#will be watching a replay ty

[spteez]

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[jrueships]

What are the psychosexual consequences of the twolves dominance right now

mmm.. i have been Chewing on this...

for quite some time .

so this is a thought i have always had tbh. These playoff results so far have just been bolstering my confidence in it.

Ant and Kat's love is loud love.

The Suns love is no love. Not that they dont have any love At All, because they do. But for each other? Im not so sure. The Suns is Men doing it all for the image of finally being champions so they can prove themselves to the people OUTSIDE their team.

The nuggets is domestic love. It's quiet, it's comfortable, it's won a championship, it's retired love. Retired does Not mean dead, it does not mean completely inactive, it means slower moving, at a personal pace, enjoying what you find to be the thing you wouldn't mind dying doing. Jokic and Jamal don't have to say they're in love 24/7 to let us know they're in love. Jokic doesn't have to talk about horses all the time to reporters for reporters to find out how much he actually does from him always going back to visit them. It's quiet, but it's so strong that it doesn't have to be anything but quiet to know

The mavs is a love built on respect. Wordless, they know they can depend on the other no matter what troubles the other may be dealing with or how much is happening, they Know someone will always be there to get the job done. They KNOW it's not a waste, whatever they're doing .

Kat Needs positive reinforcement, reminisces on it, dreams for it, grows restless and angered without it. Gets real self-conscious and starts faking everything to seem like he has everything so people can start treating him like he's not just some everybody in the world, but a SOMEbody in the world, someone whose opinions, thoughts, actions, and.. possibly most importantly.. WORDS will always be remembered as a meaningful contribution to the world.

Ant is a people pleaser. But he's not the meek, 'let your favorite teacher pronounce your name wrong until the grave' people pleaser where it can be pointed out as a problem, he's a Clever one. He's the kind of people pleaser who can step into a room and spotlight the targets that need the most self-value.. all so He can assure his Own self-value, and protect it. Because, ultimately, the phrase 'everybody loves Anthony edwards' is all about Anthony Edwards, which should be obvious, right? The answer's smack dab in front of your face, but the Confidence. The charisma of it all. Covers it. Conceals it just briefly, just enough for him to get away with it. Ant always knows what to say without even thinking twice. He's such a charmer. Except he's not. He's Always thinking, always brewing up the best ways to become a spectacle. Why even video himself saying that slur shit in the first place? Why not just keep that between him and his friend in the car like probably a good chunk other basketball players do ( because let's be honest. These are probably pretty straight men. They hate people like us. )

He can't. That wouldn't give him the best results in the kind of satisfaction he craves, which is all self based, when boiled down. He HAS to not only impress his one friend in the car with his in power teasing of others who don't even have a clue, he has to try and impress Everyone that he's included in his circle, and he just accidentally included the wrong crowd in that.

Ant and kat together are just two self-conscious people who like being together so they don't feel like they're two self-conscious people who like being together. Love can come in multiple forms, but, in my opinion, love oftentimes needs multiple forms to be at its strongest. When you pour all your love into one bucket, it leaves the others hollow. Love can be quiet, and it can be loud, it can be through words, through actions, through the easy times, AND the hard times, it is love.

I like to call Kat and ant the warped jaren and ja bcs unlike jaren and ja where it can all get spoiled from jaren saying something stupid like 'i love you' when they ARE in love and are just uncomfortable saying it, kat and ant NEED to say they're in love so they can feel like they aren't in it. It being Actual love, deep love that requires more than just pretty words and over-the-top compliments and sayings and comparisons and declarations. Actual love like ant going to kat's house and bringing the rest of the team because he knows kat misses having a stable family, hates the fact that something is missing and he'll never get it back.

Actual love like being awkward with each other

Which they Hate. Terribly. The two of them.

So they'll say how much they're in love with the other, how fondly they think about their memories, how they're so close. They'll tease and laugh and try to instruct the other. And the media laps it up, of course. Especially over the quiet love. It's just so boring in comparison.

Love is thrilling, and it is also boring. Like doing menial activities together like watching the news when you two could actually be the ones on it by doing something crazy together, but you don't, and you aren't, because you both agreed it's going to be a cozy day today where you'll both just be a cute pair of couch potatoes on a sofa watching TV together.

Ant and kat CANT be boring. They CANT just sit in that silence together. They have to say something. They have to know the other doesn't consider them a waste of their time because they don't have that same assurance in themselves.

Love is being scared.

Theyre not scared.

They can't Be scared.

Being down by 2 doesn't mean anything besides we'll bounce back. We're not scared about it. I played well, the shots just weren't falling, but i did good. We are doing good. We love each other. We swear.

We're not scared .

(TV loves confidence)

(Love loves fear)

[ajdrawshq]

Santa and Repliku for the character bingo

when u go from having the Santa mutual.. to BEING the Santa mutual.. what a timeline im living in rn. anyway,

SANTA MY FRIEND SANTA. he started as @bibiana112's blorbo and he still very much is sjvdjsb they definitely have more thoughts abt him than i do but i still love the guy!!!! my first 999 playthrough i kept trying to go thru doors w him bc he is just so goddamn neat and the way he presents himself was funny to me. the voice acting for him is SO so good ive never heard someone say fuck with their whole chest until i heard this guy. door 6 and The Incident never fail to destroy me every time i watch em, let alone the safe ending,,,,, ough . despite my lack of thoughts abt him i love to microwave him in my brain whenever im reminded of him. do NOT let the name fool u there is so.. So much going on w this guy i dont even know where to start. wait tech have u ever even seen a real pic of Santa actually i need u to look at him rn one sec lemme

percieve him. just. fuckin look at this guy. do i even need to explain why i circled the gender option so much. also the canon isnt real thing is bc of the sequels. where is he.......... OH also he is canon bi/pan which is very epic of him <3

REPLIKU!!!!! good god. every day i rotate this poor poor child in my head til they overheat and explode. i almost circled the everyone else is wrong abt them but i have a select few ppl whom i trust. i am aware the darksuit they have looks funny but i LOVE it okay and. i . i cant talk abt repli too much lest i go on a multiple page rant again (i have a whole other ask for that which i still havent answered bc im. still writing my answer. its been months) but they are everything. to me

[waywardsalt]

Hello! Happy Halloween! What is your favorite dark and ghost type Pokémon?

And what do you think the creepiest enemy or place in zelda is?

Hi! Happy late Halloween to you!

I'll go ahead and list my favorite dark-type, ghost-type, and dual dark and ghost-type Pokemon, since I'm slightly confused by the wording and I'll just go ahead and cover both interpretations.

My favorite dark-type Pokemon is Zoroark! I'm personally a fan of dark-type Pokemon, despite not actually using them during the story of Pokemon games, but yeah, I really like Zoroark. It's got a cool design, the shapeshifting is neat, and I think it's got a good shiny color palette. I use it a bit in X and Y, along with a handful of other dark-types I consider to be some of my favorite.

As for a favorite ghost-type, it's got to be Aegislash. I'm not all too familiar with its shield form, since I play Pokemon only using attack moves, but I really like how it switches between the shield and sword forms. I don't think I've used it as much as Zoroark, but I do think I might've used it in an old playthough of X or Y.

Sableye is my favorite dual ghost/dark-type- it's a funny little guy with a funny little mega evolution and a funny little shiny palette. I wouldn't actually consider it my favorite ghost or dark type, but it's high on those lists.

As for your last question, I’ll pick a creepy place- any creepy Zelda enemies I give will be the same you’ll get if you ask anyone else, and I wouldn’t mind thinking back to the places in the games I’ve played, anyways.

Some that are creepy but not the creepiest to me... the dark palace in a Link Between Worlds used to scare me a lot, especially back when I was very scared of the dark. I’m pretty sure it creeped me out way more than skull woods did- probably that mixture of the darkness mechanic (which is really cool, by the way) and the music.

Nothing in Breath of the Wild really creeped me out, and the same goes for both versions of Link’s Awakening... not much in Skyward Sword creeped me out, but both the lanayru mining facility and the ancient cistern have always felt off to me, the former probably because of the timeshift mechanic (and my general dislike of that dungeon) and the latter because of its lower level and the music itself. Something about its music, while having a soothing tone to it, definitely implies the darkness of that dungeon’s lower level.

I think, then, Majora’s Mask and Ocarina of Time have the creepiest areas to me. Both of their dungeons all have unnerving feelings to them, but I think the winner for creepiest area to me might be the stone tower temple; it’s not as much scary, but just... creepy throughout with the flipping mechanic and almost all of the rooms being open to the sky so that you can see the moon and the passing of time... it’s just all around a creepy dungeon. Places like Ocarina of Time’s well and the shadow temple are similarly creepy, but they lean a bit too much into it, while the stone tower temple is just the right amount of feeling... wrong enough to be creepy. It’s a good dungeon!

[brosif40]

im gonna be real with you, mario sunshine has been my special interest since literally 2002 and your art of it makes me so happy. its really special to me and im grateful that you share it with us!

WAAA im glad you're enjoying my sunshine art stuffs <:3!!! I've been crazy abt this game for a long while also so this means a lot to hear 😭😭

[mrfoox]

I love Fabian so much.... 🥺

[phyrestartr]

Heyyy I'm not sure if you take requests but I have an idea-

Reincarnated! Husband sukuna x Dead spouse (husband) Male Reader: this one is kind of like sukuna fucks up a lot, I think this can work out as an omegaverse? He cheats, fucks around, or doesn't even give af about m reader who is his fated pair, but then m! reader died and since they were mated he's like “shit I can't live without him” so he tries to be good to him the next life and they have happy family the end.

Replay (This Time I'll Get It Right) | Sukuna x Male!Reader (Part 1 of 2)

W/C: 1.6k #alpha!sukuna, omega!reader, mentions of suicide, mentions of murder, ABO dynamics, mentions of stalking, mentions of toxic exes, sukuna sucks, sukuna sucks less eventually, reincarnation, next lives, angst, drama, hurt/comfort, toxic relationships, infidelity/cheating

NOTE: Thank you for your patience!! It's still not quite done, but I wanted to post the first part up while i think of the rest of the story (got a vague idea of how it'll go, so should come out soon). Ty for the req!

tags: @kamote-kuneho @prettorett @memedealer-exe @tr4nniez @better-imagination-9 @flowersatwork @memedealer-exe @silvern1006

♪ Here With Me - d4vd

♪ Watch the sunrise along the coast

As we’re both getting old ♪

Sukuna puffed on a cigarette, staring out at the city lights. You always liked coming here, to this little cliff hanging above the city–especially when you were stuck on lyrics or tabs of whatever song you were working on. This hillside spot was cheesy and stupid, but you loved the way it felt like an old-school chick flick when you drove up here in your beater.

In this spot, Sukuna realized you had an old soul, one that basked in the simple, mundane things like stargazing and city-watching. It was a step away from feeding pigeons in the park, your producer decided. The way that made you laugh still sent his heart on a wild chase. That, too, was the first moment he realized he wanted you more than just a collaborator. 

And, maybe, if he had pushed aside the partying, the drugs, the women, he might’ve bothered checking his phone. He might’ve been able to apologize for wrongs done and words said, to get back on the right track. He might've not found out about you on the news. Maybe he could have given you everything you wanted–

But he couldn’t. Not anymore. 

♪ I can’t describe what I’m feeling

And all I know is we’re going home ♪

Even after locking you down and starting on that stupid journey to start a family, his spirit still yearned to wander free. 

So it did. 

Primal wants controlled him. He allowed them to steer him away from the safety of your touch and into the gnashing jaws of excitement, of danger. All because the two of you were starting to make it–you were starting to leave your mark on this world, and Sukuna let the fame and greed get to him. 

But how could he not jump at the chance to fuck the famous and infamous? How could he stay faithful to just you, a smalltown boy, when big city celebrities reached out to him, pulling him into big deals and bigger beds? How could he–

His phone blitzed to life again, ringing in the hollow quiet of a too-expensive car. The call went to voicemail, leaving him in the pits of Tartarus again, drowning in the frigid rain beating against his car windows like a million bullets trying to seek the death penalty.

Did angels do that? Take revenge for their own kind? He’d understand it. Jin, an angel in his own right, exiled his Luciferian twin from the celestial plane, barring him from what was left of that tiny spark of love and hope he called “family.” 

♪ So please don’t let me go, oh

Don’t let me go ♪

His phone rang again. He remembered picking it up once upon a time, listening to your shaky voice as you told him the worst and best news he’d ever heard in his entire existence: “I’m pregnant.” 

Sukuna didn’t know what true fear and excitement were until that moment. You laughed through waterworks, lifted by Sukuna’s uncontrolled motor-mouthing and celebrating as he hooted and hollered on the other line. The women your husband was with gave him weird looks, but he didn’t care–you were pregnant. You were going to–

You were going to have his kid. His pup. A shared little joy, a spark of hope for the future. And then–then someone took that away. 

The sorry waste of life, the obsessive ex you vehemently feared, left behind a note for whomever found the tragedy: “I'll take care of them from now on.”

Sukuna knew there had to be more to it, there had to be more of an explanation, but the media wasn't interested; they only wanted to use and abuse your name and face for articles and news reports, not to reminisce on you nor the woe of a murder-suicide.

How come no one cared? Why did no one fucking care?

♪ Save your tears, it’ll be okay

All I know is you’re here with me ♪

He snapped. Sukuna kicked the dashboard. His boot cracked against the console again and again and again until your siren song died in a quick fit of static. He crashed his heel into the broken screen a dozen more times, each impact punching shout after shout out of his tight throat as the weight of the fucking sky collapsed on him. He wasn’t Atlas. He couldn’t hold it up. He never could, not by himself.

Sukuna heaved in breaths. His stomach swirled and churned with nausea. He held his head and leaned back, screaming into the thunder that shook the world with a vital roar, hiding heartbroken howls.

Why? Why? Why? 

“Deep breaths, Sukuna,” your voice cooed. It came from the darkness, from the forgotten corners of his mind. Why were–ah, right. He’d been here before, overcome with agony and grief. Unable to breathe, unable to cope, unable to exist.  

He followed your instructions. 

“In. Out. In. Out.”

In. Out. In. Out.

The phone rang again. Sukuna answered. He hoped whoever it was would tell him this was all just a bad joke. A bad dream. It wasn’t real. 

“Finally,” Wasuke sighed on the other end of the line. “Kid, where the fuck are you?”

Sukuna stared up at the roof of the car. Words smeared and oozed like molasses in his mind. He couldn’t understand the words he knew he could understand. 

“Sukuna.” 

“What the fuck do I do?” Sukuna asked. His voice quivered. Chipped and cracked.

His father fell quiet. But he was wise. So fucking wise and so good at everything that came with life and death, morality and love. 

“Become a better man,” he said, like it was so simple. 

Sukuna scoffed. “H-How the fuck–”

“Quiet, kid.” Wasuke sighed. “That boy loved you. He had faith in you as a partner and a father. Remember that. Honour that, and become the man he knew you could be.”

Sukuna didn’t know his heart could break more, but it did. 

He sobbed. To his father, to himself, to you, to that unborn joy, to whatever fuckhead created life and love in the first place. He cried for forgiveness, for a second shot. 

“I’ll try,” Sukuna bit out. “I’ll try.” 

–

♪ I wish I could live through every memory again

Just one more time before we float off in the wind ♪

Sukuna woke up to that song. It was the same one that played in his nightmares, the same one that robbed him of sleep until he lost his mind and–and–

“What the fuck happened?” Sukuna croaked to whatever singing nymph fluttered around him. 

The damn song stopped, leaving Sukuna in just a second of tumultuous silence. 

Beep. Beep. Beep. 

The rhythmic chirping of some machine–a heart monitor, maybe? A metronome?--kicked up into double time, jamming an ice pick into his skull further and further with every hellish second that passed by. He could almost hear the radio static, the warp of a ballad calling to him. And it wouldn't stop. It wouldn't stop. Why wouldn't it stop? Why? Why? Why?

“Hey,” your voice cooed. Your hand rested atop of Sukuna's and squeezed. “Can you hear me?” 

Sukuna cracked a tired eye open to look up at you; you were perfect. God-given. A blessing he needed to see right now with your gentle eyes and kind smile, the gentle scent of lavender and vanilla cutting through the disgusting sterility of the room. 

“Can hear you,” Sukuna rasped. His hand tried to turn to hold yours, and you helped by slipping your palm into his. His heart rate slowed with the rhythm of the machine. 

You nodded and covered your clasped hands with your other one. “Good. You probably don't remember, but you were in an accident. A car side-swiped you when you were on your motorcycle.”

“No shit.” 

“Yes shit. But you're alright. Would recommend wearing a helmet from now on.” You pat his hand before slipping both of yours free. “I'll call the doctor and your family. They'll be glad to know you're awake, Itadori-san.” 

He wanted to ask you to stay. He didn't want you to go, not right then, maybe not at all. 

But you flashed him another comforting smile and slipped out of the room before he could object.

–

His father came by. Jin and his son, too. Uraume and Yorozu scolded him for not wearing a helmet. The ragtag group of hooligans he unfortunately associated with (just for the sake of going to their fancy-ass parties, he reasoned) came and went, too; Gojo gave him headaches, Getou made it worse, Ieiri wasn’t so bad.

Then there was you. You were always humming some sort of tune, whether it be the song from his nightmares or something he'd never heard before. Sukuna liked it, the sound of your voice, but you'd always clam up the second you realized someone might hear. 

It led him to pretend to be asleep far too many times during his recovery. Your songs eased his wildfire spirit, let it simmer down and curl up comfortably in a ring of stones to keep those near safe and warm without the fear of being burned alive. Hell, they could probably even make some s’mores if they wanted. 

Eventually, though, Sukuna wanted to know more. And what better person to ask than the burgeoning med student herself?

“Oh, [Name]?” Ieiri asked, sitting beside Sukuna’s bed and looking over the machines connected to Sukuna with rapt attention. “He’s a new-ish nurse from what I get. Pretty cute, huh? Apparently passed his exams no problem and–” 

Sukuna rolled his eyes. “If you don’t know relevant shit then just–”

“He’s single. Omega. Likes men. Kinda older than us. Gojo and Getou got rejected already.” 

That shut Sukuna up. 

[spiteless-xo]

Prompt #66 with Reiner or Jean if you feel like it...

reiner! my love, my heart, my world 🥰 literally the reason why i got into writing/reading aot fan fiction!! ty so much for the request!

also sorry in advance! not only did i get carried away with this, but i feel like i cut it off right at the good part 💀

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╰┈➤ smut prompts - 66. “Please, let me taste you.”

ft. reiner/fem!reader cw. unedited, not proofread, explicit sexual content (fingering, spit, dirty talk, loss of innocence, mild corruption kink), explicit language. 2,800 words.

When you tell Reiner that he's your first boyfriend, he's shocked.

You're easily the most beautiful girl he's ever met in his life. And you're funny and smart. You're the complete package -- how is he the first?

"I was just always so busy with school," you explained with a shrug, but he still couldn't believe it.

"So, when I kissed you, was that...?" he trailed off when you started to nod.

"That was my first kiss."

Since then, Reiner has been very careful to take things slow with you. Despite wanting to touch you -- to spoil you -- to ruin you... if this is your first time experiencing all of these things, he wants to make sure the experience is memorable.

But you're impatient.

He can feel your desire every time you kiss him from the way your fingers dig into his skin. You urge yourself forward, pressing your soft body against his hard muscles, pulling him tight against you as you whine into his mouth.

It drives him fucking crazy.

He desperately wants to do the right thing and be gentle with you, but when you're grinding your clothed pussy along the muscle of his thigh, all he can think of is ripping the denim off your body and filling you again and again and again and --

Just like every other time, he grabs your upper arms firmly, pulling away from the kiss at the same moment that he pushes you back. He's having trouble finding his voice as he looks at you, perched so prettily on his lap with swollen lips, but he manages to speak.

"It's getting late," he says, and he has to clear his throat when he hears how ragged his voice is. "I should probably go home."

"But you just got here," you whine, jutting your lower lip out into an adorable pout that somehow makes Reiner's cock throb against his leg.

"I know, but --"

"You're tired from work today. You need to be up early tomorrow. You still have stuff to do at home," you sigh, shifting off of his lap onto the couch beside him. Reiner's heart aches from how dejected you look as you curl your legs up against your chest, avoiding his gaze. "I know, I know. There's always some excuse."

"It's not an excuse," he starts, reaching out to gently rub your arm with one hand while he rests the other against his cock -- willing it to relax.

"Is there something wrong with me?" you whisper, and Reiner immediately sits up straight.

"What?"

"I just mean..." you keep avoiding his eyes, even when you lift your head. "I feel like you're not attracted to me."

His brows furrow, watching you closely as you sigh. You bury your face in your hands and shrug Reiner's hand off of your shoulder while he looks at you in confusion.

"I am extremely attracted to you," he says, voice filled with indignation. "Why would you think that I'm not?"

You groan in frustration, throwing your hands up into the air as you speak, finally rounding your fiery gaze onto him. "You never want to touch me!"

"Of course I want to touch you," Reiner insists, shaking his head in confusion. "What do you --"

"Then why do you always push me away?" you ask, brows pitching up in the centre of your forehead. "Whenever I try to... when I try to go further... you always reject me."

He blinks at you and suddenly, like some sort of twisted highlight reel, he replays every moment that he tried to be noble and protect your innocent back in his mind.

But from your prespective, his actions don't seem noble at all. Through your eyes he sees the way that he shuts you down every time you try to reach down between his legs, every time you try to guide his hands up to your breasts, every time he throws you off of him to leave in a sudden, angry huff.

"No," he says, and your frown deepens. "No, that's not -- that's not what I'm doing. I'm trying to be a gentleman."

"What?"

"You're a virgin," he says, like that's supposed to explain things, but when you roll your eyes at him, he feels compelled to elaborate. "I don't want your first time to be --" he gestures around the room "-- in the living room of your apartment."

"Ok?" you say, obviously unconvinced. "What about the times when we were in my room?"

"There weren't any candles," he says, realizing as he's speaking how ridiculous he sounds. "Or rose petals or... there just wasn't any romance."

Your frown finally cracks into a smile, even as you cross your arms over your chest. "Romance? Why does there need to be romance?"

"Your first time should be romantic," he says, but he doubts it's convincing from the way his face burns in embarrassment. "I just want to make sure I treat you right."

"You do," you insist, leaning forward and cupping his face in your hands. He sighs, resting his head against your touch as he reaches forward to place his palms on your hips. "I don't need romance, Reiner -- I need you."

"I just want to make sure it's a good experience for you," he says, mentally kicking himself for his insistence on cockblocking himself.

You've already told him what you want. You've spent the past month thinking that Reiner wasn't attracted to you because he didn't want to fuck you. And yet here he is, still pushing you away.

"I trust you," you say, and somehow that puts him at ease. "I know you'll take care of me. Reiner, I want to lose my virginity to you."

He lets out a long, ragged breath, fingers gripping your hips a little tighter as he desperately holds himself back from ravaging you right here.

"It might hurt," he warns.

He pulls head head out from your grasp and reaches out to press the palm of his hand against yours. Your hand looks comically small against his, his fingertips easily curling over your own and swallowing your hand in his grip.

"I'm so much bigger than you," he says, and he watches you take a slow, trembling breath.

"Show me."

Reiner has to bite his tongue to stop from moaning as your gaze darkens on him. Instead, he swallows thickly and pulls you back into his lap. He rolls you along his cock and the denim of your jeans is far too thick for you to really feel anything, and he groans in frustration.

"Do you believe me now?" he asks. "Feel how hard I get for you?"

You whimper at him, lower lip pressed between your teeth as your hips jerk against him, desperate for more contact. He knows you're already soaking your panties for him -- your pretty little pussy desperate to be filled by something you've never felt before.

And the fact that it's him? That it's Reiner making you feel this way -- needy and desperate and cockdrunk -- only drives him further away from his noble ideals as he pictures you stretched open on his cock.

He lifts you then, hands cupped against your ass as your legs wrap around his waist. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you hold on tight, allowing Reiner to carry you down the hall and into your bedroom.

He kicks the door shut behind him, blindly reaching out to flick on the light before walking you toward the bed. Reiner tosses you like you weigh nothing and you fly in the air for a brief moment before landing on your back on the mattress, bouncing slightly before you sit yourself up on your forearms to watch Reiner tug his shirt off of his body.

"Let's start with my fingers," he decides, chucking his shirt off to the side as he reaches out to grab your ankles. He tugs you along the bed until you fall onto your back with your legs hanging off the edge of the bed.

He gets down on his knees between your legs and runs his large, warm palms up your shin -- up your thighs -- before settling on the waistband of your jeans.

His eyes flick up to your face and you're already breathing so hard, your hips keening up against his touch. "Can I take these --"

"Yes!" you say quickly, and he has to bite back a grin from your enthusiasm.

But his excitement is palpable, too. From the way his hands shake as they reach for the button of your jeans to how roughly he tugs on your pants until they're in a discarded heap on the floor.

Reiner lets out a shakey breath, pressing his thumbs into your inner thighs as he spreads your legs open for him. He can see the dark wet spot on the crotch of your panties and suddenly he can feel the weight of his tongue in his mouth.

Oh, how he wants to devour you.

He resists the urge to press his nose against your pussy, to smell the sweet scent of your cunt as he laps at the slick gathering on the cotton of your panties. And instead, he reaches his hand up your thigh, sprawling his fingers across your hipbone as his thumb gently rubs against the small bow on the front of your underwear.

"Do you touch yourself?" he asks, voice raw with arousal as your legs tremble on either side of him.

"When I think of you."

Reiner has to squeeze his eyes shut for a moment. He focuses on calming his breathing -- and not the strain of his cock against his pants.

When he blinks his eyes back open, he moves his hand to your inner thigh, allowing his thumb to brush down the side of your pussy before sliding back up between your folds.

You moan loudly just from one faint touch and buck your hips against his hand, forcing his thumb to press against your entrance, restained by the fabric of your underwear.

Although he wants to take things slow and keep teasing you, he's running out of blood in his brain, so his hands move without thinking. His thumb hooks around the crotch of your panties, tugging it to the side and exposing your glistening, wet cunt to him.

You're so wet. You're covered in slick and Reiner can see your swollen clit -- desperate for attention.

Your hands fist at the sheets, back arching off the mattress as you whimper above him. "Please," you beg -- do you even know what you're begging for?

Reiner can't speak as he moves his hand toward your cunt, palm facing the ceiling as he tries to decide which of his fingers to plunge into you first. He presses the pad of his middle finger against your entrance and he can immediately feel your hole clenching around him, practically sucking him in.

He moans at the feeling, gently rubbing his finger against the slippery juices gathered there. Reiner moves to rub his thumb against the slick, dragging it up through your folds before swirling it around your clit -- not quite touching it directly.

He has to hold your hips down with his other hand, pressing you firmly against the mattress despite the way you twitch and jerk beneath him.

"Reiner, please -- please," you beg.

And so he complies.

He pushes his finger into you -- just up to the first knuckle -- and the sounds you make as you writhe on the bed will forever be imprinted in his memory. You're tight around his finger -- so fucking tight -- and you just keep squeezing him tighter in small pulses as your body tries to accommodate his size.

"'S'it hurt?" he slurs, mouth watering as he watches your cunt swallow his digit.

"Moremoremoremore," comes your babbled response, and Reiner feels like he might cum from the sound of your ragged voice -- untouched with just the tip of his finger in your pussy.

He takes another slow, calming breath before he starts to gently work the digit deeper into you. Each press in as slick dripping from around him, and each pull out is accompanied by the wet squelch of your cunt and your desperate moaning.

Reiner wants to remind you that this is just one finger. That he still has so, so much more to give you. But he's practically drooling at the sight of you and he wants nothing more than to clean up the mess you're making of his hand.

"I --" he gasps as he slips his entire finger into you, like he's shocked that you're able to take him. You squeeze him so tight, and then even tighter when he starts to gently run his thumb across your clit.

"Oh, fuck," you groan.

He keeps fucking you with his finger, curling it up toward the front wall of your cunt until he finds that spot that has you twitching and squeezing around him. When he feels like you've loosened up for him, he presses a second finger against your entrance.

This time, despite how wet you are, he's met with some resistance. But he pushes into you, stretching you open on his thick fingers as you squirm and gasp from the intrusion.

"Fuck," you moan, clawing at the sheets as he pushes in to the knuckle. "It's so much, Reiner -- fuck."

"I know," he says, his voice low and raspy. "Need to stretch you open for me."

He feels you squeeze hard around him from his words and he groans, eyes rolling back into his head as he imagines you doing this to his cock.

Reiner hooks his free hand around your thigh, pulling you closer to him so he can look down at your pussy as he fucks you with his fingers.

"Lemme see this pussy cum for me," he grunts, breathing hot air against your clit.

From this angle, he can smell you. He can hear clearly every lewd squelch of your cunt as he stuffs you full of his fingers, pumping harder and faster until the heel of his hand bumps against your clit and the slick of your arousal coats his palm.

You babble out his name, rocking your hips against his hand and fucking yourself on his fingers. You're breathing hard, chest heaving with every breath as your legs tremble on each side of him. You're close -- really close.

He can't help himself from spitting onto your clit, adding to the mess between your thighs as he shifts his thumb back to rub quick, tight circles around the swollen nub.

"You're gonna cum for me," he says, eyes flicking up to your face to watch you nod furiously. Your eyes are scrunched shut but he can see the tears leaking down the side of your face -- he makes his chest swell and his cock throb with pride. If this is how you get from just two of his fingers, how will you react when he fills you with his cock?

Your legs try to snap shut but Reiner's broad shoulders hold you open. Your cries turn into quick, staccato moans and your back arches so hard off the mattress that your face is obscured by your heaving chest and tightened nipples.

Reiner groans at the feeling of your pussy squeezing his fingers, pulsing around him rhythmically as he pushes against the warm, tight walls of your pussy. He doesn't know where to look -- which part of you he wants to commit to memory -- but he settles on your drooling cunt as it twitches around his digits.

He watches you cum on his fingers, helping draw it out for as long as he can until your hands frantically reach down for his wrist -- stilling him. "'S too much," you slur, and Reiner notes that even your hands are shaking.

He swallows thickly, keeping his fingers half-buried in your cunt while his other hand rubs soft, soothing circles on your hip.

"You're ok," he says quietly, waiting with you until your breathing returns to normal and your grip on his wrist loosens.

When he pulls his fingers out, your whole body trembles. He takes a moment to look at his hand, covered in you, and he moves to take his fingers into his mouth to taste you on his tongue.

"Do you want to keep going?" he asks after slipping his fingers from his mouth with a quiet pop!

You brush your thumb across the tendons in the back of his hand, craning your head up from its place on the bed so you can see him. "Yeah," you say softly, and your voice is raw from moaning. "I want to keep going."

"Good," Reiner admits, slipping his hands to your thighs before hoisting them up onto his shoulders, "because now I want to taste you."

[enluv]

bewitched

pairing: anton x mentioned gn reader! (pls lmk if there are any gendered terms I may have missed)

synopsis: in which anton has a not so tiny actually really big crush on reader.

genre: fluff that made me smile to myself so hard that I had to remind myself this was just a fic, idol!anton & idol!reader, angst if you squint, pouty anton & his hyungs love to tease him for it!

coco’s <3 note: this was something I wrote up after a really long day of studying for finals last week so if you hate it lie to me (I’m sensitive) and it’s completely self indulgent 😭 + not edited well…

small but important a/n: I am so happy people love this fic as much as I do but I unfortunately will not be making a part two for it! originally I didn’t plan one and still in my heart feel like it doesn’t really need one!! sorry my loves, ty for the understanding 🤍

anton who smiles to himself as he watches you do his groups dance challenge, he’s seen you backstage countless times now with your group and he swears you’re his soulmate.

loud and energetic, your personality compliments his usually timid and introverted one.

the first one to notice is seunghan, always the one with the keenest eye, he teases anton throughly when you walk past them in the music show halls, pushing his shoulders and tugging at the boys pink cheeks.

the next two to notice are wonbin and shotaro, having caught their youngest replaying your groups music video just after briefly being introduced to you, he claims it’s so he can learn your dance challenge but the boys can tell from the way his voice raises an octave, that he’s lying.

eunseok and sungchan take note as they watch his eyes sparkle up at the screen in their room backstage, there’s no hiding the proud smile he wears as he watches you move about on stage smiling and enjoying the time you have with fans, they can see just how much he admires you.

sohee is the last to know as he walks right up to you, laughing and joking like old friends do, anton goes through the five stages of grief so quickly the rest of the members laugh loudly at him.

first, he denies what’s taking place in front of his eyes, he can’t fathom how you know his friend, or why you two seem so close.

second, he’s angry. not at sohee or you, never you of course, but at himself for not seeing the obvious signs. you’d done their dance because you knew his friend, not just because you were interested in him them.

third, anton tries rationalizing with himself. this was okay, it’d be okay, and if you ended up with sohee it would be fine because technically he’d never admitted to liking you, and so technically you weren’t anyone to him, so really if he thought about it, he’d be fine, especially if you made his best friend happy.

fourth, he’s pouting, and not even on purpose in a cute way, he’s full on pouting at the scene taking place in front of him. he’s sad you’re so close to sohee, sad he isn’t the one making you laugh loudly or putting a smile on your face, sad that he has absolutely no chance with you at all. this isn’t fair, but he can’t do anything so he resorts to pouting and clinging onto his older brothers for comfort (as they laugh and tease his current state).

finally, anton thinks he’s over it. he’s been watching you and sohee giggle about back and forth for what seems like hours now (it’s been less than five minutes) and he thinks he can finally accept this reality. you’re into his friend and he’s chopped liver. yeah that’s totally fine, he’s totally okay with this outcome.

the older boys smile at one another as they watch anton bury his head deeper into eunseoks broad shoulders, seemingly shielding himself from the scene in front of him. they know when their maknae is upset and it’s a million times clear just how much he is right now.

“anton, are you okay? I want to introduce you to my friend.” sohee’s soft voice pulls him out of his depression, slowly rising his head he’s met with a pair of eyes he knows too well, and his ears turn red.

“this is my roommate, he’s the one I told you about, the one that’s a big fan of you,” his friend laughs after his words and anton isn’t sure what’s worse: you being madly in love with sohee or you knowing he’s madly in love with you.

“anton right? I’m also a big fan of you, if that’s not totally embarrassing to admit to you.”

and just like that he’s swooning again, all the thoughts and feelings from before melt away as he pushes past eunseok to stand in front of you. now this, this is just perfect.

sohee shoots him a smile and a thumbs up, and it all clicks, anton is almost ashamed of how he’s acted.

sohee knew about his crush, how could he not? they shared a room together, of course he’d caught him watching your content, laughing at things you’d said, and bashfully liking your pictures from his spam account, he’d done this on purpose, he’d introduce you to one another on purpose.

“do you want to maybe grab some lunch with me?”

so maybe that wasn’t what he’d planned to say to you first but at least he’d spoken…right? even if it was straightforward and not like him at all.

your laugh makes his ears even redder, and he’s instantly smiling as you nod, taking his hand and leading him to “a really good cafe” as you put it. anton isn’t listening fully, he’s just happy he can finally admire you in person.

yeah he’s definitely too far gone. he thinks he might be in love.

coco’s <3 note x2: I love love love writing for riize they’re honestly my favorite boys ahhh I love them!! hopefully now that I am on break I can write more for them :) thinking of opening requests for them too maybe? and like if you know me you know I don’t do that often so !!! hope you enjoyed this fic, feedback & reblogs are always appreciated <3

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[oneofnanamisgirls]

Nanami Kento Pt. 4

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synopsis: you have to cancel your date with nanami because you are sick. he comes to take care of you.

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cw: embarrassment LOL

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A/N PLEASE READ: OKAY HI GUYS!! first off i wanted to say the last few weeks have been hectic! i was sick so that prompted me to write this, plus i had time to kill. i felt like this smau story was going a bit slow, so i decided to write a little (kinda? like 2k words) fic to go along with the text smau. i want to write more! so any suggestions/comments on this story would be APPRECIATED, so pls lmk! <33 ty if you read this<33

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Nanami opens the door, that you had managed to unlock before passing out. He drops the bags on the small table that sits inside the doorway. He reaches down for you, making sure you are still breathing. He lifts you to place you somewhere more comfortable than the hard wooden floor you lay on.

He notices the sweat beads on your forehead. The fever was worse than he expected. He searches the bathroom for a wash cloth. He runs the water cold, ringing out the cloth so it's not dripping. He carefully places the cloth on your forehead, covering your eyes with it.

He takes a look at you, making sure you are alright. He takes this time to clean up the used tissues that have missed the bin. He looks around your apartment for disinfectant to clean up for you.

He waits on the couch outside of your bedroom, keeping the door open to listen for you. He reaches for one of the books piled on your coffee table from the library. None of them were anything he would pick up, but he enjoys reading.

Many hours pass before you wake up, reaching at the cloth over your eyes. Your coughing notifies Nanami that you're awake. As he reaches the door frame, you can't help but notice the little room above his head and the frame.

"Nanami?" Your voice is hoarse and laced with confusion.

"Y/n, how are you feeling?" He asks, approaching the bed.

"How are you here?" You ask, trying to replay what happened earlier.

"I was already on my way over, the door was unlocked when I came to bring you medicine." He tells you, and you remember unlocking the door. You were dizzy and lightheaded earlier.

"I don't remember you coming in." You tell him.

"You were passed out on the floor." He tells you.

"I don't remember." You shake your head. Your throat is dry, you reach for the glass of water to take a sip. The glass is heavy and it drops to the floor.

The frustration of how sick you have been and the confusion causes you to feel overwhelmed. You flop down to the pillow and let a cry out.

"Hey hey, it's alright." Nanami ushers to the broken glass, debating which is more important right now. Thankfully the short drop only caused the glass to break in four pieces.

"I don't remember letting you in." You cry out. Nanami reaches to rub your back in comfort.

"You didn't Sweetheart, I came to bring you medicine and soup. I knocked, I called, I texted, I was worried so I tried the door. Do you remember unlocking it?" He asks you in a gentle voice. You nod. "That's how I came in. You were passed out on the floor, I brought you in here."

"I don't remember passing out Nanami." You sob into the pillow.

"You are sick, you haven't been taking care of yourself." He tells you, you feel ashamed.

"I couldn't. I feel so weak." You let out.

"It's okay, I'm here. Let it out." He pulls the hair off your neck and to the side.

You cry into the pillow, letting your shame and frustration out. He was right, you weren't taking care of yourself. You thought that it would pass on its own.

Your cries ease after a while, the frustration and shame was slowly seeping out of you. Between heavy breathing, you hear your stomach growl so loud you grow embarrassed.

"I'm sorry." You whisper.

"You must be hungry. Let me heat up the soup I brought." He tells you.

"Thank you Nanami." You look up at him with puffy eyes.

You watch as he picks up the broken glass and exits your bedroom. You notice the floor is free of tissues and there is a new box set on your nightstand.

Nanami returns with an electrolyte drink for you. You watch as he twists it open for you, he knew that you felt weak and knew you wouldn't be able to open it alone.

"Can you hold it up?" He asks as you take the drink. The bottle that would normally feel like nothing in your hands felt heavy. You shake your head and he helps you lift it to your lips.

You take a few sips before he sets the drink beside you on the table. You become aware of the sweat that has dried all over your body.

"I need a shower." You cough out.

"After you eat, okay?" Nanami looks at you, causing a nod.

He leaves the room to finish warming the soup. A bit later he returns with the bowl and spoon. He sets it down and comes back with the medicine.

He places the bowl on your lap and hands you the spoon. He wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable by feeding you.

The soup feels good against your throat that has been sore and irritated the last few days. You couldn't remember the last time you ate a meal. You've been getting by on just granola bars since you had no energy.

Nanami watches as the light is returning to your face. He doesn't show the smile he feels. He hands you the drink and you take a few sips, before returning to the soup.

"Thank you for all of this." You say to him as he grabs the empty bowl from your lap.

"It is no problem." He tells you before going to clean the bowl. He comes back and opens the box of medicine, taking out the two pills for you. He places them in your hand and you swallow them.

"You should feel a bit better soon. You wanted shower? Do you feel up to it now?" He asks you.

"I think so, thank you again." You push your legs to hang off the bed, sitting up.

Nanami takes notice how your feet don't touch the floor. He realizes he is hovering over you and steps back.

You push your hands into the mattress as you push yourself up. You're still a bit weak, Nanami catches you as you stumble.

"Sorry." You let out.

"I will wait outside the door in case." He assures you.

He helps you in the bathroom and even turns the water on for you. He shuts the door behind him.

The water feels good against your skin, it is warm and washing away all the sweat from the fever. The steam helps clear your sinuses.

You don't realize how long you have been in there until your fingers prune up. The steam seeps through the crack under the door. You step out, feeling yourself get dizzy again.

"Nanami." You call, hoping it was loud enough for him to hear.

He opens the door up, seeing you cover your body with the shower curtain, leaning against the wall.

"Light headed." You tell him.

"It's a sauna in here. Where is the towel?" He asks looking around. He stops to look at the pile of clothes on the floor and snaps his eyes back to you.

"Behind the door." You tell him, breathing heavily.

He shuts the door and pulls the towel off the hook. He closes his eyes for privacy as he wraps the towel around you. He guides you back to your room and sets you on the bed.

You notice the new set of sheets on the bed and new blanket. You look at the dirty ones in the hamper.

"You changed my sheets?" You ask, gripping the towel against your body.

"You needed clean ones after your shower." He tells you. "Can you get dressed okay?" He offers you a small cup of water.

You nod and he exits, shutting the door behind him. You slowly put pajamas on, being careful not to move too fast.

"I am all done." You call to him, sitting back on the bed. Your hair drips down your back, but flipping over to wrap the towel around your hair would make you dizzy again.

"Your hair is soaking against your back." He takes the towel and sits behind you. He lifts the towel to your hair, squeezing the water out.

"Nanami." You start, worrying about the proximity, he could get sick because of you.

"I don't care about getting sick. I've caught your colds all throughout high school." He reassures, still squeezing out your hair.

"You have to work tomorrow. I don't want you sick." You tell him.

"It's handled if I do get sick. Now let me keep taking care of you. Look at how much you already look better." He points to the mirror across your room.

You thought you look a mess. Wearing boxer shorts and a tee shirt that was extremely oversized. Your under eyes were insanely dark.

"I look sickly." You tell him.

"And now you are even joking around again." He stands up and reaches for the hairbrush.

"You're too kind." You tell him as he sits back behind you. He is careful when he starts brushing your hair.

"How is the medicine?" He asks.

"Good, I feel a lot better." You tell him. Your hair is brushed through, but he doesn't stop.

"Good, no more knots in your hair." You look at him in the mirror, he looks back at you.

"Thank you for taking care of me today." You tell him. You want to lean into him, but don't want to get germs all over him.

"I'd do it anytime, you just ask and I'll be here." He tells you, as if he is a mind reader, he pulls your back into him. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his lap all the way. You yawn as your head falls comfortably on his chest. "Tired still?"

"I think just exhausted from everything." You tell him.

"Your toes are cold, where are your socks?" He lifts you off of him, you hold back a sad sigh.

"The drawer on the right." You tell him. He pulls the drawer out and looks around. Since he is facing away from you, you don't see his blush spread across his cheeks. He felt weird looking in your underwear drawer. He clears his throat as he returns to you, kneeling and taking your ankle in his hands. He puts the thick socks over your cold feet before looking up at you. "Sorry." You mumble.

"What for?" Nanami questions.

"Don't make me say it." You shy away.

"I don't know why you are apologizing, I offered to get them for you." He sits down in front of you.

"I didn’t think about which drawer it was before I told you.” You say with embarrassment. Nanami wasn’t sure how to respond, his mind was preoccupied by the garments in the drawer, and not the socks.

“Let’s just forget about it, yeah?” He rests a hand on your knee, comforting the embarrassment.

You nod and he rubs a gentle circle against your knee. You feel relaxed and have more energy than you did this whole weekend. You suggest moving to the couch in the living room to watch a movie.

“I do apologize for not asking you earlier, but I picked up one of the books to pass the time earlier.” He tells you as you set the tissues on the coffee table. Your eyes dart to the book that was opened down the spine, pages lying flat against the table. “You like romance novels?”

“Oh god, this has got to be the most embarrassing day of my life. First you find me passed out on the floor, snot dripping down my face and sweating. Then I cry like a little kid, I nearly pass out again but this time naked, then you look in my underwear drawer, and now you just started reading my books.” You cover your face in more embarrassment. You couldn’t tell him that the book wasn’t just romance, it was basically word porn.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed about anything. I’ve seen plenty of that stuff in my life. I have also read plenty of books. Put your favorite movie on, I will order some food. You need to catch up on the last few days.” He sets aside your embarrassment.

You do as he instructed, putting on your favorite feel good movie while he orders takeout for the both of you.

The rest of the evening is relaxing, you were sad to see him leave but he did have work in the morning.

He makes you promise to keep taking care of yourself until you get better.

[ynscrazylife]

trouble (colt seavers x stunt double!reader)

Colt considers himself a pretty laid back man. He gets along well with a lot of people. Most people. It’s been a while, since his work with Tom, that he has had to deal with someone who really irked him. Until he meets you. The both of you are stunt doubles for the leads of a new, fast-paced action movie.

At first, he thinks you’re cute (well, as much as he tries to convince himself otherwise, he still does). The first stunt he does for the movie is one with you and that’s what gets you all in trouble. You don’t like what you see as a careless attitude he has when it came to stunts and he makes the mistake of joking that you should “take things more easily”. From then on, you guys are always squabbling over something.

It doesn’t help that when he finds out that you have a cool motorcycle stunt, he talks to the director in hopes that he’ll get the stunt instead. You find out about that and you’re not happy.

Well, the motorcycle stunt gets done. He can’t deny that you look great wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses, expertly performing the stunt in one take.

Now, he’s watching from behind the cameras as you perform another stunt, this time a car one. Your character’s involved in a car chase on a beach and you’re supposed to go barreling down the dock, only to stop right before the end of it.

The stunt’s going great, you’re getting on the dock, and then—

“It won’t stop. The brakes won’t—!” You yell into your mic, before the car pummels into the water and disappears.

For a split second, everything seems to be going in slow motion. Colt looks up from the camera to the actual dock—and you’re just gone. His heart begins to hammer as it sets in what really has happened. He can hardly think before he’s sprinting off, along with the medics on the set and other professionals, who are on standby in case anything goes wrong. And something has gone really, really wrong.

Someone grabs his arm, pulling him back to let the guys do what they have to do. They’re gathering equipment together, one person tying a rope around another person’s waist.

Colt feels sick to his stomach as he watches the man dive into the water, your panicked voice replaying in his mind. He’s heard you annoyed, exasperated, but never this. He’s seen stunts go wrong, but not to this extent.

He’ll save the thinking about whatever brake thing went wrong for later. His mind’s filled with you, your image, your fear.

The man with the rope resurfaces and there’s commotion about the angle the car’s at. He needs something that enables him to breathe longer underwater. Colt wants to scream as they fumble around with goddamn snorkeling equipment — you’re sinking underwater! He’ll go in himself if he has to.

Finally, the man dives in again, and after a tense minute, he emerges, carrying you.

He runs with the medics, unable to do much aside from stand there. One of the medics pounds on your chest and, when he sees that you aren’t breathing, he begins to feel like he can’t either. Colt snatches a blanket out of someone’s hands and kneels down beside you, begging for you silently to wake up.

After the second round of rescue breaths and CPR, you wake with a desperate gasp for air, for life. It’s the most beautiful sound Colt has ever heard. He wraps the blanket around your shoulders, helping you sit up as you focus on getting as much the air in as possible.

Your eyes flicker up to meet his. Nothing needs to be said in this moment. Colt rubs your back with the towel as a gurney is brought to you. “Up you go,” he murmurs, lifting you onto the gurney.

Your eyes stick on him as you’re strapped onto the gurney, a silent plea to not be left alone. Colt understands, he’s not about to leave you alone for a second. He follows the gurney towards the ambulance, as paramedics have now arrived.

He helps them lift the gurney into the ambulance and sits down inside, watching as the paramedics flock around you. One takes your vitals, the other places an oxygen mask over your mouth. He hears them talk about the possibility of hypothermia and takes a hold of your hand.

“I know you’re scared, but you’re gonna be just fine and I’m going to be here for you,” he whispers. He pushed people away when he had his back injury, but he’s not going to let you be alone while you recover. He promises himself that.

The ambulance arrives at the hospital and you’re whisked away. Despite knowing that you’re awake, Colt still worries. He tries to distract himself by updating the movie crew and talking to the hospital staff, continuously asking for any updates they might have on you.

Eventually a nurse out comes out and tells him that you’re asking for him. He practically runs to your room, having to force himself to slow down right before he enters. He has to be collected.

He’s not, at all, collected on the inside.

“Hey, troublemaker,” Colt greets as he saunters in, smiling because you’re all bundled up in blankets and you look absolutely adorable. He sits down in a chair next to you.

“Hi,” you say quietly, mustering up a smile.

He asks you about how you’re feeling, if you’re okay, about the monitors, practically interrogating you. He eases up when he sees you start to get overwhelmed with all the questions, though.

“God, that . . . That was scary,” he finally admits.

“I know,” you agree, gazing at him. How could a man you found to be so annoying be so sweet at the same time?

“That’s never gonna happen again. They’re gonna investigate and see what went wrong,” he assures you. He’d sent a very demanding text to the director about that.

You nod and he can see that you’re tired, which you have every right to be.

“You know, they say that body heat is the best way to warm someone up,” he says, smirking and only half-joking.

You roll your eyes at him. “Just sit with me, okay?” You ask him, patting the empty space on your bed.

He nods, taking his place. He stays until the nurses come to kick him out, and even then, with his charm, manages to negotiate a few more minutes. When you doze off on his shoulder, the nurses don’t have the heart to make him leave. He’s not gonna leave your side again.

[hazelnutsforellie]

Can you plsssss write ellie with an inexperienced reader and helping them through their first time? (doesn’t have to be specific) maybe ellie is kissing readers neck and they pull away kind of harshly but then ellie helps them feel good

IDK IDK THE THOUGHT CAME TO ME I NEED IT NOWWWW

melanchole | e. williams ೄྀ��� ˊˎ-

PAIRING— modern!ellie williams x afab or fem!reader

SUMMARY— your best friend, ellie, has a hard time controlling her anger when it comes to you, accidentally revealing her feelings for you in the process.

WARNINGS— NSFW, smut [18+], mutual pining, angst & fluff, protective ellie, alcohol use, ellie gets in a fight, mentions of blood & small wounds, top!ellie, inexperienced bottom!reader, reader is kinda shy & quiet, thigh grinding, fingering (r rec), oral (r rec), multi-orgasm [2], overstim, praise, pet names, kinda proofread.

WC— 5.5k

AUTHOR'S NOTE— ty for the request, anon!! i wasn't sure if you meant the reader's first time with a girl or in general so i did in general. feedback is always appreciated, pls don't be shy!! ♡

You shifted in the passenger seat of Ellie's car as you watched the tree line to your right, when the streetlights allowed it. Neither of you spoke as the soft pattering of the rain provided just enough noise to keep Ellie at ease. You weren't particularly... happy with her, or her actions. You'd planned to have a nice outing like you do every Saturday night, but something had shifted.

Your train of thought began to shift as you ran through the events in your head that caused such a dent.

It was too quick, too swift. The burning of the alcohol coursing through your veins along with the thumping of the music in the background continued to ramp up your adrenaline with each passing second. Standing in the kitchen of the frat party, you were a few feet behind Ellie, and a guy you'd never seen before was lying on the floor in front of her.

In one moment Ellie toward the kitchen to get more drinks. In there, you found said guy standing by the sink. The next moment, he began making disgusting comments about you. In Ellie's opinion, at least. To you, he simply complimented you.

Of course, after hearing his flirtatious comment, Ellie immediately stepped in and snapped at him to fuck off. Unbeknownst to anyone, the guy has major anger issues. As does Ellie. This only made things worse, causing the guy to snap back with much more venom.

Ellie had a difficult time controlling her anger issues, and when you were in the mix, there was no way she was going to be able to hold herself back. So Ellie, infamous for her inability to control her anger when it came to you, threw the first punch. Before you knew it, Ellie was towering over him, fingers twitching as her chest heaved. He was down, and Ellie knew it was smart to leave him as is, but she was unable to step away on her own.

The circle surrounding you three was growing larger and the loud whispers and stares were becoming overwhelming for you and once he stood up, wiping the blood from his top lip, you were able to ground yourself. Grabbing Ellie's wrist, you pulled her away from the scene, your plan to have a night out being cut short. Ellie made sure to glare at him until he was out of sight.

The entire drive back to her place was silent as you replayed the events in your head. Ellie was driving with her right hand on the top of the wheel, her other resting on her forehead as she leaned against the door. Neither of you had yet to say anything, getting in the car and silently agreeing to go to Ellie’s dorm, your prime hangout since she had a single room.

Ellie absentmindedly chewed on her lower lip as she too repeated the events in her head, her eyes piercing forward. She was angry, but not as angry as before. She was angry with herself. She couldn't believe she'd let herself snap in front of you, convincing herself that she'd ruined the entire evening when she could've just walked away.

That’s what you couldn’t shake.

She could’ve just walked away.

You knew Ellie was protective of you, given you’re her best friend, but it felt different. There was more than what you could see on the surface, which was slowly piercing through the more the two of you stayed silent. Sure, if the guy had actually made a rude comment at first, you would’ve been able to understand her behavior much easier. You felt completely sober the more you thought about it, becoming bolder.

"What was that?" you broke the silence, causing Ellie to nearly smile, though she was able to control it. She thought it was cute how you always wanted to cut to the chase, but she didn't want to with this situation. Not at all.

"Can we just wait 'till we get there?" Ellie managed, retightening her grip on the wheel. Despite the darkness that allowed little to no light inside the car, you were able to see Ellie’s swollen knuckles as she gripped the wheel. Seeing this, you swallowed thickly and quickly averted your gaze through the windshield.

Ellie could tell that you were frustrated, it was evident in your body language. When you would turn your head and look out the window, Ellie would steal a glance of you. She wanted to see you, but she didn't want to make eye contact. She felt embarrassed, scared, too many things. On the inside, Ellie began to panic, realizing that she had to have an actual explanation.

Ellie kept her eyes forward as she led you down the quiet hallway, stopping before her door to unlock it. Of course, Ellie let you in first before stepping inside and closing the door behind her. Ellie's dorm wasn't spacious but it wasn't tiny either, having just enough space for her bed, a small living area, kitchen, and bathroom.

Ellie had numerous posters and wall décor decorating her walls, adding life to the dull cream-colored paint. She had comfy furniture that encapsulated her personality quite well, in your opinion. You both were silent as you kicked your shoes off, finding a place to put your things as Ellie peeled her jacket off, leaving herself in a hoodie and jeans. You followed her actions, still avoiding eye contact as you hung your jacket by the door, next to hers.

You watched her back as she made her way into her private bathroom, leaving the door open as she stopped in front of the sink, twisting the faucet on. She was too focused on scrubbing her hands to notice you watching her, watching the water become a light tint of crimson after running over her skin.

You kicked your shoes off by the door before following her, stopping in the doorway of the bathroom just a foot away from Ellie's right elbow. Your eyes were glued to her hands in the sink to the right, watching her rinse them clean. You finally looked up and into the mirror, instantly meeting Ellie's bright green eyes and the dark bruise that was forming on her right cheek.

"Holy fuck," you breathed, grabbing her chin to turn her face into her direction, finally meeting full eye contact for the first time since you left the party. Ellie's bottom lip jutted out as if she was going to say something, but nothing came as her eyes casted to the side while you examined her bruised face. "I didn't even see him get one in."

"He barely did," Ellie mumbled, her eyes finally flicking to yours. In contrast to her words, she had one, two, three scrapes from the guy's rings when he got one good punch to her eye. Her cockiness made you lightly chuckle, but your smile quickly fell as you released your grasp on her chin, your hand faltering back to your side. Ellie's eyelashes fluttered after the warm contact of your skin left hers, making her clear her throat as she leaned for the towel on the counter, drying her hands off.

You let out a sigh, grabbing a fresh rag from a folded pile on the corner of the counter. You knew that Ellie was going to be too stubborn to take care of herself. Ellie's eyes followed your movements, watching as you grabbed the washcloth before twisting the faucet on. You held the rag under the lukewarm water, soaking it as Ellie's eyes trailed the side of your face and down your neck before hearing you turn the faucet back off.

You were both silent as Ellie leaned her left hip against the counter, watching you wring the rag out, into the sink. There was a clear tension. The unusual silence wasn't due to the fight itself. It was because of the reason. You'd never witnessed her be so openly protective of you, mainly because she never had to be.

As much as you hated to admit it, you liked it. You didn't think it was okay for Ellie to throw her fist around, but you couldn't help but feel your stomach begin to twist in fluttery knots the more you thought about how angry she became, practically shielding you from the random guy at the party before they began throwing punches.

After wringing the rag out, you looked back up to Ellie's face, her eyes already staring as you began to dab the rag on the scrapes within her bruise, trying your best to avoid hurting her. Ellie gently grunted, closing her eyes as you wiped the her cheekbone clean. You only assumed it was from the guy's rings, leaving scrapes deep enough to leave a burn but not bleed too much.

The obvious red mark was already turning blue, and you had to admit that she looked hot that way. Ellie's eyes fluttered back open to meet your hooded eyelids as the pressure of the rag became softer, your eyes still focusing on her skin. She didn't care if you caught her, where else was she supposed to look? She wanted to say something, but she was at a loss for words. The silence was comfortable, you both just couldn't stop your minds from racing. Once you were done, you gave Ellie a nod before pulling your arm back.

"I got it," Ellie said, extending her arm out with an open hand. You placed the rag in her palm with a nod before gently turning on your heels, making your way over to the couch while she finished up. You didn't want to hound her, sensing that she didn't know how to approach the situation yet. You pulled one of her throw blankets over your frame, leaving yourself uncovered from your chest up.

Ellie felt her body relax as you distanced, being able to collect herself and her thoughts as she rinsed the rag out. There was no doubt that the alcohol coursing through Ellie's veins was partially at fault for her irrational decisions. Of course, both of you felt sober long before you got to the dorm.

You were pulled back from your thoughts as you saw the bathroom light flick off, Ellie emerging from the smaller room, toward the couch. Her couch was not the average three-seater, and was more of a loveseat. You had taken the left side, your usual spot, making yourself comfortable into the corner as you waited for Ellie to sit down.

Ellie sat close to the edge of the couch, not facing you as she usually would. Usually, she preferred sitting face-to-face, but she didn't want to face you as she talked about the situation at hand. So instead, she was sitting up with her elbows on her knees, manspreading as she her mind continued to run. You noticed there were new bandages on her knuckles that she applied after you left the bathroom, seeing that her index and middle finger of her right hand were free of such bandages. You nearly groaned at yourself for your thoughts, knowing it was not an appropriate time.

Ellie knew she had to tell you how she felt about you. She was just terrified. She couldn't imagine losing you because you couldn't reciprocate her feelings and felt like you needed to distance yourself from her. No, she couldn't handle the thought of that. She needed you.

"So..." you softly trailed off, crossing your arms over your chest as you felt yourself warm up underneath the blanket. This action caused your breasts to lift and show more cleavage, which was the root cause of the fight to begin with. Ellie saw it in the corner of her eye, tightening her grip on her hands. You knew that you had to go full force and just get straight to the point, sensing that Ellie would do everything she could to beat around the bush. She seemed extremely nervous, and much less angry than before. "Why did you hit him?"

Ellie felt a breath fall from her lips, having expected you to jump to the point, but secretly hoping you would change the subject. Ellie didn't overthink her thoughts, knowing that it was best to just be free with her answers.

"I didn't like what he said," Ellie explained, gently fiddling with her hands as her eyes darted around the room. You watched this, your eyes focusing on the side of her face as suddenly nothing else in the room mattered other than her.

"Ellie... he said 'I love your shirt'..." you trailed off with a smirk, which made Ellie want to instantly roll her eyes. She didn't think you dressed slutty or anything, she just knew that the guy was googling at your cleavage. She saw his gaze before he even spoke, hence why she snapped at him so quickly.

"He was checking you out," Ellie explained, twisting her wrist to expose her open palm in a way to express her frustration. You were surprised that she was quick to continue. "Before you even saw him he was staring at you."

"Is he not allowed to do that?" you quirked a brow, earning a soft scoff from Ellie in return as she finally turned her head to meet your eyes, her elbows remaining on her thighs as a strand of loose hair fall over her face. It was a serious yet sarcastic question, you wanted to know what Ellie meant.

"No, that's... that's not what I mean," she stammered, beginning to fiddle with her hands again. "He was looking at your chest as soon as we walked in the kitchen... I just, I just knew what he really meant."

You leaned forward, Ellie's nervousness becoming quite obvious as she softly twisted her slender fingers. Ellie kept her eyes on yours as you leaned closer to her, the skin between your eyebrows folding as you parted your lips to speak, your mind continuing to run as you thought about the events again. Still, you couldn't understand why she hit him.

"You could've walked away... Ellie, you broke his nose and kept going," you stated the obvious, making Ellie turn her head forward again to avoid your stare. It was hard to look you in the eye, especially under such circumstances.

You shook your head, softly grabbing Ellie's chin to turn her head back in your direction, meeting her green orbs once again.

"Don't do that," you nearly ordered, wanting Ellie to stop avoiding. You had to admit, you had a pretty good idea as to what she was thinking, and unbeknownst to you, you were right. Ellie had feelings for you, as you did for her. You understood why she did what she did, even though it's not an excuse.

Suddenly, neither of you had anything to say. Eyes glued to each other, you didn't notice Ellie's chest slowly begin to heave in shaky breaths. Oh, how she just wanted to kiss you.

"Yeah, I broke his nose. I'd do it again," Ellie murmured back, her eyes never leaving yours. You were not expecting her to say such things, feeling your chest lock as your heat began to burn with arousal. Ellie's shift from being nervous and quiet to blunt and nonchalant stunned you, making you squeeze your thighs together as you continued to sit up with your knees close to your chest, still leaning into her.

Ellie turned her body in your direction and leaned into you, her eyebrows softly knitting together. She saw it. She saw the way your legs tensed and your thighs clench together, how could she not? Even though her eyes were boring into yours, she was paying attention to every movement you made.

Ellie's eyes left yours to cast down to your lips, glancing at the way they were parted. She then looked back up to your eyes, which were silently pleading for her to kiss you. You didn't lean back, continuing to lean into her as to provoke her. You let your legs fall so that your knees weren't up but folded, your ankles hanging off the couch so that you and Ellie were practically in the same position, facing each other.

Ellie didn't care to hide her need for you, knowing her feelings were now obvious to you. She just didn't know if you wanted her just as much as she wanted you.

"So a guy can't say anything about me when you're around?" you continued to provoke her, causing the heat in Ellie's lower half to warm as she thought about you being hers. You noticed Ellie's eyebrows twitch, as she was slightly taken aback by your comment, knowing what you were trying to do.

"What are you doing?" she murmured, her voice sounding like gravel coated in honey as a smirk began to break on her lips, your doe eyes never leaving hers. Or her bruise. Fuck, her bruise. It turned you on more than you'd liked to admit.

"I'm just asking if I should start holding your hand to make you feel better, or..." you slowly teased in a joking manner as a smile began to tug the corner of your own lips. Ellie's heart was pounding in her chest, her veins burning with desire as she lost control of herself, unable to hold herself back from making a move at least once.

Ellie's hands found your cheeks as she pulled your face closer to hers, her eyes glancing from your lips to your eyes before her lips met yours. You could feel the slight scratchiness of the bandages on her hands, nearly making you moan against her lips. Your eyes fluttered closed, the feeling of her wet lips locking with yours causing a fire to burn in your core. Ellie pulled you deep into her, your lips smashing as she then pushed your forward with her body, the both of you sitting up straight as your lips remained locked. You wanted to catch a glimpse of her face, but her tongue was urgent, dipping between your lips as her palms tugged at your jaw. She'd craved you for a long time, and finally being able to kiss you was more than a relief.

Suddenly, Ellie pulled her lips away from yours, but her hands never left your jaw. She glanced into your eyes for a mere moment before tilting her head in the other direction, smashing her lips back onto yours as you then placed your hands on her jaw as well, tugging her into you.

Ellie's hands fell from your cheeks to lean forward, pushing you onto your back with her body as she used her hands to stabilize herself on the loveseat underneath you. She used her right knee to separate your legs, your right leg hanging off the couch as Ellie's upper knee made contact with your clothed heat, causing you to gasp against her lips.

Ellie's lips parted from yours as she looked down at you. Before she could say anything, you softly bucked your hips to grind your core against her thigh, silently telling her that you did like it. She knew you were inexperienced, being your best friend and all, she knew those things. That is partly why she was so protective of you, you realized. She has always been protective of you.

Ellie dipped her head back down, reconnecting her lips with yours as she began to softly grind her knee against your clothed heat, the friction of your jeans causing you to whimper soft noises underneath her. Ellie's grip on the cushions underneath you tightened, a whimper leaving her own lips at the noises you made as she continued to softly grind against your core. You reached to hold onto Ellie's wrist beside your head, from where she was stabilizing herself above you, your nails softly digging into her tattoo as she grinded against you.

"F-fuck," you whispered against her lips, nearly causing her to moan. She relished in the noises you continued to make while she began to trail wet kisses down your neck, the foreign feeling being mixed with her grinding causing a whine to fall from your lips. Ellie retracted, unsure of what you would like since you didn't have any experience with anything sexual involving another person.

"Are you okay?" Ellie asked with heavy breaths as she looked down at you, her bright eyes seeming dark in compliment with her bruise. You nodded, looking up at her through your lashes as you tightened your grip on her wrist. "If you want me to stop, just say the word. I wanna make you feel good, okay?"

You quickly nodded in understanding as Ellie leaned back down to capture your lips with hers again. She then tore her her grip away from the couch to lock her fingers in the belt loops of your jeans, pulling you against her thigh. You needed her, desperately, but you didn't know how to ask, or what to say.

"What do you need, baby?" Ellie asked, noticing the clear begging eyes you portrayed as her hands began trailing your hips. You huffed, bucking your hips against her. Despite never doing such things before, you weren't foreign to the burning desire you felt in your lower half. There have been many occurrences where Ellie did something so little yet effective, such as driving. You'd always have to squeeze your thighs together and look out the window to avoid wanting to pounce her.

You didn't even care that your first time was happening on your best friend's couch. Both of you were too urgent to care, wanting to feel each other after waiting for so, so long.

"Can I take these off?" Ellie asked in a caring tone as she gently tugged the belt loops of your jeans closer, forcing your clothed cunt against her thigh with more pressure than before, which made you want to shiver under her hold. You nodded as you stared into her eyes, a small smile finding their way on her lips in return.

Ellie's fingers found their way to the button of your jeans, loosening them around your waist. You arched your back and lifted your ass, allowing her to pull your jeans off your legs completely, leaving you in your panties and rather-revealing shirt. Ellie's eyes were blown with lust and anticipation, and despite her confident act, her heart was pounding.

Ellie then rearranged to your previous position with her right knee in between your thighs. Ellie's lower thigh made contact with your panties, grazing your clothed bundle of nerves. It felt much different when someone else was doing it, that you could admit.

Ellie applied more pressure as she began to trail wet kisses down the other side of your neck, stopping at your collarbone to begin suckling the sensitive skin. A vulnerable moan fell from your lips and you could feel your cheeks begin to burn in embarrassment, quickly pursing your lips together. Ellie noticed you stop yourself, releasing her tongue from your collarbone to look up at you.

"No, keep going, baby," Ellie encouraged, slipping the fingers of her left hand underneath your shirt to toy with your sensitive peaks. "I wanna hear you."

Ellie couldn't take it, she needed to hear you. Feel you, taste you. You nearly whined when Ellie released the pressure of her knee against your heat, feeling her cold fingers graze the skin of your stomach just above your panty line as she leaned into you, closing the small gap by locking her lips with yours, forcing her tongue into your mouth. You felt her fingertips slide under the hem of your panties, thankful that she wasn't asking if everything was okay before doing it. You were nervous enough, and you trusted her. She told you to tell her when to stop, and she meant it. You were too flustered, excited, emotional to ask everything of her.

"Fuck," Ellie softly groaned against your lips as her index and middle fingers, free of bandages, found their way to your folds. Her fingers slid down your slit with ease, your wetness coating her digits enough for her to accidentally slip her fingers inside of you, earning an uncontrollable moan from you in return. "Oh my god, baby. You're so wet, you feel that?"

As Ellie asked her question, she pulled her fingers out of your sopping cunt, dragging them up your slit to coat yourself in your juices. You nodded, looking up at her with hooded eyes just inches away hers, a whimper falling from your lips as you easily melted under her touch.

"Yeah? You're such a good girl," Ellie praised, her fingers slowly slipping back inside your cunt with a messy noise, causing Ellie to pull her bottom lip between her teeth. Ellie's praise was only fueling the fire burning within your core from your sensitive cunt experiencing such foreign pleasure.

"Ellie," you breathed, your chest heaving from your adrenaline and excitement swirling together within your core. Ellie slowed the pace of her fingers, allowing them to linger inside you, slowly curling up. A short breath fell from your lips at the feeling, bucking your hips to signal her to keep going.

Ellie moved to lay beside you on your right, easing you closer to the inside of the couch so she had a better angle to pump her fingers inside of you. She used her right leg to continue separating your legs as she began to curl her fingers inside of you after every slow thrust.

"O-oh, fuck," you whimpered, your eyes fluttering closed as Ellie's lips attacked the right side of your neck. "E-Ellie—"

"What do you need, hm?" she purred in your ear, softly nipping your lobe with her lips as she waited for an answer, her green orbs boring into the side of your face. You were unable to respond, soft moans and whimpers falling from your lips as you began to arch your back against the cushions. "You need me to go faster, baby?"

You nodded, causing a sly smile to tug at the corner of Ellie's lips as she began to fasten her pace, the sound of your messy cunt making it difficult for Ellie to keep her lips closed, moaning along with you. Your hands desperately reached for her, one landing on her wrist while the other remained stuck underneath Ellie's body as she lied beside you. You didn't mind it as it kept you grounded from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Does that feel good? Hm?" Ellie inquired in a soothing tone, earning more nods from you as you nibbled at your bottom lip, trying to hold back the loud noises that threatened to bellow past your lips. Ellie leaned so that she was in the same position from earlier, hovering above you as she used her free hand to begin tugging your panties down your thighs.

The thrust of Ellie's fingers was delicate, yet so effective as she managed to rid your panties off your frame, exposing your entire lower half to her. You began to feel an immense overwhelming feeling of pleasure as Ellie's fingers continuously grazed your sweet spot, her soft praises in your ear only driving you closer to the edge.

"You're doing so good, baby. You're so wet, I bet you taste good too," she purred, her voice sounding soft in contrast to the messy noises of your cunt with each thrust of her fingers. You didn't expect your best friend to be so vocal in bed, though you weren't surprised either. You didn't mind it, in fact, it only caused your arousal to worsen.

"Fuck, Ellie. I... I—" you stammered in between moans, struggling to roll your hips against her.

"Do you feel like you're gonna come? t's okay, pretty girl, you can come," Ellie assured you, looking down at you with caring eyes as her chest heaved, her fingertips continuing to punch your spongy spot as she began to trail kisses down your chest, skipping over your shirt, and down your stomach. Before you could utter another word, Ellie's wet tongue dragged over your sensitive clit.

"O-oh, shit," you dragged out in a desperate moan, your right hand gripping the blanket that was now lying underneath you, your knuckles burning white as your eyes fluttered closed. Ellie's tongue was soft and warm, easily swirling around your clit in between sucking as her eyes remained glued to your face, piercing between her long, dark lashes.

Her cheeks were slightly tinted pink from her efforts, contrasting against her freckles. Her hair was messily pulled from its perfect bun, nearly falling out as Ellie continued to suck on your clit, the combination of it with her fingers sending you over the edge.

"Ellie, Ellie! Oh f-fuck," you cried as your peak crashed into you, your head falling back against the couch as your body began to shake through your climax. Ellie's fingers slowed but her mouth didn't, her tongue continuing to flick and lap at your swollen bud. The overstimulation was new to you, and very overwhelming. "S-Shit, Ellie, t's too much—"

Ellie quickly retracted her tongue, lowly humming as she gently pulled her fingers from your cunt. Ellie didn't hesitate to dip her fingers into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around them to taste you as you watched her through hooded eyes.

"Are you okay, pretty girl?" Ellie cooed, softly swiping her thumb over your sensitive clit as she hovered over you again, cupping your cheek with her other hand. "Do you need to stop?"

There's more?

You blinked for a moment, continuing to catch your breath before you shook your head. A smile began to tug at Ellie's lips as she slipped her hands underneath your back, pulling you to sit up.

"Can you walk f'me really quick?" she asked, earning a small 'yeah' from you in return. She then stood, reaching out for you to grab her hand, to which you accepted before she led you to her bed just a few feet away, easing you down so that your head was resting in the middle of her layers of pillows.

The main thing Ellie dreamed of was tasting you. If you were able to keep going, she would not turn down the opportunity. You were still attempting to catch your breath, your thighs trembling as you pressed your knees together, watching Ellie remove her clothes besides her undergarments, her cream-colored sports bra tightly hugging her chest. Ellie's forehead was littered with bullets of sweat, her nervousness mixed with her efforts to pleasure you quickly overheating her. It was obvious from her cheeks, shining a pretty pink as she crawled onto her bed, softly parting your knees apart, exposing yourself to her.

Her eyes were glued to your cunt, even as she began to leave nips and kisses on your inner thighs. She was teasing herself, and the thought made you shudder. Her lips pressed against your skin, growing closer to your sensitive heat with each press. Half of Ellie's bun had fallen out, and you found it quite attractive. It was different than her usual low-bun. Little did you know, she could tell, and you were the entire reason she would start wearing her hair that way.

"F-fuck, please," you whined, nearly pulling your thighs together, which would have in turn smashed Ellie's cheeks. "I need you."

Ellie's bright green orbs met yours after staring at your cunt for so long, a soft breath falling from her lips. Your pleads were like music to her ears, causing her to slip her arms underneath your thighs, pulling them apart before you felt her tongue push past your folds. A pornographic moan escaped your throat as Ellie pushed her tongue between your folds as far as she could, lapping at your juices as you arched your back above her comforter.

Against your efforts, you desperately pushed your thighs together from the overwhelming pleasure, unintentionally smashing Ellie's bruise on her cheek. Ellie hissed in response, which then turned into a deep moan against your cunt, causing vibrations to strike through your core and up your spine. Your body shook in response, your chest heaving as Ellie stretched her left arm further underneath you, wrapping it over your abdomen to swirl gentle circles into your swollen clit.

"S-Shit, I can't," you breathed, desperately gripping the comforter as Ellie's tongue lapped at your folds, humming in satisfaction with nearly every drag. Ellie's tongue retracted from your messy cunt, her cheeks glistening with your juices and her spit.

"Are you gonna come again, baby?" Ellie purred, looking up at you through her long lashes as she continued to softly tease your bundle of nerves, causing your body to jolt every few seconds. You managed to nod your head, unable to formulate a proper sentence as Ellie then continued to drag her tongue up your slit, maintaining eye contact. She knew exactly what she was doing, and it burned the coil within your core, snapping it. Ellie watched your eyes roll to the back of your head, your body shaking in her hold as she pressed gentle kisses on your sensitive clit.

"You did so good, you know that?" Ellie purred against your bud, earning a soft gasp from you in return. Ellie released her grasp on your thighs, using the bed for stabilization as she hovered over you, your eyes maintaining contact before she dipped her head down, capturing your lips with hers. Your chest was still heaving, making Ellie hum as she stood from the bed.

"Where are you going?" you asked, your eyes innocently looking up at hers as you were still coming down from your high, nearly making Ellie chuckle.

"I'm going to get you some water," Ellie said with a smile, wiping your juices off her chin with the back of her hand while walking over to the edge of the bed, beside you. "Can you handle that?"

You rolled your eyes, though a smile broke on your lips as you allowed yourself to catch your breath. Despite consummating your relationship, she was still your best friend, and was a giant tease.

"I think I can."

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i should’ve never let you go | x.mh

- To him, love can only mean you

oneshot | 2.5k | exes! au | angst | comfort

after laying out his raw heart for you on voicemail, one part of xu minghao never expects to hear from you again. this is until you text him back asking him to meet you for the first time in over a year. with your text, minghao knows he can’t let you slip away the way he did before.

sequel to we shouldn’t have ended like this

~ pairing . xu minghao x gn!reader

~ content . exes to lovers au!, non idol au!, minghao’s a lover boy, quite cheesy at the end, can be read as a standalone fic but some minor references won’t be picked up on

~ tw/cw . suggestive, mentions of alcohol, minghao’s a bit of a dick to everyone but his s/o

~ song rec . blue jeans - lana del rey

~ author’s note . here it is, the much requested pt.2 !! thank you all for loving pt.1 so much ~~

(taglist at the end)

THE PARK BENCH IS ICE AGAINST MINGHAO’S BLUE JEANS.

His hands are tightly clasped around a medium-sized bouquet, a pink bow ribbon tying everything together. Minghao doesn’t know the first thing about flowers, just knows that carnations are your favourites. Even though there’s a slight chill in the air, Minghao is dressed nicely; short-sleeved polo rolled up to show his arms. He thought he might as well make a decent effort: after all, he’s seeing you for the first time in a year.

Soulmates used to be a concept foreign to Minghao, so foreign when his friend Jun often blabbed on about finding his ‘one true love’ - he could only scoff. Then he thought about what love meant to him. Watching all his friends fall in and out of it faster than he could blink, love didn’t mean much. Yes, he had been ‘in love’ but it had never consumed him, never broken him apart to the point he questioned his purpose of living.

Until you whispered those three words into his ear (it was early morning and you were tangled in his sheets, the linen covering your bare upper body, your eyes were barely opened but your smile was so bright, your fingertips and kisses painted his neck like a canvas. He had never seen such an angelic sight) and it all finally clicked. If this was what love felt like, then he had loved you since he first saw you.

Being in love meant loving you. To him, now love can only mean you.

Honestly, Minghao wasn’t expecting a response from you. It was three am when he sent the voicemail and after so long with no contact, you had probably moved on and found someone else. Living your life without thinking about him, is a privilege Minghao could only wish for. You were in his dreams, in his walls, staring at him in his bathroom mirror.

Although he did miss you terribly, a part of him sent a message because he wanted closure. He wanted to know you didn’t want him anymore. Maybe with your deafening silence, he could move on - live a life with you (an empty promise to himself, like a single coin in a fountain). But you didn’t.

A week after that night, Minghao received a text from your number.

It was early afternoon and Minghao was only half occupied with the tasks of the day, his head everywhere but the present. After sending that voicemail, he couldn’t seem to focus. A string of ‘what ifs’ kept constantly replaying in his head like a strip of film. At a point, he even contemplated throwing away your slippers. But as he saw them by the heater neatly lined next up to his - something deep from within him forced his whole body to stop. He couldn’t, he just couldn’t. Throwing away your slippers would mean giving up on you. Quitting had not got Minghao very far in life.

A notification popped up when he was scrolling mindlessly that day - he was about to swipe up. But when he saw your contact name (it’s ‘sweetheart’, he hasn’t changed it since the day he told you he loved you, the contact name even outliving your relationship), his phone almost dropped out of his hand and onto his face.

Sweetheart: How much did you drink?

Minghao’s breath hitched in his throat. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel like you were a drunken mistake. That he wouldn’t have said what he said without the removed inhibitions from several bottles of wine. He meant every single word he said

Minghao: I’ve never been more sober in my life.

His fingers paused at his keyboard, wanting to say so much more. He wanted to tell you once again how he couldn’t live without you, how you were even more important to him than the oxygen that fills his lungs. But he settled with simple formalities instead.

Minghao: How are you?

Sweetheart: Stop pretending that you care.

Minghao could feel his entire heart shatter in his chest, had you not listened to the voicemail or even worse did you not believe him? Did you not believe his love for you? Again, you were slipping away from him right in front of his eyes, he couldn’t let you go.

Minghao: Everything I said in that voicemail was true. I care about you more than I care for myself.

Sweetheart: Meet me in the park at 2pm and prove it then.

That’s how Minghao finds himself in his local park. Coincidentally, where you both had your first date (now several years ago, he placed a pink carnation behind your ear and when he looked into your eyes, he knew you were going to be different from the others). His heart is threatening to fall out of his chest with the way it’s beating so fast. What is he supposed to say to you? What apology on earth can he give you to make up for his past actions?

The past is in the past but Minghao needs you in his future.

As if you were the grand prize in this game we call life, Minghao is a debtor using up his final pennies. He can’t afford to lose you. The universe doesn’t grant second chances easily and Minghao wasn’t a fool to let you go again.

Your relationship was the furthest thing from perfect, but your flaws matched each other in a way Minghao could never fully grasp. End pieces in a jigsaw, rose quartz and serenity in an evening sky, the rays of the sun and the glow of the moon. You were far from perfect but you were more than close enough for Minghao. He was obsessed with you and still is.

He hears the light patter of feet against the cobbled pavement. The sound gets louder and louder until it stops. Minghao looks up from his fiddling fingers, expecting it to be some dog walker whose pet doesn’t understand the concept of personal space. But then he feels a familiar tap on his shoulder, there’s only one person in this world whose touch is as light as a feather.

When he sees you, his whole world ceases to exist. It is only you that remains. For a year he wanted, craved for this moment. You were his messiah, all he wanted to do was worship you until his throat was hoarse and lips parched. He was thirsty, oh so thirsty. Only you could save him, only you could fix him. He quickly stands up to look at you. He thinks if you touch him his legs would give in and he would fall to the floor. Your presence is overwhelming, you’re taking over his sensing and clouding his thoughts.

All of his words are caught in the base of his throat, there is so much he wants to tell you - but as he tries to speak only silence escapes from his parted pink lips.

You look slightly different, something Minghao couldn’t quite put his finger on. In front of him, you are a paradigm of blues, yellows and reds: the centrepiece in an art gallery, Micheal Angelo’s greatest creation.

“These are for me?” You ask cautiously, breaking the seemingly infinite silence.

You were so surprised to hear from him after you had assumed he had fallen out of love with you months ago. You want to make sure, that you haven’t gone mad, that the love of your life is really standing in front of you.

“Of course they are,” He hands you the flowers and watches your face light up when you realise that he remembered.

“You remembered…” You say smiling, looking down and twirling the pink stain ribbon between your fingers. ‘Of course’ Minghao thinks - of course, he’d never forget. He wants to reply but he’s too captivated with your beauty to think straight.

Still lost in thought, you continue, “Where did all the time go… Back then we were so young, so naive, so… So…” You struggle to find the right words to say.

“So stupid.” Minghao’s words are breathless as you meet his ever-so-loving gaze. For the whole of your relationship, Minghao had never been the one to open up to faults - you as well. The feeling of being so naked and vulnerable is foreign to him. But he relishes in the freedom of the truth, his pride no longer holding him down in chains.

He thinks he loves you more than anyone in human history has loved before.

“I meant everything, I said in that voicemail. You were right ‘We shouldn’t have ended like this’, yet I let it happen. I made you doubt my love but to protect my pride, I just stood there, saying nothing. I thought you grew fed up with our relationship, that I wasn't what you wanted. But then I realised you were pushing me away to protect yourself, just like I did.” Minghao pauses getting slightly emotional.

“Nothing I say or do will ever be enough, I can’t turn back time I know that.

But I never stopped loving you.”

And before he can comprehend, you’re in his arms, head against his chest - your home (his heart). You drop the flowers in your right hand and Minghao circles himself around you, engulfing you in his embrace. You don’t say anything, yet a thousand words fall from your parted lips as you stare into his pools of brown (the same pools you could spread hours, days drowning in, as if fresh air didn’t exist). You smell exactly like he remembered, a mix of woods and flora. You feel like a cup of warm tea after a tiresome day, the silver lining he always looks towards. Minghao thinks there’s nothing in the world as beautiful as you.

“I should’ve never let you go…” The words tumbling out of his lips are a waterfall of emotion. Waves of relief rush over him as he feels himself around you. This is where he is supposed to be. Suddenly, everything in his life is going to be okay.

“I should have never tried to push you away in the first place ” Your hands reach up to stroke the back of his hair and he melts into your touch like butter.

This is where he belongs.

Minghao places a small kiss on the mole you have on your collarbone and it’s almost like the past year didn’t happen (you’re on a date in the city, you’re wearing his favourite dress which shows your shoulders and no matter how hard he tries, Minghao can’t keep his hands off you, pecking and nibbling at the soft skin, even if he didn’t say it much, he was enamoured with you). Minghao doesn’t notice the lingering eyes of passers-by, he even fails to realise the passage of time.

Sadly the world can’t stop for him, no matter how much it feels like it does.

With a loud honk from a car speeding down the other side of the road resonating through his eardrums, Minghao is brought back to reality. Suddenly the light weight in the back of his jeans pocket feels all too heavy and he starts to panic, pushing you away gently. You pout, feeling like you have the wrong idea and Minghao’s expression is immediately sympathetic.

“No baby, don’t worry you did nothing wrong.” He coos in a tone that had almost become foreign to him.

Never, has he used this tone with any of his hookups, even when they begged to be called sweet names, he couldn’t (looking back on this Minghao feels guilty, but those people weren’t you, they couldn’t ever be you). He’s surprised at how easily those words drift off his tongue after so long. He guesses everything just comes easier with you.

“Remember how I said, we’ll listen to your favourite jazz album while drunk on wine.” He scratches his neck bashfully as you look up to him with wide eyes.

“I may or may not have booked us two tickets to their live show in the area, I just wanted to do something again to show that I care. I know it wouldn’t make up for-"

You silence him with a kiss, and Minghao forgets where he is, what he had just said, the colour of the sky and the feeling of the ground below his feet. hell if you didn't whisper ‘It’s okay Minghao' against his lips, he would have forgotten his own name.

For Minghao, it’s you. It has always been you and it will continue to be you. Maybe until the day he dies, he thinks. But knowing himself, he would probably find a way to love you in the afterlife as well.

You drag Minghao by his arm into his dimly lit flat, lips still perfectly intertwined together like a lock and key. If your kisses are knife wounds, Minghao wouldn’t mind bleeding to death. He can taste the tart fermented grapes on your tongue. The feeling of his bare skin against yours is more intoxicating than the bottle of wine you shared. You mewl pitifully into his mouth, clutching his clothes like a beggar desperate for cash. The sight of you begging for him was probably on par with the sex itself.

The night wasn’t supposed to end like this. Minghao had planned it out perfectly: you were supposed to visit a jazz show featuring your favourite ensemble, then you’d have dinner at a place he’d been meaning to take you for months, then maybe after a glass of red (or two) a taxi would drop you off at your complex where he would kiss you on the check and tell you to sleep well.

You both barely made it to step two.

Minghao pulls you flush against his chest breaking the kiss for air - you don’t seem to care as you turn your attention to his neck. In the morning, Minghao expects to see dots of red-purple bruises lined across the pale skin of his neck like patches of watercolour. The night wasn’t supposed to end like this, but Minghao doesn’t have the strength in him to tell you to stop.

“I wanted to be a gentleman.” He manages to whisper out, his eyes squeezing shut as you move your hands and kisses downwards, “I don’t want you just for your body, you know.”

“I know. I just missed you so much it was driving me crazy.” You say and drag him by the collar. You’re not looking where you’re going, but Minghao trusts you know his place better than you know your own.

Before he can respond, he feels you jerk slightly, almost tripping over your feet. He looks down to watch what caused it and he feels his face light up like a pink neon sign downtown.

“You still have my slippers here.” You say, not like you’re inquiring, but more like a statement. The smile on your face is miles wide when you look up at him. Minghao knows exactly what you’re thinking and because of it, he’s the happiest man who has ever lived.

“I didn’t have the heart to get rid of them, I never wanted to let you go in the first place."

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[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.  (  nsfw.  )

[ 📲 text: ]  i’m wearing something you might like right now. [ 📲 text: ]  i’ve got a surprise waiting for you. i think you’re going to like it. [ 📲 text: ]  i’m going to make you beg for it. [ 📲 text: ]  i want you. [ 📲 text: ]  you’ve made me so horny. [ 📲 text: ]  let me watch you come. [ 📲 text: ]  get over here. [ 📲 text: ]  i’ve been such a bad girl / boy. [ 📲 text: ]  i’m touching myself right now and thinking about you. [ 📲 text: ]  let me take care of you tonight. [ 📲 text: ]  it’s so hot to imagine you tying me up. [ 📲 text: ]  i’m picturing you and me with another person. [ 📲 text: ]  i’m so hard / wet right now. [ 📲 text: ]  i just got out of the shower. [ 📲 text: ]  it’s too bad you aren’t here ... [ 📲 text: ]  i thought of something i want you to do to me tonight. [ 📲 text: ]  you can’t have me until tomorrow. [ 📲 text: ]  i’m still thinking about last night. [ 📲 text: ]  i miss feeling you inside me. [ 📲 text: ]  i love the way you make me feel. [ 📲 text: ]  the anticipation is killing me. [ 📲 text: ]  i’ve never felt as attracted to anyone else. [ 📲 text: ]  i can’t get enough of you. [ 📲 text: ]  what else will you do to me? [ 📲 text: ]  tell me more. [ 📲 text: ]  i love it when you talk like that. [ 📲 text: ]  what are you wearing? [ 📲 text: ]  that turns me on so much. [ 📲 text: ]  does this turn you on? [ 📲 text: ]  i had an exciting dream about you last night and have been replaying it in my head all day. [ 📲 text: ]  guess the color of my underwear. [ 📲 text: ]  i wish i could be with you right now. [ 📲 text: ]  i can’t wait to feel your hands all over my body. [ 📲 text: ]  send me a picture. of course i would prefer something a little ... daring. [ 📲 text: ]  my clothes are coming off the second i get home. [ 📲 text: ]  i’m going to let you do anything you want to me. [ 📲 text: ]  are you touching yourself? [ 📲 text: ]  let me distract you from work. [ 📲 text: ]  you think you can come over sooner? i really need you here with me. [ 📲 text: ]  what are you going to do to me?

[amyispxnk]

Best Idea You’ve Ever Had

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Joel’s job is boring so you help make it a little more exciting ;)

A/N: I actually don’t have anything to say this time (goes on to ramble) I kind of like it and I’m like ‘oh I wrote a decent smut for once’ but I feel like I’m gonna read this again tomorrow and be like ew. I don’t really feel like I did this justice if you get what I’m saying. Feels very basic boring but anyway please read lmk and all the shit!!

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: established relationship, SMUT - blowjob, face-fucking, cum eating -, pet names, kissing, good girl used once, mm i think that’s it

DO NOT COPY THIS WORK IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

Joel adjusted the reading glasses which were close to falling off his nose, head tipping downwards as he tried to not fall asleep during this damned meeting and actually take notes which he needed for later.

His job was great, paid well, had reasonable enough hours - compared to his last job, where he could be working until anytime between 5 and midnight - and wasn’t too difficult, but god was it boring. He’d much rather be doing anything at all with you. You, who were probably sat downstairs, nose buried in one of those books you always read, legs curled beneath you as you laid on the couch, without him. It was the weekend, you were supposed to be spending time together and instead he was forced into work again, missing out on spending time with you again.

He pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh, looking back up to the computer screen when he heard a quiet knock on his office door.

“Joel?” Your small voice asked from behind it, keeping caution to not disturb him too much during his meeting.

He checked his microphone was muted before turning slightly. “Yeah, sweetheart?” He replied, watching as you walked in and gently shut the door behind you. You walked past his chair and sat on the small couch which was to the left of his desk, just behind it.

“You ‘member what we were talking about last night?” You asked.

He pondered it for a moment, furrowing his brows and cursing his age for not remembering that thing you were discussing the night before. You always talked a lot at night, save for a few times when he’d been close to sleeping on the couch and you could barely manage sleeping back-to-back, so his mind was replaying the most recent, lengthy conversation you’d had. When he remembered, his expression flickered with surprise before his lips curved into a smirk.

Last night, you two had talked about plans for the weekend during dinner when his meeting came up.

“I wanted to spend the whole weekend with you, we barely get time anymore..” He said with a frown as he finished telling you about the meeting and how long it would certainly take.

“Because we’re workin’ our asses off.” You quipped, trying to lighten his mood a little bit and internally melting at just how distraught he seemed at not being able to be with you the entire day tomorrow.

“That’s true.” He agreed with a little smile.

You let a moment of silence pass as you both finished eating quietly, when a devilish thought crossed your mind - a grin broadening on your face to pair with it.

“What you smirkin’ ‘bout?” He questioned as he took a sip of his water and stood up to go put your dishes away, you following behind him into the kitchen.

“Your meeting’s gonna last pretty much the whole day then?” Dodging the question as you still mulled over your idea in your head, not wanting to straight up ask him in case it made him feel awkward.

He nodded, uncertainty now painting all of his features as he looked at you. “What evil plot’re you cookin’ up in there?” He tapped on the side of your skull before his arms crossed over his chest and he leaned back against the counter, watching you and waiting for you to speak.

“What if I sucked you off during the meeting?” You blurted out, unable to stop yourself from laughing after you said it. “Sorry- if it’s weird, I just thought it might be fun, you’re always saying your job is so boring and annoying and-”

He quickly cut you off from your rambling. “Best fuckin’ idea you’ve ever had.” He told you, mind reeling at the prospect and his eyes genuinely seeming to light up as he thought harder and harder about it (something else getting harder and harder with it).

You were not expecting such an enthusiastic answer, nor such an enthusiastic kiss from him which made you feel like you were being swooped off your feet.

You giggled into the kiss as he finally broke apart from you, chest rising and falling heavily. “That’s settled then, I’ll add it to my checklist for tomorrow.” You smiled before going to get a glass of water and getting ready for bed.

“Yeah. I remember.” He said slowly, eyes narrowing as he thought it over in his head. “I gotta speak too though, might make it difficult.”

You walked up to him, lips pushed forward in a pout as you leaned forward to look over his shoulder, confirming his camera was off, before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his lips. “Please, Joel. Jus’ wanna make you feel good.” You spoke in a sultry tone.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as his jaw clenched and praying to the lord nothing would go wrong, also asking for some more resistance against you because you could honestly get him to do anything anytime you wanted just like that.

“Okay.” He nodded, pants growing tighter as he watched you lower yourself beneath his desk, making sure you didn’t knock your head and settling between his legs. He adjusted his positioning in the chair so he could spread his legs a little wider for you, giving you the go-ahead.

You reached for the waistband of his pants, pulling them down and letting them pool around his ankles as you took his throbbing cock in hand, pumping him a few times and savouring the sight of him literally tearing the fabric of his office chair, digging his nails into it as he resisted the urge to move, grab you, touch you, pull you closer - anything.

You pressed kisses around his groin, a hand reaching up to massage his balls gently as you teased him and waited until it was his turn to speak.

He groaned at your touch, brows furrowed as he panted heavily. It was his turn to speak now, and he cautiously turned on his mic, putting his left hand on yours to still your movements for a moment as his right shakily grabbed his notes and he cleared his throat, starting to give the run-down on all the work that had been completed or needed to be done from the past fortnight.

You waited for a moment, listening to him talk before pressing a small kiss to his tip, making his cock jump in response as he choked on his words, eyes widening as he tried to mentally prepare himself for this.

Your lips gently closed around the flushed head of his cock and you sucked, making him cough abruptly as he tried to cover his moan. This was going perfectly.

You ease the rest of his length down your throat, nose coming flush to the coarse hair at its base as you begin to move back slowly, still toying with his balls as you do so.

“God- damnit.” He grits, having just come to the end of his bit, immediately turning his camera and mic off and grabbing a fistful of your hair. He leans back so he can get a better view of you and notices that one of your hands slipped down past your shorts and into your panties, your finger rubbing harsh circles onto your clit as you blowed him.

“Fuck.” He groaned, meeting your eyes. “You get off on this? Sucking my cock?”

You nodded so quickly your head could fall off, eager for him to release his grip so you could get back to what you started, but he had other plans.

“Y’gonna let me fuck this pretty throat, sweetheart?” He asked, pulling your head backward a little so you could give him proper consent.

“Y-yes, Joel. Please.” You breathed, head spinning as he immediately shoved his dick back into your mouth, making you work extra hard to not gag around his length as he began fucking it with earnest. His head fell back against the seat as his hips started moving on their own accord, chasing the wet heat of your mouth as he got closer and closer to his climax, thrusting one final time before stilling and spilling his hot load down your throat with a moan of your name.

You swallowed it all, sticking your tongue out to show him.

“Fuck, such a good girl for me, aren’t ya?” He groaned at the sight of you, pushing his chair back so you could get up from beneath the desk. His meeting finished and the call had ended, his computer screen now completely black and reflecting the pair of you in it.

Your legs wobbled slightly as you got up, and you could feel your heartbeat in your pussy as you stood between his spread legs, waiting for him to speak.

He pushed himself out of his chair and met your lips in a passionate kiss, tongue immediately darting out to meet yours as his hands roamed your body, one of them pulling your shorts down and getting them off you before he picked you up and started walking to your bedroom.

“Let me repay the favour, darlin’”.

Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed!! Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated and requests are open! 💞

[whorediaries-09]

this ain't for the valentines thing ur doing, but imagine all the marauders and marls, lily and dorcas going to a beach getaway and reader falling in love, fucking, and starting to date siri there? p.s this is just a thought, i'm not sure if u've seen the movie, but a plot bunny of tu jhoothi main makaar maybe??

i cannot watch a movie to save my fucking life 🙏🏽. i'm sorry if it's not what you wanted but i tried my best. (the only way i can apologize is by doing a desi reader.)

getaway car;

pairing- sirius black x desi!reader warning(s)- sexual tension, 18+ content, substances. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- finally wrote a desi reader.

the slut club

it was a perfect getaway. to escape your heavy work schedule, for a weekend vacation. the sound of the waves called you into a spectrum of pleasurable bliss. you could smell the salty scent of the waves as you neared the beach, your tires working on the gravel on the path. you envisioned peaceful scenarios, running by the beach, or soaking yourself into the calm trepidation of the waves, or licking away your favourite ice cream under the blazing rays of the sun.

moreover, you envisioned your best friend and her fiancé finally tying the knot, getting married. lily evans to lily potter, and james finally marrying his dream girl. it brought you an immense peace. the gps on your phone beeped, informing you you’d reached the hotel lily had booked for you. so, you pulled into the parking zone of the hotel.

you wanted nothing but to fall into the soft mattress of the hotel bed. it called your name, and after almost an 8-hour drive, you were certainly famished to say the least.

****

the hot water on your back had been a heavenly escape from the pain you’d been feeling. you smelled good, you felt good and fresh, and ready for bed. you were shuffling through your suitcase, trying to find your pyjamas before you heard a knock on the door. it wasn’t unexpected, but certainly a rather weird timing. you had ordered food before you had gone to soak yourself into the warmth of the bath.

you had wrapped yourself into a bathrobe before you’d gotten out, since the windows in your rooms were rather huge. and you absolutely did not have the energy to pull down the heavy curtains. you certainly didn’t want a sneak peek scenario with some creepy person, so you decided to cover yourself up with a bathrobe the hotel had provided.

tightening the rope around your waist, you opened the door. it wasn’t food service. instead, you were met by grey stormy eyes you’d been dreaming about in the bathroom. not in a very friendly way but he didn’t need to know that.

‘evans told me to check on you…you certainly look like you’ve made yourself comfortable,’ he smirked, his eyes gazing over your body. you knitted your eyebrows, cracking your knuckled behind your back.

‘don’t be an idiot. i drove for 8 hours straight up!’ you exclaimed. sirius grinned at you, and your heart panged in your chest. you wanted to wipe it off. by kissing or punching didn’t matter.

‘well you didn’t want to come with us,’

‘you know I had work.’ you dead panned.

‘pfft, doesn’t even matter,’ he walked into your room.

‘hey! privacy,’

‘i’m going to give you a massage. so you’ll put your clothes on…or not-‘

that earned him a fabric thrown at his face. unfortunately it was your underwear. you groaned as he picked it up, staring at the soft pink piece, with strawberries on it. he chuckled, seemingly amused.

‘are you going to wear that to the ceremony!’

‘sod off, doesn’t matter.’

‘it sure certainly does. eitherway you put on clothes and i give you a massage,’

you put your hands on your waist, trying to read through his act. he threw his hands in the air, silently claiming he was innocent. you were the guilty one you thought. you were the once accusing him of something. you were the one who had replayed your very dirty thoughts in the bathroom.

you still were unconvinced. it was a known fact that sirius black was a man who was walking sex. his charm and appeal could break through anything. but it didn’t mean anything. you weren’t his type, not likely. he liked fun-loving women and men, not a someone who didn’t have much of a life other than her computer and work. and he had his boundaries…he wouldn’t think of seducing you.

‘okay. i’ll put on my clothes. look away,’ you said, giving in.

‘killjoy,’ he mumbled, turning away his head.

*****

your back was splayed across the sheets of the bed. his hands roamed over your spine, putting pressure just on the right spots. it felt nice…but you certainly didn’t feel satiated. you shuffled minutely, trying to adjust yourself.

‘is something the matter?’ he asked, removing his hand from your back. you stared at him. you weren’t sure how to frame the answer without sounding like a creep, but you did it anyway.

‘i-um, will you put your hand through my clothes?’

sirius was quiet. awfully so. a subtle pink dusted his newly tanned skin, as he bit on his lip.

‘you sure?’

‘uh huh,’

he slid his hand through your t-shirt pressing on the massage points. the cold metal of his rings contrasted perfectly on your hot skin. his thumb jolted into a point on the nape of your neck. you bit your lip, breathing heavily as hotness simmered under your body. the goosebumps tickled your senses, letting out a soft moan at the relief you felt.

you were falling. falling into the natural tension aroused into the room. falling into the trap of your hormones. falling into the haze of lust and desire as he leaned closer, letting you a whiff of his cologne infused with the tobacco of his cigarettes.

his finger traced a throbbing nerve on your neck, as your mind hazed with his movement. he was so close to your face; you could see his pupils dilating every passing second. the lust of desire in his eyes grew every passing second, the grey clouds in his eyes fusing with the intense storm. you gulped as your shaky hands reached out to cradle his face, tracing his skin with your thumb. he leaned into your touch, falling closer to your face, his lips practically brushing with yours.

‘room service,’ the doorbell rang, startling the both of you. he slipped his hand out of your t-shirt, quickly leaning away from you. he jumped from the spot on your bed, putting on his shoes.

‘i- i should leave,’ he mumbled, opening the door and walking out, leaving your flustered and hot. you accepted the food, paying the man who’d broken the moment.

groaning, you pushed your face into the pillow.

****

it was a beautiful sight, the screaming oceans, the salty scent of waves. marlene and dorcas were sharing an ice cream, trying to be very calm about sharing saliva. dorcas had her book open, and marlene had her face covered with a ridiculous large hat. it was painful to see, and you wondered why they didn’t kiss already. it was peter, accompanied by remus, who voiced your thought aloud as he brought you an ice cream. you smiled,

‘thanks, pete, you’re a peach,’ the boy flushed exactly like the fruit.

‘and i’ve been wondering why they don’t kiss, already, too,’

‘i know! i looked into their horoscope, and it’s like, they’re a match made in heaven. it’s so painful to see, when they’re so obviously in love,’

‘they must be stupid or their skulls must be thick with the love they have for each other,’

‘you’re being mean,’ the tall lanky male interrupted. he was nibbling on a piece of toast smothered in jam.

‘it is what it is,’ you shrugged, peeling off the wrapper of the ice cream. you bit into it, and the flavour melted into your taste buds.

the sun shone down on the waves, burning up your skin. sirius thought you were ethereal. under the bask glow of the sun. your hair tousled with the playful wind. your skin was magnificent under the rays of the sun.

your tongue rolled on the dessert you held in your palm. he wondered how your tongue would feel upon his. the ice cream smeared upon your lips. he wanted to lick it off. it was a glowing, carnal desire which burned him from within. he wanted to succumb into the feel of your skin, the scent of your body wash, the sounds that left your pretty mouth.

so, he grabbed a bottle of sunscreen. he’d make you his, he decided. it was his mission now. the chase didn’t matter. his desire for you rooted deep within him. and he wanted you in every way possible. he craved for the feel of your skin again.

‘darlin’ you think you can put some sunscreen on me?’ he approached you. you looked at him through your sunglasses.

‘you owe me,’ he drawled. his mind wandered over to the ideas he had when he had you under him, breathing so heavy. how he wanted to rip off the t-shirt off you, stick his head between your thighs, and have you right then and there. how he wanted to taste you, consume you, make you his.

‘i do,’ you agreed. he smiled coyly, sitting on your deckchair. you sat behind him, splotching the cream on his back.

a charged silence settled between the both of you as neither of you spoke about the incident. you rubbed the cream on his back, letting yourself feel his skin underneath yours. you silently appreciated the tattoos inked on his skin. it made him appear more roguish, more charming than he already was.

you felt goosebumps on his skin as you moved to his chest, trailing down to his abs, and his happy trail. you felt his heartbeat pace as you rubbed on his pectorals. his breath heaved. he leaned back, unconsciously resting his head against your shoulder. the scent of the waves overwhelmed against the scent of his musk cologne.

he hid his face in the nape of your neck, holding your hand against his heart. his tongue prodded against your throbbing nerve. he moved his lips slowly against the skin, drawing out a hungry moan from you. you arched your hips slowly, as he slowly bit your skin.

‘you make such pretty sounds,’ he whispered. you nodded your head, slowly falling into a haze of lust again. heat pooled at your core and you bit your lip, as he slowly peppered kisses on your hot skin.

‘feel my heart? it’s all for you. all because of you,’ he says. he removed his face from your neck, nearing yours, his lips so close. the heat of the sun drawled on his tanned skin, and he smiled, almost capturing your lips with his.

he could’ve, if james didn’t throw a ball right at his chest.

‘i’m sorry pads!’ he screeched before he came running towards you and him. you scooted away from him, the instructions on the sunscreen bottle suddenly very interesting. james was oblivious to the situation.

‘kaisi ho? maza aa raha hain na yaha pe?’ he asked you. (how are you? you’re enjoying yourself here right?’)

‘shaadi tumhari ho rahi hain james, meri nahi. tum batao kaisa lag raha hain,’ (i’m not the one getting married, james. how are you feeling?’)

‘mujhe bohot… aise pyar vyar wali feeling aa rahi hain,’ he replied, throwing you a cheeky grin. (i’m feeling very lovey-dovey.)

you laughed. it wasn’t a real laugh, considering you were so close to kissing sirius. you groaned internally. the vacation didn’t even feel like a getaway to peace. it felt like a curse; now that you’d felt his lips on your skin. you didn’t think you’d be able to escape the curse.

*-

the scent of burning s’mores filled the air. it escaped into scent of champagne and the platters of food and chatter. alice was sitting on frank’s lap, enjoying glass after glass of champagne. frank let out puffs of smoke through his lips, watching alice with a hypnotized look in his eyes. he was smitten with her, and it was disgustingly sweet. it was the same with marlene and dorcas.

marlene had decided to escape the presence of dorcas, and was now sitting beside you, roasting s’mores.

‘ugh, she’s so fine, i wanna have her babies,’ she rambled, like the raging woman she was. you wanted to slap the both of them in an aggressive nonaggressive way to get their shit together.

‘bitch, you don’t want me to slap you,’ you threatened, biting into a s’more.

‘you’re not very scary with chocolate running down your fingers,’

‘i might change my mind and slap you, marls,’

‘ouhh kinky, i like it,’

‘say that to dorcas,’

‘nahh’ you stared at her. for someone who peaked in high-school, she was very daft when it came to her feelings.

‘i’m going,’ you gave up, trying to convince her.

‘ay, don’t be gussa with me!’ (don’t be angry with me)

‘where’d you learn that!’

‘james,’ you sighed. ‘now give me some advice,’

‘okay how about, you go and kiss dorcas on her lips,’

‘fine, you’re not willing to give me some advice,’

‘then go ask peter or something,’ marlene groaned.

truth be told, you were tired of telling the either to just confess. it was excruciating. you didn’t mind speaking a thousand times through their thick if it got your friends together, but you were still flustered from the morning’s events.

as the trip came towards the end, you realized it was for your own good. the seed of desire for sirius only grew within you, and you hated yourself for it. but it didn’t matter. as long as you were away from him, you’d be able to stay away from him. now you just had to tolerate sirius in a tuxedo, and flee. you were a grown woman, you could do it…

‘hey,’ your train of thought process was interrupted by the very man you’d been thinking about.

‘can i have one?’ he seemed unfazed, as if he hadn’t spoken dirty to you in a beach full of people, leaving you flustered. you hated it. it was as if he was playing with you, getting your hormones build up, for you to jump his bones at any given moment.

you handed him one anyway. you finally looked at him. it was painful, how the flames lighted up his high cheekbones, highlighting his best features. his face was framed by his raven locks. his lips looked so supple, so kissable. you hated how your heart panged against your ribcage. his hand cradled your face, as he wiped off chocolate off your lips.

you’d much rather he lick it off. you hated the control he held over you. you wanted to punch him for making you feel that way. it was pure agony when he played with you. how he let you have a taste of himself, but never let you close enough to consume him. you hated it.

it was wrecking you from inside. you hated how he made you feel so much, yet leave you flustered, never succumbing into your desires. you hated it so much. you wanted to punch yourself for it.

sirius licked off the chocolate off his fingers, flexing his long, slender digits. he watched your eyes wander on his lips, how your throat sucked in a breath at his action. he liked how flustered you became, for someone so headstrong. so, just to play with you, he leaned closer to your face.

‘i'll always finish what i start,’

the way he said it had you clenching your thighs together.

*****

the ceremony was a blast. marlene had finally kissed dorcas. lily and james had finally exchanged their vows. the air was blooming with love and alcohol. the fireworks were beautiful, so where the pictures. remus had even managed to get one were marlene finally kissed dorcas.

it was a pleasant evening, the cool breeze flowing through the air. the music ran through your veins, and so did shared cigarettes and alcohol. while you weren’t much of a drinker or a smoker, it felt good to let go for once.

it felt like a refreshment. but the back of your mind always reeled back to your thoughts. the thoughts that told you this would end soon. it was momentary bliss after all. a temporary getaway where everyone would relax and be free from the clutches of their respective everyday routine.

‘hi, darling, what ya thinking?’ his voice like velvet. smooth and raspy it fell on your eardrums, pulling you out of your reverie. to add on, you were drunk. and flustered by the very person who was speaking to you.

‘i’m thinking if i can sneak a cute guy for a dance,’ you replied, smoothly. your lips puffed out smoke on his face, and you felt him grab your hand through the smoke. you saw the coy lopsided smile on his face as he grabbed the thin roll of intoxication between his fingers. there was something divine, and dark in his eyes as he put it between his lips, taking in a deep puff of your cigarette.

you imagine the smoke rolling onto his tastebuds, seeping through them, intoxicating them. you imagine it poisoning his lungs. your heart palpitates, your head falls into a haze as he leans in closer to your face. you feel the smoke cloud your eyesight. it’s immensely harsh, and the time seems to stop. it’s like there’s no one in the world but the both of you. hotness creeps into every inch of your body. you’re drained by it, as you fall into a spiral of lust blooming inside of you.

so, when he finally touches your lips with his, and rolls his tongues with yours, his teeth clashing with yours, you lose yourself into a haze of ecstasy. he tastes you like poison. he consumes your soul till you’re left with a meticulous heartbeat against your ribcage.

you don’t realize when you’re against the door of his room, or how you get there. you remember ravaging his lips, his touch hot against your skin. you remember how he bites your lip, drawing out blood on your tongues. the metallic taste floats and seeps like an intoxication.

your hands wrap around his neck , bringing him closer, as he stumbles, opening the door of the room. the clothes feel like a barrier against the feeling of lust he gets you high on. they’re off before the either of you know it.

so, you’re pushing his back against the mattress, straddling his waist, letting him penetrate you. he fits into you deliciously, stretching out your pulsing walls with a hot stretch that leaves you aching for more. his tip touches your g-spot perfectly, and you leave a guttural moan from the depths of your throat, rolling your hips as he gasps. his hands bruise over your hips, and you capture them, holding them above his head, trailing your lips against his neck, rolling your hips against his.

‘not so soon, love you’ve teased me for so long…’

he groans under you, pushing himself deeper into you, arching his hips. you gasp, as the trimmed edges of his pubic hair tease your clit. you knew what he wanted. it was a dangerous game, because you wanted exactly the same.

‘aise tarapte hue kinte sundar lagte ho,’ you tease, even though you know he doesn’t understand what you’re saying. (you look so pretty begging like that.) he whimpers, and you give in to his desire and touch. it’s pure heaven when you rock your hips, letting go of his hands. he wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you closer, thrusting himself into you.

the sound of skin slapping paired with moans and gasps fills the room. you finally cave into your fantasy, letting him take control. he bruises his fingernails into your skin, and you dig your nails into his back with each thrust. it’s intoxicating; the feeling of pleasure that overwhelms you.

your souls speak, intertwine as you lose yourself into the euphoria that simmers under your delirious need. your walls flutter around him, the coil in your stomach tight. he grips his teeth into your neck; feeling your heartbeat through your artery. he consumes you completely into his touch, lets out a deranged spirit within you when your eyes roll backwards, your toes curl and your thighs shake.

you’re wordless, breathless when you finally release, chanting his name stringed with profanities, his cock still in you, as he chases his own release. he presses a hot kiss on your forehead when you clench your walls, and whisper,

‘cum for me, sirius,’

a symphony of your name and moans fall into your ears like a cacaphony before he lets go into you. his hot seed spills into you, filling you up. he’s breathless, painting you with his kisses, marking spots on your neck.

‘i told you, i always finish what i start.’