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enaus · 3 days
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❤︎— paper rings. (l.heeseung)
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pairing: bf!heeseung x f!reader genre: established relationship, romance. warning(s): cuteness overload.
synopsis: in which your boyfriend heeseung proposes to you with a paper ring. wc: 0.688.
author's note: hi everyone,, i got inspired by taylor swift’s song paper rings off of the album lover n’ thought i’d write this. i do have my taglist open so if you want to be in it just send me a message in my inbox. as always, all feedback is welcome, just don’t be negative pls n’ remember to have a good time, happy reading everyone! 📖
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“Do you ever want to get married?”
Feeling surprised and startled by the sudden question, you looked up from the small tech device you were holding in your hands, your gaze falling upon your boyfriend, Heeseung, whose head was currently laying flat against your lap.
You took this opportunity to scan your boyfriend’s features for a tell that he was joking around, and it didn’t take long till you made the startling realization that he was genuinely being sincere.
“What’s with the sudden question?” You questioned as you fixed your gaze on him and raised your eyebrows. Your eyes catching his own.
“Technically, it’s not sudden; we’ve been dating for three years. Last time we spoke about this was maybe a year ago. Isn’t the topic supposed to come up again eventually?” He asked, cocking his head so he could see your face better while leaning against your lap. His maroon colored lips that were originally straight in form, now curled into a little pout as he raised his eyebrows in curiosity.
Naturally, the topic would come up at some point, and that didn’t bother you at all. Not that you were against getting married to your boyfriend—in fact, you were all for it. Hardly a day went by where you didn't consider asking him directly as opposed to just dropping those small, subtly hinting clues whenever he was nearby.
It wasn’t like you both were in a rush to get married; it was clear that you both intended to tie the knot at some point, but you both just never really had the opportunity to discuss it in thoroughly.
“You’re right, it is. It's just that we’ve never really spoken about it since.” You spoke, your hands finding their way into his messed-up hair. The few hairs that were delicately draped across his forehead, almost completely hiding his eyes, were now brushed away by your finger tips.
“Exactly.” He mumbled and fiddled with a piece of straw wrapper, probably from the remaining takeout you two had ordered an hour prior. He mumbled a string of nonsense under his breath before letting his thoughts break the silence once again; “If I were to propose to you right now, but I don’t have a shiny ring to offer you, would you say yes?”
You giggled and softly grinned at your boyfriend laying on your lap while you continued to run your fingers through his silky locks, a mutter slipping past your lips and under your breath in contemplation, “Yes.” You nodded, your smile remaining small and sincere.
“Wait, really?”
“Of course, why would I say no?”
“I figured maybe you’d prefer something extravagant..” He laughed, grinning, “I guess I was wrong.”
“Hee, I like shiny things but I’d marry you with paper rings. I don’t care for it to be expensive or fancy, as long as I have you, that’s all I want.” You spoke, as you watched the way his eyes soften, the reflection in them displaying a mix of love and comfort and that alone was just enough to make your heart beat even faster. The way the sparkles in his eyes resembled the stars located in the night sky, balancing beautifully with the way his eyes stared into yours.
“So, marry me.” Heeseung, who had previously been lying down, was now sitting up straight and motionless. His body facing your curled-up form on the couch, as he awaited your response.
“What?”
“Marry me.” He repeated, bringing his hands into view to match the words coming from his mouth and letting you catch a peek at the piece of paper he was toying with just a few moments ago; the straw wrapper now neatly crafted into a paper ring—the sides were twisted as a tiny little knot rest at the top to resemble a diamond.
The moment you’d been wanting for a while had finally come, and you didn’t even need to think of an answer. This was the sweetest and cutest thing anyone has ever done for you, and it might not have been perfect or super romantic, but it was to you, and that's all that mattered.
“Yes!”
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freyito · 2 days
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"ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴘɪʟʟᴏᴡꜱ" || ꜱᴀᴍᴘᴏ ᴋᴏꜱᴋɪ, ʙᴏᴏᴛʜɪʟʟ, ᴅʀ. ʀᴀᴛɪᴏ
✭ pairing(s): sampo koski, boothill, veritas ratio (seperate) x gn reader
✩ inspo: recent leaks lol
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✧ a/n: i have been grinding out hsr for the past like two months cause i just got back into it and now i'm going into overdrive i need boothill so much (but im also like intent on pulling for acheron and aventurine).
gist of this (for those who don't follow me considering i've writen mainly mk) is they just really like putting their head in your chest. or some of them... and what they'd do/how they'd react if you did it to them. smth silly n fun :P!
🗒 cw: gn reader cause everyone can have boobs, written before 2.1/before boothill release, ooc boothill maybe?, not proofread
✎ wc: 1196
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⎯Sampo Koski
Burying his face in your chest isn’t JUST a hobby for Sampo. It’s a lifestyle. It doesn’t matter what time it is, what he did that day, what kind of scheme he got down to, he’s finding a way to shove his face into your chest. He could be out of breath, having just ran for his life from the Silvermane Guards, and still plank into your chest. Doesn’t matter if he can’t breathe.
If you complain, he doesn’t let up. There’s no way to pry him away, so you might as well just accept it. Sometimes, he’ll even pick you up and haul you to bed. It is one of the rare times that he will actually pulls away for air. Mainly because it’s awkward to hold you like that, and he wouldn’t be able to see anything.
You start to wonder if it’s as amazing as he plays it out to be… the way he begs and begs makes you believe that it must be true bliss. It’d be a shame to let those beautiful big naturals go to waste, y’know? So, while Sampo’s out scheming, you’re plotting. How to ambush him, the best tactical position, all the statistics. Unfortunately, he’s cunning and skillful, so it won’t be as easy as you hoped.
Regardless, you won’t let Sampo get away with this unpunished. You spend all day and almost all night waiting by the door, ready to pounce at any moment. And the minute that door cracks, you're on him like a rabid cat. All he can do is yelp as you essentially tackle him, wrapping your arms around him and almost sending you both to the floor. As he steadies the two of you, you push your head into his chest.
It all makes sense now. You understand. You understand everything, it’s as if the universe has just unraveled in front of you. It’s oddly comfortable, something you get lost in easily. You ignore Sampo’s protests, letting your mind melt as you subconsciously push yourself further into your boyfriend’s grasp. And chest. You could stay here forever, comfy, satisfied, happy… until it starts getting hard to breathe. Only for a moment do you pull away, looking at Sampo. He’s got a shit-eating grin on his face, something that screams ‘I know, right?’
⎯Boothill
You don’t get to see Boothill much, mainly because his first stop after a mission is the mechanics. He may loathe his cyborg body, but that doesn’t mean he’ll let it rust and break down. But on the rare occasion that he does come home to you, he really, really loves skin on skin contact. Or… skin on metal contact, that’s the right term. He doesn’t necessarily get exhausted, but it’s nice to feel human for once.
And yes, half the time he dives right for your chest. Given the fact that the only flesh remaining is his head, it’s just… really nice to him. If it’s not your chest, he’s laying his head down on your thighs and staring up at you with a cheeky grin. Whenever you ask him what’s on his mind, he just says it’s nothing, and urges you to play with his hair. Under all that metal, his (metaphorical) heart still beats, after all!
While you are very familiar with cold metal against your skin, part of you can’t help but think about returning the gesture. Would it be uncomfortable? Yeah, maybe. But you wouldn’t exactly throw yourself at his chest, you’re not looking for a broken nose. Still, curiosity killed the cat, and satisfaction brought it back.
It’s quite a while til the next time you see Boothill, but you don’t take it for granted. Every single second you spend with him is taken into account. Even if it’s plotting something as devious as resting your head between his boobs. It could be comfier and all, but something about getting the galaxy ranger to stay still long enough for you to rest your head on his chest gives you butterflies. It’s no easy feat.
Oftentimes, you only get a couple hours with him. This was such a day, and you weren’t going to let it go to waste. When he settles down onto you with an exasperated sigh, prattling on about his latest adventure and how flashy Penacony was, you wrap your arms around him and swing a leg over his, managing to flip your positions. When you place your head to his chest, you can hear the whirring of machinery inside of his body, which feels fantastical in its own right. You’re met with a shocked expression and a bunch of “eh’s!?” thrown your way. You can’t help but laugh and go back to listening. In turn, all Boothill does is poke your sides, trying to get you up. But deep down, he appreciates the gesture, it’s something that makes him feel a little more human.
⎯Dr. Ratio
Veritas doesn’t even dream of putting his head on your chest, or your thighs. He’s a man of dignity, he wouldn’t even be caught doing that. He’ll lean on your shoulder from time to time, but he’s not very big on physical touch in general. It’s a very rare occasion for him to even hold your hand. But he shows his love in other ways. He likes being in the same room as you, doing your own separate things. It brings a sense of closeness, in a way.
However, you can’t help but think about what it would be like to use his chest as a pillow. He’s sculpted, like really well defined, and goddammit, you are no stranger to temptation. Sure, he’s a no-nonsense guy, but there has to be room in the marbled heart for some silliness. And you are going to take your chance, even if it kills you!
So, you devise a plan. You’ll ambush him when he least expects it, right after his bath. If only you could haul him off to the bed or the couch, get a couple of minutes in… but standing will have to do. With Veritas, you gotta be grateful with what you get. Which, you can’t complain at all, you’ve got a beautiful boyfriend.
It feels a little perverted waiting for him to come out of his bath, but granted, you’ve been in this same position countless times before. Although, you do fidget a lot. It’s hard to keep still, it feels like such a grand crime just waiting for him. But when he steps out of the bath you pounce. He’s warm and comfortable, exactly how you imagined it. It’s like heaven on earth. Oh, Aeons, you could stay here forever…
But he’s quick to reprimand you. Very few times have you seen Veritas blush. Even fewer to see his whole face red, to see him so expressive. He’s got a near disgusted look as he looks down at you, a little shocked, but above all, flustered. All he does is question you– more like, interrogates you. All the questions slip past your mind as you relish in the fleeting feeling of his boobs, so warm and comforting, it’s torture having to part with his chest.
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seelestars · 15 hours
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some bittersweet thoughts abt dating aventurine / sunday after playing 2.1…
firstly, I think I underestimated how hard it would be to get into a relationship with someone like aventurine,, he would need to trust you immensely in order to even attempt dating you
but once you do date him, he’s still very hesitant on being affectionate towards you
he had lost everything, everyone that was dear to him, so the idea of having someone he could lose again scares him
he’s careful not to grow too attached to you, always keeping you at an arms distance despite how much you love and care for him
every morning, he makes sure he wakes up before you so he can leave your side early. it’s not that he doesn’t want to be around you during such vulnerable moments, no, but rather he fears he’ll get too attached to you
he makes sure to tuck you in and press a sweet kiss to your forehead as he smiles to himself sadly before heading out
if you ask him about his reasoning behind leaving so early, he’ll just make excuses and dismiss it as ipc work (there’s a whole angsty idea I have for this related to believing he’s cheating but idk if I should write it)
you try your best to be understanding, staying by his side and comforting him whenever he needs it
in return, he spoils you using his immense wealth
see a necklace you like? no worries, just tell him—tabs always on him after all. want to go out for dinner? of course, the most luxurious restaurant rented out just for the two of you.
it’s his way of making up for his distant nature towards you, he’ll even allow you to hear some stories about his past such as the day he got branded as a slave as he stares at you with a soft gaze and a subtly melancholic smile (he even permits you to call him by his real name, kakavasha!)
with sunday, I believe he’d be a tad bit paranoid when it comes to you
as a neat freak who desperately needs control over anything and everything, he feels like he needs to have some form of control over you as well
you’re very dear and precious to him after all, and he can’t just allow you to slip away from his hands like how robin did
his little bird servants are watching you day and night, making sure you don’t get into any trouble
and at the end of the day, he always asks you regarding what you did the entire day while using his ability to make others tell the truth—he has to make sure you didn’t do anything that would potentially get you into danger, no?
he feels guilty and regretful for resorting to such methods to ensure your complete safety, but he tells himself it’s better to be safe than sorry
if he can, he’ll try to have you by his side as much as possible so he can have you directly under his watch and protect you if necessary
he makes sure to handle you extra delicately and gently, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he helps you wash your hair
he even allows you privileges such as touching his sensitive wings as well as his halo, hoping it helps convey just how special you are to him
to him, you’re safer under his watchful eye and control as the two of you happily spend your days together
if anyone had even dared to imply that they would harm you, sunday would deal with it immediately and make sure you would never see them again
even with all the dirty work he does, you’ll understand, won’t you? everything he does is for you, after all.
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sunnyaelia · 22 hours
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Anger and Regret
okay last one and I promise the next thing I post will be something freshly written again!!
request was this:
angst hurt/comfort request from tonight’s west ham game to cheer us up? 🙃 where reader and leah have been dating for some time but long distance, then reader just recently transferred to west ham and in the game against each other reader scored a hat trick putting west ham in the lead but leah is so angry (mostly cause it was her first time in the starting line up and she was disappointed) and she takes it out on the reader and reader is so sad cause she just wants her gf to be proud of her 🙃
Angst, comfort and happy ending all in one
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Leah was fuming, having had to helplessly watch from the sideline as West Ham tore them a new one in the second half. She had been feeling proud at Alessias goal that gave them the lead. So as she got taken off the pitch at half time she was slightly relaxing. That quickly changed when you got put on - her girlfriend and one of the newest signings for WestHam, along with Kristie.
Both of you had switched from the US teams to the WSL for your partners and were therefore quite close. You were good, easily getting offers from Arsenal when you announced your departure from your old club - but Arsenal was stacked when it came to attacking players and therefore you had chosen West Ham instead, not wanting to rot on the bench. Leah hadn’t been too happy at your choice though she accepted it of course and she couldn’t deny that you really brought some new drive into the club, your goals enough to keep the team far away from the threatened relegation. Your girlfriend had been unbelievably proud to see it - now though, she was less amused when you kept banging goal after goal into the net, right past Manus fingertips.
The genuinely impressed comment from Beth at your hat trick when it was 3:1 for WestHam at the end of the game did nothing to improve Leah’s mood in the slightest, incredibly upset with herself for not getting this absolutely crucial win. 
So, when later on in the tunnel you grabbed your girlfriends wrist wanting to both comfort her and also see her reaction at your hat trick, she pulled her hand back like she’d been burned. You were surprised at her next words, used to Leah being extremely competitive but usually she would just sulk and not get outright mean. 
“Came to gloat?” 
A frown on your face you tried to reach out for her hand again, only to be rejected once more as she took a step back.
“I didn’t want to gloat, I just wanted to check on you Leah.” 
“Yeah, well, I don’t need your pity.” 
Feeling the sting at how cold your girlfriend sounded you tried to remind yourself that she was a really sore loser and you had known that when you started dating her. This was nothing personal. 
“Leah come on, we aren’t threatening you that much, it’s just special that we were fighting for relegation and now we beat someone who’s in the top 3.” 
“Half our team has just recovered from an acl, it’s really not that special.” Leah’s voice had a bite in it that you really weren’t used to, your girlfriend usually super sweet and especially super proud whenever you’d score. 
You bit your lip, trying not to say anything to upset her further and nodded, eyes on the ground. 
When Leah didn’t say anything else you sighed, realising that it’d probably be better to go and celebrate with your teammates, Leah was definitively not in the mood to talk to you. “Guess I’ll see you later Leah.” 
She barely hummed and you tried to suppress your tears as you quickly walked to the bathroom, not wanting to break down in front of your new team. You had hoped that Leah would just concentrate on the fact that you had scored - a hat trick as well - and wouldn’t focus on you beating her beloved team. Seemed like she just couldn’t do that right now. 
Thankfully you managed to calm down enough that you could keep yourself from actually crying, definitely not willing to talk about the fight and your girlfriend’s treatment of you right now to anyone who would ask about your tears.
Walking into the changing room Kristie was one of the first ones to jump on you, nearly taking you to the ground. Everyone was talking excitedly, happy about beating Arsenal and now taking the ninth place and even though you were still disappointed and sad at how Leah had reacted, you made sure to put on a smile, not wanting to grab anyone’s attention.
Thankfully nobody had the time to celebrate since training was starting up again tomorrow and you were all exhausted, so you didn’t have to put on a happy face for too long, getting taken to your and Leah’s shared apartment by Kristie who wanted to visit Sam now anyway. 
You were glad when you were finally alone, Leah apparently not home yet. You took a shower and then just let it out, sobbing into your pillow. Sad about how the day had went, sad that you and Leah weren’t on the same team and were therefore not rooting for the same one, sad that Leah wasn’t able to just put the rivalry aside for once and be happy for you and sad that you scored a hat trick and instead of being happy it was now overshadowed by your girlfriends reaction. 
Meanwhile Leah was still in the changing room, having taken an eternity to shower and get changed and now slowly putting her last stuff in her bag. 
“Oi.” Katie appeared, having watched the game from the sidelines because of her last yellow card. “Where’s the missus?” 
“With her team.”
Katie didn’t seem to notice that something was up, happily continuing to chat. 
“Ya know, I’d be so proud if that was my girlfriend. Really signed someone good there. Sucks for us of course but at least now they should be save from relegation.” She opened the door and took a playful bow as Leah just marched through, wanting to get home and be alone finally. 
Leah was silently walking next to her as Katie continued to blabber, a bit lost in her own thoughts. 
Katie’s next words pulled her out it: “I’m happy you took it well.” She gave her a pat on the shoulder. “She moved here just for you, it’s nice that you two can healthily deal with one person winning and one person losing.” 
With that she bid her goodbye and was gone. 
As Leah sat in her car, the 20 minute drive home had her overthinking her earlier actions. If only Katie knew that she hadn’t put the rivalry aside at all. She had been quite mean about it too, cringing internally at how she had used the acls as an excuse. Speeding up slightly, she prayed that you would be home and hadn’t gone out with the team, wanting to apologise for her behaviour. 
You were indeed home, she discovered. But you were asleep, laying in your shared bed, a few tissues laying around and your eyes swollen, some tear tracks still visible on your face. Leah’s heart broke at the sight, feeling terrible at how she had treated you. 
So, determined to make it right once you woke up, she hopped right back into her car and to the flower shop, getting you a big bouquet. She also got your favourite ice cream and some food for breakfast tomorrow, knowing that she couldn’t cook to save her life but also not wanting you to do it after she had already ruined your day. 
Back home she checked on you quickly who was still laying there and sleeping peacefully. Leah removed the tissues around you and then placed water and an ibuprofen on the nightstand. You always got terrible headaches from crying and it looked like you’d been crying a lot so you’d probably need it. She had also placed two cooling pads in the fridge, knowing that you’d be annoyed at how swollen your eyes would be the next day. 
She was very careful when she finally slipped into bed next to you, the flowers in a vase on the table along with the plates already set for breakfast tomorrow. Gently,  so you wouldn’t wake up, she pulled you into her arms, giving your still stained cheeks a soft kiss before drifting off as well. 
The next morning your head was pounding, sitting up with a groan at the pain. You were surprised to find the water and pill on your nightstand, smiling softly at the sight of Leah with very messy hair next to you, glad that she had come home and apparently forgiven you for making Arsenal lose. 
You quietly got up and went to the bathroom, ready to assess the damage that the tears had caused. It was truly awful, you had cried on and off for a few hours, just letting the whole stress of this season out and the result was incredibly swollen eyes that still had a red rim along with blotchy skin.
You sighed, deciding to wash your face with cold water and then carefully dried it with a towel. Since your view was obstructed you nearly jumped a feet in the air when Leah’s hands suddenly wrapped around you from behind, pressing herself into you. 
Slowly lowering the towel from your eyes you met Leah’s in the mirror, her stomach turning at just how clear it was that you’d been crying. 
She buried herself into your neck, glad that you let her. 
“I’m really sorry for my behaviour, I truly have no excuse. And I’m terribly sorry that I made you cry, I really didn’t mean to.” 
Heart softening quickly at her words muffled into the embrace you leaned back into her more, twisting your neck so you could give her a kiss. 
“It’s alright. Just don’t let the rivalry get to your head next time, yeah?” 
Leah nodded though it looked like she was holding something back so with a slight furrow of your brows you turned in her arms and gently grabbed her face so she’d look at you. 
“What’s wrong?” 
Leah swallowed hard, eyes still avoiding looking at you while she spoke. 
“It wasn’t really about the rivalry, I just.. I’ve just come back from my acl and it already feels like all the pressure is on me. I see how people talk about Putellas and how she’s lost her touch after her acl and just isn’t that good anymore and I’m terrified that people are going to say this about me. It’s the first game that I’ve started in as captain since the injury and I just wanted to be good.” 
You frowned at her words. Your girlfriend was always quite hard on herself but you hadn’t realised just how bad it was. Gently pulling her into a hug, you tried to comfort her by rubbing her back before pulling away and answering her. 
“There’s always going to be someone who thinks you should have done better. Nobody who actually plays football and especially nobody who has ever done their acl will blame you for yesterday. It went great in the first half, you had the 1:0 lead and then you got subbed off and suddenly we were winning. That seems more like they shouldn’t have taken you off.” Leah chuckled at your words, feeling a lot lighter now that she had told you that she was scared. 
You gave her another hug, tightly squeezing her. 
“What someone online says really doesn’t matter. You need to stop looking at that stuff.” 
Leah nodded in agreement, taking a deep breath, relieved that it was out and relieved that you were not mad at her apparently. 
You stepped back slightly and offered her a hand: “Come on, I need an ice pack for my eyes and then I’ll make you breakfast.” 
Leah grinned before grabbing you around your waist and carrying you downstairs, ignoring you protesting and trying to squirm out of her grip, forever annoyed that your girlfriend could just easily take you wherever which she loved to do simply to get on your nerves. 
Placing you right in front of the fridge, she opened it, pulling out the almost done breakfast she would just have to reheat and the two ice packs for your eyes she had already put in yesterday for you. You smiled at her, softening at how your girlfriend had already known what you would need now. 
Your smile widened when she showed you the ice cream and then the already set table with the flowers on it, pulling her into a deep kiss as a thank you. 
Leah pulled away first, slightly breathless. “I’m sorry again. I’ll do better next time, I promise.” 
You nodded, though you couldn’t resist teasing her a bit: 
“Next time I beat your ass again?”
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reiding-writing · 2 days
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hello!!!! could i get a continuation fic for "breaking the ice"? this time it could be like after a hard case and reader actively seeks out spencer for comfort (CONGRATS ON 1K FOLLOWERS!!! <33)
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BREAKING DOWN [CLIMACTERIC]
/ˈbreɪ.kɪŋ daʊn/
spencer just wants to be there for you when you need him, but you get overwhelmed by his constant worrying and push him away, only to crawl right back into his embrace when you really need it.
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WARNINGS: fem!reader, reader is mean to spencer in the beginning but apologises later, child death, guilt, reader having an emotional breakdown, angst to hurt/comfort
spencer x cold!reader | hurt/comfort | 2.4k | climacteric event
a/n: hit two birds with one stone for this one, god sometimes i forget how much i like writing characters suffering man-
this fic is a continuation of ‘breaking the ice’, but can be read as a stand alone!
main masterlist!! ⋆。°✩ cold!reader masterlist!!
climacteric event masterlist!!
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You felt like an idiot the first time Spencer caught you crying, failing to compose yourself in the office bathroom for no good reason and looking like an absolute wreck because your brain had just decided it wanted to ruin your day.
There’d been a few times since then when he’d caught you on the brink of a breakdown, but you’d masked them better the more he tried to look into your psyche.
“It’s okay not to be okay sometimes,” He said those few months ago. “I’m here for you, whatever you need.”
That was all said and good but it didn’t mean that you wanted him to be there whenever you were overwhelmed or emotional. Sometimes you needed the space to work through your emotions on your own.
“Reid. Leave me alone.” You turn to him sharply, impatience written all over your features.
He’d been asking you about your emotions for the past fifteen minutes after noticing you turn down one of the sugary treats Garcia had brought into the office and using the small amount of favouritism you had towards him as leeway in terms of you not getting angry.
But you had your breaking point even with him.
The harshness spilling from your lips wasn’t something that was ever directed at him, so much so that it actually took him a second to register that it was him you were snapping at and not some invisible person standing behind him.
He didn’t even have time to respond to you. You were already around the corner by the time he’d come back to his senses.
He didn’t bother you after that.
At all.
There was no small talk at the beginning of the office days, no conversations on the jet between cases. He stopped waiting for you before leaving the office and picking you up coffee on days he knew you’d be late.
It threw you back in time to the first few years of working with him. And it seemed that the rest of the team was feeling the inherent ‘nostalgia’ as well, and not in a good way.
The small lingering glances and silent conversations you’d engage in had completely disappeared, and not having Spencer has the bridge of proper communication between you and the rest of the team made merging your psychological profile with the main behavioural profile for your most recent case three steps longer than it needed to be.
Because he was basically refusing to speak to you. Following your instructions to a T.
It didn’t help that it was a child case either. You always seemed to have issues with those. You worked twice as fast, but also made twice as many mistakes, and without someone like Spencer to filter your thoughts through to make sure that they were all objective it meant that your profile was lagging behind.
The child you were looking for died before you found him.
And by the time you’d reached the jet to fly back to Virginia, you’d already internalised his death as your fault.
You kept yourself together through the airport, through boarding and take-off and until you watched your team members fall into a blanket of uneasy sleep as everyone tried to brush off the emotional wreckage that they’d seen over the last few days and detach themselves from the child they’d failed to save.
You were usually pretty good at that part.
Separating yourself from your work came naturally for you, and it was something you were extremely grateful for when getting rest after a particularly hard case. But children were different.
They always were. Especially when it felt like you had a personal hand in their death.
With an internal sigh you accepted your fate of staring at the beige walls of the jet’s cabin until you inevitably couldn’t take it anymore and barricaded yourself in the bathroom for the remainder of the flight.
Now’s about the time where you’d probably distract yourself by starting Spencer on a tangent. Getting him to talk about something that was completely unrelated to the case you’d just sat through to drown out the voices inside of your head and allow you to rest peacefully despite yourself.
But you couldn’t do that right now.
Half because Spencer was already asleep and half because you’d pushed him away.
And now you had to lie in the hole you’d created for yourself.
You didn’t even end up making it into the bathroom.
You curled your legs up into yourself in the corner chair you’d bagged yourself, rested your elbows on your knees, and covered your face with your palms as the tears started a steady flow down your cheeks.
It was honestly one of the worst feelings in the world. Curled up into yourself with your hands cupped over your mouth to keep your staggered breathing quiet enough to not wake the other agents sleeping around the cabin.
As you sat there, the weight of your emotions pressing down on you like a heavy blanket, you couldn't shake the feeling of regret for pushing Spencer away.
His concern was always genuine, his presence a source of comfort even when you didn't realise you needed it. Now, in the silence of the jet cabin, his absence felt like a void.
Each tear that slipped from your eyes felt like another weight added to the burden you were already carrying.
The familiar ache in your chest threatened to consume you as you struggled to contain the flood of emotions threatening to spill over and wake your teammates.
Despite the exhaustion pulling at your bones, sleep remained unobtainable, lost in the emotional maze of regret and self-blame that you’d managed to lose yourself in to the point where you couldn’t even stand up to give yourself some privacy.
You felt utterly alone, isolated by your own actions in every sense of the word. Each passing minute stretched on for what felt like hours, dragging you deeper into the abyss of your thoughts.
You weren’t quiet enough apparently, and you hear a small shift from the long sofa to your right as your emotional breakdown seemingly catches someone’s ears to the point where they’ve woken up.
“…are-” Spencer’s voice is quiet and mildly groggy as he wakes from the sounds of your internal anguish, and he cuts himself off before getting his whole question out.
You wanted him to leave you alone.
“sorry…” He shifts onto his side until his back is facing you, not wanting to pry if you were uncomfortable with it but also not willing to watch you break down if he knew he couldn’t do anything about it.
“I’m not okay Reid…” Your words are caught in between stunted breaths and shaking movements. “I need help-”
Your words sent an ache right through his heart that made him think it was going to split in two. He can hear the tremor in your voice, the shakiness in your tone as you force yourself to be vulnerable with him. And it makes him want to join you in a fit of tears.
If you were actively reaching out like this, it had to be bad.
“I know…” His voice is barely above a whisper as he slowly turns his body, still hesitant to look you in the eyes but wanting to see your expression.
He doesn’t know if you want comfort or advice, but he knows which he’d prefer to give as his eyes land on your face and take in the sight of you, curled up into yourself with tear stains tracking down your cheeks in the cabin’s low lighting.
“But I don’t know how to…” The silence is the worst part of the conversation from his end of things – a silence that was deafeningly loud. His eyes dart between the cabin door and you.
But he doesn’t move. He doesn’t get up, or get closer. He just stays put.
He doesn’t know what to do.
“Tell me how to help you…”
“I don’t-” You barely get the chance to start speaking before your crying renders you effectively mute, your throat filled with sobs that leave your mouth into the palm of your hand as you attempt to silence yourself and not ruin anyone else’s slumber.
He can see your fingers trembling as you hold back the noise. From across the aisle, Spencer watches the way you shake until his stomach ties in a knot just from seeing you distressed.
But there’s nothing he can do.
“Can I try something?” He murmurs his words softly, like he’s afraid of frightening you further as he pulls himself upright on the couch seat to plant his feet firmly on the floor.
You answer him with a nod, too unstable to even think about trying to answer him verbally under the threat of breaking down further.
He pads across the aisle deftly, taking a seat in the chair beside your own and deftly bringing his arm across the back of your shoulders to rub lines against your back.
It’s a somewhat pathetic pat, a mix of fatigue and hesitation mixing in his movements and making his attempt at comforting you feel clumsy and mildly awkward.
But he was trying, and that was the main point.
The awkwardness really held no ground under your inherent need to just feel comforted in the moment, and you take no note of it as you turn your head into Spencer’s shoulder with your hand still cupped over your mouth as you tremble under his arms.
His hand becomes a little more confident once you accept his attempts.
He didn’t know how to help you.
He didn’t know how to soothe you.
And the thought of not being able to save you from yourself was tearing him up inside.
But the least he could do was this.
Spencer’s touch is gentle as he places his other hand onto the back of your head, fingers brushing along your hairline as he encourages you further into his embrace.
There’s nothing he should say right now, nothing he could say right now.
Whatever would come from him would be a string of false assurances he wasn’t sure he would even believe himself.
Instead, he settles for the soft touches, his gentle fingers and trying to soften your breathless sobs into something less heartwrenching.
It felt mildly awkward to be the source of someone else’s comfort — he’d usually been on the receiving end of it — but it was working, and he could slowly feel your shoulders relax under his hands, your sobs reducing to small sniffles as you calmed under Spencer’s influence.
“Breathe…” He whispered the words quietly against the top of your head, making a show of taking deep breaths that you could feel against his chest as a silent instruction for you to mirror.
The rise and fall of his chest underneath your hand was crucial in helping you slowly regulate your breathing to match his, the remnants of sniffles that caught in your throat slowly dissipating until they were non-existent.
The peak of your distress slowly eludes you as you sink down to a gradual calm, and the harsh beating of your heart against your sternum was slowly regulating itself as well until it was soft enough that it didn’t ring in your ears.
Spencer remains quiet as he continues to rub gentle lines over your spine. If he kept you him his grasp like this for long enough, your fatigue might catch up to you and make you fall asleep. And that would be alright with him.
“I shouldn’t have snapped at you for trying to help me,” You air out your half-apology once you’re confident enough that speaking won’t send you down another spiral, your words muffled slightly against his shirt.
It’s a sudden break to the small pocket of silence you’d created, and Spencer’s hand pauses for a fleeting second before continuing to trace its path over your back. “You were stressed and I pushed a limit, it was understandable…”
He wouldn’t lie to you and say that everything was alright and he didn’t take it personally. It did hurt for you to be so harsh to him, but hearing you try to apologise made it feel a little better at least.
“I just wanted to help…”
“I know…” You turn your head further into his shoulder until your face is hidden in the curve of his neck. “I’m sorry,”
Your apology, voiced properly this time, elicited a small sigh from his lips, and he adjusted his arm around you to accommodate the new position you were in.
The feeling of somebody leaning on him, relying on him so much for comfort was a rather novel experience. He liked his distance, his personal space, and his preference for not being touched always trumped anything else. But this was different.
“Don’t apologise…” Spencer shakes his head against yours as he murmurs out his words. “Just rest…”
You give him a small hum as your only indication of acknowledging his suggestion, letting out a small yawn into his neck as the consequences of your emotional breakdown catch up to you and riddle your body with fatigue.
You were practically melting into him by now, your weight resting against his side, but Spencer wasn’t complaining.
It made you seem so vulnerable, so small and relaxed and different from how you usually presented yourself to the world.
Once your yawn reached his ears he knew your body was preparing to slip into unconsciousness.
But he couldn’t bring himself to move away from you.
He’d seen you fall asleep before; he’d seen the way your mouth had parted slightly right before a small snore left your lips, the delicate rise and fall of your chest as your breathing evened out and the way your eyebrows furrowed when you fell into a dream.
He didn’t want to interrupt his comfort by moving away. So he didn’t. It wouldn’t hurt to hold you for a little bit longer.
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the party leader, mike wheeler - apoc au character details + poll under the cut!
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mike's role in the party:
a scouter - essentially plans runs, checks areas first to ensure safety, and directs the runners during supply runs
assigns basic survival chores at the beginning of each day (laundry, boiling water, patrol, hunting, etc.)
is the "face" of the party -> always the one to negotiate with people of other groups
even though the party likes to give him shit for being kind of rude and bossy about how he talks to them in "leader" mode - they always hang onto his every word! they love and respect him deeply
kind of like a tired dad whenever he's not fighting with someone else -> basically watches over everyone to make sure they're okay
would never hesitate to do something deplorable to protect the party: family first
skills + hobbies:
considered the designated driver (along with max): nancy taught him when he was younger. he was scared about being useless due to his inability to shoot and aim guns so nancy helped him find something useful. max teaches him how to drive manual so that he can drive her muscle car (its how they get over their distaste for each other)
writes an entry in a journal that he stole every day! he lets will doodle in the margins of the paper :)
loves to read whatever's around - particularly interested in history, sci-fi, and old journals from people before the apocalypse (reads them with dustin and el -> they are nosy as hell and live for the drama)
great at using machetes and hatchets -> do NOT let this boy shoot a gun. he will accidentally hurt you and himself
good at fixing up guns and navigating - lucas (guns) and dustin (navigating) taught him :D
quirks / fun facts:
he likes to switch around the pins on his jacket a lot! the party find pins around to give to him (range from terrible to wearable)
since he's the only boy that likes to tie up his hair, max and el like to doll up and play around with his hair during their downtime
is very annoying and particular when it comes to doing survival chores (out of love) -> makes sure that the chores are divided equally among all of them and that no one gets the same chores twice in a row
--- other notes: mike was the first character i had in mind when thinking about this au (no surprise there) and the drawing of him sitting cross legged with a machete in his hand was the first ever "official" drawing i made for this :D i tried to make apoc mike similar to canon mike in terms of his temperament, his hero complex, his self-sacrificial tendencies, his inability to appropriately process his romantic feelings, his natural leadership and his personality. about mike's inability to use guns -> looking at mike's character dnd sheet, his dexterity is low and s1 mike wheeler cannot aim for shit either (see his rock throw). the reason he's most comfortable with machetes (and hatchets) is because of their versatility as both weapons and tools! just wanted to share because i think mike needed a nerf and him not being able to shoot guns is both in character and funny as hell to me i've had mike and will's char sheets done for a while and i really love the way they look :) i'm excited to post will's next! i'm working on the character sheets in batches of two, so which duo are yall most interested to see next? i'll work on them based on the poll results and post them next week at the earliest :) i'll prob also try out some concept designs for the demogorgon-like zombies sometime soon as well!
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Hiiii so this is my first time asking for anything but can you do Astarion headcanons where Gn!Reader is basically a Living heater, like they’re always warm.
Heyo thanks for asking! I did the headcanons for spawn Astarion only as I haven't ascended him yet, hope you don't mind! Also this inspired me to write a fic where reader and Astarion share a bedroll and cuddle so thank you anon! Look forward to it!
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Being able to feel warm is a novelty Astarion has recently come to love
His favourite spot in camp used to be the campfire, where he would always be found lounging with a book in hand, that is, until he found out how warm you are
Suddenly, you’ve adopted a very clingy vampire who wants to do nothing more than sprawl all over you like a cat sunbathing on a nice flat rock underneath the sun
Speaking of cats, he definitely purrs when cuddling with you, no matter how much he says otherwise
“You’re hearing things, darling” “Right…”
At first, he’s hesitant about how much physical contact you’re willing to put up with, only pressing shoulders with you and holding hands whilst sitting around the campfire
He’ll take what warmth he can from you without crossing any boundaries you may have, and feel his way around his position in the relationship
But as the two of you become closer, he starts to become more daring
The first thing he tries doing is hugging
Ever since you first hugged him, he’s been craving the intimate act, coming up with excuse after excuse to hug you such as checking you for injuries and being tired after a long hike
And now he has the perfect excuse
“You’re warm, I need the warmth” or so he says. Not that you mind, really
You keep silent about how he constantly melts in your arms during the hugs
Sometimes he pretends like he isn’t craving a hug but you can tell from the many glances thrown your way and the slight twitching in his arms whenever he’s right next to you, so to save him his dignity you initiate the hug
He loves it when you initiate hugs, it makes him feel warm both on the outside and the inside, the kisses that always come with the hugs are an added bonus
If you’re shorter than him, he likes to bury his face into your hair while holding you as tightly as possible so that he can absorb maximum warmth while feeling like he’s holding the world in his arms
If you’re taller than him, he likes to bury his face into your shoulder/chest, there’s so much warmth emitting from those areas, he can’t resist. Besides, it means easier access to your neck should he get a little peckish
Once the two of you are close enough, he starts resting his head on your chest and curling up against you
He likes hearing your heartbeat while indulging in your body heat, it keeps him grounded and trancing isn’t as scary as it used to be when he’s enveloped in your warmth
Sometimes he likes just lying curled up against you, a comfortable silence filling the air as he traces a length along your arm, intertwining his fingers with yours
His favourite place to cuddle is snuggled in a cocoon of blankets with you, he gets double the warmth especially on chilly nights
He’s alright with being the big or small spoon, unless he just woke up from nightmares then he’s all about being the small spoon for the night
He may not need massages, being a vampire and all, but he still likes to request them from you from time to time, if only because he gets to feel your warm hands on him. He doesn’t care how effective the massages are
All in all, he loves the toastiness that is you and would never trade it for the world
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STRESS RELIEF — TEASER
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Anyways, Stress Relief (my Sanemi-gets-topped one-shot), is next up on my completion list — so have a sneak peek!
I love writing from Sanemi’s POV
CW: none really for this snippet • Sanemi trying to be a good malewife and Reader not having it • this fic will be highly NSFW though so MDNI
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Sanemi had seen his girlfriend in various states of being, and he prided himself not only on being to identify what mood she was in, but how best to handle her when she was in said mood.
If she was sad, Sanemi knew she needed comfort, but enough space to not feel suffocated.
When she was angry, Sanemi knew she needed to vent, so he would put aside anything that could distract him in order to give her his full, undivided attention.
When she was sleepy, Sanemi had come to accept Y/N would never willingly put herself in bed, instead preferring to be babied. After several rounds of him telling her to go to bed and Y/N lazily insisting she was not sleepy, and was “one hundred percent awake,” she would invariably fall asleep wherever she had managed to park her ass. So Sanemi would gently gather her into his arms and carry her back to their shared bed, taking care to ensure her phone was plugged in so she wouldn’t miss her alarm come morning.
But when Y/N was stressed?
Sanemi knew to stay the fuck out of her way.
In stark contrast to himself, Sanemi’s girlfriend was not a hot-tempered person by default. Nor was she meek by any means; rather, she was quick to laugh, and an all-around easygoing woman.
However, all that calm rationality went right out the fucking window whenever she was under immense pressure, just as she was now.
Y/N was currently studying for her licensing exam. Apparently, seven years of schooling was still not enough for her to advance in her field if she didn’t pass some stupid national exam that re-tested her on everything she had already demonstrated competency in while at school. Personally, Sanemi thought it was just another excuse to make money off the poor saps who had the misfortune of pursuing her chosen career.
For the past three weeks, Y/N had lived, breathed, and (not) slept for the exam. Sanemi found himself having to constantly remind his girl to eat, stretch, take care of her basic necessities. If she wasn’t clacking away on her keyboard as she made color-coordinated outlines, she was watching review videos, and if she wasn’t watching review videos, she was handwriting flashcards until her body finally gave into its exhaustion and she slumped over at her desk.
Last week, she’d been up so late studying that Sanemi had fallen asleep before he could drag her ass to bed. When he had finally jerked himself awake well after midnight and realized that his girlfriend’s warm body was not cuddled up next to him in their bed, he had found his girlfriend in their tiny living room, still at her desk.
Y/N’s head had been resting on her upper arm and her eyes were closed, but still clutched in her hand was her pen, twitching against the paper of her open notebook. When Sanemi had moved to gently pluck the pen from her loose grip, he had peered down to see scratchy and disjointed inky lines on the paper, he had realized that her hand had continued to move even well after she had lost consciousness, as though taking notes had become mere muscle memory.
The sight had made Sanemi’s heart clench, and he felt an inexplicable urge to lock her in bed for a day just to let her rest. Sanemi knew she was doing this so they could have a better life, together, but he hated to see her put so much pressure on herself. He had thought himself smart for deliberately leaving Y/N’s phone — and thus, her alarm — in the living room, discarded between the cushions of the couch (“so it won’t bother me,” she had snapped when he’d raised his eyebrows in question at her earlier). He even thought she would be grateful to him for letting her sleep in.
What a stupid, naive fucking notion that had been.
Because when Y/N had shot up in bed the next morning, disoriented with her hair in a wild, tangled mess, and she saw sunlight streaming through the window, she promptly freaked the fuck out.
“Do you want me to fail?” She cried, storming around their room, digging frantically through a pile of her clothes as she hunted for a pair of leggings to pull over her bare legs.
“You’re not going to fail because you slept an extra fuckin’ hour,” Sanemi groaned from his place in bed, dragging a hand down his tired face. “You’re gonna run yourself ragged if you don’t take care of yourself. You need sleep, babe.”
She let out a derisive laugh, a slightly crazed look in her eye. “I’ll sleep when I pass this stupid test or when I’m dead. Whichever’s first.”
For the rest of the day, Y/N had been snippy, huffing at every slight noise Sanemi had dared to make. She’d only grown more and more irritated as the night went on, and when he had sighed at the prospect of cooking dinner, she lost it.
“Can you stop breathing so god damned loudly?” She snapped, throwing her pen down in annoyance as she whipped around in her chair to glare at him.
Sanemi stared at her in disbelief for a moment, but he’d never been one to keep calm and cool, so he bit right back.
“I’m sorry that I’m just here, existing, and tryin’ to fuckin take care of ya, Princess. My mistake.”
Her eyes narrowed into slits. “And I’m trying to make sure I get my damn license so I can take care of you,” she simpered right back at him, anger swimming in her eyes. “But I guess that doesn’t fucking matter, does it? No!”
A blush began to creep up Y/N’s neck, a telltale sign she was about to start yelling. “No! Because you think taking care of me means not letting me focus or hiding my phone so that i don’t hear my alarms so I can’t wake up on time, and if I can’t wake up on time, I can’t study for as long as I need to, and if I can’t study I. Won’t. Fucking. Pass!” Her voice had become shrill by the time she stopped for a breath, chest heaving.
Sanemi watched her for a long moment as she caught her breath. “Are you done?”
In the span of a nanosecond, Y/N went from an angry, possessed-looking harpy to a sniffling, teary mess. She slumped back down into her desk chair, lower lip trembling pathetically as she tried and failed to hold in a hopeless wail.
“Okay, okay.” Sanemi murmured, moving across the room to kneel next to his sobbing girlfriend, feeling a slight sting of guilt as he watched her shoulders curl in on themselves under the weight of the pressure she undoubtedly felt.
He had spent the night trying to console her, though without much success. She had alternated between despairing over “the impending doom of her failure” and hiccuping angrily at him for continuing to distract her.
Nonetheless, everything about their future was currently riding on Y/N passing her upcoming exam in a month’s time and his girlfriend was currently one belt-loop snag on a door handle from a full fucking meltdown.
So Sanemi knew the best thing he could do was to steer clear and leave her to her own devices. He could do that for her.
But god damn if the sight of her ass in those shorts wasn’t killing him.
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omg this just popped into my head and i desperately need it like i literally will not be able to stop thinking about it about it till it is written but, ethan landry x reader fic based on gods and monsters by lana del rey oml like it would be phenomenal… i don’t want it to incorporate the lyrics i just want it based on the idea of the song? but not about them being actual gods and monsters like to her ethan is a god. especially the lyrics “this is heaven, what i truly want. it’s innocence lost.”. basically reader is super innocent and ethan sees her as an angel and feels the need to ruin her and she sees him as a god and is obsessed with him. super smutty and him praising her and talking her through it. i know this was a lot but i am obsessed with your writing and i think if you wrote this it would be amazing, but only if you’re comfortable 🫶☺️
HI! I hope this was what you wanted. 💕
Gods & Monsters - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader
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This contains SMUT - Minors DNI
Summary: You're obsessed with Ethan and he's obsessed with you, but he'd dying to destroy your innocence.
Contains: Fluff-ish moments, Smut - Oral(m and f receiving), fingering, p in v, riding, rough-ish sex. Reader isn't a virgin but doesn't have a lot of experience.
A/N: This was one of the fics I lost the other day, and I'm so sad because I liked what I'd already written before. BUT I was determined to get this done lmao
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You didn’t expect to fall so hard for Ethan Landry. What started as a small crush on one of your friends led to full-blown infatuation. Once you found yourself hanging off every word that slipped past his perfect lips, always making sure you were beside him whenever you’d go out with your friends, and even letting your grades slip a little just so you’d have the excuse to be alone with him to study, you realized how fucked you were. You didn’t care, though, because he’s everything you wanted.
He was tall, and very attractive. But what really sucked you in was the way he lit up whenever he talked to you about the things he was passionate about. The way his voice sounded first thing in the morning when you’d all spent the night at Tara’s. The way he ignored any other girls that looked in his direction, at least when he was with you.
Ethan was just as caught up in you as you were with him. The first night you walked into Tara’s, he could’ve sworn you were literally glowing. He thought you were the most gorgeous girl he’d ever seen, and once he talked to you and realized how sweet you were, he knew he had to make you his. He found himself daydreaming about taking you on dates, holding your hand, kissing you. But sometimes, his thoughts weren’t so innocent.
He knew you weren’t a virgin, but after a drunken game of ‘Never Have I Ever’ turned sexual, he learned that there were a lot of things you hadn’t done. He wanted to be the first, and hopefully only person you’d do those things with. He even went as far as wondering how you’d sound, the faces you’d make, how much of him you could take in your mouth before it was too much. He felt a little guilty from time to time for thinking about you in that way, because you were just so sweet. But the desire to destroy your innocence just kept getting stronger, no matter how hard he’d try to push those thoughts about you to the side.
The two of you shamelessly flirted with each other, so much that the rest of your friends thought there was something more going on than there was. It wasn’t uncommon for Ethan to pull you into his lap whenever there wasn’t an empty seat available beside him, or for the two of you to be so caught up in your own conversations that you’d forget your friends were even there. He wanted to take things to the next level, but he’d always get nervous and shut down whenever he got close to kissing you.
You lived down the hall from Tara, which made it so convenient for you and Ethan’s study sessions. Whenever you had plans with your friends, Ethan would come to your apartment to study with you before. With exams coming up, Ethan couldn’t stop thinking about how he needed to get over his nerves and finally make a move. He knew he’d still get to see you, but he wouldn’t have the excuse to spend alone time with you.
As Ethan sat on your bed, his fingers moving against his keyboard, you started to get bored. He kept peaking over his laptop screen to see you stretched out on your stomach at the foot of your bed, scrolling through your phone.
“That’s not homework,” he said, playfully scolding you as you sat up to look at him.
“If I have to keep looking at anything school related, I’m going to go crazy.”
“We still have over an hour before we have to go to Tara’s. What would you like to do?” He asked, closing his computer to give you his attention.
“We could watch a funny movie. I need to laugh,” you suggested, as he shook his head.
“We don’t have enough time for that…but,” he said, sitting his laptop on the bed beside him. “I know how to make you laugh.”
He smirked as he crawled closer to you. You knew what was coming, the slight look of panic in your eyes making him chuckle before his fingers dug into your sides.
“Ethan,” you whined, trying to grab at his hands to pull them off you. You were starting to tear up from laughing, and your breathing was getting heavier. “Stop it! You’re going to make me fall off the bed!”
“I’d never let that happen,” he said, his fingers not letting up.
“Seriously, Ethan!” You were starting to wheeze from laughing so hard, so he finally pulled his hands away. You placed one of your hands on your chest as you tried to take deep breaths, as Ethan settled back into the spot he was in before on your bed. “That was so mean.”
“I think it’s funny that you’ve never tried to get me back,” he said, a smug look on his face. “Is it because I’m stronger than you?”
“Knowing you, you’d have me pinned to the bed so I wouldn’t be able to move while you tickled me.”
Ethan got a little caught up in the idea of that. He wanted to have you pinned to the bed, but not to tickle you. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice you were moving closer to him, the only thing bringing him back into the moment was when your fingertips started to move against his sides.
“Hey!” he said through his laughter as he grabbed at your hands. You weren’t going to give up easily, so you moved to straddle him, pulling your hands away every time he reached for them. “Please, you gotta stop!”
“No,” you said, your hands moving further up his ribs, making him laugh even harder. He knew it wasn’t meant to be sexual, but the way your ass was rubbing against him as you moved was making him hard.
“Stop!” he yelled, finally grabbing your hands. Your face dropped as you looked at him, and he immediately felt guilty for yelling at you like that. “I’m sorry…you’re just,” he said, letting out a gasp once you started to move off him, your eyes going wide once you felt how hard he was underneath you. “That. You’re making me hard.”
“Oh,” you softly said, staring at the bulge in his jeans. “Is it a bad thing that I did?”
“No…I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he sighed, before he sat up. “Does it make you uncomfortable that you do that to me?”
He watched your cheeks turn pink at his question. This wasn’t how he planned on making his move, but the door was wide open for him to have the conversation.
“No,” you said, “have I made you hard before?”
“I get hard just thinking about you,” he confessed, the sexual tension in the room getting stronger as each second passed.
You were starting to get nervous as you sat there. You didn’t have the most experience in the world, your previous sexual encounters with your ex mainly consisted of you just laying there and waiting until he was done, so you didn’t know how to give a blow job. But you wanted to learn. You wanted Ethan to teach you.
“Can I…suck it?” you asked, his eyes growing wide. “Sorry, stupid question.”
“No, it’s not stupid…do you want me to tell you how to do it?” he asked, as you smiled and nodded. “Okay, uh, I’ll just get these off.”
He slid off the side of your bed and unbuttoned his jeans before shimmying them down his legs. You gawked as you saw the tent in his boxers, wondering if you were in over your head for even thinking you could do this.
“I hate to ask this…” no he didn’t. “But would you want to get on the floor? It’d be easier for you.” You nodded as you slid off the side of the bed and stood in front of him. “Wait,” he said, once you started to drop to your knees. You stood back up to face him, as he leaned in to kiss you. You needily kissed him back, your hands on his cheeks as he started to rub your hips. Once you pulled back, he smiled at you. “You don’t feel like you have to do this, right?”
“No, I want to do this,” you said, looking at him as you sank onto the floor.
“Fuck…eye contact like that is good,” he said, running his fingers through your hair. “I guess I’ll just slide these down.”
His fingers hooked under the waistband of his boxers as he slid them down his thighs, his cock springing free right in front of your face. He let out a sweet laugh once he noticed how wide your eyes got.
“Do I just put it in my mouth?” you asked, as he groaned at how innocent you were.
“Let’s start with just touching it,” he suggested, as you nodded and reached your hand up. “Wrap your hand around it…just like that, baby,” he said, taking a deep breath as he tried to contain himself. “Now move your hand back and forth, but not too fast.”
You did as he said, your eyes glancing between his and his cock. You weren’t sure if you were good at what you were doing, but he was breathing heavier the longer you did it.
“Do you want to try to put it in your mouth?” he asked, as you nodded and leaned forward. “How about you just do what you think is right and I’ll tell you if it’s bad or good?”
“Okay,” you shyly said, hoping that you would get it right.
Ethan’s biggest fantasy was coming to fruition. His head was spinning as you took the head of his cock in your mouth, your hand still stroking him. Even though you weren’t a virgin, he still felt like he was devirginizing you, at least in this way.
“That’s perfect,” he said, his eyes looking into yours as you sucked on his sensitive tip. “Try to take a little more.”
You did as he said, easing a little more of him into your mouth. His hand tangled in your hair, his grip loose. The last thing he wanted was to push you too far and make you want to stop when you’d just started. He was about to ask you for more, when you boldly took as much of him as you could in your mouth, to the point that you were gagging around him. You quickly pulled your head back, refusing to make eye contact like you’d just done something wrong.
“Hey,” Ethan said, his hand that was in your hair moved to your chin. He tilted your head so you’d look at him, your eyes already watery from the gagging. “If you want to keep going, there’s a little tip that helps with that.”
He showed you the thumb trick, and talked to you about bobbing your head too, along with moving your hand. Once you felt like you had a better understanding of what you needed to do, you leaned forward, taking just as much of him in your mouth as you did before.
You were still gagging a little, but not as bad as you did the first time. Your mouth kept getting more and more wet, the feeling making Ethan groan. His hand snaked back in your hair as he fought the urge to thrust in your mouth.
“You’re doing such a good job,” he praised, “Twist your hand a little…oh fuck.”
You were catching on quickly, and Ethan was so proud of you. Your eyes stayed on his, even when tears started to slip past your lower lash line. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, his grip on your hair tightening.
“Can I try something?” he asked, his eyes pleading with yours. You hummed around him to let him know he could, because the last thing you wanted to do was pull him out of your mouth.
He started to thrust past your lips as you gagged around him, your free hand gripping your thumb as hard as you could. Big, fat teardrops were flowing down your cheeks, but you were loving it. His eyes were fluttering as his jaw dropped open, but he still stayed focused on you, not wanting any of this to be too much.
“I’m gonna cum,” he said, his voice a little raspy from his panting. “Can I cum in your mouth?”
You hummed around him again to respond, the vibrations around his cock sending him over the edge as his hand tensed up in your hair, tugging on it harder than he wanted to. You just kept moaning around him, so turned on as his salty cum coated your tastebuds. He gave a few more weak thrusts as his hand in your hair relaxed before he slowly slid out of your mouth.
“Are you okay?” he asked, reaching down to take your hand. He helped you to your feet before wiping the tears off your cheeks.
“Yeah, I liked that,” you said, your voice raw from all the gagging. “Can we do it again?”
“We can do anything you want to,” he said, placing his hands on your hips to hold you close. “But right now, can I eat you out?”
“Oh, Um,” you mumbled, your cheeks getting rosy at the idea. “You want to do that?”
“I’m not your ex,” he said, smirking at you. “I bet he never made you cum.”
“He didn’t,” you sighed, as Ethan backed you towards the bed.
“I will,” he said, as he started to lift your shirt.
Ethan got you out of your jeans and shirt, leaving you in just your bra and panties. He hovered over you, his mouth moving against your neck as his hand roamed your body. You were squirming as you tried to patient, but it was getting harder for you, especially when his hand reached in between your thighs and rubbed you over your panties.
“So wet,” he mumbled against your neck, his breath giving you goosebumps. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
He pulled his hand away as he sat up, grabbing your hands for you to sit up, too. His hands reached around you to unhook your bra, his mouth not leaving your neck as he slid the straps down your arms and threw it to the other side of the room.
“We have to go to Tara’s soon,” you reminded him, as he pulled away and started to laugh.
“We’re probably going to be late.”
He leaned down, taking one of your nipples in his mouth. You started to whimper as he sucked, pulling off it with a soft pop before he moved to the other side.
Once his lips trailed further down your body, you were trying so hard to be in the moment, but your mind started to wander. You practically worshiped the ground Ethan walked on, and all he wanted in that moment was you, but you still didn’t know if this was going to anything more than a friends with benefits situation, or if he wanted to be with you like you wanted to be with him.
“What’s on your mind?” he asked, pulling you from your thoughts as he started to kiss your inner thighs.
“Mmm, it’s nothing,” you moaned once he started to suck your flesh into his mouth.
He pulled away to look at you, “No, tell me.”
You sighed in frustration, both from him stopping and you really didn’t want to pour your heart out to him in that moment. But he just kept staring at you, waiting for you to say something.
“I’ve…fuck,” you sighed, taking a deep breath. “I want this…but I need to know how you feel about me.”
He smiled at you as your blush spread across your cheeks. “You haven’t realized that I’m in love with you yet?”
“In love with me?” you asked, as he slid your panties down your legs.
“Mhm, I’m fucking obsessed with you,” he said, before he buried his head between your thighs.
“Shit,” you gasped, as his tongue licked fat stripes from your entrance to your clit.
He started to focus on your clit, giving all the attention to your needy bundle of nerves. You looked down to see that he was watching you, taking in all the little faces you were making. He was alternating between swirling and lightly sucking, the stimulation making your entire body feel hot.
He slid one of his fingers inside of you, your legs feeling shaky as he moved it against the spot inside of you that you weren’t even sure existed. He watched you start to fall apart over just one finger, and once he added another one, you were a whimpering mess. He licked your clit a few more times before he pulled away to talk to you, his fingers still moving.
“You never told me how you feel about me,” he said, curving his fingers to apply more pressure.   
“Unfff, fuck,” you whined, your hands tightly gripping the comforter underneath you.
“If you don’t tell me, I’ll stop,” he playfully said, smirking as his fingers brought you closer to the edge.
Your brain was turning to mush, but you pulled yourself together for a second, not wanting him to stop. “I’m in love with you, too.”
He leaned back down to your clit, sucking on it a little harder than he had before. Your whines got louder as the euphoric feeling washed over you, his free hand holding down your bucking hips. It felt so good that your eyes started to water, your entire body tingling as he worked you through it.
Just as you came down from your high, you heard a knock coming from your front door. You were too fucked out from Ethan’s fingers to even care, as he started to laugh.
“I bet that’s Tara,” he said, as he laid down beside you. “We’re late.”
“Fuck,” you groaned, lazily sliding your naked body off the side of your bed, landing on your feet.
You grabbed your robe and put it on, your legs still wobbly as you made your way to the front door. You looked out the peephole to see Tara and Mindy.
“Hey,” Tara said once you opened the door, her smile dropping once she noticed you weren’t dressed. “Are you still coming over?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there soon,” you said, noticing both of them staring at something. “What?”
“Is Ethan here?” Mindy asked, a smirk playing on her lips as she realized what was going on.
“Yeah, we’ll both be over in a few,” you said, still not understanding what they were looking at.
“Okay…you might want to cover that up before you come over,” Mindy said, gesturing to your neck as Tara started to giggle.
You bit your bottom lip as the embarrassment hit, realizing that Ethan sucking on your neck earlier must’ve left a hickey.
“No, you know what? You guys finish whatever ‘studying’ you’re doing, then come over. We’re sorry for interrupting,” Tara said, fighting off her laughter as she and Mindy walked down the hall to her apartment.
You sighed as you closed the door, knowing that you and Ethan were definitely going to be grilled once you did go to Tara’s.
“Why didn’t you tell me you put this on my neck?” you said, glancing at it in the mirror after you walked back in your room.
“Are you embarrassed that they know you’re mine?” he questioned, walking up behind you. He rested his head against your shoulder, but your mind was in a haze once you felt his hard cock pressing against you.
“You know how long I’ve wanted to be yours? I’m definitely not embarrassed,” you said, making him laugh as he moved your hair to the side the place more kisses to your neck.
“Well, I did hear them say we should finish studying,” he said, as his hand reached over to untie your robe. “I’m not done studying you yet.”
“Fuck,” you gasped, when his hand started to massage one of your breasts, gently pinching at your nipple. Your back leaned against his chest as you relaxed into his touches, your breathing getting heavier as his hand trailed lower. “Can I be on top?”
“For a little bit, yeah,” he mumbled against you as his fingers rubbed across your still-soaked pussy. “Is that okay?”
“Mhm.”
You had so many things you wanted to do with Ethan, so many things you hadn’t experienced yet. Any nerves you had about your inexperience faded, your confidence showing as you got on top to straddle him.
“Take your time, I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, as you grabbed his cock that was resting against his lower stomach. You lined him up with your entrance and started to sink down on him. “So tight,” he groaned, as you tried to get used to the stretched-out feeling. He wasn’t all the way in and you already felt so full.
“Mmm,” you moaned once you’d taken all of him, your ass meeting the top of his thighs.
You took a minute, trying to adjust your legs to the most comfortable position as his hands ran up your sides. Once you started to bounce on him, his hands went to your hips to help you move. Your bottom lip went in between your teeth as you held eye contact with him. Once he started to thrust up into you, your hands went to your breasts, massaging them as he helped your hips meet his.
He loved having you on top, and he loved watching the way your tits bounced, but he needed to be in control. He needed to push your limits a little until you were falling apart underneath him. He held your hips in place a few seconds before he flipped you over, a squeal flying out of your mouth. He smirked down at you before he grabbed the back of your thighs, pushing them toward you with his hands.
“Stop me if anything hurts, okay?” he said, as you smiled and nodded. He slid back inside of you, his hands right below the back of your knees as he started to pound into you.
Your mouth fell open as he fucked you, every sound that built up in your throat flying out. He was so deep, but the tip of his cock hit your g-spot with every thrust.
“That feel good?” he asked, pushing your legs closer to you. You babbled in response, the new angle making him go even deeper. “Look at you, so cock drunk, so perfect.”
All you could do was whimper as you felt yourself getting close. You were fighting to keep your fluttering eyes open, because you didn’t want to miss a single second of watching him. The beautiful boy that you’d fallen so hard for had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead that his curls were starting to stick to, his bottom lip was in between his teeth. You felt so submissive as you just laid there and took it. You were okay with him using you in whatever way he wanted, because you’d do anything for him.
“You gonna cum, baby?” he asked, as he felt your walls start to flutter.
“Yes!” you cried out, your hands shakily gripping the comforter again as the wave crashed into you so hard your vision got fuzzy. You kept trying to talk as he fucked you through it, his teeth showing as he smiled at your babbles.
“I’m almost there, baby. Can you take it a little longer?” he asked as your eyes peeled open to look at him.
“Yes, it feels so good,” you moaned, as he sped up, chasing his orgasm.
Your body kept jolting like little aftershocks from the intensity of your own orgasm, and you were feeling a little overstimulated, but the last thing you wanted was for him to stop. He was going so fast and so deep as he panted, mumbling your name as his head started to roll back.
“Gonna…fuck. Cum,” he said, pulling his cock out and shooting his release all over your tummy. He caught his breath as he looked at you through his hooded eyes. You smiled at him as he moved to lay on the bed beside you.
“I think we need to shower,” you said, glancing down at his cum on you. “I don’t really have anything that has a manly scent, though.”
“That’s okay. I’ll get to smell like you,” he said, his fingertips brushing against your arm.
After your shower with Ethan, you concealed the giant purple mark on your neck and took the walk of shame over to Tara’s. Your friends got quiet as you walked in, glancing back and forth between you and Ethan.
“Sooo,” Chad said, noticing Ethan’s wet hair, “Did you two finally realize that you’re meant to be together?”
“Oh yeah,” Ethan said, as Chad walked over to dap him up.
“It’s about time. It was getting exhausting to watch the two of you,” Mindy said, as Tara nodded in agreement.
You, Ethan and Chad walked over to sit on the couch as Mindy pushed play on the movie she was waiting to start until you got there. After a few minutes, Chad looked over to Ethan.
“Dude, this is a little blunt, but you smell so good right now.”
You started to giggle as Ethan laughed and wrapped his arm around you, holding you close.
“He’s right, you do smell good.”
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hey, you could do something with reader telling james (or poly!marauders) that you're pregnant. reader was tense and hesitant about what his reaction would be, as she thought he wouldn't like the idea
thanks for requesting!
f!reader 1k cw: pregnancy
James has his head almost inside the pot of soup on the stove, poking and prodding at it with a wooden spoon as though it may bite him, when you cross through the arched entryway of the kitchen. He turns his head over his shoulder when he hears your socked feet padding across the tiled flooring, glasses fogged up and his smile bright.
"I don't think I did it right." He tells you, forbearing a greeting all together.
His brows hook in the middle when he turns back to the pot, lips pouted just a little. You peek over his shoulder to find a simmering pot of vegetable water and find yourself biting back a smile. Sweet James, your loving and doting boyfriend, always up for a challenge. You don't have the heart to tell him there's entirely too much water and not nearly enough stock in the pot, so you rub his shoulder encouragingly, place a kiss to it, after. "Looks lovely, handsome."
It pulls a warm smile out of your boyfriend, who seems more encouraged by your words than you think he should be. He's so trusting, so loving, leads with his heart and his soul, and nothing else. He puts too much faith in you.
"Remus' never looks like this, but I s'pose thats because he does it in the slow cooker." James placates himself with a shrug, eyes back on the steaming pot.
You hum a mild agreement, pulling yourself up onto the worktop so you're facing James. He likes the company whenever he's cooking. You like the domesticity, the routine, spending time with him whilst completing a task, talking about your day, your friends. It's nice, to be so comfortable with the person you love.
"Did you write down the instructions as he was giving you them? Or are you going from memory?" You ask James apprehensively.
He doesn't reply at first, too occupied with throwing a load of raw potatoes into the pot. They drop to the bottom of the pot with a sickening thud, water splashing over the sides. James winces as a droplet catches the side of his arm and turns to you with a weary look, "From memory. He was going too fast and the landline was crackly."
There's no saving the soup now, so you allow James to continue his ministrations. You'll pretend it's even better than Remus'. Anything for James. Anything to see him smile.
"He said he hopes you're feeling better soon, by the way. Sirius, too." James adds, face dangerously close to the open flame of the gas cooker as he adjusts the heat.
You blanch. You'd mentioned feeling poorly to James yesterday morning, a little tired, a little sick, stiff, the normal beginnings of a cold. The soup makes sense, now. "You asked Remus for his soup recipe because I mentioned feeling a little poorly once?"
James nods, shrugs like it's no big deal.
You've never felt this kind of love before, the kind of care and consideration James has.
"Jamie, I'm not poorly." Your voice is a little unsteady.
You'd wanted to wait, tell him when you'd figured out how you felt about it yourself. Wanted to be sure whether this was something you wanted, something James would want. You know he's a good man, a good person with a massive heart, but you've not been together for as long as you'd have liked, you're not married, there's a list of things that could make James run for the hills and you wouldn't blame him.
But you know him. You know James Potter. He's never ran from anything.
"Well it's too late for that, I've already made the ruddy soup, now." James teases, poking the pudge of your thigh with the tip of the wooden spoon.
"James," You try to garner his full attention, away from the burning vegetable water, "I wasn't poorly."
He frowns, probably trying to pin together the phrase with the way you're acting and comes up with nothing, so he says nothing.
"I'm pregnant."
James doesn't say anything for a minute. You can't read him. Eyes wide, jaw slack, eyebrows lost in the messy tuft of his fringe. Just when you think the silence might choke you, the fire alarm sounds, loud and abrasive. It kick starts your boyfriend's brain and he grabs the nearest tea towel, motioning for you to stay put, and wafts the smoke away from the detector.
After, in the silence that follows, he leans over the kitchen sink and opens the window, turns off the stove.
"When did you find out?" He asks, voice unwaveringly calm.
Your heart slams against your rib cage, scared and begging you to run, "This morning."
James nods, "How do you feel?"
"Nauseous. Confused. Scared."
James softens, crosses the distance between you. His hands are soft on your face when he slots between your legs, eyes swimming with emotion. He smells faintly like OXO stock cubes and his normal cologne as he rests his forehead against yours and heaves a deep breath. "You wanna do this?"
"Only if you do." You answer truthfully.
"I love you, you know that?" His voice comes out hoarse, and you realise he's holding back tears.
Tears spring to your eyes, too, when you nod, "I know."
"There's no one else I'd rather do it with."
Relief washes over you like a bucket of cold water, bringing the air back to your lungs, life back to your heart. You're laughing into the kiss that James presses to your lips, giddy and excited. He presses two gentle pecks there, after, and one to your forehead.
"Holy shit I'm gonna be a Dad." He sounds awed, in disbelief.
You laugh, "Yeah. You are."
"And you're gonna be a Mum."
"That's generally how it works, babe." You say placatingly, thumbs swiping over his rounded cheeks, holding his face in place. His smile is like the sun, bright and blinding. You feel warm all over just looking at it.
"I need to phone Sirius." James announces, turning on his heel to make for the landline.
You shouldn't be surprised, not when Sirius is an extension of your boyfriend's being. So, you simply wait until you can hear James ramming his fingers against the telephone, and dump a couple more stock cubes into the soup.
He can thank you later.
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COMMOTION. (1/2)
slightly toxic fwb Ellie x toxic Reader
Ellie has a reputaion around campus and so did you. What happens when you meet at a party and can't get off each others minds?
Warnings: weed, alcohol, oral (e receiving), fingering(r receiving), squirting, snapchat recording with consent, overstimulation, edging, pining on both sides, NOT TOO TOXIC IN THIS PART.
inspired by the song commotion by Jozzy.
Lol this was meant to be some backshot headcannons but then it became this monster.
W.C: 8.2K
Read this. and this. click on this. click these too.
Ellie hummed into the kiss, deepening it, by slipping her tongue into the mouth of the girl who was currently sitting in her lap. 
She turned her head, allowing the girl to stroke her cheekbones as Ellie moved her hands from her face to her hips, squeezing and gripping the denim skirt covered flesh in a not so gentle grip.  
Did Ellie know who this girl was? No. Did she try to find out her name four times using context clues as well as sneaking a glance at her phone whenever it lit up, praying someone would text the girl using her name? Yes. Did it work? No.  
But Ellie didn't really care at this point. She had a sneaking suspicion the girl on her didn't either although she had introduced herself to Ellie multiple times at multiple parties.  
She had come to this frat party to sell to her most promising customers, frat boys, who never seemed to get enough of the buds she sold. They could also never seem to satisfy their girlfriends, leading to them often finding her in the house or the party she was at.  
Ellie had been minding her business in the living room of the full and bustling fraternity house, rolling herself a blunt to smoke, in the comforting purple lights and darkness of the frat house, as she was sold out and done for the night. As she had placed the blunt in her mouth and was pulling out a lighter to spark it with, her eyes drifted to a girl across from her who's eyes had been flittering from her and back to the conversation she was having with her friend for the past few minutes. 
Eyeing Ellie in her oversized and beat up leather jacket and dark jeans. Ellie raised her brows, grinning at the girl in the dark room, taking a hit of her blunt before holding it out to her while her friend had disappeared to get another drink. 
The rest was history.  
Ellie didn't like to admit it, but she knew she had a bit of a reputation on campus. The girls liked her, and she liked them back. But she knew that they were looking for all the wrong things in her. This was how she ended up becoming a name on every girl's lip in a dreamy sigh, or any angry yell from most frat guys. But no one sold weed, strong enough to forget about what had caused the problem in the first place so she managed to stay in people's good graces.  
She knew it was a bad idea to start talking to the girl, to let her eyes drift down to her lips, then back at her eyes shamelessly, causing the girl to stop her sentence and look away from Ellie, curls hiding the blush on her face as she looked down at the cup in her hands.  
Before Ellie knew what she was doing, she found herself scooting closer to the girl, fingers reaching out to brush the girl's hair away, stopping it from getting caught on the girls' lip gloss. Her lips were parted as she glanced back at Ellie and moved in to kiss her with a flushed face and hazy look in her eyes. 
Ellie should have stopped her but the blunt had taken its effect and everything had slowed down and all she wanted was to feel someone against her.  
So. What did she do when the girl pulled away from her to offer her a number? She took it, but made it clear that she wasn't after anything serious, while brushing the stray strands of the girl’s hairs from her eyes again. The girl nodded and pressed a kiss to the corner of Ellie's lips and cuddled into the crook of her neck.  
Ellie leaned back against the rest of the couch, looked to the ceiling, blowing a puff of smoke towards it, knowing this was how many of her relationships had started and this would most likely end the same way. 
Somewhere in the corner of her mind she wondered if she smoked enough, could she set off the fire alarm to stop the racing of her heart. She was already dreading the end of this and could feel this would end badly. 
Ellie wasn't sure when she realized that she wasn't built for relationships but whenever she finally managed to get under the label of being in a relationship, her entire soul and body was set on fire, and she wanted to get out of it as fast as possible.  
She just felt more comfortable outside of them, it was easier for everyone involved especially the girls she had in her bed. They always ended up getting hurt and that was her fault. She knew it deep down, that she should stop kissing pretty girls at parties and wrecking people's relationships but.  
But. 
But some part of her wouldn't have it any other way.  
She felt alive when she was kissing those pretty girls. She felt alive when she was fucking them into a mattress, watching the condensation drip down the window, and huffing into their shoulder like a wild animal. She loved being under them watching them beg for her to make them feel good, like no one else could. 
It was her deadly sin. Lust. And she just couldn't see her depraved self giving it up for anyone or anything.  
She felt the girl shift against her as she nuzzled deeper into her shoulder. She hoped it wouldn't hurt. But she'd be wrong. 
Ellie straightened her head, looking out to the sea of partygoers, watching them mill about the room, clinking their glasses together or kissing in corners trying not to get spotted by their friends.  
She also saw, two girls, holding hands, clearly flirting with each other and giving each other sultry glances and soft touches. Ellie's interest was piqued when she saw one of the girls, quickly glance over, probably feeling her staring, taking in the situation and grinning for a split second before knocking back the rest of her drink.  
Elli looked you over, loose jeans, tight fitting top, with a sliver of your bra peeking out, but you didn't seem to care. It was either a tactic (a successful one judging by how often the other girl was looking down at your chest) or you really didn't care at that point in the night.  
Ellie couldn't lie. You were pretty. She couldn't move her gaze away from you. Eyes grazing up and down your body. She was no better than an animal eyeing their prey. She wanted to sink her teeth into you.  
She watched as you tucked a sliver of hair behind the girl's ear and bringing up your glossy lips to whisper something into her ear, moving your hand that had been in her hair, under her chin, to which the other girl blushed at before nodding and setting her cup down on the counter.  
Suddenly as if she was emboldened, she climbed up the stairs and took the hand of the other girl, leading her to the bottom of the stairs to probably find a bedroom. 
Time had slowed down for a split second as Ellie, watched you leave with the other girl, not before meeting her eyes again and winking at her through dark smoky lashes and grinning, before you disappeared, deep into the halls of the frat house to get into the empty sheets of some frat bro's bed. 
What the fuck.  
She had winked at Ellie. While holding another girl's hand. Ellie felt her breath hitch when it happened. This also caused the girl under her to stir slightly but loop her hand around to steady herself.  
Ellie was fucked. There's no way a wink could make her that unstable.  
Right? 
Ellie remembered pulling away from the girl to lean down to meet her, kissing her, tasting the sweetness of her.  
She smiled, looking into the girls' eyes. Ellie also remembered the sobering walk back to her dorm, as she tucked herself in bed, she thought of you, wondering if you were still with that girl. She grinned before falling asleep in her bed. 
Maybe you would run into each other on campus? She hoped so.  
</3.  
The week had not been kind to Ellie. On top of stacks of assignments, she hadn't been able to sell with all the work she'd had to do. She had also found out that one of the professors had lost her paper so she would simply have to type it up again due to her laptop not backing it up. 
Of course she couldn't voice this to her professor, he was a dick with no remorse or balls she thought to herself. He'd been grinning when he had told her this.  
Fuck.  
She was fucking fuming and the people around her seemed to know it. Parting for her as she walked by with her brows furrowed and gripping the bag over her shoulder so tightly her knuckles turned bone white.  
Almost everyone.  
You had been coming out of the library stacks and had been looking down at your phone to pull up your schedule when you made hard contact with someone who had been making a beeline for the entrance to the libraries second doors.  
You let out a gasp as you stumbled back falling onto your ass.  
You were so glad it was night when most people had left, so not many people could witness your fall. The rest of the people there would be pulling all nighters and would be too busy typing on their laptops to hear the thump that followed your gasp for air.  
"Fuck-fuck I'm so sorry." A voice above you pulled you out of your daze as you glared up at the figure.  
You opened your mouth to give a short-tempered response before pausing for a moment, taking in the woman who had knocked you down.  
She was pretty, freckled and flush with embarrassment and fear from possibly hurting you. Full, pink and chapped lips parted, saying something you couldn't hear because you were busy admiring her. 
She was wearing a simple black oversized shirt, corduroy dark green trousers covering her long legs and convers.  
She had a toned, and tattooed arm stretched out in your direction, and you took it, letting her pull you up as you looked into her deep green eyes. It might as well have been a forest that you were peering into.  
"Are you okay?" Ellie asked, pulling you up with ease. You smoothed out your hair before nodding your head. 
"Yeah, I'm good." The girl looked back at Ellie. Ellie wasn't vain but she knew you had been staring for far too long to be classed as anything other than- 
Actually. 
What was that look the girl she had just bulldozed through was giving? 
Ellie looked down at the girl, who was all glossed lips, furrowed brows and flared nostrils.  
Anger? No, you would have strolled off by now, or pushed her back at the very least.  
"I think I know you from somewhere?" 
Recognition. That had been it. Ellie searched her memory. You could have been anyone. Ellie was fucked, in short. She wracked her brain for any memory of you, but nothing came up.  
Fuck around and find out I guess she thought to herself. 
You grinned at her, leaning into her space as you waited for an answer.  
"You don't remember, do you?" You said as you flittered your eyelashes up at her. She was slightly taller than you at 5'7. You shook your head in mock disappointment and pouted up at her.  
Ellie flushed at being caught out and rubbed her neck, feeling all the warmth flood to her face. She took a step back and looked down at the ground.  
"Shame too," You pouted at her, adjusting the bag slung over your shoulder, "You said I was the best you'd ever had, and that we had something special." 
Ellie had just about short circuited at this, her face heating up enough to match her auburn hair. "Look. I'm really sorry but- I really don't remember any of that shit I-" 
She cut herself off, looking up at the sound of your laughter. "I'm just fucking with you. I was at one of the frat parties you had been selling at last week. That ring any bells?" 
Ellies mind flashed back to seeing you, climbing up the stairs, girl in hand, and winking at her.  
"Shit. That was you who winked at me." 
"Guilty. Glad you remembered me so quickly, you been dreamin' about me or something?" You smiled at her, soft, syrupy sweet and easy, making something bloom in Ellie's chest. Something dark too. 
If Ellie was a forest that girls, stumbled into and got lost in, never to return after being snatched by her, you were the plants, the wildlife, the tree sap that could lull girls in with your sweetness and softness, convincing them to stay, fogging up their minds.  
The corners of Ellie's lips lifted as she looked down at you, giving you a smile that would give a fox shivers, "Sure, but you must've been thinkin’ about me too if you remembered me that quick?"  
You hummed, letting a small amount of colour seep into your cheeks as you look away, a little embarrassed judging by the way you tapped your foot on the soft carpet of the library floor.  
"Course I've been thinkin' 'bout you. It's not every day I see someone as pretty as you." You said looking back at her with a challenge in your eyes. The same one Ellie had given to countless girls before you and would probably give more after seeing you today.  
Ellie nodded, at this smiling and pushing her hands into her pockets, semi-unsure of what to say now. Sure, she had called girl's pretty before and they had said it back but, it was rare that someone matched her like this, in her energy and- 
"Is it alright if I ask you something?" You blinked up at her, eyes glossy and lip gloss shining in the pout you were giving her. "Feel like I can trust you, yeah?" You said taking a step toward her, leaving no room in between the two of you, your arm brushing up against hers. 
God, you smelled good, Ellie thought. 
"Shoot."  
"Can I get your number?" yesyesyesyes! "I was looking for a new dealer on campus cause my last one moved away so it was gonna be a little bit harder to get stuff from him." 
"Sure, here let me give you my number." Ellie said reaching into her pockets, pulling out her real phone (not the burner one she had specifically for this) and called out her number watching you type it in and send her a simple test text with a heart.  
"Sweet, thank you. I'll text you then?" 
Ellie nodded and watched you walk away, before you made it to the door you turned, wiggling your fingers, and winking at her again. 
What the fuck.  
She knew she had been watching and was just messing with her.  
The ball was also in her court now because Ellie had given her number but not taken hers.  
So, all she could do was wait for your text, but she certainly wouldn't sit idle while waiting for you to respond.  
That night Ellie had called over one of the many numbers in her phone, and a random girl had picked up. After some polite small talk, they had made it into Ellie's bed where she had stepped into her harness and strap and fucked the girl into the mattress making the girl sob and reach around her back to claw at the hands holding her hips. 
Ellie huffed, listening to the girl's, moaned and pleading for her to keep going! don't stop! But in the dim, deep blue midnight with the moon illuminating the room, all Ellie could think about was you. 
Plunging into you and breaking you. Making you beg for her to keep giving you the pain and pleasure she was inflicting on you with every stroke and bumping of your cheeks against her hips.  
Ellie groaned letting her head fall back as her cheeks flushed red, and her breath became unstable and felt her pupil's bloat.  
Ellie looked at the window, steamed and dripping with condensation and knew what she had been thinking on these past few days. 
She wanted you.  
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Ellie would never admit that she had been waiting for your text. She might say that she had been a bit antsy since giving you her number and had been checking her phone a bit too much, but she wasn't waiting for you specifically.  
No.  
That would be weird, considering she didn't even know you. Not enough to be thinking about you like this. Ellie tried to get on with her days as normal. Not thinking about you under those purple lights that first time she had seen you in or the sweet scent you had left in the air when you had walked by her.  
When her phone dinged, Ellie had given up on it being you, but she reached to check it anyways. Maybe you had found a better dealer or someone closer- 
</3: Hey, it's the girl you shoved in the library. Any chance I could get some pre-rolls?  
Ellie: Not if you're gonna hold that over me forever  
</3: I am as a matter of fact.  
</3: think it's the least you can do after tackling me like that in broad daylight 
Ellie could see the bait you were dangling in her face. She ran her palm across her jaw and lips in thought before responding. 
Ellie: First of all, how'd we go from a shove to a tackle?  
Ellie: Second, would it have been better if I had done it somewhere darker? You’re a lil weird for that. 
Ellie: Third, I'll roll you some stuff now? Need anything specific or? 
</3: Anything just need something to take the stress out of my brain rn.  
Ellie huffed down at her phone. You hadn't taken her bait. She thought about if it was possible to delete the message till her phone dinged again.  
</3: Also I'm just telling it how I remember and shush. Can i pick up now? 
Ellie: Yeah, come thru.  
That went well, Ellie supposed. 
Ellie set down her phone after texting you her dorm room number, pulling out a blue metallic grinder, placing some buds in it before twisting it to grind and tear the leaves. She was grinning before turning to look at her room. Thank god she kept it pretty clean otherwise she would have been busting her ass to clean. Finally, she looked down to herself in an oversized hoodie, and dark sweatpants.  
Good enough she hummed before placing the leaves in some random rolling paper papers and rolling.  
She did this till she heard a knock at the door.  
She pulled it open, leaning against the doorframe and grinned at you.  
You had your arms folded as you had waited for Ellie to open the door, carrying a pink little wallet and your phone, with google maps open.  
"You a cop or something? What are you doing here?" 
You smiled back at her, smelling the weed in the room.  
"Yeah, I'm here to arrest you. Though I think you'd do pretty well in prison." 
Ellie guffawed as you pushed past her playfully with no real force and sitting on her bed.  
"You' got a real attitude you know that? Make yourself at home why don't you?" Ellie said, closing the door, sitting back down at her desk, turning her back to you as she kept rolling for you.  
You hummed, laughing slightly. "I don't usually, promise. I can be nice, I'm just a little stressed out at the moment. Ran out of weed like a week ago and I legit did not have any time to pick up till right now." 
Ellie nodded, listening to you. But she couldn't focus wholly on the task she had at hand with you sitting on her bed, clad in a jumper, leggings and comfy boots. Leggings that didn't leave much to the imagination.  
Well.  
Ellie turned fully back around, making sure to take a deep breath while doing so.  
"Besides. I just got out of hospital. You should consider joining the football team. They could use a tackle like yours you know?'' 
Ellie rolled her eyes, tightening the end of the last blunt before, tossing the bag in your direction.  
You squeaked as the bag came hurtling towards you, fumbling the bag a few times as if it was a hot potato before it settled into your hands, and you let out a sigh of relief at not dropping it.  
Ellie considered what you said before speaking to you, offering you a proposition. "If I make it up to you, would you stop bringin' that shit up?" 
You pouted your glossed lips at her. Fuck you were cute, Ellie thought to herself. She wanted to keep you in her bed forev- 
"What are you thinking of?" 
"I give you that bag of pre-rolls at a pretty fair discount. Can't give you the whole thing for free yet you know? Girls gotta eat after all" 
Complete lie. Ellie could give you the bag for free, but she wanted something of yours to hold onto. Cash that you had handled seemed pretty good to her.  
You laughed at this, before nodding as you handed over the small amount of cash she was charging you.  
"And," Ellie continued before rummaging through the box where she kept her own personal stash of pre-rolls.  
"I let you take a couple hits off of this." Elle said, pulling out something you had never seen before. It seemed like it was a normal blunt of course but wrapped in a golden metallic rolling paper.  
"Meet Goldie. She's willing to make amends if you are, pretty girl. Goldie meet pretty girl. Think y’all are gonna get along just great." Ellie said leaning against her desk, one hand in the pocket of her sweatpants, the other wafting the blunt in front of you, smiling at the way your eyes were following the golden papers, before settling on the girl and nodding.  
"Dunno if I should be smoking with my dealer, aren't you gonna traffic me or something? Make me smuggle cocaine onto campus?"  
Ellie placed the blunt between her lips, clicking her lighter, inhaling then exhaling, before coughing slightly and passing it to you. 
"Nah, I don't sell that shit. Too much trouble. Might make you get my weed onto campus though. You got any suitcases? Ah, it's okay I'll give you one of mine."  
Ellie watched the way your jaw dropped, holding the blunt but not inhaling.  
Ellie sat down, desk chair facing you, laughing at the "look on your face. Relax, I'm hurt you'd think that of me." She said feigning hurt, placing a hand over her heart and groaning.  
Ellie looked up fast enough to see you swat her shoulder before taking a hit of the blunt.  
Ellie giggled to herself before tuning back in to listen to what you were saying. "You dick, you really had me going there for a sec." 
"Yeah, yeah stop hogging and pass it back already." You took a second hit before passing it to Ellie, who took a deep inhale, making the end light up for a good few seconds, before exhaling through both her nose and mouth. 
You feigned a cough, swing your hand in the air, "sorry the second-hand smoke is killing me. Jesus your lungs must be fucked if your taking rips that big." 
Ellie rolled her eyes hitting it again before passing it again.  
"Careful with that. Take a couple more but then that's it. That shit is pretty strong." You took a hit before rolling your own eyes.  
"Yeah alright. What's it supposed to do anyways?" 
"Dude I got this off said, he was super high for like half the day, went to all his classes but didn't actually speak a word cause he was only responding in his head, not actually talkin' to people. But he was pretty happy the entire day. Said his Subway had never tasted better." 
"Christ." You took your last hit before handing it back to Ellie who took hers before stubbing it out.  
Ellie looked you over, sat on her bed, who was actually-  
Looking right back at her. But at that point she hadn't really given a fuck that she had been caught and kept looking at you.  
"Like what you see?" You said, looking back at her she was manspreading in her chair in her sweatpants. You couldn't help the swallow that was audibly heard in the small room. 
"Yeah." Ellie said clasping her hands together as she leaned forward to stare more.  
You hummed, leaning back, crossing your legs, and leaning back on your palms, letting the woman in front of you rake her eyes over you.  
Saying you could cut the tension with a knife was an understatement as you let Ellie's reddening rake her eyes over you before she spoke to placate you, like you were a wild animal who needed to see palms in surrender before letting anyone deign to approach you. 
Ellie scratched behind her ear, before smiling and saying "Easy. I'm not gonna start shit on this strain. Shits hitting already and you haven't had it before." 
You huffed before leaning back more, looking at the ceiling wondering if you felt high.  
You huffed out a laugh before looking down at Ellie. "Girl, who sold you this. I don't feel a fucking thing." 
She grinned at you, teeth showing making a shiver run down your spine. 
"Famous last words." 
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Half an hour later, you were sinking into Ellie's bed, while Ellie was melting into her carpet on the ground both of you laughing at nothing. 
To say you were both a mess would be accurate.  
You groaned out a soft "Fuck." before shifting so that your cheek was near the edge of the bed.  
Ellie in turn had also turned her body so that she was facing you and the bed below you, but had also moved back further so that she wasn't as close to you. 
You frowned reaching out to her, 
"Where are you goin'? Why are you going back that way?" Your fingertips were near her now. You could almost touch the auburn locks, cut short into a mullet that suited her far too well. 
Ellie turned from facing you to lying on her back, slinging and arm across her eyes, tattoos peeking out of the dark cuff of her sleeve.  
"I've gotten high too many times and seen too many people throw up while greening out. I'm not really interested in getting puked on right now if that's okay with you"  
You huffed at that, sucking air into your cheeks before smacking her exposed arm.  
" 'm not gonna throw up Ellie." 
"Lucky for me. I really like this carpet too." 
You looked at the mossy green rug she had put on the ground, probably when she had first moved in. You wondered when she had started selling but thought that might be rude to ask.  
Instead, you leaned over more, reaching out to trace over her arm, before running down and clasping the hand she didn't have draped over her face. 
She hummed, "Having fun there?"  
You mumbled an affirmative, before squeezing her hand. You weren't an idiot. While you enjoyed flirting and fucking girls, you weren't sure if you should continue what you had started.  
Ellie was a whole different ballpark. Or rather, she was on the exact same field you were on which is why you were nervous to start anything with her. You both weren't ready for commitment. You couldn't speak for Ellie but, something about it made you nervous.  
The feeling of being trapped, unable to escape without the judgement of others, your own partner and the fear that you would mess it up somehow were all too loud for you.  
So, you did what was safe. Getting as close as you could and breaking it off before anything bad could happen, leaving a wake of running mascara and heartbreak in your trail.  
You had heard about Ellie, even before you winked at her at that party. Of course, like everyone else on campus you thought she was pretty, but you always wondered what was under the exterior you could see was so clearly mirroring yours. 
You felt her grasp your hand back, interlocking your fingers, breaking your train of thought.  
"You sure about this?" She said while running her thumb across your knuckles.  
You took a beat before responding. 
"Not today, but soon."  
She nodded, humming and accepting your answer.  
She leaned up to brush her lips against your knuckles.  
That had been the start of it.  
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That was the start of the cycle of you and Ellie hanging, not having sex yet but still hanging out and getting to know each other. Of course, you were both seeing others on the side, but you had slowed down, not seeing as many girls, but both of you still kissing girls at parties, sometimes right in front of the other before slouching back onto whatever couch you had both claimed as yours for the night and continuing the conversation as normal. 
You kept hanging out and smoking, doing assignments together and ordering food in for the night or you cooking for her while she rolled for the both of you. You often sent her off with the leftovers for her to keep. She in turn slowly stopped charging you for weed, saying you had already paid her. 
You also more recently started meeting up between classes, during the weekends and texting each other non-stop, sometimes staying up far too ate into the night, saying goodnight just as the sun was rising and then waking the next few hours to go to classes or occasionally selling in Ellie's case.  
Nothing had happened yet, but you could both feel it was leading up to something. Like electricity that was building up in the air. The calm before the storm. Sometimes you felt Ellie's gaze lingering on you for too long when you were turned around, looking at you like you were something to be devoured.  
You thought back to when you could feel her eyes grazing up your body during a trip to the campus bookstore, but when you had turned around to meet her eyes she looked away, instead picking up a book turning the pages with an unnatural interest rather than admit to getting caught. 
This had been the dynamic between you for the past month.  
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You had been over that afternoon working on an assignment at Ellie, you lying on her carpet, brows furrowed as your eyes bore into your textbook, begging your brain to absorb some of the material that you had looked at but nothing. You groaned out, before shoving your nose into the textbook, lying flat into the carpet in frustration.  
Ellie who had been typing away in her laptop, hood pulled over her head and glasses on her nose bridge turned around to laugh. 
"Do I need to give you and the book a minute? I can chill in Dina's dorm if you need me to?" 
"Shut up," you huffed out pushing your hair back to peek through your locks at the girl. "This is going to shit, none of this makes sense at all. Why the fuck did I pick this elective anyways?" 
"Yeah, I heard a ton of shit about it, think Dina picked it last year and swapped out." 
"And you didn't think to warn me because...?" 
"Tried to that one time we got high, but you completely forgot about it the next day." 
You groaned placing your face back into your textbook. You stayed there for a moment, listening to Ellie shuffle around the room, assuming she was looking for a book.  
You frowned feeling her slot something in between your exposed fingers. You looked up seeing a blunt, but it was different. It was the same metallic kind of foil that her usual gold blunts had but was in purple.  
You looked up at the girl who had a smirk on her lips, leaning down from her desk chair to look at you. 
"Thought you were out for the week?" 
She had turned down a dude who had come knocking on her door a half hour ago, explaing that she was sold out and waiting for more stuff to come in.  
"Not out of my personal stash, obviously. C'mon keep up you're meant to be the smart one between us." 
"I'm not the one getting a degree in astrophysics, am I?"  
"Exactly, I was dumb enough to pick this rough ass degree, so spark her already, my brains melting and so is yours. We could use this. I'm done for the day anyways." Ellie said, shutting her laptop and stretching. "Will you sit up already too? You look like that girl from the ring and it's freaking me out." 
You laughed at that and sat up crawling up to sit on her bed, making your way to the headboard as she sat on the opposite end holding out a disposable lighter for you to take. 
You looked at her, in her usual uniform of a dark tracksuit. She had been wearing them more often with her finals coming up. She looked pretty like this you thought, especially with her glasses. You loved them, they brought out her eyes even more, but you'd never tell her that, not wanting to feed her massive ego. 
Instead, you took the lighter from her outstretched and tattooed hand, bringing it up to the joint you had placed between your lips. You took a pretty big pull, inhaling, feeling the smoke go down your throat, before exhaling out of your nose and lips. 
You felt like you needed this, maybe it would take your eyes and mind off of your thoughts about Ellie, which was impossible because she was right in front of you, fuelling the desire in your gut that had been building up for weeks.  
You instead held out the joint to her, who paused, looking at you for a moment before taking it and doing the same. Maybe the fog was taking over your brain but. God, she looked good smoking watching her exhale her pull from only her nose, then going in for a second.  
You needed something to ground you. You pulled out your own laptop from your bag.  
"Wanna watch a movie?" 
"Sure, put on anything." 
You stopped your movements, looking at Ellie.  
"Anything?" You confirmed. 
"Anything aside from- 
"Fucking Scott Pilgrim." You both groaned out minutes later. It was a film you and Ellie loved and hated due to Scott's actions during the film. 
You listened to Ellie laugh at you watching the film. Your focus had been in other places though. Her lips. Nose. Freckles.  
Everywhere your eyes could rake in.  
When you brought your eyes back to hers, you saw that she was looking back into yours.  
"The fuck did you put in this joint?" You asked, watching as she looked down at your lips, while licking her own.  
Oh.  
"Got it from the same guy I buy Goldie from. Said it was a similar strain, but he told me it makes some people horny. Depends on the person and how much you smoke." 
You thought back to the two joints you and Ellie had smoked together. 
"Fuck." 
"Yeah." She agreed.  
She had moved up earlier to sit beside you, so you were both close to each other, her shoulder brushing yours as you had leaned on it earlier.  
She was still looking down at your lips.  
You moved your hand to stroke her cheek, but she caught your wrist stopping the movement in its tracks.  
"You sure?" She asked, looking you in the eyes this time. "Don't wanna fuck up what we have right now. I like our friendship. And your cooking."  
You smiled at this. You didn't want to fuck it up either but, you really did you want her.  
You nodded, "Just don't kiss me then, no feelings that way even if we stop this."  
She thought for a moment before nodding and pressing her forehead against yours, right before she moved away, carefully putting your laptop on the ground.  
You took her face in your hands, looking deep into her eyes, freckles and lips, wondering what you had gotten yourself into. But you didn't care. You had her right where you wanted her and that was all that mattered. 
Ellie took your hands in hers, kissing them before breaking away from you and moving down the bed. You frowned at this until she grabbed your legs, tugging them down so you were lying on her bed as she crawled up your body placing her legs on either side of her hips, and she put her forehead against yours again.  
"You wanna stop me, you tell me or push me off yeah?" She murmured. You gasped out a wet and broken "Yes." You said back in a tone as quiet as hers.  
She looked at you before accepting your answer and kissing your cheek. Her hands were everywhere, roaming your body, up and down as she explored you, a thing she was praying she'd be able to do one day while in the other girls she had been calling.  
You ran yours up and down her arms, grazing her neck before settling them in her hair, pulling her hood back. Her lips went everywhere they could, almost making up for the fact that they wouldn't meet yours.  
You were losing your mind under her. Gasping at every ridge, curve and scar she kissed. She trailed her lips to your collarbones, placing soft kisses on there, suckling the skin gently, before moving to the skin, just above the black tank top you had worn that day, under your jumper which you had taken off to smoke.  
You felt her teeth dig into your slightly as she sucked a mark onto you, a pink bruise blooming with two red indents. She moved back to kiss under your ear before placing her hands on your hips, squeezing the soft flesh there and playing with the hem of your shirt.  
You jumped slightly at the feeling of her cold hands on your hot middle, but she shushed you, warming her hands against you before continuing.  
You felt her place her head on your chest, leaning on you and in turn you put your hands back into her hair again, scratching. An act so vulnerable and intimate that didn't belong to the words you had murmured minutes ago.  
"Have an idea." Ellie spoke, after laying on you for a few minutes. She sat up, kneeling between your legs, still toying with your shirt. She ran her fingers down your middle, tracing a line from the centre of your chest, down between your tits, to your tummy.  
"Yeah?" You said looking at her, hair dishevelled, glasses still on but slipping down her nose bridge.  
You moved your hand to toy with the drawstrings of her hoodies, before moving them to rest on her hips.  
"Don't sound so surprised pretty girl. I'm full of them." 
You hummed at this, taking her hand and moving them down your body, resting them above your tits, squeezing your hands over hers, making her squeeze and grope your tits.  
She huffed, closing her eyes, exhaling through her nose, almost as if in thought about what she was going to do with you.  
"I've got something to ask you though. Need you to think this through yeah?" 
" 'Course. What is it els?" You said sweetly, as if you weren't tormenting the woman above you, blinking innocently. 
She opened her eyes, looking down at you, gently reaching down and grasping a lock of hair and pinching it between her pointer finger and thumb, nonchalantly, taking her time with you. 
"Do you think I need to get a towel?" 
Oh.  
Your eyes widened at this, not expecting her to ask you that at all.  
"Uh..." You trailed off, turning your head to the side feeling a blush creep onto your cheeks from your neck. Ellie followed you though, grasping your chin and turning you to face her. 
You took her in, still waiting for your answer. So you decided to give her one.  
"Depends."  
"Depends on what?"  
You took a beat, to watch her eyebrows furrow and her lips part in curiosity. You wondered if it was wise to challenge her for the first time.  
"Depends on if you know what you're doing." 
She looked back at you for a few seconds, searching your face and seeing that you were telling the truth.  
She wordlessly got off of you before opening the door to go into her bathroom. You sat up slightly, leaning on your elbows to see what she was doing. She came back into the room, holding a soft pink towel, with a look in her eyes that had confirmed your suspicions.  
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You felt Ellie pull you back in, letting your back fall against her chest, feeling her tits against your shoulder blades. She pressed a kiss against your shoulder in false sympathy, knowing she was the one causing your distress.  
"Where are you goin'? Hm? Gotta show you I know what I'm doing." She purred in your ear, trailing her lips down and sucking a hickey onto your neck, slow and sweet, savouring the taste of the sweaty and soft flesh she found there.  
She caged you in by slinging an arm against your waist, feeling it shake as you took in your unsteady breaths and sobs. 
Her hand had been in your panties rubbing and moving, pulling out squelching wet sounds, which echoed around the room, with the windows fogged up and dripping condensation onto the ledge.  
She had been at this for the past half hour, rubbing her slicked fingers against your soaked pussy. She'd occasionally slip them in, feeling you pulse and twitch around your fingers as you'd let your head fall against her shoulder and moan out "yes! please right there fuck!" 
As soon as she would feel you get wetter or close she'd pull out or slow down, to let you grind against the palm of her hand and try to chase your high, which she wouldn't let you reach, instead going back to palming your now exposed tits after she had pulled down your tank to rest of your midriff. 
You turned your head to kiss her neck, begging her to let you cum. 
"Dunno if I should pretty girl, not sure I wanna let this go just yet. Aren't you gonna let me have my fun?" She said pressing her palm into you causing you to throb and spread your legs to let her press into you more and whine out. You grinded against her as she used her other hand to push your underwear aside.  
"God, you look so good. Think we should make a little movie hm? Just so you don't go doubting me again." 
You twitched at the idea, being immortalised on camera like this for her and you forever.  
"Yeah? You want to?"  
"Want to. Also want you to let me cum if that's an option." 
She laughed at that, kissing the top of your head.  
She grabbed her phone from her desk and opened snapchat and held her thumb down before setting the phone against a lump of blankets that had formed from all the movement.  
She rubbed your folds again faster than before, now focused on letting you cum, since you had more than earned it after holding out for so long. 
You bit your lip, arching your back, bucking into the heat and wetness of her hand while grinding your hips.  
"That's it pretty girl, just like that, fuck." Ellie encouraged you while looking at the camera seeing how wet you were getting.  
She pushed her fingers into you, but it was different this time. No longer tormenting you but focused on making you cum completely as she thrusted them in and out of you.  
You groaned out a warning, eyes closed and pushed against her, rolling your hips back.  
"Gonna cum oh f-uck, like that, right there!" You sobbed as you pushed her hand away to let out a stream of clear liquid that gushed out from you.  
Ellie laughed in awe, before taking your hand away and rubbing your folds again causing more to come out, making your eyes roll into the back of your head.  
You mewled letting your toes curl, as you buried your face into her neck, riding out the last of your orgasm.  
She kissed your cheeks, kissing off the tears that had dropped from your eyes from the pleasure as you caught your breath.  
Once you did, you looked up at her, as she turned her head to peer at you too, glossy eyes and wet lips.  
"Hm? You alright?" She asked you, pushing your hair from your face.  
You didn't answer, reaching to end the video still recording before tossing the phone on the bed again and clambering into her lap. Ellie happily obliged you, wrapping her arms around your waist as you held her neck. She played with the band of your underwear, tugging it over your hip as you nuzzled her cheek.  
You leant into her ear, and she would have missed it had she not stopped rubbing your back. "Wanna taste you Els, can I please? You said kissing her cheeks.  
She let go of the strap of your underwear nodding into you, pushing her chin into your shoulder, shy suddenly at the thought of what you were asking. 
"Yeah. You do what you want pretty girl. 
She had taken off her hoodie and sweatpants leaving her in a black wifebeater and her boxers. She leaned back on arm tucked under her head, the other holding yours. 
Ellie didn't stop you as you pulled off her boxers, tugging them off her ankles. She felt exposed as you took her in, eyeing her glistening folds, semi hidden by auburn curls on her pubic mound. 
She turned her head, blinking wet red eyes at the ceiling, feeling her stomach twist into knots, partly in anticipations and something else she couldn't place. She also felt herself forgetting how to breathe as her chest tightened and felt her body sink into the mattress.  
"Hey."  
Your voice pulled her out of her daze. Ellie moved, shifting her weight onto her elbows to peer down at you.  
You took Ellie's hand in yours, bringing it to your lips.  
"Hey." Ellie rasped back, her voice gone. 
"Do you feel that?" You asked, placing your lips on her freckled skin again. Ellie nodded, using her free hand to brush your dishevelled hair out of your face.  
"Focus on me and that, yeah? I'll make you feel good I promise." 
" 'Know you will, pretty girl. Keep going." Ellie huffed, leaning back into the pillows again as she gave you the green light to keep going. 
She didn't stop you when you suckled onto her soaked clit like she was the best thing that you had ever tasted.  
She didn't stop you either when you nuzzled into her thighs and made her clench around nothing. She stroked your cheeks, whispered how good you were doing and rolled her hips towards your face. 
She looked out to the celling feeling her chest rise and fall as your tongue flattened letting her ride the muscle. 
When she came, all Ellie heard was white noise and felt her mouth fall open letting out groans and rasps, as you kissed her folds, drinking her in. Her breath had left her body as she arched into your mouth, while holding your head between her shivering thighs.  
When Ellie felt you crawl up your body in the now dark room, all she could do was let you lay on her chest happily and hope you didn't hear how hard her heart was beating. But you did.  
She had never let another girl sleep over, and you knew this, but you still felt her pull up the covers to both of your bodies, kiss your forehead and whisper "Goodnight" to you.  
Her heart fluttered hearing you whisper it back in the dark. 
Ellie laid awake for the first ten minutes, simply watching you sleep in the moonlight. She had an answer to a question she had been asking herself this past week. 
She didn’t know what it was, but all she knew was that her heart was beating faster around you. 
Sometimes it felt like she couldn’t breathe. You stirred in the dark, moving closer to her, and Ellie’s body responded instantly by moving closer too. 
She ran a finger across your cheek, soothing you and watching the frown slip from your features.  
Now what? 
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⋆ 𝓡𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓗𝓾𝓷𝓽: 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓛𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 ⋆
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⋆ The sun was rising as you awoke from your slumber, stretching and yawning as you sat up in bed. You rubbed one eye, using your free hand to reach for your phone on the nightstand. It was a few minutes before your alarm was set to go off, sighing as you threw your phone to the side. You were hoping to sleep a little while longer, finally getting out of bed once your alarm rang. You went to the bathroom first, taking a shower and doing your hair before getting dressed for the day.
⋆ Once you were all set, you grabbed your bag and made your way out the door, pausing when you went to lock it. There, carefully taped under the peephole, was an envelope. It was white with gold accents, your name written on the front in calligraphy. You couldn't help but admire how beautiful it was, taking it off the door and inspecting it. You turned it over in your hand, noticing the wax seal holding it closed. It stood out on the envelope, a deep purple color swirled with gold.
⋆ You were careful as you opened it, not wanting to ruin or tear what's inside. You found paper that matched the envelope, unfolding it to discover someone had written you a letter. The letter had a pleasant scent to it, smelling of eucalyptus and geraniums. Your eyes widened in surprise as you read it, realizing what it was as your heart began to race.
⋆ A love letter. Someone had written you a love letter. The thought that it might have been a joke or cruel prank crosses your mind for a moment, doubt settling in. You dismiss the idea after thinking it over, taking into consideration how much time and effort was put into it. The letter was written with care, with the person complimenting and describing the qualities they love about you in a genuine way. Their words were like poetry, romantic and sincere. It's clear they spent a long time writing it, their handwriting neat and unhurried. You couldn't help as your face grew warm, reading the letter over once more.
⋆ You carefully put the letter back in it's envelope, tucking it in your bag when you realized how late it was. Though the letter wasn't signed, the person's feelings were clear, leaving you feeling giddy and more energized for the day. When you got home that night, you put the letter in the drawer of your nightstand, wanting to keep it close. You laid in bed with a smile on your face, imagining what the person who wrote the letter was like. You couldn't help but wonder who it was, falling asleep thinking about it.
⋆ You find another letter a few days later, slid under your door while you were away. Then another in your mailbox, a few days after that. As the letters kept coming you got used to them, looking forward to when you would find a new one. Each one made your heart race, making you feel loved and cherished. Sometimes there would even be a small gift with the letter, like a single flower or a bag of candy. It was always something you liked, and the consideration brought a smile to your face.
⋆ Your admirer always seemed to know whenever you were feeling upset or insecure, making sure to leave you a letter on those days. They would talk about what had upset you, or your insecurities, soothing you with their words. They would lament being unable to comfort you in person, hoping that their letter would suffice. You had never felt so loved, feeling like you could cry as they reassured you, telling you how great you are. How you were so kind, so fun, so lovely to be around. How they were thankful to have met you, describing in detail how they fell for you, and ending their letter saying how you deserved to be happy and loved. You couldn't help but think that your admirer deserves the same, longing to thank them.
⋆ It's been almost two weeks now since you last heard from your admirer, finding yourself checking every morning and night for a new letter. You can't help the disappointment you feel each time there isn't one, having gotten used to their letters. They were something you looked forward to, never failing to brighten your day. It made you wonder if your admirer was alright, if maybe they moved on. You shook your head, heart aching at the thought. You didn't wanna think about that, silently hoping to hear from them soon.
⋆ You were talking with Rook when someone approached you, holding a letter in their hand. You had never spoken to them before, but your heart raced seeing the familiar envelope they held, thinking that you've finally met your admirer. You tried not to look disappointed as they handed it to you, saying someone asked them to give it to you. You thank them as they walked off, focusing your attention on the letter. You couldn't help the smile that broke out on your face, happy to hear from them after so long. With your attention focused elsewhere you didn't notice Rook standing beside you, a knowing look on his face.
⋆ As much as he wanted to tell you it was him, he didn't want to ruin the fun, enjoying seeing how happy his letters have made you. He plans to confess soon, but for now, this is enough ♡
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This is part one in my Rook x Reader series, Love and Devotion!
𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾! ♡
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Plum Croissants With a Side of Sunshine
Private Chef!f!Reader x Avenger!Bucky
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Word Count: 1.2k
Summary: Bucky isn't used to people caring for him, much less being persistent with it because they think he deserves it. It all comes to a halt when Tony decided to hire a private chef who also has everyone's best interest in mind.
Warnings: slight angst, Bucky's kind of an asshole, fluff
18+ MDNI
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Bucky's usual afternoon routine was work out, go for a run, and then go to the kitchen to heat up some leftovers as dinner. Simple, easy, and he was left alone. He liked the familiar routine, the limited interaction. And he was perfectly fine with it staying that way.
What he wasn't perfectly fine with was walking into the kitchen one afternoon to find it packed with agents and his fellow team members, the vast dining table filled with fresh food. He took one look and turned the other way, deciding to eat later when Steve saw him.
"Hey Buck, you gotta try some of these dishes, they're almost heavenly" Steve yelled over thx chatter, waving him over as Bucky sighed wearily, turning around to almost smack into you.
"Ah, sorry" you said sheepishly, the platter of food wobbling in your hand slightly before you steadied it. Setting it on the counter, you turned back to Bucky to take in his full appearance. Shorter hair, piercing blue eyes, light stubble around his jaw. Tall. You offered a small smile up at him.
"I'm Y/N, Tony hired me a couple days ago but I haven't seen you around. You must be Bucky, right?" you said, excited to finally meet the super soldier that the team had been telling you about.
"Yeah, it's Bucky" he responded flatly before walking to the table to get some food, cutting off any further conversation.
You frowned to yourself but decided to not take it personally. Natasha had told you he was closed off especially after the whole deal with the Accords. Not that you could blame him, he had been through enough in one lifetime. You went to go wash the dishes, wondering how you could get the surly soldier to open up to you.
A few days passed with no sight of Bucky but you weren't surprised. It was late one evening when on a whim, you decided to bake. Taking out the ingredients you needed, you hummed some song that was playing on the radio earlier, feeling yourself slip into your comfort zone again.
Bucky was up, as he always was during these late nights. Sleep seemed impossible at times, flashes of blood and chaos invading his mind every time he closed his eyes. Scrubbing a weary hand down his face, he got up and pulled on a pair of sweatpants to get some water.
As he padded to the kitchen, he paused at the sight of you dancing to your own tune in the kitchen, cleaning a couple dishes. The faint scent of a pastry layered with something sweeter enticed him but he shook himself out of the trace.
"Can't sleep?" he asked, voice rough with disuse as he slipped past you to get a glass.
"Oh! Bucky, hi. Uh, something like that. Just had the urge to make something and since I am getting paid to cook, might as well make the most of it" you said softly, stretching as you made your way to the oven.
His eyes followed your movements as you pulled out a steaming rack of croissants, the flaky pasty littered with strays of purple streaks.
"Plum croissants" you explained after seeing his furrowed brow. "Wanna try one? Steve told me you liked plums"
"No" he said flatly but his eyes kept straying back to the dessert. Frustrated, he left the kitchen with his glass of water, leaving you wondering if you had messed up.
However, in the next 2 days, the croissants were gone. Of course, the team could've eaten them but whenever you asked around, they said that they never knew they existed.
You were finishing up the last of the dinner dishes when you heard quiet footsteps behind you, freezing when you turned around.
Raising an eyebrow, you fought back a smile at the sight of Bucky holding the croissant jar against his chest, the container clearly empty.
"You liked my croissants" you stated as he scowled, putting the jar on the counter.
"They were okay" he muttered, glancing away as you held back a giggle, taking the jar to wash it.
"You uh... you like baking?" he asked awkwardly, grabbing a napkin to clean the grooves in his metal arm.
"Yeah... I think it's a little more calming than cooking" you replied after a moment, turning back around to lean against the counter, watching him.
"What." he snapped slightly, avoiding eye contact like a guilty child.
"I can't believe you actually liked the plum croissants" you laughed softly, a bright smile blooming across your face. Bucky didn't trust himself to look at you, at the sunshine you radiated.
Coming around the counter, you slid onto the stool next to him, observing his expression for a moment. Troubled.
"You don't like it when people take care of you?" you asked, genuinely curious.
"Stop prying" he frowned, glancing quickly at you before meticulously focusing on one area of his arm.
"I'll take that as a yes" you hummed, yawning and stretching your arms above your head. "You know it's not a bad thing, people are just looking out for you"
He stayed silent, staring at his arm.
"Bucky?"
"I don't need your pity"
There was a strain in his voice, barely, but it was there.
"Bucky-"
"You're just a fucking chef, what would you know" came his biting reply.
"O-oh. Sorry, I didn't... um, it's late so I'm gonna go to bed" you whispered, the words cutting deeper than you'd like to admit. Sure, you were a chef but you also knew people. Knew how to connect with them.
Bucky watched as you hurried off, wondering why his words felt so wrong after he said it. He could almost feel the dimness of your light, like he sucked it out of you.
It was easy to say he hated himself for it.
It was a week later when you found a brown paper bag placed outside your door. You were oblivious to the pair of eyes watching you, wanting you to open it.
You reached out to get it, a familiar faint sweet smell reaching your nose. Opening it, you saw a somewhat attempted plum croissant and bit the inside of your cheek to stop a laugh.
You glanced around the hall before you spotted him lingering in a corner, watching your reaction. You stood there quietly, waiting for him to say something.
"I'm.... sorry... for lashing out" he finally said, shoulders slumping in defeat as he walked over to where you stood. "I'm not used to people being so insistent on caring about me or going out of their way to make... croissants"
"Thank you for the apology. And the croissant" you said, looking back down at the sad croissant before putting the bag down and wrapping your arms around him.
He paused for a moment, not used to the physical affection before wrapping his arms around you, resting his chin on the top of your head. After a moment, he tilted his head down so that he could nuzzle his nose in your hair.
"Can you make some more croissants though?" came his muffled voice.
"Bucky!" you laughed, slapping his shoulder as he continued hugging you while walking you backwards to the kitchen.
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hobbylobbyy · 2 days
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Can i ask for a lucifer x fem!sucubbus!Reader 🗿?
Where the story takes place in the ring of lust since Lucifer is going to visit her secretly hehe
I don't know if you write smut but it would be nice if it could be smut 🥲❤️
A/N: So I’m not the best at smut, but I definitely want to try! Please do tell me if I’m not very good at smut, I’ll try not to embarrass myself later 🥲
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His Secret Succubus
Summary: Lucifer is taking baby steps to get over Lilith and by some miracle, he ended up stepping into a girl’s bedroom. Little did he know, that would lead him down a rabbit hole.
Lucifer Morningstar x Fem!Succubus!Reader
INCLUDES: Nervous Lucifer, Sex, Sub!Lucifer, Dom!Reader, riding, P in V, protected sex
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It was a slow Tuesday for Ozzie’s, as was any other Tuesday.
The only people coming along seemed more interested in their dates than you and the other strippers doing some synchronized dance while Asmodeus sang.
Imagine your surprise when you saw Lucifer, the head honcho, entering the building, without a date as well.
It’d been your break when he entered the back rooms, immediately being scooped up by Asmodeus into a tight hug.
“So it is you, Lucifer!” Asmodeus laughed, “I knew I saw you walk in earlier! You gotta text me next time, I didn’t have a table ready!”
“Ah- Uh-“ Lucifer looked as if he was being squeezed to death, chuckling awkwardly, “I-It’s fine- People ran out the building when they saw me anyway-!”
It was almost funny how awkward Lucifer seemed. He had to tilt his neck at an uncomfortable looking angle just to look at Asmodeus, which you almost made the mistake of laughing at.
“So, what brings you to my club, hm?” Asmodeus hummed, his attention solely on Lucifer and not on the 12 strippers on their breaks in the same room, “Looking for a fun time after all these years?”
Lucifer looked at the ground, embarrassed, “Oh- N-No! No no no, none of that-!” He then glanced up at you and the others, “N-No offense, of course!”
You shrugged it off, but the other girls immediately sat up and sent him suggestive smiles.
Asmodeus shut that down real quick.
“Didn’t you hear him? He said that’s not what he wants” He crossed his arms, “Your breaks are almost over anyways, hurry up and get ready”
Everyone groaned before getting up and heading to their respective changing rooms. Then you heard Asmodeus calling your name.
You turned around, already halfway into your room.
“Yes, Asmodeus?” You asked.
“You’re okay to take a longer break, I’ll send another girl out” Asmodeus smiled, “Something tells me you’re gonna have a busy night, hon”
You nodded, glancing at Lucifer whose red cheeks seemed to glow somewhat.
Meh, it was probably nothing.
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You sat in the private room of the strip club, having been told that an anonymous client wanted to see you there.
It was nice for Hell, the room matched the vibe of the rest of the club while also feeling homey enough to be comfortable.
You turned your attention back to the door, waiting for whatever perverted fuck might walk through the door.
Your unimpressed gaze slowly turns into one of slight shock as you see the same king that you saw in the green room, the same king that assured Asmodeus he wasn’t here for sex of any kind.
“Oh, uh-!” Lucifer stammers, his eyes darting across the room, “I didn’t expect you to already.. Be in here..”
“Uh…” You respond, “Yeah, well, I kinda have to be in here whenever someone requests me”
The short king nodded and laughed nervously, “O-Of course you do! Uhm..”
You raised an eyebrow, “Are… You the guy that wanted me tonight?”
Lucifer seemed caught off guard by the question, but despite that, he walked forward.
“Yes, I- I did” He stuttered.
You hummed in response, trying to be as nonchalant as you could be since he seemed nervous.
You sat up from the bed, circling around him and standing behind him. You put your hands on his shoulder, smirking as he tensed up.
“Then what’re you waiting for?” You asked, not looking for a response. You waste no time to lead him to the bed.
Lucifer was surprisingly nervous about this. You kinda expected him to be some confident douchebag since he was the embodiment of pride, but here he was, letting you lead him.
He took a minute to get comfortable, leaning back on his hands as his legs hung off the edge of the bed.
“So.. Do you like to be the dom or..?” You asked.
“I’d actually like to be on the bottom, if that’s alright?” He asked, finally managing to get out a sentence without stuttering.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s fine” You nodded.
You moved his legs, separating them ever so slightly so that you could sit down on his lap.
“Is this position alright?” You asked, looking at him as his face flushes red.
“Y-YUP- Yup-! J-Just fine” He laughs nervously.
You couldn’t stop yourself from chuckling at his behavior, but you made sure to stop almost as soon as you started.
After a moment or two of adjusting the position, you draped your arms over his shoulder and started to grind your hips against his own.
You could hear as his breath hitched in his throat and he whimpered quietly. This reaction was exactly what you needed as you continued to rub your clothed sex against his.
“Fuck..” He whispered, his hands almost giving out as he involuntarily jutted his clothed erection up, craving more friction.
“How impatient…” You said before getting up off his lap, giving him some time to breath as you strut over to a cabinet nearby.
“Wh- Where are you going..?” He asked in between breaths.
You glanced at him, smirking at his new, more disheveled state, “Just getting some protection.. I’m assuming you don’t want any new responsibilities, do you, my king?~”
He shook his head quickly, making himself dizzy in the process, “No, no no- Hah- I uh.. Already have enough on my plate as it is..” He laughed.
“That’s what I thought,” You giggled before walking back to him with a condom.
He was quick to remove his belt and pull down his pants and boxers, revealing his dick. So that’s where the rest of the inches went!
It wasn’t difficult to put on the condom, you’d done it to dozens of men before and you just had to keep telling yourself this wasn’t any different, even though it definitely was.
“Now, let’s hope I can make you forget about all those responsibilities, hm?” You smirked, slowly removing your own mini skirt and lace thong.
He nodded quickly, already incredibly excited, “Trust me, you will” He mumbled.
You continued to grin as you pushed him back on his forearms, getting yourself comfortable as you lined the tip up with your pussy.
You managed to fit it all in on your first try, which was surprising considering his size. You could hear him letting out a small whimper, which only encouraged you to continue.
You started off gentle, taking it slow with him since he seemed to be that type of guy.
“F-Ffuck..” He groaned, his head leaning back.
“Hm? Does it feel good?” You smirked, lifting your hips before going back down and taking it in again.
“Mmhm..~” He whimpers, bucking up slightly before grabbing onto your thighs.
This motivated you to try harder. You’d had powerful men reduced to nothing but messes with minimal effort, but you’d love to see how far the King of Hell himself could go.
You continued to go slow until you felt the much loved feeling of him brushing against your g-spot. You couldn’t conceal your delighted little moan.
You leaned down on him, getting into an angle that was both comfortable and easy to please both of you in. You could feel yourself getting less gentle as you went on, and you knew he could feel it too seeing as he was letting muffled whimpers and groans pass through his lips.
You felt the familiar feeling of a knot forming in your stomach and you chased that feeling.
You could hear him groan as your walls clenched down on him.
“Gh- G-Gonna..” He whimpered, “I-I’m-“
He couldn’t even finish his sentence before he came, flopping down on the mattress as his arms gave out from behind him. You followed suit, your walls spasming as you cum on his dick.
You collapsed on his chest, both of you panting as you come down from the high.
“N-Normally I don’t cum that fast..” He choked out, laughing softly.
“Most people say that after I’m done with them” You chuckled, rolling off his chest and onto the bed beside him.
A few moments of silence followed. However, it wasn’t uncomfortable, it felt right.
“Wh- Uh.. C-Could I see you again..?” He muttered, not making eye contact with you.
You thought for a moment, wondering if being a sex worker for the king of hell was a good idea or not before shrugging.
“Yeah, I’d love to see you again” You nodded.
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A/N: I rlly hope that was okay, I took a while contemplating whether or not this would be alright 😭
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the-way-of-words · 3 days
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Mouthful
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Nicholas Ruffilo x Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x Noah Sebastian
Content warnings: oral sex (m receiving), hand jobs, come swallowing, (slight) come play
Contains sexual situations between fictionalized versions of real people. This isn't real, none of this happened. But feel free to hit the back button if this isn't your thing.
<Summary> Noah teaches Jolly how to suck a dick.
thanks to @rottingfern for giving this a look through and catching my mistakes.
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The hands in Jolly’s hair are gentle, as is the voice coaxing him on as he closes his mouth over the head of Nicholas’s cock. 
“There we go.” Noah praises in his ear just as Nicholas groans. “That's it. Just focus on the head a little, run your tongue right under his tip…” He does as Noah says, slipping his tongue across the ridge along the bottom of Nick’s cockhead. Nick’s breath catches and his hips shift as Noah chuckles darkly beside him, “Yeah, see, he likes that.”
“Shit,” Nick gasps, and the word goes straight to his groin. His fingers flex in Jolly’s hair for a second before he lets go, sliding backwards through the strands in apology.
Noah’s chest is warm against his back as he moves closer with a hum. “Good, good,” he coos, “do you want to try taking a little more?” 
Jolly nods as well as he’s able to, relaxing his jaw a little when Noah tells him to as he glides his mouth farther down Nicholas’s shaft. He can feel Noah’s burning gaze as he tries to meet his lips with the hand he has curled about the base of Nick’s cock. His eyes water, but he keeps going, trying to fit as much as he can until it becomes too much and he coughs, dropping Nick from his mouth as he pulls back spluttering. 
“Hey, you good?” Noah’s hand is warm, comforting, on his back and Jolly nods as he catches his breath. “Nick likes the back of the throat, but let’s warm up to that okay? We’ll get you there, promise.”
This is a newer side of Noah that Jolly’s never had directed at him before. This gentle, soft side of Noah that’s usually reserved for Nick alone. His chest feels heavy, as something he’s not ready to think about settles warm in his bones and adds to the arousal pooling in his gut. 
Jolly clears his throat, hoping his face isn’t as flushed as it feels, gesturing back to Nicholas. “Can I?” 
Noah’s beaming smile is blinding. “You don't have to ask if you want to keep going,” he says with a shrug, “because I'm sure that's exactly what Nick wants.” 
The man in question’s hands dig into his own thighs, eyes pleading as he whispers, “Please.”
Those same hands cling to him desperately as Jolly takes him into his mouth again, and it’s not as intimidating this time, now that he kind of knows what to do. He tries to think about how he likes it; letting his hand follow his mouth to jerk Nicholas as his head bobs up and down. 
Pride swells in his chest when Nick’s hips kick up minutely followed by Noah’s sultry laugh. 
“You’re a fast learner aren’t you?” His friend asks, and Jolly can’t do anything but blush because even if he knew how to respond, he really doesn’t want to let Nick out of his mouth long enough to do so. So he nods instead, letting himself get lost in the way Nicholas’s breath catches when he moves his tongue around his shaft every time he pulls back, trying to take more with every pass. 
He understands now why Noah is so willing to get on his knees for him. Why he eagerly pulls Nicholas away whenever they have the time, just to get his mouth around him, because even though his jaw is starting to ache and he can feel the tears leaking from his eyes, he realizes he doesn’t want to be anywhere else. 
“You’re doing such a good job,” Noah croons, wiping away a stray tear from the corner of his eye, “he’s a lot to take, I know, but you’re doing so good. Isn’t he, Nick?” 
“I -” Nicholas grunts, mumbling a mess of words so jumbled together, Jolly can’t even begin to decipher. 
“Mmm look at that.” Noah murmurs, “You’re doing such a good job, he can’t even speak.” The flush on his face grows, spreading to his neck, and farther down to his chest when he feels Noah’s long fingers slither down to his lap. They slip under the waistband of his sweatpants, searching until they find the gap in his boxer briefs and he groans when the soft skin of Noah’s palm runs over the sensitive head of his cock. 
It’s almost too much. 
He pauses, keeping his hand tight around Nick’s shaft when he pulls his mouth off, slowly jerking him as he tries to get himself under control. But Noah doesn’t make it easy. He hooks his chin over Jolly’s shoulder as he pulls his cock free from his sweats. The kiss of cool air against him makes him hiss, eyes slipping closed as his head falls back to rest against Noah’s shoulder.
“He’s close, you know,” Noah whispers into the shell of his ear. “It won’t take much at all to get him there.” Even through his lust-addled brain, Jolly knows what Noah’s implying, and he finds himself nodding along in agreement. “You finish him off, and I’ll finish you off, how does that sound? Good?”
The hand stroking him disappears, but not before a thumb swipes across his tip, and he opens his eyes just in time to see Noah’s tongue sweep across the pad. His own dick kicks, aching at the sight, and Jolly’s pretty sure his swallow is audible before he turns his attention back to Nicholas. 
Strangled whimpers and bitten off curses fall from his mouth as Jolly massages his shaft with the flat of his tongue, hollowing his cheeks. A hand settles on the back of his head, fingers weaving through his hair, finding purchase and tugging enough to guide his eyes upward. 
“This is always my favorite part.” Noah says, “He’s always so pretty when he cums, I’d hate for you to miss it.” 
When Nick’s half-lidded gaze meets his, Jolly can’t help but think how right Noah is. Especially when the man’s eyes roll skyward, a choked cry falling from his lips, eyes rolling skyward as his release floods into Jolly’s mouth. 
Jolly thinks back to all the girls he’s been with, how most of them have swallowed him down with ease, and he tries. Tries to emulate them and swallow what Nick’s giving him, but he can’t. Not all of it, anyway. Nicholas slips from his mouth, still twitching, pearlescent beads gathering at his slit and as he thinks about going back to finish the job, Noah’s there, leaning forward to wrap his own lips around Nick. 
Jolly’s stuck, unable to do anything but watch as Noah licks and sucks everything he left behind, groaning as if Nick is the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. It’s mesmerizing, so much so that he’s taken by surprise when Noah turns back to him and crashes their mouths together. 
Noah’s tongue sweeps into his mouth, bringing with it the salty tang of Nicholas’s release. He pulls away, briefly, to spit in his palm, before closing his hand around Jolly’s aching cock, jerking him with quick, harsh strokes. Jolly’s fairly certain it’s the roughest anyone has ever been with him and every pull of Noah’s hand drives him closer to the edge.
“I’m… I’m gonna--” 
Noah’s forehead presses against his temple, breath fanning across his face. “Yeah?” Jolly nods, face screwing up, moaning as his gaze slips down to where Noah’s working his cock. “C’mon man,” Noah coaxes, “let me have it.” 
He does as he’s asked, closing his eyes against the tide as his orgasm rips through his body and he ruts into Noah’s fist, chasing every bit of ecstasy until he has nothing left. Spots dance across his vision and his ears ring, his spent cock twitching in a valiant attempt to harden again as he watches Noah fingers disappear into his mouth one by one, until they're clean. The look on the other man's face is fond as he tucks Jolly back into his sweatpants before kissing him softly. 
The tender touch makes Jolly's insides warm, as does the hand that settles on his shoulder.
“Now that was almost as hot as getting my dick sucked.” Nick interrupts, pulling his attention from Noah with a soft hold on his chin. 
For the first time of the night, self doubt creeps in and he has to ask. “It, uh, it was okay, right?”
“Dude, are you joking?” Nick asks with a laugh, quirking his eyebrow. “That was amazing… and I wouldn’t say no if you ever wanted to try again. In fact, I don’t think Noah would either.”
“But for now,” Nick slips to his knees, fisting a hand in Noah’s shirt to pull him in for a quick dirty kiss and Jolly wonders if Nick can taste him in Noah’s mouth. “Mmm,” he hums when they part, licking his lips, looking over his shoulder at Jolly as he pushes Noah to his back. “You’re more than welcome to watch how I do it.” 
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angeliczuko · 23 hours
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"I got my eyes on you"
Summary: Dazai realizes how gloomy you have been, especially during both yours vacation ,,,what will they do to make their sweet s/o feel better?
Genre: fluff, hurt to comfort
Warnings: reader is sort of workaholic and very tired, implied depression, basically him comforting you when your at your lowest <3
A/N: um hi guys :D first post!
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DAZAI knew whenever you were sad, happy, delighted or angry. He was a very calculating man after all. One would say he knew everything, though you wouldn`t say that when he first confessed his love to you, he acted like some lovesick puppy!
You could only think of his soft chocolate-coloured hair which you would run your fingers through late at night, his umber eyes which would shine with just a tiny bit of light when they looked at your figure whenever you felt gloomy.
You loved everything about this bandaged man.
And you didn`t even know why!
You opened your eyes a large beach infront of you ah thats right you were on vacation with him. The sky was getting darker by the minute especially since it was late at night. There was a huge cloud above you, you could feel it hovering your thoughts at all times.
As you took in the sight infront of you, you notice dazai playing around the sand in beach-type clothes to which you only smiled softly from the chair you sat on.
The evening air brushed across your skin making your body slightly shiver. This was the last day tomorrow both of you had to return home.
Dazai walks over to you, a beaming smile presented on his face ''Bellllllla! come join me, we can swim together the water is a bit cold but who cares it would be fun" he exclaimed.
"No dazai, not in the mood" you chuckle out.
You could see a hint of worry and concern on dazai`s face as you decline. He grabs you by your arms, a bit softly like always on how he treats you like a fragile doll and makes your feet pace with him.
"Wait where are we going, dazai!" you shout as he only smiles and keeps making you follow him up to some hill beside the shore you had never seen it before but it was filled with lilies and was very high.
"Keep close to me bella" he replies back as he keeps taking strikes, you had wondered why he was so persistent in taking you to a place lovely as this, you don`t deserve it.
As you finally quiet down because its no use Dazai stops on the top of the hill and at that moment you felt everything stop as fireworks blow in the sky, each a different colour. The way the dark sky blossomed into various colours looked as if a huge bundle of feelings were let out.
"Dazai, this.." you uttered softly taking in the view as you feel his bandaged arms on the top of your head, lovingly rubbing it giving you a peace of mind.
"Did you forget sweetheart? Tonight was the fireworks show, I couldn`t enjoy this without you can i? You deserve all this, everything in this world" he continued.
"I wish i could gift you every single item presented in this cruel world but that wouldn`t express my adoration for you properly so i will give you heart, because that`s the richest thing i could gift you"
You didn`t look at him, as your teary eyes which reflected the patterns in the sky tried not to cry.
Dazai kissed the back of your head, gently like the night breeze.
"You deserve all of this, my belladonna"
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A/N: first post! hehe
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