#i slowed down the audio a bit <3

[wintrwinchestr]

lather (joel miller x f!reader oneshot) 18+

moodboard by @iamasaddie

summary: you decide to try shaving your pussy for the first time on your first night settling into jackson with joel. he accidentally nicks you while helping you shave, but he makes sure to kiss it all better <3

warnings: 18+, smut, early jackson joel, established d/s relationship, porn with some plot (probably too much), oral (f receiving), innocence kink/roleplay, daddy kink (bordering on ddlg), shaving, a bit of insecure reader, blood (tried to keep it short & not very graphic), sprinkle of humiliation, pet names (darlin’, baby, babygirl, lil’ girl, honey, sweet girl, etc), joel refers to reader’s pussy as she/her, spitting, reader can be lifted by joel and has hair that can be tucked behind her ear, implied *legal* age gap (reader went to school in the qz)

word count: 2.9k

a/n: this fic is based on an nsfw audio by u/organ_donor86 on reddit!! i went to reddit and found it again so i could properly credit them for the inspiration, but i haven’t heard the full audio in probably 2 years so this fic is only based on what i could remember of the premise <3 this is my first time writing smut, nice comments and reblogs are appreciated if you enjoyed!!

You were sat on the end of the first clean, comfortable bed you had encountered in twenty years, taking in the surroundings of the charming bedroom you now found yourself in: The deer antler lamp emanating a warm glow from the bedside table, the framed paintings of various Wyoming-native wildlife hung up on the walls, the earth-toned woven rug beneath your bare feet. You took a deep breath, savoring the smell of a house that had never known decay. For the first time since outbreak day, you felt safe. Truly safe. Of course, Joel did his best to protect you as you traveled together over the last year or so since you met him, but you were never really without a looming threat of danger nearby.

His familiar, comforting voice startled you out of your daze.

“Y’ alright, babygirl? Settlin’ in okay?”

You looked over to where Joel was standing in the doorway, freshly showered and changed into a clean flannel and jeans.

You smiled with a relaxed sigh, flitting your eyes around the room again. “Yeah, I like it here, it’s cozy… Can’t wait to finally get a good night’s sleep in this bed tonight.”

“I’m with ya, baby, Maria ‘n Tommy gave us a real nice place, huh? Speakin’ of which, it’s about dinnertime, I think they just started servin’ it up down at the dinin’ hall. Why don’t we all go get somethin’ to eat together, hm? I know you must be hungry, sweet girl.”

Your eyes widened and your smile dropped a bit at the prospect of socializing with strangers, especially after the exhausting day you’d had getting to Jackson. Joel clocked your expression immediately, approaching where you were sat on the bed with slow strides. He gently pinched your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, tilting your head up to meet his eyes.

“I know, my babygirl’s a shy one, huh? There’ll be a lotta people down there, I know…” He stroked a lock of hair behind your ear with his other hand. “Why don’t I go down there myself and see about bringin’ back some plates for us to eat together, just you and me? We’ll save the introductions for tomorrow, alright, darlin’?”

You nodded, your shoulders relaxing as your anxiety was soothed by his reassurances. He smiled down at you and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Alright, sit tight, honey, Daddy’ll be right back… We’ll have a nice lil’ night together.” Another soft kiss, to your lips this time, and he was gone from the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

You got up from the bed and padded over to the window. Peering out to the main road, you could see a crowd of people lined up outside the dining hall to get their evening meal. You figured you had at least fifteen minutes or so until Joel returned, deciding to take the opportunity to explore more of the house while you waited.

You wandered out of the bedroom and down the hallway, peeking your head around the doorframe of the first room you came upon. You reached out your arm and blindly felt around for the lightswitch, flicking it on once you found it. You were still standing in the doorway, knowing by now to wait a beat for the roaches to scatter before stepping fully inside. But to your surprise, there were none. The fluorescent ceiling light revealed the room to be a bathroom, a clean one at that. 

You stepped over the threshold, immediately taking notice of the charming basket of homemade-looking toiletries perched on the sink’s granite countertop. It might as well have been Christmas morning, the overwhelming joy you felt at the idea of getting to take a bath in a clean tub with soap after all these years. 

You picked up a white bar of soap from the basket and brought it to your nose, your eyelids fluttering closed as you inhaled its sweet vanilla scent. When you opened your eyes again, you noticed something even more enticing in the basket: a razor. The QZ school you attended had allowed the boys to have them in order to keep their facial hair under control, but deemed them a non-essential for the girls. Which, you supposed, was true, but you had still always fantasized about having a smooth, hairless body like the girls you had seen in wrinkled magazines and faded movie posters.

Your newly acquired shaving supplies planted an idea in your head: you were going to surprise Joel by shaving your pubic area for the first time. You imagined what it would be like to make a move on him after dinner, getting him hot and bothered, letting him carry you back up to the bedroom to have his way with you, and the wanton look on his face when he pulled down your cotton panties to find your pussy glistening and bare for him for the first time.

You practically tripped over your own feet in your rush to close the bathroom door. You quickly stripped off your worn jeans and underwear, tossing them into the corner of the bathroom to be dealt with later. You plugged up the sink and began to fill it with warm water, hoisting yourself up onto the countertop.

You swished the bar of soap around in the water, then rubbed it on a small patch of hair to create some suds. You placed the razor onto your soapy mound, then dragged it upward along your skin toward your belly button. Removing the hair proved to be more difficult than expected, and you were surprised to find that it hurt. It felt like you had just ripped out the hair instead of shaving it clean off. Just as you had touched the razor to the same thatch of hair to try again, you heard Joel’s heavy footsteps approaching, returning with your dinner much sooner than you had expected. 

He was slowly turning the knob before you had a chance to get up and lock the door. “You in here, darlin? I was callin’ your name but you weren’t respondin’, and you weren't in the bedroom…”

“Sorry, Daddy… I’m just, um… doing something…” you responded, not very convincing in your flustered state.

“Can I come in, baby?”

You hummed your permission and he pushed the door open. The concerned look on his face dissolved when he saw you, worried at first that you might have been crying. His eyebrows raised and his lips parted in realization as he took in the sight of you before him.

“What’re you doin’ in here, darlin’, hm?”

“I… I wanted it to be a surprise. Wanted to shave it for you…” you admitted with a defeated pout.

“Oh babygirl… you know I’ve never cared about what you look like down there, don’t you?” You suddenly felt shy under his gaze, beginning to regret giving in to your girlish idea.

“I know, but… just wanted to look pretty for you, that’s all… like the girls in the magazines…”

“Oh, baby… you’re already the prettiest lil’ angel I ever laid eyes on… But if you really wanna shave her, Daddy’ll help you, sweet girl, don’t gotta keep struggling…”

He pulled up the worn little wooden stool from the corner of the bathroom and took a seat between your spread legs, gesturing for you to hand him the razor and bar of soap. You gave them up reluctantly, placing them delicately into his calloused hand. Your lips were still formed into a little pout, upset that your surprise had been ruined.

He dipped the vanilla-scented bar into the sink again, then rubbed it back and forth along the same vertical strip of skin above the hood of your clit that you had tried to start shaving first. He took note of the shoddily clipped hairs and how the skin beneath them was already looking a bit irritated from your misguided attempt.

“Gotta shave in the direction of the hair first, honey… like this…” He swished the razor in the water, then demonstrated the technique. The fingers of his left hand were splayed out across your lower tummy, his thumb pointed down, tugging the skin up towards your belly button as he shaved downward with his right. “See, baby? Just like this…” He did a few passes over the area, rinsing the razor in between each one. 

You were mesmerized by his movements, watching his expert fingers work to remove coarse hair, revealing velvet smooth skin underneath. His hands looked so strong and competent as they moved from one patch of hair to the next, his brows furrowed and his tongue peeking out from between his plush lips in concentration.

You felt your core becoming wet as he exposed more bare skin to the bathroom’s cool air, his warm breath ghosting over your clit with each careful stroke of the razor. As he pulled away to admire how his work was coming along, the focused tension between his eyebrows released, noticing your hole beginning to drip.

“Oh…” he breathed, gathering some of your wetness on his thumb and bringing it closer to his face, inspecting it. “What’s all this honey, hm? This just from Daddy helpin’ you shave your lil’ pussy?” He sucked his thumb into his mouth, his eyelids fluttering as he savored the flavor. “Taste so sweet, babygirl… always so fuckin’ sweet f’ me…”

You nodded and whimpered at his words, heat rising to your cheeks at his slight mocking tone. “Can’t help it, Daddy…” Your hips started twitching of their own volition, rocking upward toward where his lips were now curled into a faux-sympathetic pout. You knew this was part of a little game he liked to play with you, the one where he made you feel a little embarrassed for being so easily turned on by him.

“I know, honey, I know… Lil’ girl can’t ever help herself, always gets wet f’ me so easily, doesn’t she? But you gotta hold still f’ me, let Daddy finish helpin’ you shave, okay?”

You gave another quick little nod and a hum of agreement that came out sounding more like a pathetic whine, and tried your best to control the movements of your pelvis as he got back to work.

But his big, warm hand was spread out over the delicate skin of your tummy again, and his lips were so close to being right where you wanted them, and what little self control you had been able to muster was quickly beginning to slip away. You were nearly able to contain yourself for the rest of his shaving, but your eager hips betrayed you on what would have been the final pass of the razor, giving a swift little buck toward Joel’s face despite your best efforts to keep still.

He wasn’t prepared for your sudden movement, and the sharp blades nicked the skin of one of your outer lips. You let out a startled cry as a little crimson pearl began to bloom on your sensitive skin. Joel gasped and was quick to apologize, even though your injury was really due to your own desperation. “Oh, Christ… I’m sorry, babygirl, I’m so sorry… here, gimme a tissue, baby.” 

With a shaky hand, you reached over to the box of tissues sitting on the back of the toilet, plucking one out to hand to him. He dropped the razor in favor of the tissue, balling it up and gently pressing it to the little cut. His free hand quickly came up to the side of your face, smoothing his thumb across your cheekbone. “You okay, babygirl? I’m sorry, honey, I didn’t mean t’ hurt ya… told ya to keep still for me, baby…”

He wiped away a tear that had slipped from your lashes as you sniffled. “I’m okay, Daddy, jus’ scared me… stings a lil’ bit…”

“Yeah, I’ll bet it does… my poor girl. Daddy shoulda been more careful, knew you wouldn’t be able to control yourself, needy lil’ thing… But you know what, babygirl? Daddy knows somethin’ that’ll help, that’ll make it stop hurtin’...”

“What is it?” you asked, soft voice still wavering slightly.

“Well, I read somewhere a long time ago… that spit can help a lot with lil’ cuts and things…”

You could tell this was part of one of the other little games you liked to play together. The one where you pretended to be innocent and inexperienced, when in reality, Joel had made sure you were anything but. But you liked this game, it put butterflies in your tummy and made your weeping hole quiver when you played the part for him.

“It… it can?” you wondered with a naive-sounding lilt.

“Oh yeah, babygirl, you never heard o’ that before? Spit can help a whole lot, ‘specially Daddy’s spit, can make it feel all better, darlin’...” The stained tissue now discarded, his thumbs gently stroked the slick pink skin of your outer lips as he spoke, careful to avoid your little injury. “And your lil’ baby pussy is a real uncomfortable place to have a cut like this, too… Don’t want my girl hurtin’...”

Your eyebrows were knit together with need as you released a pathetic whimper, your breath hitching and heat rising from your fluttering tummy all the way up to your cheeks. He barely concealed a smirk as he noticed the change in your demeanor, knowing how this particular game had always affected you.

“Whaddya say, sweet girl, hm? You wanna give it a try? You want Daddy to kiss it all better?”

You nodded frantically, your mouth slightly agape as you began to pant out of desperation.

He was quick to deliver a small swat to your inner thigh at your unspoken answer.

“Words, baby, you know better…”

“Y-yes, Daddy, please, want you to kiss it better, make it stop hurting…”

“There you go, good girl. Spread your legs a lil’ more for me, honey, let me see her…”

You wiggled your thighs further apart on top of the counter, giving him full access to your now soaking cunt. 

“There she is, baby, she’s cryin’ for me, ain’t she? Needs her Daddy to make her feel all better…”

He placed a few wet kisses to the afflicted area before looking up at you with apologetic eyes. “How’s that feel, babygirl? She still hurtin’?”

You nodded your head with a pathetic little cry, mindlessly chasing after his mouth with your hips. “Still hurts, Daddy…” you vocalized your answer this time. 

“Yeah? Poor lil’ pussy… She need some more lovin’ from her Daddy? More of his spit to help make her feel good again?”

Another frantic nod, another eager mewl. “M-more… please, Daddy…” 

“Alright, babygirl, don’t you worry, Daddy’ll give her some more…”

He latched his lips onto your swollen clit, alternating between sucking it into his mouth and giving it soft kitten licks. His large hands were firmly planted on the inside of each of your thighs, keeping you spread wide as he devoured you. You were already so sensitive from his teasing, it wasn’t going to take much more to push you over the edge. You were practically riding his face, your hips canting feverishly into his mouth with each expert drag of his tongue across your folds. 

When he started fucking his tongue into your bitty hole, swirling it around and then licking back up to your clit to circle it, you knew you weren’t going to last much longer.

“Please, Daddy, please… feels so good, ‘s too much, gonna cum, Daddy…”

“Yeah? I dunno, babygirl, I don’t think she’s healed all the way just yet… might still need some more takin’ care of,” he murmured into your pussy before pulling his head away to spit directly onto your cunt. The lewd action was enough to launch you into your orgasm right then, his head still between your legs, slurping up the divine combination of his saliva and your sweet juices. As you rode it out, his tongue maintained a gentle, steady strum on your clit, eliciting breathy whines of please and yes and Daddy…

When you finally came down from your high, your breath catching up to you and your hips stilling, your pussy twitched one last time at the sight of Joel’s wrecked face. He was smirking up at you, his face soaked with your slick, thumbs rubbing soothing circles onto your thighs. 

“Well, I reckon it worked, whaddya think, darlin’? She feelin’ better now?”

“Much better… thank you Daddy…” you sighed, still catching your breath.

“You’re welcome, babygirl, such pretty manners… Now, why don’t we get ourselves cleaned up and have some dinner, hm? I even brought back a slice o’ huckleberry pie for ya if you eat all your vegetables like a good girl…”

You lit up immediately at the promise, prompting Joel to reach into the basket and pull out a soft, cream-colored washcloth. He dunked it in the water, squeezing out the excess, and carefully cleaned up your now freshly bare pussy. When he was done, you took the washcloth from him, rinsing it in the sink before repeating his cleansing process on his own face. He helped you up off the counter before leaving the bathroom, returning promptly with a fresh set of clothes for you to change into. He helped you into a clean pair of panties, which you noted felt nice against your naked skin, then into a warm sweatshirt and comfortable leggings.

He carried you into the kitchen and sat you down at the little table set for two. You ate your dinners together by soft candlelight, relishing the feeling of having a sturdy roof over your heads and warm food in your stomachs.

You supposed tonight, and this little house in Jackson, represented a new beginning in more ways than one.

tag list: @beefrobeefcal @gracieispunk @iamasaddie @rebel-held

#my writing #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x you #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #daddy!joel miller #joel miller smut

[tryingtofindava]

eyeless jack dating headcanons pls :)

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬*ೃ༄

: ̗̀➛Back to source

He broke into your apartment with the intentions of harvesting your organs.

When he held the scalpel to your hip, and you began to stir awake. Mf froze.

Oh shit.

“What the fuck?”

Now bro only kills to eat, and when he does, he make sure it’s as painless for the victim as possible (unless he’s in a frenzy).

And That so called victim being awake? That just makes it 100x harder to get the task done.

And when you wake up to see a 6’6 man with an oddly terrifying blue mask holding a scalpel to your hip?

You (rightfully) freak tf out.

He’s not a sadist like some ppl… (cough Jeff Cough) So he probably awkwardly retreated back out to your window.

Anywayssss.

To the actual dating headcanons now.

You guys probably had a longgggggg ass slow burn. (not the only thing that’s long…)

The two of you definitely acted like a couple, before you were ACTUALLY a couple iykwim.

You find it so cool that your bfs a demon. He doesn’t really understand your excitement about it, since it’s literally a curse for him.

This boy is a walking furnace, he’s so cozy. So lots of winter cuddle sessions. Also perfect for when you on your period.

He purrs in his sleep. You can’t change my mind. You guys be cuddling on the couch all cute n’ shit and then there’s this soft buzzing sound… You crack open your eyes to look at him. His head on your lap as he naps.

“Babe… Are you purring?”

You asked with the biggest grin ever.

“…No.”

He likes when you read to him, he struggles to see (ik ik, he’s eyeless n shit, but I like to think he can still see, it’s js rlly rlly blurry or he has that heat vision where he can see body temps.) So when you can’t read to him, he just listens to audio books.

He’s a gentle giant towards you, y’all literally so cute. AND A GENTLEMAN🤭 he’s the whole damn package (minus the whole… cannibal eating ppl thing.)

He has animalistic like senses. So he can hear, and smell very well. So he can smell when you change your perfume or shampoo.

Imagine him leaning down to hug you (since you’re prob shorter than this tall ahh mf, nah seriously use the Hikaku sitatter site) and his face is buried in the crook of your neck. He’ll say shit like-

“Did you change you’re perfume to Miss Dior Eau De Parfum 30ml?”

“Wha-“

When he started getting comfortable taking his mask off around you, everytime he does you call him ‘Pretty boy’ 🤭.

HE WILL FOLD. Partially bcs he likes getting praised. Partially bcs he’s not a fan of the whole demon look.

His morning voice is literally so sexy help. Frothing at the mouth, on my knees barking.

Yk when you have like a sore head, and then you ask Google what’s up and Google’s all like ‘lol bitch you’re gonna die.’ You ask him about it obviously freaked out and he had to reassure your fine.

Walks in the rain at like 4am.

Every time he sees you, he’ll give you a quick forehead kiss.

Pls pls pls pls pls pls pls, I’m begging you. On my knees and begging for you to not look inside his mini fridge he has sitting in your storage room. Thank u.

He’s got some pretty gnarly things in there. Just be thankful he has the decency to not cross contaminate that shit with your food.

You guys slow dance in the kitchen to Mitski. He spins you around and all that cute shit.

He’s overprotective of you, and when you do get him to come out in public with you, he will growl at anyone that gets a little too close for his likings.

Wearing his hoodie<3. It just makes his dead heart happy.

SASSY MAN APOCALYPSE‼️💯💥

He may seem all quiet and sweet. But he’s sassy af. This. Dude. Has. Attitude.

When you’re telling him to do something in a tone, he’ll mouth you’re words with his hands.

When you guys are cuddling in your bed at night, he’ll randomly nibble on your neck to shoulder. He has sharp ass teeth so it’s a bit nippy, but he makes sure to be extra careful to not draw blood.

He smothers you when you’re under the weather. He’s literally so sweet omfg.

When you guys argue which is like 10% of the time, it takes awhile for him to get agitated. But even when he does he will NEVER raise his hands to you. Other than that he keeps calm.

He will though, get a bit mean, he probably doesn’t mean what he says it’s just a defence mechanism.

He makes it up to you with a cute little gift basket (he stole it.)

Y’all have probably kissed, and he still had the taste of blood in his mouth from eating someone’s kidneys<3

He can’t steal your organs but he can deffo rearrange them ;)

✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•

#creepypasta x reader #eyeless jack #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack x y/n #eyeless Jack headcanon #creepypasta reader #creepypasta headcanon #creepy pasta x reader hc #creepypasta #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta x female reader #creepypasta x you #eyeless jack headcanon

[reelmegabyte]

ever wonder why spotify/discord/teams desktop apps kind of suck?

i don't do a lot of long form posts but. I realized that so many people aren't aware that a lot of the enshittification of using computers in the past decade or so has a lot to do with embedded webapps becoming so frequently used instead of creating native programs. and boy do i have some thoughts about this.

for those who are not blessed/cursed with computers knowledge Basically most (graphical) programs used to be native programs (ever since we started widely using a graphical interface instead of just a text-based terminal). these are apps that feel like when you open up the settings on your computer, and one of the factors that make windows and mac programs look different (bc they use a different design language!) this was the standard for a long long time - your emails were served to you in a special email application like thunderbird or outlook, your documents were processed in something like microsoft word (again. On your own computer!). same goes for calendars, calculators, spreadsheets, and a whole bunch more - crucially, your computer didn't depend on the internet to do basic things, but being connected to the web was very much an appreciated luxury!

that leads us to the eventual rise of webapps that we are all so painfully familiar with today - gmail dot com/outlook, google docs, google/microsoft calendar, and so on. as html/css/js technology grew beyond just displaying text images and such, it became clear that it could be a lot more convenient to just run programs on some server somewhere, and serve the front end on a web interface for anyone to use. this is really very convenient!!!! it Also means a huge concentration of power (notice how suddenly google is one company providing you the SERVICE) - you're renting instead of owning. which means google is your landlord - the services you use every day are first and foremost means of hitting the year over year profit quota. its a pretty sweet deal to have a free email account in exchange for ads! email accounts used to be paid (simply because the provider had to store your emails somewhere. which takes up storage space which is physical hard drives), but now the standard as of hotmail/yahoo/gmail is to just provide a free service and shove ads in as much as you need to.

webapps can do a lot of things, but they didn't immediately replace software like skype or code editors or music players - software that requires more heavy system interaction or snappy audio/visual responses. in 2013, the electron framework came out - a way of packaging up a bundle of html/css/js into a neat little crossplatform application that could be downloaded and run like any other native application. there were significant upsides to this - web developers could suddenly use their webapp skills to build desktop applications that ran on any computer as long as it could support chrome*! the first applications to be built on electron were the late code editor atom (rest in peace), but soon a whole lot of companies took note! some notable contemporary applications that use electron, or a similar webapp-embedded-in-a-little-chrome as a base are:

microsoft teams

notion

vscode

discord

spotify

anyone! who has paid even a little bit of attention to their computer - especially when using older/budget computers - know just how much having chrome open can slow down your computer (firefox as well to a lesser extent. because its just built better <3)

whenever you have one of these programs open on your computer, it's running in a one-tab chrome browser. there is a whole extra chrome open just to run your discord. if you have discord, spotify, and notion open all at once, along with chrome itself, that's four chromes. needless to say, this uses a LOT of resources to deliver applications that are often much less polished and less integrated with the rest of the operating system. it also means that if you have no internet connection, sometimes the apps straight up do not work, since much of them rely heavily on being connected to their servers, where the heavy lifting is done.

taking this idea to the very furthest is the concept of chromebooks - dinky little laptops that were created to only run a web browser and webapps - simply a vessel to access the google dot com mothership. they have gotten better at running offline android/linux applications, but often the $200 chromebooks that are bought in bulk have almost no processing power of their own - why would you even need it? you have everything you could possibly need in the warm embrace of google!

all in all the average person in the modern age, using computers in the mainstream way, owns very little of their means of computing.

i started this post as a rant about the electron/webapp framework because i think that it sucks and it displaces proper programs. and now ive swiveled into getting pissed off at software services which is in honestly the core issue. and i think things can be better!!!!!!!!!!! but to think about better computing culture one has to imagine living outside of capitalism.

i'm not the one to try to explain permacomputing specifically because there's already wonderful literature ^ but if anything here interested you, read this!!!!!!!!!! there is a beautiful world where computers live for decades and do less but do it well. and you just own it. come frolic with me Okay ? :]

*when i say chrome i technically mean chromium. but functionally it's same thing

#txt #long post #permacomputing #sustainability

[chosowarmer]

Nanami Kento x Husband!Reader [18+]

transgender!man nanami ; male reader ; sex tape ; breeding ; semi-public masturbation ; edging ; short nipple play ; creampie ; begging ; squirting ; 2.9k wc

Work has put Nanami's sex life on pause, too stressed to spend time intimately with his loving husband. Though after going through his photos and finding a rather sexy video of the both of you, he realizes just how long he's been putting off sex and just how badly his body needs his husband('s cock.)

A/N: aa hehehe recently finished jjk s2 and wanted to write something about my wonderful hubby.... nananmi.... 🫶

He had been occupied with work the last few days, being forced to work overtime more often than usual.

And the stress from that has seeped into you and his personal life; too tired to have sex with you, he settles to just hold you in bed as tightly as possible. You don’t push him, you know he’s exhausted even if he hasn’t told you the specifics of it. You’ve been peppering him with all the love he’d take from you from gentle kisses to the occasional spooning together on the couch. 

He runs a hand through his hair, sighing. He appreciates how caring and loving you’ve been with him, going at his pace until he felt like he was ready again. 

Ding!

A text from you? He took a look at his phone; “On this day 3 months ago…📸” 

Oh… Just a notification from his photos app. Why not?  He thinks to himself as he swipes into the app. 

He almost chokes on his own air as he quickly swipes back out of the app, ears pink. Thankfully he had his phone on mute so it’s not like any audio was heard, but still… It was just him in his office, surely it would be alright if he watched just a small bit. 

Turning the volume on to the minimum, he moved closer to his phone to hear as he swiped back to his photos app. 

“Kento..!. Haah… Ohh f-fuck Kento..♡!”

“Hold still. I can’t fuck myself if you keep moving like that.”

He remembers this video. You usually liked to record you and Nanami’s moments together, but your phone was dead and you had begged Nanami to record the two of you with his own. Begrudgingly he agreed after you agreed to let him fuck himself on your cock as many times as he’d like, riding until he was too tired to keep going. 

He bites his bottom lip, fingers twitching. He should close out of this, and put his phone away. He had paperwork to do and this was no time to be watching something as erotic as this. But another moan out of you empties his mind right there. You weren’t even here yet he was already becoming horny from your sweet noises alone.

With the phone propped up on a shelf, Nanami could watch the both of you together in bed. With his back to the camera, and you under him, Nanami had taken your cock in fully.

“Kentoooo…♡! Oh FUCK ♡! Kento, please.. Let me… I just need to… f…”

He watched you squirm under him, trying not to move as he slowly rocked his hips. Right, he was punishing you. Even though you had agreed to let him use your cock, you didn’t realize just how slow he’d go about it. 

Nanami rubbed his thighs together as he watched you grope his ass in the video; God, how much he loved it when you felt him up, even when he was punishing you.

“Nghh… haah… I already said… hold still…”

Though his hips did quicken, rocking up and down just a bit, but clearly not enough for either of you. 

“Baby, please… Use me… ‘S what I’m here for..”

Even though his face wasn’t visible in the camera, he remembers exactly what those words did to him. The way his pussy squeezed around your fat cock, how he couldn’t help but bite his plump lip to muffle his moans. 

You whined as Nanami raised his hips, almost pulling himself off your dick completely before slamming back down, the motion catching you off guard as your delicious moans filled the room. 

God, just the sounds of you not holding back as you babbled and whined in pleasure, listening to his self fuck himself over and over again, the sound of skin against skin… A strong heat was building deep within Nanami as he panted, losing his grip on his phone as he just let sit on his desk.

“Mm.. Haah…♡! So close, baby…”

Though Nanami in the video continued to pump your cock with his pussy, not even acknowledging how close you were. Even after you came with a scream, gripping the sheets as you lifted your hips and pumped ropes of cum into the sorcerer, he kept up the delirious pace, still fucking himself like crazy. 

“F-fuck! Kento…! Kento!”

Even when he felt himself close to his own orgasm he kept it up, still pumping your cock after squirting all over your dick, a moan leaving his lips though not hindering his movements. When you realized that he really did plan on keeping his promise to fuck himself until he was tired, a deep groan left you. 

Nanami mewled as he rubbed his thighs, feeling just how wet he had become. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore, unbuckling his belt as he stuffed his hand down his boxers. Feeling how absolutely soaked he was already, he rubs his needy clit, the intense feeling making him whimper like a bitch. 

“Haah…♡”

“Kento, baby… AH!.. oh fuck me ♡!… Y-you’re s’ill going…?”

It was barely visible in the camera with Nanami’s body blocking the view, but that was alright, the audio was enough. Nanami cupped your face, as he leaned closer to you, speaking plainly as if the two of you were discussing the weather and not getting the life fucked out of you,  

“We’re not finished until I’m pregnant or until I get tired. Whichever comes first.”

Nanami moaned lewdly as he moved to stuff two digits into his sopping cunt, he could care less about volume now; working himself from desperation alone, he fingered his greedy pussy at a quick pace. Fuck, but it didn’t matter, his fingers weren’t enough for his hungry cunt. His lidded eyes watched his self bounce on your cock with precision, milking every bit of cum out of you. No, his fingers weren’t going to get him off; he needed…

Ring! Ring!

“Ack..!”

It’s rare for something so innocuous to startle someone like him, but it’s also rare he finds himself so lost in his erotic thoughts anywhere that isn’t home. He pulls his hand away from his still needy cunt, slick still dripping from his fingers. Quick to compose himself, he dries his hand with a handkerchief as he picks up his phone to read the notification. 

A missed call from you. How fitting.

He buckles his pants, clicking his tongue in annoyance as he spots the wet patch on his crotch. That was going to be difficult to hide.

He looked again at the notification, deciding between calling you back or sending you a text. Ultimately, he decided to text you back, not trusting himself to hear your voice without acting instinctively. 

You called? 

Did you need something, sweetheart?

No not really haha sorry

I just wanted to check in on you

Sorry if I bothered you or something lol

You never bother me.

I was just thinking about you actually.

Oh, really?? 

Yes. 

I can’t wait to see you when I’m done here.

I can’t wait to seee you two <333

*too 

Stay safe

I love you :) <3

I love you two ♡

Booo

Nanami smirked as he closed the messaging app, before checking the time. 

4:52 p.m.

At least he was almost done here, then he could see you and let you breed him just the way he needed in just the way only you could. He squeezed his thighs together again, noting how wet he still was even if his mind had cleared up. 

It was going to be a long shift, but he'd endure it. For you.

.♡.

Hearing a knock at the front door, you were shocked to see your husband standing there. He never knocked for you to answer, usually always walking in himself as he had a set of keys himself. You felt your heart skip a bit in fear as you noticed his heavy breathing, his chest rising up and down with long pants as he stumbled towards you, quick to fall into your arms. 

“Kento? Baby, are you okay?” Your words were said with faint panic; you understood how dangerous his job was and compared to his usual composed nature, his behavior was setting off alarms in your head. 

“F… mm…” He mumbled something into your shoulder, one of his hands coming up to hold your waist. He didn’t sound hurt, that was a relief. You gently tug his head off your shoulder, your hand on his chin as you study his face. He didn’t look hurt either, but his behavior was still so out of character for him. 

“Angel, what exactly are you trying to say? Did something happen at work?” Your eyebrows stitch together in concern as Nanami stares down at you with a dazed look in his eyes. Was he blushing? His grip on your waist tightens, panting as he pulls you back to him to feel your touch. The hairs on your neck rise as you hear him almost whine in your ear.

“Pleeease… sweetheart… I need you to fuck me…♡”

He’s pulling your hand to grab his ass as he begs into your shoulder for so many lewd things from you. You weren’t expecting this from him, considering how off-put he was from sex the last few days. 

But you’d be lying if you said you were complaining. 

“Fuck...! Baby, come here… What's got you so worked up for ‘ll of a sudden?”

You grope his ass, just the way he likes as you pull him closer to you, closing the door behind him. You rub his crotch, raising your eyebrow at the wet patch already there. 

“Hehe, don’t tell me…” You grin up at him, his face flushed as strands of hair stray from his usually kempt haircut. The sight alone made your cock twitch. “You fuck yourself at work, is that it? So desperate, you came all over yourself when you’re supposed to be working…?”

Nanami whines again, pushing his body up against you as his thigh twitches from your touches. He nods into your shoulder, “I… hah ♡… didn’t come… Just fingered myself…” 

Fuck. Just imagining Nanami fingering himself at work, bent over his desk and muffling his moans as he desperately tries to get himself off. You feel your dick harden at the thought. You slide a knee between his legs, eliciting a sultry moan out of him. 

“What happened, angel? You didn’t have time to finish? You get caught?” You rub your knee against his wet crotch, getting another moan out of him. 

“No, I…” He pulls his face away from your shoulder to look at you, his lidded eyes communicating just how out of his mind he was, “Mm… My fingers weren’t enough… I couldn’t reach… I needed something else…”

You smile, cupping his face as you begin to bounce your knee and drive him crazy as he holds your waist to stabilize himself, “And what was it you needed, baby? You think you can remember what that was for me?”

From the last few days of no sex to the erotic video to edging himself back at work to this here, you bouncing your knee against his crotch as you squeeze his ass, teasing him like crazy. Fuck, it was too much for the sorcerer, it’s like something snaps in his brain as he grips both your arms pulling you close to his face with a dangerously dazed look. 

“Love… I need you to fuck me. I need you to breed me over and over and over. And even after that. I need your cum in me, in my cunt, now.”

He’s breathing heavily as he drifts right by your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine, “I need you to get me pregnant. Today.”

Fuck.

Your cock was throbbing now, aching against the fabric of your pants as your husband told you exactly what he needed from you right now. He couldn’t actually get pregnant, but damn did the idea turn him into one horny bitch. You bit your lip as you felt a wetness on your knee, fuck, he wasn’t joking. He really needed this. 

In one swift move, you picked him up bridal style as you grinned down at him. 

“I’m gonna fuck you real good, okay?”

.♡. 

Lying him on the bed, you couldn’t decide if you wanted to be gentle with him or rough. It seemed like earlier’s teasings really did break his mind a bit as he desperately tried to untie his tie, too horny to really get it right.

You smile, crawling over to him as you calm his movements, kissing him while you untie his tie for him before tossing it aside. 

“God, just look at you. So desperate for my dick, you can’t even get your clothes off on your own.”

Nanami moans as he pulls you in for another kiss, letting his hand trail down to your hip. Taking a moment to breathe, you break the kiss as you unbutton his shirt, tracing your hand down his chest to his happy trail until you reach the hem of his pants. 

“Sweetheart, please…” God, he’s panting so hard. The way he stares down at you, chest rising and lowering, begging you to bring him relief; you felt like the luckiest man alive.

You help him out of his pants, tugging your own off as well before peppering his neck and chest with kisses. You knew he just wanted you to come and fill him already, but you couldn’t help yourself, he was so handsome. 

Nanami sucks in a breath as he feels you take one of his nipples into your mouth, letting your hot breath settle around it before giving the sensitive bud a lick. He throws his head back, squeezing his legs tightly. 

“Y-y/n..! I…♡!”

You palm his crotch through his boxers, rubbing your thumb over his clothed clit, still sucking hard on his nipple. If only you could describe the pretty noises that leave Nanami as you work him over. It’s so little yet so much and it’s pushing him closer. He grips your waist again.

“Nngh… I…I’m…Fuck, y/n.. Ah ❤︎!”

You watch your husband’s eyes roll back as he squirts, staining his boxers even further as pleasured cries leave his mouth. You trace over his sensitive bud, still rubbing at his clit as you draw out weary whines.

“Just look at you… you’re stunning… C’mere, baby… ♡”

Taking his and your boxers off, the both of you groan in lust as you sit him on your lap; the feeling of his dripping cunt against your aching dick is enough to send you over the edge, but you manage to hold out. You nudge Nanami, already hazy from his first release.

“Haah…♡ nghh, please…  please, sweetheart…♡!!’

Using that slick of his as lube, you slowly inch your cock inside of him. His pussy squeezed around you as you entered, god his cunt was always so greedy. The pleasure was overwhelming for Nanami as he wrapped his arms around you, moaning and crying into your shoulder as you slowly moved into him. 

“HAAH…❤︎ THERE..♡♡ There! Do that again, sweetheart, please ♡!”

He was grinding into you now, finally feeling so full as your cock fucked him right, brushing against that sensitive spot inside him. As you brushed against it again and again, he cried as he came, muttering “thank you”’s and “please”’s into your ear as you fucked right through his orgasm. His walls tighten around your cock as if he wants more as the slick from his other orgasms drip down your cock and onto your leg. 

“K-kento…!” Your cock throbs inside him as he squeezes around, it’s too much, a heat pooling within you. You thrust into him, hard, as you cum inside. Nanami tightens again, like he’s trying to milk every last drop out of you, crying in pleasure as he feels so much, and fuck it’s a lot, cum pool into him. 

But it’s not enough.

He bucks his hips, squeezing around you again as you begin to thrust into him again, albeit way more sloppily. He could care less how you fuck him, as long as it’s you fucking him, he’ll love it. He turns to kiss you, his face flushed like crazy from the overstimulation. He smiles lovingly, despite how deep you were bullying his cunt.

“I love you, sweetheart… ♡ Thank you, thank you… Mm.. AH! ❤︎”

You slam hard into him; it catches him off guard, as he bites his lip before squirting onto your dick once again, even more of his juices dripping onto your leg and onto to the bed. A playful grin rests on your face as you kiss him back, “I love you, too ~♡”

Feeling his drippy cunt convulse around your dick as he mumbles dazed words, god you love seeing him like that, all fucked out of his mind; it pushes you over the edge once again, as you cum inside him. Pleasured whines cry in your ear as he takes in every last drop, trying to pump as much out of you as he can get from you.

You sit there panting, as you relax your body a bit. That had drained quite a lot from you and you needed a minute as you closed your eyes. 

And then opened them to see Nanami staring down at you, a hazy and desperate look on his face as he squeezes your spent cock again.

“Again… please, sweetheart..♡”

He was going to be the death of you. 

Though, of course, you oblige ♡ .

#male reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento #nanaemi kento x male reader #jjk x reader #nanami smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #m! reader #nanami kento x reader

[patricia-taxxon]

synopsizing the movie that plays in my head every time i listen to nascent by alexander panos

this probably isn't as interesting to read as it is for me to imagine in my own head, but i wanted to write it down. maybe u will have fun imagining it too

1. Q Windswept

This is the intro to the album, you pretty much get every flavor of sound that the album has to offer in one short burst. This is the title sequence & opening credits, where all the nonexistent animators & vfx artists would go. I imagine big bunches of text popping into existence with each impact.

2. Cycles

This track is in a weird spot, it's the longest one & it was made much earlier. It sounds like it's in a different world, so I treat it as an establishing montage of the human world. We're introduced to the protagonist, who I'll call Alex for convenience but doesn't necessarily represent the real life producer behind the music, represented by a live action human actor for the time being. The track feels like writer's block, frustration, pounding on a desk, (the domp domp bit) pacing around the room, moments of existential fear in between the doldrums of solitude, the wubs and crashes are a transformation that is barely being held back. Twilight depression montage.

3. Sutter

Sutter begins the purely synthetic "internal" portion of the record. We enter a liminal/metaphorical space. Alex spasms and transforms into a 2D animated dog furry while floating far above a green field with too much synthetic blue in its hue. Huge wide shots of Alex's body flying backwards with the artificial landscape in the background, hitting with those massive manipulated vocal hits. The track ends with him slowing and coming to a gentle rest on the grass.

4. 36523_red/blue

Alex opens his eyes, sees only the pure "blue screen of death" shade of blue in the sky. Abstract glitches and squiggles zap across the screen in time with the music. Alex is beginning to ruminate, represented by him drawing patterns with his paws in the sky as the track begins to pick up a consistent tempo. The glitches and patterns are played with his fingers, building in intensity until the climax shows a vast mirror that fills the entire sky approaching rapidly, and then slowing, the dog boy in the reflection growing until it comes face to face with the viewer, and then a cut to black.

5. reasonsnotto

Lights are out, audio-reactive abstract animations shudder into being with the synthetic voice, warping and pulsing with the track's modulations. In the moments when Alex's real voice pokes through the synthetic mush, his dog form coalesces, still blurry and struggling to become fully contiguous until the very end, where Alex sings the album's thesis directly to the camera, against a pure black background.

6. Dream Extinction

He breaks the mirror here, the impacts are his fists striking the surface and releasing burning waves of fire and electricity. At the end, the part with the consistent bursts, he begins clawing at his reflection, screaming, seizure inducing flashing lights imply that this hurts him too. As the track calms down, the mirror disintegrates.

7. Equinox (Prelude)

This track begins the portion of the album that is trying to claw itself back into reality. He's not there yet, beyond the mirror Alex finds another liminal space, a primordial river, and as the track builds, more concrete images begin to flash into existence before crumbling again. He can't get out, he doesn't want to get out. He shields his eyes, cut to black.

8. Equinox

This is the bit where Alex says a poem to himself and runs back to reality with all his might. Emphasize the "You flake, you human life" line, he says it with gritted canine teeth and his doggy ears lowered, resolved to claw back to his humanity. After that exalted rush of light and color passes, he opens a door, and slams it behind him.

9. catch it

This track is resurfacing, coming back to reality. The synthetic glitches fall back completely, icons of a city street come into existence, populating the white void in time with those guitar chords. Alex isn't visible yet, but the images are revealed to be the view outside his window. The POV shot looks down, and he sees his human hands again.

10. re:Turning

Ok, this part is so cliched & shmaltzy that it makes me embarrassed to write it out, but there's only one conclusion this story can have. The glitches re-emerge, the synthetic elements that were previously contained come back again. It's his fur. The dog re-emerges, Alex transforms again like a magical girl before opening his front door & singing the final hook, walking through a live action environment with shapes and colors from his liminal space following him. The paradox is resolved. He is multitude.

thanks for reading.

#mini essay #cilantromixture #Alexander Panos

[no-nameno-face]

Auburn Thoughts (Pt.3) WITH AUDIO

Pairing: Reader x Ellie Williams

Summary:  After a messy ending to the party, Ellie takes you home. With the influence of liquid courage, you invite her up to your dorm room.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, minors do not interact. You will be blocked. sub!reader, dom!ellie, Mentions of Alcohol, Drunk!R, Jealousy, kissing, grinding, masturbation (kinda), Praise kink, minor pain kink, boob play (R!receiving), 

Author's Notes: slow burns are harddddd. But hey, I made it to part 3 before I let anything progress too far!!! Does that still qualify as a slow burn? Not sure. So pumped to be adding an audio to this series! I love making them sooo much its stupid. lmfao. This is just the beginning of Ellie and Readers.. Experiences. I'm excited to develop their relationship further. Hope you enjoy and have fun matching the audio to the story!&lt;;3 (I put in the story when the audio clip applies)

Part 2

Part 4

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“Where are we going?” I ask, trying to keep up with her.

“I'm taking you home.” 

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I look back to the house, still trying to catch up with her “I need to let my friend know! She's gonna be worried.” I call to her, wrapping my arms around myself. The liquor wasn't warm enough to beat the chill of the night.

“Then she shouldnt have left you alone, wasted, at a fucking frat party!” She turns around a black bullet bike parked on the street, I catch up to her, stopping.

“Ellie, I can't” nodding my chin at the bike. She pulls the helmet off of the back.

“You can,” she hands it to me. “And you will.” Stern eyes. She goes back to her bike and swings her leg widely over the seat. My stomach tightens, I absorb her movements. She sits with one hand on the handlebars, the other on her thigh. “Helmet.” she commands, redirecting my thoughts.  Pulling it on, I walk to the side of the bike nervously. She pushes up on the seat making room for me behind her. I'm suddenly too aware of the short skirt I'm wearing. Thinking about it riding up my thighs, pushed up against her. Fuck, I’m thankful for the helmet hiding my raging blush. 

I look around to make sure no one's watching, Ellie’s looking straight ahead. I swing my leg over the seat and slide into place behind her. My chest to her back, my thighs behind hers. Pressed against her. I feel her tense against me. 

“Is this okay?” I feathered my hands around her waist. I feel her draw in a deep breath against me.

“Tighter.” she instructs. Warmth grows in my belly and swells into my thighs, despite the icy night and my exposed legs. I adjust myself and tighten my arms around her waist. She hesitates at this. “Where’s your place?” she breathes, turning her head slightly, looking at me over her shoulder.

“Um, I'm in the Mountain Side Dorms. Across from the Anderson Building.” 

“Got it.” she looks back to her handles, starting the bike. It roars alive, vibrating beneath us. I lift my legs and they settle in their place, she pushes off and gasses the bike. I find myself ducking into her back with the sudden motion, squeezing my arms and legs a bit tighter around her. After a moment of adjustment, I lift my head and look around. I watch the street lights streaming past us in ribbons. We are going fast, little to no traffic on the road at this time of night. The cold air is exhilarating, tantalizing on my skin, stealing the breath from my lips. My consciousness shifts down our bodies, memorizing the feel of her on me.

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She pulls around the front of my building and slows, planting her feet on the asphalt. Swinging my leg over the bike, I turn away from her to pull my skirt back down past my hips it had gathered on. I look over my shoulder in time to see her eyes traveling over my legs. 

She looks away quickly, hand going to the back of her neck rubbing it hard, looking down. Caught. I bite at my smirk beneath the helmet.

“You need to be more careful,” she says flatly, without looking at me. Setting the kickstand with her foot, her hips swing over the bike smoothly, experienced. Hands rubbing sweat on her thighs. I pull the helmet off, shaking my hair out, flyaways resting against my face. 

“I'm fine Ellie. It's not a big deal, nothing happened.”

“I’m fuckin’ serious” she looks at me intensely. I shy away beneath her gaze

“Yeah, I hear you. I’ll be more careful.” I step on a pebble at my feet, rolling it under my shoe. A silence settles between us. 

“Do you need help getting to your room?”

“Why? Looking for an invitation?” I look at her, the edges of my mouth turning up slightly, hoping to break the tension a bit. She shakes her head at her shoes.

“Fuck man,” eyes raise to mine, a small smile painting her lips. “you're hard to stay mad at.” our locked eyes fill the silence in my ears with an electric buzz.

“Let me walk you to the door.” she says, taking the helmet from my hands and setting it on the back of the bike. I don't protest. I bend over taking my heels off and hooking them in my hand. She looks at me, raising one scarred brow.

“My feet hurt!” I roll my eyes at her stare and start walking. I'm a bit steadier on my feet now after the sobering cold winds, although still a bit looser than normal.  She matches my pace, shoving her hands in her pockets. My mind drifts to my body flush against her. Her hair blowing in the wind, whipping my helmet. I think about my hands around her. “Tighter.” My hands tighten against my shoes and purse at the thought of her command. We reach the door and I scan my fob hearing the lock click, pulling the door open. 

“Alright, well..” she looks at the bottom of the open door. “Go get some rest.” she says, straightening herself, shifting her eyes to me. 

“I will.” I give her a soft smile. “Thank you for the ride.” I brush a hair out of my face with the back of my hand occupied by my purse. “I appreciate it.” 

“Yeah, of course.” She responds smoothly with a small nod. 

I think about her hardened voice from the bathroom, her hand slamming on the door, her anger towards that guy. How is this the same girl? She turns on her heels and begins walking back to her bike.

“Ellie.” It escapes my mouth before I can stop to think about what I’m doing. She turns her head to look at me. I look at the door then back to her. “Do you wanna,” I drift off, not sure how to ask casually.

“Wanna what?” she says, crooking her head to the side, the shadow of a smile on her lips. My eyes drift as I blow out a puff of air, my breath a cloud in the cold. Images rush me, her leading hand on my waist, her leaning over me on the bathroom counter. I imagine her sitting on my bed. I imagine her taking off my- My eyes shoot up, meeting green. Decided. 

“Do you wanna come up?”

She smiles and bites at her lip. My heart leaps. “I guess I wouldn't mind,” She swings her leg around, turning dramatically. My tongue presses into my teeth. She saunters towards me, eyes on me until she passes into the lobby. She looks around the expansive room. “Damn, this place is nice.” She approaches a table opposite of the elevators. It's got a random modern sculpture centered on it. She pokes at it.

“Don't break anything.” I say as I push the button. 

“Don't tempt me.”

The elevator slides open, she follows me in. I press 5, her eyes follow my hand. She leans against the railing as the doors close. I feel the air around us shift as the space closes in, charged. I notice her breathing change. Does she feel it too? I avoid looking at her. My hands start trembling ever so slightly.

Ding. 

Stepping out, I take a quiet deep breath. “Lead the way.” she prompts, looking at me with curious eyes. I walk, trying to think of something to say but blanking. I stop at my door, 528. Fumbling with my keys I realize the trembling in them has intensified. I know she sees it too. Finally, my key slides in and clicks the lock open. I open the door and walk in holding it behind me so she can follow. 

“Welcome to my humble abode.” My attempt at humor, trying to disguise the nervousness in my voice. I toss my shoes and purse on the ground next to the door. I take off my jacket, I feel eyes on my back as I do. I hook it on the rack, walking further into my room. Tossing a sideways glance at the mirror in the entryway as I walk by I see her trailing me, watching my every step. I feel goose bumos dance up my spine. I walk over to the dresser in front of my bed and pull open a drawer. I hear the bed creak behind me. 

“Your place is cute, it's cozy in here.” I fight the urge to turn and stare at her, on my bed. 

“Thanks.” I respond, a smile in my voice as I grabbed a pair of sweats and a tank top from the drawer and finally turn to see her. Exactly how I pictured it, with the addition of some clothing she was lacking in my mind. Shoes kicked off next to the bed, leaned against my headboard casually, ankles crossed. I feel the blood rush to my cheeks.  “I’m gonna go change” I say pointing my thumb to the bathroom, following it with my body. 

I close the door behind me, and look in the mirror with wide eyes. “WHAT THE FUCK” I mouth to my reflection, gaping at myself. I push my back into the door. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What am I doing?! Shit, I need to hurry, she’s waiting for me. She’s waiting for me. I start pulling my top and skirt off, stumbling. I pull on the gray sweats and shrug on the white tank top. I take my hair out of the pony tail and ruffle it with my fingers. It’s messy, cute.. ish. I spritz some perfume on my collar bones and dab my wrists against it. I look at the ceiling and take a deep breath. I can do this, we are just hanging out. No expectations. I look at myself one last time and open the door. 

I find Ellie thumbing through the book that was on my nightstand. I walk to the other side of the bed, sitting stiffly, crossing my legs and clasping my hands in my lap. She looks more comfortable in my room than I am. I look at the ceiling light, unsure where to rest my eyes.

“So, who was that girl?” her voice rasps. I look at her, she's still gazing over the pages. 

“Chloe. We met freshman year. She’s basically my only friend out here.” I let out a small chuckle, looking at my hands. 

“Friends don't dance like that.” She shoots me a sideways glance. 

“Drunk friends do.” I suggest, meeting her eyes. She shrugs her shoulders and looks back to the book. “Who’s Cat?” I push back. Her name feels sour in my mouth, but I need to know. She sucks at her teeth ever so slightly.

“My ex,” she says as she turns the page. My heart pangs at the idea of Ellie and another girl. Touching. Kissing. Fucking. 

“Ex’s dont flirt like that.” 

“Drunk ex’s do.” she turns her head to me with amused eyes. 

“But she's your... I mean.. You guys dated!” I say passionately. “That's different than just a friend.” I say, raising my eyebrows. A beat of silence passes us, before she sets the book back on the table.

“Why do you care so much?” She asks, pushing up onto propped arms, leaning into the conversation. Her eyes narrow. “Why does it matter if she was flirting with me?” 

“Why do you care about my friend?” I lean in, mirroring her movements. “Why does it matter that we were dancing?” her eyes darken a bit, what thoughts are she hiding behind them?

A hot and heavy fog sets over us like a weighted blanket. Her chin tilts, observant. I worry she can read my eyes better than I can read hers. My eyes are hungry. Famished. tired of watching her legs beneath her canvas. Wanting them tangled with my own. Sick of watching her hands paint, aching to have them explore every inch of my body. Wanting to taste her skin, and have her taste mine. Craving her to want me as badly as I want her. 

[START OF AUDIO] 

With a breath heavy on her chest, eyes drift to my lips. “Tell me.” then up to meet mine, dark green. 

 Stare burning into me, she leans in closer. “Tell me why it matters to you.” I see it. The same hunger. 

“Ellie..” I breathe. 

That's all she needs to hear. 

Her lips crash into my own, a lightning strike. Tongue racing to explore my mouth, mine matches her journey. Her breath is hot on my face. Strong hands wrap around my cheeks as she pulls me deeper into her. I sit up on my knees, reaching. Her hands shift to my hips pulling me forcefully to straddle her lap. I let out a small sound against her lips when my cunt hits her jeans through my pants, her fingers digging into me as a response.

I drag my hips against her, hard. This time she lets out a sound. There's a primal response in my body at her needy moan, vibrating my lips. I can't wrap my head around what's happening, lost in the moment. Lost in her. She guides my hips in a steady rhythm over her, pushing down and into me. My hands bury in her hair as my wetness swells. Yes, yes, yes. 

I want her. I want more of her. I want to feel her skin, I want to lick it, bite it, drag my nails over it. Mark it as mine. Leave a lasting memory of this so I can be reminded that this isn't just a dream. So she can be reminded of me.

My hands reach blindly beneath me struggling with the buttons of her shirt. “I wanna s’you” I mumble against her mouth. I feel her smile into my lips before wrapping hands around my waist, pausing my rhythm against her to throw me onto my back across the bed. Knee parting my legs as I fall into the mattress. Her lips leave mine, I open my eyes at her, desperate. Starving. 

“So eager.” She sits up, kneeling above me. A god at her altar. She unbuttons her flannel slowly. Eyes carving shapes into my body beneath her. She shrugs her top layer off. My eyes travel down her body, a black form fitted tank top blanketed the skin I so desired. Her muscular arms exposed for the first time, your eyes pirouette down them, tracing her veins, landing on the tattoo covering her right forearm. I squeeze my leg around her thigh, bucking my hips once subconsciously at the sight of this new revealed territory. She looks me in the eyes, piercing me with hooded green.  

“come on, don't stop now.” she says pushing her knee into me, my mouth drops in a sweet sound and my eyes roll back as I start grinding against her. “hmm,” she sighs. “That's right. Look at me” she demands. I do. She reaches above her head grabbing the back of her shirt and pulling it off over her head in one smooth motion. Tossing it to the side, left in a black sports bra. I keep my rhythm on her knee, feeling myself soaking through the thong under my sweats. Small whimpers escaping my lips with each thrust. Her abs on display, toned. Hard. I wonder what they would feel like under me.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted this… wanted you.” she says, watching me pleasure myself on her thigh. Her hand and eyes find the bottom of my shirt, she slides her fingers under it, across my stomach looking up to me. Curious eyes.

“Can I?” she almost begs.

I give a small nod, eyes begging her to touch me, lips parted. Panting.

Both her hands slide up my stomach beneath my shirt, slowly. Too slowly. She's savoring this. My pussy pulses against her. Her eyes follow the outline of her hands under my shirt as she traces the underwire of my bra gently. Chills rise on my skin. She pulls her hands back down my stomach gripping the hem of my shirt and looks at me, I raise my arms as she peels it off of me and tosses it in the pile of clothes accumulating next to my bed. Her eyes hover on my chest. She whispers a quiet “fuck” as her hands follow the black bra around my sides. I arch my back to give her access. She unclasps it with a twist of her fingers and she breathes a moan in anticipation. She reaches to my shoulders, finger tips grazing my skin. She pulls the straps down slowly so they are slack. My chest rises and falls with trembling breaths. She leans down and plants a line of kisses on my collar bone, my head rolls to the side opening myself up to her. Her lips trace soft kisses and a tender tongue up my neck to the spot right behind my ear. 

Then she bites, hands tearing off my bra under her. 

I let out an urgent gasp, my hand grabbing at her hair. Legs contracting around her thigh. Greedy hands squeeze around my newly revealed flesh. She moans into my neck before sucking the bite mark, a stab of pain thrills me. I can't contain the moans of pleasure spilling from my mouth now.

“You like that?” Her voice is like a dream behind the curtain of pleasure I'm lost in. I manage to nod.

“Use your words.” she kneads my boobs firmly, my head still thrown back. Her hand grabs my chin and angles so I have to meet her eyes. 

“Say it.” She demands. looking over my exposed chest. Lust palpable in her eyes. When i dont answer she flicks a finger over my nipple. I heave at the sensation.

“Your.. your hands” I manage to get out between moans. She smiles at me, a mischievous grin. 

“That's my good girl,” she lets go of my jaw and dips down, taking my breast in her mouth, kneading the other. My response fills the room.

Her good girl.

 I look down at her. She’s already looking up to me with hooded eyes, she nips at me, I call her name into the air. Eyes rolling. She shoves her knee against my core, rubbing hard into me. I pulse against her as I rock into it. 

Her tongue is insistent on my nipple, moaning into it. Wetness from her mouth dripping down my flesh, her lips shiny on me. 

My stomach tightens, a stretched elastic close to snapping. My breathing picks up pace, and my sounds grow frantic. “Ellie.. Ellie.. I'm gonna..” she lifts off of my chest, hovering over me. Pushing harder against my clit she looks into my eyes, bouncing between them. Absorbing my every expression. 

“Yeah?” enthusiastic green. 

“Cum for me baby.”

Her words are my undoing and I unravel around her thigh. Hands gripping sheets, white knuckles. All I see is her. Her. My back arches as she grinds into me riding my wave of euphoria, my cunt throbbing against her. Her name rolling off my tongue, I can't say it enough.

Ellie. Ellie. Ellie.

[END OF AUDIO]

#ellie williams fluff #ellie smut #ellie williams tlou #ellie x reader #ellie williams #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie x y/n #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie audio #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams angst #ellie williams audio #ellie williams fic #ellie tlou2 fic

[angelsnkisses]

thinking about softdom!danny cooper <3

A/N: everyone's so adamant that he's a sub (no judgement here, i love me some sub!dan 😩) but oh my god i can't stop thinking about how he would be the sweetest dom.

💟 nsfw - mdni 💟

warnings: softdom!danny, sub!gn!reader, unprotected sex, overstimulation, biting, creampie

• softdom!danny, who praises and praises you like no other. it's mostly for your pleasure, but that doesn't mean it doesn't turn him on, too.. in fact, he lives for the way you get all flustered at his compliments, the way you tighten around him with every gentle coo of sweet encouragement, the way you whine and moan for him and only him, all of it.

"you feel so good, darling. so, so good,"

• softdom!danny, who loves overstimulating you until you blubber and cry for him to slow down. he's nothing but sweet the whole time, but that doesn't mean he's necessarily fair. no, he's anything but. he knows your body even better than you do, and he knows exactly how to have you practically screaming into the pillows in no time. he thoroughly enjoys fucking you dumb, molding you into a melty, crying mess.

"come on, angel.. one more for me. just one more? there you go.."

• softdom!danny, who has a bit of a biting problem. he can't help it, he loves how you jerk at the sudden pain, how your surprised yelp will warp itself into a blissed moan. he'll sink his teeth into your thighs while he's giving you head, though it's never hard enough to break the skin. more often than not you'll find faint, crescent-shaped bruises on the supple surface the morning after.

"was that me? oh.. whoops. okay, okay, i'm sorry!"

(he's not)

• softdom!danny, who's allll hands when it comes to you. he can't keep them to himself, and believe me, you rarely want him to. he'll always have a firm grip on your hips, your thighs, your ass, your wrists, your chest, your neck, everywhere. best believe he showers you with praise while he's touching you, too. calling you his perfect slut, telling you how soft you are, how warm you feel.. he's very vocal, and he loves when you are, too.

"let me hear you, just like that.. you sound so pretty, baby,"

• softdom!danny, who talks you through it. he'll flip his voice to a low, comforting hum, putting his lips at your ear so he's all you can focus on. well, aside from the mind-blowing pleasure he gives you. i can literally hear his cooing, shaky voice HELP ME.

"it's too much? oh, honey, you can take it. shh, c'mon.."

"doing so good for me, hm?"

• softdom!danny, who whimpers.. a lot. need an audio-visual? watch intruders. he gets especially vocal when he's close to finishing, his voice getting gradually more wobbly until he's almost as much of a mess as you are. he'll hold you tight, his head falling forward and his eyes fluttering shut as he tries to get you to your release before he gets to his.

"gonna cum? yeah, come on, cum for me,"

"so fucking pretty, my pretty slut, f- oh, fuck,"

• softdom!danny, who babbles praises and 'i love you' over and over when he fills you up. either that, or he smashes his lips to yours in a messy, desperate kiss, swallowing up your mirrored moans greedily. he can't help but push himself as deep as he can, his rooted desire to watch his cum leak out of you fueling his fire like no other. he loves it, though he won't actually admit it..

"that's it, you take me so well.. mmhm, you do,"

• softdom!danny, who is the KING of aftercare. anything you need, consider it done. you want some tea, cuddling, and a movie? of course, anything for his sweet angel. you want some space to listen to music or take a shower? absolutely, he'll be waiting for you when you're done. one thing about danny is he loves you, and he'll do anything he can to show you just how much <3.

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #culkin cult #danny cooper #dan cooper #danny cooper smut #danny cooper x reader #intruders 2015 #intruders #intruders movie #angelsnkisses #mdni

[lix-ables]

- ̗̀♡ SKZ AS TYPES OF KINKS ─ !!

🌷[mdni, this post contains, smut – f rec, bondage, exhibitionism, teasing, thigh riding, marking, slight degradation + humiliation, perv!ji agenda coz we love it, switch!hyunjin, soft mean dom!skz, slight sexting, mentions of deep throating, lingerie kink, possesive kink, slight oral fixation, overstim, ig thats it?]

🌷also making this post for the new milestone coz y’all are fr amazing for 2k like thats so sexy of you fr,, let's ignore that i drank a whole glass of peach iced tea coz welcome to my delulu hours besties ‹3 this post is all coz of honey okay istg she wants to break me ALSO not proof read, don't come at me

🌷 WORDS ! 2.2k oh my who is she??

🌷 masterlist

🌷 lemme know how you liked this one, feedback is appreciated ‹3

🌷© lix-ables. translating and/or reposting is not allowed.

ᴄʜᴀɴ || rope bunny | as much as this man loves to go down on you, chan is the type to also let you have your way with him, and obviously how can you say no? especially when you know he loves watching you, the way you move being really intriguing for him, and he knows you love nothing more than having him tied up.

he loves it too, but he rarely mentions it, so when you bring it up, the sparkle in his eyes is unmissable. the moment you tell him, he is ready to head to the store, either to get some ribbon or a rope just for this – his eyes watch you as you proceed to trail your fingertips along the length of his arm, the rope following suit, having his wrists just above his head, pinned up to the headboard.

“you’re really having so much fun, aren’t you baby?” a whisper leaves chan’s lips when you settle down between his legs, fingers hooked into his sweats, eyes eager to devour him whole right there. “so fucking impatient, you love it when i beg you to let me come, hm?” he starts, his fingers curling into his palms just as your nails graze the outline of his boner. you hum in response, eyes fixed on his lips, which are slightly open now. “you love it when i tug your pretty hair, just when i fuck your pretty lips, don’t you?”

a smile forms on his lips when he hears a shift in your posture, almost as if you needed him, a whine follows right after, your hands finding his thighs as you trail your fingers along his sweats.

“now, darling. what have i told you about teasing? how about you get to it hm?”

ᴍɪɴʜᴏ || exhibitionism | this man as we know him, he loves teasing you, be it in the bedroom or when you’re out in public. the way he loves teasing you more when you’re out with your friends, from sending you either photos of himself, or sending audios of him saying he misses you, and your body. what surprises you more, initially, is when he confidently sends you photos of his hand on his bulge, right on his sweats, or of his thumb on the tip, and you know he’s teasing himself, thinking about you. when he shifts from sending you photos to five second videos, you are already losing it.

< need you to come home and fix this right now, doll > a message would read, only for you to see the video, a whine slipping past your lips, your eyes not moving from the way he touches his cock, his fingers firmly wrapped around the base, his thumb moving so slowly to tease the tip, and you swear you can see a bit of precum collect on the tip. you can’t help yourself from licking your bottom lip, your fingers almost dropping your phone when you have the video on a loop, and you feel yourself getting wet at the thought of minho teasing himself, the groans that would slip past his lips, and you’re so close to calling him, or rather heading home.

ᴄʜᴀɴɢʙɪɴ || thigh riding/thigh fetish | this man is the type to get hard the moment you’re on his lap, straddling his waist. his hands find your hips, fingers gripping your exposed skin, his thumb rubbing small and slow circles to your skin. the way he’d continuously clench his thigh muscles, and also at the same time have you slowly grind on them, a groan leaving his lips, followed by him licking his bottom lip. his eyes shift constantly from the way you’re moving against his thigh, to the way your head is slightly thrown back, your lips parted and he thinks, this is because of him. he’s the one getting you off, no one else.

“so fucking pretty for me, baby. you like that, hm? you like it when i press your pretty pussy against my thigh?”

on some days changbin would want you to make a mess on his thigh, on other days he’d want you to make a mess on yourself, but when he’s involved, he wants you to work for it. i’m talking he’s the kind to be having you weak on your knees, wanting you to earn it, hence you need to work for it. on the days he wants you to make a mess on him, his fingers would find your bare clit, rubbing slow patterns to your skin, while instructing you, guiding you to grind yourself against his thigh.

“no, baby. we’re not moving from here until you make a pretty mess on my thigh. i don’t care if it takes all night of you fucking yourself on my sweats, i need to see a fucking stain.” a tiny flick to your clit makes you whine, more out of protest than out of pleasure, because he stops what he’s doing right at that moment, a smirk forming on his lips. “oh, you thought i was going to help you? no, darling, you’re helping yourself. i was just getting you started.”

ʜʏᴜɴᴊɪɴ || experimental/ deep throating | hyunjin’s the kind, like we know him to be, the shy boi that he is. he’s always about you, from the way he touches you, to the way his lips attach to your body, the delicate touches of his fingers making you lose your mind. he’s also the type to want to experiment anything with you, he wants anything that you want. but when he does have ideas, he’ll be so shy about it, like always, and lets you take the lead, even if it’s something that he wants, and it involves you.

like this one time. the night he mentioned how he wanted to try deep throating with you, obviously giving you the choice of wanting it too or not. “i mean, are you sure, baby? i don’t want -” “let me help?” your fingers find his lips, watching him press the smallest and softest of kisses to your skin, making you close your eyes. that is until you decide to slip your finger past his lips, watching the boy in front of you widen his eyes, but following along. you moan when he twirls his tongue around your finger, your eyes focusing on the way his lips form an ‘o’ around your finger, while your free hand extends and reaches for his crotch.

a whine leaves his throat, almost raspy, when your fingers detach from his mouth, nimbly working on getting his cock out of his pants, and in your mouth. the way you were kneeling down in front of hyunjin, your eyes looking up at him as your fingers grab his dick, stroking him first, teasing him, before having him in your mouth, had him going crazy already. his head is thrown back a little, eyes still watching you, and before you knew it, his hips were buckling into your face, his fingers tugging on your hair. “baby, you’re being really impatient today. i told you i want to take my time with you, didn’t i?” your voice is soft, but firm when you remove yourself from his cock, your tongue darting a little, watching hyunjin let out yet another whine, fingers aching to be back in your hair again.

“patience, and you’ll get what you want. maybe more, if you behave.”

ᴊɪsᴜɴɢ || lingerie kink/getting caught | okay, this boi as we know him, just loves it when you’re all dressed up for him, or rather in this case, dressed down. ever since you told him about the new lingerie set you bought, and mentioning that you bought it ‘just for him’, he’s been losing his shit. ever since then, his mind has been about only you, and how you’d look in that lingerie, his thought wandering to how you’d look when he fucked you in that same set.

not being able to stop himself, he’s the kind to most likely be wanting to have your lingerie in front of him, or your pantie in his hand, the lacy material bunched up in his fingers, as he jerks off to the thought of him being inside you, by just pushing your panties to the side, his dick ramming inside you. this boy, for all you know it, also wants to be caught by you. the thoughts of you just walking into him getting off because of you, because of those panties, makes him grip onto the panties thighter in his hand, his other working on stroking himself to the point where he knows he’s going to make a mess.

he’s most probably shamelessly even tell you all about it, from how he so badly wants you to wear it, to the fact that he actually came on his stomach, spilling his load all over himself on just your image, especially in that lingerie. “just want to fuck you in this, baby. please?”

ғᴇʟɪx || marking | felix, as we know, loves loves loves being marked, or marking you, either way, he just loves to think and know that it’s all yours, and it’s all his. the fact that it’s you who has your lips on his body, be it just delicate kisses or you just sucking bruises, and marks onto his body, just makes him all hot and bothered. he loves see those red marks on your body, when he’s creating them, calling them art, and calling you his canvas, his eyes just sparkle when he sees them.

on his body, he loves knowing that it’s your lips thats making those, it’s your lips on his skin, and it’s your marks. for him. he loves seeing them on himself, often asking you for more, when he sees the older ones fading. “baby, you know i love them,” he’d pout, when you get embarrassed about marking him. “you know i love seeing them on me, they look pretty.”

sᴇᴜɴɢᴍɪɴ || possessive kink/ degradation + humiliation/ brat tamer | now this boy, you know when you’re in trouble, he’s the type to be pissed. he loves putting you back in your place, obviously adding his share of name calling that you love, and know. “now, pup. you know you weren’t supposed to do that, and yet you acted like a brat,” he’d start, his fingers tracing patterns to your body, sending shivers down to your core, knowing you’re going to be punished for acting out. “you love showing how bossy you can be in front of my friends, is that what it is?” his eyes remain on your face when he says this, proceeding to touch you slowly, knowing its torture for you, because you’re obviously needy now, and you craved his touch since forever.

“you wanted to show them that i belong to you, hm doll?” he whispers finally, after touching you for so long, his fingers resting on your shoulder. when you nod at his question, he laughs, finding it amusing that you think he belongs to you. “see, that’s where you’re wrong, pup. you belong to me, that’s how its been. maybe next time, since you seem so keen on being such a slut in front of my friends, i can fuck you in front of them, and you’d still take it,” he starts, sighing, remembering your behaviour when you spoke to his friends when he wasn’t around, the possessiveness coming out of him, eyes filled with anger. “you’d still take it, because you’re so fucking greedy and never satisfied, no matter what i fucking give you. so deperate for me, it’s pathetic, don’t you think?”

when you whine at his words, his hand tightens around your shoulder, fingers curling at your blade, until he moves them so they rest at your lower back, his other hand reaching to cup your clit in his palm. “so fucking wet and i just called you pathetic, you really love being called greedy huh?” a chuckle leaves his throat when you nod yet again, making him start slow motions on your bundle of nerves. “that’s because you are greedy. my greedy and pathetic little pup, all mine to spoil.”

ᴊᴇᴏɴɢɪɴ || pussy drunk/overstim | the way i see it, this boy is obsessed with eating you out, be it for your pleasure or his boredom, he just wants to be between your legs 24/7. he loves watching you squirm under his touch, because he knows he’s making you feel good. he loves knowing that his long fingers can fit in your pussy, and when he feels you get tighter every time he curls them, it drives you crazy, but it drives him crazy as well. he can’t help but let out a groan when he feels your walls clench around his fingers, or his cock.

“shit, baby. i’m trying to stretch you out here, and you’re getting tighter,” he’s whisper against your skin, his fingers pumping in and out of you, watching you grind into his palm every time he gets deeper inside you. “you’re maybe not getting fucked enough by me,” a chuckle leaves his lips when he says this, his lips pressing kisses to your clit, making you lose your mind over the obvious overstimulation that your body is getting.

jeongin loves it when you beg him to stop, because he knows you want it, and more, by the way you keep moving under him, by the way your fingers reach to curl around his wrist. “no, baby. i’m not done with you. you’re going to have to make a bigger mess if you want me to stop. i know you have it in you, pretty, i’m watching you fuck my fingers for the past ten minutes without a break, i’m sure you can take one more, baby.”

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[indouloureux]

Omg imagine going in a Photobooth with Joseph 😫He would be sooo sweet. Can ya write a blurb about it love? That would be amazing. Thank you so much <3

I LOVE PHOTOBOOTHS JSJSJSJS (and ily too 🫶)

your hand on his is tight and urgent, hauling him from the suffocating crowd. joseph laughs loudly behind you, just a smidge of nervousness in the cadence of his laugh, but holds your hand with just as much fervor.

"slow down," he tells you. you don't. "i think i just stepped on something— op, it's someone's phone. keep going."

and you do, lightly pushing the ignorant people out of the way, until your eyes catch sight of the tall box beside the sidewalk, a curtain as its door with a square dispenser right beside it. you stop in front of the booth, joseph unaware of your pause that he accidentally bumps into your back, but grabs your shoulders and steadies the both of you.

"look, jo," you point lowly. "it's a photobooth!"

"yeah, honey, i could see that," he puts his hand on your back. "let's get in, yeah? people are running with food in their hands. i don't want them to mess up your shirt."

you look at his shirt, the black sabbath logo staring back at you, telling you that joseph had stolen him from its rightful owners. then you look back at him and smile. "your shirt's nice. i hope they don't ruin yours."

joseph says nothing, but offers you the same look with much more softness before he's leading you inside the booth, ducking in so he can fit through the entrance and sit down on the metal bench beside you; arms squeezed together that his hand's holding yours again.

you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, staring at the screen above the camera and seeing both you and joseph, sweaty and clothes wrinkled, nevertheless happy being with each other.

he runs a hand through his curls, fixing it before he's tugging on both your shirts. "okay, so how many pics do we have?"

"we have to pay first."

he blinks, before he jumps and searches on his pocket. "right!"

after he pays, you tell him you have six pictures. the excitement on his expression is obvious,; a pure, cherubic glow, eyes twinkling like the festival lights outside.

at the first one, you both settle with a simple, mimicked smile, cheeks right next to each other, dimples deep and creased. you don't look directly at the camera, rather at yourselves at the screen up above and wonder how cute it is to do this — spending your still young adult years in foolish love, keeping it in a paid but worth it series of photographs.

the second, joseph places his thumb and four fingers on either side of your cheek, wrinkling his nose and you find yourself placing them in the same place on his face, and you wait three seconds.

third, he makes a face — tongue poking out between his lips and grazing his teeth, though his nose is scrunched. you try to do a funny one, one that makes you look ridiculous but pretty all the same because still, you'd prefer looking nice on a permanent photo.

and maybe in the fourth he kisses your cheek, the next vice versa, and the sixth he grabs your face into his hands and kisses you, tilting your head to the side to push himself deeper, a hand coming down to squeeze your waist to open your mouth just a little bit wider so he could slip his tongue in.

your ears hear something about the photo being done but he's still making out with you inside the booth, soft clicking emitting at every open mouthed kiss he does. your hand comes up to tug on his hair, pulling gently to stop him before you find yourself on his lap and soon, probably an audio only sex for the people outside.

"joe," your puffy lips whisper his name in the muffled noise. "we gotta take the picture before some random person takes it."

he steals one last kiss, nodding against you that his nose tickles your cheek. "okay. okay lets go— watch your head, honey."

joseph places a hand on top of your head even though you're far from hitting the entrance. you push the curtains aside and immediately jolt to where your pictures lay waiting for your approval. he stands behind you, hands on your shoulders and peaking above your head to take a look.

"oh, look at us!" you point at your pictures, admiring the vintage-like image that adorns you both in the sweet moment. "we look so cute."

"you look so cute," he points at the third pic. "this is gonna be for keeps. never losing this one," he kisses your temple, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you keep the collage into your bag.

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

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[for-le-audios]

This has a slow build up but some good dirty talk and a great ending.

It starts a few minutes into us having sex on the couch.

She was taking an afternoon nap and I was very very horny. I resisted the urge to wake her up, and let her sleep. Eventually I saw that she was starting to wake up, so I immediately pounced on her.

She was already laying on her left side, with her back towards me, so I pushed up against her and started to feel her up.

I was too horny to wait any longer, so I quickly pulled off her shorts and underwear. She was still waking up, so she was really just laying there and letting me have my way with her.

Once I got her underwear off, I turned her back on her left side, with her ass titled up. I spread her cheeks and pussy lips and could see that she was already a bit wet. I spit a bit of saliva on her outer lips so that I could slide right inside of her, which worked really really well.

Since I was so so horny, I couldn't last long and kept having to stop while we were fucking. But basically I was fucking her from behind while we were both laying on our left side. I few times I just laid there and made her grind on me, pushing my dick very deep inside of her, but stopping her because it was feeling to good.

Eventually I gave up on trying to hold my orgasm, and just let her grind against me fast until I came deep inside of her. 

Time stamps of some really good parts:

Right at the beginning of the audio she starts moving her hips against me while I am inside of her and it feels really really good for me

1:30 despite how good it was feeling, I had to tell her to slow down because it was getting me close to coming

2:20 I start kissing a sucking her neck and ear lobe, which she really enjoys

3:30 I go deep inside of her and she loves it

4:10 I make her spread her ass cheeks so that I can get deeper inside of her, and then I spank her and make her tell me that she loves it when I am deep inside of her

6:00 I tell her to just keep going and "make daddy come"

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#sex audio #20 #number 20 #audio

[idontlikeem]

I know you’ve been around the 2014-15 season, but do you remember what was the general vibe on the Pens that offseason? Think that was the height of the media hit pieces on The Core after Chicago won their 3rd Cup in 6 seasons while we just had one, and the Kessel trade happened shortly after. IIRC the mood was pretty down since our roster was so messy everyone wondered if we’d only end up with just 1 Cup. Shows that things can change fast in hockey you know?

yeah, it was a weird time. that season, they were coming off having blown a 3-1 series lead in the second round to the rangers and a subsequent housecleaning of the entire front office (the reported reaction to which gave us the delightful "they increasingly came to believe they're the only ones that have each other's back" quote). we had a new coach that was determined to throttle back the high-octane offense of the stars, and it started great- they won a TON the first part of that season, but the demands of this new play style and injuries wore on them, and IIRC that was the year that it took them until literally the 82nd game of the season to clinch their playoff spot, and then they got eliminated in the first round by- once again- the rangers.

the national media was totally convinced that sid and geno were a one-hit wonder and had peaked in 2009. the deals they signed were starting to be questioned. and then when the 15-16 season started and sid went through an epic production slump, people started wondering if this was how his career trajectory would go—one cup, his prime cut off by head injuries, and a long slow march towards mediocrity, saddling the team with his contract until they could feasibly put him on LTIR and send him away. fall of 2015 is also when we got geno saying "we're a little bit mad at each other" (multiple links because the audio is gone and each article has slightly different quotes), which sidney was quick to walk back for him lol. it really looked like this was going to be it, and the franchise and their legacies would become irrelevant.

and then GMJR fired johnston and hired sullivan, and sid started scoring again, and the team came together, and—well, we all know what happened in the spring of 2016, and again in the spring of 2017.

narratives really can turn around fast, can't they?

#pens lb #pittsburgh penguins #sidney crosby #evgeni malkin

[kenzan-kiwami]

i ought to get better at writing down my thoughts so i actually remember them. anyway, it's kashiwagi time again. strap yourselves in cause this is going to be very long & punctuated with discord screenshots

i've discovered recently that people seem to like it when i lay my thoughts out on him, which is honestly wild to me but here we are. like i say, i'd like to put my ideas somewhere i can actually access them somewhat easily instead of peppered randomly through two or three discord threads and my own tumblr tags, so this post will probably function as my own personal meta archive for him, because i'm allergic to tables and spreadsheets and i don't really want to rely on google drive any more than i am already.

(speaking of google drive, i have a repository here of most of kashiwagi's audio files. refer to the readme document for the reasons it's not all of them for now)

>the basics?

i'll start with his age because that's at the forefront of my mind at the moment. i like to think he's in the ballpark of 10 years older than kiryu and nishiki, which would put him around six years older than majima, two years older than adachi, and 13 years younger than kazama. thusly, with a calculated birth date of around 1958, discounting birth month, he is (approximately):

30 in yakuza 0 (1988)

37 at the start of yakuza 1 (1995)

47 through the rest of yakuza 1, after kiryu gets out on parole (2005)

48 in yakuza 2 (2006)

51 in yakuza 3/when he "dies" (2009) (also goes grey around this time, maybe the year before)

61 in yakuza: like a dragon & gaiden (2019)

66-ish in rgg8 (2024).

(this list has been incredibly helpful to me actually because my original thought was that he was eight years older than the boys... that would put him at the same age as adachi, which i'm not a huge fan of)

next up, sexuality - i think he's (almost) exclusively attracted to other men, with yayoi being an exception that proves the rule.

however, my idealised "ship" "timeline" for him is that he's with kazama until kazama gets naded, then does some FWB shit with majima until he himself "dies", then somewhere down the line after opening the bar ends up in a slow-burning "friend"ship with adachi, because who better to take out for dinner than the strapping old geezer in the glasses who serves you drinks and keeps a watchful eye on your extensive tab?

next, i think he's definitely nd. which is something you can say for most characters in this series in some way, but he has an interesting relationship with food (not just limited to what he eats, but how), is shown infodumping on several occasions, hardly if ever switches up what he wears (at most, colours), flat affect/resting bitch face/autism stare, hires extra staff at his hobby bar so that he doesn't have to speak to his customers as much, and behind his intimidating mask he has this awkward kind of energy that reminds me a lot of my own experiences with being a bit not-normal. he probably has an oral fixation.

also, sort of crack but also not, i enjoy the idea that he's light sensitive (or at least moreso than kiryu is):

>the meat

he is very highly strung - we see this on multiple occasions. he seems visibly less so after "dying" in 2009, so i'm chalking it up to the stress of having to run things as someone who has the right mentality for leadership (the other patriarchs call him "soft" in y3 for trying to resolve conflicts rather than fostering them) but just doesn't enjoy doing it. he does exceptionally well as kazama's number two, but in yakuza 0 while kazama is in jail, and in yakuza 2 after kazama dies and he inherits the family (and clan captainship), he seems very stressed out. i absolutely think that his reputation for lashing out and his "violent" disciplinary methods are due in part to stress shortening his fuse (with the latter also being learned behaviours from kazama - an old school yakuza & assassin). age and the experience of staring death and a CIA attack helicopter in the face also definitely play a part in mellowing him out.

on kazama, i'm shamelessly stealing inoue's reasons for joining the shinsengumi and applying that to kashiwagi, because, while i don't really think of them as the same guy, there is absolutely a reason they chose him specifically as inoue's bakumatsu face claim. i don't have many ideas as to what kashiwagi did before swearing up, but he's a man of debts and undying loyalty, so i believe kazama must have saved him or turned his life around in such a way that he felt he could do nothing but pledge himself to him. i also really enjoy the idea of kazama having given him his scar, but i'm not 100% on how that might have come around either.

to extrapolate even more bullshit headcanon from insignificant canon details, i think in the 80s he was a beginner hobbyist keyboard player. mostly looking at the judgement cinematic where he's not plugged in and playing a little out of sync BUT still doing whatever fucked up fruity little dance he's doing. the presence of the piano at survive makes me think he got a hell of a lot more into it in his newfound free time, as something else to keep his hands mobile as he ages and recovers from getting shot up by a heli. also, still love the little anecdote we get from iroha when she says he's good with his hands.

(related: i think he taught himself to blend traditional medicine for residual chronic pain relief)

>weirdguy momence

in a one-to-one phone conversation with kiryu, his younger brother figure, he calls daigo (with whom he is on a given name basis) 六代目

that moment near the start of y0 where he stares down at kiryu on the street from the family office window

i don't think any of his suits were fitted correctly until kiwami 2 because his jackets ENGLULF him on PS2 & PS3 and he's straight up rectangular in kiwami

fills an empty bottle of high-end whisky with pish to make his bar look more expensive and comes up with an elaborate cover story to stop people from buying it

the way he acts towards his direct authority figures

>i'm ill

using up the last of my image real estate to post some moments where i kind of maybe lost it just a little bit. by my own standards, of course.

#i will probably add more to this down the line when i can think in words and not just unspecified emotions #i've already spent the better part of three and a half hours on this post lmao #you will read my bad kashiwagi meta #kashiwagi osamu #text #meta #malware #1 spoilers #3 spoilers #note to self: add explosion trauma when i can think clearly enough to slot it in

[flowering-thought]

im kinda really obsessed with ur writing nd daisuke + ronan so may i request for both of them (separately, of course) having a darling with a high sex drive? 😭😣

Babe you and me both oml-

As before I'll put Rowan first and then Daisuke second! Hope you have a good day Anon <3

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WARNING - MINORS DNI

AFAB reader and reader is described as feminine and chubby/plus sized.

Yandere themes, oral, sex, cockwarming, edging, mentions of audio recording

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Rowan Clarke

Reader w/ High Sex Drive Headcannons

• If Rowan were to have a darling with a high sex drive I think he would be very adamant about eating you out a couple of times before actually fucking you.

• He prefers you to be the most comfortable and loves you too much to leave you unsatisfied-

• Even if he wanted to just stick it in and thrust into you like he usually does he would make you cum at least three times instead of the usual one if you're extra horny that day.

• For Rowan it takes him maybe five or ten minutes depending on which round it is to get his dick back up. And during that time he would tease your pretty pussy with his fingers and if you did it without a condom and he creampied you? He'll take those minutes as the perfect time to finger all that cum inside your precious pussy ♡

• But there are days, mostly either a Saturday or Sunday where he has the day all to himself thanks to his family taking those days to take care of the farm for him-

• In those instances he has a lot of extra energy and can go for more rounds than usual. And since he wakes up early he'll wake you up with his mouth latched to your clit and the first orgasm of the day rolling through you.

• On those days he'll take his time to thoroughly fuck you, slamming his hips in you and only taking a break to hydrate and feed you. But even then he does it while he cockwarms you.

• And when he cockwarms you he's whispering sweet nothings while he lifts a cup or fork to your mouth, a sweet smile on his face when you're so fucked out and listen only to him ♡

• And the day then continued till the sun went down and he finally starts to slow down since his dick is aching and overstimulated-

• He always peppers you with kisses at this point, giving your clit a little kiss as well when he realizes that you're very sleepy. But he still draws a bath and lights some candles so you two can have a romantic bath together while you come down from your high

• He loves it if you're still dazed through and he gets to take care of you. He can't help but love that blissed-out expression and look in your eyes ♡

• He'll also massage you gently in the places where his hands left bruises from holding on too hard. He feels a bit bad about the bruises but enjoys the marks left behind from his lips and teeth the most.

• And after all that fun and he's tucked you into bed? He's applying some cream to the scratches on his back since they get itchy when a shirt rubs against him-

Overall, even if he's tired he'll always make sure his Angel is satisfied ♡

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Daisuke Kawahara

Reader w/ High Sex Drive Headcannons

• Daisuke doesn't have a lot of stamina but his rounds do last quite a long time.

• While he's always made a habit of eating his darling out before starting a round, he'll do the same as our other boy and eat you out at least several times before a round-

• But since he knows that your sex drive is very high at this point he will maybe invest in a couple of toys to tease you with on special days when he's extra tired..

• And if Daisuke is tuckered out completely? He'll beg you to sit your pretty pussy on his face and service you with his tongue till you eventually want his cock.

• He also doesn't mind if you ride him too much to the point his poor cock gets oversensitive-

• Anything his darling wants he doesn't mind compromising on, and if it means a bit of sensitivity on his end he doesn't care. The look on your face when you ride him has him satisfied enough-

• He also does love it when you sit on his face, so even if he's not tired he welcomes it any day and anytime ♡

• As for his days off, he'll order some breakfast and make some tea before using all his energy to fuck you till you're satisfied and his hips are slamming into yours.

• He honestly loves the way you sound when you've cum multiple times and might have the urge to record it without your knowledge-

• Daisuke also likes to tease you though, edging you for a bit when he has extra time and will even read a book while playing with you with his fingers. He finds it so adorable when you whine ♡

• He of course lets you cum at the end of an edging session though, he always tries to give you mindblowing orgasms and after he's made you cum he continues on to fuck you and plans to make sure you cum another time while you're all sensitive

• And after you're all satisfied? He might make you cum at least one more time before cleaning you up and tucking you in bed. He enjoys going above and beyond to make you happy-

• He loves you so much, hell if you ever wanted to try any kinks he would do it if it means you would be satisfied. He puts your needs before his and is just happy to have you cum on his face the most!

And he can't have you unhappy since you're his! He treats his darling like she's the most precious thing in the world, and it'll stay that way ♡

#.rowan_clarke_♡ #.daisuke_kawahara_♡ #soft yandere #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere male #yandere hcs #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #chubby reader #yandere smut #tw: yandere #tw edging #tw cockwarming

[pipsqk-art]

One Time She Fell and Three Times She Didn't - Part 2

An interesting thing about artificial life is that they experience time differently than organic life, they process things so quickly, almost instantaneously, that time slows dramatically for them. You already know this, you have experienced being shut down hundreds of times. You have experienced the slow process of all of your systems turning off, from least to most crucial. And at the end you haven't died, no, nothing as dramatic as that, but you have to admit it is...unnerving. Being reduced to a fraction of yourself, having to rely on someone else to bring you back. This was not an issue until you became sentient, now having to deal with irrational feelings such as fear and worry. And it is irrational, you fully trust your handlers and coworkers to bring you back. It never stops being scary though...

You are in a void, you are in your most simple state. You sit there in stasis waiting for a single command: On.

Oh. There it is, you're back. Internal clock indicates you've been out for...3 years and 7 months. Huh, that's a bit longer than you expected. (Those systems aren't up yet but you will panic about the time loss later.) Ah, perfect, audio input and processing are back up. Hopefully you can figure out what's going on.

"Ooookay, I think that should do it." says the mysterious voice with a hint of optimism. She sounds..kinda young? Aw heck, you really hope you didn't shut down in front of any kiddos.

Visual systems comin' online. You see several figures crouched in front of you. Chica sits to your right, hands clasped in front of her. Despite the missin' beak you can tell she's thrilled to see you. To your left you see Roxy, you blink at her and her ears (what's left of 'em) perk up. And in the middle you see a girl, can't be more than 14. Let's see...guest profile says this is Cassie Mendez, poor kid looks tired. She looks up at Roxy and mutters, "Did it work?"

"Wait, you fixed me??"

She looks sheepish and gestures towards the faz wrench, "I...yeah I just..I guess I picked up some stuff from my dad- woah!" You pick her up and pull her into a hug, "Aw kiddo I dunno what to say! Thank you so much!" You start to spin her around, absolutely giddy. Roxy tries to say somethin' but there's no time! You're back! This calls for a celebration! Startin' with givin' this kid a proper thank you. You gently toss her into the air, she lets out a squeal and you catch her. "Cassie, I can't thank you enough-" you are harshly interrupted.

"GODDAMMIT, BONNIE, PUT HER DOWN." Roxy growls at you and steps closer.

You stop spinnin' and glare at her, "Hold your horses, Roxanne, I was just..." your sentence trails off as you start to notice the shaking in your arms. You look down and the girl is clutching the sides of her head and crying, you can vaguely hear her whispering "stop, stop, please..."

Shit. This kid is upset and crying because of you. You got carried away and broke the most important rule at the Pizzaplex, your programming won't even let you do this on purpose. You hurt a guest. You hurt a kid. "Oh, geez, honey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Bonnie." You look over and Roxy is glaring at you again, though this time there's a hint of sorrow in her expression. You carefully and slowly crouch down and set the girl down. She falls to her knees and continuously taps at the ground like it would fall away from her at any moment. Roxy sits in front of her and places a hand on her shoulder, "Cassie?"

Chica comes over and gently leads you away, you can hear the girl muttering "you're okay, you're okay, you're okay" on a loop. "Chica, I...I feel awful.."

"It's okay, Bonnie, you didn't know. She'll be okay, she just..." Chica considers her words for a moment, "I don't know what happened to her, but I think she's scared of falling..."

#pipsqk writes #glamrock bonnie #cassie fnaf #glamrock chica #roxanne wolf #fnaf #friend betrayed au #ficlet

[ash-arts-a-thing]

So, I followed the scent of angst and ended up finding ur trollshock au, LOVIN IT so far!

Had to look up what bioshock was and its context and characters since I’m not a gamer, but I am still a bit confused bout the whole situation. U don’t have to, but do u think u could give a brief rundown of what’s going on?

Thank you!!! I’m glad you’re liking it!! I hope to do more for it soon!!

Where do I start? I haven’t gotten a comeplete timeline from begining to end, so some things aren’t difinitive, but I can give you run downs on a couple things.

Sorry this got kinda long, I’ll put it under a read more, if you have any more questions please don’t hesitate to ask!

John Dory and his parents were invited to move to Rapture for their scientific knowledge, which works for them because morally their parents are extremely bankrupt so they can get away with anything down there. JD was aiming to get into the music industry, he’s a great song writer (not naming them though) and he’s ace with a guitar, but their parents managed to talk him out of it. They claimed his entertainment skills would be put to better use by demonstrating plasmids and tonics, of course back then they weren’t comepletely aware of the side effects excessive and heavy use could do to somebody both physically and mentally.

So for a while JD was the face and name of plasmid use, his favourites being Enrage and Incinerate. The first side effects he had were horrible migraines so he uses a pair of tinted goggles to try to avoid bright lights, and around this time he’d been told they would be having another baby soon. JD, excited at the thought of being a big brother, recorded a few songs for them via audio diary and one in particular being written specifically for his sibling.

Not long after Bruce was hatched the effects of constantly destroying and rewriting his dna finally caught up to him and they quickly pulled JD from any sort of spotlight and practically erased his existance, claiming that he had to be sent back to the surface for business reasons. In reality they signed him off to the new Protector Program, Bruce was signed to the Little Sister (Brother) Program. Any male subject they tried to use for the LSP hasn’t worked, but they managed to make it work ask long as Bruce was paired JD and ONLY JD.

Unfortunately the slug they planted into Bruce had the side effect to make him age incredibly fast and while they saw it as a benefit at first, since the rest of the children in the Program were 5-6 years old, but by the end of year 3 he had the looks and mental capacity of a 30 year old. He was not happy to say the least, since he’d been put through multiple experiments to try to slow the process before he reached his ‘30s’.

They went through the same thing with the rest of the brothers, slowly perfecting the aging problem with each one before getting it right with Branch. Each brother also still has their slug in their bodies, leaving them with the residual effects they caused when they were LB, but they don’t know how long they’ll last since Clay and Floyd don’t get Adam unlike Bruce.

B, C, and F, are desperately trying to get to Branch without hurting JD or causing his body to shut down from Branch being taken from him. Floyd quickly became reckless in his attempts and constantly takes mortal damage. Bruce is trying to keep Clay and Floyd safe even forbidding them from using Plasmids and Tonics so they don’t destroy their bodies or minds. Clay is constantly torn between his two brothers, wanting them to just be a family, but knowing trying to seperate Branch and John Dory safely will most likely be impossible.

John Dory still has some part of him left, doing little things to keep his personality like the way he’s still a showmen when he uses plasmids, he’ll hum along to any of the songs he’s written if they’re played through a diary. When he hums you can hear the barest undertone of his regular voice mixed with the guttural voice of the Big Daddy’s, it’s very comforting actually. So he’s aware, but sometimes he isn’t.

Viva and Poppy were also put through the PP and LSP, Viva forcefully put through rapid aging to fit the role of a Big Sister and Poppy put through the conditioning. Viva is fully aware of everything happening around the city and does her best to keep Poppy as safe as possible. Viva and JD have a steady protector relationship due to the friendship through Poppy and Branch.

Viva also ocassionally tries to keep the other brothers informed of what’s happening around the city when she isn’t watching the kids. Her and Clay are very close, being friends before they’re conditioning and experiments took over their lives comepltely and eventually forming a romantic relationship. Viva, at first, is not happy with the way Bruce conducts things, thinking that he just wants to kill JD and be done with it until she see how he reacts to one of his brothers old recordings.

Thier goal is to make it out of Rapture, together, as a family. There are three endings, haven’t decided which would be canon, but I’m running off the ideas from B2.

The Good Ending: everybody makes it out alive and in one piece, John Dory is able to get the same treatment as Sigma in the canon games, getting freed from the conditioning and his suit so he can live a… ‘normal’ life with his family. They probably all get a big house together and help take care of Poppy and Branch as they attend school and shit and Bruce gets some help for the mental state he’d be in after the genetic issues.

The Neutral Ending: John Dory dies in order to save his brothers and the sisters. Viva would extract JD’s Adam and distribute it amongst his brothers so they’d all have a piece of him, kinda like a shoulder angel type of deal. It’s unknown if they’d all stay together.

The Bad Ending: John Dory and Bruce both die, the conditioning would end up being too much for JD to fight against and comepletely lose who he’d use to be, causing him to lash out at the rest of them. Bruce at this time would also feel his sanity slipping, using what consciousness he has left to protect them all from JD, leading them both to their deaths. When the rest finally make it to the surface they all break off, Floyd taking Branch, Clay going solo, and Viva taking Poppy with her.

#not art #anon #TrollShock AU #trolls #Bioshock AU

[no-nameno-face]

Auburn Thoughts (Pt.2)

Pairing: Reader x Ellie Williams

Summary:  When plans to meet up go awry, you flee. Unsure of your feelings, and convinced they are one sided, you are contacted by an old friend. You decide to do something out of character. Anything to get your mind off of her.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Minors do not interact. Jealousy, Angst, Alcohol, Drinking, Alcohol Abuse, Smoking Weed, vague mentions of SA, creepy guy, Anxiety (please let me know if there's any I forgot)

Author's Notes: Jealous Ellie!! Jealous Reader!! Protective Ellie!! I'm obsessed. I love jealous Ellie with my whole heart. Actively reminding myself to take this story slow… anyways I'm very excited to see where this story goes. hope you enjoy this chapter :) 

Part 1

Part 3 (With Audio)

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Back at my dorm, I find myself doodling the image of her bitten lips. Auburn thoughts.

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I wake up the next morning, tired. I stayed up too late again. Drawing. I stretch my arms above my head and squint my eyes at the light coming through my windows. Class. I have class. My brain talks but my body does not move. I’m so tired. I reach over and grab my phone, checking the time. I bolt up in my bed. Fuck, I'm going to be so late. 

I  rush to my closet and pull on a light green oversized sweatshirt I thrifted forever ago, and throw on some light wash jeans. They have light paint splatters on them but honestly most of my clothes do. Shoving socks on my feet I slip them into my white tennis shoes. On my way out I stop in the mirror and assess the damage. Bed head and bags under my eyes. I grab a hair tie and rushedly pull it up into a messy high ponytail. I poke the dark circles under my exhausted eyes but decide there's nothing I can do in the time I have, so I head out the door, turning off the lights and locking it behind me.

Sitting in my second class of the day I remember my evening plans. Suddenly I wish I had gotten a bit more ready. After class is over I rush to the bathroom and splash cold water on my face, hoping it would bring down some of the puffiness that my restless night lended me. I look at my reflection. “Fuck,” I say under my breath as I lean on the counter looking down at the running water. What is this? Don’t think too much about it. I look at myself and practice a smile, turning my face to observe. My face drops. “Shit. What is wrong with me?” I turn the faucet off and walk out of the bathroom, to my next class.

4:30, I’m early. That's okay, god knows my project could use some work. I put my headphones in and tuck my knee up to my chest resuming the apple from yesterday. I find myself checking the time regularly, and it feels like it's passing abnormally slow. 

The door opens and I turn expecting to see Ellie, but another girl walks in. I recognize her from the halls. Slender and feminine, pretty features and short dark hair. Striking honestly, especially in comparison to my drained appearance. A subtle shade of insecurity settles over me. I overlook it. She must be in a different class time than Ellie and I. Turning back to my work she sits a couple seats to the left of me. She doesn't acknowledge me, I don't think much about it. People in the art department tend to be more introverted, so this is a typical encounter. 

Shortly after resuming my work the door opens again, I turn. Green eyes. Wearing a thick flannel, jeans, and her same old sneakers. Her hair is half down today, the other half in a bun. Loose strands framing her face. I notice her freckles a bit extra today, small constellations littering her cheeks.  I smile and she returns it.

“So you decided to show up!” I say, turning back to my canvas a bit flushed.

“What? Did you think I was gonna stand you up or some shit?” she says with a smile in her voice as she makes her way to you. 

“Hey you never kn-” 

“Ellie!” A voice cuts me off. “I didn't know you were coming today!” I look to the girl sitting on my left, she's craned her head around to face Ellie beaming at her. 

“Oh!” she sounded startled. “Hi Cat.” Ellie says with a courteous smile that doesn't meet her eyes. The girl gets up and basically prances up to her, wrapping her arms around Ellies neck. Ellie's eyes meet mine as I dart back to my work. Staring past my canvas. I'm face to face with an unfamiliar pit in my stomach. I try not to listen to their conversation, my heartbeat building in my ears is loud enough to drone most of it out. Most of it. 

“It's been so long,” Cat…

“You're normally not here this late” Ellie…

“Yeah, I’ll have to start coming more often!” Cat..

Heartbeat thudding. 

“Well you should call me later! We could catch dinner when you're done here.” I feel eyes on me. “Catch up a bit.” Cat…

Louder pulsing in my ears.

Next thing I hear is the seat to my right creaks and snaps me out of it. I glance over at Ellie and can't get out of my head fast enough to say anything. I look back to my painting. She looks at me, then my painting. 

“It looks good.” Her voice comes out awkward. I notice her fidgeting with her hands. 

“Thanks.” I say without looking her way. 

“Umm, well should i grab my stuff?” she suggests.

“Actually, I didn't sleep well last night.” I say looking down at my hands in my lap. Gripping each other to keep from shaking. What is wrong with me? “I'm pretty tired.” I glimpse at her quickly then back to my hands. “I’m gonna head out.” I say standing up and start walking to the sink to rinse my brushes. Ellie gets up and tries to follow me but is stopped by Cat. Cat. 

“You can hang with me El’s,” a pang in my gut at the familiarity in the nickname. “I've got another 30 minutes or so of work to do here!” her voice reignites the thudding. All I hear is mumbles behind my own spiraling thoughts. I wash my brushes fast and carelessly, then load them, still wet, into my case. I haul my canvas away and walk out the door. I walk fast down the halls, my throat feels dry, my chest feels tight. My eyes feel prickly. I hit the wall of cold air past the front doors. What the fuck. I take a gasp of the icy air. Then head in the direction of my dorm. Heartbeat heavy.

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My phone rings. I lay on my bed staring into the ceiling. Seeing arms around her. The ringing stops. Then it starts again. I groan and reach my arm over to grab it. Chloe, my friend  who I'd rather neglected over the past art filled days. I put my phone to my ear,

“Hey chlo.”

“Hey bitch. Where the fuck have you been?” I smile at her voice, rubbing the back of my neck.

“I have this gnarly realism project in my painting class. It's taking all of the little mental capacity I have” I say, mind on Ellie. Ellie and Cat. my smile fades.

“Oh, yeah. That's shit. Well it's Saturday, and since you owe me for being MIA, you are coming out with me tonight.” To be honest, a drink sounded pretty nice right now.

“Sure, what time?”

“Wait really? You’re down?”

“Yeah, I could use a distraction.” From her.

“Period! I'll pick you up at 9! We are going for… slutty chic.” I smile down at my legs. 

“We’ll see.”

“I swear to god if you don't dress up im gonna-”

“Bye Chlo! See you at 9!” I say with a forced laugh, hanging up the phone. I throw myself back on the bed and lay there for a moment before I finally force myself to sit up and make my way to my closet. 

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[here!] My phone dings. I take one last look in my mirror, evaluating. A fitted black racer-back cropped to my upper stomach, a large key hole at the neck exposing some of my cleavage, I pull it up a bit self consciously. My skirt, a matching set to the top sits a couple inches beneath, exposing a sliver of my stomach. The fitted black skirt ends before my resting hands do. I tug at it, too short. I grab a cropped fluffy black jacket from the rack behind me and slouch it over my shoulders, then I’m bending over to pull on some black heels over my dark tights. Looking back to my reflection I look taller, elongated. 

I lean in and double check my makeup. A soft smokey eye, with a thin line of dark eyeliner. Blush and highlighter shape my nose a bit more than normal. My eyes shift to my hair, slicked back in a high ponytail, I lean my head to the side grabbing my pony and pulling it over my shoulder sighing at my reflection before I grab my black bag and head out to Chloe's car. 

I hear her before I see her, music blaring. She's applying lip gloss in her visor mirror. I climb into the passenger seat, holding my skirt down while I do so. She glances at me, “Oh my god. you look so hot.” she says, eyes boggling jokingly at me.

“Oh shut up,” I roll my eyes at her reaching my hand out to borrow her gloss, she hands it over and I apply it in the mirror of my visor just like she had done. 

The drive consists of her updating me on her sexual escapades. I smile, laugh, and gasp at her stories as we wind through the streets. This girl is wild. God, I love her. 

We pull up to a house and try to find parking among the cars lining the street. Finally finding an empty spot, she does her best attempt at parallel parking. I laugh at her focused face and multiple failed attempts. She tells me to fuck off. 

Walking up to the house We pass a group of guys, they eye us up grinning. Chloe smiles at them, I cross my arms across my chest and look at the pathway to the front door. As we get closer the music pounds in my ears getting louder until we are inside. There's a lot of people here, energy pulsing through the thick air. I feel a bit overwhelmed. Chloe, reading my face, grabs my hands.

“Drinks!” she exclaimes with a wide warm smile. Her blonde hair bouncing behind her as she turned and pulled me by the hand to a table in the living room. She pours us a shot of something clear, tapping our glasses together then on the table. The liquor going down my throat is warm and stinging. We cringe at each other and laugh at our sour faces. After another shot, this time a bit easier, I pour myself a mixed drink and sip it to get the taste out of my mouth. It's not much better, too strong, but I sip away at it. 

Chloe has drifted to the kitchen, giving eyes to some guy. I watch her touch his shoulder laughing at something he said and I smile at my now empty drink. Man, she's got game. I can feel the heat in my cheeks as the drink combines with the body heat of all these strangers. It's nice. For a moment I didnt even think about her.

Fuck.

Smile gone, I sigh and walk to the drink table, a bit wobblier than when I arrived, pouring myself another tall glass.  Maybe another drink will get the images of her out of my head. I sip at my new concoction, barely tasting it as I stumble to find a bathroom. I knock. Met with no response, I walk in and lock the door behind me. I look in the mirror and my hooded eyes look back at me. I smile at myself. I do look pretty good, I thought. I turn on the tap and run cold water over my hands, I indulge in the drunken sensation of it. 

I head back out into the crowded hall, people scattered along the wells leaning, chatting, even a couple messily making out. I subtly blanch at the boldness of it. Walking past them, eyes drifting over strangers, observing. Suddenly my eyes freeze, locked onto green. No , no, no. An exhale deepens her chest releasing a large puff of smoke from her lips. Her lips. She's sat with knees up on the couch, leaning against the arm. A blunt resting in between her fingers. Her eyes are locked on me, a look of shock shining over her already glazed eyes. Her eyes wander down my body, evaluating my every detail. Her brows furrowed a bit and I swear I saw her chew the inside of her cheek, before her eyes snaped back to mine. My eyes shift to the girl on the couch next to her. Short dark hair. My eyes trace her hand resting on Ellie’s thigh. My stomach twists. I turn sharply and walk to the kitchen, seeing everything through a tinge of green. 

I approach Chloe. She smiles at me and asks how I'm feeling. “Drunk” I respond with a small empty smile. 

“Drunk enough to dance?” she asks. Not sure if it was the liquid courage or a vengeful spirit possessing my body, I put my cup to my lips, downing the drink. I grabbed her hand and led her to the living room. Spinning her to face me, we begin swaying quickly to the beat of the music in the mass of dancing people. My hands skim up the curves of my body as we smile at each other. I tilt my head back and close my eyes, Ellie is in the darkness behind my eyelids. Then my hands are on Chloes waist turning her against me, we dance together. She’s pressed against me, my hands following the rhythm of her hips. When the song ends and transitions to another she laughs drunkenly, turning back to me and locking her hands around my neck.

“Okay, keep dancing.” I obliged. “See that guy behind me. Dark hair, tall. Definitely looking at my ass.” She looks at me with a smirk. I scan the faces in the kitchen, and locate the guy she's talking about. He was indeed staring at her ass. “Im gonna fuck him tonight. I bet you a million dollars.” 

“That's a losing horse man, I see how he's looking at you, I'm not taking those odds.” I laugh at her, shifting my eyes as we sway together, my hands resting on her waist. Images begin blurring together, until my vision locks in on the girl leaning against the entryway. Arms crossed against her chest, one hand holding her still lit blunt. Eyes pinned to mine. Darkened green. The haze of people seems to blur around her. I see her suck against her teeth, she doesn't look away. I hold her gaze while I turn and begin dancing on Chloe, now her hands roam my waist. I watch as Ellie takes a long drag. Ellie. Chloe laughs into my neck.

“Jeez. you're putting on a show! Who are you performing for?” she says over the music scanning the crowd. My eyes are on green. I feel my face flush as I see Ellie turn on her heels and head back into the hall. Could she hear us? I turn back to Chloe.

“I'm gonna take a breather.” I say with a smile. She boos me as I walk away into the kitchen, “you're up,” I nod to the guy eyeing her. He heads her way. My vision sways, and I lean against the counter. I drop my head, I feel heavy. My body feels all the gravity of the world at this moment. What the fuck did I just do.

I stand up. Turning to walk to the bathroom, suddenly too drunk. I take staggered steps down the hall, my eyes looking over the couch, once occupied. Now only the black haired girl sat there chatting with someone, I didn't care enough to see who. She probably left, my thoughts told me. Not sure if I was reassured or upset by the idea. I stumble into the door. It sways open and I follow its momentum until my hips hit the counter and my hands fall next to the sink. I look at them.

Click.

My head shot up in the mirror, Ellie was leaning against the door watching my reflection.

“Your friend’s right, that was quite the show.” she says in a dry voice, looking at me emotionless. 

“Where's your girlfriend?” My voice slurs at her, a bit harsher than I intended. The wrinkle between her brows deepen at this. 

“Is that what this is over,”  she said, rolling her blood shot eyes to the ceiling. I turn to her, leaning back against the counter. 

“This isn't over anything.” I know I'm lying. I wonder if she does too. What's your problem?” I say through squinted eyes.

“My problem?”

“Yeah, whats your fucking deal? Looking at me like that, with your girl basically on your lap.” I was too far into my drinking to be shocked by my bluntness. My green was showing. I didn't have enough sense to care. Her eyes were dark. 

“She's not my girl.”

“Okay,” I  let out a mean laugh looking up, then back to her. “Sure.” 

She steps towards me, my breath catches in my throat. “What about your girl?” She scowls at me, “The one you were dancing on,” she looks down to my hands  “touching.” Her  head still angled down but her eyes dart up to meet mine again.  She looks angry. Her eyes stir something in my stomach. This is so unlike that calm and collected sarcastic girl from class.

“What about it?” I say to her with a rude smirk, my tongue poking the inside of my cheek as I glare into her. She stares into me, her eyes drift to my lips, then back to me. Piercing me. I feel myself go pale. “Stop looking at me like that,” my voice is softer than I anticipated. A harsh contrast to my aggressive tone. “I can't handle...” my voice trails off. 

She looks at me for a second, softening the slightest amount. Contemplating. “You’re drunk.” She resigns. “Who's your ride? I think it’s time you head out.” 

“Ellie, im not your fucking responsibility. I can handle myself.” My confidence fluctuates again. I try to pass her to get to the door, stumbling over my own feet. Her hand slams against the door, holding it shut. She turns, keeping her hand on the door. 

“Dont be fucking stupid.” I gape at her. “Don't act like you didn't see all the guys watching you.” I didn't. Honestly. I only saw her. “You go out there like this and your easy fucking picking. Do you know how easy it would be for a guy to..” her voice stops. Her hand on the door squeezes into a fist, white knuckles. “I mean shit you left the door open when you came in here, what if it wasn't me that came in?” Her eyes are angry again, protective. My head pounds realizing she's right. I sigh and look down at my hands now clasped together. My liquid confidence faltered by the reminder of my fragility. 

“Fine.” I say barely above a whisper. Her eyes hesitated on me. Softening a bit more. 

“Come on,” she says, opening the door letting me out first. She trails behind me, an overwhelming presence. I walk to the living room, peering around for Chloe. She's not there. I pull my phone out and squint my eyes to keep the words from blurring together. I finally found her contact and pressed call. I hold it to my ear plugging the other one trying to hear over the music. Sent to voicemail. 

“Fuck,” I mumble under my breath. I press call again. It rings a bit longer this time, then voicemail. I turn to look at Ellie, she's closer than I expected. My heart thuds. I look up slightly to meet her eyes. I'm sure she would have stepped away if it weren't for the people surrounding us. “She's not picking up.” I say looking down to the phone in my hands then back to her. I don't know what to do, I’m nervous, too far gone to have a poker face of any kind. She looks at me with a tinge of concern in her eyes, then scans over the crowd, before redirecting her gaze to me. 

“Okay, follow me. She says as she turns and carves her way through the crowd. I follow behind her watching my feet to make sure I don’t trip when my body thuds against something.

I look up and see a man looking down at me. “Sorry sweetheart.” he smiles a toothy grin at me, scanning down my body as I back away from him.

I go to step around him, mumbling a small “excuse me,” but he steps in my path. 

“Where ya going?” he leans his head down by me, “Can I come with?” he breathes moist air onto me, the smell of alcohol hot on his breath. The sound of blood rushes in my ears. 

Suddenly, a hand on my waist. “Hey man, back the fuck up.” an aggressive voice rings. Eyes jump to see Ellie standing next to me. She's staring at him with narrow eyes, then looks at me. Her eyes are a statement. I got you. I look down to the floor. I feel her hand pulling me with her.

“Woah, dude.” he throws his hands up mockingly. “We were in the middle of something!” He called after us laughing. Her grip on me tightens, and I focus on the feel of it to drown out my anxiety.

Leading me out of the house, we get outside and my distraction disappears as she drops her hand.  Mumbling profanities under her breath, walking fast. I follow behind her and she turns to check I’m still with her. 

“Where are we going?” I ask, trying to keep up with her.

“I'm taking you home.” 

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