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veone · 10 months
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einaudis · 2 years
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It's so funny to me, when people try to say Paul can't be a good warrior just because Timothée is too skinny. Now, I don't know how good or bad he is in the books? But, being a warrior is not all about physicality. Yes, it's good to be built like Duncan or Gurney, but at the end of the day, good warriors are able to use their minds as well. That idea that a skinny person can't fight is so boring and predictable. If you can weaponize your own body, know how to work with it, your weak spots and also the strong ones, you can be an amazing warrior, just like the built ones.
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hoshigray · 1 day
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Heyyy. Can I request a college au. Reader is an average, socially awkward person but somehow managed to pulled the campus heartthrob, Geto (or gojo). And he's lowkey obsessed with her and try to be fucking her every chance he gets.
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𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: why not both? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk, felt like doing a threesome for some reason lmao
⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Geto + Gojo x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! college setting - sex in public places; gymnasium locker room + dining hall + college dorms - oral (m! + f! receiving) - face + throat-fucking - fingering (f! receiving) - clitoral play (swiping, grinding and licking/sucking) - face-sitting - threesome - double penetration; anal and vaginal - cowgirl dp position - anal fingering (f! receiving) - kissing/making out - protected sex (psa: warp it up or get tf up) - overstimulation - pet names (angel, baby, cutie, my love, pretty girl, princess, sweetie, sweetheart) - sato + sugu being whipped over you, hehe~ - slight humor - mention of tears and drool.
⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.1k (pretty long for a req, lol)
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���Oh, Y/n, it’s good to see you. Did you have a good weekend? Let’s walk each other to class; I was waiting for you.”
“Y/nnnn! This cold day is so much warmer now that you’re here. Let’s grab something to eat at the dining hall, okay?”
You thought college life couldn’t get any more difficult than it already is. Oh, how you were so wrong… 
Being on your own on campus was hard enough; states away from your family and having to rely on and take care of yourself while also striving for a better education. On top of this, making friends (outside of your roommates Shoko and Utahime) is such a social and excruciating chore as it’s challenging to put yourself out for people to notice you. Making small talk with your peers or talking/discussing group material in classes has your heart racing enough – not to mention trying to commit to clubs – making you feel a bit of a failure as a human being.
With that, you almost dwell on not trying at all. You’re utterly content with your inner circle with your roommates, waking up and heading to classes and back, eating college food, and sleeping after reading for a lecture. This routine of sticking to yourself was a notion you’ve grown to accept and find comfort in — no need to change it if it’s been doing you well this far.
That is until you meet them — Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, the best friends of your roommate Shoko. 
Gojo is the star player of the school’s basketball team, a famous face among the class years, and the “disgustingly tactless, cutesy prince” of your year, as described by Utahime. By morning, he’s a dedicated student in his business administration major and history minor classes; by afternoon, he is his playful, social, and charismatic snow-haired soul, grabbing the attention of others and bringing life to those around him with his bright cadence. In addition, he’s a talented figure, capturing the hearts of many with his model work in fashion shows and playing fan-favorite roles in plays.
In contrast, Geto was a much more mellow star that pulled the hearts of students and professors alike. The raven-haired bioengineering major was a boy whose presence was easy not to notice yet quick to pull you in when making himself known. His tall, docile figure emitted an aura that accompanied the soothing tune of his voice, the perfect combination that made him trustworthy and obliging to the students around him and his lacrosse teammates. With the charming features of a heartthrob and the alluring speech of a leader, he’s someone many would turn to in search of a person to follow and praise.
Satoru and Suguru, two complete opposites – two best friends – who are, without a doubt, the twin stars of this school. However, there was one thing the two shared in common, something that made your heart skip and your mind race every time knowing this fact: the two were unmistakably and sickeningly in love with you!
How? You do not know. It all started when Shoko brought them over one night for dinner, and you saw them for a quick moment in the kitchen, quickly greeting them before rushing back into your room. Next thing you knew, you had begun to see and run into them every so often, which soon turned to at least once per day. And now, like a white bubbly puppy and a black, quietly affectionate cat, you could not shake them off you when and wherever you went.
Oh, it was something you were not used to, being sneaked up from behind by Gojo, who’d pull you in for a hug or lift you with every greeting in public (as if you weighed like nothing)! Especially in classes where Geto would surprise you with his calm voice and a warm hand on your shoulder to check if you were okay before claiming the chair next to you. And you couldn’t push them away — how could you when two of the most renowned faces on school grounds want to be around your presence!? Good Lord, it was all overwhelming, Shoko and Utahime having to step in to beat the boys into shape for making you uncomfortable.
And then there are those times when the two would butt heads with each other because of you! There have been a handful of times where if one had you to themselves, the other would bore glares to the former’s skull. Gojo would suck his teeth with his arm wrapped around your shoulder, white brows furrowed and ticked off blue eyes concealed by his dark circle shades. “Yo, Buddha with bangs, can you let go? Y/n promised to hang with me after their classes ended, and I’d be damned if you’d be third-wheeling.”
“That’s not happening, Satoru,” Geto’s hand grasps yours with more grip, royal purple eyes narrowed at his white-haired friend. “Y/n and I have a presentation to work on for tomorrow. Go lollygag somewhere else.”
Two positive bundles of life will immediately turn hostile when it comes to you, suffocating your very being as you’re stuck in the middle of them. It’s bad enough being with either of them has people notice and talk about you; it’s another thing when you’re being fought over like some small bunny between two snarling wolves. Oh God, why me!!??
But it wasn’t all bad. If anything, being fawned over by the two was a strange thing that has happened to you thus far, and not in a terrible way. Gojo has made you a lot more open and social than before, dragging you to parties he’s been invited to and to his crowded games (where he’s always sure to find you and blow a kiss). And spending time with Geto has sparked instances where you’re courageous enough to speak for yourself with a bit of a push from him, throwing in your inputs for class discussions or having him aid you in knowing your material when you two study together.
The two most popular guys in school who flatter and are obsequious over you. That in itself is enough to make your cheeks and ears dial in warmth, shielding your face in your pillows just thinking about them. You like them both, bound to be drawn in by the handsome boys and their pursuit of you.
However, their infatuation was something you’d find out goes beyond words and handholds. An obsession for you embroidered in their very minds…and bodies.
“…Mhahhh, Go—Mmmph! Gojooo…we shouldn’t be doing this…”
“Aww, c’mon, Y/n, you know I don’t like it when you call me by last name. It’s just the two of us here…Fuck, keep licking it like that…”
Sneaking into the basketball team’s locker room is one thing; sneaking in with the star player in the team with you between his legs on the bench and sucking his dick? Oh, that’s a can of worms you never thought you’d open in your entire life. 
Gojo brings his head back, banging on the locker behind him as the contact of your tongue on his pink tip sends shivers up to his shoulders. “Fuuuck, you feel so good, baby. Gonna make me cum again…” You peer up with lidded eyes as you suck his tip into your mouth, him humming at the warm sensation of your mouth swallowing his length whole. Your face is hot of embarrassment, being looked down on by him as you do such an indecent thing on him in a place of changing for men. 
This was his idea – bringing you to the gymnasium to watch him practice with his teammates for an upcoming game. Then, he pulls you aside once the guys want another fifteen-minute water break, bargaining into the men’s locker room and pulling you in for a hot kiss. Sucking on and nibbling on your lips and tongue has you mewl sweetly for him, distracted as he pulls his shorts and briefs down to expose the erection growing inside him. “Sorry, you just looked too cute watching me from the side,” he’d say with a hazy glint in his eyes shielded by his shades.
So here you are, sucking him off to the hilt, where your lips meet strands of his white pubes, making your boyfriend cum for the second time. Gojo brings a hand to your head for purchase, moaning as your hand massages his balls. “—Ahh, fuck…God, you’ve gotten so good at that, cutie. Can’t get enough of you...”
His words burn your ears, his aroused tone making your face even more hot to bear. Gosh, this was such a dangerous game; your nerves constantly on edge in hopes nobody would walk in.
However, your worries might have been what jinxed your fate because you two heard the door to the locker room open. You instantly move your mouth away from Gojo’s cock and stand to panic. But before you could, Gojo quickly grabbed you by the wrist and took you to one of the bathroom stalls. You sat on the toilet, bewildered at being dragged all over this fitness center. Then, Gojo brings his dick to your face again, and you give him the most shockingly confused expression as if he can’t hear the commotion of two people speaking where they used to be.
“Relax, no one’s coming here,” Liar, we almost got caught! He pushes the tip to your mouth, and you murmur on his length, filling your mouth and throat. “Let’s make this one quick, okay?”
You were too busy registering him place his hands on your head before he could slam himself to your mouth; the sudden thrust of his hips propelling his cock deep into the tight crevices of your throat makes you grip onto his shorts for dear life. The slap of his ruts fills your eardrums; you can’t tell how far or close the two guys who entered the locker room are. He’s making you focus on nothing but him — a selfish objection from a selfish man as he’s using you to relieve himself in the men’s locker room. God, this was such a bad situation, and yet your lower half couldn’t stop the throbs that have you shifting your thighs together. How embarrassing! 
“Hhnnn, fucking shit, your throat feels so good,”  he praises, his slender fingers massaging your scalp. Your tongue brushes the underside of his length in a way that has his pace go faster, and he has to keep his moans to a lower volume. “Shiiit, baby, I’m gonna cum…Take it all in…!”
You have no choice but to, forced to gulp down all of his load that he spills into your tight, warm throat. He still rocks his pelvis into you until every pump of his jizz is inside you. When your ears pick up the sound of the locker room door opening and closing with the dismissal of the two strangers, that’s when Gojo takes his long shaft out of your mouth, spit connecting from your tongue to his cockhead is wiped with haste. 
But then, Gojo pokes your cheek with his tip, a sign that he wants to go again. You throw quiet pleas, “N–No, Gojo! You have to get back to practice—“
“Shhh, those guys can survive a few games without me. And besides,” he gently slaps your cheek with his cock. How vulgar! “I’ll fuck your mouth til the end of the day if you don’t stop using my last name when it’s just the two of us here.” The playful grin on his lips doesn’t make that threat any better. “One more time, please?”
With hesitant eyes, you place kisses on his shaft while stroking him. “Only one more…okay, Satoru?”
He beams with the dimples of his cheeks. “Yes, pretty girl~.”
And it doesn’t stop there — because Geto is no better. 
“Aww, you two are so cute together~”
You squirm on the booth seat you’re sharing with your other boyfriend, you two sitting across from his friends — a senior couple he shares a lab with that invited him for dinner. Unsurprisingly, you were his plus one, knowing you’re not one for being around people you’re not familiar with. And yet here you are, caged by the wall and Geto’s frame to keep you in this conversation on the side of the busy dining hall.
Geto chuckles before brushing your cheek, "Aren’t we? But they’re the cutest thing to me.” He says as he places a swift kiss on your cheek; it’s an action that has your face grow in warmth — and the couple “awwing” at his affection.
The guy of the couple speaks to the dark, long-haired other. “I never knew you were one for relationships, Geto; you seem so busy with Bio and your clubs that you don’t seem to have time to lay low and be with someone.”
“Mmm, I thought so, too. That is until I met Y/n through a friend of mine,” you jerk at the silent touch of his pinkie grazing your thigh, noting it had sneaked under your skirt to graze its skin. Your eyes peek in his direction, finding that he remains eye contact with the guy he’s talking with. “And, you know, I got to know them here and there, shared some classes with them on the side. Now, I just can’t imagine them being out of my line of sight.”
The guy across laughs. “Sounds kinda obsessive!”
Geto shrugs with a chortle. “I guess it’s like that, I don’t know. I’m just really crazy about them; they’re my sweetheart after all.”
“That’s so sweet!” The girl senior across exclaims, turning to you to ask, “So, how long have you and Geto been a thing, Y/n?”
The question has you stumped for a bit as you weren’t ready to be thrown inquiries. And before you answer, you feel Geto’s hand rub on your thigh. “U-Umm, me—ahem—Geto and I have been a couple for quite a while now? My roommate was the one who introduced me to him—Mmmm!” You briskly flatten your lips at your squeak because the fingers inside your skirt pinch your skin. On command, you spread your legs for Geto to insert his hand inside your panties.
The girl asks more questions. “Oh? So, your roommate brought you two together. Did you know of them before?” 
“Well, not really…She and Geto—Ohh!” You bring your hand to your lips at the graze of Geto’s forefinger on your clit. You turn to him and are immediately locked into his violet gaze. He lifts a brow with an undisturbed smile, and you gulp. “I–I mean, Suguru and my roommate have been best friends since high school, so I kinda got…Nnmm,” you chew your lips when he bullies a digit between your folds to play and tease. “She was the one who introduced me to him…”
“Is that so? Hehe, it’s amazing how the world works, huh?” You listen, but your mind is too focused on Geto’s digits swiping and nestling across your wetness to have your body more excited about his touch. And it gets worse as he inserts his forefinger inside your vagina, causing you to jolt and suppress your mewl by leaning into his shoulder, gripping onto the sleeve of his turtleneck. “Here are two lovebirds all lovey-dovey with each other thanks to one friend bringing them together. It’s crazy imagining you two would’ve never met hadn’t that happened.”
Geto hums at that comment, “I agree; I have to thank Shoko for bringing this little angel to my arms.” He places a soft kiss on your forehead, completely nonchalant compared to the quickened pace of the digit scraping your insides. “Isn’t that right, my love?”
With trenched brows and a shaky breath, you try to reply to the awaiting couple. “Mhmm, yes, I’m so grateful that Suguru is in my life…He’s been such a help to me,” his forefinger goes slow, having you feel every dent and knuckle. “Hahhh, he’s so good to me, and I love him just as mu—Mmmph!!”
“Hmm? Are you okay, Y/n?” How can you tell the guy across from you that your boyfriend’s thumb just surprised your clit with a swipe?  You’d rather melt on this floor had you not buried your face into Geto’s shoulder. 
Speaking of who, he takes the initiative to answer for you. “I think they’re a little parched, must’ve been this lemonade I got for them. I’ll go get them some water—“
“Oh, no, no! I’ll go get the water; I was gonna get more of those garlic knots anyways.” The girl stops Geto from moving, sliding from the booth seat with her boyfriend’s hand to follow suit. “C’mon, let’s leave these lovebirds for a bit. We’ll be right back!”
And so they leave, thanking your lucky stars. Once their figures are nowhere to be seen within the sea of students, you probe the man with a trembling whimper. “Mmmph, Suguru, please, take it out before—Ahhh…! They come back…”
Luckily, he listens to your request with no argument, withdrawing his digit from your wet slick and underwear. And to your horror, he brings the finger to lick and suck and says with a dark look, “Just checking to see what I’ll be having later.”
It doesn’t matter wherever or whenever; Gojo and Geto will be sure that their love for you is expressed to you every chance they get. 
It doesn’t matter the day or hour, whether you are free from assignments, spending time with your roommates, or on your way out to study; those two will find a way to get to be with you. And, to be honest, it can be a bit overstimulating! 
When there are dates to the movies with Gojo, there’s private alone time with Geto on his bed as he eats you out. And when there are days when Geto holds hands with you and walks you to your classes, there are nights when Gojo will fuck you til his cock is warmed inside you in his slumber. It can go either way, the two competing for your affection and time when the other is out of sight. 
Again, sometimes it’s overwhelming for you, never knowing which of the two will have you all to themselves, nor knowing when you can have time to yourself! And it’s not like you haven’t tried putting your foot down to express your wish to be alone. But, albeit it can be utterly exhausting, you know those two love and cherish you so much that it drives them crazy. Hell, it’s driving you crazy just how much they can’t keep their hands off you! 
Especially now when they drag you to their shared dorm room, experiencing one of those days when the two wish to have you in the same presence. 
“Hahhh, damn, Y/n…you’re sucking me off so good,” Geto purrs with a whistle while lovingly patting your head. “So good for me, huh, sweetie?” 
The two stripped you off your clothes to be nude with them on the bed. Your naked frame straddles above Gojo, lying on his back with his face buried into your bare cunt for his mouth and tongue to please you orally. Meanwhile, you suck on Geto’s girth as he leans on the pillows and headboard. It’s his turn after sucking off Gojo (they settled this over rock-paper-scissors) and fingering you to warm you up first.
You whine of his member, Gojo’s tongue doing wonders on your delicate body. He licks on your clit just as you lap yours around Geto’s glans, and then he’ll suck your pearl right as you take in the tip with pursed cheeks. It’s such a mutual shared experience, with how Gojo’s hands wrap to your thighs to keep your chasm on his lips while you have Geto keen to your mouth and hands stroking him. 
“—Khhhh, Jesus Christ…Hohhh, right there, sweetie…” The raven-haired one coos as you kiss your way down to his balls to suck one as you continue to jerk him. “Heh, you doing good down there, Satoru?”
The snow-haired other removes his mouth from your folds, licking your essence that sticks to his lips like honey mixed with his saliva. “Hahaa, you have no idea. I could stay like this for hours,” his tongue licks your come to your clit tantalizingly slow, evoking you to almost choke on Geto’s girth. “Aww, look at you trying to move from me,” Gojo brings your hips back down to him for him to swirl around your labia, his grip on your thighs refusing to submit. “Don’t go anywhere, princess; I’m not finished until you cum on my face again.”
“Ohhh, shit, keep doing what you’re doing, Satoru,” Geto subtly bucks his hips, “I love the way they’re whining on my dick…”
With your puffy lips being busy in the front and your cunt being lapped and nibbled on from below, your senses are clouded by the two boys who seek nothing but your participation in experiencing pleasure. Your head gradually turns into mush with every rut to your throat and every lap around your clitoris. It’s to no surprise that your release seeps out of your body without preparation, crying on Geto’s length as your frame quivers in euphoric bliss. 
And if you think you couldn’t get swamped enough, think again. 
“—Nnngh, fuck, Y/n, you’re gripping on my dick like crazy…Hehe, is it because you can’t look me in the face? Damn, you’re such a cutie…”
Your face is nuzzled in the crook of Gojo’s neck as you’re straddling on top of him, your nude, sweaty bodies melted together to share heat. Your hips bounce up and down on his pelvis, where his rubber-covered length is scraping the walls of your vagina. His left curve grazes and jabs your sweet spots, and your body lies on top of Gojo, which brings more friction to your clitoris. 
“Hahhh, ahhnn—Ohhhh!” Your phrases have doubled down to that of whimpers of pleasure, thinking straight is impossible, and your mind is too deep in a haze to focus on anything outside of what’s happening. And it’s not like you can’t stop your hips from bouncing on his shaft — you’ve tried! But the moment your legs express so much as reluctance or fatigue, Gojo’s hands are right there on your ass to guide you back into the rhythm. So it’s expected when you climax on him once more, clamping onto him as you ride out another orgasmic wave. “Ahhaaa! Sa’toruuu, stooohhp—hic…! I’m ‘oo sens' tiveee!!” 
“You say that, but—hnnn! You’re rocking those hips of yours on your own, baby.” He chuckles at your slurred speech, placing kisses on your cheek as his hands massage your asscheeks. “Holy shit, you feel so unreal; wanna fuck you raw so bad with how tight you are.” 
“Don’t even think about it, Satoru,” you hear Geto’s voice from behind, the dent of the twin-size bed shifting with his added weight. “If I can’t go condom-less, you’re not getting any special treatment out of it either.”
“Psssh, yeah, yeah,” Gojo says with rolled azure eyes before he whispers to your ear. “Come on, angel, let’s get you prepped up.” The white-haired boy’s hands spread your butt, exposing his dick buried deep into your tight slit and your taint.  
Geto grins salaciously. “My, what a dirty sight for me, my love.” You chew your lips to his words, the heat in your ears causing them to ring. You then feel his fingers smothered in lube to meet your asshole, spiraling around it before inserting them one by one. Your holes instinctively contract, making Gojo hiss. “Relax, pretty girl,” he kisses your temple. “We’re gonna make you feel so good.”
You remind your figure to calm down, allowing Geto to play with your anus for it to accommodate the next foreign limb he’ll put inside. Gojo keeps kneading your butt, but he throws furtive thrusts up to your chasm to keep you on your toes. You gasp when Geto removes his digits suddenly, and now you bite your bottom lip at the contact of his cockhead touching your puckered entrance. “Stay calm for me, princess. Gonna go slow just for you…”
Breathing with your mouth is the only way you can function through his insertion; even after he properly lubed himself and the rubber, it never fails to amaze you how you’ve been able to take in his girthy dick times before. Every inch pushed inside you feels as if your breath is pulled away, feeling both your holes become occupied. And your head goes up at the snap of Geto’s pelvis smacking on your ass, mouth agape for drool to sneak down puffy lips. 
“Heh, there you are,” Gojo licks your spit before placing a kiss on your lips. “What a pretty face when you’re going dumb on our dicks, Y/n.”
You couldn’t even reply in modesty because Geto immediately goes pounding your ass with hunger. Your wails come out freely at the pacing of both boys propelling themselves into you. And it doesn’t help that your holes don’t stop contracting on their dicks as they push, the motion making you move your clit against Gojo and having your sore nerves active again. 
“Holy fuck,”Geto drills his cock into your taint, grinding his hips into you to make you whine aloud. He then bends to kiss your sweaty shoulder down to your spine. “You’re so tight, Y/n…like you’re gonna milk me dry.”
Words are exhilarated squeaks and shrills, your arms coming around Gojo’s neck and pressing your hot cheek on his. He snickers at how touchy you are, “Hey, baby,” he coaxes you through the onslaught of ruts that quicken in tempo. “God, you sound so fucking cute, angel…” 
“—Ahhahh…! Ohhh, guysss, pleaseee, slow d—Owwhhnn!!” You cry, eyes watering with the pokes and jabs on your velvety insides, the curve of Gojo scraping you in places you can’t reach, and Geto’s girth having your backside completely stretched for him. It’s all too much to focus on as your delicate bud is pressed on by your weight. “…Nhooo, God, I’m gonna—“
“Gonna cum, cutie?” You nod hurriedly, amusing Gojo for more chuckles. “Let’s cum together, yeah? Such a pretty girl…” And then, Gojo claims your lips for a steamy, passionate kiss, bringing a hand from your bottom to place behind your head to keep you on him. 
“—Hnngh!! Wait, sweetheart, don’t clamp onto me so sudden—Ohh, shit, shit, shiiit,” Black hair strands fall from Geto’s shoulders as he falters at your grip. “Gonna cum, too….Gahhh—“
Your crescendo is the first to appear, howling and mewling into Gojo’s lips while your trembling figure undergoes the shocks of the deep penetration on both ends. The fluttering sensations of your cunt and anus are what prompt the two men to spill their load into you simultaneously, groaning with pleasure from your body. Your head is undoubtedly dizzy, your brain spiraling with impulses as your frame jerks with every wave of your orgasm. 
After his climax is done, Geto slowly withdraws his cock from you. The condom filled with his essence. “Phew, that felt way too good.”
“For real, can’t get enough of this.” Gojo sighs while groping your asscheeks and kissing your forehead. “Ready for another round, baby? C’mon, let’s switch before Suguru gets all crybaby on us.” His sweet tone immediately flips to narrow his eyes at Geto for throwing his used, tied condom at Gojo's face for that comment. “Oh, you disgusting son of a bitch…”
“Shut up and switch, or else I’ll have you watch me pound Y/n for fifteen minutes.”
Being loved and obsessed by the two heartthrobs of the school is no easy work, which is evident when you can’t even get to nap by yourself after the sexual activities. With Gojo spooning Geto while he spoons you, there is no rest with these two; they might as well put collars around their necks and give you their leashes with how smitten they are to be around you.
Yet, at the same time, you don’t hate it — far from that. Because you know their feelings for you are genuine, you can see it in their sleeping faces as they’re probably thinking about you in your dreams as you observe. With a smile, you place kisses on their cheeks and silently leave the bed to use their shower. 
The warm water is just as welcoming and temperate as their love, keeping you safe and washing your anxiousness away. In your thoughts, you reflect on all the times you’ve grown because of them, and it goes to show that their involvement has done substantial help for you. And for that, you are forever grateful for them and will always reciprocate their feelings as you feel the same. 
“Hey, Y/n.”
Well, minus the immediate sense of apprehension that skyrockets once you hear Geto’s voice come behind you. You turn to see his naked self coming towards you to wrap his arms around your waist. “Suguru!? I–I thought you were sleep—“
“I was until you left my arms,” he says to your ear with his dulcet voice, his hands kneading the flesh of your wet hips. “Besides, saves us a lot of time if we share the shower, right?”
“Oh, Y/n~,” another voice enters the bathroom, and your dread plummets even further when Gojo opens the curtains with glee. “Don’t tell me you decided to shower without m—…Oh, you’re here, too.”
“Obviously,” Geto sucks his teeth at his roommate. “I live in this apartment and use this same shower, dumbass.”
Snowy eyebrows crease with irritation as Gojo enters the walk-in shower, sandwiching you between the two. “Well, don’t you think it’s rude for you to use the shower when our guest is using it first?”
“I could be asking you the same thing because who told you to come here?”
“Duh! I’m here to shower with my lover; are you stupid?”
“Are you? Don’t you see a boyfriend is trying to have some alone time with their partner?”
“Oh, eat horse shit.”
“Croak and die.”
You can only stand there and be mushed by the two tall boys arguing over you, unable to flee the scene as they both have their hands on you. Again, you don’t hate it at all. You love them just as much as they love and adore you. They may be the school favorites; however, you are the most precious thing they wish to engage with and want to keep to themselves.
…But would it kill them to give you some room once in a while!?
Jesus, how am I gonna survive with these two…
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requests/thirsts are open hehe~ 🧸
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bettyfrommars · 9 months
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Touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
gigolo!Eddie x virgin!older!Reader
(part 2) (part 3)
18+Only, mature themes, intimacy smut, protected p in v, oral (f receiving), paid sex, pet names, insecurities, reader is wearing a skirt, f & m orgasm. WC: 2.8k
Summary: Reader is a 29 year old virgin introvert in need of a confidence boost. Eddie is hired to make our first time a good one. Eddie catches some feelings that he wasn't expecting. Tummy rolls are briefly mentioned, but not in a disparaging way.
A/N: I had this idea last night about him needing the intimacy as much as reader. And then my head started running with all of his possible other clients and the debauchery they could get into together, but this one is just sweet.
Today is your 29th birthday, and your friends pooled their money together to get you the one thing you desperately wanted: to not be a virgin anymore.
You hadn’t been holding onto your virginity for any particular reason, but there had been several factors at play.  First of all, you didn’t like to leave the house much, aside from going to work and the rare meetup with friends, and so the chance of bumping into a promising sexual partner in your hallway was remote.  Secondly, you considered yourself to be fairly plain; you weren't one of the babes that men drooled over or tripped over themselves in the street for.  The crushes you’d had thus far were never reciprocated.  No one had openly pinned over you or held a boombox over their head outside your window, and on the occasion that someone did show interest, they often did not earn your affections. 
Your friends decided, and you agreed, that your first time should be with a professional, a guy who could give you the best first time that money could buy.  
Enter, Eddie Munson.
Covered in tattoos, he played in a band, and  had a reputation around town for being a favorite sexual companion for bored housewives and curious young women alike.  He was notorious for being particular about the clients he took on, though, and he didn’t just advertise in the paper—you had to be referred by a friend.  
That friend came in the form Robin Buckley, one of the baristas your friend Nellie worked with at the coffee shop.
“He’ll treat her right,” Robin assured her, jotting the number down.  “Now, I’ve never needed his services, personally, but I’ve never met an unsatisfied customer.  He makes women feel…desired.  As they should.”
So, there you were, two glasses of wine later, perched at the edge of the sofa in the lobby of the hotel where you’d been told to meet him.  Your friends knew exactly where you were, and there had been paperwork to fill out and sign—you didn’t know gigolos needed official signatures, but all the same, it stripped it down to a business transaction which is basically what it was. There were a few boxes to check off regarding things that turned you on and, conversely, triggers that he should avoid saying or doing during your time together. Did you have a praise kink or a daddy kink? Did you enjoy the use of pet names within intimacy, or was that something he should avoid? Hair pulling, choking, spitting, ass play, all of it was available for a check mark and you felt like you had the potential to compile one seriously huge fuckfest ice cream Sunday.  
He knew you were a virgin, and that you might not even know if you’d like some of the things offered, and he promised to take that into consideration to enhance your experience on the whole. 
Once he had accepted you as a client, he gave Nellie a safety list of things that would make your experience more enjoyable, and one of them had been not to drink too much, because he didn’t want you to engage in any activity you might regret.  Another one was to dress comfortably; there was no need to try and impress him—he was the one who needed to impress you.  
And impress you, he did.
He showed up earlier than expected, beard stubble grown in and a little scruffy (because you said you liked it that way), long hair tied back, button down black shirt cuffed at the elbows exposing his tattoos, and black jeans.  He also had a bouquet of yellow daffodils clutched in his fist, wrapped in cellophane.
His eyes locked onto you immediately and you watched them light up; a smile breaking the sigh that hitched in his chest.  He put the palm of his free hand over his heart as he walked toward you.
“Damn, baby, you are a sight for sore eyes,” he was beaming genuinely, as if he really meant it.  “Even better in person.”  Your friends had shown him a photo of you so that he would know what you looked like, but you had no idea which photo it was.
You didn't feel like you looked good, though, so you lowered your eyes as you got to your feet on wobbly legs, feeling frumpy and bloated, taking in the sharp reminder that he was being paid to lie to you.  You were so nervous, your palms were sweating, and the wine was churning sour in your stomach from the swarm of butterflies in there.
“Hey,” he got close enough to crook his finger under your chin and tilt your head up; his golden flecked, rye bread eyes were serious.  “You know how beautiful you are, right?”
All you could do was nod under the kind assessment of his stare, and it made a smile stretch across his lips. “That’s my girl,” he said, introducing himself properly, handing you the daffodils.
He knew that daffodils were your favorite flower, because of the paperwork you filled out, but you never expected to receive any, since they weren’t even in season.  There must’ve been a flower shop somewhere that had them, and Eddie had found it.  He offered his elbow for you to take.
There were two other people in the elevator, and he pulled you back flush against him, possessively holding you by your hips.
Eddie had a key to the room, and once he pushed the door open, you could tell he’d already been there.  The lights were all off, but for a lamp on the opposite side of the bed near the window, and two candles lit on the desk near the TV.  What you assumed was his leather jacket was the only thing hanging in the closet.  You even spotted Magnum condoms and a fresh bottle of lube on the nightstand.
“How’s the lighting, sweetheart? You want me to turn that lamp off?” 
You specified that you wanted the room to be dark, maybe just enough light to see what each other was doing, but you didn’t want him to see you in full brightness.  This whole time, you’d been too nervous to say more than one or two words.  
“Because, if I’m being honest,” he slid his hand up the side of your neck, palm warm against your skin.  “I really want to see you.”
“It’s fine,” you choked out, unable to hold eye contact with him for too long.  God, you bet he was already regretting taking you on as a client.  What a waste of a boring evening for him; but, at least he was getting paid.  
Yet, not even a flicker of his enthusiasm for you left his eyes.  He took the daffodils from you and put them on the dresser at the foot of the bed.  
When he turned back around, he cupped both hands around the sides of your throat, thumbs at your jawline.  “You can trust me baby.  If things start moving too fast, you let me know okay?”
You nodded.
“Have you ever been kissed before?”
You bit your lip and then, “a couple times. I had a boyfriend once, but it was long distance and it—”
But then Eddie’s hands slipped up to cup either side of your jaw, fingers slotting at your ears.  He nudged your nose with his, then then he kissed your top lip, parting them with his tongue.  
You closed your eyes, letting him move your head from side to side, and you couldn’t help the moan that squeaked out of your throat as arousal built between your legs.  He smiled against your mouth, nuzzling your nose.  “You’re a good kisser, baby.”
Deciding you liked it when he lied, you allowed yourself to become an active participant and slid your hands up his ribs, clutching him, pulling him closer.  He kissed you softly a few more times, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, and your hand found the courage to travel down yonder and see what was below his belt.  
What you found made your eyes fly open: not only was it huge, but it was hard.  
Eddie chuckled.  “See what you do to me?”
The one thing you had done several times was given a few blow jobs here and there, and so you were working his belt open and dropping to your knees at the same time when he stopped you, catching you at your ribs to pull you back up.
“Tonight is all about you, angel,” he assured, urging you back to drop down to take a seat on the bed.  You stared up at him while he straddled your legs and unbuttoned his shirt.  Once the defined muscles of his chest and scattered tattoos were exposed, he helped you take your shirt off, pulling it over your head, and then he knelt before you.  
You braced your hands behind you as he pushed your skirt up  your thighs, maintaining eye contact.  He caught a glimpse of the lacy underwear you had on and he lifted an approving eyebrow.  
You swallowed hard, and then he was sliding the underwear down your legs and off, kissing your knees as he went.  He came closer, arms nudging your legs wider, taking a glimpse at the glistening gift you had for him underneath.  
Eddie bit his bottom lip, making a hungry groan.  “You gonna let me taste you, sweetheart?”
“I think so, um, yes?” your hips twitched forward a bit, begging.  Normally, you were too shy to let others go down on you, but you were determined to get all you could out of this night, knowing it was a rare opportunity.  
He brushed his lips along your thigh as his hands worked your skirt up higher.  You shivered when you felt the warm breath on your swollen lower lips, and then he was watching you as his tongue flicked out in a few kitten licks.  After a taste, enjoying the way you writhed, he buried his mouth, moaning, fingers clutching your thighs.
“Grab my hair, baby,” he said.  “Tell me how much you like it.”
So, you did just that.  His ponytail tie was off, so his hair was around his shoulders, and you slid your fingers in to hold on as he took you in his mouth and rolled your bundle of nerves around with breathtaking accuracy.  
He'd only intended to tease you a bit, but once he tasted you, he couldn't stop. He had his tongue buried inside as soon as he was able, feeling the tip of his cock leak at the gift of your arousal.
It wasn’t long before you could feel yourself beginning to unravel, at it was the first time another person had brought you to that peak. The tension mounted in your belly, going taunt, before it sprang loose and a fizzy warmth gushed through your nerve endings. “just…like that,” you told him.  “I think you might make me…”
You held his head as you were cumming, leg jerking, head falling back, pining his ears wth your thighs.  
He wanted you to kiss him right then and there so that you could taste your release on his mouth, and you obliged, holding his face as you did so, melting into the moment.
For the next minute, you helped each other undress, and it was all happening so organically—it felt so real—that you could almost imagine he was actually your boyfriend, or someone who at the very least, wanted to be. 
Both naked now, he held you close as you stood next to the bed, tracing a finger down the side of your face.  “Are you ready, baby?”
Truly, you’d been ready your whole adult life, and you were glad you had waited for Eddie, even if this was a paid arrangement and you’d probably never see him again.
His lips tended to your neck and your breasts while he worked the condom on, making the educated decision that you were so soaking wet, he wouldn’t need any extra lubrication.  
It was the intimacy that you’d specified wanting to feel; like he was no stranger to you and this moment was something special between two people who felt deeply about each other.  So, he came down close and gave you exactly that, putting his forehead to yours.  “I’m gonna go slow at first, okay?” He breathed.  “You tell me if it’s too much?”
“I will, baby.”
He smiled at the way you returned the use of the pet name, feeling your body open up beneath him as anxiety and doubt morphed into trust.
“Shit,” Eddie broke character for a second as the tip sank in, caught off guard at how tight you were, and he had to pull out again for a second to catch his bearings.  
It was the closeness that he loved, too---he craved it.  He’d never had a client who wanted it this way, and it was the main reason he’d taken you on.  It wasn’t the virgin aspect—surprisingly enough, he’d been a first-time experience for a good handful of his customers.  It was the opportunity to pretend he was someone’s boyfriend for the night—a role he hadn’t played in real life for far too long.  The chance to pretend that you both cared deeply for each other and no one else in the world existed.  
He sank in this time a little further than the tip, and you cursed, but then nodded for him to keep going.  “All of it, baby,” you urged, leaning into your role.
Your core was rippling around his length, aching for more.
He went half in and dipped it back and forth a few times, pausing to watch your face.  
“I’m worried that I–” he started, but then he realized he was breaking character again, and the vulnerability made him stiffen.
“What are you worried about?” You whimpered as he stretched you out a bit more.  Your legs were wide, bottoms of your feet planted on the bed.
He thrust in with a shudder, both of you gasping.  “I’m worried I might like this too much.”
Inside, there were party streamers exploding in your soul at the mutual yearning that ebbed between you.  As you gave yourself over to him, there was a feeling that he was also giving himself over to you, and it felt so real, that you rode the wave with every fiber of your being, wrapping your legs around him, kissing him deep.
The kissing and the endearing moans were about to make him cum, so he sat back, shaking his head, and hooked your knees over his elbows.  
He took you in from under hooded eyes as he made long, slow thrusts inside.  “You’re so fucking hot, sweetheart."
You were so deep in it, you actually believed him this time.
“Harder, baby,” you coaxed. 
That elicited a coy smile and an eyebrow wiggle from him.  “Oh, that's my girl,” he breathed, and then he was fucking you so hard your tits bounced, as did your belly rolls, and you could tell he was getting off at the sight.  His thumb found your nub and worked there, making you expose your throat with a whine, enjoying the wet slap of your arousal as your bodies met.
The connection and intensity between the two of you was palpable, and you couldn’t tell if it was manufactured or real, but regardless, you could feel another velvet bomb inside of you about to explode.  
His eyebrows were pinched when you found his eyes.  “I’m close, I’m close, I think I’m…”
The closest you’d ever been to knowing the sweet pull of a mounting orgasm be gore that night was from those moments alone with your vibrator, and having your hole satiated by Eddie thick cock enhanced it in a way you could’ve only imagined.
“Fuck, me too,” he grabbed your thighs with both hands and buried himself over and over.
It never happened this way.  In fact, there had been several times when he had never cum at all: he was always very content to make it about the other person.  He fully intended to wait for your second orgasm before he even tried to relieve himself, but this time it felt too good; he wanted it too fucking bad.  
Your head snapped to the side as you came, babbling his name, walls clenching around his cock in a way that sent his hips jerking, pounding against you, pretending his seed was filling you up instead of a condom.  
Eddie bit his lip as you both chased the high, and then his sweaty forehead was on yours again, long hair grazing your cheeks.  He needed to kiss you when he was done, and that was how you liked it, too.
Your friends had only been able to pay for two hours' worth of Eddie’s time, but you ended up staying for much longer than that, at his urging.  He coaxed you over to lay all of your body weight on him, and the two of you stayed like that, listening to each other breathe. You called to give them this update, and the confusion in Nellie’s voice was priceless.  
When you were both getting dressed, Eddie started buttoning his shirt while you sat down to put your shoes on.
“Hey, so, if you ever want to do this again,” he swallowed, thinking of his words while you waited, head turned to look at him.  He couldn’t meet your eyes, he just kept fumbling at a button.  “You wouldn’t have to be a client.  I mean, I wouldn’t charge you.”
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Brother (Part 2)
When you start dating Yuuji, you don't know that your sweet sunshine boy has an evil twin who wants to have his brother's girl, too.
Part 1 ++ Halloween Masterlist 2023
Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) + Yuuji x Reader Genre: Horror, smut Word Count: 6k Warnings: 18+, dark content, consensual sex with Yuuji + noncon with Sukuna. Rough sex, degradation, humiliation, getting called slut, whore, cheater. Forced orgasms, pussy spanking, squirting, cumshots, creampie, kind of forced breeding. Sukuna isn't a nice guy in this story. Sukuna and Yuuji look completely alike. Sukuna doesn't have his tattoos. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.
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The flashbacks of that night haunt your every thought. The memories of being forced to watch yourself in that dirty bathroom mirror and Sukuna standing behind you with his hands all over your body. His sneer, his mocking laugh. The helplessness you felt. The humiliation of cumming against your will and getting taunted for it.
Sukuna broke you that night. And maybe you would have stayed there on the bathroom floor lying in a puddle of squirt and cum after he was finished with you, waiting for someone to walk in and find you. But there was one thought that kept repeating in your mind over and over again: Yuuji must never find out!
You knew he would blame himself for what his brother had done to you out of jealousy.
And so you scrambled to your feet and hastily cleaned yourself before you stumbled back to the party with a fake smile plastered onto your face. When you spotted Yuuji in the hallway, all your instincts screamed at you to run the other way. He looked too much like his brother.
But you forced yourself to stay and smile as he walked towards you and smiled that big sunshine smile and pulled you into his strong arms.
"Cutie! I was wondering where you went. Did you meet some friends? Oh, why are your clothes wet?"
You forced yourself to lie to him when his gaze trailed over you with a worried expression on his pretty face.
"Oh, I knocked into someone, and she accidentally poured her drink over me. It's ok, baby, don't worry."
You forced yourself to go home with him after the party and sleep in his arms. Arms that felt exactly like the ones that had held you captive.
And since that night, you keep forcing yourself to act like everything is fine. You do it to protect Yuuji from a knowledge that will hurt him.
It's been three days since the party. Three days since you met the evil twin. And the shame and disgust still cling to you.
And the fact that the man who did this to you has the same face as your boyfriend makes this whole thing even more fucked up. Anytime you look at Yuuji, you now also see his brother.
And another thing bothers you: Yuuji lied to you.
You remember your first date very clearly. The typical small talk the two of you exchanged to get to know each other. What are your hobbies? What is your favorite color? Do you have any siblings?
You remember loud and clear that Yuuji said he has no siblings.
You are currently sitting on Yuuji's bed, watching a movie, but all you can do is stare at his side profile, watching him with narrowed eyes. Was it a misunderstanding? You can't stop yourself from blurting out,
"Yuuji? Do you have a brother?"
"Huh?"
Big golden eyes blink at you in surprise, and Yuuji shakes his head,
"I only have my grandpa. Didn't I tell you?"
Your heart is beating too fast. He is doing it again!
"I thought maybe you have a sibling who lives somewhere else....goes to college in another town or something, and you forgot to mention them."
"Oh, I see! But no. I am an only child."
He grins at you, that cute big boyish grin, and stretches, causing his hoodie to ride up and expose some of his firm tan abs before he laughs softly and lunges towards you to wrap you in his strong arms and pull you into one of his bear hugs.
You feel irritation well up in you. Why is he lying to you? Yuuji is such a sweet guy. Always smiling, always helping others, always so sweet and fun to be around. He always seems so genuine. And yet. He is keeping a dark secret from everyone. But why?
Is he worried you will leave him if you find out there is another guy who looks like Yuuji but is a violent and cruel sadist? You blink. Maybe that is it.
It must be hell for Yuuji to have a twin like that. Sukuna said he is the family curse. Now that you think about it, you realize that this is true. He is Yuuji's curse. Anytime Yuuji looks in the mirror, he sees the face of his evil twin. No wonder he doesn't want to talk about Sukuna! No wonder he moved far away from his hometown to attend college here!
But what was Sukuna doing at that party? Did he travel here to visit his brother and then see the two of you at the party? Is he gone again now? Or is he still somewhere near? Is he lurking in the shadows? Is he watching his brother's every move?
You gulp hard. It scares you to think Sukuna might be here, stalking you and Yuuji.
Instinctively, you snuggle closer to your boyfriend, seeking comfort, seeking his protection. And Yuuji reacts to it immediately, cuddling you tightly and pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, sighing softly before he tells you how happy he is to have you and how much he loves you. His lips find yours and kiss you sweetly before they wander down your body, kissing, licking oh so tenderly, the complete opposite of his brother's touch.
Your anger at him has dissipated. Yuuji is a victim, too, cursed with a twin like Sukuna. And so you let Yuuji touch you. You caress his soft pink hair and moan his name as you spread your legs for him willingly when he asks you in that sweet, low voice if he can please eat you out.
And when he is lying on top of you later that night, fucking you into the mattress with deep but loving thrusts, you find yourself digging your nails into the buff muscles of his back, clinging to him, scratching his skin, as if you want to make sure he will never leave again.
You need him here with you. As long as Yuuji is here, you are safe from Sukuna. You wrap your legs tightly around his hips, arching your back to meet his horny thrusts, begging him for a second round, begging him to fuck you again and again and stay inside you all night.
He doesn't know it, but you need him to claim you back. You need the good twin to overwrite what the evil twin did to you.
You feel guilty the next morning when Yuuji gets up and stands before the bed with his back to you, and you see the deep red scratches your nails left on his muscular back.
But he just shrugs and grins that cute sheepish grin at you,
"Don't worry, cutie. It doesn't hurt, and I really loved how you didn't want to let go of me. That was so cute! I love knowing that I made my girl feel good."
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It's party time again on Saturday, but you go there with an uneasy feeling. You cannot stop the shudder running down your back. You cannot stop your gaze from wandering restlessly through the room, watching, waiting, worrying.
Is Sukuna somewhere near?
You cling to Yuuji desperately, holding his hand the whole time, hugging him, burying your face in his broad chest, unwilling to let go.
He thinks it's cute that you are so clingy and kisses you sweetly, smiling at you so innocent and sweet. It breaks your heart. You need to protect this smile, this innocence.
You realize with horror that Sukuna isn't just Yuuji's dark secret anymore. He is also yours.
He managed to force his way into your life, into your relationship, into your body, and into your mind.
Yuuji gently pries his hand out of your grasp, smiling apologetically before he presses a gentle kiss to your cheek and tells you that he has to use the bathroom real quick.
"I'll be back in a second, cutie!"
You feel like an idiot at how terrified you feel when your boyfriend leaves the room. You stare after him, watching him make his way through the crowd, taller than most of them, his pink hair standing out. Your gaze stays glued to that flash of pink, watching him walk further and further away from you, and with him, the safety you felt leaves you too.
You grab the cold bottle of coke from the table next to you, holding on to it as if it is your lifeline. You feel your breath speed up, and your hands cramp from how tightly you clutch the bottle while your gaze is fixed on the open doorway, heart hammering fearfully in your chest as you count the seconds waiting for Yuuji to come back. This time, you won't leave your spot. You won't wander around alone.
A flash of pink appears in the doorway, and you slump against the wall as a relieved smile lifts your lips. Until your mind provides a disturbing thought. Is that Yuuji? Or is that the wrong twin? How can you be sure this is Yuuji and not Sukuna, who is walking towards you? Isn't that gaze too devilish? Isn't that a smirk instead of a smile?
The relief you felt a moment ago is replaced by panic. Your heart is racing, your vision dancing with black spots. The bottle you were clutching so desperately slips out of your hand and lands on the floor.
You are frozen in place, watching an Itadori twin walk toward you without knowing which one it is. You stare at him like a deer trapped in the headlights, eyes wide, heart hammering wildly.
But then he blinks, and his lips lift in the typical broad smile. You can hear his happy laughter, even across the loud mix of voices.
You exhale loudly and shake your head to clear your thoughts. Stupid. You are so stupid! Of course, this is Yuuji! You curse yourself for being so paranoid and confusing your sweet, loving boyfriend with his evil twin.
Yuuji reaches you and leans down to peck your lips sweetly. He pulls away, and worry washes over his handsome face.
"Are you ok, baby? You look a bit sick. Do you need some cold water? Or some fresh air? Do you want us to leave?"
You smile at him weakly, shaking your head, still feeling shaken but refusing to let the memory of Sukuna ruin your evening.
"No, I'm fine, baby."
You step closer and wrap your arms around him, getting on your tiptoes to kiss him deeply, trying to chase every trace of his twin away. You just have to keep kissing Yuuji. When he kisses you, you know who he is. You know that this is the right twin. That this is your sweet Yuuji.
Your left foot steps in the small puddle of coke, soaking through the canvas of your Converse, dampening your sock uncomfortably, but your lips keep moving against Yuuji's desperately.
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You spend the night at Yuuji's, falling asleep in his strong arms, spooned by his warm buff body, finally feeling at ease here in his bed with his body pressing so reassuringly against your back.
But your dreams aren't that comforting.
You dream of a black hallway with hundreds of mirrors lining its walls. On the other end of the hallway stand two men. They both have the same pink hair and undercut. They have the same face and the same build. And they watch you with the same eyes as they both lift a hand, reaching out for you, silently beckoning you over. Come here, come to your boyfriend.
You wake up with a gasp. The red neon digits on the alarm clock tell you it's still the middle of the night. Yuuji's strong arms are still wrapped around you, his body is still pressing against your back, his warm breath is on your neck.
Warm lips close around your skin and suck. You moan softly, pushing your ass against the warm body behind you, rubbing it over the growing bulge in those boxer briefs. Maybe a good fuck with Yuuji will chase away the lingering uneasiness from the bad dream.
The lips on your neck become bolder, sucking roughly on your skin. The arms around you tighten, making you squeak because it's painful. Large, strong hands dig firmly into the soft flesh of your belly.
Your eyes widen, your body turning rigid as fear crashes over you. Cold dread fills your every fiber as you realize this isn't Yuuji behind you.
"Missed me, brat?"
Sukuna's low, mocking laugh fills your ears, and you spiral into the dark again. You tumble from one nightmare into the next. But this time, you can't wake up from it.
How did Sukuna get into Yuuji's apartment? Does he have a key? Or did he break in? And most importantly...
"Wh.. where is Yuuji?"
Sukuna's nails dig painfully into your skin. His voice sounds rough, angry,
"I don't like it when you talk about him while I am with you! You have no manners, brat!"
His hands grab your tits firmly, kneading them roughly through Yuuji's shirt that you wear for the night. The huge hard bulge of his erect cock is rutting firmly against you, letting you know what he will do to you.
And you know there is no escape.
You are once again trapped in the evil twin's arms. You cannot run from him, and you can't even scream, or you will alert Yuuji. Yuuji, who is probably in the kitchen or bathroom, and if he comes in here and sees you with his twin... You must protect him! He must not know!
And that leaves you here in the arms of this monster.
Sukuna shoves one hand under your shirt, groping your tits roughly, squeezing them possessively, and pinching your nipples between his fingers until they sting from a mix of pain and pleasure.
His other hand pushes between your thighs, forcing them apart so he can yank your panties to the side and expose your pussy to him, giving it a mean, hard slap from behind that makes you gasp.
Sukuna's mocking laughter fills your ear.
"Gotta remind that pathetic little cunt again what it feels like to get fucked right."
His unrelenting fingers slip between your pussy lips and push inside you, making tears well up in your eyes. Sukuna doesn't give you time to adjust but starts fingering you instantly, fucking you with two long fingers, hard and fast, making your whole body tremble from fear and pleasure. To your horror, you can hear the filthy squelching noises of your wet cunt, creaming up against your will.
"Oh, do you hear that? Your slutty little cunt is weeping for me. You thought about my cock every day, didn't you? Don't be shy, tell me all about it, slut! Tell me how much you missed getting fucked by me!"
Against your better judgment, you try to beg for his mercy,
"S...Sukuna, please just stop..."
A long finger curls brutally inside your cunt, pressing against your g-spot and massaging it with firm, rough circles, making your thighs press together and your body shake.
"Uh uh, what did I tell you?"
Of course, you should have known there is no mercy in him. You know his game by now, know what he wants. Sukuna fingers you brutally, torturing your g-spot, laughing when your hips jerk uncontrollably. Your resistance breaks, and you sob softly as tears of shame run down your face, and you tell him what he wants to hear,
"I'm sorry... I missed your cock so much, Sukuna. Please fuck me. Please let me cum on your cock again."
He laughs, opening his mouth and letting his canines graze over your neck,
"Bet you thought about me anytime my brother fucked you. A naughty cunt like yours isn't satisfied with a guy like my brother. You cheating little slut need my cock to fuck you right."
Your breath hitches, and your body goes rigid because you know what will come when Sukuna pulls his fingers out of you.
For a moment, your pussy flutters around nothing, but then Sukuna rams his thick hard cock deep into your wet heat, impaling you on his fat length with one brutal thrust.
Long fingers get shoved into your mouth, stuffing it with them, muffling your cries, filling your mouth with the taste of your own juices. You choke around them, but Sukuna just presses them firmer into your mouth, forcing you to take him from two sides, stuffing your cunt and your mouth as he uses you for his sick pleasure.
He humps you like a rabid animal, fucks you with brutal hard snaps of his hips while he groans in your ear, voice filled with glee and arousal,
"Ah yeah, that feels good. My brother fucked that little cunt so often that it molded to our cocks. You're such a dirty little cock slut, so insatiable, huh? Wanting every Itadori dick to fuck you stupid. Good thing you have two of us to fuck that greedy cunt."
His pace is brutal and unrelenting. His fat mushroom head hammers against your g-spot, torturing you with his cock, making your body react to the stimulation against your will, pussy creaming up for him, body jerking from pleasure in his violent hold.
Sukuna growls in your ear as one large hand grabs your wet pussy, keeping you in place, pulling you back against him. You keen around his fingers when he pinches your swollen clit meanly between two fingers, making your hips buck wildly.
"Take my cock, you slut!"
His taut balls slap heavily against your cunt with every rough thrust. Sukuna's fat cockhead is pressed against your g-spot, hitting it brutally, while his fingers attack your clit with rough strokes, rubbing hard, fast circles around it.
It's too much, too intense. The pleasure is hot and red, making your whole body jerk uncontrollably as you cry and sob around Sukuna's fingers. Your cunt shudders and pulses hotly around his brutal cock.
Heat floods your body as an intense orgasm gets forced out of you. Hot and wild, making you cum so hard that you think you will black out from it.
Your body is shaking from the intensity of your orgasm, pussy twitching hard around Sukuna's fat cock, which doesn't go unnoticed by him, of course,
"You little slut. Milking my cock so eagerly. You want more, huh? Want my cum this time? Was the greedy little cockslut sad that I didn't fuck her full last time, hm? Want to have your pussy fucked full like a big girl? Yeah, tonight you're gonna take my cum. I'm gonna fuck that greedy cunt full of it."
He growls, wrapping his arms around you and manhandling you into another position, on your belly, your face pressed into the pillow as Sukuna mounts you from behind. One of his hands is in your hair, grabbing it painfully and pushing your face down, keeping you firmly in place. But you couldn't go anywhere anyways. Not with his heavy body on top of you, fucking you brutally into the mattress.
He fucks his cock into your tight heat with erratic wild thrusts, giving himself over to pure primal need, punishing you with every hard thrust, chasing his orgasm with rough horny thrusts until you feel him cum in you, flooding your pussy with his hot seed.
"Yeah, take all of it, you greedy slut! I hope you get pregnant and have to carry my brat!"
He groans and growls as he leans down, cock still deep in your pussy, as if he wants to plug you up. His voice is amused when his lips brush over your ear,
"Now say thank you, you little slut."
You sob softly, hiding your face in the pillow, crying from the humiliation you feel as you mumble,
"Th... Thank you..."
But Sukuna's fingers twist painfully in your hair and yank your head up, forcing you to look at his sneering face. You hiccup as you stare at him with wide, tear-stained eyes. His mocking smirk looks even more evil here in the dim red glow of the alarm clock's light.
"Where are your manners, brat? Look at me while you thank me."
You sob weakly but force yourself to do as he commands,
"Th.. thank you, Sukuna. Thank you for f... fucking me.. and for g... giving me your cum."
He chuckles at your words, a sound full of mocking and triumph. One of his large hands grabs your chin, strong fingers pressing into your skin as he leans closer to lick over your cheek, licking up your hot tears,
"See, you can be a good girl if you want. It's a shame that I have to leave already, but my brother will be back any second now. 'Til next time, princess. Can't wait to make you cry with my cock again."
He leaves you lying there, pussy throbbing and full of his cum. You feel dirty, debauched, crying softly into the pillow.
You hate Sukuna so much, and you hate yourself, you hate your body, for reacting that way to him. How can you do this to Yuuji? Cumming on his brother's cock right here in Yuuji's bed? Lying here with your pussy filled to the brim with Sukuna's cum, while sweet Yuuji has no clue. Maybe Sukuna is right, and you are really a slut.
The door opens, and your body goes rigid. Which brother is it now? Sukuna or Yuuji? Somehow, both options sound terrifying at the moment. You are scared of Sukuna, but you feel guilty when you think of Yuuji.
You hastily wipe your tears off and force yourself to calm your breathing as you roll onto your side, pretending to be asleep.
The heavy weight of an Itadori man makes the mattress dip as he gets in bed behind you. You gulp hard. You don't dare breathe as a pair of muscular arms slips around you and a warm, buff body presses against your back.
But then a soft kiss is breathed on your neck, and a happy sigh exhaled against your ear.
Yuuji.
Sweet, strong Yuuji.
You snuggle against his buff body instinctively, needing him, needing his love and strength, even while you are drowning in shame and guilt.
Yuuji chuckles happily,
"Aww, hey, cutie, did I wake you up? I'm so sorry. I got hungry and had to make a sandwich. Come here. I'll cuddle you so my princess can sleep again. Or maybe we can do something else that will make you sleepy..."
His voice turns into a low, raspy whisper, making your pussy flutter even in this situation, as if you are conditioned to react with arousal to the sexy sound of his voice when he gets horny.
Yuuji's strong, muscular arms tighten around you as he nuzzles his face against your neck. You can feel his smile, and it makes things better and worse at the same time.
The guilt makes you feel sick. Here you are, lying in your sweet and loving boyfriend's arms, with your pussy still leaking his brother's cum.
Yuuji's lips trail tender kisses up and down your neck while he hums softly, oblivious to your inner turmoil. His large hands start wandering over your body. But it's such a different touch from Sukuna's. Yuuji's hands are gentle, loving when they slip under the old t-shirt he gave you, caressing your tits sweetly, circling your nipples tenderly until they are stiff and pleasure throbs in your lower belly.
Yuuji moans softly against your skin,
"I love you, baby. You feel so soft and sweet. I wanna spoil my pretty girl."
You can feel his fat cock hardening and pressing hotly against your ass through his boxers, so needy for you. But Yuuji is sweet about it, not demanding, not aggressive. He slips a hand into your panties to lovingly caress your clit with gentle slow flicks, pampering your pussy with his tender caresses.
Your head is spinning, lust pulsing hotly in your clit, making you spread your legs eagerly for Yuuji, pushing your throbbing cunt needily against his loving fingers, wanting to feel him, wanting him to chase away every trace of his brother.
He moans loudly when he feels more of your hot wet cunt, voice so sweet and sexy,
"Fuck, cutie. You are already so wet. That's so hot."
And your eyes fill with tears. You are choking on the guilt and shame. Knowing that most of the wetness is from the orgasm, Sukuna forced out of you and from his cum that's seeping out of you and coating your pussy lips so obscenely.
Suddenly, you see red. You can't take it anymore. You can't just lie here and spread your legs and let Yuuji pamper you as if you deserve it. As if everything is ok.
Nothing is ok! And it's all because of that monster, Sukuna! You hate him! You hate him for doing this to you and to his brother! You hate him for driving this wedge between you and Yuuji! But you won't let him destroy what you and Yuuji have! You won't let him win! Yuuji is the only Itadori brother you want to belong to, and you will prove it tonight!
You turn around in Yuuji's arms, making him gasp in surprise when you attack his lips with a fierce kiss, your hands running roughly through his pink hair, tugging on it and biting his bottom lip as you moan his name.
"Yuuji... I want to fuck, you baby. Let me ride you."
He moans in answer and rolls onto his back, pulling you with him eagerly while he licks into your mouth. You climb on top of him, straddling his lap, taking his fat cock in your hand and giving it slow, firm strokes that make him throw his head back and moan loudly.
Your mouth falls open as you watch him in the dim light. He looks just like his brother, just like Sukuna, but the difference is that you are the one in control now. 
Yuuji is just as strong as Sukuna. He could manhandle you and use you just like his twin, but he isn't like that. He is so sweet for you, such a good boy, obediently giving himself to you. You are the one who can do anything you want with him.
It sends a thrill through you, making your skin tingle with excitement and pleasure.
You are breathing heavily, grunting and gasping, lost in a feral need. You hastily pull your soaked panties to the side, not bothering to take them off, too lost in this primal need to get your man's cock into your wet needy cunt.
Yuuji moans loudly when you bring his fat mushroom tip to your puffy wet clit, rubbing it against your little bud, using Yuuji's cock to pleasure you.
Hot waves of pleasure shoot through your whole body, your clit pulsing hotly as you rub it against Yuuji, almost in a frenzy now in your need to fuck him and fuck every thought of Sukuna away.
You feel exhilarated by the power you have. Rubbing your wet messy pussy over Yuuji's twitching fat cock, hearing him moan and gasp. You're teasing his fat cock, basking in what you can do to him, how you can reduce an Itadori brother to a whimpering needy mess.
You watch that pretty face as he moans and whimpers, so openly showing you his pleasure. So submissive and good for you. His lips open in a loud, strangled moan, and then he starts begging you,
"Fuck... ah ah baby! Oh, cutie, please fuck me. Fuck me, baby, please. I need you, please wanna feel you. Please let me feel your pretty pussy around my cock!"
Your cunt is twitching hornily at his words. The power surge almost makes you cum all over Yuuji's swollen tip. But you need more. You need all of him. You finally sink down on his fat length, taking him in you in one eager motion until you sit completely on Yuuji's muscular thighs, his cock buried all the way in you, and your feral groan fills the small bedroom.
You feel dizzy with lust, dizzy with power, unable to hold back now that your boyfriend's cock kisses your g-spot and fills you so fully. You cry out softly, cumming just from sitting on Yuuji's fat cock.
You dig your nails into his buff pecs as you let him feel your pussy twitch around his cock, watching his pretty eyes roll back when he feels your orgasm around his cock.
"Yuuji! Ah, baby, you feel that? That's what you do to me, baby! I love you so much! I love you and your pretty cock, oh god!"
Sukuna could never do this to you! He can break and humiliate you, force you to cum on his cock. But he can never make you want him! You clench your teeth, not giving yourself or Yuuji a break, and start bucking your hips against him, riding his cock eagerly.
Soon you are bouncing wildly on Yuuji's fat cock with your head thrown back, moaning and screaming his name as you ride him hard, not holding back. And he lets you use him, lets you fuck him while his large hands knead your ass. His hips buck needily fucking his cock even deeper into you, so eager, so horny. And so sweet with his loud, needy moans and mewls, with his moaned love confessions and sweet praises.
Your sweet Yuuji.
He doesn't know he is fucking his brother's cum deeper into you with each deep horny thrust of his cock. He doesn't know he is mixing two Itadori seeds in your greedy pussy when he cums with a loud cry and fills you to the brim with his hot seed.
You won't let Sukuna win! You won't let him spoil what you have with Yuuji! Yuuji is the one you love. Yuuji is the one who deserves to cum in you and who deserves your pussy, and who deserves your orgasms. You will give him that! You will be his girl! You will fuck him even harder and cum even more for him than you do for his brother!
You moan Yuuji's name, not stopping but going for another orgasm, smiling when Yuuji lets you, even though he is mewling from how overstimulated his cock is.
And you slide up and down on him feverishly, letting his fat girth drag over your swollen clit until the pleasure peaks again and you feel your next orgasm wash over you in hot waves.
And this time, you finally squirt on him, feeling your hot creamy wetness gush over Yuuji's fat cock and his heavy balls, giving him your all.
He moans loudly when he feels it, his large hands kneading your ass firmly, guiding you up and down on his cock, letting you cum and cum and cum.
"Fuck, baby!! Yeah, make a mess on me, cutie. Fuck!"
Your pussy is overstimulated and puffy from how hard you fucked yourself on Yuuji's gorgeous cock. But you don't stop but keep riding him wildly. It's messy, slippery, and wet from your combined fluids, your cream and squirt, and Yuuji's hot cum that is seeping out of your cunt.
But you need more! You are in a frenzy, driven by the urge to cum on him again and again, making sure Sukuna loses this fucking game!
Yuuji is mewling under you, overstimulated, but letting you use him regardless, so eager to give you pleasure. And you ride yourself to orgasm after orgasm on his gorgeous fat cock, while moaning and screaming his name over and over again.
"Fuck! Yuujiii! Yes yes!! You're gonna make me squirt again, baby!"
You almost black out when the next orgasm rips through you. Your body is shaking uncontrollably, so weak that you just slump on Yuuji's lap, moaning even louder when his fat tip presses even firmer against your g-spot.
But Yuuji's strong hands catch you and hold you, lifting you up and down on his fat cock, letting you ride your orgasm out on him, his golden eyes watching the spot where your pussy and his cock are connected. The spot where you squirt all over him again, making a sticky mess on his cock and his abs, showing him how good his cock makes you feel.
"Yes! Yes! Oh, Yuuji!! Oh, baby!! I love you! No one could ever fuck me as good as you!"
I hope you are still here somewhere, Sukuna. I hope you hear me fuck your brother and how much I love it. I hope you hear me scream his name like I will never scream yours.
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You spend the following week being a clingy girlfriend to Yuuji. Always hugging him, always snuggling against him, following him from room to room. He notices it but doesn't mind. He wears a bright, sunny smile on his pretty face, happy that his girl loves him so much. And he moans so sweetly for you when you keep him up every night for hours, fucking him almost desperately until the bed is a mess from your combined cum.
You try to keep Sukuna away by always being by Yuuji's side, telling yourself that the evil twin will not dare approach you while his brother is by your side. 
But it is hard at times.
Yuuji, Sukuna. Sukuna, Yuuji. They look the same, and it fucks with your mind. Sometimes, you get scared. Sometimes, you think Yuuji's fingers dig too firmly into your flesh. Sometimes, you think he is smirking at you. Sometimes you shudder when he fucks you from behind with hard, fast thrusts, and his low voice growls in your ear, sounding too similar to his brother.
You hate that the evil twin has that effect on you. That Sukuna somehow always seems to be with you, even when you are with Yuuji. But you have to make the best of this. You will love and fuck Yuuji even harder. You will spend even more time with him. Maybe this way, you can chase Sukuna completely away from your mind.
Maybe after college, you and Yuuji can move far away, making sure Sukuna will never find you again.
An old friend of Yuuji visits for the weekend. A guy with tousled black hair and dark blue eyes who watches his surroundings with a cool, intelligent gaze.
Fushiguro Megumi. He grew up with Yuuji. Went to school with him. They played together as little kids.
You wait until you are alone with him before you ask,
"Megumi?"
"Yeah?"
"Have you ever met Yuuji's twin brother, Sukuna?"
Megumi's head whips around, and he frowns at you. His gaze is surprisingly hostile. Blue eyes narrow as he looks at you and answers in a cold voice,
"What do you mean? What sick game are you playing? Of course, I haven't met him. Sukuna died in the womb! Yuuji consumed his brother before he could be born. It's something that bothers him a lot. That's why he doesn't talk about it!"
The world around you seems to crumble away. You stare at Megumi, eyes wide, fingers tingling. For a long moment, a heavy silence fills the room. And then hysterical laughter bubbles out of your mouth. You can feel your mouth lift, stretching your cheeks in a horribly grotesque shape as your loud, hysterical laughter carries through the apartment, sounding shrill and insane.
And deep inside Yuuji, his evil twin throws his head back and laughs, too.
Do you understand it now, you stupid girl? There is no running from me. He is I, and I am he.
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Thank you so much for reading the last part of "Brother"!! I hope you enjoyed it!! I had a lot of fun planning and writing this story. I love the horror elements, and I hope it could give you an uneasy feeling too lmaooo. It's so terrifying to me to imagine that the guy you love has the same face as the guy who does all those horrible things to you.
And how did you like the ending?? Ahhahaa, I am laughing with Sukuna. So much for running away together with Yuuji to escape his evil twin ;)
The smut part with Yuuji affected me A LOT. I hope my fellow Yuuji lovers had a feast with this!!
I hope you enjoyed this horror mini-series! Thank you so much for reading! Comments and reblogs would be sweet.
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angrythingstarlight · 3 months
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I can just imagine bucky styling his son's hair every morning in the same hair style as himself. He would do his own with a comb and gel in his and malyshka's onsuite before going to see his son and adding the same products so they can have the same hairstyle.
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Stooooop my heart 😭
Now Bucky keeps his hair short but it doesn't stop him from styling his son's hair with his favorite products. He also pretends to shave his face as part of their morning routine. And it's the cutest thing to overhear them playfully arguing over who gets to sit next to you at breakfast while Bucky wipes shaving cream off his sweet, litte face. They'd dress alike as well, mostly because of you putting the baby in little suits.
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dumbseee · 9 months
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noticed.
f1 au: in which, y/n is a huge fan of formula one and wish she could attend a race to support her favorite driver which happen to be lando norris.
lando norris x reader.
fc: bruna marquezine.
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landonorris: P3 BABY!
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maxfewtrell: let’s go!
y/n: my prayers worked omg
fan1: @.y/n girl i follow you on twitter you’re so funny
fan2: @.y/n you’re his lucky charm actually
fan3: @.y/n petition for lando to notice you and invite you to barcelona
y/n: omg am i famous?
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you threw your phone and let out a scream, which woke up your dog, norris. yes you named your dog after lando, they looked alike so it fitted. you slapped your hand on your mouth, completely in shock.
"shut the fuck up!" you yelled while jumping on your bed and screaming. reality finally hit you, lando fucking norris noticed you and wanted to send you tickets to go to the spain gp. you plopped back onto your bed and grabbed your phone. you immediately went to twitter and saw that lando had dmed you. you felt shivers all over your body.
landonorris: hi y/n! i saw your tweet and wanted to thank you first for the support, i really want to send you tickets to come see the gp in barcelona so please send me your infos asap :) take care! your husband ;)
your eyes widened while another scream left your mouth. at this rate your neighbours will call the police on you but you didn’t care at all. lando norris just dmed you AND called himself your husband.
imnotyn: hi!! omg this feels like a fever dream, i hope you didn’t dig too deep into my account or else i’ll kms rn BUT thank you for the invite this means the world to me xx
landonorris: no problem! oh and i saw all your tweets.
you dropped your phone once again. no way you were going to this gp and meet lando after he told you that he, in fact, read all your tweets which meant that he read the ones where you were being a disappointment for your parents.
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y/n: my dream came true and i still can’t believe it. it was such an honour to come and see a formula one race with my own eyes and not behind a screen. thank you so much @.landonorris for this incredible opportunity and congrats on p3 again!
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lilymhe: you were such a sweetheart! we should definitely hang out soon!
y/n: @.lilymhe OMG YES
maxfewtrell: gossiping with you was fun, hope to see you soon!
y/n: @.maxfewtrell you made the whole experience better, thank you max!
landonorris: my lucky charm right?
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fan1: girlie went from being a fangirl to getting noticed by lando, getting invited to the gp AND befriended the wags + max
fan2: she’s living my dream rn
fan3: not lando flirting with her??
fan4: OMG Y/N YOU MADE IT
fan5: don’t forget us once you marry him
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landonorris: my lucky charm indeed.
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kingofbodyrolls · 3 months
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Taehyung fic recs 2023
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In honor of Taehyung’s birthday, I want to share my ultimate favorite Taehyung fanfictions, that I’ve read this year 💜I haven’t read that much of Taehyung, just recently gotten into it, so the list might be short, so I’ll leave some of the fics I’m really excited to read from my ‘to read’ list 💎 I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹
❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell or contains dark themes, so minors dni.❗ 
If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fic’s post 💜And if you want more fic recs you can follow me to stay updated 🙂
BTS fic rec index → May | Jun | Jul | Aug | Sep (jjk)(knj) | Oct (pjm) | Nov (*) | Dec (ksj)(💜) |
Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻. 
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⭐One of the Boys by @littlemisskookie // kth x f.reader // childhoodfriends!au, slice of life, bestfriends!au, neighbors!au, high school!au // 🌩️🥵🥰
📝 All your life you wanted only one thing- for Kim Taehyung to like you. You did everything you could to make this happen, from picking up his hobbies and rejecting anything feminine. But who do you start to become when you stop trying to impress him?
🗨️ Woaw! This was so incredibly good, it’s almost hard to describe, but I’ll try: it does a brilliant job at setting the story up, following oc and Taehyung since childhood, and how their friendship develops over time (and their feelings). It’s really cute and funny and with great smut at the end. Overall a brilliantly good read 💯
⭐Baby, Oh Baby by @jungkookiebus // kth x f.reader // established relationship, noneidol!au // 🥵🥰
📝 Taehyung and you have been trying for months to get pregnant; you’ve tried crazy diets, stuck to your calendar, got him to diet, but it’s all been for nothing. No matter how healthy your doctor says you are, you can’t conceive. Taehyung tries everything within his power to show you that everything is going to be okay and for one night he makes you forget all about the calendars, schedules, and all the crazy things that came with you trying to have a baby. 
🗨️ This was just really cute and loving 🥹The smut was also just ❤️‍🔥💯
⭐Baby Maker by @kookslastbutton // kth x f.reader // marriage!au // 🥵🥰
📝 You're pissed at your husband for being late to your weekly baby-making sessions.
🗨️ Aish, the smut in this 🔥Also all the dirty talk really had me going 🥵
⭐Under wraps by @jungkxook // kth x f.reader // e2l, fake dating // 🥵🥰
📝 There’s nothing you and taehyung seem to hate more than each other - except for christmas. having recently been dumped by your (now ex) boyfriend only seems to make this holiday even worse. but when taehyung suggests that you should pretend to be dating each other to save you both the embarrassment, pity, and bothersome questions from family and friends alike for a fun carefree month of celebrations, you can’t possibly say no.
🗨️ I just love me some good enemies to lovers AU 🥵 the relationship between OC and tae is really good, I think the tension between them was well built 👏🏾 I loved how their relationship unfolded and grew through their fake dating 🥹 the way OC realized she had feelings for him, but he had showed her before in his subtle moves, how much more he relaxed in her presence. I loved the interaction between oc and tae’s parents too, the way that they could obviously tell that OC was head over heels 😂 ah just, It was really really good! It was funny, it was comforting, and such a lovely read around Christmas! And the smut was sweet and tender (also hot!) 😍 a really great fic that I’ll add to my Christmas re-reads for years to come ✨ I loved it! Please go read it if you haven’t already 🥹
⭐Farmer boy, I Love You by @strawberrynamjoon // kth x f.reader // farming!au, lowkey e2l // 🥵😂
📝 Needing change in your life you decided it would be a brilliant idea to move to your uncle’s small farm, helping him and your cousin Jimin with the daily work. What you didn’t plan was to fall in love with your beautiful yet very annoying neighbour Taehyung, who seemed to make it his personal mission to tease you every chance he got. And what you expected even less was that he seemed to like you too.
🗨️ This was just utterly sweet, so fluffy 🥺 I really liked this: the way that reader and Taehyung’s friendship deepens, their friends and their banter 🥺 everything was so good, soft, sad sometimes, and just really great and funny too 🤭
⭐The Wannabe-Photographer Chronicles [series] by @gimmethatagustd // kth x f.reader // frenemies to lovers // 🥵
📝 You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s hipster, wannabe-photographer ass. You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s stupid smile and stupid jokes and stupid way of getting under your skin and sticking in your brain.
🗨️ At first I did not realize that this was a series, therefore I’ve linked to the masterlist, lol. Anyway, this series is just so fucking hot, like WHAT 🥵 There’s a lot of banter and their mutual ‘hatred’ for each other just makes this hit incredible hard. Really amazing ✨
⭐Loverboy by @kookslastbutton // kth x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰🌩️
📝 After a startling conversation with your coworkers, you start feeling insecure about your sexual prowess. You don't initiate as much, you haven't worn lingerie yet, and you're still timid about doing much seducing with your body–are you giving your boyfriend boring sex? Taehyung reassures you that you are perfect and have nothing to worry about.
🗨️ These coworkers gotta go, okay?! 😠🤣 Planting seeds of doubt in OC’s head, no, no. Tae to the rescue!! He is so sweet in this too, yes a real ‘loverboy’ 😍 Gosh and then best friend Jimin - that was just pure gold, their relationship and how he helps OC 🥹 That is friendship goals!! A sweet, loving and comforting Taehyung fic - I loved it ✨
⭐Hush, yeah? [series; ongoing/hiatus] by @kithtaehyung // kth x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au, music festival!au // 🥵
📝 Who knew an innocent accident could turn things so dirty..
🗨️ Pure gold ✨ — I don’t really have much to say, except GO READ IT.
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For all of the other lovely fics that I haven’t gotten around to read, but I’m very excited about, I’ve compiled my ‘to read’ list 🙂
‘To read’ list ⬇️
Maybe I do [series; completed] by @chateautae
Gold Rush by @ditttiii
Fanservice by @bangtanintotheroom
Trip by @daechwitatamic
The Art of Obsession by @kooktrash
Dick on the Go by @jeonggukingdom
Love me or we both go down by @gukyi
Gank Mid Lane by @kth1
Good for Me by @icedmatchatae
Something about him by @kooktrash
Love, secret Santa by @jamaisjoons
All I Want for Christmas is You by @ladyartemesia
Buzzed [series; completed] by @junqkook
I’m so sorry that I didn’t get to read more! 😭 Life happened, and yeah. But all of these wonderful fics on my list sound so incredibly good and I really look forward to reading them and give them a lovely review 💜
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAEHYUNG!!! 💜 🥳 🎂
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aureatchi · 4 months
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⛇₊˚ʚ₊˚✧ SANTA TELL ME IF HE REALLY CARES ft. dazai, chuuya, ranpo, fyodor, nikolai, sigma
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the pm is hosting a christmas party for yokohama! everyone is encouraged to bring a gift for the people they love…so what do the bsd men get you?
info. fem!reader. sm fluff. profanities from chuuya ofc LOL, them trying to outdo each other for you. pm hq has a rooftop floor here. implied reader is in the ada. wc. 3.1k
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You walked inside the lavish lobby of the port mafia headquarters to be greeted by DAZAI, who immediately embraced you in his arms.
“Bella! You made it!” he exclaimed, pulling you in. You could feel the heat of his body warming you up, relieving you of the chilly weather outside.
“Of course, Osamu,” you giggled. “Wouldn’t want to miss something super special as this.”
Still trapping you in his hug, he led you down the hallway, one hand moving to playfully pat your head. Security guards parted to let the two of you through, entering the room where everyone was.
“So many people!” you exclaimed when you entered the headquarters’ formal dining hall decorated in Christmas festivities. Everyone was either chatting about or gathering by a table to get sweet desserts or hot chocolate.
“Want some hot chocolate to warm up, angel?” Dazai asked, looking towards the line.
“No thanks,” you replied. “You’ve warmed my heart up already.”
He gave you a smug smile in response, but you didn’t miss the light pink that also flushed his cheeks.
“Come over here.”
You followed Dazai as he made his way to a different table filled with wrapped presents and bags alike.
Dazai took one of them—the gift bag in your favorite color and handed it to you.
“For the gift exchange,” he smiled. “Merry Christmas, bella. I hope you like it.”
Your eyes lit up in joy, grateful and excited to see what he had gotten you. “Thank you!”
The first thing you pulled out of the bag was a custom heart pendant in your preferred metal—Dazai knew whether you liked silver or gold better. When you unclasped the locket, you saw matching pictures of you and Dazai inside, both bundled up in the snow. It was a good memory to look back at.
“This is so cute, Osamu.” You closed the locket and let the brunette place the jewelry around your neck.
“It looks even better on you.”
The second thing inside the bag was a box. Pulling it out, you saw that it was a Lego flower set.
“As much as you love flowers, they don’t last forever. However, these do!” You grinned widely at the thought and matching gift—Dazai always easily recalled your favorite things.
“We can build them together, too,” he continued, and you gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I love them. You’re amazing at getting gifts.”
“I wouldn’t expect that at all.” Your attention was brought to the ginger-haired who had his arms crossed beside the both of you, a cheeky grin on his face. CHUUYA had a mug of eggnog in his hand, though you knew for sure he’d rather have a glass of red wine reserved for the evening party instead.
“Chuuya!”
“What’s up, doll?” he smiled, a different, sweeter tone entirely, as he strode towards you.
“What do you mean by that?” Dazai asked, referring to Chuuya’s earlier comment.
“Thought your taste in gifts would be shitty, just like you,” he chuckled as you greeted him with a hug.
“Hey, that’s a bit rude,” you whispered.
“Oh really?” Dazai responded with his own sarcastic laugh. “I’m not sure you could do any better.”
“You really underestimate me! Come with me, baby…we’re going to prove to the-thing-that-comes-with-the-discounted-bandages who really knows what to get a lady for Christmas!”
Dazai stood, jaw dropped, dramatically offended as Chuuya pulled you away.
You two walked to the other side of the room, where there were even more gifts under one of the many Christmas trees in the hall.
“Bastard,” Chuuya sulked under a scowl, picking up a box wrapped in crimson red, his statement color.
You chuckled in amusement. He riled up so easily, over something so trivial. “Don’t worry about him, Chuu. I already know I’m going to like what you got.”
“Ya better,” he replied, but cheered up from your words. “Are you able to hold it?”
He handed you the box, hovering his arms below for support in case you dropped it. Though it was a larger package, it was still a bit heavier than you expected.
“Yeah, I got it.” You then raised an eyebrow. What could be inside this gift?
You set it down on the nearest table, undoing the pretty bow of ribbon and wrapping paper that kept the mystery intact.
Inside, you were received with a record player.
“Oh, wow!”
You loved music, and you’d always wanted to start collecting vinyls as it looked cool, but everyone knew it was an expensive hobby.
Not only had Chuuya gotten that—a very nice one, too—he also got the records of your top ten favorite albums.
You looked through the covers, smiling with each new one you saw.
Chuuya explained a few things—how he was setting you up for good because he made sure you got a turntable player instead of a suitcase one, how you should replace the black slip mat with the white one he bought instead so your vinyls look prettier, how to not damage the records…you could hardly pay attention to him though because you were overjoyed at how thoughtful he was for that.
“You seem passionate. Do you collect them too?” you asked.
“No, I just wanted to research to find something good enough for you.”
You could feel your heart melt. He had really spent time picking this out after you’d only mentioned you finding record players vintage and cool twice, and you’d never even pointed out you’d want it as a gift.
“Thank you, Chuuya,” you said, leaning towards him, burying your face in his neck. “I love it…especially how you recall my favorite albums, too.”
“Of course doll,” he replied, running his hands through your hair. “Merry Christmas.”
You could’ve stayed like that, but your little moment with the port mafia executive was ruined when Chuuya glanced over at one of the snack tables to find all the food had just disappeared.
“Now what the fuck?”
You followed, looking at what he was looking at. Then, you realized the man standing by the table with a piece of cake—the last piece of cake.
RANPO caught your gaze and jumped, hyper from all the sugar he consumed. “There you are!” He ran towards you and shoved you on the ground, away from Chuuya.
“Hey man, what the hell is wrong with you?!” he shouted in annoyance.
Ranpo acknowledged the ginger-haired only then, looking up from where he had you suffocating in his arms. “Huh? Oh, sorry, didn’t see ya there.”
Chuuya grew even more infuriated at the provoke.
“You tryna pick a fight?”
“You still want to after knowing how last time turned out?”
Ranpo was referring to their last encounter, where Chuuya had embarrassingly lost against him from a single blow. But you didn’t need to know that.
So, Chuuya used all his willpower to keep silent under an outraged glare as he watched Ranpo drag you away to make sure he didn’t bring up any details about it.
“I got you a gift too!” Ranpo exclaimed as you walked back towards where the other agency members were hanging out. “Wanna guess what it is?”
“Hm…some sort of treat, that’s for sure,” you replied.
“Partly correct!” he replied. “That’s not all that I got you though.”
“Oh? How generous!”
“No!” his response was stern. “A princess like you deserves more…as the world’s greatest detective, noone would know that better than me.”
You smiled. “You’re right, Ranpo.”
With that, he handed you one of the cutest gift baskets you’ve seen. The actual basket was snowman-themed, and inside was everything you wanted that could fit in it—that pajama set you had in your online shopping cart, the new skincare products you’ve wanted to try, your favorite candle—you hadn’t even ever mentioned it to him before. And, of course, a lot of chocolate. Of course, Ranpo would also be the best gift-buyer, using his knowledge to his advantage.
The one thing that really stood out to you, though, was a jar of Hershey kisses, with a note on it that said:
KISSES WHEN I’M NOT AROUND.
It even had a chibi-fied face of the cute brunette on it.
“This is my favorite thing in this gift,” you said.
“Of course, because I know you always miss me when I’m not there to kiss,” Ranpo confidently stated. “Which is why I came up with a solution! They’ll never be as sweet as me, but it works.”
You laughed in delight. It was a very creative idea. “This is amazing; thank you, Ranpo!”
Never knowing how to respond to thankfulness directly, he answered it with something else. “Hey, there’s something on your nose.”
“Really?” You moved a hand to feel what was on there, but Ranpo grabbed your wrist to prevent you. Instead, he bopped your nose with his lips.
“There was frosting,” he said, probably from when he excitedly greeted you earlier.
“You enjoyed those desserts, huh?” you asked, glancing at the depleted table once again.
“Yup! It was just lying there, and noone said anything about how much you could take, so…!” He paused, trying to remember something.
“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”
You chatted with agency and port mafia members alike a while after. Everyone was having a good time, even when Chuuya started bickering with Dazai and challenged him to a duel.
“Shithead!
“Mackerel!”
“How about you talk once you grow another two inches?”
As everyone was being entertained by Chuuya breaking an entire wall by throwing Dazai through it, your eyes were distracted by an elaborate bouquet of roses and baby breaths that you hadn’t noticed before.
Curious because it wasn’t by any other gifts, you left the crowd to inspect it.
You were surprised when you picked the arrangement up and saw that it was addressed to your name on a note. However, there was no name to say who it was from.
You looked around to see if anyone was nearby that could’ve placed the flowers there. But everyone else was watching the fight.
You flipped the note over, seeing a sketch of an elevator and a four-number code on the back.
An elevator?
You scanned the hall once again. The only elevator there was the one at the corner, restricted to the port mafia. The guests weren’t allowed to use it, and a security pad was guarding it.
You hesitated but then decided to approach the door. If someone gave you the code they wanted and were permitting you to use it, right?
Once again, no one protested because they were all distracted watching Chuuya on the ceiling, making sure Dazai couldn’t touch him. You pressed the four numbers into the pinpad and were congratulated with a correct ding! sound and the elevator sliding open.
You stepped inside and realized there was only one button—to go up. You pressed it, and the doors closed, moving you up.
Luxurious as always, the elevator had a glass window, the entire city of Yokohama coming into view as you went higher. A few seconds in, you realized that the elevator wasn’t going to stop until you reached the top.
You still weren’t sure who had mysteriously invited you to meet them. You hoped it wasn’t the boss—the doctor in charge creeped you out, if you were being honest. But you figured it couldn’t be him because he was also downstairs, chilling with the agency’s president.
Your heartbeat raced as the elevator stopped and the doors slid open, adrenaline surging in anticipation of the surprise, coupling with the chilly breeze outside. You had reached the rooftop.
“You’re so easy to tempt; those flowers drew you in faster than a blind mouse to a piece of cheese laid in a trap.”
You smiled as you heard the foreign accent of the person near the edge riddle you while admiring the entire city below. “Hi, Fedya.”
FYODOR turned around, violet eyes meeting yours.
“I should’ve known.” Of course, the enigma was him—conundra was the Russian’s signature.
“How in the world did you even get here?” you asked, though you already knew the answer. He always had his ways to infiltrate anywhere—through deception, through hacking, anything goes.
“I invited ourselves,” he smirked, and only then did you notice his two subordinates on the other side, one in fear as the other tried to trip him over the ledge. “Didn’t want to miss out on the gift-giving either.”
Fyodor took out a jewelry box. “I hardly get to see you. So I thought to get you something that you could wear everyday.
“And this one is special, to remind you of my presence even more.” He opened it, revealing a bracelet, and like Dazai, he also knew what color jewelry suited you best. It was nothing too showy—it was simple, but it was classy, timeless, just like him.
And you noticed what made it special. There was no clasp. It was made to be welded on the person’s wrist—a forever bracelet.
“Choose wisely,” Fyodor said as you looked in awe. “Which wrist, milaya?”
You quickly contemplated and held out one of your wrists towards him as he took out tweezers and a small laser. You watched as he delicately fastened the bracelet around your arm, making sure it sat on your wrist perfectly.
“Finished, fine with it?” he asked when he was done, and you lifted your hand toward the horizon.
“It’s perfect, thank you,” you responded candidly. Then, Fyodor lifted up his own sleeve under his coat, revealing a matching one. You were almost stunned, because you didn’t think he would be the type to wear anything other than a necklace.
“Merry Christmas, dorogaya,” he softly said, pressing you against his chest in a hug.
“WAIT, WAIT! Dove, there’s still me! Don’t seal away your heart just yet!”
“Huh?” You both turned towards NIKOLAI, who kindly but quickly moved Fyodor away from you.
The next thing you knew, there were foil snowman and reindeer balloons in your hand, white confetti popped over you, acting as snow, and the jester standing in front of you presenting a large gift.
“To be honest, I’m scared,” you admitted, knowing his chaotic, playful nature.
“Why?” he giggled. “Think I’m going to scare ya, baby? You can take my word, there’s no jumpscares in this one.”
“You better not be lying,” you said and removed the lid of the black box that reminded you of a magician’s top hat.
And he was being truthful because you were greeted with the exact opposite of remarkable. He had gifted you plain, white socks.
“Wow, Kolya. I never even knew you were capable of being mundane.”
He laughed once again as he just set the box in front of you, not saying anything more as you stared at him in confusion.
You took the socks out. Surely, there was a catch. He was acting too suspicious. And the entire gift was odd. You found nothing tampered with on the socks, though. And there was nothing else in the box. So why was it so big? And why did it look deeper than where the bottom stopped?
You nervously looked at Nikolai before sticking both hands in. You felt your way around the level until you realized the entire package floor felt like paper machete, something used in piñatas and things like that.
By instinct, you lifted a fist and punched through the box. You immediately punctured through the false bottom, uncovering your true gift.
He celebrated. “Smart girl!”
There was an assortment of plushies—many of them. You always asked Nikolai to help you get some whenever you found claw machines at amusement parks, so he knew you loved stuffed animals.
Then, there was a large, fluffy throw blanket, perfect for winter.
“I got that because I know you’re probably so cold when I’m not hugging you.” True. Nikolai encapsulated you like a blanket whenever he came over.
“The thought of having this didn’t even cross my mind,” you said. “Well, that goes for everything you do,” you chuckled.
“That was really creative; I love it, thank you!”
Nikolai popped more confetti, this time in pink hearts. “She loves it! Happy, happy Christmas!”
He swung you off the ground, spinning you with ease until your own head started spinning the opposite way.
“Gogol! I think she’s dizzy!”
The two-tone-haired casino owner had a concerned look on his face, and you couldn’t tell if it was because your eyes were unfocusing or because Nikolai was throwing you around so easily. Strong guy.
Nikolai stopped, realizing he had gotten too excited. “Sorry, dove! Are you alright?”
“Y-yeah,” you responded, unable to keep your balance as you tripped over yourself. You landed on SIGMA’s torso, and he helped guide you to stand up properly again.
“Thanks, Sigma,” you replied. “How are you?”
“Good, now that I get to see you again.” He lightly blushed, breaking eye contact as you smiled. “I’m glad to see you too.”
“I got you something as well,” he replied, showing his own present. “I’m not sure what the people downstairs got you, and mine isn’t as fancy as Dostoevsky’s nor as extraordinary as Gogol’s, but I hope you like it.”
You felt warm, even in the icy weather. “Awh, just hearing that you got something for me is more than enough,” you replied. “I am so grateful no matter what.”
You took the present and opened it, first greeted by a new set of poker cards. However, this one was different because when you sifted through them, you realized it was the Decay of Angel’s custom set. You had been wowed by Nikolai’s Joker and Fyodor’s Jack when you first saw them, always using the set when you played a game with others.
But there was also a new addition to this stack. You were on it, taking your place as the queen.
“What? Sigma, this is so cool!”
There was one more thing inside. Your favorite lipstick in your favorite shade.
Sigma loved the color and even more how it looked on you. He loved how his cheeks would stain whenever you kissed him there—the pigmented contrast to his paler skin. You hardly needed restocking as you loved the lipstick yourself, but it was always good to have another extra.
“Merry Christmas,” Sigma said as you opened the container and swatched it on your face. You looked as beautiful as ever.
“Merry Christmas, Sigma,” you responded, kissing his forehead. Then, you pulled a cookie wrapped in a napkin from inside your coat and placed it in his mouth.
“Saved it for you,” you giggled. “There’s a lot downstairs. Maybe they’ll let you guys in if I say I invited you. Well, at least you.”
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i heard if u rb, u will receive x2 gifts this xmas from ur favs! reblogs are appreciated; they are your christmas gift to me! <3
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harrysfolklore · 11 months
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this picture i need it in a bubba blurb ASAPPPPP -🫶
OKAY HEREEEEE
MASTERLIST | MY PATREON
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“Daddy?”
A soft voice calling for him made its way to Harry’s ears, a voice that belonged to his three year old son, who was curiously peeking his head inside his home studio.
Ever since his little boy was born, Harry made the decision to switch everything up regarding his career, taking longer breaks between albums and tours and building a full equipped music studio in his home. He just didn’t want to be away from his wife and son, specially during his first years of life.
“Hey buddy, what are you doing over there?” Harry said as he moved his hands away from the piano tiles and looked over at the little boy who was just a replica of him: same green eyes, dimples and brown curls. It blew anyone’s mind when they saw how alike they looked.
He had been working on the same melody all day, he was in the process of writing his 5th studio album, the first one as a father, and he wanted everything to be perfect. The album was all about fatherhood, falling in love with his wife all over again and overall this new chapter of his life, he was happier than ever and that’s what the songs he had been writing told.
“Come here, baby,” Harry opened his arms, motioning the little boy to join him “I’ve missed you, would you like a cuddle?” his son curiously dragged his small feet across the room, Harry had noticed how much he liked his studio, and how fond of music his son was, always asking his mummy to play his favorite songs around the house and his daddy to sing for him. It warmed Harry’s heart every single time.
“Cuddle daddy.” the little boy mumbled as he climbed on the piano’s bench -with Harry’s help, of course- and placed himself on his lap. If there was something that Harry wouldn’t change for anything was cuddling his son, so when his baby adjusted himself on his lap and buried his face on his ribs, putting his little arms around his broad frame, he could feel his heart growing twice is size.
Harry kissed the little mop of curls and lingered his lips on the crown of his baby’s head, sometimes he couldn’t quite understand how he got so lucky to have the perfect little family. He found his soulmate when he was 22 and knew he wanted to marry her, he put a ring on her finger at 29 and now, at 31, he had a little bundle of joy that was a mixture of him and the love of his life.
Life couldn’t get any better.
So with a full heart and a sudden burst of inspiration, he went back to playing melodies on the piano, careful not to disturb the little boy in his arms.
“Music?” the boy beamed as he moved his little face from its position on his dad’s ribs, and Harry couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm over hearing him play “That’s right bubba, daddy’s playing music, you like when daddy does that, don’t you?” Harry cooed, he was man enough to admit that his little boy made him melt with every single thing he did.
“Play daddy” his son said as he sat up straight on his lap, his gaze fixed on the piano in front of him, and since his wish is Harry's command, he continued playing soft melodies for him.
Harry wanted to take that moment in and save it forever, he was unaware at that moment, but his wife was standing at the door frame, capturing the both of them in a picture that would be part of his album's booklet in the future.
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queers-gambit · 5 months
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Save Me From Myself
prompt: ( requested ) in a moment of unparalleled anger, you learn what Joel really thinks of you.
pairing: Joel Miller x female!reader
fandom masterlist: The Last of Us
word count: (short as hell at) 1.9k+
warnings: very mild spoilers, there's probably cursing, oneshot (no part two), hurt no comfort, mild angst, shorty shorty short short shorty! author is disappointed in this one, she wanted to give much more.
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"Gimme that," you grunted at Ellie, picking her backpack from her shoulder with ease as the shorter young lady protested with a small growl.
"I got it - "
"Take a break," you smiled at the kid, shouldering her pack. "Tell me another one of those shitty jokes you love so much."
Ellie smirked and whipped out her book, flipping through a few pages, scanning the pages, then deciding on one. "What... Is Beethoven's favorite fruit?"
You shrugged, "No idea."
"Ba-na-na-naaaaa!"
You laughed, you couldn't help it. "Goddamnit. That's a good one," you praised, eyeing her for a moment as she silently read down the page. You wondered, "You know, I meant to ask, but why that book in particular?"
"My friend gave it to me... It was a present," she explained softly, seeing your head nod of understanding. "What did one ocean say to the other?"
"Nothing, they just waved," you smirked.
"You shithead," she tisked. "Okay, okay, here's a good one. What's brown... And sticky?"
"Oh, Ellie, don't be gross - "
"A stick."
There was a long pause.
"Oh, you know what? Fuck you," You laughed heartily. "I gotta remember that, I like that one."
"You'll like this one, too. Why should you never trust stairs?"
You knew the answer, but humored her, "Why?"
"Because they're always up to something."
You chuckled, "Good one, kid, yeah. Okay, okay, wait, I got one."
"Lay it on me."
"How do you cut a Roman Emperors hair?"
"How?" She grinned, ready for the punchline.
"With Caesars."
Ellie paused, offering a confused look, "I don't get that one."
You both stared at one another for a long moment, still walking through the cold, dead field.
"You don't know Julius Caesar?"
"No? Who the hell is that?"
You chuckled, "You know what? Just as well, who fucking cares about the Roman Empire when we're living in the end-of-days?"
"It's a decent joke," Joel spoke for the first time in hours; holding his rifle protectively as he lead you both through the wilderness, "for what it's worth."
You smirked at Ellie and teased, "Told you I was funny."
"You used the term punny."
"Both are accurate."
"I think you're just an idiot."
"I think you've got a helluva mouth on you."
Ellie grinned and flipped through her book, your gaze trailing to Joel and eyeing him for a long moment. You've known him since you were 19 and hired to babysit his daughter, Sarah. Joel was everything you could've asked for - loyal, sweet, protective, respectful. You had been at their house, doing coursework for your university program when the Outbreak happened. You did what you could to help protect Sarah, but in the end, nobody was safe, nobody was immune, and Death stretch His hand unto all of mankind alike.
He left only select few, you, Joel, and Tommy being amongst the survivors.
The past twenty years had been anything but easy, and while you had gone into this pandemic together, you and Joel didn't actually stick together the whole time. When you settled in Boston with Tommy, Tess, and a few other nomads, you were exhausted from the brutality you were forced to survive in, and so, first chance you had, you broke away.
Technically, you and Tommy broke away. But still.
Joel turned to a life of shadiness with Tess at his right hand (and on his cock). The two of you becoming estranged, until he saved your ass from a pair of FEDRA agents harassing citizens.
He didn't just distract your assailants, but put them in the dirt, helped pick you up, dust off, check for injury, then escort you home. Once at your apartment, he ensured you weren't hurt and was truly okay, and after that, he was back in your life - like the snap of fingers.
You hated to admit it, but it felt nice having a constant back in your life. Joel was your tether to reality, and without him, you felt akin to a kite with the string cut - useless and drifting away.
After that, you came around a little more to see how much your old neighbor had changed in your time apart. Joel was familiar, he was family; had always been something of a source of peace for you. He was usually protective of your wellbeing - even if he had a strange (and borderline unhealthy) way of showing it - creating a bubble of safety.
You eventually left the Fireflies and met Bill and Frank, venturing out and about with Joel and Tess; the latter of who simply despised you for just existing. She was never fond of you, more so now that Joel was obviously attached to you.
Joel never let her argue about you; he never cared for her opinion nor what assumptions she had. He kept you close, he liked your close; and if she sneered any hateful slander, Joel was swift to push her away in favor of you.
One time, he even literally locked her out of the apartment because she was rude to you and told you to "get lost!".
How could you not feel safe? Comfortable? Secure?
When you made it to Jackson and found Tommy once more, you were overjoyed by his familiar face and scent, but quickly pulled him aside to voice your concern for Joel.
"He's been clutching his chest, walking slower than I've seen before," you whispered to Tommy. "I don't think he's havin' a heart episode, but somethin' ain't right, Tommy. He's not doing the best."
"I'll talk to him," he assured.
You believed him, there was no reason not to. You (willfully blindly) believed Tommy would go about this subject with sensitivity and wouldn't mention your words of concern, but you were wrong. Very wrong. Joel had a known temper and if he caught wind that you spoke his name, even in passing, he would lash out, so, truly, you thought Tommy wouldn't tip Joel off.
The moment you returned "home" (to the house you, Ellie, and Joel were offered), you were met with a fuming Joel and an awkward looking Ellie. "What's going on?" You felt worried, fearing for the worst, asking, "What's wrong?"
"You," Joel snapped. "You're what's wrong."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Joel," Ellie tried with a frown, "she just walked in 0 "
"You had a word with Tommy now, did'yah?" He demanded, ignoring Ellie to focus his glare fully on you.
"Well - yeah - I mean - "
"No," he seethed with narrowed eyes and furrowed brow, "where the hell you get off talkin' to my brother like that? Huh? You worried 'bout me, you say somethin' to me - otherwise, the hell you talkin' for?"
"Joel - "
"You overstepped," he shook his head and pointed a scolding finger at you, "and my health ain't your concern - "
"Of course, it is! Fuck's sake, how can you even say that? I get you're mad, fine, okay, you know what? I get it, I'm sorry if I overstepped by telling Tommy how worried I am, but for the love of God, Joel, I am worried about you because you're not the same man you once were!"
"Are any of us?" He huffed.
"You don't think we've noticed the way you've slowed? How you clutch your chest? I'm allowed to be worried - "
"You know, if you weren't so Goddamn clingy all the time, you wouldn't feel whatever compulsion this is to concern yourself with something that ain't got shit to do with you."
You blinked in shock, feeling disarmed by the harsh tone and bruising words he offered. "Joel, we're both worried about you,," Ellie stepped in again. "Don't be such a dick, she's just looking out for you."
"By involving those that don't need to be involved?" He sneered, glaring at the girl before rounding on you. "From now on, you stay in your place - enough with this - this fucking - this protector bullshit you think of me as. You cling any fucking tighter and I'll suffocate, so back the hell off."
You nodded slowly, watching him storm off; door slamming after him hard enough to make both you and Ellie flinch. "I, uh..." You cleared your throat, "I should... Um, uh, you know what, I'll jusy - uh, yeah, no, I can just... Yeah, I should - yeah."
"I'm sorry," she mumbled.
"You didn't do anything."
"No, but that wasn't very nice of him to say."
"No, I suppose not," you smiled ruefully, giving a hearty, heavy sniffle. "I should, you know, go and find somewhere to crash - "
"Why wouldn't you stay here?"
"I don't exactly like to linger where I'm not wanted," you mused, keeping your tears at bay. "I just need to clear my head for a bit. Go for a walk or something. Maybe he just needs some space, I don't want to be here and upset him more... You two have a mission at hand," you tried to smile, "that's bigger than us all, and whether I see the end of it or not doesn't matter now - what matters is you, Ellie. This petty squabble will pass," you lied, "because you're all that matters. I won't risk further upsetting Joel, gambling with this already sketchy-ass plan and put everything we've worked towards so far at jeopardy."
You both smiled ruefully.
"I know when to walk away," you ended softly.
She nodded, opening her mouth but closing it instantly; knowing you were stubborn enough that she didn't even attempt to stop you. So, she did the only thing she knew she could do: offered her joke book.
"Oh, Ellie, no," you breathed, "no, no, I can't take that, it was a gift."
"And now I'm gifting it to you," she shrugged, holding the book out. "C'mon, just take it, it'll make me feel good knowing you're cracking shitty jokes to yourself - or whoever will listen."
"I can't take this," you whispered.
"Just make sure you stay alive to give it back," Ellie compromised.
"Deal," you smirked, opening your arms and embracing the girl the moment she rushed into your chest. "I'll miss you," you whispered. You promised to see her as soon as you could (so you could return the joke, of course), kissed her forehead, then grabbed your bag, which had yet to be unpacked, and left the house.
You managed to find lodging in the old cantina, and you'd never know that when Joel got back that evening and saw your items gone, he breathed a sigh of relief. In his head, with you gone, it was one less painful reminder of Sarah, the life he had before; and while his mind played tricks into thinking he saw Sarah in town today, he realized you were the constant trigger.
The single strand that kept him in the past.
Constant reminder of who he was, who he wanted to be.
Prevented him from truly moving on.
Though not done in the best or most respectful way, in his heart, Joel knew he needed to shove you into the mud to get you to let go; you saw too much "good" in him. You saw him in the same light as Sarah, and he couldn't handle that; could not fathom that there was anyone left in this world who saw anything remotely humane in him.
So, Joel did what he did best: made his own life infinitely harder by pushing away those who loved him.
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reader accidentally calling “daddy” dbf!joel !! i wanna know how he reacts 😫 btw i love reading ur stories!! 🫶🏻
A/N: i've been wanting to write this for so long and this request gave me an excuse to sooooo here ya go!
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tags/warnings: daddy kink (obvs), shy!reader, dbf!joel lovessss dirty talk, like srsly the filthiest dirty talk, grinding, sorta kinda some reeaaaally light humiliation vibes, p in v
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The first time you blurted it out, Joel thought he was hearing things.
It was early morning. With your legs twisted into his, you had maneuvered yourself so that you were straddling his thigh as you both lay on your sides. Joel just embraced you, petting your hair and cooing dirty things and sweet things alike as you worked your hips against the warm heat of his skin.
“Mm,” You moaned, gently kissing the column of Joel’s neck as his large hands grabbed your ass and guided the movement of your hips. 
“C’mon, honey, use it. You’re not stopping ‘till my thigh’s soaked.”
Joel removed one of his hands from your backside in favor of stroking himself from beneath the cover of his boxers instead. The way he tented the fabric had you salivating, something primal taking over as you whispered, “Want it…”
Joel noticed the way your eyes were intensely trained on his crotch, and he immediately understood.
“What?” He pulled his cock from its confines, “You wanna fuck this instead?”
You bit your lip and nodded, completely aware of the blush rising to your cheeks.
“I’m not sure you want it bad enough, though,” Joel teased, and you knew immediately what this was about. He wanted to hear dirty, depraved things come out of your mouth. His favorite part about you being vocal was the way your arousal would make you stumble over your sentences and mumble just barely above a whisper as you whined between words.
Maybe it was the intoxication of his scent as you continued to grind against him eagerly, or the way he kept muttering, “I got you,” with every whimper that fell from your lips, but you were suddenly filled with an urge you didn’t know how to stave off.
It came out like a whisper. Something you could’ve easily shrugged off and insisted never happened.
“Daddy… Want it, please...”
The hands that were working your ass over before were now frozen.
You removed your face from the crook of Joel’s neck and looked up at him with hooded eyes as you continued grinding on his thigh.
Joel cracked a crooked smile. “It’s like that, huh?”
You blushed as you nodded hesitantly, hugging Joel tight as he untangled your legs from his own and rolled you onto your back, towering above you as he bracketed your hips with his knees.
“Don’t you worry, sweetheart. Daddy’s gonna fuck you good and hard and deep, just how his baby needs.”
“Oh god, yes,” You moaned. Joel never took his eyes off you as he slipped off your panties and swiped a finger through your aching, wet folds.
“So fuckin’ wet. Anybody else get you like this?”
“No,” You whispered shakily, hands darting to grip Joel’s wrist as he worked against your pussy in tandem.
“Who? Who do you become a whining, wet, horny little mess for?”
“You, Daddy,” You whimpered, groaning at the loss when Joel pulled his hand away from your pussy in favor of taking his cock out of his boxers.
“Mm, that’s right. Baby’s gonna get fucked real messy now, that alright? Can Daddy stuff this cute little pussy to the brim with his cum?”
You hadn’t even responded yet when Joel suddenly pressed against your entrance with the tip of his cock and entered you in one smooth motion.
"Ruin it, Daddy."
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  ₊˚ ପ ⊹ ℰ𝒩𝒟ℒℰ𝒮𝒮ℒ𝒴 .ᐟ
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꒰ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 . . . ꒱ 17.8k word count , both ellie & reader are 20 , fem reader , drug usage ( ellie smokes weed hello -.^ ) , virginity loss , dom / sub dynamics , established relationship implied ( not rlly spoken about 'til the end ) , mention of jesse havin' a lil crush on reader , squirting , fingering , oral sex ( r. receiving ) , stone top ellie , some pining , lots of mushy feelings , cum swallowing , reader has pubic hair , strap on usage , bit of self insertion , nipple play , pet name usage ( ex. mama, baby, babe, good girl ) , a cunny slap worked its way in there , mentions of the reader having curly hair / hair long enough for bows , ellie's head over heels for you 's literally insane .
milkie’z note to you .ᐟ . . . this is a long one :> i dunno how it came to this but it's here n 'm soooo happy C: . i love ellie williams just a lil bit too much and as a direct byproduct of such love -- here is this monstrosity of a fic. timelines may be a lil' fuzzy cuz my memory isn't that great . title of work inspired by this song . minors do not interact . . do not !
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from a bud, a timid bloom, to a kinetic flouret. repeat. sunlight, oxygen, water, nutrients — yes, nevertheless, not only that . . . space and time as well. people seem to forget those two — the most critical, elemental aspects.
the lifespan of flowers has fascinated you since you were a little girl. naturally, without fail, you did seem to gravitate towards beauty over all other technicalities. whether it be above the most simple things such as a fuzz-ball tipped, glitter ink pen over a simple, blue ballpoint, a dangling, hello kitty keychain instead of a plain lanyard, or a satin scrunchie over a black hairband.
you are, and arguably always will be, a person that values and treasures the grandeur beauty that the world has to offer.
given jobs such as the compound’s horticulturist, culinarian, stable worker, occasional hair stylist all brought you the sweetest joy. having been living, surviving, existing within an apocalypse since you were a mere seven years old, your purity and innocence got ribboned into thin shreds by the horrid death of your father and sibling happening right before your eyes, going days upon weeks with little to no food in your stomach, and having to kill, fight, and hurt both cbi infected and non-fungal, simply fucked up human beings alike just to make it out alive. and you suppose that maria knows that.
your mother’s best friend, your surrogated aunt — she’s been with you throughout the ordeals, knew that you didn’t deserve to live a life like the one you’re forced to. not the little girl she had held in the hospital, cradled within her embrace, yawning and whimpering with big, glistening eyes squinting almost angrily ( admittedly cutely ) at the bright fluorescent lights ahead of you snapping them shut with a huff. not the little girl who danced barefoot in the backyard just to feel the soft frills of the grass your mother made sure to keep healthy and trimmed kiss your feet with soft whispers that only seemed to make you giggle. and surely not the little girl who, no matter what, no matter where, gently kissed the scars of her loved ones without a moment’s hesitation — always murmuring about how the best cure, the best medicine are a few, little kisses and a bunch of love.
maria vowed to keep you safe, and if that meant showing a little favoritism with assigning job taskings, so be it.
you, her, and your mother stumbled upon a compound by the name of jackson when you were twelve, back then the little colony burrowed right after the neck of the woods, downhill and bounded by mountains only housed about thirty people max. showing natural initiative and headship, maria worked herself up onto the council, brought your mother aboard to add a bit of cushioning on heavy decisions on subjects such as patrol matters and route mappings.
for two years, you finally were able to rest again, to smile again, to find the bits of happiness and beauty in the world worth living for again.
then you turned fourteen . . your birthday came and went about a couple weeks before two unknowns showed up, on horseback with maria in tow. jackson, now a little more full, slowly but surely more homes, stores, and workshops being established — hot food and clean water was becoming a regular thing now instead of a luxury, you knew that maria had to have had a good reason to have brought the strangers inside the walls of your home, personally herself.
you locked eyes with ellie williams for the first time after she hopped off of a horse, your favorite, named bucky. back then, you realize it now, her toughness had been a façade — a mask eclipsed in front of tender juvenescence for survival, much like every other kid on earth.
as the man she came with embraced tommy, a guy you have caught on several occasions slipping out of maria’s front door during the wee hours of the morning, you had stood on the outskirts of the stables, rusty bucket in hand sloshing with warm water . . your eyes felt stuck.
they trembled each time you tried to move them. you could only stare at ellie, lips parted in fascination, and she had simply glanced at you . . before looking over at bucky, back at you again, at tommy, then you again.
when her face started to scrunch — eyebrows folding in close, corners of her lips downwards in a clearly irritated lour — no doubt annoyed from your gazing, you had quickly turned your head and shuffled back towards the wellspring you had came from without a second look back.
for days, the girl tormented your mind. you found yourself staring up at the ceiling inside of your bedroom, replaying the encounter over and over — noticing more small details about her than before. her fingernails caked with dirt and grime, the freckles you could see from a mile away that littered the entirety of her face, how they got a little more sparse towards the edges of it, how her hair lightened up to a more golden copper in the sunlight as opposed to the dark rust when she stood in the shade.
learning that she had left, not even an entire two days later had your gut wrenching with a weird feeling. why?, you wanted to ask tommy as you crouched in your nightgown at the arch of the living room’s entryway, shrouded behind a tall fern where he conversed with your mother and maria. “they both should be back, though.”
a tensed silence hangs over the room for a moment, unease and doubt practically dripping off of the wooden beams onto the crowns of your heads. ‘should.’ tommy’s word choice had been certain of the fact but you all know what waited outside these walls. nothing was ever resolute in these times.
never the one to hold her tongue, your mother couldn’t help but quietly ask, “are you sure, tommy?”
his answer was quick, “positive . . . i know my brother.”
you’ll be honest, in the days to come, when weeks spun into months, you had forgotten about ellie. preoccupied with doing your part in helping make jackson continue to run smoothly, attending math and english lessons taught by your mother at the kitchen table through old pre-calculus and oxford english textbooks, and frankly, maturing and growing the same way anyone else does as they become older, the pretty, red headed girl had slipped into the furthest nook inside your mind.
until, she popped up again about four months later, accompanied by tommy’s brother.
a bit of a celebration had been thrown in the dining hall, welcoming joel and ellie into the city and in honor of their safe return. and as you sat quietly, tummy full of roasted deer and baked beans, you admired ellie again from afar, finding that the shade of her hair had reminded you of the finest red marigolds.
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it’s hot today.
your mother estimated it to be at least ninety eight degrees.
you feel it in the soil where you crouch down in your flowy, pink, sundress — when you dip your fingers inside, breaking through dried dirt to feel the moistness that resides in the roots. parched.
“tch,” you click your tongue with a soft huff, thumbing your fingers over the gentle petals of your camellias. “gotta bring you babies inside.”
outside of your home, your begonias and sunflowers had been thriving, petals seemingly glowing bright with intensity and a happy blush — almost sparkling. but your marigolds . . . your marigolds were absolutely perfect. the simple sight of them makes you give a happy, little squeal, making sure that after carefully digging up your camellias with a trowel and setting them in a wheelbarrow, you use a cultivator to scratch the dry soil, remove the weeds, and spread down an even, thick layer of mulch to protect and moderate the temperature of it.
“how they doin’?”
you hadn’t heard the footsteps padding through the curved walkway that’s bordered with hydrangea shrubs and chipped, little gnomes that tommy had scavenged up for you after a patrol a few months ago. jesse’s voice makes you turn on your haunches and place your watering can down softly on the grass. the sun is beaming so bright, golden disc hanging in the air almost menacingly, you have to lift a hand to provide a cover for your eyes to look up at him.
“huh?”
his skin is more tanned than usual — makes sense as to why when looking at the weather.
at your question, the corner of his lips lift a bit and he motions behind you to your flower bed.
“o-oh!” how silly. you giggle and turn back around to look at them. they already seem much better than when you first came out here to see them. “very good. jus’ . . givin’ them some water so that they can stay hydrated, y’know?”
“mm.” you hear his steps near and you notice how carefully he moves when stepping on the grass to crouch down near you with his elbows on his thighs and hands dangling between them.
everyone in town knows how you are about gardening and your flowers, especially. ‘you’re teachin’ everyone to be more gentle,’ tommy had told you one day with a knuckle ruffle to the top of your head. ‘ ‘preciate that, sweetheart.’
“they are lookin’ good,” jesse murmurs, letting his eyes flit over the plants. “sum’n out of a magazine catalogue. nice.”
you give him a playful nudge with your shoulder, feeling the fluffy rounds of your cheeks heat with a scalding flush. “stop.”
you’ve known jesse since you were both thirteen. what had started off as some frail, little boy — he had been shorter than you for like . . ever, until one day, you swear, he had turned sixteen and sprouted like a beanstalk — is now, what he’d say, a grown man. buzz cut now a thick, healthy layer of hair that stopped near the base of his neck, round cheeks hollowed out to whittle a finely etched jaw, and no longer was his arms and legs so thin . . they’re thick now and impressively carved with thick sinew and brawn to reveal his true strength. puberty had grabbed jesse by the throat and molded and shaped him to someone you find hard to recognize sometimes.
“nah, ‘m serious,” he licks his lips before giving you a little, crooked smile, flicking his eyes from yours to your hands that had took hold of the watering can to begin dousing the flowers again with some much needed hydration. “so, listen—“
a high pitched squeal steals both of your attention.
your heads turn over your shoulders to look down the avenue where you could see dina laughing as she jogged away from a splatter of water that splashed out from a cup someone had been holding. someone who had to walk a little bit closer for you to see who it was.
ellie.
your face softens — smile drops and eyebrows relax above your eyes.
ellie.
six years had done her well, too.
she’s smirking, pulling her arm back to lift the cup up to her mouth and swallow the rest of the water that was inside. it was so hot today — the girl had sported only a thin, white, cropped tank top and a pair of baggy, tan cargo shorts with her favorite, admittedly filthy, high top converse . . the most skin you’ve seen on her in years, you think.
the gulp you take upon your eyes lowering to watch the line of her throat bob as she swallowed was somewhat painful.
she had gotten taller, too — soared from a petite five foot three from when you first saw her to a somewhat towering five foot nine. after years of patrol, you’ve come to notice the striking biceps that flexed whenever she had to lift something or even just moved her arms a certain way. but you never . . ever noticed the abs that chiseled her flat abdomen until this very moment.
her short hair, stopping only a bit after her ears, had been pulled into a small bun today with a few strands stuck to her glistening forehead where tiny droplets of sweat beaded the surface of.
as her and dina get closer, you can hear her say something, “—like i’m gonna fuckin’ fall out with a heatstroke.”
her voice — the biggest shift, you’d say — no longer pitched and high, but almost three octaves deeper . . peppered with a slight rasp that makes you want to give a little, dreamy sigh each time you hear it.
her eyes catch yours before jesse’s — she seems to observe you two . . and quickly. they flick from you, to jesse, your bodies, then up to your eyes. she doesn’t say anything, just lifts her hand up to her temple and flicks her wrist with her thumb, index, and middle finger out to give jesse a quick, little salute.
you notice how her eyelids lower a little bit when she looks at you again, how she sucks the inside of her cheek between her two molars to hide a smirk? a smile? before she turns her head back forward to look down at her feet then lifts it back up. how she continues to walk beside dina like she doesn’t know you.
that.
you don’t . . get that.
you snap your head back to your flowers and you squint at them . . as if they’d hold the answers as to what ellie fucking williams is doing to you.
the two of you have never really gotten close, be it you both never really having the same job taskings, on the same sleep schedules, sharing the same hobbies . . you don’t know.
but, you’re cordial . .
she’d give you a small ‘sup’ in the dining hall prior to squeezing pass to go sit beside joel to discuss the next day’s schedule, slip you a warning if maria was having a shit day to let you know when to avoid, kinda . . . somewhat . . actually saved your life from an especially angry runner on the rare patrol you went along on. you don’t get her.
there are some times when she looks at you like you’re someone she’s never recognized before — then other times where you think you’re a literal honey glazed rib roast and she’s been starving for days. it’s confusing.
“—‘s a small, little get together at the bar,” jesse’s talking. you hadn’t even notice. you blink a few times and shake your head as if to physically erase ellie’s face out of your brain then lift it to give him your full attention.
“mhm?”
he smiles, “was thinkin’ you’d like to come. think it’s gonna be me, you, dina, naiya, ellie, jason, about ten more others . . it’ll be fun.”
your lips round out at the news, “oh . . oh — uhm,” you glance off to the side, briskly running the invitation over again in your brain for a moment. “yeah, sure. mm, i’ll be there.”
“yeah?” jesse’s smile seems to broaden. “alright. fuck, yeah. it starts at eight, don’t come too pretty, hm? gonna get wasted out of our fuckin’ minds.”
giggling, you watch him stand, “mhm, alright, jess. whatever you say.”
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the night is humid.
the sun had long set, leaving behind the moon and an ink painted sky jeweled with tiny stars. a pink, shoulder tie, strapped dress dotted with cute, white daisies and a heart shaped, center boob cut out is your fit for tonight. it’s short — really short, lifts up to your high waist when you raise your arms so you have to slip on a pair of white shorts underneath. however, in your honest defense, it’s light . . and airy . . feels like nothing on your body and you desperately need that.
no amount of showers could rinse off the mugginess that resides on your skin, product and aftermath of a horrible, hot day.
being jackson’s very own, crowned princess had its perks.
everyone knew you made your own lipgloss, eyeshadows, and blush. there’s been numerous instances where someone will drop off coconut oil, beeswax, and little packets of glitter at your doorstep, aware that you use it all for your little cosmetics. gifts such as hair rollers, wooden hairbrushes, and sometimes even pretty, ankle length dresses had been personally delivered to you — mostly by tommy and maria, occasionally jesse, and once ( surprisingly! ) joel had given you an antique, pearl bordered, handheld mirror he had found with a gruff ‘thought you’d like this.’
you dip the pad of your middle finger inside of the little, glass pot that holds the sticky concoction of your strawberry flavored lipgloss prior to dotting it upon the plump surface of your lips to complete your entire look.
you like the person who stares back at you through the mirror — she looks pretty.
“the prettiest,” you whisper with a satisfied ‘hm’ and head nod.
the mid-calf length western boots you wear click against the wooden stairs as you hurry down them and out the door with a quick goodbye to your mother.
you love jackson at night because the short, street lamps come on . . the fairy lights that droop across the fronts of shops and the stable twinkle . . and the soft chatter from them and the houses in between seems to echo off the mountain’s terrain.
you walk slowly with your hands behind your back, eyes flickered up to the illuminating, full saucer that is the moon and hum a soft rhythm to an unknown song that had been stuck in your head for a few days now. “how pretty,” you whisper to yourself, tilting your head to find the big dipper.
the bar is only a short travel from your home, right beside a shop meant to trade things for ammo, extra arrows, and blades. you can already hear loud laughter and the bass of a slow paced blues song coming from the establishment a mile away.
pushing open the louvered doors, you’re faced with a pack of people . . immediately locking eye contact with jesse in a far corner hanging by the jukebox with a beer in hand under the low, warm lighting.
he sings your name all low and playfully, opening his arms with a slow shuffle of his shoulders making you roll your eyes with gaiety before walking inside of his embrace. “mm.” he gives you a firm squeeze, lifting you up off your feet to make you squeak and hold him tighter.
“jesse! put me down, oh my god!”
“told you not to come lookin’ so pretty,” he sets you back down on your feet slowly ahead of pulling away. his eyes are darker when he’s not in the sun, they stare into yours without a hint of bashfulness. “wanna drink?”
you quickly look away and shrug your shoulders, “yeah, sure.”
he leads you to the bar where you greet everyone on the pass by, settling down in a stool in front of seth, the bartender. “moonshine for the lady.”
seth snorts a bit while he dries a jar with a clean rag. “please. princess of jackson? drinkin’? must be a cold day in hell.”
quietly, you mutter, “is it strong?”
seth gives a shrug, “mm — can mix it with some lemonade, iced tea, ginger ale. what you got a taste for?”
“hm, lemonade, please?”
seth slips off to go make your drink, leaving you to swing your legs back in forth as you sit in your rotating chair. you turn to jesse, watching him kill the rest of his beer, slam it onto the counter then wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. you scrunch your nose, staring at the glass bottle, “so nasty,” you mumble. “tastes like . . foot juice.”
jesse smirks, “foot juice? yeah . . well, this foot juice makes me feel good and that’s all that matters.”
“disgustin’.”
he leans in close and mocks your voice and expression — nose scrunched and all, “disgustin’.”
you push him away with a laugh. “how’s your mom doing?”
“all good. she’s good . . been askin’ when you’re gonna come to dinner again.”
your eyebrows lift to showcase your surprise. you had long forgotten about the dinners you used to have with the family on every first friday of the month. “oh, tell her soon. i’ve just . . been so busy with my tasks and helping my mom around more.”
jesse shakes his head, “ahh, no biggie, no biggie. it’s all good. she knows, but just . . hurry please. ‘cause she’s been hounding me to bring you back.”
at the same time your moonshine had been served, ellie walks through the doors of the bar with two more behind her, all carrying bowls of something hot with swirling steam evaporating into the air above them. “little somethin’ from the dining hall to keep you fuckers from puking your guts out.”
everyone whoops and hollers as whatever it is gets set down, plated, and offered out. your tummy growls upon realizing that it was your favorite — tteokbokki. tasty, chewy rice cakes buried underneath a thin layer of cheese and a spicy, thick sauce covering it all. you like to lay at least four to five of them on a spoon and slurp them all up at once. “mm,” you hum happily as you chew, adoring the sticky feel of the rice cakes glueing to the grooves of your teeth.
“that good?” jesse teases.
“the yummiest.”
throughout the night you spend some of it talking and reminiscing with jesse, babysitting your drink, and occasionally getting up to dance when offered a hand from another one of your friends. it’s fun. this . . this is what gives you the motivation to keep living. knowing there’s another day to smile and drink and laugh and eat with some of the people you care for most. your heart can’t help but feel full about two hours in and you’re seated at the far end of the bar, new bowl of hot tteokbokki in front of you with a glass of cold water on the side.
you had started to feel a little woozy only about half of your moonshine in. jesse mumbled something about how you were a ‘lightweight.’
you’re slurping two rice cakes between the pucker of your lips when someone slides into the seat two down from yours and you’re chewing when you look up — meeting eyes with ellie who had reached over to the other side of the bar to grab a flask buried underneath where the top half of the counter protrudes out. “he always keeps the good shit to himself,” she mumbles, sparing you a quick glance. “can i count on you not to tell?”
you swallow slowly, fixated on the almost pellucid, jade green of her eyes. you nod.
“hm.” she opens it, takes a swig, and winces as she gulps it down. you catch sight of her holding what looks like a small, brown stick between her fingers. “fuck, that’s strong.”
she takes about two more before placing the flask where it properly belongs. more quietly, almost timidly, you go back to eating, watching her pull the stick up to her lips, inhale, then seconds later after holding it in, thick billows of smoke pour out from her nostrils.
oh.
you want to smack yourself for being so silly. a joint.
the two of you sit in silence for a while. you eat and she smokes.
the corner where you both sit in is dimmer than the rest of the room where everyone had been mostly dancing now, swaying and rocking to the slow beat of what you recognize as the floater’s float on.
“you don’t really come to these things, no?”
it takes you a moment to recognize that ellie had been talking to you, motioning to the atmosphere of the function. “hm?” your eyes widen. “uh, no . . yeah, no. not really.”
one of her legs dangles to the floor while the other foot steps on the ledge provided underneath the counter. her elbow is jutted out towards you with that same hand on her thigh. ellie takes another slow drag of her joint, eyes almost drilling a hole into your face. her gaze is intense, makes you want to melt into the floor where you sit. “mm, why not?”
you give a slow shrug.
“we’re not good enough for jackson’s princess?”
ellie watches your face closely. watches how you your big, doe eyes get all large again, how your face slowly begins to smoothen over with offense taken. good.
“what? no — that’s not it a-at all, what? i jus’ . . i don’t go out. that has nothing to do with anyone.”
ellie chuckles. it’s low and deep, putatively emerging from within the furthest parts of her throat. “alright, alright,” she holds one hand out in yield. “my bad.”
she can tell that she hit you where you didn’t like it. you look back down at your bowl, eyebrows furrowed and — oh, look at that. your glossy bottom lip is jutted out just the tiniest bit . . . you’re fucking pouting.
ellie can’t help but feel her heart give a tight, little twist. “sorry,” she tells you softly, reaching a hand across the counter to get your attention, bending her neck slightly to meet your eyes. “hey, ‘m sorry. didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
“you didn’t,” you grumble.
“mhm.” ellie lets her eyes cart down the length of your arm to your fingers that grab hold of your glass of water to bring up to your lips. your fingernails are painted — of course they are. trimmed and filed neatly and laminated with a glittery, pinkish nude shade. and you wear rings . . all gold. one on your index, a twisted band. two on your ring, one that holds a pink stone and a simple band on the higher crease of it. and one on your pinkie, heart shaped.
she watches you swallow a few gulps of water before setting the glass back down, tries not to focus to much on how the spiciness of the rice cakes had your lips all plump and flushed more bright and now the water has them all glazed and sleek. looks like you’ve been kissed within every inch of your life — pure debauchery.
“you’re a bit of a brat, yeah?”
ellie, once again, catches you by complete surprise. you gape, “. . . excuse me?”
the freckle faced girl shrugs, taking another pull, “you’re like,” her voice sounds choked as she tries to speak while holding the smoke inside of her chest. “you’re spoiled . . get everything you want . . . a spoiled brat.” she speaks in a matter-of-fact tone, as if stating the sky was blue or how the ocean’s cold.
your heart feels like it’s galloping in your chest. the longest conversation you’ve had with ellie williams and she’s insulting you left and right. “i am not spoiled. and i am not a brat. what—“ you stop yourself. you have to.
ellie can’t help but let a lazy little smile start to lift her lips as she watches you close your eyes, inhale a deep breath, and blow it out calmly.
“what is your problem?” you ask more quietly.
“don’t have one. jus’ askin’ questions.”
“well, your questions suck.”
“mm, in your opinion.”
ellie will be honest . . . she thinks that the longer she pushes your buttons, the more fun this night gets. you’re . . cute. it’s entertaining. “you’re sitting here . . at a bar . . dressed in a frilly, pink dress, hair and make up done, smelling like . .” ellie sniffs in your general direction. “f-fucking coconuts? . . i mean, c’mon. you’re a spoiled fuckin’ terror.”
you’re quiet, letting her words sink in . . admiring her body language. no longer is she sitting forward, she’s turned towards you, practically leaned into the seat that separates you both. you know what she’s doing — trying to get a reaction out of you. and you don’t know why, but you’re not opposed to her attention . . not at all ( thinks it has something to do with remnants of the moonshine still rippling through the lines of your veins ). to push it even further, you want more.
and so you turn towards her, tilt your head just the slightest bit, and softly ask, “. . . are you flirting with me, ellie?”
it’s funny how she clams up. how her face goes the reddest you’ve ever seen, how she chokes on the last pull of her joint, and adds some distance between you both.
yeah . . .
you turn back forward and smile into your bowl of lonely, floating rice cakes, astonished with how you even managed to gather up the courage to do what you had just done. it’s warranted, you tell yourself while listening to her clear her throat and hiccup as she slams her fist into her own chest.
a few tensed seconds of silence pass. despite your brave performance, you’re scared to look up at ellie to catch the aftermath of her composure. the chair beside you creaks as it turns. your spine pulls taut when ellie slides into it to sit beside you. up close, she smells like weed and pine. strong and earthy. you close your eyes and inhale a slow breath, still not picking your head up.
ellie takes another long drag. up close, you can hear when her soft lips wrap around the joint and when they pull away from it as she releases the smoke. “and if i was?” her voice is low . . teetering a bit on playful. “thought you were jesse’s girl.”
oh.
oh . . .
you pull your head up to look at her. you think this is the closest you two have been in physical contact since you’ve met. her lips are pretty . . oval in shape and a faded, almost unnoticeable pink shade in tone. nose a straight downward slope and slender. you blow out a soft breath through your own, “and if i was?”
ellie’s lids fall halfway into her eyes and she gazes into yours beneath her lashes, “tell me you are and i’ll back off.”
you smile — little, confident mask finally falling and you look away, all sheepish and sweet. that’s all the answer ellie needs right there. “. . thought dina was your girl.”
“she’s not,” ellie shakes her head then licks her lips. “never have been and likely never will be.”
you acknowledge her words with a simple ‘hm’ and sit back against your stool, looking across the room where jesse stood by a booth with cat, maintaining a conversation with her withal sporadically glancing over at you then ellie, face smoothening over into an expression unreadable.
you look away.
back at ellie.
up close, you can see how light brown freckles not only mist the surface of her face, but her arms and legs, too. what’s more, you notice a sunspot or two, plastered upon the hill of her shoulder and another on her thigh, just above her knee. languidly, keenly, you let your eyes drag up the length of her neck, taking heed of her holeless earlobe, how when she folds her lips inside of her mouth, the action causes a slight dimple in her left cheek to crater. ellie’s . . . pretty. she’s always been so, so pretty to you.
“does joel know that you smoke?”
she turns her head back toward you. your question makes her eyes glimmer with amusement. she doesn’t smile though — not too hard. “does joel . . know that i smoke?” she repeats just underneath her breath, lazily bringing the joint back up to her lips. she never answers you, just fixes you with a stare rich and dense enough to make your entire body heat up as she takes an especially long pull.
you shake your head, idly, giggling a bit, “you’re bad.”
ellie makes sure to turn her head to blow the smoke away from you — away from your pretty face and your pretty dress and your pretty everything. “oh, i’m bad?”
“you are,” you nod and laugh a bit harder.
finding the joint almost touching the cushions of her fingers, ellie stubs it out, licking her lips while murmuring, “yeah, i can show you bad.”
“ellie!”
both of your attention is caught by dina who has her arm flapping in the air above her head. she’s on the other side of the room, beside a few more people you recognize as jason, naiya, and michael, who were all huddled in a booth. “come look at this shit! michael has even more of those hero trading cards than you!”
“load of bullshit,” ellie clicks her tongue and shakes her head, sliding to the edge of her seat to place a foot flat on the floor. “oh, uhm,” she turns back towards you, eyes focused somewhere below you both and to the side. her jaw tenses as she, plausibly, tries to find the proper words to say. “ ‘m free after my patrol tomorrow . . and i know you work the stables on sundays so . . .”
she’s already taking a few steps backward, hands shoved awkwardly in the deep pockets of her cargos. you know what she’s implying — knows that she’s . . asking you out in her own ellie type of way but . . you want her to say it. you drop your chin onto the palette of your interlocked fingers, nodding with interest. “oh, yeah?”
ellie stops, huffs a little sound between a scoff and a groan, and throws her head back. what a little pest, she can’t help but think. had she known you would be this much of a tease and taunter, she would’ve came at you with an entirely different approach. “y’know what? fuck it — ‘m picking you up from your assignment tomorrow. you can wear your . . dresses or skirts or whatever,” a tint of roseate spans across the area of her nose as she rubs the back of her neck and looks at your hands, your arms, your neck, your hair — everywhere but into your eyes. “but, where we’re going, you’re going to need a change of clothes.”
you giggle and drop your hands into your lap. “okay, ellie,” you utter softly. your heart feels like it’s quivering within your chest.
“okay?”
“mhm.”
she smirks a bit, “alright. i’m gonna,” she motions behind herself prior to spinning on the heels of her shoes. “y-yeah.”
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you can hardly sleep that same night.
cruelly, your mind fights to conjure up the encounter and hang out invitation from ellie as a dream, or rather, more of a nightmare if going by how your heart dropping at the simple thought of it all being a tale or lie made you feel. you find yourself smiling as you eat breakfast come the next morning, giggling gently to yourself as you walk to the stables come nine am to begin your task, and even blushing as you find the end of your shift nearing.
you proud yourself on keeping your cool for when you finally see ellie again, seated upon a trotting shimmer with a faded, weathered dad cap worn backwards on her head holding golden woven strands of auburn back. she’s smiling a little bit when shimmer comes to a stop at the stable’s exit gate where you stand, crossed arms leaning on the upper bar and chin plopped upon those. it’s hot again today — you have to squint a little to make out the charming lines that etch out her face.
“hey,” she greets smoothly, voice thick and deep. “you ready?”
you nod your head slowly. “mhm.”
she repeats that lowly, “mhm? yeah? c’mon up here then.”
you squeak a little as you place the left sole of your boot upon the thick wood of the gate to further hoist yourself up to climb upon shimmer with the help of ellie’s forearm. “oof!” you huff a breath when you’re all settled behind her, butt sliding further down in the saddle so that your thighs are cradling ellie’s slim hips.
“you good?” she asks, angling her head over her shoulder to look at you. “comfy?”
“ ‘m all good ellie.” you can’t help but feel a little shy. last night, you both had only sat beside one another and that alone had you a mess, today, you both are literally, downright, flat-out touching — thighs to hip, hands to waist, back to front.
“alright.”
exiting the walls always has you tensing up. you find that your hands start to shake, your neck gets a little sweaty, and you can’t help but snap your head left and right over your shoulders as if a swivel was joined to the pinnacle of your spine. “stop worrying,” ellie had sung quietly, steering shimmer into a brisk jogtrot through an array of trees and bushes, pushing toward where you know an abandoned town resides about an hour east. “i’m not gonna let anything bad happen to you.”
her words evokes memories of the first time she had saved your life . . . only about ten months back. you had been too preoccupied with finding a necklace on the ground of the radio tower you were sent to go patrol on — simply been a pretty seashell linked upon a piece of thick twine, but you found it precious. bending down to pick it up and dropping your flashlight from inside the pocket of your jacket had alerted a runner from inside one of the closed booths. by the time it had got done pounding down the glass door down to fly out at you, ellie had emerged from only heaven’s know where and fired two bullets within the runner’s skull before it could make three steps toward you.
unconsciously, you fist the fabric of the ratty, old baseball jersey she wore tighter. “i know,” you respond softly. “. . you seem to always do.”
ellie scoffs a little snort, “why wouldn’t i? . . . your mom . . maria, tommy — they would all fuckin’ kill me.”
you inhale a sharp, scandalized gasp, “that’s the only reason why?”
she laughs — it’s a cute, loud thing composed of more breath and snickers than anything. “no, no. sorry, ‘m sorry . . . i’d save you ‘cause you’re cute, too.”
you roll your lips inside of your mouth to keep from grinning too hard, “yeah, i bet.”
when you let ellie’s words sink in — like, really sink in . . ‘i’m not going to let anything bad happen to you,’ you find that when you relax, when you place your trust and safety within the cups of the girl’s hands . . . riding through the woods with ellie is nice. listening to the tweeting of birds, shimmer’s clamoring hooves, the gentle sound of ellie’s humming, seeing the silvers of gleaming sunlight peer out through ragged slashes of branches and foliage . . being surrounded by greenery — it’s nice. you sigh an easy, serene sound through your nose, closing your eyes, then tilt your head up towards the sky. “ellie?”
“hm?”
you hesitate to say, inarguably, ask what you want to ask. and ellie doesn’t push, she stays quiet, waiting for you patiently which allows you extra time to gather up the courage and question, “what made you think that jesse and i were together?”
it’s a few moments of silence — quite honestly, you thought she hadn’t heard you given how lightly you asked the question, however, when she gives a little chuckle, you think you feel your ears perk to listen. “uhm,” she starts lowly. “i dunno, you both . . have always been close, yeah?”
“mhm.”
“and, i mean . . on patrols, he’d bring you up like — all the time. when everyone’d get the day off, you two would spend the whole day together and ’s jus’ . .” ellie shrugs. the longer she talks, the more the tone of her voice dries, as if the topic of the conversation had been draining every emotion out of her. she pauses again for a moment, this time to huff a little laugh again only this one was much more forced. “. . i don’t — i’m not . . . listen, ( ♡ ), i jus’ didn’t want to step on any toes.”
you take in what she says — every word, every unspoken emotion. you understand it all, because you’ve thought the same between her and dina. it’s as if the two of them gravitated towards one another when ellie had first moved to jackson and became inseparable ever since. be that as it may, you recognize that it’s not dina who’s holding onto ellie right now as you ride horseback to a location only she knows, but you. and it’s not jesse who’s shoulder you’ve been uncontrollably blushing into for the last ten minutes, but ellie’s.
maybe it was by this logic that had you timidly admitting, “. . . i’ve always thought you were pretty, ellie.”
you want to giggle at how hard you feel her body tense up. how shimmer gives a little snort and grunt when ellie’s heels dig into her ribs and as she murmurs and quickly tries to force herself relax again, “o-oh, shit. 'm sorry, shim’ . . m-my bad,” she shushes shimmer’s whines prior to clearing her throat. this whole time she had been leveling her turned head to talk to you more easily without raising neither of your voices — the angle had gave you a nice view of her cheeks. now, her head is now straightforward . . and in the vein of last night, you bet her face is as red as a rose. “y-you can’t jus’ . . say shit like that, oh my god.”
bashfully, you whisper an ‘okay.’
ellie’s quiet again . . . it’s nothing but the rustling of leaves and shimmer’s clopping hooves until she utters,
“honestly . . i’ve always thought that you were fucking breathtaking.”
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it’s edging into about an hour and a half when ellie finally makes it to you guys’ destination. somewhere that included having shimmer guide you both over hilltops and trails and through a riverbed until a thick wall of vines and bushes are opening up into a gorgeous waterfall and lake big enough to fit at least half of jackson. you gasp, having to tilt your head to look above you both at the gorgeous cascade of loud, rushing water pouring down the edge of a cliff, shrouded with thick mats of moss along almost the entirety of it.
“ellie?!”
you can’t hop off of shimmer fast enough to hurry to the lake where tiny schools of white crappies and sunfish had waded and swum about through the crystalline water. draping over the waterfall, practically dripping into the lake were long stems of creeping jenny, a plant you’ve only seen in one of your many, many horticulturist magazines, a plant you’ve been dying to see in person since you got into gardening. the entire sight had been something out of a movie.
tying shimmer up after letting her have a drink, ellie walks over to stand beside you, smiling gently at your marveling expressions. “you like it?”
as if her voice had broken you out of a daydream, you snap your head to her to look into her eyes and give tiny, eager nods. “yes — oh my god, yes. this is beautiful. i love it, ellie.”
she lets you walk around the perimeter of the lake, ooh’ing and ahh’ing over a new fish you’d see or a pretty flower while she picks a nice location a few feet away from the edge to take off her pack, kneel down and unzip it to pull out a blue and white gingham blanket. while she unpacks, you kick off your shoes and socks, walk to the shallow edge of the lake and dip your feet in. “w-waaah!” it’s freezing, as expected, but after having been sweating your skin off for the past week, you quickly adjust. “how did you find this place?”
“uh — me and joel . . there’s another little town about twenty miles from here . . has a mall we stopped by at.”
when you look over your shoulder, when you see that a picnic was part of this surprise too . . you can’t help but cover your sweltering cheeks as ellie waves you over. “c’mere.”
you’re pouting when you carefully sit down beside her, feeling your heart squeeze and inflate almost painfully at the cute, little heart shaped sandwiches, containers of plump, ripe berries, and fresh salads. “ellie,” you’re mewling, pleasantly surprised — feeling so many emotions than you knew what to do with. “i’ve never had anyone do this for me . . thank you.”
“stop it,” she grumbles, turning her hat around the proper way to tip the brim downwards. “it’s not like you don’t deserve it.”
ellie lets you eat until your heart’s content, only having a sandwich and few strawberries herself due to her unable to keep from staring at how cute you appeared when you took a bite almost too big that had your cheeks fattening up at the crests and eyes squinting into pretty demilunes, all in effort to make you chew slower and swallow. in a way, it is hard for her to believe that the two of you were together and alone . . . finally. she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t thought of this exact date with you since her and joel had stumbled upon the waterfall, would be an even bigger liar if she said the feelings that had been growing for you over the past six years only to continuously be stomped down are now raging inside of her without an anchor to stop them.
when you giggle and relay little stories about your childhood before the outbreak, ellie wants to hold you. when you tell her about the death of your father and sibling happening right in front of you and your mother’s eyes, she wants to never let go. when you lighten back up with a smile, turning the subject to flowers and plants — gushing to her about your favorites as your eyes literally fucking sparkle and shine . . . ellie thinks, wait, no, she knows that she wants to kiss you.
and ellie has never been the one to hide how she feels — her face a constant betrayer in persistently revealing her true emotions. when she hears your words die out on your tongue mid sentence, how your glossed lips split open a bit, and your eyebrows relax . . she knows that you saw.
“what?” you had asked sweetly, head tilting in just the cutest fucking way. “do i . .” you touch your lips with your fingertips as ellie inhales a breath between her teeth and quickly looks away. “do i have something on my face?”
“no,” ellie shakes her head. “no. you’re fine.” you’re perfect.
you hum. “. . . wanna get in the lake with me?”
ellie doesn’t think you’d let her refuse.
emerging your bodies in the water feels like pure bliss. the lake is deeper than you think, you have to keep yourself afloat by continuously swaying your arms in and out as you wade about . . curiously inching toward a fish only for it to bolt away. the third time it happens, you giggle, going to turn to show ellie only to see nothing but the water surrounding you. “. . ellie?”
you turn again, thinking you heard a shuffle behind you though . . nothing. “. . . ellie?”
your heart rate slowly begins to quicken in pace the longer you try to look for her, only to find her gone. you start to think about the dangers that surround you, the dangers that may have gotten her, how you’re going to live knowing you’d never know what happened to her when suddenly you feel something clasp around your ankle underwater.
you scream — it’s a loud, shrill shriek of terror that easily rivals the waterfall’s volume as you fight to wriggle whatever it is that has you and swim to the edge to get out of the lake . . only when you’re about two wades away, you hear the sound of someone or thing emerging from the water, a gasp and then loud, familiar laughter.
“are you kidding me!”
ellie’s laughing so hard that soft pearls of tears slide out of the crinkled outer edges of her eyes. “oh, f-fuck . . oh fuck!”
you pull your arms back and jolt them forward to send a hard, big splash right into her face, however, if anything, that only seems to make her laugh harder. “ellie, that wasn’t funny!”
“f-f-fuck,” she’s wheezing, reaching for the ledge of the lake. “o-oh my god, i think i have to pee.”
you’re pouting, arms folded, horribly embarrassed.
“the way you screamed.”
still, in spite of her laughing at your fear and mocking your little scream, you can’t help but focus on how beautiful she looks with her hair wet and pushed back off of her face, flat on her head, exposing the flawless perfections of her features. from her freckles, to her high, angled cheekbones, her thick, dark eyebrows and the little scar etched vertically down across the tail of the right one, splitting it into two. you’re nibbling on your bottom lip, staring at ellie with this dreamy . . faraway look in your eye and — really. you’re making this hard for her, so, so fucking hard.
you both don’t know when you drift towards one another, but you do. you wade with each other in the middle of the cold lake, beside the waterfall and you stare at ellie . . waiting for her to do what you’ve been wanting her to do to you for the past six years and ellie smirks, she smirks like she knows exactly what you’re thinking and shakes her head the slightest bit. “you don’t even know what you’re doin’ to me half the time,” she mumbles, eyes closed and face angled away as she rubs the corner of her eye.
“hm?”
ellie sighs, “. . stop it.”
you don’t get it. “stop what?”
she groans, throwing her head back, “stop . . s-stop making me want to . . . stop it, ( ♡ ).”
you push a little closer, until only about two inches of space separate you both. it’s a bold move — you’ve been making plenty of bold moves over these last couple hours but, coming to terms with the person ellie is . . you know she isn’t one to jump all into something without a little nudge to show her that it’s okay. so, again, you ask her gently, eyes peering up to hers through your pretty lashes, “stop what?”
ellie sighs out through her nose, head angled a bit to the side and downwards and a little simper plays on the curve of her lips. she’s breaking down, and she knows that you know. still . . .
you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.
the world seems to silence around you both. neither of you hardly even hear the loud sound of rushing water anymore. it’s simply you . . and ellie. ellie and you.
ellie closes what little space resides between you both until your chests are touching and your noses are only about a silver apart. you watch her eyes grow heavy when she finally allows herself to gaze down at your lips — plump, glossed, and pretty and allow yourself to do the same . . admiring the captivating shape of hers. “jus’ . . double checking,” ellie mumbles, face inching closer and closer to yours. “you want this, right?”
you nod, voice sounding as if it were lodged in your throat when you say, “uh huh.”
you don’t think she hesitates after that.
because of you both having to stay afloat in the water, she’s unable to take hold of your face the way that she wants to for when she finally smashes her lips into yours, and you’re unable to take hold of her waist the way that you want to to hold on. ellie pushes you though, she swims you backward with your lips moving until the both of you reach a more shallow part of the water where it stops at your waist and your feet are on ground. only then is when she’s able to cradle your face between her calloused hands and kiss you truly the way she wants to.
her lips move fluidly, initially slowly, and she kisses you deeply — has the both of you taking in a little gasp of breath each time your lips separate only to gravitate back for more.
you feel your hands trembling when they go to touch ellie’s forearms. you can feel the shaky tickles of her breaths through her nose intertwining with your own and — oh, she’s nervous, too. sweet ardor and warmth blooms within the expanse of your chest. “ellie.” you mewl her name through the soft, honeyed sound of your lips continuously meeting and leaving and you don’t know why . . . you think it’s you trying to come to terms with this being real as if pinching yourself while dreaming.
she’s here . . right in front of you, kissing you.
and ellie feels the same way — can’t help but chuckle softly on the pillows of your lips which only makes you smile onto hers. “fuck,” she mumbles, prior to leisurely pulling away, still cradling your pretty face between her hands. she admires her work . . . your dilated pupils and now-swollen lips. she has no doubt that she probably looks the exact same way.
she had kissed you breathless. you’re still trying to catch it as you let the pad of her thumb touch the delicate skin of your bottom lip. “that was good, right?” she asks, gentle, green eyes finally snapping back up to yours which makes you do the same.
you nod and smile, “. . was perfect.”
ellie’s cheeks go pink, “yeah?” she murmurs. her face is tipping back forward again, you don’t even think she realizes she’s doing it but when you kiss again . . somehow this one just feels even better.
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you fall asleep on the ride back home.
you both had spent the whole day at the waterfall, swimming about, playing water games you hadn’t partook in since you were a child before the outbreak, taking turns trying to scare one another . . kissing, and talking more about each of your lives. it’s no shock as to why ellie finds your chin plopped onto her shoulder and face tucked into her neck as you give these quiet, wheezy snores, arms draped around her midriff tight. you both had a long day.
aware of the fact that it was rather dangerous to fall asleep on a jogging horse, with anyone else, ellie would have woke the person up with a firm elbow. you, however . . . she makes sure to take both of your arms wrapped around her within one of her own and hold you tight.
“mm,” you’re gently moaning when you hear the loud, ear-grating bellow of jackson’s gate opening, eyelids pushing open the slightest bit to allow as minimal light into your pupils as possible.
ellie gives a gentle squeeze to your hand, “finally back, pretty girl.”
you rub your cheek along the surface of her shoulder, holding onto her tighter when the two of you are allowed entry. the sun had been setting, swirling tones of indigo, pink, and tangerine seamlessly together similar to watercolors on a canvas. you don’t want to let go of ellie yet . . . especially not when shimmer’s granted into the stables which leaves you both needing to unload. “c’mon—“
“—don’ wan’ you to go.”
you could still be delirious on sleep, ellie wants to believe that’s the reason as to your straightforward phrase. albeit, given as your other displays of affection towards her over the last twenty four hours have been candid and square-shooting . . . she knows you’re speaking on a clear mind. “no?” she asks softly, turning her head as far as it can go without hitting yours to look at you whose chin had been plopped upon her shoulder.
your lips are pouted, cheeks smooshed upwards which pushes the fat skin into your eyes, squinting them — fucking precious. “. . . then i won’t.”
ellie climbs off of shimmer first, offering you a hand so that you can jump down beside her and while rubbing your blurry eye, you watch her grab her backpack, holster it on then take the saddle off of shimmer’s back. she clicks her tongue, leading the horse into her designated stall by her bridle, “there we go. good girl.”
you both are walking past the market center, steps inching into the housing district when she says, “only if you’re comfortable with it . . we can head to my place . . watch a movie? play video games? whatever you want.”
looking up at her, admiring the soul-stirring aspect of the dying sunlight kissing the expanse of her skin, lightening her eyes into two, identical jewels of lucid sage — you look away, lean a little closer her way to bump your shoulder into her arm and nod. “movie, please?”
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over the course of the next two months, you and ellie find yourselves virtually joined at the hip.
the only time you two aren’t seen with one another is when she, perpetually day-by-day, has to go on patrol. irregardless of such, when she comes back, she’s immediately in search for you to relieve you from your own tasks — taking you on another date outside the walls to overgrown botanical gardens and abandoned boutiques, inviting you back to her place when the both of you are in desperate needs of naps and quiet, sometimes simply grabbing you by the hand and pulling you towards the direction of your own house to the backyard where your pretty garden resides . . . and when finally asked why, she had only given you a little shrug, murmuring something about ‘watching you garden ‘s jus’ peaceful to me, i dunno.’
for the first couple weeks, there isn’t a single doubt within either of your minds that you were the star topic of jackson’s news. never really any judgmental stares — only knowing little smirks and chuckles when a resident would happen to see the two of your hands intertwined as you walk along side of a trail or seated upon a porch. it had made you smile . . made ellie huffy and flustered though you supposed, then and now, that any other reaction from her would’ve plainly been abnormal.
today, for what is strangely only the second or third time, the both of you find yourselves in your bedroom on a particular, dragging saturday afternoon.
ellie’s patrol got clipped a little short and your own job of being on the dining hall’s staff went by quicker than you expected. the both of you had been off by one pm and you finally gotten the chance to badger ellie into playing her guitar for you.
in the wake of your first date, when she had taken you back to her place and the two of you had watched toy story on repeat ( your wishes granted, of course ) and you caught eye of the acoustic six string leaned against the door of her closet, you’ve been practically begging her to hear a song.
for weeks she’s put it off — rudely changing the subject when you’d bring it up, telling you later — you suppose that now she’s finally out of excuses.
she sits upon the cushioned seat of your window’s alcove while tuning the pegs of the guitar and you’re upon your bed, seated upon your haunches. your heart pounds a little bit harder at the pretty picture ellie makes . . dressed in a pair of tight fitted, dark washed skinny jeans and a short sleeved, cranberry red unbuttoned shirt over a plain white camisole. she has another dad cap on today, worn backwards with a few messy strands sticking out from the edges along her smooth forehead.
“ ‘m only gonna play for you, alright?” she smirks, not taking her eyes from gently twisting and thumbing with the pegs. “no singing.”
you whine, body slumping against your mattress. “why not? i’ve seen your journal, you have like a dozen songs—“
without moving her head, she flicks her eyes over into yours, “no . . singing.”
“. . . fine,” you mewl, grabbing your stuffed teddy from your pillow to sit upon your lap and hug.
ellie inhales a breath and adjusts her position, moving her arms and positioning her fingers upon the strings along the fret. “ ‘kay,” she whispers with a sniff. “. . let’s see if you know this one, hm?”
the acoustics of your bedroom have the deep strums of the guitar distinctly ringing in your ears. your lips part in amazement watching ellie’s long, nimble fingers press down on and lift off of the necessary strings it takes to play . .
“gabby!” you gasp and giggle when ellie just smiles and continues playing. “by . . the internet! it’s gabby.”
she’s always thoughtlessly humming along to the melody while sketching in her journal or cleaning her guns. you’d recognize the song if it had been an ant singing it a mile away. flawlessly she blends the tune into another number by the band, one a little more upbeat . . one that has you huffing like an angry pufferfish when you can’t figure it out.
ellie’s smiling, tapping her foot to the steady, unchanging rhythm. “c’mon, you know this one.”
“i don’t.”
when she sees you pout, ellie can’t help but give you a hint . . a tiny one. she murmurs a lyric underneath her breath, head tilting left and right to aid you in the right direction. “i know she wanted . . .”
“. . somethin’,” your eyes brighten with realization. “lovin’, goin’, all the way — just go with it!”
she hums, giving you a nod, “think i’m in the presence of the smartest girl in the world.”
for only heaven knows how long, this game you two play keeps the both of you entertained. ellie finds a new song to play and makes you guess and you get most of them right — most of them. when you’re wrong, she’d hum a short lyric, panning you to the correct answer and . . it’s fun.
you know it’s not the game that makes your blood feel like burning honey racing through your veins to your heart to make the muscle inflate and flutter but ellie . . . day by day, hour by hour, second by second, the feeling seems to intensify when you’re with her. makes you want to scream and gnaw your teeth into whatever’s closest to you, yet . . right now, you settle for squeezing your teddy tighter within your small hands.
and of course, ellie notices . . . she always does. leaning her guitar against the chipped, laminated wood of your vanity, ellie’s eyes zero in on yours and she starts to frown, dark eyebrows pulling in close. you’ve grown quiet — too quiet. “what’s wrong?”
you shake your head, swallowing the knotted lump in your throat.
ellie leans in, legs spread wide, one hand on her knee and the other on her waist. bluntly, she tells you, “you’re lying.”
you shake your head once more and wave her closer, “e-ellie, c’mere.”
she doesn’t waste another second. standing to cross the short distance from the window nook to take a seat down upon your bed and face you, ellie cups your face within her left palm, her own softening with turmoil. you lean into her touch like a kitten starved, grabbing hold of her wrist with both of your hands. “you can talk to me, yeah?” she whispers, lowering her head when you shift your eyes downwards to establish eye contact with you once more. “what’s goin’ on with my girl, huh?” she thought you two were having fun.
when you sniffle — all alarms within ellie’s head seems to blare. are you crying? fuck, you’re crying — shit, why are you crying? what the fuck did she do?
“i jus’ . .” when you speak, your voice is soft and croaky and ellie just wants to die. never has she seen you cry before . . she loathes how this is making her feel. “i don’t want . . . this — us . . to . . change.”
“i know n-nothing is forever and, hm, especially now given . . how the world is but, i think . . . when ‘m with you . . none of that matters and . . you make me feel really, really . . . happy? and . . good and safe and warm and,” you sniffle again, dragging your forearm over your eyes. “i guess ‘m jus’ saying that i like you . . a lot — maybe too much . . . an’ ‘m sorry for crying but i jus’ feel very overwhelmed and i hope you don’t think ‘m crazy.”
with your ending comes trembly breaths and silence from ellie. you don’t want to look up in fear of seeing feelings of disregard and unreciprocated affection swimming shallowly within those eyes of light green you’ve come to adore — think it’ll quite honestly shatter your heart into a million, unmendable pieces. you hiccup and clutch your teddy closer at the sheer thought.
but ellie . . ellie makes you lift your head up so that your eyes can connect with hers . . . and she’s smirking. she wears a sort of cheeky, little grin on her face that makes you feel a burn spread across your nose bridge to your cheeks. “you fuckin’ sap,” she murmurs. “c’mere.”
she pulls you in close and kisses you.
and you’ve kissed ellie a bunch over these past few weeks — over and over. neither of you can’t ever seem to get enough.
having said so, this kiss feels . . different. and be it as it may, your previous, ardor-rooted rant or the past two thousand and one hundred ninety nine days of tension leading to this one in particular being the reason for such, you don’t know. but, you feel it when her hand slides down to your throat, then back up so that she can grab you underneath your jaw firmly and keep you still. usually, she kisses you slowly . . with finesse and lazy pecks — this time, she’s not allowing you to catch up.
you hum and drop your stuffie to knock her hat off and slide your fingers through silky, auburn tufts. ellie squeezes your throat just the tiniest bit harder and your last breath jumps. “e-ellie.” your voice pitches a higher octave when ellie pushes herself forward which causes you to fall back upon your mattress.
you two are a mess.
the sounds that bounces off of your four walls are nothing short of provocative. syrupy, wet noises of your lipgloss smearing across the both of your moving lips, rustling clothes and comforters, short hums, shuddering breaths, and soft whispers.
your tongue delves inside of ellie’s mouth when hers do yours. you taste sharp mint and light weed and it’s — intoxicating. nothing short of rousing that has the ends of your nerves electrifying and your legs slowly widening to allow her hips extra space. “i can’t stop . .” ellie whispers through a breath, taking hold of your wrist and pinning it beside your head to the bed. her voice sounds the slightest bit whiny. “c-can’t fuckin’ — why is it so hard for me to stop?”
you whimper and intertwine your legs around her waist as if honeysuckle on a wire. “then don’t,” you respond with bated breath, gazing up into her eyes. “i don’t want you to.”
ellie’s eyebrows are angled low and her lips are pulled into a straight line. she looks angry. “don’t want me to?”
you move your head from left to right slowly, “. . nuh uh.”
then that’s all she needs. she kisses you once more, fighting to use the toe of her right shoe to kick it off of her foot then again to the other. when you hear the topple of them falling onto your hardwood flooring, you seem to melt deeper into the springs of your mattress, loosening your limbs for when ellie decides to take both of your wrists and pin them down while tracing a sticky line of kisses from the column of your throat to your tits that sit up nice and full within the bustier of your white, lace, babydoll mini dress.
“so fuckin’ pretty,” she’s mumbling upon the warmth of your skin, letting your wrists go to trace quivering fingers up the outsides of your thighs to your hips, lifting your dress up. “always look so fuckin’ pretty.”
you help her take it off by lifting up and tossing it over your head when she pulls it. with the dress gone, it leaves you in a simple, salmon pink bra and matching pantie that had been white, printed with salmon colored roses with a lace border and tiny ribbon in the middle.
ellie kneels before you — the both of you still softly panting — and her eyes go a little wide as her eyebrows lift . . then she rakes both of her hands through her hair. the expression is indecipherable.
“w-what?”
she shakes her head. “nothing . . nothing, ‘s jus’,” she swallows. “fuck.”
she’s kissing you again and you smile upon her lips, draping your arms across the back of her neck. “jus’ sweet and soft all over, aren’t you, baby?”
her words makes an array of chill bumps rise along the surface of your skin. her tone is what makes a sudden rush of arousal surge out of you and dampen the crotch of your panties.
it’s a tone she rarely ever pulls out — you’ve heard it only once or twice. when wanting to test out her gun, she had only given you a head shake and little sidle of your name upon noticing your hand reaching for it. a little, ‘don’t . . you fuckin’ dare’ when you had tried it again a few days later. it makes her voice fall about an octave lower . . you want to snivel each time you hear it.
“ellie.” you huff a little breath of cute vexation, little body squirming under hers.
“what?” she whispers within the crook of your neck where her teeth sinks into a slather of flesh there, irritating a blood vessel for just a moment so that a blooming, bruise of dark wine can flourish. “what is it?” she sucks at that same bruise to darken the hue and your words die out on your tongue.
your voice is tinier when you whimper an, ‘oh god,’ heels of your feet pressing into the backs of her thighs to keep her close.
cute. ellie gives you another and another until she’s satisfied with the splotches of mauve and plum tatted all across your neck and chest.
it’s fascinating for her to see that when she finally pulls away from you to hover above, your eyes have glassed over and shine viscid and your little tongue moves against the roof of your mouth idly. it’s a face that ellie has only seen a few times before on an ex girlfriend — can’t help but find the expression that much sweeter and precious on you though. “s-shit,” and she giggles, grabbing you by the face to squeeze your cheeks in just the slightest bit. “got you dumb already? that fast?”
you sniffle and try to shake your head but ellie’s not buying it, not even for a second.
“mhm,” she hums and reaches underneath you to unhook your bra with a simple flick of her finger. “gotta see you, mama . . all of you.”
you allow her to pull it off and she gives a fond sigh at the sight when it’s thrown onto the floor by you both. pretty all over. your tits are warm and soft in the mountings of her palms when she cups them. curiously, she pushes them up a bit to roll the globes in nice, broad circles and watches your eyes close as you inhale a sharp, little breath and tense with the motion. “mmm.”
her thumbs slide across the textured skin of your areolae to the soft buttons of your nipples. you want to explode with embarrassment when she slowly starts to thumb with the precious nubs . . flicking and circling them about like controller nobs yet can only settle for throwing one arm over your blushing face. “ellie.”
she chuckles, soft and low, “cute.”
you feel the gentle, warm puffs of her breath against the swell of your tit before her tongue, nevertheless each sensation makes you give a little cry.
only after giving it a tender kiss, the entire breadth of the warm, pink muscle flattens over your right nipple prior to her wrapping her soft, full lips around it and giving the skin a nice, hard, singular suck that has the flesh popping free from her mouth with a loud bop’ing sound. your mouth drops open around a gape, chin tilting downwards to watch her pretty fingers dimple the dough of your breast between the pads of them to take a firm hold and lazily drag her tongue ‘round and ‘round the bud until it erects and glistens with her saliva.
“oh, god,” you whimper and drop your head back again when she suckles it again, this time holding it inside longer before releasing it again with a gruff, little laugh.
“oh, fuck, that’s precious,” she murmurs just shy of a breath. when she repeats the same act to your left, you think you feel the sap of your desire leaking out from your little hole trickle down the seam of your ass. you feel like a mess. your mind’s hazy and your tongue feels too thick for your mouth. the room’s air has gone thick and muddied with too much carnality and yearning than you could ever bear and — oh, you think. she’s going to literally fucking destroy me.
because ellie doesn’t look anywhere close to being done. her eyes have darkened, leaving behind two, murky pearls of emerald and — really, honestly you want to beg her to take it easy on poor you, show a little mercy.
unexpectedly, briskly, as if a passing thought ellie hadn’t realized she put into action until it was already done — her index and middle fingers slide on either side of your nipples to slot the nub inside the space between them and she squeezes them together with a little pull upwards added in the mix.
the action is so sudden and quick and your . . response is equally as shocking that the both of you are caught off guard. “a-awe!”
“shit,” ellie murmurs, eyes protruding wide. she’s unsure if your reaction was good or not. “ ‘m sorry, baby.” she leans down and lends each one a tender peck. “i‘m sorry.” she’s aware that it’s going to take some time to become acquainted with your body. that isn’t a fact she’s nescient to and she wants you to tell her what you want — what you’d like and what you wouldn’t prefer, regardless of what you think her own reaction would be.
taking her aback, “n- no, no,” you grab hold of her pinkie and ring finger within your fist, eyes wide and soft. “felt . . felt good, ellie. really.”
her eyebrows twitch upwards in interest as she begins to smile, “yeah? you liked it?”
“mhm.”
good to know. she pushes downward, inhaling your sweet scent of roses and clean linen on the way — fuck, how did she get so lucky with you? — kissing a mole there, a tiny scar there, then, “legs up.” she pats your thighs and slowly, you grab hold of the back of your knees, pulling them up toward your chest.
in this position, you’re exposed — everything out for ellie to see. she wants to coo upon seeing the damp patch that spans from the crotch of your panties down to the bottom of your ass. the sticky cotton squishes with moist sounds when she touches you with a single finger. “all this for me?” she can’t help but feel a little touched. how sweet.
you cover your face sheepishly though give a cute nod, feeling one of ellie’s fingers hook inside your little panties to pull them to the side. “oh shit,” the auburn’s eyes glaze over. “look at that.”
your pussy is, quite plainly, a work of fucking art. a fine dusting of curly hairs varnish your mound and lips, softer than satin. ellie has to pull them open with her thumbs to see and have access to your little clit, already hardened and throbbing with carnal frustration, begging for some sweet attention and care. and when she splits the lips right below it open . . she’s sure she’s met heaven, finally.
sweet, dahlia pink, bordered by a darker rouge.
it’s as if she’s pulling back layers and layers that had constantly became sweeter and sweeter until she reaches the center which is not only that precious, sugar coated clit but the hole that oozes your milky essence of bewitching decadence below, as well.
she had wanted to ease you into this — have you breathe, instruct her on what you like step by step, however . . there’s a beat of short, tensed silence and then suddenly, your panties are torn off, flung to the floor and you’re squeaking while ellie has a mouthful of your cunt.
“ellie . . e-ellie!”
she has your hips clutched within the plummets of her hands, securing them to the bed to keep you from moving too much as her tongue delves inside of your core, curling and weaving within your hole to swallow all that you give with satisfied sighs and groans. your taste can only be describe with one word — divine. distantly, ellie thinks she shouldn’t have done this. she doesn’t know when, let alone if, she’d ever want to separate her mouth from you again. you don’t know what you’ve done to her, what you continue to do to her.
your hips buck and her mouth follows, she can’t get enough.
your eyes feel as if they’re stuck within the back of your head. you’ve never experienced a sensation so . . . fulfilling. spending these past few nights letting your stupid, little brain push you through a downwards spiral thinking about ellie and her eyes and her hands and her smile and her tattoo and her lips against yours has left you with only the feel of your own fingers or edge of your pillow — never enough . . too many nights you’ve been left unsatisfied, pussy aching and weeping for something more.
this is perfect. you can’t help but tell her, voice enchantingly broken and quiet as you hold your legs up higher, “ ‘s . . s-so good, ellie,” you gasp and let them go to take hold of her hair in one hand and bite the flesh of your forearm on the other. “f-feels . . so good.”
her eyes lift to yours, wanting to see your face . . needing to see those darling facial indications she’s coming to learn that you’re too shy to proudly display.
popping off of your pussy with a slick puckering sound, ellie then reaches up and grabs your arm to pull it away from your mouth. “ ‘s jus’ us here right?” she whispers, trying to break through that fuzzy little barrier your brain had subjected you to after far too much pleasure being hit on your body back to back. still, ellie waits for you to nod — mom out at the stables, tommy and maria probably at their own home or on patrol, the house was quiet. “then lemme hear you . . stop fuckin’ hidin’ alright?”
you nod, cute nose wrinkling to sniffle, “h-hm, i’ll try.”
“you will.”
her name leaves your mouth through a whine, “ellie.”
“you stop or i stop. ellie’s givin’ you one last time.”
she’s serious. she’s dead fucking serious and you know it. pouting, you tip your head up and down, agreeing to her terms. you stop or she will.
ellie hums with content upon your soft agreement, tracing the pad of her middle finger down the line of your slit where she traces faint, pretty hearts upon your clit, watching your cunt clench and dribble another flow of sweet cream that leaks out your hole and down to the star shaped pucker beneath. “you ever put a finger in or no?”
timidly, you nod, “only one.”
“just one?”
ellie keeps her eyes on your expression when she slowly pushes her middle finger in ‘til the hilt of your warmth. there’s a paining ache between her own legs once she feels how desperately you try to suck her in, how tight you grip around the singular digit as if begging her to not let go. “poor baby,” she hums with a click of her tongue, watching you hiccup and knock your knees together, squishing your cunt between your thighs.
her finger is so much longer than yours — she reaches something that has you seeing stars behind your closed eyelids. “e-ellie, ‘ve never felt—“ your words get lodged within the vessel of your throat once she pulls her finger out halfway then pushes back in ‘til the knuckle. a sound you’ve never heard escapes your mouth — something in the midst of a sob and choke.
“shit, there you go,” ellie mumbles, palming her other hand over your tummy to feel it tremble. “there it is. c’mon.”
she slips in her ring and your trembling thighs compress around her wrist. despite your body’s obvious efforts to get her to take a breather, ellie’s stronger. she starts to stroke her fingers in and out without a single issue and is surprised to hear you finally give a precious, hard, little sob that appears to literally erupt from within the core of your chest. “oh g-god, ellie . . f-fuck.”
you sound so cute — so sweet, she can’t help but chuckle as she rubs your tummy. “so sensitive, baby,” she coo’s softly, watching her fingers reappear soppier and dewier with each pull outside your pussy. “doin’ so good for me though. so . . fuckin’ good.”
when her lips wrap around your clit, gem shelled tears drip off of the lower line of your lashes to roll down your temples. she’s turning you into a mess. a dumb, little mess who can hardly remember her own name. hers is the only thing that rings through your mind when she shoves her fingers in deep and dense within your tiny pussy and flicks them up and down steadily, letting the both of you hear the soppy wetness that resides inside of you — that drips out of you, viscid and thick, piling at her knuckles, dripping down her palm.
her lips pull at your clit prior to her tongue laving across it. she performs a half circle that snaps in to the left midway with the tip of it — ‘e.’ two vertical lines — ‘l’ ‘l.’ another line with a nice kiss to that sensitive little pearl to dot it — ‘i.’ and one more ‘e.’
you’re hers. you’ll always be. you’ve always been. from here on out especially until time defies you both.
your orgasm shocks you both.
you feel it curling cruelly within the root of your tummy the longer she snaps her fingers up and down inside of you. the vulgar, wet sounds blare harsher and — you don’t know what’s going to happen and it starts to scare you. “ellie . .” you’re crying, hiccuping because, still, it feels so good. you don’t know what to do. “els, p-please.”
she starts to thrust them again — in and out, in and out and you’ll never get used to the feeling, neither feeling. ellie’s playing you like her guitar . . tuning and picking and pressing and it’s truly only a matter of time until the cushions of her fingers find the bundle of nerves and flesh angled deep inside you near the roof of your cunt and your release manifests as a sticky spray of wetness.
ellie releases a sharp breath and you squeal — snapping your thighs harder around her arm, fighting to make it stop.
and she’s always been quick-witted, acting on motion instead of brains half the time.
she shoves your legs open and encloses her mouth around your pussy to swallow it all. you can only gape at the audible gulps she gives, body involuntarily twitching as her tongue still occasionally strokes over your clit, gingerly coaxing it from its hood. “oh my god.”
she pulls off with a loud ‘ah!’ . . as if she had gotten done with an entire bottle of water on a hot day and gives a soft smack to your pussy, wiping her chin with her thumb. “fuck,” she pops it in her mouth to suckle what’s left of you. “ that’s fuckin’ good.” when she looks up at you, at your pretty, awe’d face, it’s hard for her to keep from smiling. “. . . i can — i mean, if you want,” she clears her throat, now seemingly bashful. “you wanna taste?”
you do. no delay, you’re reaching for her, grabbing her by the shoulders of her shirt to pull her up and on top of you and earnestly, you kiss her. the flavor that resides on the mat of her tongue can definitely be defined as a tangy-saltiness . . not bad, but it’s ellie underneath that makes you kiss her even deeper, grabbing her in by her waist with your legs and pinning her there. “don’ wan’ you,” you murmur between pecks. “to ever . . leave.”
“i won’t,” ellie’s answer is instant and true. she’s softly snickering, looking all flirty and cute as she knocks your foreheads together, inhaling your exhales and letting you do the same for hers. “i swear . . . i won’t.”
beneath your veins is still a buzzing warmth. you stare at ellie’s lips while weaving her hair between your fingers and she sees it in your eyes that lay half-lidded and hazy. you’re not satisfied, yet — close, but not quite. “you want more?” even so, ellie asks. needs you to tell her outright. “hm?”
your fingers scratch soothingly through her scalp and you’re nibbling on the index nail of the other one before you nod.
ellie licks her lips, “i have this . . . this thing — fuck it, i’ll just show you.”
you watches as she gets up to walk to her backpack that sits on the stool in front of your vanity. propping up on your elbows, your view is just of the back of her as she unzips it, digs around inside, grabs something, and turns back around to display it to you.
“oh.”
your eyes grow wide because in one of her hands in a black harness, completed with long, adjustable, buckle adorned straps and in the other . . is a dark blue, silicone dildo, decorated with jagged, curving veins tracing around the circumference of it and two, firm balls below. it’s about eight inches in length, with a smooth curve upward, and girth fat enough to rival your forearm. you sit further up, staring at the two items wordlessly.
“we obviously don’t have to,” she tells you softly. “i don’t . . wanna pressure you at all—“
you grab onto her wrists when she goes to shove them back inside her bag. “—no, no ellie . . uhm, wait.” your face grows warm. it’s hard to disregard the weird blend of interest and want that bubbles within your chest. “i think . . i wan’ it.”
ellie doesn’t move for a while. her eyebrow raises and eyes run over every single detail of your face — as if she were scanning for even just the slightest display of doubt, however, when she doesn’t find it, “. . you sure?”
“mm,” you nod slowly. “yeah, ‘m positive:”
you are unable to refrain from staring as ellie undresses — dropping her shirt then camisole which leaves her in a plain, black sports bra, jeans quick to follow. freckles, freckles, freckles. they’re everywhere. on the soft mounds of her breasts, the deep etches of her abs, along the smooth, muscled skin of her thighs . . you’re sure your eyes embody the shape of hearts when you see more of them all over her back. “my grandma used to tell me that freckles were products of angel kisses,” you tell her softly with a pretty smile on your face. ellie’s tightening a band on her waist, head angled down to make sure that the strip was to her level of comfort and without lifting it, she looks up at you through her hair . . . staring at you for a moment before huffing a little laugh. she’s blushing.
“you know what? fuck you,” she murmurs with no true intent behind it, listening to you giggle. she’s trying to hide her eyes beneath her bangs. “i swear to god, i’ve never . . blushed this much until i met you. feels like ‘m fuckin’ ten all over again.”
you’re laughing even harder upon realizing something, “w-wait, ellie . . hold on—“
her face goes even more pink as she shakes her head, “—i know what you’re going to ask and no i don’t carry this shit around in my bag everyday, do you think i’m insane?” honestly, coincidentally, when stopping by her place to grab her guitar after her patrol earlier, she had caught eye of the unadorned, austere shoebox buried deep within the back of her closet that held her strap and packed it as a last minute type thing — not that she even planned for all this to happen, however . . the tension brewing between you both these past couple days especially has been palpable. ellie can’t say that she’s really surprised by you guys’ current predicament.
there’s a peachy blush hanging high upon your cheeks when your laughter settles. ellie rolls her eyes, stepping closer to you when the ties of the harness are all pulled tight. “c’mere.”
she lifts your legs up, bending them at the knees for when she climbs upon the bed between them and as opposed to what you had expect, she kisses you delicately. “i want you to tell me if this hurts okay?” she conveys quietly, using her fingers to brush a few loose curls of hair from your face to get a good look at you. heaven shines in your eyes, bright and dazzling. ellie sees the sheer amount of faith and trust you hold within them — faith in her . . that she’ll treat you well, make you feel good.
her heart feels like it’s back flipping. why are you so sweet? so perfect, so kind, so gentle?
you’re her own, personal slice of nirvana and ellie doesn’t ever want to let you go.
smearing a mix of both of your conjoined saliva over the fat head of her cock doesn’t seem like enough lubrication for ellie, albeit, when she dips her fingers inside you — meeting little to no resistance and so . . much . . fucking . . wetness — she thinks that you two should be good.
and you’re eager for her. so fucking eager.
she doesn’t want to tease you for a second longer, so with her eyes fixated upon yours . . hardly even blinking, she sinks in . . . nice and slow.
an array of emotions fall across your pretty face. your eyes immediately snap closed the second the tip pops past the first cord of stubborn muscle — eyebrows push in deep and you whine, all low and pained. “ ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry.” ellie’s going to pull out, however, your quivering thighs are fastening around her hips, keeping her still.
“no. keep going,” you whisper quickly, eyes still shut. “c’mon, els.”
ellie’s wavering between two decisions, frown pulling on her lips. fuck.
even slower, she continues . . half an inch at a time. your thighs are shaking harder and harder, your nails are sinking into the skin of her biceps, and your face . . . ellie isn’t sure she can continue but you’re telling her — hiccuping and whimpering, mumbling about how ‘you’re a big girl . . you can take it.’ you’re killing her.
“fuck this, ‘m pulling out—“
“—if you pull out, i’m goin’ to choke you, ellie.”
“look at your face, you’re in pain. the fuck am i supposed to do?”
“keep going until i say stop—“
it’s an honest to god slip up. ellie had gone to lift up on her knees and pull her cock out of you, contrarily one of them is slipping on your comforter and she ends up burying the last couple inches inside of your stretched pussy with a firm snap of her hips. you gasp, legs fastening so tightly around the auburn’s hips, she’s sure she’s going to be bruised there for the next couple days and ellie curses out a sharp ‘shit!’ “oh, fuck,” she pulls out halfway. “f-fuck, babe, i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry—“
your legs are quite literally pulling her back in as a truly, gorgeous, long moan crawls from the base of your throat. “m-more,” you whimper, turning your flushed face into your pillow. “e-ellie, god, more.”
you feel full of her. so, so full and it’s perfect — better than perfect, incomparable.
you don’t want to open your eyes because you know the picture you must paint underneath her, already empty brained and delirious. nevertheless, impatient and achy, you lift your hips, trying to push more of her inside you, whining her name, when she doesn’t move, “ellie, please.”
“alright, alright, baby” she utters underneath her breath, widening her own legs to acquire an easy, unhurried momentum. “we’re gonna start off slow, you hear me?”
you’re nodding, pulling her closer to feel her skin against yours and bury your face within the arc of her neck. you don’t care about anything else, just her and more. and it’s already so much. when she pulls out all steady and pushes in nice and slow, you feel your hands trembling upon her back where you hold onto. “oh my god,” you hiccup, tucking your face deeper within the bend of her neck. “oh my . . god.”
ellie hums, deep and dawdling, “feels good?”
you can’t form a reply, only a darling, little gurgle of her name mixed with ‘please don’t stop.’ seeing you so drunk off of it already sparks something deep within ellie’s gut — something twisted and a bit depraved. your voice is so whiny and pitched and you grip her tight . . it all does something to ellie’s fucking brain. makes her want to pin you and keep you both here until the ends of your lifetime, hearing those same sounds on nonstop repeat.
she has to pry you both apart an inch so that she can angle her head down and look between your bodies to watch her dick slide in and out of your puffy cunt — glide getting easier with each thrust, coming out glossier and glossier than the last. a cold shiver runs up ellie’s spine at the sight, she swears she can literally feel your squeezing, little heat hugging her cock tight . . walls dragging against the veins like you didn’t want to let go. her hands curl into fists within the pillow underneath your head as she chokes out a low, shaky, “oh, f-fuck.”
“faster, ellie, please?” she hears your voice all tiny and sweet and lifts her head to look down into your tear-silken eyes, big and bright. “c-can take it . . promise, i pinkie promise—“
ellie scoffs a breathy laugh, “yeah?” not taking another second to think it over, she lifts your legs a little higher and pulls her hips back to swing them swifter, harder against your pelvis which sends the thick crown of her cock nudging right at the soft alp of your cervix. “yeah? keep beggin’ for it.”
you choke on your next breath, hands switching to hold onto your thighs as ellie pushes your legs just a bit further up to obtain a quicker momentum. she’s so deep — you feel your brain leaking out every thought, every word, every stress until there was nothing. you’re focused on nothing but the feel of your swollen pussy getting battered into the way that you know you’ve been needing all this time. you’re incapable of words — only arching your back and keeping your trembling legs open for ellie to take and take and take.
the springs of your mattress start to squeak underneath the constant push and pull of your conjoined weights and distantly you can hear a firm thumpthumpthump of your headboard knocking against the wall. it’s all so . . lewd, so ribald.
ellie wants to laugh. how a sweet girl like you who likes to plant flowers, make her own lipglosses, thinks of freckles as angel kisses ended up in the hands of her? she’ll never know.
“fuck, you’re takin’ it, baby,” she whispers, brows linked upon the view of your pussy working around her cock. fattening up and squelching each time she thrusts in, squirting little quips of slick when she pulls out as if weeping for her to come back. “jesus christ — takin’ every . . fuckin’ inch.”
you look so pretty underneath her — rays of gentle tears dripping down the surface of your temples and soft cheeks, neck and chest covered in tender lovebites that you gladly seem to show off when involuntarily curving your back upwards into a graceful semicircle upon ellie hitting a spot especially good. she has to kiss you.
she lowers her head and captures your lips within hers, swallowing your moans and cries and pleads, digging her fingernails inside the thick wood of your headboard when between your lips, you hiccup out a delicate, “y-y’so pretty, ellie.”
you make her sniff a little laugh and slow down the rhythm of her hips to shallow, slow grinds. “fuckin’ quit it, babe.”
she lifts up on her knees, stops, and gazes at you for a moment. you want to shy away . . feeling utterly barren and out for her to see — the only things remaining on your body being your rings, hair bows, and frilly, ankle socks.
“come here,” ellie murmurs, dragging her hips back carefully to pull out.
your pussy releases the silicone with an adorable pop, gaping around nothing but cool air for a moment and the sudden, empty feeling makes you wince, makes your heart drop for half a second when ellie pushes your left leg on top of your right’s to move over and — where is she going?
the auburn shushes your incoming whines and whimpers, laying down beside you to mold your back into her front, “such a crybaby,” she mumbles prior to holding her fingers to your lips. “c’mon, open up for me — there you go.”
you take hold of her wrist to lay the digits of her middle and ring finger upon your tongue and suck. ellie’s eyes fixate on the plumpness of your lips working around them, watching as you simply lay there when she starts to stroke them across the pad of it, trickles of drool dripping past the seams and down your chin. ellie pushes them a little deeper, “oh god,” she whispers low in her throat when you take it . . no gagging. “fuck. like my fingers that much, baby?”
you love them — can’t go a day without staring at her hands play with her switchblade, tune her guitar, or grasp onto the hard plastic of her playstation controller.
deeming her fingers good enough when tiny rivers of your saliva start to dribble down her palm, ellie uses her left arm to lift your leg and hook the back of your knee within the crook of it to give you both a nice view of when those same, wet fingers start to play with the puffy, bright pink nub of your clit. “oh, shit,” ellie’s breath hits the shell of your ear and her lips grazes it as she speak quietly. you hear her smiling. “you like the circles?” she rubs easy, steady halos over it. “or up and down?”
her other arm is underneath your head, cushioning your neck. you hiccup when she does both again . . grabbing hold of that single hand draped near your face within the both of yours. “mm—“ you sniffle. “i d-dunno.”
“yes you do,” ellie mumbles, sliding her wet fingers along the insides of your lips, dipping the tips inside your hole, then pulling them back up to touch your clit again — she’s mindlessly playing with your cunt . . as if doodling, silly drawings on a piece of paper. “c’mon.”
she smacks it, nice and firm and your hips buck.
“circles?” she repeats slower, pulling your leg further back to use her middle finger to trace faint rings along your throbbing bulb. “or up . . and down?”
she’s so mean. when did she get so mean? you’re pouting when you shyly admit, “c-circles, ellie,” into the inked skin of her forearm, closing your eyes and hiding your face when ellie breathes out a calm, drawled, “now was that so hard?” before you feel her cock pushing back inside of you.
the stretch — you don’t think you’ll ever get used to. you feel ellie intertwine her hand within yours as you tense.
“jus’ relax, mama,” she whispers, starting to rub those dizzying, little circles on your clit that you’ve come to adore. “that’s it . . ‘s my fuckin’ good girl. jus’ relax for me.”
you’re melting, body loosening and pushing back into hers as she reaches the end — balls pressed firmly against your pussy.
“there we go.”
working back up to your previous pace comes quicker than before. ellie’s begun to realize that slow isn’t what you prefer — or rather, not right now. you need her hips slamming into the soft, fat cheeks of your ass until ultimately, unwittingly . . you start to pull yourself forward, you need ellie pinning you where she wants you, taking out days and weeks and months of bottled frustration upon your body.
the sound of skin meeting skin is loud — it quickly overpowers the volumes of your squeaks and cries. “ellie—“
she thinks this may be her favorite position. holding you close with just the right amount of strength to keep you still when needed, feeling how hard you grip her hand, watching your cute, little toes curl in the fabric of your sock, your tits bounce and recoil from the sheer amount of brawn from her pounds, your face.
“a-awe, shit,” ellie buries her face within the pocket of your neck, eyes closing as she tries to find some self control. “fuck. fuckfuckfuck.”
your pussy’s squelching so loud, creaming and dampening the sheets below you both — getting both of your thighs filthy and glossed. your other hand reaches for ellie’s hair, taking a nice grip as you arch and weakly babble out, “think ‘m gonna . . . e-ellie, ‘m gonna—“
“—yeah, go ahead,” she pants quietly underneath your ear, sliding her hand from your breast back down to your clit to stroke. “give it to me. make a mess, beautiful. c’mon.”
the room goes quiet for a moment, save for the constant tempo of the springs groaning and skin clapping. ellie gives a soft peck to your cheek, muttering softly on half a mind, just as gone as you are, “p-prettiest fuckin’ girl ‘ve ever met — so perfect . . makes me so f-f-fuckin happy, god—“
you cum with her name buried on the inlay of your tongue, piercing your nails into the thin skin of her knuckles as your cunny squelches out little sprays of cream around her cock that immediately start to gather at the balls.
“there you go,” ellie keeps rubbing your clit, coaxing it all out as you writhe and jerk, biting down on the skin of her forearm. “little more — give me jus’ a little more . . atta’ fuckin’ girl.”
you’re crying . . hiccuping and whimpering, voice pitched an octave, “s-so much . . ellie, ellie, please.”
the next few seconds pass in a blur. you hear nothing but the beating of your racing heart in your ears but you feel ellie pull out and her body is slipping away from yours. you want to sob at how empty it feels, however seconds later she’s back, harness gone, leaving her in nothing but her sports bra and tight briefs. she sits up against the headboard and effortlessly lifts you up between her legs upon her chest, shushing you sweetly. “give it a minute, baby . . just breathe with me, alright?”
you’re sniffling so hard that your body jerks with the movement and the both of you are holding one another so tight that it’s enough to slowly begin to ground you.
“nice,” ellie hums, wiping your cheeks with her thumbs. “keep breathing . . know that was a hard one, but you did so fucking good for me though.”
you give a little blub, nuzzling your face into her chest and squeeze your arms tauter around her torso. your heartbeat starts to slow and with the new, settling calmness comes a feeling of fatigue. ellie starts to rock you, left then right, looking down to admire the warmth that still resides on your cheeks and tip of your nose, your pouted lips and wet, spiked lashes. you’re fucking unreal.
“we gotta get some water in you.”
you’re on the brink of sleep when ellie starts to pull away again. lowly you croak and hold onto her even tighter than before, “n-no, ellie—“
ellie grabs you by the chin and kisses your lips, effectively quieting you down. “only for a minute, babe.”
you hesitate, nonetheless you let her go to climb from your bed to your door which she opens to exit out of. as dramatic as it sounds, a minute away from her feels like an eternity and by the time she’s back, carrying a full glass of water and pack of spicy, smoked jerky, you feel a lifetime older. “you’re so pouty,” ellie mumbles, sitting down beside you to tip your chin up with a finger and hold the glass up toward your lips. “try to drink as much as you can, alright?”
given the amount of crying and cumming you did . . ellie’s sure you’re going to be dehydrated come these next couple of days. however, like the good girl you are, you finish the entire glass with a satisfied hum, wiping your wet lips with your fingers as ellie sets it down on your nightstand. “fruit or a proper meal would’ve been better,” she tells you while ripping open the pack of jerky with her teeth. “but . .” her laugh is soft and raspy. “ ‘m fuckin’ tired and didn’t feel like cutting it up so, c’mon. open.”
you tear off a piece of jerky with your teeth, letting the realization dawn upon you that you hadn’t made sure she was okay while you chew. you cover your mouth, eyebrows furrowed as you speak, “are you sore anywhere? oh my god.” instantly, your eyes start to catch on the little scratches your nails made within the skin of her hands, the bite marks on her forearm and neck, the incoming fade in of a few scars on her hips.
“ ‘m fine,” ellie swears by it. “babe, i’m fine . . . if anything, you look worse than me.”
examining both of your bodies allows the pair of you to identify just the amount of strain that six years of pining can do to a person. you giggle as ellie shakes her head, a look of subtle disbelief on her face. “literal insanity,” she says lowly. “never a-fucking-gain.”
you tilt your head, grinning cutely, “never again . . ?” your interest is piqued. “is there someone else you’ve been keepin’ an eye on for six—“
ellie snatches you by your leg, making you squeak and erupt into a fit of giggles as you fall back on your bed, no longer sitting up. it leaves her above you, a smirk playing on her pretty, freckled face as eyes of deep, transfixing green stare down into yours. something swims beneath them — abysmal and warm, rich and dark. “please,” she utters, inching in close to align her lips upon the soft, smooth skin of yours. “ ‘s only you . . . always will be you.”
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dear-bunnyboo · 5 months
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𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐒 || 𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖
Since I’ve been focusing on my Joey B series for the a couple of weeks now, I decided to change it up a bit and write a one shot for a change,,, enjoy!
This was submitted to me anonymously by one of y’all and I accidentally posted it instead of saving it to drafts, so I ended up deleting it. So whoever, requested for this— I really hope you see this 🤍
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Joe Burrow x Reader
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: On the outside Joe was seen as serious and stoic but what they don’t see behind the scenes is the big baby you call your boyfriend.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fluff, more fluff, cursing, teasing, slight tension, flirting, established relationship, pet names, and did I mention fluff?
𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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Joe Burrow is one of the best quarterbacks in the league. His teammates and opponents alike would always share both privately and publicly how Joe was someone they are scared to play against— calling him "silent but deadly". Players that had the opportunity to play against him would either call him "calm" or "poised". He had an attitude and mentality that either shocked or scared people— Joe could handle tackle after tackle, the trash talk he would get in the field would go in an ear and out the other— he'd listen quietly and prove them wrong in so many ways.
Joe is cold as ice.
He is ruthless on the field and outside he was serious. So, it seems amusing to you how your "scary" boyfriend was walking around with a literal pout gracing his face as he trailed behind you while you decorated your house for Halloween.
"You can continue that later. Let's watch the new show I was talking about— come on, baby." Joe whined with his deep gruff voice.
It was a peculiar dynamic you two had, one that both puzzled and amused the people around you. On the surface, he was a towering, imposing figure, someone whom people would describe as intimidating, even scary. But they didn't know the softer side of him, the part he revealed only to you, and it was something truly endearing.
At first, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by his clinginess. He would drop everything he was doing if you asked him to, and he would eagerly help with any request, no matter how trivial or absurd it might be. He was the kind of boyfriend who would move mountains to make you happy, and at times, it was a lot to handle— but you truly wouldn't have it any other way.
"Joe that's the thing— the second we start cuddling on that sofa, we would never leave and I need to finish decorating the house before the party." you explained to your boyfriend who was looking at you like he was about to pick you up and slam you down on the couch.
"The party is not until tomorrow night." You and Joe were hosting a Halloween party with your closest friends tomorrow night and you wanted everything to be perfect.
"How about you help me. This way we can finish faster and then we can watch the show." you proposed to the blonde who seemed to like the idea of fasten the pace of decorating.
"I'm all yours, baby. What do you want me to do?" Joe grabs the pumpkin decoration from your hand.
You smiled at his enthusiasm to help before directing him to place the decoration in the kitchen.
It took you a while to get used to Joe's affection. and once you got to know him better, you began to understand the depth of his affection. He was fiercely loyal and protective, and his commitment to your relationship was unwavering. His willingness to go the extra mile for you was his way of showing how much he cared.
Despite Joe's imposing exterior, he was surprisingly tender and considerate. He would try to cook your favorite meals, leave sweet notes hidden for you to find, and surprise you with small, thoughtful gestures. Joe knows all your favorite songs, your deepest fears, and the little quirks that made you who you are.
Joe's softness was most evident in the way he treated his friends, particularly when they needed help. He was the dependable rock in their lives, the one who would listen to their problems and offer a shoulder to lean on. It was a side of him that they cherished, and one that he didn't feel the need to hide.
Both your friends couldn't quite grasp this side of him. They would tease him mercilessly, calling him whipped, and questioning why he worshipped the ground you walked on. But you knew it wasn't about worship; it was about love. He didn't just love you; he adored you, and he wanted to make you feel cherished and special every single day.
You silently watched as Joe carefully rearranged the different Halloween decorations across the house making sure they looked perfect according to your standards. He patiently moved them around as you directed him over and over again with not a single complain whatsoever— only the compliment every minute or so. "You have an eye for this." he said as he moved back to get a more detailed look, his hands on his hips as he gave you his most beautiful smile, "You are amazing at decorating, baby." Joe said before placing a peck on your lips
You glanced at the clock, realizing that it was much later than you had anticipated. As much as you loved decorating, you knew that spending time with Joe was equally important. He was patient, but you could see the excitement in his eyes as he talked about the show.
"Well, it's late and it's hard to resist your persuasive charms. Alright, let's watch your show, but I might sneak a few glances at the decor every now and then." you smiled up at him. Joe's face lit up with a warm smile, and he gently pulled you into his arms.
"Deal! I promise you won't regret it. And, who knows, maybe taking a break will inspire some new decorating ideas. Plus, we can relax and unwind together. I promise, I'll help you with anything tomorrow." Joe beamed at you before carrying you to the living room.
This is how Joe found himself at a bakery the next day— you asked him to pick up the cakes and desserts for the party and Joe could not say no because of your pretty little eyes staring up at him— plus he promised.
Joe was accompanied by Ja'Marr, Tee, and Sam who were attending the party as well as you busied yourself with the final touches back at home. You were sitting in the living room, trying to figure out what else to add to the area, engrossed in your own world when your phone pinged with an incoming video from Ja'Marr. Curious, you opened it to find your boyfriend's face illuminated on the screen. But what caught your attention was the laughter and teasing from his friends in the background— which were the laughs and voices of Ja'Marr, Tee, and Sam who should be helping Joe pick up the food for tonight.
"Joey B!" Ja'Marr exclaimed, as the camera panned to Joe's phone who simply stood with his phone out and a smirk on his face— shaking his head because of his friends’ behavior.
There, on the screen, was a clear shot of your contact information on Joe's phone. The caller ID photo was a picture of you from one of your early dates, smiling against a stunning sunset backdrop. In the photo, you had the biggest smile on your face that Joe has always found adorable.
The caller ID they were teasing him about was 'Mamas'— the pet name Joe would call you from time to time which was your absolute favorite. There was just something about the way your boyfriend says it that gets you going— however, you didn't know that this was what your contact was saved on his phone.
"Aw, dude, that's so cute!" Sam chortled, pointing at the screen. "You've got her as your caller ID with that sappy picture? Man, you're whipped!"
Amidst the laughter and playful jabs, Joe just chuckled and defended himself, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, guys. I like it, alright."
Your heart melted as you watched the video. Here was your boyfriend, being openly teased and mocked by his friends for his cute caller ID choice, and he didn't mind one bit. Joe was unapologetic about his feelings for you, and his friends couldn't help but admire that fact.
"Alright, man. Say goodbye to Y/N." Ja'Marr pointed to camera back to Joe's face who still had that damn smirk on his face he knew you loved.
"Bye, Mamas." Joe's deep voice resonated almost knocking the air out of your chest, you were now blushing as you stared at your phone— giggling as you laid back on the couch, your thoughts only on Joe, completely forgetting the task that you had in hand.
"Bye, Mamas!" "Mamas! "Bye bye, Mamas!" Tee, Ja'Marr, Sam chorused before a loud yet gruff voice interrupted off screen.
"You don't get to fucking call her that."
The video ended with his friends continuing to tease, but there was an undertone of respect and camaraderie in their laughter. It was clear to you that the love and affection he had for you were transparent in every aspect of his life, even his phone's caller ID.
You felt a warm, glowing pride knowing that Joe wasn't afraid to embrace his love for you, even in the face of good-natured ribbing from his friends. It was a sweet reminder of the affection you two shared, and it made you heart swell with happiness.
In Joe's presence, you felt safe and loved, knowing that you had someone who would stand by your side through thick and thin. You could see past the intimidating facade and into the heart of a man who was simply head over heels in love with you. His clinginess, as others might call it, was a testament to the intensity of his feelings.
Your relationship was a unique blend of toughness and tenderness, a world only the two of you truly understood. As you walked through life hand in hand, you realized that you didn't need the world to see what you saw in him. The softness beneath his exterior was a precious gift he had given you, and you cherished it with all your heart.
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AXIEIEEE hi this is a req ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ btw im on my way home to rec in my dreams rn!! anywayy i am SUCH a strong believer that jeonghan babies u no matter what or when. even in front of his members n theyre js like erm get a room? u cld literally say "hannie i made the bed" n he'd be all "omg my baby made the bed youre so cute" n then he kisses u ... do with this idea ish what u will!!! i believe in u cuz youre so good at writinf (btw your pinned says reqs are open but if they arent actually pleasee ignore this 😭)
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author's note. hi roxie meloved!! i hope u like ths one hehe, thank u for reqing <33 and again, good luck w exams if u have any more upcoming and im proud of u nevertheless the score!!!
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jeonghan is a devil in the disguise of an angel, everyone knows that. even carats adore his mischievous personality and tricks that he pulls on his members.
but the thing is that behind closed door, he truly is an angel. for you and only you.
“baby, do you want some coffee?” jeonghan asked, looking over his shoulder at you. his bare face was glowing, dark hair tucked behind his ear. he even let you put a hello kitty clip to keep them in one place. he was met with seungcheol’s teases but he ignored them.
“yes, please” you replied, eyes laser focused on the jenga tower in front of you.
it was 10 in the morning and you woke up like an hour ago from the sleepover you had with him and cheol. because they couldn’t join their members on tour, you decided to bless them with your amazing self.
“make me one too” cheol hummed and slowly but surely pulled out a wooden block.
now who jeonghan was to follow his leader’s orders?
you caught his cat-alike smirk painting on his lips and sighed.
“hannie, don’t be mean. make him a coffee too” you said, voice gentle. seungcheol looked at him confused, lips forming into a pout.
“listen to your partner…” he grunted and shook his head, adding more quietly underneath his breath “…if you don’t listen to me, listen to them at least”
couple of minutes later he joined you with three steaming cups. with your preferred coffee in your favorite mug and a simple one for seungcheol, even though he wasn’t a fan of plain black coffee. the oldest ignored that, just rolling his eyes.
you joined jeonghan to watch the boys practice, yet you two were slumped over the couch there.
in no time jeonghan began playing with your hair, fingers gently caressing through your h/c locks.
mingyu glared at you two curiously, nudging hoshi. the younger one grinned, heart melting upon the cute act of love blooming between you two.
jeonghan grabbed your face, cupping your cheeks and cooing at you.
“you’re so adorable, baby” he hummed and pecked your lips.
“but hannie, the boys–” you grunted through your squeezed cheeks. he just chuckled, mischievously smiling.
“i don’t care~” your boyfriend sing-sang happily “you’re my baby~”
placing another kiss on your lips, he hummed into it like a pleased cat that’s getting belly rubs.
“ew, get a room!” hoshi yelled, drawing a laugh from other members.
your cheeks turned beetroot red as you smacked jeonghan’s arm. he just shrugged and linked pinkies with you, playful smirk dancing on his features.
if jeonghan could, he’d give you the world, the stars, everything in this universe and back. and seeing you struggle or in pain was the last thing he wanted. but he knew that there are some things that you have to go through by yourself, like your finals.
“i could dress up as you and pretend i’m you!” your boyfriend teased one day when you clearly needed support, head almost blowing with the amount of knowledge you have to obtain.
so in times like this, when you’d spend nights studying and struggling with life, jeonghan knew that you need him. and that every thing, even a small one can be challenging.
“hannie, i made the bed today. i used a new–“ you started when he entered the bedroom. his eyes instantly went wide as jeonghan threw himself on the fresh sheets.
“ah, it smells so good!” he took a deep breath and hummed in delight. patting the spot next to him, he sent you a reassuring smile.
so you joined him, his arm almost instinctively wrapping around yours.
“my baby made the bed, good job” jeonghan smiled tenderly, brushing the strand hairs out of your face. you smiled, looking at his soft features “i’m proud, really. we’ll sleep comfortably tonight, hm?”
you nodded and turned, wrapping your arms around his waist and clinging onto your boyfriend like a koala.
“i’m tired” you mumbled quietly.
“i know, pretty. just a few moments more and you’ll rest. you’re so smart, you know? i believe in you” jeonghan kept reassuring you, his tender touch ghosting over your face “my cute baby, hm? no matter how you do on the exam, i’m proud of the effort you put in”
you smiled, inhaling the scent of fresh sheets and jeonghan’s cologne.
“my cutie…” he singsang and started lulling you to sleep with his angelic voice. not like you complained, you could use a nap either way.
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braxlrose · 9 months
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maybe hcs about Bill's childhood and a bit of Tom's (twins in general)? I wonder what they liked to play and what damage and chaos they caused (☠️) it can also be somehow connected with the reader who is their friend and partner in crime! in the devilish era sense (if u can its would be nice if reader was Bills love interest/ i sm love childhood friends to lovers trope☠️😭) i love ur hcs and fics!!! lmao all those fights with bill would be so much fun😭 also the guy would definitely make a fake wedding with the reader..i know that🤷🏻‍♀️ besides the very concept of living with horny boys growing up lol.. Dayum ☠️ (srry 4bad engilsh)
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↑wtf why Bill look so tall.. anyways they all look soo CUTE 🫡 baby GUS oh my ????🤭 and tom LMAOO 😭
a/n: they were adorable as children and I love this idea!! I haven't read Career Suicide yet, so some of these may be inaccurate, but again most are just headcanons that I don't have much to back up on besides their personalities
devilish headcanons
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1996-2000
• you became friends with Bill and Tom when you were seven years old and bill had the biggest crush on you. he thought you were so cool and was even more happy when he found out you played guitar so he asked you to join Black Question Mark. you obviously said yes and you had so much fun rehearsing and hanging out with them
• one day at school bill asked you what your favorite cookie was and he practically begged his mom to help him bake those cookies for you. when he brought them in the next day he was so happy when you got excited for them.
• as you guys got a little bit older, you and tom would protect bill from bullies even if you got bullied too. but before you guys knew about what they were doing to bill, you would always clean up his cuts and kiss his bruises. after that, you would always walk with him, holding onto his hand tightly and try not to pay any attention to them.
• bill would pick flowers for you on valentines day because him and tom would pick them for his mom, and now that you were around, he'd get you some too
• when tom and bill looked more alike, you'd help them switch places in class and then act all surprised and be like "What do you mean? That's tom, Frau Schiller."
• they were little menaces, so when you were brought into the mix, they teachers all hated you. but they couldn't actually prove you were doing anything, which made it 10x more fun
• you and tom would always laugh about getting better grades in singing classes than bill and bill would just sit there like "🙄".
• you and bill had skipped class together (its like 4th grade, yall are like doing 4x8 idk why yall so lazy 🙄, but anyways), you guys did Stein, Schere, Papier (rock, paper, scissors) and Tom lost so he had to stay in class and pretend to be bill 💀. you and Bill were just walking around the halls when bill got the brilliant idea to pull the fire alarm. you two almost got caught but you were quick enough to run outside and get in line with the rest of your class.
• you and their mom are like best friends so you bake recipes with her all the time. like Puddingbrezel, Apfelstrudel, Apfelkuchen, Käsekuchen, Pfefferneusse, etc.
• you and tom tagged a couple buildings with spray paint
• you, tom and bill have sleepovers all the time and you guys would make a pillow fort and watch tons of movies.
• bills a very cuddly person, so he'd always end up wrapping his arms around you after you guys fell asleep in the fort
• you guys went CD shopping all the time and get tons of cds for your collection
• you would take nail polish from your moms collection and help bill paint his nails
• you moved to Magdeburg just around the time Bill and Tom's dad moved out. Bill wasn't as upset as tom was, but you still comforted the both of them. if your parents were divorced to, you'd also be able to empathize with them
• Bill and Tome step dad would invite you to go fishing with them on a boat on the lake whenever they went. you were basically apart of the family because you hung around so much so he didn't want to leave you out
• you and bill would play with his mom's makeup all the time and give eachother makeovers
• you, tom and bill once got caught trying to sneak a beer can out of the fridge and you guys all had to sit in time out. honestly, that just helped you guys be more sneaky about getting it
• if you have long hair, bill begs his mom to teach him how to braid hair so he can braid yours. he did this in the first place because you laughed at tom for not knowing how to braid hair and you were all like "you know how to braid hair, right bill?" and he was just like "😃😄😃 yeah."
• you three all used to have bonfires in the backyard. you guys would throw in paper and wood and all that shit and then go steal a lighter from the house. then you'd all grab some marshmallows and roast them
• when you guys were eleven years old, you walked in on him jerking off and you had literally no idea what he was doing at first so you just opened the door and stood there like "wtf 😀"
• you stole some cigarettes from your dad and you, tom and bill all smoked them outside of school for the first time. you were all coughing your asses off because you guys have never smoked before
• you three would all go to weddings together and play music for them.
• you and bill would play dress up all the time and you'd scream at anybody who said something to him about wearing a dress
• at nine years old, you and bill had a wedding and after that, he would always call you his wife and he was your husband. like if a teacher didn't partner you two up together he'd be like "but she's my wife!"
• his mom and your mom became friends too, since you guys spent so much time together and they'd be like "if those two don't get married one day, I'm losing faith in all love."
2000-2004
• you were up on stage, playing on the guitar with Tom and Bill on the night when Georg and Gustav came to see you guys. you were a bit hesitant at first, since you were used to only bill and tom, but you guys needed a bassist and drummer, so you agreed.
• after that, you guys all became a friend group pretty quick. even though at first the age difference was weird, you guys got past that and kind of forgot about it
• you five would go to the corner store all the time and would sneak candy in your clothes. even if you had enough money 💀
• movie nights 24/7, and you guys had to watch labyrinth. it was a must and bill would force you guys to watch it
• you and bill were already super close, but the older you got the more close you got and the more your relationship progressed.
• you had to be careful when walking around the house at first because you didn't know if you'd be fine, or you'd turn the corner and one of the four boys would be sitting there jerking off
• the more time passed, the more you got used to it and it got to a point where you'd just walk into a room looking for something and if one of them was jerking off you'd just walk right past them.
• they're literally saying the dirtiest, nastiest jokes all the time and you'll just be sitting there like "🙂 wtf man"
• they're a bunch of horny, pre-teen/teenage boys so hanging out with them can be a handful but they always treated you like one of the guys and never made you feel any different.
• even bill, even though you were his gf you were still his bestfriend so you guys would roughhouse and do dumb shit together and all that kind of stuff
• you sat and listened to bill all day while he practiced singing It's Raining Men for Star Search and always helped him out with stuff
• you went to Star Search with Bill, his mutter and his Oma and was so excited to see him on stage. when he came out you were smiling and cheering and clapping your hands as loud as you can. his singing voice is amazing
• you held him for a long time after he got second place. he was really sad and bawling his eyes out because he promised you and his Oma that he'd win for you guys
• you made sure he knew it was okay, and that second place is still amazing. but he still moped for days once you guys got home.
• you and gustav would make food together too. like cookies and milkshakes. it was tons of fun baking with him
• when you first got your period, the boys were super confused because you were holding your hand in front of your intestines (and yes its actually where your intestines are, your stomach is way higher than you think 😨 but back to this) they didn't have any idea what was going on until Georg was like "she probably got her period."
• the rest of them all looked back at him like "wtf is that?" and georg was like "it's where girls bleed out of their vaginas." after that, tom and bill thought you were dying or something because georg did a terrible job explaining what a period was 💀
• once their mom got home and say they were freaking out and she asked what was wrong and they were like "Georg says Y/n is bleeding out her vagina! She's dying!" and their mom just started laughing her ass off and grabbed you a heating pad.
• tom and bill were mad at their mom for a bit before she explained what was actually happening because they thought she was just gonna let you die. but then she explained it happens to all women and its just shedding the lining of a woman's uterus. and that you were laying on the couch like that because periods cause awful cramps that can hurt as much as heart attacks.
• they were extremely nice to you after that
• bill went to the store and bought you some chocolate and then rubbed your back for you. his mom was just standing in the doorway of the living room as you two sat on the floor watching a TV show with a bunch of pillows and blankets as bill rubbed your shoulders.
• you guys got high on weed all the time and you'd be laughing your asses off while bill would just be sitting around, super fucking paranoid about everything
• you and tom were little assholes in school, especially in science class💀 you two would fuck things up on purpose when doing experiments and your teacher hated you guys so much
• you, bill and tom once started a fire at school and you all got grounded for 2 weeks and suspended from school for 3 days
• you and bill would get matching clothes together
• when tom had sex for the first time at 13, he told all of you right away and you just started laughing 💀 he was super offended and was like "uhmm..wtf bro?!" and you were like "I just feel bad for the girl who had to sleep with a guy with a 3 inch dick who still has voice cracks." and his jaw dropped and went on a rant about how his dick was huge and that he didn't have voice cracks. his voice cracked like 6 times during that rant btw.
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