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CONVENIENCE STORE

ellie williams x reader

『••✎••』 in which ellie self-loathed in her mistake as the weeks pass. you both went back to your regular lives, so will life spare a divine intervention? | WC: 12.0K

🫧 THIS IS A SERIES | FOR ALL PARTS GO HERE

🫧 SERIES MASTERLIST | CH.3 HERE

🫧SHE TOLD ME WATCH THE SNAKES CUS THEY WATCHING YOU! TYSM BABIES FOR THE IMMENSE FEEDBACK ON THE FIRST CHAPTER OMG 🥹!!

🫧description: MODERN AU! DESCRIPTIVE ANGST!, INTRO TO 2 IMPORTANT SIDE CHARACTERS!, latina!reader, descriptions of reader having bronze/tawny skin, mentions of religioius la virgen, a little bit of a abby mention ☺️, mentions of smoking marijuana, talk about about identifying sexuality, mentions of toxic relationships, bff!dina, reader speaks spanish! (very little in this this chapter), dina speaks spanish, reader’s nickname from her close friends is “gatà”, mention of y/n once (___), kissing! love reconciliation, use of pet name (mama).

CHAPTER TWO

oh, how Ellie texted you the morning right after as she woke up thinking about you. the way she grabbed her phone, opened the contact, and began to fly her fingers away in confidence.

Ellie had every intention of contacting you, she genuinely couldn’t get you out her mind as she had already put the lipliner you left her on her nightstand for safe keeping.

just like any regular person with the phone number of who they spent the night dancing with and even ending the night off with a kiss, you would think to text them.

yet, she sat there on her bed slightly hung over but Ellie truly believed that she could’ve been plastered, and she still would’ve remembered meeting you. she had her phone in her hands.

how hard could it be right?

how hard can it be to just type a quick message to the girl she over the moon infatuated with after the first night?

it was alot harder than ellie definitely thought….

Ellie wishes she could say that as she had her phone in her hand, her thumbs got to typing away with ease, and already asking you on a date.

a simple hello could’ve also just sufficed.

still, her fingers wouldn’t move, loosing control. it was like the wiring in her brain had short-circuited; a blank mind being the only thing processed.

in reality, she sat there with phone in hand, staring at the blank blue bubble waiting to be written in.

it had been 2 weeks since the night of the party.

2 weeks.

two weeks.

how did Ellie fuck up this badly?

she wasn’t quite sure, but she had been living in an eternity of pity and grimace since then.

why?

it was because only Jesse’s ass could be spending almost any given moment he has on the phone with Dina while Ellie couldn’t even send you one damn text.

one night Ellie came back from home working late-night at Joel's car-shop.

she was beyond exhausted and the first thing she heard as she walked through her shared apartment with Jesse was Dina's laugh.

Ellie was happy Jesse finally found someone he genuinely likes but it was her own 'pussy-ness' that irked her.

she practically dragged herself to her room in her own wallow but of course, Jesse wanted to greet his best friend.

"hey Els! how was work with y'old man?" Jesse questions, approaching you while still on the phone.

"fucking mute that shit!" Ellie panicked as she whisper-shouted like she was going to be caught or seen. Jesse rolled his eyes before pressing mute on the Face-Time.

"bro what the fuck is wrong with you?" Jesse retaliates, he looked at her like she was wielding a gun around.

"what the fuck! nothing!" Ellie sneers out harshly like as if she wasn't the one causing a scene.

Jesse huffed out but before he could speak, a familiar voice rang through the speaker of his phone.

'Deens! I brought my mom's menudo! your favorite!'

She knew it was your voice, even off one night with you.

she would be able to recognize your voice anywhere.

Jesse watched how you relaxed when you heard her, completely pulled into a trance in a matter of seconds between a phone call that wasn't yours.

"do me a favor—and a favor for yourself, text her for fuck-sake." Jesse sighs out, shutting the door to your room.

Ellie was sure it was too late to try again now.

it was too late all because of her own overthinking.

she was sure it would take a miracle to get another chance with you.

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on your side of things, you felt completely fooled.

when you woke up the next morning and finally was conscious enough to check your phone; just to see your notification box empty.

could you even be angry at Ellie?

you would begin to slightly overthink.

you didn’t know why you cared so much, you were cross-faded half the night and it was just a party….so why couldn’t you stop thinking about her.

you’re not gay…..well…no….ehhh..

you literally felt so stupid as you mentally pondered with yourself. even if it was just drunk you acting up last night.

you remember it so vividly and clearly, there was no way you could try to play this off.

“que piensas, gatà?” Dina huffs out, bagel in hand as she throws herself on her bed right next to you, referring you to the name she's been calling you since 7th grade.

“has he texted you?” you gave Dina this look which Dina reciprocated by arching one eyebrow in case you were trying to insinuate something.

“girl…he called me!” she looked around with an exaggerated look of shock with a hand on her heart causing you to giggle out with her.

you let out a whistle at her playful smugness “‘atta girl!” you were happy that at least one of you got a message back.

"What!? did she not text you?" Dina asks you slightly shocked, Dina did not miss the little kiss you had shared last night.

you didn't even meet her gaze, just twiddling with your thumbs.

"no... but I mean, she was just another person at a party that you have a good—" you rambled, trying to convince yourself more than you were trying to convince Dina.

she quickly cut you off "yeah babe, but that was with men and during all those stupid little breaks that dick claimed were needed." Dina begins. you already know what she was getting at.

"hoe, if you don't look at me."

you brought your eyes to meet with Dina's.

"look I know we made out in 8th grade—" Dina chuckles out which causes you to groan out annoyingly. you throw one of her stuffed animals at her; she caught that shit with ease.

"Dina!" you beam out, you were internally cringing for some reason and felt anxiety bubbling inside you out of the blue.

"babe! you were on gay shit last night. somebody had to say it." Dina could've worded this so much better, but it was Dina.

she was going to put it in the only way your current stubborn self would understand; by being blunt.

you weren't shocked.

you weren't acting as if hearing those words make zero sense to you.

you were confused, maybe slightly ashamed too.

you couldn't quite put a pin in your emotions which was now causing an inner distress to ignite.

"I-I-am....I-I" you sounded like an infant trying to mutter your first word.

que mierda, fucking get it together.

you internally scolded.

"___, I'm not telling you anything. I'm just saying that Ellie is definitely a lesbian and she made you feel something. that is okay—i mean girl! you were with your ex since our highschool sophomore year....do you really even know yourself—like that at least?” Dina was your closest friend and each word that fell from her lips was for your own good.

you needed to open your eyes.

yes, you were so assured of yourself and your life.

yet, you let someone dictate for so many years how to feel. you were never sure of your emotions till now; but you still find yourself struggling with the aftermath of how he treated your feelings as you forgot how to treat your own.

just having to recollect the memory of it, how he could take the power away from your words.

it enraged you as you felt sick.

"no, he fucking deprived me of myself." you spat out, a slight shake in your voice at the mix of emotions. you wanted to cry; not knowing why.

Dina got closer on the bed to now be completely side by side with you. she pulled you into her embrace from the side.

"you deserve to find out, it is your life now." Dina reassures you, calming you down.

she was 100% right.

you deserved the opportunity to find out who you really are, not just naive high school you because you were way past that time.

you needed your mental to catch up with you after being under someone else's impression.

you were going to do just that.

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after that morning after the party; for the next 2 days, you hoped for something.

a text or a call.

you got nothing.

you will say you thought about Ellie quite often, but you gave up hope she would contact you what felt like to be a while ago now.

you had a life to get back too, you were too slightly egotistical to let yourself get too wrapped up in ‘what if's'.

you weren’t quite sure now on your whole self-discovery journey.

you weren’t reliant on the woman but the way you couldn’t even restock items while you were at work without thinking back to her.

the way Ellie felt.

the way she felt on you.

you recalled every single little thing about her like you had been precisely studying a subject for school.

the way her lips fell perfectly into yours.

the way her warmth was able to whelm you in.

the way she was able to pull you into her by doing nothing.

she had completely contaminated your membrane with just her.

it was becoming infuriating as the days pass.

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Ellie was beyond fed up with her mind.

anywhere she went, almost everything reminded you of her.

it felt like universe was trying to rub her stupid mistake in her face.

Ellie was working another day at the car shop with the clock reading 5:40 pm.

the sun had begun to set as she finished up the last tweaks, she needed to make on the car's engine she was working on.

she wiped the slight sweat off with the back of her wrist as her hands were covered in black grease.

"why don't you g'head on home, kiddo. I’ll finish it up." Joel perks up from behind as he placed the toolbox he brought in on his workbench.

"you sure?" Ellie questions as she walks over to the utility sink at the far corner of the repair-shop.

"Yeah, I gotta work on that client's tires—the one I told ya he came in makin' a fuss his tires weren't low enough." Joel chuckled out slightly at the end which caused Ellie to give a soft giggle.

"you talkin' about Sergío?" you recall a couple months back how a man came into the shop with the coolest lowrider she had ever seen up-close.

"yup. that's tha'man." Joels southern accent draws out.

"he should be comin' in soon" Joel told Ellie as he began to move the car Ellie finished up into the lot with the rest of the other vehicles.

now you could call Ellie crazy for this but there was no way this was coincidence.

Ellie was sat on the stool, sipping on a soda as she took her small break as she watched the familiar old school impala drive up.

the blaring headlights caused her to raise her hand, shielding her eyes with the long of her arm.

Ellie's vision was obstructed temporarily but as it quickly refocused; she immediately noticed the huge rosary pendant that hung from the man's rearview mirror.

it was the same religious female procession that was on your lighter.

for some reason whenever she thought of you, she would then see an image or an item of the beautiful prophet.

call Ellie delusional......but to Ellie, this was a sign.

if this is you, please let me see her again. she mentally prayed for.

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more days passed during these dreadful two weeks.

the both of you lived in sync as you both spent time moping over each other during your daily duties of life.

another day where you were having an unpleasant smoke session. you usually would roll up after you got out the shower, depending on the weather for your drink of choice.

you would have a hot tea or iced latte to go with the lit joint in your hand as you sat on your woven chair outside of your porch.

your mind couldn't even relax as you inhaled your kush, you would ask yourself if it was something about you that made her 'unattracted' to you.

she probably thought you were one of those girls…

you felt yourself physically cringe at the fact you even thought that.

you truly just didn't know.

Ellie had been the first woman to ever give you enough attention to have you really question yourself.

couple months before you left after the college semester finished, there was this girl in your finances class that had sat down next to you.

she had the strongest female physique you seen, her arms showing she was a gym-rat.

you even remember her name being Abby, she was sweet when she flirted with you.

it had been the first time a woman ever flirted you which automatically caused your body to flush and grow shy.

you remember shutting the poor girl down by just switching your seat, not really processing the fact she had just flirted with you.

you rubbed your head slightly as you continued to drag out your joint, puffing your smoke out after each inhalation.

this situation is different, you weren’t in a relationship this time.

you had already got a taste of Ellie and now it was something turned gluttonous.

you ash your roach before grabbing your bag and heading off to work; your brain tingling still over the auburn beauty.

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you worked in a convenience store; it was owned by your family. more specifically, your tía owned the store ever since your tío had passed away a couple years ago.

she needed help with the store, so you quit working as a sale's assistant to spend half of your day behind a counter.

you honestly thought this was better than the shit you called your old job, you were practically your own boss all day.

the convenience store was located at the corner of a cold-de-sac.

it wasn't too far from a couple car-repair shops and a plaza that had a few options of chain-stores.

your family made a lot of connections through the shop. you would say that the area you lived in was community dominated and tend to be the same community who have lived there since you were born.

your convenience store was like the hot spot for your neighborhood due to the popularity of your tío before his passing.

this made your heart full, and it was worth it every time one of the regular's came in, like right now.

"aye! Pachuco!" you shrilled in pure excitement as one of your dad's friends that you grew up with walks in through the front door.

your convivence store was a little bit different than your regular 7/11 or liquor store.

the counter was all the way in the back, so it would be a bit hard to see who's coming in unless you look at the reflective circular mirror that was at each corner.

Pachuco dressed exactly like his name though, you could not miss him from miles away.

"como estas, neña!?" you leave your section behind the counter, greeting him as you smile at his term of endearment.

you enjoyed the times your job and store gave you, especially moments like these because you never knew if it could be someone you knew who can walk through the doors at any moment.

"I've been good! what will it be today?" you question happily as you get back behind the counter.

"how's that little boyfriend of yours?" the question was a harmless one, he didn't have a single idea that you guys broke up, but you still felt yourself wince at the mention.

"aye pachi, boys will be boys." you state simply, not wanting to get into it.

he observed your demeanor as you pulled out his favorite pack of cigars from the back-shelving.

"then just two Tylenols, gracias Mija—ay! what did i tell you? don't fuckin' date this age. to be honest, we never stop being dumbasses! Jaja—es un milagro que mi esposa no me haya dejado!" Pachuco laughs out as he pays.

you let out a laugh with him before giving him one last hug before he is on his way out, waving goodbye and throwing him a smile.

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“so kiddo….y’tellin’ me that you finally get a girl that gets—you— t’dance and y’dont text her?” Joel summarizes to his understanding at Ellie’s rundown of that night while cleaning grease from the wrench he held.

Ellie just stood there with an awkward look on her face “I thought I raised you right…” Joel grumbles out teasingly.

the awkward look completely fell into a straight-doomed face “jokes kiddo! jus’jokes!” Joel chuckles out, putting the wrench down and popping the hood of the car he was working on.

“ugh! why did I even tell you!” Ellie now began to complain, throwing her gloves off and onto the chair she was once sat on.

“oh, c’mon now! jus’admit it….it was love at first sight.”

the phrase his Ellie’s ears completely drowning out all her sense.

Joel’s voice echoed through her ears with only you as the single thought that lied on her head for what felt like was already decades.

“you wouldn’t even believe her beauty, man…”

Joel knew you were kind of-talking to him, but you were so lost in thought it was almost as Ellie was trying to process it herself still.

“alright alrigh’—why don’t you go down t’store and get us couple drinks, yea?”

Ellie agrees with a nod her head before hold her palm out towards Joel’s direction.

“what?” Joel questions with a hip popped as he works on the popped-hood.

“the money, fam” Ellie remarks simply.

Joel’s expression glazed as ellie continues for stand there with a cheeky expression causing a roll of his eyes.

“fine ma’treat” he mocks out, pulling out a 10 from his jean-pocket.

“awh! thank you Joel.” Ellie’s tone was sarcastic as she threw joel a goofy grin that joel returned.

“you almost 21, y’know that right?” Joel interjected sassily with an eyebrow raised.

“that’s why you let me near the stove now!” ellie bantered childishly before grabbing her headphones; leaving out the car-repair lot.

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♫₊˚.🎧 now playing: land of the snakes

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

Ellie walked down the cracked gray pavement as she took in her surroundings.

she observed each end of each street, looking at the street signs as she walked down; headphones blasting Cole.

she looked at the gas stations, smoke-shops, and laundromats as she crossed the cross-walk as she turned the street more into the busy neighborhood.

she peered an eye-out for a store as her head moved to the beat of the music, the buzzing of the street inaudible to ellie.

she watched as a group of women were walking up with different drinks in her far-view from more down the street.

Ellie followed the direction from where they came from turning the corner. at first, she was greeted with a plaza and a parking lot.

she passes the plaza slightly and it was almost hidden if a person werent looking in the right direction, they would miss it.

Ellie did not miss the store that she assumed the girls must’ve come from.

she couldn’t miss it when the convenience store had a mural of La Virgencita.

Ellie stopped dead in her tracks, only paying attention to the music in her headphones as she couldn’t fathom it.

♫ ain't no wedding and I do the most here

I'm the President you the co-chair.

you the player, yeah, I'm the coach here.

—I coast here.

this weather got me set up on this West Coast shit, yeah ♫

Cole playing in my ear and im seeing this? fuck my life.

Ellie pondered to herself as she just stared at the store, taking in the mural while the lyrics rang through her mind straight into the recollection of you.

her mind recalling your brown skin and the your gold jewelry sparkled as your eyes pierced through her.

she could feel her heart pounding against her chest as she observed the beautiful painting on each side of the store.

Ellie felt she was going mad but every single part of her reeling her in like fish on a rod.

she felt closer to you somehow.

like as if you were there.

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call yourself unprofessional but it wasn’t like you worked in a office or something.

if that was the case, you definitely wouldn’t be rolling up like you are right now.

you took the split cigarillo that was now packed with good greens up to your lips to lick a slick stripe along the cigarillo before pinching it sealed.

you grabbed your lighter, flicking it open as you focused on the ignited flame; drying your saliva into the blunt.

your focus was interrupted by the sound of the store-bells chiming.

no mamés—im on my fucking break. did they not read the fucking sign.

you complain mentally as you remember switching the ‘We’re Open’ to ‘Closed’.

you walk out from the backroom where the surveillance cameras were back behind your counter.

you knew someone entered but you couldn’t see who.

you decided to duck into the room real quick to put the rolled blunt into the wrapper; placing it in your sweater-pocket.

♫ nothin’s impossible

and all you lame—show me what not to do

i met a real bad bitch in the club tonight

she told me, “Watch the snakes ‘cause they watching you” ♫

Ellie was greeted with aisles of merchandise the second she walked in. she took a few steps down, passing a few aisles as she got closer to the section of refrigerators.

she wasn't paying attention much to her surroundings as she just took in the style of the store. she moved one-side of her headphones off her ear before opening the fridge and grabbing a lemonade for herself, and a sparkling water for Joel.

Ellie turned the corner, catching a glimpse of the clerk counter but she didn't see anyone behind it. she went down the aisle that was now in-front of the counter, grabbing her favorite bag of chips and a slim-jim.

now the next moment that happened.... Ellie swore it was all in slow motion.

if Ellie thought something was wrong with her brain before, her entire cerebellum just shut down for fucking sure.

she turned around with full expectation of having to wait and not seeing you behind that counter.

it genuinely was a miracle.

it was like the universe had been listening all along to the both of you, plotting this moment perfectly to unfold divinely.

Ellie dropped the snack items that were in her right hand, drinks in her left as her pupils flared. completely gleaming her eyes at you just standing there.

♫ now if you only had one wish is it devious?

'cause you already know who your genie is

ain't get a cover now your mag on my penis

like damn, he turned out to be a genius ♫

you felt frozen in place as you both burn into each other’s stare, neither of you processing the moment.

you caught a glimpse of the 'random woman' when her head was turned. she had her hair up in a loose bun and from the back—what looked like a black jumpsuit.

the second she turned around, your heart stopped.

you actually felt your heartbeat turn irregular as you were sure your eyes were gaping as jaw slacked obscurely.

you both were just gawking at each other absentmindedly. slowly, you began to remember how the woman didn't even text you and now here she was; meaning she lived in the area. your area.

you felt yourself emotions fume up "are you gonna pay or?" you nettled out, sounding way meaner than you meant too. you bit your lip in regret as you watch Ellie blink herself back into reality.

she took a step closer, still feet away from the counter you were behind. she tore her eyes from yours.

the woman didn't owe you anything but for some reason, you found yourself pushing for an answer "you come in here for that-" you began, taking your manicured nail and pointing at the items she held in her hands "or for somethin' else?" you finish questioning.

your tone was still bothered but you weren't rude.

Ellie didn't miss a single emotion though, feeling each one of your emotional vibrations straight into her heart. she wanted to open her mouth to explain everything.

in her heart, she was ready to tell you how you made her feel something no one else ever has before or how she wanted to ask you out to a fancy restaurant like she's never done because she's never met a woman who oozed of such divine elegance; while your looks could kill anyone with just one glance.

for fuck-sake, she's looks even better than I imagined.

Ellie knew this was the worse time to be checking you out, but this was something only Ellie had been dreaming about. she needed to soak in this moment.

you were wearing a black Juicy tracksuit; the zipper was halfway zipped revealing the pink halter that slightly pushed your breasts up complimented by your signature cat-eye liner and cocoa-lined lips.

your bronze skin shining through the same statement gold necklaces on the night she first met you, your hoops this time were small gold ones that Ellie didn't miss them. she took in the same details and your different ones.

you crossed your arms starting to get more irritated as you felt like the woman was judging you.... not checking you out.

“i-i’m—” ellie huffed as her eyes didn’t leave the floor before finally gaining the confidence to stride herself over and placing all the items on the counter.

“i’m sor-” you cut her off.

“i’m not gay.”

if you thought ellie’s facial expression was wistful and apologetic, her face went sour—completely deadpanning as each syllable was uttered out your mouth.

you jump immediately “wait!—” now it was your turn to take a breathe, Ellie didn’t move from her spot although her heart felt like it had been ripped out her chest.

“I’m not sure…. it’s a long story.” your explanation was pathetic.

"I was just gonna apologize...I see..." Ellie’s eyes trailed off from yours down onto the items on the counter as she dug into her pockets.

you examined her, trying to pick up on any sense of how she felt.

you looked at her up and down, she was wearing a mechanic jumpsuit that had a few stains and a white wife-beater under it. you felt yourself grow nervous at how good she looked; she looked worked out, but it made you even more attracted to her.

the small details of her becoming clearer as her freckles on her face were kissing her all across her cheeks, you took in how her clothing looked like she just came from a car-shop, and how her loose bun let a few free strands fall in her face.

you felt her rooted into you completely, just taking in her appearance bloomed your heart.

you felt yourself sigh once more, picking up the merchandise scanner and scanning each item. your hand wanted to shake so bad as the invisible blimps of your skin goosebump.

say something, say something.

your mind was burdensome as you force a sentence out of you "I'm-I'm on my break. the sign said closed." your voice was low, wanting to be hidden almost.

Ellie watches you bag her snack and drinks, rubbing the back of her neck to ease the tension that riled within her racing body; heart thrashing against her chest.

"the mural—it caught my attention.... I didn't even know there was a sign." Ellie's eyes meet yours once again.

"I understand if you didn't like me." you rush out, Ellie almost didn't catch it as you held onto her bag of items; she didn't even get the chance to hand you the 10 bill yet.

Ellie thought she was hearing things, there was no fucking way you just stated that shit.

she couldn't help but let out a very audible scoff.

"you ain't even let me say'somthin''" you could hear somewhat of a country undertone in her now loud and clear voice. nothing like the first night, where you could barely hear her.

you rolled your eyes as you felt no hope with the woman, handing her the bag.

"I never said that did I?" Ellie didn't hand you the bill yet, still in her hand. the way she let the sentence fall from her lips made your face hot.

she finally handed you the 10 "you said you were on your break?" she hinted as she held the bill in-between her fingers, making you grab it from her.

you lean in, reaching your hand out but not grabbing the bill "don'tcha know it's rude to interrupt a lady's smoke sesh?" you tease.

"m'sorry mama, any way to make it up to you?" Ellie slys out as you both flirt over the counter with each other like some shit out of a movie.

"join me?"

"i could listen to that 'long story' of yours"

you both gave each other a soft smile as you chuckled, finally taking the ten and putting it in the register before stepping outside your store with the fine roughed-up woman.

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the moment was picture perfect.

you both stood outside your shop, the mural captivating the background behind the both of you as you leaned against the gumball machines that were outside on the side of your shop-doors with Ellie in front of you.

you took the blunt out of the wrapper the cigarillo originally came in, taking it between your lips.

Ellie watched you bring your signature lighter up to the tip to ignite it. you puffed on it a couple times, flicking the lighter to crisp the edges to make sure it burned correctly.

you handed her the blunt, eyes meeting as you caught her staring. there was a moment of silence as she puffed herself. you kicked your feet up in a soft bored-playful manner as you continue to challenge your mental.

"Ellie..." you began, her name falling off like butter as it sounded like a lullaby to Ellies ears. she had all ears and eyes on you as she continued to drag out the blunt.

"I would love to tell you everything—but for right now...." you took a deep breath as you felt the cottonmouth begin to catch you.

Ellie leaned closer, putting a hand over yours comfortingly. she did it unconsciously, by the time she even realized she had her hand on your shoulder; she was already feeling ready to comfort you to even mentally process.

"that's okay-like I said, I'm all ears"

you couldn't process how compassionate she was with you as you spoke up.

"not too long ago, I broke up with a long-term boyfriend—he cheated that's not the point—the point is that.... I have never been with anyone besides him." you explain, your pauses being inhalations of the sparked bud.

Ellies brows furrowed but she listened to you intently, she couldn't believe a woman like you could ever be cheated on.

"I'm sorry, you don't deserve someone like that." she reassures once more causing your heart to skip a beat.

you disregard the comment by giving her a soft smile and passing her back the blunt, not wanting to focus too much on that aspect "I know I sound complicated, but I just never got the chance to figure it out" your voice was somber, picking at your fingers nervously.

your breath hitched as her hand gently picked up your face by your chin, her face a good distance from yours as the steps she took closer to you only closed the space that was left between the both of you.

"y'know that is not your fault right?"

those words brought you back to what Dina told you weeks ago.

"thank you...." you gave her a weak smile as you trailed off "not what you thought, huh?" you gave her this look of pity, not for her but for yourself.

"maybe not but to be fair, I was thinking a lot worse after 'I'm not gay' right then and there" Ellie lightens the mood by making the both of you laugh as you continue to smoke together.

"i may not know much—" you puff out before taking a couple more hits of courage out of your blunt.

"but I know I really like you, Ellie."

your voice was sincere, not a single doubt, or hint of all of this being a 'joke'. she searched your face to see any hence of regret or anxiousness. she found none.

your face was assured and if anything, you had straightened yourself up more which inched your faces closer slightly as your confidence flourished through you within seconds.

the switch up drove Ellie crazy.

your demeanor screaming 'I know what I want' and it was all pointing towards the woman in front of you in this dirty black jumpsuit which made her look ravishingly good.

Ellie followed your confidence naturally, something only you were able to derive out of her so easily.

she inched her face closer as you let out of puff of a cloud of smoke in front her face in a playful manner before her face met yours, now only feet away from yours.

"been one night and I already can't think of any other woman than you, mama."

your heart was running a thousand miles per second.

the same nickname she called you affecting you more than before.

"that why you ain't text me?" the real question of the evening.

the confidence Ellie had just gotten completely diminished.

"I'm not maddd" you drag out, reaching a hand to tug on her jumpsuit gently as you smirk. you weren't anymore.

Ellie was like putty under anything you did, your look and if you commanded her to do anything; she would do it in a heartbeat and Ellie knows she would.

just like that, her tense aura calmed down.

"i was so fucking ready to ask you out on some fancy shit. i was gonna tell you im picking you up at 7, having a whole ass bouquet while you stepped down all divine as fuck—i was so close! my fucking fin—"

Ellie couldn't finish your sentence by the crashing of your lips onto hers.

the kiss wasn't heated or fast, it was purely passionate. you both sulked into each other as your bodies needed this. you indulged in the warmth you both brought each other, your arms wrapping around her neck as the once lit blunt blew out while still in between your middle and ring finger.

the mix of the tobacco from the cigarillo creating a swish in the taste of each other's tongues in distasteful pleasure as neither of you could care or process anything besides being together right here in this moment like a heaven-sent.

if this was the work of the divine, ellie found herself mentally thanking them as your lips moved in sync together.

Ellie pulled away with the biggest smile on her face, biting her lips ever-so-softly before speaking.

"Is there any way tis'beautiful woman could spare a poor mechanic woman one more chance?" Ellie takes a hand, placing it across her heart dramatically causing small giggles to erupt out of you.

you pick up on how ellie mentioned she was a mechanic. ‘that’s so fucking hot’ you thought to yourself.

Ellie watched you in pure admiration and beauty "and what would that be, hmm?" you hum out contently, your forehead's brushing against each other.

"that date. you and me, and a fancy dinner—how about it, mama?"

Ellies eyes gleamed hopeful as your gaze's pour into each other.

"i thought you would never ask, bebé"

there you two were, rekindling outside of a convenience store.

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readychilledwine · 29 days

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Home to Me

Summary - After the death of Beron, Lucien is finally free to move to the Day Court, and he could not be more ecstatic to have you and Elain by his side

Warnings - moving anxiety, Helion being the best father in law, fluff

Prompt - Day 4 - Adventure

A/n - Happy @polyacotarweek! I was really excited to play with Elucien and a Spring Court reader. Something about them as a trouple with another flower girl makes my heart skip.

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Freedom was a concept Lucien so rarely knew. From living under his father's thumb to Tamlin's command to Rhysand's control, it had always felt like a goal, some far-off dream he would never reach.

Until he met Elain, of course. Elain, as difficult as chasing her was, quickly became his light. He had made her chase him in return for the years of waiting, and she had fought tooth and nail for him. He had never met someone with so much love to give, and who wished to give it so freely.

Meeting you just made sense due to that. Elain had met you in Spring as they were helping Tamlin with rebuilds where you personally were in charge of the garden overhauls due to your powers. He would never forget the way Elain ran back into the house, sliding down the wall as she held her heart, and Briar rushed to her as she whispered "Mate," over and over again.

Lucien went to where she had been and stopped. Your kind was rare, but there you were, iridescent wings tucked on your back, shifting yourself to a smaller size to move pollen from flower to flower. “Ah, y/n,” Tamlin had admired you as Lucien did. “She will be fine with all of this. They are all used to marrying in pairs.”

Courting you had been the easiest thing both of them had ever done. Lucien had joked you were a simple female. You were wooed by shiny things, by chocolates left at your door late at night, by long walks through your garden. Elain adored you first, but Lucien fell in love the hardest. You were so kind, so gentle. He could hardly imagine life without you or Elain.

Now, 10 years later, that life could openly be a reality. He put the last of your boxes into the portal Helion had opened from your home in Spring to the home you three would share in Day, clapping his hands together as it closed.

Elain was already there, unpacking and decorating the home. She wanted it to feel as safe and loving as possible for you, seeing as you had never once left the Spring Court borders in your 300 years of life.

You were the most nervous of the 3, moving to Day was a lot to ask of you, but with Beron finally gone, Lucien was free to be with his dad, to be home, and you and Elain both wanted to give him this chance. He deserved it. He had earned it.

He found you in your garden, overlooking centuries of hard work, “Blossom, are you ready to go?” His heart almost sank as you quickly wiped your cheeks before turning.

“Of course!” The lie was so obvious it was almost insulting as he walked to you and took your upper arms in his large hands.

“You're frightened?” You could only nod. “Tamlin promised to care for the home. You will be back here every Autumn and Winter along with the honeybees and butterflies. Your garden will be fine, my love.”

“It's not the garden. This whole thing is just scary.” You both paused as the sound of winnowing came followed by Elain's soft footsteps.

“Tulip?” She ran the distance to you, tugging you into her while being mindful of your delicate wings. “My heart, what's wrong?”

Lucien answered for you, pulling you both to him. “She's a little scared of the move.”

Elain hummed, kissing away the tear that fell on to your cheek. “I can't imagine how hard it is, leaving behind all you've ever known by choice. You are so brave for our happiness. Your fear is so justified, y/n. I can understand that part, trust me.”

“If you want to stay,” Lucien's throat tightened at the thought. “We will make this work. We can-”

“No,” you sighed, heavily leaning into them. “I want to be with you. Both of you. This is just a whole new experience and a new world and a new high lord.”

“If I am what you are worried about, I am pleased to inform you there is nothing to be afraid of.”

Lucien looked down at you two, metal eye whirling as the other rolled. “Dad, we're having a moment here.”

“And I am joining. Come here, sweet pixie.” Lucien And Elain released you, allowing you to move to the Lord of Day. “I know your kind was hunted outside of this court, but I promise you, you and those precious wings will be safe in my home.”

That slow realization hit Elain and Lucien like bricks. They were asking you to leave Spring, a place your kind had been allowed to make a haven, and you had selflessly agreed. “Your new home is within the walls of my palace. No guards or guests will be able to get to you without my approval, and you will have your own guards approved by Lucien and Elain. You will be safe to fly and pollinate all you wish. My gardens could use that.” Helion kissed your hand where the rose gold and pink diamond ring sat. “Give Day a chance. Let it be your first big adventure.”

You nodded at him, letting your father in law take your hand. “My butterflies and bees are already there?”

“They are.”

"And they are happy?"

"They are dining on the most exotic pollen and nectars they have ever had. They were very excited about the move." Helion offered you a soft smile as Lucien and Elain both tugged the bond.

You turned to them, taking one last moment to memorize them in the archway of Wisteria and Roses. “Alright. I'm ready.”

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koolades-world · 1 year

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More Obey me! Headcannons

had so much fun last time I wanted to do it again

Satan is so smart, but has issues doing basic math and refuses to admit it, like he can’t figure out fifteen plus seven without his fingers or a calculator (is this me projecting? maybe)

Belphie bought himself and Mc matching house slippers. Mc thought Beel felt left out and made Belphie buy a pair for him too

Beel has a huge green thumb, and takes upon himself to save plants he thinks are sad or lonely. He buys the dying plants from the store to bring back to life (partially inspired by the chat where someone, forgot who, told beel that if he talked to plants they would grow faster my precious baby)

Lucifer is the best cook at the HoL, but rarely has time to cook. Beel is the second best but usually eats the ingredients before he can make anything with them. Mammon is probably the worst because Levi can make food from animes almost perfectly

Asmo once almost set a store he was collaborating with on fire with his rage alone because they spelt his name wrong

Beel probably needs a new toothbrush every couple weeks. Belphie probably gets toothbrushes mixed up and uses ones that aren’t his

Lucifer and Solomon like prune juice haha old men

The one thing Luke and Simeon have seriously disagreed on is if raisins belong in dessert. Michael likes them, so Luke does too. Simeon thinks they’re awful but never directly says it, so Lucifer usually says it for him

Despite always being online, Levi had not once checked his RAD email. He has 9,999+ emails, probably a lot more because 9,999 is where it stops counting

Mammon collects cool rocks and keeps them in a box under his bed

Satan’s hands are always freezing, so he sticks them under Mc (or a cat) when possible, or uses a charmed hot water bottle from Solomon that stays warm for days at a time

Solomon and Asmo have had matching bracelet sets for as long as they’ve known each other, and since they didn’t make them anymore, they got some custom done for Mc so they could also have them

For about 1,000 years, Thirteen though jelly beans were an actual kind of bean and Solomon never let her let it go

The first food Mc and Mammon ate on a date in the human world together was Taiyaki, so he made it a point to learn how to make them to surprise Mc (even though he’s a terrible cook) (I might make this a fic since I like this idea so much)

Diavolo has always wanted a Devildom version of a hamster but Barbatos refused to have any kind of rodent in the castle, rat or not

Luke probably downloads those stupid app games with the ads unironically

Satan’s favorite Disney Princess is Ariel because she ran off to do what she wanted without caring what her father thought, it’s giving daddy issues. He’s probably considered running off and marrying Mephisto to make Lucifer angry

Raphael unironically enjoys off brand chips and soda

Lucifer is a nail biter, and Asmo is helping him curve the habit by putting a nasty tasting top coat when he does his nails, and it’s also why he wears gloves all the time.

Belphie and Satan once went up to the humans world together to mess with people in Salem, Massachusetts with magic, which spawned several conspiracy theory books. They read them together and laugh as a past time

Diavolo once went to the human world in his demon form for,, reasons, and accidentally got written into ancient mythology because he got spotted by humans

Barbatos had a home garden for cooking and sometimes lets Asmo have leaves from some of the plants to make homemade skin care products

Mammon probably has lots of earwax. Don’t share your earbuds with him unless you make him clean them afterwards

Belphie has a really large water bottle that’s always on his side table. He wakes up randomly though the night, chugs an ungodly amount of water and then passed out again. In the mornings he has to piss really bad but is too lazy to get up and actually do it, so he just sits and complains. Even Beel isn’t sure how he’s able to drink that much water in a short amount of time

Satan likes waking up early to enjoy the morning air and read outside for a while since mornings can get hectic with his brothers

Thirteen’s favorite torture device is the Iron Maiden. She had her own that she bedazzled. Even Asmo is jealous and wants her to make him one too

Mammon introduced Diavolo to Gatorade, and instead of sneaking behind Lucifer and Barbatos’s backs to drink Demonus, they have secret Gatorade meetings

Diavolo and Lucifer definitely both had a hidden Dialuci stash of things and probably clash trying to collect limited edition things online

None of the Obey me cast took birthdays or passing of years seriously until Mc entered the picture and suddenly time was precious, and they actually kept track. Because of this, nobody is really sure how old the twins are

Mephisto thinks roosters want world domination

Asmo thinks cilantro tastes like soap and Levi thinks anything cola flavored tastes like cough medicine

Mammon's favorite party trick is one Mc taught him, which is rolling his tongue Everyone he meets, including his brothers, thinks it's so cool when really it's just a genetic thing

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imwetforyourmom · 2 months

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heading for the door.

pt2

summary: matt and y/n get into a fight, unfortunately, this is the end.

warnings: bro get ur tissues ready fr, crying, swearing, breaking up, angst, cheating (?),

!! I do not support nor encourage cheating in the slightest!! this is fiction and fiction only.

this is the first sad thing uve ever written before

matt leant into y/ns side and spoke into the side of her head, right above her ear. “im going to the bathroom, ill be back baby. love you.” before pulling away and leaving to the direction of the restroom, leaving y/n alone in the mall.

she watched as he walked away, her eyes following him, watching- “ahem”

she looked quickly to her left, suddenly getting slightly nervous.

her eyes looked at the persons face, scanning his features, her lips parted slightly. no fucking way.

the person whom had just interrupted her thoughts was her ex. her ex out of all people.

he didnt do anything wrong, they just felt the need to break up. no one made mistakes, all they knew was they needed to grow up some and be a little more mature.

he licked his lips, his eyes scanning down her body.

“you look amazing” he mumbled, his eyes lingering on her lips for a little too long, before they quickly darted to her eyes, realizing his mistake.

“thank you koda.” her cheeks going a slight pink. “you look good aswell.” she finished. crossing her arms and she looked around the mall, looking for matt.

koda noticed this and put his hand on her chin, pulling her face back to his direction.

“look at me, gorgeous.” his voice was seductive and husk, his eyes boring into hers he lightly rubbing his thumb against her chin, ever so slightly grazing her lip.

fuck how y/n knew this was wrong but she couldn’t find it in herself to pull away, instead she obliged and kept her eyes on his.

he took a step closer to her, his body almost touching hers. he lifted her chin higher, their lips mere inches away from one another.

from the bathroom, matt stared at the pair, clearly flirting or at least he thought so. his eyes scanned the girl, having to double check if that was his girl or not. who was he kidding? of course that was y/n, he knew her better than himself.

a lump grew in his throat, aswell as a sickening and aching feeling in his stomach. his eyes began to water, the aching pain in his stomach slowly worsening as he watched. but he just couldnt pull his eyes away, knowing how hard this already was and how much easier it’d be if he just marched right up to them and stopped any further interactions, but on the other hand a little voice in his head told him to just watch and see if y/n pulled away or kissed the boy.

y/n swallowed, glancing down at kodas lips, then back at his eyes.

fuck I cant do this. she pulled away from his grip and took a step back.

“distance, koda.” she breathed, her cheeks going back to their natural shade. her fingertips found their way to her hip, tapping quietly out of pure nervousness, realizing just how far she had gone with him. her ex.

matt stormed up to them and grabbed y/ns arm, dragging her with him as he walked to the exit.

y/n quickly walked with him, having to walk faster so she wouldnt stumble at the speed matt was walking.

she didnt speak neither did matt as they walked to his car. she glanced up at him, his eyebrows furrowed, eyes trained on what was infront of him and only infront of him.

he couldnt help but let a few tears slip as the reality sunk in.

his girlfriend, the love of his life didnt even pull away until minutes later after being that close to a different guy. how he wished it was him instead of that stupid man.

it wasnt even the guys fault, how would he have known y/n had a boyfriend? she didnt tell him and continued initiating flirty actions with him.

how it pained him to come to the realization of this, it hurt him to even think about it but it was y/ns fault. she was the one who lead him on and didnt even think once about her boyfriend.

• • •

“i just dont know why you fucking flirted back y/n!” matt spoke, his voice slightly raising as his anger rose.

y/n swallowed, knowing she was in the wrong but had no idea what to say.

matts eyes narrowed at her silence “oh so you can talk and talk all to him but as soon as it comes to your boyfriend, maybe I should say it again, your boyfriend you cant talk!?” matt said, his voice going slightly shaky.

“I- what makes it worse y/n, is that I was gone. gone. you saw your opportunity to flirt while I wasnt there and took it.” he took in a breath, his voice no longer being loud, he toned himself down. “thats not fair.” his voice now very quiet, finding it harder to speak from the lump in his throat.

his eyes began watering and his lips forming into a frown.

at any given moment, if he talked louder or even spoke more about how he felt he would break down and sob.

fuck, he loves y/n, so, so much. he loves her more than himself, he wasnt even sure if he could even breathe without her.

she is the hand reaching out for him while in the depths of the ocean. it isnt even normal how much he relies on her for his happiness, sanity and comfort. she is the one for him, the one he always goes to when he gets anxious, the one he always goes to when he needs to talk about something or cry on a shoulder.

“matt, I know i am really sorry. I- I wasnt thinking in the moment and- and—“ she looked down at her feet and mumbled “I dont have an excuse for this.”

matt stared at her, his heart breaking even more. he couldn’t believe it. she just told him, basically, is that all she could think about in the moment was koda and koda only. not even a second thought about matt, not a even a thought about how much effort matt had put into this relationship, how much he cherished it, how much he loves y/n.

everything he’s ever done for her was nothing, absolutely nothing compared to a stupid compliment from her ex.

all the compliments, praises, gifts, time and money he’s ever given y/n wasnt even enough for her to even think about him, the boyfriend shes spent almost two years with, the boyfriend whom has shown her endless love and affection clearly wasnt good enough for her.

“am I not good enough for you?” he muttered, his voice breaking as tears rolled down his cheeks.

y/n snapped her head up to look at him. seeing his eyes flowing with tears, the way his lip quivered, his hair disheveled and his voice shaky, his breathing at a loss.

“no! no, matt you’re perfect! I- I swear. please, I just- no, I just- it felt right, koda- kodas my ex- and I was just, I was used to the way i felt, please im sorry.” y/n spoke in urgency , her words cutting off and bunching together as she spoke, tears collecting at her waterline aswell.

“I- im not enough for you. you completely forgot about us- our two years spent together just because you were used to the way another man made you feel!?” matts hand creeped to his mouth and bit on his fingernails.

“no- ma-“ y/n began, but matt had enough and cut her off. “no. if our relationship doesnt mean anything to you then im done. im breaking up with you y/n.” it absolutely destroyed him to finish his sentence. he hated, hated the words flowing out of his mouth.

he wanted a future with y/n, he wanted to marry her, he wanted her to be the mother of his kids, he wanted her and she clearly didnt want him back.

y/n couldnt bear hearing those words from her boyfriend— ex boyfriend. she absolutely destoryed an entire future with him because she let a different man get the best of her.

“I wish you the best y/n.” matt muttered, before leaving the room and exiting the house, walking to his car with tears streaming down his face.

y/n fell to her knees and sobbed, sobbed harder than she ever had before, she couldnt wrap her heard around this.

she was the reason they broke up and now she had to live with that for the rest of her life. the same aching pain.

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hrryshoney · 1 month

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girlie getting stressed or overstimulated and matty gives her foot, head, back, boob massage then starts fingering her<3

anon i think this is the greatest idea i’ve ever heard. yes, you are so genius.

You came in the door and immediately dropped your bag on the floor. A sigh falling from your lips as you kicked off your shoes and shrugged off your sweater. To say you had a bad day would be a gross understatement. Everyone at your job was aggravating you, and you couldn’t take another day of it.

You had to hide away in the bathroom earlier so you didn’t cry from anger, and now you just wanted to decompress. As you stepped into the living room, you saw Matty scrolling on his phone laid out on the couch. When he heard your footsteps approach, he immediately sat up. Putting his phone down, opening his arms for a hug.

You all but ran to him, immediately collapsing into his arms and wrapping your own around him. “Hi, love.” He squeezed you into the embrace, feeling you melt into him. He took his hand and rubbed the back of your head. “Everything alright?” Matty’s lips were close to your ear, and you could feel his breath fan across your face. You shook your head, and he poured before pressing a kiss to your temple. “What’s wrong, angel?”

“Oh, don’t get me started. Everything is wrong.” You let your forehead rest on Matty’s shoulder and closed your eyes. You didn’t care if you were being dramatic. You had a horrible day, and a horrible week at this point. All you wanted to do was turn your brain off and relax. “And my boss is a dick. I’m so over it. I need a spa day or some shit.” You chuckled through your sigh, at least trying to find some humor in the situation.

Matty pulls away from you, pressing kisses all over your face. “You know,” He starts, positioning you between his legs. His hands found their place on your shoulders, pressing into your pressure points with his thumbs. “I’ve been told I’m very good with my hands. Could be your personal masseuse.” You find yourself nodding your head already, succumbing to how good his hands feel on you. Practically melting your stress away.

Matty’s strong hands rub across the expanse of your shoulders and neck, fingers even coming up to massage your temples. You have your eyes closed, simply enjoying what he’s giving you. He flipped you over on the couch, straddling your waist so he could spot even more pressure on your back. Eventually, you ended up with your shirt lifted. Matty’s hands working on your bare skin.

“Feels good. Can you work the middle of my back?” Your words were muddled from your face pressed against the couch cushion. Matty could still make out your request, though. He bunched your shirt up even more so that most of your back was out. He got his hands back on you, pressing down with the palms of his hands.

After a while you felt his movements halt, and Matty stirring behind you. He spoke up, “Can I unclip your bra? Just so it’s more comfy, you know.” His fingers toyed with the clasp of your bra, other hand still rubbing soothing circles on your lower back. You let out an appreciative noise.

You nodded your confirmation almost instantly. “Yeah, whatever works. Don’t mind.” Your body practically deflated when Matty’s hands deftly unclipped your bra with little struggle. He pulled it out from under you, discarding it to somewhere on the floor. You felt like you could breathe again, and your shoulders were able to relax. His thumbs smoothed the indents that your bra had left on your skin.

As you lay on the couch, Matty’s hands started to sneak around the sides of your body. You felt his fingers crawl up the mounds of your breasts. He pressed lightly into the sides, the soft skin molding under his touch. His palms were basically cupping your breasts now, and you gasped at the stimulation on your nipples. His fingers skillfully stroked the skin around your areolas. “Pretty girls should never have to be stressed. Only worry you should have is my hands on your body.” Matty rolled your nipples between either of his thumb and index finger.

He squeezed your boobs again, and you moaned out beneath him. You could feel Matty’s strong thighs squeeze your sides at the noise you made. He continued to rub your breasts, hands occasionally slipping upward or downward. Allowing himself to rub your upper chest and neck, and the area right under your boobs. “So, so perfect.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your mid back.

“More, please.” You arched your back into his touch, the stimulation on your nipples igniting arousal between your thighs. You felt Matty’s weight disappear from your back. The next thing you knew, he was on his knees in front of you.

“C’mon, then. Sit up for me.” You obeyed, getting in sitting position on the couch. You felt vulnerable, top and bra already off as Matty was infront of you fully clothed. The feeling doubled when he began to slide your sweats off your body. You were left in your simple panties now, Matty not even paying them any mind. He started massaging your calves and thighs, then working his way down to your feet.

As he rubbed your legs, you tried (and failed) to hide the fact that you were squeezing your thighs together. Your nipples were still hard from his earlier attention, and he kept rubbing dangerously close to your inner thighs. Though, of course Matty knew. He was holding your legs in his hands, and he could feel the way your muscles flexed under his touch. “Matty, please.”

“What, baby?” He smirked, leaving in to kiss your upper thigh. You could feel the teasing smile against your skin, and you could hear it in his tone. “Need me to make everything better? Make you so dumb, only thing you can think about is me?” His fingers gripped your thighs harder, dancing closer to the waistband of your panties. You held back from bucking your hips, instead squirming on the couch. You nodded your head profusely.

“Yes, please.” You let your head hit the back of the couch, closing your eyes tightly. “I need it so bad, need you so bad.” You bit your lip so hard you thought it’d bleed. Matty’s fingers were now circling the crotch of your underwear. You couldn’t stop the mind from slipping out of your mouth. You were sure there was a wet spot forming. You whined through gritted teeth. “Please, Matty. Need to feel good, you’re the only one who gets me there.” At that, his thumb comes to press down on top of your bundle of nerves above your panties. Your hips grind up into his fingers, trying to relieve the pulsing in your clit.

Matty moves his palm up your stomach, fiddling with the elastic of your waistband so he can push his hand beneath your panties. You let your knees fall open, giving him access to the bare sensitive mound between your thighs. He feels the warm heat radiating off your cunt as he cups his hand on your sex. You jolt against the couch, and Matty lets out a breath of his own as he slides his middle fingers through your tight slit.

You squirm as he runs his fingers through your folds, his thick fingers rubbing through your slit to find your bundle of nerves. Searching to strike your clit so he has your dripping down his hand.

Matty can feel how slick you are, and he draws tight circles on your clit. His fingers feel like heaven, and you let your mouth fall open to let out the loud moans you’ve been holding back. Your body writhes as you suddenly feel another one of his fingers join the other, gravitating towards your hole. His fingers meet at your entrance, sliding inside of you to stretch you out.

Your hips meet the rhythm of his hand, meeting the thrusts he’s making with his fingers. The calluses on his fingers creating an even more delicious friction. “That’s it. Lemme fuck you dumb, let that brain leak out through your cunt. Shouldn’t even have to work, right baby?” He groans, letting his cheek rest on your thigh. The cool skin making you gasp as it comes in contact with your warm body. “Yeah, should just stay home and get your pussy stuffed all day.”

The warmth forming in your abdomen was starting to go throughout your entire body. You could feel the white hot pleasure permeating your senses. “Matty, please. Need it so fucking bad.” You stuttered out through ragged breaths, his fingers never stopping their assault. Your voice coming out as a raw whine. Matty’s hand pressed down roughly on your clit. His two fingers continued to stretch your hole. “Don’t stop, I’m so close.”

Matty’s pupils were completely dilated. His face was so close to your pussy, and he watched as his own fingers worked you to an orgasm. Matty blew out a puff of air from his lips, making you shiver as you felt it fan across your cunt. Your walls clenched around his fingers. “I’ve got you, baby. Breathe. Cum for me, let go.”

His words pushed you over, the gravel in his voice making your toes curl. Your orgasm racked through your body with a shudder, and you squirmed as he fucked you through it with his fingers. Your orgasm was pulsing relentlessly, and Matty’s fingers wouldn’t stop moving. When you finally stop shivering, Matty pulls his fingers out of you and instantly brings them to his mouth. Licking your juices off his digits.

You looked at him, surely looking like you got struck by lightning. He took a lot out of you, and it really was unwinding. Matty got off his knees, bending to kiss your forehead. You looked down at the very obvious tent in his pants, but he rubbed your shoulder. “Gonna go run us a bath, angel. Join me when you’re ready.” His hand came to your chin, pulling you in for a kiss that you happily reciprocated.

#matty healy x reader #matty healy blurb #matty healy smut #i just wanted to get this out tonight :)#bc i’m working on another blurb #and my wip (both gyno :))#so hopefully this doesn’t suck #but i lowk like it

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jackmanbj · 6 months

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happy wife, happy life

summary: your pregnancy mood swings are killing jack, he tried everything to get you happy but everything he tried fails.

requested by a lovely anon!💕

jack had just left the house to go get you some food, you wanted to stay home because this baby was kicking your ass.

jadore went with jack to go get your food so she could get some to.

stinka💕-baby what do you want?

you- i told you, canes.

stinka💕- i know baby, what do you want from canes?

you- oh sorry, can i get a 3 piece please?

stinka💕- of course

you put your phone down and started watching me before you.

not even 10 minutes into the the movie, you in tears, but it was to good to turn off.

jack helped jadore into her seat and placed her food down.

he quickly went to go get you so you can eat.

jack opened the door to seen you crying, eyes still glued to the screen, tissue in one hand and remote in the other.

“baby whats wrong??”

jack made his way over to you and wiped your tears off with his thumb.

“nothing..the movie is so sad though jack..” “baby, lets go eat mmh?” “ok..”

jack helped you up and started helping you make your way down the stairs to jadore and your food.

“whats wrong mommy?”

that made you cry even more, just jadore making sure her mommy was ok made you cry.

jadore noticed you starting to cry once again so she hopped out her set as fast as she could and ran over to hug your leg.

you bet down to pick her up.

“mommys ok sweet girl, lets eat eat?”

“yes!”

you brought jadore back to her seat and your both started eating.

“mm jack this is so good, want some?”

jack walked over a took a huge bit of your food and you just looked at him.

“really jack? i dont even want it anymore.” “baby finish your food!” “no! i dont want it anymore.”

you got up and picked up your phone and started walking back upstairs to watch your movie.

a few minutes later jack walked into the room with the word sorry written on his forehead that looked like it was written by a three year old.

because it was.

“read my forehead babe.”

you looked at his forehead and immediately giggled.

“really? i hope thats washable.”

“it is mamas, now do you forgive me?”

“yes baby boy i forgive you.”

jack had the biggest grin on his face as he walked over to you.

he stood on the side of the bed where you were, arms open.

you quickly got up to hug him.

“jack..”

“yes ma”

“i love you.”

“i love you more baby, more then anything in this fucking world.”

jack leaned down to kiss you and you quickly kissed him back.

jack started rubbing on your stomach, bending down to talk to her and kiss her.

jack planted 3 kisses on you before opening his mouth.

“hi baby, mommy and daddy cant wait to meet you, you’re going to be so spoiled by everybody, i love you so much. you have an amazing mom, sister, and uncles.” jack planted a few more kisses over your stomach before looking up to fine you once again crying.

“babe.”

“im sorry! that was just so sweet!”

jack chuckled and pressed play on your movie.

every once in awhile, sad scenes would come up making you cry but jack would always calm you down.

until the movie ended.

you were right expecting the most happiest ending ever.

but it wasn’t, in fact it was the saddest ending you genuinely ever seen.

and you wouldn’t stop crying, lord knows it was just the baby but jack knew it was hormones and the only way for you to stop crying like this would be for you to go to sleep.

“baby how about you go to sleep.”

you shook your head no then got up and went to the bathroom.

“wheres jadore?”

“taking a nap mamas why?” jack got up and made his way to the doorframe of the bathroom.

“nothing, i was just checking.”

you reached for the shower handle losing your balance but jack was quick to catch you.

“unt unt, mamas go lay down, you can shower later fuck that.”

“jack! i wanna shower now!” “no ‘cause you almost bussed your fucking ass, go to the bedroom.”

jack pointed to the room implying for you to go there.

you simply huffed and rolled your eyes.

at this point, you simply wanted to take your shower and relax, but no.

‘just because i was about to fall doesn’t mean im not capable of taking a fucking shower.’

you thought to yourself as jack finally walked into the bedroom to join you on the bed.

“ma.”

you simply looked at him before pulling out your computer.

jack reached over and took the computer out of your lap and closed it, placing it on his side of the bed.

you quickly pulled on his earlobe.

your nails pressing together slightly as jack whined in pain.

“give me my fucking computer jackman thomas.”

“yes ma’am.”

as soon as you let jack go he reached to grab your computer rubbing his ear in pain.

you took a look at jack to realize he was pouting and rubbing his ear.

“aww come here stinka.”

you pulled jack into your chest as he fake cried.

“jack baby im sorry.”

“you almost killed me!”

“dont you think thats a bit dramatic?”

you moved jack curls out the way exposing that huge forehead and kissed forehead before gently placing them back.

“jack your forehead is huge, i hope sarija doesn’t have a forehead like that, i was so happy when jadore didn’t”

“THATS UNNECESSARY! you know what, i hope they dont have your high. since you know, your 5’5 on a good day.”

jack leaned up to whisper in your ear “its never a good day.”

you push his head off your chest while giggling and jack was full out belly laughing.

“are you finally happy ma? youve been crying all day.”

you quickly pouted.

“im kidding babe.”

jack placed a kiss on your lips and you quickly smiled.

“im going take my shower jack.”

“take it in the morning, lets go to sleep.”

“fine.”

you laid down once again slightly agitated, jack reached over to rub your bump and of course you let him but you let out a angry huff

jack realized you were once again upset but decided to let you sleep and not speak on it.

‘im going to have to deal with this the whole rest of this pregnancy’ jack thought as he kissed your cheek rubbing your belly.

#jack harlow x reader #jack harlow #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow imagine #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow x you #dad! jack

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virescent-v · 5 months

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fluffy emily fic where readers having a bad day so emily cuddles on the couch with them and lots of face kisses cause they’re my weakness 😫

Bad Day

A/N: Hi bestie! I hope this fits what you were looking for! Emily would be the BEST with comforting I stg. Thanks for the prompt! Words: 873 Warnings: Uh, none. This is pure fluff. No smut.

If it could go wrong, it has today.

You started the day quite literally on the wrong side of the bed, and you overslept by an hour. Thankfully, your work wasn’t too upset because you’re never really late, but it still threw off your morning.

Then, you spilled your hot coffee all over your white shirt on your way back from the break room. You could feel your skin sizzling from the coffee, not hot enough to leave permanent burns, but enough to be uncomfortable and painful. After calming down and using a napkin to soak up what you could, you threw your jacket over your shirt to hide the stain.

At lunch, you realized you left your salad and soup at home. So, you have a vending machine pop tart and a bag of chips and hope it’s enough to last you until dinner.

Then, your computer crashed in the middle of your project and you lost everything you’d been working on for the past three hours.

To finish out the day, you got a parking ticket for parking in the one spot in the entire lot that was open this morning, but apparently was a reserved spot. Thankfully, you didn’t get towed.

Rush hour traffic meant it took you over an hour to get home.

You just wanted to eat something, shower, and crash and forget this day happened.

Opening the door to your place, you could smell the tantalizing aroma of a red sauce and garlic bread. There was faint acoustic music playing, a few candles lit around the room. You dropped all of your stuff at the door, slipped your shoes off, and went further into the house.

Without shoes, you were able to basically sneak up on your girlfriend, Emily, who was standing at the stove, stirring what you assumed to be sauce. Her hips were lightly swaying to the music from the speakers, an off-tune hum coming from her lips.

You could feel yourself melting, the stress and weight of the day finally lifting, sending you into a tailspin of emotion. Your lower lip started to tremble, so you brought it between your teeth in a nervous habit to keep it under control. The tears gathering in your eyes spilling over, your sniffles finally alerting your girlfriend that you were home.

Emily turned to you, a smile on her face before she caught the look on yours. “Baby? What’s wrong?” She asked, putting the spoon down hastily and rushing to your side. Her hands immediately came up, brushing your hair from your face, her thumbs wiping away the few tears that had escaped.

You tried to talk, to tell her how your day just wasn’t good, but it was like the words were stuck in your throat. You shook your head, frustrated that you couldn’t get it out and frustrated that you were crying.

Emily, being the amazing profiler she is, shushed you, placing small kisses over your cheeks, the taste of your salty tears not stopping her.

She quietly led you to the couch, turned on your favorite comfort show, and placed your favorite fuzzy blanket over your lap before disappearing back into the kitchen. You could faintly hear some noises, the sound of a cabinet opening and closing, silverware hitting ceramic plates.

Your eyes were focused on the tv, but your mind wasn’t really comprehending what was going on in the scene. You could feel yourself slipping into an almost dissociative state, your mind an empty, hazy fog. You were broken from your reverie by Emily’s hand on your knee, a plate of hot food in her other.

“Eat, love.”

Getting a strong whiff of garlic, meat, and italian seasonings, your stomach made an appearance with a large growl. You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

Emily laughed lightly, her body turned completely toward you. She pushed more of your hair behind your ear, twirling the ends of it between her fingers. As you ate, she scratched at the back of your neck, a habit of hers you take ultimate comfort in.

When you finished, she took the plate, heading back into the kitchen. You could hear the sink running, the dishwasher being loaded. You sunk further into the couch, pulling the blanket up around your shoulders.

Emily came back, lifted up one side of the blanket, pulling your legs across hers, almost settling you in her lap. You put your face on her shoulder, wrapped an arm around her, the feeling of her warmth settling you.

“Wanna talk about today?”

You shook your head lightly, as you let out a low, whispered, “later.”

Emily hummed her acknowledgement, her lips brushing lightly against your temple. You turned your head more towards her, sighing as her lips continued to travel across your face, leaving gentle caresses on your forehead, cheeks, and nose.

Each press of her lips were so light they almost tickled. It was cute, and intimate, without any pressure of becoming something more. You felt a wave of contentment, love, and happiness wash over you.

Wrapped in Emily’s arms was where you felt the most safe, the most protected, the most at home.

With Emily, you could never have a truly bad day.

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #virescent v fanfic #ask v!#emily prentiss fanfic #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss fanfiction

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elliesflwrgirl · 11 months

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cw, top!ellie, bottom!reader, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), dirty talk, light bondage, pet names (sweet girl, good girl, etc.)

summary: cheating with ellie pt 2 FINALLY.

tags: @jjmaybankslittleslut @4rl0qq @gold-dustwomxn there u goooo

if u enjoy pls reblog and like!! i love u.

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you lay cradled in ellie’s arms after another night of fucking behind amber’s back. you lay against ellie in just an old tee shirt of hers, ellie runs her fingers through your hair, staring down at you. she notices the slight crease between your brows and frowns slightly. “what’s wrong?” she brushes some hair out of your face.

“nothing,” you fake a soft smile and she shakes her head. “no cmon, tell me. you can tell me anything.” she hums before placing a kiss on the side of your head. “i feel guilty, els. i just…i hate doing this.” you sigh and ellie’s body language changes.

“you hate doing what?” you hear the hurt in her voice and you’re quick to comfort her. “no, not…this. i hate going behind her back…it makes me feel shitty.” you shrug and she nods her head.

“well…do you wanna stop?” ellie stares down at you and you think for a moment. “i think we should…” your words weren’t the entire truth. things were complicated. yes, you loved amber. yes, you loved fucking ellie. and yes…you loved ellie. but, what if this went sideways? what if you did breakup with amber, and things with ellie went wrong and you lost her. even thinking about it was unbearable. you couldn’t, and wouldn’t ruin this friendship. it wasn’t an option.

ellie nodded her head, “oh…okay then.” she lightly scoffed before pulling away from you. scooting to the other end of the bed. “you should get going, ambers gonna wake up soon, it’s almost six am.” she brushes her hair out of her face. “and i’ve got patrol in the morning so…yeah you should go.”

you knew she was hurt, you could see it written on her face. a frown overtook your face, “ellie, don’t be like that.” you move toward her and she stands up. “be like what? like someone who basically just got dumped? because it feels pretty damn shitty.” she scoffs and you stand up, reaching for her hand.

she takes a step back, “i’m gonna shower…do me a favor? be gone when i get out.” she sighs before walking to the bathroom. you stand for a moment. realizing just how fucked this whole thing is.

you gather your things, putting your clothes back on and quickly slipping out into the night.

you walk back in through the back door of your house, quietly climbing back into bed. you see ambers hair scatter against pillows and you just feel guilt creep up inside of you.

the next morning you wake up to amber’s head laid on your chest, your arms wrapped around her. she yawned softly, running her thumb over your hips. it all felt wrong. she felt wrong. “morning,” she smiled and pressed a kiss to your stomach. you give a soft smile before she climbs off of you, and as you watch her leave the room, a part of you wishes she was ellie.

it was sickening, the way within the span of the past couple of weeks you had spent with ellie, it changed everything. ellie changed everything. suddenly all the moments you spent without ellie become more obvious that she wasn’t around, and you craved her. you craved her smell, her touch, her voice. you missed her even when you just saw her.

you climb out of bed to find amber in the kitchen making breakfast. toast and eggs. you rubbed your tired eyes, seeing as you were running on two hours of sleep, you were utterly exhausted. “want some?” amber mumbled as she was making her plate. you nodded, “mhm”

you seemed to be lost in your own world as you ate. thinking about ellie. thinking about how you left her last night. thinking about how should’ve told her the truth. you’re scared. scared as fuck to ruin this. to lose her.

“hello?” you hear ambers voice echo and you look up at her. “sorry, what?” she rolls her eyes at you, sighing. “i’m going out with friends tonight, i won’t be home till later.” you nod your head, not fully comprehending anything she said.

the rest of the day you were on auto-pilot. your thoughts only surrounded ellie, was she okay? was she still upset? what was she thinking? was she thinking about this as much as you? is this what you really want? you hated how this all came down to ellie vs amber. you hated it all. why couldn’t your girlfriend like your friend? is that what you and ellie were? friends?

it all just gave you a headache.

later that night you sat on the couch, reading some book ellie recommended. amber came out of the room in a small red dress, makeup done, hair done. you furrow your brows, “where are you going?” you stare at her and she frowns slightly.

“oh, i told you earlier i’m going out with a friend.” she hums, slipping on her heels. you close the book, “can i join?” you could use the distraction. “you wouldn’t like it. lots of dancing, you hate dancing.” she sighs and you furrow your brows. you loved dancing.

you nod your head slowly, “do i?” you laugh sarcastically and she looks over at you. “yes? you told me you did. plus, you never drink as much as me and it makes things less fun.” she shrugs as she checks herself in the mirror.

well fuck if that didn’t hurt…you furrow your brows and stand from the couch. “why’re your being so weird about this? do you not want me to come?” you ask and she turns around quickly. “what? why would you say that? why would i not want you to come?” she scoffs, checking her lipstick.

“well…you’re just coming up with excuses…it’s okay to say you don’t want me to come, we all need our space.” you hum and she rolls her eyes. “please don’t act like this right now.” as the words leave her lips a hint of anger hits you.

“what the fuck does that mean?” you scoff and she looks at you. “like some jealous bitch. i’m just going dancing with a couple friends.” she spews and you don’t let the fact it went from friend to friends.

“i’m the jealous bitch? that’s fucking rich coming from you.” you bark and she widens her eyes. “oh what now? gonna call me some jealous crazy bitch for saying ellie wants to fuck you? we all know it, everybody besides you!” she points her finger at you and runs her hands through her hair.

“jealous bitch, yes. crazy maybe not so much.” you huff and she raises her brows. “what the fuck does that mean?” she raises her voice and you roll your eyes. “what do you think it means, amber? ellie and i fucked! are you happy? you were right!” you scream and she widens her eyes.

“you fucked her?…you fucking bitch.” she scoffs. “not exactly unpredictable.” she grabs her bag and starts towards the door.

“don’t bother coming back.” you spit out and she scoffs under her breath. “wasn’t fucking planning on it.” and with that she slams the door.

a scoff leaves your lips that soon turns your to a laugh. it was all just so fucking bittersweet. you were hurt…upset even, but another part of you was just itching to tell ellie.

you grabbed your shoes, tugging them on your feet and heading to ellie’s. once you reach her doorstep fear creeps in. what if she doesn’t want to see you? what if she doesn’t care?

you place a soft knock on the door, nothing. another one. nothing. you knock harder and the door comes swinging open. ellie, in her sports bra and boxers, rubs her sleepy eyes. you widen yours, “fuck, i’m so sorry.” you shake your head and she leans against the door frame.

“what’re you doing here?” she rasped sleepily and looked at you. “i…um, i broke up with amber. i told her about…us.” you rush out and ellie furrows her brows. “you broke up with amber?”

you nod your head and she moves from the door way, “well, you wanna come in?” she sighs and you nod softly.

you walk past her and into the living room, looking back as she shuts the door. “so…” she sighs, “why’d you break up with her?”

you almost scoff, because, what kind of question is that? “you. well…i told her we fucked…and told her not to come back.” you shrug and ellie laughs dryly, “how’d she take that? you telling her we fucked.” she has a cocky smirk all over her face.

“she said it was expected, and called me a fucking bitch.” you fight back a smile as you say it and ellie grins, “fuck, i wish i’d seen her face.” she takes a step closer to you.

“god your so…” you trail off as you look up at ellie. her eyes full of something dark, and heated. “so…she’s out of the picture now?” she keeps taking steps towards you, causing you to subconsciously take steps back until your back hits the wall.

you nod your head, your throat feeling dry from all of this tension. “completely out of the picture.” you speak softly and she nods her head. her eyes fall to your lips, “so does that mean i can still do this?” her hands find your hips, pressing hers against yours. you nod your head, “mhm”

“and, can i do this?” her hand finds the base of your neck, gently holding it, pulling your face closer. her lips inches from yours. her breath hits your lips and you hold your breath. the feeling over her hands on your felt euphoric.

her lips press yours, softly at first but it quickly becomes a feverish, desperate kiss. you grip at her hips, and she groans against your lips. ellie grips your hips, walking you backwards through the doorway of her bedroom.

she presses a soft kiss to your lips before shoving you down onto the bed. a soft laugh coming from your lips before ellie’s hovering above you. her lips softly touch yours, a soft hum leaving her lips. she kisses down your jaw, her hands running down your sides. her hands wrap around your wrists, slowly bringing them up and pinning them over your head.

kissing up to your ear, “keep your hands up there for me, sweet girl.” she kisses down your neck, pulling your tee shirt up and off of you. she kisses down your chest, placing kisses between your tits, kissing down your sternum slowly.

she hums softly as she places a kiss against your hip, undoing your belt and pull it off of you. she straddles your hips and grabs your wrists, tying the belt around them. pinning them down once again and look down at you, “look so pretty like this, all helpless.” she murmurs as she climbs off of you.

she pulls your pants down and off of you, tossing them onto the ground. running her hands up your thighs, gripping at them. a soft whine leaving your lips at the roughness of her grip. you wanted to touch her, and you wanted her to touch you.

she hums, placing soft kisses up your thighs. “you wanna know how good i can make you feel when you’re all mine?” she looks up at you and you nod softly. “please,” you whine. “so needy,” she tsks.

she presses her tongue against your cunt, feel how wet you are against her lips. a soft low moan leaves your lips. she runs her tongue up and down your slit slowly, a torturous speed. she hums against you, gently circling her tongue against your clit.

a whimper leaves your lips as she does. your head tilting back, gently grinding your hips against her face. she pushes your hips down against the bed, “stay down,” she mumbles before dipping her head back down, gently sucking on your clit.

your hands pull against the leather of your belt, noticing they’re tighter than you imagined. a moan leaves your lips “fuck, ellie—“ she nods and hums against your cunt, “louder. want everyone to know who’s fucking you this good.” she demands and pushes two fingers into you. curling them deeper into you, a loud moan falls from your lips. “ellie, oh my god—“

“yeah that’s right,” she hums before she flicks her tongue against your clit, thrusting her fingers into you at an intoxicating speed. you toss your head back into the pillows, a whine leaving your lips.

she curls her fingers in you, massaging that perfect spot deep inside of you. you arch your back, moaning softly. ellie pushes your hips back down, moaning softly against your cunt. “i’m gonna cum,” you whimper softly.

ellie nods softly as you whine. she gently sucks on your clit as she repeatedly hits that spot inside of you.

as your orgasm washes over you, ellie doesn’t stop, she doesn’t even slow down. she flicks her tongue against your clit repeatedly, still hitting that spot deep inside of you.

“ellie—“ you whine as your thighs close around her head. she pulls your legs apart, opening them up and moaning against your cunt. “tastes so sweet,” she murmurs.

you grind against her face, a moan leaving your lips. everything felt so much more sensitive, yet so good. a whimper leaves your lips, “fuck”

she flicks her tongue against your clit, causing you to arch your back. you whine loudly, “ellie, please i can’t take it,” you attempt to close your legs again but she stops you, you could feel the bruises forming from her grip.

“yes you can, you’re gonna be a good girl and cum for me again.” she demands and you moan softly nodding your head. she flicks her tongue against your clit faster, a soft whine leaving your lips.

“god, ellie” you moan loudly, tugging against the leather of the belt again. it left a slight burn as you did, but somehow it made this all the more enjoyable.

you felt your second orgasm building in your stomach. ellie pushes her tongue into you, her nose pushing up against your clit.

you grind your hips down against her nose, moaning softly at the feeling. she pushes her tongue in and out of you, moaning softly against you as she does.

“i’m so close, don’t stop” you moan, tossing your head back. she moves her nose against you, a whine leaving your lips. your legs close around her head as your orgasm hits you, “ellie,” you whine as your coming.

she pulls away, pushing two fingers into you as she stares down at you. “this is all mine, you know that don’t you? you were mine the second you showed up at that bar.” she spits as she thrusts her fingers into you.

soft whimpers leaving your lips, “isn’t that right?” she teases and you nod your head. a hard slap comes down on your thigh. “words.” she demands.

“yes, fuck— i’m all yours, ellie” you moan. “and you always have been.” she hums.

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#tlou #tlou2 #tlou fanfiction #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #tlou series #ellie williams smut #ellie williams fanfic

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theywantedplayer · 1 year

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Bruises

I lost the request for this but the person requested a Luke Hughes X reader where the reader goes to one of his games and gets hurt in the crowd and he Comforts her.

“Im gonna kill them” Luke spat

When you were at Lukes game tonight a big crowd turned up and you were Excited for the team.

Michigan ended up winning the game 4-3 in overtime,the outside of the rink was packed with people as you were trying to leave. You ended up getting pushed around in the crowd almost falling over but you steadied yourself until a group of boys pushed through the crowd, you felt someone push your back making you fall over onto the Pavement. You lucky Caught yourself on your hands and knees, your hands burned from the harsh Pavement. You tried to get up but only got up to your knees before you were pushed down to the ground this time, you Weren't lucky enough to Catch yourself this time your right cheek hit the pavement. The stinging feeling of your tears falling into the Scrape on your cheek.

You don't even know how you got up, or ended up finding luke but you did. Now you're sitting on the counter of Luke's bathroom, Him cleaning the cuts on your hands and face.

“They just pushed you?” Luke asked Wedding a cloth with Rubbing alcohol

“Yea, I don't think they saw me” You tried to laugh off

“Don't do that ok? Don't laugh it off they could have Seriously hurt you” He told you

“I don't think they meant to Lu- OW! Son of a bitch Luke” you whined as he pressed the Cloth onto your cheek.

“I know baby I know it's gonna hurt” He Comforted. Tears slowly started to appear in your eyes from the pain, He wiped away the tears that were falling with his thumb. ‘Don't Defend them ok they shouldn't have been that careless”

You didn't Argue because you knew he was right, you just didn't want him to make a big deal about it. Luke had a Tendency to be overly protective and if you knew if you described the guys he would hunt them down.

He took the cloth off your face and grabbed another one also wedding that with rubbing alcohol to clean your hands.

“Your right I was scared” You admitted looking at him

“I bet” He respond “Im gonna clean your hands ok” he warned

You flinched when you felt the Stinging of the alcohol touch your open cuts

“Any more Cuts I need to know about?” Luke asked

“Not only a couple of bruises” you respond Instantly head palming as you know Luke would want to get a look at them.

“Show me” He firmly said looking at you “Seriously”

You sighed as you tried to roll up one of the sleeves of your hoodie but were unable to from the cuts on your palms, Luke quickly caught on and helped you roll up the sleeves of your hoodie.

He Grabbed your arm and turned it around, he saw the yellow bruises starting to form on your elbow. He grabbed the other arm hoping there wasn't another but he was wrong.

“God y/n these are bad” He groaned “Lets ice these and put some bandages on your palms” He did what he said grabbing some bigger Band-Aids from the cabinet drawer placing them onto your palms slowly patting them in trying not to hurt you.

before you can even thank him Luke picked you up and carried you to his dorm bedroom placing you on his bed.He left seconds later only returning with two ice packs.

“put these under your elbows for 20 minutes then take them off for 10 and then back on for 20 minutes” he told you, placing them under your elbows. Your heart Swelled at the actions Luke was doing to help you get comfortable.

“Do you need anything else?” he asked just standing In front of the bed

(Imagining this tall guy standing on the other side of the room just staring at you it makes me laugh)

“Can you lay with me?” you asked

“Mhm” He hummed moving to the otherside of the bed laying next to you, putting his arm around you.

“Thank you for taking care of me Lu” you smiled snuggling closer into him

“No problem baby, it's about time I got you back for taking care of me after games” he mumbled into the top of your head before leaving a kiss.

#luke hughes x reader #luke hughes #nhl x reader #nhl fanfiction #nhl hockey #nhl

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blaxcunicorn · 4 months

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One-shot

Heeey! I just wrote something random as I felt a bit inspired after reading Just kids by Patti Smith. I have been busy with my exams which is why I've been gone for so long but we back!

Content: fem!reader, NSFW warning, Rockstar Eren before fame, friends to lovers, poverty

You hissed as you cut your pinky finger on a thorn while making a flower bouquet for a customer. You sucked it up and gave the sweet lady her bouquet with a smile. “It’s perfect, thank you. My daughter is going to love it.” She smiled. Her smile warmed your heart. Being a florist wasn’t the most fulfilling job, but making people like her smile motivates you. Well, that and putting food on the table. You grew up in the city's poorer side, so there weren’t many opportunities for you after high school. The florist job was the best thing you could find, it isn’t all bad, the owner has been nothing but kind to you. You heard the doorbell ring as Mrs Johnson came walking into the shop with bags that smelled like heaven. She and her husband owned the bakery next to the shop, and they would always bring you the leftovers of the day. “Here, my love, it’s not that much, but hopefully, it is enough for a day.” She smiled gently. You opened the bag; it was a sandwich, a croissant, and a whole loaf of bread. “This is more than enough, thank you.” You said gratefully, setting the store ready for closure.

You walked into your tired apartment building, greeting the tired landlord who was seated at his usual desk spot. He gave you a sad smile as you stood outside your brown door with an eviction note taped on it. They were increasing the rent, and you were already struggling to meet the current increase of the last one. You had to sell your bed in order to afford last month’s payment. You opened the door to your small yellow-walled studio. You put the bakery bag on the counter, grab the sandwich, and cut it in half, leaving the other piece on the plate. As you sat down with your sandwich, you noticed a pair of pants with holes on the left knee on the table. You shook your head and pulled out your sewing equipment. As you almost finished stitching the pants, you heard the familiar sound of the heavy steps of construction boots.

Eren entered the room, greeting you with a warm grin. “Man, I’m exhausted, Gold, but how was your day?” He asked, putting his yellow helmet on the counter. He has called you Gold since childhood, which you never entirely understood. You and Eren grew up as neighbours in the very same building. You lived in another apartment with your grandmother, and Eren lived with his parents. Life dealt the two of you shitty cards, and Eren’s mother was killed in a robbery gone wrong when you were only five years old. His father passed away from a heart attack when he was fifteen, and he had to drop out of school to find a job. Your grandmother didn’t have the financial means to help him, but she would cook him meals as often as possible. Unfortunately, that didn’t last long, as she passed away when you were sixteen. Eren offered you to move in with him so that you didn’t have to drop out like him. Mrs Johnson, who was your grandmother’s friend, helped you get a part-time job as a florist. You managed to finish high school, and well here you are.

“Hello, Gold. Are you okay?” He asked, looking concerned. You jump a little as you had zoned out, I mean, how could you not? The construction job had made Eren quite built, he literally looked like a Greek God. “I’m fine, sorry. Just a little tired, that’s all.” You smiled while finishing the pants throwing it at Eren. “Thanks, you’re the best!” He grinned, caught it, and grabbed the other half of the sandwich. His smile disappeared the moment he came closer. He held your hand and stroked your finger with his thumb. “Don’t worry, I just cut myself a bit at work”, you smile, trying to ease the tension. Eren doesn't respond, his eyes are focused on the scar. “I will provide you a life where you don't have to take jobs that will leave you scars” he muttered. “Huh?” You said, looking confused. “Nothing..Hey, I brought a surprise!” He grinned, pulling out two bottles of cheap white wine. “What are we celebrating?” You smile, folding his pants. “The guys and I finished fixing the van! We are leaving for LA by the end of next week!” He said excitedly, pulling out two plastic cups. You swallowed hard but tried to put on a smile for him, although your eyes were stinging.

Eren learned how to play guitar from Armin’s grandfather at the age of fifteen. He owned an instrument shop and noticed that a couple of kids were interested in the instruments. It was first Connie who came in looking at the drums. Armin’s grandfather sat the bold boy down and taught him how to play the instrument. The second time Connie came, he brought his friend Jean. Jean was mesmerised by the beautiful black and white bass. Which after a few weeks, it became his best friend (after Connie, ofc!).

Lastly, we have Eren, he was on his way home from work when he saw Armin’s grandfather struggle with some boxes. He offered to help, which the elderly man accepted. One of the boxes contained a black electric guitar. Armin’s grandfather offered Eren to try it out as he saw his green eyes glow at the sight of it. Weeks later, he introduced the three boys to his grandson Armin who could play both keyboard and guitar. The boys quickly became friends and started playing together in the evenings. Armin’s grandfather believed that it was better for the boys to be distracted from the crimes in the city, and what better distraction than music? The elderly man passed away four years later. From there on, the boys knew that they wanted to start a band and make it out of the city. They found an abandoned van that they spent a year fixing with the help of Jean’s mechanic background. The plan was to use the van to drive to LA and sleep in it if they couldn't afford a Motel. Now it being done meant that Eren would soon leave to follow his dreams.

You took the cup, he offered you, “Cheers to you for making it in LA!” You said, smiling. “Cheers for the two of us making it in LA!” The Chestnut-haired man said, correcting you. “Us? As in..”

“Would you think that I would leave you behind in this shitty city?” Eren asked, looking at you like you had stated something silly like the moon was made out of cheese. “Yeah, I mean…ehm”, you played with your fingers. The guys always referred to you as their fifth member. You weren't a direct member of the band, but you had sewed them a few pieces to wear when they’d do free bar performances. “I could never leave you behind, it’s you and me against the world. Like it always has been.” He grins, toasting his wine before downing it in one go. It warmed your heart to know that Eren would never forget about you. After finishing the bottles, the two of you are pretty drunk. “Eren, could you please play something for me?” You ask, batting your eyelashes.

You look so damn cute drunk. How could he say no? “Sure, what song?.” He says, picking up his guitar. “This Charming Man!” You say excitedly. You danced to Eren’s angelic voice, “Ah, a jumped-up pantry boy who never knew his place!” You shout, and Eren gets up and dances with you. One day, I will write you a song that will make you dance like that, he thought to himself. The two of you danced like you had no care in the world, as putting food on the table was not an issue, as you weren’t surrounded by crime and death.

The two of you lie in bed, dizzy and out of breath but happy. You turn your bodies to face each other. “Eren, did you mean it when you said that it was the two of us against the world?” You ask for reinsurance. “Of course I did, I can’t imagine any other woman by my side but you.” The alcohol in his system was exposing him. You smiled while massage his ear lobe. “Is that so?” You whispered, dying of happiness on the inside. He doesn’t respond but looks at you like a lovesick crackhead. Your cheek burned, and you turned your head to face the cracking roof in embarrassment.

Eren cupped your cheeks, forcing you to face him again. You leaned into the warmth of his rough hands. “What am I to you, Eren?” Your lips were almost touching, and the smell of wine filled your nose. He leans in and kisses you passionately. His lips were a big contrast to his hands. You felt a needy heat growing between your legs, it seemed like Eren was reading your mind as he slid his two fingers under your dress. “Already wet for me?” He whispered. “Yes,” you whined.

Eren removed your dress and underwear, and you hissed in the chilly air. Eren doesn’t break eye contact with your as he spreads your legs and gives your cunt a long lick from the bottom of your vulgar, covering his tongue with your sweet juices. “God, Gold…you…taste…so…good”, he whispered, diving into your cunt. “Ah, Eren” you moan. You were confident that your neighbour Eric on the other side of the wall heard you.

All Eren cared about right now was to make you cum, to release you from all the stress from your everyday life. "'I’m gonna cum," you whimpered, realising all over his mouth. “Good girl”, he whispered, kissing you, letting you taste yourself. “Eren, can you please fuck me?” you asked pathetically. He flipped you on your stomach. He leaned over and growled in your ear, “You don’t have to ask me twice. Get on all fours,” and kissed your back. You did what he demanded, feeling shivers all over your body.

Eren collected cum from your vagina and smeared it all over his veiny cock. He gripped tight around your hips and hissed as he was entering you. Eren pumped slowly back and forth, the air was filled with your moans as your pussy was getting used to Eren’s colossal size. “Fuck”, he moaned as he started speeding up, digging his finger further into your flesh. “Gold, fuck me back. Fuck your cock back, it’s all yours”, he growled. Being the obedient woman you were, you threw your ass back. “Harder” he demanded, spanking you. “Ah, fuck Eren”, you moaned as your arms gave up on you and collapsed on the bed. That didn’t stop Eren as he lifted your hips and placed his cock inside of you. “Fuck, your pussy feels good. Keeping this from me for six years,” he groaned, continuing fucking you. Your face was on the pillow, which was a good thing as you were a moaning mess.

Your eyes teared up as you felt your second climax blossoming. Eren could tell as you clenched around him, “Give it to me, give it to me.” He growled, feeling you squirt all over him. “Gold, I’m not finished. Take this cock.” He demanded, filling the air with your whimpers and the sound of your skin slapping. You used the last energy to get on all fours again, fucking him back “Ah, fuck! You want me to get all out, too, all this fucking frustration. Fuck it all into you.” He groaned. “Yes”, you moaned, throwing your ass back. His thrusts became rigid and slow as he was filling you up.

Eren collapsed on the bed next to you while catching his breath. He kissed your forehead before you went to the toilet to pee. You walked out to see Eren comfy in bed. You lay down beside him, and he wrapped his arms around you. “Eren, you never answered my question, " you said, turning to face him. I’m in love with you, silly. Always has been, and always will be.” He said, yawing.

#eren jeager x reader #eren jeager x you #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager x you #eren jeager x y/n #eren x reader #eren x you #eren yeager smut #eren jeager smut #snk x y/n #snk smut #attack on titan eren #attack on titan x reader #aot smut #aot x reader #aot eren #aot x you #eren smut #snk x reader

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honeyedmiller · 1 year

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A Forever Thing | Joel Miller

i do not own the gif above. all rightful credit goes to the maker of the gif.

pairing: husband!joel miller x pregnant!wife!reader

warnings: no outbreak, fluff, brief mention of infertility, pregnancy.

word count: 1.6k

synopsis: you and joel have been trying for a baby since the night you two married, but haven't had any luck... until you do.

You stare down at the three tests on the bathroom counter. The six lines across all three tests stare back at you, and you feel so woozy.

Three years. Three years since you got married to the absolute love of your life. Three years you've been trying for a baby, but no luck. Three years of wondering if there was something wrong with your body, that you couldn't bare a child, that you were infertile.

Three years of sobbing to your husband, who shed tears as well, because you both thought you'd never get the chance of having a baby of your own. You had your stepdaughter Sarah, whom you unconditionally loved (who'd practically been calling you 'mom' since she was around ten years old), but you wanted to experience motherhood from your own body. You wanted to see your belly grow, shower your baby with gifts, have your husband kiss and talk to your protruding stomach, saying he couldn't wait for their arrival on Earth.

Tears sprung to your eyes as a sob left your mouth, covering it quickly. This had to be a dream.

Was it?

No. This was real. This was so real, and you couldn't wait to tell Joel.

A sharp knock on the bathroom door occurred only seconds later, with Sarah calling for you on the other side.

"Mom? Are you okay?" Sarah's voice is soft, but laced with concern.

"You can open the door, honey." You call back to her, and she almost immediately does. Her brows are furrowed as her eyes flicker to your tear-stained face, down to the tests on the counter.

"Is that-?" She pauses as she stands next to you, eyes scanning the devices on the counter. "Oh my god, it is! No way!" She exclaims in pure excitement as her arms gently wrap around your torso.

"You're gonna be a big sister, baby." You kiss her head as more tears fall down your cheeks, and she starts to cry with you. She knows you and her father have been trying for a baby, and was saddened for you every time a test turned out negative. She wanted a little sibling so bad.

"How are we gonna tell Dad?" Her glossy eyes move up to yours as she stares at you in wonder, her arms never leaving your middle.

"I say we cook a fancy dinner for him and put one test in a box as a present." You smile as you rest your hand on her cheek, thumb grazing back and forth.

"Yeah! And maybe I can get a 'big sister' shirt?" She asks, knowing you two would have to go to the store anyhow to get ingredients to make Joel's favorite— T-bone steak with country potatoes and corn on the cob.

You laugh at her advances, and nod your head. "Sure thing, baby."

You two went to the store and came back in about an hour's time, and you started to prep dinner. It was a Saturday, so Joel wouldn't be at the construction site too late. He usually got home around five; it was currently two thirty.

Sarah helped you as she chopped up and seasoned the potatoes, putting them in a pan to simmer for awhile. You worked on the steak and the corn, and while the food was cooking, Sarah made a small cake that she frosted herself.

It was four forty-five by the time dinner was almost done, and Sarah helped you set out place mats on the table for four, just in case Tommy decided to join you guys for dinner.

Joel walked into the house not even ten minutes later, looking tired but happy to be home to his girls.

"Somethin' smells delicious in here." He calls out, entering the kitchen to find you and Sarah.

"Hey Dad." Sarah smiles, wondering if he'll notice her 'big sister' shirt she had on, which you two luckily found at the store.

"Hey pumpkin." He pulls her in for a hug before kissing the top of her head. His eyes graze over to you, a smile full of nothing but pure love drawn onto his lips.

"Hi darlin'," He moved to you as he hugged you and gave you a sweet kiss. "What's all this?" He gestures toward the food that was done, sitting hot on the stove.

"Just a little treat for my hardworking man." You smile as his eyes turn soft, bringing you in for a kiss.

"Mind if I shower before we enjoy this delicious meal? I'll be quick. I stink." Joel chuckles, and you notice a sheen of sweat covering his neck and forehead.

"Of course. It'll be ready for you when you come back." You kiss his cheek and he taps your butt softly before disappearing into your shared bedroom upstairs. Sarah gives you a knowing look and you smile giddily, serving the plates and opening a cold beer from the fridge for Joel.

He was downstairs twenty minutes later, his hair damp and slicked back. He smelt like musky amber wood and pine, and he smelled damn good.

"No beer for you, baby?" Joel notices your glass full of sweet tea instead of the usual beer you'd share with him with a dinner like this.

"Not today, honey. Just felt like havin' some sweet tea." You grin as you clink your glass to his beer bottle, both of you taking a swig of your drinks.

"So, what did my girls do today?" He looks between you and Sarah, a soft smile playing at his lips.

"Nothin' much, just went to the store for stuff for dinner and made dinner." Sarah shrugs, giving you a small smile of secrecy, which luckily, Joel doesn't notice as his eyes move down to his food.

"Which is delicious, by the way. Thank you." He takes a bite of his tender steak, groaning at the flavor.

"Seriously, baby, there's no occasion for this? I know it's my favorite meal and all, but-"

The front door opens and Tommy emerges, a sheepish smile on his face.

"Hey y'all, sorry 'm late." He's breathless as he reaches the kitchen, fixing himself a plate. You chuckle at his late arrival, really expecting nothing less from the younger Miller brother.

"What'd I miss?" He asks as he takes his seat between Joel and Sarah, sitting across from you.

"Nothing, we were just talking about our days." You smile softly at him, eyes moving to Joel who was too engaged in the delicious meal, only half paying attention to the current conversation.

"Ah, seriously. It's been a long one." Tommy cracks his neck before delving into the meal, a small praise coming from him at yours and Sarah's cooking.

You take another sip of your sweet tea as the room falls silent, you and Sarah exchanging knowing glances.

"Why are you two lookin—holy shit." Tommy exclaims, first noticing you and Sarah, then Sarah's shirt, which Joel still hasn't looked at.

"What?" Joel asks, his head snapping up as he looks between the three of you.

"Are you serious?" Tommy looks at you, the biggest smile you've ever seen on his face.

Joel's brows furrow in worry, "What's goin' on?" He wipes his mouth as he swallows the last bites of his meal, and you look at him with teary eyes.

"Sarah, honey, can you get the present from the counter, please?" You ask her, and Joel's face displays pure confusion. She nods at you and happily leaps from her seat, getting the small rectangular box from the kitchen island and she brought it to you. She sat back down, looking between you and Joel.

"What's this?" Joel asks as you hand him the present, which he gingerly takes.

"Open it." You whisper, and his gaze remains on yours before faltering and moving down to the box. He lifts the lid of the box and freezes when he sees the contents inside. He couldn't believe it.

He looks up at you, glossy eyes matching your own.

"Y'serious?" His voice cracks, and you nod, a sob leaving your lips once more. You both stand at the same time, and he wraps you in his warm embrace as tears stream down his tan face.

"Darlin', oh," He coos, rocking you back and forth as you sob.

"We're gonna have a baby, Joel." Your cries fill the room as he hugs you tightly, but not too tight. He was already cautionary and it made your heart swoon. He pulls apart from you and gives you a long kiss, cupping one cheek with his broad palm as the other is splayed on your back, pulling you flush against him.

"Congrats you guys." Tommy gets up and hugs both of you, kissing you on the cheek. Sarah joins in on the hug, moving shortly after to pull out the celebratory cake.

"I gotta take a picture of this moment." Tommy beams, grabbing the digital camera that resided on the side table next to the couch. He snaps a photo of you three, with you holding the pregnancy test in your hand as your glossy eyes and huge smiles shine bright in the photo you'd later hang on a wall in your house.

Joel couldn't stop kissing you and touching you more than usual that night, ecstatic to finally be having another baby, and one with the love of his life. He couldn't believe this was his reality.

He kept kissing your stomach, whispering sweet things to the little one growing inside. He couldn't wait to meet them. That night, Joel fell asleep on your stomach with his arms wrapped securely around you, pure bliss coursing through both of you as this is what you two've dreamed of for so long.

It's all he ever wanted; his girls, a growing family, and a house to call home, which you and Sarah were to him.

And he knew, deep down in his heart, it was a forever thing.

#joel miller imagines #joel miller #the last of us imagine #preoutbreak!Joel #pedro pascal one shot #pedro pascal imagines #pedro pascal #tlou #joel miller fluff #joel miller x wife!reader #joel miller x female reader

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