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#lovely wonderful hello and welcome back to necalli fuckin yapping in the tags bc im Annoyedâ˘#on today's menu: shitty coworker update and i can't find the shit i need#second part first: i somehow managed to lose both my glasses and my wallet in the span of three days and i have searched everywhere iâ#couldve possibly put/thrown/tossed them and nope they just arent there so ig i can't see long distances or pay w a card for anything#n e ways back to part one#my shitty coworker walked out today and took her shit from her locker#thats a win right? well no not right now at least#bc she mustve complained to HR or smth bc my manager left for the day then had to come back for another four hours dealing w shit for HR#and bc shes a Royal Bitch⢠when she took everything from her locker she literally only left her fuckin trash#she was so fuckin messy and her locker reflected that but she literally took her actual stuff and then left her literal trash in it#that bitch is so fucking petty and conniving that she took her training paperwork with her too#which was basically evidence that we trained her on literally everything and she just literally didnt want to or know how to do her job#n e ways#yeah so im uber annoyed rn lol
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sheâs so proud of herselfâŚ
#forgot all about this bonus till i rearranged my merch drawer earlier lmao#[âsighs and adds to the chizuchan raws folder]#[pokes ani.mate] still no vol 2 bonuses yetâŚ?#i hope thereâs a wholesome and/or funny vol 2 bonus to offset chapters 6 and 7 (delusional)#i dont think iâll tl the bonus manga (if thereâs actually one) for vol 2 thoughhhh. im still soooooo far behind on idolsengen#in fact im so far behind that i organised my merch drawer as a means of procrastination⌠s i g h s#though it seems that i have more mona merch than i thought lmao.#kinda thinking of tling the volume summaries of idolsengen thoughhhh. it never crossed my mind to do it till now tbh#(the summary bits at the back of the volumes arent included with the ebook)#but aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ani.mate bonus announcements w h e n#theyâre p consistent with bonuses soâŚ#all of the artistâs previous hw manga vols ([redacted] manga included) came with bonus manga soâŚ#a n d all 5 of idolsengenâs vols came with a bonus shikishi (s o b s) sooooooooo#no clue about the dolce manga though⌠that ended eons agoâŚ#but i gotta say⌠the dolce manga is kinda similar in vibes to the chizuchan manga#itâs all fun and games for a while then suddenly *the plot* hits you like a truck#especially with the fuuma-centric chapters at the end of each volume⌠the shirayuki siblings⌠man.#fuuma crossdressing to look like his sister to make her dream of becoming an idol come true (if only in appearance)âŚ#shiina being so loved by everyone around her and *so* close to becoming an idol herselfâŚ#and fuuma having to face the reality that he may not get to help his sister live out her idol dreams in the way he wants to for much longerâŚ#âŚyeah. i miss dolceâŚ#âŚno clue where im going with this bc this was supposed to be about chizuchan manga bonuses but hereâs where weâve ended up ig#anyways read the dolce manga. itâs good for your skin (lies)#(jk but the *plot* part of the dolce manga plot is heartbreaking. everyone should read it)#chizuchan manga đ¤ idolsengen đ¤ dolce manga: hw idol series manga with a hard-hitting *plot* underneath the frills and ribbons and silliness#(though granted idolsengen is usually only silly in the bonus chapters. thank you moge for your hard work)#o k thatâs enough thinking for 1 day; back to sobbing over the shirayuki sibs
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off coming to steam is cool + interested to see the new content but why r ppl saying off was hard to play beforehand pleaaase
#''where to play off'' into search bar and there it is#n e ways like i said very intrigued by there being new stuff in the remaster + how it'll be integrated bc theres whole new zones and bosses#and how itll change the story bc the 3 zones + guardians are like the crux of the narrative#im interested how you translate such a concise and compact story into something wider#+ mortis ghosts art style nowadays is veeeerrryy different than the one he had when off was released and from the one screen that was shown#it seems the new stuff will have that more cartoony style#so like i said itll be interesting to see how it's integrated. will it fit? will it feel super out of place?#i dunno! excited to find out though#i think the non remastered version will always have a special place with me though. i love you off#OH and im VERY interested to see if they'll change the combat at all. it seems they changed menus and such and OFF having well.#Lackluster. combat. is something ppl have talked about for forever and its genuinely a part of the games identity at this point#would an improved combat system even still feel like off? dunno!#.txt#ALSOOO it'll be really interesting how this game lands nowadays. off was very offbeat (heh) for the time it came out so im interested if#and how the narrative beats land in todays gaming landscape. a lot more games these days have 'wait are we the bad guy?'#moments so who knows if itll strike the same way it did back in fucking. 2008.#god has it really been that long...
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little pieces of x reader wips that aren't really x readers but could be if you'd like them to be
angsty one that i probably wont ever post in full but will of course be sharing little pieces of it as i continue to edit
it's a game of emotional support chicken, where one of you has to decide who's gonna back out of wrapping your arms around the other first. you wouldn't know it but corey pouts when you shut your eyes, letting all your tears dribble down your chin.
bittersweet one thats mostly bitter where reader & corey are slightly codependent biffles in colorado
you nod, because corey does look like he's in a movie. he's in a blazer you saw him dig out of a thrift storeâs dumpster, pants that don't fit him, and a shirt you remember him using as a pillow once. if this was all a movie, it'd be raining by now, and corey would look into your eyes with soppy blues and a pink nose. he'd be raising his fist in the air, marching to the dated soundtrack of his newfound identity, back turned to you, chin-first into the hustle and bustle of glorious iowa. as if either of you could point to it on a map. as if you wouldn't choose to sneak onto that bus with him, somehow, through the power of movie magic and sheer zest for adventure. if this was just a shitty john hughes flick, and not your best friend starting his life over- without you- you'd fast forward to ten years in the future where your lives just so happen to align again. probably.
#yuck.txt#looking back on the second one he most certainly would be able to point to it on a map. reader? probably not </3#i wanted to keep this locked in the bitter parts and have it be implied that reader n cobalt never see each other again#then i was like ouuhghuhh what if reader finds their way to a iowa era slipknot show and runs into him during one of his moods...#then i facking forgot. but i would like to do it if the first bit bummed me out too much#then again if it bummed out many people i would leave it like that đ muehehehe#also yall i cannot write romo/sexual x readers of corey as a guy i am sooo sorry#i really Really did try bc i figured well if i can write disasterbaiter then regular cmft? no problem E Z P Z#it was not E Z or P Z i started shaking and had to turn off my phone.#shoutout to the x readers who are true to 'canon' i gotta stick to my lady#which is so weird cuz i can read ??? x readers of him ??? that are ig romo or raunchy ??? cuz really i know the reader aint me#im just putting an oc in my mind in the position of the reader at that point#but damn. damn </3 i really tried. now yall get queer platonic angst. how do u like them apples#x reader
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the degenerates: out of context
#td:ex#rip to the dnd story i started & never finished.......#hi. i'm cleaning out my drafts. these have been sitting around collecting dust for like. a year. maybe two. idek#yk i want so badly to be a storyteller on here but like.#story posts are just not for me man.#i can do 10+ photos for an edit no problem but for a story post?#absolutely not. it's just exhausting to me. i don't know why#i do actually really like this story though & it is part of the canonverse so i'll still write it#i just probably won't post it? idk i might do stuff with the characters on here from time to time#uhh fun lil spoiler for the few who were invested in this story way back when#they all die at the end#all of them#that's how the campaign ends#i've had the ending planned since before i even started writing the story#man. maybe i should get back into writing it. ngl monster boyz has kinda taken over#both my blog & my brain lol#n e way i have an edit q'd for wednesday. it's from one of my mini AUs#ok bye#rainyrambles
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hello everyone! now that team picking is out i wanted to say that i am participating in artfight for the first time this year on team werewolves! (its the color blue. i love the color blue.)
you can find my profile here! https://artfight.net/~crescentfool
#lizzy speaks#lizzy does art#<- sort of! because the art on the left is new LOL#im very excited though! i've wanted a chance to draw more splatoon related stuff and i think art fight would be a great way to-#discover other peoples ocs. i mostly just want the additional practice idrc if i dont get attacked back or w/e#i feel kinda bad bc i wanted to focus on making stickers but then artfight came up so.. im shifting my goals 4 now lol#after artfight though.. nothing can stop me#art is a bit weird for me rn just because i've gotten such a huge surge of motivation back at the start of this month-#but at the same time there's a lot of projects and things i want to do that im like... uh how do One Commit#so im trying my best to take it one thing at a time!!! and i hope you all who are doing art stuff feel at peace with your process#also i feel like this should go w/o saying but i am not guaranteed to attack back but yknow#in my head im gonna do So Many Cool things for artfight but also a part of me knows i might just take a break to draw fan art n thats fine!#anyway bye i cant believe we're halfway through the year! can you believe it? yeah! me neither! explosion!
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#nah Iâm actually not even okay this fic is getting so serious#I donât usually write angst but like#thereâs so much to explore with it honestly#and Iâm writing a scene where jin Ling basically talks to Sihua like heâs talking to his dad and itâs jUST#b r e a k i n g me a bit lmaoo JUST A BIT#just a goddamn huge ass heart shattering bit akdjakjdakjd#ooooof this is gonna be really different from what I usually write yâall BUT#Iâm excited Iâm having a TON of fun fleshing this all out#itâs a lot more mature for sure#except for the parts with Jingyi bc heâs still a fucking gremlin even as a sect leader LOL#tho he does lovingly tear down Jin Lingâs ego in one of the scenes and itâs pretty lit ngl#even JL appreciates it đ#apple babble đ#fic musings#sorry but Iâm having SO MANY THOUGHTS just had to scream into the void a little#also meant suihua Iâm not going all the way back to correct it LMAO
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*When you sent a couple tumblr folks into a feral frenzy cause of an AU you have but you're in the middle of writing for a diffrent AU post*
Me:...idk if I should be extreamly proud or consernd
#lmao#n e ways#ima finish this one crossover post#then I'll come back and finish the second part of that one post#you shall be feed#its just im my drafts at moment#also#super glad you are enjoying my spidy AU#:)
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I know there's a common thing of "christians are christians because they haven't actually read the bible" but I actually grew up being told to read the entire bible once a year once I learned to read. I even had a NIV kids' one with a checklist that had you read a certain amount per day. I only ever read my daily amount when forced to by my youth group or family members that did read the whole thing once per year and even then I usually faked it until they left me alone
#and yes my family did believe the conspiracy that NIV bibles were deleting verses since they knew kids would read it over KJV#and they'd grow up reading said bible without learning all of Jesus's miracles or something#turns out#said verses were not missing but put into footnotes since they might not have actually been in the original writings#a lot of my older family dropped out of school p early#so the bible was one of the few things they could readily get and read#and they knew someone would teach them if they couldn't read a part of it#my grandfather was the first to graduate highschool and he was the 13th child out of 14 who lived#my father was first to graduate from college#my mom was the first to finish medical school#so I got super lucky to have family around me that valued education like that#tho they started to get very extreme after that and pushed me towards more and more academic things until I was ready to yeet myself#so reading the bible had a special place in my family both from the fundamentalist standpoint and from an academic standpoint#they were poor black folk in rural NJ GA and FL so#not much to do but have babies do manual labor and go to church especially back then#for a while my family's churches were even anti-ipad bibles#until they learned they could have the audio playing so the older folks that couldn't read all that well#either from lack of education or declining eye site#n e ways I hope y'all enjoyed my ramblings about intersectionality and bible reading#I did attempt it once but got super uncomfortable reading about sex and stuff like that in middle school#and started having terrible intrusive thoughts so I stopped#I also recognize that it's a Jewish tradition to read the entire Torah once a year I believe#And it resets either during Yom Kippur or Rosh Hashanah#my jewish found fam can correct me on that later#but I get wanting to read your holy book to make sure you know what's up and refresh your knowledge#idk maybe I'll write an undergraduate thesis about how the bible comforts black americans as a concept rather than a religion#ex christian#religious trauma
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YEAH NO TONBI GOT HANDS.......... my timing on suggesting it may be Questionable but I AM very glad it holds up as a movie :] hopefully the interview and We Make Antiques are fun diversions! But also take it easy <3 can confirm Nakai is Pretty Moe in both though <3 And I WILL harass you about Masato's VA next week...
TBF YOU SUGGESTED IT A WEEK OR SO AGO twas on me for taking a while to get to it... nevertheless i did really enjoy it thank you..... AND YAYA IM SO STOKED TO WATCH THE FULL INTERVIEW AND WMA2 THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN â*: .・. o(â§â˝âŚ)o .・.:*â!!!!!
esp cant wait to hear about masato's VA in the future.. đď¸đď¸
#snap chats#LISTEN i think we all just have to accept at this point any time there's a story about a doting father or fts a doting father#i will cry like its unavoidable. so whether my life's falling apart that week or everything's fine#There Will Be No Difference In How Much I Cry â ď¸â ď¸ im just built terribly what can i say it makes for GREAT inspo tho#tonbi WAS real cute tho and i did enjoy it a lot Because yasu did remind me of my dad a lot#very lucky to say my dad's never slapped me or thrown water in my face tho so LMAO BUT FOR THE MOST PART Yeah...#in a way it weirdly felt like watching an AU of my life. if i may sound insane. listen i already said the kid's name had me twisted LISTEN#fr tho cause ive always wondered what my life wouldve been like if i was able to be raised by my dad instead#im gonna make myself start crying if i get too deep into it LMAO NEEDLESS TO SAY i really enjoyed the movie :)#EVIL that they really did let us see akira get married and now yasu gotta give a speech and If He IS Anything Like My Dad#i know damn well he was winging it and didn't prep a script and I Will Start Crying if i think back to my sis's wedding#STILL MAD THAT THE ONE TIME I HAD TO PISS WAS RIGHT BEFORE HIS SPEECH BUT WHATEVER MOVING ON#said i wasnt gonna talk bout the movie/my dad anymore lest i make myself UPSET yet here i am... always saying more when i shouldnt â ď¸#but yeah... i have ONE (1) more comm this week Lest Someone Wants To Snipe A Spot IDK#SO im gon do that :]#and im kinda tired rn... but the uncertainty of how much time i have nowadays urges me to work on it a bit#i dont THINK it should take super long but it IS a full-rendered piece so.... it will take time needless to say#n e way not to sound insane but nakai is An Endearing Chap. is the most sane way i can put it#i mentioned it durin a stream but somethin bout him just naturally exudes cute... idk... im delirious probably ANYWAY BYE FR NOW#CANNOT WAIT for next week to be harassed đĽ°đĽ°
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The Past đ Atlas

I return to the table and set the drink down in front of Asher. He takes a sip and smiles, âMuch better, thank you.â
âNo problem,â I reply, sliding onto my stool. I try to lift my feet back onto the footrest, but something is off. I glance down curiously. Are our stools closer together than they were before? Subtle, I smile to myself, though the act doesnât completely surprise me. The energy has shifted between us since we hung out that day in his living room. While itâs true that we havenât had a chance to really chat much since then, there have been moments when we occupy the same space, when we have the opportunity to be close. Heâll stand next to me in our morning meetings, near enough that if I shift my weight, I can rest my arm against his, so I do. My body instantly relaxes when weâre touching. Sometimes I donât even realize how much tension Iâm carrying until I lean against him and feel it release.
Iâd assumed I was probably imagining things, that none of it was intentional on his part. He really is a very physical person by nature, and doesnât have much of a personal bubble, so it seemed reasonable that I was reading into it too much. But now with the stools, I think maybe it was intentional all along.

I suppose now I have to decide whether to scoot away or stay where Iâm at, not that I have to think about it too hard, more just an observation really. Without a word, I move my foot to the footrest on the side of Asherâs stool since it no longer fits on my own.
Realizing that I now have two drinks to finish instead of one, I take a large gulp of my beer, taking a moment to appreciate the warmth in my belly before stealing a glance at Ash whoâs gone surprisingly quiet while I chase my own random string of thoughts.
Heâs leaning forward on the table, propped up on one hand with the other wrapped around his drink, watching me.
âWhat?â I ask, suddenly feeling awkward.
âNothing. Youâre cute.â

Normally, a direct compliment like that would embarrass me, but with my anxiety slightly dampened under the weight of the alcohol, I feel relaxed, and I lean forward, matching his posture. My eyes drift down to the birthmark that starts at his jaw and trails down the side of his neck, disappearing into the black of his hoodie. I allow myself a moment to imagine what it would be like to kiss him there. To breathe him in and feel his pulse quicken beneath my lips.
I glance away briefly in an attempt to stop myself before my mind wanders too far in that direction. When I look back at him, the corner of his mouth is turned up into a half-smile that has now become familiar, and the second our eyes meet, he winks at me, immediately breaking my demeanor and causing my cheeks to burn. I laugh and sit up to finish my beer before swapping the glasses in front of me and starting on the one I stole from him earlier.

âThatâs never gonna get old, yâknow,â he takes a sip of his whiskey and then leans into me, âOkay, so, Iâm curious.â
âAbout what?â
âYou actually came out for a drink â which, they all told me you wouldnât, by the way â but you walked right past everyone and sat back here in the corner. Is it because you secretly hate them all? Or did you just want me all to yourself?â

I canât help but smile at that last bit, but I sidestep it and answer with a shrug, âAh, no, theyâre all fine. I just donât like big groups. I get agitated when there are lots of conversations going on at once, and it gets worse when everyone is drinking and loud. Itâs why I usually donât go out with everyone.â
âI see. So, whyâd you come out today?â
âBecause you asked me to.â
âAha, you did want me all to yourself!â
âWell, I wouldnât word it that way. It sounds so⌠possessive. But, yeah, I guess I did.â

âWell, youâve got me, so tell me something.â
âTell you what?â
âAnything. Tell me something about you that I donât know yet. Something that would surprise me.â
Oh god, heâs really putting me on the spot now, isnât he? I buy myself some time by taking a drink of my beer and then settle on what feels like the easiest. âAlright, um, I like to rock climb.â
âAhh, that explains it.â
âExplains what?â
âHow youâre that fit when you spend all day sitting at a desk. I was starting to wonder if you live at the gym on eighty-third.â
âWell, I kind of do. Iâm at the gym five days a week, and in the mountains every other weekend. Iâm training to climb Mt. Komorebi.â

âYou are?!â
âYeah.â
âLike the actual mountain. Youâre just gonna climb it.â
âYes,â I laugh, âIâm going to climb it.â
âWith who?â
âUm, my sister and her boyfriend. And Kiyoshi, heâs done it before, so heâs leading us.â
âWell, shit,â he takes a sip of his drink, shaking his head as if he still doesnât quite believe it, âOkay, yeah, you surprised me.â
âYour turn then.â
âIâm gonna need another drink first. You want one?â
Since Iâm training, Iâm supposed to keep alcohol consumption to a minimum, but now that I have a buzz, Iâm feeling far more relaxed and cheerful than usual, and I want to hold on to this feeling a little longer, so I tell him, âSure, just one more,â a sentence Iâll likely repeat multiple times tonight if past experience has taught me anything.

While Ash goes up to the bar to get us another round of drinks, I notice that the group of our co-workers is getting up to leave. I can only imagine what they must be thinking or saying about us right now. I couldnât care less, though. Let them say what they want. A couple of them look over and wave goodbye, so I raise my hand and give a small wave in return.

Ash comes back with our drinks and says goodbye to a few of them before sitting down. Once theyâre out of earshot, he nudges my arm and says quietly, âMost of them are intimidated by you, yâknow.â
âSeriously?â
âYep.â
âWhy?â
âI donât know. Probably because youâre really good at what you do. And you just sit back there all brilliant and serious all the time.â
âBut you donât think Iâm intimidating?â
âNah, I think youâre sweet.â

I give him a small smile, noticing the compliments that have started to pile up. Oddly enough, they feel sincere, and Iâm not quite sure what to do with that, but, thanks to the alcohol, the filter between my thoughts and my words has started to dissolve and I say, âI see. So, Iâm cute and fit and brilliant and sweet?â
He chuckles softly, looking embarrassed, âYeah. Yeah, you are. And, as long as weâre keeping track, youâre funny too. Sometimes.â

âSometimes,â I laugh quietly, more to myself than anything as I remember that first moment we met. And then I look down, down to where I feel his hand come to rest on my leg, the heat of it warming my thigh.


âIs that okay?â He asks, âDo you want me to move my hand?â
I look up into his eyes and shake my head slightly, âNo. No, itâs okay.â I lick my lips and watch his eyes flick down to my mouth and back up again, and for a brief moment I think heâs going to lean in and kiss me. Or maybe not. Maybe I imagined it. Or maybe he got nervous and changed his mind. Iâm not sure. But, instead, he reaches over and takes a sip of his drink.

As I watch him, it occurs to me that heâs cleverly kept the conversation focused on me the whole time, so I place my hand on top of his, as if to reiterate that I donât want him to move it, and say, âSo, you never told me.â
Looking confused, he asks, âTold you what?â
âSomething about you that I donât know.â
âOh, that,â he grins up at me, âI wonât be able to top climbing a mountain.â
âThatâs okay, itâs not a competition,â I assure him, âIt doesnât have to be anything big or surprising. I just want to learn something new about you.â

His grin stretches wider, reaching his eyes. He pulls the corner of his lip between his teeth, chewing on it as he considers his answer, and I run my thumb over the back of his hand while I wait patiently. Finally, he takes a breath, having made a decision, âOkay. I have an idea for a video game, and Iâve been working on it for the last, I donât know, three or four years. Storyboarding it and sketching it out, the world, characters, environment, everything.â
âReally?â I ask, intrigued, âCan I see it?â
âDepends.â
âOn what?â
âThe thing is, Iâm an artist, not a developer. The mechanics and the code, I basically only know enough to make a real mess of things.â
âWhat about Lex?â
âYeah, sheâs good. But youâre better.â

âAre you asking me to code your game?â
âOnly if you want to. If you donât, thatâs okay. But, I donât know, it could be fun.â
âWell, I canât agree without knowing anything about it. For all I know, your idea is shit.â
He laughs at that, nodding, âFair enough. It probably is.â He takes a moment to finish his drink, crunching down on a piece of ice, and then turns back to me, âOkay, long version or short version?â
Itâs getting late, but I have no intention of ending the night anytime soon, so I say, âLong version.â

âGood. There is no short version,â he admits, his face is already lighting up the way it does when he talks about things he loves, making me all the more excited to hear this idea of his. âSo, when I was in collegeââ
âWhere?â I ask, cutting him off already.
âOh, um, the Brindleton Bay School of Design.â
âNice. Okay, sorry, go on.â
âRight, so I was studying architecture for a bit because it was a weak area of mine, and itâs good knowledge to have because you never know what youâre going to be asked to create in gaming, yâknow.â
âIs that what you always wanted to do, be a game artist?â
âNot always. When I was younger, I wanted to write graphic novels.â
âReally?â
âYeah. I only ever finished one, though. And once I finished it, I never really got the same inspiration to write another, and then I started getting into digital art and, like, 3D modeling and stuff.â

âDo you still have it? The one you finished?â
âOf course. Itâs locked away at my parentsâ house.â
âCan I read it sometime?â
âNo,â he shakes his head, âitâs, um, too personal. I like you, but I donât know you that well yet.â
âFair enough. Anyway, sorry again, you were studying architecture.â
âYeah, and I got really into it, like obsessed.â
âLike the aspens?â

âOh, so much more than the aspens. Thereâs just so much, yâknow. It made me want to create these whole worlds that are set in different places and in different time periods, right. And then I wanted to bring them all together somehow, so I got this idea for a video game where you have this character who travels through time in their dreams, to each of these worlds, and each one is like a level with its own story and objective, and theyâre each like a piece of the puzzle of the overarching story of this characterâs life. And, like, the world they visit in their dreams each night would be determined by the choices made during their waking hours, right, so the story itself can change depending on how you play. And I know itâs a lot, but I know I can design it, Iâll just never be able to make it functional. Iâve tried to learn how to code, but my brain just doesnât work that way. And now Iâm rambling, but I canât stop talking because now Iâm nervous to hear what you think. Actually, donât tell me yet. Do you want one more drink?â

My cheeks hurt from smiling as I listen to him, completely mesmerized by the passion in his voice, and the way the energy is practically vibrating around him. I donât think Iâve ever met anyone like him. And I certainly donât want this night to end, so I say, âYeah, just one more.â

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â¨I have to give a MASSIVE thank you to @herecirmsims for making the poses for this scene!! They are absolutely perfect đ I am always in awe of your talent and creativity, and you've been so lovely and kind, I just adore you! Words cannot express how grateful I am! These boys are so special to me and it means the world to be able to bring these moments to life for them! đ
#cw alcohol#it's another long one today guys#i just hate splitting these moments up and losing the vibes yknow#but it's the last super long one for a while#i mean.. as long as we agree that super long means anything over 2000 words lol#but i promise we'll be checking in with everyone else next week#i'm just being super indulgent with this chapter and don't want to break it up#i'm sure you understand đđŠľ#also if evan looks like they're giving atlas weird side-eye it's cos they are#someone's jealous#thanks to ww doing what it does best and my brain deciding to make a storyline out of it#it's now a whole thing#but this part is already so chaotic that i can't add in another thing#so i'm just sneaking bits into my screenshots to amuse myself#sorry evan.. you are v sweet but it's not gonna happen babe#n e way i've rambled enough#back to our regularly scheduled tags#ts4#ts4 simblr#ts4 story#sims 4#sims 4 storytelling#sims 4 challenge#starsignchallenge#starsignlegacychallenge#gen1 aries#aries pt4#past#atlas stephens#asher goode
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â come on and show me
[part ii | part iii | masterlist]
logan howlett x f!reader x wade wilson
rated e - 5.5k
tags: Logan POV, MMF threesome, jealous!logan, reader is wade's girl, mutual pining/crushes all around, voyeurism, dirty talk, open relationship, oral sex, fingering, Logan doms both of them, 69ing, fucklicking, ball worship, come eating, PiV
a/n: I want them to kiss and I also want them to kiss reader to here this is! đ
Right now, all he can hear is Wade running his goddamn mouth. Drowning out the sounds you make - so fuckinâ pretty, and the prick is too busy listening to himself to appreciate it.
Thereâs one thing that Logan knows for sure - and itâs that Wadeâs not doing it right. Not like he would.
(or - Logan tries to shut Wade up, and it doesnât quite go as expected)
Logan can hear Wade from here.
Running that goddamn mouth already, and the sunâs only barely up.
Can hear you, too. The little whimpers that you try bite back. He can imagine the way your teeth sink into your lip - the thought has him shifting in his chair, breakfast forgotten.
So fuckinâ pretty, and the prick is too busy listening to himself to appreciate it.
Knows he could make you even louder, too. Itâs almost like heâs at the mansion again, looking at another toy he canât touch.
What a waste.
The sounds crescendo, the chanting of a name layered with that endless babble that makes his teeth grind, before the sound breaks.
Trying not to look interested when the door opens a few minutes later. Snatching up the newspaper thatâs been sitting on the cluttered tabletop for a month now, flicking it open.
Ignoring how Wade strolls out, adjusting the waistband on a pair of grey sweats that are hanging way too low on his hips for comfort.
Rummaging around for a bottle of water, the glow of the fridge illuminating the curve of his ass. The cut of the pants look familiar, Logan's eyes narrowing as he wonders if those are his missing pair-
The edge of the paper flicking up again into place again, just as Wade stretches - bending further, before the bottle is snatched from the back.
Logan huffs.
âHey roomie,â Wade hums, flicking the cap at him. It sails through the air, disappearing into his forgotten cup of coffee with a little 'plunk', âDonât let me interrupt that killer Ed Tom Bell impression youâve got going on, just hydrating for round two.â
âOoh,â A cock of his hip, as he turns - head tilting as he thinks, âDoes that make me Josh Brolin? God, I love him.â
âThatâs all?â Loganâs eyebrows lift as he sneers - ignoring another reference he doesnât understand, âBeen going at it for a while.â
As soon as he says it, he regrets it. Opening himself up for an attack. He can already hear the sing-song response at the admittance that heâs been listening.
Screwing the Pavlovian pooch, with the way that he's more than aware that his dickâs half-hard. The result of taking care of himself one too many times - an attempt at getting himself back to sleep, pretending that he isnât jerking himself off to the beat of the frame that bangs against the walls.
Luckily, Wade zeros in on the exact wrong part. Sputtering, as water drips down his chin, âThatâs all? What do you mean, thatâs all?â
âYou heard me,â The paper crinkles in his fist, âIn fact, Iâm surprised you even got round one off. Much less that sheâs sticking around for another.â
âYou wound me, and yet, flatter.â Wadeâs hand flattens over his heart, âI never knew you thought about me like that.â
âI havenât been thinking about you, you ass,â Logan snarls, teeth bared, âI just know that if youâre talking, then youâre not doing it right.â
Wade grins at that, teeth scraping over his lower lip as they stretch wide.
Eyes flicking over his form, assessing in a way that has Logan bristling - voice going syrupy-smooth, âIs that right? You think you can do better, mutton chops?â
The breath he inhales is ragged. That feeling back again - an urge to curl his hand around Wadeâs throat, and squeeze.
âYeah,â Logan growls out, âYeah, I fucking do.â
The table shakes as Wade plops himself down on the edge, a leg crossing over the other. Interest gleaming in his eyes as his head tilts towards the bedroom door.
âAlright. Bring on the magic tricks, Angier.â His hands splay wide, wiggling, âGonna show me how to make your fingers disappear?â
Logan glares, his eyes flicking down to where the fleece pulls across his hips.
âRight.â He spits, âLike youâve got another in you?â
âHey now, pookums. Marvel Jesus, remember?â Wadeâs hand makes a sweeping gesture in front of his crotch, âJust give me three minutes and Iâll have risen.â
âThatâs disgusting.â Logan barks, âAnd get off the table.â
If anything, it makes Wade sit harder. His legs pivoting until he can spread his thighs on either side of the paper, ankles dangling off the edge.
âDisgusting?â His tone pitches up, âSays the man thatâs rocking a stiffy. Gonna jerk it at the breakfast table when I leave? You know Blind Al eats there.â
The paper twitches reflexivity in his hands, and Wadeâs smile pulls wider as Logan shoots him a death glare, lips curling over teeth.
âWhy the fuck would I do something like that?â
Wade hums, âCall it an educated wish.â
âCall it an educated get-the-fuck-out-of-here.â Logan scoffs. His eyes flicking towards the bedroom, the door still shut, âYouâre talking like she wants this.â
Wadeâs finger presses at the edge of the newspaper heâs hiding behind, and Logan bats his hand away.
Heâs still not gotten used to all the skin, he doesnât know where to look. The slightest shift back in his chair, but heâs already pressed up against the wall.
âOh please, as if we donât take turns roleplaying as you,â Wade sighs longingly, âThis would be a wet dream come true.â
His eyes narrow then, as his tongue runs across his lip. Voice dropping again, coaxing.
âLook,â Wade says it like heâs leveling with him - talking man-to-man,âIf you wanted to fuck her, peanut, all you had to do was ask.â
And for a moment, Logan truly considers it. Not just the fantasy thatâs been playing through his head for weeks.
Weirder shit has happened, he supposed.
Heâs already been claw-deep into Wadeâs guts. A brawl in that shitty van that lasted until morning. Bound tip-to-tip in the void for god knows how long.
Getting walked in on in the bathroom at least twice in the last month. A gleeful âmind if I cut in?â, before Loganâs fist is sending him into the vanity.
The last time it took a full week to get the sink fixed.
Not to mention that Wade apparently seems so certain that his clothes were now their clothes.
So fucking keen on sharing.
So it wasnât a stretch to think he might want to share you, too.
Thereâs something caught between his teeth, heavy on his tongue. About to loosen, when the door is opening.
Swallowing them down as you step through, thighs bare under a too-big t-shirt. Arms wrapping around Wadeâs shoulders as your lips press against his cheek.
âThought you were coming back, Red.â You coo. Drawn out by the sound of bickering as you had basked in your afterglow.
âMorning, Logan.â A smile sent his way after, turning sheepish, âYouâre up early. Hope we didnât wake you.â
He grunts in reply. Pretending there wasnât a little jolt in his stomach at the sound of his name. That he hadnât been thinking about spreading you across this table, lifting the hem of your shirt up-
If heâd been in your bed, no one would have had to wonder.
The whole damn floor wouldâve been woken up.
âHe thinks I fuck bad, so Iâm gonna prove heâs wrong,â Wade adds in, cheerfully, âThat okay with you, gorgeous?â
Logan glares over the top of his paper. A rough clearing in his throat as your eyebrows lift, glancing his way.
He hadnât really meant to bring you into this, or at least, thatâs what heâs telling himself.
That eye contact dropping, as you lean into Wade, your chin propped on his shoulder, âIs that right? How are you going to do that?â
Loganâs answer comes out flat, as he examines an ad in the bottom corner of the page,âIâm not doing anything.â
Wade sighs, his head knocking back against your shoulder.
âCome on, Wolvie. I would love for you to prove me wrong,â He needles, digging deep, âPut your money where my cock should be.â
Logan still doesnât look up, âNot interested, Iâm busy.â
The sigh that pulls from his lungs is long, a near-whine.
âWhat, with reading?â He exclaims, âJesus you really are old. The retirement home called, theyâre missing a resident.â
Loganâs eyes snap up now, narrowing, âFuck. Off.â
With a sigh, Wade fucks off. Legs curling, until heâs rolling off the table. Your hand fitting in his, a water bottle tucked under your arm as you head back towards the room.
âThe offer still stands!â He calls.
A beat, before you turn.
âLogan?â You call, as heâs helpless - his eyes pulling away. Drawn to you.
A little wink sent his way. Your finger gesturing towards his chest, as you smile.
âYour paperâs upside down.â
Loganâs still not quite sure how he got here. His feet moving on his own, fingers catching the bedroom door just as it starts to close.
Almost backing out when he sees the look of Wadeâs face, pleased as fucking punch.
Standing by the edge of the bed now, as you kneel on it in front of him. Fingers slipping across his chest - curious, with the way your eyes flicker over his face. Eager, though you hide it well.
âSo what exactly did you tell Wade to get him so worked up?â Your fingers twine around his neck, as his find your hips.
He hums at that - flicking towards his roommate before they find yours again.
âAll I said was that if I can hear his mouth running from out there,â Loganâs fingers dent into soft skin, tugging you closer, âHe canât be doing a good job.â
Thereâs a shift off to the side. Wade sinking down into the beanbag chair he pulled up,âCan you believe that? As if I donât have a good grade in my oral and my dickabilties.â
âA gold star, babe.â You shoot him a tender smile, before they focus on Logan again. Shoulder lifting, as your grin grows, âI mean, Merc with a Mouth, right? Seems like part of the package.â
He huffs, eyes dropping to your lips.
âYou think itâs good,â Loganâs tone is almost pitying, âBut itâs only because you havenât had better.â
That pulls a gasp from your throat, eyebrows lifting.
âYeah, I think youâre trying to emasculate me, but honestlyâŚâ Wadeâs hand splays wide over his crotch, âSploosh.â
âSploosh.â You echo softly, and he can feel you shift closer. Can smell the fresh curl of arousal that heats your skin, as his hands ghost higher. A small smile, as your head tilts, âSo you just all talk then, orâŚâ
âNo.â Logan scoffs, âNo, Iâm not.â
He closes the gap, more certain now. Mouth pressing against yours, as you squeak - tense in his arms, until you go liquid.
Soft tits pressed to his chest as his tongue sweeps against your lips. Swallowing a pretty moan as they part for him, his own groan rumbling in his chest as his hands wander.
Slipping down, ghosting against skin. Feeling the goosebumps that rise, as he draws circles against your hip. His name whimpered, and it shoots straight to his cock.
Not even a heartbeat, before the chatter begins.
âBet your pussyâs wet already, isnât it baby?â He coos, âA kiss like that, itâs even got me a little worked up. And Iâm just producing this show.â
Loganâs eyes crack open as he glares, âYouâre not producing shit, asshole.â
âOoh, I bet you SO wish you worded that in a different way-â
You huff against his mouth, your touch guiding him back. The thought lingers, curiosity burning. Letting his fingers toy with the hem of your shirt, knuckles brushing your thigh.
Tracing around to the curve of your ass, his wide palm splaying out, then squeezing against bare flesh.
âIs he right?â He rasps, his lips brushing against yours. Half-hating that heâs letting Wade get in his head, but the thought-
You gasp again, and his teeth flash with his smirk, âAre you wet for me already, sweetheart?â
âSheâs been since she first saw you. Goddamn Niagara Falls,â Wadeâs voice has softened - teasing now, âIsnât that right, gorgeous?â
An amused shake of your head, as something silent passes between them. Logan doesnât pretend to know how your relationship works - other than the fact that Wade was willing to do anything to save this world for you.
And that thereâs something inside him that tightens - a flicker in his belly - whenever he looks at you. Whenever Wade flirts with him. That sharp annoyance from their meeting slowly bleeding out with each day goes by.
Something else taking root, the more time he spends with both of you. Heâs not good with his emotions. Doesnât want to name that ache when he saw you together.
A silent wish, with his shifting daydreams. With the jerk of his fist in the morning. Imaging you in his bed, at first. And then, more - two sets of hands. Two mouths at his cock, and then heâs suddenly coming harder than he has before.
Heâs become greedy, the more you both give him.
âShow me.â Itâs a command, soft and low.
Logan can feel your thighs press together, that little squirm. Tucking this new discovery away as you lean back, eyes dark with desire.
The briefest hesitance, before your fingers loosen from him. Slipping down, under the hem of your shirt. The nails on your other hand bite into his shoulder as you sigh - two fingers gliding through the wet folds of your pussy.
Pulling them back for him to see. Glistening, your arousal stringing between them. His hand is already curling around your wrist. No resistance as he tugs - guiding your fingers past his lips as they part.
Sucking the sweet taste of you as he groans, deep in his chest. Eyes fixed on yours so he can see the way yours widen, feeling how your fingers flex against the swipe of his tongue.
âLogan.â You sigh his name, and it only makes his moan - eyes shutting as you press down against his tongue. The need slipping into your voice, pleading.
âI wanna feel your mouth. Show me, too,â You sigh, as you slip from him, âShow me what you meant.â
Christ, heâs been aching for this. Eager to drown himself in your pussy, if youâd let him.
Thereâs a sharp clap that forces his eyes open. Wadeâs enthusiasm as he drags the bag closer, chin cradled in his hands.
âYeah, Logan. You gonna show us your dickabilites, or what?â
He shoots him a withering look. Softening before he turns to you, his chin tipping up.
âLay back on the bed for me, sweetheart.â
You listen so sweetly, and it makes his cock throb. A quick dart of your eyes over to your boyfriend, who only nods.
âTake that off, baby,â Wade coos, âShow him how pretty you are.â
Heâs not sure when he started letting Wade make orders, but for once heâs not wanting to argue about his suggestions.
Because fuck, you are pretty. No arguing with that.
Letting his eyes sweep over every inch that is revealed, as you lift the hem of your shirt. The curve of your hips, your soft tits that he canât wait to get his mouth on.
Baring yourself, as you lean back against the pillows. His eyes are fixed on your cunt, already fitting himself between your thighs. Fingers reaching - ready to part you open. Taste you himself, bury his tongue inside you.
Your hand reaches out, pushing against his shoulder.
âWait, you too.â You pout, âLetâs play fair, okay?â
He huffs, lips quirking. Hands catching the hem as he tugs his own shirt off, Wade diving for it as he tossed it towards the floor.
Twin gasps rise, and if he was a much younger man, he may have blushed.
âFuck.â Wade groans, a hand dropping down his crotch and squeezing.
Youâre already leaning forward, a hand flattening against his skin. A soft "wow" slipping from your lips - feeling the way his muscles jump as you slide over his pecs, the thick hair covering them.
A hand hooking around his shoulder - a smirk hidden as you tug him down on top of you.
Soft, beneath him. Those needy whines he loves so much caught between your teeth as he noses at your neck. Teeth nipping at skin, an urge to leave a mark for later.
That cry finally loosened as he moves down. Teeth and tongue biting and soothing at the tight peaks of your nipples. Broad hands cupping and squeezing, liking the way they fit in his palms. The way you moan, arching into his touch.
âGive me more of that,â He murmurs against your skin, "I want to hear you."
Your body tensing beneath his when he settles between your thighs. They have to spread, to fit his shoulders. Opening you up, putting you on display.
Watching how you clench - a throaty chuckle as his thumb presses just shy of your folds. Tugging you open, seeing how your skin glistens with slick already.
âPretty fucking sight, you know that?â His eyes flip up to yours.
Youâre propped up on your elbows. Teeth sinking into your lip, breath held as your eyebrows slant in anticipation. Lips parting with his words, a minute shift of your hips.
âYou should see it when itâs stuffed full. Boston cream's got nothing on her."
Thereâs an embarrassed groan of his name. Logan ignores him - letting his thumb rub against the tight nub of your clit, instead. Your word turning into a sharp, inhaled breath.
Teasing, each circle achingly slow. Aware of the two sets of eyes on him, burning his skin. A low ache in his belly, his glaze fixing on yours, watching as you inhale as his mouth lowers.
A soft lick, tongue lapping against your slit. Tasting you more thoroughly, dragging against soaked skin, as his fingers tease at your entrance.
Focusing on your clit, tight flicks with his tongue. Letting his lips suck on the tight bud, as he sinks down to one knuckle, then another. A second finger slipping in once you get used to him, making room for himself as he scissors you open.
He can hear the soft, wet sound of your cunt, with each plunge of his fingers. Flexing and curling them until he can feel you clamp down.
The quiet sounds you make - soft breaths and gasps - turning louder. Panting now, as you whine. Hips lifting to meet the curl of his tongue, until he pulls back.
âShould be hearing this,â Logan grits out. A quick glance towards Wade as his fingers pound into you, âNot you talking out of your ass.â
Thereâs silence for a long moment, the words coming out distracted.
âYou talk about my ass an awful lot for a man who pretends he's not interested,â Wade manages, slowly, âYou change your mind about that, too?â
His breath shallow, as Logan growls in annoyance. Attention returning back to you. Fingers working faster, head dropping again to tongue at your clit.
A leg hooks over his shoulder - a heel digging into his back, tugging him closer. Logan loses himself - growling into your pussy. His own hips pressing down into the bed, as he tugs at his belt and button, relieving the too-tight ache of denim.
Feeling how you leak against his palm, tighten around his fingers. Chase that winding pleasure as you arch into his mouth. A hand drifting off the bed, reaching. Grasping.
âLogan.â Youâre begging again, pleading. For more, for anything. For him not to stop, and he leans into the way you tug at his hair, guiding him to the right spot.
You come with your fingers entwined with Wadeâs. With your thighs clamped against Logan's ears as he rips a cry from you - long and loud - threatening to suffocate him.
Would be the way heâd choose to die, if he could.
The sounds come flooding back, as your thighs loosen. Boneless and languid, your smile wide as your fingers trace his scruff, the sharp curve of his jaw.
Perhaps he was wrong, to think he could silence Wade entirely. Your orgasm has only made him more vocal - complaints about how âfucking hard he isâ mixing with rambling praise.
âWilson.â He finds himself growling. Beckoning with two fingers, as Wade practically springs from the bag.
âOh my GOD,â Wade is gushing, clambering onto the bed with him, âThis is way better than joining the Avengers. Even if they do have Thor.â
âHuge praise.â You smile drunkenly, pushing yourself up to press your mouth against his.
And under his direct instructions, Logan finds that Wade almost listens.
âGet on your back,â He points, as you scooch to make room.
"Ooh, dirty." Wade grins, splaying out on his back, hands tucked under his head.
âNo,â Logan makes a frustrated sound - ignoring another comment. A twirl of his finger, âThe other way.â
His head is cradled near your hips now, legs stretched out toward the pillows.
Loganâs next words are a growl, âNow, clean her up.â
Wade groans, as he catches up.
âFuck.â He whines, âYeah. Come here, baby.â
Hands guiding you into place, your knees framing his head, as you face towards the headboard. Wadeâs mouth already tipping up to meet you, a soft moan as his tongue swipes against your slit.
âI donât want to hear you until she comes.â Logan rasps, and he can see the way Wadeâs hips lift.
Just now catching the darkened fabric, where it tents.
Another thing to catalog.
Content for now to let his hands drift as he stands behind you at the edge of the bed, his chest pressing to your back. Sucking a mark in the hollow under your ear, feeling the buzz of your whine against his lips.
Hands cupping your breasts again, feeling their weight. Pinching at the tight peaks, before his thumb is smoothing over them.
Your eyes are blown wide, fingers curling against your thighs. Panting as the overstimulation tips towards pleasure, the feel of the sweet mouth below you soft and familiar.
Shifting as you sit, rocking back to where Loganâs cock presses against your lower back. His hands tugging at the zipper, shoving his jeans down as he works himself free. Kicking them off, after.
You gasp when you see him from over your shoulder, and he canât help the way he twitches in his hand at the sound. Canât pretend he isnât leaking from tasting you, his cock heavy as he lets go to let it hang between his thighs.
âFuck, thatâs not fair.â Itâs muffled, and you hum in agreement as Wade lifts you to get a better look, âGod didnât make you perfect enough as-is? Just had to make you proportional, you goddamn stallion.â
A derisive sound as his arm wiggles out from under you, fingers reaching.
âAnd Jesus H. Christ, look at the girth-â
Logan bats his hand away.
It should annoy him. That Wade isnât listening. That heâs commenting on his cock - but it doesnât.
Canât help but think that in here, in this room, the chatter isnât so bad. Would never admit that heâs wrong, just that when heâs admiring and not on a dumb-as-fuck tangent, itâs almost - flattering.
Maybe thatâs too far. Tolerable, perhaps.
âYou want my mouth?â You offer sweetly, breaking into his thoughts. Hungrily.
Thereâs a flash of white teeth as Logan smiles. A hand pressing gently against your back, until youâre stretched out over Wade.
âNo. Iâm still gonna fuck you, baby.â He rasps, âJust wanted a little peace and quiet while doing it.â
You moan, thighs inching wider. Head turned so you can watch the way he moves behind you. Adjusting your hips until your ass is in the air, his fingers gripping the base of his cock as he lines himself up.
âKeep going, Wilson.â He grits out, when the man goes still beneath them.
A rough chuckle rattles.
âNot a fucking chance, human tripod. I am SO watching this.â
Fuck it. He lets him.
Letting the tip of his cock press against your entrance. Wadeâs arms curling around your thighs, holding you in place as you string tight above him.
âGod, itâs even bigger from this angle. Feels like Iâm in a goddamn eclipse right now.â
âWhy do you sound surprised, babe?â Your voice is strained. Face buried against Wadeâs stomach, fingers curled in the sheets, âI thought you guys fucked in the void.â
That fleeting curl of warmth leaves him.
âWe what?â Logan growls, leaning back to glare at the peek of dark brown eyes, the top of a bald head he wants to slap.
Teeth bared, as he snarls, âWe didnât fuck. I beat the shit out of him in a goddamn van.â
âAll night long.â Wade laughs - and then sighs fondly, âAnd isnât that just the same thing?â
Fingers encircle his cock from below before he can retort, squeezing. A tug as he guides him into the tight clench of your pussy, and Logan thinks he really should just shove his claws into Wadeâs dick.
But that desire bleeds away, as you stretch around him. The twin groans from beneath him, the sounds blending together.
âOh,â You moan, clenching around him. Back arching, as he slips in another inch, âMakes sense. Was⌠was just wondering why it took you so long to join us.â
Logan goes still for a moment, with this new information. A realization that he could have had this the whole time, if he had asked.
That Wade hadnât been joking before.
He groans, hips snapping forward. A grunt below as your knees squeeze against Wadeâs throat, but from the way you squirm, Logan can tell that his mouth is at work again.
Teasing at your clit, as his own hips slowly start to move. Feet planting on the bedroom floor as his hands fit against your waist.
Using the leverage to drive himself deep. Hips flush as his balls slap against your skin, growing sticky with your release.
âThis is hot, this is so fucking hot,â Wade groans, babbling as he sucks in a breath, âIâm so going to jerk my dick raw thinking about this later.â
And with the reminder, he supposes he can throw his roommate a bone.
âCome on, baby,â Logan rasps - reaching. A little nudge against your chin, angling your head, âLooks like he needs a little help.â
Itâs benevolent. Itâs selfish - his fingers biting into skin as you realize what he means. Watching as you tug at the waistband of Wadeâs sweatpants, pushing them down.
The man moans, from between your thighs. Sweet nothings mumbled as your hand wraps around his cock, angling it into your waiting mouth.
Watching how the leaking tip presses into your cheek. The buck of his hips as you fist moves, while you suck - your spit slicking up his cock.
It looks like the rest of him. Mottled skin, the tip flushed a deeper shade of red. Long and thick in your hand - Loganâs cock throbbing at the way you swallow him down, how your lips part to make him fit.
His pace picking up. Pounding into your tight, wet cunt as Wade groans against your clit. Tongue lapping and licking, winding you higher as Logan drives you towards a second.
Slowly drifting, as the flicks of his tongue grow longer. The tip pressing against your folds, as you groan around his cock.
Further down. Tasting the tang of your release - the salt of skin where youâre split open, stretched wide.
And then further. Logan jerks, as something wet drags along his shaft.
âWade.â It comes out as a rough growl. Pitching into a huffing whine when it happens again, flattening against the heavy weight of his balls.
Choking him, as his rhythm stutters. Hips flexing into you as he grinds himself flush, teeth gritting.
âFuck.â Itâs hushed, pulled from his lungs.
Having to find himself again - hold back the urge to come right that second - as you squirm beneath him. Wadeâs tongue traveling from your clit to the tight seam of his sack, his hips rocking in your mouth.
Finding a rhythm together, Loganâs head tilting back. The room filled with lewd sounds of their joining, of wet mouths and the rhythmic pounding of the headboard against the wall.
Lucky that Al was out for the morning, or else theyâd never hear the end of it.
Your cries pitch up, as his cock drags against the spot his fingers found. Something clenching deep in his guts, eyes dragging down to how you look wrapped around him. The pink peek of tongue beneath, how the combination makes his toes curl.
Imagining another morning. Sharing you in another way, his cock buried in your ass while your lover fills your cunt. Whimpering between them, unable to form words.
The sound you make now are not that different - the cadence of your panting is one heâs coming to recognize.
âYou close, sweetheart?â He rasps, arcing over you, âCan feel your pussy clenching around me. So fucking tight, canât wait to feel you come all over my cock.â
It pulls a moan from you, head lifting from Wadeâs cock. Resting against his stomach, as your hand wraps around him. The jerk of your fist messy, off rhythm.
âYeah, you are.â Logan hums, as his hips rut into you, âCome on, Wilson. Make our girl come.â
Thereâs a rough groan. Wade listens for once, head tilting to suck at your clit. Logan concentrating on the angle that makes you cry out, a hand fisting in the sheets.
Their names a mumbled mess on your lips, as youâre yanked higher and higher. Your moans pitching up, growing louder.
Just like his dreams. Even better, really.
âPlease,â You whine, âIâm, Iâm-â
A high-pitched gasp, then, as your face buries against Wadeâs hips. As your pussy clamps down around his cock, fluttering with the steady saw of his hips.
âGood fucking girl.â The praise is soft, as his thumbs rub circles against your skin, âThatâs it, let him taste how sweet you are.â
Working together, the tight licks against your clit going lazy again. Dipping to your entrance to taste your release against his shaft, Wadeâs cock leaking and bobbing against his stomach.
Drawing out your pleasure, until the stars fade from your half-lidded eyes. Until the rushing in your veins ebb, and the pulse around his cock fades.
A low sigh, before Loganâs reaching - his chin tucking against your shoulder. His hand curling around yours, guiding it back to Wade's cock.
âDonât forget about him.â Another command, but gentle this time. His hand moving with yours, palm mapping your knuckles as he sets a rhythm, âThere you go.â
He could let go. Youâve found yourself again, eyes hazy. But he keeps his hand there. Keeps a pace that is so much firmer than your own, his own hips matching the rhythm as he chases his own end.
Wadeâs groan replaces yours. A hand leaving your thigh to wrap around his, biting down hard into muscle. It only drives him deeper into you. Loganâs own moan bitten back as the tongue against his dick slips against his sack again.
Then against the thin layer of skin just behind, teasing.
âFuck.â Itâs a rough growl.
His hand works faster, teeth gritting. Feral sounds caught in his throat, as the pressure in his belly grows.
The last thing he sees before he comes is the drips of white against his knuckles. The warmth, a ragged groan against the inside of his thigh. Your mouth closing around to catch the rest, taking Wadeâs cock into your throat with a soft sigh.
It robs him of his breath. A shuddering moan, as he grinds himself deep. Spilling into you again and again with each pulse of his cock, blood rushing in his ears.
Legs threatening to give as he empties himself, as his chest presses flush against your back. His face buried in your hair, as your tongue traces his knuckles. Cleaning them, as he did for you.
When he can, Logan eases from you with a grunt. Watching how you gape, then clench, now empty.
A bead of his release welling up, dripping against your skin. You go to move, but Wadeâs hands curl around your calves - pulling you flush.
Itâs hard to look away, as he licks away Loganâs come. A sharp ache of desire with the sound of a needy groan, as his tongue dipping inside.
Maybe Wade doesnât have such a bad mouth, after all.
Loganâs arm is numb, but he canât bring himself to move. Canât remember a time when heâd let his brain turn off like this. A brief moment of silence, and itâs bliss. His world standing still.
âSo thatâs how you do it.â You muse quietly, dizzily. Head cradled against his chest - fingers dragging through the hair, gently scratching.
A stirring on his other side, where Wade is using his bicep like a pillow.
âMm, I donât think I got it,â Wade counters, but itâs soft - hazy at the edges. âThink I missed a couple steps. Was that round two or three?
"Three," You say - as Logan grunts, "Two."
The fingers on his chest drift down, dipping over his stomach.
âWell, either way...â You hum, snuggling a little closer, âMaybe you oughta show us, one more time.â
Wade flips over then, chin propped in his hand, âAt least. Maybe even twice. Weâre bad learners, peanut. Dumb as fucking rocks, really.â
âMhmm,â You sigh, âReally dumb. Can't even count.â
And he canât stop the twitch of his lips, even with his eyes closed. Had forgotten what it was like to be warm like this.
To be wanted.
And maybe, he even feels⌠content.
Something he never thought heâd be, again.
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(18+ only) nsfw alphabetâ michael robinavitch .đĽ Ý ËÖ´ ࣪â âšË
pairing : michael "robby" robinavitch x afab!reader
18+ MDNIâwarning : explicit sexual content, use of cunt, rough sex, praise kink, post-sex intimacy, body worship, possessive language. this is just pure filth start to finish like oh my god...
a/n : no plot, just robby being hot, obsessed, and way too good at ruining your cunt. you're welcome. roughly 4,000 words... needless to say I was very passionate about this one as well. I also did one for dr. abbot!. anyways, happy pitt thursday & ty for 100 followers !
⥠A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
He treats aftercare like itâs an extension of the act itselfâjust as intimate, just as necessary. He pulls you against his chest immediately after, and murmurs, âYou alright?â His voice is low and hoarse, lips ghosting your temple. He doesnât rush. Youâll feel his fingers smoothing across your skin, touching every place he left red or trembling.
He wipes you down gently with a warm clothâhe never makes you do it yourselfâand then pulls the blanket up over both of you. Thereâs a certain reverence in the way he laces your fingers together afterward. He might not always say the words, but itâs there: Youâre mine. Iâve got you.
⥠B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
His favorite on himself : His hands because they get to touch you. Heâs obsessed with how much he can make you feel with just his fingertips. âTell me where you want me,â heâll whisper against your throat while teasing a finger down your thigh.
On you : Your mouth. Not just for what it does, but how it moves. The curve when you smile, the little intake of breath when youâre trying not to moan, the way it parts when he slides a finger into you and whispers something filthy against your ear.
Heâs obsessed with the way you whimper against his kiss. Sometimes heâll press his thumb into your bottom lip and say, âLet me see how much you want it.â And then watchâruthlesslyâas you fall apart
⥠C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Robby finishes deep, every time. Itâs instinctive. You clenching around him when he starts to lose control? Thatâs what does it. Heâll bury his face in your shoulder with a groan that sounds almost pained, holding you in place while he spills inside you. And afterward? He stays inside just a little too long. âJust⌠let me have this for a second.â
He loves watching it drip out of you after. Fingers gentle but greedy as he brushes it back in, eyes dark with a possessiveness he never voices out loud.
⥠D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He has a thing for catching you in the middle of it.
Not touching yourself for himânot some showy, performed thing. No. He wants to catch you when you think heâs not there. When itâs real. Quiet. Desperate. Private.
Thatâs his secret.
Heâs walked in on you onceâhalf-asleep, legs spread, hand between your thighs, whispering his name under your breath without even realizing it. You didnât notice him right away.
But he noticed everything.
The way your hips stuttered. The little gasp you made when your fingers brushed just right. The slick sound of you trying to get yourself off like it wasnât already too much. The blush that crept up your chest when you finally looked over and saw him standing there, hard in his jeans, eyes dark, watching.
He hasnât stopped thinking about it since.
And sometimesâhe doesnât mean toâbut he lingers outside the bedroom door when you donât know heâs home. Just listening. Breathing slow. Letting his cock throb in his hand while you whimper his name with your fingers buried inside you.
He wonât ask you to stop. He wonât interrupt.
⥠E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
Robby is the guy who doesnât look like a heartbreaker, but you find out after that he could be. Heâs had loversâbut he doesnât throw it around casually. When he touches you, itâs obvious : he knows what heâs doing. His rhythm, his pressure, the way he reads your breath and adjusts in real time. Precision with heat.
And when you moan his name? His lips part, slow, like heâs drinking you in. âThatâs it. Just like that. Good girl. Let me hear you.â
⥠F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
In the privacy of the bedroom, Robby's preferred position is classic missionary. He loves to have you lying beneath him, legs wrapped around his waist, allowing for deep penetration and full-body contact. This position enables him to maintain eye contact, reading every nuance of your expressions, and to kiss you deeply, muffling shared moans.
What elevates this position for him is the intimacy it fosters. He can feel your heartbeat against his chest, synchronize his breathing with yours, and whisper sweet or filthy nothings directly into your ear. The ability to have his hands free to explore your body, caress your sides, or intertwine fingers adds layers to the connection. It's not just about the physical pleasure but the profound emotional bond it reinforces each time.
⥠G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Not really goofyâmore warm. Heâs serious when it counts, but he has this soft, crooked smirk when you laugh mid-kiss. Heâll say something under his breath like âYouâre trouble, you know that?â while flipping you over. The humor is subtleâintimate. Like youâre in on something private.
⥠H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Heâs got a full bush, thick and dark, not out of neglect but because he doesnât see the point in shaving something that feels natural. The hair down there is soft but dense, and when heâs hard? It frames his cock like itâs meant to be worshipped.
Thereâs a trail leading up from his pelvisâdark and straight. Itâs the kind of thing you see once and canât stop staring at, especially when his shirt rides up after a long shift and your eyes catch that line of hair leading down. He notices when you look. He always notices.
And letâs not skip the beard.
He loves burying his mouth between your thighs like itâs the only place he wants to be. His tongue is slow, deep, deliberate. His stubble drags across every tender inch, rough enough to leave you raw, just the way he knows you like it.
He shaved once.
He came out of the bathroom with a towel slung low, jaw bare, clean, pink in places where the razor caught. He looked at youâwet hair, smug expression, a glint in his eye like he thought heâd done something special.
Your eyes dragged over his face, down to the curve of his throat. Blank. Quiet. Then :
âYou shaved.â
He nodded, a little too proud. âFigured Iâd try something different.â
You didnât answer. Just got under the covers, and faced the wall.
You didnât fuck him for a week.
You still let him pull you close. Still let him kiss your neck. But your cunt stayed untouched, aching and slick in silence, because you chose to starve him with it. To remind him that thisâyouâhas rules.
You waited until the stubble came back.
That night, you let him between your legs.
You didnât speak. Just pulled him down and pressed your cunt to his mouth like something owed. He took it like an apology.
Now, he doesnât forget. When he fucks you with his mouth, he does it slow. Thorough. Until you shake. Until you cry out. Until itâs more than just pleasureâitâs possession. His jaw works like heâs starving. Like he remembers every second of those nights you wouldn't let him have it.
When he pulls backâchin wet, lips partedâhis breath ghosts over your skin. Youâre flushed and trembling, still pulsing from the friction.
He looks up, voice wrecked, reverent.
âI wonât make that mistake again.â
You exhale, heavy, jaw slack.
âYou wonât.â
⥠I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
When heâs in your bed, itâs not about sexâitâs about claiming space in your life. Every touch is intentional. Every glance lingers a second too long. Every thrust carries the weight of everything he doesnât say out loud.
He gives his full attention, eyes locked on yours while his hands hold you still, and his voice drops in your ear :
âI want you to feel me tomorrow. I want you to remember this.â
And afterward? When your legs are still shaking and your mindâs gone foggy? He pulls you into his chest because youâre his. It's the kind of closeness that tells youâno one else gets this version of him.
⥠J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Robby jerks off only when itâs necessaryâwhen heâs so hard it aches, or when heâs had a day that pressed every damn button and he needs you to take the edge off⌠but youâre not there.
He always does it the same way : Back against the headboard, hand braced on his thigh, one slow stroke at a time while his eyes are shut and youâre the only thing in his head. Sometimes itâs your voice. Sometimes itâs the way your body looked the last time you collapsed under him.
He finishes hard, jaw clenched, chest rising. And every time? He mutters your name under his breath, like a confession heâs still trying to outrun.
⥠K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
He doesnât just want to fuck youâhe wants to manage you. Override your thoughts. Rewire what you associate with pleasure until the only thing you crave is his voice, his rules, his cock.
And he does it slow. He makes you ask. Not because heâs into power tripsâbut because he wants to hear you break.
âYou want something, you say it. Use your words.â
âThat tone wonât get you what you need, sweetheart.â
And when you finally say itâbroken, desperate, voice shakingâhe rewards you by giving all of himself, rough hands, heavy weight, deliberate thrusts that make you sob.
Heâs into positional controlâknees spread wide, hands behind your back, chin tilted up with one thick hand under your jaw. Not to scare you. To focus you.
You donât look away. You donât squirm.
You listen. You obey.
And when you donât? Heâll stop mid-thrust, press his body flush to yours, and growl :
âTry that again. See what it gets you.â
When he puts you where he wants you and says, âStay still while I fuck you,â âyou do. Every time.
Thatâs the kink : You, undone. And him, fully in control of everything.
⥠L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Heâs a bed man, 100%. Not because heâs boringâbecause he wants time, room, and access. Sheets pushed down. One knee between your thighs. He wants to make a mess.
But he does have a soft spot for the couch especially after a long day, when you curl into his side while watching something on TV, kiss his neck, and he doesnât even bother pulling your pants all the way off before tugging you into his lap and sliding in from underneath.
⥠M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
What gets Robby going?
You. Wanting him.
Itâs the way you shift closer when you speakâlike your body canât help but chase him. The brush of your leg against his under the table, slow and unthinking, but your breath always catches after. The way your eyes dilate when he says your name low.
Itâs instinct. Want in its rawest form. Not loud. Not deliberate. Just something in you pulling toward something in him.
And he notices.
Feels it in the silence. In the way your thighs tense when he stands too close. In the heat radiating off you when you pretend youâre not thinking about his hands on your skin. But you are. And he knows it.
And when you do ask?
Thatâs what does it.
Just a soft little pleaseâbarely above a whisper. His cockâs already hard in his pants, jaw tight, breath low and steady, because if he moves too fast, heâll lose it.
And if youâre already wet when he checks?
He groansâlow, rough, wrecked.
âYeah. Thatâs all I fuckinâ need.â
Because thatâs what gets him. Not performance. Not noise. Just need. Honest, helpless, soaked-through need.
The kind that has your cunt dripping just from the thought of him.
That kind of power? That kind of want?
Heâll fuck you senseless for it. Every time.
⥠N = No (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
He wonât turn sex into something cold and punishing.
You can tease him. Push him. You can mouth off just to see how long it takes for him to press you into the mattress and make you sorry you started it. He likes that. He likes the challenge.
But he doesnât want cruelty. Not from you, not toward you.
The first time it comes up, itâs not even in bed.
You say it offhandedlyâhalf a joke, half testing the waters. Something you read in a post, or a thread, or some comment section that said men like himâolder, quiet, in controlâlike it mean. That they get off on making you cry. That pain is the point. That itâs not real unless it hurts.
And his reaction is immediate. Not angryâjust quiet. Controlled. Serious in that way he gets when he needs you to listen.
He touches your chin, gently, turns your face toward him. Thumb brushing your cheek. His eyes on yours.
âNo, honey. We donât do that here.â
His voice is low, even.
âYou want to be taken apart? Fine. You want to be mine? Good. But not like that.â
Then he pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes.
He doesnât care what youâve read or what men like him are supposed to wantâheâs not here to watch you cry just to feel powerful, not interested in pain that leaves you numb or pushing past what you can take just because you think thatâs what gets him off.
He wants you honest, wanting, undone by pleasure. Heâll ruin you. Wreck you. Push you to the edge of something so intense it leaves you shaking.
But pain for painâs sake? Anything that feels hollow, detached, or cruel?
Thatâs where he stops.
⥠O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Giving?
Devotional. He doesnât rush. He doesnât tease. He feasts. Like your thighs are the only place he wants to die.
One arm looped under your leg, the other gripping your hip. Heâll drag his tongue in deep, slow strokes until youâre begging. Not because he wants praiseâbecause he wants you undone. Wants your thighs trembling, your voice high and ruined, your fingers scrabbling through his hair with desperate little gasps.
Receiving?
He loves itâbut more because he likes watching you want it. The heat in your eyes, the way you look up while you suck him slow, spit slicking your lips. If you grip his thighs and choke a little, heâll groan and push your hair back :
âEasy, sweetheart⌠take your time. Iâm not going anywhere.â
⥠P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Controlled.
Not fast, not roughâmeasured. Like every thrust is calculated to make you feel exactly what he wants you to.
Heâll keep it slow until youâre practically begging, then snap his hips onceâjust onceâand smirk when you whimper.
âThatâs what you needed, huh?â
Heâll go harder when you ask. But his rhythm never loses that precision.
⥠Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Robby doesnât like quickies. Not really.
He wants timeâwants to press his mouth to every inch of your skin, listen to the way your breath shifts, draw your orgasm out like heâs conducting it. Quickies cut corners, and Robby? Doesnât like cutting corners.
But you? Youâre standing just a little too close during a quiet stretch in the ERâeyes wide, cheeks flushed, voice barely above a whisper: âPlease. I need you. Right now.â
And when you reach for his hand, tug him gently by the wrist toward the back hallwayâ He knows where youâre going. And he doesnât stop you.
You slip into the empty on-call room. Heâs two steps behind you, shutting the door with a quiet click and turning the lock.
His voice is low, sharp, already strained:
âYou really want this here?â
You nod, out of breath.
âPlease, Robby⌠I need it. I donât care if itâs quick. I justâfuckâI need you inside me.â
Thatâs all it takes.
Heâs on you in a secondâone hand at your throat, the other already pushing you back against the wall. His mouth crashes into yoursâfilthy, impatientâand he grabs your scrub pants, yanking them down just enough to expose your thighs.
Your underwear stays on.
He hooks a finger under the elastic, pulls it to the side, and groans when he sees youâslick, swollen, already soaked for him.
âYou came in here like this?â His voice is gravel now. âFucking desperate for it?â
You nod again. Barely.
âRobbyâplease. I need youâneed to feel youââ
He growls low in his throat and presses two fingers into you hard and fast, feeling you stretch around him, already pulsing.
âGod, youâre fucking dripping.â
He pulls his cock out fastâthick, flushed, angryâand lines himself up without another word. Then, still holding your underwear to the side, he drives into you in one brutal thrust.
You gaspâloudâand his handâs at your mouth now, pinning you to the wall with his weight.
âShhh. Be quiet for me. You wanted this so bad, now take it.â
The rhythm is relentless. Fast. Deep. Ruined in five minutes flat. Your hands scramble at his back. Your forehead presses to his collarbone. Youâre so full, so fucked, all you can do is sob into his palm as your orgasm crashes over you way too soon.
He fucks you through it. Doesnât stop. Doesnât even slow down. Just grits out,
âThatâs it. Just like that. Come around me. God, you feel fucking perfectââ
When he spills inside you, itâs with a broken moan into your shoulder, hips jerking, fingers gripping your waist like heâs trying to hold himself together.
After? He pulls out slow. Gently tucks himself away. Adjusts your underwear back into place and helps you with your pants. Then brushes his thumb along your lower lip where you bit down too hard.
âNext time? You wait until weâre off shift. So I can do that right.â
But you knowâThe next time you beg?
Heâs going to cave again.
He doesnât like quickies. But for you? Heâll fuck you like itâs the last five minutes of his life.
⥠R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Robbyâs not reckless. But behind closed doors? Heâll try anything onceâas long as it comes with trust.
You want to be tied up? Heâll get a rope. You want to try temperature play? Heâs already warming the oil. But he needs to know youâre there with him, not playing a part.
⥠S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Two to three rounds, easilyâif not more, depending on the day.
And in between rounds? He doesnât check out. He kisses you. Runs his fingers through your hair. Stays in it.
You wonât even realize heâs hard again until heâs flipping you over, saying, âWe're not done yet.â
⥠T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Selective. But curious. He keeps a viberator in the nightstand drawerânot for you to use alone, but for him to hold against you while heâs buried inside you.
âLet go. Come on. Let me feel it.â
Heâs also into remote-control toys. The idea of having you wear one while you sit across the table at dinner? Knowing he could ruin you the second you tease him?
Yeah. Heâs thought about it. A lot.
⥠U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He lives to tease. Not cruellyâstrategically. Heâll keep you on the edge for hours. Pull away right before you come. Make you ride him slow until your voice breaks.
And the whole time? Heâll say shit like:
âYou want to come? Say it. Say it like you mean it.â
And when you finally do? Heâll give it to you. Hard. Without hesitation. But only once heâs dragged every drop of want out of you first.
⥠V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Grunts. Groans. Low curses whispered into your neck. The sound he makes when he comes is rough.
And when you ride him, slow and deep? Heâll let out this low, desperate moan into your chest that sounds like heâs trying to hold himself back and failing.
That sound? Itâs all because of you.
⥠W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He kept the first pair of underwear you left at his place. Not to be creepy. Not to sniff or jerk off to. Just⌠because.
Theyâre in the back of his drawer, folded neatly like he might give them back, but he wonât. Itâs a memento. A reminder of the first night you stayed. The first night you were his.
⥠X = X-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
Thick. Heavy. Veined. Heâs not porn-star long, but he doesnât need to beâthe girth alone is enough to make you gasp every time.
You feel him with your whole body. Even when heâs just rubbing the tip through your slick folds, your hips buck involuntarily, desperate for him to fill you. Stretch you. Keep you full until your thighs shake.
And he knows it. Smirks when he catches the way you hesitate right before he pushes in.
âToo much?â heâll murmur, nudging at your entrance with slow, deliberate pressure.
âYou can take it. You always do.â
He presses all the way in, holds there while your body adjusts. He doesnât fuck like heâs showing off. He fucks like heâs memorizing you with it. Like heâs been thinking about it all day.
And when he pulls out, slow and slick and aching, youâre already sore. Already wanting it again.
⥠Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Robby can hold off for days. Weeks, even. But when he finally has you?
Heâs starving.
He doesnât just want your body. He wants you wrecked. Tearing up. Shaking. Pressing your mouth to his neck so no one hears how hard you come for him.
He wants you craving him just as badly. Not for show. Not for ego. Because thatâs the part he hides from everyone elseâhow badly he needs you when he doesnât have you.
And when heâs buried in you, deep and slow, holding your wrists down above your head, mouth at your throat, voice shaking from restraint?
Thatâs when you hear it : âIâve needed this. You have no idea how fucking much.â
⥠Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
You fall asleep on your side, facing him. One arm draped over his chest, leg tangled between his, skin still hot from where your bodies were pressed tight.
Youâre bare.
Still flushed.
Still soft all over, your thighs sticky, your cunt sore and slick from how deep he took you.
And Robbyâs still wide awake. Lying flat on his back, one hand resting on the dip of your waistâbut his eyes?
Theyâre on you.
He watches the way your breath slows, the way your mouth parts slightly, the way your fingers twitch against his ribs while you sleep. Youâre loose now. Limp and warm and completely undoneâand he still feels you, everywhere.
Your stomach rises and falls against him in slow, perfect rhythm. Thereâs a faint line on your hipâstretch mark, scar, something you used to try and hide.
He sees it.
He loves it.
He traces it lightly with his thumb, barely a touch.
He wants to move.
Wants to roll you onto your back, lick into your cunt until you're whimpering again, make you take him slow all over.
Wants to feel you twitch when he whispers things he never says out loudâlike how badly he wants to keep you like this forever he literally has a ring hidden in his nightstand but thatâs besides the point.
But he doesnât. Youâre asleep. Spent. Trusting him with your whole body.
So he shifts in a little closer. Presses a kiss to your shoulder. Lets his palm settle over your hip, wide and warm and claiming. Because for now, thatâs enough.
Eventually, his eyes will close.
But not yet.
Not when youâre still glowing from what he did to you.
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DC ⢠When he realised he loved you
Characters: Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian and Clark.
B R U C Eâ W A Y N E
The moment had been a quiet revelation, in a silence so profound it frightened him. The kind of silence that followed the first crack of thunder, one moment loud and undeniable, the next building with tension, waiting for it to strike again.Â
You were sitting in the library of the manor, an arcane book resting open upon your lap, the fire crackling softly behind you. He had just returned from patrol â broken, bloodied, and defeated.
You looked up, eyes wide, alarmed at his state and asked, âBruce?â You had spoken as if he were not the Batman, not an emblem of vengeance and grit, but a man, just a man, whose hurt mattered.
Something in him gave out. Not in an ostentatious, cinematic collapse, but in the subtle yielding of defences too long held taut. His mind, a fortress of rationale and boundaries, fell silent.
She sees me, for all I am, it whispered. And yet she stays.
He had not believed in unconditional love since the alleyway. But in that moment, with the stench of blood from his suit and the leaden weight of the city upon his back, he saw love for what it was â not a sanctuary, but a quiet understanding, and a choosing. And she had chosen him.
It terrified him. Because now he had yet another thing to lose, to protect, something that was not abstract. It had a name. A voice. A laugh. It sat in his home and softened his world.
He had never been the same since.
D I C Kâ G R A Y S O N
It crept up on him â not a wave, but rather a tide. Quiet and constant and utterly irreversible.
You had fallen asleep in his bed, still holding a game controller, your brow furrowed even in your unconsciousness. He watched you in the blue glow of the screen and thought, God, Iâd die for her.
And then came the laugh â low, bitter, surprised. Because of course he would. He was always ready to die for someone.
But this felt different. This was not a compulsion, a sense of duty. It was not about legacy or guilt. It was about you. And the way your presence grounded the part of him that had always been just suspended above the world, half-grieving, half-trying.
He remembered kissing your forehead before leaving for patrol that night. Slow. Lingering. The kind of kiss that was not about want, but reverence.
That was when he knew.
Love was not a thrill. It was a weight. And he had never wanted anything to anchor him, to tether him to this sphere, more than you.
The realisation made him smile. And then it made him ache.
J A S O Nâ T O D D
Jason felt it like the first rays of sun upon his back after a piercing winter, it flooded his system, warm and compelling. It struck him all of a sudden â new, unfamiliar, and⌠unwelcome. He did not want it. He had not asked for it.
You were brushing your teeth, half-asleep, wearing one of his old shirts, humming a song under your breath as though nothing was wrong in the world, as though it were not in a state of disrepair just beyond the window. And while watching you, he could believe it for a moment too.
Jason stood in the doorway, paralysed. Because he had seen too much tragedy, too much carnage. He could hardly believe that a quiet instant of peace, like this, could even exist, let alone in his reality.
His first instinct was to run. Not literally â he could never leave you. But to emotionally retreat, to steel himself for the moment this fleeting softness was stolen from him.
But you looked at him. Just looked â toothpaste foam and all â with a kind of amused concern, and asked, âYou okay?â
After everything he had been through. He was not sure he had ever been less okay.
He loved you. He loved you with a passion that made him feel unworthy, as if he had tainted something holy.
A voice in him protested â said it was weakness. Said this would end in catastrophe. But he ignored it, just this once. He stepped forward and kissed your temple.
âYeah,â he said. âJust tired.â But he was not. This was a lie. His mind was reeling.
He did not sleep that night. He lay awake memorising your breathing.
T I Mâ D R A K E
It was a question you asked that did it. Something ordinary, like, âDid you eat today?â
Tim wanted to laugh because it was such a clichĂŠ, wasnât it? But clichĂŠs exist because they are true. No one ever asked him that, not like you had, not like it genuinely mattered.Â
Then you brought him a coffee, one of those orders so tailored it was essentially an identity. You did not need to ask what he wanted. You simply knew.
He blinked down at the cup, then at you, and suddenly the task he was completing meant nothing.
He felt the world tilt. Quietly. Like the axis of his orbit had shifted. And it had.
Love, to Tim, had always been a puzzle he did not have time to solve. A thing for normal people, with normal lives, for people who lacked the responsibility he had garnered.
But there it was â simple, unassuming and irreversible.
He did not tell you. Not for a long time.
But he began cataloguing what made you smile. The way your face changed after a laugh, crinkled and carefree. He noticed the way your eyes sparkled just a little brighter when you spoke of things that made you passionate, and how the corners of your lips turned up when you were lost in a quiet thought.
This love became his sustenance, it was the first time in years he feared forgetting something.
D A M I A Nâ W A Y N E (Aged up as Batman)
It had infuriated him. The sheer idiocy of it.
Love was chemical, juvenile, a distraction. Or so he had been taught. So he had believed.
And yet there he stood â across from you in the garden, where you were speaking to a stray dog as if it were royalty, and something in his chest pulled.
At first, he mistook it for contempt â annoyance at your softness in a moment where he was attempting to be serious. But then you looked up, grinned, and said, âI think she likes me.â
And the words caught in his throat. Not because he did not believe them, but because he liked you. Against every grain of his upbringing.
He wanted to scold you, retreat, build walls. But instead, he asked the catâs name.
That was the beginning. The fracture.
He loved you. In an old, mythic sense. In the way poets spoke of their love â fierce, unyielding, as though it could bend the very fabric of time.Â
And that it did, time slowed every time you entered his concentration.
He began to dream of futures â a concept once as foreign to him as mercy.
He has not told you. But he will. In his own time. For now, he will continue to relish in it, and continue in this alluring descent.Â
C L A R Kâ K E N T
He did not realise. Not at first. Because what he felt for you was too immense, too intrinsic, to label with as small as a word as love.
It was not until you fell asleep in his arms, mumbling about a stressful day, completely unaware of the god you were held by, that it hit him.
You did not see him as Superman. You saw him as Clark Kent. You simply saw him. The man. His hope. His grief.
And he realised then â you are his tether.
He thought of Krypton. Of its loss. Of the gaping emptiness it had left as soon as he had learnt of it. And for the first time in years, he did not feel hollow. He felt⌠full. He realised, that the planet could never have been home to him like she was.Â
You snored softly. He laughed. Then cried.
Love, he realised, was not loud. It was simply your hand over his heart. It was your laughter in the next room. It was your body next to his.
He had not fallen in love. He had found it, unexpected and irrevocable, and for all the power he had been bestowed, this force had left him helpless to resist.
And now he guards it with everything he is. Because you are not just his world.
You are his home.
If you're interested, I've since posted a follow-up called 'When he admitted he loved you' linked, here. Every comment and piece of advice is welcomed and appreciated <3
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the one where you scold theo for dozing off
a/n - was inspired by this post + a tiktok I saw where this girl was talking about how her boyfriend games till like 3 am with his friends but nods off at like 9 pm with her and all the comments were like girl he's so relaxed w you cuz of how much he loves you and it was all just soooo cute đđ anyways enjoyyy :))
tropes/warnings - flufffff, eepy theo, established relationship, cuddling idk
word count - 830
taglist - @allie-sturns @hzdhrtss @friedfreyfries @bushnellswife @rose-of-the-grave @thaliashifts @pariahsparadise @babene-e @fratbrochrisgf @iamheretoread1234
"Teddy."
"Teddy?"
"Theodore."
One hard shove to his sternum later, Theo's eyes flew open.
"'M up - "
You gave him the stink eye as he coughed sporadically, choking on his saliva. You sniffed disapprovingly.
"Honestly, Teddy. I didn't bring you here to nap."
Theo glanced around incredulously. The two of you were sitting on a picnic blanket on the side of a grassy knoll on the other side of the Great Lake. After indulging in some chocolate-covered berries, a sleepy, hazy kind of quiet had descended on the hill in that late afternoon sun. In short, it was a perfectly comfortable setting for napping.
He winced, rubbing at his sternum. "Oh, c'mon. You feed me these - these fuckass strawberries - "
"Don't talk about my strawberries that way!"
" - then you lie me down and expect me to stay awake? It's warm out, cara. I sleep warm. You know I sleep warm."
Scoffing, you lie down next to him, muttering darkly under your breath. Still, you can't resist running your fingers through his hair, gently raking at his scalp. It's an addicting thing, watching the tense parts of his face relax, watching that crease between his eyebrows disappear. Some of your earlier anger dissipates.
âYou are so easy,â you tease, fingers still carding through his hair.
âOnly for you, amor,â he murmurs, voice low and knowing.
Your face burns. âMerlin, shut up.â
Chuckling, he stretched his arms over his head before letting them fall lazily back down, one draping across your back. He tugged you against him, his warmth seeping into you.
"How is it that you can stay up till 3 am with your friends, but ten minutes with me and you're out like a light?" you mused. You pull your fingers away from his scalp.
"Am I that boring, Theo? Do I put you to sleep?"
Theo huffed a quiet laugh, his fingers ghosting over your shoulder before settling there, warm and grounding. His other hand found the curve of your waist, pulling you just a fraction closer.
"Obviously," he murmured, voice still thick with drowsiness. "You drone on and on - "
A sharp pinch to his ribs cut him off, making him suck in a breath through his teeth. "Fuck - alright, alright." His grip tightened, holding you in place before you could enact further vengeance. "You don't put me to sleep."
Theo's half-lidded eyes fluttered shut again, his breathing evening out. His fingers resumed their slow tracing along your arm, dragging lazy patterns that sent shivers up your spine. As your own eyelids grew heavier, your eyes drifted over the lakeâs glimmering surface.
"Actually," you murmured after a beat, pressing your cheek against his chest, "this is quite nice."
Theo made a show of pretending to shove you off.
"I see how it is," he grumbled as you laughed. "When you want to doze, it's perfectly fine, but Merlin forbid I"âhe poorly stifled a yawn, blinking blearilyâ"get a little shut-eye."
You scoffed. "This is different. Even logistically speaking, how am I supposed to drag you back to the castle? You sleep through anything, Nott."
Theo grunted. "And you sleep through absolutely nothing."
You smiled lazily against his chest, knowing exactly what he meant. Many a night, he'd creep into your dorm, taking great pains to quietly shuck off his jacket and shoes, only for you to stir the second the mattress dipped. Heâd scowl at you in the dim moonlight as you blinked at him sleepily, voice hushed but teasing as he slipped under the covers beside you. Every single time, heâd scold you for staying up, telling you in that firm, low voice of his to go to sleep, as if he hadn't been the one showing up at your bedside to begin with.
"Maybe you should try staying up with me for once," you said idly.
Theo snorted. "You'd make me watch those god-awful Muggle films."
"You love my god-awful Muggle films."
He hummed, neither confirming nor denying. You tilted your head to look at him, absentmindedly running your fingers through his hair again.
"I just wish you'd save some of that energy with the boys for me."
Theo sighed, long and slow.
"Canât help it," he mumbled into your hair, fingers ghosting over your arm. "Youâre so...warm. And soft. And you smell - " he dropped his head to the hollow of your neck as he inhaled, holding you close even as you squirmed in his ticklish hold, "- like that. Like...home. Like love."
You could sense him dropping off again in the way his words slurred and his voice quieted. He was probably too drowsy to even know what he was saying. For a moment, all was silent except for the rustling that came with the occasional gentle breeze. You felt the steady rise and fall of his chest, the warmth of him pressing into your side.
Maybe you should shove him awake again. But then againâŚ
You nestled closer to him, your own eyes drooping shut.
Maybe not.
#this might be a little niche to say but i dont want to hear shit about how strawberries arent berries!!! its in the fucking name!!!!!!!#anyways hehe#theo nott#theo nott x reader#theodore nott#theodore nott x reader#theodore nott x y/n#theodore nott x you#theodore nott fluff
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â bubble pop electric !



⥠perv!dealer! e. williams x fem! reader
synopsis: youâre at the drive in with your new dealer, what could go wrong?
a/n: just a writing warm up im sorry
warnings: not proofread we die like laura palmer, dealer ellie, weed usage, heavy intoxication kink, perv behavior, stalking somewhat, public sex, degrading, praising, pet names, toxic ellie my beloved, dubious consent, fingering (r! receiving), loser ass ellie, sorta scent kink i guess, manipulation, sex while intoxicated, mentions of further sex lol maybe a pt 2 is coming, probably lots more so proceed with caution !!!
wc: 5k
The sound of your ringtone echoed through your bedroom, making you perk up from where you were seated on your bed.Â
Sheâs right on time, 7:30 on the dot !Â
You hadnât been expecting her to show up when she had said she would, as your friends that bought their weed supply from Ellie often complained that she showed up whenever she wanted. Then again, she also swore she didnât do drop offs for anyone and yet she had immediately offered to stop by your place to deliver everything you had asked for.Â
She had joked with you over text that it was only because you were a first time customer, she had to make a good impression after all.Â
Either way, you werenât one to question good things so you quickly scrambled out of your bed before texting her that you would be out in a second.Â
You tucked your cash into your waistband with shaking fingers, your nerves tingling as you made your way towards the front door with long strides.Â
Fuck, why were you so nervous? Itâs not like you were doing anything inherently wrongâ you just wanted to relax and stop bumming off your other friends' joints by ensuring you had your own stuff to smoke.Â
Maybe it was Ellieâs reputation, as you had barely interacted with her besides the small nod sheâd give you when she spotted you at parties of mutual friends. She kept to herself for the most part, but that didnât stop you from hearing about how she was fucking half the girls at the college you both attended.Â
And from what you heard, she was good at what she did with those other women. It wasnât at all hard to believe, as she had a certain way about her that drew you in and you were sure many others felt the same. When she texted you back, even just asking you to specify what exactly you wanted to buy from her, you found yourself smiling at your phone.Â
It was the little nicknames, the way she seemed genuinely interested in giving you the best experience possible as a first time buyer. But you had to reason with yourself, reminding yourself that she was just trying to make a sale so of course she was going to be a little sweet on you.Â
Even with a rational mind, you couldnât help but take in a shaky breath as you stepped out into the cool air of the night, spotting Ellieâs car not too far away. You gave a small nervous wave as you walked towards your car before you silently cursed yourself for the embarrassing gesture.Â
Despite it, you opened the passenger door of her car and got in, just as she had told you to do over text. Immediately, you picked up on the scent of weedâ good weed clinging to the air along with the warm scent of whatever expensive cologne she was wearing. The smell seemed to calm your nerves enough that you were able to give a soft smile.Â
âHey, thanks for coming by. I fucked up my tires last week and you know how expensive that is so Iâve just beenââ you begin to ramble due to how anxious you feel, but when your eyes flicker towards her amused expression you quickly cut yourself off.Â
âSorryâ you say with a small laugh, placing your hands on your lap and smoothing out the material of your skirt to soothe yourself. Ellie is quick to shake her head, offering you a smile that makes the corner of her eyes crinkle ever so slightly .Â
âWhatâre you apologizing for, sweet girl?â she questions, all too relaxed. The pet name alone had you feeling dizzy with unexpected emotions. You only give a slight shrug of your shoulders, attempting to appear just as relaxed as Ellie does. âUhmâ I just, I mean you donât care about that stuffâ you mutter with a sheepish smile, fumbling with your skirt for a moment before you pull out the cash you had been saving for this very occasion.Â
You hold it out to her as if it were some sort of peace offering, but Ellie lightly shakes her head and pushes your hand away gently, rejecting the money you had saved up for weeks. âYou think I donât care?â she questions, blatantly ignoring the fact that she was supposed to be your dealer and nothing more. The odd question makes you falter for a moment, unsure of how youâre meant to respond.Â
âI didnât mean it in a bad way, I just donât think you wanna hear me rambling onâ you mutter, your voice far softer than intended. Although it seems as if you picked the correct answer, as Ellieâs grin only seems to widen. âItâs important for me to care about my customers, isnât it?â she jokes, pleased with herself as she watches you relax in the slightest bit from her playful tone. âI guess soâ you say with a breathy laugh, feeling the tension in your body slowly melting away.Â
âIs this not enough orâŚ?â you begin, looking down at the money that was still held loosely in your hand, as if you were expecting her to tell you that her prices had suddenly gone up. âFirst time customer means you get it for freeâ she says smoothly, reaching into the backseat to grab the baggy she had made just for you. An assortment of homemade edibles and prerolls filled the baby pink baggie she had placed them in, although you had only requested prerolls.Â
Your eyes were wide as you looked between her and the goods she had prepared just for you, as if you were a deer with headlights staring back at you. From what you had heard, Ellie didnât fuck around when it came to her money. She wanted on time payments or even payments in advance, she was a business woman after all. It was hard for you to fathom such a concept, as you were unused to such kindness, especially from someone with her reputation.Â
But despite your lack of knowledge of her, Ellie knew all about you. She had spent months slowly befriending your friends just so you would feel comfortable enough to buy from her. Not that she liked selling to any of your friends, but she would do anything to get closer to you. There was no rhyme or reason for her infatuation, and she chose not to question the way she felt about you.Â
âI couldnâtâ I mean, I canâtâ you begin, shaking your head but Ellie is quick to cut you off. âI just want you to test it out, donât worry about itâ she says in a voice that leaves no room for argument. You wanted to object, but you knew there was no point at all. So you simply tuck the cash back in your waistband, offering her a bright smile.Â
âYouâre not like people say you areâ you say without even thinking, inwardly cringing at your choice of words the second you register what you had said to her. She doesnât seem offended, although she raised a curious brow. âWhat do people say Iâm like?â she questions, not at all seeming offended.Â
Ellie knew she had a rather harsh personality with others, but she hadnât expected that information to reach you. It was as if her plot was falling apart right before her eyes, and yet she had to keep up her laid back facade. âMm, I donât know. Youâre justâ different than what they sayâ you respond, not really wanting to explain to her that everyone called her a bitch and those who didnât only spoke highly of her because they had slept with her.Â
She doesnât press the issue, nodding a bit and thanking god that you werenât threatened by her presence like you used to be. Before you even get the chance to pluck the baggie from her hands, she speaks up once more.Â
âYou got someone to smoke this with? Sâ pretty strong⌠and if you need someone to make sure you donât go overboard or anythingââ she begins, and you could swear for a moment her voice cracks from nerves. She is so concerned with your wellbeing and for whatever reason it made you blush, your face growing warmer with each passing second. âMy place is kind of a mess right nowâ you tell her in a somewhat disappointed voice, as some part of you ached to be alone with her for a while longer, even if it was just because she didnât want you to end up greening out.Â
âWell we could go to that shitty drive-in downtown, just so you donât have to be aloneâ she offers, her fingers lightly tapping against her thigh in a rhythmic manner. âBut no pressure, I donât know what youâve heard about me but I donât mean it like thatâ she lies through her teeth, knowing damn well she had spent the last few weeks fucking herself with her eyes squeezed shut, the image of you held tightly in her mind.Â
But you didnât know that, so who cares?Â
You nod quickly, trying to pretend you werenât discouraged by her comment, as some part of you wanted her to take you to the drive-in with the intention of getting in your pants. âI know, I know. But yeah, why not? I heard theyâre playing the original Romeo and Juliet tonightâ you say, buckling your seatbelt as she starts up the engine. Ellie couldnât care less about what theyâre playing tonight, all she cares about is getting you alone.Â
Ellie had placed the baggie of goods onto your lap before she began driving, to ensure that you didnât think she was trying to withhold it from you. You kept it grasped tightly in your hands, as if it were a lifeline as your mind raced at a mile a minute. Her music played faintly, some old rap you recognized but made no comment on since the silence between the two of you was comfortable enough.Â
All the while, Ellie was trying to collect her own thoughts, as she couldnât afford to fuck this up after she had worked so hard just to get here. But based on how you were humming along to the music ever so softly, she could tell you werenât as apprehensive about her as you once were and that helped put her mind to rest.Â
Ellie refuses to let you pay even when she has to get the tickets for the movie and you try not to make a fuss about it, doing your best to accept her acts of kindness. By the time the two of you reached the drive-in, the movie was already halfway through but fortunately there was barely anyone else there so Ellie quickly found a spot to park. As she shifted the parking gear into place, she let out a relaxed sigh and glances over to you.Â
She takes a moment to simply analyze your delicate features, the way your lips part in awe as the tragic film plays out before you, your attention already on the screen despite only being there for a few moments. With a light nudge, she managed to get your attention back on her so that she could speak to you directly.Â
âWe should get in the backseat, just so no one sees us smoking nâ itâs more comfortable, so you can enjoy your movieâ she states as if it were basic knowledge, and before you can even think her words over, your body begins to move on its own as you step out of the car only to open the back door and slide in there instead. You canât help but think of how thoughtful she is, how kind she is. This was enough for you to reason that she had no other intentions other than ensuring your safety, although your heart continued to pound in your chest as she settled in the backseat with you.Â
She already had a lighter ready, gripped tightly in one hand before she extended her free hand to you, silently prompting you to give her one of the prerolls she had made just for you. You open up the baggie, marveling at the soft baby pink color of the rolling paper she had used for your order.Â
As you give it to her, your hands brush against each other and you can feel just how warm she is, a stark contrast to your cool skin. You have to make an effort to not shiver at the contact, the simple act making your mind grow a bit fuzzy.. It was either that or the fact that the scent of weed was already thick in the air the second she lit it for you, along with a hint of something else that took you a moment to put your finger on.Â
âIs that lavender?â you question, your head tilting with curiosity as you watch Ellie take a small puff of the joint to make sure it would burn properly before she held it out for you to take. âSmells good, hm? Makes it a little easier to smoke when you roll with lavender, smoother to smoke, at least I think soâ she mutters with a slight shrug, trying to ignore the way just watching you take a shaky inhale makes her need for you grow stronger.Â
She knew you had smoked before, but not enough to really be a regular at it. This was shown in the way you let out a weak cough, your cheeks growing rosy in the slightest bit. Often, Ellie would dread smoking with inexperienced people but with you, she was in heaven. âSâ good, really goodâ you huff between your coughs and your voice was truthful despite it all. Lavender was one of the most soothing scents to you, and it helped you relax before taking a few more hits.Â
You think for a moment that as good as the smoke is, youâre not really feeling a high that was different from anything else you were used to. That was until you tried to hand Ellie the joint, and you realized your hand was trembling to the point where she had to wrap a firm hand around your wrist so that she could steady you enough to take it from you.Â
You have to bury the burning sensation of embarrassment, as you hadnât taken her warning seriously when she had told you just how strong her stuff was. But the feel of her strong hand wrapping around your wrist only seems to add to the dizzy feeling blossoming within your mind, a pleased sigh falling from your lips as her touch grounds you as much as it possibly can, considering youâre already out of it.Â
âPoor babyâ she coos in an all too sweet tone that only muddles your mind further. She takes a few hits with ease, her lungs being adjusted to the aching burn that would spread throughout her lungs. You can only watch her with hazy eyes, the realization that youâre alone with someone you had kept in the back of your mind for months suddenly making you feel overwhelmed. Your eyes flicker back towards the movie that continues to play, the smoke bleeding through the windows since Ellie had opened them just enough to make sure she didnât completely hot box her car.Â
Ellie can sense your anxiousness and it makes her heart ache in the most pathetic way. You were completely gone, but Ellie needed you to be a little more pliant if she wanted to be able to get what she wanted. So she brought the joint to your lips, her own hand steady and calm.Â
âJust a few more hits for me, sweet girl. You can do it, canât you?â she asks in a warm tone, easing you into the idea of following her every command. Some part of her is worried she is asking for too much too fast, but you eagerly wrap your lips around the filter of the joint without the slightest bit of hesitation.Â
Even with your scrambled mind, you knew that you wanted to please Ellie. You needed to make her proud of you, although youâre unsure why this is such a necessity. But in the midst of your high, you donât think to question it at all. To you, she is simply being kind and considerate, such a far cry from the other people you knew.Â
The fresh hits burn even more, and Ellie is quick to soothe your coughing fit by gently rubbing circles on your back. The smallest touch had goosebumps rising on your skin and you desperately craved more contact, yet you were too fearful to ask for it. So you remain as still as a statue, praying that this isnât some weed induced hallucination.Â
Your muscles begin to relax and Ellie begrudgingly pulls her hand away, not wanting to overwhelm you further. But the moment her warmth is gone, you let out a pitiful whine. Itâs breathy and sounds borderline pornographic, as if she had just pulled her fucking strap out of you or something.Â
It was a simple touch, and yet it was all that mattered to you in that moment. For the first time ever, Ellie is unsure of what move to make next. She has to play her cards right, lest she scare you off. So she simply watches the way you sway in your seat, your eyes red and half lidded as you look at her with a heartbroken expression due to her no longer touching you.Â
âLook at you, so dumb nâ sweetâ she coos, her voice making a mockery of the affection she felt towards you. The tone she uses with you is so gentle that you donât even recognize the degrading words, simply shivering with pleasure as she blows smoke straight into your face before stubbing out the small bit of the joint that is left into an ashtray she had in the car for her cigarette habit.Â
Some part of your brain knows that you are too out of it, the world around you spinning far too fast for your liking. And yet, there is nowhere in the world youâd rather be. âYou think mâ sweet?â you question, a soft laugh tumbling from your lips.Â
Ellie canât believe that you had chosen to focus on that part of her sentence when she had just called you dumb without any remorse. God, you were everything she wanted and more.Â
She nods her head slightly, the weed making her heart beat faster than usual as she slowly inched closer to you in the backseat. The sound of the movie acted as background noise, your eyes fluttering shut as you felt Ellieâs breath fanning against your neck in the slightest.Â
Her breathing pattern had changed, short inhales with longer exhales as she tried to wrap her mind around the fact that you had willingly smoked over the limit you were comfortable with just to please her. âCourseâ I do. Sweetest little thing Iâve ever met in this god forsaken townâ she mutters, pressing a feather light kiss to your neck.Â
It was enough to make you shiver, a lazy grin on your lips because in your confused mind, you were the luckiest person in the world. Free weed and the hottest girl at your college was worshipping you as if you were something holy was not how you expected your usual Friday night to play out, yet here you were.Â
Ellie was choosing to take her time with you, her senses heightened enough that she can pick up on every bit of your perfume. The intoxicating scent of lavender, jasmine, and vanilla swirled in her mind and left her desperate to be as close to you as possible.Â
Her strong hand grips your waist, pulling you closer to her own body until you can feel her rapid heartbeat fluttering beneath her skin due to your bodies being flush tight against one another. âJust relax, baby. No need to think when mâ here, alright? Let all those thoughts fade away nâ focus on being here with meâ she whispers, her other hand sliding down your body until she can ease it between your thighs.Â
She thanks whatever higher power there is that you arenât wearing any shorts under your little skirt, her fingers coming into contact with your panties that were embarrassingly wet. Ellie uses two fingers to trace the damp patch on the cotton material, soft curses falling from her rosy lips as she watched your brows knit with a mix of confusion and pleasure.Â
âDoing so good for me, arenât you? I knew youâd be so well behavedâ she hums, her voice shaky and breathless as she eases her fingers upwards until she can feel your puffy clit through your panties.Â
With slow, almost reverent motions, she rubs your aching bud through the soft material. The sensation enveloped your entire body, leaving you to moan weakly as she pushes your thighs apart a bit further just to see how willing you are.Â
She is pleased to find that you let her manhandle you into the position she wants without question, your hazy mind far more focused on what your cunt wants. As much as she loves watching your expression of ecstasy, she needs to taste you on her tongue, to memorize every last inch of your mouth so that no one knows you as well as she does.Â
As her fingers continue to move against your panties, she captures your lips in a kiss that reflects the need she has been harboring for months. Itâs not rough, slower than her usual method of kissing. It is as if she is praising your body through the way she touches you, her tongue as smooth as velvet as it dances along your own.Â
With you so lost in the kiss, she uses the opportunity to push the thin material of your panties to the side so she can properly rub your aching clit. Itâs filthy how wer you are, her fingers sticky with your arousal after a few seconds of her intimate touch. As much as you are relieved by the contact, it also feels like it is consuming you completely.Â
You canât help but whine against her lips, your shaky hand weakly grasping her wrist in an attempt to pull her hand away from your dripping cunt. But Ellie refuses to yield, unbothered by your pleas for her to slow down.Â
âIâm going easy on you, silly girl. It must be all that weed getting in your head, making you imagine thingsâ she muses. She was practically blaming you for how worked up you were, as if she wasnât the one rubbing your clit at a maddeningly slow pace.Â
The sick part was that you truly believed her, you genuinely thought that someone like Ellie knew more than you did. You were the one who had smoked so much and you wanted her touch, so what right did you have to complain about it?Â
âMoreâ you plead breathlessly, tears welling in your reddened eyes and quickly spilling down your soft cheeks. It was as if you had no control over your body, and it was running based on pure primal instinct.Â
The sight of your tears only turns Ellie on more, her own cunt aching for stimulation. But all she cares about is getting you off, so she shushes you ever so gently before easing one of her fingers into your pussy.Â
Your body tenses from the intrusion, hiccups leaving your parted lips as she sinks her finger into your gooey, pliant cunt. Your walls are slick with arousal and Ellie wishes with every fiber of her being that she could sink her strap into you and give you what you really wanted but her fingers would have to do for now.Â
âThaaaatâs it. Look at this pretty little cunt, taking me so wellâ she praises, kissing the corner of your lips before easing a few kisses down your jaw. Her dirty words seem so romantic when youâre in such a fuzzy state of mind and you are just so pleased that she is giving you so much attention.Â
Your hands are restless, tugging at Ellieâs shirtâ although youâre unsure if youâre trying to pull her closer or push her away. âCanât do it, canât!â you cry, only for her to add a second finger into your slick hole. She pumps her fingers at a slow pace, not feeling the need to be rough because she knows the feeling is intense enough as is.Â
You are left to squeeze your thighs together, the pleasure bordering on pain due to how quickly everything is happening. âBut youâre doing so well, angel. You wanted more, didnât you? Did you lie to me, hm?â she questions, questioning you as if she wasnât the perv who was fucking some sweet girl in the back of her car.Â
The question makes you shake your head feverishly, not wanting her to think lowly of you. âNo, I promise. Sâ just a lot, never everâ mm fuck, never felt like this beforeâ you whisper, your voice unsteady. Her fingers stretched you open perfectly, her thumb still focusing on tracing small circles over your clit.Â
âI know, sweetheart, I know. No one has ever taken care of you properly, huh? Those stupid girls you sleep with donât know how to please a precious thing like youâ she says in a syrupy sweet tone that only serves to dumb you down further.Â
You nod your head, unsure what youâre even saying anymore. You couldnât care less, not when sheâs curling her fingers inside you just enough to hit the perfect spot. Her fingers thrust against the spongy spot, her own cunt clenching around nothing as she watches you rut against her hand.Â
âGonna cum, gonnaâ mmfâ you try to warn her, as you were not used to finishing so quickly. But your warning doesnât cause her to slow down in the slightest, she simply keeps her pace as she licks a long stripe up your neck before connecting your lips to hers once more.Â
She swallows every single one of your cries as your cream gathers at the base of her fingers, a lewd white ring of your essence marking her as yours. Ellie can feel her ego grow three sizes as she feels your cunt clamp down on her fingers like a silken vice, evidence of your release all over her hand.Â
Ellie helps you ride out your orgasm, lazily pumping her fingers deep into your cunt until you pull away from the kiss just to whine that you canât go any further. Since she had gotten what she wanted, she finally eases her fingers out of you and brings them to her lips instead.Â
She keeps her eyes focused on your fucked out expression, watching your chest heave as she sucks her fingers clean. The taste of you leaves her moaning, as it was saccharine and everything she had imagined it to be.Â
You are still lost in the haze of your high, your nerve endings seeming to tingle all over as you try to even out your breathing. The effects of the weed havenât eased up and so you give Ellie a bashful grin, still so shy in her presence despite what had happened.Â
The sight of you still behaving so sweetly pleases her in a way she canât describe, as the purity of your heart seems to only draw her closer. Without missing a beat, she tugs your underwear back in place and presses a soft kiss to your cheek.Â
âYou wanna make me feel good too, donât you?â she asks softly, her fingers absentmindedly toying with your hair. Itâs not a demand at all, as she simply wants to see what state of mind youâre in.Â
Much to her satisfaction, you slowly nod your head after you take a moment to register her words. âWanna make you feel goodâ you babble, repeating her words as if you were nothing more than a mindless doll.Â
âAttaâ girlâ she praises instantly, using gentle movements to help you sit up properly but letting you remain close to her. âHow boutâ we go back to my place, just for a bit. We can smoke some more once weâre there and then Iâll let you touch meâ she offers, acting casual about it so that you remained in your pliant headspace.Â
The offer of being able to go to her house causes you to instinctively nod your head, an eager grin on your lips as you take notice of the windows that were fogged up despite being opened up just a bit. âPretty pleaseâ you beg in a voice that makes Ellieâs heart stutter for a moment or two because she knew she was about to spend the rest of the night either rubbing your slick cunts together or simply letting you eat her out so that you can learn how to properly please her.Â
Maybe both if you were awake long enough, although she was sure that after another round the weed would have you out like a light.Â
As the credits of the movie begin to roll, she helps you get back into the passenger seat, even buckling your seatbelt for you and giving you one last gentle kiss before she got in the driver's seat. You were still in a daze and thanks to how strong the weed was, Ellie knew she would have you all to herself for the rest of the night.Â
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