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whumpshaped · 4 months
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I give beck a big hug, leaving a note in his hands. It's got "UR COOL" written in it with a big star next to it and 20 bucks.
Beck startles a little, not used to people just hugging him out of nowhere. You're gone before he can look at the note, and you don't turn back when he calls after you that you don't need to be giving him your hard-earned money.
That's fine. He's a vampire now. He takes off after you, catching up in no time and gently slipping the bill into your front pocket with a soft apology for giving you things without asking for permission. But he's just giving it back, that's different. He's gone before you could argue.
The note makes him smile.
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todayisafridaynight · 6 months
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harvard a lame school i bet aoki never got woken up at 11PM because his roommates were blasting music cause everyone a square there
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mediashiteracy · 7 months
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I feel like a lot of Good Omens viewers could do with a viewing of the show under the lense of trauma. Especially religious, spiritual, and cult based trauma. Limitation of ideas and experiences by a larger systemic force. Systems theory in general maybe. Elements of Protestant work ethic bullshit. Things in and around all that.
Some of my thoughts are under the “read more.”
Cause every time I’ve watched season 2 I get frustrated with Aziraphale right along with Crowley. Not for romantic reasons, not because I want them to be in love. But because I know this polite smiley facade Aziraphale puts up.
I’ve seen that nicety and propriety mask major fear, shame, and self hatred. I’ve watched the “I forgive you” play out hundreds of times first hand hoping it wouldn’t.
They went through so much. The whole season is a play back and forth with Crowley being the catalyst for Azirphale’s unlearning. But time and again the narrative and Aziraphale remind you how he can’t quite let go.
Telling Crowley he’s evil, telling himself he’s good.
Telling Elspeth she’s evil repeatedly only to realize she’s trying to desperately to survive. Saying the usual nonsense of those who suffer the most are the most holy, but it’s Crowley who calls it out as ridiculous bullshit. While Aziraphale falls into his usual, I’m good you’re evil. With Crowley being the one who acts to save her life. Then we’re reminded that as much time as they’ve spent together, when Crowley disappears again, they have spent much time apart.
The magic show scenes are precarious acts of trust. Seeming in their delivery that they’d be major strides in the both of them changing. But it’s very much luck that sides with them. Aziraphale and Crowley are both quick to enforce the binary between them. Shades of grey, but a light shade and a dark shade respectively.
Then we reach the your side and my side argument Aziraphale makes until the very end. The stakes have built themselves to this moment. I think it’s obvious without much information from Crowley himself that he’s in some ways accepted the dynamic. Despite it being constant barbs and stings he has to ignore every time Aziraphale continues to position them against eachother, even after all this time. Cause the thing is so much of this season is Crowley expressing apathy or genuine frustration at helping others, but he still fuckin does it every time. He tells Gabriel to jump out a window for hurting Aziraphale and nearly doesn’t, but still does stop him. It almost comes down to a words versus actions dynamic between them much of the time. It’s one thing to say you’re good, and another to actually do constructive things.
For all their time spent, the commitment feels unbalanced, and the reality of it remains unspoken between them. Aziraphale puts himself at risk for Crowley but he isn’t doing the sorts of changing that would completely pull him to falling the way Crowley has. His constant enforcement of him being good. To him saying, if I’m in charge we could change the system. Clinging so hard to this piece of his identity he can’t see how much it hurts and alienates him. Even when the system that hurt you in the first place is saying, “We approve of you, and yes it’ll be different this time.” Via Metatron. Which is incidentally everything you’d always wanted to hear…
They have constantly been at different stages in life. Crowley usually much further ahead than Aziraphale in more ways than people would like to admit. Because they’re positioned aesthetically and in biblical cannon as antithetical to one another. But the narrative makes a point to remind you that just because someone powerful says they’re right doesn’t mean they are, they just have the overwhelming ability to shut the mouths of those who say otherwise. They literally have Muriel pretend to be a cop on earth. Aziraphale is the one to go along with it.
I’d like to take a second to appreciate that Crowley chooses himself. It’s wonderful to see. He doesn’t want heaven, then he doesn’t want hell. He doesn’t want any side. He chooses himself. Chooses his bond with Aziraphale. Gabriel and Beelzebub are confirmation that that is possible. Material evidence Aziraphale can’t ignore, not for long.
Crowley went out on a major facade shattering limb confessing to Aziraphale. Confronting him at the same time. He’d thought it’d be enough to bring him in, to make it real for him. That seeing Gabriel and Beelzebub had shaken things loose, and made it as obvious as it was for him. But no, Aziraphale admits as much. Despite hesitations, he falls into propriety and smiles. No nasty bad feelings, no anxiety, no dread. Simplicity, not questions, not ambiguity. He had an angel duty to do, responsibility he still feels is a part of him. Of course he’d forgive Crowley for kissing him. For rejecting his offer. For denying him the bond he’d hoped they’d have. He’s so dismissive of Crowley and he can’t even see it, it’s Crowley’s final straw. All of Aziraphales facade, his clinging, his disassociation from humanity—he can’t let it go. Crowley hoped he was different now but he was proven wrong.
For some people deprogramming just doesn’t happen. For some people it takes a very harrowing event to occur before they’re snapped out of it. Humans are flexible, and resilient. We change often, though we do take time to do so. (I know that they’re angels, we all know the narrative is about people, okay?)
Despite regular experiences outside and beyond it all, Aziraphale constantly reframes the situations as black and white. The us vs them. Good vs evil. The end of this season is the biggest and most direct bullshit call he’s received. It’s likely going to make him double shit down, bottle up, to explode. Or it’ll become so hard to ignore it tears him up inside. He’s going to be a mess, he’s dissassociated himself from negative things, “negative” feelings, it’s going to destroy him emotionally. You can’t ignore entire sides of yourself forever. Gabriel literally disassociated all his memories and identity away to break free. Love isn’t curative. Love isn’t always the reason someone leaves. It wasn’t that for Crowley, and we’ll see what that reason (hopefully) is for Aziraphale.
Because though Aziraphale has grown, he still is partially the same angel who knew threatening Crowley with never speaking to him again would spur him into action. And for however bad he’d like to convince himself Crowley is, he does some thoughtlessly harmful shit to Crowley and other people. He’s doing things because he’s good, and good can never be wrong. And when confronted with all this corruption directly: He still says they can’t all be bad, I can fix it. He’s terrified to allow the questions, to experience the ambiguity. To deal with the not knowing, the true honest confusion that comes when you realize it’s all grey.
Aziraphale’s hesitations before he leaves are clearly him feeling real weighted consequences. Him telling himself he didn’t lose Crowley, Crowley was in danger of losing him. Crowley was bad, Aziraphale was good. As Gabriel and Beelzebub demonstrate, shit is fucking never that simple. But it’s what he’s used to, the fallback thought pattern. And the over simplification, the propriety, it’s biting him in the ass in ways it’ll probably take him a while to understand. Even when he and Crowley come back together.
Despite their pull to eachother, their curiosity, and ongoing bonding. It is is one sided shit at many levels that will continue to manifest in the worst possible ways until Aziraphale gets his shit together.
I can’t help but wonder why in almost every instance we see other people threatened is when Aziraphale acts. What the fuck will he do when he’s confronted with genuine threat to Crowley. He has been very hands off because up until now Crowley has been slippery and good at escaping tangles. He has been very able to take care of himself, he didn’t have much of a choice. But he tried to rely more on Aziraphale, that’s all he’s been trying to do. Aziraphale’s denial is just too much. Now given how the both of them are set to be positioned, a much larger conflict between them seems inevitable. The full truth of how much bad Aziraphale can accept will be interesting to see.
(I know these are books, I’m a negligent nerd who hasn’t read them. This is just my read on the show :)) It’s been stuck in my head and needed somewhere to go lol)
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spaceratprodigy · 2 months
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right now tho I'm really fixated on rogue trader lmao I want to work on Ceciliana ✌😔
#her key details are there#I've been wanting to just keep playing more of the game tbh most of my ideas are small and simmering rn#I would love to play around more with her personality details and some of her past more for sure#biggest thing rn is wanting to play around with her design#I really dig her default drip for how I built her bc it's just so fitting but I might tweak some minor details#I mostly want to construct her face in more detail! see what direction I want to go with her!#her hair too tbh#my placeholder design for her was to just make my DOS2/Hero Quest character Agitha until I really Got To Know Ceciliana#and right now I think I might keep her white hair.. I really dig it.. might make it look a lil peppery.. not sure yet gotta doodle it out#style tho I'm really not sureeeee that's gonna be my biggest challenge to find out what I'm satisfied with 😩#I have an idea I wanna try but idk if it's gonna be satisfactory when I see it#IDK YET#I do have some doodle ideas tho lmao#I just want some silly drawings of her with abelard and argenta and pasqal#but probs won't get to them for a whileeeee#okay I just wanted to ramble and get some thangs out of my brain just thinkin out loud you know how it is#I'm excited abt new oc#I love when I get passionate abt something#bf is also very excited bc he loves warhammer and I've been listening to him talk abt it for like 10 years now#and he knows I've been interested in diving further in for a long time#so he is LOVING seeing me be this invested and talking abt Ceciliana#he is my biggest consultant on all the necessary details#rambling#ceciliana von valancius
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infectedpaul · 2 years
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sg screamer..................i gave them helmet/head thingy bear ears instead of the cat ears because theyre round :)
this is an danny elfman quote :o
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bcneheaded · 1 year
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along the same vein as the last ooc post..... what if !! what if artemis .... attacked your muse..... WHAT IF..... 👀 just what if.... he simply wasn't in his right mind for some reason or another and your muse had to somehow despell whatever has bewitched him or shake him out of it. what if!!
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nonsupe-a · 1 year
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sometimes i catch myself wondering if vought ever,     at any point,     considered shiloh a dirty secret because of how he’s grouped in with a failed experiment regardless of his own success.      obviously before much darker and dirtier secrets are buried but still .... 
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myownprivatcidaho · 2 years
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all these instances of dudes hitting from the back imagining their gf is someone else got me feeling rlly bad :/
#i mean.#like it seems like theyve been somewhat on and off and idk how much Commitment there actually is#and idk if theyve been going together this long its like obviously yeah theyre into each other#but just the realization tgat over all these months the probability hes imagined it was me at least once. :|||||||#i dont wike it.#that one crush situation lol#minors dni#see a lot of me wants to like . guess shes a 100% innocent party here but idk#they might be just taking it slow but idk how much SHES played around at least in the esrly stages. much less him#and atp im not even Too mad about the fact that early on he wasnt great being committal bc. few college students are but it seems like he#was at least TRYING. im just mad that hes dragged me along for the greater part of a year now with no accountability.#like thats just fucking cruel.#but idk whats going on with those two. he has a thing for Maneater types so idk what earlier stages looked like for them#or what shes even LIKE as a person and to be clear im not acting like i do#jus thinkin out loud here#but . yeah hes got a thing for emo girls who wear doc martens and look like they want to murder men etc#paraphrasing a rt. lol#part of me feels :/ cause like. what if i just seem kinda BORING cause ive just stopped acting like im not Tired#like i dont play around im just to the point and responsible like a boring 40something lmao#also like. after i left him the voicemail he acted even MORE Friendly™ and it PISSED me off like what do u WANT#and then my sisters gf suggested maybe he just liked that i seemed respectful and mature and like i take ppls feelings seriously#idk man. idk ehats going in in his ginger ass noggin#its just been a while since ive dumped out ALL my thots and feelings abt him on here so. yeah this is juts a periodical Vent ignore lol#probably wont have another for a while. tho j may have just jinxed it :/
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aeipcthy · 2 years
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byron "the devourer" = Ammutseba....? (or even better, Azathoth itself) ? 💁
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prose-and-connors · 2 years
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there is a little sprout of a k.arl h.eisenberg in my head and i hate it
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murdrdocs · 5 months
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mmmm thinkin abt mike struggling to be quiet when you’re fucking. SMUT 17+
you were watching abby that night, and as soon as mike got back from work he was on you. peppering kisses along your neck when you were around the corner just out of abby's line of sight, rubbing little circles in your thighs at the dinner table, sweetly asking you to stay longer even whenever the lights were off and abby was tucked in bed.
you knew his plea would result in the two of you in his bedroom, you slowly sinking yourself down onto him. you'd encouraged it, telling mike you'd give him wanted on one condition.
"anything," he'd said, eyes big and earnest.
"you gotta promise to be quiet." your pinkie hovered between you both, waiting for mike to interlink his. he did with a smile, as if it were something easy.
but mike couldn’t stop moaning. his sounds were cute, little gasps and whines. they were arousing. but they were entirely too loud for the low level of privacy you had within the four thin walls.
“mike, please. you gotta be quiet.” you plea through your own barely concealed moan.
he sighs, face scrunching. “i know. i’m sorry, baby. i’m trying.”
but apparently not hard enough as you’re forced to lodge your panties between his teeth, a muffler for his moans. he lets you do so, opening his mouth and even going so far as to make a show of sticking his tongue out for the blue cotton fabric. yet, his sounds still leak through, and you voice an idea as you’re bouncing on his cock, nails lightly scratching down his chest.
“still so loud, mikey. we might have to get a muzzle for nights like these. what’d you think?”
mike's groan practically echoes. he seems oblivious to his own noises, instead thinking with his dick that starts to piston up into you, mike's nails digging into your ass to provide him with leverage.
your hand slaps over his mouth, colliding with soft cotton and warm skin, and mike finally wrenches his eyes open. there's vibration against your hand, short and resembling the pattern of syllables, and you slowly peel your hand away, taking the panties with you, to hear him speak.
just a simple word, curt and quiet and whimpered.
"please."
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rowarn · 7 months
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thinkin about wakin simon up in the middle of the night bc u want him to fuck u ///:
afab!reader, cunnilingus, he spits in ur mouth heart eyes
pawing at him and whining softly in his ear to rouse him. his sleepy eyes glaring at you thru the darkness when you slip your hand under the band of his sweats to grip his soft cock — hoping like hell you'll feel it chub up in your grip before he pulls your hand away with a rough hand on your wrist.
you whimper when he grips your neck, holding you with a strong gaze, "the hell are you wakin' me up for? 'cause your little cunt is wet? is that it?"
and you nod all teary eyed and desperate and he can't resist giving you what you so dearly need. the way the mean demeanor melts off of him and suddenly he's coping sweetly to you as he strips your panties off.
his head between your thighs faster than you can even realize. his broad tongue lapping up the length of your cunt as he spreads you wide open for him. two thumbs tugging your lips apart so he can get his tongue nice and deep inside, his eyes rolling back in his head at the way you clench around the muscle.
he'll go up and suck your clit, lapping at the tender little bud with his tongue until your body cutely twitches. and he stays there, tonguing your bud and drooling sloppily all over your pussy like it's his fucking job.
and you're so loud and whiny, tugging at his hair. it's late and he can't have the neighbors banging on his door later to complain about your squealing and crying because he fucked you too good on his tongue.
so he leans up, "open your mouth, little love."
and you do because of course you do — you're so good for him. he lewdly spits in your mouth, a sweet concoction of him and you, "keep that in your mouth f'me, yeah? be good and i'll reward you real sweet."
those words drive you to make him proud and you keep it all in your mouth without swelling a drop while he continues to eat you out in that way he's so fucking good at.
"can't believe you woke me up just to get my mouth on you — just to get your cute little clit sucked, hm?"
you so badly want his cock, he knows you do. you wouldn't have woken him up the way you did if you didn't want more than just his tongue. but that forlorn look in your eyes when he makes you think this is all he's going to give you really makes his cock throb.
you're so greedy and needy for him, he loves it. you want him so desperately all the time that you wake up at 2am with a drippy, drooling cunt and can't do anything but ask him to take care of it.
you're so precious <3
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bfbkg · 27 days
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More mafia katsuki!
cw: fluffy, kisses, mention of blood not much
mafia bakugou where you’re just not aware of how crazy his job actually is. like you know he’s rich, his job is serious, he’s got a big ass team, something about real estate, moving product(?) and he’s obsessed with blacked out windows.
so when bakugou stomps through his apartment floor with about five of his men, all over six foot in black suits, you jump in shock. until you notice bakugou’s closest, kirishima with his red hair hidden under a black knitted beanie and equally large figure in a black hoodie, black gloves and black boots splattered with red. the only red you see on the man.
you, lounging on his cloud L shaped sofa in your pyjama bottoms and oversized tshirt, are confused. very confused.
oddly, bakugou also looks confused at the sight of you but you don’t know him well enough to notice him working out the best outcome for this current situation.
you speak before he does, “kirishima? are you okay?”
you sit up, your tshirt neck line slipping off a shoulder as you look over at the men.
kirishima doesn’t reply, just sends you one of his usual cheeky grins though you realise it’s dimmer. kirishima is quick to look over to bakugou when you blink, unsure how to approach this.
bakugou walks over to you, a finger finding your chin to lift you to his mouth. he bends over to kiss your lips, then your cheek.
“what blesses me to see you today, baby?”
immediately, he takes all your attention. his thick voice with a growly infliction has you staring up at his ruby eyes and you’re crooning your head to fit in his palm. he’s so handsome in his pristine white shirt, black tie and black blazer. even the way his black slacks hug his thighs has your hand inching to grab at his belt and unbuckle.
you don’t though. you just tilt your head.
“what do you mean? we planned to meet today?” both your hands fly to his single hand holding your face.
you feel a flare of embarrassment snake up your throat and face. did your boyfriend forget about you? and it had to be done in front of an audience of his friends and colleagues who are still standing in the corner of the room.
he can sense how you’re feeling though, your eyes dropping away from him and how your shoulders shrink smaller.
“out.” it’s loud and clear, said staring in your eyes and you jump at the order. even you’re about to pounce up like a solider until you notice it’s for his men who leave the room in a single file.
“oh i thought you meant me,” you awkwardly laugh, crossing your legs over each other, “can’t believe you forgot you were supposed to see me today. i’ll go, you look busy.”
bakugou sits beside you, eyebrows furrowed deep on his face. he leans forward on both his knees as he pulls out his phone, going into his message app to his texts with you.
you’re about to get up, preparing your shameful cry in an uber until he puts his shining phone screen in your face.
“fuck, you had me thinkin’ i got my days wrong. i never get my days wrong,”
you read the screen and there’s the message. you got the day wrong, you were supposed to meet tomorrow.
“ooooooo,” you hum, now you’re embarrassed for a whole new reason, “oh. my bad.”
an arm wraps around your shoulders and two kisses land on your cheek. “thought i was the worst fuckin’ boyfriend in the world there,” you feel his chuckles vibrate through his body but it only makes you groan.
“i’ll leave! they’re all waiting for you and i’m sure there’s something wrong with kirishima,” you ramble.
“can i get another kiss hello or are you gonna run away from me?”
you pause, then you rest a hand on his thigh and kiss your lover. a lovely kiss, a sweet one that’s nudging towards steamy. he attacks your bottom lip, lightly biting and when you open your mouth, suddenly you’re both rolling around in his sofa. his tongue slips through, brushing and sucking yours and everything inside you begins to burn.
it doesn’t help that all your clothes are pretty thin and he’s found a way to flip you under him as he fits his body between your thighs and he holds his weight with his forearms over you.
when you finally separate, it’s not for long because you duck in for another and then he does and then you and before he can again you blurt, “they’re waiting for you!”
you giggle, pushing his face away from yours though he just looks back at you, eyes weak with a tiny smile.
“you’re not leavin’ though, they are. i’ll speak to them quickly and we’ll have tomorrow today, yeah?”
there’s nothing for you to reply with but a soft, “okay.”
bakugou sits up, taking his hands through his hair to look like the mafia boss he is and fixing his suit. you still lay on your back. “you look beautiful, ‘suki.”
he huffs at the compliment, beautiful isn’t a word for him, it’s one for you but you don’t listen.
instead he stands, rolling his eyes. “i’ll be back in a sec.”
you nod over at him and he winks.
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youronlydarlin · 2 months
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warning: Ghost, death by your delicious hole, Ghost "hole drunk" Riley, bro actually cannot handle the taste of you
Rrrrrrr, jus' thinkin bout how much Simon loves going down on you.
His favorite parts got to be your legs locking him in place. Feels the fat of it cradling his head, and he's just about ready to bust a nut. You give him no room to escape, and barely even any to breathe, but he's lapping at your sex so sweetly like he'll die without it.
You overload his senses. Vision, hearing, and taste. Carving the sight of your puffy hole to his memory. Hoping it'll be something he can see everytime he closes his eyes while his ears strain to hold onto every whine and moan you release. Tongue fucking your hole, and eating out the remaining bits of cum he's left after filling you to the brim.
But s' all jus' not enough for Simon. Always been a greedy man when it came to you. Grabs a handful of your ass and lifts his torso off the bed. You yelp at how your bottom half isn't even touching the sheets anymore, but moreover at how his mouth hasn't left your sex at all.
Simon wants to suffocate in you. Doesn't care if that's how he'll go out. Hell, that way he'll die a true soldier, he thinks to himself.
He all but grabs your thighs and tightens it around his head more.
Makes out with your hole, and is LOUD about it. M' talkin he makes sure you know jus' how much he's enjoying his meal.
Dragging his his tongue around the rim. Licking it in long stripes. Making obnoxiously loud slurping noises. You get the memo.
He jus' loves the taste of you, doll...
a/n: GRAHHHHH this is for all my wonderful 200 followers!! I never expected this much love considering how I literally jus' started 🥺. S' only been a week and I couldn't be more grateful. I'll continue to write to the best of my abilities. Get that hole eaten out like you deserve, king/queen!
Yours, truly,
–dolly
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seattlesellie · 9 months
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thinkin abt eating bbf!ellie out while she’s gaming and on a call with reader’s brother ☺️
she would have to keep muting her headset every 30 seconds bc she couldn’t keep quiet and eventually would just toss her controller on the floor and end the call so she could fuck reader stupid while reader’s brother is spamming her w texts asking where she went 😭
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ok u got me with this… 💗🪷
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ʚɞ it was purely innocent at first, you swore to god it was. what’s so wrong about sitting on your girlf— well, that isnt quite right. on your frien— god, thats not exactly it either. on your… brother’s best friends (that’s better) lap while she’s playing a video game? she let you in, in fact, she signaled you to come closer with a small pat on her thigh before you did. “m’not a dog…” you scoffed, pouting before rolling your eyes, desperately trying to hide the fact that even that mere, simple gesture made it feel funny in your stomach. “no, but you’re my—“ she stopped, and grazed the corner of her mouth with her tongue. “just come warm me up”
ʚɞ that was her excuse for everything. wanted to hold your hand after splitting you raw? it’s just to warm her up. move closer while her arm is loosely placed on your chest while “hugging” you from behind while laying on the bed? come warm her up. she’d never admit she just yearned to feel you close, craved to touch you at any given moment, as if you’d slip away if she didn’t.
ʚɞ she was wearing her headset, and a couple of baby hairs frizzled up on the top of her head. both hands on the controller, wrapped tightly around your waist, continuously yelling at someone you guessed was a complete stranger she was playing with. “who are you talking to?” you questioned, trying to stop yourself from grinning at how cute she looked with her tongue poking out of her mouth when she was hyperfocused on the screen. “shh…” she sushed, slightly blowing out her eyes. “your brother”
“he can hear me?!” fuck. that came out way too loud. she abruptly placed her left palm on your lips, to shut you up. “just a sec, man” she spoke into the mic. “you cant make any noise” she whispered, and when you winced, she smirked. “just watch, and keep quiet”
ʚɞ being quiet, was not exactly your forte. especially not when you were supposed to (it was as if someone placed a red button with a huge sign of “do not press!”— you have to press.) and especially, while you were sat on ellie’s lap, and she kept sniffling and huffing and cursing those little “fuck” and “shit” under her breath and the air she blew, caressed your neck and made you shiver and… her hand, on that damn controller, her fingers circling the silicone ball, her thumb, to be more specific, and it’s a little fucking distracting— how she happens to bounce her leg, making you bounce up and down with it’s movement, every time she's upset someone had killed her in the game, and how when she wins a round, she lays herself back on the chair, spreads her legs and cockily murmurs into the mic “fucking got you, asshole”
ʚɞ did she know what she was doing, as she slapped your thigh when she won the 3rd round in a row? did she know that when she bounced you up and down, your tummy flipped and your eyes rolled back? even if she did know, what you did next was so not fair to her.
ʚɞ you pressed your ass deep inside her lap, making the fat squish down on her thigh, and she cleared her throat, and chuckled. clearly, it did something to her, her throat feeling suddenly dry, but she didn’t want you to know. you stopped, and she readjusted herself, straightening her back. “i’m out of fuc…ing ammo” and with that, you pressed your ass down even deeper into ellie’s lap, cause her face to twitch in the slightest. “give me some fuc—“ now, you purely rocked your ass back and forth on her crotch, staring at the screen, attempting to appear as aloof as you could. it made her stretch her head back, and huff out a small, shaky breath. she placed her hand on your thigh, and squeezed hard. it wasn’t a nice, thoughtful gesture, it was a sign to stop fucking moving, you’ve been warned. she was on a winning streak and you were about to ruin it.
ʚɞ your shorts were truly way too short, bordering on underwear, the material was truly too thin, and she could feel every inch of you through her sweats. your thighs, your feet rocking back and forth and kicking her on purpose, and your ass who grew to be the biggest distraction of all— “just a sec dude, im pausing just… taking a water break”
she was going to lose, and she knew it.
she took the headset off, and placed it, no— threw it on the table. “what are you doing?” she murmured in a low, raspy voice. you managed to catch your breath, and attempted to sound as angelic and innocent as you possibly could. “nothing…?” you quipped, and smiled softly. ellie slightly nodded her head up and down. “keep doing nothing, see where that gets you”
“not doing anything, swear” and the way you put your hand on your chest, right where your heart is, and then palmed it to give it the smallest, gentlest squeeze… “jesus fucking christ” she huffed, and stared down. she wasn’t going to get out of this, and she certainly wasn't going to win.
ʚɞ she spread her thighs wider, with you sat directly on her thigh, and put her headset back on. two can play this game. she didn’t want your brother to know about you two, and you didn’t want him to know even more. you moved yourself to sit right on her center, right where her crotch is, and the wheeze that came out of her mouth— “fffuck”
“you good, ellie?” that was your brother’s voice popping out of her headset. you were that close to her face. your cheek pressed up on her’s, and you moaned inside her ear, a small “aaah, ellie” and you knew that would get her, because nothing made her wetter than those damn moans, and when you added her name in the mix—she cleared her throat, and if you saw the way her eyebrows scrunched together, her eyelids simply resting shut because she had to physically restrain herself, you’d have probably started whining and begging. “m’good, yeah—keep going” was she talking to you, or to him? you made up your mind. she was talking to you.
ʚɞ you grinded youself back and forth again and again, and you knew you rubbed her right where she needed you. you pressed down hard, and it hit right on her clit. “god” she huffed, her breaths growing shaky and uneven. she bumped her crotch into your ass and it made you squeal like a chew toy. “sh— shut up” she groaned, and hastily placed her palm on your mouth again. “shut the fuck up bro”. it was truly disgusting, how turned on you were by grinding yourself up against her, letting her clothed crotch hump your ass. ellie, desperately dug her palm extra hard on the controller, as she felt a glob of slick leaking out of her cunt, because she knew that if she let it go, her hand would immediately drop down to your pussy, and start fucking you raw on the chair.
ʚɞ the wet, sticky patch in your underwear grew bigger and bigger every time you bounced, circling your ass in fast, needy movements on her crotch as if you were trying to win a race. ellie's mind left the game already, completely blind to what was happening on the screen, but kept on pretending. it was funny to her, truly, how pathetic you looked. your movements growing messy, sweat sticking down your forehead, your bottom lip between your teeth, and she almost let you use her body to cum, and you swore you almost did. your small chocked out breaths were growing heavier and needier, and you huffed small whispers of her name in broken little sentences. “mmhm el-lie” she smirked, and placed her hand up on the small mic to block the obscenity that was about to escape her lips; "about to cum in those little fucking panties? hm? you’re so fucking slutty”
ʚɞ and thats exactly when you stopped, and peeled your shaky body off of her. she seemed confused for a second, because god she was loving it, the way you tried to get her flustered and turned out a needy, flustered, moaning mess yourself. she didn’t even need to do anything, just purely exist, for you to nearly cum inside your shorts. her lips curled into to a small, teasing smile. “what are you doing?” she mouthed. you got down on your knees, placing yourself directly in front of her crotch. ellie hovered over you in a manspread, and you put your chin right on the chair. “nothing” you mouthed back, and gave her a small pout. she huffed, as her game character stood idly on the ground, a black rifle in her hand, and your brother paced nearer and nearer. you placed your hands on her thighs, and batted your eyelashes. she sighed, and gazed at you with a prying look.
“you’re gonna fucking kill me”
“hell fucking yes i am” your brother exclaimed, muffled in her headset.
ʚɞ you didn’t even peel the grey sweats out of her body, you straight up yanked them down. what you saw… didn’t disappoint you in the slightest. a wet spot, perhaps even bigger than yours, making her black boxers take even a darker shade of black. you let out a shaky “oh my… god”, as she slid off of the chair, her eyes rolling back. “m’playing… just keep fucking going i’m playing” again, she wasn’t talking to you, or was she? she looked at you again, warning you. you blinked slowly, trying to tease her as much as you could. ellie's eyes squinted, and she hesitated for a moment. she brought her hand down and caressed the top of your head. although she was gentle, you could tell how crazy you were driving her. she bucked her hips forward, and mouthed; “lick”
ʚɞ firstly, you gave a small lick to the soft fabric, and felt her tangy sweet taste just merely grazing your pink muscle. then, she aggressively patted her hand on the top of your head, again, and made you look up at her. her eyes turned a darker shade of emerald green, and she looked angry. “dont play with me” she mouthed, and squeezed your cheeks together. she gave the right one a small pat, and then a stinging little slap, making you yelp. she was in control, and she was going to use you.
ʚɞ she placed the controller on your fucking head, and pushed her soaking boxers down, to lay loosely wrapped aound her ankles. ellie pushed your face forward to meet her weeping core, and you immediately stuck your tongue out, to gift a delicate, slow lick to her glistening, peachy pink folds. you pushed it inside of her hole, and she clenched right on it. she gripped the controller harder, and looked absolutely gone. no matter how hard she pushed your head, you didn’t dare to ever meet her clit, the brat that you are, because you thought it was so much more fun to watch her suffer. “mmfuck” she groaned, “fuck— y-you man” and the way she whimpered right into the mic; “m’good dude just— fuck just my arm hurts” and looked downwards to give you a look that was purely warning you— keep on playing with her like that and she’d fucking make it hurt.
ʚɞ it was torturous, and she really got truly delirious, the way in which you licked around her cunt, stopping your movements to plant a simple, delicate little kiss on her thigh, just to hear her respond with a throaty groan, look down at you with her bangs sticking to her forehead, hand shaking around the black controller, biting her lip hard— because if she didn't, she would have moaned so loud she'd get kicked out of your family's home for fucking with your brother's precious sister. she shook her thigh to get you off of it, and it signaled to stop fucking teasing. "I can'— fuck— man fuck, im gonna fucking— lose the fucking game" she stutters, sounding like a complete idiot, biting her fist hard and twisting her face, her jaw clenched so tight because if he hears her, he's gonna think she's either about to pass completely out, or think she's in heat— and the fact that you won't, absolutely refuse to give her needy clit any attention, and the way you look so concentrated on torturing her, keeping your eyes fixated on her’s, acting all brave because you know she cant talk, and cant do anything because she’s fucking “busy” oh, you pissed her off— your mouth stuffed with her cunt, looking up to her as if you're not trying to kill her;
nope. she can't do this anymore. she grabbed the back of your neck forcefully, and pulled yourself off of her. you pout, and then you're slightly terrified, because the controller just met the floor with a loud thud. "i'll be back in 5 minutes" she breathlessly talks into the mic.
“swear— five fucking minutes, gimme five”
ʚɞ you both stare at each other for a moment, as if you're communicating with just looks, and she lifts herself off of the chair and you pounce back, but she's quicker than you.
you dont know how you find yourself pushed against the mattress, with her hand around your throat. she's not pressing, it's just wrapped around it, and she's angry.
"you fucking..." you look to the side, trying to avoid her piercing gaze. the wall, apparently, has a lot to say. "look at me" she whispers, and forces you to turn your head around and face her. freckles splattered all over her face, you try and concentrate on them but she's chasing your eyes.
ʚɞ she's too quick, it's all too fucking quick and you whine so loud, your back arching off of the bed and she presses you down, shoves her hand inside of your panties and chuckles; "you're a fucking... you're so fucking..." she’s breathless, and famished, because she doesn't even finish that sentence before her lips are on yours, hips jerking forward, as soon as she feels the puddle, or the sea, that's right inside your panties.
"fucking tease"
ʚɞ you swear you’re vibrating on her hand. “pl—ease” you plead, your voice whiney and quiet because all of a sudden, ellie has the upper arm, and you, poor you— can’t tease her anymore. “please what?” she coos. “please ellie…” and she cups your tits, both of them, and squeezes them together so tight it makes you leak down your thigh.
“s’not good enough” she tsk’s, bringing her forehead to meet yours. she merely hovers over your clit, and it’s that friction you were looking for so hard and—
her phone buzzes.
“where the fuck are you?”
“?”
“????”
“hello?”
she places the phone screen in front of you, pinches your chin with her index finger and her thumb, makes sure you actually look, and types;
“i’m fucking your sister, brb”
your breath hitches, and she chuckles, deeply and mockingly, like shes making fun of you.
“should i press send?” she teases.
“no…” you stutter, and yet again, attempt to wear the purest, most angelic and divine expression on your face. “oh… no?” she mocks, plunging a finger inside of you deep, cooing at how you gasp silently, imitating your gasp right back to you.
“nonono” you blabber incoherently, and she’s not even moving her finger, just letting you warm it inside.
“s’too bad…”
and with that, she presses “send.”
a moment passes.
“not funny dude”
oh, he didn’t buy it.
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WHAT DO YOU WISH YOU COULD SAY?
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"please, PLEASE want to know me."
you keep quite literally everything bottled up, don't you? you try to be there for everyone else, but nobody has ever asked about you. you have a mental list in your head of things that you wish beyond wishing that people would ask to know about you, but nobody has. you're afraid that if you tell them, you won't get the response you crave, which gets more and more mysterious and gut-wrenchingly necessary with every day that goes by in silence. it feels like you aren't allowed to exist
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