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HOW did Stain not run up to him and hug him I don't know.
The voices he made while crying killed me.
#i couldn't find this pic on Pinterest#so i took a screenshot myself#and GOSH#this scene is so fucking sad and heartbreaking#I CANNOT WATCH IT AGAIN#HORRIBLE THE WAY TOSHIS VOICE IS#SO DESPERATE AND SAD#GOSHH AND THE THINGS HE SAYS TO IZUKU FUCK MEEE#THOSE TWO AND THESE TWO#MY HEARTTTT#i- i couldn't even hold back my tears#his VOICE#i cannot get over anything in this scene#THE BENTO#THE âu haven't eaten yet :(â#HELP ME REALEWSEE EMEEE#NEVER make this man cry EVER again#please#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#toshinori yagi#akaguro chizome#all might#stain mha#izuku midoriya#stainmight#<- ig?
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feeling insane about dark urge/wyll romance in act 2
get out of my camp sceleritas but also tell me more about how much wyll loves me. please.
also, the aftermath conversation:
it's giving "it's rotten work / not to me, not if it's you"
#.txt#absolutely cannot get over 'he adores you so blindly. like a pup.'#i dont have anything specific to say. these are just screenshots. if you know you know etc.#baldur's gate 3#bg3#bg3 spoilers#wyll#wyll ravengard#dark urge#there's so much more in this scene but also nothing beats actually experiencing it in-game. so. spreading my durge/wyll romance propaganda#someone saying 'i trust you' means so much more to me than saying 'i love you' if im gonna be honest#bladesmitten#*#dark urge x wyll#durgewyll
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youve heard of sex flowers get ready for the flower that makes you into a celestial shoujo herione complete with particle effects you cannot turn the fuck off and creates a wifebeam so powerful it can incapacitate and maim and keeps making you burst into tears and fall on your ass which makes the wifebeam More Powerful and you also cannot turn this off either. and is also still, sort of, a sex flower
from one of my favorite fanfictions, Celestial Afterglow by elanor_pam, a fic that defies description in the best possible way
#arts#shen qingqiu#svsss#listen im not saying that ive spent a cumulative half a year reading this fic and then trying to make an arts for it#and then getting frustrated and stopping because i couldn't figure out how to make sqq shimmery enough#but like. im not NOT saying that#this is the FOURTH time ive started something for this bitch it haunts my fucking dreams and yet the opalescent glittery sqq evades me#perhaps you o unlearned fool look at this and say hmm that's too many colour layers and glowy effects but oh how wrong you are#if it doesnt make you literally fall over yourself at how otherworldly and radiant he is then there is room for improvement yet#perhaps you look at this and you think Wow!!! this gives me literally NO ideas what this fic is about#well Let Me Tell You. i have no fucking idea how to summarize this fic#its not often the tags in a fic give me pause but i saw this and as i read the tags i was increasingly just like What#but i have no idea how to describe it. the tags arent NOT accurate but i was SO unprepared for what happened in like an extremely pos way#if i were tagging this i think i would give it the no archive warnings apply label if that matters to you#the author seemed they wanted to leaned towards over caution rather than risk missing anything re tags because This Is A Weird Fic#but oh my fucking god#i am gripping you by the shoulders i cannot stress enough how charming it is#brilliant characterization especially with airplane in the first scene#and also so much fucking funnier than i thought possible for the general setting summary tags and buildup#its just. ough. its good
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good morning. thinking again of juve and her dog
#oreste garifalle save me. save me oreste garifalle (he cannot even save himself)#i just.. man its so over. by the time they encounter each other juve is the worst shes ever been & oreste doesnt yet know he could be better#so. sure. juve needs to gather the pieces of herself back up and double down on her coping mechanisms but not thinking at all about whats#happened to her/how she was affected by it and by instead fixating on someone elses problems. she needs to offer drive and direction to#another in order to feel more in control of herself#and luckily for her unluckily for himself. by the time she finds him. oreste is only Just stumbling out of a gothic pseudoincest nightmare#in which all of his own wants and desires have been very deliberately placed on a shelf higher than he can reach and hes all too eager#to accidentally replicate previous dynamics (dog) with someone new#so. tldr. juve needs to control/'fix' someone and oreste as of yet only knows how to be controlled/molded in anothers image#which would already be so bad except to top it off. juve is steadily fucking losing it. due to the repression crimes#and even as she tries to distance herself from the emotional aftermath of what she went through. it bleeds into the way she treats oreste#instead. like.#her base level dehumanization of him would already be bad but. as is. in the way it finds her.#juve completely lacks the finesse or grace or awareness to approach it as she normally would#so she instead traps them both in this horrible codependent situation where her 'fixing' oreste mostly involves her going oh! i know!#your problem is that youre not in touch with your anger right? you should be angry about what those guys did to you but youre not rigjt??#so!! easy fix!! lets just get you angry!!!#<- girl who is not entirely wrong but has also never processed any of her own anger a day in her life and Will be projecting#<- girl who will treat you both as a metaphor/extension of herself but Also as a recreation of the previous dynamic she was in with an#excessively angry individual#<- girl who decides the best way to put you in touch with your anger again is by. repeatedly triggering you until you protest#essentially bending your finger back and waiting to see which will come first. you letting it break or begging her to stop#and oreste is always too deeply traumatized and overwhelmed to do anything but let it break. so.#notnow#juve mizani#oreste garifalle#one of my favorite scenes i have planned for them is her making oreste relay what his abuser (kai) looked like. in detail.#as a skinshifter herself.#you see where this is going.#you should send me asks about them btw. if you want. also if you dont
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My partner finally finished BG3 but has no idea that his ending was actually bad cause he was a pro-Vlaakith githyanki who rode off with Lae'zel but got NO EPILOGUE where Withers points out y'all died im đđđ
they have no idea what happened with Gale or anyone else (who was still alive) after flying away đđđ
#i cant even tell him cause hes gonna play again more ânormallyâ#its so tragic he would like skip dialogue and just fight to get the jump on boss battles instead of waiting for the cutscenes to start#and he didn't exhaust dialogue trees!! like... how... why...#and also he staked Astarion ��� and p much never reloaded#and didn't clear the shadow curse so no Halsin#also everyone at Last Light Inn died so Dammon was gone and Karlach only got 2 upgrades#and he didnt know moonrise towers was basically a second town#and his game was buggy a lot maybe? cause he kept trying to be hella creative with things and do things out of order#like killing gortash before doing steel watch đ#it's fine it's fine everyone plays differently#he tends to care more about gameplay than anything else but still!!#i just want him to know all the character backstories and see everything that made me emotional#i mean he did say he was sad when Lae'zel broke up with him in act 3 and when Karlach died and when he had Gale use the orb in act 2#which he considered his canon ending :/ sigh#i dont think he got Jaheira's lines about death#and he didnt understand why Karlach wouldn't go back to the hells#and he thought Wyll was happy being the duke (and has NO idea you could save his dad cause the mission didn't happen!! đ)#the iron throne was like my fave mission outside of killing Cazador and I can't discuss either one cause he didn't do them properly yet đđ#he also avoided talking to children so he missed those quests and yenna glitched so no cat appeared in camp đ#sighhhhh cannot believe he plays so differently than i do lollll#he didn't even do unlimited kisses with Lae'zel!! meanwhile im over here kissing Astarion every night hahahah#hoping my partner doesn't see IRL if I have the office door open as if it matters lmfaooooo#i need him to play again and see why im in love with a video game character lol#maybe we could both um... benefit from knowing more about all of Astarion's scenes lmao#but like he has NOT SEEN Astarion's silly or sweet side yet just him being a bit of a chaotic vampire#and thinks i like him cause of vampires WRONG!! play the game again and see that i love his silly & sweet real self!#bg3 spoilers#baldur's gate 3 spoilers#bg3#baldur's gate 3
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Mollie, a good person: Iâm sorry, I donât mean to bad mouth your girlfriend.
Me, yelling at my screen: I DO mean to bad mouth your girlfriend. She fucking SUCKS.
#the warp effect#the warp effect the series#i cannot explain how angry that whole scene made me#your gf decided to get pregnant because YOU wanted a baby#but then youâre just gonna move countries?#while not actually communicating to your gf anything#i mean sure they talked but it was all about biew and what SHE wanted#what a selfish asshole#relationships are about communication and compromise#but if only one person is communicating and compromising thatâs not a healthy relationship#and biew thinks sheâs ready to have a baby and be a mother???#does she not understand that not only are children work but so is pregnancy#and sheâs just up and leaving nim like that#does she know she canât do that to a child?#oh look at that Iâm screaming again#can yâall hear me all the way over there?
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I'm watching Star Wars with my roommate, she hasn't seen any of it and she is completely unspoiled I am LIVING
#i have instructed her not to talk about it with anyone or look it up or /anything/ until we're done with all three#her reactions! it's like I'm ten again!#as of the end of ep 4 she doesn't think obi wan is actually dead. she thinks he's faking#she's ehh on han but loves luke and especially leia#we're watching with subtitles because English is her second language#and every time Chewbacca says anything it's subtitled like 'arghh' and it's killing me#it's so hard to have conversations about a Thing You Know Every Detail About with someone just being exposed to it for the first time#it's the same problem i had with lotr but actually worse if you can believe it#bc i genuinely cannot remember a time when i didn't know the difference between an astromech and a protocol droid.#or which one wedge antilles is. or the cut backstory with biggs.#or the names of all the different background characters that you only learn from scouring wookiepedia at age thirteen#for the fanfic you and your sister are writing#idk#i remember what it was like to be new to lotr. not so much with star wars#I don't talk about it much on this blog but i am a huge star wars nerd with strong opinions#i had us flip back over to the despecialized edition for several of scenes (you know the ones) even though they didn't have subs available#bc like. you gotta#and then i try to explain the difference to her and realize how esoteric this stuff is in the scheme of things#idk I'm just rambling at this point#getting to introduce a friend to the art that shaped me totally rules#pontifications and creations#a star wars fan like my father before me
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i really am trying not to complain so much but itâs not my fucking fault this fanfic is flopping rn. when can we go back to slaying i know you know how⌠anyway. you wanna know how bleak this is. how bleak my special guys are in this? theyâre fighting rn and theyâre still boring. theyâre not always boring theyâve had their slays even in this anti-slay fanfic. but this is lame. why are they fighting in such a lame loserly way⌠you guys should be fighting in a way that makes me need to stare at my ceiling for ten minutes come on now
#this fanfic has yet to give a truly insane scene a la âmr tell me a fucking secretâ#which i cannot even begin to explain the depths of insanity of to you guys#all i can do is quote that one line and tell you it means something so fucked up that when i read that scene i almost threw up#this one has not given anything of that nature even with the main guys#like ok. there was âyouâre hesitating loveâ which was crazy but not that crazy#they have their slay moments too of course. many more than the special guys are getting#i wouldnât be reading this is there was no slay#but basically. there is flop in the slay and slay in the flop. and itâs so over but we might be so back soon
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I continue to be. So Fucking Tired Of People
#today it's about multiple things#- customers who don't understand that custom-made products cannot materialize instantly into their hands#- managers who don't understand that#''i can stay late to help with your personal emergency''#does not mean#''get us both in trouble by keeping me overtime for shit that neither of us are responsible for and isn't due for over a week''#- american culture in general that has to have menial things Right Now but anything important is put off until people start dying#- and i love coming home from all of this to find more fucking witch-hunting on my dashboard#because when it's bigoted scenes in marvel movies and nintendo games we can apparently just go ''oh that was bad'' and shrug it off#but as soon as it's indie it's murder by association. as if every fan was on the board of directors and knows the artist personally#god forbid i finish the game i bought before i discovered the dev sucks#i love fucking lupin iii blogs preaching to me. like. buddy. you've got nazi apologists#fish babblings
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uggggghh tired. today's words are gonna suck
#she bork#novel 2024#idk i have been STRUGGULLEENG to get my words down the last few days. like i said in an earlier post i think it's bc i'm hitting the last#little bit before the climax so it's like crawling along bc i want to rush it lol but i just have to be patient and get the words down no#matter what. also i'm like slightly disheartened bc yesterday i was reading over a section i wrote last week (which going back and rereading#anything was my first mistake lol) and i realized that i've done a lot of like. summarizing. so when i start that first round of editing i#think i'll have a lot more work to do than originally anticipated. which like booo that sucks and it's gonna be laborious bc like if i#didn't want to fully write those scenes the first time around why would it suddenly become easy on my second spin lol. but i'm still excited#to get there bc ik the story will be way better once i do that. fuck i wanna RUSH THIS SO BAD but i cannot đ
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My space scrapper dca fic, which originally was reader x sun x moon... is slowly starting to turn into platonic reader & sun/moon, where the romantic part is trying to get these stupid robots to admit their feelings for each other.
I am really just slowly turning this story into "please someone intervene so that these space jesters stop behaving like a divorced couple". And I am loving it.
I mean. I still want us to have a romance with them... but this dynamic is sounding really fun now. A full platonic fic with a ship bonus of sun and moon being the romantic endgame, but reader still being their super important bestie? We'll see.
#dca#daycare attendant#dca au#yes I've been working on and off on this au since January#once university is over for the summer I plan on finally starting posting#anyway would anyone even read this hyper specific thing#i cannot talk about what sun and moon's relationship is and was like because it is a massive plot point#but don't worry they are not written as brothers or anything like that#I don't think I'd ever write such a dynamic for them anyway#they are... the dca but in separate bodies#from the get go you can see they used to be really close#this fic really explores their relationship#but they are that sort of... their relationship goes beyond structure. can't really talk about it otherwise I'll spoil too much#original plan (which I also have written scenes for) was:#reader doesn't fall for them for a long while. sun falls for reader first#but moon becomes fans with reader first#problem? moon has been in love with sun for a long time#his reaction to finding out sun likes reader is spoilery but#let's just say moon always knew he'd never be with sun unless a miracle happened... or would he#reader is icognito as of right now. reader would definitely consider sun as a partner after figuring the crush out#but I'm still pondering who we'd fall for first#but it would all end in a healthy relationship of the three of us#problem? I'm really starting to prefer the platonic yn dca relationship with the romantic sun/moon one ug#I'll figure it out come summer when I fully commit to this project#stars and satellites au#friends* not fans. apologies for the tag typo
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Mizu, femininity, and fallen sparrows
In my last post about Mizu and Akemi, I feel like I came across as overly critical of Mizu given that Mizu is a woman who - in her own words - has to live as a man in order to go down the path of revenge.
If she is ever discovered to be female by the wrong person, she will not only be unable to complete her quest, but there's a good chance that she'll be arrested or killed.
So it makes complete sense for Mizu to distance herself as much as possible from any behavior that she feels like would make someone question her sex.
I felt so indignant toward Mizu on my first couple watchthroughs for this moment. Why couldn't Mizu bribe the woman and her child's way into the city too? If Mizu is presenting as a man, couldn't she claim to be the woman's escort?
However, this moment makes things pretty clear. Mizu knows all too well the plight of women in her society. She knows it so well that she cannot risk ever finding herself back in their position again. She helps in what little way she can - without drawing attention to herself.
Mizu is not a hero and she is not one to make of herself a martyr - she will not set herself on fire to keep others warm. There's room to argue that Mizu shouldn't prioritize her quest over people's lives, but given the collateral damage Mizu can live with in almost every episode of season 1, Mizu is simply not operating under that kind of morality at this point. ("You don't know what I've done to reach you," Mizu tells Fowler.)
And while I still feel like Mizu has an obvious and established blind spot when it comes to Akemi because of their differences in station, such that Mizu's judgment of Akemi and actions in episode 5 are the result of prejudice rather than the result of Mizu's caution, I also want to establish that Mizu is just as caged as Akemi is, despite her technically having more freedom while living as a man.
Mizu can hide her mixed race identity some of the time, and she can hide her sex almost all of the time, but being able to operate outside of her society's strict rules for women does not mean she cannot see their plight.
It does not mean she doesn't hurt for them.
Back to Mizu and collateral damage, remember that sparrow?
While Mizu is breaking into Boss Hamata's manse, she gets startled by a bird and kills it on reflex. She then cradles it in her hands - much more tenderly than we've seen Mizu treat almost anything up to this point in the season:
She then puts it in its nest, with its unhatched eggs. Almost like she's trying to make the death look natural. Or like an accident.
You see where I'm going with this.
When Mizu kills Kinuyo, Mizu lingers in the moment, holding the body tenderly:
And btw a lot of stuff about this show hit me hard, but this remains the biggest gut punch of them all for me, Mizu holding that poor girl's body close, GOD
When Mizu arranges the "scene of the crime," Kinuyo's body is delicate, birdlike. And Mizu is so shaken afterward that she gets sloppy. She's horrified at this kill to the point that she can't bring herself to take another innocent life - the boy who rats her out.
MIZU'S ONE MOMENT OF SOFTNESS AND MERCY, COMING ON THE HEELS OF HER NEEDING TO KILL A GIRL TO SPARE HER THE WORST FATE THAT THIS RIGID SOCIETY HAS TO OFFER WOMEN, AND TO SPARE A BROTHEL FULL OF INNOCENT WOMEN WHO ARE THE CASTOFFS OF SOCIETY, NEARLY RESULTS IN ALL OF THEIR DEATHS
No wonder Mizu is as stoic and cold as she is.
And no wonder Mizu has no patience for Akemi whatsoever right before the terrible reveal and the fight breaks out:
Speaking of Akemi - guess who else is compared to a bird!
The plumage is more colorful, a bit flashier. But a bird is a bird.
And, uh
Yeah.
I like to think that Mizu killing the sparrow is not only foreshadowing for what she must do to Kinuyo, but is also a representation of the choice she makes on Akemi's behalf. She decides to cage the bird because she believes the bird is "better off." Better off caged than... dead.
But because Mizu doesn't know Akemi or her situation, she of course doesn't realize that the bird is fated to die if it is caged and sent back home.
Mizu is clearly not happy, or pleased, or satisfied by allowing Akemi to be dragged back to her father:
But softness and mercy haven't gotten Mizu anywhere good, recently.
There is so much tragedy layered into Mizu's character, and it includes the things she has to witness and the choices she makes - or believes she has to make - involving women, when she herself can skirt around a lot of what her society throws at women. Although, I do believe that it comes at the cost of a part of Mizu's soul.
After all, I'm gonna be haunted for the rest of this show by Mizu's very first prayer in episode 1:
"LET" her die. Because as Ringo points out, she doesn't "know how" to die.
Kind of like another bird in this show:
#blue eye samurai#mizu#akemi#kinuyo#bes#women are birds okay they are BIRDS#the let me die line is so SCARY AND SAD like a part of Mizu wants death but she cant? she doesnt know how?? excuse you show???#when all these other delicate birds are dying all around her#akemis character gets more and more gutwrenching upon subsequent rewatches because whenever she says her life is in danger#NO ONE BELIEVES HER - certainly not other women#because shes rich and pampered and that means shes safe and is worrying about nothing right? right?????#and it turns out that all of akemis instincts were right and she was in danger the ENTIRE TIME#also I need to make a post just for kinuyo because I am sad
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If I see any more misinformation about Kamala Harris to dissuade people from voting I will explode.
1. She did a lot of work as a prosecutor to dismantle the system. When she was DA in San Francisco she was labeled as being âsoft on crimeâ which she in turn claimed was âsmart on crimeâ. Harris made a program called Back on Track so that low-level nonviolent drug offenders could enroll in school rather than doing jail time. She has believe and continues to believe that supporting people prevents crime far better than criminalizing people.
Yes, she put people behind bars. I know she called herself the âTop Copâ and I fucking hate that. However, the number of people who served time in jail was significantly reduced due to her program. Sheâs not a saint, but she tried to reduce harm as much as she could in her position. Since then, sheâs called for even more action in terms of legalizing marijuana and I believe recently fully endorsed it publicly.
2. She is not transphobic. Harris backed the state of California when it tried to deny gender-affirmation surgery to a trans prisoner, but as attorney general, she could not deny the stateâs Department of Corrections as a client of hers. Essentially, she had no say in the denial of surgery herself, as she had to represent the departmentâs interests over her own. Once she realized what they were doing, Harris actually worked behind the scenes to get that very policy changed so that any inmate who needs that care could get it. Additionally, she has lead efforts to put an end to gay and transgender âpanicâ defenses in criminal trials.
3. Kamala Harris is Black. For some reason, people like to say that she isnât, and that sheâs Indian and pretending to be black⌠for what reason? Depends on whoâs telling the lie to begin with. Kamala Harris is Black and South Asian. Her father, Donald Harris, is a Black man who was born in Jamaica. Her mother, Shyamala Gopalan, was born in India. Speculating about her race with so much evidence towards the contrary is so wrong. If anyone tells you shit about this, just send them her whitehouse.gov biography.
4. Harris (reportedly) has different opinions than Biden on Palestine. Whether or not she makes a clear stance against Israel, I donât know. That hasnât happened yet, but Iâll remain hopeful until further notice. She reportedly tried to push Biden towards âa policy on Gaza that was both more humane and in alignment with international lawâ but wasnât listened to. The only reason why this is one of my points is that Iâve seen a lot of people stating that she is totally behind every decision and stance Biden made as president, which isnât necessarily true. I donât want to give her credit for being pro-Palestine if she isnât, just to be clear. That is not what Iâm trying to do here.
I desperately want her to stand for a free Palestine. I cannot make the promise that this will happen. All I can hope for is that her policy will be less harmful than Trumpâs- who wants Israel to âfinish the jobâ and promises to âthrow (pro-Palestinian protestors) out of the countryâ.
Conclusion: the fact of the matter is that people make shit up all of the time. Sometimes itâs propaganda they accidentally absorb, sometimes itâs deliberate misinformation. People often take rumors as facts, and we need to be more vigilant about it. What I know is that some people will do anything for you to not vote tor Kamala Harris, when in reality sheâs our only hope here.
Is Harris my favorite person ever? Absolutely not. Does she share my exact views and opinions? Nope. Would I rather vote for someone who more aligns with my personal views? Yes.
Is voting for Harris the only way to stop Donald Trump and Project 2025? Yes.
Disclaimer for the blog: To be 100% transparent, this is only my (Fanyaâs) opinions. Although this is a shared blog, I cannot claim that my stance and my voice speaks for everybody involved in this blog. Some members are not American. Some may have different takes. All I know is that all of us are anti-Trump. Donât go after my friends if you have beef with what Iâm saying. Iâm trying my best here.
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a little prologue before i eventually write the schmeat.
pornstar au!
f!reader
Simon retired from the adult entertainment industry at 38 years old, but he'd been in it for a decade and a half.
He left his mark, going down in history as one of the greatest of all time in pornography. Simon was a living legend, and his cock was equally legendary which even attracted the attention of famous personalities. In fact, he made sure they signed an airtight NDA just to have the privilege of having his phone number.
It eventually became dull, however, and decided it was time to call it quits. He'd had his fun and now explicitly works behind the scenes with the casting and directing.
Not for the lack of trying on his hires' part though. He cannot recall how many times he's had actors trying to entice him into bending them over the black leather couch or fuck them against the walls of their dressing rooms.
Simon had retired and meant it.
That was, until you.
A fresh face, a rookie in the business but he's completely mesmerized by the video he's watching featuring his protege, Johnny. The scene itself was nothing special, just a dad's best friend script, but you...something about you was extraordinary.
He felt his manhood stir as he watched your lips parting in a silent scream as a climax washed over you, causing your toes to curl and fingers to dig into Johnny's biceps as he split you open on top of a kitchen counter.
Your eyes clenched tightly in bliss; head thrown back in pleasure. You weren't faking it in the least, not that it was ever in questionâ there was a frothy, milky cream around the base of Johnny's cock, your body twitched with the aftershocks of it, and he's had more than a lifetime's worth of women and men underneath and on top of him to know what a real orgasm looked like.
You looked delectable. His mouth watered as he thought of getting a taste of youâ he wanted to eat that pretty pussy of yours like it was to be his last meal, push his thick fingers into your slick hole and make you ride his hand until you hunched over and gushed arousal down his wrist and forearm.
Simon palmed himself roughly outside of his trousers and hissed when Johnny covered your mouth with his as he rubbed your slippery clit under the pad of his thumb until you broke away to let out a choked screamâ another peak that Johnny takes as his.
He fucks you through it with a slow undulation of his hips, just like Simon taught him, and only when your limbs are loose, syrupy, does he finally relent and in a few thrusts, he's pulling out and covering your glistening slit with his spend.
Simon grips his phone so hard, it makes a cracking sound. He's had A-list celebrities with unrivaled beauty begging for him to see them again. He's had Aphrodite in his bed and Adonis on his knees.
And yet none compare to the sight of you, skin dewy with saliva and sweat, damp hair sticking to your forehead, and another man's cum dripping out of you.
He's enthralled.
Simon tosses his cell and briskly walks toward his kitchen island, where his laptop sits. In a matter of minutes, he's sent an email to the company you work for and told them to name their price, he'd pay anything to get you in his studio.
They readily agreed, of course. No one denies Simon anything.
Simon runs his tongue over his teeth in anticipation; he's gonna lift you to the very stars.
Ghost is about to make his long-awaited return and only for you.
#call of duty#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#cod mw2#cod mwii#simon riley x reader#cod#cod smut#johnny soap mactavish
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Welcome to the Party
Summary: whatâs worse than your older brother?âŚ..his extremely attractive best friend
an: this Ellie has been living rent fucking free in my head and I absolutely cannot carry on any longer without writing about herâŚ..also my last Ellie fic was sickly sweet I need some mean!Ellie to soothe the burn đ (also credit to @absdoll for writing Ellie as someone who listens to PartyNextDoor?? That is a HUGE reason that inspired me to write this bc that is absolutely so very accurate)
Warnings: SMUT!!! MDNI!!! 18+ ONLY!!, angst!, toxic!Ellie, mean!Ellie, brothersbestfriend!Ellie, Ellie is just all around a piece of shit in this one idk, oral (r!receiving), mentions of alcohol, mentions of weed, Usage of the word slut, slight degradation, thereâs a brief scene with reader and Jesse but they arenât flirting I promise Ellie is just delusional, pls lmk if I missed anything!
âPlease honeybee? Itâll only be for a little while. Your father and I will be back before you know it, just in time for you to go back with your friendsâ your mothers voice rang through the phone, her tone gentle and reassuring as she spoke to you.
You exhaled loudly in annoyance, toying with the hem of your sleep shorts as you laid in your bed, a soft pout on your face as you stayed silent for a moment, contemplating your motherâs wish.
âBaby? Are you there?â She tried. You can practically hear the way she bites her lip, chewing on the skin as she awaited your response.
âIâŚ.you do realize that Derek is the oldest sibling, right? Isnât he supposed to be the one making sure Iâm not getting in trouble?â You huff out, still holding out on giving her an answer to her request of you.
You hear her sigh over the line at the mention of your older brother. âI know sweetheartâŚbut your father and I just need you to make sure he doesnât burn the house down while weâre away. Iâm sure itâll only be him and Ellie there anywaysâ she tries assuring you.
But the mention of the girls name has your skin running cold.
It makes you pinch the bridge of your nose, inhaling deeply as you truly try to outweigh your options at hand.
Your brother was a fucking moron, and you knew that the minute he heard your parents were going away for the summer, he jumped at the opportunity to âhouse sitâ. It was almost comedic how clueless he was, your parents knowing your older sibling far too well to know that heâd tear the house down brick by brick unsupervised, especially with his partner in crime there with him.
So it left your poor mother to ask her baby (you), to stay the summer at their house, just to make sure things didnât get too out of hand.
The minute she called and asked you to go down there, your entire summer had changed. All of the plans you made with your friends at university, the trips you were to make with them, all suddenly fizzled out as you were faced with the task to spend the summer with your idiotic brother and his bully of a best friend.
As much as you wanted to say no, tell your parents to figure it out or simply tell your brother he couldnât stay there for his break, you simply couldnât find it in yourself to do that. Your parents were amazing to say the least, and the one time they actually chose to go away for the summer in one of the first times since you were born, youâd feel like an absolute villain to take that away from them.
You let out a low sigh before you finally spoke. âIâll be there momâŚ.you wonât have to worry about anythingâ you assured her, the sound of her sighing in relief putting a gentle smile on your face.
âOh baby you are an angel. Your father and will come home as soon as we can, okay?â She assures you, to which you give a gentle chuckle before you nod.
âHave fun, okay? Tell daddy I said hiâŚI love youâ you mumble out gently through the phone, bidding your goodbye to the woman before you hang up, letting out a loud sigh youâd seemingly been holding from the moment your mother asked you to go back home for the summer.
And as you stared up at your ceiling, you began to really think about it all. How bad could it possibly be?? It wasnât like you were all kids still, there was no way Ellie and your brother would torment you the same way they used to when you were all younger, not when you were all adults in college, right?
Right?
You let out a soft sigh as you drove down the familiar road to your parents house, the street quiet as everyone there had similar situations to your mother and father, empty nesters who had time to get away for the summer.
Pulling into the driveway gives you a bit of relief, as you notice your brother hadnât gotten there yet, which you could only chalk up to him and Ellie waking up entirely too late after a night of partying to get to the house at a decent time.
Some things just never changed do they?
Your brother and Ellie had been friends since elementary school, the two of them glued at the hip for almost as long as you could remember. While you really couldnât stand the two of them, you had to say the perseverance of their friendship was kind of remarkable. You couldnât take their bond away from them, no one could.
One day the house was only filled with your parents and your older sibling, the next thereâs an extra person.
Ellie.
Things were fine in the beginning, the three of you would actually play all together for the most part. Sure, they would tease you and leave you out of certain things, but thatâs what older siblings did. You were no stranger to the little sister treatment.
Things changed when they got to high school though.
The two of them started a year before you obviously, leaving you behind in middle school. Youâd been through it with the transition from elementary to middle school, so you werenât too worried. In fact, having the two of them enrolled before you was comforting in a way. It at least gave you a sense of belonging since you knew at least two people there.
But oh were you wrong.
Because in true teenage boy fashion, who the hell would want their little sister trailing behind them? No your brother and Ellie were far too cool for that, the two of them already the talk of the entire school, everyone wanting to be their friend. It was always like that, the dynamic duo absolutely stealing the hearts of everyone around them. They simply couldnât have you asking for help on where your classes were, or even worse, having you eat lunch with them.
You werenât even given the cold shoulder, they were just outright mean. Your brother wasnât so bad, brushing you off and telling you to go somewhere else.
But Ellie? Oh she was vile.
Sheâd say the meanest things to get you to leave, laughing under her breath whenever youâd pass by, sheâd even go out of her way to make her entire friend group ignore you for a week, pretending you didnât exist at all.
Yeah, high school is when things got really bad.
You have up on keeping the familiar sibling bond you had with your brother rather quickly during your time in high school with him, ignoring the both of them when they were around, only really interacting with him whenever Ellie wasnât with him, which was extremely rare.
Soon, you were going off to university, and you were able to live a life that wasnât in your cool older brotherâs shadow. You were able to be you, and thrive in a way that you really werenât able to before.
You loved college for that.
But now you were back home where it all started, without the protection of mommy and daddy on top of that too.
You groaned softly as you finally brought the last of your things up to your room, sighing softly as you looked around at the familiar space, thinking about just how much time youâd be spending there for the next month and however many weeks.
You were almost done filling your empty drawers with your clothes when you heard the familiar roar of your brotherâs black Jeep pull up the driveway outside, a familiar brunette sat in the passenger seat.
The plan was to steer clear of them entirely while you were all there. You were only there for your moms peace of mind, and you truthfully did not care what Ellie and your brother got up to for the summer, as long as it meant your parents house stayed in tact.
However once youâre finished packing and you decide to make your way downstairs to get a feel for things before they both arrive (or so you thought), you were only met with the sound of your brother and Ellie complaining very loudly as they walk in through the front door.
âI told you I donât know! My dad said it was cool if we crashed here, they didnât mention anything about her being here too.â Derek groans loudly, lugging his suitcase in behind him, unknowing of your presence stood in the very kitchen that he was walking in to.
You turn your head to catch the two of them walking in, your brother sighing in defeat as Ellie groans loudly behind him, throwing her head back in annoyance. âDo you know how much of a fuckinâ cock block sheâs gonna be? I swear to god if she tries to so much as complain about the shit weâre having Iâm gonna-â you watch as your brother jabs his elbow into Ellieâs side, trying to get her to shut up once he spots you in the kitchen.
You roll your eyes as you close the fridge door shut. âItâs nice to see you too Ellieâ you sigh out softly as you turn around, resting your forearms against the island counter top, leaning your hips against the edge as you watch the both of them eye you expectantly, your best guess being they wanted an explanation.
âWhat are you doing here?â Your brother mumbles out awkwardly, arms crossing over his chest as he gives neglects to even greet you properly.
You sigh softly before you shrug. âMom called me and asked me to make sure you guys didnât do anything stupid. Trust me, Iâm just as upset as you are that Iâm hereâ you mumble out, eyes casting downwards as your fingers trace along the pattern of the smooth counter top.
Ellie scoffs softly, mimicking your brotherâs stance as her tattooed arms go to cross over her chest as well. âIs this some kind of sick joke? What are you even supposed to do anyways? Keep us in line or something?â Ellie barks out, obviously annoyed and wounded over the fact that your parents didnât trust her.
You have to hold back a laugh, biting down on your bottom lip as you give her a shrug. âThatâs something you gotta take up with the owner of the house, which unfortunately for you is not my brotherâ you hum out, your tone a tad playful as you give your brother a knowing look before rounding the table.
âYour summer is gonna be fine. In all honesty I couldnât give a single fuck what you two do, just do it without breaking anything.â you explain, your tone softer as you eye Ellie for a moment.
You had to bite back a smirk when you caught a glimpse of their faces. Your brother was shocked with the way you were acting, his eyebrows raised and jaw slightly agape as you made your way upstairs.
Ellie on the other hand? She looked like she wanted to kill someone. Here you were, her best friends little sister, practically granting her entire summer a death sentence by your presence, at least thatâs what it felt like. Her eyebrows were furrowed, nostrils flared, and you swore you could even catch her freckled cheeks growing pink with the anger that bubbled up inside of her.
And to be quite honest? It felt good.
Ellie was being ruthless
While you couldnât say you didnât expect it, you didnât think it would be this bad. You of course knew that theyâd be upset about you being there, but your brotherâs reaction to the entire thing was much closer to what you prepared for than what Ellie was exhibiting. He was confused to say the least, but that didnât mean he was rude to you. It was the same as any other time you and your brother were with each other, you werenât close by any means, but you were his little sister.
Ellie on the other hand? She was like a bat out of hell.
You thought when they first got there, that would be the only time youâd get a taste of Ellieâs annoyance with your presence. You were adults after all, and there was no way sheâd make your entire stay there a living hell, even when you werenât the one that had the bright idea of staying there anyways.
Oh were you wrong.
That same night, you decided to make somewhat of a peace offering. You were honest in your words to them earlier, you didnât have any interest in raining on their parade. Ruining their summer did little to nothing for you, even if they went out of their way to taunt and tease you when you were a kid, you didnât dwell on any of that.
You prided yourself as somewhat of a good cook. You took over meals once you were old enough to stand at the stove without your parents doting over you, begging you to not burn yourself. Once you passed that hurdle, you all came to the realization that you were pretty good in the kitchen. You could even recall certain times where Ellie and your brother would ask you to make something for them, further proving your skills.
So while they were both in the front yard playing basketball, you knew theyâd work up an appetite once they came inside. You took it upon yourself to start working on something with what your parents had in the fridge.
You were far too lost in thought once you got into it, humming softly to yourself as you stirred up what you were working on in a pan. You barely heard your brother and Ellie walk in together, chucking to each other at something Ellie was saying. The two were engulfed in the aroma of your yummy cooking the second they walked in, watching as you worked your way around the kitchen to cook something up for the two of them.
âYou cooked?â Your brother asks curiously, moving to rest his forearms on the island as he watched you.
You hummed softly as you nodded, keeping your eyes on the various pots on the stove. âThere wasnât much in the fridge, so Iâll have to go food shopping tomorrow maybeâŚbut I figured youâd both be hungryâ you finally turn around, giving them both a half smile.
Your brother nodded, seemingly opening his mouth to thank you for the kind gesture, his stomach already grumbling for a taste of whatever it was that you were cooking, all of it smelling ten times better than anything heâd been eating for the past two years at college.
But Ellie was quick to cut him off, eyebrows furrowed as she gave you a death stare so intense, it was a miracle you hadnât keeled over from it alone.
âWeâre going out to eatâ she deadpanned, her tone firm and harsh.
It makes you turn around fully after lowering all the spots on the stove, grabbing the kitchen towel you kept nearby and drying your hands off, your hips resting against the kitchen counter as you watched them.
Your brother frowned as he looked up at Ellie in confusion, the man clearly not have gotten the memo.
âWeâŚare?âŚ.but you were just saying how tired-â He mumbled out softly before Ellie landed a hard jab to his side with her elbow, making your brother quickly shut his mouth, getting her message loud and clear.
Ellie didnât want anything from you.
You inhaled deeply, fighting back the urge to stoop down to her level, no matter how much it stung that she was doing this out of spite, simply over something that was asked of you.
âThatâsâŚthatâs fine. I hope you guys have funâ you gave them a nod and a soft smile before you turned around to continue working on the food that youâd be eating alone.
Ellieâs angry expression softened into a frown when you didnât fight back, fully expecting you blow up and make her seem like the victim whoâs getting her summer ruined by some fucking she-demon or something. But you didnât, you simply bid them a good time and turned around to busy yourself with whatever you were doing.
Your brother frowned as he watched you turn around, already feeling bad for not only leaving you alone for the night, but making you eat alone felt even worse.
But Ellie was already scoffing, mumbling softly to your brother to come upstairs with her so they could get changed and leave so they could get something to eat, her eyes lingering on you angrily as she stomped upstairs like a child.
You spent that night alone, eating your dinner with a glass of wine, showering and watching a movie downstairs, silently hoping the pair would have a change of heart and walk through to spend the night with you, acting as a way to kick off the summer on a better note than it was already starting off on.
But they never did. You ended up doing all of that and more and they still didnât get home. You decided to simply send your brother a quick text letting them know youâd leave the porch light on and to get home safe before you went to bed.
That wasnât the end of Ellieâs little scheme of being terrible to you. No, that was honestly only the beginning.
The second time of her being mean was about a week later. You managed to stay clear of the both of them for a few days, busying yourself with getting the house situated for yours, Ellie and your brothers stay. You got a good amount of things done, groceries, laundry, getting your car through the car wash. You even picked up a dozen bagels from yours and your brotherâs favorite bakery in the city nearby, knowing how much him and Ellie would appreciate them for breakfast, even if you knew sheâd bitch once she knew you bought them.
But once all of those chores were done, you found that youâd started to run out of things to keep you occupied. There was no more laundry to do, no more groceries to buy, nothing more for you to tend to that would keep you away from the house.
You were bored out of your mind.
You sighed softly as you laid in your bed, staring up at your ceiling as you toyed with the hem of your denim shorts. You were contemplating what to do, how to entertain yourself in the confides of your bedroom. It was hard because Ellie and Derek spent almost all of their time in the living room, leaving you to either do things outside of the house, or stay in your room.
It made you sad, because you wouldnât have this problem had you stayed at Uni. You wouldâve been outside with your friends, at parties, restaurants, bars. Anything that there was to offer in the city, youâd be there.
Another huff passed through your lips, your arms moving down to rest against your pillow. You were beginning to get desperate, your mind void of any ideas to keep yourself occupied.
You sat up, looking towards your door for a moment before you looked back down at your hands in your lap, your mind falling deep in thought before you finally let out a sigh. You felt ridiculous, forcing yourself to be a prisoner in your own home for your own comfort. Ellie didnât even fucking live here, this was your parents house and you deserved to walk around as you pleased!
So you finally tossed your legs over the edge of your bed, and opened your door to go downstairs.
The second your room door was open, you could hear Derek and Ellie downstairs, the two of them laughing and shouting at each other. As you walked down the stairs, you could hear the sounds of their video game playing through the speakers, paired with the sound of their fingers harshly clicking down on the buttons of their game controllers.
Video games sounded fun.
You hummed softly as you watched them from the bottom of the stairs for a moment before you walked into the living room, simply watching the two hunched over, completely locked in on their current match.
âDonât fuckinâ push by yourself youâre gonna die. Lemme just heal really quickâ you hear Ellie groan out to your brother.
âIâm good! Iâm good I got thisâ your brothers words follow, a blanket of silence falls between the two of them, only to hear your brother and Ellie groan loudly in unison, followed by Ellie sucking her teeth in annoyance.
âI told you not to fucking-â her words are cut short when she notices you in the corner of her eye, the girl deflating as she slouches back into the couch, her eyes back on the screen.
âGreatâŚâ she mumbles out, which you try your best to ignore before taking a spot on the opposite end of the couch, tucking your legs underneath yourself as you nod towards the tv.
âHow many have you guys won so far?â You hum out softly.
Your brotherâs eyes donât leave the tv screen as he responds, fingers already clicking away at his controller the second Ellie managed to resurrect him in the game. âA good amountâŚespecially when Ellieâs here to save my assâ he grins out, which earns an annoyed sigh from Ellie.
You hum softly as you nod, watching as their characters run around on the split screen, the two of them looting and taking out other players as the number of people in the game grows lower and lower, waiting until the game was almost over.
âCould you guys use a third?â You ask softly after clearing your throat, eyes still glued to the screen as you watch them play.
Derek licks his lips as he continues playing, his eyes quickly shifting over to Ellie for a moment to gauge her reaction to your question before he responds.
You and him would play video games all the time together, and there were even times where all three of you would play together. Sure, theyâd do petty shit like leave your character in the storm to die when you needed help or made sure your controller was close to dying, but theyâd at least let you play from time to time.
However, Ellie was quick to speak up and give you a response.
âNo. Youâre shit at this gameâ Ellie quickly responds, pink tongue sticking out of her mouth as she concentrates on the game.
While you can tell sheâs not joking, her words make your brother chuckle softly as he gives her a gentle nudge. âIâm sure one game is fine? Watching her play will be kind of funny to be honestâ he tried, yet Ellie wouldnât budge.
She shook her head firmly. âNah. Sheâs gonna fuck up our winning streak. Werenât you upstairs anyway? Why did you even come down hereâŚ.go back upâ her eyes finally break away from the screen once the game was finished, looking over at you and nodding her head up towards the stairs.
And while Ellie would sometimes chase you away when she was over, it was always in good fun. Sure she was a dick to you but this?
This was so different.
It makes you choke up a bit, eyes widening at her words before you look at your brother, silently begging for him to defend you from the girls mean words.
But he doesnât, he clears his throat, avoiding your eyes and grabbing his own phone to scroll through it so he wouldnât have to be put into the awkward situation of getting between his sister and his best friend.
It makes you inhale deeply before you silently get up from the couch, slip past the two of them, and make your way back upstairs like Ellie told you to, your throat burning with hot tears as you tried your best to hide them from the pair on the couch.
Your brother finally looked up when you slipped passed the two of them, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he eyed Ellie. âI know sheâs annoying butâŚthat was kind of fucked up manâ he mumbles out softly, his eyes lingering on Ellie for a moment only to watch her shrug, her eyes never leaving the screen.
âShut up. She wouldnât leave unless I was meanâŚâ she mumbled out nonchalantly, which makes your brother sigh softly, turning his head back to the screen and starting another game.
You realized that this wasnât a game. This was Ellie being awful to you for the sole fact that you were staying there and being a âcock blockâ, and in her book? That was more than enough of a reason to take her anger out on you.
It made you take one look at your bedroom when you finally got upstairs, tears in your eyes, when you realized that you had to get quite comfortable there, seeing as youâd be spending far more time locked up than you thought you would have.
You managed to avoid Ellie and your brother for the remainder of the week, for real this time. You had no interest in being around them or spending any time with them, not since Ellie made it very clear that she wanted nothing to do with you, and you were the bane of her very existence.
You decided that they could spend their summer like they wanted to, without you there.
Any time you needed something from downstairs, youâd either go and get it extremely early in the morning or late enough at night so that they wouldnât be there, which was hard sometimes since theyâd spend almost the entire night downstairs, drinking beers and eating snacks until they were too tired to go in anymore.
Tonight was different though.
Because tonight was the first Saturday of the summer, which meant anyone and everyone was looking towards your brother and Ellie for a party to kick things off. You knew theyâd do it of course, but you knew it was actually happening once you could hear the faint noise of the two of them setting up downstairs, paired with the roaring sound of your brothers Jeep pulling in and out of the driveway, making multiple runs to the store for last minutes things for the party.
And your plan for the night? You were going to shower early to avoid any awkward drunk run-ins, take a melatonin, lock your room door, and fall asleep with your noise canceling headphones underneath a mountain of blankets. While it would be nice to let loose and party for a night, you wouldnât dare even ask them if you could attend, already knowing Ellie would have quite the mean words in store if you tried that.
On the bright side, this all meant you were responsible for the clean up in the morning.
You let out a soft sigh as you tugged on a pair of sleep shorts and an oversized t shirt, moving to grab your bottle of melatonin gummies before you moved to sit on the bed, wanting to wind down a bit before bed.
Right as you were about to take your vitamin and lock your door though, you heard a gentle knock, making you frown as you looked over at it. Surly the party hadnât started yet? Did you seriously have to put a note on your door to alert drunk idiots that your room was off limits for hook ups?
You frowned before calling out. âGo away! There are other rooms!â You called out loud enough, hoping that whoever was on the other side would get the memo.
Instead, you hear the knob turn, the door creaking open as your brother peaks his head in, making you sigh in relief.
âOhâŚI thought you were some idiot party-goerâ you explain as you scrunch your nose at the mere thought of it before you unscrew the top to your bottle. âWhat are you doing here? You have a party to hostâ you explain before you look up at him, only to find his eyes wandering your bedroom before he shrugs.
âWanted to check on youâŚmake sure youâre okayâ he explains before he finally looks down at you, nodding towards the bottle of melatonin in your hand. âGoing to bed already?â He asks, which you nod to.
âYupâŚtrying to get a heard start before the noise sets inâ you hum out softly before you bring one of the gummies to your lips.
Your brother quickly speaks up before you can take it. âYou should come downâŚfor a little bit. Itâll be funâ he quickly gets out before you eat it. He knew the moment you took it, youâd be lulled away to sleep, and there was no chance in him reconciling with you tonight.
Because in all honesty, he felt horrible for the way Ellie had been treating you. Not only did he fear youâd tell your parents (he knew you wouldnât), but he also felt like he was being a shit big brother for not standing up for you, even if he knew that you knew it was a tricky situation since Ellie was his best friend.
Your shoulders slump at his words, giving your brother an unamused look.
âYour friend wouldnât even let me play video games with you. Do you seriously think sheâd allow me to come down tonight l?â You groan out softly before you shake your head, bringing the gummy to your lips once again. âIâm gonna go to bed. I donât have time for either of youâ you sigh softly.
Your eyes widen when your brother steps forward and slaps the gummy from your hand. âWhat the hell Derek??â You shriek out, which only makes him groan in annoyance.
âItâll be fun! And Ellie will be too drunk or high or both to even notice youâre thereâŚâ he whines out like a child, which makes you roll your eyes.
A blanket of silence falls between the both of you as you think about it, weighing out the pros and the cons of going downstairs and joining everyone, risking the chance of Ellie blowing up on you the second she sees you there, assuming youâre attending for the sole purpose of shutting down her fun.
Derek sighs softly as he moves to sit down next to you on your bed. âIâve been a shitty older brotherâŚand you deserve to have fun this summer tooâ he hums out softly before he leans over, nudging your shoulder gently with his.
âCome onâŚitâll be funâ he urges once more, and it reminds you of when you were both kids, your brother slowly turning into the person that you recognized rather than the person he was whenever he was around Ellie or his other friends.
You finally sigh out softly before looking over at him, giving him a slight nod. âIâll change and come down once I hear the music start playingâŚIâm sure that gives her enough time to get her drunk goggles onâ you hum out playfully as you refer to Ellie.
Your brother smiles brightly, his mimicking your own before he nods. âYouâre gonna have funâ he affirms once more before he gets up to leave your bedroom, closing the door behind him so he could get downstairs and finish setting up.
A soft sigh leaves your lips as you look down at your clothes, frowning at the faded band t shirt paired with the frayed ends of your old sleep shorts.
You needed to change.
It wasnât long until you could hear the faint sound of the loud music booming through the house, paired with the various cars that slowly started piling up in your driveway and along the side of the ride in front of your house, the party guests making their way to your place like clockwork.
You had changed into a pair of baggy blue jeans that hung low on your waist, and a simple white tank top hugged your curves in a way that looked like you put in way more effort that you actually did, wanting to keep things comfortable enough that you could slip out of it the second you wanted to dessert the place for the safe haven that was your bedroom.
The party was in fully swing by the time you made your way downstairs, a person filling up everyone single space as music blasted loudly throughout the entire place. You inhaled deeply, slipping past the growing sea of people to get to the kitchen, and get a drink.
Your eyes scanned the space as you stayed leaned up against the counter, red solo cup pressed against your lips as you babysat the mixture of liquid and soda, people watching as everyone around you became acquainted with one another, your drink making you grow warmer and warmer with each passing second.
Like a stroke of luck, you catch an empty spot on the once full couch. It makes you sigh in relief, once again slipping past the bodies in your house to catch it before someone else does, which you thankfully do. You plop down onto it, bringing your cup to your lips as you rest your head against the back of the couch.
You didnât even realize how drunk you were until Jesse, one of your brotherâs old friends plops down next to you with a loud sigh. The second he was next to you, the strong smell of weed was filling up your lungs, you swore you felt the tiniest bit high from the smell alone.
âIf I so much as smell a blunt, your tv is gonna grow legs and start walking awayâ he groaned out, making you stifle a laugh.
The sound catches his attention, the man turning his head to look at you, his hazy expression slowly tugging into a smile.
âNooo way. I remember you! Youâre Derekâs little sisterâ he gasps out, which makes you hold back a laugh before you nod.
âI am in fact his sisterâ you confirm.
To be frankly honest, youâd known Jesse since high school. He was pretty close with Ellie and Derek, he was actually the only one out of the group of gremlins that was actually kind to you whenever they were all around. However he was currently so far gone, he could barely remember that you two already knew each other.
âMaaan I havenât seen you in so long! He didnât tell me youâd be hereâ he chuckles softly, bringing his hands to his face as he groans softly.
âIâmâŚIâm sorry Iâm so high right now. I can barely thinkâ he apologizes, the man visibly melting into the couch as he lets his hands fall down beside him, staring off into space.
You giggle softly as you shake your head, bringing your cup to your lips as you take another sip of your drink. âYouâre fine JesseâŚthe companies niceâ you nod before you rest your head back against the back of the couch, allowing Jesse to carry on with his belligerent complaints.
You were so consumed with Jesseâs rather entertaining word vomit, that you barely noticed a certain someone eyeing you from the other side of the couch.
Ellie had been there the entire time, too high and too drunk (like your brother said sheâd be) to even notice you had taken a spot at the end of the couch. It also didnât help that she had her current summer fling splayed across her lap, her lips pressed to the girls mouth as they practically swallowed each otherâs faces whole.
And she wouldnât have noticed you either, had it not been for the familiar sound of your giggle ringing through her ear, barely audible over the sound of the loud music booming through the house.
At first she thought she was hearing things, ignoring the noise and carrying on with working her tongue against the girlâs against her. However the second time she heard it, it was paired with a low groan that she could only recognize as Jesseâs, and once she heard that? She had no choice but to break her lips away from the girls, instead allowing her to work her lips against her neck.
The image of your head resting against the back of the couch, looking up at Jesse as his face seemingly lays inches away from yours, your eyes twinkling in the dim light of the room, the edge of your solo cup resting against your pouty bottom lip as you listen intently at whatever Jesse is sayingâŚ
Makes Ellie want to punch a fucking hole in the wall.
Because what the fuck is Jesse doing talking to Derekâs little sister? Why the fuck does he think itâs okay to make you laugh that way when everyone knows youâre off limits? The unspoken rule being something everyone had to followâŚ
No matter how pretty you got as you grew up.
Ellie suddenly canât pay any attention to the pretty girl on her lap, her grip on the girls hips tightening with anger as she watches you smile lazily at Jesse, the drink in your cup clearly making you far too soft and pliable to be talking to someone like Jesse.
Thereâs suddenly a fire burning in her, one that begs for you to look up and see what sheâs doing, see that she has a girl on her lap that isnât you. She wants you to see her kissing the girl, gripping her hips and positioning her however she pleases.
Ellie feels the need to make you jealous
But you never do. Ellie watches the both of you for what feels like an eternity, and you donât once look up and lock eyes for her, not even for a second. Sheâs sure youâre obvious to the fact that sheâs even there, far too consumed with whatever the fuck it was that Jesse was telling you, which couldnât be anything good of course, it was Jesse of all people.
The girl on her lap is getting antsy, tugging at the bottom of Ellieâs shirt, slipping her hand underneath it to run along the skin of her hips, lips itching up her skin to get back to Ellieâs mouth, anything to have the attention that has suddenly been locked into something else.
Ellie doesnât budge of course, her stone cold gaze stuck on you across the chair, a few feet away from her as Jesse chats you up,
She doesnât even know why sheâs staring. She canât pin point why seeing you do something as simple as talk to someone else makes her blood boil to the point where she feels fucking light headed. All she knows is that she canât take her eyes off of you, not when your attention is so dead set on someone else.
The girl on Ellie��s neck whines softly, her hand coming up to grip Ellieâs chin, pulling her down to finally lock lips with her. It makes Ellie groan, and to the girl it probably sounded like a groan of approval, a sign that Ellie liked that she was taking what she wanted from her. In reality, it was Ellie being fucking annoyed.
Ellie kisses her hard, trying her best to shut her up and keep her satisfied so she can break away and keep an eye on you.
You sigh softly, lifting your head a bit to turn and look down into your cup, noticing it had become empty in the span of talking to Jesse. While doing that, you realized how drunk you had gotten from the drink you made, a lazy giggle leaving your lips as you shook your head towards Jesse.
âIâmâŚway too drunkâŚI need to go to bedâ you sigh out, resting your hand Jesseâs thigh as you give him a gentle pat. âTry to sober up before you go home if you do end up leavingâŚ.was nice seeing you Jesseâ you smile at him, only receiving a soft groan of agony before he lazily waved you off, making you giggle softly before you got up off the couch, stumbling a bit before making your way around it to go upstairs.
As you round the corner, oblivious to Ellieâs presence, you donât at all notice the way her eyes trail your path even as her lips work angrily against the girl in her lap.
Or the way she breaks the kiss once youâre out of view, pushing the girl off her lap as her legs begin carrying her up to follow you. âIâll be right backâŚâ she mumbles out to the girl, completely ignoring the way she scoffs once she realizes Ellie was following another girl.
She slips past the crowd of people as she trails close behind you, watching as you fail to even realize the way certain eyes follow your path, eyes that donât belong to her, eyes that have filthy thoughts behind them, only fueling her anger further.
Itâs like a shark stalking their prey. Youâre a dumb, innocent little fish with not a care in the world, happily swimming around other little seat creatures as an apex predator slowly sticks onto your tail, following you to your demise. Youâre bouncing around, giggling softly as you stumble over your own feet, so stupid from the liquor you had, youâd barely even noticed Ellie was following you.
Soon, youâre up the stairs and in front of your bedroom door. You reached up, standing on your toes to get to the little key you left on the top of your door after you locked it before going downstairs, ensuring no one would so much as think to use your bed as a hook up station.
You opened it up, sighing softly as you closed it behind you, moving over to your drawer to grab the pajamas you had folded earlier, wanting nothing more to change into them and get some much needed sleep now that the alcohol had settled in and warmed up your entire system.
Ellie hears you humming softly to yourself as she opens up your door. She isnât even entirely sure what her motive is with this, why she felt the need to follow you all the way up to your room, and to on top of that walk in. It wasnât like you were in any sort of danger, you werenât out on the street late at night all alone, or even at a party at a strangers house. You were a smart girl, even going as far as to lock your door before and after leaving to go downstairs.
Not smart enough to lock it before Ellie could come in though.
You frown softly when you hear your door open, fully prepared to start screaming for your brother the second some creep tried to come in to your room.
You donât have to though, because the second you realize that itâs Ellie standing at your door and not some fucking weirdo, you let out a small sigh of relief.
Which quickly turns into panic once you realize that itâs Ellie standing in your doorway.
âEllie? What are you doing here?â You question the girl, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you let out a soft sigh.
You can hear it already, the way Ellie is gearing up to degrade and berate you for even thinking it was okay to come out of your room and down to the party. You mentally prepare yourself for the nasty things sheâll say, for the way sheâll go above and beyond to ensure you never even think to come down and attend another one of hers and your brothers parties ever again.
But she doesnât speak, not immediately at least.
You watch as she crosses her arms over her chest, tattooed forearms making her look all the more intimidating. Her eyes roam your bedroom as she slowly steps in to take in more of the space after she closes your door behind her.
âItâs nice in hereâŚyou shouldâve stayed putâŚwould have worked out better for youâ she hums out, her tone a bit too casual for the bite that her words manage to get out of you.
It makes you sigh softly, bringing your hand up to rub against your forehead before you speak up. âIt was Derekâs idea, okay? And I was barely even down there. I didnât even talk to anyoneâ you explain to the girl.
She raises her eyebrows, green eyes settling on you as she watches you in surprise.
âDidnât talk to anyone hm? Then what the fuck were you doing with Jesse? Huh?â She barks out, the level of her voice making you flinch.
If you were confused before, this has you in shambles. Your frown deepens as your eyebrows furrow, watching the girl before you quickly speak up to defend yourself.
âWith Jesse? Ellie IâŚwe talked for maybe thirty minutes? And all he was telling me was how much he was greening out IâŚare you serious right now??â You shriek out, watching as the girl slowly made her way towards you.
She ignores your explanation. âDo you know how fucking desperate you look? Clinging on to mine and Derekâs friends?â She spits out, her tone growing angrier and more vile with each word she utters.
And sheâs getting closer to you the more she speaks too.
âItâs fuckinâ pathetic. Youâre fucking pathetic. Donât you get tired of this? Isnât this boring to you?â She questions, tone dripping with annoyance and anger as she keeps going, keeps pushing you.
You donât think youâve ever seen her like this. Sheâs fuming with something you donât recognize and it makes your eyes widen, lips parting slightly as you try to find the words to say before they quickly close once she continues on with her nasty words.
Thatâs wide eyed look on your face lights a fire under Ellie that tells her to keep going.
Sheâs right in front of you now, her nose inches away from yours as she lets out an unamused chuckle, a soft smirk on her face.
âYouâre such a fucking slutâŚyou know that? Begging for attention from your brotherâs friendsâŚ.â She hums out softly, her pink tongue slipping out of her mouth to wet her lips slowly. You can barely stop yourself from your eyes shifting down to watch the way she does it, only earning a soft chuckle from the girl.
âDid you go to him because you saw I was busy baby? Is that it?â Her tone is still taunting you, but itâs softer, her voice barely above a whisper.
Suddenly you feel her strong hands snake their way around your waist, pulling you slowly but harshly against her body, making you gasp softly at the sudden and foreign feeling of her body pressed against yours, all of it consuming you too much to even register what it was she was accusing you of.
Her eyes are taking in your features. Your eyes, your nose, your lips, as if she were silently begging you for something you couldnât completely give her, something more.
âIf you wanted me, all you had to do was askâ she sighs out softly.
And itâs like you arenât even there anymore, because once she says that, her lips are pressed against yours in a hot, needy kiss.
Your eyes widened at the feeling of her lips on yours. For a minute you even questioned if you were dreaming, because surly there was no world where this would be happening, one in which Ellie would be kissing you.
You gasped out softly, trying to break away from the girl to ask what exactly it was that she was doing, but she only takes this as an advantage to slip her tongue into your mouth.
The feeling of her wet tongue against yours has you melting, your eyes fluttering shut as suddenly any and all questions and concerns you previously had disappear from your head, the only thought present being how good it felt to have Ellie kissing you.
You finally get a moment to speak when you feel Ellie break the kiss so that her lips could trail down your throat, licking and sucking your skin as her hands grip your hips tightly, fingers rubbing against the exposed skin between the hem of your shirt and the top of your jeans.
âEllieâŚwhat are youâŚâ you manage to get out between moans, enjoying the feeling of the means girls lips against your throat far too much.
âShut upâŚjust shut the fuck upâŚâ her words are muffled against your skin.
You can feel her walking you back towards your bed, allowing her to push you back onto it and crawl over your body once youâre both there. Thatâs when her lips attach themselves back onto yours, her hand coming down to skillfully unbutton your jeans, which gives her a chance to cup your pussy, feeling your arousal soaked panties.
She smirks against your lips, the pads of her fingers pressing against your clothed clit as she gives you a hum of approval.
âWet already? Over one little kiss? God thatâs patheticâŚâ she chuckles out softly as she degrades you for it, which somehow only sends more warmth shooting down your core.
âItâs alright babyâŚIâll take care of you..â she hums softly against your lips before she starts kissing down your body.
Her lips swirl your nipples over the fabric of your tank top, the material growing wet with her saliva. Itâs strange because the feeling is almost more erotic than if she were to do it with your top off. Maybe itâs how eager she is for it? For whatever it was she was planning on doing to you?
You had no idea. But you knew it felt good.
She does this until sheâs settled between your legs, your denim jeans already long gone, her eyes zeroed in on the growing damp spot on your panties. Youâre propped up on your elbows, watching closely as the girl who you were convinced hated you, stares down at your pussy like itâs her last fucking meal.
âYouâre soaked babyâŚfuckâŚâ she sighs out, her tattooed hand coming up to slowly run her index and middle fingers along your slit, the feeling alone making you gasp out before moaning for her.
That makes Ellie smirk, her stormy green eyes flickering up to catch your expressions as her fingers circle your clit slowly. âYeah? You like that donât you pretty girlâŚyou want more?â She questions, her voice so soft and sweet, yet dripping with the urge to tease and humiliate you.
It was so confusing, because you didnât know what it was that you wanted. Youâd grown to view Ellie as someone who disliked you, deeply in fact. You always saw her as a figure of hate and annoyance towards you rather than someone who could ever in their wildest dreams be in this current situation with you.
But it felt so good, it felt so fucking right to have her settled between your legs, her fingers circling your clit slowly, making your head spin, making you feel so dizzy you felt like youâd cry if your aching pussy didnât have some form of attention from her.
âAnswer meâŚâ she practically growls out when you take too long to respond, her dark eyes growing even darker as she awaits your confirmation.
Her tone along breaks you out of your thoughts, and before you can even think all of this through, consider the consequences that will follow a drunk hook up with Ellie?âŚ
Youâre nodding like a fucking bobble head.
âWant it so bad EllieâŚpleaseâŚ.please touch meâ you practically beg, hips bucking for the attention you craved.
You didnât even for a second stop to think what her motives were. Ellie was mean, and she could be really fucking mean when she wanted to. Whoâs to say this wasnât all a sick joke? One that sheâd laugh at hysterically just to get you to say you wanted her, weaponizing the way you begged for her in any instance she could use to keep you in line.
âGood girlâŚrelax babyâŚIâll make you feel real good..â she hums out, her gentle words tugging you away from your intrusive thoughts.
Her fingers tug your panties to the side, an audible groan rumbling from her chest as she finally gets a glimpse as your soaked core.
âFuckinâ look at thatâŚpussyâs practically drooling for me babyâŚJesusâ she sighs out softly.
For a moment, you think sheâs going to leave. Because in the dim light of your bedroom, you watch as she pushes her fingers into her mouth. You watch her with a confused frown as you hear a small click, paired with a gentle buzzing sound.
But once Ellie finally latches her mouth to your pussy, you can feel the foreign feeling of a tiny ball in the middle of her tongue vibrating against your clit.
You donât even have time to fully register what the actual fuck is going on, a loud gasp leaving your mouth as your eyes go wide for a moment before they flutter shut.
Ellie had a vibrating fucking tongue ring
The feeling has you moaning loudly, your head falling back as your back arches, feeding more of your throbbing cunt into Ellieâs mouth, which only makes her moan loudly against your sensitive core.
âFuck! Ellie oh my god! FeelsâŚh-huhâŚ.feels sâgoodâ you gasp out, words broken up with huffs and moans as you struggle to speak.
You want to kick yourself for not noticing it moment ago when she had her tongue playing against yours, the feeling of the smooth ball lapping against the inside of your mouth, only to begging vibrating once she settled her mouth on your pussy.
Sheâs just as fucked out as you are when you finally look down at her, her eyes fluttered shut in what could only be viewed as pure bliss as she licks and sucks your pussy like a woman starved. The image alone makes you reach out and tug a fistful of her hair into your hand, keeping her close as your hips began grinding against her face.
âYeah..rightâŚf-fuckâŚright there Ellie!â You moan out as her hands come up to hold onto your hips, guiding you, urging you to move harder and faster against her mouth.
Begging you to use her.
Your eyes flutter shut as the familiar feeling begins to settle into your lower half, your legs growing numb, hips getting sore as you chase the high that was growing deliciously close every second Ellie worked her skilled tongue on your pussy.
You arenât sure youâve ever felt anything like it. Between Ellieâs fantastic performance with her tongue, and the vibrating tongue ring, your head begins spinning as your orgasm grows closer in an embarrassingly quick amount of time.
âEllie IâŚI canâtâŚyouâre gonnaâŚmake meâŚâ you warn her, your eyebrows furrowed as you stare down at the girl, only to see her giving you an encouraging nod as she suckles your pussy, making sure the little ball on her tongue is working your clit in the most perfect way so that the vibrations can drive you where you need to go.
That alone has you crying out, back arching almost painfully as you cum hard on the girls tongue.
Sensitivity chases soon after, a soft whine leaving your lips as the girl laps up your arousal, tongue ring still buzzing against your tired cunt, making you shy away from the warmth of her mouth.
She chuckles at that, giving your clit one final kiss before she pulls away and reaches into her mouth to click the tiny machine off.
âDid so good for me babyâŚtook everything that I gave youâ she praises you as she crawls up your body, humming softly as her hand comes up to gently hold your face before she kisses you, letting you taste your arousal that lingers on her tongue.
You moan softly into your mouth, head still swirling with a million questions you had for her, all of which she silences with the slow and sensual lapping of her tongue against yours.
She does this as she pushes you back onto your bed, letting you rest against your pillows before she tugs your blanket over both your bodies, her tongue lazily playing with yours as she practically lulls you to sleep with her kisses.
Or so you thought.
Because soon enough, sheâs breaking the kiss, crawling off of your body as she tugs the blankets off of hers. You frown as you sit up a bit, watching as she adjusts her hair and her clothes in your mirror, crouching down a bit before she turns to leave your room without another word.
âIâŚyouâre leaving?â You question softly, confusion and exhaustion laced within your words.
Ellie snorts once she turns around, the back of her hand coming up to wipe away anymore of your juices that might have still lingered on her lips.
âYou thought I was gonna stay with you? Seriously?â She chuckles out softly before she slowly makes her way back to you, leaning down as she gives you a teasing pout.
âMaybe next time princessâŚI have someone waiting for me downstairsâ she winks at you before she swiftly leaves your bedroom, leaving you there with a shocked look settled on your face.
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Omg!! Think you can do the opposite version of the hickey ask? Where the guys notice a hickey and get all jealous nâ pissy𤊠i love it & your writingđĽ°
Ha! Anon, you have me giggling and kicking my feet. The hickey ask anon is talking about can be found HERE, but I absolutely love the idea of doing the opposite. Instead of a hickey on one of the guys, it's on reader. hehe. (oh god I need to go touch grass or maybe use my teeth to the mow the lawn right now because I am salivating).
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Task Force 141 x Reader
Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): swearing, possessive behavior, rough kissing, secret relationships, suggestive themes, jealousy
Word Count: 800
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John Price
Johnâs grip on your upper arm is a vice.
âDonât walk away from me,â he says, voice low.
âLet go, John,â you snap. âYouâre going to cause a scene.â
âAm I?â he counters. âEveryoneâs already been talking. Youâre showing that thing off on your neck like youâre proud of it.â
âMaybe I am,â you reply. âWhy do you care?â
With a quick tug, John plasters you against him. His body is all heat and muscle. Everything in you ramps up, becomes wanton. It remembers him.
âWho the fuck touched whatâs mine?â he asks in a hoarse whisper.
You swallow. Shake your head. âIâm not yours, John. You always push me away.â
Johnâs lips come dangerously close to yours. âTell me who touched you.â
âYou did. Donât you remember?â
You feel him freeze, as if his mind and body are frozen as he tries to recall what happened. The two of you had been drinking when you slid into his lap.
John closes the distance, stealing a kiss that is more possession than anything else. The sensation goes straight down to your toes, and pools between your thighs.
âCome back to my office.â
âJohnââ
âI want to recreate last night.â
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
âNo. No. Donât walk away from me.â
Kyleâs hand grips your wrist. He tugs, pulling you back in his direction. Kyle is right there, standing so close, head bent forward with intimacy that sinks down into your soul and shatters everything you are.
You cannot resist this man. Never.
âI donât understand why youâre acting this way, Kyle.â
Kyle grasps the side of your face, his thumb pressing down on your bottom lip. âBecause someone marked you. I want to know who it is.â
Does he not know? Does Kyle not remember?
Kyle licks his lips and you follow the movement, remembering how he tasted last night.
âTell me who it is. I just want to talk to them. Set them straight.â
You laugh and Kyle frowns.
âYouâll be talking to yourself,â you reply.
His mouth opens. Closes. Kyleâs hand drops away from your face to settle on your shoulder, fingers delicately tracing the mark on your neck.
âI did this?â he asks, almost absently.
âYou did,â you affirm, heat rising to your cheeks. âLast night.â
Kyle smirks. His gaze roams upward, meeting your own. âWant me to give you a few more? Doesnât have to be on your neck.â
John "Soap" MacTavish
âOh, love. Whatâs this?â
You lean away but Johnny is quick. He corners you, pressing you into the wall. Heâs smiling, but you can see the underlying irritation. His gaze roams all over your body.
âNeed something?â you bite, knowing that if the two of you linger here too long, someone will come looking or accidently happen upon you.
Itâs not like Johnny is being discreet. He has one knee between your legs, and a hand on your hip. Itâs a possessively intimate embrace, and it reminds you of all the things the two of you did last night.
âAye. I do actually.â Johnny lightly pinches the mark on your neck and you flinch.
âWhat the fuck?â
âWho gave you that?â
You blink. âWhat?â
âThe fucking hickey. Tell me so I can beat their fucking face bloody.â
You roll your eyes and Johnny pinches you again.
âStop that.â
âTell me.â
âYouâll be fighting yourself, Johnny.â
Johnnyâs demeanor completely changes, becoming a sultry thing that swirls pleasure deep in your belly. This time he doesnât pinch. He leans in, running his tongue along the mark. When he pulls back, he grasps you tight, pressing his lips to yours, stealing all breath.
Simon "Ghost" Riley
âYouâre mine,â growls Simon as he picks you up and sets you on top of your desk.
You have no space to argue. Simon is already kissing you. Nipping your lips. Drawing forth a bit of blood to suck into his mouth.
âI know,â you whimper as his hand squeezes your thigh, dragging you to the edge of the desk. His hardness grinds against you, and you moan.
âIf you know, then tell me why someone else has marked whatâs fucking mine.â Simon grasps the back of your neck, drawing you back, and holding firm. Your fingers claw at the front of his shirt.
âWhat are you talking about?â
Simon growls. âYou know exactly what Iâm talking about.â
You blink. Completely confused. âYou gave this to me.â
Simon says nothing. He just stares. âLast night.â You shrug. âI mean we drank a lot but fuck. Thought youâd remember that.â
Simon gently eases his hand from your neck. âI donât. But you know what that means, love?â
You suck on your bottom lip, tasting a bit of blood that Simon coaxed to the surface. âWhat?â
âJust means I need to give you a few more. As reminders. For you. And others.â
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