’d even had to suppress a chuckle and click away a few times. She didn’t doubt that it got Abby off to hear that, and she’d have made fun of her for it at any other time. It was so much sweeter coming from your lips, though. Since Ellie could only hear you, and not Abby, she imagined she were in her place, phone pressed to her ear while you moaned and whined into the phone, sounds clipping through the phone at your volume and pitch while you cry out. She imagined her name in Abby’s place.

“Can I touch myself, Abby? Just miss your cock so much and I need to come.” Your hand slid down your breast to grope it and pinch at your nipple through the fabric. A relieved smile spread across your face, “fuck, thank you, Daddy. Just need you to talk to me, please.”

Ellie watched in anticipation as your fingers crept between your thighs to palm your pussy over your wet panties. “I’m so wet, fuck… my panties are all sticky.” Sticky was an understatement. The crotch was soaked, the white fabric translucent and doing nothing to hide your wet, blushing folds. It clung to you like a white t-shirt as you peeled the panties off, strings of slick breaking between as they separated. You shimmied the panties off and let your legs fall open, the folds of your pussy opening like the petals of a flower.

When your fingers met your bare pussy, you sighed in relief. Your fingers slid down your folds, collecting your wetness and spreading it around your clit. You brought the phone down, “can you hear it? How wet I am for you?” You bit your lip lightly and continued your soft touches. Ellie could hear the “shlick, shlick” sound just barely over the sound of blood rushing in her ears. Her own hand had crept down to her boxer briefs, tucking her hand into the waistband to grind against her palm.

Your middle and ring finger circled your swollen clit peeking from its hood. You whined, attempting to take it slow like Abby would. She could get you worked up and creaming over her fingers in minutes. Hell, you didn’t even need to take your clothes off sometimes, grinding over her thigh to completion multiple times over. But she was just distant, so emotionally constipated that she kept a loveless relationship and fucked you on the side to feel something. Unfortunately, your needs were secondary to hers. She had given you so much in these little moments, so why did you feel like you were emptying your cup into hers? You were fulfilled sexually, but running on empty emotionally. You felt powerless in this relationship, or whatever it was that Abby wanted to call it, so you would beg.

“Please fuck me, Abby, I need you to fill me, I’m so empty without you.” You pushed two fingers inside to the hilt, jolting at the fullness and the heel of your hand pressing to your clit. A mix between a whine and a yelp escaped you as you reached for the spot that Abby always seemed to be able to hit.

Your wrist was shaking at the effort, causing you to giggle deliriously and grip it with the other hand to hold it steady and hasten your movements. You were growing tired, your muscles weakening. You cursed out of equal parts frustration and overstimulation. Each grind of your palm to your clit had you jolting. You were teetering toward the edge, but you struggled to make that leap without Abby’s help. “Please, Daddy, need it so bad. It’s not enough when I do it.” You groaned at her response, whimpering “yes, Daddy, thank you, fuck...” You withdrew your fingers with a whine. Your pussy throbbed as you leaned over the edge of your bed to pull open your nightstand drawer. Ellie recognized the hitachi wand instantly. The one she had pressed to her own pussy, through your panties while you were gone. She had cleaned it and placed it meticulously back in its place, but she hoped that somehow you could taste her when you licked the head to lubricate it. Ellie couldn't help but think of it like an indirect kiss.

With a click, the wand started to rumble in your hand. You pressed it gently against the hood of your clit, and your jaw dropped in a silent scream at the pressure.

Every time Abby’s name left your lips, Ellie flinched. She should be the one that you called when you were needy. Hell, you could just walk downstairs and knock on her door. And fuck, were you needy.

“I’m so close, please…” you whimpered, thighs trembling and toes pointing. “Wish you could feel me, baby, it’s so tight. My pussy is pulsing… agh! Miss your cock, Daddy, please.”

your legs tensed at the sudden onset. Even with the proverbial reigns in your hands, you deferred to Abby obediently to edge you just like she would in person.

Your cheeks were flushed and your forehead dotted with sweat as you huffed, “Daddy, can I please turn it up?” You whined and pleaded, “please, I’ve been so good. I just miss you…” you ppp your lips, mouth dry from your panting and begging. “Miss how you taste, how you smell, how your fingers feel in my pussy and around my neck.”

Ellie was stunned by your submission. She had placed you on the highest pedestal, so to see you lower yourself for a little bit of attention flipped her world on its head. You had a want—a need—to please, even at the denial or delay of your own pleasure.

Your fingers curled repeatedly as you jammed them in and out of your pussy. When you thrusted so harshly, you almost grazed the spot Abby abused time and time again. She’d practically claimed you as her own with how pliant you became under her hands. Abby played you like a violin, pulling long, high whines and staccato groans from you with ease.

You begged for your orgasm, knowing how strict and controlling Abby could be over your pleasure. “Yes, yes, yes, please don’t stop, it feels so good, I’m so close please” you babbled. The pumping of your fingers faltered, your unsteady pace faltering as you hung onto the edge. “I can’t hold it, please. It’s gonna be messy I can feel it.” You were pulsing around your own fingers, the buzzing of the wand sending tingles and shocks through your body. You held it firm against your clit despite your shaking wrist and the burn of overstimulation creeping in, the waves of your orgasm threatening to consume you.

Ellie was close to begging herself, her fingers soaked where they were tucked into her boxers and rubbing her own pussy raw. You were the picture of debauchery, but Ellie felt even more depraved getting off to you without your knowing. What’s more, to you getting off to someone else. It was a tangled mess of unrequited love, a fucked up love triangle that Ellie wanted to rip apart and glue back together the right way. The pressure that built in Ellie’s stomach was bittersweet. It stung hearing you beg for someone else, but the sting somehow only added to her pleasure. Shameful as it was, Ellie got off on being the voyeur.

A cock-drunk smile spread across your face at something said on the phone, and you clicked the vibrations up one more setting. Your voice rang shrill and loud through Ellie’s headphones as you hit your orgasm. Your back bowed, hips lifting to push into your fingers and the vibrating wand. You chased the sensation via the grinding of your hips, weak “ah!”s punched from your throat with every pulse of heat. When your shaking calmed into trembling, you lay spread out like a starfish with a peaceful smile on your face.

But whatever Abby said on the other line caused your smile to dissipate. Sadness colored your tone, “no, I’m sorry I know I shouldn’t be calling you like this. It’s late and I didn’t mean to intrude.” There was a tense pause, and you fiddled with your cuticles, “I appreciate you, you know? Not just like… that. And I know you want to keep this just between us but it’s just been really hard lately, Abby.”

You sigh and press the heel of your palm to your eye to hold back tears, “for sure. I get it, I don’t want anyone talking like that about you either…”

So quiet it was practically inaudible, Ellie heard your defeated whisper, “night, Abby…” you sigh, “yeah, I’ll see you and Owen at game night next week.”

Ellie’s heart broke for you, because she knew how you felt, watching and admiring someone who didn’t feel the same for you. But she felt a conflicting emotion: hope. If your feelings for Abby weren’t mutual, then there was a chance for her. Of course, she didn’t want to make you upset, but it was for the greater good in the end. Abby was a threat to your well being and hers, after all. She felt resentment for the woman that she had truly never met, never spoken to, never even looked in the eye. You would certainly be heartbroken because of Abby, but Ellie was willing and ready to pick up the pieces. You deserved better; you deserved Ellie.

Lost in daydreams of being your knight in shining armor, Ellie was brought back to reality by you huffing out a long breath and running your hands through your hair to expel nervous energy. One of your cats hopped onto the bed and ambled over to sniff you because of your distressed noises. She rubbed her nose on your arm in askance for pets, and you ran a hand along her back. “I’m an idiot, Rosie.” You grumble. She only purrs and pushes into your hand. “Yeah… mama’s not too good at the whole love thing, huh?”

Unbeknownst to both you and Ellie, your other cat Kiwi was sat by the outlet giving in to one of her worst habits: playing with electrical cords. Ellie watched in horror as the camera’s view shifted just slightly, a gasp and a quiet “no…” directed uselessly at her phone screen.

It jolted again, this time making a rattling noise as the camera shook in its place. The noise pulled your attention away from your pity party and toward your book shelf. You snapped your fingers and said a firm “no” to try to get the cat’s attention to no avail. Kiwi continued to paw at the wire, her little game endangering Ellie’s reputation and your dignity. She wasn’t a strong cat, but she was determined when it mattered to her.

You shuffled out of bed to pick up the troublemaker, “alright miss thing, that’s enough of that.” You grabbed her under the armpits, pulling Kiwi up to cradle her in your arms and scold her for being reckless. Unwilling to part from her new favorite toy, Kiwi tried to dig her claws into the carpet to avoid being picked up. Sadly her escape attempt didn’t work, the cat only succeeding to pull the camera from the shelf by its cord and send it clattering to the floor.

Ellie cursed at her phone screen as the video feed cut out. She took deep breaths, panicking and trying to figure out how she would weasel her way out of this one.

My honey said that canon Ellie wouldn’t be cucked by Abby and like I agree but what if

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