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leclsrc · 7 months

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wanna be nearer ✴︎ mv1

genre: 18+, fuck buddies ahhhaha, smut, porn w/o plot basically...

word count: 3.6k

It seems every time you tell yourself to stop, Max comes back into your life and all sense of resolve crumbles. title from this

auds here… hiii :) req'd by SO MANY PEOPLE i can't even start compiling all the asks hahah but if u asked for this here it is! writing's been tuff for me lately but this was the one thing i could continue daily (weird) also there is a case to be made re: max's hottest pictures being like 1 pixel in resolution... hope u all like it!!!

nsfw warnings under the cut!

18+ because... sexual tension, penetrative sex, some vague sexting/a sex tape being watched, praise/dirty talk central, size kink, unprotected sex, handjob (f receiving), max being a meanie

It’s busy today. You haven’t seen him all day.

To be fair, you weren’t necessarily looking—not at first, anyways. How many days had it been since the last time, now? The one in your hotel room? Almost two weeks, you think. The real answer’s blurry in your head, especially when you count the close calls, but this should be a record for you two at this point. Neither of you acknowledge that the only reason you’ve been so good at staying away from each other is because when you’re not roped into the same media junket, you avoid each other at all costs.

The media pen is full; everybody’s shoulder-to-shoulder because a few other networks bought their way into the space for the Singapore race. Right when your mind settles back into the focus of work, though—

“Here,” he says, his voice rough and tickling your ear. You nearly stumble forward, shocked at how his voice almost vibrates through you, a low trill that ripples top to bottom.

His hand settles at the small of your back, like his verbal confirmation wasn’t enough on its own; it’s big and his thumb rubs softly at the smooth strip of skin in-between your low skirt and your top. “Passing through.”

“Sure,” you say, dry. “Sorry.” You clear your throat and cant backwards into his touch—briefly, before you step forward and allow him to pass fully. Across you, Lissie looks up from her phone and you sense her trying to gauge why you’re so close to Max.

You blink and wait for him to disappear, wondering what you’ll tell her—how, more like. How the conversation even opens. How you’d phrase the truth, which in itself is a horribly grey area. Well, Lis, if you must know, Max and I have casual sex. A lot. It’s actually not very casual. We stopped now, but—yes, Max. That Max, yes.

“What about Max?”

Your eyes snap upward and then to your left, where you can see Max’s figure disappearing into a crowd of engineers. They return to Lissie and you feign confusion to mask panic. “What?”

“You were spacing out and then suddenly said his name.” She presses the tip of her pen onto her chin, humming. She doesn’t look at you and you thank God for it—eye contact would’ve rattled the truth out of you in seconds.

“I…” You shake your head. “I was irritated with—I’ve been irritated with him all morning. It’s. Yeah.”

“Oh,” she says, nodding, looking away for a second but not pausing. “Oh, okay. D’you wanna go over this edit again?”

—

The stale air of his hotel room, alleviated only by the vaguely fragrant linen spray they use when he’s out, is what greets Max when he arrives in the afternoon.The first thing he does—the only task he’d even thought of en route here—after the door clicks shut is pull up his Messages app and type.

Just got to hotel. He tosses his phone onto the bed while he waits, tugs his cap off and rakes reckless fingers through his hair. His new stylist’s got him onto jeans that don’t “look painted on” (you once said, verbatim), but he’d rather die than lounge in denim, so he swaps them out for just his Calvins.

His mind’s lethargic, but even his version of lethargic is high-drive for others—his brain has the silly tendency to work in absolute overdrive. He itches for a drink and orders a Scotch on the telephone. He checks his phone, which is lying facedown still, and as soon as he picks it up it chimes with your reply.

OK, nice. Did u need something?

No, just wanted to let you know. He hits send, then adds another. You’re off @ 8?

Ended early, I’m in the car. He’s in the middle of drafting a response when you send a follow-up.

I thought we agreed no contact unless business

He scoffs out a dry laugh. Despite himself, he reads the text in your voice, his brain completing the image of the bossy tone with crossed arms and a wickedly arched brow. In response he types: Can’t even update a friend nowadays? I am very tired you know.

Rules are rules, he reads. Then, Get some rest.

Yeah. Got a drink.

I said rest, not drink. Even then he can hear the exasperation in your voice.

How was work? I hurt a muscle doing training. That’s why I’m at the hotel early.

Feel better soon, you send. Had some press stuff today. Boring shit

Yeah? I missed you today.

Really?

A lot. He hums and leans backward, lets his head settle into the pillow, the smell of the linen spray consuming his nostrils. He waits for his phone to buzz, vibrate softly on the hard surface of his chest. It does, after a few minutes, after he’s let his eyes shut and let himself rest them for a bit, after the room service comes knocking and gives him the Scotch he’d requested while ago.

He’s back sitting on his bed when it vibrates. He picks it up and reads: How much?

You’re awfully easy to rile up. He smiles around the rim of his glass—he knows exactly where this is heading.

So much I think I’ll watch some videos of us.

The only caveat of casual sex as two people who essentially dislike each other is the fact that it’s all under wraps—which means if you two try to sneak off together, or are even caught in the same vicinity, people raise suspicions. And that means there are weeks where you barely get to fuck.

And that means you both grow antsy for it. He makes fun of you for being needy, when you’re tipsy and palming at the denim of his jeans or when you bend over when you know he’s looking. But the truth is he grows needy for it, too, craves you like you’re all that matters—he gets extra handsy, drops another innuendo when he knows you’re listening. There is a case to be made that he’s worse, in fact, because fans sometimes skirt around his words and wonder why he sounds so flirty when you’re the reporter in the room.

It was difficult but eventually he found a minor workaround: sometimes he films the two of you. There’s none of those propping his phone up kind of stuff, he just fishes for it in the middle of fucking you so he can store it for himself. It’s locked on his phone and he only has a few (the few has grown in number lately), but God it gives him release when he needs it and you’re not there.

I’ll call you when I’m at the lobby, comes the response. It’s always futile, the attempts to stay away from each other.

He pulls up the folder and lets his eyes skate over the thumbnails, squeezes himself through his boxers. Fuck. He can’t seem to decide what he wants to watch—the ones of you sucking him off, the ones of his fingers stretching you out. He recalls the whine in your voice in each of them, the pleads that escaped you for him to fuck you harder.

So Max, for the life of him, can’t even count how many times these videos have made him cum. But there’s one he hasn’t seen yet—the one he took the night before you two parted. You’d become extra needy on this night, preceding the season, he supposes, the separation. You already were anticipating the deprivation, starved for him more than usual. He’d have kissed you pretty, given you one orgasm after another and still you’d want more. And on this night it was you who asked him to film, you who wanted all of them on tape, so you’d both have something to tide you over until he got to fuck you again.

He pulls his cock out and strokes over it. And with his other hand, he presses his thumb on that video.

In it he’s fucking you in the dark, keeping the phone’s flashlight on your pussy as he sinks his cock into you. When he pulls back out the light reflects on the slick coating his dick, makes it glisten. It looks so wet, sounds so wet, with each thrust into you. He remembers just how it feels; he imagines that he’s back in your bed, fucking you again; that his fist is your pussy, and the spit lubricating it is the wetness that’s drooling out of you on camera.

He can see how tight you are—the way your pussy grips the shaft each time he pulls his cock out, greedy for him. Just like you.

The two of you were supposed to be quiet, too. You were at a hotel, your room beside another driver’s; you were supposed to be careful not to stir anyone. But your moans are louder than he remembers; so is the way you say, breathily, between gasps, Right there, Maxie, m’so close. Max inhales through his teeth, his cock throbbing at that—that Maxie, the cute little whimper out your mouth.

He strokes himself faster, watches the way your fingers slip into frame to rub at your clit, his thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier. He can see, hear—feel how wet you are, the sound of your cunt growing wetter with every thrust. He hears his own voice again, mutter out So good for me, yeah? And your babbled affirmation in response.

You cum hard, your slick getting everything wet and shiny and Max watches himself cum next. His dick’s already spurting when he pulls out and lets himself release on your lower stomach, some of it shooting onto your tits. He blinks, anchors himself back, quickens his wrist and digs his heels into the bed to keep himself from coming. Just a second longer. He knows what comes next and he needs to see it.

Like clockwork, he watches two of your fingers swipe through his cum, bringing them up to your lips. You blink up at the camera and smile. Quit it, your lips mouth, pink and cum-slick. Put it down, Maxie… fill me up again. He releases in weak spurts over his fist, a damp, flushed grunt escaping him as he does. He feels like the air’s been knocked out of him.

His phone rings and he presses it to his ear. “Hey, angel. Come on up.”

One week later

“Vodka,” you say to the bellboy when you get to the elevator. “To my hotel room. Very cold. Please. And thank you.”

The guy scurries off to fetch it for you, and five minutes and one elevator ride later, you're wrestling himself into your room, flexing your sore foot. Japan does hotel rooms well. The leather of your Manolo digs into your foot the way it does after you’ve walked the entire day and you can feel a blister forming on the back of your right heel but it doesn’t really matter, you guess, if you’re already home. Hotel-home, anyway.

You expect to find solace lounging on your bed, waiting out the hours to your morning briefing for the race and throw back a glass or two of vodka.

Instead, you find Max on your couch. He’s sipping ice-cold vodka—your ice-cold vodka.

“Hey, pretty,” he says. “Good vodka. I got staff to wire my FIFA on the TV.”

You just stare. “My TV. What,” you say, your eyes spotting the bottle of frosty vodka by his glass, “are you doing here?”

“I hadn’t seen you all day and I wanted to,” he explains simply. “Do you want food or something?”

“Food? I—nevermind,” you shrug. You’re frozen by the door, only just warmed now from the cold air that bit at your bare legs. “Max, how long have you been here?”

“Since Will Buxton started the post-FP debrief,” he huffs. He fiddles with the remote in his grip and extends it to the TV, where FIFA comes to life. “Aw, come on, angel. I know, I know. No sex and all that. I just like your company, you know?”

“Please. Go fuck yourself,” you scoff, toeing off your shoes and wiping your hands on the fabric of your skirt. He says one thing but you expect another—it’s only natural, given all the other times one of you had failed to keep a similar promise. But still you walk yourself beside him, fix the strap of your short dress, and allow him to pour you a drink.

“You know what I’ve been thinking about lately?” He asks absently. “About how you’re always having these talks with me about… about not having sex anymore, but you never even last two days.” He raises you the glass. “What is it, relapsing?”

“Fuck you,” you mutter. “It’s only because you keep trying to get me all hot and bothered.” You recall each time: in Monaco, in Madrid, in France. “Maybe if you got off my back once in a while, we’d be back to normal.”

He shrugs. “You just don’t have strong resolve.”

“Excuse me?” You scoff, irritation scratching at your throat.

“Wanna test that out? Come play.”

Your eyes flit over to the bright screen, all exhaustion cleared from your system. An animated Kylian Mbappe kicks a football in a loop. “Fine. One round and you’re out of my room.” He throws his hands up in surrender and you make a move to sit next to him. Max puts his hands out towards you then, nodding. You mistake it for some handshake, accept them, and then he’s wrangle you onto his lap facing outward. You feel your pulse at your throat as he pulls you tight against him.

“This is cheating,” you say, your voice dry.

“You got it wrong. Teaching.”

He moves his fingers atop yours, explaining what to press, what goes where, what to do for this or that. He can smell your perfume, hear your stilted breaths, and when he peeks over your shoulder he can see where your dress falls loose, showing the lace of your bra and your tits underneath them.

If he had it his way, he’d hike your dress up and have you ride him. But he’s given you a challenge.

You play a practice round and end up scoring a few goals, fingers making quick work of the buttons. Behind you, Max watches, content, answering your questions when you ask them hurriedly—how do I do this? That? Did I just score?

You score once, then twice, then three times, and before you know it you’re scoring in quick succession. The game is fun—it’s easy. If Max was trying to give you a hard time, he failed. You grow determined, competitive within seconds (something he really should’ve anticipated), and you’re scoring goals with skill that you’d confidently say rivals Max’s.

Max. You almost—almost forget he’s there, and then you sit up straighter and you’re hit with the sensation of his dick pressing into your ass. You inhale sharply and the controller clatters to the floor.

“You okay, pretty?” His hand comes up to rest on your knee, inching closer and closer with every hitch of your breath. Your hand, now free of the controller, seizes his, stopping it right at the middle of your thigh.

“I’m fine.”

“Yeah? You look stressed.” He doesn’t move. “You were so close, too, weren’t you?” The score stares you right in the face: 4-5. “Maybe you just need to get your mind off it.” It’s so bullshit, so extremely obvious, but he’s right in your ear and his hand is so near where you’ve missed its presence.

You’re usually competitive. You can usually hold your ground. But with this and him—

“Maybe,” you breathe, loosening your grip. He spreads his legs, spreading yours in the process, and brings his hand closer, running slender fingers over the lace material of your underwear until you’re squirming. It grows damper the more he touches, your mouth hanging open with stunted whimpers.

“You always come back to me, schatz, don’t you,” he says, whispers against your ear. You wrench a moan out. “Remember the first time? You interviewed me in Abu Dhabi… you teased me the whole day and begged to come thrice in my room. The time in Monaco you touched yourself to me when I was in the next room. The time we almost hooked up in Miami…” He groans, to himself more than you. “You’re a dirty girl.” He’s curling two fingers inside of you now, grazing against the sweet spot pulls the most delicious moans out of your innocent mouth.

“Every time… you go, that was the last time.” While your mind recaps the memories he’s busy spelling into your ear, Max’s fingers are curling inside of you against that sweet spot just right, and your moans are getting louder and louder.

“Fuck,” he huffs, watching your flushed face get more and more euphoric.

“Aw, pretty, look at that,” Max laughs. He’s looking at your thighs, watching the way they tense and shake as his fingers stroke your g spot. Each pump and curl into your twitching pussy feels better and better, and your dripping walls are starting to clench around his fingers.

“Wait, I—I can’t,” you pant, lolling your head onto his shoulder and involuntarily bucking your hips upward.

“Yeah you can,” he orders. “It’s so easy to get you to cum, isn’t it? Or is that just for me? The driver you hate the most?” He laughs. “Get all wet for the guy you couldn’t care less about. Say you hate me and get my dick nice and wet the next day.” You’re grinding onto his three fingers now, shameless with it.

“Are you gonna cum?” He asks.

“Oh,” you whine. “Yeah, fuck—yes.”

“Tell me what you’re gonna do,” he says wickedly. You can hear him smile.

“I’m gonna—please—I’m gonna cum,” you pant, tension coming to a halt and then bursting all at once out of you. His other arm holds your hips down against him, and you spend a minute and another twitching, your skin sticky with sweat and slick.

It’s not long before you’re whirled back to face him, your hands making quick work of his jeans. It’s a skill you’ve both mastered, the art of the quickie—in closets, hotel rooms, with sweaty, open-mouthed kisses pressed along the column of your throat, moans swallowed.

He hikes your dress up and your panties to the side, immediately bullies his cock into you—the glide is slow, but easy. You’re so fucking wet.

“Fucking big,” you gasp out. “Jesus, Jesus—fuck.” Your head drops and presses against his; he uses the opportunity to kiss you. You moan into it, feeling the stretch, your slick wetness dragging down the length of him as he thrusts up, up, further. “Been a while.”

“Feel good, though, yeah?” Your toes curl and you nod; you’re flushed all over and you need him to hurry up. You grind downward, onto him. He does, then, fucks you hard and fast, like he’s thirsted for this for way longer than he did. You’re squirming, all wet, and it tempts him to go harder. Your face is shiny with sweat, lips drawn in between your teeth.

“Slo—slow down,” you manage, babbling; he doesn’t, speeding up his thrusts until you’re moaning his name. “Max—wait—fuck, you’re so mean,” you whine, wrapping your arms around him and letting him take control.

“You’re fine,” he grunts, pulling out almost all the way. “You take my dick so well, schatz, every fucking time. Don’t you?”

“I do,” you gasp out, and he’s slamming into you gain. You cry out loudly, sniffling from the overstimulation—you’d barely recovered from your initial orgasm and already you’re hurtling into what feels like three at the same time.

“For someone who doesn’t like me,” he sneers, “you sure do moan like a slut, huh?”

His words get you more turned on than you’re willing to admit, but you shake your head.

“No?” He laughs, breathy from the effort. “Maybe I should film you now. Send it to your boss, let him see his stellar reporter’s getting Verstappen’s dick wet.”

Finally, the tension building inside of you reaches a head, and your pussy starts to twitch around his dick. He notices, grunts sharply and leans forward, shuddering as he releases into you. Your moans are choked and tapering into whimpers as you release slick all over him, and you attempt to catch your breath, collapsing onto his still-clothed, now-sticky chest. You scratch at the dri-fit material and inhale him, the smell of his cologne, his sweat. You bite at his earlobe, laugh when he flinches.

“That,” you say into his skin, “was the last time.” It’s both seriously and as a joke, playing off of what he’d remarked earlier.

“Jesus, princess. I’m still inside you.”

You giggle and drum lightly along the plane of his chest. In a few minutes he’ll pick you up to shower, but now you’re content to inhale him in. Quietly you wonder why you just can’t get enough of him—if you were in better senses, you’d have realized he was thinking the same thing about you.

#f1 #max verstappen #max verstappen smut #max verstappen imagines #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen x reader #f1 x reader

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hyomaslut · 9 months

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──★ ˙🍆 ̟ !! casual conversation between friends. 18+!

☆⌒(ゝ。∂).ᐟ ᴀsᴋɪɴɢ ʙʟʟᴋ ʙᴏʏs ғᴏʀ ɴᴜᴅᴇs ᴘᴛ. 𝟷

✿ ─ characters: isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, chigiri hyoma, reo mikage ✿ ─ cw: smau!, extremely suggestive/borderline smut, aged-up!characters, college!AU, gn!reader, no pronouns, unestablished relationships/mutual pining, use of foul language, descriptions of genitalia, suggestive themes, you and chigiri are talking about npc college drama, proofread??? ✿ ─ notes: honestly the smau aspect was so hard cuz im a perfectionist and wanted read reciets and everything. all the apps for them suck. i managed :))) and i rlly hope you guys like it :)) feedback appreciated. i put chigiri's at the end cuz its so long. part 2 is here!!!!

ISAGI YOICHI...

your fingers fly across the keyboard to tell him that yes, you were very serious. isagi literally jumps out of bed to go shower and everything. he has been crushing on you since forever and god knows he’s not blowing this chance you’ve given him by sending a shitty picture. you get an image attachment 20 minutes later, yoichi standing in front of his foggy bathroom mirror, the phone in his hand covering half of his face. he’s barely out of the shower, hair dripping wet and towel hanging extremely loose around his hips. his other hand sits at the base of his dick, acting as both a size comparison and a way to draw your attention to it. it’s obviously of decent length as far as you could tell, but the girth. you cant even pretend your mouth doesn’t start watering at the sight.

ITOSHI RIN...

you don’t have time to feel all that bummed about it though, because within a few minutes you’re shocked to get a picture from rin, the camera facing downwards towards his legs. nothing would be all that out of the ordinary if it weren’t the obvious tent in his shorts. the fabric around his crotch looks stretched by his hard dick fighting against the confines of his soccer uniform. it’s not exactly what you asked for, but you can’t find it in you to complain, because it’s way more than you actually expected to get. your mind starts racing. he’s hard from just a few suggestive texts? that means one of two things. either he really is a virgin like you thought he’d be, and the littlest of acts gets him riled up. or he’s just that into you. both of those possibilities sounded like fun. and the idea of those possibilities made you greedy. enough to push your luck.

MIKAGE REO...

two pictures come in quickly and you laugh at the idea of him rushing to take these for you. he sends the first one, taken standing in front of the full length mirror in his boxers, dragging down the waist band of them so you can see the first few inches of his shaft, phone in front of his face. he’s perfectly clean shaven, zooming in closer, maybe he waxes it? you can’t help but be impressed by his attention to detail. it’s so reo that it makes you smile. second one is sitting down in some fancy looking suede armchair, underwear gone, cock in one hand while the other splays over the bottom half of his face, poorly covering the wide self-satisfied smirk. you assumed he set up his phone with a timer considering he wasn’t holding it. as you stare at it, the initial evaluating that everyone does when they receive a dick pic fades away, and you feel heat creep up your face. reo was really hot, and just this once you figured it wouldn’t hurt to tell him you thought so.

CHIGIRI HYOMA...

you get through the stressful minutes waiting for his response by chewing on your nails. maybe you really just fucked it all up. but then, to your surprise, a photo loads in. its hyoma sitting on his bed in front of his mirror, his fingers buried in his hair to push it out of his face in possibly the sexiest way you’ve ever seen. his other hand holds his phone, his pretty face in full view with his gaze locked on the screen. your eyes can’t help but travel down to the only part of your crush you haven’t seen. and boy was it worth the wait. his dick curves up towards his abs and its a lot bigger than you expected. long and a perfectly pink tip. you bite your lip at the thought of it stretching you out, and then feel slightly guilty for thinking of him that way, as if you haven’t done it plenty of times during your so-called dry spell. if the whole soccer thing doesn’t work out, you’re sure he could be a pin up model. or maybe a greek god.

hyoma's got long again ;-; mb,,, but can you blame me??? i want to do a part two with at least nagi and bachira, but idk who else i want to include. open to suggestions ♡

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cyberkitty1 · 11 months

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can you pls write e42!miles x crybaby!reader? i feel like he might not react the best initially to a very emotionally sensitive gf but he would come around (probably to aaron's dismay)

Things have been rocky between you and Miles lately. You feel he hasn’t been paying attention to you lately and you know its not just you being needy because his mom and Aaron see it as well!

You call him to ask if he wants to hang out with you today:

hey miles, ive missed you baby! how hve you been?

you hear an annoyed sigh on the other end of the phone.

Ok, supongo que ¿qué hay de ti?

good! I wanted to know if you may want to hang out with me today?

no, I’m busy

but we haven’t been on a date in weeks

i know I’m just busy with work, i cant talk right now. Bye

wait-

click

he hung up on you? He doesn’t hang up without saying bye? Thats new.

- couple days later -

you decided to show up to his house with his favorite foods. Rio answers the door. “¡Ay, mi bebé, estás aquí! Cómo ha estado” “¡He estado buena! Y usted, ¿cómo está señora Morales?” “Buenas gracias por preguntar ¿por qué estás aquí?”

Oh um I haven’t seen Miles in a while and he hasn’t been answering my calls or texts.

Rio gives you an annoyed look “ i’m sorry hunny he’s been really busy” “yea, is it ok if i just put this in his room and leave?” “yes of course!”

So you make your way to his bedroom waving to Aaron. You open the door to see him playing games on his computer. you wonder to yourself is this what he’s been doing instead of replying to you?? interesting.

He turns around to see you but doesn’t say anything. “Hola, mi príncipe, sé que has estado ocupado últimamente, ¡así que te traje comida!” you say smiling. “ ok….just put it on my dresser.” he says sounding a but annoyed. “ ok, i also came here to talk to you” you said said standing behind him.

There was an odd silence between you guys “ well aint you here now? speak.” You were caught off guard a bit.” Yea umm are you upset with me or something? I call you and text you but your not replying.”

He sighs pausing his game “ so i always have to talk to you or something? Like can i not be tired now?” he say’s defensively. “ nonono I mean i call and text you but you will leave me on read or you just decline my calls. Did i do soemthong to make you upset, tell me.” he rolls his eyes “ you doin’ too much, i cant do this anymore” he whispers.

you look at him shocked “ what did you say?” tears filling your eyes. “ he stands backing you into the door. your eyes where already filled with tears willing to spill. “ I said I cant do this anymore! you always wanna call me and text me ma, you cry all the time like now! look you’re gonna cry.”

He says getting all in your face. You are way too stunned to speak. You open the door walking out. At this point you’re crying, mascara all over your face.

Coming down the stairs you see Aaron and Rio watching TV. Aaron speaks first “ what happened are you ok?” you look at them for a split second “ no um i’m just gonna go home, good night” voice cracking.

Aaron and Rio look at each other. “ Ill go talk to him” Aaron says.

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Part 2!

not really proof read.

im using a different app for translations!!

#earth 42 miles #earth 42 miles morales x reader #atsv x reader #earth 42 miles morales #miles morales #miles morales x reader #earth 42 #angst #no comfort

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the-pied-writer · 2 years

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damn two tag rants in a week this bitch is a mess

#ok so the two friends who were being weird about the whole ordeal have actually been upset about us kinda excluding them app?#but i really dont get it cuz we have had maybe two hangouts witbout them like we liyerally just did a day trip with them a week or so ago #and we talk in school all yhe time #anyways this isnt whats wrong for me #its just our group keeps having convos with them while im not around so i keep learning things secondhand #and no ones really explaining the nuances of yhese situations to me without me practically begging them to #and i feel like since they keep talking ij a group or being around eachother right afterwards #theyve gotten to process their emotions together #and i. havent lol #and ngl im taking this whole thing really hard and hurting a lot from it #but i keep ending up having info dumped on me and then just have to deal with the feelings alone #and i think i tend to map my emotions to match oyhers like thats how i grieve best #but i cant and im just really struggling #not like. call my therapist struggling tbh im just sad #anyways sorry i just kinda had to get my thoughts ojt

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anonymousys · 7 months

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useful system apps

hi ! we're an anonymous system, feel free to call us anon !!! we are making a list of apps* we find useful for system things !!! feel free to add any other things :)

*it was supposed to be just that but i forgot in the middle and just said a bunch of extra stuff. mb

our app suggestions

simply plural: useful for keeping track of alters and fronting. there's a chat function as well, though we don't use it anymore because of the way it formats messages. it is useful for reminders and tasks though! plus, insys communication if you aren't bothered by the formatting. (mobile and desktop free, but desktop is a little iffy.)

fortelling: an app for writers keeping track of their characters, stories, plotlines. however, we tested out how it would work for keeping track of alters and communication/journaling, and it worked pretty well! there are group options like simply plural, but formatted very differently. good for keeping discreet. (mobile is free, desktop is availble but payment needed)

firefox multiacc extension: we just started using this, and it's really helpful!!! we are able to have multiple accounts and tabs open, all organized by system! this, paired with protonmail, is really good for having seperate accounts if that's what your system wants. (desktop available, havent checked mobile)

feedbro: its a simpler, slightly lacking version of the usefulness of firefox multiacc ex.. we used it for a while for certain interests and added tumblr accs on it, and it wasnt the best, but it did work then! (desktop available, no mobile).

twinote: fake twitter. good for sys communication, plus it's just fun! (mobile availble, no desktop?) other fake social media apps work, too, though instagram ones are pretty annoying bc they need images

ifake: fake messages! good for sys communication, plus, again, fun! only thing is that you need to watch ads to make chats :( but the chats are good! many formatting options. (mobile available, no desktop)

notion: good for sys communication/journaling! we use one, and it's really helpful. we have a journal, task list (with reminders), alter list, interest list, plus more (feel free to ask abt it! can show ppl how it looks) unlimited amount of pages and elements as long as you only have one account per workspace! (mobile and desktop available, desktop preferred.) some alternatives are coda (limiting), evernote (limiting, formatting), and onenote (formatting).

pluralkit: bot for systems. we only use this on our phone as we have our own seperate discords on our computer (re: use multiacc firefox ex. <3) but it's helpful! plus, you can change your avatar per server (mobile and desktop available.) alternatives include tupperbox (formatting + old).

youtube music: pair this with firefox adblocker and i swear its so good. its just youtube but focused on music. cant change the playlist pictures, but lost of playlists available! plus less, shorter ads (if u dont use firefox adblocker for some reason). (mobile and desktop available, desktop preferred.)

other suggestions

keep a digital journal/diary! physical is good, too, but we personally find it easier to access digitally, plus less chance of people accidentally finding it.

use firefox. not too system related apart from the multiacc thing but firefox is great

some things we do

we have "certain alter [piece of clothing/thing/accessory]" that helps us determine whos fronting sometimes :)

try to keep track of what happens in life! its helped us integrate to be a little less confused with life

dont feel bad if you dont use any of these! its your system, your choice, you choose how to navigate everything <3

#* prince #plural #actually osdd #actually plural #actually traumagenic #osdd #osdd system #osddid #other specified dissociative disorder #plural system #traumagenic #* tin

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kining-the-evil · 1 year

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Greg house smut please!!!!

Smut Headcanons w/Greg House

An: I know its an older fandom, but I was honestly surprised by the lack of House smut on this app.

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Warnings: smut, talks of kinks, talks of insecurities, fem!reader, House being house

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House md taglist: none yet. Let me know if you want added

Greg is very open about what you do in bed together. You’re both there to enjoy yourselves, so you might as well get over the awkwardness

He would be relatively open to trying new things, but not everything.

He would try things like light bondage or blindfolds, but not hard core bdsm or anything.

Prefers you to call him Greg in bed, sir and daddy take the wind pit of his sales.

Although you called him Dr. House once and it definitely did something to him down there

He really likes quickies, especially at work. He’ll pull the curtains down and fuck you in his office.

Hell, he’s probably snuck you into Wilson’s office to do it if he pissed Greg off

“Greg, we cant to this im here,” you hissed as his hands explored your body before pulling your shirt over your head. “Why? Think i cant make you cum before he gets back? Besides, if he didn’t want us doing this the door would have been locked.” “It was, we broke in.” “Ops?”

He is a GOD at giving head. Cam have you Cumming on his face multiple times before he even thinks about fucking you.

Plus a few times on his fingers

He’s definitely a bit insecure about his leg. He’s sure the withered, missing muscle looks awful, plus it makes it difficult to stay up to fuck you for to long.

Luckily, he thinks you look like a goddess when you ride him. He gets to play with your bouncing tits while you fuck yourself on his dick.

He is such a boob man! Could play with them for hours, pinching and sucking Your nipples to hear your gorgeous moans and whines.

He’s a huge tease, and given how he acts around most people he can do it any time. No one thinks of anything when he makes a suggestive comment, the only clue would be your blushing figure.

Im the same breath, its easy to work him up. A low cut shirt or slight brush against his crotch will have you both fucking in some brome closet

#house md #request #gregory house #greg house #gregory house x reader #greg house x reader #house md smut #headcanons #house md headcanons #smut headcanons #greg house smut #gregory house smut

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lovlive · 13 days

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ midnight insomnia' - c.yj

SYNOPSIS - its the middle of the night and you have 2 problems; no.1 you cant sleep, and no.2 you miss your boyfriend. PAIRING - choi yeonjun x f!reader GENRE - fluff, established relationship WARNINGS - reader is depicted with a pink colour, reader is called ‘baby’ and ‘girlfriend’, just yeonjun and y/n being really cute with eachother <3 requested from anon: hi! i dont think you've posted yet, maybe your busy or just dont know what to write about since your a new blog, but i want to put in a req.. could you do reader x yeonjun with the prompt “i can’t sleep, come to my bed” id actually die AAH im so curious what you could turn this into, thanks :}

notes: thanku sm for the req! yeah, i havent been writing yet since my brain was blank tbh i had no ideas for a fanfic in mind 😭😭 but now youve added fuel to my fire and ill try start writing more often :3 (and yes, the 127 in the fic was on purpose)

The moon cast a soft glow through the small sliver between your curtains, painting the room in hues of silver. In the quiet of the night, you tossed and turned under your soft blanket, unable to find solace in slumber. As you battled with your insomnia, you just couldnt keep your mind off of one thing; Yeonjun. You couldnt stop thinking about the way he would hold you through these chilly early-spring nights, and how much you missed his warm body next to yours. At this point you’ve realised just how starved you were from him despite only seeing him a couple of days ago.

You gave up on your slumber, rolling like a log from one side of your bed to another to pick up your phone. The sharp glow from the screen hit your eyes, your face instinctively scrunching up since you werent used to the brightness. Your fingers lazily glided over to the message app icon, and then tapped on Yeonjun’s contact. The time at the side of the screen caught your eye, and your realised it was 1:27 AM. You were a little weary of texting your boyfriend at this late hour; you knew that he was probably tired after a long day of practicing and you didnt want to seem selfish or too clingy. But you shook off your bad feelings since you knew that Yeonjun wasnt the type to be able to fall asleep easily either. You began to type your messages…

“jjunieeee..”

“baby… ☹️”

As expected, Yeonjun was of course awake. Your one word messages were opened by him a minute later. He looked at the texts, a little confused on why you’d be texting him right now. Any how, he started typing back.

“y/n? why’re you still up. you better not be up to some weird shi 😐”

“jjunie, i cant sleep. come to my bed.”

“baby, its half 1 in the morning.”

“please..😔 i really cant sleep and i need sum1 by my side 😞”

“y/n you’re going to be the death of me... but what wouldnt i do for my beautiful girlfriend”

“ill be there in 5”

“yippee! 😇 i love you ❤️”

“love you more baby ❤️”

Your face lit up as your boyfriend agreed to come over. You immediately put your phone back on your side table and plugged it back into charging, then quickly tossed the dirty socks that were lying on your bedroom floor underneath your bed to appear a little tidier. After a little while, you could hear a quiet knock echo through your small apartment; your face lighting up once again. Your feet quickly brought you to your hallway, where you rummaged your drawer for your keys. Eventually finding them, you jammed the correct key into the keyhole, twisiting it and gently opening the door. As your boyfriend appears from behind the door, you immediately pull him into a hug, shutting the door behind him. “Whats up with you today?” He teases as he feels your arms lock around him tightly, wrapping his arms around your waist in response. “Just missed you baby.” You responded, taking in his soft scent which you missed badly. “Y/n, we just saw eachother a few days ago..” His chuckle landed right in your ear, warm breath brushing right up against your ear. The sensation of course did not fail to make you blush a little. “Yeah, but ‘just a few days ago’ feels like an eternity to me.” You whisper into his shoulder, finding comfort in just burrying your face in his shoulder and hiding from the world. You feel his hands come away from your waist and up to your back, rubbing small circles. “You really arent a patient person, are you? Now, lets get you to bed.” He whispers as he takes your hand in his and begins to lead you over to your bedroom. You obviously dont resist, and grip his hand back as you walk behind him. None of you made a sound as you walked to your bedroom. Both of your social batteries were drained from the long day you’ve survived today, and all you wanted to do was to hold eachother in peace as you tried to fall back into a slumber.

You walk into your bedroom, and Yeonjun leads you straight to your bed. He lets you crawl in and under the covers as he takes off his jacket and throws it onto the chair you have by your desk. He came just wearing his pajamas, since he knew all you were going to do together was snuggle and sleep. He climbs onto your bed, arms wrapping tightly around your body as your face hides in his chest. His hand runs through your soft hair in a consoling manner, trying to get you to feel more tired and sleepy. His hands work like magic, your eyes beginning to feel heavier by the minute. But before you fall asleep, you give his hand a gentle squeeze and manage to whisper a set of three familiar words.

“I love you.”

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pastanest · 8 months

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c.ai links

for those of you who don’t know, there’s a funky app/website called c.ai (character ai) where you can interact with fan-programmed bots, which is pretty cool!! given how much I adore the characters I’ve written for, I figured it could be fun to make bots for them, using segments of my writing to format the bots themselves!

so, that said, here’s a list of the bots I’ve made so far with their corresponding links - as the app is still in beta I’m not sure whether searching for ‘pastanest’ will work, but that’s my username on c.ai as well as here :)

> I’ll add all new bots to this list and reblog it each time as an update

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⌖

Spencer Reid

shrimp reid

no established friendship - you’re newest member on the team and you’re being introduced to everyone; it’s up to you what cases you work on!

jesus reid

established friendship - Spencer is frustrated by having to use his cane, disliking the impact on his mobility and independence. luckily, you’re there to brighten his spirits!

short-hair reid

no established friendship - joining the bau Spencer has a more cynical view on love after losing Maeve, so tries to push away his feelings for you from the moment you meet!

boyband reid

established friendship - mutual pining, no specific location/story, it’s completely up to you!

prison reid

established friendship - mutual pining, feelings pretty obvious, but you decide whether Spencer is due to leave prison soon or if you want to visit him a few times first!

post-prison reid

established friendship - you joined the team during/after Spencer was in prison (potential for age-gap if preferred, but not compulsory) and you have a very obvious crush on Spencer!

professor reid

established professor/student relationship - you purposefully stay behind after a university lecture (potential for age-gap if preferred, but not compulsory) to talk with your favourite professor!

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⌖

Aaron Hotchner

joining the team

no established friendship - you’re the newest member of the team and Hotch quickly develops a soft spot for you!

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･➷

Daryl Dixon

farm era

established friendship - based on just after Andrea shot Daryl, you arrive at his tent to check on him, but you decide where the story goes from there!

alexandria era

established friendship - you approach Daryl while he’s working on his bike, but you decide if you want to involve any specific canon events from the show/comics based on where you take the story!

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･𓆩♛𓆪

Jon Snow

winterfell

established friendship - before Jon goes to the wall, his love for you is the only thing that can convince him against joining the Night’s Watch!

the wall

no established friendship - the only girl on the wall, you are under the protection of Lord Commander Mormont and you tend to do tasks that keep you out of the way of the men, but sometimes you cant help crossing paths!

Brienne Of Tarth

forest dwellers

established meeting - you are part of Brienne and Podrick’s party as they search for the Stark girls, and Brienne already has quite the soft spot for you!

#spencer reid #daryl dixon #spencer reid x reader #daryl dixon x reader #c.ai #character ai #jon snow #jon snow x reader #brienne of tarth #brienne of tarth x reader

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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WIBTA for asking out my manager?

Hi there. Trust me this is a WIBTA and not just dating advice.

So I (35F) am basically working at my dream workplace. I cant say what exactly, because I know people follow this account there, but suffice to say its in a desirable industry with a lot of passionate folks, and while its a big (~150 people) place, there's an atmosphere of kindness and joy I've never seen anywhere else. I know a lot of you probably hate me for this, but I am truly aware how rare a workplace this is, and I am grateful. I dont take it for granted. Sometimes the work itself truly sucks, and the pay is outright atrocious, but when your coworkers have your back, it makes all the difference. They accept me even tho I'm trans, and when I've been sick or injured they make sure I'm taken care of. I feel like they are a family of sorts, and I've been working there for over a year now.

Anyways, this wonderful place is held up by a lot of wonderful people, but one in particular is my manager (30F). When I first got hired, I noticed she was cute, but more importantly she was welcoming and accepting. I set aside those feelings, of course, because its a workplace, but they havent gone away.

But lately, this all started to change. We now spend a lot of talking! We have lots of common interests, and there have been nights when both of us will stay for HOURS while the other works, just to chat about whatever! We even text a bit, even about not-work things. Sharing fandom stuff, whatever. The more and more we talked, the more I fell for her. I could hear her go on for days, even if its something I dont care about. Hell, she could read the dictionary and I'd be sitting there grinning because I get to hear her talk. I've got it bad! And then, a few weeks ago, she even brings up how she's given up on dating...but before I could ask more or say anything really, a coworker interrupted and the moment passed.

And here I am, weeks later, smitten like crazy. And I'd say "oh she obviously likes me, she sticks around for you, shares stuff with you" but she's like this with everyone. She's a bit airheaded honestly about it, I mostly find it endearing, but she could absolutely just be doing it because she talks like that to everyone. She's bisexual, and very pro-trans, so I dont think that would be an issue in any way.

But here's where the WIBTA part comes: I have told a couple other coworkers, and they brought up not only that its a dangerous move to date a manager, but also that it could hurt the workplace itself. I mean, this is a place where so many people get to have a joyful opportunity at life, and as I've said this is tremendously rare...what if I take up too much of this manager's time, and she cant be there for other workers? What if this manager gets fired for dating an underling, and gets replaced by someone awful? There's a whole lot of what-if's floating through my mind.

And then I start thinking, if I ask her out, wouldnt that be putting her in an awkward position? I mean if she doesnt like me, and has to turn me down, she still has to work with me, and I her. I can compartmentalize that, but...she might have more trouble. Is it selfish of me to even try, when I could just let well enough be? And on top of that, what did she mean by "giving up on dating"? It didnt sound like she was aromantic, just that she decided it wont happen, but maybe its just going to be a problem if I ask her out. It feels like the stakes of even asking her out are so high. So I keep chatting with her in hopes that I'll catch a lead, but...idk.

Anyways, I am primarily concerned with if it would be a dick move to anyone in my workplace, especially her, but genuinely I am just lost here. I've never dated anyone at a workplace, but like. The dating apps suck, and I dont think I've ever felt this way about anyone before. I've even thought about quitting or finding another workplace to make it an easier decision, but I feel like thats even worse; like it would put pressure on her to date me because I quit for her or something. So how about it? Should I keep my mouth shut, or is love truly worth all risks?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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elli3luvs · 1 year

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falling in love at a coffee shop pt. 2 [ELLIE W]

summary: you used to hate coffee but now it wasn't so bad

genre: fluff

wc: 2k

a/n: i rewrote a couple of things, nothing major, but i was re-reading it and it just didn't flow as well so that's why i took it down. thank you guys for being so patient !

part one

The phone sitting in front of your face was taunting you. Its bright screen glared into your eyes. You had the contacts app pulled up with your cup in hand. All you needed to do was put the number in your contacts and send a short message to the barista. It really isn't that difficult but the barista made you so nervous.

Ellie.

The name made the end of your lips curl into a small smile. It was a pretty name. Simple but pretty. Just like her. You thought of the way her hands flexed while she made the orders. Her hair seemed to spill out of its low bun, framing her face with loose pieces. Your thoughts trailed back to the way her hands looked while she poured the concoctions together.

Shaking your head, you grab your phone again. You put the number in your contacts and put the phone face down on your desk. Step one is completed.

"Have you done it yet?" Dina walks into your room with a bag of chips. You give her a grunt to acknowledge her question. You hear her rustling around behind you.

"I just have to text her now," You fully turn toward your friend who was now sitting on your bed, "What do I say? I don't want to make it weird."

She shakes her head, putting the bag of chips beside her, "It won't be weird! Just be casual about it." Her legs cross as she gets more comfortable. She always treated your room like it was hers. You didn't mind, though.

Hey! This is the girl from the coffee shop. The coffee was great!

"Now I just need to send it," You whisper to yourself, finger hovering over the send button, "Why is this so hard?"

Your finger hovers over the send button. Your bottom lip is in between your teeth as your heart begins to pound against your ribcage. You wonder if that was normal or not.

You don't hear Dina sliding off the bed, sneaking up behind you until her finger hits the send button. You squeak out of pure terror at this, turning toward her. Your phone falls onto the desk in front of you.

She is doubled over laughing at your reaction. Her hands are on her knees while tears squeeze at the corners of her eyes.

"Holy shit," She grumbles, "You should've seen your face!"

You clamber to grab the phone again. You look back at the message reading over it to make sure it was all spelled correctly. It looked alright. But it could've had a little more substance to it. Was it too dry? Was Ellie going to think that it was a weird first message? You groan loudly, slinking back in your chair.

"Dina," You elongate the 'a' in her name, "I wanted to read over it a couple more times! What if she thinks I'm not interested or something? It's such a dry message!"

She pats your shoulder, "I think she knows, my friend. Why else would she give you coffee for free?"

"That's just jumping to conclus-" Your sentence is cut off by the chiming of your phone. Dina's eyes shoot wide at the sound. Your mouth hangs open in shock. You cannot believe she was so quick. Neither can Dina apparently. The two of you sit there in complete silence for a moment before she scrambles to read the message.

Her eyes read over the message a couple of times. She squeals, looking at you with eagerness you've never seen before, "Oh man! This is golden."

You feel your stomach flipping, "What does it say? I don't think I can read it. No, I definitely cant read it."

She does the honor of reading the message, "Hey, pretty girl, Thanks for texting me. I will see you around?" Dina's voice is a fake deep sultry sound while she reads.

You put your hands over your face, "No fucking way. She called me a pretty girl."

Dina's voice goes back to normal, "Yes fucking way! She thinks you're pretty," She sings in an opera-like voice causing you to giggle, "I'm going to text back. Is that fine with you?" You don't have any energy to protest. The feeling of being called a pretty girl overtakes your mind and body.

Is this what love felt like? No, it was too early. Infatuation? That's more likely. It was a great feeling, no matter what. Thinking of Ellie reading your message brought a smile to your face. You wondered if she got butterflies when your message popped on her screen. You hoped you elicited that sort of reaction from her.

"Okay," Dina's voice snapped you out of your trance, "I told her you would come by later to pick us up some coffee."

You shoot out of your seat, "What?!"

Dina shrugs, "I'm kinda in love with the coffee, you are kinda in love with the barista. Just makes sense."

She wasn't wrong. It kinda made you ill how much she knew you.

The weather was beginning to change slowly around you. Gone were the days of warm weather. You were going to miss the sun beaming down at you while you walked to class. It was transforming into fall at a rapid pace. The leaves fell in a flurry all around you while the wind whipped at your face, leaving it red. Fall always made you melancholy. You hated leaving the warm, carefree weather behind to enter cold and gloomy. Just around the corner was even harsher climate. Your shoulders dropped at the thought of Winter making it's yearly appearance.

The coffee shop was now in your line of sight. The lights in the window twinkled, welcoming you in. There was a sign sitting out front detailing the hours and what sort of special drinks they had. It looked like Ellie's handwriting. It was a sad attempt at bubble letters. The lettering had you snickering while a warm feeling spread through your chest at the thought of her.

You grasped your backpack straps harder as you approached the door. You tried to see if she was in the back making drinks but a couple of plants were blocking your vision. You took a deep breath to calm your nerves before pushing into the coffee shop.

She was steaming milk when you walked in. The cashier greeted you to which you smiled at him before going back to looking at her. She was so pretty. Her hands worked in fast movements, crafting a drink for the other patron in the store. When you took a couple more steps into the shop, she finally looked up at you. A blush crept on her face as she gave you a smile. You were glad she acknowledged you.

"What can I get for you today?" The guy at the register snapped you out of your daze.

You stutter, "Oh, uh, Can I get, uh-"

"You want your regular?" She speaks up from where she was making drinks.

You nod at her, not able to form the words. It was like she had you under hypnosis. Just the mere sound of her voice made your brain lock up, unable to form a sentence.

She makes her way to the cash register, gently pushing the guy out of the way, and taps on the screen in front of her. The register dings signaling the order was put in the system.

"I'll get it ready for you." Her voice was smooth as she nonchalantly walked back to her area. The guy smiled awkwardly, motioning for you to walk to the pick-up area.

You sigh, faking exasperation, "You know," Your voice catches her attention, "I'm going to have to pay you back this time." She scoffs at your remark, a smirk gracing her lips.

She shakes her head, "There's no way in hell I'm letting you pay." Her hands work fast on your drink. You wish she would slow down. All you want to do is stare at her for longer than you usually get to. You couldn't help but look at the tattoo on her forearm flexing as she reached around the counter.

"The store is going to go bankrupt because of me," You see her roll her eyes at your dramatic statement, "Next time, let me pay."

"I'm the owner," This genuinely shocks you. You thought she was just a worker, "I can do whatever I want."

"Ellie." You say in a warning tone. Her hands falter a little bit at you saying her name. She seems a little taken aback at the way her name sounded on your lips. But it doesn't take long for her to begin working again.

"Ok," She resigns, "Next time, you will pay." She hands you two drinks. It was cute she knew Dina's order as well.

"Thank you for this." You hold both drinks up with a smile. She smiles back at you, eyes scrunching up. It was the cutest thing you have seen in a while.

She speaks up, stopping you from leaving the shop, "See you tomorrow?" Her hand came up to scratch at her neck.

Cute.

"Yeah," You were shocked at her words but went with it, "See you tomorrow!"

That's how the next week went. You would get up every morning, fix your hair, and do your makeup just so you could see the barista at your local coffee shop for no longer than 10 minutes. She would beam at you every single time you walked in. One day, she even complimented your earrings. That alone made it worth it.

It was a fight to pay, though.

You learned that Ellie was lying about letting you pay. She fought with you for five minutes the following day, thankfully, the cashier took your card when she turned around to grab hers. She looked at him as if he sacrificed a whole bloodline but he just shrugged at Ellie's dramatics. You learned his name was Jesse and that he had been working there as long as Ellie opened it. They had been friends for a while before she opened the shop too.

Dina commented that there was a spring in your step now. You just brushed her off but deep down you realized she was right. You felt freer. The leaves falling around you just reminded you of the beauty in life when it would make you a little sad before. You loved the way the wind hit your face. The chill of the air made you smile now.

This was just from seeing her briefly.

When you imagine going on proper dates with her or speaking to her for extended periods of time, your heart begins to beat faster against your chest. You wanted to see what she looked like when she was happy. You wanted to see her angry face or the way she looked when a movie she was watching made her well up.

You were falling for her hard.

When the text dinged on your phone you couldn't hide your cheesy smile from Dina, who has been as ecstatic as you throughout this entire journey.

"Do you want to come over and watch this cheesy 80s horror movie I found at the video store?" You read to Dina who flopped on her back, screaming into a pillow.

You couldn't help but thrash around in excitement with her.

She lifted her body back up, rigid with excitement, "What did you say? Tell me." She bites her bottom lip anticipating your answer.

You laugh, "Of course, I said yes!"

The two of you resume screaming at the situation. Even when someone pounded on the wall, yelling at you to 'shut the fuck up,' it didn't stop the two of you from giggling like school girls.

You could get used to this feeling.

next part

tag: @pinkazelma

#ellie williams x you #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams scenario

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ghouljams · 1 month

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-Sometimes they eat lunch together.

Do Prof!Price and Witch fuck nasty in his office ghoul I need to know (I don’t. I need to be sleeping is what I need.)

Obviously.

Witch knocks on his office door and Price lets her in with a smile. They discuss lunch options while Witch steps out of her panties and Price opens his fly. Price helps her hop up onto the desk and presses Witch's hand to his quickly hardening cock through his trousers. He kisses her like he's starving for it, forcing her to tip her head to follow him as she squeezes his cock, trying to remember to stroke him while she keeps up with the kiss. Price cups her cheek, holding her in place, licking into her mouth with broad strokes of his tongue. He gives every indication that the only thing he's really craving is her, and she's happy to return the sentiment. Hitching her legs around his waist too quickly so Price has to pull back and tell her, "Patience sweetheart, don't wanna hurt you."

Pushing her skirt up rub his fingers over her, clicking his tongue, pressing his lips to her ear to tell her how wet she is. Has she been thinking about this all morning? Just aching for his cock, is that why she's so eager to spread her legs? Dipping his finger into her, and dragging it so slowly out and up to circle her clit that she's squirming by the time he gets there. "Order us some food sweetheart," He mumbles, making her fumble with his phone as he keeps dragging his finger over her slit. Up and down, up and down, up. . . and down. Just teasing her while she plugs away at one of the delivery apps, until he gets a better idea.

He's already on his knees when she sets the phone on the desk, tugging her hips to the edge and pulling her skirt over his head. She can hear him fisting his cock at the sight of her pussy, stroking himself with the same hand that had been touching her. All that sweet slick just helping the glide of his fingers over his length. She gets no warning before his mouth is pushed against her cunt, tongue wiggling to bury itself between her folds. The low satisfied groan that Price lets out is evidence enough that he's enjoying himself, squeezing his cock hard just to try and take some of the pressure off at the taste of her.

Witch cants her hips, her pussy sliding against Price's tongue, letting him press it against her entrance and swallow down her slick as she slips her legs over his shoulders. He pulls back just enough to spit on her cunt, watching it drip down her slit before dragging it back up on his tongue. She's so warm on his tongue, so soft and shuddering each time he sucks at her clit. She can't see what he's doing, can only press her hands against his head and try to follow the movement of his tongue, try to find the angle that lets his tongue roll against her clit just right. As if Price doesn't know all her buttons, dragging his tongue back and forth over her clit, wiggling it between her folds and sucking at every pretty part of her.

He pulls back to look at his work, pushes her skirts up so the light will catch the slick and spit that covers her cunt, so he can see her dripping properly. Fuck she's pretty. He presses his finger inside her again, thinks better of it and adds a second, curling and twisting them with a few short thrusts to hear her stifled moan. Each delirious groan and grunt as he licks around his fingers and sucks at her clit is met with a responding whimper or whine. Price licks a flat stripe over her, circles his tongue around her fingers. "Come on sweetheart," Price coaxes, "Fuck that pretty pussy on my fingers." Another wet spit to slick the already soaked drag of his fingers, watching Witch push her hips against them, rocking with each of his thrusts. Her head tipped back and her eyes rolling, his head squeezed between her thighs, pushing her towards orgasm with each thrust of his fingers and sucking kiss pressed to her clit.

God he is starving for it, wants to feel her come on his fingers, taste it on his tongue. He's almost forgotten about the hand squeezing his own cock, too focused on the way his witch falls apart for him. And when she does come, bouncing on his fingers, grinding her clit against his nose while he slurps down every delicious drop of her, it's well worth the hand she slaps over her mouth to muffle the moaning he knows so well.

The next time he kisses her she drags her tongue over his beard, tasting herself, cleaning him up as best she can. Price lines his cock up with her entrance just as his phone dings with a delivery notification.

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