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rating the Losers and their dancing skills (my personal hc)
1. Mike - pure talent, charmingly and effortlessly moves well with the music, leaves the Losers stunned
2. Eddie - pure talent too, he's very graceful, the rest are surprised by how adorable he looks when he moves his hips to pop songs (cheerleader Eddie YAAAS)
3. Bev - what can't she do?
4. Stan - he may be subtle about it but he's not awkward at all, play a song that he likes and people are shocked with it because wow
5. Ben - adorably awkward and tries his best to keep up with the rhythm, lets Bev guide him in the dance floor
6 and 7. Bill and Richie - cannot dance for shit!!! they'll just tangle their legs with each other's and fall on the floor
#if you have your own rating or hc on their dancing skills#let me knoww#it losers headcanon#it losers#losers club#it chapter one#it chapter two#mike hanlon#eddie kaspbrak#beverly marsh#stanley uris#ben hanscom#bill denbrough#richie tozier#lily thoughts
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đđđđđđđ đđđđđđđđđđ đđđđ â a confident athlete who turns into pathetic putty at the thought of you . . .
nsfw / sixteen + content / smut / gender neutral reader / yandere content / sub!yandere / masturbation / pervert yandere (he literally breaks into the locker room for your shit) / olfactophilia/osmolagnia (scent/smell kink) / dacryphilia (kink for crying) / breath play / yandere oc x reader
masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: haven't wrote smut in awhile, so im a bit rusty . . .
Lucas dangled the keys in his hands, a grin playing on his face as he walked towards the locker roomâusing the key to unlock the doorâit was pretty easy grabbing the keys from the janitor's room, not that this school was particularly secure with their locks. It would be pretty easy breaking in, if he tried hard enough . .Â
Lucas scanned the area, looking through each locker trying to find which one was yours . . he had your lock combination memorized, though he did get a little help from a friend in order to figure it out.
His hands reached for the clothes that you had left in your locker, lifting it up to his face, eyes going half lidded as he inhaled your intoxicating scent, he felt his face growing warm and his body growing weak. Lucas leaned down onto the lockers for support, almost losing balance as he slid down onto the floor.
Lucas pressed the flimsy piece of clothing further onto his face, engulfing himself in your smellâso much so that he could almost taste youâall the while his other hand travelled downwards, clumsily unbuckling his pants in a hurry . . hasty movements contradicted his rational mind, not bothering to care if he'd get caught.
He slid his pants down, just enough to reveal his semi-hard cockâa soft whine escaped him at the feeling of the cold airâhis free hand now teasing his tip, as he relaxed his body, closing his eyes shut . .âimagining how disgusted you'd be seeing him in this pitiful stateâ . . that really turned him on, he cussed under his breath at how pitiful and pathetic his thoughts were . .
Lucas wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, slowly moving his hand up and downâhis vision growing hazyâas he let out breathy sighs of pleasureâwhines growing louder when he moved his hand faster.
Lucas stuffed the clothing he took, and pushed it into his mouthâdrool escaped the corners of his mouthâblocking his ability make a sound, as he moved his hand faster around his cockâlittle tear droplets stinging his eyes, as he felt his legs shake slightly at the sheer pleasureâhe used his now free hand to pinch his nose, closing his only source of air . . .
All he could taste was you, the clothing taking away all the moisture in his mouth, as tears begin to escape his eyes, saliva escaping the corners of his mouth, dripping onto his clothingâhis legs began to convulseâhis back arching slightly, as he finally came, all over the floor . . .
Lucas spat out the fabric, "fuck", the bell rang . . How is he gonna clean up this mess fast enough? . .
@ rxmye , do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work/theme without prior permission and or confirmation.
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Loser!Simon Riley dating you - youâre his first significant other ever. heâs not great about expressing himself, not wanting to come off as too clingy or needy. he wants to be helpful so he ends up following you around - the first time he came over to your place he almost followed you into the bathroom
Loser!Simon Riley that holds anything you give him - he will not let go of it until you comment on it. you hand him a pan in the kitchen? well, you didnât say if you wanted it on the stove, in a cupboard, the sink⊠so heâll just hold it. grip a little too tight, knuckles almost white as he waits for you to give him instructions. when you look back at him and smile his knees go weak, âOh, sorryâ you can put it on the stove, Simon.â
Loser!Simon Riley that gets most of his dating advice from Johnny. Simon taking his advice literally, not interrupting it any other way. Johnny absentmindedly saying that he should help you into the passenger seat - but he walks off before Simon can ask for clarification. Johnny had meant simply opening the door for you, and Simon does that⊠he also lifts you up and sits you down, buckling you up before closing the door
Loser!Simon Rileyâs brain turning to mush when you touch him. he doesnât initiate touch for a couple weeks because he doesnât know what to do - hold your hand? rest an arm around your shoulders? put a hand on the small of your back? the first time he does anything itâs barely noticeable. sitting at a restaurant together, your hand resting on the table as you talk. heâs sweating bullets as he silently puts his hand on the table, his pinky finger resting over yours
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à±šà±ż rodrick who is such a loser, the first time you kissed he moaned into your mouth. his body leaning into yours, his hand sliding around your waistâthe movement is so confident you think heâs getting cocky until you hear it, the light sound of satisfaction. you do nothing but smile into his lips before pulling away, âyouâre cute.â
now, the loser loves making out with you sitting in his chair. your legs on either side of his hips as your shorts ride up your legs. to center himself like before, his warm hands slide from your hips to your sides, slightly making you shiver. your lips are wet with one anotherâs spit, both your heads spinning, noses hitting now and then as you breathe in each other's air.
ârodrick!â
as if nothing has changed, noises slip from his mouth while you taste each other, your hand scratching into the short hair on the back of his head, not making him any better. his hands slide further up until heâs grabbing a handful of your breast but before you can even think about getting the shirt off gregâs voice takes over the room.
ârodrick, mom sa- EW!â the two of you pull away immediately, you look over at greg with a shocked expression while rodrick simply stuffs his face into your chest with a groan. he mumbles something, but it doesnât reach either of your ears. âi think iâm gonna hurl,â greg says, making exaggerated gagging noises as he begins to leave. âoh my god,â rodrick moans into your chest in aggravation. he lifts his head to shoo greg from the room further, âget out.â
you hear the soles of gregâs feet hit each step as he leaves. rodrick leans back into the chair and you finally get to take a good look at him; his hair messy, his lips almost as pink as his cheeks, the pinkness creeping up his neck a little, lips slightly agape. you can only grin, âyouâre really cute.â
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âč â àŁȘ She's thinking about me every night, oh! â àŁȘË
⧠âșËł loser!ellie x stripper!reader headcanons! Öčă a/n: first attempt at headcanons!! soo this may be a little jumbled but I absolutely loved making this!!
â âș ⿠Loser!Ellie who swears itâs the last time sheâs coming to see you because she canât risk embarrassing herself again. But the moment she remembers the rhythm of your body, her mind drifts, and suddenly sheâs back at the club, dollar in hand, cheeks warm as she recalls the tiny, breathless âHello..â she squeaked out the last time. Before she knows it, sheâs there again, telling herself itâs just one more time.
â âș ⿠Loser!Ellie whoâs made herself a regular at the club, nervously occupying the same table every night, hoping for just a glimpse of you. But her dorkiness draws attention; other dancers lean over, offering her dances with winks and playful smiles. She goes stiff, almost panicking, stuttering, âOh, noâI mean, no, thank you,â glancing toward the stage, desperate for you to see that sheâs loyal to one person only. âCome on, sweetheart, itâs just one dance.â Too polite to shut them down, she mumbles, âI, umâŠno, sorry,â rubbing the back of her neck and avoiding eye contact like her life depends on it. âIâm, like⊠kinda into someone already,â her voice is so quiet that the other dancers smirk, teasing her about her crush. She turns bright red, waving them off, mumbling, âItâsâŠnot like that,â even as her eyes drift to the stage.Â
â âș ⿠Loser!Ellie who canât help but stare when youâre on stage, entranced by every movement, forgetting herself so completely that she grips the edge of her seat, eyes wide, mouth slightly open. The second you look her way, though, her cheeks flush crimson, and she fumbles over her drink, trying to play it cool, but you see itâthe way sheâs completely, hopelessly hooked on you.
â âș ⿠Loser!Ellie  whenever she thinks sheâll act smooth next time, she ends up a flustered mess. Her hand trembles midair as she finally gathers the courage to slip a dollar between your thong; the moment their fingers brush, her eyes go wide, and she swears her heart might actually stop.
â âș ⿠Loser!Ellie who tries to mutter something cool under her breath, like âyouâre so sexy,â but it comes out so soft and awkward that you have to lean in to hear her. Your knowing smile makes her cheeks heat up even more.Â
â âș ⿠Loser!Ellie who barely finishes her shift at her part-time job before sheâs rushing to her phone, pulling up her bank app to see if her paycheck hit. The second she sees itâs in, sheâs already thinking about all the ways she can spend it on you. She might be broke for the next two weeks, but the thought of seeing your face light up is enough to keep her going.
â âș ⿠Loser!Ellie hyping herself up by imagining what sheâll surprise you with next. The moment her shiftâs over, sheâs browsing for little things youâd love: those fancy earrings you mentioned once, a necklace she thinks would look perfect on you, or that one bottle of perfume she remembers you ran out of. By the time sheâs done, sheâs practically holding an empty wallet, but she doesnât even care.
â âș ⿠Loser!Ellie who shows up at the club with a nervous grin and a freshly wrapped gift just for you, stuffed in a little paper bag she decorated herself to save money. Sheâs a bit embarrassed handing it to you, mumbling, âItâs nothing fancy,â but her heartâs racing as she watches you unwrap it. Every time you gasp or smile, her face lights up even brighter, totally worth every last cent.
â âș ⿠Loser!Ellie who sits at home counting change, literally living off instant ramen, but with zero regrets because she already spent her last dollars on that pair of heels you were obsessing over. She pictures you wearing them, looking absolutely incredible, and canât wait for your next dance. Even though sheâs practically starving, she figures seeing you in them will more than make up for it.
â âș ⿠Loser!Ellie who canât even afford the gas to drive herself home but still manages to slip a folded bill to you at the club, the look on her face a mixture of pride and shyness as she mutters, âJustâŠyâknow, for you.â Itâs her last dollar, but when you smile and lean in to thank her, sheâs practically glowing, whispering to herself that sheâd do it all over again in a heartbeat.
â âș ⿠Loser!Ellie who hypes herself up to ask you out after your shift, but when she sees you coming her way, her mind goes blank. âYouâre, like⊠really good atâŠâ she blurts out, regretting it the instant it leaves her lips. Blushing hard, she watches you raise a brow, her heart racing as she shuffles awkwardly on the spot. But when you smile at her, sheâs secretly thrilled.
â âș ⿠Loser!Ellie dresses in a rotation of baggy jeans that hang a little low on her hips, with boxers peeking out and a series of painfully awkward T-shirts proclaiming phrases like âRaw Sexâ or âBig Dick Is Back In Townâ in bold, obnoxious letters. She strolls in with her half-tucked T-shirt, completely unaware of how ridiculous she looks, thinking they make her seem cool.
â âș ⿠Loser!Ellie who tries to keep her composure as you eye her stupid shirt, but the blush creeping up her neck gives her away. She fumbles, wishing sheâd worn anything else, but itâs too late. You lean in, whispering, âNice shirt,â and Ellie is left a red-faced mess, speechless, trying to figure out if youâre making fun of her or if you actually think itâs⊠well, nice. âIt was laundry dayâŠâ She fidgets nervously with the hem of her shirt, tugging it down to cover the waistband of her jeans, as if you wonât notice the bold letters across her chest.
â âș ⿠Loser!Ellie  who goes completely stiff when you slide onto her lap, her eyes wide as she tries to figure out where to put her hands without losing her mind. Her palms are already clammy, and she stares up at you, clearly overwhelmed, the tips of her fingers hovering, barely daring to graze you. As you lean closer, brushing your chest against her, she bites her lip to keep from making a sound, her breath catching. When you take her hand and guide it to your waist, sheâs sure you can feel her fingers trembling, cold against your skin. You whisper something teasing in her ear, and sheâs suddenly even more nervous, her pulse racing as she clings to your words.
â âș ⿠Loser!Ellie whoâs a flustered, shaky mess when her fingertips brush the soft skin , cheeks flushed red as she tries to avoid looking too overwhelmed. You can feel her hands flex slightly, as if sheâs afraid to grip you too tightly and ruin the moment. Every little movement from you has her body tensing, her fingers trailing tentatively over you, and the way sheâs practically holding her breath gives her away. When her fingers graze your ass, she flinches, almost pulling back, but your playful smile makes her stay put.
â âș ⿠Loser!Ellie whose cheeks are flushed, and she can barely make eye contact, her voice a hoarse whisper as she mumbles, âIâI donât usually⊠um..â When you rest your hands on her shoulders, guiding her hands more firmly around you, her fingertips sink into your waist, icy and shaky. She tries to lean in like she knows what sheâs doing, only for you to kiss her neck, leaving her a quivering mess. She tilts her head back, giving you full access, her breath hitching audibly, and she prays you donât tease her about it. But you do, whispering against her ear, making her shift in her seat as her face flushes an even deeper shade of pink, almost whining in response.
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riding loser!könig
by the time you managed to straddle him, he's probably already came twice in his pants. the way your fingers fumbled with his belt and the zipper of his unbearably tight jeans, his bulge rubbing against the rough denim and cotton boxers.
he already made a mess of the material, and feeling as your hands caress across his chest, your body sinking down on his angry, red cock, he couldn't help but shoot thick, pearly cum from his tip. it oozed down the side of his dick, drooling across his hips and down onto the sheets below.
you merely chuckled, a hand barely wrapped around the girth of his cock as you spread his release, feeling the veins under your palm and the way he twitched in your hand, curses in his mother tongue flying from his lips in a desperate gasp.
all you do is guide his cockhead to your drooling cunt, slick with arousal as you part your folds with his tip. sticky cum mixed with your sweet slick as you coated his flesh as if it were lube. you hoped it would make taking his heavy cock easierâit wouldn't.
even before you had guided his cock to your slit, his chest heaved, features flushed from his previous climaxes that came way too easily. it's not his fault he's never been touched by a woman! not all his previous attempts had been successfulâthe poor social recluse and his debauched thoughts left to his own right hand.
but you were different than his past endeavorsâhe didn't give up. he didn't quite understand rejection when it came to you. come on, schatz! he likes you, so shouldn't you feel the same way? silly, silly maus, he'll convince you!
and he did! which is how you ended up on top of him, his meaty, thick cock wrapped in your hands as you hover above him, fingers barely touching, waiting to impale yourself on his sensitive dick. his two burly hands pawing at your breasts, kneading the fat under his palms and turning the skin red.
a burn had split down your body as you slipped his tip past your puffy folds, feeling his cock head twitch against your spongy walls as you slowly sank down onto his cock.
you felt a thick, white substance ooze from between your thighs, the way your sopping cunt was suddenly full despite only pushing his tip past your folds. if it wasn't for the loud groan that fell from his lips, you'd have been clueless.
all you did was smirk, slowly sinking further down on his cock while you tried to adjust to his brutish size. small gasps falling from your lips with every added inch, and it didn't help when his massive hands creeped from your breasts down to your waist, slipping to your backside and gripping the flesh between his fingers with bruising force.
you yelped as he forced you all the way down onto his heavy cockâhe's selfish! can you really blame him, schatz? you feel like heaven, how could be not!
you're so warm, and tight, and wet, schatz! he just wants to stay buried in your sopping cunt forever! your spongy walls clamping so tightly around him, he was worried you'd push him out! his girthy cock was stretching you so much, you could feel the prominent veins along his length, as though they could be imprinted into your pussy. like his cock was the only thing made to fit inside your tight cunt."
your hands fell against his chest, strings of incoherent words babbled from your lips as he used your tight cunt, his hips pounding you fervently as vocal groans and grunts escaped his throat, drowning out your soft cries at the feeling of his bulbous tip slamming against your cervix.
he didn't last longâreference the 4 other times he had came that night. a mere 30 seconds before he filled you again, thick ropes of pearly cum leaking from his cock that was buried deep in your spongy cunt.
his hands on your ass, grasping firmly as he held you downâdespite your shuddering and squirming on top of him. his tip grazing your cervix as he hoped for his seed to take. he just wants to stay with you, and this is a sure way for that to happen.
by the end of the night, he had come at least 5 timesâhe's sensitive, schatz! if you want him to last longer, you should give yourself to him more often! then, he'd be able to be buried in your pussy for longer than 30 seconds!
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cheerleader x pervy!loser ellie
+warnings: stalker ellie, voyeurisim, dub-con???, a bit of degrading, smut
+ kinda inspired in she by tyler the creator and frank ocean, and bottoms, ngl
ways to help palestine!!!
REBLOG!
pervy!loser ellie staring from outside of your window, hiding between shadows and bushes, pressing her thighs together, trying to concentrate only on your moans, not on the disgusting growls your stupid junkie boyfriend was making, she was indecisive about taking a real look, or staying with only your beautiful sounds, either way, at this point, her panties were soaking wet.
god, she was pathetic.
one of your moans turned into a scream, a pornographic sound that went directly to her untouched and desperate clit, shit was almost throbbing. she couldn't help it, her eyes went further into the room, the bed squeaking as he pounded you, you were riding him, the reverse cowboy position only made ellieâs view more enjoyable, she could barely see something out of that piece of shit, not his stupid face, not his repulsive body, just his dick, sliding in and out of your abussed pussy. you were facing completely towards the window, towards her, your room didn't had curtains and still, you were comfortable showing your almost naked body, only your bra on, getting railed like a fucking slut and opening your legs for her, stroking your covered tits, brushing your clit so desperate, your littles whines of distress when not even that could bring your climax. ellie got fucking pissed, that dip fuck not only was making you do all the extra work, he wasnt even fucking you right, sure, he was doing the bare minimum, but she could see in your expressions that he wasnât hitting the right spots at all, you were a crying mess and all for the wrong reasons.
your hand got tired and you tried to move a little, you finally opened your eyes and caught her, staring directly at you, her eyes filled with fear and horror.
fuck.
she should have stayed at her fucking house masturbating only to your instagram stories or something, shit, shitâŠ
shit.
you weren't screaming or throwing things at her to make her go. you didn't stop moving, you didn't take your eyes out of hers.
you knew that little fucking weirdo, always stayed late at the gym and stared at every single one of your practices, but not to all the girls, no; it didnt matter how curvy, how showy or how pretty the girls were, she never looked at them, her eyes seemed to be glued to your body, the feeling of her gaze scanning when you bend over and tie your shoes, was kinda exhilarating, hearing her things fall and hit the ground when she noticed you were only wearing a thong, was definitely funny and her little coughs to try to recover from it? you had to admit they were kinda cute, soo pathetic, but kinda cute.
so when you saw that fucking pervy bitch hide by your fucking window again, like she had been doing the last couple of nights, you begged your stupid useless boyfriend to fuck you right there.
ellie saw your hands creeping to the lace bra, a smirk crossed your soft red lips, you threw the item directly to her face, she catched it in the air, and rushed to push it on her nose.
smelled fucking amazing.
âfuck!â those were the first words you had said in the last thirty minutes, you pushed your hips against the ones that were fucking you, ellie stood a little higher, eager, wanting to touch you, to actually touch you in the places you needed her. you saw her hand slip down her cargo pants, your moans got higher, damn, at this point you seemed more desperate than her. âfaster.â you demanded, the dumb fuck thought you were talking to him, but ellie smiled, and she moved her own hand quickly, bitting her lip, your hips started moving like crazy and your little shy and mostly acted moans became so raspy and loud, whines that almost sounded like cries for help.Â
actual tears were going down, you were almost drowlinâ as you kept fucking yourself roughly, shit, you were about to cum, for the first time in the night, ellie mouthed âyour clitâ and you reached it furiously, both of your hands were moving at the same pace, both of you were looking at each others lips, mouths opened lewdly, wishing you could reach them and kiss.
âfuckfuckfuck, yes babyâ your eyes struggled to not get closed, you needed to look at ellieâs face, to her eyes being almost rolled out, her desperation, you wanted to keep that picture forever in your brain, but you were cumming hard, god, it was the best orgasm you have had in a long time, the brunette was a hot mess, all blushed and biting her lip to bleed, her hair was tangled and sticked at her forehead, her hand was moving briskly under her underwear and her brown eyes almost begging you to cum, so she could.
fuck, she was fucking sick
and still, you wanted her to be the one under you, so she could touch your nipples, play with them until they hurted, so she could edge you, so she could spank you and kiss you, put her tongue in yours while she pounded on you.
and you could hear her moaning in your ears.
âellie!â you were dumbfucked, couldn't think about anything else but your climax and hers, that followed yours immediately, but at the same time your boyfriend heard you and looked instinctively at the window, catching a glimpse of the brunetteÂŽs face before she picked up her pants and started running.
âwhat the fuck, was that creep whatching us? are you okay? you must have been like super freaked outâ
you blushed, covering your breast with your hands, trying to recover from the orgasm âyeah, it was⊠super fucked upâ
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Loser Reader gets kidnapped by a cult believing they would make for the ideal virgin sacrifice as the cultists conclude from their master's visions, but spoiler alert the dead god just wants to show the cultists the human it had mated itself too and has spent many nights with in their eternal slumber. Reader's not a virgin if they're having sex with an all powerful deity in their sleep - right? Yan God concretes their status as impure by possessing the cult leader and making love to their bethroned before their flesh is sacrificed. Reader is confused as hell through this whole ordeal and all the wild dreams they've been having - but they get laid in the end and don't end up with their heart on a stick so everyone wins in the end... Except the cultists who may have been a little too rough with reader in transport
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before you read âȘïž loose continuation to THIS
ultra loser!ellie x teasing(slightly sadistic tbh)!reader. reads fine as a standalone!! no fr sex, but still nsfw!!! loads of teasing, ellie's shy and flustered (also gave her glasses and piercings muahahah AND HAPPY TRAIL MENTION YAYYY), reader's a little insistent (but it's ok), mentions of masturbation, discussion of sex, REALLY horny making out at the end lol, heavy petting, they almost do it, tiny abby cameo, buildup AS PER USUAL YALL KNOW THE DRILL, kinda cliffhanger ending (its on purpose HAHA), different layout bc i cheated n looked at the poll oops...NGL TS HAD ME SWEATINGGG WRITING IT LMFAO don't think i have ever written something more horny....ok enjoy! + 2.2k wc
apparently both of you missed the professor's class cancellation email on this fateful day⊠other students showed up too, but they left quickly after seeing it was empty. ellie stayed to catch up on some work, enjoying the silence and typing away on her laptop, which looked like one of those beefy gaming computers.
covered in stickers and the keys changing color, you thought it was interesting she'd lug that thing around campus with her, instead of opting for something light and sleek. and now that leaves you. you had no other plans for the day, and had already mentally prepared yourself for this class, totally unaware it was canceled.
you realized it wasn't a bad idea to copy ellie, and catch up on some of your own work. however you were more intrigued by her, to be totally honest with yourself.
watching her from a distance, she captivated you. she never seemed to notice your stares, too absorbed in her thoughts. you watched her type, efficiently and quickly, pausing only to push her glasses further up her nose with her slim fingers.
the truth is, she's hot. but no one was hearing you out on that, unfortunately. they'd say to you, âwhat a loser! i don't think i've ever heard her talk.â
you felt overwhelmed by the urge to strike up a real conversation with herâmore that simple greetings or coursework questionsâ and it was the perfect opportunity to do just that. so you got up, sat yourself down in the empty spot right next to her, and put on the most charming grin you could muster up. she abruptly snapped out of her focus, almost flinching at your presence.
âhey! you're ellie, right? whatcha working on?â you got close to her to see, being met with a bunch of hieroglyphic-looking strings of symbols on the screen. woah, smarty-pants. âum, it's justâŠsome project, i dunno. how dâyou know my name?â
she finally looked at you, her eyes round, wider than the ufo saucer stickers on the back of her computer. they were so green, the hazel ring reminded you of a polished agate stone. the scattered freckles on her face were so pretty too, you'd never been close enough to her to really take notice. she nervously scanned your features, blotches of pink blush decorating the apples of her plump cheeks.
she was so cute, and noticing her evident shyness flipped a switch inside you, what if you messed with her a little?
you shrugged at her, âjust seen you around. you're so mysterious.â you lilt, manipulating your tone to make it smoother on the ears, even containing hints of seduction if you dared.
she blushed a deeper raspberry shade and looked down at her hands, fidgeting with her rings. she was somehow getting more attractive by the second, your heart felt like it was about to burst.
âam i? never thought of it that way, you're funny.â she mumbles, her antsiness obvious. but you didn't wish to let up so soon, you were having a lot more fun flustering her than you'd ever care to admit, even wanting to see just how far you could push her.
âooh, i love your rings. where did you get em?â âjustâŠplaces. why are you asking me so many questions?â you sighed and rolled your eyes, âwell, ellie. we both don't have anything else to do, gotta pass the time somehow. i wanna talk with you, is that okay?â she took a deep breath and nodded, visibly relaxing. she stretched out her arm to get rid of the tabs on her computer, close it, and put it in her bag, which is when you got a look at her forearm tattoo.
âalso i'm obsessed with your tattoo, you have no idea how cool you are, how are girls not all over you?â you question, taking her wrist in your hands and examining the tattoo's intricate line work, tracing your fingertips over the pigment in her skin.
you heard her breathing change in tempo, quickening ever so slightly. but she didn't move her arm away, and let you continue. she took a second to respond. âum. thanks, i guess. i don't really know what you mean.â her voice cracked when she said the last part, igniting a flame inside you, one that you didn't know existed.
your mind wandered, you began wondering what she sounds like when she whimpers. was she really so starved of human contact you could mold her like putty, just with your fingers and tongue? you wanted to find out so badly, wanted to hear how she'd cry your name out if you fucked her into oblivion. was she a squirter or a creamer? you hoped to the heavens above you'd get to find out someday. maybe it was too much to fantasize like this, considering you formally met just now, but you weren't hurting anyone if it all never left the confines of your mind.
you were lucky you hid your own arousal well, nothing out of the ordinary showed on your face whatsoever. ellie wasn't so luckyâto her dismay, but to your delightâeverything played out on her delicate features so clearly, it was nothing short of delectable.Â
your eyes bore into hers, the intensity of the eye contact making her shiver, and attempt to break it. âellie, ellie, ellie, may i call you els?â you didn't wait for an answer, and continued, âdo you have a girlfriend?â you pouted your lips at her, feigning sadness as if her response was something you didn't already infer.
she was stuttering now, stumbling over her words, making less and less sense as the conversation went on. she was anxiously bouncing her leg, you could see her chest rising and falling, and her face had turned a lovely crimson color, it was so strong, the flush had spread down her neck and reached her ears, making her piercings stand out. good lord.Â
âahem- no, i don't have a girlfriend. actually never have, shocking i know.â she chuckles at her self-deprecating joke, and while her smile was enough to light up a room, you wanted to slap the doubt out of her. or rather, fuck it out of her.Â
you exhaled loudly, âhahh, well isn't that a shame. you're so pretty, i'll just have to snatch you up for myself then.â she swallowed audibly, greatly taken aback. âsorry, what?â âoh, don't you know how much people love losers like you? tsk tsk tsk, you're so much hotter than you realize, i mean it, els. look at you! you've got these piercings, this tattoo, you're smarter than this whole class combined, seriously.âÂ
she just gaped at you, unable to process what she was hearing. no one had ever talked to her like this, it was only something she read about. and coming from you? this ethereal person who starred in all of her most intimate fantasies? she rubbed her eyes roughly, convinced she was hallucinating. her mouth opened and closed dumbly, her voice box failing to produce any sound. but you were affecting her so much, especially because she lusted after you to an extent she could only take to the grave.
flashes of her midnight escapades flickered in her mind, of her shoving her hand down her pants like an animal in heat, orgasming so intensely she'd black out, abusing her hole with nothing but images of you playing in her mind, and your name on her tongue. her cheeks burned with the embarrassment of her wild actions, and she shook her head to clear the thoughts away.Â
you groaned and leaned back in your own seat, exclaiming, âgod i'm so bored. and pent up, fuck. it's been so long since i had sexâŠâ that was true. in any other situation you'd never say something like that aloud, but because you were alone with the clueless idiot you wanted so carnally, you let it slip.Â
â...maybe you should take care of that.â you heard her cough out, her voice coming out strangled. âi could. but that's boring.â you opened your eyes again and smirked devilishly her way, poor girl looked like she was about to go on a trip with the ferryman.Â
you grabbed her hand, examining it some more, commenting, âyou play guitar, don't you? guitarists are very good with their hands, i will say.â you played with her hand, pressing it into a fist, then extending her middle and ring finger. gosh, what's gotten into you? âi bet you're sooo good.âÂ
you've never seen a person look more flustered than she did right now in this moment. her voice was impossibly quiet, barely above a whisper, âcut it out.â âokay, fine.â
some beats of silence passed, but a thought crossed your mind. if she really hated this interaction that much, she could have got up and left eons ago, yet she stayed here and endured it all. hmm. you blurted out, âels, have you kissed anyone before?âÂ
and again she stayed silent, even after you waited patiently for an answer. she kept looking away, her jaw tense.Â
you decided to quit the teasing just for a moment, and speak to her gently, genuinely. you shifted to sit a little closer to her and asked, âdo you want to?â her gaze locked onto your mouth, she licked her lips, then muttered, âif you're really offering and not just fucking with me, sure-âÂ
your patience broke and you didn't wait for her to finish her sentence before swiftly leaning forward and connecting your lips with hers, relishing the tiny gasp she made as soon as you did it. she tasted like a dream.
after a split second she kissed you back, it was inexperienced and clumsy, fueled by adrenaline, but she got into a rhythm soon enough. you took the lead and deepened the kiss, absent-mindedly tugging on her bottom lip with your teeth, coaxing eager whimpers out of her, pure music to your ears.
you succumbed to the sensations and increased the pace, your tongue dancing against hers. you felt her hands fumble by your waist, and she pulled you closer to her. your hands clawed at her chest, the beautiful symphony of panting, the wet smacking of your lips colliding, and her uncontrolled moans filled the empty room.
she gripped your waist so tightly, fingertips surely leaving small marks in their wake, you couldn't wait to find them later, and you shamelessly felt up her chest, your thumbs finding her nipplesâperky, hard, and poking out through her thin shirt. you caressed and rubbed and squeezed, feeling her jolt under your magical touch.
she was fully whining now. spilling needy, high-pitched sounds, this was better than you could've ever imagined. neither one of you breaking the kiss for even a second, your hand trailed lower and landed on her stomach, slipping under the bottom of her shirt. you felt her defined abs tensing, and the whisper of a happy trailânow it was your turn to moan.
she got even louder and her kisses got sloppier, and you were about to venture inside her waistband before a sudden sound startled you both.Â
your phone vibrated aggressively, and with great effort you separated yourself from ellie, long strings of spit connecting you to her still.
she whimpered from the loss of contact, chasing your lips, then huffing and quietly groaning while you took out your phone, her hands not letting go of your waist. when you checked it, it was a message from your friend, abby, just saying: URGENT. COME HERE NOW. ASAP.
fuck her. fuck her and her timing, was all you could think. really, now? you wanted to kill her.
trying to slow your breathing and racing heart, you explained apologetically, âugh, it's urgent. im so, so sorry ellie, i gotta go.â she stared at you, speechless, but nodded meekly, reluctantly retracting her arms. you didn't want to leave, and stayed gazing at her for a little longer, and brushed a loose strand of soft hair out of her face. what a cutie, she looked all disheveled and dazed. you were about to look for a paper to scribble down your number to keep in touch, until your phone buzzed again, and started ringing with abby's repeated attempts to get ahold of you. couldn't she wait a minute?
you gave ellie one last devastated look, getting up and rushing out of the classroom before abby called you another seventeen times.Â
ellie was left in the classroom, reeling from the encounter and what it had turned into. she was utterly bewildered at the events that transpired, her blood rushing in her ears, mind spinning, lips still puffy, glasses fogged over, hands trembling, and of course a sticky, uncomfortable damp spot in her boxers. she leaned forward to rest her head on the desk in front of her on top of crossed arms, to take a moment to cool down before escaping back to her place.Â
âholy shit.âÂ
im hornyđ§ââïžjust like ellie after that. as soon as she got home, u best believe she came so hard she saw literal angels and deities LMFAOO (this is my favorite thing ive ever written gawdDAYUM)
yall who wanted more, hope this suffices as a continuation! @stonerzdaze420692 @womenlvrrr
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brain rotting away thinking about loser-könig who shows off his collection of guns to his darling, only to fuck your little pussy with one. đ
könig has plenty of obsessions, whether that be his collection of guns and skills from his time in the military, or his interest in shooting games. he's obsessed and ecstatic that you're intrigued in hearing more about his collection of guns.
könig sits you on his large lap and wraps an arm around you. he fixes his glasses sitting on his nose and begins to go on a long rant about his different guns. fuck, he'll even offer to take you to a forest and teach you how to shoot deers and wild animals, if you're really that interested.
although, könig quickly gets aroused at your eagerness to know more, the thought of fucking you with a pistol plaguing his filthy, dirty mind. it's irritating, he always manages to make something sexual, even if it started off as innocent. he makes sexual innuendos on the daily and will sexualise you for doing quite literally anything. he can't help it, mÀusi. you're his favourite prized possession and his most important interest.
he'll spread your thighs while you're rested on his bed and will begin to sink the muzzle of the pistol into your drooling cunny. your breathing is heavy and you're anticipating and anxious, barely able to control the way your cunt leaks around the weapon and the sounds that leave your filthy, little mouth. könig pockets your panties and steals them while you're distracted by the pleasure and force of the cold gun inside your wet heat, feeling as he thrusts and pumps it into your soaking arousal, a cheeky and playful smile curling the sides of his mouth.
his boner strains inside of his boxer briefs. fuck, both of his biggest obsessions together. you're fucking with his head, liebling... he sucks in a sharp breath at the glimmer of your sweet arousal left on the muzzle, shaming you for being so perverted, although deep down, we all know who the true creep is.
könig will push the gun into your mouth and will replace where the gun once was with his twitching, aching cock. he'll make sure you clean his gun off with your pretty tongue while fucking you into stupidity, until you're breathless and barely able to keep up with his fast pace and great stamina.
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König being so touch-starved and lonely he gets hard anytime you even mundanely touch him.
A playful nudge on his shoulder when he tells a bad joke, a leg pressed to his when you sit next to him, a lull of your head on his bicep after a particularly exhausting day.
He feels like such a creep, cheeks flushed under his hood as he tries to discreetly hide the aching cock straining against the give in his pants.
When you hug him for the first time, giving a squeeze around his strong core, burying your cheek into the space just under his chest, clothed breasts pressed flush against him - he canât help but twitch into the embrace as he paints the inside of his underwear with his finish. :(
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#i fucking love pathetic konig#lllllloser#konig#könig#konig cod#könig cod#konig call of duty#könig call of duty#cod#x reader#call of duty#konig headcanons#konig headcannons#dadscannons#loser!konig#gentle!konig#sub!konig
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I'm sure Jason is such a bastard. If reader and him were in a laser tag room, he's the kind to use his stealth to pull reader from behind into a lone place and kiss them before shooting them and make them lose lol
Oh my god, I had so much fun writing this!! Thank you for sending this in, I hope you enjoy!!
You didnât think playing laser tag with your boyfriend would get you this worked up, but it did. Youâre staring at Jason from afar and he looks absolutely breathtaking.
His dark curls frame his face and he runs his hand through them. The small act makes you weak. His black shirt hugs his body deliciously and his arms somehow look bigger. You canât bear to look away.
He knows youâre staring, he always knows.
He looks back at you and you decide to turn in a small corner, avoiding his intense gaze. You bend down to retie your shoe lace when suddenly someone grabs you from behind.
Your breath hitches and you can feel the hair on the back of your neck gradually starting to rise. You canât make a sound.
But thatâs when you hear his voice, a sound youâd recognize anywhere. His lips are near your right ear and you can feel his warm breath fan your skin.
âItâs just me sweetheart,â Jason says softly before placing a gentle kiss on your neck. You shudder at the sensation.
He turns you around, your back presses against the wall and he cups your jaw in his rough hand, while the other carries the plastic gun. His thumb slowly drags against your cheek, finding its way to your lips.
It grazes your skin and you place a quick kiss on his finger. He smirks and you fight the urge to place another kiss on him, near the scar by his lips.
His eyes darken and he stares at you, longingly.
You donât hold back, you let him consume you. His lips feel soft against yours and you find yourself becoming weak. You drop the gun in your hand and run your fingers through Jasonâs hair.
He makes a pretty sound against your lips and then you hear a loud zapping noise.
It takes a minute for you to process whatâs happening and then it hits you.
He shot you.
He shot you while you were distracted by the kiss. Your mouth falls open and you push him away.
âHow could you Jay,â you say angrily. âThatâs cheating.â Youâre fuming, how could he do this to you. He smiles at your annoyed face.
âAll is fair in love and war,â he smirks. You stare at him in awe and he laughs in response.
His head tilts back and his hand clutches his chest, heâs throughly enjoying this. It makes you sick and you roll your eyes.
âBetter luck next time sweetheart,â he says before ruffling your hair. You move his hand away. Jason laughs again and then makes his way towards the exit.
You stand there, still in shock. What a cheater.
#heâs such a loser omg#gn!reader#jason todd#red hood#jason todd x reader#red hood x reader#jason todd imagine#red hood imagine#jason todd headcanon#red hood headcanon#batfam
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Loser!Ghost thatâs confident in his work. heâs a well-respected Lieutenant, a big, strong soldier that strikes fear into others. as soon as you walk into a room his dark brown eyes are glued to you. suddenly his lack of speaking isnât from being reserved, itâs because heâs nervous
Loser!Ghost thatâs silently eyeing you, making sure no one is bothering you from across the room. in his mind heâs just standing guard from afar, monitoring your environment. from everyone elseâs perspective? their Lieutenant is staring straight at you - hasnât moved or twitched for a couple minutes, just breathing steadily as he watches you
Loser!Ghost that sweats hard when heâs next to you. his breathing gets heavier, side-eyeing you while trying not to make any sudden movements. he feels like a wolf standing next to fawn - not that youâre frail or weak, not that youâre necessarily small, but because he doesnât want to startle you. his heart beating wildly against his chest, sucking in a breath when you glance up at him
Loser!Ghost thatâs stiff around you. even after heâs known you for a while heâs still on edge. he doesnât want to sound too harsh, doesnât want to seem too intimidating, doesnât want to wig you out. he knows you tolerate him at least - heâs not great at reading you, too caught up in his head. when you talk to him, smiling up at him and friendly, all he can muster is a gruff hum, acknowledging your words with grumbled noises
CW: erm Virgin!Ghost because I said so?
Loser!Ghost that finds himself invited into your room - tense and heart beating rapidly. he isnât too sure what to do, he isnât sure what this is. he canât find the words he needs, simply watching as you move about. when you ask him if he wants to stay over for the night his brain is doing backflips, it isnât until you bluntly mumble that you want him that it clicks in his mind
Loser!Ghost whoâs a virgin, never really having the time for hookups⊠or the charisma to land one. he can be a little off-putting, not the greatest quality for getting with someone. but you? youâve noticed the way he behaves, oddly enamored by him. he doesnât think to tell you heâs a virgin though, heâs too busy tugging his balaclava up to sloppily kiss you, hands moving to grab your hips - unpracticed movements, a silent excitement bubbling in his gut
Loser!Ghost whose balaclava is askew, half tugged up and awkwardly shifted to the left slightly. he canât bring himself to care though, broken, deep groans rumbling from him as he tries to push into you. it takes a few tries before heâs nudging into you, eyes screwed shut as his hips stutter. heâs got you caged under him, forearms on either side of you as his forehead rests against your shoulder. heâs breathing heavily, panting against your skin
Loser!Ghost that doesnât know what heâs doing, just moving on instinct. you feel so good, squeezing him just right as he sinks into you. garbled moans leaving him, his mouth pressed to yours as he bucks against you. you rarely hear Ghost speak, on and off duty, always quiet and looming. maybe thatâs why he catches you off guard, hips moving erratically as he mumbles against your lips, âLove youââ
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at the count of three â ellie williams.
summary: how do you tell your best friend youâre in love with them? ellie has an answer! just be cool and wait for the right momentâ and the next. and maybe another one, just to be sure. if you get impatient, you can always take a deep breath and count to three! (years, that is)
warnings: slow burn (childhood friends to lovers <3), little bit suggestive but no smut!
notes: born from a piece of dialogue i wrote like, a year ago and completely forgot about but somehow a week later it's 4k words? idk you're welcome or i'm sorry!!! also yes they do spend almost every scene sitting together on a couch but that's what lesbianism is all about...
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ONE!
A movie plays on the TV, a slightly tarnished DVD of an 80âs action flick starring some oily guy and the most beautiful woman youâve ever seenâ Ellie doesn't remember much other than an obnoxiously epic soundtrack and lingering shots that made the plot twist too obvious about 20 minutes in.Â
She's freshly eighteen; youâre ahead only by a couple months. It's a warm Friday night, Joel and your dad in the kitchen putting scraps together for a mildly healthy dinner, Ellie sitting on the very opposite side of the couch from where you are. Itâs hot, she'd said, looking away from your comically insulted face that grew with every scooch she made from your side, a lame excuse to save her from the newly found (and fucking torturous) fluttering that sparks in her stomach whenever she sits too close to you.
From the kitchen comes the sound of a can hitting the floor, followed by Joelâs 'shit!' and then quickly, 'sorry, girls'. You chuckle, turning to Ellie and catching her staring at you. A wrinkle forms between your eyebrows at the same time a pink warmth floods her cheeks. âDude, youâre not even paying attention.â
âI am,â a scoff, her eyes now strictly committed to the screen. âThe noise distracted me,â she adds, knowing it didn't even make her flinch from the careful study of your side profile.
âScaredy catâ ow!â a pillow crashes against your cheek, sudden enough to shock you, too soft to do any real damage. âWhat the fuck?â
Ellie raises her eyebrows and looks at you from the corner of her eyes, a smirk half hidden by her hand. âDonât be rude, you're missing the best scene.â
You throw the pillow back and scoff when she catches it, your lips slightly pursed, the signature sign to tell youâre annoyed. It's almost identical to the replica of that gesture that sits at the end of her last journal entry, an overly dedicated sketch born from a wandering thought. She could make it more accurate, she thinks now, soften the line of your jaw, take the scar on your cheek a little more to the left.
The sound of water splashing from the TV catches her attention and Ellie snaps her head forward (lest she get caught staring again), just as the blonde haired love interest is walking out of a fancy looking swimming pool.
âSheâs hot,â you say, fingers pulling absentmindedly at loose threads on the rip of your jeans. When Ellie doesn't say anything, you turn to look at her, âYou don't think so?â
Her voice comes out a higher pitch than sheâd like. âWhatââ she clears her throat before continuing to mumble, âI don't know, I guess.â
You laugh. âYou guess?âÂ
âYeah, Iâ I don't know, dude, I wasn't thinking about that.â
You watch the nervousness on her face, the gulp that passes her throat, the red under her freckles. Fondness tugs at your chest and your voice softens just slightly, a smile playing on your lips. âOh my God. Ellie, itâs okay,â green eyes find your face and she sees you hesitate for a second before you shrug. âWho cares? It's just me.â
You make it sound easy. It's the most distinct thing Ellie remembers about this moment, how suddenly safety felt like the most obvious thing. TV light on your face, your arm over the back of the couch, the same eyes she's been looking at since she was fourteen. Of course it's okay. Everything else with you is easy, why wouldn't this be the same?
Ellie shifts on the couch, the distance between you turning quickly ridiculousâ offensive, even. Sheâs embarrassed to have let her flusteredness get in the way, but the urge to be closer doesn't feel right either. Everything she does feels like too much, everything she says too intense. âHow long have you known?â she asks.
You tilt your head, less of a question and more of a guidance, âKnown that youâŠâ
Ellie parts her lips, unsure of whether or not sheâs gonna say it or how, trying to will the words to come out. And they do, she remembers it well, because it was the first and maybe the only time she was this direct about it. âThat I like girls.â
The smile on your face is teeth-rotting sweet, but she only gets to bask in it for a second before you widen your eyes and lower your voice to a scandalized whisper. âYou what?â
Ellie rolls her eyes, cheeks burning, âOh, fuck you.â
Your laugh fills up the room and the fluttering in her stomach feels absurd at this point, like she would actually be able to feel those annoying little butterflies flying around if she were to press her hand against her abdomen. âSorry, sorry,â you say, and for a terrifying second Ellie thinks maybe they're loud too, and youâre able to hear them. But then she looks at you and forgets about it, easy easy easy. âItâs really okay. You know that, yeah?â
âYeah,â she says. For once, there's not a glimpse of doubt about it to be found.
You watch another ten minutes of the movie in silence before your dad's head peeks out from the kitchen to call you both to the table for dinner.
Ellie has a habit of eating like it's her last day on earth. When you were both new residents of Jackson, hungry and scared and not at all used to the idea of a full plate of food twice a day, she couldn't help it. And you were the same, hence why your dad thought it would be good for you and Ellie to spend time together, which quickly turned to being around each other basically every minute of every day. But as the weeks passed, you seemed to be learning to adapt faster. A younger Ellie found this frustratingâ especially after that time Joel complimented your table manners.
Youâre just⊠nicer, she remembers saying, a stressed frown on her still childlike face, fiddling with a box of marbles sheâd found under her new bed. She remembers how you pulled one out, your fingers brushing against her own for the first time ever, and held the clear crystal with green stripes next to her eyes, a satisfied smile at a practically perfect match. Youâre nice too, Els, youâd said, shrugging your shoulders, the marble shoved inside your pocket, I think I just lie better.
Until that moment, Ellie had never thought about it that way; the fact that you could be pretending to feel more confident and comfortable than you really are to make yourself safer, to get people to like you. But when she asked, you swore you had never lied to Ellie. She used to drive herself mad thinking about that, a strange, confusing worry gnawing at her chestâ she likes that you don't feel the need to lie, but what does it say about how you see her? Is it that you don't care if she likes you? Or worse, is it that you know that she already does?
You sit in front of her today at the same dinner table, four years later, and watch her practically inhale her bowl of pasta like no time has passed at all. You let out a snort and Ellie wonders if you can see it even now, if her constant thoughts of you are obvious even when she looks this busy.
"What?" she asks, an immediate frown on her face, though she's done you the honor of swallowing her mouthful before speaking.
"You're so gross," you say, chin resting on your palm, tilting your head like you're looking at some thought provoking art piece. Ellie thinks you'll leave it at that, but then you reach over and swipe your thumb over the red spot of sauce next to the corner of her lips, so soft she barely feels it. You watch her frown soften for a second before it becomes even deeper.
Ellie feels like her whole body is exploding with warmth, too hot under the hoodie she's wearing, too pink across her face. It's so obvious, she thinks, it's soâ fuck, pull it together. Her gaze follows your finger as you bring it to your lips and lick off the sauce. âYouâre disgusting,â she retorts lamely, her hand rough when she brushes it over her mouth, lest you notice another stain and she has to watch you do that again.
You are familiarly not deterred by her meanness. Or her attempt at it. "And you eat like a five year old,â you shrug. âI guess we both have our issues."
Ellie catches herself staring at your hands for the rest of the meal, certain that she's never noticed them in the same way before. How much time has she been wasting? You both have your issues, you'd said, but Ellie thinks she has you beat. Yours can't possibly be anywhere near this dangerous.
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TWO!
Someone's knocking on her door. Ellie sniffles and lets out a groan as she gets up from the couch, sore throat, her limbs heavy and tired. She knows it's you because it's always the same three knocks; the first two firm and loud, a pause, and then one tiny one that sounds almost like 'sorry'. Youâre impatient but still painfully afraid to be rudeâ if she loved you a little less, Ellie thinks she would make fun of it a lot more. But alas, she's cursed to smile at it every time.
She opens the door and the breeze that slips in makes her fall immediately into an embarrassing coughing fit. âItâs fine,â she mutters, at the same time youâre saying jesus christ, Ellie. âShit. Iâm okay,â she clears her throat and finally gets a moment to look at you, all pretty and put together in your best shirt and a freshly showered scent, the sun setting behind you like a perfect frame. Ellie prays her lungs don't betray her again and tries to make the brush of her hand over her messy hair look casual instead of desperate.
âWell, I was gonna ask if you wanted to come to the party with me for just a few minutes, but⊠Iâm not sure you should be out of bed,â your worried frown is pretty, too. What a cruel fate. âIs Joel home? I can stayââ
âNo, no, youâre good,â Ellie shakes her head, arms crossed over her chest like maybe itâll cover up enough and you won't notice she was wearing the same long sleeve the last time you saw her. âHeâll be here in like, five minutes. Iâll be fine, âm not a baby.â
Youâre both nineteen by this time, Ellie remembers because you wore the same pretty blue shirt that you're wearing now for her birthday, and it was the day she realized her crush was no longer deniable. It's easier to act like nothingâs happening when she feels like she's alone in it, like there's no universe where you could love her like she loves you so she might as well let the fantasy dieâ but then you put on your shirt that's reserved for special occasions just to come over and bring her the cupcake you made, and suddenly Ellie can picture herself with her hands on each side of your waist, pulling you close, saying thank you with her lips brushing against yours before she kisses you. She can see it so clearly that it startles her, changes everything. Her birthday comes with a punch to the gut and a hunger she wants to tell you and only you about.
âYouâre not gonna be bored? I really don't mind staying until he gets home.â
Ellie thinks (dramatically, extremely nineteenâ) that if she lets you take care of her, she might actually die. It felt like she almost did last time you visited, your face serious with concentration as you pressed the back of your hand against her forehead. âYou're warmâ, you said, âdo you feel sweaty?â Ellie stared up at you, eyes glossy and heavy from sleep. âNot reallyâ, her fingers sneaked out from under the blanket to wrap themselves around your forearm, a moment of bravery or delusion, âyour hand feels niceâ. You chuckled, âokay, keep itâ.
Sheâs less feverish today, but not yet recovered from the greedy voice in her head that begs her to keep you close. If you don't go to the party now, she thinks (knows) that sheâll let herself casually talk you into staying the rest of the night. âNah, don't miss your party,â she says. âIâll be okay, Joelâs gonna teach me how to play that old card game.â
You raise your eyebrows. âSo you're gonna argue all night.â
âNoâ what?â Ellie scoffs. âItâll be good, I learn fast.â
âYeah, because you make up your own rules.â
âI have questions about the rules, that's not the same thing.â
âIt is if you cheatââ
âIâm not a cheater!â
You hum, a curious tilt of your head, and Ellie rolls her eyes before the words are even out of your mouth. âNo, I guess youâd have to have a girlfriend for that.â
You watch her run her tongue over her teeth, her shoulder against the door frame. âYou know I could say the same to you, right?â
âToo bad I said it first,â you shrug, pretty smile stretching your lips. âI guess I'll go, then. Iâll come over when it's done so you don't miss me too much.â
Ellie tries to maintain her composure. You know, she thinks, do you know? You must know. You can't knowâ âRight. Also so you can steal my food and crash in my bed, Iâm guessing.â
âWhen youâre all vulnerable and weak? What do you think of me, Ellie?â you frown sadly, a hand over your heart.
âI think I know you,â she says, the corner of her lips lifting just a little, inescapably.
You walk to the gate and turn around as you close the lock, your hands on either side of your mouth as if sheâs miles and miles away. âIâll take the couch!â
âYeah, sure!â Ellie yells back, her voice pretty even when it's hoarse, knowing sheâll hold on for just about ten minutes before she insists you take the bed instead.
Joel stays awake with her until around 10pm, when his yawns become too many to hide and heâs already let Ellie win three games, his smile genuine and wide while she chuckles and pretends she doesnât notice. He leaves her with a tupperware of soup for tomorrowâs lunch and a deck of cards. To teach your friends orâ I don't know, keep on the coffee table, heâd said, make you look cool. Ellieâs not sure you would find a box of cards âcoolâ, but sheâs not above trying.
Ever since she moved out to the garage, sheâs discovered a new type of stress at the notion of having you over. At Joelâs house, all she ever did to prepare for guests was pick up the dirty clothes from her bedroom floor and put her books in a (wobbly) single pile. Now things are different. The garage is small, but it's all hersâ her floor, her living room, her kitchen. She can't have you thinking that she can't take care of things on her own.
She spends the next hour moving things around until finally, two loud knocks. A second passes; Ellie looks at the cards and considers shoving them inside one of the drawers on her desk. By the time the one quiet knock comes, she shrugs and decides to leave them on the coffee table, lest Joel was right and she misses a chance to have you start thinking she's cool and mysterious. âIt's open,â she says from the couch, tiredness soon catching up with her after all that time rearranging things.
The door opens and you come in, quickly closing it behind you, a relieved sigh at the loss of that crisp, cold breeze outside. âDid Joel forget those?â you ask, bent at the waist as you take your shoes off, your chin pointing at the deck, the only thing on the coffee table. Maybe she should've been more subtle with it.
âUh, no,â Ellie scratches the back of her neck, her legs stretched across the couch. âTheyâre a gift.â
She's not sure you hear her over the groan you make as you stretch your arms above your head, her legs moved to the side automatically to make space for you to sit. You fall down with a sigh and both forget about the cardsâ you, distracted by the warm tingly feeling of a couple drinks, and Ellie by the new jacket youâre wearing.
She lets a million different scenarios spin around her head for a couple seconds before she blurts out the question. âWhose is that?â
âWhat?â you turn your head away from the movie playing on the TV.
âThe jacket.â
âOh,â you look down at yourself as if youâve just remembered itâs there. âMaya was leaving too, so she walked here with me. Itâs hers.â
Ellie hums, her back sliding a little further down the couch, legs spread. âStinks like itâs hers.â
You chuckle before you can help it, her animosity ridiculous and charmingâ Ellieâs better with actions than she is with words. âI don't even know what you're talking about,â you shake your head, not quite slurring, but not too far from it either. "She smells like strawberries."
Fuck Maya and her strawberry shampoo. Ellie could get some if she wanted to, maybe if she tradedâ what the fuck is she thinking about? She rolls her shoulders back and pushes the thoughts away, gluing her eyes to the screen. âSure,â she says, less because she agrees and more because she doesn't wanna hear what else you like about Maya. âYou had fun, then?â
âIt was alright. You didn't miss out on too much,â the end of your sentence stretched out by a yawn, you cover your mouth lazily and rest back fully against the couch. âJesse was drunk. They had to stop him from getting up on a table.â
Ellie chuckles. âI don't know, maybe he had something to say. I think I wouldâve let him.â
âThat's what I said,â you smile and let your head fall to the side, your cheek against the cushion. She feels you staring, enables it for a while by acting oblivious, falsely over-invested in some movie she can't remember the title of. She hears you move closer before she feels itâ the shuffle of your clothes, the stupid jacket rubbing against her couch, so easily forgettable by the time your temple falls on her shoulder.
Ellie's about to fall asleep when she hears the little noise you make, something like a sniffle. For a worrying second she thinks she mightâve given you her cold, but then she feels the tip of your nose brush against her shoulder and she realizes youâre trying to breathe her in.Â
âYou always smell nice,â you whisper, half asleep.
Ellie swallows and prays to keep her body completely still, scared sheâll make the wrong move and have you pull away, scared youâll lean closer and be able to hear the fast beating on her chest. She sounds breathy, âYeah?â
âYeah,â you say. âLike fresh rain.â
Slow like the roll of credits playing on the TV, Ellie feels how every muscle in her body settles down, relaxed, contentâ fucking cocky. She wraps her arm around your shoulders and hopes the scent will rub off on the jacket and remind Maya of a cloudy autumn night, rain over her garden.
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THREE!
"Do you think we would've liked each other?" you ask, your legs resting on her lap while she fidgets mindlessly with the ruffled cuff of your socks. Every patrol lately ends the exact same way, a quiet walk home and a joint on Ellieâs couch. "Back when the world was normal?â
Ellie turns to look at you, blinking lazily, a reddish hue over her green. Youâre not sure if she's more tired or high, but either way you're not doing much betterâ everything youâve said during the past hour is the kind of thought you have when you're alone at night and your brain wanders, moments away from falling asleep. It's a meaningless question, but Ellie lets out a soft hum and thinks about it like it's worth considering. You're not sure if anyone youâve met in your whole twenty years of life is as willing to indulge you as she is.
"Yeah," she says decidedly, in the same tone with which one would say duh. "Weâ" a yawn cuts her off, slender hand rubbing one of her eyes. "We would be friends, like, in college."
"I wouldn't be in college.â
Ellie frowns, takes one last inhale and discards the joint to the ashtray on her coffee table. "Why not?"
"'Cause I'm not smart like you," you shrug.
The fold between her eyebrows deepens. "You're smart," she argues, with enough conviction that you almost believe her, insisting, "You are."
"In other ways, sureââ Ellie opens her mouth to interrupt but you get ahead of her, âIâm not trying to talk badly about myself, I just don't think college would be for me.â
Youâve never been the most disciplined. Itâs hard to imagine yourself staying up late to study, taking diligent notes in class. It feels ridiculous.
âIâd be working somewhere, I think. Making coffee for people or something.â
Ellie pauses before she nods, adjusting her daydream to what youâre saying, strangely committed. "Then we would meet there,â she makes it sound like the easiest thing in the world, a natural equation. âI'd go get coffee from you."
You chuckle. "You don't even like coffee that much."
Ellie shrugs, soft pink lips curved in a smirk that tells you she's sleepy and serves to warn you of the horror that's about to come out of her mouth.
You groan. âDon'tââ
"Maybe I like the pretty girl that's making it."
âAwful,â you push her shoulder away, barely any force behind it, her giggles swimming comfortably around your head. âNever speak again.â
"Not my best work?" she asks, her fingers wrapping lazily around your shin. Too much, her brain warns, but then she remembers the pad of your finger over the back of her hand last night, the cursive lines with no purpose other than to be touching herâ and it feels right, or like it's not enough. Too much soon turns to coward.
"Possibly your worst.â
She might be going crazy, but lately Ellie feels like youâre looking at her differently. In your eyes there's something gentle, awaiting, a tracing of your eyes over her face that says please. She chews on her lip, her eagerness painful. âWe would like each other,â she doesn't think there's a world where you wouldn't, and if there was⊠"I'd make you like me."
You raise your eyebrows, teasing, "Oh, so like now?"
Her lips part with genuine surprise, more amused than offended. â...I made you, huh?âÂ
You regret the joke as soon as it comes out of your mouth, immediately brought back to your fourteen year old self, lonely and admittedly captivated by the auburn haired girl from next door. Flashes of you rushing to catch up with her, untied laces on your too tight sneakers, Ellie, do you wanna be friends? The sound of pages shuffling and her voice reading in whispers in the dead of night because you asked, can you talk to me until I fall asleep? Infatuated from the beginning, obsessed. Even now, on her couch, after spending a whole day togetherâ do you like me? Would you like me, always?
A pillow crashes against the side of her face, her laugh almost louder than the embarrassed pounding of your heart. You pull your legs from her lap and lie back, fold your arms over your face. âYou're so annoying.â
A lie so obvious it makes Ellie smile. She shifts to crawl closer, one knee on either side of you. âCâmon, I was joking,â she leans forward and you feel her knuckles tap your arm like sheâs knocking on a door. The power to make you shy is still foreign to her, makes her feel drunk, thrilled. She doesn't remember having it before, but of course it was there. In little ways, in daily, simple things. Your eyes always looking for her first in any room, lighting up even after an especially bad pun, tracing her arms when the day becomes too hot to keep her jacket on. You like her, of course. How much time has she been wasting? The breath she lets out feels like it's been waiting to be let go, years spent stuck in her lungs. Ellie wraps her fingers around one of your wrists, her voice sweet, achingly soft. âWant me to tell you why I know Iâd like you?â
You lower your arms just slightly, eyes peering up at her.
âYeah?â she tilts her head.
You nod, arms coming down, unusually quiet.
Ellie grins, victorious. âOkay, but fair warningâ it's worse than the coffee thing.â
You chuckle. âIs it?â
âVery.â
âHm,â you hum, pretending to think about it, distracted by the vision of her practically sitting on top of you. Freckled face framed by the hair that's escaped her usual bun, softly lit by the warmth of the lamp on her desk. âAlright,â you say finally.
It takes Ellie a second to respond, momentarily dazed by the thought of being pretty enough for you to ogle like this. She clears her throat. âYou ready?â
You tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear and away from her eyes. âSure.â
Ellie waits for the nerves to come, but even as she parts her lips to speak, they never do. What a kind fate. âI know Iâd like you because nothingâs ever made more sense to meâ Iâve been doing it since I was a kid. I like you enough for a million lifetimes.â
You look at each other, bask in a moment of understanding. Your eyes on her lips, a hand on her waist that pulls her closer. âThat was worse,â you agree.
Ellie moves to rest on her forearms, cages you in, her nose brushing against yours. âI told you.â
She waits, feels herself count once again, a final time, one, twoâ
A hand against the back of her neck brings her in and the quiet noise of her surprise vibrates against your lips, makes her smile into the kiss for just a second before the hunger takes over. Her hips readjusting over yours, knees pressing against your sides, Ellie kisses like it's a need rather than a whim. She takes and takes and swallows every sigh you make like it's a gift, four, five, six seconds of a messy trail of kisses down your neck to say thank you before she resurfaces again.
âLove you,â she breathes out, because suddenly all that talk about âlikeâ feels stupidâ immature, incomparable to what she actually feels for you. âNeed you.â
You moan against her lips and it's her favorite sound in the whole world, immediately, as quick as realizing she would fall in love with you the day she met you. âLove you, Ellie.â
A kiss to your clavicle, your hands pulling at her shirt and her thigh between yours. She makes you say it three more times.
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Kakashi "Doesn't Know Why He Likes Your Personal Space" Hatake
He's so aware of everyone else around him and when they get too close but for some reason he doesn't seem to notice how close he gets to you.
He'll want to ask about how your latest mission went and won't realize that the arm he propped up against the wall and how he leans in over your form makes you stutter and blush behind your report.
His bedroll always seems to end up next to yours, he thinks he sleeps better when you're around, probably because he knows you can hold your own so he can trust you'll spring into action if someone attacks you at night. Definitely.
At the bar, your arms will brush and his thigh will press against yours and he'll excuse the fuzzy feeling in his gut as one too many drinks but even long after he stops drinking the fuzzy feeling remains as you have an arm around him as you help him get home.
And when he wakes up and there's water and pills and a note telling him to eat the fuzzy feeling comes back and he swears it's just the hangover.
He stands so close to you that the slightest movement could have your bodies touching when you're getting debriefed for a mission; Lady Fifth will ask Kakashi to give you some personal space and when Sakura and Naruto snicker and your face turns red Kakashi wonders what joke he missed and he won't move because he doesn't think he's that close anyways.
He'll inch his way closer and closer and closer to you as some random Shinobi whose name he doesn't care to remember makes you giggle, and if Kakashi glares at him and he runs away he'll swear it was an accident and he's not sure why the guy fled but you could do better anyways.
He watches you spar with Gai and later when you're out of earshot he'll ask Gai why he was so handsy with you and Gai will laugh at him, put an arm around his shoulder that he tries to get away from, and Gai will tell him he's a smart Shinobi but not a smart man and Kakashi will only get offended because that didn't answer his question.
He sees you sitting on a bench reading and he'll decide to join you, an arm thrown over your shoulders, bodies pressed against each other as he holds his book with one hand and wonders if you're cold as you seem to have stiffened next to him.
It finally dawns on him that he HAS been invading your personal space when someone asks if you two are dating. As you blush and hide behind your book you stutter out that no you aren't dating, Kakashi is just like this. But no, he isn't like this with anyone but you. He lets very few people get away with touching him but he never initiates anything except with you.
The realization leaves him laying in bed wondering when he fell for you, when you became so comforting to him. He doesn't even care any more he just knows you've probably been dealing with his touchiness for years and you've never said anything. Maybe that's a good sign.
Kakashi "emotionally stunted king" Hatake, who now has to deal with new emotions like love and affection and rereading any romance book he can get his hands on to try and figure out how to ask you out.
He finally works up the nerve and he fumbles hard. He traps you against a wall with both of his arms at the side of your head, trying to mimic something he read about. He's blushing and stuttering and your wide eyes and intense blush aren't helping him get out his confession. And he can feel people trying to sneakily watch this go down and it's all so embarrassing until you have a hand on his cheek and all his thoughts fly out of his head.
He manages out the quietest "will you go out with me" and he can hear Naruto and Sakura celebrating behind a door and sighs of relief from other hushed bodies but he doesn't care because you're smiling and nodding. He has a date with you.
And if you thought he was bad when he wasn't aware of how close he was, you weren't prepared for how touchy he becomes once you're finally together.
He wants to hold your hand all the time, he leans up against you whenever he can, placing his head on top of yours when you two are waiting for things. In private he wants you as close to him as possible. Sitting in his lap, laying on his chest, bodies touching for any reason he can think of.
The nail in the coffin for him is when you reciprocate. He's making dinner for you two and you slip in to hug him from behind. He almost burns himself with how excited and warm he feels at the action.
When he's reading on the couch and you come home tired from a mission and you flop your head in his lap and fall asleep his heart pounds faster and his legs fall asleep as he doesn't dare move.
When you stay the night for the first time and you curl up next to him, arms and legs wrapping around him and your body flush against him he's practically vibrating with how much he loves you. So much so that he blurts it out without any thought. Your grip on him tightens and he feels you smile against his chest and you say you love him too. He rolls over to cage you beneath him and he peppers you with kisses and he's smiling like an idiot as you giggle through the onslaught.
He doesn't know when he started liking your personal space, but he's glad you like him in your personal space too.
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loser!ellie: who goes completely dumb when you kiss her. not a regular kissâbut one that clothes her skin in clandestine crevices. eating her neck, licking the skin fresh, pulling the hems loose on her. it all drives her pupils up inside her head and tends her to a state of scattermindedness, one where she minds the things standing outside of her head. âjoel's gonna be wonderin' where i am if you don't stop..â mumbling against your ear, her eyes going as far as searching the room for spectators. that is, until you begin pricking the reddened skin too breathtakingly; with kisses that form deeper colors, and surface the most quiet-soft, long and delighted noises to the corners of her almond-shaped lips. it begins a requiem for her thoughts.
she is oblivious to how lost she gets. you nip her, and all the definition fades from her features; dope-faced. in fact, she doesn't grasp what you're really doing to that precious spot on her neck, and the sudden pressure there, until your lips have already left. hurried fingers flee and feel for her neck. âdid youâyou did not just do what i think youââ there is a smile playing on her face. however, it is hard-pressed. she rummages for her phone in the pillow cradling her head, and paints her neck with the illumination of the camera screen. âfuck, babe, really?â she drags, prods and palms at the scarlet-red blotch, wincing with her teeth bare. you watch her throat bob as it clears. âthat high on my neck, too?â
you had no head for remorse; tonguing for the treat again. âyou deserve it,â you whisper, the ends of it warming her skin. it flinches under your lips. âfor being so cute all evening, huh? holding, and squeezing my hand under the table where your friends won't see?â a gulp plummets through her throat, and you taste it. some reproaching tension is building in there, too strung inside her feelings and sensations to let it become words, and furthermore too bashful to let them glance along your mouth, and potentially stutter. she imagines she will, and it restricts her. but the tight, skin-hot knuckles curling in your shirt are a clear representation of what she keeps in her throat. âgot so red when i let them see, yeah?â something delicate along the lines of: âsuch an asshole.â perching there in phantom response, but she scratches the words into your back instead. your lips make her want to be obedient.
she is so distractedâfrom your questions, from your lipsâ that when her throat does loosen up, a roll of your hips on hers is all it requires to descend her opinion and forget about the movie she wanted to watch with joel. the warmth in her pants made mush of her mind. âfuckâ more,â she shivers with a gaping breath. begs with her waist arching into you, inciting you to do what you just did again. the voice in ellie cracks. âi mean, joel can wait a second longer, right?â
a/n: apologies for the lack of blurbs writers block is hitting everyone atm i think..
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