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fadedin2u · 5 months

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like doves in the wind

MDNI 18+

summary: ellie’s past girlfriends never offered to eat her out, and when you find that out, you decide to take matters into your own hands (based on the song like doves in the wind by sza)

word count: 1.2k

content: sub!ellie, dom!reader, cunnilingus (e!receiving), fingering (e!receiving)

notes: this is definitely not proofread, but this is my first time writing smut (oh dear lord) so helpful critiques are much appreciated lmao

you look at your girlfriend with a startled look on your face, taken aback.

“none of your past girlfriends or hook ups have wanted to eat you out?” you ask, borderline in disbelief.

ellie’s freckled cheeks are red with embarrassment, and she looks anywhere other than your face.

“i mean… no. but it’s not like i asked them to or anything… but they weren’t… they didn’t offer it up, i guess.” ellie finishes, her teeth tearing at her bottom lip nervously.

you and ellie recently started dating after years of pining, and you’ve been taking it slower than she’s used to, but you’ve still done quite a bit together. you assumed that ellie had done basically everything under the sun when it came to sex due to her experience with women, but you clearly assumed wrong on this one.

you watch ellie, noticing how her normally playful and sometimes brash personality has been dulled, leaving her anxious and unsure of herself.

you lean against her, kissing under her jaw, “hey. it’s okay, it’s not like you’ve done anything wrong, i’m just surprised.”

ellie sighs, rubbing the back of her neck, “it’s kind of fucking weird though, right? i mean… not to sound stupid, but it makes me stressed that there was, like, a reason…”

you kiss her lips this time, carefully as you cup her face. you pull back, making sure her green eyes are making direct eye contact with yours.

“els… no. if there was a reason, it’s probably a fucking stupid one.”

you kiss her jaw again, and then her neck.

“would you let me try?”

ellie’s eyes widen and her breath picks up slightly. her hands instinctively come to brace your hips as you kiss her neck.

“you- you want to?” ellie asks, her voice slightly hoarse.

you nip her neck, laughing slightly, “are you fucking kidding?”

ellie inhales shakily at your response, getting ridiculously turned on, but still a little nervous.

“if you- um, if you want to stop, you can really stop whenever, like anytime, even if i haven’t cum yet-“

you cut ellie off with another kiss to the lips, your hands sliding down her chest and stomach.

“do you want this?” you murmur against her lips between kisses.

ellie nods immediately, “please.”

that’s all you need, pushing ellie’s t-shirt up to expose her perky breasts, your girlfriend never willingly choosing to wear a bra.

you cup and squeeze her tits as you kiss her, and she makes a breathy little noise.

you smile into the kiss at her response and pull back, moving down to kiss one of her nipples before taking it into your mouth and sucking on it.

ellie’s legs jump a little and her hands immediately go to your head as she moans softly, pressing your head into her chest.

“fuck, that fucking tongue of yours…” she rasps, her eyes focused on your lips latched on to her nipple.

you move to do the same to the other side, and ellie’s reactions never get old.

when you start kissing down her stomach, her breath gets heavier, her pupils dilated. you reach the waistband of her jeans, licking a stripe across the skin just above it.

ellie whines a little, “don’t be a fucking tease…”

you look up, raising an eyebrow, “oh, so it’s only fair when you tease me?”

ellie’s cheeks burn, not having a response to that.

you giggle a little and undo her fly, pulling her jeans down.

when you see the obvious wet spot on her boxers, you grin wide, knowing that you’re responsible.

“shut the fuck up.” ellie warns, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and desire.

you just grin cheekily at ellie before you kiss down her inner thigh from her knee. ellie’s breath grows more bated, biting her lip as she watches you.

when you finally get to the wet spot on her boxers, you pull back, looking up through your lashes at ellie, “can i taste you?”

ellie nearly moans at your words, “fucking please.”

you don’t hesitate before pressing your face in between her legs, pressing a broad, firm lick to the wet spot. ellie makes a guttural noise, her hands gripping the duvet beneath her. you can feel her warmth beneath your tongue, and you press your tongue into her for a moment before completely withdrawing.

ellie’s face already looks wrecked when you look up, and at this point, you’re too desperate to tease her anymore.

you pull her boxers down and dive between her legs again, licking a stripe up her soaking wet pussy, collecting her juices on your tongue.

ellie moans embarrassingly loud as her legs instantly close around your head, and you push them back so they’re spread.

“nuh uh. open.” you say sternly, and she immediately nods.

you feel a weird rush from the power trip of having ellie williams under your thumb, obeying you. you don’t hesitate before continuing to eat ellie out, your tongue plunging between her folds as she gasps and whimpers

“fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-“ ellie chants as she holds onto your hair, her hands pushing your face into her.

you allow it, your tongue circling her entrance before diving into it, tasting more of ellie’s pre-cum from the source.

you pull back, your lips and chin wet as you admire her for a second. her legs are trembling slightly, her boxers and jeans gathered around her ankles, and her t-shirt bunched up over her tits.

“god you’re fucking pretty…” you breathe out, licking your lips. ellie almost looks like she’s going to argue that, but she bites her tongue, thankfully.

“your exes are more stupid than i thought to pass up on this-“ you say before pressing your face back into her core and continuing your ministrations, your tongue circling her clit.

“jesus fuck-“ ellie pants, her eyes clenching shut as she clutches at your hair.

her bush tickles your nose slightly as you eat her out, wiggling your head back and forth a little. you slowly bring your hand up to her entrance and slip two fingers in without warning.

ellie moans loudly, her mouth agape as she pants and bucks her hips.

you continue to circle her clit with your tongue as you curl your fingers inside her, starting to pump them in and out.

you keep at this a while until you slip in a third finger, finger fucking her hard as you suck her clit, her juices starting to drip down your hand and forearm.

ellie is a whimpering mess at this point, bucking her pussy into your mouth as you pleasure her.

“shit- i’m gonna fucking cum don’t stop-“ ellie whimpers, her legs trembling more and more.

you don’t stop, curling your fingers up harder as she climaxes, her hips moving wildly as you slurp her up, her eyes rolling back into her head.

you work her through her orgasm, and when she comes down, you slowly withdraw your fingers from her.

“suck these while i clean you up, yeah?” you ask, bringing your fingers to her mouth.

ellie’s eyes widen before wrapping her lips around your fingers, humming as she sucks and licks them.

you go back down to lick up ellie’s cum, her sticky, clear juices melting on your tongue as you lick her thoroughly. her hips jolt and you hear a muffled whimper from above.

when she’s cleaned up, you lift up your head, wiping off your mouth.

“feeling okay?” you ask, climbing back up to cuddle with her.

ellie laughs a little, a goofy, satiated grin on her face as she looks at you incredulously, “dude. are yolu fucking serious?”

#ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fanfic #ellie x reader #tlou #tlou2 #rose writes

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moon-rivr · 5 months

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cara mia

pairing: miguel o’hara x fem reader

contents: mostly told from miguel’s pov, mentions of religious guilt, somnophilia, soft sex, unprotected p in v, riding somewhat, pregnancy, and a wee bit of angst (muahahah)

author’s note: i did get inspiration from the addams family for this personality wise but i didn’t use the goth elements (sry)

word count: 4k+

Padre nuestro que estás en el cielo, santificado sea tu nombre

The prayer had imprinted itself in Miguel's head after countless hours of being on his knees, forcing himself to pretend that he felt the same type of enlightenment as the other people around him. He envied the people at his church, he wished that he could devote himself and his life to God the same way that they did, but he felt like he was speaking to a brick wall every time he prayed.

The gold cross around his neck felt more like a burden than a symbol of salvation, reminding him of what a failure he'd been to himself and his community. Countless hours of bible study that were supposed to provide him with some hope about humanity, provide him some clarity about his existence and role in the world, only gave him headaches and more questions.

The day that Gabriella was taken away from him, he selfishly prayed in his head that everything would be okay. He knew that it was wrong to pray only when he needed something, but he needed for something to be out of his control for once. "Por favor no te me lleves a mi hija, Diosito. Ella tiene toda su vida por delante. Te lo suplico," he spoke in his mind, hoping that God would listen to him. that he wouldn't lose the only ray of light in his life. (please don’t take my daughter away from me, God. she has her entire life ahead of her. i plead you)

"Please daddy!" Gabriella’s voice clouded his mind as she faded away into nothing, the buildings around them collapsing into pure ash. He cursed God for not listening to him as he fell to the ground on his knees, his head dropped. Silent tears rolled down his cheeks as he looked at his hands, having just the remainder of what was. Peter had rushed to his side, attempting to get him to stand up before the universe faded into nothing but everything inside Miguel hurt. He felt like his limbs were 50 pound weights as he stepped into the portal to go back home, the reminders of his selfishness lingering.

Devotion had never come easy to Miguel, whether it be to an entity or to a thing, but you were the only exception to that rule. He wasn't sure if you'd done it out of sympathy after seeing his weakened state or if you were just simply doing your job as a barista, but you had given him a free bagel with his coffee one day. "I know this probably won't help much, but you look like you need it," you told him once you handed him the small bag and coffee cup.

Miguel didn't answer you, his mouth felt like sandpaper every minute of the day, but he appreciated the small act of kindness you'd shown him. You didn't even have to ask him for his order, making him the cup out of memory. He felt people's stares on him as he walked to one of the tables, their noses scrunching up from his body odor. He hadn't had the energy to come out of his room, but he decided to take the healing journey step by step.

He wasn't sure of when was the last time he took a shower was but he was certain that it must've been a while with the way that everybody scooted their chairs to be further away from him. He brought the cup of coffee to his mouth, taking a sip from it as he tried to will himself to swallow it. The coffee beans tasted like wet mud as they went down his throat, the walls of his throat constricting. He eventually gave up on trying to drink the coffee, placing his head down on the table as he shut his eyes.

The melody in the coffee shop lulled him to sleep after countless hours of staying up, the memories of Gabriella ringing through his head every time he closed his eyes. He wasn't sure of how long he had fallen asleep for, only getting waken up by your soft tapping on his shoulder. "Sorry to interrupt your nap, but we're about to close the shop. You're free to come back tomorrow if you want," you spoke and his head shot up, looking out the window to see that the moon was already peeking out from the clouds.

Miguel stayed quiet, unsure of what to say as he fished something out of his pocket as a way to make it up to you. "No, no. Don't worry about it," you tried to dismiss the bill he was handing you, but he was even more stubborn than you were. You ended up accepting the bill a couple seconds later and he left the coffee shop, feeling like a ship lost at bay. He didn't have anywhere else to call home after he lost Gabriella and his apartment felt too empty. Too quiet. He decided to head back to the HQ, burying his face in work until his exhaustion took place of the pain.

A couple days had passed by when he heard a knock on his office door, Jessica appearing in the doorway. "Miguel, we're worried about you. You haven't exited your office in days and you.. stink. Just take a shower, please," she told him, approaching him the way that one would to a child. The thought of showering just made Miguel want to curl up and burst out crying since the last time he showered was a few moments prior to Gabriella’s last embrace. If he tried hard enough, he could still smell her bubble soap on his clothes.

It took Miguel a while to get into the shower and even longer to scrub his body, his skin raw from how hard he'd tried to make the memories fade away. He sat on the shower floor for a couple minutes with his hands buried in his hands, willing himself not to let his tears combine with the running water. He got up on shaky legs, gripping the shower wall as he let the water run through his reddened skin. His talons unsheathed and he looked down at them, wanting to claw at himself until nothing was left.

Jessica had convinced Miguel to go back to the coffee shop after she saw him fawning over your public file, convincing him to try to have a conversation with you. He showed up to the coffee shop the next day, a complete stranger from the man that showed up just a week beforehand. He'd taken a shower and he fixed his unruly curls a bit, wearing a button down shirt and jeans. As always, you made his order without him needing to say much but he found himself wanting to talk to you this time around.

"Hi, I'm sorry if this is coming off as weird seeing how you found me sleeping on one of the tables earlier and you saw me in that state, but I was wondering if you'd like to go out sometime? I’d like to get to know you better if you gave me the opportunity," he said as he came up to the counter once your shift ended, expecting to be found with rejection. "That sounds good. I'll give you my number and you can text me when it works for you," you responded, scribbling down your number on a napkin.

The encounter between the two of you led to more dates and eventually to the two of you getting married a year later. He found himself completely captured by the way you carried yourself around, willing to give you the world if you asked. He'd be willing to lower down the moon at your request, if only to see the smile on your face. But what he loved the most was the fact that you didn't ask him for the moon, you simply asked for his love in exchange for yours. Loving you felt so simple to him, something as easy as taking a breath.

Miguel glanced over at the clock on the bedside table, letting out a small groan as he looked down at the tent in his sleep pants. He knew he couldn't control himself around you, just having you around made his cock twitch, but he'd never will himself to be too far from you. He glanced back at your sleeping form, seeing the way that your sleep gown bunched up around your thighs. He saw your glistening cunt through the small crack of sunlight peeking through the window, his willpower breaking down.

He spread your legs gently, pushing your nightgown up to your stomach as he pushed his cock in. Your tight walls engulfed him instantly and he had to resist letting out a moan so as to not wake you. Your pussy was practically gushing around his cock as he bottomed out, sucking him deeper. He slowly retracted his cock before pushing it back inside, watching as you stirred in your sleep. His hand came up to your breast, cupping it through the lace material of your gown. He leaned in, sucking your nipple through the material as his tongue rolled over the nub.

His hips rolled slowly as he gripped your thighs for some kind of balance, making sure that you weren't stirring too much in your sleep. While he had a desire to satiate, he'd never be that selfish to wake you up in order to fulfill his needs. "You're all wet for me even in your dreams, corazón," he murmured, his talons drawing small lazy circles on your thighs. He brought his hands up to your front, punching and pulling at your nipples while his cock pushed in and out of you.

"Morning Miguel, did you sleep good?" You asked him, tilting your head to the side to look at him with a small smile on your face. "Cada dia que me despierto siendo tu marido es bueno para mi, cara mia. I'm sorry for waking you up," he responded, his cheeks burning a bit at the prospect of bothering you. God, he'd never be able to get enough of you at this point. Even with the darkened curtains, a slimmer of light managed to peel through as it illuminated your face in an almost angelic halo. (every day that i wake up as your husband is good for me, my darling)

"What's got you all needy, Miguelito?" You inquired, rolling over on top of him as your night gown flowed over your legs. "You, it's always you," he whispered, his hands coming up to your breasts as you slowly sunk onto his cock. You let out a small groan as you felt your wetness dripping onto your thighs and his, the access proving to be much easier. You slowly moved up and down his cock, your tight walls engulfing around him without any remorse. He thought he could die happy like this, engulfed by you and the love combined between you two.

His hips moved upwards, assisting you with the rhythm as he sat up straight, his mouth attaching itself to your neck. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he slowly began to place small bites on your collarbone and shoulders, marking you as his. With every mark that he left on your skin, it felt like he was tattooing yourself into your life. Making himself known even if he wasn't present. The pace between the two of you wasn't rushed or rough, it was simply just enjoying the company of each other and being in each other's arms.

"I've been thinking about getting you pregnant, cara mia. Think about how lovely our kids would be, just a reflection of the devotion I feel for you," he murmured into your skin, his fangs gently grazing against your neck. "Get me pregnant, Miguel. I want everybody to look at us and just see how in love we are," you responded, your walls clenching around his cock just as a security measure. His thrusts got sloppier as he approached his orgasm, his fingers coming down to your clit to help you through yours. His mouth was swirling around your nipples, licking and sucking at the hardened breast while his other hand played with your other one.

Your orgasm approached you rather quickly, your back arching as your breath hitched from the intensity. Your deep breaths filled the room as Miguel's hips moved into you, fucking you through your orgasm and his. He came a couple seconds after you, the tip of his cock pushing the cum into your cervix just to make sure it would take. You rolled over to your side, your arms still wrapped around Miguel's neck as the two of you started to come down from that euphoria. His fingers stroked small circles on your back as his mouth came down to press a kiss on your forehead.

You ended up taking a shower after that, though the two of you didn't like to have sex in there since it could get slippery quick. That didn't stop Miguel from lathering soap all over your body, his hands massaging your breasts, thighs, and the globes of your ass. He gestured for you to jump and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he pinned you to the wall, his lips attacking everywhere he hadn't gotten the chance to earlier.

"I just wanna appreciate you like the work of art you are but you make it so hard when you look at me like that," he told you, leaving a bite on top of your breasts as his eyes locked on you. "Like what?" You looked over at him with doe eyes, your lashes fluttering with the water hitting them. He let out a small chuckle, turning off the water faucet before he carried you out the shower. "Miguel, you're making a mess!" You exclaimed in between little giggles as you held onto him. "Apologies," he offered, wrapping you up in a towel like a burrito without paying much regard to his own dripping stature.

As the two of you got out of your shared shower, LYLA appeared in front of Miguel making him let out a small grumble. "Good morning! You need to be in HQ at approximately ten in order to get all your paperwork done," she announced, her voice chirpy as she spoke. "Tell them I'm dead," he muttered, waving LYLA away as he pressed kisses on your shoulder. "While I would love to do that, you used that excuse about two weeks ago," LYLA responded, her eyes narrowing as she looked at Miguel.

Miguel let out a small scoff as he buried his face into your neck, his large hands splayed on your stomach. "Then tell them I'm spending time with my wife today. You're in charge," he told her, shooing her off for the last time before he gave you the opportunity to finish up getting moisturized. "I wouldn't recommend getting dressed, cariño. You won't be needing clothes today," he told you as you stepped back into the bedroom, beckoning you back into the bed.

The day was spent having lazy sex on almost every corner of the house, determination evident in his features to have his sperm take. He had his way with you on the bed, in front of the mirror that was in the bathroom, the kitchen counter while you two were waiting for lunch, and the couch when you put on a show for some background noise.

"Every time I think I can't love you more, you just prove me wrong," he whispered into your ear as he stroked your back lazily, his softening cock warming up your cunt. The love he felt towards you seemed to practically seep out his pores with the way that he treated you. "Becoming your wife has been one of the greatest experiences ever. Thank you for allowing me to love you, Miguel," you murmured, your hand lazily running through his curls.

A couple of weeks passed by when you came to the realization that you'd missed your period for the last month and the food that normally had you salivating was making you gag at just the mere sight of it. You hadn't been expecting for the sperm to take so easily after your previous doctors had described a problem with your uterus, but you couldn't help but feel excited at the prospect of having a child with Miguel. You stopped by the drugstore near your house, getting a few pregnancy tests just in case.

You practically gulped the bottle of water you'd taken with you to the bathroom, waiting until you felt that urge. It took a couple minutes before you were ready to pee on the tests, and it would take even longer for the results to come out. You washed your hands and looked up at the mirror, picturing yourself swollen with the product of you and Miguel's adoration inside. The timer on your phone made you jump after being in your head for ten minutes, turning it off before you looked at the results. Pregnant.

You decided to go surprise Miguel at HQ since you felt like you were practically bursting out with excitement and you didn't trust yourself to keep it a secret for too long. It took you a while to arrive since it's in the middle of Nueva York and it was lunch hour, but even the stench of the subway couldn't deter your happiness. You were instantly greeted with smiles as you walked into the HQ, most of the members being people you recognized. You took the opportunity to go pet the cat and greet Lego Spider-Man before heading up to Miguel's office.

"¡Hijos de su puta madre! How many shocking times do I have to say that you don't free the anomalies to even out your little basketball team?!" Miguel's voice boomed from his office, clear to your ears outside. You knocked on the door before stepping in, seeing Miguel's demeanor completely change as he looked at you. "Just go, we'll finish this later," he told the group of teenagers and they all scattered away quickly.

You walked up to Miguel, wrapping your arms around his neck as you let out a small chuckle. "You shouldn't be so hard on them, you know? It's not good for your stress levels either," you whispered, kissing his cheek. “I know, mi vida. But they just make it so hard not to get pissed off," he mumbled, resting his head on the crook of your neck. "Well you're gonna have to control that because soon enough, you'll have a little one that needs their daddy for a long time," you responded, dropping the subtle hint and his head shot up immediately.

"You're not messing around with me or anything right?" He asked, his hands around your waist as he looked down at you. You took the ziploc baggie holding the pregnancy test inside, handing it over to him. "Ay mi amor. You don't know how happy it makes me to be able to have a kid with you," he spoke, littering small kisses on your face as he held you close to him. He took a couple minutes to allow for you to enjoy the news before he started going into an overprotective mode, finding the best ob-gyn nearby.

Though Miguel had multiple responsibilities towards the multiverse and to maintaining the safety of the city, he still accompanied you to the first appointment. "You know we'll have plenty of these, so you don't need to come," you told him, but he shook his head as he opened the door for you at the clinic. "I refuse to miss out on anything important, mi amor. The multiverse will hopefully still be intact while I get back," he responded, guiding you towards one of the chairs.

Your eyes drifted to the women sitting in the lobby, some of them distraught with the news of what's growing inside of them while others were crying out of joy. What you couldn't help but notice though, was that most of them were alone as they waited. You'd never felt so appreciative towards Miguel than in this moment and you couldn't help the tears that began coating your eyes.

"What's wrong?" Miguel asked, immediately concerned as he looked at you. "I just feel so lucky being here with you, I'm sorry. It's funny, I got scared when this whole thing happened, since y'know, we have no idea how to be parents but just having you by my side is gonna make this okay," you rambled, wiping away at the tears rolling down your cheeks.

He kissed your forehead as he held your hand, waiting for your name to be called. "Do you want me to come in?" He asked before you nodded, walking with him to the room. He held your hand throughout the whole process while the doctor basically went through some of the dangers you'd possibly be going through with this pregnancy. The baby seemed to be growing fine, though, the size of a raspberry at this stage.

You had quit your job at the coffee shop a little while after getting married to Miguel, so having time to rest wasn't too big of an issue for you. You'd busied yourself with attempting to knit clothes for the baby, your fingers covered with small indents from the needle. "You don't have to do that, you know we have more than enough money to buy baby clothes," he assured you when he saw you crying after a onesie ended up with only one foot sleeve. You eventually got better at it as the time went by, the onesies even having small designs on them.

Though the next nine months hadn't been a walk in the park, they were all the more tolerable having Miguel by your side. He didn't care if you had to wake up at 4 in the morning to satiate your cravings for pickles, even joining you sometimes. He didn't mind carrying you around the house when your ankles felt too swollen to even stand on. He just loved seeing you practically glowing with his love, the pregnancy making you look all the more gorgeous no matter what you said.

The birth was supposed to be an easy process but Miguel could feel that something was wrong as he waited in the lobby with the other expecting fathers. The nurses came over to him, giving him the grim news that you were hemorrhaging but assuring him that they were doing everything in their power. Their words eventually became garbled as a white noise ran through his mind, a pain that he could feel in his soul at the thought of being without you coating his body completely.

Miguel dropped to his knees at the small chapel in the hospital that night, all the different prayers melting into one as he tried to get the words out. His knees were scraped raw as they rubbed against the cold concrete, a well fitting punishment in his opinion for his time apart from the church. He clamped the cross around his neck, holding it as a safe haven before he pressed his hands together, starting with a prayer the best way he knew how.

He started off by thanking God for everything he'd given him, even if he felt like nothing was worth thanking for at the moment. He pushed the feelings of betrayal deep down, knowing that they were completely unprecedented as a non-practicing Catholic. Later, he prayed for you. Not for himself, no. But for you, to get better so you could continue to bless his life with your presence and bless the life of your child together. He continued with this viscous cycle of praying until the sun came up, talking to the plastic cross in a hospital chapel.

The baby was discharged a few days later and while Miguel had everything to take care of it, he felt unprepared. As Miguel held the sleeping baby in his arms, he felt like a part of him was ripped out at your absence. The baby proved as a symbol of his love and devotion for you, though. He tried to be strong for the baby, he really did, but his emotions were starting to bubble up in the bottle he'd stuffed them in. He set the baby down in its crib, looking over at your collection of dresses in the closet as he brought them to his nose, your perfume hitting him instantly. He knew that you were in the hospital recovering, but his heart ached to feel your warmth, laughter, and love again.

The corners of his eyes prickled with salty, warm tears as he cut away the petals from the roses you'd ordered just a week ago. His nose was running from his allergies, but he refused to ask for help with such a mundane task. He refused to let your presence from the home fade out, taking care of everything you would've done along with his own responsibilities. He sat down on the edge of the bed, starting to comply with what he'd told God while he was in the hospital. That he'd start praying again as long as you were okay. He’d be willing to put himself through the process of talking to what he deemed as a wall just for you.

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drvscarlett · 27 days

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Sweet Nothings (2)

Carlos Sainz x pageant queen!reader

Summary: All that they ever wanted was sweet nothings but everything changed like midnight rain.

Sweet Nothings: 1, 2, 3. 4

A/N: i indulged a lot with catriona so expect a lot of her faces. i like to build up things hehe.let me know your thoughts

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YNjpeg thank you for the opportunity for the roundtable to discuss different issues faced by our society [link]

User4 the way she speaks says a lot about her character

User6 I dont need to see any other queen, Y/N is my Miss Universe 2024.

User7 i never knew Y/N is this knowledgeable

User9 right?? i mean before we all knew her as just Carlos' partner User10 is it bad for me to say that i think Carlos and Y/N break up is a good thing? User9 true bestie.

LewisHamilton Wonderful insights, thank you for using your voice!

YNjpeg honored to be appreciated by you Lew! LewisHamilton 👑☝️ User12 real recognize real!

User55 anyone notice that carlos is still liking?

User90 omg i just noticed that! User77 my divorced parents

F1News posted an article.

Carlos Sainz sits down talking about championships, end of contracts, and relationships.

The hottest topic in the paddock at the moment has been Carlos Sainz. He is the driver that has been to watch out for as he becomes the El Matador that crushes Red Bull's streak of victory. The soon to be ex-Ferrari driver thanks the team for building a good car and creating new strategy that allowed them to best Red Bull several times already.

It was no surprise that him and teammate, Charles Leclerc has been chasing Max down for the championship. When asked about how does he deal with the pressure, he mentioned that he kept himself grounded by a note tucked inside of his helmet. He said that the content of the notes cannot be discussed (as well as the writer of the note) but he is very grateful for it for keeping him in touch with reality. The Spaniard is currently sitting at the second place with only 2 points difference from the current champion.

"It has not yet been decided" this is what Carlos has to say regarding where he would sign next. Carlos assures everyone that there are offers but he is still weighing which will be a better option. His focus at the moment was not on the signing because as he states "if I'm a good driver then the offers will just keep coming." He wishes to focus on doing his best with his current team and reiterates that he has no ill feelings with the team.

Another hot topic that Carlos was asked about is regarding his love life. There were rumors about his split with long-time girlfriend and now running for Miss Universe, Y/N L/N. Carlos explained how he is very proud of Y/N and that he wishes all the best for her. He refused to answer questions detailing more about her since he explains that "focus on Y/N as a beauty queen and not because of her relationship. She deserves more than just being someone's girlfriend."

CarlosY/N4ever

CarlosY/N4ever me realizing that Miss Universe 2024 and the Las Vegas Grand Prix is happening together???!!!

User5 wdym together???

CarlosY/N4ever It will both happen in the 24th,the gp will go first at 2pm while the Miss Universe will start at 6pm. User5 OHMYGOD????

User7 So are we going to watch miss universe or f1???

User8 Im gonna watch both User9 rip to us with a different timezone

User10 i love how we can use Y/N's reactions for this

User11 girlie is a walking meme User13 walking meme but still elegant

User19 SO WILL THE GRID BE WATCHING????

User22 what is barbenheimer when we have this going on!!!

QueenYNUpdates just posted a reel

Well my gowns and my costumes have been carefully selected. Everything has a meaning. It is an homage for my country and of course to the best parts of myself. [Can we have any more insights about your evening gown] All I can say is that I want to make Filipinos proud and the color has a very personal meaning.

User10 Im excited to see her final look!

User12 agreeeee,her attention to details is everything!

User7 Our filipina queen! PERIODT!

User13 the color has a very personal meaning + that smile.. anyone wanted to bet with me that its ferrari red???

User15 I might cry if its really red User18 and its carlos' last year to ferrari as well User90 I just want to have a good time on this app

User55 Go fight for the crown!!!! Bring home the crown!!!

QueenYNUpdates posted a reel

[What can you say about your relationship with Carlos, everyone is curious about what happened] This is the only time, I'll talk about this. If you are looking for drama, there is no drama between the two of us. Carlos and I met when we were still young people and we grew up together. We matured as individuals..Its not a bad thing. I am extremely happy and proud of where he is right now. Were both chasing our dreams. What we are, what have been. Its all good. That's all that I have to say.

User5 This basically confirms it.

User6 we are really children of divorce

User7 CARLOS GET HER BACK, ITS NOT TOO LATE

User8 YEAH SHE IS NOT YET MISS UNIVERSE User9 BRO DON'T LET HER GO CarlosSainz55

User11 Its the miss universe curse. If the girl really wants the crown then they will undergo heartbreak

User14 why do we have to sacrifice someone?? User15 so miss universe is just like ferrari strategy? here we sacrifice a boyfriend, in ferrari we sacrifice leclerc User17 that comment got me gagged.

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YNjpeg I am ready to represent!!! Flying to Vegas!!!

Charles_Leclerc goodluck Miss Philippines!!

YNjpeg thank you charlieee

LandoNorris can't wait to see you take the crown

YNjpeg lando you believe in me too much LandoNorris I SAID take the crown!!! YNjpeg ON IT!

User5 im so happy that she is still being supported by the grid

User67 bring home the crown Y/N!

User8 Mark my words, she will come back with the crown!

User9 safe flight!!!

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CarlosSainz55 You always hated flying. You told me that there is a certain discomfort and uncertainty when you are a thousand feet from the ground. Right now, you are flying. I know it has a certain discomfort and uncertainty of what's to come but I believe you can find some joy in it.

You will always be the most beautiful in the universe.

User7 OMG????

User6 CARLOS I WAS UNFAMILIAR WITH YOUR GAME

User8 bro really went to tell the whole world that he will be here no matter what

User15 were always talking about how Y/N is Carlos' biggest fan but Carlos is also Y/N's biggest fan

User17 ITS TOO ERALY TO CRY

CarlosSainz55 just deleted the post.

#carlos sainz x reader #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #carlos sainz imagines #f1 fic #f1 smau #carlos sainz x you

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hippielittlemetalhead · 4 months

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Part 3 (One of Us) of 'Never Took The Time (To Forget)' previously known as 'Hopper Adopts Steve But Make It Sad'

Part 1 (Hop fucks up), Part 2 (Pride and Prejudices: Joyce Edition)

Here's a bit more for you filthy animals 😘

Much like he's come to expect from the small soldiers these children have fashioned themselves into he's not surprised when they come pouring out of whichever of the twins' rooms they shoved themselves in like codependent sardines. He's not surprised by the looks of anger and disappointment and confusion. Claudia Henderson's kid -Dustin- looks on the edge of tears with a grim set to his mouth that reminds him of when the kid's mom is beyond words in her slow-burning fury. El and Will have matching looks of disappointed confusion.

What he's not expecting is the way Mike and the younger (usually more volatile) Sinclair are holding onto an incensed looking Lucas. Lucas who has always been the polite one when it came to addressing adults and the one to preach caution and thinking plans through. Lucas who has been quiet and withdrawn since Hop came back, spending his days at the edge of Party affairs when not helping in the rebuilding efforts around town or sitting at Max's bedside.

"What the fuck, Hopper?" The kid spits out and that seems to snap the rest of The Party into action. Will goes to join the two holding Sinclair back but Dustin starts near incoherently yelling in that screechy pitch only that kid seemed to be able to hit about bullshit cops and useless adults and to let Lucas go. "He idolized you, man! Would tell us all the time that you were 'one of the good ones' that if we ever needed anyone and he wasn't there, to find you. That you would take care of us because that's just what you did for people. Because you were good!"

"Lucas, chill out man." Mike pants though he's also glaring daggers at Hop.

This is where Joyce (god bless her) decides to step in. "Lucas, honey-" She says with her soft voice and big wet eyes and that warmth she seems to infuse into everything she touched. "It's complicated. There's some things you just don't understand and-"

"No! You two don't understand! Steve is GOOD. He's good and he cares and he takes care of everyone else and he always kept us safe." The kid seems to be losing some of his steam, pulling at his friends less and resigned to shaking in barely contained fury. "He gets hurt and he gets back up and he apologizes for taking a fall in the first place! He's just Good."

"I know he's been good to you kids and I appreciate that, I really do Lucas." Joyce says, her voice a little stronger, that steadiness returning. "Sometimes people in our lives can do bad things to others and we don't see it because we care about them and that's not always a bad thing. But we have to remember that the people who were wronged are allowed to be upset and that's normal to feel and-"

"You mean like Jonathan?" The room goes quiet. Will looks resigned but not surprised by Lucas' question but the rest of the kids look just as confused as him and Joyce. "Did you really think Steve broke his camera -in the school parking lot of all places- for the hell of it? Did you seriously never question it?"

Hop feels something twist in his gut. He had been so caught up in the search for Will and wrangling a frantic Joyce that he hadn't paid any attention to small-town squabbles like two teenagers having it out in the school parking lot, the destruction of personal property or what might have triggered it. He looks over the kids' heads to see Jonathan and his stoner buddy standing just outside his door. The friend looks confused but Jon is looking at his mom who hasn't noticed him yet like a man preparing himself for the gallows.

"Mom." Joyce's eyes snap from where they were locked on Lucas up to her oldest son. "Mom, I-"

"What are they talking about Jon?" It's quiet. Quiet and scared because everyone in the room knows that whatever secret reason Lucas (and maybe Will?) seems to be the only one to know Steve had for picking a fight isn't going to be good. Jonathan's mouth opens like he's going to say something but no words come out. "Honey, what did you do?"

"He took pictures of Steve and his friends the night Barbara Holland disappeared."

"Will?" all eyes except Lucas' (who is still glaring daggers at Hop) are on the two brothers. One scared and almost pleading the other disappointed and resolved.

"He hid in the bushes and took pictures of Steve and his friends with Nancy and Barbara. There were pictures of Barbara at the Harrington place before she died and he never told anyone. But there were also-" He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes like he can't look at his older brother who has hung his shaggy head under everyone's heavy gaze. "There were pictures of just Steve and Nancy. Alone together. In Steve's room."

There's a sharp gasp that he thinks came from Joyce but he's too busy watching the young man he's come to consider a son. His head is still lowered and his shoulders are curving in on themselves as he shakes off the hand his long-haired friend tries to place on his shoulder.

"Oh baby," Joyce's voice is wet again. A tone of horrified disappointment to it that Hop has only heard her use when talking to or about one other person. "Tell me you didn't."

"Then he-" Will clears his throat like this one is what gives him pause. "He was caught developing the pictures in the school's darkroom. All of the pictures. And he had zoomed in on Steve's window. Nancy was the center of the shot." The kid's eyes flit over to Mike (who is now turning an interesting shade of red as he glares at Jonathan) before he blushes and looks at the ground, "She uh-"

Lucas does not seem to share Will's newfound hesitance in the face of an enraged Mike Wheeler. "Most of the upperclassmen argue if she had a bra or not but they all seem to agree she didn't have a top."

"Oh my god." Everyone was frozen as Joyce began to crumble. "Oh my god." He reached out to catch her, her nails digging into his arm through his shirt sleeve as she stared unseeing at her oldest son.

Jonathan started forward. "Mom, I-" a hand in the middle of his chest stopped him. "Will, please, I need to-"

"Just stop, man." Lucas sighs. "You started this shit, you gotta deal with it before you hurt someone else besides Steve."

"I didn't mean to hurt Steve."

Hops feels himself frozen to the spot in a way he's not used to anymore these days. His mind is working overtime picking out all of the charges that could have been pressed even against a boy of 15/16 if any of the kids in Harrington's inner circle had told an actual adult about the situation. The veritable legal hell that would have been brought down on Joyce while searching for a son legally assumed dead.

"Is that what you told yourself when you helped Nancy cheat?" And it just kept getting worse.

Joyce gives off a whimper and the kids gathered make varied sounds of shock and disgust.

"They were broken up."

"Were they? Cause everybody at school and half the town seems to all know about you and Nancy disappearing together when Steve was still calling her his girlfriend and then you all showed back up to school, Steve beat to hell again and Nancy hanging all over you. The basketball team STILL talk about it."

He's heard enough. "Alright, that's it!" He yells out over the children yelling and Joyce demanding answers and Jonathan's friend trying to say something about there being some sort of explanation. "This doesn't help us help Steve."

Lucas shakes off the loose hold Erica and Mike still had on him and crosses his arms as he rolls back his shoulders and tilts his jaw up to fix him with a glare. The kid's stance is almost arrogant but Hop can't help but notice the way he rests his weight on his off side, his shoulders back and his posture straight without his chest puffing out ridiculously like Hop is used to from teenage boys gearing for a fight.

"I think you've helped enough, Hopper." It's quiet and biting and he lets himself have a moment of grief for the childhood these kids lost, and the fact that he's almost positive Lucas didn't pick up this easy confidence from anyone else in their monster fighting club but Steve. "You and Mrs. Byers want to play nice now cause you feel guilty and that's all well and good but what happens when Steve does something else you don't agree with without explanation? Or he and Jonathan or Nancy get in another fight? When we finally get rid of Vecna and the Upside Down for good? What happens when you don't feel guilty anymore?"

"I can't make any sort of promise you lot will believe. And lord knows I'm pretty shit at keeping them anyways. I just want to be able to try."

"He mourned you, you know. When we were told you didn't make it." That weight is back in his chest. "He held himself together around us but there were- there were moments we could tell. He and El really bonded over that. Over you. Over losing you."

"I didn't know."

"Of course you didn't. You didn't want to know."

"There's no way I can make you believe me. That I want to fix this."

"We want to, Hopper." Dustin butts in, placing a hand on Lucas' shoulder and limping up next to the other boy. "But from what you and Mrs. Byers were talking about... There's just a lot that makes a lot more sense and it doesn't inspire a lot of faith in either of you."

"We need to discuss this as a Party."

"Okay."

"That means letting us take care of it. Steve's one of us and you hurt him."

"I understand."

"So you and Mrs. Byers have got to wait till we say you can talk to Steve. That he's ready for it."

"Now, kids-"

"No they're right, Joyce. We fucked it up on our own and- and he trusts these little shits more than he trusts us right now. We've gotta do the same."

Joyce sighs, "Fine."

She's not happy about it and honestly neither is he. But if the last few years and his stint in a Russian gulag and the subsequent escape taught him anything it's maybe he needs to trust his people to do what they need to do.

The kids scurry back to whichever of the Twins' room they came from, led by a newly determined and involved Lucas and a furiously muttering Dustin. Jonathan and Joyce make their way to the kitchen and Hopper decides he's going to let them have that conversation in as much privacy as they can with a house as full as theirs.

Hopper sits in the living room, runs his hands through his hair that's finally growing out and pulls them down his face before resting his chin on steepled fingers. He hates sitting and waiting and relying on someone else for the next steps. But all he can think about is the sound Steve made. The look in his eyes. The pride in his voice the last time he heard him say, "My Hop."

That's it!

He stands up so fast his bad ankle protests and his knees pop. He limps to the front door, yelling out to the house that he has to go, has something to do. Calls out he has his walkie and that El needs to be ready on time. Then he's out the door.

Part 4.1

More coming soon! Hopefully! Work went from an active team of about 12 to 5, not including the managers we lost ssssooo... Yeah fun times. 🙃

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#Never Took The Time (To Forget)#nttttf verse #hopper adopts steve #but make it sad #rambler writes #stranger things fic #hopper pov #lucas sinclair #The Party loves Steve

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serevena · 1 year

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Addictions.

Pairing - Ellie Williams x Fem!reader

Synopsis - Your wife just cannot seem to keep her hands to herself. And she’s always the relief you’re looking for.

Warnings - Provocative language, fingering (r!receiving), scissoring, hickeys, not proofread, pet names, little to no plot, top!Ellie, Bottom!reader.

a.n - This is in fact, not the biker!Ellie fic! But it is coming. Just wanted to post a tiny little Drabble for the time being. Reblog’s, Asks, Comments, etc are appreciated! Enjoy. <3

“Uh huh..just like that.” Ellie whispered in your ear, hands on your hips as she smiled to herself, knowing you loved her praise.

“El,, you’re distracting me.” You turned your head to look back at her, your hands soaked in the wintry water and surfactant. “You never complain..” she muttered again. You could’ve dropped dead by the tone in her voice.

“What if I took you right here?”

Her words lingered in your psyche as you reminisced on the last time you were in this predicament; Bent over the sink and fucked stupid by none other than your wife.

“Are you complaining?” She smirked into the plethora of kisses she landed on your neck, you could only shake your head, closing your eyes as you focused on the relief her touch gave you. The water continued running, and fuck you for letting it, but you were busy. Gripping onto the sink counter for support as if it’d help in any way if you fell to your knees right about now.

“You wanna take this upstairs?” You couldn’t even nod before she was dragging you to the bedroom, practically slamming the door and pushing you down onto the bed.

“El—” “Shh…shut up.” She demanded, staring down at you. Your hands roamed her chest as she began unbuttoning her flannel, she drove you insane each time she wore it, but the muscles hidden underneath were just so much better. She leaned down, throwing the fabric before attacking your lips harshly. She separated your legs with her own as her calloused hands tugged at your hair lightly.

“Tell me you want it, sweet girl..” she mumbled into your lips, biting your bottom lip harshly.

“I want it..” you mumbled back, quieter. She made you feel nervous in all the best ways possible.

And that was all it took. She began targeting your neck, moving your hair away to get more of your skin between her teeth. She bit down, licked, whatever she could to make sure you both would see it tomorrow, and for days after that. Her hands traveled down your body, taking your jeans off eerily quickly as she threw them out of sight, her hand moving your panties aside to dip a finger into you.

“Fuck…yeah,, so tight for me, baby girl..” she examined your reaction closely, making sure she wasn’t hurting you in any way. But all of the worries went away when you began moaning. She quickly added a second one, making sure to curl both of them when she remembered just how much you liked it. “Oh..Ellie..” “You like that, baby?..” she said as she began pumping her fingers in and out of you. The way the moonlit sky was peeking through the window, focusing on your face..She was looking at a damn angel. “‘That feel good?” She questioned, brows furrowing as she eyed your face intently, glancing down at your tits to see them bounce with the way she was finger-fucking you.

As soon as you felt your release approaching, it was stripped away from you, and your brows frowned as you watched to see what Ellie was doing. “El..why’d you stop?..” you practically whined, and she couldn’t help but chuckle at your neediness. She doesn’t reply, instead unbuttoning her jeans and discarding them like nothing but trash, her boxers coming off not even a minute after. Her fingers hooked around the sides of your panties, sliding them off with ease. And in what felt like the blink of an eye, Ellie had your leg thrown up onto her shoulder, gripping it tightly.

You looked up at her, realizing what she was about to do. And before you could say anything else, she began grinding her cunt down onto yours, the disgusting noises of how wet the both of you were bouncing off the walls. She couldn’t stop herself from speeding up her movements, letting out shaky breaths from the relief she felt. “Fuck, baby…So good.” She spoke softly, grunting while she licked her lips. “Oh, my god..Ellie..” your eyes became glossy with the overwhelming pleasure you felt through your body, but you somehow still managed to maintain eye contact. “You close?..” it was hard not to be when she was grinding on you at that ungodly pace, the gaze in her eye causing you to let out loud moans with every growing second. Her eyes were practically glowing with the light through the window, and a few more praises coming from her mouth sent you over the edge as her etched arm began fondling with your breast.

“Yeah, baby..yeah..that’s it. Cum for me..” the more your thighs shook, the more Ellie felt her own release cumming, her muscles flexing as she tried to hold on for just a bit longer, but to no avail. Her groans became uneven and shaky as she shook against your cunt, letting out vulgar words under her breath. “Oh,, fuck..” she mumbled, leaning over to kiss you which caused your leg to ride up. She pecked at your lips as you kissed her back passionately, wrapping your arms around her head. This is just what the two of you needed after countless stressful days of keeping the farm intact.

“I love you.” Ellie whispered in your ear after putting the both of you in a more comfortable position, her head on your chest.

“I love you, too, El.”

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dankpunks · 1 year

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Bruises — Ellie Williams

Summary: Ellie comes home battered and bruised and you’re the one to patch her up.

Placement/background: Ellie and the reader share a small house in Jackson for the last couple years.

Warning(s): pre-established relationship, mention of injury’s, mention of fear and discomfort, badly hurt!ellie, caretaker!reader, mention of brief nudity, pure fluff, some smooching, wlw.

authors note: This is kinda like salt on a wound ngl but sometimes we just need a bit of that sting dw you get lots of fluff with it<3 LIGHTLY proofread

reblog’s and feedback would be much appreciated!!<3

You’d hear the soft creek of the rusty front door as you made your way around the kitchen the soft glow of the street lamps streaming through the open windows in the living room.

Rinsing the suds off the small pan you had used for dinner that night you’d peak your head around the corner of the kitchen catching a glimpse of Ellie struggling to pull off her pack as her once tan tank top was drenched in red. The smile dropping from your face as the loud clink of the pan falling into the sink filled the air.

Rushing over to the injured girl without a second thought you’d pat your hands dry on your ratty t-shirt as a gasp fell from your lips.

“Els— what happened”

your words barely a whisper but filled with panic griping onto the girls arm to gently tug her onto the worn down couch you’d push her shoulders slightly to have her sit. Drooping to your knees in front of her you brushed your hands over her blood stained cheek trying to get her attention.

“oh baby..”

you’d hum softly seeing the freckled girls soft eyes meet yours but remaining silent. She didn’t need to speak you could see the pain and fear in them silently begging to be helped as much as she didn’t like to admit it.

Letting out a deep sigh you let your shoulders slump hating to see her like this battered and bruised but this time felt different she looked completely lost— broken.

Getting to your feet again you leaned over placing a soft kiss onto the top of Ellies head letting your lips linger there for a couple moments.

“I’ll be righ—“

before you could finish your sentence Ellie gripped onto your wrist her fingers digging into your skin but not hard enough to hurt. Your brows furrow watching her carefully she looked up to meet your eyes before her voice broke through the silence.

“Please- please don’t leave.”

Her voice sounded strained almost pained as she stuttered over herself. Her eyes were glazed over her fingers on your wrist slightly trembling as the moments passed. You felt the strings tug at your heart as you heard it making you close your eyes briefly and inhale through your nose to try and calm your thoughts.

You’d give her a small nod before tapping your fingers on the hand that was wrapped around your wrist slowly having her fingers intertwine with yours. You’d tilt your head slightly giving her a small smile as you pulled her up with you careful not to hurt her more.

Slowly making your way to your shared bathroom Ellie trudged behind you quietly arm still outstretched behind you as to lead the way for her. Making it into the small space you kept your hand in hers turning so you were facing the freckled girl her eyes not quite meeting yours until you raise your hand to lightly touch her chin lifting it to press a small kiss onto her nose.

You’d pull away slowly trying not to make to much sudden movements so you wouldn’t cause the injured girl in front of you any discomfort. Fingers still lingering together you reached over to the faucet of the tub with your free hand turning it on and dipping your hand under the running water to feel the temperature before dropping the plug to fill the tub.

Ellie would let out a soft whimper as you let go of her rough hand the lose causing her to look up at you with pleading eyes.

“I know baby— i’ll take care of you.”

You’d say quietly bringing your hands down to the hem of her tank top peeling the blood soaked material from her wounded body. You’d inhale sharply as you saw the multitude of small gashes and bruises littered over her skin; you would alway tended to her wounds when she had a hard day on patrol but this time.. this time felt different.

Dropping the tank top to the ground you slowly let your eyes travel over the wounds trying to get a grasp on what she needed. You’d slowly unbutton her jeans sliding them down her legs as you hunched down to help lift each of her ankles to get them off completely before letting your hands slid up the soft skin of her thighs. You stood up again pushing the thin material of her underwear off her hips so they pooled at her feet having her carefully step out of them.

Sighing quietly the only sound in the room was the rush of the water coming from the faucet causing you to glance over at the half full tub. You’d turn off the running water before looking back to your timid girlfriend intertwining your fingers again you nodded your head over to the tub.

“I’m going to need you to step in for me, love. Slowly please..”

You’d help her step in hearing a soft hiss fall from her lips as the water washed over her open wounds. You felt her fingers press tightly against yours as she sat further into the tub a small sigh of relief escaping her as the warm water loosened her aching bones.

Lifting her battered hand to your lips you left a lingering kiss to the skin causing the freckled girl to give you a weak smile.

“i’m just going to get a clean rag, bug. I’ll be one second.”

“Mm— o-okay.”

Ellie’s voice was raspy, soft but broken. She’d give you a small nod giving your hand a tight squeeze before dropping hers into the warm water.

You’d rummage through the small cabinet pulling out the first aid kit along with a soft cotton cloth placing the kit on the counter top before dropping to your knees and shuffling closer to the tub.

Dipping the clean cloth into the bath water before ringing it out slightly bringing the cloth up to Ellie’s cheeks. You’d lightly run the cloth over her freckled cheeks causing the girl to wince as you went over a dark bruise coming in on her cheekbone. You lean closer to the girl inspecting the cut under her eyebrow dabbing lightly over it to get a clearer view seeing that it wasn’t deep enough to need stitches.

After the skin of her once stained face was clean you’d press your lips lightly onto her jawline feeling Ellie’s body relax a bit more into the feeling. Keeping her eyes closed she’d pull her legs up to her chest resting her chin on her knees as her lanky arms wrap around her legs.

You’d rinse the cloth in the water again before softly drag the cloth down her scared back causing Ellie to groan as her fingernails dug into the back of her calves not enough to brake skin but enough to ease the pain of the water through open wounds.

“s-sh bug i know it hurts.. here—“

You’d reach out your hand pulling her fingers away from digging into her skin intertwining your free hand with her rough calloused ones.

“hold onto me okay? squeeze as hard as you need.”

A warm smile spread over your lips as Ellie gave you a small nod holding your soft hand between hers tightly. You’d manage to rinse off all the blood on her pale skin tossing the dirty cloth into the sink behind you to wash later.

Sitting up on your knees before you’d reach over to the small handheld shower head and turning on the faucet testing the water temperature. Ellie would be quiet watching your every move, her head remained foggy as the soft hums you let out soothes her worries.

You’d lightly tap Ellie’s chin so she tilted her head up higher letting the shower head come closer to her head you carefully soaked her hair rising any of the grime that might have tangled through her roots. Lowering the shower head and turning it off you reached for the honey scented shampoo that the two of your shared before lathering some in your hands.

Running your soapy fingers slowly through her tangled hair letting them rub at her scalp causing Ellie to moan out softly at the feeling. You could feel the slight sag of her shoulders as they dropped in comfort and bliss as a smile tugged at your lips glad that she’s feeling more relaxed.

As you finished lathering the freckled girls hair you reached over to the plug of the tub having it drain slowly. You’d raise the shower head again to rinse out the shampoo, small hums of content falling from Ellie’s parted lips as you made sure the water stayed out of her eyes.

“Thank you baby..”

The words startled you for a moment growing use to the quiet atmosphere but welcoming the words nonetheless. The green eyed girl would look up at you as you grabbed the fluffy blue towel that was hanging from the door with the most adoring eyes, she was truly head over heels for you.

Ellie stood up slowly from the tub while you wrapped the towel around her small but strong frame her standing a tiny bit taller then normal from the height of the tub.

“Anything for you, bug. I love you.”

You’d lean in whispering the three little words that always had Ellie’s head spinning. She’d be the one to close the gap pressing her soft lips to yours while raising her hand to rest on your cheek. She’d pull away slowly resting her forehead to yours her breathing hitched in her throat as she tried to saviour the moment, saviour you.

“I love you, darlin’.”

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fluff #tlou #tlou ellie #the last of us #tlou x reader #ellie williams x y/n #tlou fluff #wlw #fluff #*writing #tlou2 #tlou2 fluff #tlou2 x reader

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facioleeknow · 11 days

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Hi ele! Ive been following for a while but haven’t sent any requests. Sooo, im here with one:

Dom!Husband!Hyunjin x Sub!Fem!Reader

Reader and hyunjin were cuddling, until things started to get heated.

Tysm!

First but not last ° Hwang Hyunjin

You're needy, really needy so Hyunjin decides to haul you on top of his lap and let you take what you want.

Wc: 993 Genre: smut, 18+ ONLY

Tw: groping, creampie, unprotected sex, sub reader, dirty talk, riding, humping, first time on top, crying, reader cums quickly, sub space, hints at after care, let me know if I missed something!

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Lazy Sundays with your husband were the best. Laying down on the couch, watching stupid tv shows and cuddling together- your skin on his, his warmth enveloping you. Unfortunately these types of days were very rare. Both of your schedules were very hectic so whenever you had free time you always decided to stay in and bask in each other's presence.

The drama on the tv had been playing for hours, it was an old one that you and Hyunjin had particularly liked and rewatched religiously. Hyunjin's big, warm hand ran up and down your naked back under your t-shirt. It was something he did habitually, nothing new, but there was something about his touch that day. His fingertips sent sparks through your whole body. Goosebumps rose on your back in an irregular pattern. Sweat collected on the back of your neck and your breath was shallow. It was impossible that your husband hadn't noticed but he remained focused on the tv.

Your panties had begun to stick to your core uncomfortably and not even the squishing and rubbing of your plush thighs did anything to alleviate your ache.

When you started to squirm and wriggle, Hyunjin turned to look at you.

“What is it, my love?” his voice and his eyes were sweet as always when he talked to you. A whine escaped your lips, your head buried in his chest.

“Jinnie, I need you,” you whined and panted.

“You need me baby?”

Your lower lip trembled and your eyes welled with tears, it was a pitiful sight, but Hyunjin loved it when you got desperate like this. You nodded.

“Then come get what you want, my sweet,” Hyunjin hadn't even finished his sentence that he was hauling you into his lap and pushing your clothed pussy onto his hard length. Your lips formed an O as you felt him pressed up onto you.

“But I've never…” your confidence wavered.

“It's time you learn, you're a big girl, baby,” Hyunjin saw the insecurity in your eyes, “you're gonna be fine baby, just do what feels good for you and you'll do great,” he reassured you.

You hummed at his words, he never would have lied to you. With that your husband pressed your pelvises back together again, your pussy pulsed and gushed. With small uncertain movements, you started grinding on him, back and forth. His dick twitched in his boxers and grew even harder, a wet patch of precum stained his underwear.

Hyunjin's eyes twinkled with love as he gazed up at you. You were beautiful, like a queen on her throne.

The movement of your hips had started to get more and more frantic, arousal and pleasure clouded your mind.

“Shit, slow down, my love, you're gonna hurt yourself,” his voice was shaky, the proof of the unfathomable pleasure you were making him feel. His hands gripped the juncture between your torso and your thighs, his fingers digged into the flesh of your ass, effectively stopping your movements.

“Hyunjinnie, inside, please, I need you inside, please, inside, inside,” you kept bubbling, your forehead resting on Hyunjin's shoulder. Your husband gently patted your ass and lifted you up and shaky legs to free his dick from its confines. When he finally sheathed himself inside you, a high pitched cry came out of your mouth and he sighed in pleasure. Your pussy hugged him perfectly, your velvety warm walls felt almost comforting to him.

“You can move, baby, try rocking your hips back and forth.*

Hyunjin didn't even have to repeat himself that you started to furiously hump him, searching for your Hugh and your high only. Small ‘huh’s were the only sounds coming from you while Hyunjin threw his head back and panted loudly at your actions. Your slick dripped down his balls and the wet sounds you were making echoed and bounced of the walls.

“My little lover humping me like a dumb puppy. You're making me feel so good, do you feel good, my muse?” Hyunjin's voice was husky and sensual, it went straight to your pussy and made a ring of white cream collect around Hyunjin's girth.

“I can't, Jinnie, I can't,” you whined pathetically.

“Aw, baby, do you need me to touch your little clit? Get it all wet as well? Rub you until you're all sore?” You didn't have to answer, he wasn't looking for an answer. His long and warm fingers found your clit and began rubbing and pinching roughly just how you liked. The pleasure downed all you all at the same time and in an instant you could feel your high approaching. It was one of the fastest and most powerful orgasms you had ever reached, never in your life you had gotten so worked up so fast but then again never in your life had you been on top.

Your humping sped up and Hyunjin knew you were close, after the years spent together you were like an open book to him. The hand that was resting on waist reached under your t shirt and pinched your right nipple, hard. You wailed.

Your high washed over you in mere seconds, leaving you panting and exhausted, but Hyunjin hadn't cum and you had to stay awake.

“Jinnie please, cum in me, please I want it inside, I want to be full of you,” you babbled tiredly. Hyunjin started thrusting into you strongly, you could feel him hit your cervix every time. The pleasure mixed with the pain and you slipped into that dimension where everything is made of cotton and the world feels soft.

Your husband reached your high shortly after you, his cum shot deep into your womb and filled you up to the brim.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you kept repeating. Hyunjin's tired hands lifted up and started petting your hair lovingly, trying to ground you.

“It's all right baby, you're safe with me. Let's get you cleaned up okay?”

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munsonsreputation · 9 months

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steve's dating a girls girl

word count: [3.5K]

warnings: brief mention of homophobia & sexism (not explicitly stated but having regards to)

summary: steve doesn’t get what it means to be a girls girl but after watching his girlfriend stick by his friend’s side he starts to understand and appreciates what it means.

Two teenage girls sit in the back of Steve Harrington’s car. The same two girls he used to babysit when they were middle schoolers, and now who he occasionally gives rides to on weekends when their parents are too busy.

But one of them is crying, brunette hair spilling over the shoulder of her red head best friend who does her best to console her during the short ride to your place.

Steve had tried to calm her down, to get her talking in order to figure out what had upset her so much that Max called him from the mall payphone in order to get him to come pick them up an hour early, but she wouldn’t budge.

Instead, she simply requested for one thing: to go to Steve’s girlfriend’s house. And who was he to deny her that, after all you would know what to do in this situation, you called yourself a girls girl…whatever that meant.

It’s not long before they arrived, the two girls speedily hopping out of the backseat with El still glued to Max’s side as they walked up to your front door. Steve’s spare key, quickly turning into the lock and pushing open, being greeted with the sight of you sitting on the couch painting your nails.

Your eyes dart up to the door, delighted to see your boyfriend here with your two favorite girls, but immediately they fill with worry and heartache at seeing the way El forces a smile on her somber face.

“What happened?!” It comes out rushed, almost desperate.

You quickly cap your bottle of nail polish, striding towards the two girls and embracing them with a hug not caring about your freshly manicured fingertips that are surely smudged now.

El instantly takes up most of the hug, and Max doesn’t seem to mind one bit, clinging to your side as you smooth down the hair on both of their heads before she pulls away and lets you get some time with her best friend.

You can feel her tears soaking through your t-shirt, heavy sobs that leave her back heaving and her breaths shallow.

It tears Steve right in half, seeing her so sad and not knowing what he can do to make it all better. He shuts the door softly, answering for El, knowing she can’t right now.

“Max called and asked me to come get them. When I showed up she was crying, but she hasn’t told me why, just asked to come here.” Steve says gently, greeting you with a kiss to the cheek as his hand comes to soothe El’s back tenderly.

Your brows furrow, looking down at her as she still keeps her face buried. “Hey, you know you can tell me anything, right? You know that I’m always here to listen no matter what, honey.”

Your voice is gentle yet stern, needing her to know that whatever was bothering her was more than valid and she could take as much time as she needed before she felt comfortable talking about it to you.

She pulls away, loosening the hug as her fists came up to wipe away at her tears and nods her head understandingly — she knows you’re always gonna be there for her, that’s why she wanted to come and see you.

You smile a bit, letting your hands come up to grasp her cheeks and swipe away at the stray tears with your thumbs, careful not to tug too harshly on her delicate skin, “Why don’t you sit? I’ll go get you water and some tissues, okay?”

You pat her shoulder, letting Max guide her to the couch as you swiftly head for the kitchen, swinging open the fridge to grab two water bottles. You can feel Steve’s presence behind you, and you don’t blame him for following you and not knowing what to do with a crying teenage girl.

After all, he was an only child.

“Did she say anything else on the drive here?” You murmur, closing the fridge and turning around to see him biting nervously on his thumb as he shook his head.

He pulls open one of your cupboards, retrieving a new tissue box and then looking at you.

“I…I really tried to get her to talk and calm down. Those breathing exercises and whatnot, but maybe I was doing it all wrong—”

He’s panicking as if he did something wrong, which you know he didn’t. If anything, he already did the right thing by following El’s request and giving her space.

You smile fondly, pecking his lips to get him to shut up, which he does so happily. When you pull away, he’s a little more at ease, letting his shoulders relax as you give his chest a pat.

“I’m sure you did great and I’m positive that El appreciates it, but right now she’s really upset and sometimes breathing exercises don’t solve the problem in the moment. But just know you did really good babe, and I’m so glad that you brought her here.”

You give him another kiss before you took the tissues from his hand and head back to the living room where El seemed to calm down a bit. He follows behind you, still standing nearby while you sat between her and Max, offering the brunette the water and resting the tissues in her lap.

She took small sips, gradually draining the bottle before looking at you, “I—It’s about Mike…he made me cry.”

You take a sharp intake of breath, nodding as you’ve been in this predicament when you were her age too.

“Stevie, do you mind running to the store?”

He blinks, nodding his head vigorously because he knows he can do that right. His hands already begin to reach into his pocket as he answers, “Yeah, yeah sure…for what exactly?”

You stand, walking over to him as you explain the long yet very needed list of items.

“Ice cream. Chocolate bars. Frozen Pizza. Popcorn. Coca Cola. And brownie mix.” You list firmly, like he can’t dare to forget anything.

“And twizzlers!” Max adds.

Steve nods, patting his back pocket to make sure he has his wallet, as you mouth “thank you,” to him.

“I’ll be back in twenty.” He promises giving you a peck before he’s out the door and you’re already back on the couch listening as El explains the whole story which confirms your reasoning that Mike is the biggest idiot of all time.

Steve can see the steam coming from the top of your head as you both sit across from Nancy and Jonathan. The way your fists are clenched under the table and how your knee bounces with every word that comes out of Nancy's mouth.

You’re furious, nearly livid as you turn red.

“He’s just awful! I mean just terrible scum on the bottom of my shoe, if I’m being honest. He dehumanized me in front of everyone and just expected me to stand there and take it.” Nancy is in shambles, about to burst into tears any second now.

You can see her hands shake while she retells her pervious shift of her summer job at the Hawkins Post. She’s about to full on breakdown in the middle of Benny’s and you don’t blame her one bit especially for the way she’s been treated so far. It was supposed to be a fun experience; her pursing an opportunity for something she’s insanely talented and passionate about, but now it was the complete opposite.

She shakes her head, groaning as she rests her head on the table. “I thought this was supposed to be a cool summer job. Now I just feeling like submitting my two weeks and quitting.”

You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck that!” You explode, slamming your open palm against the diner tabletop making a loud noise that got Nancy pulling her head back up.

You look her dead in the eyes, saying your words as firm as you can, “Tom and the rest of those men don’t deserve shit from you, not even a two weeks’ notice.”

Nancy swallows and keeps her eyes on yours that don’t even seem to blink for a second, “You’re too good for them, Nance, and I swear to god, I’m not going to let you walk back in there and get treated like that all over again.”

You point your finger towards Jonathan and Steve, looking as determined as ever with your jaw clenched tight.

“You guys are with me on this, right?”

Both boys don’t even dare to take more than a millisecond to respond. Nodding their heads and sitting up straighter than before.

“Yes…yes!”

You nod, letting your hand fall as you reach across and grab Nancy’s, pulling the both of you up and out of the booth, “C’mon, there’s a payphone outside and you’re gonna give them hell.”

“God, I love you.” Nancy thanks you with a relieved smile letting you charge the way towards the outside of the diner.

Steve bites back a smile, patting the top of Jonathan’s palm and tilting his head towards the door. “Let’s go dude, you’re up next.”

The bed feels too empty, and he was way too much of the blankets over his body, so it’s no surprise when he peeps his eyes open that you're nowhere to be found.

He can see the light from the living room protruding from under the door and faint talking. It’s probably your insomnia again and not wanting to wake him up, but he goes to check on you, anyway.

“It’s gotta be in here somewhere,” you mutter, flipping harshly through the worn textbook pages.

Max groans, flinging her head back on the couch swiping her notebook off her lap. “We should just give up. Let’s face it, I suck at history and I’m gonna fail this stupid midterm.”

From behind the dim corridor, he can make out the stacks of paper scattered across the floor and the coffee mugs that are still steaming on the table.

It’s really late…too late for Max to even be over at this hour when she had school in the morning, but it must be for a good reason.

“You’re not stupid, Max.” You claim, slapping the textbook shut and sitting crisscrossed in front of her.

She sulks and sighs like she presumes you’re lying, but you aren’t.

“You’re so smart and just because you struggle doesn’t mean you’re stupid. I mean look at you,” you gesture at her with a smirk, “you know so much about skateboarding, Dig Dug, and you even know how to drive shift—”

“Wellllll, I almost crashed,” she retorts with a raised brow.

You both share giggle, covering your faces as she goes on about how driving shift was only for people who could multi-task. And Steve stifles his laughter behind a fist he’s biting down on because he doesn’t want to ruin the moment.

You grab her hands and give it a squeeze. “You’re smart, Maxine — whether you want to believe it or not, you’re insanely smart. And no matter what grade you get on the midterm, it’s not gonna define you. Got it?”

She grins, closing her eyes as she gets up and wraps you up in a hug before pulling away and rubbing her hands together.

“We’re gonna find this stupid textbook page and I’m gonna ace that stupid quiz.”

Steve watches in adoration, the both of you beginning to shuffle through the bulky books once again. He’ll be sure to cuddle you extra when you finally come to bed and he’ll grab Max her favorite donut, before he takes her to school in the morning.

“You don’t find this…weird?” Robin urges while her fingers pull on themselves while you sweep some blush over the apples of her cheeks.

“Nope!” you say, popping the ‘p’ and giving her a reassuring smile.

Steve never thought he’d see you in your prom dress again, the same prom dress you had worn to the prom he took you to. But it’s for a good reason. You’re going to prom again, but this time with Robin.

“Do you find this weird?” She directs the question to him, looking up through her lashes to where he’s sitting across the kitchen table watching.

He purses his lips and shakes his head no, looking as nonchalant as ever as he watches his girlfriend continue the makeup on his best friend’s face.

“I think it’s perfectly fine…what’s the difference between guys taking girls to prom?”

Robin scoffs because she knows she has had this conversation with Steve time and time again.

“A girl taking another girl to prom is like social suicide in our town! Have you met Jason Carver? He’ll probably try to put me into conversion therapy if he sees me on the dance floor with her.”

You frown, withdrawing your hand away from her face while you drop the brush onto the table. It’s a terrifying thought that someone would have to hide who they were because a bunch of people didn’t want to accept that girls could like girls and boys could like boys.

If it’s terrifying for you, you can’t even begin to imagine what it’s like for Robin. Having to hide who she was in order to protect herself against a bunch of grade A asshole.

But you’d be damned if she was going to miss out on her one and only prom night because of them.

Your forehead creases as you begin to speak. “He’s an idiot and if him or anyone thinks that there’s something wrong with you because you like girls then that just shows how close-minded he really is.”

Robin feels like the sister you never had, which is ironic because she and Steve pretty much act like brother and sister. Always bickering and poking trouble at each other, but when it comes down to it, they’re always there for one another.

“Yeah, but what if they try something?” She reveals with uncertainty, “You know, pour punch over us while we’re dancing or make some crude comment—”

Your hands hold her face, not caring that you’re messing up her foundation, but you just knew she needed to hear this.

“Just breathe, Robs…relax, it’ll be okay.” You breathe with her, letting your hands fall from her cheeks to her shoulder as she begins to calm.

“No one is going to hurt you. I’ll stick by your side the entire night and I swear to God if someone tries anything I’ll be throwing the first punch before they can touch you.” You promise, gripping her shoulders reassuringly.

The protective side jumps out of you when it comes to people you love, but your heart has a special place for Robin. Out of everyone, Robin hates confrontation, and so do you, but the only difference is Robin hangs her head low and is the bigger person, walking away and not wanting to escalate it.

You’re the exact opposite of that, so when you heard that Robin was getting teased for not having a date to prom but not wanting to go with a guy, you didn't hesitate to volunteer yourself to accompany her. Prom is something she’s been looking forward to, and you weren’t going to let anyone ruin that for her.

You swallowed, giving her a comforting smile as you pour your heart out to her because she deserves to hear it.

“You deserve to go to this and have a blast without feeling like you’re a problem, because you’re not. You’re human like everyone else and if they have a problem with whom you show up with, then they’re. the. problem.”

It’s a genuine smile, her eyes glazed with a layer of tears she’s struggling to hold back. Her lips are quivering and you can feel her blood run warm under your touch.

“I’m trying really. really. really hard not to blink because I don’t want to mess up my mascara.” She chokes, biting her lip.

You gasp, reaching over the table for Q-Tips as you gently press the cotton into the inner corners, demonstrating for her to blink as it soaks up the salty tears.

The two of you are laughing now, having Robin make a comment about how she was already crying like a baby and the night didn’t even begin yet.

“You’re the bestest,” she declares, chuckling tenderly as you gently swipe the swab over her waterline collecting the remainder of tears.

Being careful, you press a light kiss to her cheek, “You’re the bestest of the best because you’re taking me to prom…making me feel young again!” you quip, nudging her arm with your elbow.

Steve finally speaks, scoffing as he begins to get up and head towards something in the living room, “We’re only two years older than her,” he calls out behind him.

“Yeah…old.” Robin replies with a snort while you shake your head and stifle your laughter.

He comes back not even a minute later with the polaroid camera in his hands. “Shut up and pose for the camera, Buckley.”

“Cheese!”

Safe to say, he captures all the behind-the-scenes photos of you two getting ready for prom. Even makes the both of you do those corny poses and proceeds to label each one with prom ‘86 while he waits patiently in the parking lot for prom to end.

It’s a party. A big self care, junk food, Madonna blasting party.

The video games were long abandoned in the Wheeler basement as the boys couldn’t stand to hear the singing and especially the dancing coming from above them any longer.

They felt like they were missing out and they sure were.

“Are the face masks really necessary?” Dustin grumbles standing in the middle of the living room looking less than pleased.

Erica smirks wickedly, bowing her head as she turns over her shoulder where you’re doing something with El’s hair — weaving glittery strands of neon hair within the roots.

“So are the tinsels, so hurry up and get in line.” Erica demands popping open the jar of clay mask mixture.

Steve’s pretty much accustomed to all of this, beside the glittery tinsel. You and him have self care nights once a week and it’s pretty relaxing if he does say so himself so he doesn’t mind that he’s the first one to step up and get his face lathered in the detoxing mask.

By the time the shimmery green tinsel is nested in his hair, El and Max take over your job having too much fun yanking on the guys hair and making their Friday night miserable.

You and Steve are cozied up on the recliner, watching the movie play over the slight hisses and curses of the kids. It isn’t long after that Steve spots a tiny figure lingering in his peripheral.

He sits up, looking closer as they come more into the light, “…Oh, hey, Holls.”

She’s wrapped up in her favorite blanket, the thick fabric nearly weighing her down as she waddles closer. You shift against him, smiling as you wave over the girl. She approaches you both wearily, not knowing if she’s allowed to be up this late.

“Did you have a bad dream?” You propose gently, brushing a stray hair behind her ear as she shakes her head and lowers the blanket from where it’s covering her mouth.

“Nuh-uh, just couldn’t sleep.” She replies sadly, wiping her tired eyes because though she’s only five, she knows how precious sleep is.

You pout just as wistfully, standing up and offering her a hand, which she gladly takes.

“Wanna put some pretty tinsel in your hair?” You suggest, showing her the strand of pink that is in your hair. She looks amazed, like you have superpowers and she desperately wants the entire rainbow scattered all over her head.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in bed?” Mike retorts, sneering over at Holly as she furrows her brows, giving him a mean mug that shows she’s less than intimidated by her older brother.

Steve whistles sharply, snapping his fingers, “Shut it, Michael. Don’t you have some zits to be treating?”

Mike doesn’t try to rebut, instead rolling his eyes and crossing his arms like an upset little boy put in timeout. Steve thinks this is what he gets for making El cry like that a few days ago, and he’s not sorry one bit.

Nancy reaches forward, rubbing her little sisters back affectionately, “You can stay up but just as long as you don’t tell mom and dad, alright?”

The girl beams widely, feeling more awake than she has been for the past hour. “Kay!”

It’s a sight, watching you carefully weave the rainbow strands of tinsel throughout her head of hair. It’s only a matter of time before the girls created their own little circle within the living room gushing over Barbie dolls and everything else while the boys just sat and watched.

But Steve is doing way more than watching…he’s admiring. Especially you. The way you make all his friends feel comfortable, but especially the way you make all his female friends feel loved and appreciated.

He’ll never really fully understand this whole womanhood thing, but he knows that it’s special. The bond you have with them means everything to you and your friendships that you have with each and everything single one of them is special.

It a girls girl world and he’s just living in it…he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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a/n: i saw the Barbie movie a few weeks ago and it completely broke me down into full tears at the movie theater. i had this concept of a girls girl fic/blurb for a while but just needed more inspiration to get it done. it's not easy being a girl then following that up by going through womanhood -- there are so many complex things about it that i cannot even begin to go on about rn because i'll probably cry. i just hope you know that im incredibly proud of each and every single one of you. it's okay to cry and be vulnerable. feel things for what they are and take the time to understand where they are coming from. be there for the people you love and be kind to the people you meet in passing. take the time to enjoy life and reflect on how far you've come. and in the wise words of Dr. Taylor Alison Swift, "So make the friendship bracelets, take the moment and taste it. You've got no reason to be afraid."

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kurosaaki · 1 year

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hi lovely! can i request morning sex with ellie in your new house at the farm :))

MORNING BLISS — ELLIE WILLIAMS

SUMMARY: ellie wakes you up the best way she knows ;)

WARNINGS: smut— fingering + oral sex (yes. at the same time), dom!ellie, sub!reader, scissoring, praising, edging, teasing. not proofread.

TAGS: @elliephobic, @anchoeritic , @pscltlou , @shesluxurious , @icedcold , @elliesstar , @evanpetersluver

A/N: i loved writing this request !! it’s also kinda similar to this one. but no one interrupts them this time lol. farm ellie is daddy. as always, support is appreciated !!

it had been 3 months since you and ellie moved in together.

you were not someone who liked routine life very much. you were not at all attracted to living in a constant "loop", as your adventurous spirit always wanted something new every day. and that was something that your girlfriend also shared with you.

you both liked routine but in your own way. no day was ever the exact same as the one before if you were with ellie, and you knew that from the second your eyes met hers years ago.

nothing would ever be routine again with a girl like that in your life. ellie came to turn everything upside down, to make you live every day something different without losing that feeling of safety knowing that everything, at the end of the day, was going to end well.

of course, every day was going to start out great every morning living with her.

she was lying right next to you, one arm around you as her palm sailed caressingly around your waist, moving dangerously down to your hip, fiddling with the hem of your panties, and then back up again to your waist, immediately sending shivers down your spine the moment her lips began to kiss the crook of your neck.

"e-ellie...?"

"g'morning, babe" she sweetly whispered, placing tiny little kisses on your bare shoulders "did i wake you up?"

you nodded, with your eyes half closed still, although you had no idea if that was because you were still sleepy and sensitive to the faint sunlight that dimmed the room you shared or if, on the other hand, it was her touch that was relaxing you just enough to make you close your eyes and focus on feeling her soft lips on your back and her hands on your hips.

"awh...i hope you don't mind it" you could sense her cheeky smile by the tone of her voice, "i missed my pretty girl"

"actually, i do mind it, els" you playfully contradicted her, sounding terribly serious as you tried not to lose your mind when you felt her caress your thigh.

"yeah? and what can i do to make you forgive me?"

you finally turned around, only to find out that ellie was shamelessly looking at your body before your eyes locked with hers. her green eyes unconsciously scanned your lips while her hand traveled dangerously close to your inner thighs, automatically making your hips jolt when you felt her fingers grazing your clothed clit.

"maybe this, hm?"

you could only close your eyes again as her two fingers circled slowly on your wet core, the arousal between your thighs growing rapidly as your sweet whimpers tried to escape your throat, only to be cruelly stopped by your sealed lips, in an attempt to not be as loud as you would actually be.

you unconsciously opened your legs wider as your hips matched the rhythm and movement of ellie's fingers, trying to seek even more pleasure and taste more of her fingers against your wet clit.

"fuck, (y/n), you're so wet" you heard ellie groan, knowing she was also getting aroused just from seeing you melt under her touch without even having her fingers inside you yet "do you want my fingers inside you, hm?"

you nodded frenetically, which apparently didn't seem enough for your girlfriend, as she just smirked and asked you again.

"i said," she eventually stopped circling your clit to make you notice her "do you want my fingers inside you?"

"yes! yes!" you breathlessly whispered, desperation and excitement running through your veins as you felt ellie's hand slip into your panties and her middle finger go up inside you, deep stretching you out "fuck, ellie"

"you see?" she began to thrust her finger inside your pussy, listening to the melody of your soft cries, while her mind was clouded thinking of all the things she wanted to do to you "i want you to say it. y'know i'll give it to you if you ask nicely, baby"

her name escaping from your lips when she slipped her other finger echoed in the walls of your bedroom, drawing a smile on ellie's face. that was the only sound she wanted to hear for the rest of her life. nothing made her feel like that. each time your voice shaped her name when you were filled with pleasure because of her, a flame grew inside her. each whimper was gasoline for the fire she had inside her, wanting to become fiercer until it felt like it was burning her.

her fingers slowly moved in and out, finding that sweet spot inside you and moving her fingers in a "come hither" motion, causing your legs to tremble and your hands to tightly grip the white sheets of your bed. the walls of your insides were tightening up against ellie's fingers, a sign she knew meant that you were getting very close to the edge.

"are you getting close, baby?" despite her sweet tone, her movements were nothing but sweet. her fingers were practically making you tremble each time they touched that spot, "do you wanna cum, hm?"

"yes, please!" you could barely speak at that moment, "please, ellie!"

"such a good girl f'me"

while her words made you think she was going to give you what you craved, her actions showed the complete opposite. instead of keeping the pace of her movements, she gradually stopped, making your hips move in a desperate search for touch until she finally removed her fingers.

"shh, don't worry" she reassured you after seeing the frustrated, annoyed look on your face, "i'll make you cum harder like this"

without you even realizing it, clouded with so much pleasure flowing fast through your veins and feeling the fire in your belly growing more and more, ellie got up from the bed and grabbed your legs, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed and into her face.

before you could glance over to where your girlfriend had positioned herself, she took your panties off and slid her index finger over your wet pussy, covering her finger with your slick juices, immediately causing you to thrust your hips against her touch, earning a vicious laugh from her.

"awh, someone's eager" she teased, gently rubbing her fingertips along with the movement of your hips. your cheeks were burning, the air entering your body felt as hot as fire in a desert and your face showed the impatience you and your body felt. every time her fingers grazed your swollen clit, a muffled moan came out of your lips, "s'okay, i got you"

her two fingers went back inside you for a second time, gently playing with the sweet spot that made you writhe in pleasure. your hands squeezed the bedsheets harder, just seconds before ellie wrapped her free hand around your thigh and began to lick your clit. you whined in pleasure as her tongue lapped on your pussy, hungrily covering her lips and face with your fluids as if she was devouring you while her fingers brought you closer to ecstasy.

you could only repeat her name like a prayer, immediately throwing your head back on the pillow whenever you tried to look down. her eyes were closed, completely focused on moving her tongue, licking your clit while her fingers were working you up. you could even see the veins on her forearm popping up as she flexed her fingers. the hand she had gripping your thigh squeezed you to keep you from slipping away from her, just as if she didn't want to let go of her prey as she devoured it ferociously like a hungry animal.

you felt the tight knot in your stomach about to snap, as it got harder for ellie to curl her fingers now that your walls were clenching around her, trapping her fingers while your orgasm was about to come.

"fuck" she mumbled between each lick and thrust of her fingers in you, "so tight f'me"

"oh, ellie! please, please!" you shout as the wave of pleasure got closer to washing over your body.

"c'mon babe, lemme taste you" she encouraged you, raising her lust-filled gaze briefly to watch you squirm in pleasure as you called out her name "gonna be a good girl 'n cum for me, yeah?"

"fuck, ellie!"

your back arched as you felt her fingers touch your weak spot again, and your legs quickly began to tremble, a sign that you had already reached the peak of your ecstasy and that knot in your stomach untied, breaking into pieces and whipping you hard, leaving your body weak after that shattering orgasm.

you felt ellie's fingers leave your sensitive pussy, earning another whine from your lips. the green-eyed girl brought her two fingers into her mouth, sucking them slowly as she watched you from below. in her eyes you could still see how she couldn't get enough of this.

"taste so good" she got up and sat on the edge of the bed, admiring your naked body and your tired, still sleepy face. ellie's breathing was ragged and she could barely take her eyes off you. "you okay, babe?"

ellie wanted so much more of you.

and you did too.

"y-yeah" you nodded, attempting to steady your breath. you moved closer to where she was and she couldn't help but kiss you as she could still sense how aroused you were.

you deepened the kiss by placing your hands on her cheeks, drawing your girlfriend closer to you. her lips devoured yours and you tried your best to not moan her name between each kiss. her hands roamed your waist at the same time you tugged at the hem of her shirt, eagerly trying to take it off.

ellie realized what you wanted to do and didn't hesitate a second longer. she broke the kiss, and you were finally able to remove her shirt, throwing it away from where you were standing. you pressed your lips together again, this time in a sloppier kiss, seeking to drown each other in each kiss and touching each other as if it was the first time you did. impatient, eager, and craving the feel of each other.

"ellie" you breathed, as she drew kisses down your jaw "i want more"

she let out a muffled laugh, returning to kiss your lips for a moment again.

"you want more?" she asked, though she knew already the answer. you nodded, eyes filled with eagerness and feeling the warm coil forming in your lower stomach again "does my pretty girl want more, hm?

ellie quickly got rid of her underwear and in the blink of an eye, she spread your legs, bringing her body closer to yours. she put her leg over your left thigh. you move your body a little bit more toward hers, just enough for you to let out a gasp the moment your pussies touched, pressing against each other.

you let out a moan as you felt shivers running down your spine, arching your back slightly.

"you feel so fucking good" she threw her head back before holding your other leg and begin rocking her hips against yours "'this what you wanted, baby?"

"fuck, yes!" ellie continues the slow, but steady movements of her hips, always keeping in charge of guiding your movements with her own. she starts slowly at first, enjoying the feeling of your wet clits rubbing each other. "feels so good, i can't-"

"hold on a bit longer f'me, baby" she ordered, realizing that you were already dangerously closer to orgasm than before "just keep your eyes on me, m'kay?"

you nodded nervously, as the movements became faster, grinding your hips together eagerly. ellie brings her hands to your hips, gripping them tightly to match your movements. the room is once again filled with, not only your moans this time, but hers as well, along with the sounds your pussies made with each thrust.

her warm hands were now resting below your ribs, holding you as she let you sway your hips smoothly. bringing your sight to ellie's face, you could see how her features glowed in the dim sunlight, watching how the freckles on her face were covered by a light blush as she approached her orgasm.

you felt your vision begin to blur, a sign that you were already dangerously close to touching nirvana, but you didn't want to do it without her.

"ellie, i'm so close"

ellie quickened her movements, squeezing you even closer to her. the pace turns frantic, bringing you both closer to the edge.

"we're gonna cum together, 'kay?" she ordered, her eyes looking at yours, pupils dilatated dark with passion as she admired your body trembling under hers.

"ellie! i'm cumming!"

"fuck, that's it" she whined, "cum with me"

finally, you both reach your orgasm at the same time. she quickly held your trembling body as the second wave of pleasure hit you, muffling your cries on her neck as she also unraveled in your touch.

you both collapse onto the bed, trying to stabilize your shaky breaths. ellie holds your body closer to hers, feeling her warm skin, your head laying on her chest, feeling her racing heartbeats.

"you ok, babe?" she asks you, hiding a cheeky smile.

"yeah" you answer, finally catching your breath "that was amazing"

you heard her laugh echoing in the room you both shared for the past 3 months. you swear you never want to stop hearing her laugh like that when she's with you.

you raised your head and, after a few seconds of staring at her face, you gave her a peck on the edge of her lips and quickly got up from the bed, heading to the door of your room to open it.

"hey!" she shouted, "where are you going?"

"i'm going to take a shower!" you answered, playfully teasing her "you can come to join me if you want”

ellie's eyes opened wide, and she quickly got up as well, following you into your bathroom, you could only laugh at how excited she was all of the sudden.

"i mean, we can always save water together" you rolled your eyes back, "and we can also go for another round, don't you think?"

she managed to trap you in her arms, placing sweet kisses on your shoulders as you tried to turn on the shower.

"you're such a tease, els"

“yeah” she proudly admitted, “but you already knew that, babe”

moving in with ellie was definitely your best decision, and you couldn’t be more sure of it.

"yeah," she proudly admitted "but you already knew that, babe"

moving in with ellie was definitely your best decision, and you couldn't be more sure of it.

#ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #the last of us x reader #the last of us 2 x reader #the last of us smut #ellie smut #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x y/n #ellie x fem reader #tlou x reader #tlou x you #tlou2 x reader

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✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

Miraculous Ladybug

Open My Eyes by buggachat

Adrien smiles as he eats breakfast with Nathalie, smiles as he walks through the halls of his new lycée, smiles as people stop him on the street and tell him time and time again what a "hero" his father was.

(Adrien wishes he could've been a hero, too. He should've been. Maybe then his father would still be alive.)

(But he's surviving. Everyone may be treating him as though he were made of glass, but he can still go through the motions, he can prove them wrong, he can still smile.)

“And you’re… happy,” Marinette spoke carefully, a nervous tilt to her voice, “... right?”

(Adrien has some things to find out.)

the good, the bad, and the power hungry by konan_konan

dim trake ☑ @timdrakeceo・8hr if one more person tweets about #superlex unironically im gonna end it all 391K Views | 200 Retweets | 13 Quote Tweets | 22.1K Likes

j-son of a bitch ☑ @jsntdd・8hr ↳ replying to @timdrakeceo hurr durr these are the consequences of ur actions bitch 201K Views | 109 Retweets | 4 Quote Tweets | 18.4K Likes

or: lex luthor makes bad choices. and then, so does everyone else.

call me cute and feed me sugar by suzukiblu

Tim Drake had absolutely no intentions of ever becoming anyone's sugar daddy when he met Superboy.

This would have worked out better for him if Superboy had ever had an actual legal identity or an actual legal guardian or just . . . literally anything whatsoever in life. Ever. At all.

Just a bank account, even.

how big, how blue, how beautiful by merils

Kon-El is not good with medical settings. One could even say he's quite bad with them. How bad, exactly?

Well, let's put it this way: Very few things in the world can make him scream for Superman to save him.

(Superman will save him. That's what family's for, right?)

Clone Wars

The Kenobi Chronicles by WobblyCat

General Kenobi isn't actually dead. Someone should really tell that to his troopers, though.

Or: The clones under General Kenobi's command have a groupchat dedicated to him. Cody wishes his subordinates weren't so fucking stupid.

SVSSS

Shen Yuan's Forced Shen Qingqiu Redemption Arc by SpicyReyes

The System's OOC function won't unlock all at once - instead, character traits have to be added individually, through quests. This leads to Shen Qingqiu having to jump through endless hoops just to complete enough side quests to unlock the ability to be a decent person - all while avoiding the effects it has on those around him. If only the cheapskate System wouldn't keep changing the cost of point values - he needs to know what the hell Yue Qingyuan told the others about him that makes them all look so sad when he does manage to be nice! He's breaking his back here, can't we just appreciate his work?!

second-hand alibis by nex_et_nox

"All right. I’m in Proud Immortal Demon Way," he says, once he's had a chance to compose himself again. He sits back up, tossing his stupidly long hair back over his shoulders where it belongs; he is totally calm and ready to grill the System for more information. "Who am I supposed to be?" Please please please don't let it be someone who Bingge violently murders. Though given the fact that he's a man in PIDW, his chances are already skewed, and not in his favor. Ugh. [Bound Role: Shen Yuan, Rogue Cultivator. Weapon: the sword Heng Li. Starting B-points: 100.]

or: Shen Yuan transmigrates as a rogue cultivator, one completely unconnected to any canon characters or events. Right, System? Right?

#my laptop broke :(( can i get an f in the notes #i'm using my super old one from high school rn and i am Struggling #my posts #weekly fic round up #fic recs #svsss recs #dc recs #sw recs #ml recs

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marinawolf · 10 months

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an angsty but somewhat cute supercorp first kiss 😚 fic to make the rest of the week better ❤️

Finally (Supercorp)

by marinawolf

Three times Kara wants to kiss Lena, and one time she does.

-the first time she didn't

The elevator doors slid open to Lena's penthouse, and Kara stepped out, holding a bag of take-out pasta in her hands. She had been looking forward to this evening, to spending quality time with Lena, her best friend. With a hopeful smile on her face, she walked deeper into the penthouse, only to freeze in her tracks as she caught sight of Lena in the kitchen.

Lena, still dressed in her work clothes, stood near the counter where two wine glasses had been set out, a bottle of wine in one hand and a corkscrew in the other. Kara's breath hitched in her throat as her eyes traveled up Lena's figure. The black suit hugged Lena's form perfectly, emphasizing her elegant silhouette. The unbuttoned top of her black button-up shirt revealed a tantalizing glimpse of her collarbone.

Lena's hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, emphasizing her sharp features and highlighting the graceful curve of her neck. Kara's gaze traced the lines of Lena's face, the subtle edge of her jawline, and the way her lips parted slightly as she focused on opening the wine bottle. She was captivated by the intensity in Lena's blue-green eyes. Those eyes never failed to leave Kara spellbound.

Unbeknownst to Lena, Kara watched silently. As Lena fidgeted with the corkscrew, her fingers moving with innate grace, Kara's heart pounded in her chest. She was helplessly in love with Lena, and the sight of her like this, so effortlessly alluring, intensified her feelings to an unbearable degree. In that moment, Kara's mind wandered into forbidden territory, as she allowed herself to imagine what it would be like to slip her arms around Lena's slender waist, to press her lips against the soft skin of Lena's neck. But it remained nothing more than a fantasy, a yearning she buried deep within herself.

Suddenly, as if sensing Kara's gaze on her, Lena looked up, and a stunning smile spread across her face, causing Kara's heart to flutter. "Kara," she breathed, "hi." Kara snapped out of her reverie of admiration and smiled back at Lena, holding up the food.

"I got your favourite."

Lena's eyes gaze fell on the bag in Kara's hands, and her smile widened, causing the little dimple in her cheek to show up. That smile always made Kara's heart stop.

"Kara, L'Ultima Cena is in Metropolis! How did you get this?" Her voice carried a hint of awe.

The truth was that Kara had flown to Metropolis to get Lena's favourite pasta just to see that smile on Lena's face. But she didn't dare tell Lena that. With a bashful shrug, she said, "I was visiting Kal-El today, and I happened to pick it up on the way back."

Lena stepped closer, her eyes shimmering with appreciation, and placed a gentle hand on Kara's arm. "Kara, that means the world to me. Thank you."

For a brief moment, Kara considered baring her soul, revealing the depths of her love for Lena. But the fear of ruining their friendship held her back, and she took a step back, distancing herself both physically and emotionally. "Oh, it's nothing, really."

They settled in for dinner, as Lena poured the wine and Kara unpacked the take-out, carefully transferring the pasta to plates. The atmosphere was warm and cozy, yet Kara couldn't shake the undercurrent of longing that pulsed beneath the surface.

As they began to eat, Lena launched into a discussion about work, her brows furrowed with a mix of determination and frustration. "I've been trying to acquire this company," she explained, her voice tinged with a hint of exasperation. "But the board is giving me a hard time. I have a meeting with them later this week, and I'm concerned it won't go in my favour."

Kara listened attentively, always enraptured by anything Lena had to say. She reached across the table, placing her hand gently on Lena's. "Lena, you're brilliant. You'll be fine. And anyway, who can resist Lena Luthor?"

Kara couldn't help but notice that a faint blush dusted Lena's cheeks, though she quickly dismissed it, not wanting to read too much into the fleeting moment. Lena squeezed Kara's hand, a gesture of appreciation.

Their conversation shifted, and Lena's tone turned lighter as she inquired about Kara's romantic life. "So, Alex mentioned that Mon-El has been around a lot. How's that going?"

Kara's heart sank at the mention of Mon-El, her mind filled with the unspoken truth that she longed to reveal. But she composed herself, a smile masking her inner turmoil. "We've been on a few casual dates," she admitted, her voice lacking the enthusiasm Lena might have hoped for. "But I'm not sure if it's what I want."

Lena leaned back in her chair, her expression intense as she regarded Kara. “And what do you want, Kara?”

You, Kara thought I want you. But she didn’t dare utter those words and instead, she shrugged. “I’m not sure.”

She saw Lena’s intensity falter slightly, but Lena quickly covered it up before Kara could really think about it.

"Kara, you'll only know if you try,” she said, taking a sip of wine, “And besides, Mon-El is cute and sweet. He may just make you happy."

Kara's heart ached at Lena's words, knowing that the very thing that would make her truly happy sat before her, just out of reach. She mustered a smile, her voice filled with a touch of melancholy. "You're right."

Kara's steps were slow and reluctant as she made her way towards the elevator, not wanting the evening to end. Every fiber of her being longed to stay, to linger in Lena's presence for just a little while longer.

As she reached the elevator, Lena followed closely behind, their footsteps echoing in the quiet entrance hall. A mixture of reluctance and longing washed over Kara, a whirlwind of emotions that threatened to consume her. Before she could step inside, Lena's arms enveloped her in a tight embrace, their usual goodbye, their bodies pressed together in an intimate closeness.

Kara's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding against her chest. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to savor the moment, to commit it to memory. Lena's embrace felt like home, a place where Kara's heart found solace, if only for a fleeting instant. The soft touch of Lena's face against her neck sent shivers down her spine, and the scent of Lena's perfume filled her senses, intoxicating and enticing.

Reluctantly, they pulled apart, the embrace ending all too soon. Lena's fingers lingered on Kara's arm, and Kara frowned, confused at the lingering touch. She offered a soft smile, her eyes reflecting a longing that she dared not vocalize. As the elevator doors began to close, Kara held Lena's gaze, the ache in her chest intensifying with each passing moment.

The doors sealed their separation, leaving Kara alone in the enclosed space, her thoughts consumed by the desire she dared not act upon. She pressed a hand against her racing heart, her mind flooded with the image of what could have been. She could have closed the gap between them in an instant, but she had stopped herself.

-the second time she didn't

The next morning unfolded in the familiar setting of Catco, where Kara could see Lena immersed in the demands of the office, orchestrating the intricacies of her work. Meanwhile, Kara found herself seated at a desk among other reporters, engrossed in the layout for the upcoming issue. Inevitably, her gaze would wander across the bullpen, drawn irresistibly to Lena's presence. And each time their eyes met, Lena would gift her a smile that sent Kara's heart into a frenzy.

Amidst the buzz of the newsroom, Lena gracefully approached Kara, her steps purposeful yet filled with a tenderness that only they shared. As Lena settled on the table in front of Kara, her touch sent a jolt of electricity through Kara's arm. Clad in a mesmerizing white silk shirt, Lena gave off an effortless elegance that rendered Kara breathless.

"Hello, Kara," Lena greeted, her voice carrying a mixture of familiarity and unspoken yearning. The world around them seemed to fade into the background as Lena's presence enveloped Kara's senses. "Have lunch with me?"

Kara mustered a smile in return, her heart pounding against her ribcage as she nodded. She was usually good at keeping up the facade of friendship, hiding her true feelings, but lately, she found it harder and harder to be in Lena's presence. Every time she set eyes on Lena, her feelings threatened to spill out of her.

They ventured across the street to a quaint café, and Lena surprised Kara by sitting next to her in the booth, instead of opposite her. But Kara knew that it was probably because Lena didn't want to face away from the window. Still, it felt intimate, and did no favours to Kara's heart.

As they settled in, Lena looked at her.

"So, have you decided about another date with Mon-El?" she asked, her eyes searching Kara's face for answers.

Kara's heart sank again at the mention of Mon-El, realizing the painful truth behind her intentions. She replied, "I might go on another date with him, just to see if there's anything there."

The admission hung in the air, heavy with the weight of Kara's unspoken turmoil. She knew she sought solace in the familiarity of a nice guy like Mon-El, an attempt to bury her longing for Lena beneath the guise of a relationship with someone else. The internal battle raged within her, torn between the fear of unrequited love and the knowledge that she was being extremely unfair to Mon-El.

In that moment, something shifted in Lena's gaze, a flash of intensity that sent a surge of hope coursing through Kara's veins. Lena leaned in slightly, her eyes fixated on Kara's lips, a magnetic pull that threatened to close the gap between them. Kara couldn't resist the urge to close that distance between them. But fate had a cruel sense of timing, as the intrusion of the waiter shattered the fragile bubble they had created. The spell was broken, and Kara instinctively moved away, introducing a physical distance that mirrored the emotional walls she had forced herself to put up.

They placed their orders, and as the waiter departed, Kara couldn't help but notice his lingering gaze upon Lena's figure, a surge of possessive jealousy coursing through her veins.

-the third time she didn't

Kara worked late that night, and was the last of the reporters to leave. Noticing the time, she decided to go upstairs and grab her stuff before retiring for the night. She entered the elevator. The doors opened, and her footsteps faltered as she reached the main floor of the now empty office. Kara's heart sank as she stood frozen. There, in the midst of her own turmoil, she stumbled upon a scene that felt like a dagger piercing her heart. Lena and James stood in Lena's office, their eyes on each other. James held Lena's hand in his own, his eyes soft. Her gaze fixated on their hands, a sight that ignited a surge of jealousy she had long suppressed. The luminous smile adorning Lena's face as she looked up at James was a painful contrast to the ache that consumed Kara's soul. She listened, unable to tear herself away and cursing her super hearing, as their conversation unfolded before her, each word chipping away at her fragile hope.

James, his voice tinged with anticipation, uttered the words that sliced through Kara's heart. "Okay, so I'll pick you up at eight tomorrow?" he said, his tone carrying an undeniable sense of excitement. Lena's response, a soft affirmation, reverberated in Kara's ears, each syllable like a dagger twisting deeper into her wounded heart. "Yes, perfect."

As James exited Lena's office, he greeted Kara and entered the elevator, a foolish smile etched upon his face. Kara forced herself to meet his gaze. She mustered a strained smile in return, masking the turmoil raging within her. Her mind raced with questions and doubts.

Unable to stop herself, Kara barged into Lena's office, her emotions overriding any sense of reason. Lena looked up in surprise at Kara's sudden intrusion and greeted her with a questioning tone, "Kara, hey. What are you still doing here?"

Ignoring Lena's inquiry, Kara forged ahead, attempting to conceal her swirling jealousy beneath a facade of composure. "You're going on a date with James?" she blurted out.

Lena's smile remained unyielding as she took a step closer to Kara, their proximity sending a surge of conflicting emotions through Kara's veins. "Of course, you heard," Lena replied, and Kara could swear that her words were laced with a hint of challenge. "He asked, and I said yes. Who knows? Maybe it'll be great. He's a nice guy."

Kara's heart quickened, her senses hyperaware of the charged atmosphere enveloping them. Lena's gaze dipped momentarily to Kara's lips. The allure of that moment, the temptation to lean in and close the distance between them, tested Kara's resolve.

But fear, like an unwelcome intruder, seized control, urging her to step away and regain her composure. With a measured effort, Kara composed herself and forced a steady tone. "Yeah, he's a great guy. I'm happy for you, Lena."

Her voice masked the heartbreak that threatened to engulf her, concealing the longing and unspoken desires that lay beneath the surface. Kara bid a hasty retreat from Lena's office, leaving behind pieces of her shattered heart in her wake.

-the first time she did

Kara spent the entire day in a state of despair, dreading the evening when James and Lena would go on their date. She deliberately avoided Lena, unable to bear the ache in her heart. As the night approached, Kara found herself seeking solace in a bottle of alien alcohol, its captivating blue hue calling to her. She drank alone, feeling a slight buzz as the alcohol coursed through her veins. Thoughts of Lena and James consumed her mind—their hands entwined, the possibility of a kiss at the end of the night, Lena's radiant smile directed at him. Jealousy surged within Kara, the mere thought of James touching Lena becoming unbearable.

In her intoxicated state, Kara couldn't bear the thought of not trying at all. With a mix of determination and impulsiveness, she leaped off her balcony and flew to Lena's penthouse, her heart pounding. Kara landed on Lena's balcony and immediately banged on the door, her emotions raw and unfiltered. Lena, in the midst of putting on an earring, opened the door with a look of confusion etched on her face.

"What are you doing here, Kara?" Lena asked, her voice laced with bewilderment. "Is everything okay?"

Breathless and desperate, Kara looked into Lena's eyes, captivated by the stunning black dress she wore. Her words spilled forth in a rush, "Don't go tonight. Please, Lena, don't go on a date with James."

Lena's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Why not?" she inquired, her tone tinged with curiosity and a hint of challenge. She took a step closer to Kara, their proximity electrifying the air between them, "Why shouldn't I go on a date with James, Kara?"

Struggling to find the words, Kara felt her heart pounding in her chest. Without overthinking, she did what she should have done long ago. In an impulsive move, Kara crashed her lips against Lena's, pouring every ounce of her longing, affection, and desire into that single kiss. It was a passionate, breathtaking moment—an outpouring of emotions that had been suppressed for far too long.

Lena responded immediately, her hands finding their place on Kara's waist, as if they had always belonged there, pulling her closer. Time seemed to stand still. Kara couldn't believe that she was kissing Lena and that Lena was kissing her back, their lips moving in a synchrony.

Lena's lips were a revelation to Kara. The taste of her, a perfect blend of whiskey and sweetness, consumed Kara's thoughts, erasing any doubts or fears that had plagued her. She was lost in the sensation, unable to believe that this long-awaited moment was finally happening.

Every tender brush and urgent press of their lips was an act of longing and release, a culmination of unspoken desires that had silently pulsed between them.

In that intoxicating kiss, Kara found solace and fulfillment. It was as if a weight had been lifted from her heart, replaced by a sense of completeness she had yearned for but never thought possible. The touch of Lena's lips against hers unleashed a flood of emotions she could no longer contain.

Time seemed to stand still as their kiss deepened, fueled by longing and unspoken declarations of love. Kara's hands instinctively sought the contours of Lena's body, pulling her closer. Kara reveled in the moment, her mind buzzing with euphoria, unable to comprehend the sheer intensity of the emotions rising within her. This was real, tangible, and more beautiful than any dream she had ever dared to imagine.

Reluctantly, they eventually pulled away, their breaths mingling in the space between them. Lena's voice, barely above a whisper, broke the silence.

"Took you long enough," she uttered against Kara's lips, a trace of playfulness in her tone.

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hotxcheeto · 1 year

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Hi! Can you do a ellie x fem reader smut and fluff where ellie edges reader to make her lose her mind please thank you love your posts :)

━ 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, smut, fingering ( r! receiving ), oral ( r! receiving ), tribbing, mean!ellie if you squint, rough to passionate sex, ellie edging the reader, mentions of soreness and hickies, established relationship, fluff and romance babes

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!!! I OPENED MY REQUESTS AND FELT SO GOOD AND STARTED WRITING AND MY LIFE PLUMMETED. Ily sm thank you for being patient! And thank you for requesting!!

REBLOGS AMAZINGLY APPRECIATED ily !!!

"Tell me you fucking love me."

You glanced down through a blur of tears and hooded eyes, body sore and covered in glistening perspiration.

"I love you."

You whispered with a broken voice and shaky sound, just the three words passing your lips before a sharp breath ripped through your body.

Head falling back into your many pillows along with your thoughts of ever leaving her arms again, as if you would think that without her between your legs at this moment.

"Fuck Y/n." She whispered. "Again." Ellie then asked, or demanded, but you didn't care, fingernails clawing at her scalp while hers left little moons in your thighs.

You could barely fathom a thought, only Ellie, invading every aspect of your body. Every little fiber of yourself being handed over to your girlfriend.

"I really love you, Ellie."

She sucked hard on your clit, fucking you with her fingers while holding your lower half down with her other arm. Looped around your leg and keeping you close.

"I can't El.." You shook your head, fighting the urge to shut your legs around her head while her tongue swirled around your bud.

"Yes you can.." She muttered, pressing just the lightest kiss to your clit before diving right back in, not giving you a moment to breathe.

You could feel it gathering in your belly and bubbling in your throat. Eyes glossed over and hazy in sight.

"Ellie m'gonna–" Your voice cracked as a little shriek fell from your lips, your release coating her tongue and lips as she took it all in without a complaint. Humming at your taste, sending vibrations through your lower half.

"Oh fuck!" You shook with pleasure as her tongue played with your clit like it was her favorite toy. Watching your every reaction and drinking it all in.

The way your face contorted, and the way your yells died out.

Shivers passing your lips along with little breaths as her mouth slowed. Swirling around your clit again and again until your lower half began to run from her mouth.

"How're you pretty girl?" She asked, pulling away for a mere second before kissing your clit. Her thumb finding its way towards the little bud as your body stirred and calmed.

"El..." You breathed heavily before her finger lightly pressed itself over your already stimulated clit, a small girlish cry leaving your lips.

"Yeah?" She rubbed a little harder, circles and circles that had you withering. "Don't do that..." You murmured, the overstimulation becoming too much as your legs shook around her head.

"Don't do what? Huh?" The back of your hand came over your swollen lips, holding back your cry as her fingers gripped the meat of your thigh. Thumb not stopping its movement.

"You're such a dick–" Her hand pulled away, the build up collapsing around you at the loss of contact that made you shudder in disappointment.

"Don't bite the hand that feeds you babe." You pouted in disappointment, her hand moving from your thigh to clutch your jaw.

"Fuck," She whispered, pressing her sweaty forehead against your own, watching your eyes flutter shut as her wet cunt gilded against your own. Clits grazing one another, a broken whine leaving your lips.

"Ellie.." "I missed you.." She then said, causing your eyes to open once more, pushing towards her for a kiss. Though, she moved, dodging your lips while a laugh filled the room.

Her pace was agonizingly slow, painful even. Inching you closer and closer with little movement, but she was so close it just made you crave even more. Her sweaty body rutting against your own while she stared down at you like you were the brightest star in the sky.

"Please.." Ellie knew, she knew how close you were again, clenching around nothing while your wet pussy only dripped with both her and your arousal. Begging for a release, though she wouldn't let you receive a thing.

She stopped, you whined.

"Shh.. sh, sh," She quieted you with a deep kiss, pulled her hips away while you tried to close your legs at the swollen, aching feeling over your clit, uncomfortably throbbing.

"Stop it or I'll stop." You wanted to cry, but you complied, letting her open you back up while she continued to peck your lips. Then your nose, smirking at your need for her as she'd inch you closer until inevitably pulling away.

"I want to come.." You whispered, so quiet if your girlfriend wasn't right on top of you, she wouldn't have heard a thing.

"Yeah?" Ellie asked, looking at you with more snarkiness than curiosity. Her warm breath fanning your already hot face, damp with both yours sweat her hers and claimed by her lips.

"Mhm.." Her fingers toyed with your hole, feeling you silently pleading for her to enter your cunt.

So close yet so far.

"I thought you said I was a dick?" You shook your head dramatically, drunk on just her body alone, hovering against yours. She smiled at your blown out pupils, you were completely gone and it was all of her doing.

"M'sorry.." "You're sorry?" You then nodded quickly, the girl above you chuckling and grabbing your face, letting it come to complete stop. One finger finding a snug place inside of you, forcing a whimper from your lips.

"You know I love you right?" "Yeah–" You squeaked, inviting her limb in, feeling her pumping in and out, and then she paused. "Please Ellie– feel s'good."

"Fuck... I could hear you say that forever." You felt your face go warm at the sudden look in her eye, or maybe it had always been there, and now you had finally noticed it.

You were so close, wanting to thrust up into her fingers but deciding against your hazed judgement.

"Please El..." Her movements were slow, not even to bring you up only to keep you on edge. "Please what?" "Wanna come."

"Mm." She leaned down once more, her chaste kissed on your purpled neck did so little to soothe the sore skin, but yet felt so nice.

"Please.." It came out so meek, a little whine, a prayer lost in the air and for Ellie's laughter to swallow it up.

"How do you want it?" You felt the air get caught up in your throat when she backed away, looking over your body in the lamp light. Her green eyes scanning every inch of yourself, yet you were so far gone, you didn't even mind.

"I want you." You said quietly, not caring at your vagueness or the strange look that crossed Ellie's green eyes, keeping you on edge as she prodded for an answer in the quiet room.

"Mouth?" You squirmed and shook your head, grabbing her free hand to pull her close. "You." Her fingers being sucked right back into your cunt, pumping in and out slowly, caught up in watching you.

She only stared, like a tourist in awe of the scenery. Like you were a beautiful waterfall in the middle of the desert.

To her, to your girlfriend, you were life and death itself.

"Please.."

Your release was inches away when Ellie pulled back for the final time, one hand spreading you apart.

"Ellie.." You startled, in so much pain and pleading for pleasure, achining for her touch to stay. "Shh, it's alright.."

She laid herself into you, humping your cunt with her own, both of you breathing out a choked moan.

"Fuck, you feel so good." Ellie hummed in delight, resting her forehead against your own as your clits grazed the other again and again. "Ellie.." You cried, head falling back deeper into the pillows you shared, body jolting with every one of Ellie's thrusts.

"Don't stop– please Ellie–" Her caressed your entire face, holding you close to her. "Look at me.." You barely comprehended her words, feeling the coil wounding so painfully tight you were positive you were going to scream.

"Look at me Y/n." You finally fluttered your eyes open, stare wide and attaching to hers. "M'gonna.." "Go on babe.."

You were coming undone even if she didn't mutter those words, your noises filling the room to a brim, flooded by your screams that scraped at your throat to be released.

Squeezing around nothing as she continued to fuck you, swallowing every noise by kissing you.

"Fuck Y/n/n.." Ellie followed, grinding her cunt against your own, both of your juices dripping down your thighs and pussy.

Her hand slipping down between the both of you to draw out your orgasms, rubbing your clit with her fingers. Your entire body squirming and jolting away from her while her other hand kept you perfectly in place.

"Ellie please– I can't–" You clawed at her upper arms, trying your hardest to push her hand away while she smiled, kissing your cheek.

"I love you.." You whispered, Ellie peering down at your nearly closed eyes.

Awkwardness flooding her gut at your words, because even now, after everything in those moments before, she felt weird saying it.

But you looked so beautiful, she didn't care.

"Yeah, I love you too."

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mentalpolaroids · 2 years

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Sounds of sleep

[gif creds @steverobin]

Steve Harrington x female!Henderson!Reader

Summary: Reader and Steve spend a Friday night “babysitting” and they all end up falling asleep in the living room, only, nobody can get any sleep because Steve is snoring incredibly loud... Except for reader, who's completely used to it

Warnings: swearing, implied smut (but not really)

“For fucks sake Dustin, you’re supposed to share the chips!”

“Can you not curse in front of my brother?”

“You’re aware your brother curses more than I do, right?”

(y/n) rolled her eyes even knowing Steve was right.

“Just don’t tell my mom that, she thinks he’s a saint.”

“Copy that.”

It was Friday night, and after a lot of begging from Dustin, who insisted on having the party’s casual sleepover at his house that week, (y/n) was a spilled soda away from regretting not saying no to their mom. Ms. Henderson went to spend the night at a friend’s house and although she was okay with having her son’s friends over, she was paranoid about them being left alone, and the poor sweet woman didn’t have the heart to say no to Dustin’s innocent toothless smile so the only way to put her mind at ease was to ask her oldest child to stay home and take care of them. It wasn’t worth it trying to fight the woman on that, (y/n) was mad about having to cancel her plans with Robin and Nancy, a girls night they had been planning for so long because the three girls were always busy and their schedules very rarely conjugated with each other, but she had the next best thing to make her night less sufferable: Steve Harrington, her best friend and now apparently also Dustin’s best friend, a fact she was still trying to accept.

Not that (y/n) despised how her little brother could so easily steal Steve’s attention from her, she honestly thought it was adorable to see the lady’s man show his soft spot for the kids, she was just still getting used to the fact she no longer could have him all to herself when he was over. But what enraged her the most, in a nice but painful way, was how all of that just added to (y/n)’s growing romantic feelings for Steve.

So, aside the chaos Dustin, Mike, Lucas and Will installed in the house while Max and El looked at them probably wondering how and why they were friends with them, (y/n) was happy to have Steve there with her and for getting to spend time with him, dismissing the fact she would end up sharing him after all.

“Alright, guys, the snacks have to last all night, okay?” (y/n) tried her best to put authority in her voice but the only people who seemed to listen to her were Will, El and Max, “Dustin, you heard me?”

“Yeah, I did, but you could’ve bought more chips, you know?”

“Yeah, well, eight bags was the best I could do.”

“Steve bought ten last time.” Lucas pointed out, earning a non threatening death glare from (y/n).

“(y/n)’s in charge this time so if you shitheads could please do as she says that would be great.” Steve intervened, even though he knew the boys appreciated the effort the older Henderson was putting into their movie night, he knew there was so much his best friend could take from their jokes and teasing before she snapped. He felt bad already for her for canceling her girls night, so he would do his best to make sure she had the best time possible.

(y/n) thanked Steve, a ping of annoyance in her tone, and turned around to go get another bag of chips and prepare the popcorn bowls. The boy followed her to the kitchen to help her.

“You okay?” he asked, studying her unreadable features.

Without looking at Steve, (y/n) answered, “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know, maybe because you had to play babysitter on your only day off this week when you already had plans?”

“You make it sound like it’s torture to look after my little brother.” she chuckled.

“I’m not saying that,” he squeezed her shoulders in comfort and he had to hold back a curse when he felt the built up tension in her muscles, “you were so excited to finally have some free time to be with your friends and fuck, you deserve to have fun and rest once in a while too, you know?”

“And I get to rest tonight, we’re watching a movie.”

“Okay, fine, whatever.” defeated, Steve’s hands kept moving over (y/n)’s shoulders and when he heard her groan, he moved his movements to the back of her neck, “I’m just saying, you don’t have to pretend you’re not tired as hell. I’m here, I can look after the kids for you, I do that pretty much everyday already, it’s no big deal.” he kissed the top of her head, “You can go rest.”

(y/n) sighed. She knew he was right. She had been anticipating that night for so long and now she couldn’t have it. But what Steve didn’t know, and (y/n) wasn’t exactly planning on telling him that, was that his company, just him being there and, oh God, him touching her like that was almost as good, if not better, than her canceled plans.

“You just want the popcorn all to yourself, admit it.” she joked, turning around and pinching his belly. Steve smiled and pinched her back.

“Yup, you got me.”

“Come on,” (y/n) grabbed the bag of chips with one hand and two cans of Coke with the other and waited for Steve to get the bowls of popcorn, “let’s crash their party.”

“Okay so,” Max started, removing the pillow from her head that she was using to cover her ears, “any volunteer to suffocate Steve with this pillow or can I go?”

“He’s annoying even when he’s sleeping.” Mike added, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

“How is (y/n) sleeping so peacefully?” Lucas pointed at the girl serving as a pillow to the owner of the loud snoring that, to everyone’s surprise, didn’t seem to be bothering (y/n) one bit.

They had gotten their sleeping bags, pillows and a ridiculous amount of blankets (y/n) insisted were not necessary ready before starting the movies, agreeing that someone would probably end up falling asleep earlier and it was easier if they all just crashed together in the living room. (y/n) and Steve weren’t planning on going all the way to the end of the movie marathon so they took the couch, but apparently it ended up being way too comfortable, especially with how tired (y/n) was, because the pair were the first ones to get knocked out. And if there was any doubt if they were actually sleeping or not, Steve’s loud snores gave away the answer.

“They sleep together all the time, she’s probably used to it.” Dustin explained with his eyes closed, almost as if he was forcing himself to fall asleep. Silence followed after what he said which led him to open one eye to see why everybody went quiet.

“I don’t remember Steve mentioning he and (y/n) were dating.” Max spoke, “I mean, I always expected to go deaf from hearing him talk about his girlfriend whenever he finally got one.”

“He already talks about her all the time though.” Will added and the others nodded in agreement.

“Oh they’re not dating.” Dustin clarified, but he was well aware both his sister and his friend were dying to get together. Their pining over each other was noticeable to everyone, even the kids, except for the both of them, “Steve just sleeps over all the time and he sleeps in (y/n)’s room.”

“And your mom lets him?” Mike asked, impressed that Ms. Henderson would allow a boy to stay over, and in the same room as her daughter, when he had witnessed his mom flip so many times when she suspected a male presence in Nancy’s room. And he couldn’t forget all the threats he received from Hopper everytime he went to see El.

“(y/n) can be very persuasive, and my mom,” he kissed his fingers and pointed them to the roof, “bless her innocent soul, falls for it every time. And come on, we all know the effect this bastard”, he pointed at Steve, “somehow has on women and I guess my mom is no exception. Like I said, bless her innocent soul.”

“I think they’re cute.” El commented, smiling in admiration as she looked at the way Steve had his head on (y/n)’s shoulder and cradled her arm like a plushie, and her head rested on top of his and her hand was resting on his tight.

“It would be even cuter if Steve wasn’t shaking the roof with those pig noises.” Max complained and layed back down, this time using two pillows to cover her ears.

“Just wake him up.” Lucas told Dustin, who immediately refused.

“No way I’m risking my life waking him up.”

“Then wake up your sister and she’ll do it.” Mike suggested before letting out a long yawn.

Dustin sighed and crawled to his sister. He shook her knee in an urgent way, as if desperate to end the torture that was Steve’s sleeping sounds. (y/n) stirred a bit and snuggled more against her best friend while letting out a lazy What?.

“Steve’s snoring.”

“I know.” she replied, not bothering to open her eyes.

“Wake him up!”

“Why?”

“Because we want to sleep and we can’t!”

(y/n) groaned in annoyance and finally opened her eyes in a roll at her brother.

She carefully lifted Steve’s head from her shoulder and pinched his cheek.

“Hey, idiot.” she called, “Wake up.”

The boy groaned and, like (y/n) did earlier, the only movement he did was snuggle more into her.

“Come on, let’s go to my room.” she patted his tight the best she could considering Steve was still holding onto her arm.

He replied something along the lines of Fine, at least it was what (y/n) could make out from his muffled voice against her shoulder.

The two got up, one a bit less tired than the other, and made their way to (y/n)’s room.

“Goodnight children.” she said with her back turned to them, a tired Steve following her as he waved to the kids, more asleep than awake.

As (y/n) closed the door to her room, she almost jumped at the sound of Steve plopping down on her bed, who groaned with the impact.

“Hey, don’t be taking up the whole bed.” she complained with a smile on her face.

“As if you wouldn’t totally sleep on top of me.”

(y/n) wasn’t sure in what way he meant that, but she wouldn’t deny either option. Not out loud, of course, if there was something she refused to do around her best friend was build up his ego even more. And, of course, let him know that he did have an effect on her. The Steve Harrington effect. But what was so special about her situation was that she knew she got to see a side of him no other girl in Hawkins had, and there was a very specific type of charm Steve had reserved just for (y/n), because no other girl in that cursed town had the same effect on him that she had. They shared a mutual fixation for each other, and whether they acknowledged it or not, it was undeniable.

“I think it’s the other way around, Harrington.”

“I won’t deny that.” Steve turned on his back and finally made some space over the sheets for (y/n) to lay down. But not that much, because he was serious about wanting her on top of him, and he made it known by opening and stretching his arms so she could crawl between them.

(y/n) did so with no hesitation or remark, it wasn’t known if it was her sleepy brain or her tingling heart that made her lay down on his chest with such ease, like it was routine. Which it was. The sensation of Steve’s arms holding her tight, their chests pressed against one another with their breathing in sync, their legs getting more tangled the more time passed, the more they couldn’t get enough of the proximity that always felt too much even when not even a breeze could pass between their bodies.

“Thank you for coming tonight.” (y/n) spoke after a few long minutes in silence.

“You don’t ever have to thank me for coming to the rescue.” Steve readjusted himself a bit so he could turn on his side and face her, “And you sure don’t have to thank me for coming to hang out with you, that’s like, the best part of my days.” he smiled.

“You’re so corny when you’re sleepy.”

“Actually I’m corny all the time,” he kissed her forehead, “and it’s all your fault just so you know.”

“Oh really now?” (y/n) chuckled, hiding her face in the confined space between his neck and shoulder.

“Yeah, really.” Steve smiled widely at the way her breath tickled his skin and he couldn’t help but squeeze her body impossibly closer to his and he felt this urge to kiss her all over. So he started with moving his head down to kiss her on the cheek, then her jaw, neck, until he reached the collar of her sweater and moved back up to her temple, allowing his lips to linger there. For a second he second guessed if that was okay, if maybe he was crossing a line, but then (y/n)’s hand crawled up from between their bodies and held his jaw, her thumb caressing his cheekbone. Steve pressed his face closer to her touch, which led to his other cheek to press against hers and he felt a fiery chill in his chest when he realized how close their mouths were.

They stayed like that for a minute, both waiting to see who would make the move first. (y/n) did, the only thing going through her mind being fuck it, I need him. But before she closed the only inch separating their lips, she met his gaze, confident but nervous enough to not want to ruin anything, so she asked the silent question and a tug at her waist and the way Steve’s dilated pupils stared back at her was the answer she needed.

The kiss started slowly, a testing of the waters, a reality check. Then Steve gently pushed (y/n) on her back and his hands started to explore her hips and waist under her sweater at the same time his tongue passed through their lips. At a bite of his bottom lip, (y/n) caressed his back as she lifted Steve’s shirt and a groan left his lips. Taking a much needed break from the kiss to remove the piece of clothing, the boy looked down at his best friend and did the same to her sweater.

“Is this… okay? Like, should we be doing this?” he asked, his uncertain question not being a match to his actions. His lips attached to her collarbone and his hands crawling under her to reach her back making it hard for (y/n) to concentrate on what he was saying.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“No, no, I want to. Fuck, I want to, just…” Steve looked at her.

“We can talk about it later.” (y/n) suggested, not too worried about the aftermath of what was about to happen. It was something both knew was going to happen sooner or later.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

“Just…” she pushed him a bit, indicating for him to lay down, “stay quiet, you don’t wanna wake up the kids again.”

(y/n) positioned herself on top of him, leaning down to go back to kissing him while her fingers followed the trail of hair from his chest to his stomach.

“I’ll do my best.”

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author’s note: So, this is my debut writing for Stranger Thing, so please go easy on me. I hope I did Steve Harrington justice, I haven’t written in a long time, this is my comeback (and with a new fandom) so this isn’t my best work but I had so much fun writing this and I hope you had fun reading it! Any feedback and (nice) constructive criticism is welcome 🥰

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upsidedownwithsteve · 1 year

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hi babe <3 for modern au could I please request r sitting on Steve’s lap while he plays Xbox or something and she’s falling asleep and then he carries her to bed

Honestly, Steve didn’t play his games often.

He preferred to spend his free time with you, or see his friends outside of work, out of a phone screen, in front of him instead of through a text message. But on the days that it rained, Indiana turning inky and navy with clouds and puddles, he liked to stay indoors, cotton sweats and warm hoodie on, headset over bed mussed hair and his controller in his hand.

You’d usually leave him be, smiling and rolling your eyes as he yelled at his losses and talked shit to Eddie and Dustin, scolding Mike and asking, ‘do you kiss El with that mouth, Wheeler?’

But when noon rolled into evening and dusk settled over the town and your apartment, you’d run out of episodes of Schitt’s Creek to rewatch and your affection metre was running low. It wasn’t like Steve kicked you out of the spare room that he kept his computer and gaming consoles in, there just wasn’t that much room for you to join him in it. His stupid chair took up much of the floor space, his desk holding a too big monitor and games lined the shelves he’d fixed to the walls.

So when you crept in mid battle royale, Steve let his eyes stray from the screen to linger over you, smiling at his old high school hoodie that hung from your frame, your leggings that you’d tucked into fluffy socks. He was all pinked cheek and messy haired, the annoyance of losing to Dustin for the fifth time getting him all worked up and he looked so pretty. And besides, there really wasn’t anywhere else to sit apart from on his lap.

You felt his grin pressed to your cheek as you clambered into him, legs on either side of his hips as you carefully manoeuvred your way under his arms, trying your best to not make him let go of the controller. Steve hummed in appreciation when you buried your face into the crook of his neck, whispering a sweet “hi, gorgeous,” to you as you settled against him.

You hummed right back, pressing a kiss to his neck and snorting when you heard Eddie’s tinny voice through the earpiece of his headset, a garbled cackle and a ‘flirt with me all you want, Harrington, I’m still kicking your ass.’

You didn’t have to look at Steve to know he was rolling his eyes, his arms tightening around you, muscles flexing as he jabbed at buttons in a pattern you didn’t know the significance of. He huffed at his friend, explaining to the group that you were here, like that’s all they needed to know.

The bets commenced soon after, a din of laughter and teasing, each boy insisting on the time that Steve would dip now they knew you were with him. Eddie told him he was whipped, Will booed loudly in the background and Lucas asked if Steve planned on winning a round to at least try to impress you.

Steve ignored all of them, smiling only ‘cause he felt yours against his neck, your soft laughter shaking your shoulders and he planted a row of kisses along your cheek in response, realising how much he’d missed you now that you were in his arms. He felt guilty, like he’d neglected you all day. And when he told you as such, you shook your head and managed to catch the corner of his mouth in a kiss.

“I know, you’re awful,” you told him, trying your best to sound serious. “I’ve been wasting away downstairs, all alone.”

“Poor girl,” he grinned, abandoning his controller in order to tug you closer, one warm hand sneaking up the back of your hoodie, fingers tracing over the bumps of your spine. “Should’ve come and told me off.”

“I’d rather manhandle you and demand attention,” you murmured, cheeks burning when you realised you were speaking too close to the microphone on Steve’s headset, a dulled chorus of gagging noises and ‘get a room,’ yelled back at you.

You huffed but grinned, when Steve told them all off, explosions on the screen garnering their attention once more. You wiggled, getting comfy, nosing along the line of Steve’s jaw, happy when he let out a stuttered sigh.

“Jus’ gonna finish this round, ‘kay?” He asked you quietly, and you knew he’d switch it off mid match if you asked him too.

But you nodded, happy to just be close, smiling at the yells of your friends that could be heard through the headset everytime Steve missed a target ‘cause he was too busy stroking lines over your bare skin to be bothered. And when he finally managed to catch up to Eddie’s character, taking down whatever monster/boss/alien thing it was they were fighting, you were letting sleep tug at you, Steve’s aftershave and the scent of your laundry detergent clinging to his clothes. You barely heard him say his goodbyes, the clamouring of voices that yelled ‘told you so, pay up a Munson,’ as he signed off.

You hummed, sleepy, unfocused as Steve kissed over your hair and cheeks, doing his best to coax you awake before he gave in entirely and stood, arms tucked under your butt to keep you close. You squeaked at the sudden movement, grumbling something that sounded like his name into his neck but you wrapped your legs around him all the same, still just happy to be close as he made his way to your shared bedroom, more than ready to give you all the attention you deserved from him.

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modelbus · 2 months

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I’m obsessed with the way u write Tommy, the witty dialogue is so >>>> lately I’ve been fixated on the drunk MCC video so if you’d like to write a oneshot based on that it would be super appreciated! Reader probably takes beky’s spot so they’re on the same team, and the more drunk they get the more affectionate and distracted they get and the chat is just eating it up teehee

I actually had to hunt down the video because I haven’t seen it… for anyone curious the video is called “Minecraft But I’m Drunk”!

Pairing: Cc!Tommyinnit x Gn!Reader

Flirting Fools

“IM JUST KEN, WHEN I SEE LOVE I SEE YOUR BALLS—“

The cider you were drinking—same one that Tommy had stocked up on—ends up on your monitor rather than down your throat. Whose idea was it to do a drunk MCC again? Oh, yeah, Tommy fucking Innit.

“Why can’t you say hello like a normal person?” You sigh, wondering if Tommy even has his headphones on.

“Y’know, I want to watch the woman movie but my girlfriend insists I see it with her and I haven’t had the chance.” Jack says, speaking up.

“Oh, Jack, you have a girlfriend?” Tommy asks.

“Acting like you aren’t dating someone too.” You say pointedly, giving a deadpan look to your camera.

“Because you’re amazing! The El-Oh-Em-El! Love of my life!”

“Never spell an acronym out loud again.” You plead.

“What’s an acronym?”

Tubbo’s laugh in the background seems more like a cry of help.

“We’re dropping like Fortnite!” Jack exclaims just as the floor vanishes from under you and everyone is out into elytra mode.

“Shit wait we’re playing Fortnite? We playing Fortnite?” Tommy immediately hops on the joke, and you mentally tune him out.

“I love Fortnite!” Jack agrees eagerly. Twenty seconds later, he dies. “I fucking hate Fortnite!”

“I died too.” You inform him, picking up the can of alcoholic cider to take a drink.

“WAIT!” Tommy screeches. “Cheers! Cheers with me!”

You raise your drink to your camera, assuming Tommy is doing the same in his office. Afterward, Tommy slurps his drink far too close to his mic.

“I’m gonna vomit.” Tubbo declares.

“Don’t back down and give up, that’s some shit Kenergy.”

“Guys, I just bought myself a pack of ‘Colon the Caterpillar’ and if we win MCC I’ll open them.” Tommy’s voice announces during the loading between games. Do you know what that means? No. Do you want some? Fuck yes.

“Share. Share? Share?” You ask, taking another sip of your drink.

“Come over babygirl.” Tommy answers you. For a second, there’s a complete pause in the call. “…I’m going to kill myself.”

“What the FUCK?” Jack shouts.

“Tom, Tom— never say that again.” Tubbo pleads, are you’re inclined to agree.

“Maybe just… keep your mouth shut.” You advise Tommy.

“Oh, Jesus, it’s harder to stream when the— when.” Tommy says, quite eloquently.

“Ah, yes, I when the when all the time with you.” You agree.

“We are when the when-ers.”

“Can you two shut up?” Jack asks.

You grit your teeth, groaning when a player kills you, picking up your drink again. Slowly but surely, you’re getting drunker and drunker. So much for not having a hangover tomorrow.

“We’ve literally gotta get this dub guys or I don’t get my sweets.” Tommy reminds everyone. “Why is talking like fuckin’ on extreme difficulty?”

“Is it?” You ask idly, taking another drink just for fun.

“Worse than when I’m kissin’ you and shit.” He confirms.

“Stop making Tubbo and I the third wheel.” Jack pleads.

You grin, laughing. “Nah.”

“Listen to me now! Look me in the eyes!” Tubbo says, his character moving to stand directly in front of Tommy’s. “You’re my best friend okay and we’ll get you through this.”

“Tom, Tommy, Toms, listen to me.” You giggle, moving to stand next to Tubbo. “You are my boyfriend. And I will not get you through this.”

“Okay, fuck, well I gotta listen to you. Sorry Tubbo.”

“Oh.”

“I’m gonna get the coins in the middle!” After his declaration, Tommy sprints to the middle platform and starts mining away at the yellow coin block.

“Jesus fuck, At least wait!” You sigh, shooting a random person.

“Wha— how are you getting them?” Jack agains, laughing wildly. “How is that working?”

“Cause I’ve got backup! My backup’s the best!” Tommy responds, turning in circles.

“You know I’ve always got your back.” You answer.

“Cause you’re cool like that. You got the moves like Jagger.”

“That I do, Tom Simons. That I do.”

“Y’know what? It makes me quiet.” Tommy gives no context, leaving you on your own to puzzle out that he’s talking about being drunk.

“Huh? We literally got plastered that one time and you wouldn’t shut up.” You disagree.

“Well, yeah, ‘cause it was you.”

“What does that even mean?”

“Means I like talking to you, bitch.”

“And you don’t like talking to me?” Jack asks. “Oh, yeah, I see how it is.”

“I got priorities man!” Tommy defends himself.

“Priorities being…?” You question, giggling.

“You.”

“I’ve got to say, I think there’s a huge lack of focus on the team.” Jack says, coughing pointedly.

“I think I’ve got to agree with you Jack.” Tubbo hums.

“Yeah, and it ain’t us Tubbo.”

“The fuck you saying about me and my boyfriend?” You ask, splash potion of harming in your hand. “You wanna fucking repeat that?”

“No no no no— you guys are great! Teen love— TUBBO RUN—“

“Tommyinnit meet and greet on the rocks outside the pier in Brighton at 1am?” Tommy asks. “Any muggers don’t go there though.”

“I’ll go with. Mug both of us.” You offer.

“Yeah, we team that shit. Power of love right there.”

“Love lets people get mugged together?” Jack laughs.

“Not all love Jack.” Tommy corrects.

“Just ours.” You agree with Tommy. “Our love is special, Jack.”

“Oh, it’s certainly something.”

Sands of Time has you immediately frowning at the screen and taking another drink. It’s such a shit game, it deserves to be drank to.

“I went to the bathroom guys and I was just like oh by the way…”

There’s a second where you, Tubbo, and Jack wait for Tommy to finish his sentence. He doesn’t.

“‘Oh by the way’ what?” Jack finally asks.

“Oh— oh, I just stopped.” Tommy laughs. Cackles, more like.

“Oh by the way I’m coming over to your place after?” You ask him.

“Really? We can watch that new movie you’ve been wanting to see, if you want.” He doesn’t even blink at the subject change.

“Works for me. Might be a bit before I sober enough to not get murdered in the streets though.”

“I’ll just come get you, love.”

“You’re drunker than me.”

“I’ll scare everyone off with my many muscles.”

“Do you even have one?” Tubbo asks. “One muscle?”

“Many manly muscles.” Tommy doubles-down.

“I’ll just walk.” You sigh.

“Guys stop calling me ‘daddy Tommy’ I’m clearly a twink.”

“Tom?” You ask.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up, please.”

“Whatever you say!”

<Tommyinnit> Tubbo kisses his cousins

“I do not!” Tubbo exclaims, outrage painting his voice.

“I’ve seen Tubbo bare-lipsing his cousins.” Jack argues immediately.

“Have you?” You ask Jack.

“I’d kiss you even if you were my cousin.” Tommy says to you. “That’s how much I love you.”

“You’d what?”

“No, cause it’s my love.”

“Tom, man, I think it’s time for you to be done.” Jack says wisely.

“Well, no, cause what’s wrong with what I said?”

“So many things. So so many things.”

When you blink your eyes open the next morning, everything is hazy and painful. A throbbing headache makes you immediately close your eyes against the bright sunlight of morning, only for you to try again a few moments later.

There's a weight thrown across your middle; upon further inspection, it's Tommy's arm. Heavy and warm, and also keeping you trapped next to him.

"Tom." You groan, knowing that you need some water and Aspirin. He probably does too, considering he definitely drank more than you. "Tom, please."

He mumbles something, barely relenting his grip on you. It's just enough so that you can stretch across the bed to grab your phone from the charger. There's a few messages from friends checking up on you and Tommy (including a shit ton from Wilbur that you're just going to... ignore...) but you swipe open social media.

Only to immediately close it when you realize that you and Tommy are trending for what happened during MCC last night. Although it could very well also have been from the photo Tommy posted of you two kissing, to be fair.

"Stop moving." Tommy groans, pressing his face into your shoulder.

"We need Aspirin and water." You tell him. "And we're trending on Twitter."

"No." His hold on you tightens. "Five more minutes."

You know damn well five minutes will be ten, then thirty, then two hours, but you relent either way.

"Five more minutes."

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