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[negasonicimagines]

...Hey, y’all. Remember me? With all the hype around Deadpool and Wolverine, this blog is seeing unprecedented numbers. Seriously, when it first hit theaters I was waking up to 20+ notifications from Tumblr for days. The amount of support I received was inspiring, and knowing how I’ve grown as a writer over the past few years, I really wanted to give you guys something better to read than some oneshots I wrote when I was, like, 15. Hopefully this meets that standard. 

I’m gonna work on getting this posted to Tumblr now, but it’s already on Ao3 for those who don’t want to wait or prefer that site. 

I wrote this all in, like, two weeks. Being unemployed does that to mf ig... (Don’t worry, I start a new job 9/3. I’m actually living in my own place w/ my fiancée now, so maybe with my improved mental health I’ll have more creative energy!)

Please take heed of all warnings associated with this fic. Some are major themes, some are minor -- chapters that I thought some may need to skip have their specific warnings in the beginning notes and a short summary in the end notes. I don’t think this spoils anything for Deadpool and Wolverine, as it takes place after the film and doesn’t really touch on any of the important plot points. 

[futurewife]

I just wanna say that because of this blog I realized Negasonic is literally my F/O, it never clicked for me before lmao (PS this is dpimagines this is just my main)

@negasonicteenageimagines OMG!!! I am so thrilled and feel honoured to hear that. I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU TWO!!!!!! Confirmed canon as far as the myself and the selfship community is concerned...i feel like I've played some kind of matchmaking wingwoman role here but that's probably giving myself too much credit AHAHHAHA... I'm glad to have helped someone even just a teensy bit discover something about themselves that brings them joy

[crocodilegay]

Pass the happy! ❤️🌈 When you receive this list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications! Love u babe

Hey honey!

1: You, my girlfriend!

2: Minecraft

3: Cookie Run

4: Helping people at my job

5: Stimming!!!!

[dykep00l]

since there are only like 5 Temperance Brennan imagines I suppose I’ll have to write them myself

[zvdvdlvr]

howdy! I noticed in your list of characters you accept requests for, Negasonic isn’t included, but you just liked a bunch of my posts, so do you think you’ll be up to writing for her one day? I’d be happy to help :)

id love to write for her,i just dont really know if i have ellie's personality down, but id love to write something for her

@negasonicteenageimagines

[wlwreader]

S(f)uck me

A/N: It’s 4 am again (Yay!) and I finished this earlier than expected sooo…surprise?!? Anyways this was heavily inspired by a fic from negasonicteenageimagines called Hunger (definitely recommend reading it) This is unedited so if you see any mistakes please point them out to me and I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it.

Summary: Nat’s hungry and you’re bleeding. One thing leads to another and well…

Warnings: Blood, little bit of overstimulation

WC: 1.8k+

Pairing: Vamp!Natasha Romanoff x Reader The burning in her throat was increasingly getting more and more painful with each passing second. She could feel the sensation crawling up her throat and it takes everything in her to suppress the cough begging to be let out. Thinking back, she realizes she couldn’t remember the last time she’s fed and her fangs start to ache with the need to be buried into soft, smooth flesh. Her eyes trail to you asleep in her arms. She can see the movement of your eyes behind your eyelids flickering as you dream, can faintly pick up on your slowly increasing heart rate and your blood calls to her. You stir awake when you feel her shifting away from you and blink bleary eyed at her.

“Nat?” your voice is hoarse with sleep and you clear your throat while rolling over to face her fully. Hand reaching out to touch the cool skin of your girlfriend, you frown when she pulls away. Natasha catches the look of hurt that flashes across your face before disappearing and her slow beating heart aches at the sight.

“I’m sorry baby. I didn’t mean to wake you, go back to sleep.” It’s shakily said and your frown deepens. She’s practically curled around herself, arms wrapped around her knees that are pulled up to her chest, and you notice she’s trembling. Sitting up, your mind races with possibilities as to what could be bothering her.

“What’s wrong Nat?” 

Her gaze snaps to meet yours and a gasp rips itself from your lips at what you see. The vibrant red of her irises you’ve grown to love slowly fade away to an inky blackness. Your reflection stares back at you and your heart rate spikes. You just barely see Natasha’s nostrils flare before she has you pinned back against the bed, her nose pressed to the thrumming vein in your neck. There’s no hesitation in your movements as you tilt your head to the side, exposing the curve of your neck, and you’re rewarded with the delicious drag of her fangs along the sensitive skin. A telltale throb from your clit has you gripping at her hair, wanting to keep her as close as possible.

You hear her breathe in and feel the vibration of her voice as she growls against your throat, “You smell so fucking good.”. The cool sensation of her tongue on your skin sends a shiver down your spine and when you feel her fangs prick your skin, you can’t hold back the whimper that escapes. Natasha’s head snaps back, the sound seems to break her out of her hunger induced haze. Familiar red eyes meet yours as your hands fall away from her soft hair. A minute of silence passes before you decide to speak.

“When was the last time you fed Nat?”

“I’m...” Her eyes flicker to the thin trail of red dripping from the two tiny puncture marks and you watch as her tongue peaks out to wet her lips, “I’m not entirely sure.” 

Suddenly, she stands from the bed and starts walking towards the door of your shared bedroom, hastily mumbling “I’ll go so you can go back to sleep.”

Your hand barely catches her wrist as she moves past you and she hesitates before turning to face you once more. 

“You know you can drink from me, right Nat?”

She’s already shaking her head no by the time you finish speaking. “I can’t, it’s t—“

“It’s too dangerous, I know.” you finish her sentence with an eye roll.

Your girlfriend plops down on the bed next to you, an amused smile playing on her lips. It’s hard not to notice the distance she keeps between you and you reach out, anxious to close the space. 

“I really can’t this time, baby.” Her hand takes your offered one and she laces your fingers together before continuing. “It’s just...I don’t want to lose control and hurt you. I’d never be able to forgive myself if something were to happen.”

Voice trailing off softly, her gaze drops onto your interlocked hands. A squeeze of her fingers has her eyes trailing up to meet yours and you give her a reassuring smile.

“There has to be something I can do. You’re always taking care of me, let me do the same for you.” 

Natasha hesitates, thinking, before a devilish smirk spreads itself across her mouth. Her ruby red eyes seem to shine in the dim room, the tip of one of her fangs peeking out between her lips. You feel the responding throb between your legs as you remember the prickling sensation when her teeth dug into the skin of your neck.

“You could always let me eat you out.” Your eyebrows shoot up practically to your hairline as you stare at her in shock.

“Bu— Nat, I’m on my period.” She gives you a look that reads ‘exactly’ and you sit there bewildered before your mouth falls open to form a small ‘o’ while your face starts to heat up.

You clear your throat, trying your best to gather some semblance of composure, before responding. “Would that even be enough to…” you trail off as you try to think of the right word to use, “Would that be enough to satisfy your thirst?”

Using your joined hands, Natasha pulls you closer and finally closes the remaining distance. You feel her cool breath ghost along the skin of neck as she speaks, “Think of it as a snack between meals.”.The breathy purr she spoke in has your eyes squeezing shut and your thighs clenching together. Her tongue follows the tiny trail of blood that has trickled down from the small puncture marks and you involuntarily shiver.

You don’t really even have to think about it at all before you’re quickly nodding your head. The moment you stop, her lips are pressed to yours and she’s kissing you with fervor. Her fangs catch on your bottom lip and she licks up the small droplet of blood the springs from the tiny cut. Your breaths come out in pants by the time you part and she presses on your shoulder, urging you to lie back on the bed.

“I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.” She disappears into the conjoined bathroom for a second (literally) before she’s sitting between your legs with a towel in hand. A tap on your leg and you lift your hips up so she can slide the towel under you. Settling on her stomach between your parted thighs after tugging your shorts and underwear down your legs, she eagerly licks a long stripe from your opening to your clit and you both moan. The sensation of her cool tongue stroking your warm slit always leaves your head spinning. It’s something you’re sure you’ll never get used to.

“You taste so. fucking. good.” She growls against you and your back arches at the vibrations it sends through your cunt. Your hands bury themselves in soft, fiery waves of hair as she dives back in, hungrily lapping at any remnants of blood among your folds. Her fangs tease your labia as her tongue plunges inside of you and your eyes roll back as she absolutely devours you. The way she slurps greedily at your pussy has your thighs trembling and your hips bucking up into her eager mouth.

Natasha’s hands pin your hips to the bed as she trails her tongue from your opening to circle around your clit and your back arches off the bed, the heels of your feet digging into her back. Her tongue dives into your cunt again, fervently licking at your walls and nose pressed snugly against your clit. Your moans grow louder while her mouth continues to ravage you, her fingers digging hard enough into your hips to leave small bruises as she loses herself in your pussy. 

“N-Nat, I can’t— Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” The words leave your mouth in shaky breaths and you tug on her hair, trying to pull her impossibly closer, before you’re cumming on her tongue with a cry of her name.

Yet, she doesn’t stop and you squirm as your orgasm passes, another already building in your core. The feeling of cold fingers pressed to your clit has you seeing stars behind your clenched eyelids and the orgasm that hits you leaves you gasping for breath with its intensity. Your incessant yanking of her hair finally has her mouth pulling away from your sensitive cunt. But, before you have a chance to speak you feel three of her fingers prodding at your entrance. They sink in easily as she moves up the bed and you wrap your legs around her waist when she slots herself between them.

“I want to try one more thing.” There’s blood and slick smeared across the lower half of her face and your face burns with embarrassment at the sight. You turn your head to hide the reddening of your cheeks and you inhale sharply when you feel the drag of her fangs along your throat. Her fingers curl upwards and your head tilts back on its own accord, a desperate whine falling from your parted lips.

“Do you trust me?” Her voice is nothing but a breathy whisper and the way she mouths at your sensitive skin almost makes you forget to respond.

“Yes.”

Natasha doesn’t say anything else, just rubs her thumb in tight circles around your clit as her fingers continue to pump in and out of you in a ‘come hither’ motion. Your whole body is writhing in pleasure as you ride along the edge of your climax before you feel your girlfriend’s fangs pierce the curve of your neck and your thrown head first into an all consuming orgasm. Every muscle in your body tenses up before you start trembling, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes, as you ride wave after wave of intense pleasure. Only when Natasha pulls away, with a kiss to the two puncture marks on your neck, does your orgasm finally flicker out. You chest heaves as you desperately try to pull air into your lungs and you watch as she pulls her fingers out of your aching hole and sucks them into her mouth with a satisfied moan.

“That was…” The words die on your tongue as a little after shock rolls through you, sending a shiver down your spine, and Natasha’s soft laughter fills your ears. She gazes down at you, her eyes seem to twinkle and she smiles beautifully at you. 

“What?”

“I love you.” She whispers it so sweetly and the bashful smile you send her thaws her cold heart just a little more than usual. 

“I love you too.” 

Before she can lean in to kiss you, you press your hand to her face just barely stopping her from reaching your lips. 

“Nuh-uh, none of that until you wash your face and brush your teeth.” The pout that paints her face is adorable but there was no way in hell you were going to kiss her when she’s like this. She finally pulls herself from between your legs and heads into the bathroom, but not without speaking up again.

“We’re definitely trying that again by the way.”

[silly-ghostz]

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APPEARANCE

I’m over 5’5” // I wear glasses/contacts // I have blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have blue eyes // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards

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Thank you so much for your help, @negasonicteenageimagines!

I made a lesbian pride Bead Squiggle fidget toy and I appreciate everyone’s feedback. It’s now up on my Etsy shop and included in the pride sale post. Thanks again!

[rouiettes]

i was tagged by @beautifulbeverly (thank u, even if it was just random ✨✨)

rules : tag ten of your followers you want to get to know better!

name: billie

nicknames: bee, billie with a y

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average sleep: usually 5 hours a day

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blankets you sleep with: one really thick one

dream trip: roadtrip across europe

dream job: marine biologist/researcher or astronomer/astronaut

blog start date: uhhhh a few months ago

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why i made tumblr: my old blog got Messy™

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[negasonicimagines]

Love Shouldn't Hurt

trigger warnings: abuse, self-hatred, depression, and any other content warnings that come with the Deadpool franchise

request: Love love love your fics!! Can you please do one where Reader is a human and Ellie saves her from an abusive relationship and they fall in love?

notes: this was… a hard one to write. as someone who’s experienced abuse on a few different levels from a partner, you aren’t alone. you may feel like no one else would’ve loved you before, and that no one else will love you after what you’ve been through, but they will. if you’re struggling with abuse, please reach out to someone, anyone. even me, if you really don’t feel comfortable talking to someone you know. it can and will get better. things might not be okay now, but they will be. you are so loved.

i modified the request a bit, i hope that’s ok. i just adore a good best friends-to-lovers piece. sorry for the cheesy title, but i hope y'all are glad i'm semi-back. trying to write more since i'm in a better place and this is a good creative outlet for me.

synopsis: Ellie’s thrilled to return to her hometown after her senior year at Xavier’s is complete. She’s most excited to see you again. But, what happens when you aren’t the you she knows and (secretly) loves?

Ellie’s favorite part about coming home in the summer is seeing you.

Maybe that’s wrong; maybe she should be excited to see her family, or to be back in her own room, or to be away from the chaos at Xavier’s…

But it’s true.

This time, though, as you come out of your house (next door to hers, the only perk of living in suburbia is that you’re so close) you don’t skip along like you used to. Your smile is… Different.

“Hey, Ellie,” you say, and even your voice sounds different. Normally you’re grinning like an idiot, brimming with a puppy dog disposition that acts as a foil to her catlike aloofness. At the risk of sounding like a creepy teenage boy, where’s her hug?

“Are you okay?’ she blurts.

“Yeah, of course,” you laugh it off, your fake smile growing wider. You don’t wanna tell her? Odd. The two of you had drifted apart over this last school year, more than usual. It was normal for one or both of you to get carried away with your studies or other friends and forget to respond to a text every once in a while, so she hadn’t thought much of it. She knew once summer came, you two would fall right back into your routine of slumber parties nearly every night, catching up on all the crazy shit that’s happened in your lives during your time apart and making some more crazy shit happen together.

“...Okay,” Ellie decides to respond. Your phone vibrates, and you flinch, instantly pulling it out and quickly texting back. Your fingers are like lightning. You quickly lock your phone and slip it back into your pocket.

“How’ve you been?” you ask her. “How are things with Yukio?”

“Oh, we broke up almost as soon as we started fucking dating. Thought we’d work out as more, but decided pretty quickly that we were better off as just friends. Our future plans didn’t really line up, among other things. Other than that, I’ve been pretty good.”

“That makes sense,” you say, but you sound even more tense. “Uh, if we happen to run into Vivien, can you not tell her that? She’s the jealous type, and she knows we’re close, so…”

Ellie feels an odd twinge at that, more than just jealousy. Her mom always told her she had good intuition, so she presses further.

“How are things with you two?” she wonders.

“Oh, just great! She really is the best, words aren’t enough to describe it,” you answer enthusiastically, but it still feels so… Off. Maybe it is just jealousy making Ellie feel awkward. Envy was always her worst sin, coveting what she can’t; what she shouldn’t have. You’re her best friend, you always have been. It would probably end like it did with Yukio, burning fast and bright, but once the initial excitement is over… It’s over.

“That’s awesome,” Ellie says. “So, what were you thinking of doing today?”

“Oh, uh, whatever you want is fine,” you chirp.

“Breadstix?”

“They don’t have a lot of vegan options,” you remind her.

“You like it, though. I’ll cope.”

“But-”

“No ‘buts,’” she insists. “I don’t know why you like that place so much, the breadsticks they’re named for are pure shit, but I’ll just cope and get a salad.”

“Last time you ordered it, they put cheese on it, even though-”

“I remember. I’ll just send it back again, it’s not a big deal,” she insists once more. “Why are you arguing so much? It’s your favorite local place that isn’t fast food.”

You sigh.

“Fine, let’s go,” you cave, letting her pull you along to her car. You sit in the passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt as she starts it. She buckles her own, passing you her phone. You look at it as if it’s a foreign object.

“You always pick the music. What’s with you?”

“Have you ever considered that maybe I don’t like making all the decisions all of the time?” you bite back.

Ellie stammers, not sure how to respond.

“Hangry, huh?” She decides that must be the reason for your change in attitude. It’s already eleven, and you’re an earlier bird than she is. You likely skipped breakfast knowing the two of you would be eating when you hung out. She takes her phone back and just picks one of your playlists on Spotify.

You’re quiet on the short drive there, and it makes Ellie feel even more uneasy. Your chatter-- which she usually pretends is meaningless to her --is sorely missed.

You’re texting again, intently focused on the screen as if the task is difficult.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I said that I’m fine,” you quickly answer, locking your phone again and tucking it back in your pocket.

“I’ll drop it for now, but… If something was wrong, you’d tell me, right?” Ellie asks.

“Yeah, of course,” you agree, but she doesn’t feel better.

“Cool,” she replies, parking outside of the restaurant. The two of you get out, it’s early in the lunch rush so you’re still able to be seated pretty quickly. Your drinks arrive just as swiftly, and Ellie catches you texting with that determined expression on your face again. “Seriously. What’s going on?”

“Just Vivien. She wanted to hang out today, but I didn’t know that until I told her I was gonna be with you. She’s just a little disappointed.”

“Well, she can join us, I’m sure-”

“No, no, it’s really alright,” you quickly reassure her. “I- These days, I don’t really spend time with anybody but her. I’m surprised she even let me- That came out wrong, she-”

As you continue to stumble over your words, the pieces continue to fall into place for Ellie, brows knitting closer and closer together.

“Is she hurting you?” Ellie asks. Xavier’s sex education isn’t just about the mechanics, it’s a pretty progressive class. They had a whole unit on abuse. Ellie’s pretty sure she’s seeing signs of it right now.

“No, of course not! I mean, every relationship has its challenges, but-”

“She is, isn’t she? Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“‘Cause I knew you’d look at me like that,” you sigh, giving up on the lie.

“Like what?”

“Like… That. So disappointed in how pathetic I turned out to be. I mean, you’re Negasonic Teenage Warhead, for fuck’s sake, I… It must be so- I-”

“Hey, hey, no, that’s not it at all. I’m disappointed in myself, I should’ve fucking known something was wrong, I mean, I did, the second you came out of your house, but before that… I should’ve checked on you more. I’m- I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault I let it get this bad. She- She’s just- When it’s good, it’s good, y’know, but- I don’t know. I love her.”

“Those PSAs are right, though. Love shouldn’t hurt.”

“It always does,” you murmur, and you give her a meaningful look. If only she knew what the meaning of it was.

“Well, it shouldn’t,” Ellie insists. You’re picking at your pasta. You usually inhale it. Ellie almost asks what’s wrong, but she knows what it is. She’s sure Vivien’s taken every opportunity to break you down. “Eat, please. Or it’ll be a waste of my money.”

“Who said that you’re paying? You don’t even like this place.”

“I said I’m paying. Making a decision so that you don’t have to make them, isn’t that what you complained about earlier?”

You sigh in defeat, eating an actual bite instead of just twirling it around on your fork.

Ellie digs into her salad, she can’t help but fondly smile at you despite the situation. She’s missed you so much.

“When are you gonna do it?” she asks.

“Do what?” you wonder, as if you’ve forgotten the context of the question.

“Leave her.”

“I can’t,” you quickly say, but Ellie still catches a fearful tremor.

“Why not?”

“There’s nobody else. I mean, yeah, you and I are still friends, but… When you reject so many offers to hang out, people stop asking. They stop talking to you altogether, eventually. And… She’s the only person who’s ever wanted me, y’know? And now she’s the only one who ever will.”

“That’s not true,” Ellie says.

“It is.”

“It’s not, I swear,” Ellie insists. “I- You’re gonna need some time to heal, after everything, but… I do.”

“You’re just saying that. There’s no way, after all these years, that you finally-“ you stop yourself.

“Finally?” Ellie asks.

“That you finally love me the way I love you.”

“You mean…? I just thought… I’ve loved you just as long, but I thought you only saw me as a friend, and I didn’t wanna ruin that. The way things went with Yukio just reinforced that- That fear.”

You nod.

“Well, I guess that settles it. You’ll- I’ll call her. I can’t do it in person, she’ll… Y’know.”

“I know,” she gently responds.

You call Vivien.

“Hey, I… I can’t do this anymore. Us.”

You flinch. Ellie can hear the sounds. The yelling. And then the crying. And then the yelling again.

“I mean it. You’re right, you can do better, so… Go do better. We’re not good for each other,” you say with a shaky sigh. “Mhm. Yeah. Okay. Yeah. I know. I know. It’s not like that. Yeah. Goodbye, Vivien.”

“I’m proud of you,” Ellie says softly, and you just scoff, rolling your eyes before you sink your teeth in your bottom lip. You cover your mouth. “Hey, hey, you’re gonna be okay.”

“Will I?”

“Yeah. I might be ‘Negasonic Teenage Warhead,’ but you’re Y/N. Twice as strong without the annoyingly long codename.”

“Yeah, right,” you scoff again, eyes watering. “I just- I just don’t know why I wasn’t good enough.”

“You’re perfect, she’s just… Some people just don’t… It’s hard to explain. I have a- He’s not my friend, I can’t believe I almost said that, thank the fuckin’ lord he didn’t hear me… I know a guy who deals with those kinds of people. He told me that most of them, they… They don’t ever change. Maybe they could, with help, but due to the ego that makes them abusive in the first place, they’re never gonna get that help. The world’s better off without them. There’s nothing you could’ve done.”

“That- That makes sense,” you admit. “I just wish we lived in a world where love was enough.”

“Me too,” Ellie sighs, and you take a sip of your drink. She mirrors your action, realizing that she’s actually quite thirsty. The two of you finish your brunch in a heavy silence. It feels like you both should be talking, but nothing feels right to say. That’s okay, though, Ellie’s just missed you so much. As depressing as the current mood is, there’s a bit of hope. You’ll be back to your regular self eventually; a stronger, more mature version, and Ellie will be there to shower you with the respect and affection you deserve when you’re ready.

[ao3feed-steverogers]

The Only Exception

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2UPScCg

by negasonicteenageimagines (nostalgicstrawberry)

You love Ellie, but does she love you? It seems she doesn’t believe in the idea; however, despite her beliefs, she does love you. But will she ever get the chance to tell you that?

Words: 1758, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Deadpool - All Media Types, Deadpool (Movieverse), X-Men - All Media Types, X-Men (Movieverse)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Negasonic Teenage Warhead, Ellie Phimister, Reader, You, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Piotr Rasputin

Relationships: Negasonic Teenage Warhead/Reader, Ellie Phimister/Reader

Additional Tags: SHIELD, Reader-Insert, Self-Insert, Non-Graphic Violence, Ellie Can't Drop the L-Word, Avengers Cameo (I Guess?), reader is a shape-shifter, Paramore Is Good, Reader is a Bit Over-Dramatic

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2UPScCg

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[negasonicimagines]

Closer (NSFW)

synopsis: Ellie’s a beta. You’re...not.

notes & warnings: this is a/b/o smut with an alpha!reader, that means you have a retractable dick. don’t like = don’t read. also: genital repulsion is 100% valid, but genitals ≠ gender, and Ellie was using dick/penis/etc in place of the word boys/men/etc which is addressed and corrected! overstimulation kink aplenty! and, for the first time on negasonicteenageimagines, wing kink! implied babypool!reader, which I will probably address in a part 2 one day! I'm sorry I've been gone so long, had a really demanding job that sucked the life out of me and I'm just living on savings while I try to recuperate.

Ellie loves the feeling of your hands on her; running down her sides, nervously feeling her chest or ass through her clothes, but she hates when you grab onto her hips and stop her.

“Y/N…” She sighs, stroking your flushed face. She’s straddling your lap, you’ve been trading kisses and teasing touches for the past little while.

“I just- Just need a sec, to cool down,” you tell her. Like it’s wrong that you want her; that she wants you.

“Why?” Ellie asks, and you look up at her with a bit of a hurt expression. She knows why. You don’t think she can handle you. You haven’t said it, but it’s pretty clear. “W- Wait, I’m sorry. You don’t owe me an explanation. If you don’t want to, then I don’t want to, okay?”

“I mean, I do, you’re so…” Your hands tighten around her hips and she throbs, she wishes she could just melt into the touch. “I do. But…”

“I know,” Ellie sighs again.

“Can I hold you?” you request.

“Let me. You don’t have to be all-alpha, all the time. You should let me take care of you, y’know?”

“Mmkay,” you agree, letting her guide you so that you’re on top of her. You sink into her— not in the way that either of you would prefer —and let her tend to you, petting your hair and humming some old emo song. She strokes your wings next, and you shudder when she gets closer to the downy feathers between them. “E- El, we’re stopping, remember?”

“Right, sorry. Those softer feathers just feel so nice.”

“Thanks…” you mumble sleepily, and she smiles, though you can’t see it. You’ve always been self-conscious about your wings, but Ellie’s seen the beauty in them from the moment she first saw you. She’s seen the beauty in you since then, too.

Being with you is a dream, even if you’re not ready to take the next step. She just wishes she could reassure you; make everything better. It’s what you deserve.

“Dinner soon,” she softly warns, and you whine, closing your eyes tighter. “Babe, seriously, it’s too late for a nap.”

“Then what are you doing being such a good pillow, hm?” you argue.

She stammers before scoffing.

“Mhm, that’s what I thought,” you murmur.

“You’re lucky I like you,” Ellie teases.

“I know,” you hum, nuzzling. She’s probably covered in your scent at this point.

“You know, I get a lot of glares from your fan club when you do that,” Ellie grumbles, but she doesn’t really mind. She’s proud that everyone knows that she’s yours, and the other way around.

“My huh-what-now?”

“You know, that little group of omegas that…” Ellie trails off. She’s not sure whether she’s annoyed or grateful that you haven’t noticed. “They just really like you, that’s all.”

You’re not sure what it is. Betas have scents so light that emotion isn’t detectable, but maybe you can subconsciously smell the variation. Maybe it’s her tone, the way it slips from genuine nonchalance to something… Tense.

Whatever you’ve picked up on, it snaps you to attention. You sit up.

“What’s wrong?”

Ellie blinks at you. Out of respect to her, you do your best to suppress your overprotective tendencies. Clearly, you’re not making an exception for her this time. Your wings are all puffed up.

“Eleanor.” You only say her full first name when you’re serious. Usually it’s anger. “What’s wrong? Did they say something to you? Did they do something?”

“I- They just think you deserve a proper mate, or whatever. It’s not like you disagree, there’s a reason we haven’t done that.”

“Yeah, there is, but it isn’t something as superficial as that. You’re joking, right?”

“What? No, they really-“

“Fuck them, I don’t care what they think. I care what you think. Do you really think I’ve been holding back because you’re not an omega?”

“Well… Yeah.”

“Wow, um… Wow. Thanks for that, El. Didn’t know you thought that little of me, but… Cool.”

“Then what is it? Because I can’t think of any other reason!” Ellie snaps.

“Are you fucking serious?! Are you that fucking idiotic?!” You snap harder, you get up from the bed, and Ellie blinks in shock again.

“What?!”

“Ellie, you have said about a million times that you don’t like dick.”

Ellie’s furious expression immediately drops into one of regret, thinking of all the times she’s expressed utter repulsion towards your genitalia without even thinking.

“Yeah, I am that fucking idiotic,” she realizes. ”Oh, fuck, I really should’ve adjusted my language. I don’t like men! Fake dicks and ones otherwise attached to girls are fine,” Ellie explains. “Oh, jeez, Y/N, I’m so sorry. Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. Hugs okay?”

You nod tearfully, she gets up, and she wraps her arms around your waist. You hug her neck, pressing her into your chest while your wings also wrap around her.

“I’m really sorry,” Ellie apologizes a third time. “I can’t believe I was such a freaking jerk. Those omegas are right, I really don’t deserve you.”

“El, it’s okay. We’re all learning. I should’ve told you what you were saying was bothering me.”

“But, I mean, what I was saying wasn’t just insensitive to alpha women, it was transphobic. I mean, it’d be one thing if I was genuinely repulsed, but... I’m definitely not. I was so thoughtless,” she insists.

“Like I said, we’re all learning. You acknowledged what you were saying was wrong, and how, and now you're growing from it. That’s all anyone can expect,” you reassure her.

“I love you,” she says.

“I love you too,” you reply, holding her tighter. “I’m really sorry for getting mad at you. I should’ve known you’d feel self-conscious, and that other people would see a problem with us. I just… I guess I’m so happy to finally be with you, that�� I don’t know. I forget that everything else still sucks.”

“Babe…” Ellie coos, looking up at you. You look into her eyes, and your frown is turned upside down. She grins back. “You’re so beautiful.”

Instead of embracing her, you now cup her cheeks with your hands, pulling her in for a kiss that gets deeper and deeper until Ellie’s under you with one of your thighs between her legs.

You two have never gone as far as to stimulate those areas, but it’s about time. You continue to devour each other, you fondle her chest before literally starting to tear her shirt off, not wanting to part from the kiss but wanting her to be wearing way less clothing.

She gives a surprised gasp, lips leaving yours.

You whine.

“You were literally ripping my shirt off.”

“It’s a plain black one. You have, like, five,” you grumble, bitter that you’re having to take a pause. She looks at you with frustration, but notices just how clenched your jaw is, the way your hands shake.

You’re starving for her. For anything, probably, hardwired to spend at least a week straight every month fucking. How long have you two been together now? Loyalty may be the bare minimum, but she feels the need to reward you for it somehow. You had plenty of opportunity to fulfill your needs elsewhere.

Ellie takes her shirt off, chuckling to herself at the realization that it’s now a v-neck instead of the ring-neck it was. She unbuttons your shirt, helping your slip your wings out of the window in the back.

Your eyes rake over her body, but you don’t touch, not without permission. Ellie’s always loved observing you, photography has made her a bit of a voyeur. Watching someone as beautiful as you hold back such primal urges is downright delicious.

She can’t help but resume kissing you, lips and teeth and tongue mashing together. It’s animalistic.

“Can I please touch-“ Ellie’s cut off with a moan, the seam of her skinny jeans and the pressure of your thigh hitting just right. “Mm, wings?”

You hesitate.

“I’ll be gentle,” Ellie pleads.

“Okay,” you consent, resuming your kissing.

You’ll never forget the first time she touched your wings like this.

You two hadn’t just started dating, but you hadn’t been together for long. You were snuggling on the couch watching some movie or show on Netflix.

At first, she was just stroking your back, right above where you’re most sensitive, if it wouldn’t mat your feathers, you’d cover it up completely.

You’d tensed up a little at how close she was to the soft, more tender feathers, but she hadn’t noticed. She danced her fingertips further down and continued to stroke.

You choked on air, scrambling away from her quickly and blushing like crazy.

“What?” Ellie asked incredulously.

“I- Um- How do I put this?” You were still panting. “It’s gradual, like, um, for the most part it’s not very sensitive, but when you get closer to, um, the center of my wings, um…”

“Oh, fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t know it hurt,” Ellie apologized, and though her tone didn’t betray it, you could see in her eyes that she felt awful.

You quickly shook your head.

“Wait, then… Oh. Oh!” Now she was blushing. “Sorry.”

This time, she’s skipped over the less sensitive parts again, not even building up to where she’s touching now, right in the center. You moan into her neck, clinging to her as she toys with the raven feathers between your shoulder blades.

She chuckles, and you growl.

“That’s cute,” Ellie murmurs, and you start to rut against her thigh again, feeling your member start to harden, and therefore extend from your body. “Big bad alpha, but I bet if I asked you’d let me put a collar on you, wouldn’t you?”

“Holy fuck, yes,” you moan. No girl has ever made you feel this way before. Of course, you’ve had sex before, but... It’s always been about the other person. Knot me, choke me, tie me up, Alpha, please, you remember the whines of past partners, whether they were omegas or simply curious alphas, and you appreciate Ellie’s independence, her borderline dominance. Maybe this time will be a little more vanilla, but the thought of...

“Kiss me again.”

You obey, and this continues for a bit longer, her mumbling sweet, disgusting nothings while you get bigger and harder and closer.

“El, I- I’m so-“

“Huge?” Ellie attempts to fill in the blank, intimidated by your size. It’s bigger than her strap by a long shot.

You just whine.

“Can I- Can I see?” she requests. Your cock is straining against your bottoms, so you’re happy to take them off as she removes her own. She urges you to prop yourself against some pillows and allow her to be on top. Her already doe-like eyes are even wider. “I- Uh- May I?” She has a hand outstretched.

You stutter before settling on nodding. Her hand carefully wraps around you, she slides her fist up and down so slowly. You give a trembling sigh.

“This okay?” you ask, still nervous.

“Mhm,” Ellie quickly responds, cheeks turning redder. She runs her thumb over the head— well, more like a face, since it’s your clitoris and some of the skin that surrounds it —and you squeal. “Alright, I think I kind of get it,” she mumbles.

“You think?” you choke out as she continues to stimulate the bundle of nerves; she bites her lip to hold back a smirk. You’re careful not to buck your hips, wanting her to go at her own pace. You instead roll your shoulders, wings feeling cramped with the way you’re sitting.

She notices.

“Here.” Ellie takes a pillow from beside you and has you lean forward. When you recline again, it’s thick enough to keep you off the headboard and it’s right between your wings, so every time you move…

“C-Clever,” you stammer, and she reaches out to stroke your cheek. You don’t know why, but you flinch.

“Shh… It’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you, babe.”

You nod. You know.

“You alright?” she asks.

You nod again.

“Can you use your words?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you reassure her, letting go of a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Do you wanna keep going?” She’s so beautiful; so perfect. She likes to pretend she doesn’t care, about anything, but she lets you have the truth. She does, often too much. And she loves you.

“Please.”

Your enthusiasm hasn’t waned even a bit, Ellie notices, and she starts to stimulate you with both hands now, thumb sweeping over your clit while she strokes up and down your cock.

Your knot starts to swell, just a little.

“Hng, El, wait,” you tell her, and she tears her hands away immediately, looking concerned again. “Nothing bad, I just… Can I please finish you off at least once, before I do?”

“Oh, uh, sure.”

“Really?” She sounded… Hesitant.

“Yeah,” she says with a relieved smile. “You just surprised me, that’s all.”

You’re trying not to give into your instincts, to not throw her down onto the bed and just take, but it must be obvious with the way you hesitate to even touch her as you try to readjust your positions.

“Babe, you know I want this, right? You don’t have to be careful.”

You look down at your dick, and then skeptically at her. She follows your gaze.

“You’re as small as an omega but with none of the evolutionary traits to keep me from breaking you.”

Ellie’s cheeks flush. You always know when she wants to tell you something— or if she has some sort of request —but she’s too embarrassed or nervous, her lips curl inwards, pressed into a thin line. Her eyebrows pop up, just a little, and the puppy eyes just barely start to form, though they avoid yours.

You look to her expectantly.

“What if I want to be broken?”

“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” you argue, and it’s shaky. You want her, you want to do this for her, you want to give her everything.

“I’m asking for you. All of you,” she insists. “Please.”

You nod, before taking her face in your hands once more and pressing your lips to hers. The gentle kissing devolves into practically devouring her lips with yours.

You mouth at her neck, at all of her, nibbling and licking and sucking until you reach what you’ve been aching for and tug her boxers off, burying your face in her and finally getting to eat.

“H-holy fucking…” Ellie’s grateful that you’re too focused on the task at hand to look up at her.

You slide one finger in, then another, curling as you use the tip of your tongue to stimulate her clit. You continue to prep her, she realizes with a smile, as she gets closer and closer.

“Could I…?” Her fingers tangle in your hair, but she doesn’t dare to pull. You growl. She’ll take that as a no.

She doesn’t tighten her grip, instead moving her hands to the sheets, but she still rocks against your mouth, begging for more, for release. This certainly isn’t what she’s used to.

“I- Ah- Y/N, fuck, don’t stop, please,” she pants, Eventually, despite her impatience, her moans turn into nonsense until she’s finally over the edge. You work her through it, or, at least, that’s what she assumes you’re doing, until she’s clearly overstimulated and you don’t stop.

She did just ask for all of you, including the sex drive, the insatiable urge to please your partner, and everything else that comes with being an alpha.

The feeling just keeps building and she continues to twitch under you, whimpering and clutching the sheets until a gasp is torn from her lungs and she’s finished once more.

You don’t stop.

The third one comes out of nowhere, she doesn’t feel close at all until suddenly it’s there and she’s crashing over like a waterfall, drowning in pleasure.

“I- That’s- That’s enough, please,” Ellie insists. You lick a slow, wide stripe from her entrance to her clit before sitting up. “Could I, um… Return the favor?”

“You want to?” Your head tilts in confusion. You’re still self-conscious, she realizes.

“I do.” She gets out of the way so that you can lay back down, pillow between your wings and cock still hard and exposed between your spread legs. She tentatively starts to give you a handy again, still unsure of where to start. “I, uh… I don’t think I can fit all that. Is that okay?”

“Of course. You really don’t have to do it at all, I don’t mind.”

“I want to,” she insists, before starting to suckle on the tip, smoothing her tongue over your clit again and again. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, hard, toes curling. She slowly inches down before gagging and pulling off with a rather cliche pop.

She looks gorgeous with tears in her eyes. She tries again, now knowing her limits but still pushing them every now and then. She uses her hands to make up for what she can’t fit in her mouth, rather skillfully.

“Wait, I- Hng, Ellie, stop,” you moan.

She pulls off, looking worried.

“I- I don’t wanna finish until I’m inside you,” you quietly explain, now you’re avoiding her eyes. She smiles softly, before opening the drawer on her bedside table and grabbing a box of alpha condoms.

“Will these work?”

You nod.

“And would you like to fuck me now?”

“Don’t say it like that!” you protest, before clamping a hand over your mouth, surprised at how bratty you sound.

“Rather whiny for an alpha,” she taunts. “How would you like for me to say it, then?”

Her eyebrow arches and you swear you could finish if she just kept looking at you like that, with that challenge in her eyes that no one else would dare to look at you with. You start leaking precum, and she bites back a smirk once again, waiting for your answer.

“I- Uh… I don’t know. Just, not so vulgar. You’re- You’re special. This is special. Not just…”

It clicks. You’re not sure how it does for her, but it almost always does. She’s intuitive, at least, when it comes to you. Her expression softens. This time, at least, she knows when to stop.

“I get it. Please, I’m ready for you to- I mean, I’ve practiced with my strap, but other than that, no one’s ever- No one's ever done that for me. I want you to.”

You rearrange yourselves once more, letting her rest on the bed and putting a spare pillow under her hips.

You kiss her lips like you’re starting all over, slowly kissing every inch of her. She’s delicious, soft and smooth and tender. You want to sink your teeth in.

You don’t, instead opting to rise up and sink a couple fingers into her, adding a third once you think she can take it.

Ellie tightens around your curling fingers, desperate for more. She rocks downwards, she wants to be filled.

“Okay, love, I get it,” you reassure her in a near whisper.

You take one of the alpha condoms and roll it on before carefully lining up with her entrance.

“Ha, don’t tease,” she whines. This is a little closer to what you’re used to. You slide right in, well, as much of you as you can actually fit, which is just over half your length. You’re not quite sure if you’ve bottomed out or if she���s not relaxed enough.

“Is it okay to move?” you wonder.

“Please,” she says, and so you do, starting with a slow, gentle pace before taking it up a notch. You’re fucking her wide open, but you’re still being careful as she turns into a mess of moans under you.

Eventually, though, you just can’t help yourself. You’re practically drilling into her, and now you know you’ve bottomed out because she’s taking all of you, flawlessly.

“Oh, fuck, I-“ Ellie continues to pant, calves propped on your shoulders. “You’re so- I- Y/N, fuck- You- I-“

“Sh-sh-sh, it’s okay. I know. I know.” You can barely string together words yourself, you two fit like you’re made for each other, she squeezes around you so perfectly while you abuse that spot deep inside of her that makes her eyes roll back and her flushed, swollen lips fall wide open. “You’re so perfect.”

“You, too, I- I love you,” she manages, and it’s the best thing she could’ve said. It always is. You kiss her forehead and her knees are now hooked over your shoulders, bringing you even closer. You keep taking her, eventually it’s just too much and she reaches between the two of you, stroking her clit so she can come undone again.

And when she does, her walls flutter around you, getting you right back on the edge. She reaches behind you, running her fingertips over that sensitive spot between your wings so teasingly, so fleetingly, and yet it finishes you; whimpering and moaning and groaning into the pillow, right next to her head.

You knot her without even thinking as you unravel together, and the two of you soak in your euphoria for a few moments before speaking.

“Thank you,” you quietly say.

“I think I should be thanking you,” she scoffs. “What do you have to thank me for?”

“For letting me have you like this. For trusting me. For loving me and understanding me. Everything, I have everything to thank you for,” you explain.

“You’re gonna make me cry,” Ellie grumbles. But she holds your hands in hers like she did almost the entire time you were fucking her into the mattress. “I… I wanna be on top.”

“Um… With proper prep that could definitely work, but we’re a bit stuck at the moment,” you explain.

“Good to know, but... I meant that I want to ride you,” Ellie reiterates.

“Oh. Uh, sure.” You two carefully readjust yourselves.

“I’ve always wondered what it felt like to be knotted,” she admits.

“Is it alright? I- I didn’t consciously do it, I’m sorry for not asking.”

“It’s not a big deal, you’re wearing an alpha condom, plus I’m on birth control so…” She looks at you for a few beats of silence before smiling. “It feels great. It’s… It’s nice, being connected like this.”

It’s a bit awkward, all of it, but it’s... New. Different. Perfect. It’s her.

Ellie rocks back and forth a little, figuring out what works best for her and confirming that it’s comfortable for you before continuing.

Lower, drawn-out moans drip from her lips like syrup as she unintentionally edges you, working up to that perfect peak over and over before switching up the pace or pressure or angle and sending you right back to the start.

You grab Ellie’s hips and snarl. She did say she wanted to be broken, maybe she’s trying to urge you to do so.

She pauses, now fully noticing your flushed cheeks, your heaving chest, the need in your eyes. She nods.

You fuck up into her like she’s just your human fleshlight, hands grasping her hips bruisingly.

“So tight,” you groan through gritted teeth, thrusting up into her faster and harder until her needy whimpers, the way she moans your name, and the new, unique sensation of being inside a beta destroys and remakes you once again.

She’s shuddering too, you realize.

“Are you alright?”

She nods, looking spooked, and winded, of course.

“Are you sure?” you confirm.

She nods again.

“Just… I, um… I finished. Without touching my, um… My clit. Never had that happen before,” she reassures you, also stroking your ego.

“Glad to be of service,” you say with a smile, but your stomach growls. “I say I go get dinner after the knot deflates, ‘kay?”

“What about me?” Ellie wonders.

“I’m not just gonna let you walk after that, even if you could,” you argue. “I’ll bring it back here, to the d- To the ne- Here.”

“It can be our den. Our nest. Is that what you want?” Ellie offers. You nod, looking fretful.

“Just- Just right now, okay? I promise.”

“Babe, you know I want to be with you, right? I don’t just tolerate your instincts, they’re a part of you, I love them as much as I do the rest of you,” she insists, readjusting herself so that she’s laying on top of you instead of straddling you, knot still locked in.

“But you-“ She always teases you about them. Not just every now and then, every time you slip up like that until now, she’s made some remark.

“But what?” Ellie reaches up, stroking your cheek again. You don’t flinch this time, too blissed out.

“I just- Most jokes have a hint of truth to them… So when it feels like you constantly tease me for being an alpha, especially the inconvenience of it…”

“Oh, jeez, I’m- I’m sorry, I... I really am a fucking idiot.”

“You’re not. I shouldn’t have said that,” you disagree.

“I shouldn’t have been making you feel so bad about yourself,” she insists, giving you a kiss, and then another. You deepen it, your nails digging into her back. “Fuck, babe…”

“Thank you…” you drawl, giggling with pride shortly after. You sigh. “I think, uh, I think we can probably part ways now. If you want.”

“Not yet,” Ellie quickly says, pleasantly surprising you. You hold her tighter. “Hey, uh… So… I- Could we- I mean, you- I- We’ve been together a while, and I was just wondering, is it customary for… Ugh, never mind.”

“Sweetness?” you question, concerned.

There’s a decent bit of silence. You can’t see her face, but you can guess the expression: pressed lips, slightly raised eyebrows, the works.

“Would you ever… Want to bite me?”

“I just did, like, a lot,” you say.

“No, I mean-! I mean, like bite me,” she clarifies.

“Oh. Well, I mean, I guess. It wouldn’t have much use, ‘cause the only benefits are scent-related, and I already crave your scent when I’m stressed, and you don’t know what I smell like. We would just be… Clingier to each other than we already are,” you explain.

Her face falls.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind you being a little needier… And it sure would piss off those stupid omegas you were telling me about. Obviously, I want to claim you, you’re mine, but… I just want you to be aware of what it means, how it’ll affect you,” you add to what she probably received as rejection of the idea. “Do you still want this?”

“I do,” Ellie consents. You cradle the back of her head in one hand, tilting it to the side to better access her neck—and therefore her scent gland. You gently kiss the skin first, building up to the bite like you’re trying to create another hickey.

Eventually, though, you sink your teeth in. Ellie tenses up, clinging to you and giving a soft whine of pain before relaxing and just letting it happen. You lick up the blood just a little before realizing you’re just going to have to give up and let it bleed for a bit. You can tend to it later.

“Thank you,” she says, so quietly. “For everything.”

“You’re gonna make me cry,” you echo what she said earlier. You slip her off of you, letting your arousal fade and carefully tucking your member back in after tying off the condom and throwing it away.

“You know, I hadn’t really thought about what that might look like,” Ellie confesses, looking bewildered. You just laugh, and while she blushes, she laughs with you.

“You’re so beautiful,” you tell her. You truly feel like you have to touch her to prove that she’s real. She’s so perfect, you’re so perfect together.

The need for dinner feels a lot more…primal. Like an instinct to care for your mate, especially now that you can feel her hunger simmering in the edges of your mind. You don’t want to leave her, but you also desperately need to take care of her.

She can tell that you’re torn.

“What is it?”

“Food. I-“ You sigh, frustrated. “I wanna stay with you, but I need to get you some food.”

Her expression was already softened, at least compared to the expressions she makes outside of this room you share… This den, you think with glee. But, now it’s even gentler.

“Well, I am pretty hungry… So, why don’t you get us some food, and then we can eat it in here. I think they had pizza for dinner, just get me a couple slices of-“

“The vegan thin crust, I know,” you cut her off. You now have a mission. You give her a long smooch on the forehead before getting up and getting dressed, reapplying your deodorant and some perfume or cologne, if you desire. “Love you.”

“You too,” Ellie calls as you close the door, making your way to the kitchen.

The pizza’s been put up for a while, so you decide you’ll reheat it in the oven, instead of the microwave. You get two pans out, if your pizza choice isn’t vegan, and you go ahead and spray them with cooking spray while you wait for the oven to preheat. You carefully place the slices on each baking sheet.

You don’t want to leave the oven unattended, so you instead reflect on everything that just happened, pride bubbling up in your chest.

You love her so much it hurts.

The oven heats up quickly, so you set the pans inside and put a timer on your phone so can go check on Ellie. You make your way to the stairs, but when you get to the foyer, you realize Ellie’s there, along with a red-suited man.

You resist the urge to approach, knowing it’ll only embarrass and irritate her if you go all cuckoo alpha mode on her in front of someone. She gets a little closer to him, and he hands her a present that’s wrapped… Exquisitely, at least in comparison to your present-wrapping skills.

But his entire posture changes the second he sees you observing.

You decide then to waltz on over, curious about the strange character.

“Who’s this, babe?” you wonder, wrapping an arm around her.

“Oh, this is Deadpool. Just bringing by a horrifically late Hanukkah present.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Deadpool.”

“We’ve met before,” he says softly.

“We have? Shit, sorry, I’m better with faces than names, and yours is covered up, so…”

“It was a long time ago,” he nearly mumbles.

“Okay,” you chirp, not sure how else to respond. “You hungry? I’m reheating some leftover pizza. In case you couldn’t tell, we kind of missed dinner.”

“Y/N!” Ellie protests, turning completely red.

“You know he can smell it on you, right?” you chuckle, before whispering to her: “And I bet you’re walking funny.”

Ellie stammers. Apparently, she didn’t know.

“You two make an adorable couple,” he says, but he sounds sad. Maybe he’s missing his own lover, his scent radiates loss. “I, uh… I don’t think you’d be offering me pizza if you realized who I was.”

“Oh, please, murder isn’t a big deal, even if Ellie and the other hall monitors have a problem with it.”

“You’re gonna have to take Remedial Ethics again if anybody hears you say that,” Ellie chides you.

“They can’t make me, I’ve already graduated. Besides, taking that class so many times gave me a shit ton of extra credits and a sexy little 4.2 GPA,” you snicker. “Yo, DP, if they ever try and get you to take it, just pick the answers that seem like the least amount of fun. Easy peasy.”

“Wow,” Deadpool scoffs, before turning somber once more. “It was nice meeting you again, Y/N.”

“You, too,” you reply, and he’s on his not-so-merry way. “What’s up with him? Isn’t he supposed to be all goofy and vulgar?”

“I don’t know, he’s a pretty moody guy.”

“Huh.” The alarm on your phone goes off, and you help Ellie hobble along to the kitchen.

After letting it cool, you two decide to eat right there, rinsing off the pans before putting them in the empty dishwasher.

Despite her protests, you carry her up the stairs, plopping her in bed before ditching your pants and joining her. She loses her own.

“Round two?” you tease.

“My vagina hurts,” she grumbles.

“Really? I’m sorry, I tried to be careful.“

“No, not like that, you were good. Too good, gave me the pounding of my life,” she reiterates.

“Oh… Thanks.”

“Don’t pretend you’re surprised, those omegas don’t just like you for your wit. You have a reputation.”

“So, they do like me for my wit,” you remark.

“Shut up,” she scoffs at the double entendres. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. You were perfect. I mean, even if you weren’t, you would be, but… That was amazing.”

“You’re too much,” Ellie mumbles, blushing. You kiss her, but she’s the one to intensify it. “...Okay, maybe round two.”

“You gotta teach me how to do that.”

“Do what?” Ellie asks, and she does it again.

“That!” you emphasize.

“What?!”

“Raise one eyebrow!”

“Oh. I don’t do it consciously,” she says. Of course she doesn’t. She’s just perfect.

“Fuck you,” you tell her instead.

“Fuck you.” But she laughs.

“Like, now?” you retort.

“Shut up.” She snuggles you closer. “Can I hold you, now?”

“I guess…” you pretend to complain, and you quickly find your face buried in Ellie’s chest, one arm curled between your bodies and the other around her.

“Ah, my best friends,” you joke, nuzzling.

“You fucking bastard,” she chuckles.

“Just because it’s true, doesn’t mean you should say it,” you sing-song. But the word doesn’t sting when she says it. It’s a term of endearment, now.

“We should probably go to sleep,” Ellie says, upon glancing at her phone.

“Probably,” you admit. “I love you so much.”

“You’re so fucking gay,” she huffs, grinning.

“Really? What clued you in? Is it the way I dress? Or maybe it’s the way I fucked you into the mattress an hour ago…” You play at pensivity, and Ellie, Ellie giggles, rolling her eyes.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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nobody: …

Y/N:

[negasonicimagines]

You.... have some fics done? 👀

Yes, just a couple. They’re not very good, but dear Alpha nonnie helped as she has been for a while. Such a darling 🖤

[negasonicimagines]

Hunger

request: Nope! Crazy, right? I can write stuff without a prompt. Okay, shut up, maybe this the T is for Teratophilia piece that no one requested that I wanted to write when I did the N.S.F.W. alphabet, so what?!

author’s note: Sorry that was so aggressive! Jeez, what’s wrong with that chick? Anyways, happy Halloween! 

synopsis: You’re a vampire, your girlfriend’s on her period, shit happens. Actually, oral happens. Happy Halloween! (Again.)

warnings: smut, I think this technically qualifies as bloodplay, discussion of murder, some self-hatred & insecurity (centered around being a vampire)

You’re so hungry. Wade’s late, and usually you’d either drink from him or drink from whatever he stole, if he had the time to do so. You want to get something before your date with Ellie, so that if you start making out or whatever, you won’t be tempted to take a little nibble.

However, when Ellie gets there, Wade hasn’t yet. And she smells great. Better -  and stronger - than usual.

“Babe, not to be creepy, but you smell... Great.” You hug her, nuzzling her neck. 

She chuckles nervously, a bit self-conscious. You don’t seem to notice, but she’s on her period. While menstruating is nothing to be ashamed of, Ellie isn’t the type to shout it from the rooftops. However, you’ve noticed something’s different, which makes her a little nervous.

“Fuck, I’m so hungry,” you complain. “Wade’s late.”

Ellie sneezes, and your nose twitches. Oh, fuck, she thinks. 

Your eyes widen.

“Um, Ellie, I think you should wait outside. Wade’s taking forever, and I don’t want to hurt you,” you say, and she now notices you’re trembling as you avoid her eyes. You must be really hungry.

“Is he not feeding you?” The only reason she even “lets” you live here at Wade’s is because he can reliably feed you.

“Wade’s been busy with this job all day, and since I ran out, I had to skip lunch,” you explain. Ellie realizes that you’re actually pretty cute when you’re like this. So desperate.

You look down at your feet, embarrassed. If you were a normal girl, the two of you could just go get dinner, and it’d be fine. But no, you’re a vampiric freak. You guys might even miss the movie, now.

“Do you have to drink blood from a cut?” Ellie finds herself asking this despite the inexplicably sad expression on your face. She’s more than kind of into this vulnerable side of you.

“I don’t think so, because it doesn’t have to be fresh, or even human. Blood is blood, y’know? Uh... Why do you ask?”

She whispers in your ear exactly why she asked, and you blush, unbelievably flustered. It’s adorable.

“We- We could definitely try that,” you reply.

“Great.”

“Um, so just go to my room, and I’ll- I’ll get a towel,” you say with a shy smile. This wasn’t your first time together, but it was your first time trying something like this, somehow.

You scramble to the bathroom, finding a black towel.

You rush back to your room, locking the door behind you before pressing your lips to Ellie’s.

You kiss her neck, wanting to actually be decent and not just go straight for it, but your jaw is aching, your throat feels dry.

She feels a soft poke of fangs against her skin, and nudges you toward your bed before getting comfortable there. You slide the towel underneath her hips before removing her pants and underwear in a near frenzy.

Ellie’s thighs are swiftly balanced on your shoulders and you’re devouring her, slurping hungrily at every trace of blood and moaning against her in delight. Her fingers curl in your hair and yours curl around her hips.

Realistically, this isn’t a full meal; however, it’s definitely a wonderful treat to tide you over. The two of you would definitely have to do this again.

You look up to your shaking girlfriend, your enhanced hearing able to pick up her muffled moans quite well despite the hand clamped over her mouth.

She’s close, she tells you so herself, and you continue to watch her, pupils blown wide in a lust that’s both for her blood and her orgasm. You continue to grasp her hips in your hands to keep them from bucking too wildly.

“I’m home!” Wade calls from the living room, but you ignore him. Eventually, Ellie’s back arches off the bed and her hand muffles a scream.

You release her hips and see the dark imprints your hands left.

“Wow, that’s hot,” She breathes, propped up on her arms and looking at the same blooming bruises. “I’m gonna, y’know.” She gestures towards the bathroom that attaches yours and Al’s rooms, snatching up her pants, underwear, and purse and making her way over on shaky, bare legs. You nod.

When she comes back, she pulls some wipes from her purse and hands them to you. You’re confused, giving her a look that says “???” with furrowed brows.

“Right. I’ll get it,” she tells you, smiling a little as she wipes at your chin and even a little on your cheek. 

“Oh, sorry,” you apologize, feeling a bit guilty that she has to do this for you.

“Trust me, you have nothing to be sorry about,” she praises with a chuckle.

“But- But a normal girl who was hungry could’ve just gotten popcorn at the theater. A normal girl could be in pictures with you, and when a normal girl comments on how good you smell, she’s talking about your perfume, not your fucking blood,” you complain.

“But I love you.”

“Well, I love you too, but-”

“But what?” She kisses your forehead. “Come on. Maybe we can go to a later showing, or a different movie,” she reassures before she grabs your hand, and the two of you leave your room.

“How are you okay?!” Wade asks, before a knowing smile appears under the mask. “Were you two killing somebody in there for you to drink? I thought I heard a scream, and that’d totally explain the blood in the corners of your mouth. Aw, I hope it was a stalker, or was it a racist? Either way, I’m so proud. Such smart, strong young women, I just-”

You look at Ellie, who is looking at you. Damn it, neither of you thought of a good escape plan. As much as you love and appreciate Wade, the guy doesn’t always know how to shut up. “We have to go. Movie date.”

“And leave me to handle the body?!”

“There is no body,” you confess, hoping he’ll be grossed out and let the two of you leave.

“Then whose blood did you...? Oh. Well, isn’t that creative? Uh, have fun on your date!”