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POKERFACE! — ☆ GOJO SATORU.

➤ popstar!gojo masterlist

headline. gojo gets nominated for his fifth grammy. you being his plus one, he takes you—yet right before he’s prompted to go on stage, instead of getting an award though, he gets a…boner.

wc. 4.9k

warnings. fem! reader, popstar!gojo, semi-public, degradation, praise, hair pulling, oral, unprotected sex, overstim, implied multiple orgasms, spit, creampie, fingering.

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“and the award for best solo pop artist goes to...” there’s a long abrupt pause as the female emcee gently peels open the red-encased envelope. the audience grew quiet. you could hear a pen drop at the sudden anticipation for who would win. “satoru gojo—toru!”

gojo lets off a dramatic gasp. the cameras pan towards him and he tugs on his tie. everyone starts to clap inside the filled up arena before he turns towards you. holding out his hand for you to take, he mutters out a, “oh please. i’m not going up there alone, c’mon girl.”

you didn’t expect for him to drag you along too, the press were already speculating things about you two—yet you still placed your hand in his, feeling the warmth of his palm as he flashed you his cheesy popstar signature grin before ushering up towards the stage with him. bright lights throughout the scenery nearly blinded you as the both of you walked. amid the background played one of gojo’s most recent blown-up pop songs that topped the charts for seven consecutive weeks straight.

“heh. wow. uh. this is actually crazy,” gojo starts off, taking the small awkward, cupping it in his hand before leaning into the mic. “fifth award of the night. for once, i’m speechless,” and then he pauses to snicker. “….that’s a joke. you guys are supposed to laugh...”

the crowd goes into sudden forced laughter and you sigh, meeting eye contact with various a-list celebrities. you tug on your dress before feeling gojo bring you close to him, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“eh. but anyway, i just wanna start by thanking her,” and there’s sudden confusion. you glance at gojo before he grins straight at the audience, dimples poking near the corners of his mouth. “yeah. her pussy. it’s gotten me this far, and most celebs thank their fans or parents, but why not thank the most important thing?”

that….was hours later.

everyone was buzzing about how gojo ended up getting canceled for his famous, ‘thankful for my assistant’s pussy! speech.’

it made various article headlines—yet as of now, hours before that scene happened, you were currently in his dressing room with gojo for reasons you don’t even remember why.

“this is fucked,” he whines, pacing back and forth. you sat in one of his chairs. watching the pop star have his sixth outburst of the night, here he is complaining why he can’t go on stage. this was a regular thing, and by now you started to become used to it. “…i’m supposed to be on in five but i— i can’t do that.”

“any reason why?” you muttered, tracing a nail over your thighs, brushing against the fabric that ran against your skirt. “is it your stage freight again, ‘toru?”

“pft. that’s not funny,” he glares. “and no, it’s something more serious.” he trods his feet towards you, a few white strands racing down the sides of his eyes — it’s a cute unintentional look that makes you smile at him, seeing him up close. in this cute panicky state, gojo’s bright blue eyes remained on yours before his lip quivered. “it’s embarrassing.”

right before you were gonna speak, you glanced down at your phone, the text from one of gojo’s managers signaling how he should be preparing to be walk on stage in a few more minutes.

“uh huh,” you nodded, eyes fully darted away at your phone and not him. he frowns, glancing down himself before bringing two hands towards your shoulders for you to fully look at him.

the popstar had a long designer suit on, eye-catching in the least with various rhinestones pressed against specific spots. you picked out his outfits, a thing he doesn’t mind you doing.

“look at meee…it’s serious,” he pants, and you stare into his eyes, and it takes you a moment before you finally realize. “is this…what you call a uh.. wardrobe malfunction?”

“oh,” you mumble, not realizing how quickly your pupils averted toward his bulge. you prayed gojo didn’t notice, mainly due to how embarrassing not to mention unprofessional that’d be…staring between your clients’ legs.

“oh….” you repeated, watching gojo’s face flush entirely. a smile tugs against your lips before you furrow your brows, his hands still gripped onto your shoulders before you query, “satoru, do you have a boner?”

“ . . . ”

you giggle at his silence, and he only gets more abashed and flushed. your eyes continue to linger on the pop star. he removes his hands away from your shoulders as you stand up to face him. “is that why you can’t go on stage? because you’re hard?”

“don’t…say it like that,” he grumbles, a cute pout curling against his lips. you watch as he digs his hands into the holes of his pockets, having a staring contest with the marble ground before clearing his throat. “and yeah. it’s your fault so you need to help me uh.. you know.”

“how’s it my fault?” you play along, tilting your head.

“look at your outfit,” he whines, and he says that purposely just to take a second to check you out, which he does.

gojo’s eyes roam towards your body, the pretty long dress you wore — the color matched gojo’s outfit, it wasn’t anything too revealing but it was enough to make gojo suck his teeth. the structure of it made your curves, the physique of you entirely show off, and it made him bite his lip in such want.

“ever since you came in here, i felt all hot and um.. hard. just wanted an excuse to rip your dress off instead of attending this stupid awards ceremony.”

“well,” you whisper, bringing two fingers towards his tie, giving it a kittenish pull. gojo looks down at you, and he’s so flustered you could visibly see. the way the tips of his ears perked, he was panting a bit from feeling so tense. “what are you waiting for then?”

“you’re a really bad assistant,” he murmurs, his hands starting to trail up your waist, quickly unraveling the ribbon look that went against your back. “and a really fuckin’ bad influence.”

he snickers at the concluding part of his words before you feel the popstar’s warm lips press against yours.

you kiss back, and a finger of his lifts your chin upward. he tasted sweet, honeyed even.

gojo’s hands gingerly meander all over every inch of your body, he presses into you. so close to where you feel his bulge prod and prod. he moans into your mouth, strands of his hair tickling against your forehead. you run your tongue over his, tasting the sweet tang of what appears to be wine.

he was so needy, you could tell practically from his breathing patterns. a small grunt leaves his mouth once he leads you towards the sofa. gojo’s hands roamed all over your body, his touch made you flutter in response.

gojo strokes a tress of your hair before a smile tugs against the corners of your mouth. you ran a hand down to give his slacks a playful pull, his boxers were just about hanging out.

he moans into your mouth, and it’s shaky. your touch made both tips of his ears grow to a feverish hot. as your nose brushed against his, he then suddenly pulled away — gasping for air before his lip trembles.

“f-fuck, i can’t wait anymore. i need to feel your mouth,” he pants, bringing a hand to his face to cover his embarrassed state. the pop star was so impatient, that his body language showed entirely. he was the embodiment of the saying, ‘is it hot in here or is it just me?��

you giving him that cute doe-eyed expression only made things ten times worse — the bulge forever growing and throbbing achingly in his pants made his bite down on his lip.

“don’t be so loud,” you tease, and he’s still recollecting short breaths as he watches you make your way down on your knees.

gojo’s eyes linger down toward you, and he is already envisioning your mouth. just sinking straight down on his length, drool running down your chin — he couldn’t lie to himself.. ever since you started working with him, he’s had quite the imagination.

the thought of his pretty little assistant with her mouth all full, he’s gone down on you at least twice, but the image of you returning the favor made his mouth water.

“princess, i don’t wanna…rush you or anything, but make it quick, yeah? i do have a g-grammy to win after all,”

he swallows, watching you slowly start to unzip the fly of his pants. your stare did things to him that he simply couldn’t formulate into words. gojo brings a hand on top of your head, stroking a few strands of your hair before breathing. “if i’m late, ‘m gonna blame it on you.”

“you’ve gotta be the most unprofessional person i’ve ever worked with,” you roll your eyes with a sass.

a cold sweat runs down gojo’s neck once he watches you tug his black slacks down, leaning in to kiss the white print of his boxers.

once your eyes met with his bulge, you giggle, gradually lolling out your tongue to lick the hardness that was tucked underneath the fabric.

“f-fuckkk,” he breathes, keeping his eyes on you for the entire duration. he was so pent up, gojo’s boner made you lick your lips, purely from the intact sight.

as you traced your tongue all over his bulge, tasting the blandness of the fabric—you part your lips, slowly starting to peel his boxers off with your teeth. “dirty girl. you’ve been thinkin’ about this too, huh?”

you shake your head and he lets off a pouty frown. “don’t lie.”

a smile spreads amongst your lips again, and once his boxers were finally peeled off with the help of your teeth. you meet eye contact with gojo’s lengthy cock. just a quick second glance and your tongue was already salivating from pure zeal.

gojo was long, of course, he was well-trimmed.

yet, he had a few specks of white hair scattered near his base — it was sexy. your eyes stared at his body, the way his undershirt from his tuxedo was slightly lifted.

you could see his abs clenching, his happy trail that ran down…

“l-look what you did to me” he huffs, and his tone sounded entirely whiny. he had somewhat of an upward curve. you lean in to give the soft plump tip of his a chaste kiss.

a few remnants of pre-cum smother against your spit-glossed lips. gojo’s jaw tightens, watching you roll out your tongue unsteadily, swiping it against his frenulum. “just…just like that.”

a sharp breath gets caught in his throat, you looked so pretty like this — slowly lapping your tongue against his smooth cockhead.

his pre-cum barely had a taste to it. despite that, you’d still describe it as purely sweet. lashes of yours fluttered as you continued to taste him before starting to leisurely sink your mouth lower and lower.

“��damn,” he grunts, feeling his own eyes start to flutter. your mouth was so warm, it made gojo tighten the grip he had on your hair just a bit more. he tickled against your scalp with a ring that was thrown on his finger.

the pop star quickly started to grow obsessed with that tongue of yours, the way you playfully swirled it around the inner part of his tip—you knew the exact spots to reach. he shivers, feeling both temples of his cheeks burn with such intensity.

“keep lookin’ at me,” he murmurs sheepishly, raising a thumb against the side of your face to stroke your cheek lovingly. “stare at me while you’re gettin’ a good m-meal, yeah.”

your eyes flicker towards gojo, and he says that yet could barely hold eye contact. your gaze made him so flustered that he looks away. you simper, further inches going down your right throat.

he felt you roll your lips around your teeth, strands of spit already starting to seep near the corners of your mouth. gojo’s just groaning and whining in the distance—you were so good with your technique, it had him at a loss of words.

“spit on it,” he suddenly says, pulling your head up to look at him again. “i— i wanna make you a messy assistant for me. can you do that?”

you nod, skimming your tongue around his tip before breaking away, gathering a reasonable wad before spitting on his shaft, going back towards it to lap it up with such filthy ease.

“nasty girl,” he starts to pant, his right thigh bounces before within moments later…you go back to your original place. gojo’s got a bit of thickness to him, so you gag about two times before he’s fully reached down your throat. he whines, feeling his eager tip prod against your uvula — and that’s when you start to bobble your head. “with a throat like this, you’d be such a good fuckin’ singer, y’know.”

gojo starts mumbling seductive words at you left and right whilst your mouth’s being occupied. it starts to make you throb from underneath…

so much so that you can’t help but reach between your thighs, past your fishnets, and touch yourself.

“…this could be a good vocal training reflex actually,” he adds, and your lips remain enclosed over your teeth. he finds it hot especially how you don’t even use your hands, just your mouth—you had him swallowing imaginary lumps in his throat.

while you’re still abiding inches up and down your throat, his abdomen curls. he lifts a part of his shirt that’s tucked underneath his tux just so you can get a brief view. his biceps were forevermore swollen. you moaned, feeling him keep such a gripping hold on the crown of your head.

“s-shit,” he cursed, starting to chase his breath as if it was some kind of race. he was in love with how sloppy you were.

strings, an entire glistening cobweb of spit slithered down the corners of your mouth—all down your chin. “how’s it taste? ‘s good for you?”

again, your response was a nod, and for a concise moment you sink yourself all the way down.

breathing through your nose, gojo grunts, stroking underneath your chin that was smeared with nothing but your saliva before he pulls you back up again.

“goddamn,” he throws his head back, and he’s starting to stutter. each time your tongue swiped across his sensitive tip, near the entrance of his frenulum, he whined. he leers before that’s when you feel him starting to thrust right into your mouth. he couldn’t help himself. “pretty mouth was just askin’ to get fucked a l-little.”

your jaw opened a bit as you happily took him into your mouth, your eyelids were half-lidded and you stared right up at gojo.

he returns the stare, flashing you a cute abashed grin, uttering a, “h-hey princess.”

your nails dug into the thin layers of his pulled-down pants, feeling him thwack and thwack against the very back of your throat. gojo’s hips were so erratic, thoroughly sloppy that you just craved for more.

“keep suckin’ me l-like that, ‘n i’m gonna make such a mess down that nasty throat of yours.” he whimpered, feeling the way his abs tightened. all from a few kitten licks of your tongue running against him, taking him fully with that most intense eye contact imaginable.

he shifts his feet a bit, and that’s when his phone starts to buzz. gojo grunts, reaching into his pocket before taking out his phone.

with stubby fingers, he uses his same passcode of ‘sexymansexyspraycan69’ and his eyes widen, murmuring out, “aw man,” you briefly look up at him — confused as to what happened before he scrolls, still having another hand gripped on your head. “my nudes got leaked again?”

…again?

with your mouth full, you kept up a pace, and whilst keeping his attention focused towards the bright blue-lit screen, he makes you suck him off just a bit harder. with a groan, he lets off a snicker. “oh well. at least i look good. i wonder if sugupoo saw..”

he was so unserious, probably the most unserious man you’ve ever met — let alone had to work with for a living.

gojo notices your cold stare and he nervously chuckles, “what? i didn’t say anything,” and then he fakes a moan, moving your head back and forth, an obnoxious grunt. “sorry…i mean uh. fuckkkk. right there, ‘m gonna cum.”

you give the pop star a deadpan before he meekly smiles at you, yet that’s when he moans for real once your tongue cursorily brushes against the scar tissue that resided near the underside of his tip.

“f-fuck. ‘m sensitive there,” he heavily pants, and the nerves throughout his body. his cock that was shoved deep down your throat, you felt your breaths leave through your nose. gojo’s head goes back before he groans, his orgasm feeling like a wave. an abrupt riptide.

once he came, it was so much — it trickled right into your mouth, thick velvety strings of ropes that coated all over your tongue. to halt your gagging, you squeezed your left thumb into a fist, still holding onto his thighs.

gojo’s lip quavered, and his face flushed. with swollen, varicose veins that briefly popped out displaying on his body, he sighs.

“s-so much to give to you, princess,” he slurs, completely out of breath. he was taken aback, watching your cheeks become cutely hollow. gojo’s dick remained in your mouth before he tapped your left temple, whining out a, “say ah. i wanna see.”

immensely, you loll out your tongue, showing him the paint of his cum that stuck in your tongue, how it sprayed all inside.

he groans. gojo rubs his sensitive achey tip near the flatness of your tongue, it turns into short slaps on your tongue and you moan.

“mmh. i read somewhere that if you swallow cum it strengthens your overall vocal performance,” he cheeses, and a droplet of sweat races down the side of his forehead. you sat on your knees, already taking his warm cum down your throat.

gojo was obviously joking…or he wasn’t. you could never tell with this guy.

as he’s calming himself down, catching his breath, the top part of his teeth gnaws down on his lip — he’s too eager because within seconds, he’s got you pinned down on the spare sofa.

“i- i need to be inside you again…” he whispers in a needy tone, and you’re already laid flat on your back. he didn’t even have the decency to take your dress off.

with a single hand, he pulled it up, taking a glimpse at your laced panties. he runs a finger against the thin strap of it, making you shudder before sprawling your legs open.

“you’re supposed to be on stage,” you giggle, watching his lips curl into a pout. he’s so handsy, gojo starts to peel your panties off slowly, licking his lips before a pant exits his mouth. “you’re not gonna hear the end of it from nanami.”

“don’t care,” he whines, grabbing ahold of his length. gojo swallows, such a hungry gaze was presented at you—it made you start to pulse a bit between your thighs.

“couldn’t go onstage like this,” and his voice briefly cracks, it’s cute. gojo brings his fat swollen tip towards your slick entrances and grows quiet once your cunt hums out a squelch. “they can wait. i c-cant.”

the pop star’s eyebrows come together, and once he starts to gradually go inside you—you moan, feeling the immediate sensation of him stretching you out.

“of course y-you can’t,” you roll your eyes teasingly, wrapping your arms around his collar. gojo stares at you and for a split second, his gaze seems romantic.

full of nothing but lust.

he looked like he was about to say something, but he turned away, disregarding it. it was cute, you pulled him in for a kiss and he only moaned right into your mouth.

his fingers traced all over your jaw as your tongue ran against his. his breath was heavy against yours, and the feeling of his body pressed on you made you whine. gojo’s thick cock continued to make its way inside, you were a bit drenched earlier, soaked practically.

gojo couldn’t pinpoint his feelings towards you.

he didn’t know what this thing was. he adored you, he’s always rambled to you about how you were his favorite assistant, whilst being his only assistant ever.

you wanted to ask him if this thing was just a fling or something more.

but…you were far too shy to ask, you figured he was just having fun. which you didn’t mind entirely, yet—you couldn’t help but be curious.

as your lips parted, you felt your legs start to wrap and lock securely around his waist. strands of gojo’s hair pokes against your forehead, and he feels a strong wave of tingles race down his back.

“fuck…i need y-you,” he murmured between kisses, and he was such a perfect fit. the moment he was fully inside, you moaned, giving his bottom lip a sudden bite.

once he started to move, just a single thrust was enough to make your head spin. gojo delivered such a sloppy thrust, that your legs tightly hugged him—and your breathing started to hitch.

he always had such a sweet taste to him, whether it was candied or a rich tang of alcohol to it, you craved it every time.

gojo brings a hand down towards your tummy to lightly press on it, curving his thumb against your bare skin before breaking away for a split second. his nose rubbed against yours before he gives you a cunning sly smile.

“you always have this look on your face,” he whispered in a teasing tone — gojo traces a finger by your lips, pulling your bottom lip down before sliding a finger into your mouth. you willingly suck on it, and he stares intently. “pretty girl. you drive me insane, y’know that?”

his fingers were always made with such length. so slender…

gojo starts up a pace, and the way his hips start to snap against you—you moan a muffled moan. the way your thighs recoil from a single slam against you, it had your mind going in circles.

“always grippin' on me,” he huffs, leaning into the inner part of your neck to lightly sink his teeth. “f-fuck, fuck the grammys. i just want you.”

you wondered if he really meant that.

it was no secret with gojo’s problematic love life, he often gets around… but he’s never had an actual decent relationship. well, he’s had one.

he often doesn’t like to mention it, but it was all over the press.

you wanted to ask him about it, it was far before he became famous — some other a-list celebrity, but he’s always avoided that particular topic.

gojo probably doesn’t even know the true meaning of love.

but you’ve had thoughts that perhaps, just perhaps. maybe you could change that. as unprofessional as it was, the industry was always strict with gojo.

and ever since he stumbled upon you, he’s always felt a bit better. you never treated him any different, and he’s forever liked that about you.

whilst you’re deep in thought, you get brought back to reality once gojo’s covering your neck with visible marks. he’s moaning all into your neck, and he sounds so sweet. melodic moans.

“f-fuck,” he huffs out, kneeling a bit between you. this was the perfect position for him to stare deeply into your eyes. you moan, feeling his lips ghost against the inner part of your neck. his tongue softly dragged against your neck, and the way he rocked his body amongst you made you bite your lip. “look at me.”

your eyes meet his, and he notices a pretty glint in your eye. embarrassment washes over his face as not even two seconds pass, and your stare gets him flustered immediately.

“dunno what i’d do without you,” he huffs out, and he genuinely had such neediness in his tone. you felt a strange string at your heart.

gojo’s always been somewhat protective of you. being so close to him like this, his body weight just barely hovering over you…

his dick reached you deep, you felt the perfectly angled stretch…

the curve as your legs trapped his weight tightly. gojo was gentle, yet a bit rough to make your eyes just about go back. he leans in to sneak kisses near the corners of your lips before murmuring. “fuck, ‘m gonna cum soon.”

he was so warm, you got chills from his body let alone — his rhythm, it was so slow.

simply perfect and precise. for a moment, you drowned everything out, being entrapped into your own thoughts.

you started to wonder if you got together with gojo, maybe he’d finally be happy.

not having to worry about faking a dumb smile for the industry. perhaps you were a bit delusional, but you genuinely pondered about it.

the two of you always did have chemistry.

was it love … or just a game?

the moment gojo cums for a second time, then a third time, then a fourth… it made him moan against your neck. his moans were high-pitched, droplets of sweat racing down the edges of his forehead.

you took his breath away every single time. the way your pussy clung onto him, through and through—each time he’d dump such a thick load into you.

he’s panting heavily, huffing and puffing while leaving you full of nothing but his cum.

it stuck against your thighs, and he became so obsessed that he just kept fucking you—you whined, the back of your ankle, the pretty anklet that wrapped around your foot brushing back against his skin.

gojo never fails to leave kisses all over your body, he nips at the corners of your neck before letting off a low sigh.

“s-satoru,” you’d mumble after a while, feeling his hips come to a certain slow pause. it’s been various positions…and even for him, his legs were just about to give out.

the tips of his ears heat up before he grunts, feeling you continue to clamp down on him. you were now on his back—facing the opposite way, grinding against him and he was pulling you closer. “gonna cum too, ‘m gonna cum.”

“bet you are,” he whispers against your neck. you’re moving back against him in such a slow way it makes him groan—you’re being held with him having a hand playfully wrapped around your throat. his middle finger tickles the middle part of your neck whilst you squeeze his relaxed knee. “give it to me, pretty.”

your eyes meet the very depths of your head, and then you feel yourself start to dramatically spasm.

his cock prodded right amongst your g-spot, not once but a few times…and you let off a whimper once he kept hitting there again and again…

such bundles of nerves continue to build up and up.

your breath gets caught in your throat to where it’s almost like whiplash. gojo tugs on the fabric of your dress, sucking the tender skin of your neck.

“let go for me,” he utters in a soft tone, his tongue deducting trailing up your neck. he knew just how to make you squirm on his lap. “thaaaat’s it, relax.”

his words warmed their way straight down between your legs, he started to guide your hips with his hands, peppering a kiss near the corner of your ear. “make a mess on me ‘n i’ll clean you right up.”

you moaned, feeling that familiar coil in yours snap before you came, by now, you can’t even remember how many orgasms he’s coaxed out of you. “f-fuckkk.” you spat, slumping your head back against him.

“so good for me,” he pants, bringing a hand towards your tummy. he toys with the string of your panties that was lazily moved to the side before he nervously cheeses, realization washing over his face. “o-oh shit. the awards...”

and yet here you were, currently standing alongside gojo as he was accepting his fifth award.

the minute he announced to probably millions of people across the words that he was thankful for your pussy, the entire arena went dead silent.

all you could hear in the background was some lady screeching out, “you need to leave!”

“…satoru, you can’t just say that on live television.” you leaned in, whispering to him with clenched teeth.

“oh yeahhh…you’re right,” he sheepishly said, turning back towards the mic. he cleared his throat before grinning, holding up his award with the most unserious expression. “uh. i mean, i wanna thank my team, my uh…”

he goes mute for a moment before concluding his speech, finishing with a, “thank you a lot though! i am tooootally grateful. and also, don’t forget to pre-order my new single, ‘it guy.’ only $69.69. if you ask me, that’s not that bad of a deal, hehe. seriously, stream it. please?”

you spot nanami in the distance shaking his head in utter disappointment. he could already predict the current headlines about to roll out.

gojo brings you towards his limo after the awards, quickly rushing you so the both of you can avoid the paparazzi.

they were probably just itching for a reaction. once the two of you made it inside, he was saying something to you before he leaned in for a kiss.

you kiss him back, teasingly pulling his tie closer towards you, and he goes up between your legs, eager to finish what he started earlier. prints of your lipstick were all over his collar, and gojo even autographed your ass with his signature. only to smack it, making it smear all over.

you moaned, squeezing his hand before pulling away, panting—out of breath before you smiled, only to pause. you and him make direct eye contact, and he’s so close to your lips, so close to kiss you again but he waits for you to speak, do something.

he figured you were gonna kiss him again, but instead without even thinking, you whispered out a, “i- i think i love you.”

“…you what?”

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anchoeritic · 3 months ago

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girl i need your thoughts on car sex with ellie

warnings: eighteen plus content, minors do not interact. sexual intercourse (obviously), oral sex, vaginal sex (fingering), overstimulation, ellie is a certified & badged munch. ellie is also a top in this i fear.

there’s two different kinds of car sex i see with ellie:

the really desperate kinda sex where your hands are all over each other, kisses are so sloppy that she’s barely catching your lips and all the two of you can do is try to peel each other’s clothes off hastily.

maybe after a party or a night out and you just couldn’t wait to get home so you take it to the car. all ellie’s doing is muttering about how desperate she is just to touch you, feel you against her own body. repeating the same phrases of; “i need you, baby” and the occasional cursing between kisses.

her goal to please you is the first thing on her mind. which probably explains why she’s always trying to unbutton your jeans when the two of you are making out. her lips aim to make you feel good, especially between your thighs. the one place you really needed her the most.

she’d dive between your thighs anytime; day and night. but when she craves you desperately, there’s never a warning. once the first layer of fabric is peeled off, it doesn’t matter if your panties are in the way. she’s not opposed to tasting you through them.

but she prefers to push them aside, says you’re especially sweeter. you wouldn’t know whether to agree or disagree until she’d pull herself back up to kiss you, making you taste yourself off of her lips. sweeter than candy, she always says.

her hair’s a mess from you tugging at it while she was tongue deep inside you, face all shiny from what came after it, and your thighs are shaking violently. but she has yet to stop.

did i mention that she aims to please you?

she wouldn’t stop until you were on the verge of passing out, practically at a loss of words for the immense amount of pleasure she’d put you through. by the time you’re done, not only are the windows foggy but the leather seats are probably sticky too.

but there’s also the type that’s soooooo gentle. ellie taking her sweet time with you, making sure you’re laid back comfortably in the backseat and kissing down your neck.

her touch is soft, holding your hips down so she can leave plenty more kisses down your stomach. when she reaches your waistband, she’d wait for you to nod before continuing.

it’s overall very intimate. ellie likes taking her time with you when she can because she loves to explore your body. she wants to know what you love, what you don’t, what you need. every aspect of you has a story to be told and she wanted to know all of the details.

even if the narrative laid beneath the lace of your panties. she’s a tease, there’s no doubt about it. like a cold thumb pressed up against your clit while her hot lips trailed your inner thighs, or cupping your core and watching as you pathetically tried to rock yourself against her hand. she was quite the tease and she loved to watch you fall for it.

“you that needy for me, baby? can already feel how wet you are,” she’d mumble against your lips, slipping two digits between your wet folds. “so pretty. look at how good you took my fingers,” your moans would be left uncovered, ellie wanting you to be as loud as you could be.

she’s such a lover. one thing about ellie williams is that she is definitely a lover. she loves you and loves giving you pleasure. oh, and she loves praising you.

constantly telling you how pretty you look when your head is thrown back or how good you take her when you’re wrapped around her fingers. she loves to make you feel good about yourself even when you don’t feel it.

and she’d never complain about reminding you. whether it’s telling you or showing you.

#ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #ellie x reader #ellie x you #ellie x y/n #tlou #tlou 2 #the last of us #the last of us 2

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munsster · 4 months ago

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sharing a bed (trope bingo)

A/N: i could melt (pun not intended. you’ll see) this trope is literally my fav, all my fics would be about it if i could… (gif creds: @bubbarnes)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN!Reader

Summary: You're cold, Bucky's a living heater. Need I say more? 1.2k words

Warnings: fluff, fluff, more fluff, sharing a bed, cuddling, nervous/borderline horny Bucky, pet names (doll, sweetheart)

You should have made this decision before your fingertips went numb. November in a northern motel room found you freezing. In basketball shorts and a crewneck, no less. You should have been in California by now, but Bucky has been dragging his feet since Maine. Though, he does drive more than half the time, so it's a sacrifice you had been willing to take.

There's no snow on the ground, but you can feel the beginnings of it on the damp pavement. Your socks are soaked through, and you cringe making a mental note to burn them. You cross your arms over your chest and tuck your fingers under your armpits, jaw clacking as you shiver. The heater in your room scuttled hurriedly to a wheezing stop five minutes after whacking it alive.

Now you're shifting from left to right outside Bucky's door with your blood about to run purple. He hollered something through the door when you knocked the second time. It was either a it's unlocked or a don't come in and you don't trust your hearing enough to distinguish between the two at midnight.

"Bucky," you whine, resting your forehead just below the peephole and trying to shake the low beating sound from your ears. You lift your head. Footsteps then a rattling chain, and he whips the door open.

"Why are you up?"

"What?" How could he be annoyed right now when you're freezing your ass off and you can practically feel the heat rolling out of his room in waves. "I'm cold."

"Well... what am I supposed to do about that?"

You roll your eyes and glare up at him. You could swear he's doing it on purpose. You could swear he's making mental bets just to play with you. Right now he's betting all his cash on who'll crack first. His bet's on you. It always is.

"James, I swear to fucking God—I will walk back to Brooklyn if you don't—"

"Jesus, don't have an aneurism, doll. Come in," he mumbles. You follow him into the little square motel room: one bed, one table, half a bathroom. Plus a TV that only plays soaps and, half the time, crackles with static. The door shuts, and you sigh. You're swaddled by heat; the blood gushes back into the tip of your nose. You can feel your joints again.

"Take this." He tosses a coat at you. At you. It's heavy and green and thick. It's army grade. "Put it on." So you put it on and zip it up. He chuckles at the sight of you because the jacket is massive: down to your knees, quarter-foot past your fingertips. It dwarfs you. It's incredible.

"I feel like a gym teacher."

"What?"

"It's a... mm… nevermind," you hum, "'M tired." Your eyes sink shut, and he watches you from the bed, entertained by your sleep-standing act. For a second, he thinks you're actually gonna fall asleep like that. But then your eyes snap wide open and he looks away.

Bucky shuffles under the sheets, and you watch him curiously through the window of the coat's hood. You suppose you'd missed the fact that he's wearing only boxers, completely shirtless with his cropped hair messily flared around his head. You start to sweat.

He looks up when you whine. "What now?"

"... It's hot."

"You're killin' me, doll."

"I know, I'm sorry," you huff, hands fiddling the flannel insides of the hot jacket sleeves. He watches you struggle to glance at the floor and becomes flush with pity for you. He sighs.

"Alright, hon, take that off and c'mere. We'll get you warm, hmm? Come here."

You flail your arm before latching onto the metal zipper tab and tugging it down with a hissing bzzzz. Bucky watches you relax and let the coat slump to the floor before you peel your socks off and toss them in the small metal trashcan by the door. You pad your way to the empty side of the bed and pat the moth-eaten comforter a few times, smoothing your hand over the soft cotton.

"Don't be shy now. I probably won't bite," he teases.

"You piss me off, Barnes."

"Oh, feel free to freeze your ass off in your room, sweetheart. I'm doin' you a favor."

You harrumph and swing your legs onto the mattress, sliding yourself under the sheets and tucking the blankets under your chin. You face the door, and Bucky settles in beside you, leaving a comfortable six inches of space between you. He faces the wall.

"Night, Bucky."

"Goodnight."

You’re not sure when you fell asleep, and you don't know when Bucky got so close. Or when you turned around. What you do know is that Bucky runs red hot in the middle of the night. Or maybe all the time, but you've never been skin-to-skin in the day. Hell could freeze over and Bucky would still be an inferno.

Sometime between two and three, you tossed around and ended up facing him as he crept closer unconsciously. His hands felt empty in dreams about dancing, so he reached into the darkness and tucked his fingers into the crooks of your knees to draw you into his warm body. On instinct—and because you're still in need of thawing—you curl into him and let your heart beat comfortably alongside his.

Bucky's a talker. He's a vocal sleeper. Good thing his deal was talking. Becca got saddled with sleep walking, and he remembers Ma asking him to install an extra lock high up to keep her from wandering out at twilight. Again. They'd found her mumbling at a brick wall half a block away one night and decided it was for the best.

Now he's rambling on about goats, describing their rough coats as he nuzzles into your navel. His palm spread over your back, he keeps you close, taut to every bit of his body, your leg draped over his waist.

He moans. Loud. And you shift in your sleep, fingers moving to cup the back of his head, brushing through his soft hair. His scalp is hot, and you sigh lazily as you melt further into his tight skin and smooth muscle. If either of you had woken up, it would've been a bloodbath. But for now, it's peaceful, and a dove coos from a lamppost outside.

A couple of times, you open your eyes but find yourself so disoriented, you can't bother to assume it's anymore than a dream and pass out again. At the crack of dawn, Bucky's lashes flutter open, and each of his veins flows with new life and the rising sun. It takes a second for him to realize he's breathing in the warmth of your skin. And he doesn't hate it.

He falls back asleep.

In the morning, you're both too busy adjusting to central standard time to register that you'd been pressed up close and personal all night. Too busy to acknowledge the comfort you both found in each others arms. And hands.

Over breakfast at the twenty-four-hour diner, he smiles meekly, and you blink down at your short stack like nothing happened. Like nothing ever will.

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#bucky barnes #bucky barnes trope bingo #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #x reader #fluff #tropes #marvel fanfic #marvel

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jeonginsleftcheek · 5 months ago

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Stray Kids and specific things they adore about you

pairing: bf!ot8 x gn!reader

genre: fluff, suggestive

warning/s: none? not proofread and i feel like i literally can't english today so sorry if there are mistakes!

a/n: tried to keep the reader gender neutral, hope this is okay! just something short while i work on my longer fics, enjoy!🩷

~check out my: Masterlist

Chan:

He adores when you talk about something you're passionate about. He loves when you get so invested, eyes wide in excitement, your hands making all sort of gestures, your whole body vibrating with happiness. Chan just melts when he sees you like that and he just wants to grab you, hold you tight and never let go. He smile is always so big when you're so enthusiastic and he looks lovestruck. You notice the way his eyes shine and you start feeling a little shy, asking him if he's even listening to you. And ofcourse he is, he can recite back everything you just said because that's how attentive he is towards you.

Lee Know:

Minho loves watching you get unready. Whenever you come back home from a date or a hangout with your friends, he follows you with his eyes as you take your coat and shoes off. He loves your little sighs of relaxation whenever you peel off anything restricting. He watches you as you take off your make up and you get a little self-conscious and ask,

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?"- he smirks.

"Like you're mesmerized or something."- you smirk back.

"I don't know what you're talking about."- he grins and you shake your head, getting back to your skincare routine.

You can see his cheeks becoming rosy, eyes squinty as he smiles behind you in the mirror and your heart skips a beat.

Changbin:

He loves looking at your hands while you cook. I know, very specific but I feel like he admires the delicacy and the love you put into making food for the both of you. The way your hands move and look while you do something mundane like cutting veggies, cleaning the meat or grinding spices, I can just imagine him forgetting to actually help you as he leans his chin on his hand and just looks at you sweetly. You don't even notice at first since you're concentrated on what you're doing but then you hear a very loud dreamy sigh and you look at your boyfriend. The way he's staring at your hands makes butterflies swarm in your stomach.

"Binnie?"

"Mhm?"

"The pasta?"- you point towards the stove, since you put him on pasta stirring duty earlier.

"Whoops!"- he jumps up making you chuckle as you pat his butt, the butterflies still making a mess inside your stomach.

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin loves watching you sleep, not in a creepy way, but in a 'my love is finally getting the sleep they needs plus they looks beautiful while literally just existing'. He admires you so much, loves your features, every single one of them. Where you see an imperfection, he sees pure beauty. He's mapping out every single detail about you, imprinting it in his mind because his romantic soul wants to savour every moment he has next to you. Sometimes he takes his sketchbook out and draws you or paints you. If you start to stir awake, he's by your side immediately, his lips pressing sweet kisses all over your face and you smile, still half asleep.

Jisung:

He loves when you hum or whistle randomly while listening to music. You first start humming and then singing quietly and you don't even notice it. But Jisung always does and he thinks you're adorable when you get into it and you're not even aware. Your body moves ever so slightly, like you tap your foot, your head moves a little and your fingers play a fictional piano on any surface near you. Sometimes that surface is Jisung and he chuckles at your cuteness, breaking your trance.

"Sorry."- you mumble, your face warming up in embarassment.

"Don't be. We were just getting to the good part. Keep playing."- he smirks.

The initial embarassment wears off because a few moments later both of you can't sit still and a dance party ensues right there in your living room.

Felix:

Whenever you concentrate while you're reading or doing something. That something could be you getting lost in thoughts while you clean up, you just vibing and doing your thing, like a hobby you have or you concentrated on counting his freckles while you cuddle. You're oblivious to just how much he observes you without saying anything. That's how he remembers all of your little habits, your brows furrowing, nail between your teeth when you get to a particularly interesting part of your book. How you push your hair back when it gets in the way. You always lose all your scrunchies so he keeps one on his wrist the whole time and he watches you struggle a little just because your little sighs of frustration are cute to him before he comes up behind you and helps you tie your hair. You lean your head back and smile at him and he chuckles and kisses your forehead.

Seungmin:

Seungmin loves to see you shine. And by that I mean if you're extroverted or just around friends you can be extroverted with and you're talking to them, having fun, maybe even commanding the whole room just by telling a story and making everyone laugh, Seungmin will be at your side looking at you proudly. He's always proud of you and mesmerized by how easy it is for you to be in the spotlight like that. He also takes pride in the fact that you're his, this amazing witty person, the person making everyone's heads turn is his partner. That boosts his confidence so best be sure that he will show you just how proud he is to call you his when you come back home.

Jeongin:

Opposite of Minho, Jeongin loves watching you getting ready to go out. He'll offer to help brush your hair or help you style your outfit. Problem is, if you have a hard time deciding between a few outfits, your usually fashion expert of a boyfriend will have a hard time helping you because you just look so perfect to him, no matter what you're wearing. At this point, he's making you change outfits on purpose just so he can look at you more before you two go out. He loves helping you choose your jewelry and will always add something of his. Like a ring, bracelet, watch, necklace... Anything, he loves sharing with you. If you decide to also add a clothing item of his, he will be smitten by you and his face will probably be red because he's so excited about sharing his closet with you.

✨Taglist: @moonchild9350 @janepg

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heart-of-the-morningstar · 27 days ago

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Lucifer x Reader - Sleep Talking (NSFW)

Sleeping in the same bed as Lucifer took some getting used to, to say the least

Not that you didn't love it, the act gave you a feeling of comfort you never had before

But his sleeping habits were a bit strange, but adorable nonetheless

This man would cling to you all throughout the night, gripping any part of you he could

You didn't mind, you liked being as close to him as possible, and cuddling with him was one of your favorite things

Sometimes Lucifer had a lot of trouble sleeping and stay awake far longer than he should

You would catch him humming to himself as he played with your hair

You weren't going to tell him he'd woken you up, it's not like you couldn't spend all day catching up on some sleep; plus it made your heart flutter when he was so tender with you

But the most consistent thing that Lucifer would do is talk in his sleep

Typically you couldn't make out anything he was saying, it was mostly just mumbles and random small noises

Sometimes he would toss and turn while he would talk; you always wondered what he could be dreaming about

But one night, you heard him call your name, clear as day

"Lucifer?" you asked as you turned to face him

But when you looked over, his eyes were shut, his chest rising and falling at an even pace; he was still asleep

His body twitched slightly as he continued to call out your name but you noticed his tone had gotten a little more...sensual

Small moans mixed in with your name, little gasps of air as his head began to shift back and forth; a few obscenities found their way into his speech

"F-Fuck...oh my God...s-shit..." he all but whispered

Oh...OH you thought to yourself; you think you knew what was happening but you wanted to make sure just in case

Gently you pulled back the covers and your suspicions were proven correct; you could make out a very clear outline of his cock pushing through his briefs with a very prominent wet spot near the tip

He was having a wet dream about you

You couldn't help but blush at the thought; what you wouldn't give to be inside his head right now

But why would you want that when you could make it a reality

You placed a hand on his shoulder and shook him gently as not to startle him awake "Lucifer, honey, wake up."

Slowly his eyes peeled open; he looked up at your reddened face and smiled

"Love, what's wrong? Is something the matter?"

"You uhh, you were talking in your sleep again."

"Oh. Oh dear, I'm sorry, did I wake you up?"

"Kind of...you called out my name a few times."

"I did?"

You chuckled lightly and nodded, "I'm guessing it was a good dream based on...that."

You pointed to his crotch where he finally noticed his hard on; Lucifer's face immediately flushed yellow

"O-Oh, yeah I uhh...I'm sorry, that's...kind of embarrassing."

You cut him off when your hand began to trail down his stomach and stopped at the hem of his shorts; Lucifer gulped

"Why don't you tell me what you were dreaming about, Lucifer~"

You hand slipped past the band and gingerly began stroking his cock that was now at full mast

"Sweetheart, p-please I-HNNGG..." Lucifer gripped the sheets below him as you continued to run your hand up and down his shaft at an agonizingly slow pace

"If you tell me, maybe I can make your dream come true. Would you like that?"

Lucifer's head shook furiously as he brought one of his hands to your entrance, wanting to make you feel as good as you were making him

"Y-You...fuck...you were on top of me...riding me..." Lucifer breath hitched as your hand begam to move faster against him.

He worked his fingers inside you easily, feeling how slick you already were just from his touches

You smiled wickedly at him, "Then lay down and let me take care of you, baby.~"

You spent no time at all climbing on top of your lover and sinking yourself down on his aching cock

Your moans filled the once quiet room as you began to lift your hips and sink back down on him; slowly at first but quickening with every movement

Lucifer hands flew to your hips as he tried to ground himself, his nails digging into your supple flesh

"H-How's this feel, Luci, just l-like your dream?~"

"N-No, even better...s-so much better, darling. You're...s-shit...you're perfect..."

Lucifer helped you along when you felt your legs getting tired, lifting you up and and slamming you back down on his length with ease

Not even a minute passed before you cried out in ecstasy, reaching your orgasms together; his cum painting your gummy walls white while you clenched around his thick cock

You collapsed on top of him, both of your breathing ragged and heavy

"M-Maybe I should just fall asleep like this, with you still inside me" you teased, "just in case you have any more dreams tonight.~"

Lucifer smiled and wrapped his arms around you. "I would love nothing more, my angel.~"

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x reader #lucifer smut #i really like this one #sleep talking lucifer my beloved

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moonstruckme · 4 months ago

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hello mae! I have a request, if you please could you write plus size!reader coming home to find one of the marauders (your choice) in her clothing. I think it’d be super duper cute. If you have written anything similar to this you can obviously disregard.

Thanks for requesting lovely!

modern au

Sirius Black x plus size!reader ♡ 743 words

You come home, chilled and damp, to a boyfriend who is looking especially soft.

“Hey.” Sirius props himself up where he’s sprawled across the couch. His skin glows blue in the light from the TV, and there’s a crease on his cheek like he might’ve been sleeping before you came in. His hair is down and fluffier than normal, a shorter piece falling near his face and curving along the inside of his jaw. He’s the picture of loveliness, but worse, he’s wearing your hoodie. Your favorite one, with the soft fuzzy inside and the sleeves long enough to pull over your fingers. “You were supposed to text me when you got off.”

“My phone died,” you say.

Sirius tsks, getting up and arching his back until it cracks satisfyingly. “Poor girl. So you had to walk all this way in the rain, hm?” He meets you by the door for a kiss, thumbing at your cheek tenderly. “You’re freezing.”

“Yeah,” you agree. You sound about as smitten as you feel, and your boyfriend grins smugly. “Is that my hoodie?”

Anyone else might look down to see what they’re wearing, but Sirius only keeps looking at you. He hasn’t forgotten. “It is,” he says. “You couldn’t honestly expect me to bear the burden of your absence for the entire day, sweetness. A man has to cope.”

You feel your lips curve unwillingly. “Right. My mistake.”

“Don’t make it again.” He smacks your bum and goes into the kitchen. You’re a bit too lovesick at the moment to retaliate. “Want me to make you hot cocoa?”

What you really want is to drag him back to the sofa so you can have a nice warm cuddle with your extremely cuddly-looking boyfriend, but it’s your job to be the sensible one in this relationship. And the sensible one doesn’t get the couch wet.

“Please,” you agree. “I’m going to go upstairs and change.”

It proves hard work peeling your work clothes off your damp skin. You hear Sirius’ steps on the stairs when you’re only just tugging your pants off your ankles.

“Oh, hello.” He grins at the sight of you, sitting on the bed in your underwear. “I don’t see why you ever put on more clothes than this, darling. I quite like clothes, but I’d be happy with this all of the time.”

You give him a wry look, having recovered somewhat from your shock of adoration downstairs. “I think my boss might take issue with that proposal.”

“Not after she gives me some time to tell my side of the story.” Sirius walks past you to set your hot cocoa on the nightstand, his eyes staying on you the entire time. When he looks at you like this, it’s like you can feel the physical weight of him pressing you into the mattress even from across the room. Your body feels pleasantly warm and heavy. “If you do need to put something on, though,” he says, starting to pull your hoodie over his head, “use this.”

“I have other sweatshirts,” you say when it lands in your lap. “Why do you want me to wear this one?”

“So I can steal it back,” Sirius says happily, “and it’ll be nice and warm.”

You huff a laugh. “Doesn’t seem fair. I didn’t get that benefit, you’re like a vampire.”

It’s not the first time you’ve told this joke, so your boyfriend’s reaction is predictable (it’s why you keep telling it). In two quick strides, he has your wrists pinned beneath his hands and his mouth on your neck.

He takes your skin between your teeth, biting down gently. “Gotcha.”

You make a faux distressed sound, but you’re unable to suppress the giggle that bubbles up in your chest. Sirius kisses the spot lightly.

“Don’t worry,” he reassures you, rubbing his hands over your thighs. “The transformation’s totally painless, and you’ll make a super hot vamp. Now put on the sweatshirt.” This last part is said completely soberly.

“Alright, fine,” you relent. “But don’t expect to get it back warm now that you’ve vamped me. And I don’t even think I can wear this one as often anymore now that I know how good you look in it.”

“Not nearly as good as you do, gorgeous.” He kisses you sweetly, your smiles a mirror image. “But we may have to work out a custody agreement, yeah. This one always smells the most like you.”

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totheblood · 2 years ago

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a/n: no one asked me to do this, but random modern!ellie x reader headcanons to make your day a little brighter (ai audios at the end hehe)

warnings: 18+, this is a little smutty, not fully but... yea

modern!ellie headcanons

ellie hates shopping

she especially hates looking for clothes for herself so if she needs clothes for an event she almost always asks you to pick something out for her

you would drag her to some stuffy suit shop and immediately start scanning through the aisles, your tongue peeking out the side of your mouth

ellie does not want to be there but her chest warms at the sight of you holding up a suit to her body, checking to see if it would fit

you're so focused, so determined to find something that would look good on her that she's reeling from the sheer amount of attention your giving her

maybe she does like shopping

after you have a few suits picked out (they are all piled up in ellie's arms) you drag her to the fitting room in the back

but you don't follow her inside the fitting room, you sit outside waiting for her to come out and show you each outfit

"what? you're not coming in? you know you've already seen me naked, right?" she says, a frown on her face as she tries to gently pull you in the room with her

but you're hitting her hand away and pushing her inside, "i want to be suprised... plus it's sexier if you put on a little show for me."

she throws you a pointed look with a, "wow... i knew you only wanted me for my body."

but she looks so good in a suit

so you end up in the dressing room anyways, carefully peeling the suit off of her with feverish kisses pressed along her neck and jaw

through heavy breathing she whispers, "if i knew getting a suit would do this to you i would have gotten one a lot sooner."

ellie also loves to text you obscene when you're in a large group of people

she takes great pride in watching you squirm in your seat

she follows you into the bathroom, a cocky smile on her face as you open the door and pull her in

"what's your problem?"

"fuck, baby, i don't know what you're talking about."

and then you're on her in an instant, attempting to wipe that smile right off her face

and she's reaching down, her hand sliding under your dress and her finger being immediately met with your cunt

"fuck. is this all for me?"

ellie hates social media!!

but she loves tik tok...

more specifically she loves when you come over, lay in her bed, and spend hours watching tik toks with her

"oh my god, babe you have to see this. it's so fuckin' funny"

and then your rolling over dying laughing at a tik tok of a gorilla farting

soon enough you're both just using one phone to mindlessly scroll until you pass out

ellie can't cook to save her life...

but you can, so she periodically sends you recipes from tik tok with a message attached that reads "oh my god, you have to make this."

and when you do cook she's there to keep you company, music blasting as she dances around the kitchen, miserably failing at being your sous chef

"ellie can you hand me the lemon?" you ask but she's still dancing

"ellie! the lemon?!" you say louder, breaking her from her dance session

"jesus, babe, where are your manners?" she teases as she hands you the lemon to which you thank her with a peck on her lips.

ai audios:

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams x reader smut #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams tlou2 #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fan fic #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams oneshot #modern!ellie williams #college!ellie williams #ellie williams one shot

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mayajadewrites · 5 months ago

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i said sit - levi ackerman x plus size reader

✦ synopsis: levi ackerman is not a patient man. so when you tell him that you're too scared to sit on his face, he makes sure he gets what he wants.

✦ chapter content warnings: plus size f!reader, oral (f! receiving), levi is sort of an asshole but in a sweet way

✦ characters: levi ackerman

ao3

tag list: @come-away-with-me87

"You can't be serious right now." Your boyfriend, Levi Ackerman, furrowed his eyebrows. "Say that again."

"Baby don't act like you haven't seen me." You outline your body with your hands. "I'm heavier than you. If I sit on your face I'm afraid I'll crush you."

You and Levi were standing in the doorway of his room in his apartment - a place you have been frequenting more lately. Some of your possessions are placed neatly around the space, mostly so if any woman comes over they know that there's one already here.

Toxic? Maybe. But your boyfriend is Levi fucking Ackerman, and you know there are many women who would love to sleep with him.

Not that he really has anyone over but you anyways.

"I'm not fucking blind." Levi pressed his large hand to the other side of the doorway, looking down at you. You're about an inch shorter than him, which is why everyone says you were made for each other. "You act like I haven't seen you naked."

"It's... different." Your doe eyes find his gaze. "Being on top... I've had b bad experiences."

Levi's expression turned sour as he analyzed your face. "You mean to tell me a man made you feel insecure about yourself?"

You turn your head to the side, not wanting to verbally answer him.

"Look at me." Levi forcefully grabbed your chin with his thumb and index finger, setting your face straight. "Answer me."

"Yes. God, Levi. Leave it alone." You try to turn around to enter his room, but he blocked you with his muscular, chiseled arm. He's wearing a short sleeve black shirt that tugs a bit at his biceps.

"You're going to do as I say. Ok?" Levi's voice was low. You stared at your boyfriend in that moment - why were you so scared to let him pleasure you? He has been nothing but amazing these past few months that you've been dating.

His mouth found yours in a hot, frenzied kiss as he pushed your back against the doorway. The kiss caught you off guard, but your pussy clenched as his lips attached to yours.

Levi dragged his hands along your curves, grabbing the meat of your hips gently with his calloused hand. He groaned against your lips as he kneaded your hips, moving his hand to your ass.

"Any man would be lucky to have your pussy on their face." He hooked his arms under your thighs, picking you up to wrap your legs around his waist.

He picked you up like you were a fucking paperclip.

Even though Levi's frame is small, the man is the strongest. He never once winced when picking you up, or when you lean your body into his.

Your tits pressed against his chest as you cradled his face, his beautiful face in your soft hands. Your kisses are needy, slipping your tongue inside his mouth frantically as the knot in your stomach tightened.

Levi lead you to his bed, his king size bed that looked like a cloud. He sat you down at the edge as he peeled his shirt off, then helping you with your clothes.

"Levi, I-"

"Shut up." He cut you off, peeling your clothes off your body. "Listen to me. I want you to ride my face. Am I making myself clear?" He pulled your jeans off swiftly.

You open your mouth to speak but no words come out. You look down at your stomach, your fingers dragging along the softness and rolls.

"You are the most beautiful person I've ever met." Levi knelt down in between your legs. "Have I ever made you feel otherwise?"

You shook your head, biting your bottom lip gently. "No."

"Trust me." He kissed your lips once more before laying down on his back on the plush fabric of his comforter.

You take a deep breath, crawling to where Levi is laying.

"You look so sexy crawling to me." Levi growled. Your tits were almost falling out of your hot pink lacy bra, a lace thong to match. He loves the color pink on you, so you made sure to buy plenty of hot pink bra and panty sets. "We'll have to revisit that later."

You smirked, gaining more confidence. You straddled your legs around his waist, sliding your body up. You're sat on his chest, his hands gripping your ass.

The look in his eyes is almost feral. They look more blue than grey from up here.

He kissed your inner thigh, slapping your ass gently with his hand as he watches your expression. "What are you waiting for, baby?"

You close your eyes, moving your hips forward slowly.

"Fuck it." Levi pushed your ass roughly so your clothed, wet core was now on his face. "I said sit."

"Levi!" You gasp at he feeling of his tongue on the fabric.

"You gonna leave these on or what?"

You raised to your knees and slid your thong off, throwing it to the side of the bed.

Levi gazes up at the beautiful sight of your pussy, dripping with arousal so much that it looks like it's sparkling.

He slapped his hands on your ass, pulling you down to him.

"Oh, fuck!" You feel the contours of his face as his hands apply more pressure to your ass. He blows cold air onto your folds, causing the hair on your neck to stand up. He dragged his tongue along your folds, getting an initial taste of you.

Levi wasted no time in lapping up your juices. His tongue dove into your aching pussy as his mouth sucked on your clit. Your legs began to twitch, one hand on the headboard and the other buried in his raven hair.

His hand grazed the top of your ass, caressing the skin gently. Even when he's eating you like he's been starved for weeks, he still makes you feel comfortable.

"Mmph, Levi." He uses the other hand to slip two fingers inside of you as he continues to suck on your swollen clit.

"That's it, baby. Ride my face."

You rock your hips back and forth as you feel the coil on your stomach growing tighter. He smacks your ass roughly as your hips move and you swear you can feel his smirk.

"Levi, fuck I'm gonna come." You take a staggered breath.

"Not yet." He mumbled against your pussy. "I'm not finished with my meal." His fingers curled inside of you, his tongue lapping up every drop of arousal.

Your hips start to grind at a quicker pace as you feel yourself coming undone. Levi's hand pushed your ass down onto his face to plunge his tongue deep into you, exploring depths of your pussy that no one has.

"You taste so good, pretty girl. So wet for me." Lewd sounds filled the room as his mouth continued to devour you.

"I can't hold it much longer." You whine.

"What a needy brat. Go." He slapped your ass as a signal for you to come undone on top of him.

The coil snapped, and you swore you could see stars. Your hips continued to rock on his face as you reached euphoria. Levi's tongue, not showing any signs of being tired, assisted his lips with sucking and licking your swollen, overstimulated clit.

You pull on his hair gently with your fingers, finally descending from your high. Levi pulls you next to him on the bed, laying on your side. Before wiping his face with the back of his hand, he drags his index finger across his swollen, pinkish-red lips and dips his finger in your mouth.

"Taste yourself, princess."

You wrap your lips around his finger, tasting your own arousal. Levi wraps his arms around your soft body, bringing his face to the crook of your neck. He places soft kisses against your skin as he holds you tightly in his arms. "I'm gonna need seconds. I'm still hungry."

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pascal-princess · 7 months ago

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[ playing dangerous ]

a/n: this is my first ever fic so pls be kind!! also not proofread so any mistakes i apologise.

— warnings : dark fic (18+), joel isn’t what you think in this, domestic abuse! (not joel), drugging, dom!joel, big!joel/small!reader, age gap (not mentioned but it’s there, around 26 years), kidnap if you squint ig. + plus tommy.

“Joel it’s all kickin’ off next door man”

Tommy’s voice filled his ears through the phone as he sighed… not again… surely.

“What this time?”

“It’s that dude, I ain’t gotta clue what his problem is but she’s gettin’ the brunt of it yet again” Tommy’s eyes scanned through the blinds that were peeled apart by his fingers, peering into your window trying to get a good visual of what was going on.

This had been going on for the past few months, your boyfriend Rick had a bad gambling addiction… and based on his results you’d either get pounded brutally into the bed as his victory celebration, despite your cries. Or… like today; a hissy fit which every time without fail, resulted in bruises and tears, as his anger at his loss seemed to be all your fault.

This time; tommy could hear the heavy thuds of furniture being thrown across rooms, and twinkles of glass that smashed beneath your feet. He could hear the soft whimpers and sobs that left your body as Rick practically screamed at you.

“it’s all your fault you fuckin’ bitch, you make me do this”

“Joel what do i do, man? I can’t jus’ leave er’”

“Stay where you are, I’m comin’ home”

Joel hung up the phone and got into his pick-up truck and began the short drive home; he knew you were a sweetheart, a soft innocent angel who wouldn’t hurt a fly. You always smiled at him and even once baked him cookies, which he admired for a good few days before throwing his diet out the window, consuming the gooey chocolate chip delights you made. He couldn’t understand why you stayed, why you let Rick treat you the way he did. He also couldn’t understand how Rick could treat you such a way.

Maybe you were secretly an awful person, he thought… or hoped. Because the thought of someone as kind and caring as you receiving the exact opposite just because of the fact that you won’t fight back killed him inside. He refused to admit the feeling of jealousy that ached inside of him; but he often thought of what it’d be like to hold you at night, to be the man to make you smile, to wipe away your tears instead of being the dick that caused them.

His anger grew more and more as he approached his driveway, speeding up a bit as he swerved in and pulled to a halt, the tires screeching against the concrete. He threw open his door and made the short walk to your front porch, knuckles thumping against the wood as he waited for a response… that was when he realised… silence.

He banged again and called your name this time, willing you for a response. You could’ve heard a pin drop, and it was scaring him.

He was just about to kick the door down when he heard the lock of the door flick, and watched as it slowly peeled open, too slow.

“Joel?” your cracking voice called his name and he could’ve burst into tears himself.

“Sweetheart, ya’ alright?” he pushed open the door a little more to get a view of your face, and god he wished he hadn’t.

“Honey” He sighed, eyeing the swelling bruise that imprinted itself onto your cheek, the redness of your face from crying just intensifying it.

“Joel, please just go” you kept yourself hidden, yes, Rick was gone. He walked out as soon as he was finished releasing his stress, with the words “i’ll be back later” but you still felt the quivers of fear make their way through your body.

“I can’t do that, you know i can’t” His hands were placed on his hips as he scanned everywhere he could for more marks, and all he could see was bruises, old and new, littered across your arms. Even the softness of your feet covered in dried blood from stepping on the glass.

When that caught his eye he knew you needed attention.

“Right, you’re comin’ over so i can get ya cleaned up” He reached for your hand but you pulled back abruptly.

“I can’t, Joel. I can’t leave”

“Then i’ll carry you”

“You don’t get it!” you raised your voice a little louder to get the message across.

“You’re right, I don’t get it. But I ain’t gonna leave you alone right now so you either move, or I move ya myself”

You sighed, knowing he wasn’t gonna let up, so you made the brave decision to step outside… wincing as your feet made contact with the hard stone below you. Joel was there right away, scooping you up into his arms and hoisting you on one side of his hip as his other hand closed your front door. He eyed you for a moment, making sure he wasn’t hurting you before making his way over to his house.

All the fear coursing through your veins dulled as you felt joel’s touch, he was much bigger than you which at the start intimidated you, but now all you wanted to do was crawl into his embrace and let him take care of your problems.

Joel was one of your favourite people; when you moved in you two immediately hit it off, becoming very quick friends. From what you heard from Tommy, Joel wasn’t the type of person to be overly nice to everyone he meets, but you were different. He would always help you out when you had issues with the plumbing or gas, as Rick was never interested in doing any of that. He would bring over leftovers for you as he knew you struggled to eat after a particularly bad fight. Basically anytime Rick wasn’t there, Joel was. Insisting on taking care of you when things went wrong. Helping you get out of bed, and brushing your hair for you on the worst days.

Tommy was already waiting with the front door open, allowing Joel inside as he carried you through the threshold.

“She alright?” Tommy asked and Joel nodded slightly, taking you through to the kitchen and perching you up on the counter, picking up your leg and inspecting your foot for the first time.

“You gotta’ start wearing shoes, sweetheart”

You gave a slightly amused breath at his words but he wasn’t laughing in the slightest. He was angry.

Angry at me? you thought

He moved to one of the cupboards, pulling out a first aid kit and making his way back to you, pulling a stool over and sitting in front of your legs, pulling your feet into his lap and getting to work with the antiseptic.

“ouch!” you winced as the stinging made its way through your body.

“I know babygirl, m’sorry. i’ll just be a little minute more and then you’re done, m’kay?”

That was another thing that was unusual with Joel, his affection towards you. It was clear that he cared about your feelings, maybe it was just because he knew that you didn’t get much at home… or maybe… just maybe…

“All done, sweet girl” you were pulled from your thoughts as he placed the bloodied cotton pads onto the counter beside you and you winced internally at how much blood there actually was. He picked up a thin bandage and began to wrap each of your feet. making sure the cuts were covered.

“Thank you” you spoke quietly, even when he was finished he still held your feet in his lap, the warmness and softness of his jeans bringing you comfort. It made you yawn and made your limbs stretch slightly.

“You tired?” he asked. You shook your head, you knew he’d have you sleep here if you asked but you didn’t want an excuse to stay any longer, on the off chance that Rick was already on his way home.

“I better get going” Joel’s hands held onto your hips as you slid down off the counter, your feet feeling way better touching the floor than before.

“She ain’t leavin’” Tommy’s voice interrupted the both of you, you turned to face the younger brother who was standing in the door way, essentially blocking your exit.

“I-I have to”

“No frickin’ way!” Tommy protested, raising his voice a bit.

“Tommy” Joel warned.

“No, absolutely not! You think we’re gonna let you go back there after everything that sick son of a bitch has done? You’re fuckin’ crazy”

“You don’t understand” You spoke softly, a whimper caught in the back of your throat.

“No you don’t understand! You wanna fuckin’ die huh? You got some sorta death wish?” Tommy was stepping closer to you, not with the intention of intimidating you but out of pure frustration with you.

“Tommy! Back the fuck off” Joel stepped forward now too, both brothers exchanging looks that told you this had been more than a one time conversation. You couldn’t help the tears that burned your eyes, begging to be released, your lip wobbling with every breath.

Tommy was an incredible friend to you, but he was the harsher one out of the two brothers when it came down to you. Joel was better at hiding his true feelings but Tommy, wouldn’t let you hear the end of it.

“What if one day we ain’t there huh? what’s she gonna do? who’s she gonna run to? If she ain’t already dead by that point” his words were harsh and brought all your emotions to light.

“Stop it! please!” you burst into tears, chest tightening as your sobs began to wrack your body.

Joel was immediately at your side pulling you into his embrace tightly and running his hand through your hair, whispering sweet words.

“M’sorry, honey. But you ain’t leaving tonight and that’s final” Tommy spoke before disappearing into the hallway.

“He ain’t tryna be mean sweetheart” Joel whispered as you clung to him.

“I-I know” you spoke hiccuping through your words.

“He’s just worried about you, and so am I”

You pulled away from Joel’s embrace, wiping your eyes. Of course you knew it was wrong, Of course you knew you could get seriously hurt or end up dead. But if it was that straightforward you would’ve been gone a long time ago.

“Can you at least stay until i get some painkillers in ya’?” Joel asked, and it wasn’t a big ask at all… but to you it felt like a hefty question. But it wouldn’t hurt right? You could take the painkillers then head straight back home as if nothing happened.

You nodded and Joel gave a soft smile, and took your hand, leading you through the house and up the stairs.

“I keep everythin’ in my bathroom cabinet, jus’ better that way” he seemingly answered every question you had without you even having to ask.

He led you to sit on his bed as he went into the bathroom, rummaging for a few moments before returning with little white capsules in his hand, he reached into his night stand and grabbed an unopened bottle of water, twisting the cap and handing you both items.

He watched you carefully as you took the pills, swallowing them with water and taking a few more chugs of the water as you didn’t realise how thirsty you were. You handed the bottle back to him and he placed it back on his nightstand.

His room was so cozy, you had never been up here before. Shades of grey and black accented the room, lights dim and sheets soft, his bed big enough for 4 people never mind just him. You could tell this room probably wasn’t his idea as Joel wasn’t one to prioritise his own comfort. It was so cozy that your eyes began to droop, and your head began to sway.

“Lay down, babygirl” Joel instructed and even came to your side to aid you but you pushed him off.

“Nuh-uh I can’t, have to go home”

“Just lay down for 5 minutes, c’mon i don’t want you passing out” he insisted.

“M’kay, 5 minutes” He helped you lay down as you got comfortable on his plushy sheets, it was almost unusual how sleepy you were. You felt your eyes begin to shut against your will and felt your breathing begin to slow. You were falling asleep, but no matter what you did you couldn’t stop it from overcoming you. Your body drifting into a deep slumber before Joel’s eyes.

If only you’d of seen the bottle of sleeping pills sat out on his bathroom counter.

When you woke, it was way darker outside, an ambient light flashing through, you squinted for a minute until you realised it was police lights. You searched your surroundings realising you were wearing a t-shirt and bottoms that did not belong to you, and you were also laying on joel’s pillows, the covers atop of you. You threw the covers off and began to stand up, your sleepiness still coursing through your body. how long did i sleep?

You padded towards the window, looking out and gasping at the sight of Rick being pushed into the back of a police car, his protests actively ignored by the officers, you began to start panicking but something caught your eye, or someone.

Tommy stood on the front porch, a cigarette hanging from his lips as he watched the car drive down the street, the officer driving giving him a wave as they passed… they know each other?

“You’re awake” your body jolted as you spun round to face Joel, who stood in the middle of the room holding a mug of what looked and smelled like tea. He motioned for you to take the mug but you ignored him, eyeing him with a look of betrayal.

“I know you didn’t want this sweet girl but i-”

“Didn’t want this? Joel do you have any fucking idea what you’ve just done? He’s gonna get out and he’s gonna come straight for me, do you understand that?” you ran your hands through your hair, pacing back and forth and contemplating all of your options.

“Hey, hey, hey” Joel sat the mug down and walked over grabbing a hold of your shoulders and pulling you to him. “He ain’t gonna hurt you no more, understand”

You looked into his eyes and saw nothing but pure sureness in his eyes.

“He comes anywhere near ya i’ll kill m’ myself”… again, the sureness… but something else lurked in his irises, something dark.

“You’re not killing anyone Joel” you pulled out of his grip and began to walk away, searching for your lost clothes, rummaging through his wardrobe and under his bed.

“Where’s all my stuff?”

Joel sighed and walked over to you again.

“It’s in the laundry, why are you so desperate to leave? He’s not here anymore” You heard the frustration in his voice but why was he angry at you, it meant you could go home peacefully.

“Because it’s my home, Joel”

“This is your home” He said plainly, which in any other circumstance would’ve been sweet but you couldn’t shake the feeling of something being wrong.

“That’s kind Joel but I really gotta-”

“You think now that i’ve got you i’m just gonna let you go?” He chuckled.

The air shifted as you looked into Joel’s eyes that seemed to have nothing but pure lust for you, he had been drinking.

But it wasn’t until your eyes caught the little orange pill bottle sat open on the counter that it finally clicked. And he noticed when it clicked. His eyes followed yours and he sighed at his mistake, before giving a slight scoff.

“Sorry, probably shoulda’ put that away before”

“Joel?” You grew more and more frightened as the seconds grew by, this wasn’t your Joel. This Joel had something dark and malicious about him.

“Hey, it’s alright sweetheart” he came up and held your face in his hands…

“I’m gonna take care of you now”

a/n: please let me know if you want a part two i’d be happy to write one! any comments and reblogs are so greatly appreciated thank you so much for reading.

love, mila🎀

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lipstickmarks · 2 months ago

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wet t-shirt contest

— Mor x fem!reader

Summary: You and Mor get a little silly and have a wet t-shirt contest at home. 😜

Warnings: smut, alcohol, oral (f receiving), fingering, nipple play, finger sucking, a little cum play, pussy slapping, a little overstimulation, slight dom/sub dynamics, sub!reader, dom!mor, switch!reader

“Morrigan. Don’t you dare.”

You slowly backed away from your girlfriend who was grinning like a she-devil with two pints of ale in her hands.

By coincidence, you had both donned white baby tees today and Mor had been complaining that yours wasn’t sheer enough and she couldn’t see your glorious tits through it.

You had been preparing lunch when Mor poured drinks for you two and accidentally spilled down the front of her shirt, the alcohol making her shirt stick to her sternum.

Apparently, laughing was the wrong reaction.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Mor purred, her long legs stalking toward you. “Don’t you want your drink?”

You shook your head.

“Uh-uh.”

Mor giggled.

“Come on. We can have a wet t-shirt contest. I’ll go first.”

Now, you considered yourself to be an evolved female. An intellectual. A feminist. But watching beer cascade down your girlfriend’s chest, her white tee becoming wet and see-through, exposing her hardened nipples to you sent some primal wave of attraction and lust through you.

Beer plus boobs equals hot.

Mor pouted down at herself.

“Aw, I’ve made a mess.” She fixed her brown eyes on you. “Help me clean up?”

You nodded dumbly as Mor peeled her shirt from her body, the movement sending her tits bouncing.

She crooked a finger in your direction and you walked toward her as if under her spell.

When you reached her, Mor took your chin in her hand and kissed you. Her lips were soft and plump and tasted faintly of raspberry lipgloss.

She pulled away and looked at you with that same twinkle in her eyes she always had when you two kissed.

“Do something for me, baby?”

“Yes.” You’d do anything for her.

“Forgive me for this.”

With one fluid motion, Mor upturned the pint of ale and doused your shirt with it.

You squealed as the sticky liquid permeated your shirt and ran down your stomach and back, leaking through your jeans and down onto the floor as well.

“Mor!” You scolded.

“Look at that…” Mor grabbed you by your shirt and pulled you against her bare chest. She kissed you again, her tongue grazing your bottom lip. You parted your lips and let her in. She swiped her tongue through your mouth and sucked on your tongue, causing you to whine.

Mor pulled away with an audible ‘pop!’ and grinned at you.

“You won.”

You looked down between the two of you, your wet boobs pressed against Mor’s and goddamnit and if the sight wasn’t making you hot.

“What’s my prize?”

Mor’s lips turned upward in a smirk and she kissed you again, her hands settling on your hips and then sliding up through your shirt to squeeze your boobs.

“Whatever the hell you want, honey.”

💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

What you wanted was Mor’s head between your legs and that’s exactly what she gave you.

After pulling off the rest of your clothes, Mor pushed you onto the bed and buried her tongue deep inside you, licking and suckling at your clit until she brought you to the edge.

“Mor… fuck!” You moaned, tightening your hold on Mor’s blonde hair.

Mor chuckled against you, pausing to press a kiss to your inner thigh.

“I think we should have wet t-shirt contests everyday.” She said casually, as if she were talking about where to get lunch next week. Her finger circled your entrance, ghosting over your lips. “What do you think, baby?”

You whimpered and Mor slid a finger in.

“We can do champagne, wine, seltzer.” She lazily pumped in and out of you and her nonchalant ease was making you crazy. “It was so hot seeing you like that. All wet and sticky and exposed.”

While she was fingerfucking you, she reached up with her free hand to squeeze and grope at your tits.

You whimpered from the pleasure she was pulling from you, your head falling back on the silk pillow. But Mor knew her girl, knew exactly what you could take and what you liked, so she slid in another finger.

“Ah!”

Mor pressed a kiss to your clit as she continued to pump both fingers in and roll your nipple between her fingers.

“Mmm… I like those sounds, babygirl. Keep going.”

She licked and nipped at your skin, along your thighs and suckled your clit. The hands playing with your chest wandered up your neck and over your lips and you knew what she wanted.

You parted your lips and let her slid her fingers inside. You swirled your tongue around them, sucking on her fingers. Her long, pretty fingers. You were too shy to say but you had such a fascination with Mor’s fingers. They were long and pretty and when they were manicured?? You were a goner.

You whined when she pulled her fingers out but let out a sharp moan when she ran her now wet fingers down your chest.

Mor sped up her work at your core, fingerfucking you to an orgasm.

You were so close, especially with the wet sound of her fingers pumping in and out of you spurring you on.

Mor could tell you were about to climax and she finally detached her head from between your legs and sat up to kiss you. She always liked to be kissing when she made you cum.

“My. Pretty. Girl.” She said between kisses. On the third kiss, she latched onto your lips and didn’t let go. She wiggled her bare chest against yours, her nipple grazing over your wet ones. The friction was too good.

“Mor!!” You cried out as you finally felt your orgasm wash over you, her fingers fucking you through it and her lips never leaving yours.

Your thighs were shakey and your hole was so sensitive as Mor slowly pulled her fingers from you, circling your clit with your cum as she did and giving your pussy a little smack.

“Ah!” You buried your head in her neck and bit down on the skin in retaliation. Mor loved to tease you when you were all sensitive and overstimulated.

Mor giggled and wrapped you up in her arms, pulling you close to her. She pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“I love you.”

“I love you.” Your declaration came out a bit breathless but it was true nonetheless.

Mor sat up, readjusting herself and laying her head on your chest.

“Rest, sweetheart. I’ll make you some lunch when you wake up.”

Immediately, you sat up, causing Mor to fall into a sitting position on your lap.

“I don’t think so, Morrigan.” You whispered. Your fingers spider-walked up Mor’s sternum.

Mor’s brown eyes widened at the tone in your voice.

“Why?”

You hummed and pretended to look contemplative.

“Because your perfect tits started this whole mess,” You said, pinching one of her nipples to underscore your words, eliciting a sharp moan from your lover. “You had your fun with me and now it’s my turn.”

You licked a stripe up her chest and around her nipple, sucking on it.

“Fuck.” Mor hissed, her hand sliding up into your hair and holding on by the roots. You’d be sure to give Mor a few love bites on her chest, a little trophy to memorialize your first wet t-shirt contest.

Perhaps your girlfriend was right. Maybe you should do this every week.

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dream0fschism · 2 years ago

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Heyyy. I hope everything is well for you. Can we have some headcanons with the 141 boys ( plus König, Graves and Alejandro if you can) with a housewife! reader. They just came back from a super hard mission and need to let off some steam and pent up stress😏 (if you know you know)

oooooh go on then!

enjoy x

Ghost

- as soon as he gets in, drops all he's carrying and pulls you straight into his lap.

- spends barely any time on foreplay because it's been long enough already, he just wants to bury his cock inside you.

- he does just that, with you still sitting in his lap he'd have you face him whilst you ride his girth on the sofa and massage your fingers into his neck.

- he won't say it, but he loves when you give him those little massages. they unwind him almost as much as spilling deep into you does.

Price

- would be cheeky, saying "suck my cock, will you babe? it's missed you so much."

- you'd happily oblige, purring against his gentle strokes to your head as you pushed your throat down onto his length.

- he'd probably not want to cum like this, though, eventually urging you onto your back and teasing your entrance with his tip.

- he'd fuck you with generous strokes to your clit, still focused on your pleasure despite his desperate chase of his own release.

Gaz

- would most likely be hard the whole time he's on his way back, before he's even seen you.

- so eager to get his hands on you that he just pulls you against him, both of you still fully clothed.

- you'd just dryhump each other for a while, not in a rush to go anywhere as you finally have the time you'd been missing.

- tbh, he'd probably undress everything except for his boxers, more than fine with cumming in his own pants if you were rubbing your soaked pussy over the prominent tent in them.

Soap

- stops on his way home to bring you a gift (something small, like chocolates or a bottle of wine)

- he does this so he can, afterwards, jokingly say. "okay, now i've spoiled ya.. what's my present?"

- you'd strip for him, because that's what he loves the most. he likes to palm himself through his restrictive cargos whilst you spread your hands along the expanse of your body and drive him silly.

- he eventually loses his patience and pushes you onto the sofa, bed, nearest surface, and pulls you by the thighs until you're flush against his hips, before unzipping his bottoms and freeing himself to stuff you.

Alejandro

- walks through the door and says something like, "i'm here, cariña, your prayers have been answered." (you once told him how big his cock was, and he never let it go)

- he's very romantic, would carry you to bed despite being exhausted and pepper kisses all over your body.

- missionary, but that way he can suck your lips into his mouth whilst he kneads the softest parts of your skin.

- he fucks you hard and slow, like he's practiced it in his head each day he's been away from you. when he cums, he says, "fuck, mami. i think i'm gonna have to retire real soon."

Graves

- when he gets home, he's so relieved to be by your side again but so tired that he just wants to do something more relaxing. like a 69.

- he'd be happy to close his eyes and latch his lips onto your pussy whilst you swallow around his cock.

- he'd definitely press his hands into your legs to increase the pressure of your heat on his face. he'd also buck his hips to fuck your throat a little deeper at the same time.

- instantly knocks out after you both cum, pulls you onto him followed by the bed sheets and basks in the warmth that cuddling naked brings him.

König

- walks through the door, drops his back and storms towards you with determination. peels his hood from his head and pulls you into a strong embrace, tenderly pressing your lips together.

- he would situate himself on the sofa, say, "i've missed your taste so much, my love. please, would you sit on me?"

- you'd sit on his face eagerly, loving just how much he enjoys being used as your seat. he grips your hips as if he's trapping you in the moment, flattens his tongue as you rub yourself up and down along it.

- moans when you cum into his mouth, cums in his own pants just from eating you out alone. says, "thank you, darling. you were delicious."

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anchoeritic · 2 years ago

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-ˋˏ 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀 ˎˊ

— pairing: ellie williams x afab!reader

— synopsis: after coming across a stash during patrol, ellie brings some home to share with you but another situation starts to blossom; somewhere between your thighs.

— warnings: eighteen plus only content, marijuana usage, tall ellie, smut; oral (ellie rec.), fingering, clit play, praise kink, thigh riding, switch ellie, names used: ‘babe’, ‘my girl’, etc.

THE LIGHT TUMBLES OF YOUR FEET paired perfectly with the wandering hands of Ellie, kisses only deepening when she pulls your body closer to hers. "Missed you, babe," mumbling into the crook of your neck, "how's my girl doing today?"

You smile at her words, feeling your cheeks growing warm. "How do you think she's doing?" You shot back, wrapping your arms around her neck. She let out a chuckle when she hears you, looking up at you with tired eyes.

"Looks like she could take a break," she started, "looks like I could help her with that break." Her eyes took turns between your lips and the rest of your body, mostly your lips though, besides your obviously erect nipples peeking through her shirt.

Her hand took you by surprise as she grabbed a handful of your ass, pushing you forward to her. "You're tired, El," You bit your lip, "I can see it in your eyes."

Looking closer, you slowly start to realize she wasn't exhausted from her day out.

"Am I really tired, though?" She giggled, hiding her face into the crook of your neck. You could feel her teeth sinking into your skin as she left nibbles down the sides of your throat.

"El, weren't you patrolling today?" You tried to look down at her, only resulting in her pulling your head back by your hair, keeping your neck exposed to her lips.

"Fuck. What did you get yourself into?"

You should've known straight off the bat when she walked in, you didn't register the stench until you caught onto her hooded eyes surrounded by the pinkish patches.

"Found some during patrol. You can't blame me for taking a sample hit, babe." Mumbling, her hand reached back into her jeans pocket, pulling out the smallest bag you've ever seen.. inside of another tightly wrapped piece of paper towel.

You shook your head at your girlfriend's antics, the two of you sharing a laugh together.

You couldn't believe that she managed to sneak one home, just for you. Even when high, Ellie still thought of you; bringing you a stolen joint from wherever it came from.

"More like a sample joint," you try to snatch the bag from her hand, only for her to move her arm away even faster, "Ellie." "Babe."

She smirked down at you, shoving the bag back into her pocket. "Where are your manners?" she asked, teasing you, "what's the magic word?"

"'Magic word', my ass!" Rolling your eyes, you attempt to slide your hand down her body. She lets out a "tsk", slapping your hand away. Attempt number two: Mission failed.

Leaning in closer, both her arms were wrapped around your waist, holding your body pressed up against hers. Your cheeks flushed warm at the sudden pressure of her chest on yours, throat going a bit dry.

Her breath fanned over your nose, eyes still scanning over your flustered expression from above. Her height had an advantage, towering over you like a shadow.

It made her feel more in control during situations like this, her always being the one to take the shot, letting you eat the damn bullet.

"You're a big girl, you should know." Her lips barely brush over yours, "don't tell me you forgot."

"God, this is so fucking stupid, El," you refused to stand down, "just pass it already."

"Just came home and you're already cursing me out, huh?" She tilts her head.

"Use your big girl manners and say please."

The curves of your waist were taken up by her hands, pushing up the cotton t-shirt to come in contact with your skin. Your shorts hung low on your hips, practically asking for Ellie to peel them off of you.

Closeness. Intimacy. The two never failed to come intertwined. You wished you could feel Ellie against you all the time; her cuddles were just as comforting as her lips when they're kissing you.

Love wasn't easy with her, that was something you could never deny. It took a while for her to break from her shell, crawl out from within the barricades protecting her splintered heart.

Your story was a perfect example of friends-to-lovers. You were her shoulder to rest on, eventually building up to the structure of her home.

Falling into her hands was easy, the trust was hard. Opening up to her was one thing, admitting your feelings was another. But luckily for you, those same confessions were reciprocated within the same night.

"Please, Ellie?" You plead, looking up at her with doe eyes. If it wasn't for Ellie's intimidating expression, you would've kept your mouth shut. Considering her size compared to you, you were petrified.

"There's my girl." She smiles, cupping your cheeks together with one hand.

Without another thought, her lips crashed onto yours. The hot embrace of her mouth closing in on your tongue, making your stomach churn and bubble.

The kisses are intoxicating, the reek of marijuana coming off from her clothes as they were slowly discarded from the scene, thrown to the closest basket.

You were next; her shirt was pulled off your body, pants coming in just at second, the two of you making out under the moonlight in just your undergarments.

"That's my girl.." You could hear her muffled moans in between your kisses, her quiet words of reassurances were enough to send shivers down your spine.

It wasn't any better for the throb between your thighs, wanting to be touched, to finally feel another sensation other than a constant aching.

"Shut up and kiss me," you managed to mumble out.

She gripped at your ass again, holding onto a thigh to wrap it around her hip. "You don't have to tell me twice." Walking forward, she backed you up onto your shared bed, pushing you gently.

"C'mere, pretty." You spread your legs a little to give her space to lay between. She obliged quickly, crawling on top of you, and straddling your lap.

As mentioned before, Ellie will always stay in control and she'll show it in every way she can to you. Her lips met yours once again, her tongue entering your mouth first.

Dominance was shown as she pinned your wrists up above your head, holding onto them with both hands. You were used to it by now. She never seemed to shake off the role of playing top, you knew she secretly thought otherwise, though.

With the grind of her hips, she started to rock against your lap, hiding your moans with her mouth.

Not many sounds were heard except for the creaks of your bed and the occasional breaths Ellie took every few seconds. Sweat beaded down her forehead, the ache between her legs bothering her just as much as yours did.

She couldn't ignore it anymore.

“I need to feel you, now.” She pulls away for another breath, pressing her forehead against yours. The bed had stopped creaking, the only sounds heard were your heavy pants.

It took her by surprise when you quickly understood her, rolling yourself over to tower over top of her body instead, sitting tall on her lap with a smirk set on your lips. You still looked beautiful after a rough make out session, Ellie never understood how your lips still looked tasty with lipstick smeared all over your face. You could say the same about her; the same lipstick marks on you matched hers.

“This hurting you ego, babe?” you teased her, placing your hands on either side of her head.

She was the one looking up at you now, but with a clenched jaw and harsh eyes.

“Just a bit,” she rolled her eyes playfully, “still need you, though.”

“Let me help you out,” you lowered yourself down to her waist, hands roaming her skin. She closed her eyes at the feeling, relaxing herself. It took a lot in her not to flip you back around and be the one to devour you. Thought you’d appreciate seeing her at the bottom for once.

You were shocked to see your girlfriend at peace, relaxing at your touch. It wasn’t like her to let you pleasure her first, you assumed that it was the weed in her system.

Spreading her legs a little wider, you cupped over her warm cunt softly, earning a quiet mumble from her. “Don’t get used to this…” She whispered, putting her arms behind her neck as a headrest.

“Shhh, you’re ruining the moment.”

You tug at the hem of her boxer shorts, pulling them off her hips in one swift move. The creak of the bed didn’t help the noises of the wooden floorboards, if you were to get caught, they’d be the ones to blame.

Diving between her thighs, your tongue laid flat against her slick, collecting the wetness that had already soaked her underwear. This was all for you.

“Mm– Oh, fuck…” You hear her moans. It was rare enough for her to let you eat her out, even more rare to hear her moaning for you. Usually, you’re the one crying out for her. Oh how the tables have turned.

Gripping at the roots of your hair, you felt her push your head deeper into her cunt, your tongue now exploring between her folds. The flicks of your muscle sent her to another planet, her moans increasing in volume when you looked up at her.

Her head was thrown back, face flushed red with her tits barely spilling out from her white tank. Now, it was your turn to admire your girlfriend. Messy hair, stained lips, she was still just as pretty.

“Just like that,” she scratches your scalp, rocking her hips against your tongue, “holy fucking shit, babe.”

She tasted like heaven. The greatest dessert to ever be served on a silver platter.

Her thighs were trembling around your head, hands scrambling to grip onto something. She was on the edge of her high, the wave of her orgasm in preparation to wash over her in the matter of seconds.

“This is n-never happening again, you hear?” It didn’t help that your fingers were sneaking their way to make her reach her release faster, slipping into her pussy without notice.

You pulled away from her pussy to send her a smile, nodding your head. “What was that, El?”

“I said– fuck!” Your fingers pumped in and out of her at a fast pace, curling them when she tried to talk back to you.

“Let me have this,” you went back to licking at her clit, swirling and sucking on the swollen nub until she moaned about coming undone. “Cum, baby..”

The knot in her stomach tightened as her release bubbled in excitement, the long wait of her orgasm ready to overcome her.

It took her one last whine before it hit her; the waves of her orgasm washing over her like a tsunami, heavy tides sending her over the edge. Your tongue slowly helped her ride out her high, letting her grind against your face.

“Good first experience, hm?” You could hear the exhaust in her giggles as she sits up to look at you through her hooded eyes, her body in total tiresome from all the action. “‘M never letting you top me like that again, though.”

“Now c’mere,” she reaches down for you, “don’t make me wait.”

Pulling you back on top of her, your lips engulfed yours. She moaned at the sweet taste of herself, the flavour coating the inside of her mouth. Both your thighs straddled a single of hers, using it as a way to relieve your untouched cunt.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” She felt your arousal through your panties, almost dripping down her thigh. Still kissing you, she pushed the two of you back up in a sitting position, keeping you on her lap.

Her hands were set on your hips, moving you back and forth. The friction relieved your aching mess causing you to let a whimper escape from your lips.

“Ellie,” you dug your face into the crook of her neck, “mm, feels good…”

Slowly, she slipped her hands lower down from your hips, placing them right on the curve of your ass. She fiddled with the tag embedded in the back of your panties, comforting you while you rid her thigh.

“There you go, baby.” She squeezed your ass gently.

You bit onto her neck gently, shutting your eyes from the immense amount of pleasure provided to you.

“You’re doing so good,” she cooed, petting your head, “is my girl feeling better, hmm?”

Humming, you nodded your head, unable to mutter out a response. The bliss consumed you, you were finally being given the satisfaction of an orgasm.

You could feel her lips on your shoulder, laying tender kisses of comfort. All she wanted to do was make you feel good, even if it meant loving on you for the rest of the night. She does it all the time, anyways, it’s nothing new to her.

She just wants to see you pleased, and sometimes fucked out.

Your release was approaching soon, the rocks of your hips growing harder and harder with each stroke. She gripped onto you tightly, helping you grind against her thigh quicker.

“Give it to me, baby,” she mumbled into your shoulder, “I know you can do it. You’re a big girl.”

Just as Ellie, the orgasm hit you harder than expected; your body spasming. If it wasn’t for her arms holding onto you, who knows where you would’ve ended up.

Your thighs were sore from the constant movements, pussy sensitive from your recent orgasm, but Ellie had another thing in mind for the two of you.

While you were resting in the crook of her neck, she quietly reached over to grab the packet and a lighter from her jean pocket with one hand. The stench of marijuana filled the air more, adding onto the smell of Ellie’s discarded clothes.

“Up, baby.” Tapping your neck, she helps you move your head up right, pressing a kiss to your lips before you could say anything about what she was about to do.

The slight gap of your lips was a perfect place to put the blunt between, setting it right up for you. “Hm, cute.”

Flicking the edge of the lighter, a fire was ignited. She was careful with the flame, only placing it at the very end of the joint. “Don’t move.” The burn of the paper mixed with the mary-jane nearly had you over the clouds and you hadn’t even taken a proper hit yet.

After lighting it, she threw it onto the night table, watching as you tiredly sucked in a heavy cloud. Beautiful.

Who knew that one magic word could lead to sex and a single shared joint?

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queensunshinee · 4 months ago

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Time Of Our Lives || Part 21

Part 21:

When Liana texted Art that she wasn’t feeling well and would go to her apartment after work instead of coming to his place as planned, he didn't even notice his brows furrowing. Concern took over him. She also didn’t respond when he asked what was wrong.

They had been following this routine for over a month now. Liana would go to work, Art would go to training, and then she would come over, they’d have sex, and she would stay the night- at least four times a week. She had a shelf in his bathroom and several drawers in his closet (so she wouldn’t need to go home before work, which made sense).

When Art knocked on her door, he wondered for a moment if it was okay to show up at her place unannounced. He thought deeply and realized he had never been there. She had lived there for over a year, and he had never been to her apartment. He had hardly been to this part of town. He hated the fact that Liana lived in this part of the city, paying to live in a building that looked so rundown.

“What are you doing here?” She looked like he had just woken her up when she opened the door. She wore sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt he didn’t recognize, suspecting it might belong to Patrick, but he didn’t say anything about it. “You didn’t say what was wrong, only that you weren’t feeling well. I wanted to check.” He didn’t wait for an invitation and walked in. “I got my period and I’m exhausted, so I didn’t see the point in throwing myself at you,” she smiled as he raised an eyebrow and glanced around her apartment. There was a wall in the living room blackened with moisture. “You don’t have a couch in the living room,” he said, trying to keep his cool and not get upset by her statement. “You’re sharp today,” she responded sarcastically. “Why don’t you have a couch?” he asked. “I don’t like couches,” she replied, and Art continued to walk around the apartment, not that there was much room to explore- the place was the size of a matchbox. There was a peeling wall in the bathroom; how did that not drive her crazy?

“I can feel you judging me. Stop it.” She rolled her eyes, and he looked at her. “I’m not judging you,” he sighed. “Is there a supermarket nearby?” he asked. “Yes, why?” she replied as he opened the fridge, which was almost empty. “I can buy my own food; I’m just barely here,” she understood what he was planning.

“But you’re here today and have nothing to eat. Plus, you’re not feeling well and prefer to be here…” He paused, absorbed in observing the surroundings, "rather than at my place, which objectively has a fridge full of food and a couch.” He looked at her. “Art, my head is splitting, and my womb is stabbing me from the inside. I’m not hungry, and you don’t need to go to the supermarket.” She rolled her eyes and went to bed.

Art sighed and took off his shoes. Liana could be stubborn about things that had no reason to be stubborn about, but the last thing he wanted was to make her feel worse.

“Hey,” he muttered and lay down beside her. The bed creaked. He officially hated this place. He refused to believe she had lived here for so long. Had her parents been here? Maybe he would talk to them and get them to visit her. There’s no way they were okay with her living like this.

“Hey. Sorry I bailed on you.” She sighed and closed her eyes, settling on his chest. “You could’ve come to my place. You know that, right?” he said. Now that they weren’t looking at each other, it was a bit easier. “It seemed pointless since I can’t have sex,” she added a chuckle after the sentence.

Art didn’t respond. He really didn’t want to argue with her, and he felt that anything he said now could destabilize their situation.

“Why are you angry?” she asked without lifting her head. In moments like these, he hated how well she knew him. How every facial expression and sound he made revealed exactly how he felt. “I’m not angry, Lia,” he mumbled, gently running his fingers through her hair. “I know this place is falling apart, but it’s not so bad once you get used to it,” she tried to sound amused, but they both knew it was a baseless argument. Because no one should have to get used to mold and mildew on the walls. Certainly not Liana. Certainly not Liana when he was the one holding her most nights.

“Yeah…” he mumbled in response. “Art. Just say what you want so you don’t explode in two weeks; we both know it’s coming.” He could sense her eye roll from her dissatisfied tone. “Do you really think you can only come to me if we’re having sex?” he asked after a few seconds of silence. “That’s kind of the point of our agreement,” she mumbled, and now Art wanted to see her face when she spoke, so he moved a bit, and she lay beside him.

Art knew Liana struggled with these conversations. More than that, he never wanted to have this conversation. He wanted everything to just flow naturally to the point he wanted, and they were totally on their way there. Four nights a week is pretty committed. There’s no way she’s that clueless about the situation.

“It’s not a blood-signed contract, Liana, you know that, right?” he said, trying to sound amused but coming off as bitter. “I didn’t want to burden you; you already have a lot of pressure since you got the criterion for London,” she said, and Art ran a hand over her face again, unable to control the need to touch her when she was so close.

“You know I don’t think about the Olympics when you’re with me, right? Now every time you’re not with me or at work, I’ll just worry because you’re sleeping in a place with asbestos. I’d rather worry about the Olympics,” he said, expecting her to get upset, but she laughed. “What?” he asked, not understanding what was happening.

“I know you hate talking about Patrick, but when we first moved here, I yelled at him that we’d get sick because there’s asbestos in the walls, even though we asked the landlord, and he said there wasn’t.” She mumbled the end. “Sorry,” she quickly added, assuming she had made the conversation awkward.

“Lia, I don��t hate it when you talk about Patrick. You’re the one who hates talking about Patrick,” he replied. “Why don’t you have a couch?” he asked again, deducing it had something to do with Patrick.

“When we first moved in, we had nothing. Basically, there was just a bed, and we were super broke because neither of us had found much work yet, and Patrick hadn’t won any tournaments for a while. We also didn’t want to ask our parents for money,” she tried not to look at him, but his hand gently held her face in the same place. “Then Patrick brought some couch that someone gave him as a gift, and he was so proud of it. It was this awful color, had a huge hole, and smelled like piss. I felt like I hated him as much as I hated that couch, and it was unfair because he was trying to do something good, and I was just horrible to him for a few days,” she said, and Art nodded.

“I don’t think I’ve ever treated anyone as badly as I treated Patrick,” she concluded quietly. She didn’t even explain where the couch disappeared to, but Art understood. “Sometimes, it’s easy to be terrible to the ones we love,” he said. He wanted to say he knew Patrick and that he was sure Patrick was awful as well. That Liana didn’t need a couch with holes and walls with dampness, but he didn’t say it. “What’s the worst thing you’ve done to someone?” she suddenly asked, looking at him with big eyes.

“Sometimes, I think that the way I talked to you then,” Art said, watching her reaction and seeing her nod. “I thought about it a lot afterward…” she confessed. They had never really talked about it. So many years had passed since then. So much water under the bridge. “I never understood why you reacted that way. I think it stayed in my head for years” she said quietly, and Art closed his eyes for a moment and sighed, trying to gather his thoughts.

“It’s not an excuse, but when Patrick told me you were leaving, it was the day after we said we’d try to see if we could be together, when we sat outside at Christmas dinner,” he tried to see if she remembered. “Patrick told you?” her brows furrowed, she looked surprised, and her jaw clenched. “You didn’t know that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “No, you said your mom told you, and I didn’t understand why you were so angry and why you decided I was lying to you,” she said. “Patrick realized something had happened between us from how we behaved that evening and asked me what I would do when you left for Europe. It caught me so off guard. I felt like an idiot, like I was building this reality with you in my head while you were leaving me without saying anything…” Art was embarrassed to say it out loud because he knew how childish it sounded. “While you had already told Patrick,” he sighed and closed his eyes. The number of times he wanted to take it all back.

"He only knew that I had applied. I found out I was accepted two days before I was at your dorm. I planned to tell you, but the day before, I told my parents, and it was so hard. I just wanted a few more moments before everything changed," Liana said quietly. She didn't know Patrick was involved in it. She didn't know he was playing mind games with Art.

"You know that I was sorry for what I said the moment I said it, right?" he asked, and Liana nodded. "I know. I guess I knew it even before, but in the beginning with Patrick, I was deeply inside my own head," she said, quickly brushing her nose. She remembered how strange the beginning of their relationship was.

"What do you mean?" he asked, not sure if he was allowed to pry into their past like this. "Every time we made out and stuff, I kept thinking maybe I was overdoing it or something. Is it weird that we're talking about this?" she suddenly asked, interrupting herself. "No, I wish we had talked about this five years ago," he replied, and they both chuckled. "I was so convinced I was overdoing it and that Patrick would think I was desperate or that I was too much in general, or that he was just passing the time until he got what he really wanted," Liana lay on her back, not wanting to look at Art anymore. Talking about all of this was too hard.

"Lia, that was a ME issue. You were perfect. For years, I replayed the nights with you in my head. It didn't compare to anything else I had. You know that, right?" he asked, hating the fact that she turned her head away from him. He was thirsty for her gaze. He was always thirsty for her gaze. "It doesn't matter anymore. We were kids," she shrugged, and he nodded.

"You know I don't take this for granted, right?" he asked, and she turned back to him. "The fact that you let me back into your life. I won't throw that away for something meaningless." He explained himself, and she smiled. "We're a bit stupid, huh?" she asked, and they both laughed because everything really was stupid. "I need to ask you something. If it's weird, just say so, okay?" she added. "Shoot," Art didn't think there was anything Liana could ask him that he wouldn't answer. "Are you sleeping with other people?" she asked, and Art raised an eyebrow, unable to stop the smirk that appeared on his face. "Oi, relax. I don't care if you are. It's just that I was talking to Melissa, and she told me to ask you because we're having sex without a condom, and if you're sleeping with other people, then we probably should be using one, I think," she rambled, but Art was in his own universe.

"I wouldn't be sleeping with you without a condom if I were sleeping with other people," he said, biting his lip. "But you can, tho." she added. "Liana, we're together most of the week. When would I find time to fit someone else?" he was amused. "Do you want us to meet less?" she asked quickly. "How did you get that from what I said?" he didn't know why, but he really liked the direction of this conversation. "I'm not inferring anything. I'm just saying if I'm getting in the way of a line of girls you could be-" he kissed her a little to shut her up and a little because he wanted to. "I'm perfectly fine with how things are," he pressed his forehead against hers, and she nodded.

They're perfectly fine just like this.

Patrick had been living in his parents' vacant apartment in New York for several weeks now. What irritated him more than them agreeing to it without any argument, was the fact that they had asked him if everything was alright, if he needed anything. The apartment was so spacious that he wondered why he hadn't asked for it earlier. Why hadn't he approached them when they moved to New York? They spoke on the phone, they cared about what was happening with him, they offered help all the time, and he kept refusing. Why? Why was he so proud? About what? For whose sake? Why couldn't he have offered Liana to live in this apartment instead of the terrible place they were living in?

And while pride led Patrick, he knew he needed their help in every way now. He needed to get back into good shape. He needed the right nutrition and the toughest workouts. He needed to start winning again. And again, they decided to help him, because they said they remembered that in London it paid off and when he trained with Kirk he won quite a bit. They knew he had potential. Patrick thought he hated the word "potential" almost as much as he hated everything in his life right now. Why did he have to ruin everything good happening to him?

"Nice place," Tashi said after looking around, and he rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I knew you'd approve," Patrick replied. "Coffee?" he asked. "Why not, if you're going to waste my time, might as well do it with coffee," she settled into one of the chairs in the dining room while he prepared something to drink for both of them. "I'm not going to waste your time, Tashi," he said and sat down across from her. "Tell me how you're doing, don't be like this," he tried to lighten the mood. "I'm a busy person, Patrick, what do you want?" she was done with a small talk, Patrick had to know that already.

"I want you to be my coach," he said, not taking his eyes off her for a moment. Challenging her with a brazenness unmatched. "You're joking, right?" she returned, looking at him with a gaze he couldn't understand. "Why should I do that, Patrick?" she almost sneered. "Because I'm going to be better than him, and if you coach me, it will happen faster," he insisted. Not posing it as a question. Just stating fact. Like knowing that the Earth revolves around the sun, so Patrick Zweig will be better than Art Donaldson.

"You're delusional," she said after a few seconds of silence. "You know he got a criterion, right? He's competing in the Olympics in half a year. Do you really think I'll just leave him and go on some risky journey with you? Who do you think you are, Patrick?" she retorted. "You know what? You owe me, Tashi. You fucking owe me," he tried a different approach. "Excuse me?!" If she were closer, he would have got a slap across his smug face.

"You knew about the abortion and didn't say anything. The only reason your poster boy is that good right now is our night in Atlanta. You cost me Liana," he said arrogantly.

"You're projecting, Patrick. The only one who cost Liana for you is, well, you. Your inability to function in a relationship. Your inability to do the most basic thing and make your girlfriend happy. She was miserable. How does it feel to know that she preferred to talk to me than to talk to you? To know that you lost her forever to Art fucking Donaldson? To know that if he gets her pregnant she will be the mother of his children without thinking twice?" she looked directly at him. Sees his face changing from sadness to anger to determination.

"You won't coach me?" he asked after a few minutes of silence. Thinking about everything she said. "Of course I won't coach you, Patrick, but I can send you a list of sharks that might agree to waste their time on you. And you won't be better than Art, but you'll be a worthy competitor. You'll be able to make money and not be dependent on your parents' charity. That's the best I can do for you," she stood up, went to the door.

"You know I won't let this go on forever, right? You must know that." he said, and she turned to him with a questioning look. "The only reason Liana and I aren't together right now is that I know she needs to ventilate. The moment she returns to me - and don't get me wrong, she'll come back to me - he won't play like he's playing now," he said confidently.

"Patrick, you really don't understand what's going on around you, do you? They're madly in love. They're basically living together, not removing their eyes from each other. The whole package. Want me to give you advice as a coach? Find someone else to love. It's not your love story. It never was," she concluded and left the apartment.

What does Tashi even know about his love story at all? He's going to beat Art Donaldson in every competition from now on and especially in the most important competition, he's going to make sure Liana's back, before she gets confused to think that he's not the main character in her story.

Hey guys, sooo it's not my favorite chapter, so please bare with me. I was kinda struggling with it. But I think I'm on the right path, so the next one is going to come faster and might be better. Anyway, let me know what you think and I hope you're sticking around 💜🤍

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Eventual!Carmen x Reader

(this is just the beginning for the fic. its storyline/plot building. also the reader is midsize. not skinny but not plus. in the middle)

(im posting this its the beginning to a fic im writing & i just wanted to post this lil excerpt. hoping to get some feedback & see what people think! please, let it rip:)

Home. Home? What did that word mean to you? It was a noisy, dirty, yet charming city. An old house, at least sixty years old. Paint now peeling, gutters full of old leaves and shit. Home, a minute's walk across the road. Inside a warm dish of delicious food awaits. Michael hands you that first plate. There it was, the moment of truth. Determining if you were friend or foe. Not really though, just testing to see if you were a narc. (Later you would argue with Mikey that his logic made no sense whatsoever.)

You found a home in the dysfunctional, crazy ass Berzatto family. They quickly accepted you as one of their own. Having been Carmy’s best (and only) friend. Always so polite and sweet. Until Mikey or Richie pissed you off. They were always picking on you and Carmy. And sometimes they pushed hard enough to set you off. That is exactly why you’re all in this situation now.

“Fucking A. You ain’t gotta hit me that hard asshole! Seriously, it was just a fucking joke man! Lighten the FUCK UP!” Richie yelled. You sat across the island from him. Mikey was digging through the freezer. He was trying to find something to ice Richie’s face. You had given the bastard a black eye and a bloody fucking nose. Mikey was more than impressed. So was Richie, but he wouldn’t be telling you that any fucking time soon.

“I’m sorry Rick,” he scowled as you called him that. “I tried to warn ya that you went too far, but no, you just had to go there.” He just stared at you, deadpan. You sucked in a breath, cheeks puffed out. Head in your hands you let out the breath. Standing up and making your way in front of the man. A hand extended out, an olive branch.

Scoffing he smacked the hand away. Your chest tightened, Richie was basically your older brother. His rejection hurt, a fucking lot in fact. Not wanting him to see the tears starting to well up, you start to turn away. That is when you feel it. Two long, solid arms wrap around you. Twisting around, you rest your chin on his shoulder and grasp the back of his old ass hoodie tight. Fingers clenching the fabric.

“It’s all good Doll. I still love ya. Even if you broke my goddamn nose.” Richie held you, then after a beat, “I mean shit. My cheekbone feels like a grown man split it, kid.” The tender moment was over for now. Richie is trying to make a joke out of it. You smirk, shoving him by the shoulders into his previous seat.

“ ‘S what ya get asswipe! Quit fucking with her when she says. It’s called ‘boundaries’ cousin? Ever heard of the concept?” Mikey slapped a steak on his eye. The other man groaned.

“FUCK SAKES MIKEY! Please, could ya be a little more considerate or some shit? I already got rocked. Don’t need a worse fucking bruise.” Mumbling as he pushed Mikey’s hand away, holding the slab of meat.

“I am not eating that shit later Mikey, no fucking shot.” Giggling, you give the man a kiss on the cheek. “What’s for dinner anyways?” The dark haired man seemed to think for a moment, then said something similar to what landed Richie his shiner and fucked nose.

“Ask Carmy, I’m sure he has a few ideas for what he wants.” Wagging his eyebrows at you. The smirk was audible. Mikey seemed to be proud of himself for the quip.

“Y-You…motherfucker.. I swear I’ll end you, Berzatto. YOU BITCH, C’MERE.” You took off around the island to where he stood in front of the kitchen sink. Richie was screaming and crawling up onto the counter, “ You two fucks better watch out for me. My shit’s busted enough. Get the fuck outta here!”

The memories of Mikey and the family keep swirling through your head as you stand in front of the funeral home. It had been a year since you physically saw any of the Berzatto clan. Too many years since seeing your best friend. Carmen Anthony Berzatto. A name you desperately wanted to forget. The name felt hollow to say, a distant memory. A smoke show that never existed except only in the dark recesses of your mind. Brought up when you wish to torture yourself even more than usual.

Drinking in the cold Chicago air, you begin the trek up the stairs. One measly step at a time. Hoping to calm your racing heart. It felt like the organ was lodged in your throat, bound to come up in a grisly mess at any second. The walk into the foreboding building felt like it took light years and seconds all at once. Standing before the doors, hand hovering over the knob. Psyching yourself up you finally grasp the knob and starting to pull and-

“Fucking Christ! This is fucking insane.” A familiar voice barks out. The door was quickly and haphazardly thrown open. PANG! Jumping back it only caught your arm a bit. The pain was nice and a needed distraction.

“Oh shit, I am so sorry, I-I didn’t realize anyone…” a small gasp of surprise and a tearful chuckle. Then a slow shaky intake of air, “Doll, is-is that you? Or am I just fucking nuts?” Desperation paints his tone. His words crack and waver with emotion, no, sadness and grief. And a bit of hope.

“Hey cousin, I guess it's only fair, I did bust ya up good when we were younger. An eye for a, uh- arm, I guess.” Your voice was thick with the tears ready to be shed. Before you know you’re shoved into his warm chest. All you smell is stale cigarettes, and his woodsy, Ed Hardy cologne. The aroma of smoke, along with bergamot and amber soothes you. There was a time you despised this fucking scent. It was always too strong and pungent. Telling Richie he smelt like a hooker, wanting to piss him off.

“At least one of us is shaking ass and making some cash Doll.” SMACK! Richie shook his hips at you.

“You made it inside yet? ‘Course not, fuck. I-I’m sorry Doll, my brain is fucking lost. I-I don’t have a goddamn clue about what’s going on.” Apologizing and rubbing his nose roughly.

“Can’t lose something you never had Rick.” You smirk, jabbing him in his ribs.

“Hardy har. You got fucking jokes, eh? Nice, real nice…Shit.” Richie let out a loud sigh and looked at his feet, “Don’t call me fucking Rick man. Shit wasn’t cool when you were a kid, sure as shit ain’t cool now pip squeak.” He smacked you lightly on the back of your head. Reaching into his coat he grabs a cigarette, and swings the pack towards you. You quit smoking, (mainly vaping) a year ago. But, fuck it.

It is a funeral after all. Might as well take the edge off somehow. Being sober was fucking awful at times. You both finished the cigarettes in silence. After stubbing the cherry out, you gestured to the door.

“Think we should, uh, ya know?”

Richie swallowed his nerves and gave a single nod. The man had a hold of the handle before you could even think about it. Walking into one of the absolute worst possible moments of your entire fucking life.

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