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#i am SWEATING
chrisevansonly · 2 months
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good god the thoughts filling my head are not sfw at fucking all 😩😩
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kurosaaki · 1 year
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can’t stop thinking about seeing ellie for the first time in a suit.
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WARNINGS: there’s no smut here but there’s lot of teasing. so beware ;). not proofread.
WORD COUNT: 0.9k
TAGGING: @icedcold
A/N: they obviously fucked at the end. and i’m sure the reader also called her daddy during it. i mean, i would do it. should i write a part 2? 🤔
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seeing your girlfriend in a suit was the last thing you expected when you walked into the tipsy bison bar. although it was true that maria asked you to be at least minimally attired for the meeting that day, you had no idea that ellie would take it so seriously. after all, it was a meeting like any other, right?
you were curious to know why she had worn that white shirt that looked so damn good on her, with those black pants and the matching black jacket (which she had already taken off when you came in) hanging on her arm. 
you'd swear that something inside you shifted the moment she turned her gaze towards you, still standing in the doorway examining the atmosphere in the bar.
oh, you were in for a ride.
it seemed that everyone else had dressed up a bit too, but your eyes couldn't help but look for your girlfriend, who was leaning back against a table with a drink in her hand. your eyes were glued to her the moment she set her cup aside and rolled up her sleeves, revealing a bit more of her toned arms and, of course, her tattoo.
you breathed in and then walked over to where she was standing while greeting people as you passed by. 
"hi babe" she said, placing her hand on your waist, automatically pulling you close to her as she gave you a kiss on the cheek, "thank goodness you're already here. you have no idea how bored i was getting"
"well i'm here now" you replied, trying to keep your eyes on her face and not divert your attention to her arms or how well that slightly loose-fitting shirt looked on her, just the right amount to make her feel comfortable and for you to go crazy. it seemed like she had it all planned out for herself. "you look..."
she waited for your response, looking at your lips this time, not taking her hand off your lower back. your eyes couldn't win the battle and your gaze traveled up her torso, down her tattooed forearm, stopping on her hand. you cleared your throat and rephrased the sentence.
"you look amazing," you said "i've never seen you in a suit"
"i've never worn one" she smiled, locking her gaze with yours "you seem to like it a lot"
she brought her lips down to your ear, looking around to make sure no one could hear you and bringing you closer to her.
"i bet you'd want me to fuck you in it, don't you?" ellie whispered, a devilish smirk visible on her lips the moment she saw the look on your face "but you'll have to wait 'till we're home. we can't do that here, can we?"
it seemed that someone was approaching the both of you to greet you, since ellie's gaze fell on the people behind you, interrupting the not-so-private moment you and your girlfriend were having.
you turned around, waving back to whoever came to have a brief conversation with you. you were sure that they were bored, just like everyone else in the bar, and that's why they had decided to talk to you for a while, to make the wait a bit more pleasant until maria decided to start the meeting.
what started as a small conversation ended up lasting longer than you expected, and you had to admit: you were not paying any attention to what they were saying. the only thing going through your mind at that moment was the urge you felt to be alone with ellie and to be able to fulfill one of your fantasies with her. you couldn't help but think about her fingers inside you, her fully clothed and you at her mercy. you kept thinking about what it would be like to slowly undress her, undoing one by one the buttons of her shirt, taking it off, and moving your hands down to her belt and doing the same with it.
fortunately, you didn't have to deal with those who were talking to you anymore, as they left to talk to other people, leaving you alone once again after that conversation. you looked around, and this time it was you who took ellie and pulled her close to you again, whispering something to her that she wouldn't be able to fight back.
"do we really have to wait 'till we get home?"
ellie looked at you with that sparkle in her eyes that always appeared at times like this, when you could be in "danger" but were still willing to risk it all.
"fuck it"
she grabbed your hand, guiding you rapidly towards a door at the other side of the bar, which led to the bathroom. 
you made sure to check if there was anyone inside and when you were sure, you both started kissing as if no one else existed. ellie brought her hands to your ass, patting it lightly, making you wrap your legs around her waist and take you to one of the cubicles, locking the door and leaning your back against the wall, all while whispering how much of a bad girl you were and how much she wanted to punish you that night.
maybe it was the first time seeing her in a suit but definitely not the last.
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automaticllamacycle · 6 months
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Hey guys gRRRRR BARK BARK GRRRRR
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didhewinkback · 1 year
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Something to Dream About
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a/n: hiiiya! shout out to the legends @harry-on-broadway @hslllot @harrysblackcoat for the sweetandspicyficchallenge, using the above pic as a prompt. this was intended to be sweet. and is instead....so spicy. part of the Something Old universe, taking place the morning after part 3. click the link to catch up on the story. lmk what you think!
warnings: smut smut smut; word count: 1.3k
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Harry had a lot of thoughts going into this weekend. Mostly panic. Mostly the instinct telling him to run as fast as he can and then the other instinct to shut that instinct up. Trying to convince himself that dread in his gut that he’s felt the last several months is a result of a lifetime of commitment issues. That ignoring it and pushing forward is actually brave and right instead of cowardly and wrong, like it feels. 
He’d imagined a million scenarios in hopes that the universe would make the decision for him - food poisoning, the venue double books and cancels the wedding, Erin decides they’re too young and asks to push the wedding back a year or 10, the Brits get scheduled for the same weekend and tell him he’ll be permanently banned unless he’s there in person. 
He’d honestly have believed any of those scenarios were more realistic than the one he currently finds himself in. Laying here in bed naked next to you. The woman he’s loved his entire life. A thought that sends a jolt through him. 
He just had sex with his best mate who he’s in love with. And who is in love with him.  
It should scare the shit out of him, make him kick himself for years of not being able to see what was right in front of him, make him panic about the mess he left behind, how his phone has been turned off since the call he made to Jeff on the way to your room. It should make him dread the thought of facing those he hurt, how to begin to figure out how to navigate this while protecting what he’s building with you. 
And it does and it will. 
But right now, as he tightens his arm around your waist, pulling you even closer against his chest, your naked bodies lining up just so, he really can’t be bothered. 
All he’s done these last few months is think and overanalyze and try to force away his emotions to do what is expected. And right now? Right now, he just wants to feel. 
He presses kisses in a line up your shoulder, skin warm from the blankets covering you, pausing his ministrations to whisper in your ear: “Wake up, please.”
You shift a bit, snuffling as you bury your head into the pillows, a cute sound that makes his heart clench. Then he thinks about the other sounds you were making a few hours earlier and arousal pools in his stomach, feeling himself getting hard as he sucks a kiss to your neck. Thinking about the flush that bloomed down your neck as you took him in your mouth, how your nails scratched against his back while he fucked you –
“Please,” he whispers, nearly jumping out of his skin when your eyelids flutter open, your hand sliding up and into his hair, pulling slightly as he groans. 
“Harry,” you moan out, voice still deep from sleep. His hips thrust up against your perfect ass as he bites down on your shoulder. 
“‘M right here, right here” he whispers needlessly, pulling his hand away from your stomach as he props it on the bed, bringing himself to hover over you as you lay back, your hand dropping to your side.
The sight of you takes his breath away. Sleepy eyes will be the death of him as he sees you look him up and down, his eyes doing the same as they travel down your naked form, relishing in the opportunity to take his time and just stare. You smirk at him, stretching your arms over your head as you arch your back. He bites down on his lip as he stares at you. Helpless to do anything else but just gape at your beauty. He’s so lucky. Fuck. 
He dives down to kiss you, making it deep from the start, his hand curling around your wrist when you moan into his mouth. He kisses you until he can’t breathe, pulling away to plant kisses across your cheekbone, desperate to have his lips on you at all times. Desperate to have you keep sighing his name like that.
He pulls back to stare at you, feeling his heart about to burst with emotion. God, he loves you. And he loves your face. He’s content to just lay here and stare at it, hard on be damned. 
“You’re staring,” you whisper, your free hand coming up to rest at the nape of his neck, goosebumps blooming at your touch.
“I just -” He pauses, words failing him once again. The way you’re looking at him has rendered him speechless. “There’s just nowhere I’d rather be than right here.”
“Oh, Harry –” 
He cuts you off with a kiss, his tongue gliding over yours in a way that has your fingernails digging into his neck. He bites down on your lip before pulling away.
“Actually, there is one place I’d rather be.” he muses, ducking down to kiss a line down your throat, his tongue slipping out every so often to taste the skin.
“Oh yeah? Where’s that?” you ask breathlessly. 
He pauses for a moment, grinning against your neck at how affected you sound. He knows he could make a joke right now, say some cheesy low budget porno line for a bit of banter to make you laugh. It’s what happens so naturally between the two of you and he loves it. But he’s overwhelmed by pure and blinding need, as he bites down on your neck. He loves making you laugh. Right now, he wants to make you scream.  
He starts to kiss a line down your throat, sucking a mark on your collarbone as he brings one hand to the outer edge of your thigh, pulling wide to make room for him to settle in between. A gasp hitches in your throat and he groans against your skin, kissing down your sternum. He pauses to suck your nipple into his mouth, kneading at your thigh as he switches sides to lick at the other one, living for the soft moans falling from your lips. 
His mouth trails down your stomach, tongue darting out to lick at the skin, desperate to taste all of you. His brain feels hazy, unable to focus on anything but the feel of your body in his hands, against his lips, the sounds you’re making quickly becoming his favorite symphony. 
He looks up at you and it takes everything in him not to come on the spot. You’re wrecked. Pupils blown wide, chest heaving, a flush creeping up your neck, bottom lip swollen from how hard you’re biting at it. 
“Can I?” he murmurs against your skin.
“Yes. Please. H. Please.” you practically beg. He bites down on your hip with a groan, in disbelief that this is real. That you want him as bad as you want him. 
“Want y’ so bad,” he moans out, “You’re unreal, baby. I can’t believe –”
He cuts himself off, sucking a mark below your belly button before planting his hands on the bed and sliding down, bringing himself face to face with your glistening center. He groans into the skin of your thigh, planting a kiss there before hooking it over his shoulder and doing the same with the other. 
He grabs your hips, taking a deep breath before pulling you into him as he dives in, moaning the second he gets a mouthful of you. His desperation gives him tunnel vision as his sole focus becomes making you come undone on his tongue, driving his hips into the mattress when you slide your hand into his hair and pull. 
Heat sears through him as he mindlessly mumbles praise against your core. He’s overwhelmed by your taste and your smell and how much he fucking loves you and loves fucking you. A line you would give him so much shit for if you weren’t moaning his name the way you are now. 
He was right, you know. There really is nowhere else he’d rather be.
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thechillestcat · 11 days
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OOC: I HAVE A PROBLEM WITH TAKIS
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perceiving-misha · 1 year
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TWO sex scenes and now this?? BRO 😭 Gotham Knights is actually gonna cause casualties isn't it
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dorkorder · 9 months
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spaceratprodigy · 12 days
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are my besties online. I need them to know I was thinking of all the faith love interests as vampires feeding on her and where they would bite.
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ryumisadei · 1 year
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I might go fucking feral oh my god....
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hopelesslygaysstuff · 22 days
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Oh no I hope you feel better 😭 Can’t say I’m not down for random posts tho
I just chugged a lot of NyQuil and now I have my little honey and lemon hot water and my blanket and my cherished stuffed animal named furball… he’s a PANDA and I am going to either sleep or play red dead or watch YouTube and suffer
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sleepysnk · 10 months
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how do we feel about.. older brother best friend chigiri..
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mccoyquialisms · 1 year
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my god that episode was just one L after another
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okay hear me out, Boxer! Jake.
He stood in the middle of the ring, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he heard the roar of the crowd. "Seresin! Seresin!" A wicked smirk was evident on his lips as he held his hands up in victory, a trail of blood pouring down from his severely bruised and busted lip. His opponent was completely knocked out on the floor, medical and his team all swarming around him. It was a sight Jake was used to seeing. He was good at fighting. In fact, he was very good, and everyone knew it.
"And we have a winner tonight, folks!" The ref came and held Jake's hand higher as he reveled in the intensity of the moment. You let out a high pitched whistle that allowed your boyfriends eyes to land on you instantly, a wink being cast your way.
As the belt for the night was brought out to him, Jake couldn't help but motion you up to join. The rest of his team was there, you should be too. "Come on, baby. I need your help." He brought it down to your level as you grinned, one hand going up to hold the belt and the other wrapping around Jake, his lips pressing to the side of your head before he let out a yell. "This is how it's done!"
@fandomxpreferences stop me
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yoongisassonfire · 2 years
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You did very well baby Rain 👏👏👏I am not the one who is staring into his beautiful eyes yet I couldn’t take it anymore. If it was me I would have kissed him right away 🥲
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villenelle · 2 years
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mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry.
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