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elliesbelle · 10 months

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skinny dipping

ellie williams one-shot

pairing: ellie x reader

synopsis: it's a wednesday and you go to a coffee shop. you hear the barista call a name: ellie. your ex-girlfriend. after some nonsensical chatter, she asks to catch up. have you both changed or are you still those scared little kids?

content warnings: modern au, ex-girlfriend!ellie, also ex-best friend!ellie, also artist!ellie, also a bit of mean!ellie, ellie and reader are in their mid-20s, cursing, verbal arguments, kind of angst, mention of character death, ellie and reader break-up, non-sexual nudity, minors don't interact

word count: 6.1k

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based on the sabrina carpenter song “skinny dipping”

It’s 8:47 on a Wednesday morning. You’d gotten an early start to your morning and figured you could treat yourself to a cup of coffee. Since you work just around the corner from the coffee place and had a few minutes to spare, you were at your leisure.

You stand to the side from where the pick-up counter was, patiently waiting for your name and order to be called out. Scrolling through your phone absent-mindedly, your ears suddenly perk up when one of the baristas calls out, “Oat milk latte for, uhhh… Ellie?”

There’s no chance that it’s actually her.

But it is.

You look up from your phone to see a flash of auburn hair. The barista places the oat milk latte on the counter to be picked up by a woman in a simple black t-shirt tucked into dark grey jeans and wearing a pair of old, black Converse.

The woman mutters a thanks to the barista before turning around to suddenly meet your stunned gaze. Her green eyes mirror the expression on yours.

“Hi.” Your ex-girlfriend suddenly blurts out.

“Hi, E-Ellie.” You blurt out right back.

The sounds of chatter from other patrons and chairs scraping and the cha-ching of the register are all drowned out suddenly as you’re both being pulled into a bubble.

“Then go, Ellie! Just fucking go!” You screamed.

“The fuck does it look like I’m doing, huh?” Ellie yelled back, throwing up her hands in frustration before going back to stuffing her belongings from her desk into her backpack.

“Running away, like you always do!” You responded angrily. “You’re a fucking coward!”

“Uh, huh, sure.” She scoffed, keeping her back turned to you as she zips up her backpack.

“Just go back to your fancy fucking college with all your fancy new friends and go ahead and make your pretentious art and forget about all of this!” You said, tears uncontrollably streaming down your face.

“Yeah, maybe I will!” Ellie retorted, whipping around to look at you.

“Fine.” You sneered.

“Fine!” She replied.

You glared at each other, her angry green eyes meeting yours.

After a moment of loaded silence, you sniffled, wiped your nose on your sleeve, and shook your head.

“Well, you can go ahead and forget about me too, then.” You professed, making your way to storm past her and out of the garage.

Before you reached the doorknob, you felt Ellie’s hand suddenly grab your wrist.

“Wait,” She said, voice a little softer.

You kept your eyes focused on the door, knowing that if they met hers once again, you’d beg for forgiveness that you didn’t need to receive from her.

“Don’t.” You said firmly. You attempted to shake her off, but her grip stayed secure.

“Let’s just—let’s talk about this.” She said with an attempt at rationality in her voice.

“I’ve been here the whole time to talk. There’s no point in it anymore. Now let go of me.”

“Baby—”

“I’m not your fucking baby, Ellie!” You suddenly yelled, relenting to turn around and say this directly to her face. Her eyes were welling up with tears.

“Please, I love you.” Ellie pleaded.

You scoffed.

“No, you fucking don’t.” You proclaimed.

You shook off Ellie’s hand from your wrist once you felt her grip loosen. You yanked the door open and ran into the night.

The flooding of memories is put to a stop when you hear the barista call out your name and order. You jump and so does Ellie.

Awkwardly, you break the eye contact to walk to the pick-up counter right next to her, reaching out to grab your drink.

You pull the coffee cup to your chest, as if the heat could radiate comfort through your body. Something within you summons a sliver of courage, so you decide to break the silence and dared look her right in those ocean-green eyes again.

“How are you?” You mutter, so quiet that you weren’t sure if she heard you. But you were both so close to each other that you swore you could hear her heartbeat.

“I’m…I’m good.” She mutters right back.

Ellie surprises you with a tiny smile. You return it with a bashful one of your own.

“Good.” You say. “I—I didn’t know you were back in town.”

“Yeah, actually I—” Ellie hesitates for a second. “I moved back last month.”

“Oh.” You say, shocked. “Oh, wow. I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah, it was–it was a little sudden. But I’m here.”

“Right.” You reply, taking a nervous sip of your coffee.

“Umm, so…how’s your family?” She asks.

“Oh, they’re…they’re the same.”

“That’s good. How’s your sister Kiko?”

You smile, touched that Ellie remembered your little sister. You’re reminded of how close she was with her, how much your little sister looked up to Ellie.

“Oh, Kiko’s…Kiko. As always.” You say. Ellie smiles.

“How old is she now?”

“Turning 19 this month. She just graduated.”

“Oh, wow. That’s amazing. I feel like she was just 5 years old, like, yesterday.”

“I know, it’s so crazy. She’s actually taller than me now.”

“My little dude, taller than you? That can’t be true.”

“Surreal, right?”

“That looks awesome, little dude.” Ellie said.

“Really?” Your little sister Kiko beamed.

“Yeah! You’ve got talent, kid.”

You walked into your bedroom, holding a glass of lemonade in one hand.

“What are you doing in here, Kiko?” You questioned, seeing your sister sitting next to Ellie on your bed with her sketchbook open on Ellie’s lap.

“I was showing Ellie some of my drawings!” Your sister piped.

“Oh, yeah?” You said, coming over to sit on Kiko’s other side. You handed Ellie the glass, to which she uttered a quiet thanks.

“Check it out,” Kiko said, pulling her sketchbook closer to you. “This one is a picture of an apatosaurus eating a leaf.”

She pointed at a charcoal drawing of a long-necked dinosaur eating from a tree. She flipped the page and pointed at a sketch of a girl who looked roughly the same age as her.

“This is my friend Peni. I drew it while we were eating lunch the other day, but she said I made her eyes too big.”

“And I told her to punch Peni for that when she sees her at school on Monday.” Ellie said.

“Ellie!” You exclaimed, reaching behind Kiko to smack Ellie’s arm. Ellie cackled.

“She deserves it! Her drawing’s perfect!” Ellie said.

“Okay, but don’t tell my little sister to resort to violence!” You complained.

“I think more people should be resorting to violence.” Ellie shrugged.

“Oh my god.” You rolled your eyes.

“Whatever,” Ellie laughed again. “Show us more, little dude.”

Your sister enthusiastically flipped through more pages of her sketchbook, describing each of her drawings. You and Ellie listened happily and attentively, Ellie occasionally taking sips of her lemonade.

“Oh, and this is you guys!” Kiko suddenly exclaimed. She pointed at a half-finished pencil drawing of you and Ellie.

Your eyes widened and Ellie choked on her lemonade.

You and Ellie were laying down together on your living room couch, fast asleep. One of Ellie’s arms served as a pillow for your head while the other embraced your hip to pull you closer. Your head was nuzzled in Ellie’s neck, arms wrapped around Ellie’s waist. You were both covered with a throw blanket, and you could catch a glimpse of your feet intertwined with Ellie’s at the end of the couch. Though just a sketch, you could tell that you were both in deep, unencumbered sleep.

You weren’t sure when it was that Kiko drew this because you and Ellie had fallen asleep with each other countless times. It wasn’t rare for you two to cuddle either; you’d been best friends for a while now and you were very physically comfortable with each other. But something about the way Kiko captured this intimacy on paper felt further than that. It awakened something dormant in you, something you didn’t realize was there in the first place.

Neither you nor Ellie seemed to know what to say. You both stared at the sketchbook dumbfounded, Ellie not realizing that she had some lemonade dribbling down her chin. Luckily, Kiko didn’t seem to notice the sudden tension in the air.

“Oh! Hang on, I have to grab my other sketchbook! I’ve got a couple more dinosaur drawings I wanna show you, Ellie!”

Your sister jumped up and bounded out of your bedroom, leaving her sketchbook in between you and Ellie.

You continued to stare at your sister’s sketch. Even if you were five years older than her, Kiko was far more artistically talented than you at just the age of 12.

Your fingers reached out to lightly brush across Ellie’s and your etched faces, but they were suddenly met with Ellie’s own fingers, who had the same idea. You both quickly retracted your hands after accidentally zapping each other as your skin touched hers.

“Shit, sorry.” Ellie said, breaking the silence.

“Oh, it’s okay.” You whispered. You tore your eyes away from the drawing to stare at your legs dangling from the bed.

“That Kiko is a… pretty funny kid, huh?” Ellie said, laughing nervously.

“Right,” You said. “Well, Kiko is Kiko.”

“She really is.”

An awkward silence continued to loom over you two, neither knowing how to break it. This was unchartered territory for you. You usually felt so at ease with your best friend, but something suddenly shifted. And you weren’t sure what it was.

You eventually looked up at Ellie, who was twiddling her fingers. You noticed her chin still dripping slightly with lemonade. You giggled as Ellie met your eyes.

“What?” She asked.

“What is the matter with you?” You laughed, getting up and walking towards your desk.

“What!” Ellie repeated.

“You’ve got lemonade on your chin, dummy.” You said, grabbing a kleenex from a tissue box.

“Oh,” Ellie brought her hand up and felt the wetness. “Shit.”

She chuckled, grabbing the bottom of her shirt to wipe her face.

“Hey, no!” You scolded, running over to her to slap her shirt out of her hand.

“What!” Ellie said, indignant.

“Were you raised in a barn?” You scoffed, handing Ellie the tissue.

“Yup,” Ellie replied, accepting it. “Oink, oink.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed as Ellie cleaned off her face.

“You are so annoying!” You said, taking your pointer finger to push up the tip of Ellie’s nose, giving it the appearance of a pig’s snout.

Ellie swatted your finger away playfully, snickering.

“And yet you still laughed anyway!”

“Whatever!”

“Hey,” Ellie said, holding her hands up. “Not my fault I’m a comical genius.”

“A comical dumbass, maybe.” You rolled your eyes once more.

“Oh, you love me.” Ellie said, grinning widely.

You and Ellie both chuckle. You’re surprised to find that you missed the sound of her laughter.

After a few moments, you both fall silent. You feel heat rushing to your cheeks at the same time that Ellie’s freckles turn pink. Suddenly you don’t feel the need for coffee anymore. Your heart beats like that of a hummingbird and you feel as if you were sweating excessively underneath your short-sleeved button-down. Your lungs feel like they were fully submerged in water. You had to tear your gaze away from those ocean-green eyes.

It’s Ellie’s courage this time that breaks the silence.

“Well, uhh. Let her know I say hi, will you?”

“Y-yeah. Of course.” You say. “And uhh, say hi to your Uncle Tommy and Aunt Maria too.”

Ellie smiles, but you notice a hint of sadness behind it.

“Sure.” She says.

You give her a slight nod.

Fidgeting with your coffee cup, you feel your chest tighten from the rising awkwardness.

“Well, uhh, I gotta get to work.” You say. “Umm, it was nice seeing you.”

You give Ellie a final smile and a wave, whipping around and heading out the door before Ellie could respond.

The sound of a bell tinkles as you walk through the door of the coffee shop. You take several deep breaths as a million emotions wash over you. You take a sip of your coffee before turning towards the direction of your workplace. But before you could get far, you hear another tinkle of the coffee shop bell.

“Wait!” You hear Ellie’s voice call out.

Before you could turn around, you feel fingers wrap around your wrist. You both immediately withdraw your hands as you feel Ellie’s skin accidentally zap yours.

“Fuck, sorry.” Ellie says apologetically.

“It’s okay.” You reply, pulling your zapped hand to your swiftly beating chest.

“Umm,” She begins. “This was really nice. Catching up, I mean.”

“Y-yeah.”

“We should…do this on purpose sometime.” She says, scratching the back of her neck awkwardly. An old Ellie habit you recognize.

“Oh, umm.” You bounce lightly back and forth on your feet. “Yeah. Sure.”

“Cool beans.” She says, smiling. “Are you free tonight, by any chance?”

“Oh, I have to stay late at work tonight.”

“Oh, okay.” She says, her smile faltering. She seems to think you were making up an excuse to flake.

“But I’m free Friday night!” You say quickly. “I get off at 5:30. But if you aren’t free or if that doesn’t work for you—“

Ellie smiles.

“Friday sounds great. Do you wanna do 6:30 at Raja’s?”

You grimace slightly.

“Won’t that be too nostalgic?”

Ellie chuckles.

“Maybe, but let’s do it anyway.” She says. Your cheeks feel warm from her sudden boldness.

“We won’t sit at the same old table or anything,” She says, holding her hands up. “Just dinner. Nothing more.”

You consider this for a second.

“Yeah,” You say slowly. “Yeah, okay.”

Ellie beams, knowing she won you over.

“Friday at 6:30 then.”

“Oh, that’s so fucking cool.” You say.

“Yeah, you think so?” Ellie responds.

It was Friday at 6:54 in the evening. Ellie was right on time, but you were kept at work longer than expected and were several minutes late. You’d rushed home to drop your work things off and make yourself presentable as quickly as possible for having dinner with your ex-girlfriend, thanking past you for already laying out the outfit you planned on wearing for the meeting.

The diner was a 10-minute walk from your apartment, but you made it a 6-minute run instead. It had rained the previous day, so you’d nearly slipped several times. But you caught yourself each time, determined to make it in one piece.

When you arrived, Ellie was already sitting at a booth, drinking water. You arrived completely winded, breathlessly muttering a hundred apologies. Ellie just smiled, telling you to take a deep breath and that it was completely okay. She seemed grateful that you showed up either way.

After taking generous sips from the glass of water that was already waiting for you, you’d greeted Ellie properly with a smile. She returned it, and now you were both discussing all the tattoos she’s gotten in the past few years. You’d noticed one on her left arm when she pushed the second glass of water towards you.

“How about the one on your right arm?” You ask. You’d gotten a slight glimpse of it the other day at the coffee shop.

“Oh, umm.” She says, placing her arm on the table so you could get a better look. She seems almost reluctant to do so.

You lean in closer, moving your head around to better inspect the ferns that decorated her forearm from different angles. There was something else engraved on top of the ferns that you couldn’t quite make out, but it somehow seemed familiar. Your right hand hovers over the tattoo, an impulse to touch it nearly coming over you. But you keep your fingers to yourself, afraid to cross that line just yet.

“It’s beautiful, Ellie. Did you design this one yourself?” You ask.

“No, uhh,” She begins awkwardly. “My ex-girlfriend Cat did.”

“Oh” was all you said in reply, unwittingly withdrawing your hand.

“Yeah, uhh. I got it freshman year of college. After…after my dad died.”

“Oh.” You repeat once more.

“Y-yeah. It wasn’t the easiest thing to deal with, and Cat thought it would help with like, the grieving process and all.”

“Right, of course.” You say, feeling remorseful for having brought attention to the topic.

Ellie begins to unintentionally run her fingers over the tattoo out of nervousness, drawing your eyes to it once more. You suddenly recognize what the final part of the design was.

“That’s the…the moth. From your old guitar.”

Ellie looks down at it sadly.

“Yeah, it is.”

You’re both drawn into yet another awkward silence. Fiddling with your fingers in your lap, you feel as if an anchor was dropped onto your chest. You’d known that the topic of Joel’s death might come up, but you were nervous nonetheless.

You look up to see Ellie’s face to find that she was already staring at you. She didn’t look like she was upset with you in any way at all; in fact, it was guilt that flashed across her features. You realize why, and there was an unspoken acknowledgement that you were both thinking about the same thing.

Ellie withdraws her arm back to her side.

“I’m sorry.” She whispers.

“I know.” You whisper back.

You were sitting on the couch in Ellie’s makeshift art studio that she’d set up in her garage. You hugged your knees to your chest, rocking back and forth as you drowned in your tears. It had been almost a week since Joel’s funeral and nobody had heard from Ellie. Everyone asked after her during the wake, but neither you nor her Uncle Tommy or Aunt Maria could answer. She hadn’t made it to the funeral, and you were worried.

It was four months into your freshman year of college. You decided to attend a university closer to home, only a half-hour drive from Jackson. But Ellie chose an art school in Boston after receiving a scholarship, all the way across the country.

Deciding on a long-distance relationship seemed like a no-brainer when you and Ellie had discussed it after you both graduated high school. You loved each other, both as girlfriends and long-time best friends. It felt as if your love would be able to survive anything.

The longer that Ellie was away, however, the more difficult it got. Your college was much smaller, compared to hers. You preferred it that way; that was a factor in your choosing to attend. Some of your peers that you grew up with in Jackson were even in a few of your classes, and this eased the anxiety of being away from home.

But Ellie, a couple thousand miles away, was in a brand new town with brand new faces. You were nervous for her, fearing that she’d be a fish out of water. You knew how awkward she could be sometimes and you worried that she’d get lonely. But after a few weeks of college, she’d made several friends and grew to love Boston. This made you happy, but part of you was sad that you couldn’t experience this milestone in your lives together.

You’d been inseparable since childhood, growing up together and going to the same schools and having the same friends. Along the way, you’d realized you were in love with each other. It was bliss, to fall in love with the one person you trusted most with your life and to have them love you back. You were both so in sync, even and especially after you started dating. She knew you like the back of her hand, and you knew her the same.

But as you sat there in Ellie’s garage with only the comfort of your own arms, you started to wonder. You were trying to convince yourself that Ellie was pulling away from you because of Joel’s passing. But all the unanswered phone calls, missed flights to visit home, the growing disinterest in your side of the conversation affirmed that Ellie was becoming someone you no longer knew. You were still where you always were, but Ellie had traveled oceans away from you.

You had your head buried in your knees when you heard the sound of the door unlocking. As you dropped your legs to the ground, you watched as Ellie entered the garage. She flicked the light on and jumped when she saw your miserable figure sitting on her couch.

“Oh, fuck!” She yelled. “You scared me, babe.”

She placed a hand on her chest as if to slow down her rapid heartbeat.

“Sorry.” You whisper meekly.

“What are you doing sitting here all alone in the dark?” She asked, walking over to her desk and placing her backpack on top of it.

You stared at her in disbelief.

“Where the fuck have you been, Ellie?” You said, ignoring her question.

“What do you mean? I’ve been around.” She replied, her back towards you as she collected some belongings.

“You missed Joel’s funeral.” You said bluntly.

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.” She said, a little too nonchalantly.

You watched as she continued to move around the room, rearranging a few things and rifling through drawers. She felt your gaze on her but avoided eye contact with you.

“He was your father, Ellie.” You said after a few minutes of silence.

“Adoptive father,” She corrected. “He wasn’t my real dad.”

“He fucking raised you.”

“Yeah, well,” She said, placing a few paintbrushes in her backpack. “Look how that turned out.”

You were exhausted.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Ellie?!”

She finally turned around to face you.

“What?” She asked, taken aback by your raised tone.

“Where the fuck have you been? Why weren’t you at Joel’s funeral? Everyone’s been worried sick about you, wondering where the fuck you went off to. Your Aunt Maria nearly called the cops, but your Uncle Tommy and I had to convince her that you wouldn’t be so stupid to go and get yourself hurt!”

You’d risen from your seat on the couch now, glaring at her.

“And now this about Joel? He was your fucking father. I don’t give a fuck what you say! He loved you so much, and it would break his heart to hear you talk about him like this.”

Tears were streaming down your face as Ellie watched you silently continuing your outrage.

“I know you need to deal with your grief in your own way. I know you’re sad and need time, but…” You sniffled. “Please don’t shut us out. Don’t push away the people who love you. Joel wouldn’t have wanted this for you.”

Ellie scoffed, which took you by furious surprise.

“You don’t know that. He’s gone. It doesn’t matter what he wanted anymore.”

It felt as if she slapped you right across the face.

“I’m so fucking sick of this.” She finally said after a moment of silence.

“What?”

“I’m sick of this town. I’m sick of the people here. I can’t fucking stand being here for another second. I don’t want this.”

You stood there shocked, staring at a stranger who looked remarkably like the girl you loved.

You and Ellie continue to look at each other from opposite ends of the table. She seems as if she wants to say more, to apologize further. But she stops when you give her a forgiving smile.

“It’s okay.” You say.

She returns your smile, sadly but with gratitude.

Your moment of reminiscence is interrupted when your waitress approaches your booth.

“Oh my goodness, it’s the troublemaking duo!” Your waitress exclaims. “I didn’t know it was you that Ellie was waiting on!”

Heat rises to your cheeks.

“Hi, Wendy.” You say, recognizing the old woman.

“It has been so long since I’ve seen you two together! Oh, and now you’re both so grown up!” Wendy gabbed. “Oh, Ellie, it’s so nice to have you back in town! Your Aunt Maria has been going on and on for weeks about how excited she and Tommy are that you’re moving back!”

“Yeah, they seem pretty psyched to have me home,” Ellie says, smiling kindly. “It’s good to be back, Wendy.”

“Maria kept wishing you would move back after you’d graduated college! And I kept telling her, ‘kids gotta get their feet wet first!’ But look at you, back home again finally!”

“Yeah, Boston was pretty great. But it wasn’t for me, and I really missed Jackson.”

Wendy smiled at this.

“Oh, having you two back here like this feels like things never changed. I wish that I knew you were both coming in; otherwise, I would have saved your usual table!” Wendy says, gesturing towards a booth in the corner of the diner.

You glance over and see a young couple sitting together, holding hands across the table. They were slightly obscured by this old, beat-up jukebox that was playing some old 80s song.

“Oh, it’s alright, Wendy,” Ellie says, waving her hand. “We’re good here.”

“Well, okay!” She dips her hand in her apron. “Oh my, I forgot my pen and pad! Oh, and I haven’t even brought you your coffee yet! I swear, I think my brain is slowly spilling out of my ears every day!”

Ellie laughs and you grimace at the image.

“Let me go grab those things real quick, and then I’ll take your gals’ order!” Wendy says gleefully.

“That’d be great.” Ellie replies.

Wendy beams at both of you before making her way back to behind the counter.

“Since when did you drink coffee?” You ask Ellie, to which she shrugs.

“Kind of grew on me back in college. Still have to drink it with tons of sugar and creamer, though.” She says.

“Ahh, well, that explains the oat milk latte from the other day.”

“Memorized my order, huh?” She teases.

Wendy the waitress saves you from your bashfulness by arriving with two coffee cups in one hand and a coffee pot in the other. As Wendy pours into each of your cups, Wendy decides to gush more over the two of you.

“I was just telling Esther in the back how much we would dread when you two rascals would come in here. I remember how you two would come in and order one milkshake to share and a plate of fries and then pay us with dimes and nickels! Drove us nuts to count it all out!”

You and Ellie laugh nervously, embarrassed over your childhood antics.

“And you’d come in here and play that one a-ha! song over and over again if you had any leftover change! Oh, we all got so sick of that song that Raja almost took out the jukebox at one point!” Wendy chortles.

“Right, “Take on Me” was what we always played,” You recall. “Sorry, Wendy.”

“Oh, it’s alright,” She says, waving you off. “In fact, someone put that song on the jukebox a few weeks back and it made me miss those good old days.” She sighs, reminiscing.

Ellie glances at you while you look at Wendy in her reverie. Ellie’s eyes look gentle and affectionate, an expression that hasn’t adorned her face in years.

“Oh, I do miss you youngsters and your shenanigans. Drove me crazy, but it kept me young. Do you recall when you came in here absolutely sopping wet, Ellie?”

Ellie blushes suddenly, scratching the back of her neck as her freckles turn pink once more.

“Y-yeah. Sorry about that.”

“Oh, you got the floor all wet and dirty, and your usual booth smelled like wet dog for a week!” Wendy cackles.

“Oh?” You ask. “When was that?”

“It was back in—” Wendy starts, but another waitress called behind the counter.

“Wendy, honey! Table 12 spilled orange juice everywhere; can you grab the mop?”

“Oh darn,” Wendy says. “Let me go take care of this mess real quick, sweethearts! And I’ll be right back for your orders!”

Wendy walks off quickly and leaves the two of you alone once more.

You glance at Ellie.

“When did that happen?” You question curiously.

“Umm,” Ellie says nervously. “It was that day. At the lake.”

Your face softens in recognition.

“Els, come on!!” You yelled, pulling her with you.

“Dude, no!”

“Els, 17 is way too old to be afraid of the water!”

“I am not afraid of the water!” Ellie said, breaking free from your grasp and crossing her arms.

Joel had dragged you and Ellie with him for a fishing trip by a nearby lake. He’d forgotten his bait box back at his and Ellie’s home, and he left you and Ellie to your own devices while he drove back to grab it. Bored out of your mind, you were trying to convince Ellie to jump into the lake with you from a large rock that oversaw the water.

“Then you won’t have any problems if I just…” You made the motion of pushing someone. “...throw you into the lake, by any chance?”

Ellie backed away from you, holding her hands up.

“Don’t you fucking dare, man,” She said. “I will never, ever forgive you.”

You groaned then dragged your feet to the edge. You looked over at the lake.

“It’s not that high of a jump, Els! Come on, Joel and I taught you to swim two summers ago!”

“Let’s just get back to the shore, dude. He’ll be back any second.” She said.

“You know Joel won’t be back for another half hour.” You replied, knowing that Joel would find a million other things to do before heading out again. You skipped over to where she stood feet away from the edge of the mini-cliff.

You grabbed both of her hands in yours. Her breathing hitched when your skin touched hers.

It had been a month since your little sister unveiled her drawing of you and Ellie sleeping together. Ever since then, Ellie seemed nervous to be near you, much less be touched by you. You were still best friends and still as close as ever, but there’d been a palpable tension in the air after that awkward moment in your bedroom. It was as if you were both just waiting for something to happen, something inevitable.

“Pretty please, Els?” You asked your best friend, batting your eyelashes at her. She blushed furiously.

“You’re gonna catch your death if you jump in. It’s chilly.” Ellie said. “And I’m not lending you my jacket if you get your clothes all wet.”

“Fine.” You said. You release her hands and walk towards the edge once more. Ellie’s eyes widen as you begin shedding your clothing: first, your shoes, then your pants, and finally your shirt.

Ellie averts her gaze as you were left in just your underwear.

“Problem solved.” You said boldly. You walk back over to her.

It wasn’t as if you and Ellie hadn’t seen each other intimately before, having been best friends for many years. But for the last month, she started seeing you in a much different light and looking at you this intimately was opening the floodgates.

“Come on, Els.” You said, tugging on her shirt. “Take a leap with me.”

Before Ellie could respond, you sighed and turned away from her to walk back near the water, discarded the rest of your clothing, and jumped off the edge with a scream.

“Goddamn it.” Ellie said, rushing over to see where you’d dove. She watched as you eventually emerged, ripples reverberating around you.

“Let’s go, Ellie!” You yelled from the water.

Ellie backed away from the edge, took a deep breath, and said, “Fuck it.”

She replicated your actions and took off her clothes, all the way down to her black sports bra and boxers.

You were swimming around in circles when you saw Ellie’s stark naked figure plummeting into the lake before landing ten feet away from you. You beamed, wading towards her as she rose from underneath.

“You actually did it!” You exclaimed. Ellie splashed you, lake water getting in your eyes.

“Ellie!” You whined.

“You’re the fucking worst!” She said, pouting.

“You love me!” You said, ribbing.

“No, you’re the worst, I hate you.” Ellie said, splashing you once more. You splashed her back.

You both waded closer to the shore until you both felt your toes touch the bottom of the lake.

“You jumped in for me, you fucking adore me!” You giggled.

“Oh, please, you wish.” Ellie scoffed before you reached over to squeeze her cheeks together.

“Hey!” She said, muffled.

“Don’t deny your love for me, Miss Ellie Williams.” You teased before giggling again as you release her face.

“Nope, hate you ‘til I die.” Ellie said stubbornly, to which you shove her shoulder.

“Well, too bad, because I love you!” You said.

“Uh-huh.” Ellie replied, rolling her eyes.

She began to turn away from you to paddle towards the shore.

You take a leap.

“I do love you.” You suddenly said.

“Yeah, I know, man.”

“No, Ellie, I—” You said, stuttering. “I-I love you.”

She turned back to face you.

“What?”

You swam closer to her until your faces were inches apart.

“I love you, Ellie.”

Ellie blinked.

“I—” She began, unsure of what to say.

“Sorry, I just—I just wanted to tell you that, that’s all.” You whispered, looking down at your submerged and naked figure instead of at her.

“No, it’s okay, I—” Ellie started once more. “I-I love you too.”

Your eyes shot up to meet hers.

“What?”

“Y-yeah, I—” Ellie began, but she’s cut off when your lips suddenly meet hers.

It was as if fireworks began erupting within you. As the shock of your kiss wore off, Ellie melted into you as she grabbed your face to draw you closer to her. You wrapped your arms around her neck as she pulled you in tighter.

No amount of fantasizing could ever prepare you for the euphoria that was kissing Ellie Williams. It was like everything fell into place, like your entire friendship was leading up to this. It felt so foolish that you hadn’t realized this sooner, that you had to wait all this time to let yourself fall in love with your best friend.

You were both pulled into this bubble where it was just you, Ellie, and the lake. You felt inevitable.

You broke off, needing to catch your breath. Your foreheads were pressed up against each other, both of you breathless. Your head felt empty but your heart was full.

Before you could say anything, you felt Ellie’s hands leave your face. Your eyes shoot open to see Ellie already at the shore, bounding towards the rock you’d jumped off from.

“Ellie!” You called out, but she didn’t respond.

You watched as she reached the mini-cliff where you’d both left your clothing. You thought for a second that she was going to jump back in, but instead, she was pulling her clothes back on.

You made your way to the shore, shivering and embracing yourself.

“Ellie!” You called out again. “Where are you going?!”

Ellie had pulled on her Converse, quickly tying the laces into knots. Fully dressed, she looked down at you, still bare and exposed.

You could make out her face from where you were, but you didn’t recognize the look she wore. It wasn’t anger or pity or sadness. You’d never seen her make that expression before.

You started towards the rock, but Ellie was quicker. She ran off before you even got close to her, dripping lake water behind her and leaving you still at the shore, naked and screaming for her to come back.

“Oh,” You say. “This is where you came after that?”

“Yeah,” Ellie replies. “Wasn’t sure where else to go.”

“I always wondered,” You say. “Cause when Joel got back, we drove back to your house, and you weren’t there. You never said where you’d gone.”

“Yeah, well. I was just some scared little kid.” She admits.

“It’s okay,” You reassure. “Me too.”

You stare once more into the ocean in her eyes. You didn’t mean to bring up the past. You’d wanted to keep this meeting bureaucratic, free from the judgment of yesterday.

You decide to break the silence with humour.

“Kind of crazy how you ran away from me real fast.” You giggle, taking a sip of your coffee.

Ellie doesn’t laugh; instead, she takes a leap and reaches over to your free hand that you’d placed on the table, putting hers over it.

Your eyes widen as she looks at you in a way that no one else ever has.

“But I’m not running away now.” She says genuinely.

You place your cup down and give her a soft smile.

“Good.” You reply.

You feel the water finally flow under the bridge.

author’s notes:

sabrina propaganda, sabrina propaganda, sabrina propaganda, sabrina propaganda, sabrina propaganda, sabrina propaganda

sorry for teasing this for so long! i have issues

the reader's sister's name is based on my little sister's name kiko :) they're also an artist and currently studying to be an animator!

hope y'all enjoy this! spent so much coming up with the concept and writing about it cause i have such a connection to this song! let me know what you think and reblog if you can ♡

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babybadger · 4 months

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Do you write for Pierre Gasly? If so what about how Pierre reacts to finding out you want kids within the next five years. I love your writing about drivers with kids x

Recently you and Pierre had travelled back to France over the break and met with his family, including his gorgeous little nephew.

Pierre suggested babysitting his nephew to let his brother and wife have some time off as parents. However he didn’t inform you of this. Meaning when you came back from the shops and heard a screaming baby in your apartment, you were very confused.

Walking further into the apartment you sed Pierre standing in the kitchen, sippy cup in hand trying to bribe the poor child to calm down. “mama mama mama” the little one in Pierre’s arms muttered in between big gasps for air.

“My my my what’s going on in here then peaches” You ask Pierre who lets out a breath when he sees his backup. Your nephew immediately silenced himself to just little sniffs and reaches out his arms for you. Walking closer to Pierre, you take the child and place the sippy cup on the kitchen island. Holding him close to your chest you slowly sway and whisper in his ear. “Is it scary away from mama? That’s okay little one she’ll be back soon. You’re okay shhh shh shhh.”

Pierre looks at you amazed with wide eyeballs and a dropped chin. He’d been trying to calm him down for the past 20 minutes and here you are swaying slowly round the kitchen as his eyelids gradually begin to drop and he gently lulls himself to sleep, head on your shoulder. “How did you do that?” He whisper shouts at you as you both move towards the couch and the little boy snuggles into your chest. “I’ve got a way with babies. People around me always say so. I love them so much.” You reply, gently running a finger over the little one’s thinly haired head.

Pierre watches you admire the little one in your arms. Content as you watch his tiny chubby cheeks now dry from tears, puffing in and out as he sleeps soundly on you.“You never told me how much you love babies” Pierre speaks softly back, worried of your response. “I didn’t want you to feel pressured. Your job is very time consuming, I don’t want you to feel like you have to choose between raising babies or racing.” Pierre shuffled back on the sofa and looks across the room. He was disappointed in himself that he didn’t know how much you wanted a family. He felt horrible that you were basing your life around his dream. Taking a deep breath, he turns to you and asked “if me racing wasn’t a factor, would we have a family by now?”

You smile softly as you register the sadness in Pierre’s voice. He wants you to have everything you want, and he especially wants a family with you. “Racing will always be a factor baby, and that’s okay. No point wondering if this and if that. I love our little life. That being said, I don’t want to wait around forever or one day wish I had kids earlier. Our time will come.” You smile at him, your hand extending to hold the side of his face. Your thumb rubbing the frown line between his eyebrows to soften it.

You look back down to the quiet baby on your chest. “Want to hold him now he’s settled, while I put my shopping away?” Pierre looked at you a little frightened. “I don’t know how to deal with babies.” You giggle at him and shuffle across the couch to him, slowly moving the contently sleeping baby boy over to Pierre’s lap. “He’s asleep babe, he’s not going to attack you.” You smile as you watch pierre’s body physically relax into the sofa, a little smirk on his face as he places a hand on the babies back and looks down at him with admiration. “Okay we need one of these.” he chuckles quietly. “The next five years are gonna be crazy.” You say standing up from the couch to leave, kind of hoping Pierre doesn’t register what you said. “Five years?” he questioned, his head snapping to you. You have to sit back down, you can’t ignore that you just said that. “Yeah I mean, I’m not getting any younger Pierre, I’d like babies while i’m still young.” You mumble looking between the baby on his chest and the floor. “I was thinking more in the next two babygirl.” Your eyes snap to his, the smirk evident on his face. “Yeah I guess we could have one in the next couple years couldn’t we.” Pierre huffs out a chuckle at you and pulls you into the opposite shoulder his nephew had nestled into. “Just imagine, in a couple years, this little baby could be replaced by our own.” Your mind drifts to the two lines test in the nightstand. “Yup it could be.”

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 blurb #f1 imagines #f1 one shot #f1 x you #formula one imagines #formula one imagine #pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly #pierre gasly x reader

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sunsetsimon · 4 months

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i’ve been lurking through your page for the past few days and i’m screaming, crying, kicking my feet at simon. ANYWAYS— i’ve had a scary interaction yesterday evening when i parked my car and a guy opened my door when i was gathering my things from the passenger seat.

i screamed, which made him flinch and i was able to close the door and lock myself in. he banged my window and kept on trying to talk to me until he finally left.

i had a full blown panic attack and it took my 20 minutes to gather enough courage to get out and run home.

what’s scarier is that i am four months along w/ my bsf’s baby (USE PROTECTION KIDS, ONE SILLY MISTAKE AND YOU LOSE YOUR BSF AND FEEL LIKE A WHALE) and i don’t have anyone to call/reach so…… now… i can only think of reader experiencing this, but being able to call simon and him just comforting her afterwards and coming to save her <3 ugh i need a simon in my life hahahah

anyways—— sorry if this was weird and a strange word vomit too, feel free to ignore!! stay safe 🫶🏼

— momanon 🧞‍♀️

HOLY FUCKING SHIT. i'm so glad you're okay ugh that's terrifying!!! and i hope you have the happiest and healthiest pregnancy ever <333 mwah!

simon is fucking fuming, he can't think of the last time he was this riled up, ready to split this guy down the middle. your hands are shaking as you call him, struggling to hold your phone up to your ear, voice trembling as you speak. the line goes silent, all you hear is quick shuffling of what you can only assume is simon grabbing his keys to come to you.

“what does he look like? which direction is he walking to? what is he wearing?” firing off question after question, picturing all the ways he can send this man to his maker. of course you’re shaken, thoughts twisted from pure shock and adrenaline.

“don’t fucking move,” he orders you, and you can hear the loud acceleration of his car, driving way over the speed limit, running stop signs, tunnel visioned on getting to you.

he’s there faster than you can really process, his energy completely different. simon’s demeanor is dark, intimidating, enough to pull you out of your shock. his eyes are scanning the parking lot, searching for anyone who fits the description of the man.

“are you okay?” he asks, opening your door to pull you into his arms.

he holds you against his chest, taking deep breaths to coax you into calming down, his chest rising and falling in tempo with yours. his warm hand rests on your tummy, rubbing lightly as if he was soothing the baby.

“yeah that was just… scary,” you say, observing the cars around you once more. it's you and simon, and a woman about your age walking down the rows of cars. keys and purse in hand, she quickly passes you and gets in a blue car parked a few spaces down. though she didn't give you a second glance, simon watched her like a hawk, brown eyes scanning for the man lurking around.

"m'never letting you go anywhere alone again. especially while carryin' my kid with you," he huffs as the woman shuts her car door, quickly backing out and leaving. you're gathering your things, filling your bag with everything that had spilled in your fright, flinging things around while locking the door.

simon guides you out of your car by your hand, holding his other arm out to help stabilize you if you need it. grabbing the bag from you, he kisses your forehead and walks on your heels the entire way. from then on, he keeps his promise of not allowing you to go anywhere alone, always by your side to protect you.

#ghost x reader #.wbm #simon riley x reader #cod x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #momanon🧞‍♀️

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butdaddyilovehim-hs · 8 months

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Tolerate It II

"What would you do if I break free and leave us in ruins?"

Read Part I here

Quite frankly, Harry isn’t sure how much longer he can take this. He listens to Y/N’s request for space for all of 4 days.

On Sunday, Harry finds the whiskey he put away when Elle was born. He finishes the bottle.

On Monday, he works himself into a frenzy looking at pictures of Y/N at their wedding. The smile on her face sends him spiralling as he realises he hasn’t seen her smile like that in a while.

On Tuesday, Anne calls him and boy does she let him have it. She doesn’t yell but she knocks some sense into him and Harry’s heart breaks. She tells him Y/N has barely said two words since she arrived and if he doesn’t act soon, he’s going to lose the two things that are supposed to be most important to him.

So he breaks out his rock records, blasting the music as loud as he can to drown out the screaming voices in his head telling him that he’s lost his wife forever. Oh and he also drinks himself into oblivion. Again.

On Wednesday afternoon he’s hungover and slightly delirious. And so naturally, he texts her.

Harry: Y/N I’m so sorry my love. I hope you and Elle are ok at mum’s. She told me you were there. I know you might not be ready but I’m here when you want to talk. I’ll be home for the rest of the week love. Come over when you’re ready.

He waits by the phone like a lovesick teenager for 20 minutes, almost falling off the bed when the status of the text changes from delivered to read. He waits for another 20 minutes willing for the three dots to appear and when they don’t, he turns the music back on, quieter this time, ignores the pounding in his head and closes his eyes.

He sleeps the rest of the day away, waking around noon on Thursday, his heart jumping out of his chest when he sees a new message notification. He sighs dejectedly when he realises it’s not Y/N, his eyes widening as he realises the text is from Kendall.

Kendall: We need to talk H. I’m so sorry about the articles. I’m on my way over, hope you’re home.

Harry rubs his faces tiredly before forcing himself out of bed. Kendall is the last person he wants to see right now but he knows there isn’t any point in telling her not to come if she’s on her way.

So he cleans (barely), shaves and showers, in an effort to make it seem like he hasn’t been living on his couch and off takeout for the past few days.

There’s a knock at the door and Harry drags his feet over to the front door.

“Hi…” The woman at the door speaks in an almost whisper, timidly shifting from foot to foot.

Harry thinks his mind is playing a sick joke on him. 4 days of drinking his life away and he’s suddenly seeing visions. But the woman in front of him doesn’t seem to disappear no matter how many times he blinks and so he comes to the conclusion that she must be real.

“Y/N? I... What are you doing here?” Is all he can think to say. As soon as the words are out of his mouth he regrets them. He winces as his wife’s face contorts into a look of hurt and slight annoyance.

“What am I doing here? In my house? Good god Harry I left for space, I didn’t move out. Can I come in or are we going to keep having this conversation in the doorway?”

“I didn’t mean- Of course come in love. I just didn’t expect to see you so soon.” He steps aside to let her through and follows her as she walks to the couch and takes a seat. He sits beside her and the silence is loud.

“So…” Y/N begins, shooting a tentative look at Harry who’s looking at her intently.

“How’s Elle? I miss my little bug. I’ve missed you both.”

“She’s good. Loved the extra grandma time the last few days. I’ve missed you too H. But we need to figure this out before we keep going. I don’t know how many more chances I can give, I don’t know how many nights I can stay up waiting, hoping for you to call. I shouldn’t have to hope you’ll call, you’re my husband you should want to call.” Y/N sighs, wiping her hand over her face quickly to stop the tears from falling. Harry intertwines their fingers squeezing her hand in his. He does it twice more and Y/N gives him a watery smile. It was something they used to do when they were first married; whenever they were in public they would squeeze each others hands three times.

I. Love. You.

He lifts her hand to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to it.

“Y/N, I fucked up. Multiple times. I haven’t been there for you and I wish I could tell you that it’s simply because work was mental but I was overwhelmed and so I looked for distractions. It’s no excuse I know that. But I love you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone and sometimes I wish I didn’t love you so much because I need you like oxygen. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I’ve been an idiot to take you for granted. I’m going to be home by 5 every day from now on I promise. We’re going to have dinner together every night. We’re going to get a nanny so that you and I can go on dates like we used to. I’m going to-“

“Slow down cowboy.” Y/N grins. A bright smile that reaches all the way to her eyes.

“We’re going to be ok?” It’s supposed to be a statement but it sounds more like a question when it comes out of Y/N’s mouth.

“We’re going to be ok.” Harry affirms. He leans in to kiss her, pulling back at the sound of the door opening.

“Harry? You home? The door was unlocked so I just came in. Oh! Y/N, hi.” Kendall’s stilettos click against the wooden floor as she walks into the living room, taking in the couple sitting on the couch.

“I just wanted to come by to-”

Y/N cuts her off.

“Did you invite her over here Harry? Is that why you were so surprised when I got here? For fucks sakes.” She looks heartbroken.

Harry is silent. It isn’t what it looks like. He knows that, Kendall knows that. Y/N… doesn’t know that. It seems he’s silent for too long because Y/N is suddenly standing and grabbing her bag off the coffee table.

“Kendall, get out. Y/N let me explain. Please love, after all we talked about you have to know I wouldn’t do that to you.”

Kendall leaves, muttering a plethora of apologies as Y/N stares at him with red rimmed eyes, her bag gripped tightly in her hand as though she’s planning her escape.

“Two minutes Harry. You’ve got two minutes to explain yourself before I walk out this door and this time I won’t be coming back.”

Read Part III here

A/N: Thoughts?! All your comments and reblogs are appreciated I love youuuuu ✨🫶

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frenchkisstheabyss · 10 months

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♡ hyunjin loving your body ♡

♡ This is a request by this sweetheart of an anon. I hope I did justice to what you wanted ♡

Pairing: boyfriend!hyunjin x curvy!fem!reader

Genre: fluff & a lil spicy

Word Count: 900

Warnings: kissing, hyunjin's hands are obsessed with your booty, strong language

“Aah!” you scream, not out of fear but out of frustration. This is the 6th pair of shorts you’ve tried on in your usual size and not one of them fit. There have been small comments from your friends here and there about your butt getting bigger. You’ve done your best to ignore them, thinking they were just trying to push your buttons, but these past 20 minutes in the dressing room have proven them right. You turn to check yourself out in the mirror, dropping your shoulders with a huff.

Your boyfriend’s been planning this trip for weeks. With his schedule being so tight lately, it means a lot to finally spend some time together. It’ll be especially romantic doing it on an island where there’s water as clear and blue as the sky. You’ll breathe the freshest air to ever fill your lungs shielded from the noise of the outside world by the sounds of birds and dolphins. In a matter of days, you’ll be in heaven but right now? This is fucking hell.

“Y/N, what’s going on!” Hyunjin shouts, banging on the door. You jump, grasping at your chest, “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” “I’m sorry” he apologizes, his tone softening, “I heard you screaming so I kinda had to come check on you. Are you okay?” You contemplate lying to him for a moment, not wanting to worry him, but that ship has sailed. “I’m okay. Only I’m not…I just…” The door behind you creaks, rattling the metal lock. “Open the door” he demands, some of the firmness returning to his voice.

“What? No! This is a women’s dressing room. What if someone sees you?” He pushes on the door again, stubborn as always when it comes to you, “Who gives a shit? Plus, no one’s even out here. Open the door!” Hyunjin’s not going to give up and you know it. Putting up a fight would just be useless so you slide the lock open, letting him in. “So,” he sighs, resting his chin on your shoulder, long hair tickling your cheek, “What’s the problem?” “I have a fat ass. That’s the problem” you pout, pulling at each side of your unzipped shorts to show him how much effort it takes to make them meet.

Hyunjin laughs, genuinely caught off guard by your answer, “Your ass is fat? That’s the problem?” “That’s it! Get out!” you shout, turning around to push him back towards the door. You use all of your strength but he doesn’t budge. Instead, he wraps his arms around your waist, cupping the plush of your ass with his hands. “Look over your shoulder” he insists. You open your mouth to speak but he’s already cutting you off, “Just look, baby, please.” Hesitantly, you glance over your shoulder and it’s still there in the reflection. The source of your insecurity. “You do have a fat ass” he admits, only not in the same disgusted way you’ve spoken about your body.

“You have…” he squeezes one cheek in his hand, slapping the other so that it jiggles, “the juiciest, softest ass I’ve ever seen in my life. It’s perfect.” You turn back around, laying your face against his chest, “Stop.” Tilting his head, he locks eyes with you, washing you with sincerity. “This ass that I lay my head on every chance I get. This ass that looks good in anything…” He grazes your top lip with his bottom, sending chills down your spine. “This ass that I grip when you’re riding my face…” Your eyes widen, feeling him grow hard against you, and you can’t contain the tiny smile forming on your lips. Smiling back at you, he sweeps you into a deep, patient kiss, all the while worshiping your ass with his hands.

Kneading. Slapping. Massaging. Pinching. Delicate but passionate. Hyunjin takes a hand and cradles the back of your neck, licking his way down your chin to give your neck the same attention he did your mouth. Your nails dig into his chest, twirling the cotton of his t-shirt between your fingers. And suddenly you’re hot all over. Feeling him praise your curves with his hands, sparking flames along the surface of your tender flesh, washes the doubt from your mind. “Fuck…” he growls against your skin, “Look what you do to me, woman!”

Faster than you can register he’s leaning around you, nibbling at the part of your ass peeking out the bottom of your shorts. “Cut it out” you giggle, managing to pull away but he’s right behind you, making sure to nibble as much of the left cheek as he did the right. Pinning you against the door, he traces the curve of your ass with his hardness, letting you feel all of him. “If you lose weight, gain weight, or don’t change at all your body will always be beautiful” he swears, bringing his arms back around your waist, “You will always be beautiful, okay?” It takes you a second to let his adoration of your body…of you…sink in.

When it does, your insecurities don’t magically melt away but the voices in your head telling you that you aren’t good enough are quieter now. Blanketed by Hyunjin’s words like heavy winter snow, you can barely make out what those voices are saying. There’s only you and him. And a new, blossoming love for your body.

#hyunjin x y/n #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x you #request #plus size reader #chubby reader #stray kids x you #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x reader

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heavyhitterheaux · 11 months

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fl and Jack cuddling on the couch and triplets join them!

Jack had just gotten back from being away for two weeks and the two of you were cuddling on the couch in a comfortable silence. You were getting better with handling the triplets by yourself since they’ve gotten older and can be a little bit more independent.

It was around midnight when he had gotten back and he knew that they were fast asleep, so decided that he would spend more time with them in the morning before they went to school and would get them ice cream for when he picked them up.

You weren’t expecting him until tomorrow morning, so you were excited when you were just on the couch watching a movie and heard his footsteps come through the door.

“I missed you, but you already knew that since I’ve told you about a hundred times since you’ve been back.” You said while picking your head up from his chest to look at him.

Jack simply smiled before pressing a kiss to your temple and squeezing you tighter.

“And I missed you too. I tried to get back here as soon as possible because I don’t like leaving you by yourself with them for long stretches of time. I know you can handle it and you have plenty of people to help you when I’m not here, but still.”

“I get it, but we were fine. No temper tantrums or meltdowns in the past two weeks surprisingly. Although Autumn had a mini one when she couldn’t find her Goldfish and Axel had eaten them. You would have thought someone was trying to murder her with how loud she screamed.”

“Sounds like something your daughter would do.”

“Don’t start, Jackman. She’s yours when she acts up, she’s mine when she’s on her best behavior.”

“That’s hilarious because when is she ever on her best behavior?”

“She’s gotten better!”

Just then the two of you heard the pitter patter of little feet and Jack turned behind him to see all three of them on the steps looking at the both of you.

“What are you three doing awake when you have to go to school tomorrow?” Jack curiously asked.

“Mommy gets cuddles, so we do too.” Axel said while peeking from behind Ivy who was nodding her head in agreement while Autumn was already making her way to the couch to join the two of you, not even bothering to wait for her siblings.

“The three of you can stay awake for thirty minutes and then back to bed you go.”

“Fine, daddy, move over and make room!” Ivy said and you couldn’t help but laugh. You picked up Autumn first and Jack held onto her with his right arm, while Axel was next and got put in the middle, while Ivy climbed up herself and was laying the closest to you and Jack ended up putting his arms around all four of you.

“We missed you daddy. We heard you talking to mommy.”

“So we had to get a hug from you.”

“I missed all four of you and you know how much I hate being away for long periods of time.”

“You gone for like a whole year.”

“Autumn, baby, I was gone for two weeks, not a year.” Jack said before laughing and kissing the top of her head.

“Feels like year.”

“That sounds like exactly something your mother would say.”

“We don't like being away from you and we're not afraid to admit it. Besides you know you love it.” You said while looking up at him.

"Wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world." Jack replied as he leaned to kiss you.

Looking back on it, Jack didn't think that this would ever happen with how at odds you two were, but he was forever grateful that you gave him a second chance to get it right.

Now that he had his perfect family, he knew that he would do anything to protect the four of you and to make sure none of you wanted for anything.

"Mommy, daddy, I want a brother." Ivy quietly said and you did a double take to look at her.

"What the? IVY, you have one!" Jack exclaimed while gesturing towards Axel who had drifted off to sleep.

"I want another one!"

"Well, that's up to mommy so you need to take that up with her."

"Mommy?"

"You'll get another brother or sister when you're 20."

"That's too long from now!"

"Take it or leave it kid, what mommy says, goes."

#jack harlow #jack harlow fic #jack harlow x black reader #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #first lady of pg concepts #exoticr0ses

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heavenlyhoundoom · 26 days

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Sun and Moon show incorrect quotes 2.

1.Lunar: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything? Lunar: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies. Sun: Socks are Feetie Heaties. Moon: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties. Bloodmoon: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies. Earth: Stamps are Lickie Stickies. Eclipse: I hate you guys so much.

2.Ruin: I love the term 'partners'. Are we dating? Are we robbing a bank? Are we the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies and are members of an elite squad known as the special victims unit? Who knows.

3.Eclipse: sighs I have no friends… Ruin: Ruin: coughs Bitch, what am I? A roach?!

4.Ruin: Have I ever told you that I love you with my whole heart? Moon: For the love of all that is holy, I am not taking you to McDonalds. It’s 2am! Ruin: Mean.

5.Lunar: What does “take out” mean? Moon: Food. Sun: Dating. Eclipse: Murder. Bloodmoon: It can be all three if you’re brave enough.

6.Bloodmoon: Lunar, my old friend! Lunar: I think you tried to kill me at some point. Bloodmoon: That was obviously just my way of getting to know you.

7.Bloodmoon: Surgery is basically just stabbing someone to life. Sun: Please never become a surgeon.

8.Eclipse: Can you come out? Ruin: Yeah gimme a minute… Ruin: Eclipse, I’m gay. Eclipse: I know that. Come out to the car. Ruin: Okay. Ruin: Car, I’m gay.

9.Eclipse: What did you guys get in your yearbook? Lunar: 'Prettiest Smile' Earth: 'Nicest Personality' Bloodmoon: 'Most likely to start a bar fight' Ruin: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

10.Eclipse: writing a letter Eclipse: Dear Santa, I'm writing to let you know I've been naughty… And it was worth it you fat, judgemental bastard.

11.Bloodmoon: I have a plan. Sun: Good! As long as we aren’t breaking the law again, I’m open to hearing it. Bloodmoon: … Sun: … Bloodmoon: I no longer have a plan.

12.Bloodmoon, taping a knife onto a Roomba: Be free, my child. Moon, entering the room with a small cut on his ankle: Who the f-

13.Eclipse, slamming pots and pans together to the rhythm of "Give it to me, I'm worth it": I didn't get no sleep cause a' y'all! Y'all never gonna sleep cause a' me!

14.Sun: Where is everyone? Moon: Lunar had a nervous collapse, Earth is looking after him, Bloodmoon is trying to kill Eclipse, so I’m in charge. Sun: Oh my god! Moon: I know, right?

15.Eclipse: Something tells me Bloodmoon's going to be a bit more unhinged today… Bloodmoon, holding a lit match and a bag of cheetos: Leave me be, Ruin isn't home to stop me, I'm going feral.

16.Ruin: If you aren't someone the church wanted dead 300 years ago, are you really living?

17.Sun: Father, I have sinned. Ruin: Daddy, I’ve been naughty.

18.Moon: How late were you up last night? Bloodmoon & Ruin, in tandem: Me? Moon: No, not you two. You stay up late all the time. Moon, to Lunar: You.

19.Sun: What do you do when someone offers you drugs? Eclipse: Take them! Moon: Punch them in the neck! Ruin: Say thank you! Bloodmoon: Offer them more drugs to assert dominance! Sun: … Sun: No.

20.the Squad at Disneyland, in the teacups Sun, Earth, and Lunar: spinning a little and talking Bloodmoon, Eclipse, and Ruin: flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming

#Fnaf #sun and moon show #Sundrop #Moondrop #sams lunar #sams eclipse #sams earth #sams bloodmoon #sams ruin #incorrect quotes

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sugarfluffandallthatgoodstuff · 1 year

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Oikawa x injured reader

Background: you are Seijoh’s manager (you’re a second year) and you were running with the boys and you trip and twist your knee and in the process and tear your meniscus

Y/N= First name

L/N= last name

F/C=favorite color

F/F=favorite food

I/C/N= Incel name

YOUR POV

I had gone to school this morning in a rush so as not to be late. But alas luck was not on my side today

Because I ended up being over 20 minutes late to class and with the rain I hadn’t seen a light pole and ran right into it thus cracking one of my glasses lenses in a spiderweb fashion now rendering my left eye useless and my vision doubled

I sprinted through the halls to my class and was fortunately able to slip in undetected before attendance was even called only to be grossly hit on by the classroom’s resident greasy sleaze ball nice guy upon my immediate entrance.

“Well well m’lady will you finally go out with me or be a fool and go out with some jerk?”

“I-I’m sorry I/C/N I’m just… not interested in you.”

“Wow you’re so rude L/N and I’ve been sooo nice to you”

I just avoided eye contact and just went to a nice darker corner of the room to get away from him and pray for the day to end without another absolute travesty happening again

But alas

This was not the case

“YYYYYYYYY/NNNNNNNNNNNNNN-CHAAAAAAAAAAAN!”

Of course Tooru fucking Oikawa had to come bursting in to the one class I had with the greasy incel

“What do you need Oikawa-San?”

“Y/N-chan we are having an extra practice next class and I thought I would come to tell you!”

“IS THIS WHY YOU WON’T GO OUT WITH ME?!? BECAUSE YOU’RE WITH HIM?!?!”

“I/C/N it’s not-“

“SO I’M JUST NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU?!?!”

“SHUT UP CAN’T YOU SEE I’M TRYING TO TALK TO THE MANAGER OF OUR VOLLEYBALL TEAM?!?!”

“Anyway Y/N-chan you’re free to join us at anytime but maybe you’ll wanna come early? We’re thinking of also planning a team bonding activity”

I realized I had a choice to go and join them when the teacher looked at me and nodded her head

“Of course I’ll help!”

And of course riiiiiiiiiiight when I got up and got to where Oikawa that nasty incel started screaming out a bunch of incoherent curses and… interesting expletives

Thankfully Oikawa had speedily put his hand to my lower back and escorted me out

“You deal with that everyday?”

“Yeah but it’s fine. As long as I ignore him there’s no worry”

“That doesn’t change that he’s being creepy and you shouldn’t have to deal with that”

“Just drop it Oikawa-san I can’t have you worrying about something that might cloud your mind”

TIME SKIP TO PRACTICE

“Alright boys I want all of you to go run to the track, run 2 laps and run back to build your endurance” the coach said while very specifically looking at Kyotani and as if to say ‘if you so much as get a scrape competing against each other I’ll skin you alive’

“Pardon my interruption coach but may I also run with the team? I’m trying to build my lung capacity for band again”

“Sure just make sure to keep an eye on Oikawa and Kyotani and not get lost”

And with that we were off

I put one headphone in and started jogging. At first I was at the middle of the pack but I steadily made my way to the front and when I finally made my way to the front I started running faster up the slope that would take us to the track.

By the time we finished the first lap out of my right ear I heard fast and thundering footsteps only to see Kyotani trying to sprint past me in order to assert his dominance but I sped up to double the pace of my music before starting my breathing technique for running thus officially leaving everyone in the dust.

I did not however account for Oikawa wanting to assert his dominance over Kyotani and Oikawa started SPRINTING not to catch up with me but to beat Kyotani. There was uh…one problem though.

Oikawa was EXTREMELY fast and had long legs (longer than mine like sheesh) I was worried he was gonna get hurt by trying to outrun everyone and right as he was finally catching up to me and about to pass me I started screaming “SLOW DOWN OIKAWA YOU’RE GONNA HURT YOURSELF AGAIN”

He IMMEDIATELY stopped running and only decided to run next to me and keep my pace since I already had out run the whole ass team and had lapped half the team

There was just one problem

The song changed to be faster

Like 30 BPM faster

So as the tempo changed in the music the tempo in my feet changed

“Y/N-CHAAAAAAAN SLOW DOWN I CAN’T KEEP UUUUUUUP”

“Sorry Oikawa but I gotta keep pace with my music for my training!”

He never caught all the way up to me but he stayed close behind

Which was a curse and a blessing for what I didn’t know what was coming

Because right after we got off the track I got my foot stuck in a hole and twisted my knee as I fell

“Y/N-CHAN!!”

“I’m okay Oikawa i just fell is all” which was true but I had to down play my injury in order to get better all around and to keep helping the team

“NO YOU’RE NOT YOU CAN’T FOOL ME! YOUR KNEE IS NOT OKAY! WE NEED TO GET YOU TO THE INFIRMARY!”

“I’m okay! Really! I can walk see?”

I then stand up only for my knee to betray me and give out

“Y/N”

He then runs to my side as I’m on the ground trying to quickly re-adjust my knee so it at least looks normal to make sure Oikawa doesn’t worry which could lead to me not being able to participate

“OH MY GOD Y/N ARE YOU OK?!?!?!”

“I-I’m ok I just need a few seconds to get up and walk it off is all-“

And of fucking course fucking Kindaichi catches up with us and that piece of shit of course calls out:

“HOLY SHIT L/N-SENPAI WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR KNEE IT’S ALL BENT OUT OF SHAPE”

So now there’s all this yelling because of Kindaichi’s panic call out and this of course brings on a new wave of panicked screaming from Oikawa and a now frantic Iwaizumi charging towards me

“It’s ok I-I’ll be fine I can walk it off. I always do I’m fine”.

“OI WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?” Oh of course Iwaizumi jumps into this mess

of course Oikawa jumps back into this and it becomes apparent that he’s not giving up on this and I realize there might not be an out for this.

and finally after what seemed like ages Oikawa comes back to me but with Iwaizumi this time

“Y/N I’m going to pick you up by your armpits and Oikawa is gonna help me get you back to the gym ok?”

“I’ll be fine Iwaizumi-san I can make it back fine”

“Nope we’re carrying you. Actually I’m going to relocate your knee so you’ll be in less pain”

“Nonononononononono I’ll be ok really I just need to not be a baby and walk it off.”

“Oi Shittykawa hold her still so I can do this ok”

Oikawa crouched down near me and wrapped his arms around my upper body and as Iwaizumi was putting my knee back in place, Oikawa decided that I needed a stronger distraction than just a surprise hug from behind

And so he decides to dig his fingers into my ribs and starts plucking at them like an electric guitar and nuzzling my cheek with his nose

“Waiahaihahahahahahait nohohohohohohohho oikahahahahahahahahawa thahahat tihihickles pleahehehehehehehse”

“Sorry Y/N-chan but you need this and you know what they say, laughter is the best medicine! Isn’t that right Iwa-chan?”

“I hate to say it but he’s right for once, it helps produce endorphins which lessens pain”

“I-hihihihihihihihihihihi neheheheheheehehehever sahahahahahahahaid ihihihit huhurt”

“Y/N-chan! What kind of captain would I be if I let our precious manager be hurt! And besides you’re always there for us so it’s only fair that we’re here for you!”

He of course moves his hands from my ribs to my tummy and that made it worse and made me squirm more than I had before and on top of that my laughter went from just barely held back giggles to full blown belly laughter

That gave Iwaizumi his chance to fix my knee and while I was distracted he got my leg and readjusted it at the knee, but as he was snapping my knee back to the correct position Oikawa went down to my hips and started scribbling there with his nails and I went WILD

“OIKAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAWAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHRE PLEAHEHEHHEHESE”

“Awwww how cute! Your laugh is so pretty! I could just eat you up! Coochie coochie coo! Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle~!”

“Oi Shittykawa I’m done you can stop now”

“Come now Iwa-chan are you hearing her laughing? She never laughs! And she’s so cute!”

“We have to get her back to the club room so her knee can get checked out by the nurse”

“Awww ok.” And he pouts and lets me go as my giggles finally die down and I try to get up but quickly get pulled back to the ground only to immediately be picked up again princess style by Oikawa.

Timeskip~

I had been taken back to the club room and the nurse had confirmed that on top of the dislocation of my knee I must have dislocated my meniscus and will need a brace as well as crutches for a week or 2.

“But will I be able to march?”

“I’m afraid not my dear for 2 weeks”

I was about to pipe in calling bullshit only to be cut off by Oikawa:

“It’s ok Y/N-Chan you have us to help you! Besides I’ve dealt with something similar before as you know so I can give you some tips and tricks too.” He says as he wraps his arms around me and nuzzles into my neck affectionately

I immediately get flustered by this and the nurse pipes in

“I-I’ll step out for a second so you 2 can have a moment to process”

Smooth. Real smooth

“Now that we’re alone I want to ask you something Y/N-chan. Just hear me out ok?”

“O-ok”

“I know we’ve known each other since early-ish middle school and that’s a long time, but I want to ask you something, will y-you go on a date with me Y/N-chan? I know this seems sudden but it’s been sitting for a while and I couldn’t just let it wither away in my brain. but If it already wasn't obvious to you Y/N-chan I've really liked you for some time and there’s no way I can live without you by my side. Every waking moment I’m with you it feels like a dream that I never want to wake up from”

“A-are you s-saying y-you l-like me O-Oikawa-san?”

“Yes Y/N-chan I do. More than that actually.” He says as he gently takes my hands in his and looks directly at me in my E/C eyes and smiled warmly. “It’s actually quite interesting how you didn’t notice~”

“I had no idea you felt that way. Considering you could have any girl you want and-”

“Y/N I swear to God if you say that you’re not good enough I might actually scream.”

“Oikawa-san! You can’t cuss! Hypocrite!”

Then he stuck his tongue out at me and blew a raspberry as he crossed his arms too.

“I didn’t use dirty language though! But on a separate note you better not say you’re good enough for me~”

“Ok but when you have creeps like I/C/N hitting on you and no one else then it gives that impression.”

“Ewwwww how dare he. I’m still jealous because there are boys from the baseball team who hit on you. Like just cause you can hit a ball with a stick doesn’t mean you’re good enough for Y/N-chan”

“What do you mean ‘good enough for me’? I’m not good enough looking for that high of a standard.”

“Look I love you and everything but you are painfully oblivious. A LOT of boys look at you. And you should have better standards because your looks? Stunning. Your personality is amazing too”

He walked over to me again and looked at me.

“But you ha-”

And he kisses me

“Oikawa-”

“Sorry Y/N-chan I couldn’t let you keep saying that stuff about yourself”

He just shrugs after that whole bombshell drop and sits down next to me on the bed and puts me on his lap

“Hey careful of the brace!”

“I know I know. And weren’t you the one telling me to be careful about mine~”

“Sh-shut up” I said getting flustered

“You know you love me~”

1 WEEK LATER…

“Alrighty boys you’ll be running up the hill to the track, 2 laps around the track and back down again. Except you L/N because you’re injured.”

“Awwwww come on coach I think I can do it! Pleeeeeease?

Then Oikawa piped in with the rich statement of:

“L/N you remember the doctor telling you to stay off it for 3 weeks and be on crutches for that time”

“Well I feel fine so screw it. A week is enough for me.”

“How about this coach, since I myself have been having problems with my knee I’ll stay back with her to make sure she doesn’t try anything sneaky.”

Iwaizumi had taken this as his chance to chime in:

“Wow shittykawa is doing something mature for once and taking care of himself at the same time”

And with that they were off

I had tried to get up as they were leaving when Oikawa had looked away for just a second

But

I did not succeed

“Hey where are you going you goofball?” Oikawa said as he grabbed onto my hips and pulled me into his lap this undoing my work to stand up again.

“Y-you can’t keep me down for long Oikawa!”

“Yes I can darling~just watch” as he finished saying that he put me between his legs and put them over mine to prevent me from standing again

“Oh and just for good measure to make sure you can’t escape~” he had grabbed both my wrists with one hand and started tickling me in all my weak areas on my tummy, sides, ribs etc.

“Oh look at that it seems my little Y/N-chan can’t move~ too bad she tried to fight me earlier forgetting I’m bigger in both weight and height.”

“SCREHEHEHEHEW YOUOHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA”

The end (part 2 maybe. Idk)

#oikawa x y/n #oikawa x reader #oikawa fluff #hurt/comfort #ticklish!reader #ler!oikawa #lee!reader #injured!reader #haikyuu x reader comfort #haikyuu tickle #shy!reader #haikyuu tickling #Holy shit I was gone for a long time

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wh4re4marvel · 2 years

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Pray for forgiveness.

(not my gif)

A/N: Sorry I’ve been gone so long. This was supposed to be up in March but life got, very life… Anyways here it is now, please enjoy. As always READ THE WARNINGS, and MINORS DNI, my work is strictly always 18+ and I’m also not responsible for anyone’s content consumption. Also, unrealistic but reader is 20+ in a private catholic college.

Summary:

A night out with friends after school leaves you tumbling the street of Hell's kitchen alone. Still in your shit school girl uniform brings the pervs out from the dark alleys, and the one and only hero Daredevil comes to your rescue. Now semi-sobered up, the masked man is now the reason your heart is pounding, and he can hear it. He can smell what he's doing to you just by being in your presence. He's just going to take you somewhere private, to protect you of course. Your teasing makes things take a bit of a turn, and Matt takes you in the one place he never thought he'd do such a thing. A church.

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem reader

Word Count: 2,600+

Warnings: Smut, p in v, dirty talk, religious talk and symbolism, mature actions in a church, hair pulling, choking, heightened senses, no protection, legal age gap, pet names, lots of dirty talk

You hiccuped stumbling the streets of Hell's Kitchen. A drunken smile plastered on your lips that didn't seem to leave as you thought about home. Missing your comfortable bed. Getting drinks with friends was fun, and easy because no one seems to care about an ID if you show some cleavage. Of course the shitty clerk wanted a number though. They always do.

If the man just glanced at the patch on your button up shirt he'd notice it literally said Saint Mary's Private School. However, he couldn't even maintain eye contact so what's the shocker?

Loud whistles startled you from your thoughts, looking left and right you figured they were for something or someone else. So you kept on moving, until the whistling started again. Yelling from behind you could be heard from miles. "Hey pretty girl, you lost?" "Need a ride home?" Those were the only two things you could fully make out. "Oh- I'm okay I'm going home." You tried your best to seem sober and get ready to run if they got any closer. "Saint Mary's hm? Do they know their students stay out past curfew to drink?" The tallest spoke up and moved closer. You stepped back slowly, with every step he took near. "I-I'm not- uhm..." your words got away from you. What did he even expect as a response? I mean come on...

"Ah it's alright. This can be all of our secret. How about you come with me and we get some more drinks?" He seemed to be the leader, radiating confidence. Panic set in and before you knew it, bam flat on your ass. You were so upset with yourself and embarrassed. Horror movie mistake right here. Dumb girl tripping not even a minute in.

Before you could scold yourself more, the street light above you went out with a crash. Like a rock was thrown at it, and it became nearly pitch black. The light wasn't doing much already. You screamed as arms scooped you up. A hand clamped over your mouth, and you were being carried bridle style. Being ran with in someone's arms. You began to thrash and fight him off with your life. A thud was heard and you were back on your ass with a thud.

"Hey hey hey, calm down, I'm daredevil. There were a lot of them, so I thought just getting you out of there was best. Are you okay?" The man with a black mask on his head asked. It looked like a scarf. "Sorry, y-yeah." You were catching your breath when you took the time to see who saved you. How his shirt hugged him, how deep his voice was, how plump his lips were. How could you be thinking about that at a time like this?

Matt heard your heart race and was worried. What could be wrong? "Are you hurt at all?" He asked trying to figure out what the problem was. "Oh- uhm no. I think I maybe scraped my legs a bit but it's nothing." You were fumbling over your words and tense, that's when it hit him.

The sweet smell of your aching cunt, your thin panties and short skirt not doing much to contain your excitement. "They're still around, looking for us. Should be gone in half an hour at the most." He explained, trying to focus his senses elsewhere. "Okay, t-thank you so much. You really don't have to stay, you've done s-so much already." God you hoped he'd stay... "I rather be safe than sorry. It's no problem at all." While he was ready to sit in a comfortable silence, you were rather bored and interested. "What's your name Mr. Daredevil?" You asked, fidgeting with your skirt. He chuckled, "now why would I tell you that?" The slight shake of his head made you smile. "Was worth a shot. I'm Y/N." You giggled a bit, that lingering alcohol made you more confident, hoping to see under that mask by the end of the night.

"Well Y/N what are you doing out at this time of night all alone?" The tone was taunting. It made your cheeks heat up and smile grow, glad he likely couldn't see you with the thick layer of black cloth over his eyes. He could hear your heart beat quicken as the smell of your dripping cunt ever so lightly hit his sense of smell again. He inhaled deeper through his nose, desperate for more of that sweet sweet smell between your thighs, he could almost taste it. Fuck he really wanted to taste you...

"Was with friends, then poof, I was all alone, but now I'm alone with you sir." Something about the way you said the last word made his already semi hard cock throb in his pants.

"Sir? You're catholic aren't you kitten?" He asked and the nickname made your brows raise and cunt ache. The masked man seemed to notice as he smirked. Cocky bastard.

"Born and raised in the church, never missed a sunday, I'm a really good girl sir." Absolute filth. You attempted to sound as innocent as possible, but the intention behind your words was clear as seduction was thickly laced in your tone. "I'm having some trouble believing that." You admired his smile as the words fell from his lips. You furrowed your eyebrows, lips in a pout. "What's so hard to believe?" Your tone was playfully hurt, he could hear the smile in your voice.

"Well, for starters, something tells me good catholic girls aren't roaming the streets in hardly any clothing and drunk on a Saturday Night, and honey the way I can smell how wet your sweet little pussy is, now that's just sinful." He was standing before you now. Head tilting as he stood above you, smirk plastered on his lips still. Not faltering for a single moment,

"Cat got your tongue kitten? Then let me give your pretty little mouth something to do." You bit your lip harshly in excitement and overwhelming nerves as the masked man undid his pants.

Minutes into him fucking your mouth and you were an absolute train wreck. Body shaking, thighs drenched with your slick, no time like the present to ovulate I guess. Your eyes were puffy from how much crying you've been doing, mouth painfully aching as it stretches to take all of what he's giving you, your nose smashing into his pelvic bone again and again, hair tangled in his rough hands and your angelic whimpers and gags as you take him so well.

"Such a good girl, you were right. Taking me so well." He groaned and you were in absolute awe, everything about me this man absolutely mouth watering. Down to his core he was sinful. The way he smelled even was lustful. He had to have been sent by the Devil himself, with the way he was built like an absolute perfect God.

Before he finished in your mouth he pulled you off, your spit coating him and running down your chin. He tugged on your jaw, pulling you to your feet slowly. Your shaky legs almost giving in.

"Want me to fuck you pretty girl?" He purred, one hand gently around your throat as the other slid up your skirt, feeling how wet you really were. "Use your words." The demand rather present in his tone. It felt as if something was blocking your words from leaving your lips, you were scared. No guy your age had made you feel anywhere close to this good and he's hardly touched you.

"That's alright, I'll get you rambling again kitten." Before you could ask what he meant, his fingers slid past the thin lacy drenched material of your panties, rubbing your wetness all along your folds as his middle finger ran up and down the slit of your eager pussy.

"So wet all for me? Bet you'd worship me huh? Already at a loss for words and I'm barely putting my finger tips on you sweet girl." Every word was taunting and left you beyond flustered, not to mention so incredibly horny. "Please." The word fell from your lips pathetically, you just wanted him so bad. No idea how much longer you can handle any of his teasing. Your eyes already beginning to water as you clench around nothing for probably the hundredth time.

"Please what?" Then his fingers left you completely and you swear you've never felt so ruined. Beyond pathetic you began to babble pleas and whining for the complete stranger in front of you. Matt wanted to take his time with you, something so fragile, naive, helpless, sweet and angelic. He could practically hear that cross chain necklace around your neck. If only God could see his little saint now.

“Please fuck me sir.” You whined, desperate for some contact or anything from him. Hell if he kept talking the way he did, while looking the way he did, you could definitely just make a mess in your panties from that alone.

As soon as the words left your mouth, he knew he lost control. Grabbing you by your hair, dragging you to the altar of the church. You had forgotten where the two of you were. Committing such sinful acts in such a holy place. You felt so dirty, your stomach slightly sinking but just for a moment before the devil himself tossed you onto the floor in front of wooden altar. A bible not even a foot away from where your knees landed.

“Pray.”

You must have misheard him, he’s kidding. You let out a nervous chuckle and turned to face him. His face unreadable especially with his eyes being covered. He didn’t seem to be joking though.

“You want to be fucked don’t you? Pray for it, and pray for forgiveness for making me have to deal with you being an absolute slut and taking care of your needs in a church of all places like the whore you are.” The harsh words sunk in, stinging a bit, but your body reacted much differently. Pussy flooding, dripping down your thighs and clenching, aching around nothing at his filthy words.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, otherwise I won’t fuck you kitten. And we both don’t want that now do we? Make sure to use your words this time.” The voice you heard was different from the same one that initially saved you earlier tonight. Deeper, darker and so full of pure lust.

“Yes sir.” You eagerly responded, so desperate for the man before you. You interlocked your fingers, bowing your head, with closed eyes you began to pray. Shame and guilt nowhere to be found as your hormones consumed you.

“Our Father, who art in Heaven, please forgive me for I have sinned, and am about to continue to do so.” As you spoke, he began to pull you to your feet, making you pause. “Don’t stop, make sure you pray for me too kitten.” He purred in your ear, bending you over the altar. Your eyes widening as you felt him flip up your skirt. Not wanting him to stop though, you continued.

“Forgive us both for the sins we are about to commit, and how badly I want it. I need it.” The cold air against your pussy as he pulled your panties to the side made you gasp. Without warning, he pushed into you slowly making you dig your nails into the wood your face was being pressed into, one of his hands arching your back to his liking as he semi forced himself in. Regardless of how absolutely filthily wet you were, he was just too big to fit in with ease, but he’d make it fit.

“Say Amen now baby.” He demanded, sliding in and out extraordinarily slow. As soon as you parted your lips to speak he began to thrust into you wildly. Loud cries escaping you from the sudden sting ridden pleasure. No matter how hard you tried to quiet yourself, biting your lip, holding a hand over your mouth, nothing could keep the noises he drew from you down. You felt so filthy being fucked so brutally in such a place. The smallest pinch of guilt rose as you could almost feel the eyes of a Jesus statue across the room peering into your soul, but part of you liked that. How crude the acts you were committing were. Matt groaned as you clenched around him, his noises were Godly.

“How cute, you’re being torn apart by the Devil in a church kitten. And here you are loving every second. Gushing all over my cock with that pretty little pussy, if only your God could see you now Angel.” The praises and demeaning words had you whining, not sure if you wanted to hear more or for him to stop because you really loved every word that left his mouth.

“Oh God! Please don’t stop!” Interesting choice of words. Matt smiled as he was pounding away into you, releasing all his rage and frustrations into your abused hole. His orgasm close by already, having your mouth just been wrapped around him not long before.

“God? I can be that for you too Angel. Just call me sir for now pretty girl.” You felt as if you’d explode. So overwhelmed with pleasure you’ve never felt before, not quite like this, such an intense orgasm building and you’re right at the edge of it. Your stomach in absolute impossible endless knots, you didn’t even realize it until the salty taste hit your lips but you were sobbing. Such pleasure being foreign you couldn’t handle it.

“Aw you’re doing so good for me kitten, such a good little slut, all dumb on my cock, just drink on it aren’t you baby? Make a mess on it for me Angel. Put on a show for your God, show him what a dirty girl you are.” His words had you, if you weren’t about to cum before, you surely would now. Instantly once he stopped talking fluids came rushing out of you, squirting all over his cock and the tile floor. Your body trembling as he fucked you senseless through your orgasm, reaching his as your walls spasmed around his already close and sensitive cock.

His cum filling you up past the brim, a mixture of your fluids now in the tile before he even pulled out. Your bodies just stilling for a moment as you enjoyed the sensation of him emptying himself into you, and you being so incredibly warm and full inside.

A gasp and whine left from you as he slid out, his cum slipping out of you almost immediately as there was so much of it. Your legs gave out on you, and Matt had to grab you and hold your still shaking body steady. A smirk on his face from how he left you.

“You’re gonna need a lifetime of hail mary’s and never missing another Sunday of church again to be forgiven for that Angel.” A rather wide cocky grin adored his face, “my name is Matt by the way.”

Damn are you happy to have shitty friends right now.

#dark!matt murdock #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock x you #matt murdock one shot #dark! daredevil #daredevil x reader #daredevil fic #dark daredevil smut #dark smut #marvel smut #matt murdock smut #dark matt murdock smut #daredevil smut #18+#rough smut #smut #charlie cox #charlie cox smut

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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year

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fic rec friday 23

welcome to the twenty-third fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. lucky i’m in love with my best friend by @nezueye

“I really wanna kiss you right now,” Lance murmurs, staring at Keith’s lips.

“So kiss me."

Lance scrunches up his nose. “In front of all of our friends? I thought you were allergic to PDA.”

Keith shrugs. “You’ve been sitting in my lap for the past 20 minutes and I’ve been basically groping you the entire time.” He punctuates this statement by bringing his hands back to Lance’s ass and squeezing just a little, as a treat. “Some more PDA is okay, I think.”

yes i know i recced one of nez’s fics last week and i’m here doing it again. they’re amazing okay. every single time the devotion settles heavily in my lungs im ALLOWED to be obsessed with them. this one gets to me especially bc its established relationship, which is my favourite dynamic always, and its as funny as it is sweet!! double blamy!! also the title is from possibly the most klance song ever, and if you would like to hear jeremy shada (lance’s VA) singing a cover of the song... you’re in luck

2. the meaning of donuts by @katranga

The next few days were filled with Lance informing everyone, multiple times, of their “new” friendship. “We’re friends now, did you hear? Keith and I are friends.” Over and over, big smile, loud voice. Looking between Keith and whoever he was telling like he expected a round of applause. Or confetti. Or a parade. What he usually got was somebody making a crack about bonding moments, which prompted a tight, put-upon sigh on Keith’s end. And Lance would look at him fondly, and Keith would have to bite his cheek to distract himself from how much he wanted Lance to lean over and kiss him. -- Keith realizes he may, potentially, possibly have some feelings for a certain blue paladin and he is Not Thrilled about it.

14k words of keith being exasperated by himself by being disgustingly in love with lance and lance being increasingly more in love but lowkey being oblivious about it??? hell fucking yeah!! lance is so bright in this fic bc thats how keith (begrudgingly lol) sees him and its so true and wonderful

3. perish the rest, this thought is yours by @moonguilt

“Lance? Lance can you hear—” Keith's voice crackled unintelligibly. “—big hit. Are you—” More crackling, and—silence.

Lance frantically pressed his comm button. “Keith? Keith, hey, uh, small problem maybe—”

The control panel flickered a few times, then sputtered out, and suddenly Red was falling—eerily slow at first, then faster than a bullet. Lance bit back a scream, smashing buttons and yanking at the controls desperately, but Red just kept falling, falling, falling, and all Lance could do was watch as she turned belly-up in the air, giving him a perfect, horrible view of Black taking several heavy shots directly to the cockpit.

This time he did scream. But it did no good, and Lance was forced to watch as Black—as Keith—careened toward the moon's surface, a faint trail of purple dusting his wake like the tail of a comet.

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Lance and Keith are sent on a mission to answer a distress signal from the desert moon of Xat-lor VII. They get more than they bargained for, both in enemy numbers and in feelings. They have to fight to survive long enough for the rest of their team to arrive, and in the meantime, Things Happen.

i will Never get tired of flirty keith. somehow in the first couple years of this fandom we forgot that keith is the one with game and lance is the one whos freqently getting flustered and tongue-tied, and god bless finn for reminding us. this fic has post s7 but only the good parts (and fuck s8), black paladin keith red paladin lance, bamf co leaders who are in love and also stupid, and (im mentioning it again bc Duh) flirty keith. loml.

4. feel it in the space in between by angelbolt

“Coffee champagne, in my opinion, would be carbonated coffee with a shot of white wine. Does that sound like a good time to you?”

“It sounds like a great time.”

Adam leaned in, his nose wrinkling with a smile as he whispered, “Junkie.”

“You love it,” Takashi dismissed, kissing the wrinkles. “You think it’s endearing.”

Adam drummed his fingers over Takashi’s scalp, “I find too many of your flaws endearing, my love.”

“Even my dad jokes?” ✦ takashi and adam get engaged.

prekerb adashi does NOT get enough attention!!! at all!! i love them in love and happy with baby keith!!! this fic is sweet and sappy and gives both shiro and adam some much-needed dimension. shiro is a DOG and i love that for him. the big hero six scene made me cry.

5. two bros, chillin’ in a space pool by angelbolt

Harrumphing, Lance paddled to the edge, heaving himself to sit on it, one foot extended to point at Keith, "Fine! Then if you believe yourself to be so much better than me—"

Keith seemed distracted, mouth slightly open, "I never said—"

"I challenge you to a duel! A swimming duel!"

He looked wholly unimpressed once again, "Wow, that's new." ✩ My take on why they were both shirtless.

i will never in my life get over angry pining. the idea of being down bad for someone and FURIOUS about it will never not be funny to me. this entire fic in general made me laugh out loud and in particular this fic used the word ‘ah-HOOGA’ unironically which is not only ballsy but also beyond my words to properly appreciate. lance is a menace. early s1 fics my love

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

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ghostcaterwaul · 1 year

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My Thoughts On Rory Culkin Movies/Characters That Absolutely No One Asked For!

My thirst for Rory Culkin has been reignited thanks to TikTok, so I’ve been (re-)watching a lot of his movies this past week, and I have a lot to say.

Jack Goes Home - About 20 minutes in (the dinner scene with Jack and his mother), I knew I was definitely not in the headspace for this movie, but at that point I was like “I’m not gonna stop 20 minutes in, ffs”, so I got stoned and kept watching. Also took an edible which I kinda regret because watching the last like, half of that movie that fucking baked? A bit too intense, ngl. Oh and the “I don’t need help. I’m fixing things.” part? I feel like that’s what I look like to my roommate when I’m very obviously spiraling in some PTSD/Borderline episode and in denial about it. Like, that’s gotta be the vibes I give off (My roomie watched this part with me, and I mentioned this, and he agreed so… yikes.) The ending with Jack going back into the house kinda fucked me up, emotionally.

Gabriel - I tried to watch this immediately after watching Jack Goes Home and ended up having to stop halfway through and watch the rest the next day. First half was hitting a little too close to home and I couldn’t handle it directly after Jack Goes Home. Cried a little when I did finally finish it.

Intruders - Overall a good movie. Gave me a bit of anxiety because home intrusion stuff freaks me out. Worth it due to Rory’s character, Dan, whimpering and whining while getting absolutely wrecked for a decent portion of the movie. That cry he lets out when his knee is relocated? An absolute blessing.

Welcome to Willits - The movie itself isn’t the best but I enjoyed it. Maybe it would have been better if I had gotten more stoned, tbh. Possum is my absolute favorite Rory character though. Possum deserved better.

The Song of Sway Lake - Ngl, I felt like this one moved kinda slowly. I got bored at one point, checked the time stamp, realized I was only halfway through, and had to come back to it the next day. So, not my favorite Rory Culkin movie but I do think his hair looks the best in this one.

Scream 4 - So, I’ll be honest, I’m not like, an avid fan of the Scream franchise or anything, mainly due to the fact I’m not big on slasher films. However, I love horror movies and the Scream franchise seems like required viewing for any horror fan. I do enjoy the genre-aware characters and the meta-ness of the franchise and I think a lot of it is pretty clever. However, I don’t really revisit these movies all too often. That being said, I’m just going to focus on Rory’s character, Charlie, because that’s all I really feel qualified to talk about. I love Charlie so much. Definitely one of my favorite Rory characters, ngl. Probably a close second to Possum. Also, seeing him tied to that chair? And then the “Shh, shh, I know, I know”??? I have a lot of very inappropriate things to say about all that.

Electrick Children - This was what really got me thirsting over Rory when I watched it about 10-ish years ago. I hadn’t seen it in forever so it was nice to rewatch it. I don’t really have as much to say about this one as I thought I would. Clyde does hold a special place in my heart, though, as the first Rory character I fell in love with.

#rory culkin #jack goes home #jack thurlow #gabriel 2014 #intruders 2015 #dan cooper #welcome to willits #possum welcome to willits #the song of sway lake #oliver sway #ollie sway #scream 4 #charlie walker #electrick children

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mrwavellswaps · 2 years

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Wavell’s Vacation 2

Part 1 here! ⬇️

Week 2

It was only after about an hour of surveillance that I came across another man that caught my eye. He was lean guy, average height, decent bit of body hair and looked to be in his mid 20’s. But what really caught my attention were those dazzling blue eyes and not to mention the ginger hair and beard. I might not have mentioned it before but I’ve always had a soft spot for gingers, especially ones as cute and handsome as this guy. I thought it over for awhile but quickly decided that this was going to be my next stop.

When I found him he’d been out jogging so I followed him around for a bit until he eventually arrived home. Beads of sweat dripping down from his forehead while he grabbed a quick snack from the kitchen. Minutes later I watched as the man marched into the living room with a sandwich on a plate, placing it on the chair side table before sitting down.

Part of me wanted to sit around and observe for longer and usually I would but I was so drawn in by that lovable face of his that I just couldn’t help myself. With Tim I dove in through his mouth so, to keep things interesting, I wanted to find a different entrance this time. I had a couple options of course but it didn’t take long to decide which would be the most fun.

Just as he was about to grab the TV remote I dived down, past his face and towards his crotch. As you can imagine the man jolted in shock and surprise when I began forcing myself into the tip of his cock. He leaped up onto his feet immediately, sticking a hand down his shorts in panic only for him to see his cock bulging slightly as an invisible force pushed its way inside. Dropping his shorts to the floor, the handsome ginger tried desperately to figure out what the hell was going on but as I continued to force myself inside, the nerve endings in his penis were going crazy! He wanted to scream and panic but all he could do was let out animalistic groans while his now fully hard cock continued to bulge, levels of pleasure never before felt by the man racking his body.

I’d say the only downside to this method of entering a body is how much slower it is. By the time I’d pushed about a third of myself into this young stud’s cock, I could’ve forced myself down his throat five times over. But then again maybe that isn’t much of a downside. Listening to him groan out lustfully while his entire body quivered with ecstasy, the shaft of his member continuing to engorge as I squeezed my form inside.

Eventually I found myself about three quarters of the way in when the man let out a deep roar, deeper than what I had expected from him. It very soon became apparent why as I felt a wave of cum ripple through my ghostly form before shooting out of his cock in large splashes. I had zero doubt in my mind that it was biggest load this body had ever produced as it continued to drip and spurt. Of course after that is moans only increased as I still had small piece of myself to fit inside his now even more sensitive member.

It had to have only been a few minutes but for him I don’t doubt it felt like an eternity. However the end finally drew near as what would be the feet of my ghostly body slipped into his shaft. But not before causing him to grunt and let out a few extra squirts of his man milk. After that I decided to get straight to work. Unlike Tim, I spread myself throughout this sexy fucker’s body entire body instantly, taking full control from head to toe.

Next thing I’m falling backwards onto the couch, my newly acquired fuckstick twitching away after all that stimulation. My eyes fluttered shut as I suppressed the mind of the man who’s body I’d taken before hooking myself up to his memories. From there one of the first things I learned was his name. Jake Rumble. And for the next week it would mine.

I sat there for the next ten minutes or so as my cock returned to it’s flaccid size, carefully sifting through Jake’s memory bank. I found out about his family and friends, what he does for work, what hobbies he enjoys and more. It also didn’t take long to discover that he was already gay. Good. At least hooking up with dudes shouldn’t be anything new to this body.

Once I had everything I wanted, I cleaned myself up, pulled my shorts back on and pretty much resumed where Jake left off. I grabbed the TV remote, switched it on and flicked through a couple channels until I found one I liked before grabbing my sandwich. Of course I’d put it on the sports channel. What better to watch when having a meal than a bunch of bulky men tackling each over to the ground while fighting over a ball.

Over the next few days I actually had a ton of fun living out this life. My new job was certainly something I’d never done before. I worked in an office space where my job was to design and develop ideas for games and I’ve gotta say I really enjoyed it.

I’d never done anything like it before but with Jake’s memories it all seemed like a piece of cake. It was also a very comfortable and positivity atmosphere to which I got on very well with Jake’s co-workers. Of course they had no idea his body had actually been taken over by an all powerful warlock as I exuded Jake’s traits and personality perfectly.

Speaking of co-workers, there was one in particular that really caught my eye. Well he wasn’t really a co-worker, more like my boss but he never treated any of us as such. I had to admit he was pretty handsome and of course quite nerdy due to the job we worked but in an adorable way that made my heart flutter.

Looking through my memory banks I soon came to find that my new boss, who’s name was Jim, was not only gay but that he’d sort of made a pass at Jake a couple weeks back during a night out with a bunch of the office people. He ended up getting rather drunk and by the end of the night he was hugging Jake profusely while telling him what a good employee he was. It got to the point where someone had to take Jim home and since the man was already clinging to him, Jake offered to do so. Thing is nobody was actually sure where his house was and he was too drunk to give trustworthy directions so Jake just ended up taking Jim back to his place. The second Jake closed the door however, Jim started planting kisses down his employee’s neck as he started getting a bit handsy. After the initial shock Jake pushed his boss away gently. He couldn’t deny that he’d been having thoughts about Jim as well but for one the man was his boss and two he was way too drunk to be having sex.

Jim woke up the next morning on Jake’s couch and apologised profusely after remembering his behaviour from the previous night. Jake was quick to forgive him and the two promised not to share any of it at work. Since then there had been some noticeable sexual tension between the two…

I could feel it even now as Jim leaned over my shoulder to see what I was working on. Placing a hand on my shoulder, feeling his hot breath on my ear, smelling the deodorant he’d put on this morning. Oh it was driving me crazy! I could feel Jake’s cock beginning to grow harder with my excitement and I made no effort to hide it. He even stumbled with his words when giving me feedback as he glanced down at my crotch to see the visible outline of my dick straining against my pants.

The rest of the day went pretty much as it normally would for Jake. I’ve gotta say though, I really got stuck into my work. I had much more fun than I’d expected, especially considering I haven’t had an actual job in my life before. Unless you consider offering my body swapping services a job of course.

Soon enough however, lunch rolled around and people were beginning to set their work aside in favour of getting some food to satisfy their growling stomachs. Honestly I was starting to feel that way myself. It’s a weird feeling though honestly. Hunger that is. I forgot to mention it before but I actually don’t have to eat whatsoever in my true form. I can but it’s usually only for pleasure. When I’m possessing someone however I of course need to eat for my hosts sake. In any case I decided to forgo lunch for the time being, instead saving my work before getting up and heading towards Jim’s office

“Come in!” I heard him shout from the other end as I knocked. Upon seeing none other than his ‘favourite employee’ Jake walk in however, his calm expression turned to a blush that he didn’t do well to hide. “O-oh Jake! What’s up?”

“Oh not much. I just can’t stop thinking about how amazing of a boss you’ve been recently.” I stated while strolling up to his desk. “I dunno… I just thought you deserved a bit of appreciation is all.” I moved around his desk before placing a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it while relishing in how flustered he was getting.

Slowly I dropped to my knees after turning his chair to face me. I looked up at him, a smirk growing across my bearded face only. He was speechless. That is until I started to unzip his suit pants.

“Jake what are you doing… I thought you said this would be too complicated… me being your boss and all” Jim asked as he stopped my hand.

I got back up and looked him the eyes, cupping one of his bearded cheeks in my hand. “Well maybe I was wrong. Maybe it isn’t that complicated at all. I want you…” My other hand reached down and gripped his crotch again. “…and you want me. It’s that simple.” By that point Jim’s face had gone bright red.

I returned to my kneeled position before shoving my hand inside his suit pants. This time he didn’t stop me, simply looking down while gripping the arms of his office chair. I whistled as his dick finally sprung out at me, full mast. It was bigger than I’d expected, a solid 7 inches or so with pretty decent thickness all around. With that I didn’t waste any time, immediately wrapping my lips around the tip, sucking on it a little before going down.

Jim was trying his best not to moan aloud with all the other employees outside, instead grunting while running a hand through my short ginger hair. With that I slowly started to get more enthusiastic, bobbing my head faster, occasionally pulling off to lick around the shaft and suck on his balls a little before going back down on his fat member. Just as he was starting to relax and get into it though, we both heard a knock on Jim’s office door.

He told me to get up in a panic but I instead gave him a sly look before sliding under his desk out of view before whispering to Jim to call them in. I could see he was conflicted but in the end he did exactly that. In came Patrick. He was asking around for opinions on his most recent designs and wanted to get Jim’s input. As he did I couldn’t help but grab at Jim’s still hard and pulsing shaft, kissing the tip a little to tease as he tried to maintain his composure.

“I’m uhh… a little busy right now Pat but I ca-UGH” Jim stopped short when I squeezed his balls without warning causing the other employee to look at him confused. “I’ll have a look later Pat but… I’ve got some work to finish right now.” Jim tried to play it as cool as possible. Patrick gave him a strange look but soon left the boss’ office.

It was hilarious how Jim berated me for squeezing his balls in that moment but he couldn’t stay mad for long when looking down at the adorable face I now owned. Instead he got up from his desk and locked to door before checking all the windows were closed. By the time he turned his focus back to me, I’d already stepped out from under the desk and discarded my shirt, pants and briefs.

Jim stopped and stared for a moment until I beckoned him over. The first thing I did was pull him into a long deep kiss as our beards collided before moving some stuff off his desk and getting him to sit on it. Once he had, I climbed on myself before carefully positioning my hole above his cock and lowering myself down.

The two of us grunted out in unison as he slipped inside, not wanting to make too much noise. Before long I found myself sat on my boss’ dick, bouncing up and down as we continued to make out. I have to say that Jake’s hole was perfect for taking dick. It welcomed Jim’s cock inside easily while still squeezing around it tightly. Plus the sensation of that 7 incher rocking back and forth inside me was out of this world.

“Wow… I’ll have to take your cock and body for a spin sometime.” I blurted out as I kissed along his neck.

“Huh? What do yo-mmmfmmph.” Jim was cut off as I pressed my lips against his once again while grinding my ass against his crotch. He soon forgot about my strange comment and went back to thrusting his hips to my delight.

Soon enough we switched positions. I gently pulled off his cock and lowered myself off the desk. Once he’d done the same I presented Jake’s supple ass to him once more by bending over said desk and told him to have at it. Before long I found myself being eaten out as Jim pressed his face between my fuzzy cheeks and licked around my hole. It was only after he couldn’t ignore his dick any longer that he finally pulled back and started aligning his member that was still poking out through his zipper.

The moment he plunged inside I couldn’t help but groan. As I did however, Jim wrapped a hand over my mouth to muffle me as so we wouldn’t be heard. But that only turned me on more. Next thing I knew I was letting out all kinds of muffled sounds of pleasure as Jim began plowing into me. His spare hand grasping my shoulder while his balls smacked into me. For such a bashful and nerdy guy, Jim had some real sexual vigour once someone pulled it out of him. Now that those primal urges had bubbled to the surface, he was giving me the pounding of my life.

I couldn’t even say how long we went on for. I was simply in a whole other world. One of pleasure and bliss. I was only brought back to reality by Jim muttering about how he was about to cum. Hearing that I began grunting out even more. So desperate for his load and when I got it I wasn’t disappointed. He let out a low roar as I felt his thick ball batter pumping into me and coating my insides. Such a hefty load. He’d for sure wanted to do that for a very long.

The two of us basked in the afterglow for a few minutes before he offered to finish me off. I replied saying there was no need, revealing that him pounding into my prostate over and over caused me erupt all over his desk already. As you can imagine Jim was pretty smug about that while stuffing his dick back into his pant. After which I offered to help him clean up the mess I made before going back to work.

About ten or so minutes later I found myself walking out of Jim’s office and back to Jake’s desk. I pulled a food container out of my satchel and began to eat with a smile on my face thinking about all the other ways I was going to try and seduce my new boss at work for the next week.

And that’s exactly what happened among other things. I went out with my new friends on a few evenings for drinks which was n absolute blast! I made sure to keep up with Jake’s fitness routine if not to maintain his lean muscled physique then to gawk at the other hot meathead around the gym.

I even got to meet a big part of Jake’s close relatives during a huge family dinner they do once a week. But the most fun still came from work. I teased Jim around the workplace as often as I could, whispering sweet nothings in his ear when nobody was looking, brushing my hand against his when we passed one another, always conveniently dropping a pen when he was around and having to bend down to pick it up. Oh it was fun.

And I don’t think it even needs saying at this point but the two of us continued to have our sneaky fuck sessions in Jim’s office throughout the week. I topped him a couple times but mostly I just wanted his dick inside me. Ordinarily in my regular Wavell form I’d be more of a dominant top but this body just yearns to be fucked and I’m willing enough to oblige.

But all good things must come to an end and so did this week. I enjoyed my last day as this cute ginger stud before getting home, sitting on the couch and beginning my ejection. Of course I just had to go out the same way I came in, causing Jake’s cock to bulge like before as my ghostly form slowly pushed its way out. Gradually I relieved my control over Jake as he started to go limp and unconscious. It took a few minutes but eventually I managed to squeeze my way out of his dick. The last of my form slipping out at last, swiftly followed by a few ropes of cum.

I looked back at the body that’d hosted me these last seven days and smiled. It was a great ride. I even decided to leave him with some pseudo-memories of the week rather than leaving it blank. I made it out to seem like all the choices I made were his own. After all it'd be a shame if the passionate connection I’d sparked with Jake’s boss were to be extinguished. Who knows, maybe one day they’ll move from office fucking fun to being in an actual relationship. Wouldn’t that be cute.

Maybe I’ll have to come back and check on him in the future to see how he’s doing. But for now I had one last body to hop into before the end of my vacation.

Part 3! ⬇️

#identity theft #male body theft #male possession #mr wavell #magic #hairy #ginger

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